#actually they’re all technically just doodle

[tryslogic]

Minor Cotl doodle dump because I’m also technically suffering that brainrot as well

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello, I absolutely love your work. iv re read your stuff so many times that it's getting concerning.

Can I request the cullens x artist reader who made a painting of them I just think that would be cute

The Cullens with an Artist! Reader

Thank you?!?! I suggest seeking mental help for rereading my bad stories tho

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know that he is an artist too

He made Bella a whole song on the piano

As someone who can play the piano, that’s not easy

So he definitely loves that you’re also artistic

For you, he’s a muse

I mean, how could he not be

Literally the definition of perfect

So obvs you sketch him a lot

When he finds an almost finished painting one day of him, he is floored

He can never seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you

He hangs it up

Even if it’s not finished

If you insist on finishing it, he will begrudgingly take it down and give it back

But as soon as it’s done it’s all his

Alice:

She’s also an artist

But more with fashion

And design

She’s not so well-versed with the classical arts like painting or sketching

So she always loves seeing your paintings

She’s a coexistence girly

She loves to just be doing something while you’re painting

You know just sort of existing in the same space at the same time

The day you give her the painting, she is so surprised

It was so difficult for you to hide this from her

Especially with her gift

She absolutely loves it

She hangs it in the main room of the Cullen house

She wants absolutely everyone to see it and acknowledge how talented her s/o is

Jasper:

He loves the arts

They’re relaxing to him

Some of his favorite classes he’s ever taken in all of the schools they’ve been at have been art classes

He’s not good by any means, but he loves it anyway

Art dates with him are a must

He would love that tiktok trend where you and your partner trade paintings every couple of minutes

Never misses an opportunity to tell you that he loves your work

He honestly almost started crying when you showed him your painting of him

You made him look so happy, so peaceful

He’s used to being perceived as a monster

Definitely hangs it up

But only in his room

He wants to be the only one to see it

Rosalie:

She’s more of a technical, sciencey person

Not to say she doesn’t like art

Just that she doesn’t necessarily enjoy making it

She can definitely appreciate good work tho

And she loves everything you make

She buys you new supplies all of the time

If just one pen ran out of ink in your favorite set, she would buy you a whole new set

When you give her that first painting though, she’s obsessed

She wants at least 20 more by tomorrow

But actually, she knows that she’s beautiful

But something about the way you capture her is just so different she loves it

Emmett:

He’s not an art person either

He’s a bit of a meathead

But he can appreciate art

Probably not as deeply as other people can

But he know when it looks good

And he genuinely thinks you’re the best artist ever

He will gladly put all of your little doodles in the clear pockets of his binders

And hang them on his locker

When you give him the painting of him he’s actually dumbfounded

Like awestruck

What do you mean the best artist in the world just made a painting of him?

Get ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night

Esme:

Resident artist

We already knew that tho

I’m pretty sure it’s said that she’s the one who made the grad cap piece?

Idk

Either way she loves art

Pottery dates, painting picnics, date nights at the art museum

She loves it

So if you were to ever paint her and give it to her?

Yeah she’s gonna start crying

She just loves art, she loves you, and you put them together and she’s so in love

She hangs it in the main room

It doesn’t matter if the colors clash

And it’s never coming down

Carlisle:

Another appreciater of the arts

I mean, he probably knew Da Vinci on a personal level this guy is so old

So it’s no shock

Whenever he’s home and hanging out with you, he loves to watch you paint or draw

Especially if he’s doing some paperwork

I just feel like he would like the company while he’s working

Now I don’t see Carlisle as the type of guy to necessarily enjoy pictures or paintings of himself

The only portraits he has in his office are either him in a crowd or family photos

So when you give him a portrait of himself, he’s a little shocked at first

He doesn’t want to seem narcissistic, but damn you made him look good

He hangs it up in your shared bedroom

Even though he knows he will likely never have guests who would see it, he wants to make sure it’s hidden

He just doesn’t want people to think he’s vain

But he secretly loves it so much

Vampire! Bella:

I think I’ve talked about it before but this girl would have loved deviantart

Rip Bella you would have loved fan art of your favorite characters

But she totally had an artsy phase

I don’t think she’s necessarily good or bad

She just prefers to look at art rather than make it

So that’s where you come in

She loves just watching you work

Every once in a while she paints with you

But she always feels inferior when she looks at what you made vs what she made

So she usually just sticks to admiring

The first time you give her a portrait of herself, she doesn’t even know what to do

She’s still getting used to actually perceiving herself as beautiful

And then you capture her like she’s a goddess?

She needs to lie down

She loves it tho

[o-sunny-day]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EPISODE 4 DISCUSSION NOTES!!!!

TALK TO ME ABOUT THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! IM BEGGING YOU!!!!

Spoilers ahead :D so many spoilers :D

IVE GOT THOUGHTS!!! That can most conveniently be organized in sections of character analysis… Some Jax and Ragatha are in there too but these are the MAIN ones I have the most thoughts on/thoughts that revolve around them but still include other characters. LETS GO!!!

CAINE!

Allow me to indulge in my PERSONAL favorite thing first before being more general- im getting these out of the way first cause theyre less THIS EPISODE and more how this episode adds to the rest of his character and omg i love him sm….

I loved when Zooble and Jax talked about Caine. I love when Caine specifically is talked about. Cause like- people's opinions of him. I care about a lot. itll ALWAYS be interesting, cause hes THE GUY. THE MAN. THE DUDE THAT PUTS THEM THROUGH ALL THE SHIT THEY HATE AND MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE “REAL” FEELINGS. He’s a really unsuspecting goofy character at a glance who (telling from ep 3) like actually KINDA cares?? Cant tell if it’s for more selfish reasons or what, but he’s clearly PROGRAMMED to care about his guests, so he does.

And some people (zooble) are kinda SCARED OF HIM and FOR GOOD REASON???? Like yeah no shit, Jax. Caine has the power to do ANYTHING including killing you…torturing you for all eternity. fun stuff like that!

But he won't! cause hes not programmed for that. So he wont.

Also side note: Caine said in the last episode “Zooble! look at this cool bee I drew!” and on his desk he just has a shitton doodles of bees. This is all he does in his free time.

Second more important side note: Caine glitching out at the end feels important, but also feels like just a comedic moment. and idk what to make of that. LOCKING IT IN MY HEAD EITHER WAY CAUSE IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD ON THE FIRST VIEWING SO MUCH 😭

LAST THOUGHT: I would LOVE for him to gain sentience cause I have a sneaking suspicion he doesn’t right now telling from how he’s literally PART of the circus they’re in… HM… Cause telling from Gummigoo it IS POSSIBLE for AI to gain sentience…. Foreshadowing perchance… OH YEAH, GUMMIGOO!!!

GUMMIGOO!

HE TOTALLY RECOGNIZED POMNI AROUND THE END OF THEIR INTERACTION. his face changed when she said that none of this is real in front of him, HE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS. but they also understand Caine wont let him stay. Kinda like a Sans (kill me) moment of “ik none of this matters, but since it wont last, I’ll at least be happy doing it!”

Something I love about the writing also…This being a very rushed adventure that Caine didn't get to spend a lot of time on explains WHYYYYY GUMMIGOO IS IN THIS. LIKE THIS WASN’T JUST FOR THE PLOT IT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE???? all of the NPCs in it are unfinished or redos. He didn't have time to make new ones. ***I JUST LOVE THAT THAT'S SO SMART***

GANGLE.

i'm obsessed

Her taking off that smile mask and actually smiling with her real face KILLED ME. shes learning to be her authentic self and I love it

Jax constantly breaking her happy mask, making her reveal her true sad face feels like the equivalent of bullying the quiet kid like- she's always just pretending to be happy/okay, but then him harassing her makes her “break character “ (EH??? EH??? BREAK??????? CHARACTER????????? MASK?????????WHAT??????)

But Gangle going crazy I think is a sortaaaa “metaphor” (there's a better word but I cant think of it) for how pretending to be someone your not can make you the person you hate. Like she was kinda abusive in this episode… People who are awful people were all victims once, technically- not ALL ofc cause nothing is black and white n all that, but you get me-

IN GENERAL…

i think the motif of this episode was pretending to be someone you're not, for whatever reason you have. Not just for Gangle! For Jax, its to entertain himself, keep em sane. And for Gangle, its for everyone else. But for RAGATHA…I feel its both. She wants to feel useful/helpful for herself for selfish reasons BUT she also just wants to be useful/helpful for everyone else for kind, caring reasons. I already got that vibe before this episode, but Gangle talking about how she cant tell when Ragatha is being genuine or not makes me very confident this is the case

I thought Gangle was gonna abstract in that last bit of the episode, and im like 99% sure that was intentional. I love that a lot… I love how this show is written, abstracting was introduced right away, so now its a looming threat across all these characters youve grown to love, appreciate, and relate too

Idk what Gangle getting hit by the truck was a reference to, but part of my brain rot theorizing in me wants to say this digital world is basically Hell and thats how she “died” before getting here. Doesnt make any godamn sense and the truck thing totally has other explainations I JUST CANT THINK OF ANY!!! PUTTEM IN THE COMMENTS BELOW AND DONT FORGET TO HIT THAT BEL- *gets shot*

[devilheartsblog]

Here’s Part 2 of some ideas I’m doodled for my Winx rewrite

Last post seemed to do better than I expected and I’m glad a few people enjoyed it. So here are some more things I want to work with.

