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I challenged myself to do all three templates and proceeded to destroy my shoulder, but here's my Touchstarved MC Vesper! They definitely won't cry if you call them a nerd (yes they will).

Illustrations by themselves below the cut!

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Just a sketch of my favorite little guy because I started playing the game again!

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I roped my friend into making a Monkie Kid oc with me, and then of course had to draw her! I also drew my own oc, because I frequently rattle them around in my brain

Individual pieces below the cut!

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I said I was gonna draw her face today! Just uh... Got a little carried away and drew more than that lmao

Will I ever draw her with one of the actual cast members??? Perhaps one day

Gonna post the individual pieces below the cut!

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If you told me that one day I would make a silly little OC for a silly little Lego show to practice a silly little art style, I probably would have burst into tears

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I never uploaded her before this is so sad

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Page of Space: Toss The Bean into the Volcano

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I have two braincells and one is Sesa Arknights

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I drew the vine my friend assigned me that would describe myself. And I can confirm that the tired dad from the dollar store Cush vine is my spirit animal.

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Finally have a place to show off fan art!! Today is Leon Kennedy and Chris redfield

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This is a piece for class! This is my first real attempt at doing something lineless and of course I had to choose the big robot movie...

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In today's news: Hugo can't stop picking up father figures

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Hey @shewhodabbles!! I just wanted you to know you comment on my art made my day, so I’m sorry it took me so long but I’ve got the fic for you! My writing isn’t as good as my art, but I still hope it’s enjoyable! Writing under the cut!

It was nothing more than a puncture wound. Mika remembered her blood spilling over bleached banks of snow. She remembered the flashes of white-hot pain scorching her with each breath. She remembered falling. It was just a simple puncture wound.

Mika awoke wrapped in crisp white sheets laid against a floor that smelled faintly of pine. She was no longer wearing her uniform, instead finding herself in a simple robe with a bandage pulled taut around her waist. For the past week, Mika had been feverishly hovering between states of consciousness and unconsciousness and in this first moment of clarity, she could remember none of it. Her side was still sore, but it no longer hurt to breathe. Her blood no longer spilled from her flesh, neither did it stain the bandage. At some point, she must have been seen by a doctor, but any attempts to remember proved fruitless. 

Other than herself, the room was relatively empty. A small cabinet was tucked away in a corner and a futon was stretched out beside hers. It showed signs of having been slept in, but efforts were made to keep it in pristine condition. It was currently empty, but Mika couldn’t remember when the person who occupied it had left. Her uniform, washed and mended, sat folded neatly beside her pillow. No sound resonated through the room other than the faint songs of birds and sunlight streamed through an open sliding door, illuminating the room. 

Mika pulled herself free from her futon, careful not to disturb the sheets too severely. Sitting back on her heels, she reached forward and dutifully straightened the covers until it looked as though it hadn’t been slept in at all. Satisfied with her work Mika looked her futon over one final time then rose to her feet. Her legs, having gone a week without use, felt weak, but still Mika turned her body towards the open door and took a step. Then another. A flash of pain laced up her side and she stumbled. A sharp intake of breath whistled through clenched teeth. Mika stopped, her body stooped forward with both hands cupped gently around her side. She took a deep breath and winced, her lungs expanding and adding extra pressure to her side. She let the air out in a shaky exhale. She took a shallow breath. Then another. With the soft rise and fall of her chest, the pain was pacified. Not truly gone, but dulled to a throbbing sensation that allowed her to continue her journey to the door. 

Taking her first steps outdoors, Mika was greeted with a gentle breeze, the first whispers of spring threading its fingers through her long locks of pale hair. The snow had long since melted, leaving behind signs of new life. Flowers, not yet in bloom, grew wildly along the walls encasing the vibrant green yard that stretched out before her. The trees that reached above her head had not yet sprouted their leaves, but their branches were painted with splashes of color and gentle blossoms. Mika took her first step into the yard and fresh blades of grass cushioned her feet. Each step drew her further into the yard, passing beneath branches that quivered restlessly in the gentle breeze that rolled through Mika’s hair. Above her, the sky stretched its endless blue arms around the world. Clouds hung lazily in its depths and cast dappled shadows across the otherwise sunlit grass. With her head angled up to gawk in awe at the expansive cerulean plane above, Mika lowered herself onto her knees in the grass and there she sat in peaceful silence. She wasn’t quite sure how long she had been sitting when a shadow passed over her body. This was her only warning before Rengoku leaned forward and obscured her view of the sky.

