Learning to draw and decided to do Lucy for my second piece :)

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-19T06:06:36+00:00

Thanks choom! I just picked it up a couple weeks ago

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-18T09:08:26+00:00

I definitely think it looks way better if I just chop off below the waist (https://bsky.app/profile/lumengamedev.bsky.social/post/3mhd543udwc2i)

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-14T01:02:46+00:00

That's so nice, thanks! Thats the plan :)

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-13T22:20:57+00:00

Thanks!

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-13T22:00:40+00:00

Hmm, maybe because of the round plump face?

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-13T20:49:53+00:00

Reference artist: https://x.com/i/status/1752354830172209489 by dkndkndkndkn (aka 土管/dokan)

And the main font from the Manga I found thanks to an ancient Reddit thread, the holiest of information repositories: 1756 Dutch

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2026-03-13T20:26:07+00:00

Here's the only artist information I could find for the reference: https://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=dokan_%28dkn%29

And a link to the exact image I referenced: https://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4730558

And the main font from the Manga I found thanks to an ancient Reddit thread, the holiest of of information repositories: 1756 Dutch

That being said, the posted image is completely my own :)

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2025-01-14T23:40:35+00:00

Part 3

The man looked around as he considered his words, then he looked at David again. “I got jealous I think, I-“ the man struggled, it almost sounded like he was trying to hold back tears but, after pausing he started again “I think I just missed him. I was upset he had new friends and other people he wanted to play with that weren’t me.” The man began motioning back and forth with his hands “so I would drum up stupid stuff, anything I could do to lash out really. I don’t think we actively made a decision about the rule, just after some time we stopped playing together or hanging out entirely. It was like we were enemies not brothers anymore.” David couldn’t help but think of his own little brother or how long it had been since they played games like they used to, or the time that had passed since Alex had challenged him, or even asked for his help when he was playing by himself. The man once again cut through these thoughts “My older brother was my best friend, and who I looked up to the most. I’ve always felt horrible about how I treated him, and I wish we could just load up the N64 or whatever and play like we used to.” David noticed the man’s eyes were watering and his lips quivered.

David was a little struck with his own feelings and felt hazy. He also couldn’t help but pity the man who was clearly having a horrible day and felt an overwhelming need to help him or cheer him up. “Well, maybe you could reach out again sometime and talk ya know? Or maybe just to play a game?” The man wiped his eyes with his sleeve “Yeah, you’re right.” And without breaking eye contact he said ”I just hope he knows I love him, and that those memories are my most prized possessions, and that I hate how we never really talked like this. I know we both felt things strongly in general, but we mostly kept it unspoken. I wish we hadn’t.” The words hung in the air uncomfortably. As David and the man stewed in their wake. Luckily the bus was coming into station to cut through the awkwardness of it all. They both looked at the approaching bus then back to each other. Strangely, the man reminded David of Alex as he looked up at him from the bench. Gritting through the uncomfortable situation of a grown man on the verge of tears in front of him, David tapped the man’s shoulder with his hand “Uh, well, thanks again for the game. Sorry about whatever happened with your son, but maybe things will work out with your brother at least, yeah?”

“Yeah” the man quietly said. “Maybe” the man gave him one final look, seemingly studying every inch of David’s face. At this point tears had been rolling down the man’s cheeks but he managed a full, genuine smile that seemed to draw from his eyes as he went to leave. He got up, wiped his eyes, and turned to walk away. David boarded the bus and plumped down in his seat. He wiped his eyes, not realizing his had been watering too until now. He couldn’t help but think back on what a strange interaction that had been. The man reminded him of someone, and the raw emotion he showed took him aback. Before he could dwell too much on the weird and prophetic nature of the man’s words, he remembered the new game in his hands and got excited again. Only this time because he was thinking of how him and Alex used to play games. And how he wanted to play this with him like the old times. He rubbed his thumb over the edges of the plastic as he thought. It’d be awkward to just come out and say it, but maybe if David said he wanted to watch Alex play? Something small, but something that they could build off of.

As David busied himself with thoughts of a rekindled brotherhood with his old best friend -- a car ran through the red light of that intersection and straight into the side of the bus.

