#but I found it funny that as I was drawing this bc I figured I need to at least draw SOME cowboy campaign content

[landfilloftrash]

dear rabbit...

[ichorblossoms]

i'm doing file archaeology today and idr if i've posted The Original Serena Drawing here before so here she is

[1800-page-not-found]

HELLO‼️‼️‼️ I SAW YOU OPENED YOUR ORV REQS AND DECIDED I WANTED TO BRAIN DUMP HETE JUST IN CASE TOU FOUND ANYTHING INTERESTING... ANYWAYS, REQUEST 1!!! Yjh x gn!reader where the reader gets burned in a fight and either dies if were going the angst route, or just reader and Joonghyuk struggling to take care of reader's burns lol

THIS REQUEST IS KIND ASHIT BUT I HAVE MORE‼️‼️‼️

yippee

Yoo Joonghyuk x reader

ft. eco friendly wood veneers

its so funny bc i can tell which requests are yours in my inbox

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Damn this hidden scenario!

You shouldn't have been so tempted by the reward, your confidence was placed too high when you figured joonghyuk would make it easy as pie...

You coughed, inhaling the fumes of the fire, why out of all places did the monster have to live in an extremely flammable house...You shouldn't use your skill around such frail houses again.

The wooden beam sat on top of you, holding you in place. Joonghyuk found you, drawing out his sword to try to break the beam, yet the eco friendly wood veneers were high in its defense, yet not to flames apparently...

He dropped his sword, abandoning it.

No no nononononononono.

"You shouldn't regress. This round...I think you'll make it." You smile, the smoke clouding your vision.

As his hands burned, he lifted the beam from your body. You could almost breathe again. He carefully picked you up, ignoring the burnt flesh from his and your body.

"I promised you we'd finish the scenarios together." He spoke in a soothing manner. You smiled before fainting.

-

One week, two days, five hours, and twenty minutes has passed since you lost consciousness. A bed next to yours lays Yoo Joonghyuk, sifting through the Dokkaebi Shop.

Your body was quite healthy, although it hurt like hell. But the scars from the burn were already almost healed.

You looked at your arms, afraid that joonghyuk would find you disgusting. You knew he wouldn't do such a thing, yet you were still afraid.

"You're awake." he looked at you vulnerably.

It was just the two of you.

He got up, walking a few steps to get to you. "Ah, erhm, can you lie on your side?" He asked softly, reaching for the SS grade soothing gel, given by uriel. You surprisingly turned on your side with out much pain or struggle.

The cold gel washed onto your back, soothing your skin. Although cold at first, the warmth from his hands spread onto your back.

You felt vulnerable. weak. "I-"

"It's okay, [name]. I will always love you." Right.

Love was when he had regressed over and over, until he would finally find a timeline where he would finally feel worthy of you. And perhaps this was the one.

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

💀_is this deviant enough for you, my dear? _💀

or jon makes some deliberate changes to his outfit, after catwoman said that he's not 'a real pervert'.

...

(i was re-reading all those 'crow vs 'cat issues recently, an' i gotta say i don't ever get tired of how much those two genuinely loathe one another. there is smth beautiful about one part of my otp pretty much having it out for a character, who is canonically supposed to be the 'main' love interest for the other part of my ship. internalized jealousy is delicious.

that's bit aside, i do find crane n' selina's antagonistic relationships pretty entertaining in the void as well. they are both petty n' tend to take a lot of things personally, while dehumanizing others with ease. looking at selina n' jon side by side, their hatred toward one another makes a lot of sense. they are similar in certain *smaller* ways. selina might have not crossed the line n' becoming a murder, but in few versions, it came very close to it. or even come to it. not to mention, that while her own motivations are different from crane's, she also driven by her bitter life experience, when it comes to how she sees others n' how she acts. at times, she'd be doing shitty things just bc she felt like it. her sociopathy is latent in most cases, but it is there.

but regardless of complexity of all those themes, this whole thing was born only bc i found it funny how out of all things, selina n' jon had an argument about who get offs on fear harder lol. n' then, bc of how the very moment catwoman hallucinated batman, jonathan was literally almost in her face lol. listening to all those things with rapt attention.

as result, i ended up thinking about what if crane took selina's comment a bit too seriously. i imagine, he was sitting there trying to study what makes 'pervented' n' 'sexy'. but in like very nerdy way. drawing diagrams an' all.

the scarecrow historically has no impressive man bossom or ass, so he has to be clever about it. expose some skin, but like 'naugthy' bits. it helps that the way his costume is structured, fabric will always poof up a bit. so even his semi-muscular man pecs n' narrow hips can work too. an' then it should be short too. v-cut. n' stockings? yeah, sure. the greatest detective would take it upon himself to figure out what they're cliping to. an' what else is hidden underneath.

i still stan by my belief that jonathan can only be seductive or sexy by pure accident. but it is fun to think about how far he can go, if he's challenged n' his pettyness is what drives him to go out of comfort zone.

in general, i love how different this version of jonathan's costume is compared to his other looks. it's still classic, but so colorful an' whimsical. i wish he wore it at least one time in front of batman in canon. like come on, let my dude live out his goth fantasy. n' let bruce have some fun on his usually hard n' grim job.)

