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Sketches of....them

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MHIN!!!!! the devs really knew what they were doing with this one. 

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LIVE AND SUFFER

The pose is referenced from the new Trigun Stargaze poster and I absolutely had to draw Ais when I saw it, my hands could not stop

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Currently trying to draw Daniella and her flower card and this is my current mood rn

Girl, why is your flower so complicated to draw?? 😭😔 (I say as if I wasn't the one who picked it /lh)

(Little sneak peek/progress sketch below!) [Pardon the really bad quality, I took this as a way to try and reassure myself before drawing Dani's flower 💀]

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Clearing out my phone space, and I came across this fanart of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji that I wanted to share! :D I remember that I saw this hanging in an airport in Italy-

(Credit to Hailey Morales, the original artist! Their name is cut off in the corner askjsfa-)

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I really enjoyed Touchstarved's demo so I created an OC! I love Merope, she is sad tired. Elegant in appearance only, damp and confused most of the time. When she was little she was abducted by an eldritch snake cult. She has a few good memories of her childhood and hopes that she can find any reason to not unleash the entity inside of her.

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So, I was trying to clean out my laptop space, and I came across these meme screenshots (mostly of my Touchstarved OCs-) that I feel like I should commemorate here-

(And for this last one, Katsuro belongs to @winterwhisperz-blog! Please check them out, their stuff is amazing! :D)

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Something something when your dragon boyfriend sheds his immortal state to save you from an evil scroll

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Alukitty or Alucat)

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Meet Cecelia - Touchstarved Visual Novel

@justanotheremofuhk Here she is!! I have like tons of art I just don’t post😭💖

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*nervous sweat* so !! I finished this fic a bit ago, and since it’s not too long I thought I’d share it !!

It’s the one I hinted at in https://www.tumblr.com/winterwhisperz-blog/777581922827288576/me-writing-my-self-indulgent-ts-fic-my-ts-oc-me this post !!

For context it’s my oc Katsuro’s diary as they recall a memory from their childhood!!! I’m making it a lil series where I write diary entries of each stage of their life ! This is ofc, from stage one!

I hope you enjoy !! <333

The Tales Of A Hound

Warnings: mentions of blood, small religious Imagery at the very end but it’s not major,death.

Notes: The monster in this is not vere !! I know it could be seen like that because of the setting lmao but this is actually a hound-type monster to reference Katsuro’s future title as the hound !!

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I always felt comfort in the unloved. The macabre, the unholy. Sharp fangs and bloody claws drew me closer to a beast than soft white fluff or gentle tongues.

When the pure were in my hands, they ended up broken. An accidental death that no soft creature could sympathize with. The dead and monstrous never broke.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been compelled to reach for the deadly with gentleness.

I love looking into their eyes. The same thoughts would pool in my mind

‘I see you. You hurt thing. You are just like me.’

I didn’t see why the bat couldn’t be as loved as the dove. When I had asked what made them so different, I was told no dove posses a disease so fatal. I realized quickly they saw me the same way.

The monster was a friend because they were like me.

Years ago, a time I hardly remember now, I was taken from the sea and had my feet on solid ground. A village commonly coated in snow, barred with iron to keep out the creatures in the storms. The cold breeze would cause the charms to chime, every door littered with talismans, Wards against the darkness.

They saw me as the first breach of their sanctuary. I remember stares, hollow and dark. I was just as scared as them as they were of me, ironically. They noticed the grey in my skin, and never would hold my gaze. My Sobo explained I was silent for months.

Quietly observing the snow as it fell, blowing on the glass to from creatures with teeth. Apparently I tried mimicking their growls and hissings. I remember the cold biting through my socks as I ventured outside when midnight hit.

I would climb on the tallest thing I could reach, and would answer the crying beast that howled the village into nauseating fear.

It was a comfort. The first time I felt safe enough to speak. I would cup my hands around my mouth and strain my poor neck as I tried to impress even the distant monster in the storm. Eager to please, even then. I’ve had two curses my whole life and that is one of them.

I howled till the sun rose, the village finding me asleep in the snow, huddled near the fences. As close to the outside as I could get.

The rumors spread like wildfire after that apparently. That my Sobo had welcomed in a demon child. One that was calling in only more disturbance and chaos.

A dying world needed no more monsters.

And maybe, they were right. Since after just a few months, a demon breached the fences and wards. Entering the village with snarling jaws and massive paws.

It did no more harm than causing fear. And I could see that it came only because it was hungry.

I came across it one night, tearing into a sheep inside a farmer’s shed. It turned it’s large furry head to me, red clinging to its teeth. It approached, snarling, massive compared to me. Its jaws were open, but instead of biting, it merely roared in my face.

The breath tickled my cheeks, the sound making me laugh. It was just like any other cold, frightened dog. And though I pitied the dead sheep, I knew that sheep too would tear into me if it had the proper teeth.

I knew hunger, and I knew what it would do to you.

I roared back at the demon, trying once again to sound impressive. But I couldn’t help but laugh until I had tears.

The demon followed me for days after, I think. Though I don’t remember it straying too far from the corner of my eyes. It showed its face to me only when the moon was full, or when I was crying.

I had been bullied a lot during that time. I used to think it was because of my haircut but now I know it was because I was a creepy child who befriended the demon terrorizing our village…And also because of my haircut. Gods was it hideous I have no idea why my Sobo wasted an artist’s time sketching it out.

I looked like a SOUP BOWL. Ew.

Anyway, I digress.

(The attacks, however, did indeed dwindle as it followed me)

I remember escaping the fence one day, traveling deep inside the frosted woods. It was there I came across a meadow, strewn with the corpses of goats and deer.

My demon was in the midst, bloodied and huffing. It turned toward me, that was the first time it spoke.

“Will you run now? After you have seen me?”

It approached like the first time, fangs gleaming near my face. I was silent, as I often was—and tipped closer, kissing the tip of its bloody snout.

I knew it was hungry. And that it was angry. Lonely. That it wasn’t loved like the deer or the sheep, the goats and the rabbit. It wasn’t loved. So its hunger was not solved by how much it consumed, or how much it tore and raged.

You can die from hunger, and you can die quicker if you are not loved.

So, I did what I felt strongly to do. I loved, I opened my arms and gave the demon the love the church gave to the lamb.

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Gggghhhh Mhin….Mhinnn….hrrrrggggg

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If y'all are interested!! ^^

@furblrwurblr @queenoftheuniverse13 @winterwhisperz-blog @danyvhell @angrybathbomb @dog-nature-fandoms

Let me try this

So let the wheel decide your Japanese first-person pronoun

Note: descriptions may be inaccurate.

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shrimp

heaven

NOW!!!

SHRIMP HEAVEN NOW!!!

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I'm trying to cook up something with Daniella and her LIs...... (And Leander snuck in to be included 💀 /lh)