I like Artu and Roxy’s relationship but I would have also liked some backstory on them and more depth. Like Gantlos said “it’s just a dog”. How did Roxy get Artu? Is he adopted or bought? Is there a reason he doesn’t like anyone outside of Roxy and Klaus?

In my rewrite, yes. Abandoned as a puppy, a kid Roxy took him in after her mother left her dad unexpectedly. She basically raised Artu and he means a lot to her, but she never socialised him since she herself isn’t social with people (so while Artu may tolerate someone’s prescence he doesn’t like being touched or seen upclose). Roxy raising Artu is also why she gets pissed and earns her fairy form but doesn’t want the fairy gig since it ended up hurting her dog, because as a fairy the wizards are after her and Gantlos hurt Artu.

Speaking of Gantlos

Gantlos my beloved you’re so fucking bland the only personality trait you have is having fucked up pointy hands and a cool hat <3

Ok in all honestly I like his apathy to animals and the Winx in general, but that also applies to the other wizards to some extent. At least you can say something about the other wizards; Orgon’s voice is top tier, Duman has really cool powers and design, Anagan’s banter with Flora’s entertaining. This one’s technically a headcannon I made cannon in the rewrite. I did my research btw.

Gantlos has a pretty intense fear of deers also called Elafiphobia, even asking Duman to not shapeshift into one. It’s pretty bad, seeing a deer gets him pretty close to a panic attack. I’m not going to spoil why but I’ll say it’s a consequence of the Great Fairy Hunt. In fact all the Wizards despite being the cause have been affected by the fairy hunt, either overall or because of a major event. Gantlos’ deer phobia is also why he doesn’t like/care about animals initially, I mean, why should he like them? Just cause they’re cute? Hah!

Apart from Riven and Musa I hate the melodrama in season 4 it’s so shit. Since in my version Sky isn’t in the story cause king stuff, Mitzi is narratively cremated and Nabu doesn’t die, on top of planning to expand on Anagan and Flora’s relationship as rivals and Anagan “flirting” with her, it’d be weird for Helia to be like “eh”. Like even if Flora can hold her own I think he’d at least be a little concerned and annoyed at Anagan.

So yeah, Helia’s conflict is having a case of Impostor syndrome because Anagan’s a foil to him; confident, extroverted, confrontational, and actually bounces off of Flora really well. (Like, I don’t ship Anagan and Flora but the people who do I don’t blame them, it sounds more interesting) Even if Flora doesn’t reciprocate Anagan’s feelings, Helia feels inadequate and is anxious Flora will lose interest and might even break up with him since he’s the anti-social poet of the group. Timmy could even help after his confidence arc in Season 2. He’s not overprotective of Flora like wanting to fight Anagan since it kinda goes against his pacifism but the narrative doesn’t care about that as much as I do :/

And lastly I think it’s be neat if we saw a more fleshed out dynamic between the Wizards, the best I can think of is when they’re protected by Syllia and Duman almost slips their plan to which Anagan says he’s being whoosy, Orgon complains about being protected by fairies while Gantlos is fine with it.

A lot of the rewrite is focused on fleshing out the wizards because I want complex villains grr, and they’re perfect for it. The Earth Fairies? They’re good but they’re dead in my rewrite soooo-

I like to think Orgon is pretty manipulative of them. Was he always like this? No, but he’s desperate to secure the disappearance of magic from Earth, and his manipulation gets worse and worse as the episodes go on, in the end being threats and guilt-tripping. He still cares but mostly how the wizards can be of service to the Black Circle. And yes Duman is his favorite because he has the best powers. Shapeshifting will always be OP and the best power in my heart.

Anyway that’s all folks. If I make a part 3 it’ll probs cover some other stuff like Jason Queen, which I like his character, it’s perfect for Musa’s development (until they made Bloom the fucking main singer like WHYYY) or perhaps talk about Klaus or Morgana, Tecna and Timmy and more about Nabu. Anyway I’ll go watch some more nostalgic minecraft videos and webtoon rants. See ya!

[k1tty5]

hello :D please tell me more about your mezalian (is that how you spell it??) smalletho I will forever be indebted to you

(they are gorgeous I love them sm)

hey hi !! it would be my pleasure … (and I’ve been spelling it mezalean ??? but i have no idea LOL. there might be a canon spelling but i havent watched joels esmp1 since… probably since it ended. i will have to check sometime)

apologizing in advance because i will probably get very ramble-y!!

ummm. Oh god. How to start. Lets see. WELL. In this silly little au (i guess it has become a bit more than just me doodling designs LOL) in my head they have like this sort of zelink dynamic? obviously without all the zelda lore & stuff, just that kind of … okay forgive me I haven’t brushed up on my zelink lore for a good many years but. Like the princess and her personal knight that doesn’t really talk much sort of thing.

this made more sense in my head. But yeah. They have the vibes of zelink ? At least if i remember zelink right, I have a really bad memory :’) not exactly the same, i do think etho talks to joel (whereas if iirc link never really talks) - especially after getting to know him a bit - but just. they have the Vibes. You know?

I reckon Joel’s definitely very into sculpting in this au, maybe dabbles a little in painting - I imagine mezalea to be very heavy on art and expression in general. think you’d especially see lots of pottery and textiles all around the place. He probably also has an interest in some form of like. um. whats the word. Some sort of … fighting. lmao. Specifically thinking of fencing, i had this idea in my head that he’s watched Etho practice outside the palace at some point and is just absolutely fascinated and enamored. by both the practice and etho himself haha.

and for etho… talented swordsman? he is Not washed. i dont really have many ideas for his character in this au To be completely honest, mostly just of his personality. Although, I alsooo think he’s probably not actually from mezalea? I like to draw him with those pointy elf ears, and i think mezaleans are just humans. I cant remember if thats canon or not but um. mezaleans have human ears, so i’d imagine etho’s probably from like.. rivendelle? Is that. What it’s called. The elf guys? Are they elves??? Goodness I cant remember. Grimlands would make sense too since i THINK they’re kind of like. technical engineer guys? but i dont know what species they are um so ,,, yeah,,,,

i think joel’s probably a bit put off by etho at first, mostly just because he’s not super enthused about the idea of a personal guard, but also because the guys a bit odd, you know? but he’s also probably suuuper intrigued by him. he wants to figure this new guy out, and when they start talking a bit more, i think. They are both incredibly charmed by the other. head over heels? possibly.

most of my ideas of this au are just little scenes that are cute and silly but dont follow any main plot. I would love to write some one-shots of some of the ideas i have in the future, but as of right now im experiencing a bout of creative burnout and am busy with the holidays - spending time with family, so… not right now lol!

hopefully this is what you wanted,,,, i tend to get very ramble-y when talking about literally anything, so i do apologize for that haha, i am Not good at explaining things in simple ways, as i’ve said many a time before.

[h-didanart]

Hey, so like, there was this post earlier that said “Nonverbal Bloodmoon” and I saw it and reblogged it and, uh, it wouldn’t leave my head

I made a bunch of doodles of my two technically nonverbal Bloodmoons

Yeah

First off, Fang! Dear beloved. The ability to mimic voices is one Fang has but words are rather tricky, even more so when the only frame of reference there was for a long time was in vaguely Shakespearean English. Fang is basically a weird fusion of a cat and a dog, communicates mostly through body language, and is also incredibly physically clingy on account of being essentially blind in most situations. The second picture features Fang’s twin, Scythe.

And then there’s Bloody. The not-so-silly-anymore boy. Bloody does have the ability to talk, they actually do talk sometimes even, they just don’t usually do it. The reasons for this are a bit hard to explain, the bottom line is that it’s a trauma response, selectively mute if you want an actual term. He’s the more expressive of the twins and already had a bunch of little things he did before shit went down, and afterwards he’s still rather expressive if less impulsive and energetic. They too are clingy but instead of sticking to the person they’re clingy towards they will have a thing that reminds them of the person and hold it for a while. Harvest makes a little cameo here, questioning Bloody’s clothing choices.

