#I wanted to do an illustration to go with them but eh

[vulcanautus]

original dragon sprite edit

[spotsupstuff]

(hii Spot been awhile) Something I think that's interesting about the observation about how Slugcats are getting so much attention nowadays is that its almost a 180 from how things were in the pre-downpour days, iirc.

Though I am glad we're getting an AU like yours it's so interesting compared to the usual

Im eating with a fork

Yeah, the fandom was not particularly strong back then, but I think there was more Iterator content. My suspicion as to why slugcats are so much more popular now is because the general "cat appeal"*. Downpour brought in wider audience which mostly consists of people that go wild over cat videos on the internet.

Not my intention to throw shade on it, because after all what does my opinion matter to anyone, but I find the whole "cuteness cult" of the internet annoying and, when applied to Rain World, frustrating. There's a whole silent worldbuilding in basically every screen of the game and the only thing that people seem to take away post-DP is "cute sluggy go wooo :3 the Ancients were such cultist pricks Dx". Which like alright, but expand a little on the latter please? Try? There is So much fun to it when one moves past the "religion only BAD" mindset.

DP also I think didn't care much about the Ancients and the culture they left behind (and therefore the root of Iterators). "But there's Saint!" Saint is almost everything new that wasn't heard of before, can be taken as another fact of monstroid mad religion and, of course, it Has to be wrapped in a fluffy cat package. The undergrowth Echo also feels like a spit in the face to the lore/religion than an addition, to me. My *guess* would be the original intention was showing an individual who failed to ascend because of the Fifth Hindrance but it doesn't *feel* like it. If that was the intention, I think the author didn't understand why a desire to live/survive could ever, in any form, be bad

It's interesting as well in the sense that when there was only Survivor, maybe up to Hunter- the slugcats felt like a vehicle that brings the player to the story. The player saw the world through their eyes and got to experience the world's rules, abiding them- the original campaigns were still subject to the lore/religion of the world.

DP made the slugcats characters, the main focus, in some cases a rebelion against the lore/religion (forever beef against new route for Survivor and Monk). So people had an easier time latching onto them.

That is my theory at least. Fact is also when I first watched RW I almost didn't get into it as a creator because I felt like I had nowhere to hook to and work with. Characters are great anchor points for people to latch on to and then work with/through, so it's not like I blame the fandom for quite literally getting slug infested. It's natural and logical and I'm well aware of it as someone who's trying to be a writer. Still frustrating.

Either way, at least there's a vacuum for me to fill with something I'm actively actually passionate about. It's kind of a sweet bonus that people are somewhat interested, too.

[seumyo]

you asked and i shall deliver!!!. never seen you before but whatever ehe

a bit cliche, but do a vtuber reader x idia. I've been obsessed with this concept for whatever reason but I am way too lazy to write about it!!

if you want to you can do other characters ofc, but I just need a vtuber reader lololol

- 🌼 (idk i just like this emoji)

IDIA SHROUD ✰ FANBOY.EXE

NOTE. I love this prompt now (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ I might make another post with another version—maybe a more in-depth headcanons of fanboy!idia and vtuber!reader; just really wanted Idia to be reader’s VTuber model artist in this one !!

It all started with the artist behind your VTuber model. You didn’t know him. Well, you did—technically. His username was Thanatos, a well-known but highly elusive illustrator and Live2D animator who had a reputation for only taking on projects he found personally interesting.

It had been pure luck that he accepted your request in the first place.

You had sent him a formal commission request with a concept sheet, expecting radio silence or maybe a polite rejection. Instead, you got a response within the same day.

Accepting the commission. No revisions after initial sketch.

It had been brief, almost cold, but that was fine. He was an artist in high demand, and you weren’t about to risk annoying him. True to his word, he worked quickly. Within a week, you had a breathtaking, fully rigged VTuber model that moved like an absolute dream. The expressions, the fluidity of motion—everything was perfect.

You were overjoyed. You followed it with a generous tip immediately and sent a long thank-you message.

Thank you so much!! It’s even better than I imagined! You’re amazing!!

No response. Not that you expected one. Thanatos had already moved on, and you should too.

-

Idia knew about your actual debut a month later.

He had no reason to be watching. None. He had no attachment to this commission—it was just another job. But the moment you went live, his fingers were captivated toward the keyboard before he even realized what he was doing.

You were streaming.

With the model he made.

Using the animations he painstakingly rigged for months.

…It wouldn’t hurt to check, right? Just a little? For quality control.

His screen was already open before he finished that thought.

At first, he convinced himself it was a professional curiosity. He was just making sure his work functioned properly in a real-time setting. But then he heard your voice.

“Hello, hello! How is everyone doing today?”

You had a warm, welcoming voice that filled the empty space of his room like a summer breeze through an open window. You weren’t overly polished or exaggerated—you just seemed genuinely happy to be here.

And the way you moved—

He hadn’t noticed before, when you two were going through some test runs via call, but you had an adorable habit of tilting your head slightly whenever you were thinking and how you bounced subtly in your seat whenever you got excited. These were all movements he had programmed, but seeing them now, paired with your real-time reactions, it felt… like something else.

Something that will haunt him very soon.

His chest felt tight. He didn’t like that feeling.

He minimized the tab.

He closed it entirely.

…Then reopened it in an incognito window.

Not because he cared. Obviously. It was just research.

Right.

At least, that was what he told himself. Until the next stream. And the next. And then, before he knew it, he was a regular viewer.

Not publicly, of course. No, he lurked in the chat like a ghost, watching you without making his presence known. Every laugh, every excited gasp, every soft, murmured “thank you” to your viewers kept him hooked in place. It wasn’t just your voice—it was the way you carried yourself. You were unguarded, genuine.

It’s rare for him to see that nowadays.

He started to recognize the regulars in chat. A user named StarGazer89 who always sent supportive messages. MuffinMan, who donated too much and made you flustered every time. VoidPrince, who constantly made inside jokes that you played along with.

Idia was none of these people.

His username? User492015.

Generic. Disposable. Untraceable.

Not that you’d ever notice him. Which was exactly how he wanted it.

Probably.

But then something happened.

One night, during a casual chatting stream, you leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hands as your model mirrored the motion. “Ahh, I really lucked out with my artist,” you mused, your voice warm with gratitude. “Thanatos, if you’re out there—thank you again! I still can't believe someone like you took my commission.”

His breath hitched.

His fingers hovered over his keyboard.

He could say something. Just a simple “you’re welcome”—no one would even know it was him. They’d probably think he was delusional.

Instead, he closed the stream.

His heart was beating too fast. It was stupid. He was being stupid.

This was just a job. Just a commission.

So why did he feel like some kind of phantom, watching from the shadows, unable to reach out? Why did he get attached to you?

-

Idia knew he shouldn’t make it a big deal.

That he’s a big deal or that you’re a big deal to him. He doesn’t understand anymore.

As much as he hated dealing with people, he couldn’t deny it—Thanatos was one of the most sought-after VTuber artists in the industry. Everyone wanted a model from him, from corporate VTubers to indie up-and-comers hoping for a miracle. His commissions filled up within seconds. His rates were high—stupidly high. And yet, people were more than willing to pay.

He was used to clients freaking out when they got a slot. Used to them gushing, spamming thank-you messages, treating him like some kind of god of Live2D.

You, on the other hand? You had been normal about it, though it was evident how excited you were to work with him.

Oh, thank you for accepting! I’m excited to work with you!

No excessive flattery, no begging for a rushed commission, and no asking for discounts despite his prices being borderline robbery. You had sent over your references, paid upfront, and patiently waited.

Professional. Efficient. A dream client.

So why—why—had he ended up like this?

Why was he sitting in his room, watching your stream every single night like some desperate, diehard fan? Why was he buying your merch, collecting keychains, standees, and even the limited-edition tapestry that sold out in minutes?

Why was he spending more money on you than you had on your model?

Idia groaned, slumping over his desk as your latest stream played on his second monitor.

“This is so bad. So bad. I’m supposed to be a professional. I’m literally a big-name artist—people in the industry respectme. And now I’m sitting here like some pathetic fanboy, throwing my money at her like—“

A notification popped up.

Your donation of ¥75000 has been sent successfully!

Idia froze.

He had done it again.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO—“

He slammed his forehead against the desk, as if that would somehow undo his actions.

Why was he like this?!

He had never donated to streamers before. Ever. But with you, it had started with small amounts—¥1000 here, ¥2000 there. And then it escalated. He had no self-control. He had literally spent more on your streams than you had paid him for your model at this point.

And the worst part? You noticed. Always.

“Oh! Another big donation from ‘GhostKing999’! Thank you so much!”

You didn’t even know GhostKing999 was Thanatos.

Since when did go from User492015 to GhostKing999?

Maybe that should’ve been a warning for him.

You sounded so genuinely happy. Idia felt like he was going to die. He probably should.

Not because he wanted you to notice him, specifically. No way. He wasn’t some creepy, obsessive fan trying to force attention. He just… liked supporting you. Liked seeing you excited when you reached a donation goal. Liked the way you always took the time to thank your chat, no matter how big you got.

But god, he was in so deep.

And then, as if the universe wanted to kill him completely, it happened. Again. A common question that would probably get him to be a millionaire whenever other people asked his former clients.

Someone in chat asked, “Who made your model?”

And just like every other time, you answered without hesitation.

