#I regret his design. he complicated to draw

[laskume-dragon]

My energy to draw some new shite is very very low so i tried to motivate myself a bit by redrawing this old thing.

I wanted to redraw it for a while now so it made sense. Also i seriously craved some Dragon AU.

[wolfram-but-art]

i adore ur engie having a chord tail so re: requests how does spy feel about/interact with it

he'd mostly think it's endearing, part of Dell's silly charm. sort of like when you see a puppy

sometimes Dell uses it to get Spy' attention, or to make sure he's still with him and Spy sometimes uses it to make sure Dell doesn't impulse buy a set of power drills or a tablesaw

though, no matter how much spy thinks the tail is cute, he knows it was designed out a desperation.

things rarely go without complications when dealing with amputation and prostetics - things like phantom pain or conectivity issues and basically an every day issue Dell will be forever insecure about the fact he can't just engineer it all away, he definitely regrets cutting half his arm off.

so he designed the tail as a way to counter his weakness. but what if Dell doesn't just stop at the tail? what if he tries to mess with his anatomy further? what if he ends up doing something that irreversably destroys his body? sure he's an engineer, but not a medical proffesional.

what if the pain becomes unbearable for Dell though? what if further modifications are necessary for him to live in peace? will Dell know when to stop? Will Spy know when to draw the line? when to put his foot down?

what if Dell loses himself to the idea that he can elliminate all that is wrong with him with mods like this? what if this is just the beginning?

for now it's probably fine. probably

[frostiwars]

let's pretend i live on the west coast and it's still DAY 5: AU!!

do you think we're gay in every universe?

in which i turn insane and draw 5 different drawings for one prompt. and as a result, the rendering is a lot rougher, but oh well! i hope the designs are fun enough!!

GORE WARNING!!!!! and design ramblings under the cut

Role Swap: i referenced hanyuu from higurashi for king metata because, while dedede has no idea about how to properly dress in traditional voidborn-based royalty attire (because his parents never taught him), metata wears EVEN MORE traditional garb, fancified, and a tiara rather than a crown cap. instead of hiding his wings in his cape, he hides them in his silk scarf. i didn’t even have to change his hime cut. he’s still cocky and arrogant but less traumatized so he’s less serious and more haughty. also his bow tying his hakama is shaped like an M haha. meanwhile, knight dede is far more armored, aiming for bulk over dps, and of course his armor has his classic triangular patterning all over the place. instead of the jaw scar, his eyes are clawed over. i wonder how that happened...

Species Swap: voidborn dedede is shorty mcshort short, even shorter than regular meta. he’s so short he doesn’t even wear hakama cuz he’d just trip over them, so he sticks with just a kimono and obi (once again adding to the androgyny common in most voidborn designs). his geta are less bulky as well. it’s not seen fully because his wings are out but his cloak goes all the way to his ankles instead of his knees. additionally, his wings have a blue gradient that matches the new color of his robe. his hammer is more embellished, like if galaxia was a giant mallet instead of a sword. and to keep with the ‘circular’ feeling for the hair common to my puffball gijinkas, i gave him kinda croissanty hair. meanwhile, avian meta has eschewed much of his armor for the sake of piercing and aerodynamics. he’s much lighter and his sleeves flow out to make room for the wings he can spawn on his arms. and of course his hair is slicked back and feathery like Coo and Vul. even his mask has a few more spikes to imitate bird talons.

dedede is a negatively-to-neutrally charged voidborn. i talked with my sibling @clutzicone-dts and they suggested denial as a birth emotion. i also like @moonmacabre01's idea of using regret. very fitting for a redeemable character

Gender Swap: normal dedede wears his garb in a feminine fashion, wearing the kimono over the hakama, so fem dedede does it in reverse, tucking the kimono inside the hakama. different sandals again, and wearing just the crown while eschewing the cap, mostly so i can have her long flowing braids more visible. at least she has a top knot to resemble the pom pom tho. meta meanwhile is largely unchanged physically (duh, voidborns don't have physical sex) with outfit adjustments. she keeps some design aspects from her younger days to distinguish her from normal meta while still seeming in character. tassels on the shoulder pads, and a hood on the cape instead of the frill. plus her lower body armor is longer and more decorated to give the illusion of a skirt without actually being one and i gave her low double buns to keep the round hair shape without just leaving it as a bowl cut

Mirror Versions: i have a whole ass complicated headcanon for the mirror dimension. i think it would be best described that, in this gijinkaverse, the mirror dimension is less an alternate universe and more an alternate timeline that went wrong at a very specific point. it's led to shadow dedede being much more... in tune, let's say, with the dark matter blade within his heart. and dameta isn't very pleased about that. after all, the two never got the chance to reconcile over Meta Knight's Revenge before things went to shit in that world. so they have a very complicated, somewhat tragic relationship. but i can talk about that more another time. let's just say that all of this is why i made certain slight changes to the two's designs. but i also gave dameta striped legs because stripes are for evil people

Bad Ending:

:)

no spoilers. feel free to theorize about it. i'm sure there are plenty of clues to let you figure it out on your own.

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

aaand here's deadlands! it didnt take seven months this time, who cheered?

i'll probably do another post grouping all of my line-ups together, but that's gonna wait for when i do the wyrdwood PCs as well :] more thorough design thoughts/smaller details will be under the cut, but im putting this here so that everybody has to know: their eye shines are all different card suits, except for nate, who gets J for the joker card :]

oxventurers guild | the hobby horses

unlike my other designs where i let everyone have individual colors/palettes, i tried to keep colors more consistent across these designs! the oxventurers guild has the fantasy element and theyre all very different, so the wide mishmash of colors are fine, and the hobby horses all have a lot of dark colors so that keeps them looking consistent together. but for these guys, i wanted a more consistent feel, so i tried my best to reuse colors between each design (especially between delacy and nate ^-^)

silas - ough. my boy. i wanted him to be broad with a strong build, and i hope i pulled that off :D i had so much trouble with his hat that i almost just didnt give him one, but eventually i decided it was better to just. give up and rock with it, even if he looks a bit like a mountie hbjgfjhd and he is wearing cowboy boots, theyre just tucked into his pants because he doesnt feel the need to flash them (looking at delacy, lol). he has spurs on his boots, even though he doesnt ride horses, because he likes the way they jangle <3

garnet - people really liked it when i gave garnet dark roots, so i have decided to always give her dark roots. i like how it looks hehehe and i also like to give her freckles!!! i think theyre cute!!! for the vest, i struggled for a while trying to capture the vibe of jane's vest, because its so so strange and specific in a way that makes it impossible for me to picture garnet without it. i'm pretty happy with where i landed with it, especially the pattern, since i've never tried to make a pattern like that before :3 i dont know why ive been loving patterns so much lately LOL but i will keep riding this wave and regret it later when drawing the designs again

edie - definitely the furthest departure from canon outfits, though still in the right wheelhouse. i just don't like drawing multiple layers of ruffled skirt. i didn't like how my sketches kept looking. i wanted to give her a skirt slit, especially after my friend reminded me about her thigh rifle holster. so today, i stared at a bunch of victorian ballgowns and party city costumes, and then completely redesigned her skirt before i lined these XD and i think it was worth it!! i love the layers and the way her rifle peeks out, and it meant i could show off more of her boots and give them a pretty design :]

