#Oooh I wanna draw em....

[0xeyedaisy]

Oh it is so joever for me.... Im thinking about self insert x canon stuff... Goodnes gracious...,,,,,,,,

[iraprince]

Absolutely love the Infodump on Cookie she's so good. however!! I remember you made a trio of characters for this game and were torn about which one to play, then decided the other two could be his attendants.

How are those two, what are they up to?? Have you done much with them in the game so far? (And even if not, wanna give us some tastey information about 'em?)

💜

oooh yes! those two are sir velvet the unsmiling (it/she), and damned-if-i-do/dandy (he/they). let's pull up their art (esp now that i have crispy clean new scans!!! i think i have only ever posted this art as shitty phone pics prior to this)

ANYWAY. it turns out that even though attendants are a built-in part of the noble sweetheart playbook (cookie's title) and you're SUPPOSED to be using them... for me in practice, when i'm actually playing the game, i just keep totally forgetting lmfao!!!! :') rping with my other party members and chasing quests and stuff is so engaging that my brain is totally booked with just being cookie, let alone two additional npcs, so sadly dandy and velvet have not gotten a ton of screentime in the current campaign

BUT that really just makes me eager to one day play them properly in a different campaign, whether that's them each taking their turn as player characters like was originally intended, or when i'm GMing a campaign of my own (i'm trying to write up something for my friends, but i have no idea when it's actually gonna happen bc i'm so busy rip... but when i do, cookie and her attendants will def be npcs)

i honestly don't have MUCH i can say abt them, bc since i haven't played them much i also havent developed them much... i suppose i can give summaries tho!

in terms of vibes velvet is very much like, "guy who is brooding so hard that it stops being mysterious or having any gravity at all and is mostly just making people wonder if she's like? okay?????" like there is only so long you can spend with your back to the rest of the group clenching your fist and muttering to yourself before people just start kind of glossing over it and being like "oh haha that's CLASSIC sir velvet the unsmiling!!!"... mix this with a heady dose of "[nasal voice] UM, you forgot to collect the homework" and somehow you have created a creature ideal for wrangling cookie's effusive elaborate scatterbrained whims, somehow, most of the time. velvet is really similar to a different Brooding Goth Knight character i have wherein my formula is "make a character who looks extremely fucking sicknasty badass, then never ever ever stop making fun of them ever"

dandy is cookie's quartermaster, and so unlike velvet (who's usually assumed to be traveling around with cookie, even if i am constantly forgetting to roleplay that it's doing that) he mostly chills at chateau gorgeous looking after his liege's affairs and making sure the ppl who live there are fed + sheltered + generally taken care of. they are pretty much velvet's exact opposite in terms of temperament; EVERYTHING gets velvet's hackles up, NOTHING phases dandy. i need to be careful bc i am starting to arbitrarily ship them just from typing this. anyway, dandy is largely non-verbal; they're able to speak if really necessary, but they would just rather not, and if there's really no way around it they'd rather just sidle over to cookie and whisper it to her, and then let her communicate whatever they want to say to the rest of the group on their behalf; if cookie's not around, you're just gonna have to figure out how to communicate w him otherwise. which always works out fine bc dandy is very patient and used to getting along in silence!

that's about all i've got rn... i will def post it here if i come up with or draw anything else that's fun tho :) ty for the ask!

[prrtnrr]

YAY TOOK EM LONG ENOUgh

Also oooh we getting any p5 ships? PEGORYU MAYBE

((im too excited to keep this to myself lol, i love the smt persona series if anyone was curious, but i wanna explore yosuke meeting all these persona users who came before his group and after his group. i think thats neat :) i been trying to think of a way to have them all meet without it seeming like im just throwing characters together, least i hope it comes off that way, im not super confident in my writing but goddamn if im not having a great time doing this. idk if anyone was as invested in the p5 flower child au as i was, but i was suuuper into it, tatsujun parenting means the world to me. cant wait to draw dilf tatsuya for p5 ships, i might! theres a couple p5 ones i think are cute like makoto/haru or pegoryu bc i have taste- now more insane ramblings under the cut bc i cant shut up

i do wanna say some ships i wont be doing so yall can see inside my twisted mind- * i dont ship futaba with anyone, shes so baby sister coded to me, i cant it feels illegal * im not a big fan of akechi lol and with the way im loosely following the plots of the persona games, akechis not gonna show up unless he was mentioned/flashback, bc... yk... he kinda... well thats spoilers but ykyk. also theres only room for one detective prince in my heart (naoto)

to round it off some fun plot points i wanna explore (feel free to add any thru asks too i think its fun to have this be collaborative) * Souji and Akira get velvet room time together, souji gets to chill in a nice limo, akiras always in jail, its goofy * ryuji, futaba, and ann bumping into rise and naoto walking around the central shopping district, ryuji goes nuts bc thats rissette, ann goes nuts bc thats rissette and the original detective prince, futaba makes a joke that theyre dating bc naoto and rise are walking closely and have matching necklaces, kanji shows up, kanji also has a matching necklace. ryuji falls to his knees and yells YOU CAN DO THAT????????? * i have a cute idea for Rise and Ann talking about their inspirations for how they both got into their lines of work, i think they have a lot of overlap * Haru and Yukiko talking about having to take over their family businesses, the stress of it, being grateful for having the opportunity but also resenting said opportunity * Kanji, Ryuji, and Chie training together, talking about why they train, how they become stronger to be able to protect ppl they care about (kanji with biker gangs for his mom) (chie fighting off bullys who pick on kids, and her exp with Takeshi from her slink) (Ryuji training to continue to protect the track team hes no longer part of) * Futaba and Yosuke talking about video games, yosuke becoming overwhelmed by just how much futaba knows about video games, new baby sister unlocked * ryuji and teddie almost get arrested, they hype each other up too much, dangerous combo * Makoto and Naoto have a law and order moment * Nanako and Futaba talking about dads :) an opportunity for Futaba to feel like someones elder while Nanako makes Futaba feel like shes the younger one. why is nanako so responsible. * hey yall ever remember that ken amada p3 is the same age as the p5 cast, they were all born in 1998, isnt that-))