“Thanatos! I was super lucky to get a slot in their commissions! And when I got another slot, I had to go all out and even commission my winter, summer, and formal looks.”

Idia screamed into his pillow.

Why—why—did you always say it like that? Like he was some kind of mythical being you had miraculously summoned into existence? Did you have any idea how much he respected you? How much effort had he put into making your model perfect, even going above and beyond what you paid for?

Maybe he liked your vision for your model.

Maybe he just liked you in general before he knew it.

Maybe he like-liked you the more he thought about it—

Ok, stop, Idia Shroud, think about how weird that sounds. He barely even met you in person.

He peeked back at the screen.

You had that little, thoughtful smile on your face. The one you did when you were about to get all sentimental.

“I know they don’t really talk much, but… yeah. I was really lucky,” you said softly. “Thanatos did an amazing job. I still can’t believe I have this model sometimes. If they’re ever watching—thank you. Seriously. And I wish all other aspiring VTubers manifest their slot in Thanatos’ commissions soon!”

Idia short-circuited.

His chair nearly tipped over as he wheezed, trying to process the fact that his client—his former client—his CRUSH was sitting there, thanking him in front of thousands of people, completely unaware that he was watching.

That he was always watching.

That he was your biggest fan now.

“Oh my god, I need to log off. I need to uninstall the internet. I need to throw my entire PC out the window—“

His phone buzzed.

Another donation confirmation.

¥100000

From him.

To you.

Well, most of the earnings he got from commission were certainly going somewhere.

He screamed again.

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

(TW: Sex)

My dear lgbt+ kids,

A topic that has been requested a few times lately is sexual fantasies (in a Sex Ed basics, „things you may be confused about if you’re young and/or don’t really have anyone to ask about this stuff“ kind of context) - and I think a lot of those basics can really be summarized in one sentence:

Sexual fantasies are not always real.

That may actually just be the biggest thing to understand when it comes to sexual fantasies: they do not always represent reality. There’s not always a real desire or even any meaning behind them at all. And that’s okay. That’s normal!

Let’s go into some detail here:

In real life, it could lead to real bad situations if you pursued someone who is straight or married or twice your age… but your celebrity crush may be all of that, and that’s fine. There’s nothing morally wrong or gross or problematic or whatever about that. Because it just doesn’t translate to real life. Yes, celebrities are real human beings, but your brain knows you’ll never actually end up in their bed and so it’s free to mentally explore situations you wouldn’t go for in real life. That’s actually a very common and healthy way to explore your sexuality and learn about yourself! Don’t give yourself a moral panic attack trying to apply real life logic to crushes on celebrities.

Some of your fantasies may not even involve you. This is also famously something that features celebrities (or fictional characters): you may fantasize about them doing things with each other rather than with you. This is, again, a completely normal thing and a healthy way to explore your sexuality! You’re not hurting them. They’re grown-ass adults working in the entertainment industry, they have better things to worry about than you occasionally fantasizing about them smooching their coworkers. It’s not real and it doesn’t affect them.

Some people may feel like the last two points need an obligatory “as long as you don’t harass them over it” addendum… but that goes regardless of whether you have sexual fantasies about them or not. You shouldn’t stalk or harass or threaten celebrities you do not fantasize either. That isn’t something unique to only people who have sexual fantasies. And if we act like it is, if we conflate fantasies with real-life harassment, I don’t think that’s actually about protecting people in the entertainment industry.  Demonizing private thoughts isn’t helping anyone, it’s just feeding into sex-negativity.

Moving on from the topic of celebrity crushes now:

I’ll not name explicit acts here because I do not want to cause the misunderstanding that I’m labeling these specific things as “weird” just because I used them to illustrate my point, but: it’s also pretty common to fantasize about acts you would not really go for in real life. There may be things you find really, really hot in your head but if someone asked you to do them in real life, you’d probably be like “Eh, no thanks”. This isn’t unusual and it neither means you are a sick pervert in your head nor does it mean you are boring in real life. It’s often just as simple as, well, real life coming with things that you can easily exclude from fantasy. Maybe those acts (or locations or dynamics or whatever) would simply feel uncomfortable or awkward or even silly in real life or they come with potential risks you are not willing to take in real life etc. And that’s fine! You don’t need to want to actually live out all your fantasies.

If you ever hear about specific fantasies that other people have that feel really shocking and disturbing to you and kinda make you go “People do that?? But that doesn’t sound like it’s safe or healthy to do” please know that these may very well be things people are in fact not doing. Even those people who are “living out” that specific fantasy may not actually do it. That’s because some things are really just lived out by playing pretend. People just talk about it or they role-play it, and it’s really just a playful exercise of imagination people partake in together.  

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

[thelonelyshore-if]

Please, I need Croft sfw alphabet please

I need to know what has this grump secretly kicking their feet… for completely and totally innocent reasons (what? I would never use this information against them for evil…)

Here you go, Nonnie! Croft's SFW alphabet below the cut <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not super affectionate, especially unprompted. They enjoy cuddling and non-sexual intimacy but rarely seek those things out on their own. They typically show affection by buying you something nice or infodumping c:

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Croft is a great friend if you're looking for someone who is a little mean and a little petty and who wants to just like. Drink wine and talk shit about strangers. But they're not really a warm and fuzzy type of friend. And if someone wanted to be their friend they'd have to be willing to put in the majority of the work on the front end–Croft would literally live in total isolation if left to their own devices.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

They do enjoy cuddling! Though they get overwhelmed when it comes to touch pretty quickly, so they can only spend so long doing it before they need their space. Their favorite ‘cuddling-adjacent’ position is sitting on the couch together with their legs in your lap c:

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

They would like to settle down, yes. They’ve never been all that interested in dating, and especially now they feel too old for it. Note–they aren’t. But they feel like they are. Croft is an excellent cook…but they’re very picky, so they really have to be prodded into making something out of their comfort zone. Their house is very cluttered, also, but it isn’t ever dirty. Just messy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Eh, unfortunately Croft is blunt as hell. They wouldn’t soften the blow–they’d just come right out and say it. Perhaps with bullet points illustrating everything that went wrong. Maybe they’d bring a handwritten letter that really goes into the details. It wouldn’t be a pile-on, note. They’d be just as quick to speak on their own faults. Both parties would walk away feeling miserable.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

There is very little in this world Croft is less interested in than casual sex or dating. They want to settle down, yes. And they’d be willing to propose after a couple years of dating? They do want to be married quite badly, though they don’t want to do it until their parents can attend.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

As mentioned, Croft is pretty blunt. They’re more physically gentle…but that’s more hesitance than it is true softness. Emotionally they tend to keep their distance until they’re sure of a partner…and then they get quite attached. Still not the most gentle, though.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Croft doesn’t really like hugs and, as such, their hugs tend to be as fast as they can humanly make them. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Hmmm. I think it would be a reasonable amount of time? They wouldn’t hesitate to say it like some of the other ROs, but neither would they be quick to say it. A few months into dating, maybe?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

They get decently jealous! They’re staunchly monogamous and also hate basically everyone, which means they can be prone to jealousy. They get icy and distant, keeping their partner at arm’s length, and then typically end up more frustrated with themself, because they can’t figure out why they’re so upset.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It depends on where you are in the relationship. Early on Croft’s kisses are very hesitant, almost scared. Brief, fleeting, longing types of kisses. The longer you’ve been together, though, and the more sure they are of you, the deeper and more heated their kisses get. They’re not picky with where they kiss their partner, but they do love being kissed on the neck/collar bones/shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Terrible! Croft hates kids, fully believes the feeling is mutual, and does their best to stay away from them. They feel super awkward around children–they can never figure out how they’re supposed to talk to them. Do you just treat them like adults? Do you talk down to them? It’s annoying, and kids are loud and rude, and they’re better off avoiding one another.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chances are you’ll wake up and Croft will already be out of bed; their hair up in a messy bun, a cup of coffee sitting next to them on the desk where they’re typing away at their laptop. They write, almost obsessively, and early-morning is a great time to do so. Once they’ve noticed you’re awake, though, they’d propose either going out or working together to make breakfast. And when you have your food they’d want to start talking through both of your plans for the upcoming day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Croft often writes late into the night. Or plays Minecraft, lol. Still, they’re a bit of a night owl–despite their early mornings. They’ll probably have to be dragged into bed. Once in bed together they’ll talk your ear off, more chatty than usual. Trying to talk through where they’re stuck with their novel, or just infodump about something that’s on their mind. They enjoy curling up together and talking until one or both of you falls asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ohhhhh they’re a bit of a mixed bag. There are some things they’re very open about–even some things that they’re weirdly open about–but other things they hold close to their chest. It’ll take a long time for them to tell even a beloved partner some things…though it isn’t always logical. They’re perfectly comfortable talking about some of their traumas, for example, but will freeze up when prompted to talk in detail about their mom. It just depends.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Croft has little patience for foolishness, and they come off as almost constantly irritated. That being said, they don’t often get full-on mad. Usually they’re just frustrated or overwhelmed or annoyed. True anger is unusual.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

They remember everything about you. Except for what they forget. Which is my joking way of saying that it’s pretty touch and go with Croft. If it’s something they find interesting, or something they’re worried you’ll be upset if they forget, chances are they’ll remember forever. Other things–especially plans or little details–sometimes fall to the wayside.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

