#@ms evenleigh

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Young start-ups really do be starting

Here's a few doodles of young Odds and Evens! I care them and they're good siblings

(Evens is still full of so much violence)

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Uhh I'm gonna make proper propaganda art soon but for now have one of my biggest reasons I put Evens on the @homemadegirlbossbattle

(excerpt by @goddessoftechnology because she writes Evens so so so well 💕💕💕💕) (the fic And Icarus Fell is on AO3, go read it!!)

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She DON'T MESS AROUND

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Crow and Company

A ficlet

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The glass-eyed, scruffy man leaned on the bar counter. "So, you wanna make a good brew?"

"Ana says I'm not allowed to drink, Mister The Crow." A reddish-brown haired young boy sat on a barstool, swinging his legs and fiddling with his neck scarf.

The Crow facepalmed. "When you're talking to me, it's just Crow, devil darlin'. And I meant potion brewing."

The boy, Luci, gave a quiet oooh. He nodded his head.

"I already filled the pot with water. Now to start the stove." The Crow walked over to the stove but Luci was already clambering over to light the fire.

The Crow chuckled. "Woah there, lil devil, what d'ya think you're doin'?"

Luci giggled, "Ana taught me how to light fires! It's a very important skill to know, she said."

The Crow simply ruffled Luci's hair. A spark burst into a flame, making Luci giggle with the glee of a future arsonist.

"Now, what're we making today, kid?" The Crow stood with a hand on his hip.

Rummaging through the stockpile, Luci pulled out a sleeping nettle and a bit of chamomile.

"Sleeping potion, great idea!" The Crow snapped his fingers, then lifted Luci so the boy could drop the ingredients in. Crow grinned, "Now, here's the fun part," He kicked a compartment with his knee, and it extended into a holder for rows upon rows of vials. A collection of flavors and scents. "Add some pizzazz. Your own devilish flair."

Luci picked out a pink and a yellow vial, both swirling with some sort of solid substance.

Crow rubbed his hands, "Raspberry and lemon, huh? Excellent choice, darlin'."

Without hesitation, Luci threw both vials, glass and all, into the pot. There was a popping noise, then a burst of smoke that colored both the potion and a bit of Luci's face a pastel pink.

"Ah…" The Crow snickered. "Dear, the whole thing wasn't… Aw who am I kiddin'? You're just rollin' with my methods."

With a ladle and a reinforced mug, The Crow poured Luci a sampling of the sleeping brew.

The door to The Roost creaked open, and in stepped Ana. "Luci?"

Luci waved. The Crow simply stood, hand on his hip, with his dubious air to him.

Ana cocked an eyebrow at the mug. "He isn't allowed to drink." She peered at how the brew bubbled, a swirling mass of pink. "Also it looks toxic."

"It's a potion, darlin'." Crow gavw a toothy smile. "No alcohol there."

Glaring at The Crow, Ana sat at the bar and leaned towards her little brother.

Luci gripped the mug with both hands and chugged it down. Ana slapped the mug out of his hands, but not in time. Luci eyelids weighed down. He yawned, then fell into Ana's lap.

Ana screamed.

She picked up her little brother, and held him close, checking for breathing every few minutes.

"He's not dead, dear." The Crow rolled his eyes.

"What did you do to him?" Ana climbed onto the bar and gritted her teeth.

The Crow crossed his arms. "Darlin', he's the one who made the sleeping potion."

Ana looked at Luci's face - smiling, and snoring.

"Can you undo the effects?" She brushed back Luci's messy locks.

"...Kid, the effects aren't permanent, he just needs to wake up by himself," Crow peeked at the pot of sleeping potion, muttering to himself. "I think it needs a little more water. And raspberry. Ah, but the kid dunked the whole thing in..." He rubbed his goatee.

Lucifer started to stir, but didn't wake up. Ana still held onto him. Her eyes were still wide with worry.

"Eh, you can go in your room if you wanna, darlin'." Crow gestured to the broom closet he reserved for the siblings.

Ana glowered at Crow, but eventually made her way into the broom closet.