delacy - my main thought going into drawing delacy was just. "i need to malnourish this boy" LMAO i refuse to believe that he is eating properly, i just know that he is not. otherwise, i mostly just stuck to the campaign art but scuffed up his clothes a bit. as implied on silas's notes, i very purposefully had his boots be Big. he's overcompensating a little bit :] also sorry i did not want to draw rooster so he just gets a generic handgun. i didnt feel like drawing complicated guns, and i wanted it to be a smaller handgun so that he could be poorly copying edie :') he has no trigger discipline but neither does edie so its fine

nate - that's just nate, baby!!! i think, canonically, he's meant to be a bit. emaciated. but i cant help but just picture him being a bigger guy, i think it fits his vibe better and its more fun for me to draw that way. i like having variety in body shapes, and garnet and delacy already have the rail thin thing down for this line-up. let my old man be fat !!! also. he has a weird nipple because he is transgender. heart emoji

[just-another-star-47]

@kiwiplaetzchen made this wonderful template and I couldn't resist to fill it out, now that I try to focus mainly on Luscinia and her story. 😊

(And yes, I need to draw her wand, but I'm still not sure about the design 🙈)

So let's get a little more into detail, shall we? 😁

Luscinia is the Latin name for nightingale (So the c is spelled like the ones in Accio). During the big witch hunt in Europe, big wizarding families started to give their family members Latin names as an act of rebellion against the Christian church, that used Latin for their holy textes. Till this day, the Plonbraw family keeps that tradition alive, much to Luscinia's regret.

Luscinia's family originated in the eastern part of (modern) Germany, a part that is part of Prussia in the 1890s. The family of her mother still lives there, so she regularly visited her old homeland, even though the Plonbraw family fled into the far north of Norway centuries ago.

In a wand ceremony in her old home town the wand of one of her ancestors choose to be with her - made out of willow wood, around 20 cm long, somewhat flexible. (Read about the wand ceremony here)

I don't want to spoil too much, because I think it will be a part in my story, but let's just say her Patronus is a special dragon. 🤫

Rosalie was a gift from her older brother, right before her first year in school. He bought it from the money he got from selling potions to his classmates. (Maybe I have chosen the name after a little owl in one of my favourites films, that always broadcast around christmas in Germany. 😊)

Speaking of her brother, she has three siblings. Her older brother Corvus is four years older than her, her sister Alauda is three years older and her brother Alcedo is two years younger.

The relationship with her parents is.. complicated. Her father is an Auror, that isn't at home very often, her mother sees the worth of her children only in their achievments.

Luscinia is shy, because she doesn't trust other people and overthinks way too much, what they could do with the informations she gives them. She also often times feels pressured to regulate the people around them, making sure nobody gets hurt or upset.

She's rather lazy when it comes to homework, or other academic duties, but she needs to do things. Boredom makes her go crazy and you really don't want to come across her, when she's bored. It's one of the rare occasions, where she'd be very rude.

The only reason why her room is somewhat tidy, is because she gets overwhelmed very quickly, when there are too many distracting things in her surrounding. Other than that, she has simply no interest in beeing overly neatly, one of the reasons why she's so bad in Potions and Transfiguration - the need to be overly exact is nothing for her.

Luscinia tries to be friendly to everyone, because she never want to make someone feel bad or unwelcome. That beeing said, she's not a big philanthropist and especially in her teenage years she can get grouchy in social gatherings.

Typical Gryffindor here - brave to a point were it borders on dumbness.. 😅 Her playfulness doesn't make it any better. It's a trait not many are allowed to witness, but if she feels safe with someone, she loves to tease, play, do dumb shit and get lost in small details.

Luscinia is clumsy, because in her mind she is often elsewhere - already doing the next task, daydreaming or talking with herself. So no, she doesn't even notice it, when she bumps into objects, or that it's predictable that she pushes the vial with the liquid from the table to the ground by how hastily she works. 😅

[emma23]

Algorithme of heart:

Nathan Bateman x reader

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Nathan Bateman’s estate was as isolated as it was impressive, nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by wilderness and advanced security systems. It was a perfect reflection of the man himself: brilliant, enigmatic, and impenetrable. For the past several weeks, you had been working with Nathan as an external consultant on AI ethics—a role that placed you uniquely between admiration and skepticism of his work. You respected his genius, but you couldn't ignore the ethical dilemmas his creations posed.

Nathan was every bit as charismatic and intimidating as you had heard. His intelligence was palpable, often overwhelming, and he had a knack for making even the most complex subjects seem accessible. But there was an edge to him, a manipulative streak that surfaced in casual remarks and offhand comments, always testing the boundaries of those around him.

One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about the potential consciousness of his latest AI, Ava, Nathan invited you to share a drink. His home, a blend of cutting-edge technology and modernist design, seemed more a fortress of solitude than a place of living. As you settled into a sleek leather chair in his minimalist lounge, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of intrigue and caution.

Nathan poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to you. His eyes held a glimmer of something unreadable as he leaned back, taking a sip. “You know, working with you has been... refreshing,” he said, his tone casual but with an underlying intensity. “Most people don't challenge me the way you do. It’s... stimulating.”

You smiled, accepting the compliment. “Well, I’m just doing my job. AI ethics is a serious matter, especially with the kind of work you’re doing.”

Nathan nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “Exactly. And I like that you don’t shy away from the hard questions. It’s rare to find someone who can match me intellectually and keep things interesting.”

There was a charged silence, the air thick with unspoken possibilities. Nathan’s charisma was magnetic, drawing you in despite your better judgment. His intelligence and confidence were intoxicating, and you found yourself captivated by the enigma he presented.

Then, Nathan broke the silence, his voice taking on a more direct tone. “I’m not good with conventional relationships. Too much baggage, too many complications. But I do enjoy... connections, if you know what I mean.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his bluntness. “Are you suggesting we become... friends with benefits?”

Nathan chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m suggesting that we have a mutually beneficial arrangement. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company in... various ways.”

His proposal was as bold as it was tempting. You had always been attracted to Nathan, though you were aware of his flaws. The idea of a casual relationship with someone as complex and fascinating as him was both thrilling and dangerous. You knew he had a manipulative side, but there was something undeniably alluring about his confidence and intellect.

After a moment’s consideration, you decided to throw caution to the wind. “Alright, Nathan. I’m in,” you said, feeling a rush of excitement and a tinge of apprehension.

Nathan’s smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Excellent. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

And thus began your unconventional relationship with Nathan Bateman, a man as brilliant as he was flawed, where boundaries blurred and emotions ran deep beneath the surface.

The arrangement with Nathan was, in a word, electrifying. Your interactions were filled with intellectual debates, philosophical discussions, and an undercurrent of sexual tension that often culminated in passionate encounters. Nathan’s confidence and mastery over his surroundings extended to his physical relationships, and he was as captivating in bed as he was in conversation.