[froot-batty]

With the holidays coming up soon, it has me curious: how do the rogues celebrate the holidays? Whether it's Christmas, Hanukkah, or just in general

Oooh this is a fun one !!

Due to the nature of being a rogue, a lot of them can't throw real big celebrations, either because they don't have a lot of people to celebrate with or because it'd draw too much attention. But that doesn't stop them from having their fun !!

While Jervis likes the holidays purely for the aesthetics, Jon and Ed are both reluctant to celebrate Christmas (negative religious upbringings). Jerv basically has to force them to get together, yet despite their griping Jon and Ed always make gifts for the other two. It's not the biggest Christmas celebration, but it works for them

Jon's only good memories associated with Christmas is the food his grandmother made. While she was usually terrible, something about the holidays did bring out a sliver of kindness in her. He continues the tradition and always cooks good meals around Christmastime for Ed and Jervis. Jervis can actually cook, so she's allowed to help, but Ed will just start stealing things if he's let in

Oz, greedy little man he is, always decorates the Iceberg Lounge around the holidays. He himself however has no real strong feelings about any kinds of personal celebrations - but he will accept any gifts anyone wants to give him. Free things are always welcome!

All in all, Oz prefers New Years, as that's when people come to the Lounge to count down and get wasted on champagne. It's another reminder that he's survived another year, too

Daichi is a pox upon everyone who dares to have ears during the holidays. She's like this world's version of Mariah Carey. A warning bell to the festive nightmare of carols to come

For the most part though he's not up to much mischief. He'll be out caroling or attending any nice parties he can slip himself into. But he will be all that you hear on your radio until February

(Only one rogue is in this one, but I don't care, I wanna talk about 'em >:])

Bruce and Selina don't celebrate heavily (Bruce after his parent's death, Selina because she only celebrates because of Bruce), but during Hanukkah she stays in the manor and they'll light the menorah together each night. It's the one time in the year Bruce lets himself eat terribly, and Selina takes ADVANTAGE of that. She has gotten so good at making fried food

When they become things, sometimes Red or Spoils will stop by to hang out with the two of them. It's like living with three sisters with how much Bruce gets bullied

Harley has her Christmas adoration despite being Jewish, just like in canon. She can't help it! The trees are just so pretty when they're all lit up!

However, Harley has one tradition. Every year, during Hanukkah, she has to put up a framed portrait of......him......

[gh0stface-k1sser]

U DONT HAVE TO DRAW THEM I JS WANNA SHOW OFF MY BABIES LIKE A PROUD PARENT

^mars' scene partner (cayce) communicates mainly thru emoticons and she needs to consult the other scene bitch (mark) to decipher i love tjem sm

^list of (most) of my ocs for this universe :3

THERE R KINDA OLD M SORRY 😭

OOOH :0 if i still have motivation I might draw some of em 🤭 PUTTING THEM IN MY POCKET!!!

[notthebestatart]

OOOH THE ANGST MATERIAL

Bro I fucking love death family angst shit hit different it's so good I wanna draw em I wanna draw the "You're not my son." BROOO

[kakushino]

Greetings! I'm the anon from this ask! I swear I wanted to see if it was answered like two days after I send it, then I fucking forgot HSHSHSH.

anyway! thank you for the reply and the verrry useful information! With it, I could finalize and demonize my kny bbys. I could only do two out of four today, but I wanna hear cha thoughts on em.

heres Daisuke! Two versions, I can't decide between grey or tanish skin

As seen in the little doodles next to him, he's a water demon! not directly related to Giyuu and his bloodline, but kinda like cousins.

The Nakamura line of demons are coastal/ sea demons! They earliest documented ancestors of their escaped the facility that held them and vanished into the sea. There, they lived in small groups. Sometimes, the females would leave to have offspring with other demons (mostly demons that lived in the town near the sea) and come back. The bloodline was mostly, perfectly pure.

Living in the ocean by Izu Peninsula, they would occasionally devoure the unfortunate tourist that wandered to close to one of them and didn't consider their warning. Or the occasionally disrespectful teenagers that took daddy's boat out to the sea and threw their trash overboard. So far, from the entire bloodline, they all together killed only around 15 humans. And that over several years.

They prefer fish, crustaceans, and jellyfish especially.

There's NO case of a domesticated Nakamura. All that have been captured and kept in captivity died soon after.

Thanks to poachers hunting them and selling them to eager scientists who want to be first to domesticate them, there's only 3 left. Siblings all too, the oldest sister Mizuki and the twins, Osuke and Daisuke.

I have sooo much more lore about them, but I think this ask is getting a biiiit too long. HSHSHHS I wanna know your opinion, thoughts, and criticism on em! If u want I could even give you the story idea I had for them in dms :00

OG ask

Oh I LOVE LOVE LOVE how you draw by the way!!! The details of the markings are spectacular and the sea doodles? 🥺🙏❤️ I'm in love!

