#anyway this was meant to be a quick sketch but i wanted to get it RIGHT and I ended up slaving away at it for months instead ...

[mars-ipan]

i have other things to draw but these new kmhn fits from the merch drop have enamored me

(my comms are open, btw!)

[threadbare-art]

Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer And the sky is falling down

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[reagi-df]

Febuwhump Day 13: You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Old sketch design for my forgive me au but I’m gonna use it anyway

Donnie stares down at the screen as he types away, he's surrounded by the quietness of the lab. He's exhausted but he needs to finish what he started. It's been a rare few quiet days from having to go against any major Kraang players and he's taking this time to really get things sorted for when the time comes and he wakes up properly.

His fingers slow down on his keypad, eyes automatically looking up to his monitor showing the vital signs. Everything is stable for the moment and Donnie is grateful for that.

“Knock knock”  jolting, Donnie shoots his head around and sees Raph standing there. Even though his body doesn't have any eyes, he knows from how his head is tilted he assesses Donnie. 

And he doesn't like it.

“Raphael, what can I do for you at this hour”  he's glad his mask hides the bags under his eyes.

“Raph could ask you the same thing” the sounds of Raphs metal feet hitting his floor as he walks closer, Donnie lets his ninpō ripple under his skin as he subtly swipes away the taps connected to the chamber.

Raph cant see.

“Why are you still up?”

“Have a lot of things to do. Projects to finish. I need to make sure our defences are up and running frantically, even if the Kraang are being strangely quiet it won't last forever and I need to make sure we're ready” Donnies hands are flying about his keypad as he speaks.

A heavy hand rests on top of his own, stilling him. Donnie looks down at the metal digits, observes the grooves and scratches that litter his brother's metal casing. A sharp prain runs through him at the thought of not seeing his oldest brother's flesh hand again but he knows it's too late now. Even if he tried it wouldn't work.

And he doesn't want to go through that again. 

“You need to let me buffer out your hand again” he says absently.

Dragging his tiered eye up to these dimmed lit eyes of his brothers he hears Raph sigh. “Don, please go to sleep. I know its been hard  on you but I don't want you to burn yourself out again. I can't go through watching you die right in front of my eyes. Not again.”

Looking away Donnie swallows. “That wasn't my intention.”

“I know” Raph’s hand leaves Donnie’s and he secretly mourns the loss. “But you mean a lot to us Don, we don't want you to keep hurting.”

He stubbornly refuses to look up, “I’m fine, Raph.”

“Please donnie, Le-” 

“Dont!” Donnie grits out, cutting off whatever Raph was going to say.

Silence hangs in the air, tension heavy.

Closing his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, “I'm sorry” he exhales.

Raphs gently places his hand back on Donnies broad shoulder and he leans into the touch. “I know I nag a lot, but I just don't want you to hurt”

Patting Raphs hand “I know big brother” looking up he turns to face Raph, metal hand falling from his shoulder. “Look I promise i'll go to sleep, I just need another 10 minutes”

They both stand there staring at each other, it feels like an eternity before Raph sighs again and steps back. “Okay, I know a losing  battle when I see one. Im making the rounds and when I come back and you're not asleep i'm dragging your ass to bed”

Snorting, Donnie bobs his head. “Sure” a small smile forms on his face.

Head shaking fondly, Raph walks to the door but pauses before he leaves. “I meant what I said Don” turning his head around he continues “you mean a lot to us, your family and we do anything for the family.

“Yeah” his voice catches in his throat.

They’ll do anything for their family.

Nodding Raph bids him farewell, “g’night don”

“Night” he whispers.

He stands there for a few seconds before he shuts all of his projects down, he pauses with his hand hovering in the air, he feels his ninpo running through his body, he brings up the tabs containing the chamber again and walks away as he transfers them to his gauntlet.

With a quick few strides to one side of the room, Donnie presses his palm to a hidden compartment, there's a hiss as the doors open. He's glad he never told anyone about this hidden room. It's become very useful for stuff he doesn't want others to see.

The doors close firmly behind him with the lights flickering on, with a flick of his fingers the tabs are transferred to the machine connected to the chamber. “I'll be quick, then you can go back to sleep. Donnie passes his time by making sure everything is working correctly, it usually takes about 10 minutes or so, but he's dragging his feet. He talks about anything that comes to mind, about the time Mikey ended up sleepwalking into a wall, or that time he ended up floating to the ceiling and unable to get down,. 

“He’s exhausted, Mikes been doing too much lately”. Donnie muses.

Donnie goes on, speaking about the time when April and he had found a stash of booze, that was strangely still in date, and got drunk. “April was cursing me out, she should've known that my metabolism is superior than hers.” he absently rubs his head from where she smacked him when he did tell her. 