As with the other alphabets, I’ll hint at something in the future. Croft’s first date involves a trip to an antique store, and discussing some similar life traumas.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Croft is surprisingly protective for somebody who really isn’t all that physically inclined. Especially when it comes to the dangers Easthaven poses. How they would protect you is spoilers. They don’t really think of themself as somebody who needs to be protected, to be honest, but they’d be flattered if MC went up to bat for them regardless. So long as they didn’t feel like MC was treating them like a child or like they’re fragile.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ehhhhh Croft isn’t the best with dates or anniversaries. They usually will end up dragging their partner to either a) something to do with a current interest, b) some rich-person bullshit that they grew up doing, or c) one of their three favorite restaurants. In the real world, that is. In Easthaven their date-planning prowess is even less impressive. When it comes to gifts, though? Oh, Croft is the best at gifts. They really tend to think them through, and they have the money to really go wild.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Writing or gaming basically all night long is a big one. Getting very little sleep, and then being even more grumpy than usual the next day. Drinking too much caffeine. Gossiping–which is especially funny, because they don’t care about most people, so they will quite readily talk shit to their faces. Also Croft has never really outgrown their childhood belief that money can buy anything, which makes this whole ~trapped in hell town~ thing all the more frustrating.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I wouldn’t really describe them as concerned with their looks…but that’s mostly because they’ve spent a lot of time (and resources) becoming exactly who they want to be. They’ve got their piercings and their tattoos and those really make them feel steady in who they are. That being said, Croft doesn’t give two shits what other people think of their looks, other than maybe the person they have feelings for. They mostly care about feeling like themself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Lol. Not really–not until you’ve been together for a long time. And even then, I don’t think Croft really thinks of their partner as part of them in that way. It would be a loss, sure, but not a loss of self. They’d still be complete…just desperately sad and lonely.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

They love the ocean deeply and miss it every day. The lake just isn't the same. As much as they hate Easthaven they can't claim it's all bad because they adopted their cat here and they love her a lot. They really love chocolate but can't stand chocolate-flavored things. Their badly dyed hair is an aesthetic choice.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Immaturity drives them up the wall. They find it remarkably unattractive. Croft takes themself quite seriously–too seriously--and somebody who is always screwing around or acting like a teenager would annoy the hell out of them. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

A big part of the reason they avoid sleep so much is to avoid night terrors and sleep paralysis. They suffered from them when they were a little kid, but both went away in adulthood…until they moved back to Easthaven. Also, they’re the sort of person who needs to sleep with like. 6 pillows.

[zoeys-ksbd-fan-blog]

Zoeys K6BD First Impression/Analysis/Whatever

Book 3 part 3

Damn I did all this analysis about the theme of power and Abbadon just spelled it out for us. Were in Allisons mind right now, and that version of her in that chair represent 'power' Who is in control right now. Which is why Allison is acting so weird.

I joke, but it is a unique way of illustrating Allison's mind, as well as a new angle on the corruption that comes with power.

MADNESS COMBAT MENTION!!!

I dont really understand what this counter is. All these priests have one. But it looks like its going down after each one dies? Maybe we'll find out later.

UH OH! So yeah throughout the heist people have tried to kill her. And she suspects Cio is trying to kill her too, which was a seed planted when the demon 'Myself' said that when Cio and Allison first met Cio did actually plan to kill her.

WOAH! So, allison took back control from power by merging with all the other parts of herself and then. That! It feels really basic that the solution was just 'you need all parts of you inorder to be whole' but we got some cool visuals and it WAS earned because...

Cio had to fucking die for her to come to that conclusion.

Jk she's fine. They should kiss!

Eh, close enough.

Jk she's fine. Say you know what this would be an EXCELLENT time for?

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!

YES! YES! YES! YES!

WE JUST KEEP ON WINNING!!!

WE DO IT FOR THE GIRLIES!!! YESSSSS!!!

By the way I am actually writing this in real time. I made a lot of jokes, but I genuinely did not know they were gonna kiss. I thought it was just a blorbos-in-my-head thing. But now that we are here, it was so well foreshadowed! AND IT WAS SO EARNED!

And again, I joke but when I was reading this chapter I was biting my fucking nails. Abbadon, btw I know his real name is Tom Parkinson but I'm gonna keep calling him that cuz its cool, is such a fucking brilliant writer.

The art is fucking brilliant, and it's brilliant in a way that is almost difficult to talk about. Like just look at it.

But fuck me the writing! You know the world building is amazing. But the fundamental character arcs and interactions, as well as the themes are all fucking FANTASTIC.

And yeah, I won't lie I cried a bit reading this chapter. Allisons arc this chapter of being taken over by power, may be slightly by the books. But fuck me is it effective. That's why I can't actually say Allisons arc is bad. Because it isn't! The way it affects the characters around her, specifically Cio is incredibly effective.

Cio has her own internal struggle of her past life as Yabalchoath. And she gave up her previous life with her previous husband. And CONSTANTLY risks her neck for Allison by escorting her out of Throne. And then getting her off of Mottom's Palace. AND THEN agreeing to go into Mammon's keep where she will be KILLED if the mission isn't successful.

The only thing she's getting out of this is theoretical protection from Praman Nand, but clearly this path isn't much safer.

And i believe she may have initially joined Allison for her own safety, but i think she stuck around out of a desire to distance herself from Yabalchoath. And because she had a big ol crush on Allison. As annoyed as Cio may be it's pretty obvious she liked her.

After all of this, just to be accused of wanting to murder the person you have sacrificed so much for and who you love.

AND THEN. TO BE LEFT BEHIND TO DIE BY THAT SAME PERSON!!!

I would have wanted to kill Allison too.

Not that killing her is in character for Cio, but for the vengeful and selfish Yabalchoath...

I described Allisons arc of getting control back from Power as 'basic'. But it is genuinely effective, and believable that Allison would act the way she does.

So yeah, Cio tries to kill Allison. But is IMMEDIATELY remorseful. And both of them have this "what the fuck are we doing" moment. Throughout all the bullshit, all the fighting and the differences. All the fucking peril. Allison and Cio love eachother.

MWAH!

Damn i didn't even get to talk about the capitalism metaphore.

[dyscanthe]

Butlers in Wonderland

Chapter 2: Suspicious Cats

This is a rough translation of the story. You may encounter minor errors on the way, please be understanding and considerate (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) With that being said, enjoy reading!

ITALICS - Narration; BOLD ITALIC - Choices

⌫CH1 — CH3⌦

[ Devil’s Palace Top Corridor ]

As I walked out of my room, the hallway was also decorated in Halloween style. By the looks of it, they enthusiastically prepared for this.

(I have to chase the rabbit)

I was looking around for the two of them when suddenly a person fell from the ceiling.

Lamli: Fufu~

Wah?! Eh.. Lamli?

Lamli: Ehhh? Lamli, who's that?~

Lamli: I'm not Lamli, I'm Cheshire Cat.

Cheshire Cat?

Lamli: No no, it's “Shechire Cat” it's different. Or was it “Cheshire Cat”? Shechire cat, Shachire cat, Cheshire cat, Chishire cat..

Lamli: Well, it doesn't matter which one. It's troublesome so "Lam-neko” is fine!

Just when I was puzzled by the sudden appearance of Lamli, two more butlers dressed up as cats, showed up.

Yuhan: Hmm, then I guess I am a "Shino-neko"? I feel like “Yunyan” is a bit of a bad wording..

Lato: When it comes to me, will it be a “Lato-neko”?

Lato and Yuhan are also cats.

Lamli: Ah! It's Yunyan and Tora-chi!

Lamli: Take a look~♪ It seems like a nice person is lost~♪

Yunyan..?

Yuhan: Um.. Lam-neko-san, as I said on our previous meeting… Isn't "Yunyan" a little too adorable for an adult male cat?

Lato: I heard that it’s not a "tiger", but a cat costume.

Lamli: It's fine it's fine, it's easy to call it that way! It's only during Halloween anyways.

Yuhan: Ah, It can't be helped.. And as they say, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Let's listen to what the senior cat says.

Yuhan: I don't have many, if any, good memories of "tigers.”

Lato: Kuhuhu~. Don't worry, I'm a tiger who only eats parsley.

All three of them looks good in their costumes.

Yuhan: Is that so? Thank you. I didn't know much about the novel, so I was worried that it would spoil my image.

Lato: Me too, I don't really know what kind of novel it is. Though the illustrations are beautiful so I've seen the book many times.

Lamli: In other words, I'm the one who knows the most about this! If you don't know what to do next, just ask me♪

Well then…

I told them that I was "looking for rabbits" for the purpose of recreation.

Lamli: I see, a rabbit.. hmm… Then you're a turtle!

Eh? Why?

Lamli: Because you're chasing rabbits!

Yuhan: Um, I think that's from another novel…

Lato: Yes. And besides, turtles don't have such cute ears.

Lato: Hello? Are you a turtle?

Suddenly, Lato whispered so close to my ears that I got startled. I felt as if I were being held at the mercy of a real Cheshire cat.

Yuhan: Oh. Sounds like you've taken them by surprise.

Yuhan: Sorry, it seems like my fellow companions had been impolite but could you please tell us your name?

I’m [...] but…

Yuhan: [...] is it? What a lovely name. I want to take that name home and keep it as a family heirloom. Would you like to exchange it for my name?

Exchange?

