#aka my apple pencil

[wrathofnature]

Time flies when mental health is garbo! Despite of recent events, my progression of drawing Ice themed Khun once every single year has brought me great joy.

Khun Aguero Agnis is still my favorite character of all time and I greatly enjoy his character. Someday, I will draw the fire Bam I promised myself to do ;w;

Now if only Tower of God: Great Journey can give my boy an ice themed alternate version of himself... I will pay an arm and leg (and soul) just to get that version...

Actually no that is a complete lie, I'm already selling majority of my soul and time investment to get all the Khun A. A. Units alongside many other units.

I haven't yet spend actual money though and I hope it stays that way lol

Unfortunately though, this is my last completed artwork for procreate because my apple pencil perished after years of multiple use. I tried very method under the sun but it doesn't respond anymore to my ipad soooo... Time to prepare a funeral lol

[sappho-rose]

just some scribbly doodles of the E4 to ease the art block 🫠

[oh-stars]

Recognition

Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1257 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

“What time will you be home?” Eddie asks, perched on the couch like a bird, elbows on his  knees and sitting on his heels, toes straining under his weight. He feels like a little gremlin, body needing a way to expel all the energy his boring day off built up while Steve’s been at work. 

Steve sighs and adjusts his tie in the mirror by the door. “If all goes well, eight?” 

Eddie groans and falls back, limbs flailing. “If they expect you to go to school after hours, they should at least pay you,” he says, face squished into the fabric. It’s miserable being on different schedules. He’s been working at the plant until the construction is done on his shop, which means weird hours and being completely off rhythm with Steve. He barely sees the man! 

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Steve huffs as he smooths down his shirt, walking towards him. He carefully bends over to kiss Eddie’s pouting lips, laughing at him. God, Eddie’s so glad this man is his. He’s too precious to let go. “I’d stay if I could,” Steve says softly. “You know I hate going to these things.” 

Eddie sighs, giving him a small smile as he touches up the few strands of Steve’s hair that were betrayed by his hairspray. “I know,” he says. “I could always come with you.” 

Steve shakes his head, cheeks pink. “Thank you, but you, uh, really don’t want to go to a boring PTA meeting. All they’re going to do is fight over which classroom should get the crayons.” 

“I’d go for you, Steve,” Eddie says. He sighs again and pushes Steve away. “Go so you can get back.” 

“I love you,” Steve says, stealing another kiss before he finally stands up. 

“Love you too,” Eddie says, smashing his face back into the couch. “I’ll be here, rotting away until you return, my sweet knight.” 

Steve shakes his head and grabs his wallet and keys off the coffee table. Then he’s gone, with the rumble of the Beemer and the faint sounds of David Bowie announcing his departure. 

Eddie lasts a whole three minutes before he’s shooting up off the couch and pacing around the living room as he thinks of something he could do to occupy his time. He’s done about as much housework as he could manage for the day, he doesn’t think he could practice anymore today or write at all with how depleted his creative juices feel, and he knows nothing good comes on TV on Tuesdays in early January. 

That’s how he ends up piddling about Steve’s desk. Steve keeps all his papers that need to be graded meticulously organized, with the ones that are fair game for anyone to grade (aka the ones with scoresheets) in the blue folder. On days where Eddie’s brain was too much, when he couldn’t even look at his guitar without feeling pain or pick up his pencil to be creative in any fashion, he needed something to do to get the excess brain energy out. Robin’s much the same way, so Steve started setting aside his pop quizzes and multiple choice tests in the blue folder for either of them to grade if they needed. Otherwise, he’d get to it eventually. It’s mindless enough to calm their brains, they feel good helping Steve, and it helps give Steve more time to focus on the essays and presentations that need more time to be graded. It’s a win win all the way around. 

The blue folder isn’t as full as normal, but there are a few worksheets Eddie can take care of for Steve. He reaches for the sticker book and the purple pen (Steve’s signature grading color) in the mug Wayne gave him that’s an apple with a little worm for a handle that he uses as a pencil cup. That’s when he sees the PTA flyer. It’s jam-packed with information and minutes from the last meeting, but in big, bold letters at the bottom of the flyer, Eddie reads:

Join us to honor this year’s Teacher of the Year, Mr. Steve Harrington, eighth grade English. 