His feet bring him closer to the chamber, “Jr is becoming a terror, coming more and more like his mother everyday” Donnie checks the systems and the vitals. “He's learning so fast, it was enjoyable watching him talk cheekily back to April” he pauses and looks down.

“You'd like him,” he whispers. 

A dull scratches his attention, turning his head Donnie sees a green hand with an IV cannula strapped to the back, tubing floating around his body. The hand drags down and his claws leave sharp grooves into the glass.

Walking up, Donnie places his own pawl onto the thick glass. Leo stares back at him with dull unseeing eyes, a mask firmly placed onto his mouth while his body is submerged in water.

“I'm sorry,” Donnie whispers as he watches those unseeing eyes flutter and shut.

“Please forgive me” he murmurs to the dead.

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Dropping this here for @febuwhump I was hoping id find something

Im hoping to get close to the juicy bits in Forgive Me, id love it if you'd vote for these boys in the @tmntaucompetition it'll be fun show what ive got planned 😈, as well as going up against other peoples

Again excuse my dyslexic unbetaed

[clegfly]

PUTER MASTERPOST AT LAST!!!

If you’re one of the people that asked me for this, the wait is over!!

To my pleasant surprise since I started it puter has become probably the most popular thing I’ve made which I’m SO grateful for… so, I thought it only fair to give the people what they ask for and make a full master post compiling all the content I’ve made for the au thus far!! This will be updated as I post, hopefully.

Keep in mind that puter is still a work in progress, so there will be a lot that doesn’t work or make sense yet, but trust me, I’m working on it! Remember, patience is key!!

So, without further ado, here it is!!!

Quick Summary

For anyone wondering what puter actually is, here’s the gist:

Following the events of OMORI’s neutral ending (specifically the one in which basil dies… specific variation of THAT isn’t too key at the moment but that might change for plot reasons…), five years after the move, with some help from his mother, sunny is improving… very slightly. In fact, he’s had enough motivation to pull together a shitty little flash game, fuelled by his past passion for them. He’s still not fully all there, and he still spends most of his time in headspace asleep, but now he has SOMETHING to work on outside of it, and it’s giving him the slightest reason and encouragement to wake up each morning. The slightest.

And, notably, one of the characters in said shitty flash game is actually based on Mari… Even when he isn’t really trying to, he ends up putting her in the game anyway, because he wants mari to be safe, and he’s so consumed by guilt and regret that he feels obliged to make her in worlds where she can be okay. Another sort of subconscious way of both immortalising her and apologising to her in another fun, perfect world of his design, where no harm can befall her, and everything is perfect. He didn’t kill her. They never argued. Mari is okay. Mari is fine, again. He’s sorry. He’s so, so sorry.

However… this stand in mari character actually gains sentience and becomes self aware, convincing itself that it truly is mari… leading to a LOT of stuff. We call her “mariware” over here, by the way!

The au’s actual storyline takes place years after this, following kel after he visits sunny’s mother five years after his mysterious suicide, and possessing a flash drive containing her son’s game… and, as we know, something else.

As stated like thirty times at this point… VERY work in progress!!! But I do have most of it figured out… though I’m not sure how to convey it as an actual story yet… but that will come with time, I’m sure!!!

Lore/ Canon Posts

Posts I’ve made for puter which are actual pieces I’ve put thought into and are canonical to the au. Have fun!!

ERHUSGKSCAE UEGGVXAE

SILBVRUW

IHX UEPJMCE

BUKLIEGV!

ULTAL QTMKE

UUG

SO RWY EGQTMUMV?

Doodles/ Sketches

Here is where you can find all my non-canon doodles and sketches for the au!!

Concept art

Awful dithering test

Cleg gets the artstyle right for the first time

Click and drag

Antivirus

Club penguin

Kel design concept sketch

Microsoft paint

Mariware bromine brush 1

Mariware bromine brush 2

Mariware boingoingoingoing

Wrong

Fries

She wants to KILL

Heromari

Get a job bozo

Sir this is a Wendy’s

Teaser

Oh fuck yeah this is my jam!!!

Big questions…

Mariware vs captcha

IHX IVPJMKEL

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…huh? Is something else meant to be here?…

…

…maybe it’s not ready yet.