[sensitively-taken]

five things i hate about summer (and the one thing i love about it: you) — huening kai | teaser

synopsis. As far back as you can remember, you've hated summer and all it brings. The heat, the sweat, the sand that gets everywhere—you hate it all and you almost wish the season didn't exist. However, when your best friend takes you on a trip to Muuido Island, an island full of history and memories for him, you realise that while there are many things you can hate about summer, there's only one thing you can love about it—him.

pairing. best friend!huening kai x fem-presenting!reader ft. other idols in the full fic!

genres/tropes. best friends to lovers, fluff, romance, 5+1

warnings. none in the teaser!

word count. 2.1k est word count. 15-18k date. tbd

taglist. send me an ask to be added to the taglist for this fic!! ♡

notes. after another year and some more inactivity on this blog, i am back!! and i'm back w a teaser bc i feel like dropping a full fic out of the blue would be a bit . strange so here's a teaser for an upcoming huening birthday fic!!! it's based on this drabble which i've been saying i would expand into a full fic for like . 2 years now. but it's here now so! yay!! anyways, enough rambling from me, i hope you guys enjoy this teaser and it excites you for the full fic!! ♡♡

Most people think of Huening Kai to be like the sun. Bright and warm. Bright in the way that when you look at his wide smile you can’t help but smile too, shield your face a little, in the face of such a gleaming grin. Warm in the way that he draws people in, pulling them in effortlessly and with so much joy.

As his best friend of nearly eight years, you’re supposed to find it hard to disagree.

And yet you do.

Because with the sun beating down on you, glaring harshly in your direction as you make your way to Huening’s car, you look up to find Huening smiling softly, kindly–nothing at all like the harsh sun you know too well. He squints, dark lashes fluttering against the flushed apples of his cheeks, and with every impatient step you take towards his car, his slender eyes only crinkle up further, softening the sharp edges of his face. Before you even open the door to the passenger’s seat, his eyes have disappeared into little crescents and there’s a full-blown smile on his face. 

Dropping your duffel bag on the seat behind you, you slide into the seat and close–slam–the door shut, huffing all the while. You don’t even have to spare the blond a glance to know he’s holding back a laugh. 

“Oh, fuck off.” Your words are punctuated by a harsh flick of your sunglasses down your face, settling to perch them down low on your nose where the least amount of sweat has formed.

At first, it’s a snort. A quiet, unruly sound that tiptoes around the silence you’ve imposed. Then, much to your annoyance, a few, low chuckles follow. As you silently simmer, both figuratively and literally, the chuckles increase in volume, eventually escalating to a wholehearted laugh that has Huening tipping his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. 

You simply cross your arms over your chest, immediately regretting the action when the fold of your skin against itself only heightens your awareness of the sweat oozing out of you. “Yes, Huening, would you like to share what you found so funny with the rest of the class?”

“N-no,” he clears his throat and straightens his back at the sound of his last name, running a hand over his face to compose himself, “Not a single thing funny at all, ma’am.”

“Mmm,” you hum, ignoring his eyes burning holes into your outfit, “that’s exactly what I thought.”

Silence ensues in the car once more, as Huening hesitantly puts the key in the ignition and the vehicle slowly comes to life with a steady hum. It’s an old thing, a Kia convertible from the 90’s that his dad had gifted him for his 19th birthday. The red paint on the exterior is chipped away in certain parts and the dark seats have certainly seen better days. Nearly every time he’s taken it out for a ride, it’s either broken down in the middle of the road or not even started at all, so why exactly Huening thinks it’s a good idea to attempt a nearly three-hour road trip in the old thing you simply cannot understand.

As he’s about to pull out of your university parking, he spares you one last glance, forcing his lips into a taught, straight line. “Are you sure all… that’s necessary? 

You roll your eyes, tapping a finger on the inside of your elbow impatiently, as you gesture at yourself slowly. “Yes, of course, Hyuka. Look, I’ve got the wide-brimmed hat to block out the sun’s rays, obviously. Then I’ve got the shades to protect my eyes and the fan to well fan myself and–”

Huening calls out your name, raising a brow in your direction. “I’m clearly not talking about all that, I’m talking about all that, like the three layers of shirts you have on right now… Do you want to die of heatstroke?”