As Luci's eyes fluttered open, he looked around the room, seeing the cramped wooden walls of the storage closet, and…

"Ana?"

Ana pulled his head close, into a half hug. "I was worried sick…" She gripped his shoulders. "Don't ever do that again."

Luci frowned, then looked up at Ana halfheartedly. "I… I made a potion and it worked, though!"

"You can't go around drinking potions at random like that,"

"It was a sleeping potion! It's supposed to make people sleepy." Luci flipped over and spread himself on the mattress.

"I... I know but... What if it didn't do what it was supposed to?" Ana squeezed Luci's hand, staring down at the floor.

"I know what I'm doing." Luci pulled his hand away. He grumbled, "I just wanted to do something useful."

Ana perked up.

Luci sat up, leaning his head on his hands. "I'm always sitting around and playing, while you go and get paid so you can get food and clothes for us. For me. It makes me feel bad."

"At least Mr. Crow thought my brew was cool. Maybe I could've sold it." He curled up.

Ana lifted up Luci's face, revealing the crystalline glimmer of tears forming. She smiled. "Is that why you snuck away from me?"

"...I thought it would be a better alternative than playing poker," He croaked.

"That's because you're too young to play," Ana ruffled his hair, "I just want you safe, that's all."

Sniffling, Luci flopped into Ana's embrace. Ana wiped his tears with his own scarf. Both of them rocked back and forth, until Luci fell asleep - naturally.

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Alternate prompts because choice is good.

"Home by Bearna" by Stamp'n Go Shanty + Evens and Odds in their younger days

"We'll Meet Again" by the FatRat and Laura Brehm + Gwendolyn and Gart

"Mama Said," by Lukas Graham + young Cracker family

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Ana gripped her brother's hand as if it was a root sticking out of a cliffside. She rubbed his knuckles with her thumb, to try calming him down - even if she was the one who needed calming.

Nights may have been quiet, but they were never peaceful.

Shorter, spiked benches. Signs on stores refusing to serve them. The town they had taken refuge in had finally put up stricter anti-homeless policies, and Ana was getting desperate.

Ana's little brother, Luci, tugged at her lace dress. She would usually reprimand him - that was one of her only dresses left that fit her, and she couldn't risk it falling apart - however she understood Luci was going through something new, stressful, something Ana knew like an old acquaintance. She let him bite at any loose threads and chew on them. It was better than chewing on his own clothes, really. Luci looked behind them and frowned, "Why aren't we going to our place?"

Ana rubbed Luci's shoulder. "They're not going to let us go back," She sighed, "We'll have to find another town if we can't afford shelter here."

Luci got a glimmer in his eyes with a new, crazy idea. "We could go to The Murder's Nest!"

"Again, I don't know if I can trust your 'friend', even if your games pay well." Ana huffed.

The Murder's Nest was named after the owner, who went simply by The Crow. It was bustling with people until night hit and the place was emptied out for other events. Luci met the owner after beating The Crow at one of his own games, and impressing The Crow to the point he started mentoring Luci. From card shuffling to potion brewing, Luci always came back to Ana with something new.

Still, Ana felt uneasy just knowing about a place named after death. She may have known the devil by name, but she believed The Crow was some kind of demon in disguise.

...Then again, what choice did they have? They would probably get eaten by wolves at this hour.

"Alright, lead me there." Ana sighed. Luci grinned his little catlike grin, then ran off in the direction of the establishment.

The wooden sign was of a crow holding a bleeding thorn. Ana grabbed Luci's wrist before he could blindly run in.

"Ah, I recognize those ragged shoes. Come in, lil' archfiend." A voice beckoned from inside.

Luci broke through Ana's grasp and giddily climbed onto one of the barstools. "Hi, Crow!"

"Hello, darlin'." The Crow held out a fist to Luci, and the two of them did what looked like some sort of incomprehensible handshake. The Crow chuckled, "You brought yer sister, too? What a gift."

The Crow held out his spindly, grimy hand for her to shake. Ana only barely touched his finger.

"I've heard so much 'bout you. This lil' devil talks about you like I don't exist!" The Crow ruffles Luci's hair.