And now their dynamic being friends. Communication between them is hard. Neither talks, Fang can’t see, when Fang can see Bloody isn’t in a good space to talk, there’s plenty of challenges to their friendship. But they can deal with those, Fang has some pretty good hearing and smell and Bloody isn’t exactly the quietest walker with all the random things he carries, Bloody can often guess the mood Fang is on by looking at their tail movements, and for direct communication Bloody will usually spell words out on Fang’s hand (yes Fang actually knows the alphabet and the letters, just can’t pronounce them)

Pictured above is a situation I can summarize like this:

PROTECT FRIEND

*makes friend uncomfortable*

I AM A FAILURE

And them officially becoming friends :3

Bonus doodles :3

(Still workshopping their color palettes, was very close to giving Bloody a blue shirt but remembered they don’t like blue, and Fang feels a bit dull :P)

[shessofineliterallyhitmewithacar]

south park genderbend hc’s

For names I think as it’s widely accepted Kyle would be Kylee, but it seems like no one’s rly decided on what to call Stan. I hc her name would be Stace, shirt for Stacey like Stan is for Stanley yk?

u cannot convince me that Stace doesn’t dress like a little grunge punk band type little Pinterest board. I’m talking band shirts, loose long sleeve u der tshirts, baggy jeans, smudged eyeliner, black and white converse (except Stace doodles on the white parts), and she definitely rocks the short, shaggy, mullet-y type hair style, like tell me u cannot see her wearing this shit

however Kylee on the other hand, is the opposite side of Pinterest. She wears more of an academia, neat, flowy kinda style. I can just picture her wearing pleated skirts, some nice fairycore kinda flowy shirts, some long flowy skirts and dresses, and 2 plaits hanging by her ears and reaching the middle of her spine (that is if she’s not wearing her hair out and letting her curls flourishe (which is stace’s favourite)). Kylee defo wears no makeup, save curling her lashes and occasionally wearing mascara, however her gf is the opposite, constantly rocking the heavy smoky eye, smudged eyeliner and fading mahogany coloured lipstick.

when they were younger tho, like before highschool I think they just wore basically what they do in the show except with cute lil skirts

While I think mlm style is bi/gay love, I think in the wlw universe they’re just big lesbians, and only for each other

ever since anyone could even remember Stace and Kylee were very much so anti-boys, always laughing and exclaiming ”eww” when the other girls started becoming interested in them. When it got to that stage that the other girls started dating boys, no one was really surprises when the 2 didn’t do the same, they were just Kylee and Stace the same they had always been ( this is mostly just cause I can’t even picture them with anyone else lol)

they definitely go on double dates with Marjorine and Kenny (I can’t decide if I hc Kenny as staying a boy or girl, either way I fucken love kenjorine)

stace and Shelley made a deal with Randy to work in a food truck selling weed cookies and stuff for tegeridy farms at the markets on Saturdays, in exchange for them not having to stay at the farm when it’s meant to be their week for staying at Randy’s (I hc that Sharon and Randy divorced and got split custody but Shelley hates him and Stan just hates being away from everyone one and that’s why they don’t wanna stay at the farm every 2nd week (i actually love Randy in all his dumbassery and don’t think he’d be as abusive he as he’s portrayed in all of those style fics)). Kylee stays at the truck every Saturday, sitting below the counter on the floor cause he’s technically not allowed to be there, sometimes bringing marj and Kenny too.

I hc cartman to be a girl but still go as cartman, her first names now just Erica. She had a little crush on Kylee when they were younger but when she ran into Stace going through one of her depression cycles on a swing set near starks, and let Stace rant abt how her life sucks and she loves Kylee so much it hurts to see her not feel the same (she’s clueless cause Kylee’s literally obsessed with her), cartman kinda realises how perfect they are for eachother and starts scheming to try and get them together. Stace tries to talk to cartman abt the swing set dilemma, but cartman simply says it never happened cause “why would I ever sit through u crying about ur f*ggy crush on the Jew” (she says this with love ofc)

cartman is now dating Wendy tho, after a tension filled fight (that cartman ofc only started “bc goddamn the purple wearing bitch is hot asf when she’s angry”) ended in the two of them aggressively making out in the janitors closet and rutting against eachother. Ofc it took them a month of denial to actually start dating eachother after a final fight ending with confessions of love coming out through rage-filled screams.

I think that’s pretty much all my hc’s for now, let me know if y’all would like to hear more, also sorry for any grammar errors ur girl did nott proofread haha

[ottoslab]

(Shakes you) otto you've GOTTA tell me more about the freelance mystery solvers I GOTTA KNOW ABOUT EM WHAT ARE THEY DOIN !!! I love your designs sm btw your SO REAL FOR THIS AHH

HEEHEE ohhh ok cracks my knuckles. Im gonna be writing this right before passing Out for the night so apologies in advance if this isn’t very comprehensible but i will GLADLY explain the funny freelance mystery solvers o7

EDIT HI This got so long im putting it under a readmore KGJFNGKJSGK.

Also! I didn’t draw anything to go with this ask because i told myself id give my hand a break, but I do actually have some recent doodles of Vern and Kitty i was doing in between the lineup so I’ll put them here for a little display ^_^ theyre not in context of anything im about to mention, just some dynamic exploration stuff that are their own whole other rambles

Ok! Readmore time! Paragraphs of nonsense! For your viewing pleasure!

So!! Vernon and Kitty are both employed by True Psychic Tales independently of each other when theyre older. Vernon is an illustrator/interviewer for the graphic novel division and Kitty works in special effects makeup for the more-recent live action film division! They don’t end up crossing paths for a while until being assigned to work together to research stuff for an up-and-coming TPT film project or smth. They become work buddies after reconnecting (though they choose to mostly ignore the fact that they knew each other as kids due to How They Were back then. They’re both very embarrassed about it for numerous reasons)

It becomes commonplace for them to help each other out with projects, and eventually through their research (fact-checking and digging through old psychonauts mission archives) they start to come across old psychonauts files of unfinished or ‘suspicious’ looking missions, ones that normally didnt get the green light to be told in graphic novel form due to the fact that they were inconclusive and, as a result, don’t make for good stories.

Kitty and Vernon end up sort of… picking up on these old missions in their spare time. It’s not psychonauts work but its also not not psychonauts work, you know? They team up to try and work out what lead to dead ends in missions and cross-referencing possibly related stories with other stories, and go out into the field to try and get answers. I picture it a lot in my brain as an episodic mystery series vis a vis scooby doo. They pick their archived mission log of the week to check out, go out, get some answers, and get a conclusion to bring back to TPT and a new graphic novel is made of the story they were able to uncover! With some more overarching plots where they get a little in over their heads here and there.

Franke’s got a bit less of a fleshed out role in all of this atm, mostly because i havent thought of him as much as the other two? My current vague-idea i have is that she and kitty had a falling out during their teen years, and Franke calls Kitty and Vernon falsely claiming to have a lead on a mystery theyve been working on, in order to try and reconnect with Kitty after she stopped talking to him. He has to come clean when whatever she leads them to actually ends up being a real psychic issue, and she has to explain that she doesn’t know what’s going on because she hadn’t actually called in about anything legit.

Franke does end up being a good help despite technically being the reason they got into deep shit in the first place, and Vernon’s probably the one who asks her to stick around (Kitty isn’t against it, but definitely isn’t really all too welcoming about it either.) They definitely have a whole thing where they all get closer and Kitty and Franke get to mend fences (a character arc along the lines of franke realizing he was kind of a hardass who wanted to make up without actually accepting any faults, and some other super impressive character arcs along the way im sure.) And all three of them continue to go on mystery deep-dives and uncover unfinished psychonauts missions!! Wahoo yahoo!!

Mystery incorporated asses! They’re fun, i enjoy them a lot! Hopefully this is some good tidbits of detail for u thank u for asking about them :]

[cheetah-roll]

Some assorted MCYT drawings

1) A drawing of the Flying Fish SIblings :D. Minus Martyn because there wasn't enough space. ;w; 

It's supposed to be all of them sitting on two walls. There's one wall then a strip of grass and the other wall?? The perspective is really bad lmao

Grian's just teasing Jimmy as normal and Lizzie being the older sibling is scolding him and Pearl is just watching from up on the wall. Martyn is just answering all his asks from his Tumblr blog or something.

I headcanon them all as siblings. Lizzie and Jimmy technically are siblings because of Empire's SMP season 1, but none of the characters are actually siblings in any other SMP's. It's fine though because this fandom runs on an unholy amount of fanon and fan speculation (also the lore that Martyn IntheLittleWood feeds us) and that's what's fun about it. They all act like siblings anyways, and have a sibling dynamic, so it's fine lol

2) I'm making reference sheets for my designs of all the Traffic Life Series characters. Here's Etho :D

3) LIZZIE!!! I recently remade this one. The old one looked terrible. A lot of detail in this one because she's my favorite <3

She's an absolute girlboss and deserved so much better in the Life Series. Like, let the girl have her villian arc before giving her the most tragic death ever I swear. She at least got a small one in Last Life but it was cut so short in Secret Life :(

I also drew some little bisexual and trans pins on her sweater. She's not trans but I like to think that her characters are

4) Some doodles of all the Life Series Girls!! I love them all so much it’s not even funny anymore. They’re all so amazing and their character arcs are all so good and they need to be appreciated more <3

Featuring Buff Gem because she’s super jacked because I say so 5) Cleo reference sheet!! <33

6) Gem reference sheet!! Slightly outdated design, because I’ve changed the way her legs look to make them more natural and deer like if that makes sense lol

Centaur Gem as well because I love it when people draw her as a centaur. 