[joenhead]

ive been cursed to care deeply about these two losers and their relationship …they fill my thoughts every hour and i couldnt get rid of them even if i wanted to (which. admittedly i dont)

anyways ignore my melodrama, enjoy this small quick sketch i did, maybe ill finish it one day but for now its a sketch. (if kremys hand is weird its because hes meant to be holding his cane)

im on episode 17 and these two make me unwell i have so many clips on my phone saved about them and i can hear the cogs in my brain shifting (the memories of gifts and the wedding episode broke my brain)

[ash-is-dying]

Temporary Tattoo

A/N: Felt compelled to write a quick blurb after drawing one of these on my own hand. Idk guys the delulu is really getting to me today. Anyway enjoy!

Shy!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 782

Fluffy / Mildy Spicy Blurb

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“Just stay still Eddie!”

“But you’re taking forever!”

The pen runs over his knuckles as you outline the bones on his hand. You had spent the entirety of calculus at the back drawing on Eddie’s hand. He had breached the topic of getting a skeleton hand tattoo so you had made the generous offer to be his temporary tattoo artist.

His various rings had been scattered across the desk and the sleeve of his hellfire shirt had been rolled the full way up his arm exposing his actual tattoos alongside the detailed sketch on his left hand. You sat knee to knee with the boy as the arm you’re drawing with pins his arm to the table and the other holds his hand flat.

For someone who was covered in hidden tattoos you’re genuinely surprised by how much he moved while you were working and how whiney he was being about you taking too long.

“How long?”

“Eddie I haven’t even done your wrist yet. Chill your balls. We’ve still got half an hour anyway.”

He throws his head back and sighs deeply. His other hand starts to fidget, miming the chords for some metal song or another. His eyes close and he looks like a toddler who’s been denied chocolate from the shops. His head lolls to the side to look at you.

You’re completely oblivious to the look he gives you as he studies your concentrated face, biting your lip and your brows furrowed as you smoothed over the outlines you had drawn. Unbeknownst to you the real reason he was so all over the place wasn’t because the tattoo was taking too long.

It was because you were the one drawing it.

When you had started your gentle touches had left him flinching, moving towards your warm hands. Hence the need for physical restraint. Eddie’s cheeks flushed the moment you had wrestled his arm under yours, your closeness making his heart jump start. He could spend hours here just having you draw all over him. He’d let you fill every gap between his tats if it meant he could keep you like this.

The only reason he was now encouraging you to hurry was because he didn’t need the artist girl he’d been crushing on for months noticing the semi he was sporting. He had tried to slide further under the desk to make it less obvious but the hold you had on his arm was making things increasingly harder.

In both ways.

“I don’t think we need to do the wrist, just my hand is fine-” he said sharply.

“But didn’t you want a half-sleeve anyway? Thought you wanted me to try the whole tattoo.”

“As cool as that would be I kinda need my arm back sweetheart-” He says with an edge of panic in his voice.

“Okay okay, I’ll be done in ten.”

The next ten minutes were probably the longest ten minutes of his life.

For the fine detailing you had made the decision that you needed to get even closer. You had rotated his arm and had folded your leg over his, just adjacent to where he desperately needed you not to be. He watched anxiously as you shifted to finish off the tattoo. He genuinely tried to sink into his chair and disappear. If you had even a hint of what was happening under the desk he would be absolutely mortified.

“Why do you get so many tattoos Eds?”

Her sudden question pulls him out of his head. “Oh- um. I guess because they look cool? And they help me express a part of myself that I want to show people rather than tell them about.”

“Fair enough.” There’s a long pause. “Can I ask you something?”

Eddie’s brows raise in concern. “Yes?”

“Do you get this turned on for all your tattoo artists or just me?”

The silence is deafening as his eyes widen in shock and realization. He stutters as you move off of his lap unable to find the words. The bell goes and you begin to pack up your things not sparing him a glance until you put your hand on his shoulder and lean to whisper in his ear.

“If you ever need another tattoo done… call me okay.”

You give his cheek a quick peck as you turn away and walk out of the room with a flush on your face, leaving behind an extremely flustered and red faced Eddie. He looks down at his arm. It’s amazing of course. But what really catches his eye is the messily written phone number on the underside of his arm.

Maybe he will get another temporary tattoo.

[stargatesg-1obsessed]

Sam sketch!

I would say a quick one, but then I looked at it said I’d spent a little over an hour on it soo… apparently not.

I mean, obviously it doesn’t look exactly like her, but that’s a given. For me, anyway. Plus, it’s not meant to be realistic, this is just my art style. I want to colour it as some point, but I’m not sure.

I’m actually quite proud of this, because I don’t do digital art as much as I probably should. So consider.. it’s not too bad, I don’t think. Though I’ve thought that about some of my old drawings and then I’ve seen them recently and been disgusted.

