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Call me Sifl. Art is tagged "Sifl Scribbles" and writing is tagged "Psalms of Sifl".

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A girl and her Dragonborn pal :)

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Hot girl doing hot girl shit :) Pictures featuring our D&D party’s fire genasi artificer, Kavrala.

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Just some sketches of a dragonborn and his friends :)

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Ooh, you knew this was coming. For the Director's Cut: your favorite scene(s) from Facades!

Oh wow this is a tough one. I have so much love for these side characters that it feels kind of like picking children, because each part is going to strongly correlate with a, like, character moment. But I’ll try my best and keep it to five:

1) Kafei’s Mask: our hero’s takedown of Madame Aroma and her request to find Kafei in light of what he already knows about the situation from previous cycles. It’s such a small snapshot with such a minor character but I absolutely loved taking that scene and the motives behind it and putting them in the meat grinder of our hero’s jaded outlook.

2) Keaton Mask: Our hero beats the crap out of Kafei on the dawn of the first day after he and Tatl waited with Anju to try and restore our hero’s faith in other people. One, I just love scenes that become slugfests. I have an inner need for violence, I guess. Two, it’s the biggest and most obvious moment thus far that our hero lets his self-loathing and ennui bubble over into his actions. It’s a pretty significant scene, all things considered.

3) Bremen Mask: Our hero goes into shock when he admits to Tatl that he already has a guardian fairy. One, because he still holds onto both the loyalty and the lie of it, and two, because it completely cuts the head off the flower of intimacy growing between the two characters. Believe it or not, this chapter is not named for the Bremen Mask because Guru Guru appears. It’s named in reference to the “follow the leader” mentality of the Bremen animal musicians in the story and how Guru Guru’s jealousy of the existing leader, the dog, parallels Tatl’s of Navi in our hero’s mind and heart.

4) Odolwa’s Mask: when our hero revisits the temple alone in search of the frog to assemble the spring choir. One, as much as I adore Tatl (she’s my favorite kind of character to work with and write, actually), this was a rare chance to show our hero alone - and why that is both sad and terrifying. The chapter itself also had a lot of world building, which I love to do, and is about one of my favorite in-game areas. I love Odolwa as a boss and a concept and was happy to explore it here.

5) Fierce Deity’s Mask: Our hero and the Happy Mask Salesman have a confrontation, a pep talk, and a business meeting, not necessarily in that order. I remember being SO excited to write this since this is the first time the Salesman actually appears even though he is deeply integral to the canon events AND our hero’s internal ennui. He holds most of the cards so it was important to me that I use him sparingly but still gave him the power to steal the show even in limited capacity - and to preserve his undeniable creepiness simultaneous to a more ambiguously kind nature. Oh, and the bit of world building about the Garo, Garo’s Mask origins, and his backstory was a ton of fun to consider :)

Thanks for the ask @embyrinitalics!!

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Ok I’m starting another tag game because why not

Egg: Fried, over easy

Steak: Medium rare

Milk: whole (but not by itself, only in things)

Alchohol: I’m a minor but I guess banana daquiris

Warm drink: Mocha

@jo-the-nerd @nakitengoku @lostinthoughtsandfandoms @you-get-killed-walk-it-off @5-dollars-in-the-slug-jar @bonobos-candy-bar @lesserbeans and anyone else who would like to participate :)

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This is so random but I’ll bite lol! Thanks for the tag @spicychestnut 😘

Egg: over-easy (but also ajitsuketamago and tamagoyaki)

Steak: medium-rare, but I’m pescatarian

Milk: green milk 🌌

Alcohol: gives me an insta-headache :(

Warm drink: tea

Don’t wait to be tagged. SEIZE THE DAY. TODAY IS YOUR DAY TO TALK ABOUT YOUR EGG PREFERENCES!

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Egg: holy crap any way at all. Creamed in a sauce. Deviled. Fried. Tamago sushi. Tamagohan. Made into a custard! Like flan! A quiche. Poached in shakshuka. Eggdrop soup. In the middle of a moon cake. Fried whites only. As Eggnog/zabaione! Mmm, eggs… she has the range. Eggs can do anything!

Steak: I favor rare when it’s an option but will eat it at any cooked level.

Milk: almond, coconut, mixed with Thai tea or chocolate or taro mix. Real cow milk without chocolate or something in it should be used for cooking or paired with something. I don’t want it by itself. Milk is a team player.

Alcohol: nah no thanks if it’s not cooked out of something :)

Warm drink: Tea. Of all colors. Cider. Hot chocolate. DOES SEAFOOD BISQUE COUNT? Anything that IS NOT coffee or mulled wine.

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omgggg I should’ve known your responses would be priceless 🙈

BUT CAN WE STOP AND TALK ABOUT THE SHAKSHUKA AND EGGNOG BECAUSE THAT IS SO BRILLIANT I ASDLKASLDJFK—

and seriously I HAVE CHICKENS why have I not made eggnog?! Why do I buy it at the GROCERY STORE like a sheep?!

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YOU HAVE CHICKENS????????? ENDLESS EGGS!!!!!!!! You could BE the eggnog store!!! You are going to be THE TALK of holiday parties!! Your Eggnog will hobnob with the HIGHEST of society if you make it fresh.