Also another little drawing of Buff Gem

7) Grian reference sheet!! This one is pretty old and I’m planning on remaking it soon. His legs just look a little strange and the art is slightly outdated. He also looks too tall lol

8) A pretty old piece of art, but it’s of Empires Lizzie and Pearl.

9) Pretty recent little doodle page of assorted MCYT. The biggest drawing is of Shubble because we love Shubble and she needs all the support she can get rn Also a little drawing of Shrub because I love Shrub with all my heart and soul

I really like the Gem and Grian drawings as well :D

[cartoonguy08]

So I saw this one board thing a while ago and I thought it’d be fun to do it just cuz, and also so you guys know me a bit better 🤙 (I should probably do that one pinned post where people intro themselves huh?)

More detail if you want, as well as the board I used to do this with 👍

Movie - Hunchback of Notre Dame: Guys this movie is my everything and my childhood I was TERRIFIED of it as a kid but now I watch it and admire every aspect of it every SPEC and crumb of this movie is everything to me. The animation to the soundtrack to the characters to the backgrounds—OMG CAN I MENTION THE BEAUTIFUL BACKGROUNDS FOR THIS MOVIE JESUS—everything, absolutely everything of this movie is beloved by me ESPECIALLY my all time favorite villain Claud Frollo, guys, I LOVE (HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE ABSOLUTELY HATE HIM I WANT TO PUT HIM IN A BLENDER SO BAD OMG YES TAKE HIM TO HELL GUYS I HATE THIS GUY I HATE HIM SO MUCH 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️) him so much you wouldn’t believe I am an absolute SUCKER for characters who are just the shittiest people ever and that are villains and that deserve everything that happens to them because they are massive hypocrites. Did I mention why I love Claud Frollo?

Hobby - Drawing: In general, I try and draw as much as I can. I’m pretty busy with school and friends and life in general but I will never pass up a moment to just doodle silly cartoon shit. I love cartoons, they are everything to me, and I will give me life to become in animator holy shit. I love it, I’ve been loving it since I was born dawg 🤙

Animal - Rhino: Literally no explanation for this except I love how majestic and cool asf they are. I went to the zoo once and I couldn’t stop admiring them guys, they’re absolutely gorgeous.

Character - Soldier: No specific Soldier for this cuz I love both of them. I wish he was real because I would die to meet him lol. My entire personality in a nutshell 💀 He is my life, he spins in my head on the daily and he makes me love being American lmao (RIP Rick May, you made such a lovable character, fly high man)

Color - Mustard Yellow: I have a beanie the same color as this and legit it made me love the color. That and I love mustard in general

Place - Quiet library: AND I MEAN QUIET, I love being social with people but sometimes I just wanna be left alone. Dawg, the library at my school is the shit, it’s so quiet in there and I can sit on a sofa and just chill. Great to relax 👍

Season - Winter: Unfortunately for me I live somewhere that does not snow at all. Which kinda sucks- BUT it sprinkle some snow every one and a while. It’s also just not about the snow but the weather, I like the breezy feel, the chilliness of it all. I can wear hoodies and beanies and my kickass baggy pants lol. And the blankets. My grandma got me this one comforter that’s immaculate, very comfortable, very soft. Love my grandma 🤙❤️

Song/Album - Void in Blue: WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS SONG? The feeling I get actually has me ascending bro. The background instrumental the LYRICS THE ECHO, OMG THE ECHO THOUGH- my favorite part of any song is if it has an echoey effect to it, and THIS nails every part in the song. It’s great, please guys give it a listen it’s so good it’s like crack to me I listen to it on the DAILY

Food - Root beer Floats: I know technically it’s a drink but you could still eat it with a spoon, so I’d say it counts 👍 Anyways this shit is the bomb, love Rootbeer in general by FLOATS?? Amazing, I could eat them everyday if I could because they’re so good. Very refreshing. One time I actually went to Denny’s and asked if they had one and a nice waitress made me one lol, very sweet hole she’s going good 🙏 Also fun fact: I tried it in middle school and it became my LIFE

Pretty sure that’s all? Yeah that’s all. Thanks for reading if you wanted to, now you know a bit about me heh. Hope everyone’s having a good day 🤙🤙

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Back with Dandy’s world posting, this time with a…sort of oc sort of au, technically it’s just a really weird Twisted Glisten but it’s basically an oc at this point

Glammer the Twisted Mirror!

So some background on this guy which probably made more sense in my head than in words, my headcanon about twisteds is that they are the left over Ichor from when a toon dies, with their emotions from their first death being jacked to 100. The reason Glisten’s twisted is the way it is is because he was the first one to die, soon after Gardenview was shutdown, and at the time no one knew Toons would come back to life, and because of that he was convinced this was the end. Alone.

And thus, the first Twisted came about, and while looking around at the damage, Dandy discovered it.

Dandy proceeded to take it to his room and try and sort of, study what it was. As more twisteds began to appear after the second twisted came about (one of the toons, probably Shrimpo, got left behind and starved), Dandy studied the twisted Glisten even more, and ended up realizing twisteds need Ichor in order to not fall apart, so began giving it some so he wouldn’t have to risk grabbing another. He may have given him more than was necessary.

This moved it from “just barely more sentient than other twisteds” to “actually sapient”, though no matter what it ends up keeping its injuries.

Eventually the twisted ended up breaking out of Dandy’s room since he kind of. Stopped going to his room. And others ended up finding it.

This caused a brief panic,because twisteds weren’t supposed to be up there, but since no one is really permanently dead things soon kind of calmed down enough for the toons to realize “oh it’s a twisted Glisten…which isn’t repeating the same 10 phrases”

And thus, Glammer’s actual life sort of began, because I don’t think being locked in a closet really counted as living so much as existing. It looks like Glisten’s skin since it used some Ichor to look different from other twisteds…and also got given to sweater to cover up the gaping hole in its middle

Anyway, doodles and more somewhat incoherent ramblings!

It hangs out with Toodles, who’s always asking questions. Also its name was supposed to be Glamour but I forgot to spell it right so now it’s Glammer. Its name is a play on Glitz and Glamour.

Oc x Canon <3, idk I think Shrimpo and Glammer is cute, not sure what to call them. Could just call them Shinyshrimp since Glammer was Glisten but it’s not him anymore so uh…idk

Glammer consistently needs Ichor to not actively fall apart, being near people helps it from not going insane, but it’s still a twisted that needs Ichor to not fall apart. On another note Twisteds do still go after it, at least when it’s high on Ichor, the less Ichor its had recently the less likely twisteds will react to it. Yes I’m thinking of how it would hypothetically work in game.

I usually draw canon-adjactent dw where they were all made in Gardenview but occasionally I’ll draw them in a sort of cartoon world. Glammer exists but it’s Glisten’s younger (or twin?) sibling rather than the remnants from his first death. They’re sort of estranged, but they start talking again at some point.

Speaking of Glisten…he didn’t really like Glammer when it first came out of Dandy’s room. He already didn’t like seeing the other twisted versions of himself, and this one was no different. He gave it one of his sweaters to hide the gaping hole that is its middle but that was about it, he would actively try to avoid it, while Glammer…kind of just refused to talk to him. It envied him. It missed being him. It knew it could never be him again and him being around made that realization for it even more apparent. And then Glammer began falling apart about two weeks into being free. It was in so much pain it couldn’t move, so it waited for someone to find it where it had fallen…and that was Glisten. Ultimately Glisten helped it, gave it the Ichor it needed, and they actually talked. It wasn’t much, but afterwards they slowly began interacting and talking more. I wouldn’t call them friends, I’d prefer siblings but I don’t think they’re ready for that, so I’ll just say they at the very least don’t actively avoid each other anymore.

[sadevergreen]

as a camp counselor (technically not currently bc i went home for Illness) and homestuck fan (also technically not currently bc I'm too busy being a camp counselor) i love camp skaia. which homestuck characters are most likely to be the "we're ALL sick there's no reason you can't do the hike up the hill" (has mild cold and vague heatsickness at worst) counselor x "actual lung infection but thinks it's a really normal cold" (very easily gaslit) counselor program group pair? i feel like eridan and kanaya are hot contenders here

ooo ok this is so good- apologies for the ever loving hell that you are about to see but i sought assistance from my dear dear pale friend @marv3l-drag0ns !!!!!!!! MUAH PLATONICALLLY <> ILY they were a huge help in putting this together

BOY DO I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ON THIS, THIS WAS EXTREMELY FUN :D

so let’s begin: my immediate instinct was kanaya and tavros are the most easily gaslit, or adhere most to given direction (we’re not going to talk about HIM). but then who to pair them with? they are both wet cats that won’t work. we decided that YES kanaya and eridan definitely make sense! but in which role? it may seem obvious but NO! eridan too sick? whiny fussy pitiful sopping kitty he’s just a beanbag full of milk! so we decided barely sick eridan, otherwise he’d be throwing a fit. instead he’s referring to his Superior Genes! and kanaya is. strugglin. but fuck man here we are 🤷‍♂️

But we’re not done yet!

the next we considered was karkat and terezi!! especially aided through the lens of karkat’s old crush on terezi; he’s too whipped and in denial to deny a girl a hand!

this led to possibly the funniest thing ever: THE INNER KANKRI THAT EVERYONE HAS AND HE SITS ON YOUR SHOULDER AND REMINDS YOU TO BE DECENT AND LEAVE ROOM FOR KANKRI

for the bigger drawings i capped it off with a good ol favorite of mine; erifef. why did i like them? man idek anymore but it worked really well with the idea of eridan being the sicker one, but being ok such thin ice over his constant whining that he just has to go along with it we just though it was funny hehe. it can be viewed through any lens! snippy or non, s’all good here! it’s all canon.

what is he was sick and he couldn’t whine 🥺 what is he was sick and he wasn’t allowed even a snivle about it 🥺 not a snort 🥺 or a sob 🥺 he’s so pathetic !!!! besides, he can’t be out paced by some fuckin kids!!!! HES A GROWN ADULT 16-18 Y/O CAMP COUNSELOR GODDAMNIT!!