Yuhan: Yes. From now on, I'll call you "Yunyan".

Lamli: Hey hey, don't swap names without my permission. Look look Yunyan, aren't they troubled?

Yuhan: …

Lamli: They didn't say anything about exchanging yet, did they?

Yuhan: That's right… How unfortunate.

(What a mysterious space…)

After that, I tried to ask them where they were going next. Maybe it's because I’m becoming an elusive character, the story didn't progress very well.

[ After a few minutes ]

Fennesz: It's hard to chase after the Aruji. How's it going, Haures?

Haures: Wait a minute, I'll take a peek.

Haures: Hmm. Apparently, they are at the mercy of the three people who plays the role of the cat.

Fennesz: I see… Well, Lamli and Lato are free. I mean, Yuhan too....How can he stay with those two and keep the tension together?

Haures: He's got a tough look and acting skills. Well, you have Yuhan there. I'm sure he'll end the conversation at an appropriate time.

Fennesz: It seems like Yuhan's pointing at us.

Fennesz: Well then. Is it about time, Aruji?

Haures: Next, let's head to the garden. Walk just fast enough catch up and don't fall behind.

Fennesz: Okay, okay. Let's hurry along.

Tap.. tap.. tap..

Fennesz: Wah!

Haures: Are you alright, Fennesz?

Fennesz: Ahaha, I was in a hurry and my legs got tangled.

Haures: I see. Come to think of it, the rabbit who was being chased in the story was also in a hurry.

Haures: Even Aruji behind you looks surprised, you know. Nice acting, Fennesz. Now, can you stand up?

Fennesz: Ah yes, thank you.

Fennesz: (Khh.... Aruji was watching me. It's embarrassing, If there's a hole somewhere, I'd want to go in it.)

[odetolithium]

Spooky - Snapetober Day 31 🎃

Thestrals have always been a constant in Severus’s life. Over the years, he grows to appreciate them.

Prompts by @superfallingstars

This has been such a joy to post Severus one shots every day. Thank you so so much for your love and support with my writing 🖤

October 1971

“What do you feed in the forest?” asked Severus, tripping over his robes to catch up with Hagrid’s long strides. He pointed to the bleeding sack slung over the man’s broad shoulders; eyes wide with intrigue. The boy’s wild imagination conjured images of ravenous beasts; three-headed wolves, giant scorpions with twin tails, heads and tails in numbers beyond normal.

“Blood-thirsty beasts,” whispered Hagrid, winking at the curious boy. “One day I’ll tell yeh, lad.” The forest loomed in front of Severus.

“Can you not show me, Hagrid?” replied Severus, eager to see more of the magical world. He wanted to learn everything he could, even vicious critters in the forest. Hagrid patted him, roughly, on his head and bid him farewell.

“’Ave a good day, Severus. If those boys give yeh any trouble, yeh can tell ‘em Hagrid is friends wi’ some terrifyin’ creatures,” he laughed heartily, vanishing into the thick of trees. He heard the distant flap of wings and feet trampling the undergrowth. Severus smiled, scurrying back up the hill towards the castle.

September 1976

“- I suppose, I was going to take potions...”

“The old bastard probably won’t even notice if you turn up for his N.E.W.T class...”

“Snape can always tutor you,” Mulciber nudged Severus. “He’s probably got some dark shit to teach you, eh Snape?” Severus, disinterested in the conversation, turned to Avery and nodded curtly. Avery licked his lips and rubbed his large hands together.

The O.W.L results were all the sixth years were discussing on the train. The groans of disappointment and boasting of top grades followed them to the carriages. Severus neither groaned nor boasted, the markings of letters on parchment meant little to him now. No amount of O grades could fill the absence of his mother.

“Hey, Snape! This one’s empty-” shouted Avery, clambering into the carriage after Mulciber. Severus stopped, his eyes tracking the tall horse-like creature he’d never seen before. A thestral. Mouth slightly open, Severus took a measured step back. Illustrations in textbooks never prepared him for the real thing. Blank eyes bulged in large sockets, keenly sensing the fear and hesitation. Severus recoiled as the dragon-like head turned slowly to face him. The thin black coat of skin was stretched taught across protruding bones. It was a disgusting beast.

“What is he staring at?”

“Snape, come on -”

Mumbling incoherently, Severus joins his fellow sixth years for the journey to the castle. They watched him warily, unsure how to react to his silence. In the noiseless void, Severus was being eaten alive, poisoned by the stingers of guilt. He eyed the sinister beast, a gift from hell itself, its hooves threatening to crush his chest as it stomped forwards dragging Severus behind.

September 1981

“Professor! Yeh never said...” Hagrid bustled towards Severus, there was a grin spread across his face, but it was suddenly lost within his beard.  “Since when?” he asked, reaching the young professor by the clearing. His cupped hand was full of scraps of red meat, a small thestral was nibbling in his palm.

“It was just before my sixth year,” muttered Severus. “It’s been about five years.”

“While yeh were at Hogwarts?” gasped Hagrid, dropping the large sack of oozing meats to the forest floor. The small thestral seemed more interested in these offerings and Severus watched it trot away, small noises of excitement escaping its throat.

“My mother,” he started, “I saw my mother die.” Clearing his throat, he tossed the leftovers to the herd; watching the youngest struggle on their bandy legs.  

“How come... did yeh tell anyone, lad?”

Severus shook his head, his eyes watching the graceful creatures like shadows.

“It was my fault... I didn’t help her,” he whispered, the bandy-legged babies perked up and whipped their growing manes. Mist billowed from their snouts as they wobbled over. Severus stroked the spine of the most eager, the backs of his fingers brushing against the cool coat. “I’ll live with that guilt forever.”

July 1995

“It is the most beautiful magic,” beamed Dumbledore, glittering eyes tracing the form of his patronus around his office. “I’ve always suggested adding it to the curriculum, but the Minister doesn’t take my advice these days.” Smiling, Dumbledore’s face was illuminated by the glow of the phoenix. He lifted his wand and broke the charm. Severus grasped his own wand, reciting the incantation in his head. The headmaster inclined his head, an invitation for Severus to begin.

“A happy memory, Severus.”

“Expecto Patronum!”

A faint wisp, and then nothing. Severus swore and started to pace the small office; it was merely three paces with his strides.

“I think we need a different memory,” frowned Dumbledore, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. Absent-mindedly, the old man rubbed at the break in his bridge. Severus stopped pacing and turned to face him.

“Unfortunately, they are hard to come by,” sneered Severus, leaning over the desk. He sighed, forcing himself to relive childhood memories to find happiness beyond the misery.

“I am surprised I can even get this far,” he groaned, sinking closer to the desk. His nose almost touching the surface.

“I told you, Severus. Casting a patronus charm has little to do with light and dark. Voldemort himself could cast one if he so desired.”

“Why am I failing then?”

“You have lived through some horrors. You have experienced some truly awful things. You have denied yourself happiness for years.” The blue twinkled in his eyes, like it had caught the lasting glow of a patronus. Dumbledore swept over to the defeated professor, taking hold of his shoulders. “However, you are a highly skilled occulmens. The very best that I’ve ever come across, Severus. Make a memory.”

Severus spent the next hour torturing himself with a memory he would never live. He strayed away from his mother as the subject, deeming her too involved in his pain and that was similar for Hogwarts as well. He planted the memory, allowed the emotion to overwhelm him and spoke the incantation. The vision of Lily, alive and free, was enough to produce a powerful patronus. A tall, blinding creature streaked past before charging around the office. Its usual, sinister appearance was replaced by a beautiful, ethereal glow. It was a pure white thestral.

“The Order will enjoy this,” scoffed Severus. “A former death-eater with a patronus of death.”

“On the contrary, Severus. It is extremely rare to be attached to a thestral, it shows unwavering loyalty and a kind heart. Despite the tragedies in your past, you have a great understanding of kindness,” Dumbledore explained, watching Severus’s eyes catch the flight of his patronus.

[screemnch]

About your Danyas and Tyomas

Hi, it’s almost 2 am and I have a flight in like, 9 hours, which means it’s time for pedantic linguistic musings. Specifically I’d like to share some fun info about Russian phonetics (which I’ve stated many times are really weird) and how that relates to the diminutive names that you can give to Russian characters (including these stupid pathologic characters that live in my head rent free)

As a final preamble I want to point out that this isn’t a critique on the English only speakers within the fandom. I love y’all and you are awesome. However, Russian is it’s own language with distinctive phonetics and notations, and the English language is a bit too… Not limited, but different, and it does not convey Russian words and names properly, especially in notation (don’t get me started on how “Tycheek” is actually pronounced in Russian). And since I’m also here to bridge the gap between languages while also trying not to completely Englishize and Americanize my existence… I’ve decided to talk about the dreaded Russian “y-” vowels.

The Russian language has 10 vowels, which are:

а (“ah” sound, but shorter)

o (“oh” sound but without the “h”)

у (“oo” sound but can be as short as you’d like”)

э (“eh” or like the “e” in the word “ten”)

и (“ee” sound, also can be as short as you’d like)

ы (uhhhhhh… Best I can describe it is the sound you make when you get punched in the stomach)

And that’s it! Here’s the part where you go “wait, tumblr user screemnch, that’s only 6 vowels! Why are you lying to me?” The thing is tho, that I am not lying to you. The other 4 vowels “е”, “ё”, “ю”, and “я” are what I can only describe as “composite vowels” as in vowels that are made up of those I’ve already told you about and the awesome letter “й” (which has the same sound as the “y” in “yes”).