Pausing at his words, you realise you do in fact feel yourself getting hotter. An uncomfortable warmth, prickly and wet, has spread throughout your entire body, a sensation you only become more aware of with every brush of fabric against your skin. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the three layers are making you a bit too hot and a bit too sweaty, but the slow grin spreading on his lips incites a strange stubbornness within you.

“Actually, Hyuka,” you start, quickly dabbing away at the beads of sweat forming on your hairline, “More layers in hot weather is good, y’know. The more clothes you have on, the better your protection from UV rays is because–”

“They absorb the UV rays and stop them from reaching your skin,” he drones, interrupting you and finally pulling out of the parking spot. His smile only grows wider at your brief, annoyed sigh in response. “At this point, I think I could recite everything you’ve ever said about the sun and its UV rays. I’ve been fully indoctrinated.”

Your eyebrow twitches. “Indoctrinated? Wha–”

“I mean, that’s not bad,” he starts lightly, making a point to tap the sunglasses resting on his head, “Just maybe don’t go as far as covering yourself in three layers from head to toe? So, you don’t like… overheat and die, you know?”

You pause again, only becoming more and more aware of the prickling sensation of sweat clinging to your neck, your back, anywhere where your skin folds and creases. Once again the look on Huening’s face makes you want to keep the layers on for a little longer, but at the feeling of your head spinning slightly, you begrudgingly decide against it.

You begin to strip.

Removing your hat and shades from your head and setting them on the dash in front of you with your fan, you begin peeling off the excessive layers on you. Much to your annoyance, you hastily remove your white, long-sleeved shirt and spare it a glance to see that it’s practically damp with obvious sweat stains dyeing the shirt a darker white at the pits. Already, you can feel the beginnings of a cool breeze rush down your back, blowing at the white linen shirt you have on underneath. The urge to sigh aloud is strong, but Huening’s smug gaze on you is stronger. 

You settle for a contented hum as you begin undoing the buttons on your linen shirt, failing to notice how your best friend’s gaze on you is faltering. The navy blue tank you have on underneath is all but drenched, stained with the sweat that’s been trailing down your back all this while, but you still rip your button-up off eagerly and toss the two shirts in the back with your duffel bag. Picking your fan up again, you fiddle with one of the straps of your tank over and over, picking at the elastic hitting your skin and eliciting a loud snap.

Abruptly, you’re jostled forward as the car comes to a startling halt at the stoplight. 

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, turning in your seat to face Huening. The blond, on the other hand, is staring straight at the road ahead of him, his grip on the steering wheel tight. You snap the strap of your tank into place once again, as you sit back in your seat, missing how the knuckles of his fingers go white. “Don’t suddenly stop like that or I’ll think this car is finally giving out and get an Uber back.”

“I just… I just didn’t see the stoplight coming up,” he says, voice trembling and thick. He sneaks a peek at you out of the corner of his eyes and does a weird thing with his mouth where the corners pull up but the rest doesn’t. “By the way, I didn’t think you were, um, were literally gonna strip.”

You place your fan in front of your face again and lean back in your seat, closing your eyes. “Hm, why? Do you have a problem with it? Should I go back to my three layers and, how’d you say it, ‘overheat and die?’”

The car moves forward again, slowly climbing up to its previous speed. As it does, the wind picks up again, weaving through your hair and sending a chill breeze down your arms. It’s cool enough that you can put your fan away in your bag, so you twist in your seat to pocket it and retrieve a cream in its stead. With a loud splurt, you begin squeezing the cream out of its long tube and rubbing it on your arms.

You nearly miss Huening’s quiet and feeble ‘no’ that he mumbles out. You turn back to him, about to ask him what he’s talking about, when he cuts you off to ask–

“What is that?”

“Hm?” You raise the tube up. “This?”

He nods, eyes still on the road in front of him.

“SPF,” you reply, now moving to spreading the cream on your legs. It’s only when you dip down to roll up your linen pants and spread the SPF on your bare skin that you notice Huening’s ears are burning red. As you come up and place the cream on the dash, there’s a small smile on your lips. “Looks like you need some yourself.”

“Hm, what?” he asks, turning to face you for a moment and you gasp as you catch the sight of his face. It’s flushed a deep, splotchy red all across his cheeks, the dark rouge dusting his nose a light pink and staining his ears a bright crimson.

Without thinking, you reach out to him and grab his right ear, carefully rubbing the skin there. Focused on scanning his face, you miss his slight shiver. “Your entire face is red, even your ears.”