MARVEL: “Feferi: ah yes your sickness you have a functioning immune system and are the most dramatic guy on planet earth (only one of those statements is true)” which statement? :) yeah

she doesn’t believe him anymore <333

Ok and that is it for full line art doodles, but!!! i couldn’t resist drawing some more pairs we pondered

ERIDAN AND KARKAT: omfg so good!! but they would 100% either both be tooooo sick and dead, or they would both be mostly fine

VRISKA AND TAVROS: no. and you know why we’re not doing this one :,( we all instantly knew this one would be here but we are choosing to ignore it im favor of…

TAVROS AND KARKAT: Marvel proposed it and it was very interesting!! i think similar to eridan and karkat, where they’re both dead or both barely sick. no i’m between. aggressive yet positive motivation (?) for the win!!! they further proposed that karkat “eats dirt for a living and doesn’t get sick very often”

Overall this was really fun to put together and answer, and i had a blast getting to colab with a mutual along the way :3 so thank you anon and thank you marvel!! this does bring me to something i’ve been meaning to say,,.,,,

@marv3l-drag0ns ,,? we’ve been friends forever, you know my dogs middle name, we complete each other in a way no one else can! you stop me from eating bones i find on the road, and i stop you from ascending to godtier to avoid going to exams…,…

would you be my

Moirail? <>

anyways! that’s all for now <3 this was so fun :) please send in more asks/ requests like this if you ever think of any more! i definitely feel for the camp counselor piece cause that was me earlier this summer PFF and all the counselors got sick and passed something around (but hey! it was an excuse to sit away from 7 y/olds for a few minutes while i got tea for my sore throat)

[alexiseatzbeez]

Redesign of my redesigns from last year !?! I’m obsessed with mh again so I’m redoing my redesigns because I’ve grown attached to the g3 designs lmao. So here’s Frankie first because they’re my fav

I’ll write more headcanons here, feel free to read them !!

Ok so for the “child of Frankensteins creature”, instead of being the child of victor Frankenstein, imagine a universe where victor was actually nice to his creation, gave him a name (Adam Frankenstein), and created a child for him instead of a bride. Also imagine Frankie sees Victor as an uncle more than a grandpa even tho he is technically their grandpa lmao

15 days old = 15 yrs old, they’re a sophomore at monster high

Since Mattel can’t make Frankie green anymore because of copywrite, I made them bluish and greenish yellow, blue for the g3 design and green yellow for the book design of Frankensteins creature (his skin is yellow because of formaldehyde so why not have Frankie’s skin a little yellow too)

Loves doodling on their prothetic leg

I went with an even nerdier design than last time I drew Frankie just because in the reboot movie, they wore sweater vests a lot and I thought it was cute lol

Loves accessorizing and piercings sm like their room is probably filled with diy jewelry kits and different jewelry for piercings (ofc their dad makes them get them professionally done no diy piercings here 😞)

Has a friendship bracelet with all friends possible and probably makes more all the fime

Their bag is a blue star bag with a yellowish white fluffy shoulder pad

Very very very tall, not as tall as their 8ft tall dad tho lmao

Loves platform shoes and bright makeup

Hair is like a side shave (shaved side is purple) with black streaks and a blue underdye

Doesn’t have braces anymore maybe they got them removed Lmao

Very much involved in school and probably has the most school spirit out of everyone

Doesn’t understand certain phrases (ex: bottle up ur feelings-they literally bottle up their feelings, it’s raining cats and dogs-probably will go looking for cats and dogs)

Based on my last redesign, probably still uses mobility aids when needed but they also have a prosthetic leg so idk how much

Can remove and add new limbs whenever

UPDATE: another idea I had and have said here before is that their dads could also be Herbert and Dan from reanimator because I think it's funny lol

If I think of anymore I guess I’ll add them lmao but ty for reading these if u did !!!

[vacantgodling]

@multi-lefaiye firstly thankuuuuu 🥹🥹

secondly i’m kinda slowly! uh! figuring it out! my original plan was to basically make an elf character for every dnd class (bc the way people feel about tieflings is how i feel about elves, elf supremacy frfr) but i suppose that they’ll all be adventurers of some kind 🤷🏽‍♂️

i technically only have 3 of the 12 classes figured out which is death advisor (sorcerer), xandu (warlock), and faeron (monk—and i actually did use him in a dnd one shot before he was UHHH too powerful LMAO 😭 or i just got really lucky back then) and so i still need to figure out the rest.

once i figure out and eventually draw the rest then i think it’ll be easier for me to decide what’s actually happening with them ? but until then they’re kinda like dolly ocs to me where i just play with them however, no set story, open for oc interactions with others, etc etc.

so far i can tell u that xandu is quite sus of and annoyed by da (death advisor—he needs a name fr), and thinks faeron is stupid. faeron is literally no thoughts head empty and da is amused by the entire thing.

also if u couldn’t tell, xandu is kind of a blorbo. but faeron and da are also v v up there.

i wanna try delving into the ones that don’t have designs yet, so i may do a picrew or two to get kind of an initial bearing and then go from there but we’ll see! for now its a lot of doodles and a lot under construction. but if you (or anyone fr) wanted to know more about anyone specifically or have some oc slam dunk into them and call them a cunt then that also works :)

[landfilloftrash]

Scattered Explorings

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The scratching from under the bed might have drawn attention, had anyone been close enough to hear, but for now, Eno was safe from any lessons or chastising or meal times— she was free to draw on her little fragments of parchment with a scavenged quill and ‘colored’ inks. 

At least– she thinks they’re colored inks. They have names of colors on them in that really fancy lettering so she assumed they were colored, they were all shaded ever so slightly differently, so, otherwise, this ‘church’ had an interesting sorting system. For inks no less.

But nonetheless, no one had asked her for them back yet, so she freely assumed that they were hers for the moment.

The owlin peered at the parchment and the– not quite completely color coordinated– doodle of all the halls and hiding places she’d found. Her memory wasn’t 100% on the whole building yet, so she needed to add more until she’d found the best ones. It was ‘subject to change’ as her mama says, but currently, her favorite was the one she was hiding in right now.

It was nice and dark under the bed, easy to see in, sort of in a corner, not so easy to be spotted, and technically not breaking any rules! Especially because it was too bright in the church, and leaving without telling anyone was a great way to have a goliath come looking for you, apparently. Or– well, ‘bright’ wasn’t the right phrasing, and neither was ‘loud’, but they were close enough to what the child meant that it worked for her.

Ever since the big Saint man– Rollo— brought her here, it was… hard to get used to. He was very kind to her the first few days, making sure she got settled. A bed to stay in with a group of other kids, helping her through the halls; an easy memorization game, and then he was gone. Well. Not ‘gone’, but she saw him rarely in the day to day route that the teachers and what-not took her and the other children on. Off to do ‘important patronly saint work’ as she’d been told by a few others, with absolutely no idea as to the meaning of those words.

That was especially a thing; no one besides the big man seemed to actually tell her things–! Well. Ok, again. She admitted; That was a lie. The adults told her things, and were generally even very nice about it–! But they usually only told her after she got in trouble. There were extremely clear rules, loud in their silence, that no one told her; until of course she broke one, getting her smugly amused expressions from a few other kids and definitely church-goers if that was the occasion. (She’d learned that expression early.) She didn’t know! Everyone seemed to assume she’d been here before, or that she knew the secret rules people played by, and that was beyond frustrating to her. 

But she knew if she threw a tantrum, she’d just be told off for it. It's not her fault that you don’t know what she’s trying to tell you! So she confined herself to hissing and letting out screeches of displeasure, when people got so loud around her that it made her feel deeply connected with every single muscle in her body that was suddenly insistent that it was being cheese grated; something that was happening more and more with disturbing frequency. Why did people insist on being so loud?! It should not feel like every word was a drum baton on her bones! It didn’t help that during those moments, sometimes it felt like the cloth on her feathers was suddenly made of the worst fabric in existence that made her want to hop into a river and never leave its currents.

And… the brightness of it all.