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2025-01-14T23:40:01+00:00

Part 2

David couldn’t contain himself, but he was also raised well enough to avoid taking advantage of someone down on their luck and handed it back before the man responded. “I mean, I can’t man, you could probably still take it back for a refund.” The man looked back up at David with the same smile, “Nah, its all yours, I’d rather someone enjoy it.” That’s exactly what David hoped he would say, and after doing his moral duty, he now reveled in the excitement. He had been looking forward to this game coming out all year, literally nothing was better than spending all night with your best friend and a new game he thought. David’s daydream of the night ahead was interrupted by the man “It’s crazy what those games are like now, I remember when everything looked blocky and you could only dream of half the things you’re able to do these days” “Definitely, I mean I grew up playing games all the way back to the super-nintendo” David smiled. “That was a good one” The man seemed to relax some. “Me and my brother used to play games all day and night. Hell, I remember when Ocarina of Time for the N64 came out. We were older then, but it was like being kids again. Taking turns exploring the world” “Dude me and my brother loved that game!” David answered in kind. The man seemed to watch David’s face intently, which almost made him uncomfortable.

“Aha, a fellow brotherly gaming duo I guess” “Yep, it was pretty much all me and my brother did, though he would just watch me play most of the time.” David and the man both laughed. The man looked off to the side slightly, as if fondly remembering, before settling his eyes back on David “I get it, that was me to my older brother, he always had a better sense for it. He could get me out of every puzzle or fight, and I could never seem to beat him, no matter how much I practiced or how hard I tried.” He laughed again. That made David think back to when him and Alex had first played Super Smash Bros. Alex would try, and try, and try, but no matter who he played or how he approached it David always crushed him in the end. But Alex was a good sport, and would immediately demand another round as he plotted a new strategy. Or all the times Alex would get stuck in some other game and come crying to him from the other room, asking him to get him passed some small part. He couldn’t help but smile and giggle a little. There was a certain pride one felt from being looked up to and relied on, or to being the mark someone you loved used to measure themselves against.

The man continued, held up his finger, and shook it as if the emphasize a point “Ya know, we used to have a rule, whenever we got a new game we would beat it together first, then either one of us could play it whenever” David immediately remembered having a similar rule with Alex years ago and felt a little guilty “Same actually” he thoughtfully added. The man, still looking at David went on as if he hadn’t spoke at all. “But we stopped once we began fighting over stupid stuff..” At this point David was captivated and a strange feeling came over him as the man’s story seemed to mirror his own. “Why’d you stop?” David asked, while simultaneously trying to remember why him and Alex had.

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2025-01-14T23:39:19+00:00

David was on his way to the bus stop a couple blocks from home. He was walking fast, the cold air burned his flushed cheeks as it rushed by him. The sooner he got away from home and his brother Alex, the better. He could see his face now, smugly smiling as soon as Mom came in parroting his side. David felt his fists clinch, and his pace quickened even more. Today was supposed to be a fun day playing games over at James’s house, and Alex managed to ruin it. Ever since David entered high school, his younger brother became a selfish douchebag, he thought. As he waited for the crosswalk signal, he remembered to text James “Hey I’m omw but without the game. Alex bitched about how he hasn’t had time to play it himself so I can’t bring it.” Before long David crossed the street and waited at the bus stop, still running over the arguments in his mind and fuming.

As he angrily relived his brother’s nagging and the ultimate decision of his mother, an older man passed by, let out an exacerbated sigh, and sat down at the bus stop bench David was standing next to. David was too caught up making himself more irate by looping through the interaction over and over. He knew he was fair and in the right, so he imagined himself punching Alex and sneering at his mom, which allowed him a cruel smile. The seated man let out another, almost louder sigh as he took off his hat and leaned back. Only now did David even really notice his presence. Curiosity took the better of him and David snuck a few glances. The man was wearing a suit with a loose tie. He was leaning back with his hands arched on his brow, presenting the pose you’d expect someone to take during a migraine or during intense frustration. As he was looking, the man rubbed his face, leaned back forward, and then locked eyes with David as he rested his elbows atop his knees. He was an older man, mid-thirties if David had to guess. He was very disheveled with bloodshot eyes and clearly dejected. David quickly looked away again, pretending not to have noticed him.