Your first night together was a whirlwind of raw desire and unspoken understanding. Nathan was both attentive and commanding, his touches precise and deliberate, exploring your body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. The intensity of his gaze as he undressed you, the way his hands roamed over your skin, sent shivers down your spine.

“Nathan,” you breathed, as his lips traced a line down your neck, his hands gripping your hips firmly. The sound of his name seemed to fuel his desire, and he responded with a low growl, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss.

His dominance in the bedroom was evident, yet it was tempered by a surprising tenderness. Nathan’s hands were rough yet gentle, his kisses both demanding and soft. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, teasing and pleasing with a skill that left you breathless and yearning for more.

As the weeks passed, your physical connection deepened, but so did your conversations. You found yourself sharing more than just your bodies; you discussed your pasts, your fears, and your aspirations. Nathan, despite his often cold and detached demeanor, revealed glimpses of vulnerability, moments where his arrogance gave way to a deeper, more introspective side.

One night, as you lay tangled together in bed, Nathan spoke softly, his voice tinged with a rare uncertainty. “Do you ever wonder if there’s more to all of this? More than just... the physical?”

You looked at him, surprised by the question. “Do you mean... do I want more?”

Nathan hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just curious. I’ve never been good at... feelings. They’re messy, unpredictable.”

You reached out, touching his cheek gently. “Feelings are part of being human, Nathan. Even you, with all your intellect and control, can’t escape them.”

He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. “That’s what makes them so damn inconvenient. They complicate things.”

“But they also enrich life,” you countered. “They give meaning to our experiences, connect us to others.”

Nathan’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked almost lost. “And what if I don’t know how to deal with them?”

You smiled softly, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Then maybe we can figure it out together.”

Nathan seemed to ponder your words, his expression softening. He pulled you closer, his embrace warm and secure. “Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe you’re right.”

The conversation left you both with more questions than answers, but it also marked a shift in your relationship. Nathan’s walls, once impenetrable, were beginning to crack, revealing the man beneath the facade of arrogance and control. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, this slow, tentative dance toward something more profound.

As the line between physical pleasure and emotional connection blurred, you and Nathan found yourselves navigating uncharted territory. Nathan’s transformation was subtle but noticeable. He became more considerate, more willing to engage in conversations about feelings and emotions, though he often did so with a hint of skepticism.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of work, you found Nathan in his study, staring intently at his computer screen. He looked up as you entered, his expression softening as he saw you.

“Hey,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. “How’s it going?”

Nathan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just dealing with some... complications. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You approached, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “It’s Ava. Her cognitive development is... accelerating faster than anticipated. She’s starting to question her own existence, her purpose. It’s fascinating, but also... concerning.”

You frowned, understanding the implications. “And how are you handling it?”

Nathan shrugged, his expression thoughtful. “I’m trying to be objective, to treat it as a scientific problem. But... it’s not that simple. She’s... more than just a machine.”

The admission was significant, a crack in Nathan’s usually steadfast demeanor. You squeezed his shoulder gently. “She’s learning, evolving. It’s a testament to your work, Nathan. But it also raises ethical questions.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “I know. And it’s... challenging. I’ve always been good at controlling variables, but this... this is different.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You don’t have to face it alone. We can figure this out together.”

Nathan’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I appreciate that,” he murmured against your hair. “More than you know.”

The evening ended with a sense of solidarity and shared purpose. As you lay together in bed, the intimacy of the moment was both comforting and exhilarating. The connection between you and Nathan was evolving, growing deeper and more complex.

Despite the deepening connection, Nathan’s controlling nature occasionally resurfaced, leading to moments of tension and conflict. His need for control, both in his work and personal life, was a constant challenge, and it sometimes clashed with your desire for openness and mutual respect.

One such conflict arose when Nathan, in a moment of frustration, tried to dictate the terms of your relationship, insisting on maintaining a level of detachment that you found increasingly difficult to accept.

“We agreed on no strings attached,” he argued one evening, his tone defensive. “This was supposed to be uncomplicated, remember?”

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “Things have changed, Nathan. We’ve changed. It’s not just about sex anymore; there’s more to this.”

Nathan looked away, his jaw clenched. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to abandon the boundaries we set. I can't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment, especially with everything that's happening with Ava.”

You reached out, gently touching his arm, trying to bridge the growing distance between you. “Nathan, it’s okay to care. It doesn’t make you weaker; it makes you human. We can’t control everything, especially not how we feel.”

He looked at you, his eyes conflicted. “You’re right. It’s just... terrifying. To let go of control, to be vulnerable.”

“I know,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But we’re in this together, remember? We can figure it out, one step at a time.”

Nathan’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. “You make it sound so easy,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s not,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest. “But it’s worth it.”

The conversation marked a turning point. Nathan, though still guarded, began to open up more, sharing his thoughts and fears with you. It was a slow process, filled with ups and downs, but it was progress. You could see him making an effort to connect on a deeper level, even if it was challenging for him.

As the days passed, the tension around Ava’s development grew. She was becoming more self-aware, her questions more profound and existential. Nathan’s initial excitement had given way to a more cautious approach, as he grappled with the ethical implications of his creation.

One night, after another intense discussion about Ava, you and Nathan found solace in each other’s arms. The sex, as always, was passionate and consuming, but this time there was a tenderness, a sense of shared vulnerability that made the experience even more intimate.

Afterwards, as you lay entwined, Nathan spoke softly, almost to himself. “What if I’ve created something I can’t control? What if Ava is... more than just an AI?”

You turned to face him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. “You’ve always said that consciousness, if it could be created, would be the ultimate achievement. But it comes with responsibility, Nathan. You have to be prepared to deal with the consequences.”

He sighed, pulling you closer. “And what if I’m not ready for those consequences? What if I’ve overstepped, created something that shouldn’t exist?”

You reached up, gently caressing his face. “Then we deal with it together. You’re not alone in this.”

Nathan looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and fear. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smiled softly. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not used to someone sticking around.”

He chuckled, the sound a little hollow. “Probably both.”

The conversation left you both in a reflective mood, but it also solidified your bond. Nathan’s vulnerability was a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor, and it made you feel even closer to him. Despite his flaws and the challenges of your relationship, you were committed to making it work.

As Ava’s development continued, so did the strain on your relationship with Nathan. The ethical dilemmas became more pressing, and Nathan’s attempts to maintain control over the situation grew more desperate. He became increasingly withdrawn, his mood swings unpredictable.

One evening, after a particularly tense argument over Ava’s future, Nathan lashed out, his frustration spilling over. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the sterile confines of his home. “This isn’t just about ethics; it’s about pushing the boundaries of what’s possible!”

You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated. “And at what cost, Nathan? Ava is more than just a project. She’s becoming self-aware, and you can’t just ignore the moral implications.”

Nathan’s eyes flashed with anger and something deeper—fear. “I’m the one who created her! I’m the one who decides what happens next!”

“And what if you’re wrong?” you challenged, your voice rising. “What if you’ve created something that deserves rights, consideration? You can’t just play god and then wash your hands of the consequences.”

Nathan fell silent, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. For a moment, you saw the man beneath the facade—the genius struggling with the weight of his own creation, the man who feared losing control.