Enososin was used to the dark– cramped, warm, and cozy in its shade; it’s where she played most of the time with the other street kids, when she could get away long enough from whichever creche-teacher was watching over them. But here in the church it felt.. Almost weirdly bright. It made her contract her pupils, even when there was really no change in lighting from outside. Once, when she’d made it back out into the open streets, and found the crew, she tried to explain it to Rovena; the dragonborn had just looked at her strangely as they walked, and she forced herself to not be upset about the closest person she had not understanding it.

It was a new place. It was too loud. It was too bright. It was just too much everything.

She wanted to go home.

But that wasn’t an option.

Not one that made any sense if she wanted to actually eat, anyways. She was good at sneaking snacks, and making ‘elixirs’ in unused pots, but cooking for real still eluded her. So, she stuck to under her bed instead. At least, for indoor activities that she didn’t want to participate in.

Speaking of indoor activities, she tilted her head as she thought she heard a call from the current creche-watcher— ‘Saville’ or something close to that in sounds— could a kid not simply hide under her bed in peace?

She shuffled her inks and her parchments back to the wall of the space, hiding them in the shadows the best she could, before curling once more into a defensive position on her hands and knees with her wing tops pointed downward, purposefully fluffing up this time around. Don’t want or need a repeat of Mister Rollo’s hand; annoying as the majority of people were at the moment, even the ones she usually didn’t find upsetting, she didn’t want to bite anyone. She winced as she thought about it. She still wanted to apologize again.

“Child? Ch-i-ld,” the teacher called— quietly, which was nice— as they approached the room she was in and padded through the aisles, “Where are you, little one?”

In a split second decision, she crawled from under the bed and started creeping along the sides of the beds and room so she avoided their line of sight. Wasn’t too different from avoiding the shinies, except instead of getting possibly tossed into jail with no way out except asking for her parents, now she’d get a light scolding and taken forcibly to wherever the other kids were. Even if she wasn’t interested in the activity, they still wanted her in the room so they could keep an eye on everyone.

Which is exactly what she did not want to have done, especially as she crept along the wall to the doorway. She wanted to be alone.

“Child, where are you?”

That was another thing. She didn’t know if any of them actually knew her name, and that annoyed the hell out of her. To be fair, she could acknowledge that there were quite a number of other children, and she didn’t introduce herself, but her name had been mentioned. And she remembered all of theirs. She couldn’t very well snap at the yuan-ti when they did it, (mostly because as of late they’d actually stopped doing that), but snapping at an adult was an entirely different matter; they generally didn’t like listening to ones they deemed too small and she wasn’t interested in finding out if that was the case here.

So she ran.

She pushed off her back foot, dashing out the door with a sharp left turn, and out into the hallway for the brief couple of seconds she had to get a head start on the adult who had a lot more leg for their running than her. 

If Eno had been in the alleys or just in town in general, she’dve stuck to every shadowy surface she could possibly use; but the Church was quite well lit, and not a lot of shadowy parts to tuck and roll into. Which led to the unfortunate reality of running in a well-lit hallway, with very noticeable sounding claws as she did so, led to the inevitable conclusion that she was going to get spotted. 

And by the startled sound now a fair distance behind her, that’s exactly what had just happened.

Luckily for her, it was also the exact same reason she had made her little map; but seeing as it wasn’t done, it was a perfect time to do some more exploring.

Skidding around a corner to the sound of quickly clicking claws, she sprinted at full-tilt down the hallway to get to where she needed to be to possibly ditch her second tail, which was rapidly approaching— there! At the T in the hallways she turned another corner that would lead to the main rooms, making sure she was out of sight, before digging every single one of her claws into the weird nooks and crannies of the walls– pushing herself like a lizard on the wall– and climbing up into the rafters of the ceiling, pressing herself tightly to the beams and watching the teacher turn the corner promptly, and hustling down the hallway she had just juked him on.

The clicking of shoes faded off, and she waited until even with the straining of her hearing she couldn’t hear them. Then, she began to whisper a slow ten-count as she confirmed it. As silence in the literal sense reigned, she chirruped to herself— pushing her body from the tight squeeze of the beams and swinging down to the floor with a click of claws.

It was never quite ‘mission accomplished’ when she dodged people until she was back home with her family, so here it was always just adding more time to that internal clock in her head. And this little maneuver would buy her at least a bit of time before Mx. Saville came back around to see where they had lost her.

Time to get a little lost and find where she is.

Heading the opposite direction of the way Mx. Saville went, she started heading doing a series of random twists and turns– her only markers being the signs of wear and tear on the ancient walls and the differences of the bits of stained glass decorating the windows; a good way to remember the place, and a good way to realize if where she didn’t recognize.

It was very quick to get to that point, with how much random zig-zagging she did along with her walk, because she soon found herself at a curiosity; a winding staircase she absolutely did not recognize.

The stairs led upwards. This hadn’t been apart of the ‘tour’. She checked quickly around and behind her with a quick couple turns of her head, and confirmed no one around that could tattle, at least not this second, but that was subject to shift if she stood here for much longer. Maybe she’d be able to actually find a spot that wasn’t so. So? Everything.

With a nod to herself she started crawling as fast as she could up the stairs.

By the second circling of steps, she had identified that this was absolutely the tower’s stairs; there was no way it couldn’t be with how it was shaped. The stairway itself was enclosed as she crawled, no little divots or doorways that would possibly lead to other floors, and she took note of the little alcoves in walls where those candle-holders would most probably be lit at night; but for now, they were both empty due to it being day, and simply shaded by the spiral. This place alone would be nice to hang out in, she thought, and continued her way upwards, now curious as to what was at the top.

She only really needed to take a breather and a small break from her speed-crawling on the stairs near the top– the only way she knew it was near the top was the fact there was a little plateau right around the corner where she paused.

After breathing a bit, thinking about whether or not she had it in her to continue her race up if there were any more stairs, she huffed, and pushed herself to her feet and walked up the steps to see instead of just the little platform stop of a staircase, but accompanied by a door.

Huh. That was always promising.

She didn’t really approach the door with caution, but she did open it slowly– testing the creaky factor— as she pushed the handle.

Briefly marveling at the fact there was not even a squeak from the hinges as she entered, that was immediately blasted away by what was in the room as she gasped in wonder.

The room itself was quite large, bookshelves lining the walls— absolutely stuffed to the brim with books and some overflowing into stacks next to them. But the main thing that grabbed her attention was the fact that the walls started sloping— turning into the arches of the roof, curving themselves into a dome above her head– absolutely covered in something dark and shifting and spattered with stars. She recognized the glow of the night on the ceiling and for a brief second she thought the roof just wasn’t there, and had instead been replaced by the sky itself. Then of course there were the metal objects, perfect circles and shapes too chunky to be called a circle but too egg-shaped to be anything but; identified by the sheen and reflection of the false stars strung up from above and wondered what on earth all this metal spinning and these devices attached to all of it, as well as surrounded by it, was.

There was more than that in the room, like a table, where there were odd metal things on said desk to her left and another strange device pointed on the platform the pointed out into the world– her only clue that it definitely was still daytime, and the fact that the twinkling on the ceiling was absolutely not correct— even though it kept dragging her eyes to it— and more atop the books.

There were so many things in here, and she had absolutely no names for nearly any of them.

Distracted as she was, Eno didn’t really register the click of the door behind her until she heard an amused, if curious, noise, upon which she spun her head and fluffed up her feathers in alarm. 

Wings. 

That was what she first locked in on. Giant, spectral wings attached to an equally large, robed, person. Were they as tall as Rollo?? Taller? Where did the Church keep finding these giant pretty people?? Because there was not a single doubt in her mind that this person was pretty. Super adult pretty. What was the word— Gorgeous. That one. She seemed to glow; not quite literally, but on second glance, yes also literally, from her general demeanor, to the softly lit eyes, to the wings enshrouding them. Wings on her head as well, fluttering gently amongst their long hair, also decorated— no, not decorated, growing from— the long strands grabbed her attention too. A word whispered to her in a late night bedtime story told by her mommas of humanoid people with beautiful wings sprung to mind as she stared.

Aasimar.

“Oh,” she blinked at the tall winged lady. “Is t’is your spot?”

Some common words she genuinely could not get to function with her beak yet. There were simply too many consonants requiring her tongue to do weird things in her beak— She was good at it, but some were just… difficult. It had a habit of making it sound like she had a lisp, but a clicking one.

It frustrated her just a smidge as she basically whistled the word. The person tilting their head with a small smile lessened that a bit– mostly out of sheer bafflement at a humanoid being that big. Who let them do that. Who let anything get that big that wasn’t a tree or something. Shrink, would you, or she might get squished.

“Yes, I think this would be considered ‘my spot’,” they mused, gliding gracefully across the way to stand closer to her, paired with a curious eyebrow raised with a deeper tilt of her head, and allowing Eno’s head to twist to a position that didn’t threaten going too far around, “May I ask what you’re doing in ‘my spot’?” 

“Nothing!” she squawked with a violent shake of her head, “Haven’ ev’n touched anyt’ing!”

The person chuckled a bit, raising their hand to cover their upturned lips, “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. I was simply asking what you’re doing up here.”