Eddie puts down the blue folder, the pen, and the flyer. He’s still for exactly one minute before his body goes into flight or fight mode. Within ten minutes, he’s dressed in his nice date clothes and his hair is tamed back into a tight bun, threatening to snap the band. 

Time crunch or not, he drives like a bat out of hell. He has plenty of time to get to the school, they live close enough, but he needs to make a few stops first. All in all, he gets there right as the principal is starting the meeting. 

He tucks himself in a corner in the back, watching the whole thing patiently. The problem is, he can’t really see Steve. Eddie cranes his neck and bounces on his toes, trying to find a way to make it to one of the seats in the center of the auditorium, closer to the stage. 

His opening comes after the chorus does a performance, when the parents at the front scurry their students away before the meeting can continue. First off, rude, but it works in Eddie’s favor. Steve’s award is next and Eddie isn’t missing this. 

Eddie slips into the front row as the principal starts shifting gears, whispering to the vice principal as the crowd settles. 

She announces Steve to a polite applause, but that’s just not good enough for his Steve. 

His palms ache with how hard he’s clapping, just shy of letting out a loud ‘whoop’ – and he’d do it if it wasn’t for the pretty way Steve’s face and ears are pinkening up. Their eyes meet as Eddie beams. 

“Hi,” he mouths, trying so hard to not vibrate out of the seat. 

Steve’s smile softens as he gives a wave of appreciation to the crowd, eyes darting back to Eddie. As the principal sings Steve’s praise and when she hands over the microphone for Steve to say a few words, Steve’s eyes never leave Eddie’s. It isn’t until a few of his students get up to speak that Steve finally looks toward the speaker, his shy smile turning into one of pride. Eddie knows he could care less about the words themselves (it’ll be later tonight that Steve will have a crisis and finally let the kind words sink in, where he’ll cower into Eddie’s body and panic over how much these kids trust him), but rather seeing how brave his kids are for speaking to a crowd this big and doing it so well. 

The award is the last part of the meeting, so after another round of applause, everyone is dismissed. Eddie jumps up to meet Steve at the bottom of the stage. 

“You didn’t have to come,” Steve says as he jumps down. 

“I wanted to,” Eddie says. “I’m proud of you,” he adds as he bumps their shoulders together. 

“I’m just doing my job–”

“Stop,” Eddie says kindly, “you deserve this.” He grabs Steve’s hand and gently tugs him toward the exit. “C’mon, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate.”

“What about my car?” 

“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.”

Steve’s blush is even stronger up close, but he doesn’t fight Eddie. And it’s an absolute privilege to watch as Steve gets all shy again when Eddie presents him with flowers once they’re at the van, stammering his thanks as Eddie kisses his cheek swiftly. 

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Ao3 Link

Thank you @lady-lostmind 💜

[merpyzstar]

FELIZ TERCER ANIVERSARIO ENCANTO 😍🥳💖💖💖

This movie and most of all these characters hold an incredibly special place in my heart. I never imagined a Disney movie could have such a chokehold massive impact on my life. This is going to sound cheesy af but the Madrigal family ARE my family. They have brought joy, hope, laughter, belonging and most of all love into my life. The bond they all share and the strength and resilience of their loyalty and love for each other and the empathy and compassion they show, never fails to bring light into some of my darkest days. I truly don’t know where I would be without Encanto. No joke. From the bottom of my heart I want to emphasise how much I adore every single person involved in bringing this story and these characters to life. Between the incredible music, to the beautiful storyline, the love put into every single frame of animation in the movie, to the team weaving little pieces of their own story and family into the movie and of course the incredible voice actors, who gave these characters their voices and truly brought them to life, I love each and every one of you for giving us this masterpiece. It found me in a very dark time and I don’t know what I would’ve done without Encanto. And it’s brought me together with so many new people! And I can’t emphasise how much that means to me; to have met so many beautiful souls from different parts of the world and different walks of life, all thanks to this story. Happy 3rd anniversary Encanto, this little rant doesn’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me 🦋. ( slightly belated, my apologies 😅 )

( the artwork piece is the entire Familia Madrigal with my lil OC Merpy ( aka me ) in the middle! The first Encanto thing I ever got was a poster from the cinema of all of the Madrigals, so this picture is to honour that poster, which marked the beginning of my Encanto obsession lmaooo )

Individual pictures of each member coming soon!☺️✨

App used: Procreate

Tools used: iPad Air 2024 & Apple Pencil Pro

[mooreaux]

Hi! Your art is so gorgeous!! I discovered you through the Nightmarket IF, and I've since then marvelled at your illustrations!