I'd go with grey skin for Daisuke to be honest, just because it adds to the aberrant feel of a demon (and also because it looks freaking cool okay)

Cousins! Damn the lore drop fed me well! Nakamura demons my beloved! Have they developed more fish-like features? Like webbed skin between their fingers for easier swimming? Or elongated feet with fin-like structure? I adore the chomps doodle, it made me giggle ❤️

Where do they hide during the day? Underwater? In caves? Oooh DO THEIR MARKS GLOW IN THE DARK?

I honestly don't mind big lore drops! It gives more opportunity to ask questions and talk about it 😌 I can't wait to hear more of your OC's! Can I link this ask + future posts in the collab masterlist? 🙏

[ghostleaves]

🎮🍝🤔

🎮VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

“Y’know, I was gonna say drawing as one of ���em, but like, that’s kinda my job too so… uh. Well. Whatever, drawing. The other two? Makeup. I have a shit ton of palettes with all the pretty colors. My favorite brand is Melt Cosmetics ‘cause they have an eyeshadow shade called ‘chismosa’ and, like, same. HA! Always liked watching my tía doing her makeup ‘cause she made her eyebrows suuuuper thin and arched. Not my thing but I dig it. Oh! Last one, last one, umm… is taking naps a hobby? I don’t think it is. Oh my god, wait, duh. Animal Crossing. I take so fucking long designing those little houses for the animals on the island thing dude. My god.”

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

“GYO-“ *loud clap* “-ZA!” *loud clap* “OH GOD I LOVE GYOZA SO MUCH. Dude, get me a dozen of those?” *long whistle* “Tssshhhh…. forget it, man. Forget it. I’m yours. …Until I finish it. Then I’mma just pretend I don’t like you again! HA! Mm, what else, what else… ooooh. Birria. The kind made with lamb or goat. Fuck my mouth is watering. Jesus. So fucking bomb.

I liked guavas a lot as a kid, still do, I just don’t really eat them as much. And I liiiiike… oh! I like dipping my fries in ice cream. In-N-Out fries and a chocolate shake? Yeah. That’s my shit right there.”

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

“…Why? Huh?” *squint*

“Why do you wanna know? Mn?”

“…Okay well if you have to know… I brush my teeth kinda hard. Look, I don’t know, okay?! It feels right! And it’s kinda funny looking at how fucked up my toothbrush is compared to another person’s if I’m sharing a bathroom with them. Oh god dude it’s worse if I’m listening to a song I really like. Bloodrocuted had to be taken off of my getting-ready-for-bed-and-winding-down playlist ‘cause I was going through toothbrushes too fast after a couple weeks. Whoops.

Uh… well, I don’t leave my purse or wallet or anything on the floor. Superstition that you lose money that way. My mom said the devil takes it. But like my mom’s kinda… okay, you know Edward Scissorhands? That lady with all the candles with the saints on ‘em and the organ? Yeah. But still. I don’t wanna risk it.

I get anxious a lot so I kinda hold my breath when I get tense, I think. Or I’ll wiggle my foot around, or I start, like, playing with whatever I’m holding. I should probably get some slime or something… give it a big ol’ squish. Oooh maybe they make Cinnamoroll ones! Just gotta hide it if I find one. All my Cinnamoroll shit goes missing sometimes and I don’t know why. Mph.”

[outer-space-face]

Top five cryptids!!!! :)

Oooh okay here's my list:

5: Jackalope

These are just plain cute :) there's no real significant reason I love 'em, I just think they're neat. I wanna feed them some little carrots or celery from my hand.

4: Mothman

The moth boy himself!! Such a fun little guy. Love his look too. Something about an unhinged winged creature looming over people and cities is just so darn cool. Also, according to that one statue of him, incredible dumpy. Absolutely caked up.

3: Ogopogo

One that I don't know how many people know of outside of Canada but it's one that I've always loved. Similar energy to Nessie but more sea serpent-like. There's something so whimsical about Ogopogo and I love that. Also the name is objectively the best thing in the universe.

2: Fresno Night Crawlers

LOOK AT THOSE LITTLE GUYS. JUST. SUCH LITTLE GUYS. I LOVE EM'. WHO WOULDN'T?? Really fun to draw too! They're very quintessentially foresty and fun about them. Gotta love it :)

1: Loch Ness Monster (nessie)

Aaah a classic. There's something so oddly gentle and calm about her, I just wanna give her a little pat on the back. She deserves so many pats. I also feel like she probably lives a pretty peaceful life and considering there hasn't been many recent sightings (at least not that I know of) she's probably not been bothered for a while which is good :) also I am legally required to quote the ICONIC linein twilight. (YOU NICK-NAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER??? 🤬😤😠)

Thank you so much for the ask chir! And also sorry I am kinda late to this ask lol. But this was super fun! Please lemme know what you're top 5 are 'cause I'm very cuious :)

[too-gay-for-marvel]

trick or treat treat treat

a/n: am i a week late for halloween? yes, but i’m going to continue to drag it out for as long as I can because thats my decision 😌 i took a bit of liberty with these but dont worry, you still get the fluff!

Request: Oooh Nat and werewolf R going trick or treating with their kids pls pls pls                 Oh what about werewolf R loving halloween?? Like going all out on halloween decorations and carving pumpkins and sharing scary stories??

