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All the boys w/ their partners but make them fishes? (Art beneath the line break + hard launching my listener designs at you/lh)

Boy Toys/j

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Charlie - Watchman Goby

Finn - Squid

Lucien - Bull Shark

Alphonse - Great White Shark

Seth - Short-fin Mako Shark

Auron - False Killer Whale

Faust - Peacock Mantis Shrimp

Jack - Wahoo

Listeners

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Boo - Manta Ray

Angel - Angel Shark

Sunflower - Dolphin

Casper - Pistol Shrimp

Rook - Beluga Whale

Starlight - Nurse Shark

Bestie - Blue Shark

fun facts; Pistol Shrimp’s and Watchman Goby’s rely on each other due to the fact that Pistol Shrimp’s are practically blind and Goby’s can’t fight — Sharks eat Squids — and False Killer Whales merge in small groups of those trusted ^^

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Did yall know that pufferfish (more specifically white spotted pufferfish) make elaborate designs in the sand for their partners to court them? And that they bite their cheek to full initiate mating once accepted?

Crazy

N e ways, I hc Damien as a white spotted pufferfish for mermay (I mermay’d all of D.A.M.N + Caelum below)

The next one (below here) is jus bc I did get enough space to draw Dams and Hux’s full thing

Btw they both look bad, spare me ffs/lh

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Just an fyi, I will never shut up about Fools!David shifting out of fear (see below)

And yes, I fully believe that Fools!David was wearing the cutest pink hoodie during that whole interaction

IGNORE THE BAD WOLF FORM ICANT DRAW SD GFHHFGGN

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I’ve been having my ass beat, metaphorically, so I never got to share my Fools!James and Fools!Anton

And that is a crime (prepare for a double post bc I still have Fools!David comin’ up)

Sleepy and stoned Fools!James bc I’m weak for him (he wants to be Too Sweet - Hozier soooo bad/j/lh)

And the tiniest ittiest bittiest baby boy !! Fools!Anton pulling an Asher is so fghdthjohdrg/pos

ALSO THAT (pretty sure was) GUY CAMEO WAS SO CUTE AND I NEED FOOLSIVERSE VERSION OF THEM ALL NOW/j/lh

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“…people beg me to feed on them.” — Okay, Whore. (I want him)

I believe in (double) gold fanged Fools!Milo supremacy

Also —

TALBOT PACK??

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The Lasko Moore Effect (they turned Gavin into a studious bottom)

He’s so tiny baby coded

And a studious ass foo

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What if I Soul Eater’d yer Shaw Pack? How would you feel abt that, huh?

(I gave David one of Death’s eyes bc his eyes are cool and bc it makes him look hot)

(Also ignore the dates, I’ve been gatekeeping this/j)

Bonus bc I feel nice

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Okay but like, Charlie having a lil teck deck of his own skateboard is so cute

Simply ignore the horrible anatomy in this pose, I’m tryna get better at drawing non-stand still poses 😔😔

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Oh yeah, and as an apology for bein’ neglectful — have a new, loosely based, 1920’s era Milo drawin’ (I’ll post normal things later, first Milo)

This is his reg one but then I had caffeine and lost myself, creating the monstrosity under here

He’s okay lookin’, jus feel like I did a lil too much ^^

I rlly like his hand details here tho so—

I hope you like it ??

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IF YOU DONT USE PROCREATE IGNORE THIS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT BRUSHES YOU USE🙏🙏

(Love ur art🫶🏼🫶🏼)

I don’t use procreate and ik you said ta just ignore this if I didn’t BUT

I jus wanna thank you for yer kind words !! (I’m tryna get better at handling compliments, is it working??/j)

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I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS ALREADY SHSHHSHS IM SUCH A DUMBASS

Tagged by @agentplutonium !!