“O-oh,” is all he says, leaning away from your touch but not saying anything about it. As if he can feel your eyes burning into him, he concedes, “I-I guess I’ll put some on when we get there. I mean, it’s just a two-hour drive.”

“Two hours too long.” You leave his ear alone to lightly pull at the sunglasses on his head and readjust them over his eyes. “I still don’t understand the appeal of driving all the way to the island. I mean, we could’ve taken a bus.

“Imagine that?” you ramble on, “Sitting down in an enclosed vehicle with fans everywhere. Maybe even getting a little nap in. Not having to worry that the vehicle you’re in will break down at any moment, leaving you stranded in the middle of nowhere.”

Huening snorts at that. “We haven’t even left Seoul yet.”

“My point is,” you continue, shooting a pointed glare his way, “I don’t get the appeal of road trips. Especially in the summer. Like, you’re all cramped in a tight space for hours, the sun makes you sweat like a pig, the aircon barely does anything to cool you down, and don’t even get me started on gas station bathrooms.”

You groan at the mere thought of the dreaded bathrooms and Huening snorts once again. 

He tilts his head in your direction, the beginnings of a smug smile on his lips. “Well, if you hate road trips so much, then why are you here, hm? Why go through being ‘cramped in a tight space for hours, sweating like a pig, and having to go to gas station bathrooms’ if you hate it so much?”

Yawning, you pick up your hat and shades from the dash and settle them in their respective places on your head and face. “It’s for you, of course. How could I ever miss my favourite boy’s birthday?”

You say the words simply, so matter-of-factly because they’re true. There’s no one else you could imagine yourself waking up at eight AM on a Friday to go on a road trip for besides your best friend, Huening. You don’t know if it’s because of the way he’d already adjusted the passenger seat perfectly for you or because he got an assortment of your favourite drinks in a cooler you’d noticed next to your duffel bag, but all you know is that the moment he’d called you to ask if you’d go to an island off Incheon to celebrate his birthday, you’d said yes without giving it a second thought.

Still, your words catch Huening off guard, obviously so as, instead of teasing you about your rare moment of honesty, he turns bashful, looking out his window and trying to conceal a boyish grin you can clearly see through his side view mirror. You wonder why that is as you settle fully into your seat.

feedback & reblogs are welcome and appreciated!! ♡

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[my-own-walker]

OMG I got an idea. How about Kit Walker x Reader during the asylum and like maybe Kit learned origami to probs keep himself sane. But also like he made little presents for the reader like paper hearts, sweet secrets messages, PAPER RINGS.

Paper Rings

note: a person after my lil taylor swift heart 🥺

warnings: just like fluff, kinda mentions of sadness/abuse bc asylum ofc

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Kit's POV

My neck ached. After hours of being hunched over on my bed, my shoulders cramped and my head felt heavy.

It was for a noble cause, though. I sat, cross-legged, folding a piece of paper desperately. An attempt at a present that was all too important. It was quite possibly the only thing keeping me sane anymore.

See, when I was thrown into this place, I never thought I'd find a purpose in life again. My determination to escape dwindled by the day and I feared it would never come back. They were making me weak. Complacent. Altogether incapacitated.

In my spare time before the asylum, I wrote. I liked to keep a journal. I wrote down my thoughts. Sometimes I'd draw funny pictures for Alma. It was calming to me. At Briarcliff, though, writing was banned. Fountain pens and pencils were considered weapons. In a place like that, it could turn bad. So I had to find something different to occupy my time.

After receiving my pills one morning, I kept the small paper cup they were handed to me in. I folded it into a little triangle while sitting idly in the common room. I folded the corners down, and it kinda looked like a penguin. I chuckled softly to myself before an orderly came and stripped the paper out of my hands.

It became a daily routine after that. I would take my cup and stash it for later. Hide it in the waistband of my pants. I started shoving them in my pillowcase, or in cracks in the walls. When I'd lay in bed at night, unable to sleep, I would grab out one of the cups and begin to manipulate it into different shapes.

When Y/N got admitted, I was amazed to find that my mind felt clearer, and more and more reasons to try to get out made themselves apparent to me. She was light. Her soft skin, the way her hair bounced as she walked, and the glint in her eyes, all made me fall for her. She was a total doll. A marvel.

I watched her from across the common room. She tied her hair up messily as she looked down at the chess board before her, engrossed in thought. Strands of hair fell into her face and her brow furrowed. Her perfect soft lips pursed in concentration. I wanted to attack her and take her right there on that table.

Always the gentleman, though, I formally began a friendship with her. Over the weeks following, we found that we had more in common than I expected. She gave me a reason to want to live.