The vowel “e” is comprised of “й” and “э” to make a “yeh” sound.

The vowel “ё” is comprised of “й” and “о” to make a “yoh” sound.

The vowel “ю” is comprised of “й” and “у” to make a “you” sound.

The vowel “я” is comprised of “й” and “а” to make a “yah” sound.

With me so far?

The names we’re looking at today are Daniil (Даниил) and Artemy (Артемий), for which people have elected to use the diminutives of Danya (Даня) and Tyoma (Тёма). Based off of what I explained just now, this makes sense phonetically (and I’ll bet my money that it was my fellow Russian speakers that told y’all about them). HOWEVER. Do not be fooled, do not be deceived. Because Russian phonetic laws get even weirder.

The phonetics I’ve illustrated for you make sense in particular instances. Mainly, when a “composite vowel” is the letter in the very beginning of the word (such as the last name of the Russian actor Oleg Yankovsky. The letter “Я” being in the front makes the “yah” sound).

The other instance is when the “composite vowel” is prefaced with either the soft (ь) or hard (ъ) sign, such is the Russian spelling of cognac (коньяк). These signs have no sound of their own, but provide a kind of separation that allows these “composite vowels” to sounds as I described.

Are you ready for the curveball? It happens when a “composite vowel” is prefaced with a consonant. See, almost all Russian consonants have a “hard” and “soft” versions. It’s a very slight phonemic difference that is difficult to catch if you hadn’t been hearing Russian since childhood (cuz that’s how learning how to distinguish phonemes works. You’re most fine-tuned to the phonemes of the language you were surrounded by as a kid) and is difficult to explain. But I will attempt to.

When you say the word “no” the consonant “n” is a hard one. If you were to use the “soft” version while trying to say “no”, it’d sound a but closer to how you say “gnocchi”.

When you say… Ugh, ok, when you say “nya~” the consonant “n” is a soft one. If you attempted to use the “hard” version while trying to say “nya~” it’d sound more like “nah”.

And that’s what happens in the Russian language. The presence of a regular vowel (except for “и”) dictates that the consonant prior to it is a “hard” one. The presence of a “composite vowel” in turn swallows the “й” (y-) sound in return for softening the prior consonant. Consonants can be soft in other instances. Idk if I’ve actually done it in my analyses when attempting to write phonetics, but you may have seen me use an apostrophe after some letters. I got it in my head some long time ago that that’s how you indicate soft consonants when writing in English, and it’s too late to stop now.

So, if the “й” (y-) sound gets swallowed by the prior consonant, all we get to hear is the “-а” although it sounds like a “я”. So let’s try saying “nya~” the Russian way.

You’d start as if you were trying to say “nya~” how you would in English, but stop short before you actually open your mouth. Substitute the “ya” with an “a” or “ah” sound. The softer “n” sound will alter the vowel, creating (hopefully) the authentic, Russian “ня”.

So, when, for example, saying the name Даня you would apply the same logic. The “y-” sound gets swallowed up by the softened “n”. Same for Тёма. The softer “t” (like in “tea”) swallows up the “y-” sound.

And yes, I’m aware that there isn’t much one can do when writing down names using English letters. But I also don’t really want the whimsical and weird Russian pronunciation to go unappreciated. It’s my language, dangit, it’s worth learning.

Also, I’d encourage you to explore some more fun Russian diminutives. With the names we explored alone you can get the actual Russian nicknames of Данечька (“Danech’ka” using the “-ech’ka/ochka” suffix) and Артёмка (“Artyomka” using the “-ka” suffix).

This concludes today’s linguistic ramblings (and totally not secret propaganda to get people to learn Russian.)

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Have you noticed this blog (or rather several) with an American flag that shares quite questionable content? (Like anti-Semitic creatures and uses tags about Palestine), considering that there are many of them and they have the same content, I am 100% sure that all the blogs are run by the same person

I say this because even if you block some of these blogs, more will appear and as I mentioned, I am sure that each of these blogs is run by one person, the question is whether he is an anti-Semite or a Zionist who wants to confirm the Zionist narrative that pro-Palestinians are anti-Semites

I don't know, these blogs are just weird, because they are obviously run by one person (They have the same content, yes, photos and illustrations), so I don't know if he's an anti-Semite from the US, a Zionist, or a fucking Internet troll

Seriously, I have max 2 blogs on tumblr, the main one and the other for art (because I deleted deviantart, because it belongs to an Israeli company) and sometimes I accidentally reblog a post on the wrong blog, so you understand, the only question I have the following: Why the fuck do you have so many blogs with the same content?

So yes, I noticed something like that…

Now that I have your attention:

[lionheartedmusings]

i saw a post earlier that q!tubbo is the only "moral" character even after purgatory and it's kinda kept me awake, not because i don't agree with the sentiment (i do) but because the idea of morality as intrinsically important in fandom / character analysis is fascinating to me, *especially* when we're talking about the morality of someone who's basically just spent two weeks in some eye guy's budget hunger games.

first off, while i fully agree that by the end of this q!tubbo *is* a character that tried at every turn to be kind and generous even to his own detriment, how does that make him more or less "moral" than q!phil or q!fit? he still killed, the same as them. he still strategized to beat his friends, has blood on his hands — why is he marked above x, y, or z in the moral scale?

well, one could argue that he did what he did for his team, for the eggs, and because he was forced to when he was put in the game in the first place, yeah? it's not his fault he's in this position, and he's doing his best to survive it. i personally think that's totally valid and justifiable, but it leaves a huge elephant in the room.

what about everyone else?

i'm going to use q!bad as an example because he's my main pov, and before i go into this analysis i want it known i'm very much playing the devil's advocate and illustrating a point — i am not saying his actions are "good". good? good.

okay. so, q!bad. here we have a non-human father who was told by his missing child to win regardless of the cost, or whomever he had to run over. he had to win. is it immoral then for him to take that to heart and play the game the way it was presented? is it immoral for him to kill for his child, or to be determined to win even in detriment of others? to want to use the same strategies in the battlefield that everyone else would, even if they're not kind or polite?

i don't fucking know, because morality isn't linear — this situation *isn't* linear bc if people will go on the record saying they would kill for their child and are praised for it, what makes q!bad's actions in the universe he's existing in any different?

you can even say that by some perspectives, q!tubbo extending so much kindness to his competitors over and over again was at times (or could've been) detrimental to his team ergo their childrens' lives and yet he still did it. is it more moral to save children or be nice to someone else?

my point being, i feel that the morality argument while very very interesting is kind of irrelevant bc when push comes to shove, characters aren't compelling bc they have more or less morals — i genuinely think a lot of media / character consumption has *actively* been harmed by everyone's need to have the thing they enjoy be "good" or "moral" or "right" bc if it isn't, what does that say about us?

the answer to that one is: absolutely nothing, but man do i think sometimes people in fandom feel guilty if they like or prefer an immoral or grey character vs a "stereotypical" moral one.

anyway, all this to say that i think by the end of purgatory, q!tubbo is the character that was most true to himself and his values from start to finish, and it's been a great watch. is he the most morally correct? eh. who the fuck knows.

[raisoramizu]

Chapter 11 -  The Symphony of Chaos

Hazbin Hotel Fanfic "New Order" (Radioapple/Radiostatic/Applemedia) Previous Chapter: Intro - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

The images for this fanfiction are for illustrative purposes only, and all credits go to their respective artists.

...

"...She was in Heaven. That's where everything started to change."

Lucifer replied to Charlie, averting his gaze from her, but his daughter's sharp intake of breath at that revelation pulled his attention back.

"In Heaven?! And... how did they let her stay there for so many years?!" she gasped, eyes wide with disbelief. She had promised herself she wouldn't make any sudden moves, but she could no longer hold back—everything she was learning felt overwhelmingly absurd. Lucifer hunched his shoulders, his jaws clenched in guilt, his claws gripping the edge of the bed.

"I don't know... but considering what's been happening these past few weeks, I think... I think it has something to do with Adam. She probably made a deal with him, manipulating him with some lie."

"Adam?!" Charlie shrieked again, clutching her face in her hands. Lucifer recoiled even further.

"..." He didn't need to look at her to understand the expression she wore or her state of mind. He could feel the tension rising, feel her heating up, feel her shock and despair. He was in despair too, a sense of dread tightening his chest, using all his energy to keep from breaking down in panic and hopelessness.

"Is that why Adam was here? Why Mom was here... because of him?"

"Yes, but..." Summoning a surge of courage, Lucifer turned toward her, reaching for her shoulders. Charlie flinched, stiffening. "...Don't... don't get upset. I'll tell you everything, I'll be honest, I promise... I'm sorry, Charlie..." He felt the warmth of tears clouding his vision again, swallowing the lump in his throat. How could he ask her to stay calm when he himself was far from calm? Finally, he met her eyes, locking his gaze with hers.

"..." She was looking at him with a furrowed brow and a frightened expression, her mouth slightly open, but she was listening. Lucifer sighed and continued.

"Adam came here to have me warn his fiancée in Heaven... and to convince me, he blackmailed me, threatening to tell you everything I'm telling you now... to speak ill of your mother." "...I don't know what ties them together, but... she tried to kill him, then charmed him into trying to kill Alastor, as you saw yourself."

