After much thought, I am putting this blog under construction. I want it to be a sort of ask/art blog for my OC so I can get my AU fully out there. I still have asks in my Inbox that will remain there until further notice.
I also want to start doing art for my other Au's since last year was a slow start and I was just getting back into the fandom. It's already been a year if I recall, and I have done a lot of changes with Arthricia and how I want her.
I also want to bring back my old Oc's as well and I am in the middle of revamping them.
I made this doodle in the bus 👉👈 ik masky might not look very accurate but i have the headcanon that he doesn't always shave his beard so I imagine this being a Sunday morning ehehhe
Also I imagine them 'Gathering' sometimes and like Toby staying over and they having this 'The youngest one makes the breakfast'(by masky) so it's like Toby purposely picking on him while Hoodie is there snoring his ass out in bed
I also think they would probably eat stuff like Instant food...?
5, 26, and 30 for the oc ask list! Any oc you want!
5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?
Tim Wright. ( Main one! My ride or die since 2014. Well, First it was Raine in 2013. I killed her off and then Arthricia came. )
Tim X Arthricia = Art
Masky X Arthricia = Arthy.
( I have more, but these are just rando ones. )
HABIT (Crack ship. But I love it! It was for real a joke ship!)
ArtBit. I got nothing else!
Oliver Savin ( Crack ship, but I fell in love with it! which is also @pink-key OC, so please check her out. )
Don't have a ship name for this. :-: *crys*
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26) What flower do you associate your OC with?
The Indian paintbrush flower, also known as Castilleja Indivisa, desert Indian paintbrush, or Prairie fire, is a striking plant found in the western regions of the Americas, from the tip of Chile to Alaska.
The Indian paintbrush flower symbolizes confidence and clarity of thought if a person is embarking on a new life path. It also symbolizes intuition and trust in making new and bold decisions. Another important meaning of the Indian paintbrush flower includes feeling supported and comfortable in and on any new life path.
This flower is very fitting for Arthricia, but I do have another one which I can't find at the moment. However, this one is defiantly fits with what had/has been happening in her life.
Probably going to be the last art piece of 2023. Had this song stuck in my head for 2 weeks!
Anyway, this kind of part of my AU, but mostly self-indulgent.
I fucking hate that jacket color because of the lighting and I tried to mix colors too.
Anyway, enjoy.
I tried lol. Might have given her linger hair if I weren’t lazy today. (Didn’t even go to class….)
I imagine she’s just like male Toby, only a bit different because ofc sexism in the world, she’d obviously use her femininity to her advantage and kill all men lol
In you bio it said you were a former Creepypasta narrator. Does the channel still exist?
Sadly, no.
I got rid of it in 2019.
It was the hardest thing I did since I had so many videos.
I thought about coming back, but so many things have changed now.
Will gets kidnapped by a bunch of vampire cult babes and Will, of course, being Will, falls for this shit. ( lolZ!!)
I won't lie, I have been procrastinating hard on this.
( All of Fucking September!!)
I have been experimenting with different comic styles since I'm just getting back into the swing of things.
I also decided to just do this in Muro since my handwriting is atrocious and it was hard for everyone to read the first short comic I posted.
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Purple box is Jane The Killer.
Blue box is Eyeless Jack.
Red box is Nurse Ann.
Black Box Is Masky/Tim (Might change over time if I make more.)
You loved the way Tim fucked you, shit you loved the way Masky fucked you. But of course each one had a completely different way of having their way with you. Masky was ruthless and uncaring. While Tim on the other hand was sweet and kind when it came to your nights together.
It had been a rather tough week for you and Tim knew it. He'd tried about everything to make you feel better but nothing really seemed to do the trick. He finally settled on showing you how much he loves and cares for you. And the best way to do that? Sex of course!
So here the two of you were, tangled in each other on his large bed as some candles flickered around you. He wasn't great with setting the mood but fuck it he sure tried. All in effort to show you how much he cared.
"You take me so well sweetheart. So fuckin' proud of you." He groaned out as he fucked you like he never would again. "So damn perfect for me." He kissed your neck softly, leaving light marks behind.
He felt a sense of pride swell in his chest as he listened to your sweet moans. Only he made you feel like this. Only he could pull these noises from you. Only he could make you squirm underneath him. He loved it. You were all his and that's all he could ever want.
"Such a pretty girl, it's like you were made for me." He leaned into you, giving deep kisses to your neck. A string of curses falling from his lips as he grew closer to his release.
Deep in your core you felt the same fire that always bubbled up when he fucked you so well. His praises only furthered you closer to the edge. With each loving thrust you felt the rope getting tighter, threatening to snap. His girthy cock stretched you out in just the right way to make your toes curl. It only took two more for you to finally reach your release.
He watched your blissful expression as you finished, not wasting a beat to comment. “There you go sweetheart, just like that. Let go for me.”
His praise was almost overwhelming, almost sickeningly sweet. But fuck did you love it, and he knew it.