#Yeah screwing that idea-

[slimey-wallz]

Info post!! (FINALLY. Should have done this months ago-)

(Welcome home is created by @partycoffin!! This is fanmade! By me!)

So what is the Slime AU???

(*dramatic music*) IN THE BEGINNING, the original world that Welcome home started off as, was starting to alter into one sustaining a slime like world, due to

(Who came from a different planet) ((Too lazy to explain lol))

And so now everything is in this "slime form". But, YOU and a few other people/animals/plants were not affected by this slime goober, and THIS plays the role of how you met the welcome home cast. You, now knowing about them, teach them about specific things, lifestyles, foods, culture, whatever is not part of the slime life style, they do the vise versa to you also, which then creates a good friendship between you and them. (Which is now the present.)

What about the neighborhood?

The neighborhood in this slime AU is basically modeled the same way as the original, just somethings are slightly different, designs of the homes and environment. This also includes Home, (Which I will in the future make a template on). All you need to do in order to make a home, is to get the assistance from one of the crew members, which will be easy, so anyone can move right into their little neighborhood! They usually love visitors/new neighbors, are really welcoming and will try and help you fit in!

How do they heal?

When a crew member is injured, Doc, (Frank Frankly), is able to heal them using the same way we in real life make slime, using the same ingredients. For instance, if they were to get cut, or lose a limb, Doc would be able to re-create that limb, or patch up that cut by creating more slime to cover it/or to replace the missing limb. But this slime is very specific, for you could not just use any other slime. It needs to be the same color, same density, and have the same stretch as the original slime crew member. Here is a visual!

What happens when they eat food?

Eating food is one major way of getting energy. The second way is sun bathing (this only works for warm colored crew members, or partially warm colored crew members, which doesn't work as efficiently but still works) When someone ingests a type of food, it absorbs into energy, letting them be active. If someone ingests something that is not food, they usually, well, vomits it out I guess lol. Like if Melly were to eat a rock (which he would) his body would reject it and spit it right out. It does not cause harm to them though, so there is no way for them to get poisoned, but if they go for a very long period without energy, they will die.

Can they melt or freeze?

If they are sustained in a boiling hot environment, they will slowly start to melt into more of a watery texture, their stretchability (yes I made that up) will decrease, preventing them from morphing or traveling. (Just think of those water slimes and that's basically how it is.) This goes the same with freezing, but instead of melting, their slime texture starts to harden and become more chunkier, making it harder for them to move. (Now just think of those ugly chunky slimes and that's how that is.) This can, and is one way, that they can die, which is why they try to avoid situations that lead to those certain outcomes.

Okay, so then what the heck is morphing?

Morphing is a very common way to show affection. Its when two or more crew members/persons join together to become this blob. They will still have their conscious, but will just have the same body. And depending on what color they are, it creates a new color. For example, if a red person were to morph with a blue person, it would create a purple blob. If one of the persons is in a melting form or freezing form, they cannot morph with them, unless they go back to their normal state. This is a very complicated subject, but you get the gist of it, person + person = one big blob person.

Traveling is when someone goes into their slime form and moves around in that form. They can travel through things that are ONLY their color of slime/slimes. Another example would be if Melly wanted to travel tree by tree, he would only be able to travel in the trees that are the same color as him. If someone were to have more than one color, they would be able to travel in those colors, but wouldn't be able to travel at a speedy rate due to the combination of colors that they have. When someone is in their slime form, their accessories or clothes dissolves into their slime form. Its still there, but just not entirely visible. Here's another visual for morphing and traveling to make this less complicated:

(I simplified their appearance so its not exact!)

Please, please, PLEASE, if you have any questions PLEASE ask me so then I can attach it to this post so other people will get the answers!!! Not sure if I really like how the AU started, but, whatever, I'm too lazy to think of another one, so i'm sticking with it. Get it? Sticking to it? Yeah okay, I need to be stopped. ANYWHO,

Here is the Ref for the little guys!

Currently, I'm trying to make new references, but this is all I have right now! (I'll add more to this post in the future!)

Okay, toodles! 💫

[choccy-milky]

the place me and my roommate were supposed to move into today was so disgusting and uninhabitable we just took our stuff and left and now we're gonna be staying at airbnbs and hotels until further notice/until we can find a new place hopefully quickly...........im in my homeless drifter era y'all!!!😍😍so if im not as active then thats why LMFAO

1 like = 1 prayer

[mblue-art]

You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.

I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3

awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333

belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)

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[cfffrk]

[jazzy-a]

After Ody gets home and, of course, slaughters all the suitors and reunites with his wife and son, that man absolutely sat down with a council and immediately pulled out schematics, like:

"Cool, cool. So, first things first: We're building new temples for Athena and Hermes. What? Placement? Oh, yeah... Just knock down the Poseidon one. It's fine. I stabbed that God, like, 20 times into submission. Pretty sure that means the ocean is my b*tch now....And f*ck that guy anyways, am I right? So, for Athena's temple, I'm definitely thinking blue✨-"

[catatombi]

im just playing dress up w/ them at this point lol

[citrine-elephant]

in case of emergency, break glass

...or, uh.... maybe we should look at leon's files, first....