"He's the one I got the scarf from!" Luci proudly tugs at his black scarf with gold and red diamonds sewn into it.

Ana nods with a tinge of caution. "I... See."

The Crow pours two glasses of grape juice - he reassures Ana it's just the sparkling kind - then leans on the counter. "So? What are you two doin' here at closing hour?"

Ana stirs the bubbles out of her juice. "The... The new policies are preventing us from staying outside."

The Crow's face went from a playful smile to a scowl that could shatter glass. "Them darn lawmen should burn, I tell ya," He huffs.

"Yeah! I liked camping outside a lot!" Luci blurts. He looked expectantly at The Crow. "But since we can't camp now, I had the idea we could hang out here! We could be super quiet and not bother you one bit!" Luci zipped his mouth shut, then smiled.

The Crow drummed his fingers. "I think I can do ya one better." He walked over to a door labeled 'Employees Only' and dusted it off. Inside it was all just a storage room. "If y'all help me clean this place, I'll let you two stay. Maybe you can even earn your keep here - save up a few funds so you can get your own place."

Ana's eyes lit up with hope - the first time in a long while. Luci held her hand, practically pleading.

What other choice did she have?

"We'll take the offer, sir." Ana nods.

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Fullbody refs for odds and evens because i got mad at myself for not having any proper ones

Also its a wip hehe

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33 for Graham and a member of his (Llewdor) family

OR

21 for Odds and Evens

The door to the office swings open and Mr. Odden strides in. He's in his typical attire, and his black gloves are stained - not red, surprisingly, but wet and white. He wipes remains of the powdered outdoors on his rolled up sleeves. "Who knew they even had snow storms in this part of the kingdom?" He chuckles to himself, "And people don't get any more immune to frostbite."

…He hears the clinking before he notices someone in the room. Odden, still getting his bearings, playfully waves towards the clattering. "Evens, darling, I didn't know you were here," He reaches out for one of the boxes she's holding, and he finds it to be full of his potion supplies. There's an unnerved twinge to his smiling. "Oh, are you hoarding this all for your office? Why, if you're so desperate for it all, I can just have some batches shipped to you!"

"I don't want your potion supplies for myself," Ms. Evenleigh says, "I'm moving the lab out of your room and into the brewery."

"How thoughtful, Evie! What generous kindness!" Odds fawns, sarcastically, "I, however, need the lab here, so I can assist with brewing while in my own office."

"We have a brewery for a reason."

"I know, Eves, it's just…" Odds clicks his tongue. "How do I put this… It's not as fun that way."

Evens picks up a jar full of small, bluish purple flower buds. She rotates the jar, realizing a majority of the buds have been split in half and hollowed out.

She gives Odds a subtle raised eyebrow. "Have you been eating these?"

"Oh, those aren't for me! I leave them on the front of my desk for others to take. Similar to free mints on a table."

Evens glowers. "You're giving out forget-me-so buds?"

"It's for security!" He claims. Odds' right eye is twitching. Evens recognizes his tells. He continues his spiel, "Now if you give me those, we'll pretend this never…"

She simply has to lift the jar above her head to keep Odds and the flower buds separated.

"You're the only one here who has strong enough impulses to be eating forget-me-so buds at this rate," She says.

Odds stands on the arm of his armchair, straining to reach the jar. Evenleigh holds it away with ease, blank-faced the entire time.

Evens pushes him away with her finger. "You're also a terrible liar."

Odds smirks, then flops down in his chair, though not defeated just yet.

Evens skims over the notes on the top of the jar. "Nelia put warnings on the lid. If you haven't seen them, there are reasons why you shouldn't eat them raw."

"I know what I'm doing. I've been eating them raw for a while now, so I can assure you, I won't end up like Chastain. And, on the off chance I do, I'm entrusting the care of my half-brained body to you." He stands, sauntering over to Evens and the jar. "So with my trust in you, you'll have trust in-"

"Luci." Evens snaps.

Odds retracts his hand. His businessman grin has faded, and cracked into a scowl. His breathing goes heavy, "I thought I told you we don't. Bring. That. Up."