Word Count: 1,641

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

“Where do these go?” James asked, holding up the pile of paper bats he had cut out with his brothers.

“Up on the wall, spread em out!” You told him, shooing him off to the living room. “Perfection, James!”

“How about this?” Bea asked, her little voice barely reaching you over the Monster Mash blaring through your surround sound. She had a very-clearly-child-made pumpkin drawing in her hands.

“That,” you said, kneeling down to be on her level, “can go in Mama’s room.” You gave her a wink and rushed her off, laughing to yourself as her little legs took her as fast as possible.

“When are we smashing pumpkins?” Jeff asked, Anton quick on his heels.

“Tomorrow, we gotta do it after Halloween so we can have them lit tonight,” you explained as you started climbing back on the ladder to finish putting the miniature fog machines in the hanging lamps. “Still gotta keep the ghouls away, right?”

“Do we have anything to smash?” Anton asked, almost whining.

“Go smash your Uncle Tony’s pumpkin,” Nat said, finally coming back from getting last-second candy with said Uncle. “His is the ugliest anyway.”

“Yes!”

“Thanks, Mama!” Both boys shouted as they already started running to the kitchen to grab the pumpkin.

“That’s not nice, you know,” you said. Nat moved closer and wrapped her arms around your legs, her head barely reaching the backs of your knees.

“He would let Morgan do the same and you know it,” she answered.

You climbed down from the ladder after setting the last fog machine and turned around to properly hug your wife. It was going to be a rough night, and you wanted nothing more than to stay with her and the kids the whole time. But you would take what you could get without any complaints.

“Find the candy?” You asked.

“I stole some from Steve,” she admitted sheepishly, causing you to let out a small howl of laughter.

“Of course you did,” you said.

Natasha leaned further into you, allowing you to just smell the life on her. The leftover pumpkin spice on her jacket, the snickerdoodle in her hair, the faintest hint of caramel on her breath. Not to mention the feel of her pulse and the smell of her sweat, but you usually tried to ignore that. For her sake, of course.

“When are we going trick-r-treating?” Bea asked as she came back into the room. You had to try your hardest to hide the laugh that bubbled up when you saw the glue covering not only her hands, but her face and clothes.

“We can go as soon as you and your brothers are dressed,” you said quickly, shooing her out of the living room so you could have a little more time with your wife.

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Nat asked, giving you a quizzical look.

“Not if I wanna go for a bit,” you answered. The music was far too loud now, almost piercing, and you had to turn it down substantially just to be able to concentrate.

“I thought it was tomorrow,” Nat mused aloud while you nodded.

“I did too,” you sighed. “An Elder called earlier to make sure I was prepared.”

“At least you got a warning,” Nat said softly, although you could hear the upset in her voice.

“I can still go for a bit,” you said as you walked over to give her another hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. “And I’m always watching.”

“That makes you sound like a stalker,” Nat snorted.

“Maybe I am,” you argued. “You don’t know.”

“Mama!”

Both you and Nat turned your heads toward the scream coming from deeper in your house. Only when all four kids came out did your pulse relax, instead focusing on trying not to laugh at the suspiciously thrown-on costumes.

“We need help,” James said simply, his eyes downcast slightly so as not to have to make eye contact.

“I can see that,” Nat said softly. “Let’s get you ready.”

“I think you all look like a bunch of monsters already,” you said with a shrug. Nat slapped you in the stomach once the kids had turned around.

“I’m supposed to be a princess,” Bea said quietly.

“I know, little pup,” you answered as you scooped her up into your arms and walked back to her room. “And you’re the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.”

“A monster princess?” Bea asked, and you couldn’t tell if there was hope or worry in her voice.

“The prettiest, scariest monster princess in the world,” you answered.

“I knew it,” she whispered with a grin.

Getting the kids ready was a mission all of its own. James was trying to dress up like his namesake but couldn’t get the dramatic makeup just right, leading to Nat just smearing black over his eyes; he loved it.

Next was Anton, who wanted to go as Zorro. Why? You had no earthly idea, as far as you knew he had never even seen the movies. But that’s what he wanted to be, and you’d be damned if you didn’t help him. So Nat finished zipping up the suit and handed him the little plastic sword that she had begrudgingly let Sam buy him.

Jeff wanted to be just like his idol; Velma Dinkley from Scooby Doo. You had spent many nights asking Nat where that idea had come from seeing as you rarely saw him watching it, but Nat said it was something he had wanted to dress up as for ages. So you had done your best to find him the most amazing Velma costume you and Wanda could find, and by god did your boy rock it.

And little Bea was last, wanting to be a werewolf princess. When you had brought it up to the Elders - as was required - they had said it was offensive and you should tell her to change it. But when you saw how excited she was, you turned around and told the Elders to get fucked.

So now your sweet little girl was in a princess outfit with harry hands and a werewolf mask.

“I look just like you!” Bea exclaimed as she jumped into your arms.

“You’re much prettier, little pup,” you said with a wink and a smile.

“Everyone ready?” Nat asked as you carried Bea into the living room.

A chorus of “yes” rang through the living room, and you set Bea back onto the floor so she could run and grab her plastic pumpkin basket. Everyone did their last minute adjustments of masks and costumes before looking like soldiers ready for battle.

Of course they were the most serious when it came to candy.

“Let’s hit the road,” Nat said with a head gesture toward the door. “Aunts and Uncles will meet us outside.”

Nat was right, and everyone was outside. Since you and Nat were the only ones who truly lived in the suburbs, the kids liked your neighbourhood better; they could get much more candy in a much shorter time.