Also, my new iPad case is great and all, but it won’t let me press the power button. So I can’t actually turn my iPad on and off.. ergo I can’t take a screenshot. I don’t know why, it’s got the button indent, my volume buttons have the same thing and works, but for some reason the power button doesn’t. It’s actually extremely annoying. I have no idea why. It’s really starting to annoy me. To the point I’m angry (probably just my pre period hormones kicking in, it still). So I had to faff about in settings and get a button on my screen to take a screenshot. Which isn’t ideal because I have to turn it on and off because I screen record a lot of stuff, and it’s visible. Aghh, I’m getting so pissed.

Anyway. Hope the sketch is ok. (Side note, I need to fix the mouth)

[crystalizedcryolite]

Hello!! Was reading your fic recently and I'm wondering, what was the inspiration the aliases the colour gang has?

Ah, a wonderful question! :D

Red's name was actually from the comment section of the first chapter. I needed help coming up with a name, and from what I was given, I chose the Greek Name "Proteus"! I'm a sucker for greek mythology <3

Orange’s was a similar case, but this time I had people choose between Sketch and Canvas. Sketch won! Which fit better since they sort of have to sketch out quick drawings to get it done faster while in action.

Yellow- I had no idea. For now he's being called "Y", which is honestly cool, but I'm considering "Hephaestus", but maybe not considering it's lengthy.

Green's was almost going to be Siren, but it felt waaay too similar to other fics I've read from other fandoms. But Songbird seemed fitting, at least! I wanted it to really reference how he's associated with singing.

Blue's was by far the easiest. Witch, because- she's a witch. But witches are also very tricky to deal with! And Blue, even if she's powerless, is also very tricky to deal with.

And I'm not sure if Purple counts as the CG (most definitely not but they are quite important) but I'll share it anyway!

Purple’s alias was always meant to be Aeolus from the start. Another reference to greek mythology, since they seemed like the type to like that stuff! ^^

Thanks for the question! I appreciate it a lot, you have no idea.

[warywind]

Dergtober 4-8

Time to catch up on derbtober art! I meant to post these more regularly, oops.

Day 4: Pirate; featuring, err, she somehow doesn't have a name yet after 6 years. Current ideas are maybe Seaberry? Nebelung? We'll see. Anyway, she's one of the main combatants of a band of nocturne thieves. While most of the members prefer to stick to indirect combat and poisons should something go wrong with a mark, she's more than happy to start drawing her blades.

Day 5: Map; featuring Jasper. No, I did not draw all this that day, lol. I decided today's prompt was a good opportunity to make myself finish this drawing from March where I'd already drawn and colored everything except the map accent and a few other wing details. I just did not want to deal with that accent haha. The drawing originally was a style test to see how using exclusively hard-edged cell shading would look. It works alright for dramatically-lit irishim, but I don't think it's a style I would want to use for any length of time.

Day 6: Deity; featuring a real quick sketch of what it might look like for the Windsinger to pass by; keeping things loose and rough because if I went much further I'd have to start thinking composition thoughts and I didn't sign up for designing a whole landscape. XD The dragon far below is my random progenitor Aural. He's devoted to his deity and credits the Windsinger for having a better plan for him when childhood blindness made the plans his parents would have had impossible. His faith is a quiet one though, mostly shown through his dedication to individual freedom and making sure his clan is a place where everyone can thrive.

Day 7: Ancient; featuring, uhhh, also doesn't have a name. I guess I never decided how I want to handle Aberration name schemes. I hunted down which of my Ancients is the oldest by hatchdate. By lore, this pair is somewhat unusual among Aberrations in that their brains are linked, so its pretty loud in their heads as they are constantly aware of each other's thoughts. In theory this would allow them to coordinate pretty well, and they can when they are properly paying attention, but just as often they end up getting in each other's way. Such as here, where a noise behind them catches their attention and they end up bonking heads because they tried to move into the same space.

Day 7: Portal; featuring an extra quick sketch of Oneiri and a confused message recipient. Aural's son is close to flightless due to his tiny wing size, but makes up for it with dreameater abilities he gained from bonding with an ancient Baku. Jumping into the ethereal plane is a very effective way to travel! Oneiri's plane jumping is something I've wanted to draw for a while and I hope to make a more serious attempt at it sometime. The clan generally tries not to advertise his abilities because drawing attention is usually more hassle than it's worth, but pranking new clanmates that don't know is still fair game and I couldn't resist adding a startled onlooker in the corner. XD

[mxjez]

it's that time during my yearly mha obsession that I attempt to redesign the girls.

Uraraka's isn't horrible, I just think the astronaut theme could've been executed better. And the more I look at the heel boots the more they weird me out. Plus, her belt plus pink strip gives underwear vibes.