Last Song: Hell Above by Pierce The Veil; it’s very me core/j — I actually don’t recall what the last song I listened to was, it’s between Hell Above (this song) or God Complex by VIOLENT VIRA (gods this sounds so edgy)

Fav Color: Olive green/yellow green or lemon yellow/golden yellow

Last Movie/tv show: I don’t watch movies nor tv shows BUT the last one tv show I watched was The First 48

Sweet/spicy/savory: SAVORY !! I love savory foods sm !! (Am I the only savory one in this thread??/nm/j)

Relationship status: Single (plan on keeping it that way too)

Last Thing I googled: Arnold Palmer drink; I was proving a point stfu/j/lh

Current Obsession: I - uh - I don’t really obsess over many things but perhaps: wetzel pretzels pizza bites (these things fuckin’ bang), biblical imagery (more so the creatures and places spawned off it <33), cannibalistic imagery (Aztec deities got me crawling back ta’ my roots I’m afraid/lh), NeXus (Genius and Khaleed’s plot is making me violent/pos), Pluto’s Liege (as well as mine), YuuriVoice (I’m not strong enough for BitterSweet chpt 4 (it literally hasn’t even happened yet)), both the D.A.M.N crew and the Shaw Pack (bc I can <33)

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

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Listen, I love Boo; really I do.

But, if they have another ‘one on one’ with a convicted criminal or potential dangerous person, I swear to fuckin’ god—

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I have no idea what’s going on but I was tagged for something !! I believe it’s like a lil wip fic thing and considering I haven’t posted in a while, you may have this !!

And considering I’ve been, well (metaphorically) dead, you may have three snip fics from three different fandoms bc I feel bad <33 (warning they’re all very short !!)

Forcing my NeXus agenda on you again since it’s been a while 🫶 /lh

[Thank you for giving the people content @agentplutonium]

DON’T YOU HEAR ME HOWLING? [Redacted Audio - Milo Greer]

[1920’s ficlet of Milo whooping a shades ass <33]

My hand whips the gun out faster than I could even process. the metal from my 38 revolver shone brightly from the small sliver of lamp light that slipped past my figure.

My pointer was already tugging at the trigger when the shade had pounced; its form was indistinguishable from the blur of a shadow, the heavy material of its coat kept it grounded, the scuttle of its shoes to the grimy floor made it apparent.

It’s hands latched onto my arms with so much force that I was physically pushed back. The severe absence of a gunshot - and furthermore ringing in my ears - had directed my attention to the clank of metal dropping and sudden lightness in my hand.

That thing was expensive for crying out loud!

The shade’s face fell further into uncanny with its endlessly opening jaw trying to leech itself on me; teeth sharpened and cheeks tearing, barely managing to string the skin together with stolen magic.

A guttural sound reverberates out my throat as I draw my hands to its shoulders; pushing the grotesque face as far away as possible - it’s ever-blue eyes piercing and glowering at me - followed by a high-pitched ticking noise, almost sounding like a broken conveyor belt.

The rag-a-muffin towered over me, practically pushing me down. I pushed back harder, taking instant notice of how quickly the shade’s resolve crumbled - no amount of empowered energy it tried using would match my own - I shift my foot back and force my body to tackle.

I’d been in enough fights with Tank to know how to get a tall fucker on the ground.

I manage to shove the shade to one of the decrepit walls, the texture peeling and flaking off on impact; the Shade lets out a hiss, throwing spittle at me. I can’t help but make a face, grossed out by it and move back a little to get out the firing zone off instinct.

“I was tryna be civil you—“ I grit when the thing struggles against my hold, relentlessly tossing around, shrieking as it tries to get at me again; gnashing its teeth and practically foaming out the mouth.

It managed to propel itself off the wall a little with its violent thrashing and I attempt to push it back however, due to my footing, the shade overpowered me; driving me into the opposite wall and further into the dark alley. My groan develops into a growl, feeling the shade pushing and prying at me - digging its sharpened nails into my coat - still managing to graze my skin despite the thick cladding.

This damn thing really doesn’t know what expensive means, does it?

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PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! [NeXus - Cherlock]

[Sherlock helping Cher fight with their one arm havin’ ass /lh <33]

Sherlock had finally gotten Cher on the mat, back splayed on the cushioned floor with their body running taut under the vampire’s lithe form. Sherlock huffed, trying to keep the others — admittedly bulkier — frame to the ground.

Their constant struggling and wiggling around proved difficult, it was one of their best techniques given how big they were; a bit weak on the flexibility but good on strength. Sherlock’s current position held them at advantage with their elbow and forearm pining their chest to the floor and keeping their other hand on the shifters wrist, body held at an angle so they could roll the opposite way if needed.

For only having one arm, Cher didn’t act like it, which makes sense; their legs were stronger than both of Sherlock’s arms combined.