Billy, Tommy, and Morgan practically ran to greet your own kids, all of them dressed in… you didn’t know what, but if anyone asked, you definitely knew. All that really mattered to you, though, were the smiles on your kids faces as they ran from house to house, gathering as many goodies as they could ever want.

“Dad tax,” you said after the fifth house, quickly grabbing a few pieces of candy from each kid.

“But Mama doesn’t have a tax,” Anton said with a frown.

“She does now,” Nat said quickly, grabbing a piece from each kid’s bucket.

“I blame you,” Jeff mumbled to himself before the group of kids ran off to yet another house.

“Want a snickers?” Bea asked, staying behind for this one.

“Thank you, little pup, but I can’t eat chocolate, remember?” You said softly, giving her a gentle smile.

“Oh, I forgot,” she mumbled. “How about a lollipop?”

“That sounds delicious,” you said, scrunching up your nose with a smile and taking the lollipop handed to you.

“Softy,” Nat whispered to you as Bea ran off to join her brothers and cousins.

“What can I say,” you shrugged, popping the sucker into your mouth. “Can’t say no to the werewolf princess.”

The night continued, with the kids racing each other to houses and you stealing your Dad Tax every fifth house. You all laughed when Morgan told Tony that his Dad Tax was illegal and, actually, he owed her candy. And as the night continued and you could feel the moon starting to rise, you felt better knowing that your kids had still enjoyed their Halloween.

“You’re shaking,” Nat told you as you both walked slightly behind the group.

“I’m pushing my luck a bit,” you said with a sad smile.

“Go on,” Nat said, her hands resting on your arm and stomach. “They know you’re watching.”

“I’ll be back to take care of the sugar hangover,” you said quickly.

“Good, because I’m letting them eat as much as they want,” Nat teased.

“Of course you are,” you sighed. You leaned down to give Nat a kiss, holding back with everything you had so you could enjoy your last few moments for the night. “I love you.”

“We love you too,” Nat answered quietly. “Now go,” she said as she pushed you away. “I’m not explaining to the HOA why the neighbourhood is traumatised.”

“Don’t let Uncle Steve ruin their fun,” you called out, ignoring the look of indignation on Steve’s face as you jogged your way to the wooded area across the street.

The pain didn’t even register as all you could think about was your wife and childrens’ smiling faces and laughter echoed in your ears.

[nb-n0v4]

okay i gotta know, whats the observer's Lore.. they look so cool i wanna know more abt them!!

oooh ok *rubs hands together*

this got surprisingly long so under a cut it goes!

So! Firstly, he is in fact for another dr who AU, which will surprise no one who's been on my blog longer than 5 minutes. Basically what he came from was, I've always been fascinated with the concept of like, eldritch and cosmic horror and specifically cosmic horrors attempting to blend in with humanity (or in this case human-adjacent beings lmao)

So that's what the Observer is! He's a cosmic being that, upon finding itself being hunted by the Time Lords, decided to hide itself right under their noses by weaving itself into and taking over the timeline of the Doctor with the reasoning that, with it's foresight as a near omnipotent entity, it knows that then they couldn't get rid of it without basically destabilizing the universe.

I always planned on having him be uncanny valley, since I really enjoy the trope of something trying just a little too hard to be human and coming off as vaguely horrifying because of it, and then I watched the mandala catalogue and then I really got ideas.

The Observer as I've drawn it now is one that has no need to hide from the Time Lords at present, since they've been locked away in their pocket dimension post time-war. I like to think that it was kinda slow in getting to the point of how he looks and stuff now, with it slowly becoming more obvious as the regenerations go on that something ain't quite right, as he starts to become more aware of his, I guess, second nature.

Cause the thing is he didn't truly awaken to what he was until he looked into the untempered schism, and even after that it took a while to fully comprehend what that meant, and honestly even now he hasn't fully grasped it. It's an interesting situation of being aware that he's cosmically and dimensionally much bigger than he seems but being too limited in some ways to fully experience it. Him attempting to fully comprehend the bigger more cosmic part of himself is difficult at best and downright impossible at worst.

It leads to a lot of funky moments of depersonalization/disassociation and he's got a bunch of piercings that I haven't drawn him with yet and like fidget rings and stuff to help with that, as well as some tats.

There are a lot of moments where it leaks through though, and I spent a lot of time wondering like, what are things that could be uncanny about him without it being super obvious yknow, and eventually I landed on a couple of things.

Firstly, and most noticeably, he got too many got dang teeth. If I ever bothered to count them it's supposed four extra on the top and bottom. He's also got no canines, but other than that his teeth are normal.

The second thing is that shadows tend to act weird around him. they group heavy around his eyes and sometimes his shadow seems to move by itself.

Third is that his face is totally symmetrical, and his measurements are like, too proportional. Like y'know how when you draw figures there are base rules for roughly what you could expect the width of the shoulders, length of the arms and legs, etc. to be? His are like, perfectly proportional. this is least likely to show up in my work cause I'm definitely not that good lmao

and finally, his pupils! They're always super dilated, and I actually have a reason for this one! I can't remember where I read it, I think it may have been on the wiki, but I remembered seeing that Time Lords basically can dilate/contract their pupils consciously, which like, wack. And the Observer doesn't rely to heavily on outside stimuli cause he's got the whole higher being thing going on and it kinda fucks with his sensory processing something awful on a good day. So he doesn't rely on input from his eyes to see much, instead relying on timelines and shit, which means he doesn't really keep track of his eyes/keeps em covered so, big-ass pupils.

no this isn't just an excuse to project my sensory processing onto a character what are you talking about haha

Anyway this got super fucking long but in terms of like, story lore, I may write some snippets but there's definitely a heavier pull towards sci-fi horror with this dude, with a decent amount of analogue horror just for funsies ❤️electronics from before the 30th century tend to go haywire around him, which is always fun. Y'know, incomprehensible messages that may or may not drive you to madness if you listen/look at them for too long flashing on glitching screens and leaking out of the nearby radio.