Loose pants, chonky space boots. That's all I wanted. This is like a first suit versus updated suit thing.

Momo's is the fucking worst of course. The cape she gets later on is the only good part of her suit. I'd be find with her having heels, but not three inches or whatever's going on here. Two max for being out in the field.

I meant to give her a bit more heel but forgot. Anyway, her thighs, stomach, and back are exposed since they're bigger areas of fat and parts of her arms are also exposed since I kind of imagine her pulling out stuff by reaching over as it's created. Again, a first suit next to a later update one. I gave her a mask later...I guess cause Midnight has one, idk.

The more I look at Mina's the less I dislike it. It's not bad, but once I saw that in the manga her pattern was meant to resemble poisonous frogs I got a bit disappointed in the first one again. Plus, for a hero named Pinky there's a lack of pink in her suit. I know SHE'S pink, but if you're gonna make it your name then put it in the suit!

I'm not super happy with either of these, but I think I got my point across with the first one. Pink and poison pattern! The one on the right was just a fun experiment, maybe one of her dance outfits or something i dunno.

This isn't a redesign edit this is me trying to figure out how I want my fanfic quirkless midoriya to look. His hero suit is honestly really good and I couldn't think of what I wanted to change, so I just adjusted the mask to more clearly have a smile and gave him a knife. The second has Hatsume Mei's grappling gear so that he can sort of Spider-Man around, metal on his shoes for kicking, and a bit of jetpack power on his shoes so that he can cushion his landings, give his jumps a boost, and maybe move around similar to Gran Torino. I'm not sure if I'll keep the clunky hip grapples since he has them on his wrists, but I drew it just in case.

also I just drew ON TOP of their official designs since they're just meant to be quick idea sketches, so I'm not going to claim this as completely original art, but these are my edits so just keep that in mind.

[okartichoke]

just to check in are u cool with long asks bc i realize i ramble Quite A Bit and my response is getting long again ^^; also meant to ask before! is they birdiness limited to just the wings and how people would behave with them, or is there more birdiness like bird calls and other bird traits? ik this started with just the wing sketches so idk if youve expanded The Bird Factor beyond that

yes yes long asks are totally chill ,, just expect long responses bwaha

TLDR for this one is: I've been approaching this AU more like a "humans who have wings" world, as opposed to a "humans who are half-bird" world.

they chirp !! (i'm gonna nerd out over a conlang real quick.) i want them to have a long distance language composed of chirps and whistles (it's less complex and can't convey as much as spoken language though) (kinda like Silbo Gomero (REALLY COOL whistle language spoken (?) on the Canary Islands), but more bird like and slightly most concise since birds have access to more sounds) (this language is understandable regardless of species). I believe this idea was inspired by Mariah Pattie, who made an avian species. It's been a while since I watched those videos, so I can't remember completely, but they're really videos regardless so I thought I would shout them out anyways!

but yeah mostly just the wings ! :3 Though, I think the wings do impact personality in-universe, and that's why so many people match the "personality" of the bird they have wings of.

Though also, I like letting bird-specific traits shine through kinda for comedic effect. Like the Feys 100% like shiny things,, and they have strong urges to put pebbles in water LOL. (Theres a character I'm considering to be a bird of paradise, and he DEFINITELY dances for his mate). I picture Apollo squawking a lot. A seabird-person would probably like to spend their time in the water. Just things like that.

That's kinda how I've been approaching it so far!

link to masterpost

[krysmcscience]

Intro post I will prolly edit later, lol

Figured I needed to make a pinned post at some point for people checking out my page.

Here's my ko-fi - And yes, I do commissions. The prices are based on the time and effort it takes me. If you want something cheap and fast, I offer '$2 per minute' sketches. I can do more with that time than you might think. (Granted, I also worry way less about pesky things like anatomy and outfit details.)

Here's my Ao3 - My stuff is dark and unpleasant, because my life has been dark and unpleasant, and thus what I write is not meant for either children or people who think censoring dark and unpleasant things helps anyone. :) My stuff is also Pretty Dang Queer.

Here's my original art tag - I tend to stick to just a few hyperfixations, and rotate between them, sometimes with overlap. Current hyperfixation is Breach, and a bit of Heavenshine. On hold is The Spirit Marauder, Starlight Killer, and Bleached Canvas, among other stories that I may or may not have posted about. Sometimes I forget to tag character and story names and such, though, because I am bad at tagging.