I fell in love with her quickly and wholly. I kissed her for the first time in a tucked-away supply closet in the women's wing. I was alive.

My nightly routine gained a new meaning. Every scrap of paper I collected went toward daily gifts for Y/N. She loved birds. She would always talk about she wished she could hear the birds sing outside again. So I figured out how to make all kinds of birds.

This present was different, though. Very different. I was very focused on the daintiest little project. One that was more important to me than anything I'd ever done up to that point. Finally satisfied with my handiwork, I tucked it into my pillow and curled up for a restless night's sleep.

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The next morning, I rose with a start at the wake-up call. I couldn't bear to wait until common room time to see Y/N. Nevertheless, I persevered. The passing hours moved so slowly. But at long last, it was time to see Y/N.

She moved with such grace and beauty into the room. Her head was held high, eyes searching for me. I couldn't help but crack a smile when we finally met eyes. She made such a bleak place fill with air.

'Hiya doll,' I smiled, standing to greet her.

'Hi Kit,' she replied brightly. We both flopped down onto the small sofa in front of the window. I took her hand in mine and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. 'Today has been such a drag.'

'I couldn't agree more,' I sighed. 'But, I have somethin' for ya.' Her eyes brightened at my words. I let go of her hand and reached for my left pocket. I stopped before taking out my newest craft.

'Another bird?' she laughed, looking expectantly at my hands.

'No, beautiful. This is somethin' a little different. I gotta tell ya something first, though,' I explained. I removed my fingers from my pocket and placed them in my lap.

'Oh? What's that?' she asked, smile fading slightly.

'I know we haven't known each other for long, but Y/N, you mean the world to me,' I began. 'I'm not very good with my words, so. you'll have to bear with me.' I chuckled softly, putting my head down suddenly embarrassed by my feelings. 'I'll just come right out and say it. I think I love you, Y/N. I hadn't known the type of peace you give me until I met you, a-and I wanna show ya how much I mean this.'

My hand fumbled into my pocket and fished out a paper ring, perfectly smooth and thick enough to last.

'Oh, Kit,' she breathed.

'I wanna give ya this because I can't give ya anything more right now. But know it's a promise from me. When we get outta this place, I'm gonna buy you a real one a'these. A beautiful gold one. I love you,' I gushed.

'I love you too, Kit,' she smiled, tears forming in her eyes.

'I know it-it's kinda stupid but,'

'No Kit, it's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you,' she assured me. I slipped the paper ring onto her ring finger and it fit perfectly. I sighed inwardly in relief.

'Paper or gold, whatever it's made of, just know that it's a promise to you that I am for you. I love you. And we will get out of this place,' I continued.

And I meant every word.

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GOD I think this sucks I'm so sorry haha. Love y'all hope you're doing well and are safe and happy.

[10hourshift]

Ok so I just remembered I wanted to make this (and also don't want it to be too long) but bear with me

Something something, I think that for a story that sure loves using eyes and the face as narrative devices it's kinda weird that meg ALWAYS keeps her bang covering her eye.

What I mean is that for a big number of characters these things (the eyes and the face) are used as a way to show different faces of the same character. Some examples from the top of my head are loon and his growth shown as him uncovering his eyes (and even if it's not becoming a new person or whatever, it's like him finally gaining courage to face the world or smth) and Cami, who always has her eyes covered, and added to that she gives a mysterious vibe to both the other characters and the audience. Who later, when we get to know her in her song, we can finally see her "true" self, and with that, her eyes. And when her "shadow eyes" appear, we can figure out that she has some struggles too (idk it's been a while since my last rewatch). (There are other minor examples, like the introduction of Fred and owynn, or when Bonnie decides to take his glasses off, but I don't want to drag this too long :p)

Because of this I wonder why it is that the series is too strict about meg's eye. The one time her eye shows up (not counting that one image of her as a kid and the bleeding eye) is in a music video (important bc only the audience sees this). This was kinda funny to me (I think ever since I saw it from the first time but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) bc in "no más" the song that is really about her overcoming her inner conflicts and whatnot her eye is never visible, (only at the start her bang is lifted but her eyes are closed so it doesn't count). And even after that, she doesn't have any changes in her looks. She keeps the same old hairstyle and keeps covering her eye. Even in zer0, she still has her bang, though the hairdo change is pretty cute imo, but I keep my point, WHY IS THE EYE ALWAYS COVERED???

The reason is never explicitly said, though, it's safe to assume that it has to do with her Big Past Trauma, either in a literal way (eye damaged or draws too much attention, so it's better to keep covered) or a narrative way (something related to shadows??, maybe???). So, this and the already mentioned obsession of the series to keep her eye hidden* is kinda strange to me bc it makes me wonder why it is so damn important to keep her face hidden? And also, what would need to happen for her to show her face??