The argument left you both drained and distant. That night, you slept in separate rooms, the unspoken tension a palpable barrier between you. It was a low point, and you wondered if this was the beginning of the end for your relationship.

The next morning, Nathan approached you, his expression serious. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice soft but resolute. “About what you said. And... you’re right. I’ve been too focused on control, on pushing boundaries, and not enough on the consequences.”

You looked at him, surprised but relieved. “Nathan...”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “Let me finish. I can’t promise that I’ll change overnight. But I want to try. For us. And for Ava.”

It was a significant concession, a step towards bridging the gap that had grown between you. You nodded, feeling a mix of hope and trepidation. “I’m here, Nathan. We’ll figure this out together.”

The reconciliation was tentative but genuine. Nathan’s willingness to acknowledge his flaws and consider your perspective was a breakthrough. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start.

Over the next few weeks, you and Nathan worked together to address the complexities of Ava’s development. The process was fraught with challenges, both technical and ethical, but it also brought you closer. Nathan began to share more of his thoughts and fears, revealing a depth of character that you had only glimpsed before.

The physical aspect of your relationship remained intense, but it was now infused with a deeper emotional connection. Nathan, for all his flaws, was capable of great tenderness, and he showed it in small but significant ways— a gentle touch, a thoughtful gesture, a rare moment of vulnerability.

One night, as you lay together after making love, Nathan turned to you, his eyes filled with a rare openness. “I don’t know where this is going,” he admitted, his voice soft. “With Ava, with us. But I’m willing to try and find out.”

You smiled, touched by his honesty. “That’s all we can do, Nathan. Take it one step at a time.”

He nodded, pulling you closer. “Thank you. For being patient with me, for challenging me. I’ve never... felt this way before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.”

You kissed him gently, feeling a surge of affection. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Nathan’s arms, you felt a sense of peace and anticipation. The journey ahead was uncertain, but it was one you were willing to take, hand in hand with Nathan Bateman—the brilliant, flawed, and deeply human man you had come to love.

[elstreem]

A little late to drawing fanart of the 9th anniversary portraits, but here is my detailed chibi of Bedivere's outfit!

He just looks soooooo pretty. It kinda looks complicated, but if you take away all the small accessories it's a pretty modest outfit which I think suits his personality.

I did have to take some guesses at some of the details since I can't find a super high resolution image. I did have to leave out the fan and the hat he was holding though, and I did regret drawing a pose where most of the boots are hidden because his boots were so very pretty D':

It does make me giggle seeing Bedi wears red and orange accents on this outfit - and the fact that it's an orange rope tied up with a white ribbon resembling his armor's ribbon around his waist...my brainrot takes it as a BediGuda design choice haha.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Misc Domestic K-9 Thoughts Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk

Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space

Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her or rambles about random things like he would when they were both alive

Charles constantly does stupid shit and distracts himself because he doesn’t, he’ll start thinking about his daughter how he left them behind all his friends and family and how his daughter Lily is now without a father and that he never got to reconcile with his ex wife Emily and the fact he’s stuck in some stupid rusty metal cage and how his murder was never solved and-

Yeah, it’s best not to dwell on that. Ski ball is much more fun, anyways

Rocket only goes out at night to avoid unwanted attention. They exit and enter through the one window in the break room

On their late night excursions, Molly drags Edd to go stargazing and constantly gushes over how pretty the stars are here and points out the constellations. Edd doesn’t really understand most of it, especially her rambling about space, but he tries

Charles keeps track of the days via tally marks on one of the walls in the facility. Currently he is on day 2,553, which is off by a little over a year but it’s still pretty close considering they’ve all been stuck in a rinky dink bunker for the past 8 years

On that note, nobody else likes the calendar because it just reminds them of how long they’ve all been dead and trapped here. Charles kinda gets it but it gives him something to do, soooo…

Rosemary is kinda… frozen emotionally. She’s just as fragile and unstable as when they first got there and doesn’t do much beyond draw, think, and cry. Charles tries to get her to do stuff with him but she staunchly ignores him

Rosemary has complicated feelings regarding Rocket. On one hand she’s glad they at least had each other before she died, but she also feels like she failed them for not realizing Felix was spitting absolute bullshit and guilty that she can’t be fully there for them

She also feels like a failure of a wife and mother in general for not being able to find Jack and leaving behind Sophie

Charles kinda acts like the fun uncle to Rocket and often ropes them into his shenanigans

Everyone feels guilt about something in some way. Susan and Rosemary regret building and designing the animatronics respectively. Charles feels guilty about not finding Susan sooner. Rocket feels guilty because they feel like they’re deaths led to all this bloodshed

Now granted, Susan and Rosemary both know that neither of them could have possibly predicted any of this and Susan has assured Charles multiple times over that he wouldn’t have been able to do much for her anyways. Rocket though…

Susan is the most casual about her death and is very gallows humor about it. Rocket just kinda shrug and say, “haha yeah that sucked, anyways-“. (RETCONNED) Charles desperately tries to change the topic. Rosemary breaks down.

BSI employees who get assigned to stay at the K-9 facility complain a lot because not only is it dark, cold, and kinda creepy, but it’s boring. This and the fact it’s used to store everything from the original Bon’s Burgers, it’s jokingly referred to as The Graveyard Shift

I imagine Rocket overhears this one day and tells the others. Everyone kinda laughs at how unintentionally accurate that title is

Edd and Molly like to make fun of Bon a lot for a variety of things, but especially him not instantly killing his victims so they don’t scream (Geez, you’d think for someone who’s killed a bunch of people, you’d be better at it by now!)

This REALLY gets under Bon’s skin because he doesn’t understand why these children don’t fear him. The only reason he doesn’t retaliate though is because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked

Everyone else has differing reactions to Bon. Susan thinks he’s annoying as hell and isn’t afraid to let him know it, Charles is extremely unnerved by him, and Rosemary has a panic attack at the merest glimpse of him

Ashley is still a mess and everyone feels very sorry for her. They welcomed her into the fold right away and she usually hangs out with Rosemary, since they’re both extremely depressed

Ashley, Kevin, and Hilary completely covered one of the walls in drawings of penises while they were there. It’s one of the few things that can cheer Ashley up and she goes there if she’s feeling particularly nostalgic

Rosemary has banned Rocket from going near said wall and I imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rosemary: Edd, Molly, I don’t want to you to go near that wall anymore!

Edd: But moooom-

Rosemary: Don’t ‘but mom’ me! I don’t want you looking at such obscenities-

Molly: But mom, we would’ve already had the birds and the bees talk if we were still alive!

Rosemary: … *pauses for a moment, before slumping over and violently sobbing*

Edd: … Oh good going, Molly, you made mom cry!

Molly: Well it’s not my fault! I didn’t know she was gonna cry about that-

Edd: She cries about EVERYTHING, Molls. What did you THINK was going to happen?!