“So this is where you’ve been!” His face was mere inches from her own, though it was difficult to make out his features through the bangs that draped over her face like a pair of curtains. Still, the sight of his familiar smile brought a smile to her face as well. Though Rengoku was trying to make eye contact, her face was just as obscured as his was. He didn’t know it, but he was staring at her nose. From the way he had spoken, Mika got the sense that Rengoku had been looking for her. She hoped she hadn’t worried him too much.

“Ah, s-sorry…! It was j-just so n-nice out…” Her voice was soft, only just above a whisper, and Rengoku’s head tilted forward to hear her. Mika’s breath caught in her throat and any further words died on her tongue. Her cheeks burned beneath her sea of hair. 

“You’re right!” Rengoku confirmed, though only after he was sure she wasn’t going to continue her sentence. “It is nice out!” As if on cue a gentle breeze rolled over the two of them, tugging loosely at their hair and dancing across their skin. As if the breeze had given him an idea, Rengoku reached up and threaded his fingers through Mika’s bangs. He parted them evenly and his fingertips brushed over her forehead and cheeks as he cleared the hair from her face. His hands lingered by her cheeks, fingers intertwined with strands of pale gold, just a moment longer before he became aware she was gazing up at him and he pulled his hands away. He placed them firmly on his hips and lifted his head to focus intensely on a patch of flowers growing in the distance. Mika wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw the apples of his cheeks redden as he did. She swallowed nervously, a part of her wishing he’d kept his fingers in her hair.

“It’s s-strange to th-think it was snowing a w-week ago.” Her voice, though shaky, broke whatever tension had settled between them and Rengoku’s shoulders seemed to relax if only a little. 

“It warmed up quickly!” Though he glanced at her briefly, his gaze remained fixated on something in the distance. Mika leaned to the side in an attempt to gain insight as to what he was looking at but could see nothing more than the typical scenery. She centered herself and took a deep breath in, letting it out in a contented sigh. 

“I g-guess that’s spring for you!” Mika patted the grass beside her, inviting Rengoku to sit with her. The movement of her hand caught his attention before the sound of her palm tapping the ground hit his ears. He accepted her offer, maneuvering to her side and lowering himself into the grass. And there they sat, together in silence, and while Mika found it out of character for Rengoku to be so quiet she couldn’t really blame him. She could feel it, just as well as he could, a feeling that hovered over the both of them like some sort of bubble they couldn’t bring themselves to pop yet. To speak now, to say what they wanted to say, would be to change everything. Mika’s heart fluttered in her chest and anxiety sunk its claws into her at just the thought of telling Rengoku how she felt, to actually go through with it was unthinkable. Unthinkable now, maybe, but as she turned to look at him she hoped there would come a day in her future where she would be able to say it. For now, it was enough to sit beside him. And, when the gentleness of spring began to lull her into a tired daze, it was enough to lean her head against her shoulder. For now, that was enough for her, and she pressed her weight into him, hoping the words communicated to him if only through pressure.

I drew this as a valentine’s day gift to myself :) 

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I am realizing now that I have never posted my Demon Slayer OCs asdgh So here they are!! Their designs are still changing (Mika’s, for one, is already inaccurate asdfgh) but I love them a lot :) Also, memes under the cut!

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My MC Qlowbi may be a sheep, but my Demon OC Belladonna can be a bunny as a treat :> 

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I drew this as a valentine’s day gift to myself :) 

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Self care is drawing self indulgent art to make the happy chemicals happen

Slight spoiler version under the cut!!