(the many directional scars -> when he was protecting ada from simmons)

[sentientstump]

And now i try again my hand

At taming ghosts and counting sand

[pixelatedraindrops]

Shinigami: Kyaha I win~✨

Makoto: …

Yuma: Ow…

Never accept a challenge from the ghost of a death god to doing a candy eating contest. It’s Halloween, she’ll win every time 👻🍭

Happy Spooky Day Everyone! 🎃

Hope you got a nice haul tonight~ But don’t eat too much candy, or you could get a stomachache!

[smilesrobotlover]

*head in hands* oot link is such a tragic character and it makes me so sad

[monotone-artist]

fires vi with agender beam!!! + some extra stuff from when i was using her as people drawing practice. click the images to see them better oop

[id: a series of colorless digital sketches of vi and caitlyn from arcane. in the first picture, vi and caitlyn are sitting on a kind of short wall. vi is looking upward in thought, one hand palm-up in front of her, as she says, "you ever not feel like a girl or a boy but none gender left beef." caitlyn is next to her, watching vi attentively but looking the slightest bit confused. text next to caitlyn reads, "does Not get the reference."

the second picture is all kinds of sketches of vi. other than some basic head shapes, there are: a tiny chibi sketch of vi holding a tooth and looking cartoonishly sad with the text "bro my toothy;" a bust shot of her looking determined, with the text "flipped by accident whoops" (since her hair is on the wrong side); an upper body shot of her appearing to be sitting at a table, one arm crossed in front of her and her head propped up by the other, looking bored; and her in a family man death pose with the text "when you lose ur sis like 3 times."

the third picture is a few upper body shots of vi, all at a three-fourths angle toward the left with various neutral faces. the third picture is a half-built sketch of her speed-walking to the left, her stride purposeful and her expression fierce. her arms and clothing are omitted. end id]

[deoidesign]

Hii! I have been recently getting more and more obsessed with your art and webcomic and was wondering if I could use your art as like a profile picture? (With credit!!) If not that's perfectly fine! :)

yeah you can use my art for whatever as long as you're not stealing it or selling it

I don't mind if people print my art out for themselves either. I do sell prints, but it doesn't bother me either way

In general I don't post anything that I haven't made my peace with all that comes with sharing my art publicly! So feel free to use it as you please pretty much.

Giving me credit for the things I've made is respectful and helps me in my career, and I would hope that most people intend to respect my work... And the people who don't respect my work were never going to whether I asked or not.

I make my work for other people to enjoy it, I want you to enjoy it!

[fourleafclovxr]

8: hewn

Only one teacher is allowed into the Theatre of Tales, the night before the Circus of Talents. The rest are locked in their rooms, doors spelled shut with a magic far older and more powerful than their own, for all the Dean of Good might try.

But August Sader walks unrestricted in the School; Rafal could not keep him trapped if he tried. Not that he would try. There’s an old analogy about two birds. One that has every luxury in the world, but is kept in a locked cage. Another that has nothing, except for its freedom to come and go as it pleases. The first will fly away as soon as it is able. The second will always come back home.

August is still unsure of which, exactly, Rafal sees him as. Or which he is.

Rafal must know that, in the end, they are not on the same side.

But he is kind to August, or if not kind, at least lenient with him in ways no one else is afforded. Of all his colleagues August alone is allowed the privilege of freely coming and going wherever he desires. He can go home, meet his brothers, meet their children— if they want to see him. He can visit his sister and her twins, Rafal’s twins— if she lets him. Most of the time she doesn’t. The last time he saw Rhian and Japeth was their eighth birthday, the year before Evelyn sent them off to Arbed House.

A lot of the freedoms Rafal allows him are not freedoms at all, really. August would not leave the School if he could help it. He likes it here, really, likes that he’s familiar with the winding steps and the ever-alike classrooms and the intersecting hallways, likes that he knows his way around.

More than that, this is his duty. This School; this post.

And this man, just a man, who knows full well August would never believe his mystique. The School Master is sparing with his name, but he’d given it to August freely: Rafal, or, as I was known before, Rhian. Call me Rafal. My dear brother was wrong about me. He’s dead, now.

August, who had written and animated his first draft of the Student’s History of the Woods about Rafal and Rhian, or the other way around— then promptly burned it— had only nodded. Rafal’s mask had glinted, a blur of silver in August’s vision. I look forward to working with you, my Seer, he’d said.

My Seer. Rafal has always treated him like a possession, a prize. Has always been so proud that August chose to come to him. It is something that is easy to resent.

And yet August chooses to come to him, even now. Chooses to sit and listen patiently as Rafal enchants wooden likenesses of dying princes, on the other side of the Theatre for Tales. He’s spelled them to die with choked-off screams and feeble declarations of Good, though August isn’t sure how they’re dying exactly. It would be disturbing, if they weren’t in a School quite literally raising children to kill each other in their fourth year.

August has been dreaming of these things for years. Before he knew what they were.

He’s been dreaming of Rafal for longer. He knows all this already.

One last scream, and the room drifts mercifully into silence. Rafal turns, his boots clicking neatly on the floor as he makes his way back to the Good side of the theatre, cape sweeping over the floor with more flair than ever necessary.