"..." Charlie stared at him, mouth agape, before snapping out of her stunned expression and arching her eyebrows, her lips pulling into a tense smile.

"Why kill Alastor?"

"Because... she's... eh-eh," Lucifer let out a nervous laugh, twisting his mouth into an awkward expression. "She's jealous of my relationship with him, but also because... uh... Alastor's soul belongs to her." He lowered his gaze. Speaking of Alastor brought a knot of anxiety to his stomach; he wanted him, he missed him, he felt broken, consumed by worry. It felt like grieving: the distance from the red demon was a kind of mourning. "I'm sorry I kept all of this from you. I didn't want you to suffer."

Charlie was frozen. Her mother had Alastor's soul? She wanted to ask her father why, since when, but nothing came out. All she felt was a deep sense of disappointment, fear, and her father's fingers tightening around her shoulders, though not in a way that hurt.

"Alastor is weak because she took his power, destroyed his staff," Lucifer continued, staring at his daughter's knees. Why was he here talking to her instead of going after him by force? He had the strength. Physically, yes—but not mentally. "And if he's with the Media Demon, it's my fault for demanding without listening to him... but if I tried to take him away now, he'd resist. I'd have to fight him..." His voice broke as hot tears began to stream from his eyes. Just then, he felt Charlie pull him into a tight embrace that knocked the breath out of him. He found himself resting his face on her shoulder, feeling her hands gently run through his hair in comforting strokes.

"It's okay, Dad, we'll just talk to Mom. I'm sure she'll give Alastor his soul back, and you two will find a solution."

But those words of hope felt like daggers to him. "..." "...I'll talk to Lilith, yes, but... I think she's still trying to wake Roo, along with the TV Demon."

...

2

PINPIN

Valentino's phone rang suddenly, and when he answered, "Voxy?"

The disheveled face of the Moth Demon appeared on the TV Demon's screen. He looked exhausted, like he'd been sleeping, with smeared lipstick and a cloud of reddish smoke swirling around him from his love filter.

"Val, move it! Get to the second floor of Velvette's tower, now!" Vox snarled impatiently, panting as he rushed down a long hallway painted in shades of purple and red, heading toward a neon blue door.

Valentino looked baffled. "But I'm busy—"

"BULLSHIT!" Vox interrupted, his voice suddenly exploding, distorted like he had a problem with his speakers. "Drop all your whores and get here, NOW!" He added, immediately pressing a button on his screen and hanging up the call. His sweaty, aggressive, and frantic expression reappeared on the TV face just before he stormed into Velvette's workspace.

One of the large double doors flew open, slammed by Vox's arm, reverberating loudly through the room and startling the jittery figure of Velvette, who had been hunched over her desk drawing.

The room was spacious and semicircular, lit by endless windows casting red hues behind the Sinner. She was wrapped in her long, striped blue, white, and red tails, the same colors as her top and bell-bottom pants, still seated at her desk, which was cluttered with sketches of all kinds of clothing designs.

"Hey! What the hell's wrong with you barging in like that?!" Velvette's red eyes, with white pupils, bulged as she glared at him, but Vox kept moving toward her.

"No time, you're coming with me!" he growled, completely out of control, reaching her desk.

She barely had time to straighten up and turn toward him, her mouth pulling down in total disapproval. "What the hell are you talking about, I'm wor—ehk! Hey, put me down! What's wrong with your circuits?!"

Vox lifted her effortlessly, grabbing her under her arms and hauling her up by the waist.

"Fucking walking TV, I'll kill you! Put me down, what the hell's gotten into you?!"

Valentino, followed by Angel Dust, caught up with Vox in the hallway, where Velvette's furious curses echoed.

As the Moth Demon finished adjusting his oversized red coat, he spotted the Sinner, hanging from Vox's side, thrashing wildly. Velvette clawed at Vox's immovable arm in a fit of rage and embarrassment, her face flushed crimson from the humiliating position she was in.

"Wh... what's going on, darling?" Valentino asked, eyebrows raised, mouth nearly hitting his chin as he looked up from Velvette to Vox's face, frantically trying to keep up with him as he stormed down the corridor. Vox kept moving toward the elevator, but when he turned to respond to Valentino, he froze, seeing Angel Dust trailing behind, equally confused and concerned, with the same smeared lipstick and messy tuft of hair.

A wave of irritation surged through Vox, causing his antennae to spark.

"And him—!" He cut himself off with a nervous crackle, swallowing hard. "Move! I think something's about to happen!"

...

The sound of the heavy metal door echoed inside the soundproof room, startling the three Sinners, leaving them baffled and afraid. Vox had already rushed ahead, positioning himself at a sleek modern desk equipped with multiple computer screens.

They found themselves in a rectangular room with no windows or exits. The walls were massive screens themselves, attached to soundproofing material that blocked out any external noise. The only sound was the frantic tapping of Vox's blue claws on the keyboard. Tense, his teeth grinding, he scanned the displays showing footage from various cameras: the exterior and entrance of the tower, Hazbin Hotel, a couple of main streets in Pentagram City, and the largest TV studio of all, though the feed was silent.

In that studio was Alastor, still there. He circled the curved desk, dragging his red claws across the back of the velvet armchair Vox had prepared for him. Then he sat in front of the microphone, his red eyes turning toward the cameras, the usual goofy smile plastered on his face, as if he were under the influence of some drug.

There was still time to stop everything, to prevent every TV in the Pride Ring from broadcasting the podcast—it was even set to air on some lower channels. What would happen? Alastor knew, but he hadn't said a word, not even under hypnosis.

Lucifer had said that someone was inside Alastor; was it Lilith? Was she involved in all of this? If it were something concerning her, surely the angel would have sensed it. There was still time, he could stop it, but... would it make things better or worse? He could cancel something whose consequences he didn't understand, or almost certainly collapse along with everything he had built, everything he cared about, everyone he cared about...

Vox stared at Alastor through the screens in the soundproof room, frozen, sweat streaking down his TV face, until... around the Half-Stag's neck, the transparent, violet shape of his pact began to glow.

"..." The TV Demon's eyes shrank.

"Voxy, what's happening...? Vox?!" Valentino's voice cut through the silence.

...

Meanwhile, all the screens—already on—throughout Pentagram City, and even in Imp City, located in the same ring, continued airing commercials for VoxTek's new products, all made with a special material.

It was hidden everywhere; items were coated with it, embedded in circuits, mixed into ceramics and plastics, even the bristles of house-cleaning brushes. Angelic metal.

It filled store windows and had replaced old railings or trash bins in some parts of the city—not that trash bins got much use in Hell. And the Hellborn kept buying, drawn in by the ads, hypnotized by Vox. They continued filing in and out of stores, getting the latest model of smartphone or those bizarre, sharp new sex toys. They were still doing it, even now, as the broadcast warned that the podcast would air in just a few minutes, so even the last stragglers could tune in.

...

They were still at it, even as Lucifer continued talking to Charlie in that seemingly protective room, where the red light from the infernal sky kept filtering through the windows.

Lucifer hadn't yet faced Lilith; his constant procrastination, his waiting for something external to shake him into action, like when Charlie had pulled him out of the hole his palace had become, hadn't worked this time. Not even Alastor had been enough to snap him out of it. The angel was completely consumed by his emotions, by his passive existence, which would soon lead Hell to ruin. Or worse—bring down all of creation?

"Your mother thinks she can control Roo, but I'm not so sure... Her voice holds power over demons, but it weakens with the Princes, and it's practically nothing to angels..." "...It doesn't even affect you."

Still seated on the bed, hands resting on his bent knees, Lucifer raised his tear-streaked golden eyes to Charlie's incredulous face. She sat beside him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, gently rubbing them, trying to give him warmth and calm.

"...Mom's song has always soothed me," Charlie attempted to correct him.

"Yes... because you understand its purpose and can let yourself go to it, but it only takes a little willpower for it to have no effect on you." He smiled, the memory pulling a tender expression across his face. "In fact, when you were a baby, it never worked. No matter how much she sang, you drove us crazy."

"..." Charlie blinked in surprise, her eyebrows lifting before she returned his smile with a sweet expression of her own. It lasted only a moment before she recovered herself. "But if Mom can't control Roo, what will happen?" she asked, alarm spreading across her face again.

Lucifer shook his blonde head. "I don't know... I don't know if it still has a conscience, if it'll recognize anyone, if it'll live with us, if it'll want to rule in my place, or if..."

"Conscience?"

"..." At that question, Lucifer felt a sharp pang in his chest. "Eve..."

But just as he uttered that name, the television mounted on the ceiling flickered to life with a burst of light, switching on at an unbearably high volume. Both Lucifer and Charlie jumped at the sudden noise, their eyes snapping upward in sync.

"!!" Lucifer's eyes widened in shock.

"Alastor!" Charlie cried out, leaping to her feet, darting past her father to get closer to the TV.

"My dear listeners, did you miss me? Oh, but of course you did!~"

Alastor's sharp, affable voice, perfect for radio, echoed throughout the room and across the entire Pride Ring, the silence broken only by the occasional sounds of cars or the movements of demons. Every communication system synced to the broadcast of the Demon's voice.

