ART WIPS

Day 5 Card Games

Our Kings of Hearts

The first idea was to draw each of the 4 commanders as a King card but i couldn't nail down who fit which suite best. Or couldn't convince myself to have Kidd not as one of the red cards XD My wife suggested the compromise of our dear partners sharing the Hearts card.

Traditionally, the King of Hearts is shown with a sword over his head, giving him the nickname "suicide king." Interestingly, this is the only king with no moustache.

Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses

Here’s the nakie!Crowley version, all finished.

Isn’t it grand!!

(She says she’s gonna do a clothed!Crowley for me to put in the actual story, but lookie!!

nakie!)

Nothing like undressing your personal angel inch by inch, and worshipping every bit.of skin revealed.

I miss eick, bittersweet to play against him tonight

Last game if the season, well, second to the last I guess. #grizzlies #ilovemyhockey #hockey (at Utah Grizzlies)

June 2020. Black Lives Matter. 

With everything going on in the world right now, i’m not sure ‘Happy Pride’ is the right feeling at the moment. Be safe out there my friends. I love you all. You are valid. You matter. 

Size 32 canvas, final size 3.5 x 2.5 inches

the pattern can be found for free on stitch fiddle or google drive

While the original design is not mine the pattern is. The pattern has been tweaked a little from the above, just so you know when making. Things that look okay digitally don’t always look right once they are made so i made some colour adjustments and changed some line placements

Day 22 : Genderbent

... i wanted to draw cute f!heat doing f!Killer's hair.

we only got halfway there.

last month, when glancing over the list, this prompt grabbed my attention, and i drew this sketch. After that, i could not get the idea out of my head, and then the sketches just didn't stop.

Chapter one of F!Killer story - titled Gunpowder, Gelatin; Dynamite with a Laser Beam (from Killer Queen - BY Queen) is now also up on A03, with a plan for at least one sketch a chapter. please mind the rating and warnings; it's not a story for everyone.

Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses

the feminine urge to stab <3

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Google Docs

Copy_of_AZ_LG_on_22_-_Stitch_Fiddle.pdf

Illustration by @wargoddess9

The swirlies on azi's jacket are meant to be French knots. I dunno how to illustrate that in a pattern, sorry

Cross stitch pattern available as a pdf through Google drive or using the stitchfiddle site if you want to set your own print settings or can't print it at all

Untested pattern.

Gloria, you’re always on the run now

St. Louis Blues win the Western Conference final

9. Loyalty

Kidd - 15 | Killer -19 (only talked about - not actually present for this one)

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Kidd's named himself Boss of the Heaps

Teenagers in danger

Kidd gets himself shot

future crew cameos

Names

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

Somehow in the last year - Kidd's gotten himself an entourage.

A half dozen were older kids that he and Killer had kicked the asses of at some point over the years. There was the not!sisters that went everywhere together, and Kidd welcomed them with a heavy heart, feeling his own former partner's betrayal even time he saw the duo. Wasn't their fault though, and Kidd was getting better about not holding that against people as of late. Throw in a handful who were just sycophants that he'd fallen in with, and then one or two city folks that ran out of luck and had headed to the Heaps to hide.

They'd been under the impression the Heaps where no man's land - they didn't know the it was Kidd's now. He'd nearly turned them away, sent them back to the city, but they'd prostrated before him and he'd never seen anyone do that before. Curiously had kept them around, nothing more.

And then Boogie had brought him another outsider, a large monster of a woman that had nothing but disdain for Kidd and clearly wanted to be anywhere but the Heaps. She had, like the others from the city, had run afoul of one of the bosses. Unlike the others, she knew immediately who he was.

"Solider Boy talks about you."

Kidd froze in place, his people turning to look at him curiosity. "Sorry," Kidd decides finally, "Don't know any solider boys."

She shrugs.

"What did you think the name drop was going to get you?"

"One more night still breathing."

"Hmm... Fine. Granted."

***

Being a teen and the boss did mean people thought he was an easy target. Unfortunately, sometimes it was people he'd given a second chance to. There weren't a lot of guns on Kutsukku - smuggling weapons past the Marines out in open waters carried too high of a risk, and few on Kutsukku had the funds for the payment demanded for them.

But just because there were not a lot of something did not mean none were on the island. Kidd just learned the hard way what a bullet felt like, hot and sharp in his side. It had completely blindsided him, not even an option in his mind, and he had stood there dumbly as his brain attempted a reboot.

A second shot never came - not because Kidd or any of his crew reacted, but instead the woman, the one from the gang Killer ran with now, stood over his crumpling assailant, rusting pipe in hand. She looked about as shocked as he did, stepping back uneasy as he was rushed by his own people.

The bullet responded to his -pull- gracefully at least, and he held the small ball of metal in his palm as someone else saw to the blood pouring out of his gut. It -sang- harmlessly in his hand now, the treacherous little thing, and Kidd -rolled- it over and over, committing its weight and song to memory so as to not ever fall victim to it or its kind again.

His man named only Sunglasses watched the little bullet -dance- in his hand uneasily, before Kidd closed his fist around it, face daring the other to make a comment.

None came.

***

"What was your name again?"

She shrugged, rubbing at the bracelets on her thick wrist. Kidd could understand that.

"Why'd you save me?"

"I told you, Solider Boy talks about you."

"You mean Killer, don't you?"

"Boss Athair doesn't think he's earn a name like that yet, took it away."

"Fuck him." Kidd growled. She smirked. "How.... how is he?"

She looked contemplative, "Quiet. He follows order, doesn't complain, and personally, I think he's damn proven himself. Ceannard, Boss Athair's second, has taken a shine to him, thinks he's got promise. Honestly, I think more of us like the two of them than Boss Athair these days."

Kidd picked at his bandages. "That's why you're here. Because you picked Killer over your boss."

"Solider Boy convinced me to leave before I ended up.. well," she gestured to the man whose skull she'd bashed in, "not unlike him."

Kidd looked at the corpse.

"He had a gun."

She nodded. "City Boss - one of the big ones. He's got god money, and delusions of grandeur. Buys up all kinda of shit, all kinds of people. Kinda man you don't tell no too."

Kidd scowled. "Well, fuck him too. That trick won't work a second time."

"Hope not." She said, so quiet Kidd almost missed it.

"Well..." he hedged, "at least while your own boss has a stick up his ass, as long as you don't mind the smell and the toxic waste, you're welcome to run with us."

Blues win!