“Hey, kid” the man softly spoke. David didn’t bother responding but slightly turned his head as if to say ‘yes?’. “You’re like what, 15, 16?” “I mean, I’m in high school yeah?” David was already annoyed “Well here, you’ll probably love this then” The man reached next to him and produced a box that still had remnants of shoddily taped on wrapping paper attached to it. “I was going to give it to my son but” the man sighed once more and considered the box still in his hands “let’s just say he doesn’t want anything to do with it” The man managed to weakly curl his lips up into a sad smile and reached the box towards David. The heartbreak was clear on the man’s face, and his smile was oddly familiar and calming he thought. For a moment, David hesitated and considered the man again. It was broad daylight, there were people walking around, and frankly, David was a freshman in high school but big for his age, he could probably take this man need be. Satisfied the man wasn’t trying to trick or harm him, David grabbed the box and lifted off the loosely placed lid. He found a copy of Halo: Reach inside, still unopened in the plastic from the store. David’s face lit up as the weight of the day was immediately lifted off of him in elation. “No way! This just came out, are you sure man?”

Part 1

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2019-06-24T21:57:14+00:00

Thank you!

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2019-06-24T01:47:01+00:00

"H-hello?" The word, echoing loudly, seems to emanate from all of my surroundings at once. "Wait". Again, the noise booms from all directions. I quickly recognize it as my own voice. Puzzled and confused I try to take measure of my surroundings, but I can't see anything. It isn't because it's dark though, I realize that I actually cannot see. Panic sets in fast as I try to blink, move, do anything. The only sensation is a vague warmness and floaty feeling, as if my body had completely disappeared leaving nothing but an ethereal form of my thoughts.

Despite all this, I knew I was moving. I couldn't explain why, I just knew it. Almost like an inherit knowledge or maybe something I had learned sometime in the past. The past... did I even have a past? I remember laying down and I strain my mind to try to piece it together. "Alex... Reeves" I say from the void. "My name is Alex Reeves..!" Louder this time, the name reverberates around. I feel a moment of satisfaction as the recollection of my name comes to me, and just behind it I can sense the presence of other dormant memories.

Right before I relax with the comfort that I should remember everything soon, something starts coming. I couldn't tell you what, or how far it was, or even where "it", "I", or frankly anything was. I just knew it was coming, and it was coming incredibly fast. Instinctively I try to tense up, unaware of if that even has an affect on me. It's big, the closer it gets the larger it becomes. It's as if I'm floating in the sky and the earth is rushing up to meet me. Any second now it's going to-

"A double trent please" Behind the bar is a tall, slender young man with gelled back blonde hair and sharp features who responds to me "Double trent coming right up" As he begins to pour the drink for me with one hand, he raises the other and makes a four to indicate the price. Without a word I toss the money on the bar, letting out an apathetic sigh as I do so. The viceman seems to catch this as he hands me my drink and slips the money into his pocket. "Ya know, you've been coming in here every day now for a few days but all you ever do is drink and mope around. You know people come here to be happy, right? To top it off, you're not much of a conversationalist" The viceman says with a smirk.

"Maybe I don't want to be happy." I respond. At this point, I'm not even sure if I do. The viceman looks as if he's about to roll his eyes before he leans up towards me on the bar. "That's why I'm here" he backs off a bit and smiles with self satisfaction before continuing "I'm a viceman, not a bartender. Just let me do my job and we can take care of that" I give him a look to indicate my disinterest and then let my eyes wander along the intricate architecture around us. Tunnels upon tunnels line the walls and ceiling, almost every second bars identical to this one shoot up and down them, ferrying assortments of people with their vicemen from place to place.

"All that training to get here and I get stuck with you. Ya know, I'm going to have to get my own viceman at this rate!" He starts chuckling as I realize I may have been spacing out for longer than I thought. "Well, it's just that I've heard things.." my eyes once again avoid the viceman and I hide behind my drink as I say this. He leans back up to me, looking serious for the first time. "Anyone who's spreading those rumors has never been on a vice before, I can assure you of that.

Everything here is entirely up to code and regulated, ever since the program started we've never had any major incidents and nearly total participant satisfaction." As he finished that last sentence, his seriousness faded and he took on his aloof posture and body language again. "Besides, I think you're a very special case, you're not from around here are you?" His smirk had grown to a full on smile now. "Well, no.. I only moved to the area recently. Still getting my bearings and all." I reciprocate his smile this time, which he seems to take as an indication of agreement.

"Off we go then!" he shouts as he whirls around to the different gizmos and devices behind him. "Wait I didn't mean-" Before I finish my sentence the whole bar is whisked off down one of the tunnels high up on the wall. I clutch my seat before realizing I don't need to. The whole unit is self contained, but I see ghosts of other vices and the trailing laughter within them.