“You’re doing good, damn good — lemme catch my breath…” Sherlock looked down at them; mouth open in a pant for added theatrics, a little light humor to uplift the heavy room, yet they paused at the sudden hollowness of their chest. The vampire immediately lessens their hold on their chest, seeing the shifter’s face pale and pupils pining, their worry overriding the alarms ringing, “hey, you oka—“

Sherlock couldn’t even finish their sentence before Cher’s legs wrapped around them, tightening around their waist and tossing them to the side; Sherlock slams onto their side with a gasp. Cher’s arm moved to wrap over their neck and, thank fuck, for the quick reflexes or else Sherlock wouldn’t have been able to wedge a hand under their flexing forearm in time before they broke their windpipes.

“Fuck — Cher!”

Despite their yell, the other didn’t relent.

Body coiling and tightening around their own like a snake to prey. It reminded the vampire — in their haze — of their maker, or maybe seeing the shopkeep flashing before their eyes was death dangling their life in their face; that would explain their prodigy and boyfriend also being there.

Cher was muttering feverishly under their breath, a language far too quickly spoken to be discernible in Sherlock’s predicament — especially with all the blood rushing to their ears, weakening their body from lack of sustenance — vaguely sounding like a prayer of some sort.

Cher’s body burned hot with fresh blood pumping; almost to a boil, it made Sherlock flinch.

When was the last time they even fed? They choke, feeling their own knuckles pressing against their throat. They don’t even think the shifter will get the chance to off them before they wind up and do it themself.

Focus, Sherlock!

Pushing the warm skin away was proving difficult, the rush of the shifters pulse ran rampant under their very fingertips; tempting and pliant. Sherlock’s senses were overwhelmed by them, their jaw fell slack and they could almost feel their fangs begging to pierce Cher’s vitals. They can’t, they shouldn’t — they wouldn’t.

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Right?

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CIRCUS ACT [YuuriVoice - Seth]

[Seth being idk a clown?? /j/lh it’s just inspired off a drawin’ I did <33]

Seth was always a passionate kid, he’d fixate on the little things - hone in on them til they rotted him from the inside out, but in a good way. A bit obsessive, but good nonetheless.

The brunet was also very susceptible to…influences, both good and bad ones. So when he saw his mama constantly working on her motorcycle, he grew a fascination with the oversized scooters — heavily influenced by how proud his mama was of the beautiful hunk of metal — wanting to be just like her.

That all took a detour when said woman decided to get up and stroll out his life, like he meant nothing. There was a period of confusion for him, where he purchased a motorcycle in memory of her; helplessly clinging onto any sort of semblance to a happier time when everything fell to shit, to then hating looking at the bike. It was a reminder how she left — they were the same brand so when Seth would bypass shop windows, he’d see his mama riding away from him.

Everything he felt towards the motorcycle was convoluted and trauma taken at surface value, it stayed like that for a few years; till he got locked up, that is.

Stuck in the penitentiary, encased by concrete walls which had the darkest of secrets imbedded into them — rowdy inmates screaming couldn’t compare to how loud the white structure rang his ears with trouble and horrible thoughts — eventually he stopped crying, stopping acknowledging the droning of his sins playing bumper cars in that sweet little fucked up head of his; a redeeming quality of his being adaptability.

Seth was docile for the remainder of his stay, getting more leeway for his good behavior — probation being added after his evaluation when he was doing time — the brunet thought about what he should do when he got out.

His first thought leeched onto his motorcycle, he missed it — missed how human it made him feel despite everything — it was the closest thing to his mama’s solidarity as he could get. It was funny how the most humanizing thing to him was an inanimate object; not a parent, not a peer, not a friend and especially not a lover.

Seth’s jaw tensed, his body suddenly boiling with uncontrollable emotion; unresolved issue, he was frankly far too scared to confront, clawed at him — begging for release, no matter what kind or how it was done — and that’s how Seth wound up in a circus gig.

Now, the big brown eyed guy wasn’t standing precariously on a wire with a painted face for viewing pleasure, he felt more drawn towards a very specific act; The Globe of Death.

Also known as, the ball of death, it was a relatively dangerous act which consisted of a giant metal-mesh ball housing three to four motorcyclists inside, all them revving engines and narrowing skimming each other when circling around the ball.