He comes to a stop in front of August; offers his arm, fingers brushing August’s shoulder. There is not much August can do other than take it, gripping his cane firmly as Rafal pulls him to his feet. Rafal’s hands are, as always, ice-cold.

“You never have anything to say,” Rafal says lightly, half-complaining. “Perhaps this is the year my art finally gets through to you.”

“Our dearly beloved School Master,” August says, acerbic. “An artist. Perhaps you should pursue that, instead.”

“I could say the same about you, my dearly beloved Seer,” Rafal laughs. He seems happy to have gotten a rise out of August at all.

They pause just in front of the wall. August brushes his fingers over the carvings with a gentle touch; the carved knights cough and cry as he does. It’s good workmanship. Rafal has had a hundred years to improve on it, after all. But it’s not a very pleasant experience.

He says as much. “It’s not supposed to be,” Rafal replies, “they’re Evil.” He guides August to a carving of… some monster, or another, one that roars under his touch, spitting a burst of burning sparks. August tugs his hand back reproachfully. Rafal laughs, again.

“I’ll enchant something nicer for Good,” he promises. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Our first Good Seer in generations. Our first Seer with any sort of allegiance.” His voice strays dark as he completes the thought.

“You know very well why I have an allegiance,” August says mildly. It’s his duty; to kill Rafal. There is only one way this story ends.

“We could have been such good friends,” Rafal sighs. “You and I. But then I suppose we would have no reason to be.” He hooks his arm through August’s once again. They play at closeness, the two of them. Or Rafal does, at any rate.

They move to the crystal freizes, on Good’s side of the Theatre. They must be lovely, like everything to do with Good is. The stained glass is pleasantly cool under August’s fingers; he makes out the outline of a rose in bloom.

“I’m thinking of having them bloom as the students enter,” Rafal says idly. “No monsters here.”

“You just resent that Good keeps winning,” August sighs.

“I do,” Rafal admits openly. He has nothing to hide from August. He could not, either way. “There are more carvings, lower down, if you care for them.”

August nudges at the base of the wall with his cane, curious; he kneels to feel the raised patterns. Textured feathers. There, a wing, another. Borne in flight.

“Swans,” Rafal provides. Of course. He’s more predictable than he thinks.

August moves his cane along the wall, then starts walking back towards the other side, cane knocking against the continuous loop of carvings. Twin swans hewn all around the Theatre. A reminder of a promise unfulfilled.

Rafal doesn’t usually care so much.

But, of course, this Circus is special.

“This will be the tale to end all tales,” the School Master says, almost to himself. “Won’t it, August?”

“I don’t take questions,” August says.

“This is what you’re here for, after all,” Rafal continues, as if August had never spoken at all. “What role are you going to play, I wonder? Will we have to be enemies?”

This is the second to last time they will ever meet each other. August has spent years knowing Rafal, years with the idea of him— the shadow of him— living in his head. It was never going to amount to anything more than this.

Will he fly free, out of this gilded cage? Or has he sworn himself to Rafal, and his tale, and his end? You go on, no matter the cost. Seers don’t speak of costs, they only speak of duty.

Either way, both of them are trapped.

“You know,” Rafal says. Almost wistful. “You know, if I had the chance, I would want it to be you.”

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Sometimes, I feel Kyoko is like the Bonnie of Trigger Happy Havoc.

This sounds very weird to say but hear me out. Or... read me out since this is text.

This is unserious by the way but also a part of me is curious cus my gosh is she a hassle to find a good color to consistently give her.

Basically, in FNAF, the consensus on what the hell Bonnie is colored is all over. Is he blue? Is he purple? Indigo? It's always been questioned. Meanwhile, with Kyoko, though I haven't seen a ton of discussion around this, like, what IS her hair color. Actually. Cus sure. She's always been associated with purple and when you color pick her hair, it's almost always near the purple part of the color wheel. But also like, what color IS her hair?

I've seen it been drawn more purple, sometimes even white or silver. Hell! Her hair is described as silver in the first chapter of the game! So, what gives! Like, it's never consistent, even in official artwork!

Case in point:

This is how pale her sprite hair is btw

Also, it's not that any other character's been consistent with this in the series. Then again, at least I can tell that Byakuya's blonde, Makoto's a brunette, that Sakura has white hair and that Leon's a red head.

Plus, I feel that the shade of her hair is what MAKES it look purple. Which leads me to question more. Is it leaning closer to white? Silver? Does she just have purple undertones but it's not actually purple. And like, did her purple hair lighten with age or something cus novel Kyoko's hair is a lot more obviously purple compared to when we first me the girl. Or, does she dye it? Like, make it look like a darker purple in Dr3? Would she even have access to hair dye with the state of the world?!

And like, girl, I get it. You got your mysterious bit going on. But, dang it girl! Pick a lane!

[noel-levine-fan]

but what if they were yuri

i dont like noels design very much, i am NOT cut out for design, but i did my best LMAO

[averlym]

Im sorry but can you do 45 angst for parrlyn? U don't have to tho!

45- "leave" (very quick doodle for you!)