He does admittedly lean into this a little bit, since he does find it kinda funny to watch people get creeped out, but he usually dials it back before any real harm is done. Unless someone pisses him off. I have a whole scene rattling around in this old noggin of a kidnapped Rose and Jack, a very angry Observer, and a compound wide intercom that hey, the weird grabled noises in the background of him talking aren't getting louder . . . are they?

[nightfurynova1217]

Near for the ask meme! 😊

Yaaaasss!! My best boi 💛💛

How I feel about this character

I mean, if that opening doesn't say it all then Idk what does XD He's definitely gotta be my favorite character in all of DN, it just... it doesn't matter what he does I just freaking love him with everything I have. Haha, I even remember saying that L was my favorite until I read the manga, then Near swore (just once) at one point and I couldn't stop laughing. It was then, that I knew... It was him. Plus he's fun to draw, once I figured out how to do his hair right, lol

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Alright this one gets a little weird. First off, I hc him as Ace, and if I were to just look him through canon, I couldn't see him with anyone... but boy, when I'm in the mood for fluff or AU's, LindaXNear is my OTP. By. Far. I could read or write about them all day. 💛

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Gotta say with Mello and/or L, again for the fluff AU's. I can definitely see either of them taking on a Big Brother(tm) role and I just live for found family. XD platonic relationships are underrated OOOH, and I definitely like the dynamics with him and Rester too! Tons of room to explore that relationship and the mutual respect and admiration they have for each other.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Oof, when it comes to Near, sometimes the unpopular thing is to even like him, haha! But on a bit more of a serious note, I actually think he wants friends and, though still introverted, gets really lonely (speaking from experience irl). Just someone to talk to really, but he never wanted to play outside like everyone else at Wammy's, because he sucked at any outdoor activities, and he was usually interested in things no one else was, so the only common ground he had was with studies. And even then the only time they'd talk to him about that was when they needed help. :/

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I would have LOVED to see why he likes Mello. We get some vague answers, like saying that he respects him and that Mello has strengths he doesn't, but I mean, Mello hated Near with a burning passion and is just a downright jerk to him, going so far as to point a freaking GUN at his head. I wanna see why Near tolerated that. Like are there happier memories that Near doesn't want to let go of and/or shaped the mentality of "There's good in you" or "It doesn't have to stay this way"? Bruh, we don't know! Because we know he hated Kira, or at least disliked him! So it's not like "it's not in him" to dislike Mello in return, or at least be indifferent. But no! He actively likes Mello in canon! I NEED ANSWERS!! fine I'll make 'em myself

[creativortexx]

Oooh since I’ve officially reached 1k followers after being here for like 5 years, I wanna do something special to celebrate!! So feel free to leave some drawing requests in my inbox and I’ll try to get to em all!! Thank you all for the support ❤️❤️❤️

[sodapopbuoy]

hey! how do i use soda pronouns? (i saw them and went OOOO FUNKY so i might wanna try em out myself!! :D)

oooh cool !! :D yeah sure lemme give you an example !!

"soda likes to draw, this is sodas sketchbook, soda drew eveything all by sodaself"

hope this helps! :]

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - COME TO THE RESCUE - Chapter 10

Translation of chapter 10 of the event ‘COME TO THE RESCUE’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Jacqueline: ♪~

Jacqueline: It’s finished-nano~♪ Gast-chama, look look-nano~

Gast: Oooh, that’s a real nice drawing you made there. This is…

Gast: Roasted paprika?

Jacqueline: Wrong-nano・・・

Jacqueline: Gast-chama and Papa both don’t have any artistic taste nor understand a lady’s heart!

Gast: Guh… nudged me right where it hurts, Jacqueline…

Jacqueline: Ren-chama. Ren-chama, do you see what Jacqueline drew?

Ren: …? This is….

Gast: You get it? All I manage to see is roasted paprika…

Ren: It’s Marion

Gast: Eh?

Jacqueline: Correct-nano~♪

Gast: EEEEEH!?

Ren: An enraged Marion that lost control of himself, lashing out with his whip.

Jacqueline: Eh・・・

Ren: We’re those little black things around Marion, right? He’s relentlessly whipping us, and all we can do is receive our punishment….

Jacqueline: T-that’s wrong~~~~!! Marion-chama isn’t angry!

Jacqueline: It’s a drawing where Marion-chama is saving everyone from fire-nano!

Ren: R-really? I was sure that….

Jacqueline: Geez~~~, Ren-chama is the same as Papa and Gast-chama-nano!

Gast: Haha. Too bad eh, Ren

Ren: ……

Marion: How noisy. Did something happen?

Jacqueline: Ah, Marion-chama welcome back-nano~♪

Marion: Yes, thank you Jacqueline

Jacqueline: Marion-chama, listen to this-nano. Gast-chama and-

Gast: Oooooh! That’s right Jacqueline, don’tcha want some ice cream?