Here's my fanart tag - Again, I tend to stick to just a few hyperfixations, and rotate between them, sometimes with overlap. Current hyperfixation is Gravity Falls (specifically Billford). I may sometimes still draw for Cult of the Lamb, Among Us, Pokemon, Zelda, Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, and Tokyo Mew Mew, among other things, but most of my older stuff doesn't have the fanart tag (because again - I am bad at tagging). I no longer draw for Homestuck, though I may still reblog posts about it that I find funny, and while I don't think I ever posted art for it here, anyway, my InuYasha hyperfixation died the moment my comfort character was turned into a pedophile. It is liable to never recover. u_u

Here's my art reblog tag - I very rarely reblog other folks' art. Not because I don't like it, but because if I reblogged every bit of art that I liked, I would probably overwhelm all my followers' dashboards. 8|; If you want to see all the stuff I like, anyway, my likes are public.

Here's my everything else tag - I'll usually stick this onto my ramblings, or on reblogs of stuff that isn't other folks' art.

Quick n' dirty deets about me: Filthy socialist (meaning ACAB, fuck MAGA, terfs can GTFO, from the river to the sea, and so on). Also, gendervoid aro-ace aegosexual with rampant AuDHD.

FAQ:

NO, I do not do drawing or writing requests. I do not have the time or energy. I may do random gifts for other artists or writers if I get the inspiration for it, but that's at my own discretion.

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NO, I will not turn on anonymous messages. The moment my InuYasha comfort character was turned into a pedophile and I spoke out about it, I was harassed en masse by the grossest part of the fandom. If you want to be an asshole at me, you can do it with the full knowledge that I'll be outing you for your assholery the second you do. :)

YES, you can message me, provided you've been following me for more than a week. I don't always know what to say, though, so if I don't reply, that's on me and not you. (It tends to take me a while to reply to things, anyway. I am consistently tired and overwhelmed, plus a massive introvert.)

YES, you can draw or write stuff based off of what I've drawn or written! Of course you can!! Please do!!! Just share it with me first!!!!! OuO

YES, you can spam me with likes and reblogs, I do not mind at all. I don't even care how old the post is, so go nuts, my dude - like and reblog to your heart's content.

Krys is pronounced the same as "Chris", not "cries". If we start chatting and get to the point where we start talking over mics and you call me "Cries", I can promise that I while I WILL roll with it, I will also NEVER let you live it down, so if it's easier for you, just call me Terri. It's pronounced like normal, but short for Terrible.

I know it says 'she/them' in my bio, but gender is a nebulous void for me, so I don't actually care what pronouns you use for me.

As of June 17, 2024, I am 36. And yes, I feel fucking old.

Don't bother me with pro/anti-shipping garbage. I do not care about shipping wars. I cannot possibly care about shipping wars, not when half of my own ships are toxic garbage. What I do care about is whether or not a toxic garbage ship is framed correctly, especially when it's aimed at a young and impressionable audience. (LOOKING HARD AT YOU, YASHAHIME.)

If you know me from DA, NO YOU DO NOT. I just went through all my old posts on there, and good GRAVY was I fucking annoying. I should show all that shit to my mom and be like, 'Are you SURE I didn't have ADHD growing up??? Cuz it sure READS like I had ADHD growing up!!!'

I don't know what else to add here at the moment, so I'ma go back to recovering from weeks worth of working on comic stuff now. <:]

[sir-subpar]

Blitzo

All right! Redesigned/reimagined Blitzo.

So, heres the thing, I don't hate his current design, but I don't love it either.

Under the cut I will talk more

Alright, Blitzo. Biy do I have some thoughts on Blitzo.

I do love the idea of a failed clown turning into an assassin. I love the idea of an assassin from hell slaughtering people that sinners pay him to. I like the idea that this is his way of proving others wrong and trying to redeem himself. Him not wanting to be a failure anymore is a decent idea for a character.

The issues I have:

His treatment towards other characters. I am not opposed to him being an asshole. I like characters who start off terrible but then become good people through consequences and change in Behavior. But blitz's Behavior doesn't actually change for the better in the show. It's more like everyone around him changes to justify everything that he does.

Stalking your employees? Barely addressed.

Setting your best friend on fire? And insulting and guilttripping said friend in a half-assed apology? Apparently good enough.

Stealing from your girlfriend? (I have thoughts on Verosika too, I'll get to her at some point). It brought up in maybe two conversations and never again.

My big issue here isn't so much that Blitz is a bad person as much as the fact that there's no consequences for him except for when the plot demands it. And then said consequences go away an episode later. Especially if we're meant to sympathize with him.

I hate this line. So much. This is one of those times where you can't really redeem a person. Not when they say something like this:

Anyway, back to the design.

Once again, like usual with Viv, there's too much red.

It's kind of easy to lose track of details in his design.