You can also do experimental stuff with it like add whatever spices in whatever amounts you want!!! Heck you could probably get something really cool with a little bit of added cocoa powder and the smallest amount of chili powder... or like get super wild and add saffron and vanilla... oooh....

(I love food)

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Did I post these? I don’t remember. Copic marker cat portraits done for a commission. Initial sketches under cut.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

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Man! As a writer and creative, if I can use flowers as a device and motif I sure as heck will find a way to do it!!!

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Some sketches that started out as me thinking about my BNHAxEureka Seven AU but turned into just looking like Izuku in a new jumpsuit and Katsuki in sweats and a crop top

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Reblogging my fandom art here! :)

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Author Tag Game!

I was tagged by @sifl-senpai who has the best ideas, headcanons, and thinks everything sounds better when sung in three verses and a chorus (points were made). Check out sifl’s entry!

The rules are to share something you’ve written that you look back on and makes you think “I’m such a good writer,” and then tag three more authors. I tag @codedredalert and @banana-babies because my other writer friends don’t use tumblr. If you’re a writer and you read this: do this tag! You’re a good writer! I believe in you!

Here’s the beginning of “The gold room where everyone gets what they want” a Devilman Crybaby fic I wrote back in 2018. 

Keep reading

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ROM YOU ARE SO SWEET BUT I WISH I COULD NAIL DOMESTIC TENSION AND ENNUI THE WAY YOU DO. This is incredible and I’m so glad to see it!! 🤩🤩

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Author Tag Game!

I was tagged by the incredible and thoughtful @embyrinitalics!! The rules are to share something you’ve written that you look back on and makes you think “I’m such a good writer,” and then tag three more authors. (Honestly though, I’m with you in that I don’t think I’m that great of a writer per se!! So instead, here’s a snippet of the most recent BNHA BKDK story I’m trying to bang out.)

“What the hell are you doing here?! Huh? You stupid-!”

“I thought you hit your head!” whined Izuku, clutching the board and his eye, his notebook scattered open-leafed across the ground like a crushed flower spreading its warped petals.

“You’re a fucking civilian, Deku! This is an off-limits area! Are you trying to rupture a hidden Scub pustule and get yourself killed? Huh?!”

Anything Izuku might have said was a stupid idea at best, and he knew it, but some lessons he could never bring himself to learn.

“B-but what about you?” asked Izuku. “Kacchan, if you’d fallen and disturbed something beneath the ground, you--!”

Katsuki snatched his board from Izuku, and then grabbed the boy by the collar. His barrage of insults came next in an anger-fueled onslaught, each passionately emphasized with a furious shake of Izuku’s collar.

“Are you saying I can’t handle myself? Is that why you came after me? Is that why you’ve been watching me? Wanted to rush in and save me from some kind of emergency so people’d give you a second look? You thought you’d capitalize on whenever I screwed up?!”

“No!” cried Izuku, his fingers wrapping around the fist currently balled in his jacket. “Not at all!”

“God, you are so full of shit!!” Katsuki bit out, all but tossing Izuku towards the fence.

“B-but my note--!”

Katsuki shook him again before he could get a solid grip, and then dragged him towards the chain-link fence. Behind him, the pages of Izuku’s notebook fluttered in the wind, abandoned and forlorn.

“I told you to get the fuck out of here!” screamed Katsuki, jerking like he might kick Izuku, or perhaps slam the board against his head.

Izuku flinched.

The moment drew to an awful still, like the two of them were encased in amber, neither able to move forward nor back down. Only when a gentle breeze swept through the field and brushed the stifling dust away did Izuku look back to Katsuki’s face.

Katsuki loomed over him, panting, his brow covered in sweat from his ride, lips parted in teeth-gnashing fury, and his unbuttoned uniform jacket gaping open at his chest. The midday sun above his head made him appear a great and terrible being crowned by an ancient, massive halo, and Izuku only a mouse beneath him. They stared at each other, seething, cowering, waiting, lost.

“Leave!” Katsuki finally barked, his voice strangled between anger and desperation, straightening himself up and stepping back from Izuku. “Get out of here, Deku, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kacchan,” murmured Izuku, unmoving, his sneakered feet stupidly splayed with his dirtied pants bunched up above his exposed ankles as he watched Katsuki turn his back and make a running start into the trapar.

“Go home, Deku!” repeated Katsuki, lowering the board and jumping onto it in one smooth motion. The airborne lines of trapar gently glowed under the board’s influence and carried him into the sky.

In the span of a few seconds, Katsuki went back to being by himself in the air and Izuku was left alone on the ground, watching him move farther and farther out of reach with bruised, watery eyes. They were as they always were: alone, together.

....and that’s that for an excerpt from my BNHA Eureka Seven AU! If you liked it, you can read more on Ao3.

I tag @lawliyeeeet, @rironomind, and @systermatic as well as anyone else who so chooses to participate!!!!!

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Painted tiles! :)

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Marker portrait commission :)

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Pina’s dream address is DA-2943-2060-6489

Tell everyone you know! Tell everyone you DON’T know! Spread it everywhere!!! I just want folks to visit my town

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Two more Linktobers to round out the day :)

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‘Nother set of Linktobers in no particular order.

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Some more Linktobers. I skipped ahead a little with the koroks :)