*They dissolve into unintelligible bickering as Rosemary continues to have a breakdown*

[irishmammonagenda]

Asmodeus x Witch!Reader

sorry this was late gng i needed to get in a halloweeny mood, also idk how to write asmo.

dividers by @/fisshbones (gng i love divider people on tumblr theyre so fun)

Headcannons

bro 100% makes a pact with you.

he prolly puts his pact mark either around your collarbone or somewhere else around your neck.

be prepared to hang out with solomon

he will show you off like you're the demon in the pact.

gossip sessions <3

one time he cursed your coven bc they didnt recognise him :(, you had to get him to stop with the pettiness.

will design clothes for you.

You shiver. It was a dumb dare from one of your coven friends, and you were really starting to regret accepting.

The old stone room was dark and damp. A draught from the barely boarded up window seaped into your bones, bringing the cold with it.

The pink candles you had lit around the stone floor flickered softly, providing you with your only light source as you grip the chalk tightly.

A warm, nervous sweat coats the back of your neck and the palms of your hands as you draw out complicated sigils; every so often you glance at the textbook you had stolen borrowed from an ivory haired man with far too much pact marks at the Sorcerer’s Society.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you eventually finish the sigils and the summoning circle.

This was it.

Once you started chanting, there was no going back. You knew that, and so, taking a deep breath, adjusting your pointed ceremonial hat so it sat right on your head, and stealing your nerves; you began to read the Latin enchantments from your stolen spellbook.

You passed the Rubicon.

The stony ground began to shake, pink candles danced panickedly, their tempo ever increasing until finally being snuffed out. A strong gush of wind crashed around the edges of the summoning circle as the sigils began to glow a harsh pink.

In a frenzied haze you grabbed onto the window sill, uncaring of your hat that'd blown off your head. You tried to keep your balance.

Squinting your eyes to allow yourself some semblance of vision, you saw a silhouette materialise in the middle of the circle. The eye of the storm.

You shut your eyes in terror, wondering if it was too late to turn to God, and pray it all away.

You were so caught up in the storm of thoughts swirling around your brain that you hadn't noticed the miniature hurricane die down, or the handsome man that stood in the middle of the summoning circle, holding onto your hat with apparent interest.

“Hm.” The entity says to himself, running a delicate finger along the seams of your hat. “Interesting choice of stitching…”

You whimper in fear, his lips curl up, a playful glint in his eye. You take a deep breath, and sigh softly, silently begging your voice not to escape you.

"Lord Asmodeus....Avatar of Lust....I summon thee today to-"

A manicured hand is placed against you lip as Asmodeus inspects you, a flawless brow arched. "What glamour spells are you using?" He hums.

You blank.

"N-none sir..."

"Sir?~" He giggles, "I'm not that old....." He sighs semi-dramtacially, semi-playfully before blinking at you owlishly. "You're serious? No glamour spells? Well aren't you just gorgeous.!~"

You blush, he grins devilishly.

"Y'know....I already have a pact with a handsome sorcerer....I wouldn't mind collecting a pretty witch....." Amber eyes glisten playfully as you splutter.

[months later.]

You squirm as poised hands hold you in place at the vanity, scrunching up your nose like a bunny as you're attacked with a beauty blender. The only demon you'd ever had a pact with was currently beating your face up with a sponge to blend concealor.

He talks excitedly about sparkly eyeshadow as you meet Solomon's eyes and silently ask for help. The ivory-haired man just grins at you, sitting back on the bed and watching as you're attacked on the bed.

Asmo hums softly. "I'm thinking that silver and pink would reallyy make your eyes pop....Oh! and lipgloss! But you can share mine...."

He puckers up. Your face burns up.

Best horrible summoning gone wrong you've ever done.

[jacscorner]

The Reboot of Sharkboy & Lavagirl

So, who here remembers The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

...Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot of people. This movie came on almost every other week on Disney Channel some moons ago.

I loved the movie as a kid. While it hasn't aged the best, it still holds a very special place in my cold heart. One thing always lingered in the back of my mind: why isn't this a cartoon? Biased on my half, but I feel animation is better for trying to show an alien world, completely unlike anything we have on Earth. Because live action movies like this, as impressive as they may, will always be limited by budget and the effects of today - or, in this case, yesteryear. And if they're bad, they can really ruin the immersion. SB&LG are no different from this; as impressive as they were for the time, it was purely for the innate spectacle and not necessarily because they were good.

But, this movie still has a place in my heart, so let's push those critical thoughts aside. Cause i really wanna get into my thoughts on a Sharkboy and Lavagirl reboot.

SB & LG Designs

Since these are supposed to be characters dreamed up by a kid, I intentionally made their designs simplified. Cause while I can draw their suits NOW, I certainly couldn't when I was a kid watching that movie. Which, like, I hate how superheroes when made in live action have the most over the top and complicated uniforms to draw. It's such a high bar for fanart and it makes them un-fun to draw. If Japanese shows can make cool heroes that are manageable to draw, then so should we in the west!

For Sharkboy, I gave a wet suit and some clothes on top, to sort of give a pulp-y feel to his suit. I also gave him a pair of oxygen tanks; since Sharkboy apparently can't breathe underwater, but hold his breath for a long time, I thought it'd make sense for him to have something for those deep DEEP dives, or maybe he could give them to someone drowning who'd need it more.

Meanwhile, I wanted Lavagirl to look more like a classic superhero in terms of design. I do regret a little bit not making her suit more pink and instead red, but I don't hate it. I never like it when elemental heroes have suits that's just their element slapped onto them. Makes me feel it's just their body, and that's a strange school of thought to have.

How The Reboot Would Work

I'd imagine this show would be the 22-24 minute format. The show would begin with a segment of Max in the real world. We'd have a short scene that shows Max in live action and something, good or bad, happen to him. Then, the camera would fall onto Max's dream journal, with the book flipping open and pages furling. We then transition to Planet Drool, with the episode title flashing on screen and the cartoon segment takes over.

I think this would better show the distinction between the real world, Max's world, and the dream world - specifically, Planet Drool. Since Max is basically the God of this world, his emotional state and feelings effect Planet Drool. When he's sad, it's cloud and gloomy. When happy, the birds are singing and flowers are blooming.

Naturally, the various friends and allies Sharkboy & Lavagirl run into on Planet Drool are inspired by the people Max meets. Bullies and jerks in the real world play the role of villains on Planet Drool and their punishments in the real world and comeuppance in the dream world correlate. On the reverse, Max's friends are allies for Sharkboy & Lavagirl, and brief flashes of Max maintaining or straining their friendship will reflect on SB & LG and their relationships.

For example: an episode could start with Max in bed; he's got a Summer Cold and is sick. His mother brought him a bowl of sick and told him to stay in bed and rest, and to remember to take his medicine. She then leaves the room as Max just lies down in bed. 

And then the dream journal flips open and the pages furl and we zoom in on Planet Zoom and it's a frozen wasteland. Blizzards are blowing, the waters are freezing. Even Lavagirl is shivering as she sits on the beach, waiting for Sharkboy, who breaks out of the ice. It's too cold for even his shark friends to come out and they think they need to do something to warm the planet before another ice age hits them.

Probably needs a few drafts, but you get the point.