Evens huffs. "It gets you to listen."

Odden opens his mouth, but with no way to refute her point, he simply glares. Evens picks up the last crate of potion ingredients and leaves Odds alone with his thoughts.

Once Evens has left, Odds rubs his temple. He sits on the edge of his bed, lights his pipe, and takes a drag until his thoughts and the room become a blur.

The bedroom door opens again, this time Evens is the one peeking into the room. Odds sighs, then gestures for her to come in. She sits next to him on the bed’s ledge.

It’s silence for ten minutes or so "Mother would be disappointed in me."

"Well, then I believe mother would be placing the blame on the wrong person," Odds pats Evens on the shoulder. "I get into plenty of scraps, you're just unfortunately dragged into them."

"I didn't watch hard enough, though. One simple task…"

Odds leans on Evens. "I'm the one trying to forget. This is my mess. I'll clean it up when it's all over."

Evens leans too, though she turns away. "...Do you remember when you first ate one of the forget-me-so buds?"

"Don't fret about me when I say this, but no. I don't." Odds hums, "The taste is surprisingly alluring. Of course, I wouldn't recommend you consume any."

"I don't plan on doing so any time soon. I keep track of plans in my head."

"Is that because your handwriting kills brain matter at the sight of it?” Odds ribs at her.

Evens shields her mouth to protect her dignity. “I can read it.”

Odds practically jumps at the sight. “Oh, I see a smirk~!”

Evenleigh dodges Odds' fight to see her full smile, until she breaks into laughter. She immediately rushes to cup her mouth, but Odds got what he wanted. He gives a smug, triumphant smile.

Odds rubs the fingers of his damp gloves. "Hold on, it's snowing outside… remind me when my birthday is?"

"January 14th." She's quick to answer.

He snaps his fingers. "See? My mind hasn't dulled just yet! At least I remember certain events," Odds bumps Evens in the elbow. "As long as you are my mental calendar. Can I entrust you with that?"

Evens chuckles. "On my life."

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Even though she's in bracket B I still wanted to get this out before I forget!

@homemadegirlbossbattle

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Evenleigh ♣️

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Assorted doodle!

Dr. Harriet Jekyll from @facades-comic

And an Evens in an outfit a friend said she'd look good in! (She does)

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If Odds and the Singleader are the supposed "friends", then Evens and the Singleader just straight up silently hate each other-

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I've had a creative block for a while and I've been oughghughgugugh about not having ideas to draw so I'm resorting to trying something new! Ish. Newish. (I've drawn animals before I just haven't drawn these ones!)

Rg2 is a labrador, Rg1 is a secretary bird, and the bonus Odds and Evens are supposed to be some?? breed of cat and a panther respectively

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I've gotten in the mood to do signatures, so I'm doing some signature headcanons for the characters I'm involved in hehe >:3 starting with Odds and Evens!

Top: Odden, Evenleigh

Middle: Them signing with their respective card suits, so Diamonds and Clubs

Bottom: Odds, Evens

yes Evens' handwriting is pretty much illegible on purpose

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Bonus, this is what Odds has to put up with

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WOO BLORBOS!! Blorbo fic!!

They're absolutely horrible people! But I still love them! Ahhh the conflicting feelings. Pain.

Some art is old, other art is new! That first image I made today cuz of the new chapter hehe :)

Also, since I have wayyyy too much art of these guys (half of which might be spoilers?) I'm also putting the concept art for their designs below the cut!! Enjoyyyy~

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I've been patiently waiting for my time to strike >:) now the time has come!! I'm so hype about this hehe

Before you see this arts, go read the funky fightin chapter right here!!!!

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Every ring needs an announcer! (but are you sure you needed this guy?)

An overshadowing duo. Both evenly at odds in their personalities, yet their work only requires the strongest of partnerships.

The fighters here come in a wide variety. Here is one of the many! Let's hope that arm is okay.

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"It reeks of sulphur and charcoal."

"That's its unique feature. Now, I would like to preserve that." (<- Clearly lying)

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Got requested to do an Odds and Evens outfit swap so here's something for funsies!