I wanted to ask what advice you would give to someone if they're hesitant to share their illustrations publicly and if you could recommend any software/hardware? How did you get started doing what you do?

Hi there! First off, thank you for the love :D

Working on the night market with dear Zinnia is a passion project for me and it's awesome to know people enjoy it!

As for software/hardware: I started on a wacom bamboo tablet with Paint tool SAI. That was... like fifteen years ago now haha! For the last six years I've been working on ipad pros with apple pencils and procreate for my drawing program. I really love procreate! It's super intuitive and very 'pokey' (Aka I can jab at the screen with my finger and things happen which pleases me) It's also a REALLY easy program to learn which is great for me because despite being a digital artist, I am absolutely terrible with programs and technology in general.

As for sharing.... just jump in! I know that sounds kinda crazy, but hear me out. You'll never do it if you don't do it. Even if you gotta shut your eyes and cringe as you hit the button, just start posting! I would also recommend drawing for a fandom, as that'll get more eyes on your stuff and help build a following. That's just me tho, as I'm a big ole nerd who likes a lot of fandom content hehe.

I also wanna say: interact with other people's stuff! Don't be shy, leave a reply, fill up reblog tags with comments. Make connections! I'm super shy when it comes to maintaining convos thru discord servers and groups, but I love commenting on pieces of art and comics that really jive with me. It's a two way street: you give love, and a lot of the time you get love in return. It helps humanize the whole experience and make it a bit less scary, I feel!

Good luck to you friend, I hope to see ur beautiful art cross my dash one day!

[sageourplanetmeow]

YOU SNAKE! The Failed Funeral.

So, I was PLANNING on shading Vaggie in but… my Apple Pencil broke… I mourn its loss. Aka I’m going to just post some unfinished digital art and some art from my sketchbook aka more of my ocs. Plus some tadc art amongst other things that I don’t really do digitally that often.

~Part 1

~Part 2 (you’re here now)

~Next

Blurb: How did the failed funeral begin?

(By the way, once I get a replacement, we’ll be back on commissions and this comic, unless people are fine with me releasing the sketchbook versions (aka not unique colours, all normal pencil)

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! got any recommendations for some first kiss fics based on the trailers? sort of like what people think will happen in s2? preferably no smut!

Hi! Here are some first kiss fics published just before series two was released...

The Memories that Show us the Power of Love by eveningdreamer (T)

Cautiously Crowley stepped forward and looked closer. He gasped as he saw himself. But he looked different; with long hair and dark robes. He was grinning and tapping the angel on the shoulder like they were old friends. Crowley felt a wave of strange emotions. He felt… sentiment? For this moment he could not remember? Crowley's memories are taken away by Hell, and he has been sent to retrieve Gabriel from Aziraphale's shop. Can Aziraphale bring them and Crowley back? Perhaps he just has to show Crowley what he is missing.

Not Ever by GhoulishBastard (T)

Crowley is seen living in his Bentley for the following months as he no longer owns the flat he once had. In refusing to move into Aziraphale's bookshop due to the retired demons own self-loathing and embarrassment, we are met with a rather distant and bored Crowley. Upon stopping by the bookshop for his occasional check in, Crowley is led to share a little more about himself with his angel friend, who is once again requesting him to stay.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by grntair3 (NR)