“Oh. Sorry,” she scratched at her cheek gently, “I didn’ mean t’ yell, neither. Uhm. I was looking for a spot to, ahm. Kinda be alone? Er. Not alone. But yeah. Alone works.”

“Looking for solitude?”

She tilted her head in the opposite direction the aasimar tilted their own.

“An uninhabited place– no people; a place to be alone.”

“Oh!” she pointed at the person with excitement, “Yes! That!” Her hand dropped as she considered the room again, “Looks like I kin’a failed on t’at a bit though. I like this place a lo’ tho’. You picked a good spot.”

“Thank you, I like this spot a lot as well,” she gave a little bow, “but if I may ask a couple more questions?”

“Sure?” she chirped, “Dunno if I could answer, but I’ll try.”

“Nothing strenuous— stressful or hard. Just what is your name? So I have a name to a face.”

“Ah!” she pointed to herself as she signed her name and then fingerspelled it along with her words, “I’m Enososin! Mos’ people jus’ call me Eno, tho’. Wha’ about’chu? May I know yours?”

There was recognition in that split second before the aasimar smiled even wider and signed back a word– a ‘C’ and the word for ‘wing’, and then fingerspelled it. “Celestine. I am a Saint of the Church.”

Oh, well that was news! “There’s more than one??”

Saint Celestine laughed. “Well, of course there are…! It would be unfair to put all the responsibility onto one person, wouldn’t it?”

Eno frowned. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but…

“No.. it wouldn’....” She looked back up with renewed interest and chirr in her throat. “D’you have different jobs? ‘R d’you all share the same job?” “Yes and yes,” they chimed, walking away towards the desk.

“Yes an..–? Hey, hold on!” she called and trotted after her, pondering as she went over the contradictory statement. “So y’have the same job, but you have a different job too? What are they?”

“We protect the people of the world, but in a more local sense, Kingston; we have the same objective, but different ways of protecting the people.”

“How do you do yours?” she peeked over the edge of the desk as she stood on her very tip toes and hopped, trying to get a bit of a better look, “Does it hav’ t’ do with all th’ metal stuff in here?”

“Yes it does;” they held up one in particular that looked like a triangle with extra parts. “They are instruments to help me keep watch on the sky, and help me monitor its ever shifting, but static, ways.”

That’s. A lot. But her brain latched onto one word in particular. “Instruments? Like a tuba?”

“Instruments can also mean tools; it generally applies to more sensitive equipment.” They looked down at her and gestured to a small pile of metal in the corner. They looked like broken pen nibs. “Fragile, delicate in some way. So no, not quite a tuba.”

“But they help you look at the sky?”

“Yes.” It felt like a stupid question but it was right on the tip of her tongue. “...Does the sky have threats?”  “Yes.” “Like… dragons…?” she questioned hesitantly.

“Not quite,” they chuffed in amusement, “but I am also on the lookout for threats of a mortal kind.”

She made a confused noise up at the Saint. A plea for an explanation before adding onto it with— “Mortal?”

“Ah,” they clucked in realization. “I should have clarified; I do not watch the ‘sky’ as most people define it,” she pointed upwards and outwards; towards the platform leading more outside of the interesting room and out into the wilderness, “I watch the sky. The cosmos itself when it deems to show itself. I mark their patterns and their whispers of the future ahead. They can tell of dangers or good fortunes. Mostly, they talk of the state of the worlds and things they’ve seen.”

“The stars talk?” She whispered in awe.

“Yes,” they nodded down to her, focused back on their work, “to those who listen, to those who learn to lend an ear.” “I wanna be able to hear them,” she whispered to herself, quickly losing herself in the pondering of the logistics on how she could prove to the stars that they could also tell her things. She had talked to the night sky before! They knew of her at least— She could keep secrets if they wanted! Or tell people what they were trying to convey! She didn’t really know what the stars would want but that was ‘a part of the process’, wasn’t it?

“You may learn, in time. Though I think you’d best go back to your classmates; they’ll be looking for you by now.”

She grimaced with what was definitely not a pout and anyone who told you otherwise was a ‘narc’ as Soir said. “I’d rather learn about this than wh’tever they’re telling us downstairs.”

“Is that why you were looking to be alone?”

Eno scrunched up her face as she thought. Explaining that this place was extremely weird, and it’s so loud, and really bright in a way that no one seemed to understand, was probably not going to fly well in the face of someone with the title of ‘Saint’. She didn’t really know what a Saint was or did, but there was a certain ‘power’ behind it, leading credence to the idea it was the same as someone saying ‘Admiral’ or ‘Your Grace’, or whatever they called Old King Cole. Or that’s what the others in her group outside of here sang when referencing the King. 

“..A bit,” she hedged. “Yeah.”

“Why else?” “Too loud.” she answered promptly. Easiest one to explain. “Er. Not th’ right kind of too loud. It’s loud.”

They seemed to think about something. It wasn’t a quick or long something, but it made their face do a strange thing and go blank. That always freaked her out a bit. She didn’t like when humanoids did that; beast-kids always had a bit of body language to tell her if things were still ok, but almost none of the humanoids did that, or if they did, it was absolutely never consistent, so she was left in the dark. But their eyes flicked back down to her and they tilted their head once more as they asked; “Then perhaps you would like to be alone with me?”

“If I’m wi’h you,” she refuted, “I’m not alone.”

The Saint nodded in acknowledgement at her point. “Then would you like to be quiet buddies together?”

She thought about it briefly. Then she gave a nod. Yeah. Saint Celestine moved silently and with great care around the room, they would be very quiet. That would be nice in comparison to, well, pretty much everywhere else she could think of, minus the woods.

That would be really nice though. Maybe that’s where she’d head off to next time she needed a break from all the loud-mouths. Though maybe wait a little bit until her next ‘outing’. The creche-teachers were gonna be watching her really closely after this little move.

“Here–” Celestine prompted, starting to look through the shelves with the efficiency of someone who knew where everything was. “How much can you read?”

“Uhm.” That was a weird question. Normally, when someone asked a question she didn’t like she’d simply give them a Look that apparently she had ‘inherited’, and they quickly backed off. Though because her new ‘quiet buddy’ had asked, she genuinely thought about it. 

She could read most words, she thought, if she sounded them out. She knew her alphabet, and she could extrapolate meaning from context clues of other words surrounding it. If all else fails she could pull out a dictionary– she’d done that a few times when she went to a library. If she was at home she’dve just asked her moms. Alternatively, Zofaas. Mostly she just asked the Librarian what the word meant so she didn’t have to fetch the book, but sometimes there were just too many of them in the book so she just had it next to her on standby.

“Do you hav’a dictionary?” she asked in return.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be fine.”

They raised an eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly again. “Smart girl.”

She nodded in definite agreement. “Sometimes!”

There was a moment as the adult traced along the spines of huge books for a moment before landing solidly on one. “Here is your dictionary,” Celestine chimed, handing down one of those hefty books to her– she struggled for a moment before holding it like a large tray– “should you need it. Over here is the main star of the hour; a book about stars, planets, and other celestial bodies.”

As she followed with the dictionary, the Saint easily pulled a completely different book from an even higher shelf and handed it down to her— balancing the book on top of the dictionary, she called with surprise; “Oh!” Hey, that was the Saint’s name! Or. Kinda their name. Close! So that had the same meaning, or something very close to it probably. “Ohhhhh. Is this the ‘cosmos’?” They nodded. “A part of it.”

Huh!

WIth a small twitter of interest, she tilted her head at the books. They were really heavy— though she really should have expected that from the dictionary, a book about every word in the Common language in case someone didn’t know it. But the one on top of it was her main interest at the moment, and she took a moment to actually observe what had been given to her. The face of it read a long title, which by itself took her a moment to completely read; Stars and Planets: The Most Complete Guide to the Stars, Planets, Galaxies, and Solar System, emblazoned on the book with a dark cover, lighter text and shape as an artwork. 

Perfect.

Eno gripped the books with determination and began to search the room via spinning her head while stationary. There was a little crook in between a few stacks of books that looked cozy, and had light from the large opening leading outside. That would very much work as her new resting place. Getting over there was a little trouble, with how hefty the books were, but once she began to perch in the spot, she placed, and definitively opened the stars book. 

Immediately, she was a little overwhelmed. 

That was a lot of words. 

Also spaced kinda weirdly on the pages— why were the blocks of text printed down like how mom or mama would write a grocery list? Or she guessed since it was also similar to how a paper for the news would be put down, it wasn’t too odd, but it still looked strange to her. She guessed some people might just be weird in how they decided to put the text to their page, and the owlin decided she much preferred her books to be solid blocks of text. Not whatever this weird jumping text was.

But, these things were not gonna stop her, by thunder! So she inhaled in preparation and started taking things one word at a time.

The night sky is one of the most beautiful sights in nature. Yet many people remain lost among the jostling crowd of stars, and are baffled by the progressively changing appearance of the sky from hour to hour and from season to season. 