Only two - or was it three? - fatalities have actually been confirmed but it added a nice edge for Seth; he adapted a little too well to the thrill of the crime business, now he kinda…craves it? It was only a tiny preference, totally not a necessity that gives him worse withdrawals than a cigarette itch.

Totally not.

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Biting the Hand that Feeds

A 1920's Criminal x Investigator Milo/Sweetheart AU. Inspired by @dizzy-n-busy and this here drawing.

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gonna post a WIP Wednesday (not on Wednesday but I get a pass because I said so) because I haven't in a while and I'm actually excited to be working on this specific wip BUT:

@dizzy-n-busy has this amazing Milo art that they gave me permission to write an au off of. So here is a snippet of that cause I can't remember the last time I was this excited to write something.

Milo sidled up to the bar, perching on one of the stools as the bartender approached. “Gin, neat, would’ya Vincent?” “Of course,” Vincent said, giving him a small smile. It wasn’t like Milo’s order had changed much since he started coming here. “I’ll get that right up.” Milo glanced back at his table, watching as Asher continued to animately fight with David about something stupid. He couldn’t even remember what the original argument was about at this point. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. They always got like this. “Gin on the rocks,” a voice said near him, and Milo looked over to see damn near the prettiest person he’s seen in a while. “Anything for you, hun,” the second bartender said, whom they all call Volts because of their power before getting turned, while giving them a teasing smile. “You’re pretty late. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you tonight.” “Case got me in the office late,” The person said. “Here you go, Milo,” Vincent said, sliding a glass in front of him.  “Hey, hey, before you go,” Milo started, motioning to the stranger a few stools down from him, “who’s that? I haven’t seen them before.” “Who, Sneaks?” Vincent asks. “They usually come in before you lot do. Listen, I wouldn’t-” There was a shout from the other side of the bar, the person waving Vincent over once they had his attention. Vincent turned back to him, hiding the slight frown that etched into his face from the patron. “I’ll be back.” He slipped off, and Milo made his move. Volts was just sliding the glass to this ‘Sneaks’ when Milo came up. “Person of taste, I see,” he commented, grinning at them. Sneaks regarded him for a moment, only to glance back at Volts. Volts only shrugged before slinking off with a coy smile. “What’s it to you, exactly?” “It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to,” Milo said, sitting down, a stool in between them. Milo may have ulterior motives for this chat, but he wasn’t about to scare the pretty thing away. “Just friendly conversation.” “Why do I have a feeling it’s never just friendly conversation with you?” The stranger commented, raising an eyebrow before they took a sip from their drink. “Do you want it to be more than friendly?” Milo asked, lip turning up into a smirk. Sneaks didn’t answer, rolling their eyes. “Name’s Milo,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. The stranger regarded it for a moment before reaching out to meet him.  “People call me Sneak’s,” They replied.  “You sure do like the mysterious aesthetic, huh, Sweetheart,” Milo teased.  “You got a problem with that?” Sneaks asked. “Not at all,” Milo said genuinely, bringing their hand up to kiss it. “Makes me more curious to get to know you, even.” “Yeah. Sure,” Sneak said, pulling their hand away.  “I’m serious,” Milo insisted. “I’m sure you are,” Sneaks said. “You don’t believe me,” Milo said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s not that I don’t believe you,” Sneaks said, eyes trained on the glass in their hand, “just that you’re not the first to try. You’re either going to forget about me or not see me enough to properly pursue me.” “As if I could forget a cute face like yours,” Milo said. “I’d sooner be haunted by it than forget. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not like other guys.” Sneaks let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah, okay, toots.”

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Happy super late friendsgiving !!

Coworkers hair is done in twists, I jus got hand cramps and wanted ta get this done, BUT THEYRE VERY PRETTY AND I LOVE THEM SM 🔪🔪

Oh and Lasko has poliosis (a lack of melanin in the hair follicles)!!

All my listeners uses they/them bc I said so /lh

Btw I hate how this came out and everything is shit 🫶/lh

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Jus the D.A.M.N Crew, crewin’ (I fucked up the layer 4 co-worker & FL so I couldn’t color them in smh)

They’re very silly and rushed so they look bad but dw, I got a lil treat for ya’ll later (bc I got to this so late 🫶)