"Isn't this the one about the fish?" came Crowley’s voice. Aziraphale turned, eyes meeting Crowley's through his lenses before moving on to take in the rest of him. He was wearing a suit he'd never seen before–crisp, black on black pinstripe trousers with a matching jacket that was left undone, accompanied by a buttoned mesh black shirt underneath. Through it Aziraphale could see the smooth skin of his slim frame, from just above his navel to his Adam’s apple. Around his neck lay a thin, rope-like black tie, which only brought more attention to his visible clavicle. Aziraphale felt a rush run over him. "Sorry... what was that?" (aka, Aziraphale throws The Ball)

In Other Words (Baby, Kiss Me) by asparkofgoodness (M)

“You’ll stab your eye if you keep on like that.” “I’ll be- oops!” He rubbed at a stray mark with his ring finger, then continued. “I am very out of practice, I’m afraid. Ouch!” “Just,” Crowley huffed as he plucked the pencil from his hand, “let me. C’mere.” Aziraphale did as he was told, turning away from the mirror and watching with widening eyes as Crowley stepped in close. Oh, my. The mirrors’ bulbs bathed half of his angled features in soft light. Always, Crowley was always gorgeous, but something about this suit — the wide plane of the shoulders, perhaps, or the way the vertical stripes led one’s eyes down the length of his body — and the cut of the hat across his brow… Aziraphale could hardly manage a coherent thought. The buzz of the audience reminded him: show. Soon. Right. ----- Crowley pops into the dressing room before Aziraphale's magic show to wish him luck.

1:57AM at A.Z. FELL AND CO. by Lupe1987 (T)

crowley and aziraphale get plastered. they get drunk and make bad decisions. aziraphale turns out to be strikingly poetic when he's drunk.

All i want is nothing more than you Lightofonesoul (G)

It a fanfiction about a scene in the opening and that dinner in '41 (that it's in my head) + an addiction 👀 "He met his eyes and again that small pout made him raise his snake eyes to heaven, and to God who had decided to put in his way a creature so extremely... adorable. Again, he found himself doing what his friend wanted. He lifted his left foot, resting it on the towel, and the angel started to look at it. “Mmmh yes, you seem ok.” He said absorbed and then took to turn his foot, here and there to saw if he was really healed. Crowley had said nothing, tried not to move and not look at him, to not to concentrate on his delicate and pleasant touch. To not wander his mind on that contact and that closeness by the one he had wanted for centuries. "Aziraphale usually interrupted those moments of intimacy, as if he snapped his fingers to raise an invisible barrier between them. Crowley looked away for a moment, turning his head to the side and drinking the wine in silence, to give him time to do what he had always done, to save himself from temptation, but that evening it did not happen."

- Mod D

[thewandererh]

🦑 Will You Snail? 2022 Art Dump 4 [ first - prev - next ]

⚠️[huge story spoilers]⚠️

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amelia!!!!! amelia <33. she’s a big lore character for the smoking and frazzled few who did not heed my electric fence (aka spoiler warning). anyways *hairdryers the comedically inaccurate soot off of you* i love her so much. what i liked to draw/my artstyle at the time definitely showed through with her design; spikyness, angularness, playing with hairstyles, etc. funky! i remembered these arts of mine but had kinda forgotten the context until i finished the game again today after 3 years (<-crying). despite the hyperfixation having been so huge, i somehow experienced ‘OHH’ moments to my own art lol. remembering why i drew it and what for. wrraauggh….

the last image here is actually the first date-made-wise but i didnt wanna spoil any someones cruising the ‘more posts like this’ through similar tags so below it goes. now it acts like a story huhu…

i love you whiteboard fox premium. i dont have it anymore bc i moved onto magma + am soon officially owning an apple pencil (i hope) so. yej. you never did me wrong whiteboardfox <33

[emily-mooon]

*appears from the corner with a magic wand (aka my Apple Pencil)*

Moomins your Nordegrim

[fearandhatred]

at LONG LAST i've bought a new apple pencil so i can draw on my ipad again. anyway here's a hobie i drew while queuing for my eras tour tickets aka the last time i saw my previous apple pencil

[tobyisave]

ask dump #3!

rch

Yes and no! Holetta Baby is a character song for a story I wrote in high school with some friends I've since fallen out of touch with --- because of that (esp. since some of the characters were based on ourselves), and because it's frankly bizarre, I don't know if I'll ever share too much about it.

