TheLobsterLover

@esther-c

The P.S. is beautiful. It closes out the letter (and story) in a satisfying, simple end. In my opinion, very good.

@loopylin @raxforge

Syph

Ball room? He’s seen something, a large sign on his way to school. But now, that had said Ball Pit. Surely they weren’t the same thing. How was one supposed to dance in a ball room?

Wildly. He could do that.

“Tonight. Oi, that is agreeable.”

Although he’s have to find this Room of Balls too. The misty whisp tightened…[Read more]

@loopylin

That sounds like an insane amount of fun. XD

My experience is just jumping around the house to Celtic music with my siblings.

@whalekeeper

Aww, thank you! *He turns bright blue and bows*

The water Sprites dance is like what you’d get if you mixed ballet and Irish folk/cog dancing, with the added effects of water swirls following their every command. They move the water, and the water moves them.

By the way, Syph has no problem dancing with girls. He just is trying to understand how it would work if you weren’t in competition.

I love historical clothing and culture, so I know know how clothing, and culture, and the rule of law change over the ages in my WIP world’s. I’m also a decentish seamstress. I may or may not have constructed my characters wardrobes in my head. Although…I don’t think I’ve really described them…so I don’t think that’s really influenced my…[Read more]

@raxforge @loopylin

Syph

Understanding, a starburst of clarity, washed over his face. “You mean–the boys dance with the girls? Not against them? Why, that’s such a Wingless thing to do–” he squinted over at Rax. “Oh, sorry. No offence meant to the present company.”

The young sprite looked down, twisting a wisp of mist around his finger as a c…[Read more]

so yeah, thank you again!!

@whalekeeper it’s actually looking really good so far! I have Sniper’s shading done and will start work on Medic soon.

@whalekeeper

well, my stories are mostly fan fiction anyway so that could be considered a part of it—like, I love (insert fandom) so much I can’t help but write stuff for it. Even in my original works, this bleeds through—Headstriker, Coal, and Chisel, some OC’s I created for a story I’m writing with a friend, were based off various combinati…[Read more]

@whalekeeper oooh I like the skylight idea! I might use that, thanks!

@anyone remotely good at shading

I can’t shade for two scales. Anyone wanna help me figure out where to shade this redraw of Sniper and Medic?

For context, they will be standing on top of a train in the mountains, and there is no definitive light source to be seen (the sun is covered over by clouds and there aren’t many lights on this sec…[Read more]

@theshadow it still took me a while to get it right, but considering I was only doing a headshot (pun intended) it was done quickly since I didn’t have to worry about anything under his neck.

This is the cake:

@anyone who cares

it’s my birthday today!!!

My mom made me a cheesecake and I made a lizard design on it with chocolate! I don’t have the picture yet though.

@ellette-giselle

Uh, big brother mode just got activated.

Leo

Rory looked… lonely. Leo reached over and ruffled the kid’s hair, not stopping to think that he was probably too old for that. He needed a childhood. “Welp, now you’re stuck with me too, so I guess you’ll see how blessed Quincy is.”

He laughed and scooped up a handful of metal…[Read more]

@whalekeeper @theducktator yesss I love KOTLC’s worldbuilding (despite a few points on which I’m like “um, no, that totally breaks immersion, sorry”) but the romance is pretty much half the plot now if not most of it.

Not that I hate that, but I don’t love it either. I want them to just beat the bad guys already.

@ellette-giselle

Leo

Leo chuckled and shook his head. “Do we look related? But I’m the one who pulled the little monkey from a shelled out hole, so I guess I have as much right to claim him as anyone else.”

He leaned back against the couch.

@ellette-giselle

Oh goodness yes. XD

Leo

Soldier. Yes…and no. Another sigh caught in his throat.

“Yes, but no. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.” He leaned back against the couch. The floor felt cold through his work pants.

“I was apprenticed to Admiral S. Faltack at twelve years old as a novice engineer. Silvia’s always been smart,…[Read more]