In the night sky, stars appear to the naked eye as spiky, twinkling lights. Those stars near the horizon seem to flash and change colour. The twinkling and flashing effects are due not to the stars themselves but to Earth’s atmosphere; turbulent air currents cause the stars’ light to dance around. The steadiness of the atmosphere is referred to as the seeing. Steady air means good seeing. The spikiness of star images is due to optical effects in the observer’s eye. In reality, stars are spheres of gas similar to our own Sun, emitting their own heat and light. 

It must be emphasized that you do not need a telescope to take up stargazing. Use the charts in this book to find your way among the stars first with your own eyes. 

Telescope?

With a small skimming over the pages, she did not see any little pictures of ‘telescopes’, so she muttered to herself with a chitter, “Feel like this is missing somet’ing here.”

“I don’t think it’s the book missing anything,” said the saint as she jumped a bit at being heard, but they cautiously agreed with a nod as they considered something. “But you might be.” 

They seemed to eye their shelves without moving. “If you look over on that third shelf, you might be able to find something that would help you.”

Eno chirped a startled thanks and hustled over to the shelf she’d been pointed to with a critical eye.

Taking a steady look through, it seemed like it was all star related books over here.

Bad Astronomy: Misconceptions and Misuses. That was an immediate grab. Astronomy seemed to be the more adult term for ‘stargazing’, and that was what she was reading about. Yoink.

The Little Book of Exoplanets immediately caught her eye, due to the fact that it had labeled things in her current book as exoplanets. They were briefly touched over, but telling her about something and possibly not going fully into it set her hands a twitchin’. She’d like to know what all those were in full detail if she was able. 

Sidereus Nuncius? That sounded. Really uppity. Which meant she was obviously going to take it. It was a roll of the marbles whether or not it would actually be good or not, related to stars, or even whether she would understand it. But it was still probably a good idea to check it out. She grabbed it and added it to her little pile.

There were several others that also caught her attention, but she settled for these three books alongside her current one; she could already tell her head was going to hurt by the time she got through these and she didn’t need even more pain to be wrought upon her.

With a quick bounce in her step— as these were not nearly as heavy— she hopped right back to her little spot, flipped open her books and set herself into reading.

…

It was a long time in silence with nothing but metallic clicks and the sound of pages flipping; the occasional noise from the only two in the room, but the hush was what reigned over the tower.

And with that long silence, when there was suddenly a slightly frantic, but quiet, knock on the door both occupants jolted. Both she and the aasimarian Saint looked up from their respective tasks and looked briefly at one another. She sheepishly twittered in embarrassment at her lack of realization. They had both gotten quite little lost in their own world.

Saint Celestine glided over with grace and opened the door to a stressed looking Saville holding a candle. She noted it highlighted the angles and deepened the shadows considerably on the person’s face; sure, she could see through those dark pools just fine, but that really only happened at certain times of the day. Surely, it couldn’t have been that long. Just to confirm her suspicions, she looked over her shoulder.

Oh, that was very much the night sky.

She let out a trill of vaguely amused worry as she felt that weird squiggling feeling start from her quickly beating heart, and started to overtake her insides; making it feel like worms and snakes had taken up residence instead of her stomach. Ohhhh she was definitely in trouble if she didn’t think quickly on this one.

The Saint and the watcher were exchanging quiet words as she hustled over with her books. She wasn’t done yet, dangit, and she was gonna finish them! Probably in the morning! Maybe! If she could get away with it! But, oh boy was she gonna show her face right now, because yes, she existed, no she did not actually disappear, and do not yell at her please and thank you.

“There you are!” Saville gasped as she peeked around Saint Celestine’s side, their eyes widening and face becoming stern. “You gave me a severe bit of a slip, little missy— for the past entire day! Please, don’t do that again.”

She opened her beak to call her own defense, but Saint Celestine beat her to it.

“I noticed the little one sitting on my steps; I offered a book to read to keep her busy as I worked and we both lost track of time. Don’t blame her too harshly for something I should have been remembering about.”

She coulda told a better lie if the pretty Saint lady was gonna do that. But she didn’t say anything, especially after the teacher visibly deflated in relief. 

“Thank you for watching her. Though,” now they looked down to her with a raised eyebrow, “you’ve missed all three meals, little lady. How ‘bout we get you something to eat and then tuck you away into bed.”

She hooted in annoyance at the continued names. They sounded too… Distancing, if that was how to correctly use that term in the dictionary. If they were gonna try and scold her they might as well actually use her name. “Call me Eno.”

“Oh,” their eyebrows raised. “My apologies, Eno. But my offer still stands, methinks. And don’t forget to leave the books here.”

She almost protested in defiance of the request. She wasn’t done! But she quickly remembered that she did not have a library card, and she thinks these might actually be a ‘personal collection’, rather than ‘public property’. 

So instead, she looked at the books and stared hard at the titles. Stars and Planets, Sidereus Nuncius, The Little Book of Exoplanets, Bad Astronomy: Misconceptions and Misuses, and the dictionary. The Sidereus one she was going to need several different dictionaries probably because that was in a completely different language. Hopefully she’d remember all that. Or maybe she could ask them for the same books– maybe through combined effort they could remember together? Either way, Eno did her best to imprint the names into her mind. 

When she was sufficiently confident that she might be able to remember the books in the morning, she then turned and raised the collection back to Ms. Saint Celestine. “I’ll be back t’ finish them!”

The aasimar took them with an amused air and nodded gratefully at both of them. “Of course. I’ll keep it ready for you.”

As Saville gestured for them to go, she turned briefly and waved excitedly. “Bye bye, Ms. Saint Celestine! I’ll see you soon!”

<<Bye bye, Enososin.>> They signed, with a smile, and gently shut the door behind their quickly turning backs.

***

Prologue; One - Two (here!) - Three - Four

High Seas; It Begins - Something's Wrong - Blood in the Water pt. 1

[princes-and-problems-au]

Worlds worst friend group lol

just a quick doodle thing that evolved when I wasn’t looking. Meet the four horsemen of the apocalypse, none of them are men <3. They are all gender neutral! Because it’s my world and I make the rules! These are what I call their eldritch/monster forms. From left to right it’s: Famine, Pestilence, Death/Azrael, War.

They do have human forms, I just haven’t gotten around to drawing them lol, and they do have other names but I can't think of any right now. The horsemen aren’t angels, but they aren’t demons either. They’re more like the middlemen, the in between. They will end the world, but only because they are the consequences, not the cause.

They are close with one another, though heavens forbid you encounter more than one at once. Most of them are introverts/ambiverts, except for War, who is obnoxiously extroverted.

A more detailed explanation of their designs, and why I made some choices, under the cut!

We are going left to right, so first it's Famine!

Famine is obviously a very malnourished figure, with their ribs poking out and gaunt face, the reason being obvious. Their lower half is that of an olm, not a snake! A blind, cave dwelling salamander. The reason I chose an olm is because olms can survive ten years without food! That seemed very fitting. Now, onto the holes on their esophagus and stomach/rib area. Those are actually mouths! It might not be obvious in this picture, but you can sort of see the teeth on the bigger one. From the rib hole you can see the intestines and stomachs escaping. This is symbolic of famine never being full. Famine often times holds their stomach in one hand. Sometimes, they also hold a scale in the other since its the symbol they are depicted with the most.

The second is Pestilence. They are by far the least humanoid of the group. I wanted to showcase the fact that illness is a very natural thing, perhaps even the most natural of the four (Other than Death, I guess). They are mainly a chimera mix of a creature. Their neck is not inspired by anything particular, almost like a long furry giraffe neck, their upper legs are bird legs, their midsection is mammalian, but it shows signs of mange. Their lower legs are lizard-like, and they have a rat tail. The only human features Pestilence has is the face and the two hands attached to their neck. The face because I found it to be easier to showcase illness on a human face, and also because its almost like a trap. A lure to distract you from the monstrous body. The hands because the white horseman (Pestilence in this au) is often depicted with a bow. Around them are visible bacteria and viruses.

The third is Death, AKA Azrael! My main little dude. They are by far the most angelic looking, I designed them to be human, but also very obviously not. They have a human body, but not human features like a nose or mouth. Its meant to symbolize how death if prevalent in humanity, but we don't really understand it that much. Its essential in the life cycle, but also reviled and mysterious. Azrael is able to pass as an angel because they technically are in my au. They where made alongside the Princes as one of the oldest beings. Despite the other horsemen having symbols, Death is depicted without one. It does not need a weapon, it just is. (But I give them a scythe anyways because I found it cool, sue me.)

The final one is War. They kicked my ass when I tried coming up with concepts. The other horsemen are all arguably natural concepts, but war is a wholly human creation. It isn't natural. I didn't want to make War just a human person, that wouldn't fit the eldritch horror vibe I had going with the rest of them. So I decided to make War's body a puppet. The human-looking puppet, controlled by this shadowy-void being. The puppet is an empty shell that cannot do anything without the creature controlling it, its backer. War is the creature, not the puppet. I found it very symbolic. I gave the puppet a blind fold, to show it is blind to the intentions of the backer.

Thanks for reading this far! I love questions, and I hope you enjoyed learning about my ocs! Remember to drink water.