His feet are just really weird to me. Why are they shaped like shoes? His heels are really weird

As mentioned in some of my concept sketches, I feel like if he survived a fire that did *this* to fizz

It should have done more damage to Blitzo. Hence why I made him blind in one eye

I gave him fingers similar to his sister Barbie wire, it just looks better to me. And since they're twins I think it makes sense. Once again, I will do her design as well soon

I do keep his striped horns, as I feel like it makes sense for him to have them with the whole ex clown thing, but since a lot of the other characters aren't clown based they won't get the same stripes on their horns. I know Viv said that hell is like a circus, but it so rarely comes up outside of the jester designs that I decided to omit that in my rewrite

I really want to lean into the idea that he goes through change and improves his behavior bit by bit. With little hints of his soft side towards the beginning, that comes out more clearly as time goes on. Him learning something different from each character

He could learn to take accountability from fizz. Learn professionalism and good business practices from Moxxie. Learn boundaries from his daughter Loona. Etc.

I made him pink as I've heard a few ideas floating around that he might be part succubus or part lust imp and I think that fits him.

And finally... the elephant in the room. Where does Stolas come in?

Look. The way it's portrayed in the show, I don't like it. I liked Stoas better in the pilot. He was just a rich 1% who did what he wanted regardless of who it hurt. I like the idea of that for an antagonist. Blitzo uses him, he uses Blitzo. They both did things for selfish gains.

I also liked the idea that he would send IMP on hit jobs as well. That would have been really interesting to see in the show

I will discuss more about their Dynamic when I do stolas's design. I will give some quick bullet points for now

Blitzo and Stolas don't fall in love.

Stolas constantly holds the grimoire over Blitzo's head to get what he wants. He knows Blitzo's business and livelihood depends on it and he takes full advantage of it.

Blitzo doesn't want to be Shackled to the prince, but doesn't see any other options until Striker appears (again, I will explain that when I get to it).

He resents stolas (and himself) for being trapped in this arrangement

[angeart]

hhau mimic arc rambles part I bonus: mimic's name [part I main rambles] [au masterpost]

the mimic has a complicated relationship with identity.

this comes from being what he is—a mimicry, a copy, he’s meant to take and assimilate features that do not belong to him, to constantly shift and change and be someone else. when we’re talking about big changes, those always come either from his immediate surroundings, or from things he knows by heart.

you’d expect him to know his original form by heart.

he doesn’t.

he isn’t sure he has one. he doesn’t know how to be himself. he doesn’t know how to shape himself into something that’d be purely his, without belonging to anyone else. 

the reason why he can’t easily shift out of his grian form when he’s with scar and grian is— well, he doesn’t want to, because it gets him more of scar’s attention, more gentleness and kindness and protection (or at least, that’s what he thinks; he considers those to be conditional) (in some ways, he’s right; scar’s weak to seeing any kind of distress on grian’s face, and the mimic is currently wearing that very face). but it’s more than that. it’s that he’s not familiar enough with any of his previous forms to know how to shift back into them.

he was forced to work for the hunters, in return for being spared and kept alive. his missions were usually quick little tricks. he never acquainted himself with any form the way he did with grian’s; never quite made any of them his home. each time, he was itching to shed them, to move on, to forget. (luring hybrids as helpless as you to a horrible death does that to you—)

he doesn’t remember his own name.

he isn’t sure he has one. out in the wilderness, struggling for survival, he didn’t need one. (there was no one to use it anyway.) the hunters always called him by what he was, instead of who he was. (the line is so blurred; he thinks it’d amount to the same thing anyway.) and the rest was a blur of stolen names that he’s taken as his own, grabbed and discarded, never permanent. (nothing about him ever was.)

now he’s with scar and grian. and they tell him he can’t look exactly like grian, but he doesn’t know any other way to be. (he tries. he tries, shifting around colours, even as most of him remains something that doesn’t belong to him. something that never was his to take. something that will be his, briefly, in a haze of lies and weakness potions and betrayals—)

he doesn’t have a name. he reacts to one that belongs to his shape, but they tell him he isn’t grian. they tell him he shouldn’t listen to that name.

he doesn’t know who else to be.

he never really thought about it. what does it mean, to be his own person? how does he separate himself from all of these fragments, all of these stolen things? how can he dig up something that’d belong solely to him? 

he tells them he’s lost. and they say, it’s okay. it’s okay, they can give him a new name. what would he like to be called?

he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t know, but he keeps listening to them talking about things he never knew. about birds and flowers and happiness. about kinder places. they tell him he can take any name he wants. anything he likes. anything that feels right.

quietly, he lets that sink in.