All you really need to know is that it's from the perspective of a man whose wife flew away as he gradually realizes that she's never coming back. IIRC she was just fleeing for a while because their love was forbidden, hence "Loving you's so good I fear it's wrong." In reality, she got trapped on an island somewhere and he was too heartbroken to consider the possibility that she might need rescuing.

Thank you!!! I really can't overstate how happy I am that Townsend resonates with other people who have intrusive thoughts. It's something I still have trouble talking about but she's been a good outlet for that. Also quite happy that the angst is hitting right ehehe

art

Honestly no, I have so much trouble with that too OTL. Occasionally I use the warp tool on a sketch to help put an interesting line of action before I actually do lineart? I recently started experimenting with drawing in fisheye perspective too, and that definitely shakes things up.

Thank you so much!!

I almost always draw in Procreate (with an iPad + apple pen). I have 2 sets of favorite brushes on there - these are what I usually use:

6B Pencil (found in the "sketching" category). I use this for EVERYTHING from lines to rendering.

Studio Pen ("inking")

Medium Hard Airbrush aka the most generic brush on earth

Inka ("inking")

Spectra ("painting") - annoying because it can alter colors by pressure though

Then I have this set I call 'ink kit' which I use when I want to change things up without actually switching mediums lol

Blackburn ("drawing") - Really thick brush that makes me think a little harder about lines. I also have a duplicate modified to make it a little smoother and smaller & I switch between those two when doing lineart on these pieces

Gesinski Ink ("inking") - one of those pens that's flat so it's really thin or wide depending on the angle

Oil Paint ("painting")

Watercolor ("painting") -- just for coloring stuff in when it doesn't have to be precise

Also these niche uses:

Driven Snow ("elements") for freckles

Nikko Rull ("painting") for skin texture

adamandi

It was just a fairly thick curling iron (curled upwards all over my head) and then a lot of hairspray. If I remember correctly, the first night it was done by our costume designer Hahnji Jang (@/hahnjij on insta!) and then I did it myself the rest of the nights. It was definitely their idea at least - my hair is naturally pretty flat and up til then I assumed Vincent's would be too, lol.

No idea where the bag (or really any of it) is from, sorry. I really liked walking around in his swooshy jacket, and I ended up buying it afterwards. As far as normal people clothes I would actually wear, I really really liked his pants, which I was unfortunately not able to keep.

There actually exists in my mind a completely different "biblically accurate Vincent," which is the Vincent I had been picturing all the way up until the actual performances. I always pictured him with long black hair and freckles, and I considered drawing on freckles for the show because of that.

[sadistic-kiss]

Important Announcement Please read: Hello I’m sure you have all been worried about me since I haven’t been posting like I normally do. In short I had lost my job last week. I’ve always helped my mom out with my siblings but now she decided to give me money for it, however I know she does not have the funds to pay me for babysitting so usually I just give it back to her in some way(grocery shopping, rent, etc). With all this, I have decided that a remote job would be best so I can still help my mom with my siblings and financially support her. To make a sob story short I wanted my hobby to be my kind of side job. I love writing stories and I’ve recently started drawing pictures to add to my stories (though they are not good right now so give me some time it’s been five years since I picked up a pencil(aka apple pen🥲).

I started writing because of my horrible break up and it has been the best thing that I’ve ever gotten into. I want to keep writing and I plan to keep writing. This long mumble of words isn’t saying ‘If you don’t pay me I won’t write’- what I’m trying to say is, ‘If you like my stories and want to support me here’s how’.

I don’t know if some of you will absolutely hate me for even putting this idea out there because I always prided myself on not collecting money from what I do. Because in honesty I will keep writing even if I get nothing. I just thought if I could get even a little bit I could help my mom in some way or maybe I get a lot of support and I can put more focus on writing more stories and adding visual pictures. That is the route I want to go and that is the route I am heading whether it be slow or fast is depending on life and well my financial situation and if I need to get a second job from home. I would much rather this be on the front burner instead of the back burner. I want to put my undivided attention into my stories and drawings and if you like that idea too and want

full speed ahead picture stories and chapters almost every day then please go to my page for more info.