*the reason I'm so persistent that is "the series" who keeps her eye hidden is bc meg is not often seen actively trying to hide her eye. But her default characteristic is her bang over like half of her face.

Tbh I don't have anything convincing enough to conclude this. As is mostly a ramble about some silly detail that bothers me a little too much. So feel free to add your thoughts if you want to, I just wanted to ramble a bit about this xd

Have an image of genderbent meg I found on the wiki for the trouble

[triglycercule]

alright i finished this so i need to celebrate my accomplishment (???) by sharing it to the world

BETTER versions of my trio designs. because boo boo the other old ones were BORING and TOO SIMPLE and lowhighkey UGLY. i had no idea what i was thinking when i made this but i guess design notes before to see if i can figure out what the fuck these mean 💀

killer🔪:3

he got a GLOW UP!!! when i was figuring him out i was thinking like. this man needs to look combat ready he CANNOT look chill and relaxed he MUST look good to fight. killer can't catch a break 💀 anyways. it's ALSO not revealing (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎) because i feel he would NOT wear that stuff cmon flirty =/= revealing. his charms are found through his words and actions (stabbing someone through the heart) (speaking of the heart i couldn't be bothered to draw his soul mb)

the gloves/shirt/leggings under his clothes may LOOK seperate. but its actually all one big piece!!! because i thought it would be silly and funny :3 but like on a serious note i like this because it provides an extra layer of protection (both in a fight and not) and like. a sense of anonymity i guess??? like you can't see killer's natural body you cant SEE who he was before because hes changed that much (or i guess HE cant see who he was b4 wtvr)

actually a lot of killer's outfit has meaning behind it. knee pads = unnatural body imitation killer is a whole new being now not monster (also adding 2 the combat look :3) belts = restraint killer needs to stay in line and do as he's ordered (i needed some visual interest 💀) zippers on shoes?? actually no meaning i just thought it would be cute. somehow i managed to find meanings 4 all of the trio's zippers. killer's is jammed in that spot. show like idk he is irreversibly changed to what he is now (a lot of this makes no sense)

horror 🪓 :3

if you remove all the rips in the clothes he'd be the most basic out of all of them. but theyre there so he's NOT the most basic! 4 horror i was thinking like "you can see he's fucked up but you can also see he's desperately trying to keep it together" type feel. i totally didnt steal those under socket lines (thank you mania and paranoia for donating to your og versions :3) to make horror look more 🌀🌀🌀 (cannot describe it)

the cloak was stolen from undyne trust. he wears it as a power move FUCK YOU!!! to her :3 also it looks royal and regal which could kinda show like horror's power and sway over snowdin. he's DEFINITELY not a king but he is a provider and a lot of what he says goes around those parts. a lot of ppl look to him as like world's shittiest leader(ish). also i just wanted him to have something unique!

underneath horror's jacket his shirt is reaaaally torn he should probably replace it. there are some holes from when he was pinned down with spears during the core incident and then the whole lower half is just totally torn off from that one comic 💀 but thats why the jacket is zipped up! however the zipper broke and now the jacket can't unzip! (because horror struggles with the fact that horrortale ISNT gonna be perpetually shitty (everyone say thanks aliza) and would rather nobody see him vulnerable)

dust🧣:3

i didn't change much about him lowkey he's pretty much wearing the same CLOTHES. just that the style and way he's wearing them changed. wanted him to give like,,,,, comfy (because bro did not change out of his sansish clothes) but also like FOCUSED o(≧口≦)o like horror he has the under socket line but thats just to make him look more stressed and tired

i moved around the scarf to NOT be around his neck bc it was sooo annoying drawing the hood and then having to account for the scarf. it kind gave him a baby face vibe which i did NOT like. also i think dust would wear the scarf however. very versatile as long as the scarf remains intact. so it COULD go around waist COULD be around neck COULD be around limbs

i didn't mean to do this but the black thingy around his shoulders (was originally there just to fill in the empty space without the scarf there 💀) could be seen as like mourning wear. again with the silly zipper symbolism but dust's zipper is fine its not broken like horror or killer's are because he chose to go down this path. dust CHOSE to zip it up and now its too late to go back now (so bro MUST power through ‼️‼️ he cant unzip the zipper now!!!!)

overall i like these. usually i like coming up with cool unique character designs its so fun but my trio was hard (im hard). probably bc i didnt wanna make then wear anything too weird Dx BUT NOW AT LEAST THEY ALL LOOK LESS BABY!!!! i think i depicted how i see them though like ughhh cannot explain but now they look like how i want them to sound

[wasyago]

Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

[nami-ramen]

i dug up a bit my saved pics(for funnies that ill post a bit later) and accidentally found some interesting stuff

i suppose the cycle repeats itself lmao(bcs lately genshin lore and characters design was shit fr + no wriothesley rerun in year,cvant get his damn weapon)

2 ocs that i completely forgot abt. 1st for genshin, 2nd for totk

rly like the totk one but i quickly figured out that i suck at drawing furry-like characters

[spacesapphi]

YIPPIEE time to bring in my ideas for Jas' parents and talk ab the kind of ppl they were when it comes to my writing! I haven't finished drawing them in my style yet, but I have picrews here as a very basic idea of what they would look like !

