Here’s the ryuji & yusuke roommates au literally no one asked for but you’re getting it anyway
>So how the hell does a starving artist end up rooming with an athelete-turned-punk
>The answer is right there in the question
>Yusuke is absolutely incapable of taking care of himself
>Ryuji can’t stand it
>Basically, once they all graduate, Ryuji & Yusuke are the only ones who choose not to go to college
>Well, it’s more like Ryuji hasn’t figured out what to do with his life so he’s taking a year off (he’s gonna go to college eventually he’s gotta do his momma proud) while Yusuke is taking a few courses at a nearby university, just like Futaba is (tho she’s only going as mandatory [read: Makoto] socializing practice)
>Except while Sojiro is covering Futaba’s expenses, Yusuke can barely manage to cover art AND school expenses. He forgoes eating most days.
>And it’s pretty pitiful, you know. Sojiro offered Akira’s old space when Yusuke moved out of the school dorms, but Yusuke kept burning the curry and weirding out customers, so it pretty quickly became “as soon as you find another place, please leave”
>Ryuji took pity. Say what you will about him, but Ryuji ain’t the type to not lend a helping hand. Besides, he’s been (surprise!) saving up for a place of his own for a few years already, so he’s down to have a roommate.
>Do you know how bad of an idea this turns out to be.
>Futaba bugs their apartment so she can keep track of this disaster
>She runs a blog about it
>It’s famous. And has spawned like 3 memes
>The first month isn’t too bad. Ryuji works 2 jobs so he’s gone most of the time, & Yusuke somehow manages to keep his artistic endeavors to his side of the apartment (they share a 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom with as much living space as you’d expect from a Tokyo apartment)
>Ryuji also does all the cooking. He figured out how early on, since his mom was usually out at work until dusk. Ryuji can’t cook anything fancy, & they usually just end up with veggie hotpot or ramen, but Yusuke is quick to compliment Ryuji’s skill (“And here I thought running was your only talent.” “…Thanks?????”)
>But then rent comes up
>And dividing up chores
>Things self-destruct from there
>Neither of them are the cleanlinest of people. They both prefer letting their stuff clutter in a corner or spread out on the floor. But when Yusuke’s clutter gets on Ryuji’s side or vice versa. Bitch it’s on.
>Also Yusuke almost never pays rent. He gets paid pretty well whenever his art is sold, but that’s rare & Yusuke refuses to get a job. Yusuke also does work on commission, but that requires /a lot/ of string-pulling from their friends.
>Please help these boys
>Their throats are sore from all the fighting
>They do get along sometimes tho. Ryuji gets Yusuke into video games (Yusuke loves visual novels & plays an unhealthy amount of otome). Yusuke gets Ryuji hooked on documentaries, tho Ryuji has an obvious preference for animal docs over the art docs Yusuke watches.
>Also whenever Ryuji has time off, Yusuke can sometimes drag him out of bed to go have some fun at places they both like, such as the planetarium or the monja shop
Ok I’ve just had this in my drafts for ages and should probably post it, I don’t know if this interests anyone except me but here’s some pride twins. Art is from the cover of the VM Origins comic, and if you use them credit the artist (@boaillustrations). Enjoy lads
I’ve never made a book with so much gold as this one. It’s a sight to behold.
The Red King
The all gold decoration is done over a frame that is true to proportions of old Balkan Manuscripts. However rather than a traditional tooling design, the idea for this book was for it to emanate a feeling of royalty. For this reason a shield is left blank in the center in order to be filled with the initials of it’s new owner.