And there he was, sprawled across the armchair, his back against one armrest, his feet dangling over the other, gripping the vintage, round-headed microphone in his claw, his face sporting his trademark grin. His very presence, however, caused faint video interference—fizzling waves rippling across the screen.

"As promised, here's the first episode of the podcast. I'll be hosting it solo—I hope you don't mind! Oh, but of course you don't! After all, I've got much more class and style than that outdated walking TV obsessed with keeping up with the times!"

Lucifer jumped to his feet as well, standing beside Charlie, his face tilted upward toward the television. Terror and panic were already creeping into him, reflected in his golden eyes as they watched Alastor's lively gestures. A dark, suffocating realization hit the Seraph the moment he heard:

"...We'll start with the opening! I know you wanted to hear my voice, but j'ai quelque chose de mieux~ ...Lilith!"

At the mention of her name, Lucifer felt an electric jolt shoot down his spine, and from every speaker, a thunderous, painful blast of music erupted, featuring Lilith's powerful voice. The song had no lyrics, only an aggressive, rock-like tone that resonated with her vocal cords.

Charlie felt a piercing ring pressing into her head. She immediately clapped her hands over her ears, groaning in pain as her vision blurred and everything turned red. "Ahh, what...?"

She growled, bending forward rigidly, her body trembling as her hair and eyes began to ignite in an instinctual transformation. Lucifer, though not transforming himself, stumbled back until he collided with the bed, letting out a low groan. The song was everywhere, reverberating through every single communication device, from small electronic watches to the massive screens in the central crossroads of Pentagram City. The volume was so loud that the walls shook, the ground rumbled like a war drum, and Charlie's room trembled.

Lucifer lunged toward his daughter, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her with the most desperate expression he'd ever worn. "Wake up! Don't let the song take over, it's your mot—"

But once again, Lucifer's words were violently cut off by a sudden explosion from the floors below the hotel. The ground shook, but even more so when numerous explosions of varying intensities began booming outside, throughout the city.

The shockwave from one blast shattered a window, sending shards flying toward Charlie, but she was promptly shielded by one of the Seraph's wings. The Princess barely had time to process what was happening when even more explosions opened a large crack in the floor.

"What the hell is going on?! Dad, the others! Vaggie and Niffty are downstairs!"

Charlie screamed, panicked, and bolted toward the door as the explosions continued. Sirens wailed in the distance, and dust rising from the ground had darkened the sky, once visible through the windows. Dust, plaster, and chunks of stone fell from the ceiling with each tremor as Lucifer opened a golden portal in front of the room's entrance. In her frantic rush, Charlie tumbled into the portal without even realizing it.

The Princess was spat out right in front of the bar counter, now covered in dust and the red smoke of Cherri Bomb's explosives—yes, she was there too, though her location wasn't immediately clear. Charlie's ears immediately picked up the sharp voice of Vaggie yelling, "Niffty, stop it! What's gotten into you?!"

"Vaggie!" the blonde cried out, pushing her way through the chaos.

Husk lay face-down on the ground. Above him, Niffty, her eye filled with dark substance, had stabbed a brush between the cat demon's shoulder blades. The Half-Cat was bleeding profusely but still thrashing, his large, casino-light-colored wings flapping wildly, his eyes fully blackened. Black, tar-like substance dripped from his mouth as well. Seeing that dark matter made Charlie's chest tighten, her breathing become irregular as a grim realization hit her. The chaos around her seemed to close in: every noise grew louder, every movement more frantic. It was the same substance Adam had oozed when he tried to kill Alastor.

"Charlie!" Vaggie screamed. "It's angelic metal! Niffty's brush is made of angelic metal!" She added with the same panic, grabbing Niffty by the waist in an attempt to pull her away, only to provoke her further. With a sharp growl and her black eye bulging toward her, Niffty raised the bloodied brush and swung it toward Vaggie's face.

"VAGGIE!" Charlie shouted, her blonde hair bursting into flames as her horns curved into place. With crimson eyes, she lunged toward her partner, but a golden rope shot out, wrapping tightly around Niffty's small body. The cockroach-girl found herself bound in multiple loops of the glowing rope, causing her to drop the brush before being dragged toward one of the semi-destroyed columns of Alastor's bar.

Panting and transformed, Charlie reached Vaggie, wrapping her arms around her shoulders while still casting a frightened glance toward Lucifer. "Dad!"

Lucifer, stepping through the portal, moved swiftly along the bar, heading for the entrance. He too had assumed his demonic form, with six white and red wings filling most of the space, brushing against the tables. His blonde hair was twisted with burning, curved horns, and a snake-shaped halo circled his head. A ghostly red eye with a vertical pupil had appeared on his bow tie, matching the glowing red eyes on the inner lining of his vest, as he wasn't wearing his jacket or hat. His tail, ending in a spearhead, whipped through the air as his bright red eyes flashed toward Charlie. "Keep yourselves safe. I'm going to get Alastor!"

He growled, his sharp teeth clenched as he tried to shout over the still-blaring music. He was definitely furious, but more than that—he was terrified. In that form, though, he appeared more dangerous than anything, and Charlie seemed reassured by the sight of him. "Yes!" she exclaimed, nodding firmly.

The angel extended another hand, wrapping Husk up like a mummy with the same golden rope, just as the Half-Cat was aggressively trying to get back up. With a swift motion of his other arm, Lucifer created a transparent barrier that contained one of Cherri Bomb's explosives, binding the Sinner with the same golden ropes.

As Charlie and Vaggie rushed to help the frenzied demons of the hotel, Lucifer headed outside.

...

The moment he stepped outside the hotel, he could see the chaos engulfing the city. From the hilltop where the building stood, he watched as Pentagram City burned. The city was a blazing inferno; flames coiled around buildings like red smoke serpents, and explosions rocked the ground beneath him. Normally chaotic and noisy, the city now resembled an apocalyptic battlefield. Distant screams mixed with the sound of gunfire, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of ash and blood. For a moment, he froze. That familiar sense of panic gripped his muscles, leaving them numb, and his teeth clattered together. With a surge of anger, he dug his claws into his blonde hair, shaking his head—he had to save Alastor. He had to take down that damned TV Demon and... Lilith. His wide, pupil-less red eyes flared. Did he want to kill her? He could feel the desire rising within him. Seriously. What right did he even have to think that? After ten thousand years by her side, just because he had now found hope, joy, love...? He wanted to kill her.

He looked up at the pale sphere of Heaven fixed in the sky and spat fire from his mouth, his expression hardening. Then he leapt into the air. There was no time to waste. Every second lost could mean Alastor's death and the awakening of Roo. Was there really angelic metal in those strange products Vox had been obsessively advertising?

In the silence of the soundproofed room, the TV Demon was watching everything unfold on his screens. He sat frozen, claws poised over the keyboard, shoulders hunched forward, his face locked onto the televisions streaming the chaos. One by one, some of the projections fizzled and went dark as cameras were destroyed. He had seen what happened in the hotel bar, a drone tracked Lucifer's flight over the city, and the others—those that still functioned—showed flames, blood, and demons tearing each other apart. Every demon in the city, from Imps to Succubi, even lesser demons, and of course the Sinners, were brutally slaughtering each other with whatever they could find. They all oozed a black substance from their eyes and mouths, falling in droves—gutted, burned. He couldn't see into the districts controlled by the other Overlords, and had no idea what was happening in the industrial district ruled by Carmilla. From a distance, he could faintly make out demons devouring each other in Cannibal Town.

Almost by chance, Vox noticed a small screen projecting the image of the massive elevator used to access the other Circles of Hell; the doors slammed shut, crushing a swarm of demons trying to escape, and a red "Alert" signal began flashing at the top. The Princes had sealed off their Circles to contain the damage caused by the rampaging demons.

His gaze shifted to the TV studio: Alastor was there, sitting motionless in his chair while demons in the room butchered each other savagely. He was hunched forward, his antlers spread wide, his head lowered so that his face was hidden beneath his hair. Voodoo symbols, broken and fractured, swirled around him, trying to reassemble themselves. More than anything, the Crossroads of Kalfu spun behind him, and the Half Stag... he was swelling, larger than usual. Alastor's body trembled, and sickly green seams, pulsating and unnatural, had formed along his shoulders. They stretched his flesh, as though something inside him was writhing, desperate to escape. From the cracks, only darkness seeped out, an abyss so deep it seemed alive. As though something was trapped within his body.

"Vox! What the hell is going on out there?!" Valentino's voice boomed so loud it snapped the TV Demon back to reality. The Mothman darted to the console beside him, staring at the screens in disbelief, while Vox flinched as a tremor shook the building, sending Angel Dust and Velvette crashing to the floor with startled yelps.

"Don't even think about leaving this place!" the Shark snarled, drooling, gripping the desk to steady himself as the earthquake subsided. "It's Lilith! That bitch's voice is driving all the demons insane!" ... "They're seriously killing each other because I..." he swallowed hard, feeling himself sink, his gaze drifting back to Alastor on the screen, "...I filled every single item with angelic metal..." he whispered, stunned by the realization.

On that same screen, Lucifer's panting figure appeared at the entrance of the TV studios...

Meanwhile, in Heaven, Emily and Sera, safely protected in their golden fortress, stared in horror at everything happening in Hell through a large, glowing magic orb.

[thesoftboiledegg]

I walked past these socks at Walmart last week, thinking I'd shared them before, but I double-checked, and--nope! New designs!