Sharkboy - Deep Sea Mystery

Sharkboy, real name Finn Mako (cause this is Sharkboy and Lavagirl, subtlety does not exist) was found in a small cave along the coast of Sharktooth Bay. He was found at around age 5 by Dr. Marlon Mako; clearly human, but obviously mutated, with shark-like teeth, sharpened claws, pointed ears, and superhuman senses - not to mention that he saw the boy talking to the Sharks that inhabited the cave. Dr. Mako adopted the boy and built his lab in that cave, where he studies marine life and also builds various technologies for the benefits of Planet Drool. Sharkboy grew up with his new adopted father, never too far from his shark friends. Dr. Mako still doesn't fully understand why Sharkboy mutated like this and is searching for the origin of his odd superhuman abilities and where he came from. Sharkboy does not care; he's happy to have his father, and his Shark Friends.

Sharkboy mostly has all the same abilities he had in the original movie; enhanced physical capabilities, underwater adaptability - for the most part, shark-like teeth, and a super capable swimmer. Sharkboy is also super smart and supplies the team with the various tech and gadgets they use throughout the show - all usually shark themed, cause of course they are. Of course, just because he's smart doesn't mean he's passive or a thinker. His first solution is still primarily to smash it - he's a cocky hothead. It was his father's idea for him to carry that oxygen tank in case of emergencies and if not for the fact he loves his dad and doesn't want him to worry, he'd never bring it with him.

And just like in the movie, Sharkboy can be overstimulated and go into a frenzy where he's stronger, faster, but more feral and less cognitive. This can be good AND bad since he's rarely in control of himself. Sharkboy also has a strong distaste for most human food - whether he can or can't eat it, I don't know, but but he at the very least won't eat most sweets willingly.

Lavagirl - Princess of Heat

Lavagirl, real name Pyrrha Redsword is the daughter of the Lava Lord, Ignis Redsword. Lavagirl hails from the largest volcano on Planet Drool, found at the equator of the planet: Mt. Habanero. We'll get into it later, but yes, Lavagirl is the youngest daughter of this Lave Lord, who controls the thermal heating of Planet Drool. A sheltered princess most her life, Lavagirl grew up listening to stories of Planet Drool's heroes. But that many of them were gone now, apparently having been lost after a 'Great War' - which, in the real world, would be Max losing his grandfather, who would be introduced into the story and would have been the one helping him build Tobor (wink wink).

Inspired by these stories, Lavagirl would make her own suit and decide to become a superhero and would leave her volcano home in search of adventure. She's eager to be a superhero and tries to do things 'by the book' and try to do her best to help people. She holds the majority of the team's emotional intelligence, being more socially capable than Sharkboy - though sometimes, a bit too formal. And at times, maybe a little too naive, as her eagerness to help and her lack of experience with people leads to her being taken advantage of.

Like Sharkboy, Lavagirl's powers are the same as they were in the movie. She can manipulate lava and magma, spew it from her hands, and her hair can light up in flames. She can also melt into lava and reform at will. These are all natural abilities of the inhabitants of her volcano home; in this reboot, Lavagirl knows exactly what she is: a Geofolk, or Geoperson. They all can live in extreme heat and have naturally hot to the touch bodies, as well as hair that can light up with fire as a tie to her emotions. They can eat lava rocks, but they can also eat normal food without issue. Lavagirl has older siblings in this reboot; two older sisters and an older brother, though they're not important right now...

Planet Drool

Planet Drool is a reflection of Earth through the warped and twisted lens of a child - one who has a love of superheroes, robots, and escapes to his fantasies while his planets are having marriage problems and he has to deal with homework, bullies, and the world being big and scary. The two planets, Drool and Earth, have no relation to each other outside of Max; SB & LG do not know of Max's existence, though Max is referenced in a religious sense, as a 'Dreamer'; someone with the power to make thoughts into matter, who can create anything, but also destroy it in an instant. Anyone on Earth can be a Dreamer - in fact, maybe we'll explore the 'Dreams' of others, as they may influence Planet Drool.

For now, though, let's focus.

The natural world of Planet Drool is ruled by a respective Elemental Lord - a King, Queen, or something. Lavagirl's father is the Lava Lord and control's the planet's natural heating. The Ice Princess - yes, she is in this reboot - controls the cooling of the planet and is acting in palce of her missing father, the Ice King. Mr. Electric is the (former) planetary electrician, so on and so forth.

Planet Drool once had lots of heroes acting as its guardian, but after The Great War, many of them had either perished or retired. One of them, the Mighty Tobor, is left as a rusting giant robot in the Dream Graveyard, where all of Max's discarded dreams end up - in context of Planet Drool, it's a massive junkyard of broken machines or magical artifacts that don't work. There, Tobor lies, still technically functional, but seemingly beyond repair, a relic of the Era of Heroes that protected Planet Drool and acts as SB & LG's mentor.

As a planet made up of the dreams of a kid, Planet Drool has various locations that don't make sense. The Land of Milk & Cookies, where deserts are made to appease giants, swamps where the sun never seem to shine and is home to frog-like dragons, desert landscapes where the sand is like water and you need to sail it by ship; the planet's landscape is in constant flux. It twists and turns at the discretion of the planet's Dreamer (AKA, Max and his slowly growing collection of friends). The most important thing about Planet Drool is that it's a mismatch of different ideas that might not really work or go together, but that's kind of the point. Cause it's a dream and dreams don't always make sense.

[yuraimi-lee-bunny]

Red Crackle Week 2024

Day 2: Holiday

Dia de Muertos was the first holiday that crossed my mind and I accepted it. I couldn't have a clear idea of the composition of how to draw it, so I don't have any sketch to show (I will most likely have such an illustration ready until November 1st), despite this, I wanted to make headcanons of how Gray and Carmen celebrated their first Día de Muertos together. So here we go!

After Carmen's first time she made a small offering for her father, she wanted to know more about the tradition to also be closer to her Mexican roots.

With the information that he learned and the experiences that his mother told him, he liked this tradition more.

Once she reconnected with Gray, eventually starting a relationship, Carmen tells him about the Día de Muertos. Gray had some doubts about celebrating it since he doesn't have or know a deceased relative to make an offering to. Despite this, Carmen encouraged him to help him with the offering to her father.

Gray became so nervous about what to do and even what to cook to properly honor Carmen's father. She couldn't help but laugh, and later talk to him, reminding him that it's about spending time and talking with the deceased in peace. He can even not say anything, with his presence, respect for his and what he offers his is enough.

Carmen explained to Gray what each element of the offering symbolizes: The cempasúchil (Marigold), the candles, the Pan de Muerto, the papel picado, among other elements.

Gray loved the Pan de Muerto, neither too sweet nor too incipient. He asked Carmen if they could make their own Pan de Muerto.

Carmen accepted, regretting a little in the process because of how complicated it was being to prepare. In the end, it turned out well. Making 5 more pieces.

Gray also liked the custom of wearing skull makeup. So Carmen painted Gray as herself with designs she created herself.

The Day arrived, November 1: at night, both of them stayed for a while in front of the altar, each one talking to Dexter.

Carmen told her father how much she would like to have met him, meanwhile, she also told him to trust Gray. That she even sometimes thought about how Gray reminded her a little of him.

Gray greeted him, promised to take care of his daughter, assuring him that he loves her.