Okay, so one time I lost at Mario Kart because the controller was broken, so my dad, who works at Nintendo, called up my buddy, my guy, my homie Charles Martinet, and to lift my spirits, he offered me a grand tour of Nintendo. We were outside Miyamoto’s office, and Charles was like (Charlesie always talks in his Mario voice out of habit), “I don’t-a-think Miyamoto-san is-a-in right now. You-a-want to check out his office?” I’m like, “Yeah, that sounds cool… I guess.” So we go in, and wouldn’t y’know it, Miyamoto’s there drawing concept art for the next Paper Mario. I swagger up to him and I’m all, like, “Sup, Miyabroto, can I see?” and he’s like, “Indubitably! Anything for a prestigious weblogger with a whopping 500 followers! I mean, for realisies, that is somany!” So I look at this drawing, and it’s Mario in a rubber stamp-themed town full of toads, and I’m like, “Dude,” and Miyamoto’s like, “What is the matter?” and I’m like, “Everything,” and Miyamoto just breaks down crying. I mean, he’s a mess. But I’m like, “No worries, homeslice; I got dis.” I uncap a Sharpie with my teeth and get to work. I turn the page around and show Miyamoto what I’ve done. It’s the cover art from TTYD, except now every character has a Wario mustache. Miyamoto’s eyes light up. His tears of sorrow turn to tears of soy. I mean he’s straight up beefing with happiness. The entire staff of Nintendo (all around the world), every single employee at IGN (also all around the world), and literally anyone who’d ever played a video game ever (also also all around the world) stood up and clapped. Miyamoto pulled out the Master Sword and knighted me Sir. Papermariosuggestion of Tumblrtown. Then everyone clapped again. So much clapping. It was the epitome of clappitude.
Cover art by Bob Eggleton for the 2002 edition of Seas of Venus by David Drake (a reprint of his 1990 novel Surface Action and 1991 novel The Jungle, both of which are set on Henry Kuttner’s version of Venus).
Expect another hundred and fifty sea monster posts before September is over.
(Me as I’m about to press the “Post” Button: “Please don’t hate me, Pilot, please don’t hate me…”) XD
@thelastpilot is having a cover art contest and I’m kind of a sucker for those, mostly because I’m not very good at graphic design and that kind of thing, so it gives me an opportunity to challenge myself.
Except… this is what happened instead. XD
Here’s the one at the required cover art size:
The contest ends on the 31st at midnight, so there’s still time to squeak by with an entry, if you’re interested! <3
The decoration is simplistic. The tools were heated and held over a candle to coat them in carbon in order to achieve this contrast of the tooling. Two sets of borders guard the central solar element. The sun is above the purpose of the book, engraved on the leather “Book of MAGIC”. The decoration isn’t meant to draw too much attention to itself but be assertive of the purpose of the book at the same time. Attention is drawn fiercely however when the grimoire is opened, revealing the crimson endpapers guarded by a golden border. A whole new world lays inside, waiting to be filled by your hand.
A collection of songs taken from Stiefvater’s ronan lynch tag. Mind your ears: [listen]
i. I’d Love to Rule the World (Matstubs remix) - Jetta // ii. Distance Kills (Liquid Stranger remix) - Mt. Eden ft. Nolita Knights // iii. Panda (PhatCap! remix) - Desiigner // iv. Drive it Like You Stole it - The Glitch Mob // v. One (Your Name) - Swedish House Mafia ft. Pharrell // vi. Midnight - Vice City x DatPhoria ft. DeLeon // vii. Jump - Tomsize & Simeon // viii. Don’t Let me Down (T-mass remix) - The Chainsmokers ft Daya // ix. Origin - JayKode x Party Thieves
Promotional illustrations are newly drawn images used for cover arts on DVDs/BDs/CDs, articles/posters in magazines, and other locations. These are created separately from the main story. Here we show a grand unveiling of the process to create these promotional illustrations!
Mary Margaret thanks Hook for convincing Emma to stay in Storybrooke.
5. Housewarming Part III
He’s just finished cleaning the living room and is about to sit down for a rest when the doorbell rings. He gives the couch a longing look before he goes to answer it.
“Hello Killian,” Mary Margaret greets him with a smile as she walks past him and into the apartment.
“I’m afraid Emma’s not here,” Hook informs her. “She’s at the station with David.”
“I know,” Mary Margaret answers. “I just dropped her little brother off. I’m actually here to see you.”
For a moment Hook is speechless. But seeing her standing there snaps him out if it. “May I offer you some tea?”
“Sure,” she says, following him to the kitchen.
Hook sets about heating up the water and laying out the mugs, while Mary Margaret examines the various things that have begun to make their home on the walls and the shelves around the apartment.
As he measures out the tea, he watches her out of the corner of his eye as she first examines the sextant - picking it up and putting it down - then turns her attention to the frames image on the wall.
“Is this one of yours?” She asks looking back at him.
“Aye,” Hook confirms. “I assume your husband told you about my little hobby.”
“He mentioned it,” she tells him as she walks over. “So did Emma.”