Or maybe you don’t like that idea or your financial situation is tricky that’s okay too I understand. I’ll still keep posting, it’s what I enjoy doing. I will never put a story or chapter behind a paid wall 🖤.

I hope you all won’t be upset with me, I have been stressing about this the entire week and I truly didn’t know what else to do or say about the situation. If this absolutely pisses you off then I will remove it and we can continue on like normal.

[marksbear]

gotta go off anon but here u go! sorry if they’re inaccurate i just drew the details i could find in my style! anyways here’s the sketches! please excuse me i had to use a computer and mouse so im sorry if they’re bad😭😭

mark sketches! featuring that short raccoon anon! (and the midlife crisis i had while drawing this)

( btw i did in fact have to buy a new apple pencil but istg i won’t lose it this time😞 )

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AHBDYEDJSHBDYEVH I LOVE IT! Like i'm so tempted to just make this my pin comment!I love everything about this! LIKE IM BOUNCING off walls rn type of love! 🦝 just being my arm rest!

LMAOOO the writing aka your midlife crisis just made it ever more better to look at!

Like bro I need you to marry me rnnn!

How the hell did you know that I have a happy trail.

Like bro this have me smiling ear to ear!

[codgod]

Tech collector here, iPad Pro 10.5" cases are still plentiful on places like Amazon, eBay, and AliExpress! I looked at eBay AU and AliExpress AU and there are many types and styles for good prices. Some of them are listings with multiple options, and the 10.5 Pro will share a selection with the iPad Air 3 (they're the same size and can share some cases). If you're looking for a specific style of case I'm happy to help further :)

ngl i don’t like/trust amazon and idk how ebay works [also have never used aliexpress] so that’s half why i was asking in case anyone had any other options LOL but if that’s all there is i guess i’ll live u.u

honestly as long as it can make my ipad stand at an angle [aka the magnetic folding out covers] and it has a holder for my apple pencil that’s the only things i rlly need and i assume most cases will have those so ty ty for ur help <3

[bluu3berry]

Error's assistant

With the old clothing of error this frisk isn't normal, in this multiverse everything is normal. But- Error and ink adopted a frisk and a chara as an assistant.. We have Frior, and we have Chalk. Today we'll be talking more on frior's end and his journey, to the last detail.

Past:

A forgotten AU, the creator never came back to leaving their old ideas with the AU the ideas was.. bringing to life One of Destruction, One of Creativity.. it was all still unfinished til a "sans" found the local chara of the AU, taking it into his hands as a student finding it with potential, Who came for the frisk? ... The opposite, the emeny, a Bug a glitch.. Found the destructive child that was still in a state of sleep.. since the AU was never finished they couldnt wake up til they left. So the sans took his chance and took the frisk as a student.. growing a  bound with it soon after..

Middle:

Frior came from a "Female" Frisk AU, Never fitting his body he has transitioned, But that is a minor story compared to what is to come!

With the old clothing error once had, socks, and new shiny red shoes from a stolen AU.. (Underfell) he was tasked and trained next to and besides error like a father, Error was his adopted father, Nicknamed "Papa" by younger frior, Guess the name never fell did it?

when error finally let frior explore outside the anti-void something came to a surprise! a colorful new world, has his "Papa" always been destorying this? Why was their so many? He understood now why his father thought that way. It was to cluttered it hurt to look at, all those dimensions, alternations.. everything just hurt to watch.

But in all good times their is a side to the evil /creativity/ as we find frior standing in a fight against the guardian, the "Good" guy.. one who "helped" make AU's, He also had a assistant.. Chalk.. Something sparked in Frior. He remember the time before all of this the time when he was in the unfinished AU, the chara even had.. half of the other soul.. Frior freaked out, and after that he would always try and hangout with chalk when error wasn't looking, so would chalk in response they grew close unlike error and ink. becoming great friends..

Present:

They're still an assistant but has way more freedom then they used to, error is more leaned on the rules and they have more freedom being good old pals with chalk, Chalk even helped replace the dirty old pencil they where forced to have with a brand new one!

it seems good.. but would you like to see more of frior?