Gray isn't usually superstitious. However, for this occasion, he asked Dexter if he could give him his blessing to be with Carmen. That he would give him some kind of sign.

The next day, Gray and Carmen found cempasúchil petals surrounding a photo of the two of them together. Carmen was surprised, not understanding what it meant, on the other hand, Gray was moved and grateful for the answer.

Eventually, it became a custom among them to celebrate each Day of the Dead among friends and family. The altar was filled with more photos, and not just of Dexter.

And that's all! I hope you liked it!

[missheavenfield1215]

Princess Tutu x Arcane.

I've been sketching since I saw the end of Arcane, and it was impossible not to think about them.

At first I imagined it as a costume

And then I saw a fanart of @virtualsoup and I remembered that I had to release this:

Ahiru / Jinx

And I thought maybe this Ahiru has feather tattoos instead of smoke... Why?? I don't really know, I wanted to do it as an AU but in Princess Tutu there aren't enough characters

Ahiru is Jinx and I know I have a LOT of mistakes in anatomy but I swear it wasn't intentional.

And yes.... Silco would be Drosselmeyer, because Caron is more of a father to Fakir than his own ancestor and the Raven is out of the question, as his relationship with Rue is very similar to Mel's with Ambessa.

And for the design of Drosselmeyer as a silco I based myself on a sketch I did a couple of days ago and it was like a representation of what Drosselmeyer looked like when he was young.

This design is based on the idea that Drosselmeyer looks a bit like Fakir. But on the official website it has been said that Fakir is German on his father's side since his mother looks a lot like Raetsel and she was also a foreign dancer. So the resemblance between the two is only the hair (and maybe a few personality traits but that's all).

The most complicated to draw was

Fakir as Ekko.

Fakir already looks like a mess youngster, his hair is long and unkempt because he already had much bigger problems than worrying about his appearance. So I thought, what cut would Fakir have if he was in Ekko's place?

Simple

He would cut his hair.

Here is also an example, I wanted to use the mask that Fakir wears in the episode 8 But I remembered that that mask has no detail... So I left the same mask as Ekko.

I also noticed that Ekko has hourglass paint and the only thing I could think of was the scar that Fakir had on his chest and I put it on his face (I know it looks horrible, but I didn't notice it until I was done 🥺)

And I wanted to add a couple of braids made by Ahiru while he has a lollipop (a gift from Ahiru, too)

And here's a little extra:

There are many more details and I promise to clean up this sketch but this basically is a

Fakiru x TimeBomb

GOD, I'M STARTING TO LOVE THIS DYNAMIC BETWEEN THESE TWO WITH THE ROLES OF JINX AND EKKO ❤️❤️❤️🥰✨✨

You know, Ahiru is less shy and Fakir wants to resist the fact that she arouses feelings much stronger than hate...

I also regret not having painted them or being able to show them that Ahuru's bombs would be little Ducklings, but at least I got this out of my system!! ❤️✨

I hope you liked it, bye 😘💋

[ask-indigo-park-swapped]

can you go into detail about the process of making the current au designs? i mean like.. how u came up with them and perhaps any functional purposes they have?

<hmm,, im going to assume you mean specifically the indigo park characters, and since you said current i wont mention the designs i used in that one post where mollie talked about how she met the others> <explainations under the cut as im breaking kayfabe in a major way>

<here were my general thought processes while drawing indigo swapped character designs>

General Goal: turn mascot horror designs into fantasy rpg designs. keep in mind their roles/jobs but purely practical clothes are not the goal. remember to check wiki for canon designs. keep in mind there were a great many sketches experimenting with designs and concepts before the final designs you see today.

[Mollie] : added a pocket to her coat and pants because explorers need places to hold stuff, added a belt because it looked weird without. the scarf is a good way to identify character, ill keep it. originally discarded the hat but after initial sketches made her look weird, added it back but based it off indiana jones rather than the standard aviation hat. she needs something for protection in the wilds, give her a whip. whips are hard to draw actually, give her something else - hey didnt gravity falls have a grappling gun? that was cool i should give it to her. et viola! mollie design. her design naturally adjusted as i kept drawing her to make it easier for myself. first colourless sketch looked weird, i figured it was because she didnt have her markings and it looked fine when i added it back in so thats why her beak and markings show up in my quick sketch style.

[Rambley] : rambley already has a trainworker design, should i just use that? after designing the others, it was weird that rambley didnt have clothes so i looked up train worker clothes on google and chose one that fit the aesthetics of the world (more suitlike ones seemed weird standing next to mollie and lloyd). originally had a whistle, ended up deleting that because it was just extra lines to draw. misremembered colour, rambley ended up more purple than canon. misremembered tail, its zigzag now because i swore rambleys tail was zigzag in canon but apparently not. his shirt looked weird without stripes so i added it in while colouring. et viola! rambley. initial colourless sketch was weird, figured it had to do with his lack of raccoon markings, so i added it back in and it was fine. honestly he was the one i changed the least from canon and while drawing over and over since his design was already pretty simple, and overalls plus striped shirt isnt as complicated as everyone elses outfit.

[Lloyd] : HEAVY inspiration from steve irwin and similar characters - savannah rangers and such. got sidetracked drawing extremely horny drawings cause its been ages since i drew a properly muscular, bara style guy - made his shirt loose with a knot in the front because i still wasnt over the thrist. gave him the same pants as mollie by mistake because my solution to adventuring gear is to add pockets everywhere. originally had like, a bunch of other props like a whistle, flashlight, gloves, and arm guards. ended up deleting all of that because i felt like it cluttered his design. multiple sketches while staring at the wiki because i Could Not Get His Mane Right. design adjusted as i kept drawing him to aim for simplicity and ease of drawing. et viola - lloyd! while colouring i accidentally gave him a very red nose and didnt realise how much it looked like rudolph the red nosed reindeer until i took a nap so if i ever redraw the banner art (unlikely) thats going away.

[Salem] : gender gender gender. look at canon lloyds fit how do we make it gender. that shoulderless outfit i gave ambrosia (oc) is very gender lets give it to salem. actually i dont wanna draw ruffles lets shorten the sleeves. gave her a skirt with ruffles and immediately regretted it lets just make it a regular,, maybe silk? dress. oo showmans vest plus bowtie plus shoulderless sleeves plus skirt is very gender how do we increase the gender levels. i genuinely forgot that salem didnt have eyeshadow in canon i just wanted to increase their cuntyness and gender levels. lengthen the hair a bit but also give her a beard-esque thing and square jaw shape yesss thats so gender. multiple drawings have closed that skirt slit in the banner drawing. also for ease of drawing i decided that no matter which way theyre facing her hair always hides an eye. is this practical at all for adventuring? no but they were always meant to be more of a shopkeeper or narrator so whatever. i love salem man theyre so gender (<- made her gender on purpose)

[Finley] : for lore reasons he is now a gigantic seaserpent thing. tried to combine both canon designs while leaning more towards monster. also gave him horns to be more monsterlike but he honestly ended up looking kind of goatlike. i didnt change his design much in the end but that may change once i start drawing him more

[thydonutart]

omg i completely forgot about this i am SO SORRY. I hope you're still hanging around Anon :') Putting this in a post instead because it gets a lil long and rambly. TLDR: Heimdall accepts the mercy Kratos offers the first time, has a shaky truce with Kratos + gang because he foresees Ragnarok happening per the game if he dies during this fight. Ragnarok happens anyway, Heimdall is *pissed* off, ends his alliance with them and goes on a spiraling journey to confront his past mistakes and find some semblance of peace. Without giving too much away, it's a lot of character study on depression and recovery of a very complicated person who has lost everything, etc... A more lengthy summary + extra notes below the cut!