Their names are Amelia and Jason Anderson and I think ab them so much.... Ty to my moot moonferry for helping me figure out names for them!!

ANYWAYS more pieces of info below the cut for em :3

Amelia

- went to college as an education major, wanted to specifically work as an elementary school teacher!

- genuinely believes in the concept of magic (which TBF is real in Stardew) and will defend her belief to death

- she was so excited to have a daughter so she could dress her up in cute costumes and outfits, Jas was about 3 months old on her first Halloween and she had the most elaborate fairy costume on Earth

- Was put off by Jason's flirting at first bc she completely misunderstood his relationship with Shane and genuinely thought those two had a thing for a bit, even though they didn't (Def walked up to Shane like "hey just wanted to let you know your bf is hitting on me 🫤" "MY WHAT???")

- once she found out she was wrong, she finally reciprocated Jason's flirting and asked him out for their first date

- Took the film class she met Shane and Jason in initially because it was the only available class of a credit type she needed. She's happy she took it in the end

- Both of her parents passed, and like Shane, was raised by her aunt. That aunt passed away while she was in college though :(

- got into gridball to be a supportive gf to Jason at first, but soon became a huge enjoyer of it and the Tunnelers specifically!

- very much the level-headed and chill one in the relationship, she keeps Jason down to Earth

- loves storytelling, and was great at it. She had a genuine gift for doing different voices and making the books she read sound fun. Her students loved it

- like Jason, is fairly tall, standing at 5'10

- Jas looks JUST like her, just with Jason's hair color. Everything else is like an exact duplicate of Amelia though

- loves jewelry, specifically fun and funky earrings! She has a decent collection of them

- an amazing cook, she just generally has the knack for it! She can look at pretty much any dish and know what she needs to do to make it

Jason

- he was a visual arts major, like Shane! He genuinely wanted to be a movie producer one day

- He was also on a gridball scholarship like Shane, and while it was a big passion, he didn't plan on going pro with it

- a very goofy and funny guy, flirted with Amelia using the corniest pick up lines (they worked though so he considers it a win)

- TOTAL WIFE GUY he loves Amelia very much and would do anything for her

- also a total girldad, he was so excited to find out he was having a daughter, like running down the street cheering excited

- his family disowned him after he came out as bisexual, so he really doesn't have anyone. This fact also helped him bond a lot with Amelia and Shane,, given that all three of them didn't have much family in life.

- he absolutely has a motorcycle and would take Amelia on scenic drives for their dates. She thought it was so romantic!

- he is VERYYYY tall, like 6'4

- very close with a lot of the guys on the varsity gridball team. He's a total social butterfly and has an easy time connecting with a lot of people

- he helps Amelia get out of her shell, just like she helps him stay more grounded

- tried to play a love song for Amelia on guitar for one of their dates. He does not know how to play guitar. She thought it was cute anyways :)

- was very nervous the first time Marnie invited him and Amelia over to the ranch for Winter Star. Since she looks more "traditional" and is religious it reminded him of his family and he was initially worried she'd be like them. She thankfully is not and is a very understanding and accepting person (Shane had to go "dude she helped pay for my top surgery what the hell are you worried about")

- worst cook on earth, he pours cereal into a bowl and it lights on fire (/j but he's BAD at it)

- dormed with Shane in college, they got up to so much stupid antics while rooming together /pos

BONUS height chart for the trio. Shane is so short bro

[pansy-picnics]

How would the tangled kids react to Varian and Cassandra’s villain arc? Also I love your art 😊

AJDJDJDGG OKAY SO. this is SO fucking good but ive been putting it off for so long bc i wanted to draw something to go with it but i’ve just. never figured out what so inevitably i’m just gonna answer it on its own

this subject in particular is SO FUNNY for me to think about bc i think the kids’ reactions depend a lot on how their parents talk abt it and both of them handle it in COMPLETELY different ways. like uknighted dream is pretty open abt it (obviously they give the incredibly watered down kid-safe version) and they kinda use it as a learning experience? like in very vague terms.