Jacqueline: I wanna eat ice cream~♪

Gast: Bought a buncha ‘em earlier. C’mon let’s have our pick in the kitchen

Gast: Ren, leavin’ it up to you here!

Ren: Wh….

Marion: What now….?

Marion: More importantly, how was it today?

Ren: We did what we were told to do for training. And we smoothly wrapped up our patrol without any problems. 

Marion: I see...

Ren: ? ….Is helping out with the rescue team going well for you?

Marion: Why are you asking that. Obviously it’s going well.

Ren: No… It’s just, it looked like there was something

Marion: ………

Marion: ...While it’s not with that, it’s true that there is something that's frustrating me a little.

Marion: South’s sector ranking lowered again. With how the city became it’s expected that it would’ve but...

Marion: I heard how North had been pushed into first because of it...

Ren: North in first… Isn’t that a good thing?

Marion: There’s no way it is! Getting first like this is nothing to be happy about

Marion: Gh, damnit…! I accepted the request to aid the rescue team because I couldn’t stand this and yet...

Marion: Ren!

Ren: !! 

Marion: I’ll get this through Gast’s head too later but….

Marion: Do not lose focus now that we’re in first. If you dare to slack off just a little bit on your missions, then expect to receive ten thousand lashings from me!

Ren: U-understood… I’ll be careful...

[thiswasinevitableid]

For the prompt fill, number 3 for Indruck seems pretty fitting!

Here you go! Prompt 3 was “sweet” , Indrid’s design is based on a barracuda and I went with SFW on this one.

“Duck, can you do me a favor when you lock up?” Leo dumps orange taffy into a glass jar. 

“Sure, what d’you need?”

“Got some locks for the garbage cans; put ‘em on after you set the alarm out back. Somethin’s been getting into our trash every damn night for the last week. It makes a god-awful mess and I’m worried we’re gonna get a fine for littering.”

Duck nods, turns his attention back to the flock of tourists approaching the window. The afternoon is swallowed up in a pit of sugar-sticky air and blasts of welcome cold from the freezer. There are worse places for a summer job than Tarkesian’s Sweets--he’s right by the water, can watch the wildlife on his lunch break, and Leo is low-maintenance boss--but after eight hours on his feet getting splashed with soda or burned on the popcorn machine, he’s ready to head home. The trash locks have other ideas.

It takes ten minutes of cursing and fumbling to get the first bin secured. He doesn’t even know how the damn things are getting overturned; they seem too heavy for a raccoon or seagull to knock to the ground. 

A tiny splash behind him, probably a fish jumping. 

Then a crooked, shiny pole slowly enters his periphery. In dim yellow of the streetlight, he can tell the end of it is curved. It pokes inelegantly at the wall, then the locked can, then the wall once again, and then Duck’s leg.

The hook pulls back, pauses, then pokes him again.

“The fuck?” He grabs it when it goes for another jab, pulls up only for his arms to be wrenched towards the water. Not to be outdone, he tugs harder. His opponent retaliates with enough force that he almost tumbles off the pier. He growls, braces his foot on the railing, and hauls the hook and its owner up onto worn wood with him. 

It’s a guy about his age, angular face framed by a mess of silver hair and pierced ears. Figures it’s some sort of artsy punk swimming around poking people in the leg. That explains why he’s shirtless too. 

It does not, however, explain why he has a tail. 

“Rude.” The guy sits up on his hands, silver and black tail flicking droplets of saltwater everywhere, “I don’t go around stopping you from eating.”

“Look man, I just wanted you to stop jabbin me and knockin the trash over.” Maybe if he doesn’t mention the tail it will go away. 

“How else am I supposed to get at those odd, pulpy tubs full of ‘cookies and cream’ or ‘bubblegum’?”

“The fuck--wait, you were tryin’ to get the ice cream containers out of the trash?”

“Yes? I also want more of the caramel apples” he pronounces the last word “applees” causing Duck to giggle in spite of himself. 

“Look, I have to piece words together from the signs on your store. And you obviously know what I meant or you would not be laughing, so do you have any in the cans or not?”

“Nope” Duck gets his laughter under control, “sold out of caramel apples today.” 

“Drat” the visitor starts scooting across the pier towards the unlocked trashcan, “I’ll see what else I can find.”

“Wait don’t fuckin knock that over, Leo’ll be pissed at me if he comes back to a mess, and I don’t feel like pickin up trash because you want a snack!”

“But I’m starving!” The merman, because at this point there’s no way he can deny that’s what’s been rooting through the garbage, whacks at Duck with his tail.

“I know for a damn fact there’s food down there.” He points at the bay. 

“Only if you can catch it, and only if it is not in another mer’s territory. Which much of this area is; I am new here, young, and thus have no claim to any patch of sea.”

“You ain’t got any family?” Something pings in his chest. It’s the part of his heart that made him pick out the runt of litter when his mom let him get a cat on his thirteenth birthday, that means he always splits his lunch with Juno because she’s running track and needs it more than he does, that makes him tear up when he thinks about everything a sapling has to survive to become a tree.

“Merfolk leave home at sixteen.” The merman shrugs.

Duck sighs, grabbing his keys, “If I bring you somethin to eat, will you leave the trash alone?”

“Yes.” 

He shuts off the alarm, grabs a cone and fills it with bright blue ice cream. The merman is back in the water when he returns, arms resting on the pier.

“Oooh, my favorite!” He takes the ice cream, biting huge chunks out of it as Duck re-arms the door. 