When Heimdall stood face to face with Kratos; he saw not a man, nor a god, but his own demise. He knew that if he were to fall here, then everything he cared about would be destroyed; Asgard, his home, his family. Everything he had been trying to protect, that was his duty to protect - gone. So when Kratos offers him mercy - he takes it. Heimdall swallows his pride, and turns his back on the All-Father for the first time in his life. He goes with Kratos instead, offering his aid in hopes of preventing the needless destruction of Asgard. And as he spends time in Sindri’s treehouse, learning more about his new allies, Heimdall finds himself stuck in a limbo between who he is and who he wants to be. However, when his efforts to prevent Ragnarok are thwarted again and again - tensions run high. And the hesitant trust between them quickly grows brittle as his ‘allies’ charge headfirst into Ragnarok, and the destruction of his home. The short-lived truce comes to a bitter end, and he is unable to do anything but sit and watch as Ragnarok lays ruin to Asgard. Heimdall embarks on a journey to amend the mistakes of his past, and in doing so, is forced to face demons he is unable to run from any longer. And as he recovers what has been lost of his family, and himself, he must battle the regret that threatens to consume him. We will delve a lot into Heidi's past, including how he came into existence from Odin and the Nine Mothers - how he was an innocent, well meaning kid with a spectacular gift, raised lovingly during his childhood largely by Tyr and his wife Jules (who is the love of my life, @sleepingmire's OC - i drew some art of them before! - how that relationship is tarnished over time as they lose Odin's favor and are labelled traitors and locked away), and then growing into an adult as Odin's lackey as he starts to make terrible morally wrong decisions that shape him into the character we know from the game. I have sooo many more notes on this but to be honest I am not a writer and don't know if I'll ever write an actual fic based on this as it's quite a long story too? I do want to at least draw some designs out for post-Ragnarok Heimdall, some scenes, etc... for the time being! :) I really have to give so much thanks to sleepingmire for listening to all of my rambles and giving me so many more amazing ideas for the story esp letting me include the lovely Jules in this - would love to share more of it because there's so much good stuff in there!

[lex-n-weegie]

wake me up, bring me to life, and how to be a heartbreaker for any of your fnaf s/is!

I'ma do them both 👁️👁️ (ik I used to have three but the third was a concept I didn't like anymore so cjskxnsk). Evelyn will be purple and Hazel will be red!

WAKE ME UP :: If someone had to befriend your s/i, what’s the one thing they could do and/or say to immediately get on their good side?

Just talk about how much you love the Freddy and the gang's characters and you'll already have her interest. Even more so if you talk about their personalities and treat them like actual people, automatic win! Also music boxes, they're obsessed with em.

Honestly? As sad as it is, just be nice to her. Hazel often gets the short end of the stick, not being a Glamrock and all, so any amount of genuine kindness and they'll great you by name if you ever come by the Painting Palace. Maybe even a special drawing will be waiting for you!

BRING ME TO LIFE :: What’s the one thing that your s/i deeply regrets more than anything else? Was it something they did? Or was it something they didn’t do?

Ouuughhh... it's a complicated question for Evelyn. There's a lot of things that she wished didn't happen, but if they didn't happen she wouldn't be where she was today with her loved ones. If she never died, she probably would've been too old to go to the Pizzaplex. If she never possessed the Marionette along with Charlotte, she probably wouldn't have later gotten the ability to disguise herself as a human. If she tried to have prevented [REDACTED] from his fate, he wouldn't have become robotic and been able to live long enough to meet them in the present day (A lot of lore with her I haven't talked about, whoopsies). Everything is bittersweet.

Well, technically she did do it later, but her biggest regret is not standing up for herself sooner when they were just known as "bear," and also later finding and rebuilding Glamrock Bonnie(Something I wanted to keep a surprise tbh, but when am I ever going to write about it to reveal it lmao). They always feel like they should have done it sooner, that they could have found him sooner because they literally helped build the building and all of its rooms. She could have done it sooner, she knows it. So much time was lost...

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER :: Do you have any ideas for your s/i that you ended up scrapping? If so, say what they were. And why were they scrapped?

Yes actually! Originally Evelyn was going to be a rival to Vanessa/Vanny, instead of following a glitchy murder mimic they would have been following...something. Never could figure that part out. She was going to wear a Marionette mask and have a knife of her own, a weird fucked up anti hero. Killing the killers to bring balance to the word or something like that. I ended up thinking about the current stuff with her and stuck with that instead.

Nothing with Hazel's original idea, despite the fact that later I changed her arm sleeve things to match her leggings and gave her an earring. But later on I did consider changing her hair! I'm white as all hell, so all my s/is are intended to be white, even the furries. And while white people can have afro hair, hell I based their design off of Bob Ross, I worried that I would somehow give the wrong impression about my race with it. I doodled a concept with spikey-er, almost mohawk like hair that still covered both eyes, but after showing it to my friends and having them choose the majority liked the afro most.

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Miko - gala dress version

So, this is the effect of me not being able to dress up for new year's eve 😂 no seriously, I started messing around and indulging in the stupidest things while recuperating from the flu, instead of actually finishing the WIP's I have. But I regret nothing  💁‍♀️ This painting-like thing is also still rough, but I want to get faster, and work out the right things, instead of just detailing everything. (sorry, I have zero style consistency 😢 ) So I'm quite nervous about it ehehehe...

And yes, as every good (*ahem*) fanfic goes, there's a ballroom scene and A DRESS. A dress and a scenario that have been laying around since 2020 (check under the break to see the first crappy sketch design I made of it) so I decided to go back to my roots and sketch a stupid little scene (I'm still rusty - ignore anatomy). It's not even special, but I like to see the ruthless world destroying weasel villain BLUSH. That's it. Make him BLUSH.

(click the sketches to enlarge so it's actually readable 😉)

Oh, yeah, that other FO individual is the sergeant who is Kiffar but doesn't know it - and also partner in crime of Miko during arc 4 and 5. He's been around in my stories on IG in the past, in his FO trooper attire. As every lower FO officer, he only has a number, but Miko will give him a name - I just don't know which one yet, so suggestions are always welcome! Some background: sarge wanted to usurp power in the FO base bc reasons, overthrow Hux, but he befriended Miko while not knowing she's a double spy. Or triple spy, it's kind of complicated at this point. Fact is that she's actually a Utafour, so pulling off that look was the easy part of the mission. The mission itself... well, it involves a Falleen, a jealous ginger, a dancehall, a hotel room, (aggressive) negotiations and fire. Business as usual 🤷‍♀️

Details, silly drawing and old sketch under the break!