at some point before they met the mimic, grian looted a leatherbound journal off a hunter. he gifted it to scar, because he knew scar loved to sketch. except neither of them could bring themselves to as much as touch the quill that came with the little book. (they were sure it didn’t come from a bird.) instead, they learned how to make charcoal sticks, through trial and error. 

scar started filling the jounral, turning it into a sketchbook. in idle little moments, few and far in between, it proved to be a source of tentative calm. somewhere to channel all the crowding memories; somewhere to draw the lines of everything he never wanted to lose, everything he doesn’t want to forget.

there are drawings of boatem, littered across the pages. 

the mimic sees the sketched landscapes and beloved builds and cherished places. and scar talks about making life out of nothing, flowers and trees, cliffs and hills, everything just the way it should be for it all to thrive. listening to him talk, the mimic thinks about trees, roots deep in the soil, growing tiny bit by tiny bit until they’re able to withstand any weather, and— the trees here in this world? the ones he knows? they aren't pretty. but the trees scar draws and describes seem different. ready to live.

he looks at the sketches again. he points. he asks.

he gets his answer.

it’s three more days until he says quietly, one evening as they’re settling for sleep (scar and grian huddled together, and him slightly off the side), that he’d like that to be his name.

juniper.

juni.

(yoinked this from google, but: "The strength of the junipers tree is seen in it's capacity to survive in harsh and bare climates, growing out of rocks, and surviving in areas with very little water." aLSO “Junipers have the capacity to self-prune, shedding branches for survival, and its sap is rot resistant.”)

he spends the rest of the time with them with grian’s face but dull-brown wings and matchingly brown hair, and he calls himself juniper. 

he calls himself juni, until it’s time to become grian again.

and once that is all said and done, he—

he doesn’t think he wants to be juni again. being juni hurts. (juni isn’t someone who deserves to be loved. not after what he’s done.)(he doesn’t think he’ll ever be loved again, anyway.) (he wasn’t meant to be loved in the first place, either. it was grian. it was always grian, not him. never him.)

he decides not to be juni anymore. and he decides not to go after scar. and he decides—

the forest is big and looming and unfriendly, promising nothing but fear and solitude and death. there’s no good direction to go.

he stays still for the longest time, his back against a tree that scar’s pushed him into.

he stays, and he breathes, and he shivers, and he curls up, and he cries.

and then he moves, arbitrarily, randomly. moving forwards, lacking direction, letting go of the identity he so carefully worked to craft, to love, to make his.

he’s left with nothing and he can only blame himself.

(it hurts it hurts it hurts)

(it terrifies him)

and then— what happens to him after that? we’ll learn once i compile the remaining main parts of mimic arc rambles jxknbkj

[snakegentleman]

He warned me. How many times did he tell me that he was a trap.

-Becoming Eden[The Whole Damn Forest]

Rambling about technical details/my thought process behind this piece below cut:

I knew I wanted to do something from either the end of [it’s me I’m trees] or the first chapter of [The Whole Damn Forest] because that was where the strongest imagery for a drawing was. I’m not a sequential artist at all so it was hard at first to pick a scene where I didn’t need the dialogue to make it clear what was going on. I had a bunch of quick thumbnails for the elevator scene and stuff with Zazie, but I initially started sketching for the part where Wolfwood is holding Vash in the last chapter of [it’s me I’m trees] and I was going to reference this knives panel:

But this one just kept turning out really boring. Then I started on the sketch that turned into the final composition. The composition is a blatant reference to The original trimax panel of Wolfwood contemplating killing Vash:

It’s one of my favorite panels from trimax and super easy shorthand to convey Wolfwood’s conflict in this scene. I switched his pose to be holding the punisher to comply with the fic scene.

For Vash, his plant/angel form is described as being very sea creature-like in Becoming Eden. I know Lilith’s Brood was an inspiration, but it’s been a while since I read it. So, I just went with an amalgam of sea creatures (I shrimped him). I really wanted the ‘wings’ to be lion fish fins and the tail is a scorpion tail. There’s also jellyfish and coral bits for fun. He’s got short hair for canon getting-melted-off reasons, but also I made it Knives’s trimax hair for juicy thematic reasons -Wolfwood is choosing whether or not to kill them both after all :)

The glass cracks nearly killed me; I could not get them to look convincing. I’m still not sure about it, but after fiddling for hours with them, I’m at least satisfied with the result. The problem with the whole thing was that I knew the lighting behind the glass was different than what we, the viewer are seeing from inside the tank. But making that clear meant it just kept standing out too much and breaking the believability of the cracks. I used some airbrushing to push the edges back and that helped.

Anyway, I had a fun time with this. @madnessmadness your fic rewired my brain, and I got to make this, so thanks!