I went to a craft fair that weekend and found Rick and Morty Croc charms. Never leave the house without Rick flipping you off.

Today, I thought I'd visit a mall about 40 minutes away that I haven't visited in years, thinking I might find some new merchandise. I drove all the way up there, and...nope. All the retail stores are gone. Apparently, the owners are redesigning the property as a restaurant/entertainment space.

Fuck!

Another mall sits nearby, but I rarely go there because they don't carry much Rick and Morty merchandise, either. They don't even have a Spencer's! But it's been a while, so I decided to give it a shot.

No luck. The only thing I liked is that their Hot Topic has the old brick entrance that I remember from my youth. I wish it still had the creepy sign, but I guess Hot Topic is less "goth" and more "nerd" these days.

I'd given up hope when I spotted a bootleg streetwear store. The one in a mall that I usually visit closed for some reason, so I thought I'd give it a shot. And boy, did it deliver!

I've posted some of these designs before, but I haven't done a streetwear roundup before, so...eh, fuck it.

These are definitely new:

This makes me extremely uncomfortable.

When the employee saw me taking pictures, he said "Do you like Rick and Morty?" I said "Yeah, it's a great show!" He showed me this design, which I've never seen with this text before:

I assume that the bros who wear this shirt are aware that Rick was jealous and wanted to marry Bird Person. They love homoerotic angst!

Anyway, let's all get high with Bart Simpson.

Or just get trashed in general. I guess Rick's hair DOES resemble a pot leaf...

Crossovers galore!

"Gangster" edits will never stop being funny.

A few miscellaneous shirts, including the classic--now with a new Dragon Ball Z-inspired logo!

Real Rick and Morty fans have a different "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right" shirt for every day of the week, plus a few extras.

After that, I checked out the bootleg poster store next door and found a new illustration. I'm not sure if it's AI or not.

I've posted this design before, but I see it in EVERY bootleg sign store, and it cracks me up every time. It's just perfect.

"Come on, Morty! Let's drive around while we get blasted!"

Rick's wearing a goat necklace, so you know he's the GOAT. Certified loverboy? Certified portal traveler.

[astraeasatelier]

Chapter 1 - Regret

[If they were there that day instead of me…] [I wonder…if Mizuki would still be here with us…]

Location: Ena's room

Ena: ...I can't draw.

(The theme this time is "tranquility", but...)

(I...can't get it out on paper)

(...Ever since that day, she's been leaving my messages on read...)

(Even when I asked Akito, all he had to say was "She's been absent from school, so I dunno"...)

Mizuki...

Flashback

Boy student A: Are you a crossdresser too?

Flashback end

Ena: ... ..

(It seems like those guys from school knew...)

(But...)

Flashback

Mizuki: I can't tell you about what's bothering me right now...But if I can work up the courage to tell you, I'd like you to hear me out.

Meiko: There are times when talking can lead to unfortunate outcomes.

Flashback end

Ena: (Mizuki must have been so scared...all this time...)

(Even then, she put on a brave face and tried to tell me...)

(...If only...)

(I was more straightforward with her then...)

(...Tch... Thinking won't get me anywhere...)

(I'm sure Mizuki is feeling cornered, too...)

Kanade's voice: [Ena, are you online?]

Ena: Ah... It's already 25 o' clock?!

[Sorry, I'm online. Are you working already?]

Kanade: [Yup.]

Mafuyu: [I just uploaded the updated lyrics. I'm not sure it'll go well with the illustration, though...]

Ena: [Got it. I'll take a look at it soon.]

[Oh, I just finished coloring. You can take a look at what I have too. I'm uploading it now.]

Kanade: [Thanks, I'll look over it.]

[...Mm, these are great. Thanks Enanan and Yuki.]

Ena: [Oh? Ah... That's good to hear.]

[I'll just make some minor adjustments and draw them in.]

Kanade: [Sounds good. Do your best.]

[...At the rate we're going, I wonder if we can upload this by the end of the week?]

[I'd really like Amia to make a music video for this, but...she seems kind of busy, so we'll just upload it with a still image.]

Mafuyu: [Okay.]

Kanade: [Though...it's not like her to disappear for so long like this. I'm used to hearing Amia's voice every day while I work, so it's kind of lonely without her...]

Ena: [...Mm...]

(...I can't say it)

(...I can't tell them about what happened to Mizuki...)

Kanade: [Enanan, is something wrong?]

Ena: [Eh?]

Kanade: [It seemed like you had something to say...]

Ena: [Ah... Sorry! It's nothing, really.]

[At any rate, we'd better get to work. It looks like we don't have much left, anyway.]

Kanade: [...? Well, alright...]

Mafuyu: [If there aren't any issues with the lyrics, I'll include them in the video.]

Ena: [That works for me, so go ahead.]]

Mafuyu: [Got it.]

Ena: [K, is there anything else you want me to draw? I have a bit of spare time, so I can make whatever you need.]

Kanade: [Oh, really? Let me think...]

Ena: [...Kanade and Mafuyu would have just accepted it without another thought...]

[...and just as Mizuki hoped, nothing would change...]

[If they were there that day instead of me...]

[I wonder...if Mizuki would still be here with us...]

[saysike-skedoodles]

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[BTW- if you're an account that does NSFW/ Fetish content, I kindly ask for you to not interact with my work. Please don't take this the wrong way, I respect your interests, but I'm uncomfortable with that content and wish to not engage with it :] ] ---

After being told by the rabbit to go get his gloves or else he was going to be late (for what? Bex still didn't know), Bex made her way through the house into the rabbit's room. She still didn't understand why or how he would mistake her as someone named 'Mary-Ann', but nonetheless, if she could find these gloves, she could maybe ask the rabbit where he was off to. Upon walking in she noticed a small dish on a vanity table that had little cookies in it. Bex took one for herself, "Oh, don't mind if I do, I don't think he'll mind if I take one." Bex said. But once she got to the drawer with the rabbit's gloves, her head had hit the ceiling with a squeak sound and she's stuck in the rabbit's house.

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A DOUBLE POST WHAT???? YES INDEED- and they're both Wonderland related- WHAT ARE THE ODDS????? Very likely actually considering I don't ever shut up about Alice in Wonderland. (I'm pretty sure I did rant about it and how darker takes to a friend last night for about 30 minutes or something HAH.) I care a lot about the funny Wonderland story more than I should probably. But eh it's fiiiiiiine. Back to this art- for once it actually isn't based on a frame from the 1951 film but is INSTEAD a redraw of the Tenniel illustrations present in the original Alice's Adventures in Wonderland novel! I figured it would more of a fun challenge to undertake since I've been trying to push myself to draw more interesting poses as of recent. Of course I know when there's a limit to my artstyle and what I can and can't draw, but I'm still doing these to at least find some way to draw them in my own way. (And also a way to know how to do this scene if I ever get the chance to make Bex in Wonderland a real animated short.) This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be- out of all the scenes I didn't exactly know how I was going to approach this one cuz of the scaling and all that. But hey I somehow did it! Speaking of Alice in Wonderland I might go rewatch the film again. Been wanting to watch something a bit whimsical again recently.

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Hey, hey, hey! Guess who drew something for Halloween but forgot to actually post it? I did. Granted, I posted this publicly at 1:48 AM on November 1st so it wasn't officially on Halloween... Eh, it's not like I'll be blinded, tied and given a cigar before being lit by a firing squad for such a missight. I do need to work on prepping my drawings though!

Anyways, comment and critique time! I personally both like but also don't like how this came out! I didn't have the time to go all out like I had originally planned. I was working against the clock, and even still, I wasn't able to make it! I wanted to draw something "comic"-y if that makes sense? Bold use of monochrome and hatching. However, as someone had pointed out to me, I really need to work on being more consistent with my hatching as the difference between the hatching on the characters such as Kirby, King Dedede and Waddle Dee and the hatching on the "BOOOOO!" text clash with one another. The text having big thick lines that are spaced out, whereas the characters have soft thin feather-like hatching. A long with that, I feel like certain parts such as the bandages on the Waddle Dees or Kirby have poor indication of where the shadows are, like there's a general hatching but a overlay hatching that's darker if that makes sense.

Something like this is what I mean? That's what I felt I didn't do well! I'd like to think a lot of what I felt was missing was because I was rushing hence why it's liking in important shading such as that. Though, whether I'm rushing or not it's best I make it a habit to keep in mind when I do drawings with a heavy emphasis on hatching.

As you can see not much changed between the final and the sketch. Mainly I changed the spacing between everyone, removed the bandages from King Dedede cause I felt it didn't look "pharaoh" enough! Originally, it was going to be King Dedede as a Pharaoh mummy and Kirby as a Indiana Jones adventurer but I couldn't figure out how to draw that so I just went with an idea of Kirby chasing King Dedede for the candy he had... I should've drawn a few dropped candies here and there to make that more clear. Cause otherwise it looks a little odd, right?

Here's a fun little speed-draw of my illustration. I love doing these but I don't do them enough. It's so cool that ClipStudio has such a feature! ClipStudio rocks! You can tell where I struggled and kept going back and forth on.

Oh! Something I've realized. Having fitting music is great for drawing! I made this drawing to the Bangle's Dance like an Egyptian, Kikuo's Invitation from Spooky, and Camel by Camel, having fitting music for your drawing makes the process a lot more fun! It like... makes the drawing more immersive!