---------------INFO------------------

Age - 16

Gender: FTM (trans) He/him

Sexuality - Pansexual

Personality: Quiet, Jokester, "wise", Quick, Prankster

Neurodivergent (autistic)

Likes: Human flesh.. (jk or am i..?), Quietness, Talking, Choas, peace, Destruction.. ERROR AKA "PAPA"/J 

Dislikes: Ink (somewhat), Freshink, any "fresh", Gum, Cheese sticks, (REALLY HATES APPLE SAUSE)

Relationships- Ink: Meh, Error: Father, Fresh- Annoying person, Nightmare: Scared of, Horror/Dust: Can take on, Killer: FRIENDS, Dream/Blue: Good pals!, Outer: Uncle figure (Susgest more ig)

------------SOUL INFO---------------

-Soul- Destruction

This soul is incomplete or ripped in half version of the true soul "Creativity!" The other side is kept in with chalk, if ever combind.. may the undertale omniverses pray for forgiveness..

Powers - usually only destructive, they cannot usually make any stable creations only creations that stand for a while then fall within seconds.

Item: Drawing tablet pen

[item ability: Can be used to tear and ripp items in half usually causing code to break, it can also draw and summon small creatures to aid in attacks]

Armor: White arm stockings

[Armor Ability: Causes minor delay in the attack but also adds 10 defense]

Accessory: Cat hood

[Accesory ability: Nothing.]

-------STATS------

Max HP: 90/90

Attack: 10

Defense: 10 + Armor = 20

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PHEW!!! THIS IS FRIOR! A KINSONA TYPE OF THING! THANKS TO MY BOYFRIEND FOR MAKING CHALK!- WAHO!

[Art by CuddleTheCow on Toyhouse]

[aller-geez]

why do people assume everyone is the good protagonist that can't be hurt and is invincible and doesnt get affected by hate seriously i- listen i fully understand how you feel, and that you made an apology is amazing. But i also understand you rant on the internet because it hurt you more than you hurt anyone else. And now ppl are suddenly shitting on your hair, only because of one photo i seriously can't imagine how you must feel right now. I'm literally so angry.

Listen, this is what happened. Geezie worked super hard to create all the drawings she created, and did something admittedly pretty horrible once, and now people are ignoring the effort from earlier, hating on her, claiming she did it everytime, which i can kinda understand. But what i do NOT understand is that someone can come over and tell you to improve because you're mental health is affected by it!! I cannot grasp that mentality! You must have a great fucking life to be able to say something like that. Now if anyone hates geezie more because a FAN of her (aka not herself) can't take the critisism she received, dont you fucking dare to direct even more hate at someone who's been bullied for a reason, but nevertheless bullied. Listen, viceous words are as sharp as knifes and it hurts even more coming from a community that has loved and accepted you for a while. Can't no one understand that??

That’s honestly kind of where I’m at with it all..

Like, I know I fucked up, trust me. I am in no way trying to excuse what happened, or minimize it in the slightest.

But the amount of pure hate I’m receiving about personal shit due to something as vulnerable as fetish art that was instantly taken down, apologized for, and even the reblog that started it all was deleted.

The space I felt the safest with who I am suddenly made me feel like less than nothing over something that could have been handled by sending me a dm and I would have had the same reaction.. But instead there’s people insulting my appearance, and I can’t even scroll through my dashboard without seeing someone post about it. I’ve drawn over 200 pieces since April when I joined, which is an embarrassing amount of hours and finger calluses from my Apple Pencil.

And all of it was set on fire because no one could just shoot me a message..

So I feel, as someone who is diagnosed with a grab bag of mental illnesses including bpd, and autism, I’m allowed to feel depressed that 4 months of work and all of that time I’ve spent on art to go up in smoke..

Yes, I definitely caused it and haven’t tried once to defend my actions. I am extremely sorry.

But the hate I’m getting is so hard to not internalize when I already struggle every day with keeping my head above water.

Idk, maybe I’m expecting too much, maybe I’m just rambling and this will just further the clown image I already have going on for myself. Idk

either way, thanks for your support and kind words, it really means a lot to me.