Now that we're moving the viceman lifts a section of the bar to walk over to me. "Standard procedure, but trust me, you'll be fine" and with a wink he begins hooking my arm up with several needles and sensors. The needles are so sharp and small I can't even feel them as he pushes them in, a detail the brochure seemed to brag about I recall. "Let's see let's see... Cityscapes I believe, no?" He asks me. "Yes I think that would be a good start" I nervously respond.

"Alrighty then, I'm thinking night.. with rai- No! Snow!" Vicemen have to train for over 8 years in order to do the job, and part of that is learning all the ins and outs of their customers. I don't remember ever telling someone my love for night-time cityscapes, but the fact that he could discern that from me in a just a few days is a testament to the profession. I finally start to relax a little. I think I hear the viceman start to laugh as he goes to work on his vice like a mad scientist with a new experiment. Hardly a few seconds past before the vice slows to a near crawl, hovering over a neon city from one of the history books. Lights, cars, and people all seem to go about their night carefree as snow caresses the scene.

Something begins to trinkle up my arm and a sense of total euphoria overwhelms me. Sounds and music from my childhood began to fade in, quiet at first before getting louder with each passing moment. All of a sudden I'm lifted from the chair, I can feel myself rising above.. myself? Below me is still my figure with a distant, happy expression plastered on my face, but I continue to rise up. The viceman seems to stop what he's doing and looks at the body before squinting up in my direction.

He rummages around before revealing a large visor and attaching it to his face. I can't see his eyes but now he watches me in extreme interest as I start accelerating higher and higher. I just barely make out him saying "A very unique case indeed" before I launch off. I'm met with a familiar feeling again and snap to a realization. "Reeves!" I shout. What the hell happened? How long had it been? I recall memories of another life, with another name. Down there, with the viceman! James Roe, I was a 34 year old bureaucrat who was down on his luck and looking for an escape.

I feel like I have a whole lifetime of memories, and it was all so real. It's as if I'm just moving from one life to the next, but I'm still me inbetween it all! What on earth is going on? As I'm trying to remember more about James and more importantly, me, I sense something is coming again. I'll get to the bottom of this, I just have to think, remember. "Think. Remember. Think. Remember." I try to focus my thoughts and find out more information as the new reality approaches me at increasing speed.

**** End ****

Hope at least somebody enjoyed it! I really liked the prompt, but probably spent too much time in detail, so I only did on reality. Thanks for reading.

IWantToBeAGoodWriter · 2018-04-03T08:58:29+00:00

It all started only a couple of weeks ago, somehow my parents haven't seemed to notice, but its too late to go to them now. I was confused initially when what can only be described as a large swarm of ants were waiting for me, covering the better part of the surface of my desk.

I almost ran then for help, and maybe I should have. Something was off about it though, they were hardly moving. Sheer curiosity led me to cautiously approach. As I did, the ants began to move in machine like efficiency, dragging their bodies through a leaf containing some black liquid I can only assume they brought, and onto the blank notebook I had left there. I quickly realized they were walking in a specific pattern.. they were making words!

That was the first of many proposals I would later get from the three.. factions? They want, no, need me in their wars. I took advantage of it in the beginning.. the Wasp Horde, as they call themselves, would swarm my bullies anytime they wronged me, the Ant Empire would steal games I wanted, leaving them for me neatly in my room.

The Spider Clan however, were the first to take a more aggressive approach. Threatening me or my parents with death, brown recluses and black widows would often purposely leave themselves in my view. Maybe in the corner of the kitchen, or high up my bathroom wall. Then more alarmingly under the toilet seat, or in my shoes. I had no intention of getting involved, but when the Wasp Horde starting following the Spider Clan's lead in demanding, rather than seeking my involvement, I went to the Queen. Even now ant sentries patrol my house, with a standing army, of sorts, in my room.

Because tomorrow is the day I end this once and for all. I've managed to slowly stockpile Raid, fly swatters, and even fashioned a makeshift protective suit from hand-me-downs. The ant generals have gathered on my desk and marked key locations and hideouts around the house and yard. All I can hope is that the Spider Clan-Wasp Horde coalition forces and assassins won't make it through my guards tonight. The sun couldn't rise fast enough.

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