Crunch

“...The container is edible!!”

He sits next to the merman’s arms, “Guess you wouldn’t have had an ice cream cone before, huh.”

“No, but it is lovely. I wish humans threw these away more often.” He polishes off the treat, licks his fingers clean with moans Duck hears in his dreams later, and smiles, “thank you for the meal. Goodnight.” 

There’s a final flash of silvery tail, and then Duck’s alone in the breezy night air.

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“That’s a sandwich, correct?”

“AHfuck” Duck knocks over his water bottle in surprise. He’s eating behind the candy store like usual and not expecting an aquatic dining companion. 

“Apologies. I have seen you eating here before and thought you may like some company.” He sets a sea urchin on the ground and proceeds to bang on it with a rock. 

“Found some lunch?”

“I followed some otters; I was mainly trying to draw them, but they led me to a kelp bed no one else was in.”

“...Wait how do you draw underwater?”

“Let me finish cracking this open and I will show you.”

Duck spends the rest of his lunch break on his belly, the merman showing him a sketchbook and enchanted pen that conjures whatever colors the illustrator envisions. The mer is genuinely excited to talk to him. He assumes the nuzzling is due to him smelling like cotton candy; he doesn’t mind, the mer’s skin is cool and he makes cute little noises whenever he touches Duck. 

Before the stands, Duck asks, “You got a name?”

“Indrid.”

“Duck.” 

Indrid’s eyes flick to the nearby estuary.

“Yeah, like the bird. It’s a nickname.”

“I like it.” Indrid smiles, dives, and flaps his tail once in farewell.

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“Cutting school again?” Indrid’s voice bubbles up by his feet. 

“Yep.” Duck watches the spring clouds roll by from his favorite spot on the beach. It’s secluded and far from town, meaning no one will give him shit for skipping class and nobody will see Indrid.

He worked at Leo’s until this past summer, only quitting at the start of his senior year of high school when Indrid pointed out that much of Kepler was surrounded by water and that, if Duck wanted to see him, he did not have to keep working at the candy store in order to do so. 

“Not that I mind the free food.” Indrid winks. 

“Just gonna bring you bulk ice cream from Safeway; no way am I missin out on that chirpin you do when you eat it.”

Duck slides the grocery bag towards the surf, “not like KCC is gonna rescind my offer. Ain’t a fuckin Ivy League or some shit.”

“And you will be happy there?”

“Yeah. They got a decent work-study program with the park, so I can still get a job as a ranger if I want to.”

“Oh. Good.” 

Indrid sounds sad, and Duck sits up on his elbows. His friend’s torso is fully on land, his tail fidgeting in the foam. 

“What’s up?

“I...Barclay told me his human is going to a school further inland, and I know there are many places you could got to learn. You...you did not choose to stay in Kepler because you feel the need to look after me, did you?”

“Course not.” Duck is sitting up now, aching to stroke Indrid’s hair, “I mean, I’m glad we’re still gonna be able to see each other, and I really hopin I can get a room near the beach so it’s easy to come talk. But this is the right choice for me; if I really want to, I can transfer to a different school in a few years, and I can learn a lot here without takin on a shit-ton of debt. Besides, ain’t like I think you’re helpless; I love bringin you stuff and rubbin your fin when it’s sore, but that’s because you’re my friend. Don’t think you’re helpless. I never have.”

“Not even when I was stealing trash?”

“Thought you were a fuckin nuisance, not helpless.” He playfully nudges his shoulder with his toes. 

Indrid turns his head and nips his calf, “How’s that for a nuisance?”

“Not much, felt kinda nice. Uh, I mean, uh, fuck, so, where’d that worry about my stayin come from?”

The mer crawls and wiggles until they’re shoulder to shoulder, “I think my future sight is finally developing; my fathers arrived around the time he turned eighteen, so it makes sense mine would arrive at a similar point. The trouble is, I am having a hard time telling the futures from my own imaginings and worries.”

“That fuckin sucks.”

“I’ll manage. All seers struggle at the beginning. I just wish I was quicker at learning whether certain timelines are really more likely or if they are just ones that I want to be likely.”

“Like what?”

Indrid glances at him, opens his mouth, then shuts it and faces the sea.

Duck smirks, “‘Drid, there somethin you wanna ask me?”

“No. Yes. Maybe? I, I just don’t want to pressure youOOOHhhh that’s not fair” he flops on his back with a groan as Duck scritches his upper tail, “you know I’ll do anything when you touch me like this.”

“Damn right I do. And what I want is for you to tell me the truth.”

Indrid whines, covers his face with his hands.

“Do it or I’ll stop.”

“Rude” Indrid lowers his hands enough that his red eyes peer over the top, “is that any way to treat a mer who wants to kiss you?”

Duck gives his answer by pouncing on his friend, pinning narrow shoulders into the sand as he devours his mouth in kisses. 

“You like that treatment better?”

“Goodness, yes.” Indrid pulls him back down, slipping his tongue between his lips and nibbling his neck when he finally stops to breathe. Then his hand flails sideways, grabbing the plastic bag and chucking it further up the beach.

“The, the tide is coming in and I, ah, foresee us working up quite the appetite.” He tugs Duck’s collar down with his teeth, nuzzling and licking across his skin with little hums of pleasure, “so I want to save those for afterwards. Who knows” he grins, “maybe we’ll need energy for round two as well.”

Duck cups his cheek, inhales the scent of the sea and the sight of his future, “I like the way you think, sweet thing.”