its kinda just like

alina: oh why are you and mama cass fighting in your drawing :(

rapunzel: <:) well yknow how if you shake a bottle of soda, when you open it it explodes everywhere?? well sometimes when we bottle up our feelings and don’t do anything with them or talk to someone we trust, they end up getting all shaken up in there, and eventually theyll explode! mama cass and i used to have a lot of trouble talking about our feelings, and because of all those emotions that got bottled up and shaken around in there, we found it hard to properly communicate with each other at all. but then we realized how much we really cared about each other and how we really wanted to make things work, so we learned to be more honest about how we felt and how to communicate with one another without everything just ‘exploding’, so to speak. and thats why we always teach you how to manage your big emotions, does that make sense? :)

on the other hand VARIAN? literally could not care less. at least not with the ud kids. he still has one of his wanted posters that hugo grabbed as a “souvenir” on their trip, and the automaton he used to fight rapunzel? its still in the corner of his lab and he pulls it apart regularly for scrap metal.

ryder will be wandering around his lab when hes like 7 and hes like “uncle vari whats that”

varian: that’s an automaton buddy

ryder: did you make it?

varian: yeah

ryder: what’s it for

varian: well nothing now it’s just spare parts. but i actually made it a long time ago to fight your mom

ryder: which one

varian: both actually. and technically your dad. but mostly rapunzel

ryder: oh

ryder: did you win?

varian: no it wasnt really that kind of fight. nobody won

ryder: oh that’s boring

ryder: can i try it

varian: absolutely not

when emery comes along though varian is like “okay we are Never addressing this again” bc em thinks varian is SO cool and varian actually cares So much about his newfound image. (very stupid of him for that to be his main priority obviously bc emery is like 4 and if she knew what he did she would probably just be like “okay. can i have apple juice”)

anyways yeah ilmari and the twins don’t really tell her anything either because they don’t really see it as anything worth telling her about, especially in comparison to way more important things like the fact that lance will sometimes sneak you dessert before dinner if you can convince eugene he has a gray hair without him catching on. so obviously emery grows up fairly unaware of anything varian has done but the defining factor is that shes constantly hearing about it out of context and is just left to struggle with that enigma.

like you know the experience of being like 14 years old at the family thanksgiving and you get to sit at the grown ups table for the first time and hear about all their weird beef and inside jokes and also hear your aunt mention out of context that hey your dad went to prison once bc that’s LITERALLY what the tangled kids experience in relation to their parents’ pasts. like the twins forgot about most of what varian told them by the time they grew up, they knew the watered down version of what happened with cass but they never knew the little details right. so they’ll just be hanging out playing checkers together while the adults are sitting across the room chatting over drinks and varian jokes “oh man its just like that one time cass kidnapped me” and all the kids immediately whip their heads around like “WHAT?”

this is ESPECIALLY true with emery who’s parents are notorious for having more insults for each other than pet names. em could just be reading by the fireplace late one night and var and hugo come out for a midnight snack and just start talking like

hugo: sometimes i think maybe objectively we should be evil again. like just for fun

varian: honestly. i took over the kingdom once i could do it again no problem

hugo: you’re probably actually strong enough to do it yourself now 🥺

varian: you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid

emery: ….right so are we just gonna brush over the “again” part or did you guys forget i was here

varian also eventually realizes that by doing this he is replicating EXACTLY how quirin used to be secretive of his own past and how like one day varian just suddenly had to grapple with the knowledge that his dad who baked pies and fed the apple peels to his raccoon probably had a kill count. and obviously varian is absolutely distraught over this revelation

“HUGO HELP ME. I think im becoming my dad” “oh. well hey it happens to all of us it could be worse. besides your dad is hot so like i see it as a win win” “What” “what?”

i should probably also mention that ilmari knew about cass’s villain arc long before they even MET and ilmari actively tries to use this against her when they’re like 13. like “yeah well you cant tell ME what to do i’m gonna tell alina and ryder you tried to stab mom when you were in your 20s” (it doesn’t work btw)

[sky-neverending]

so while i was working on the first chapter of The Coming Out Cakes, i thought it would be funny to have Steve writer ‘boobies’ on his cake for Robin bc like. that’s such a canon Steve thing to do??? like we know that he and Robin have to type of dynamic like that, there’s literally the whole car scene with him annoying her?? so i was thinking what if after that we just started leaving around little notes and silly drawings everywhere, like in her seat of his car, in her backpack while she wasn’t looking, in spots in his house that he knows she would be going. just to annoy the shit out of her.

and then i was thinking what if after Robin found out Steve liked Eddie, she started doing the same. Leaving little drawings of stick figure versions of the two of them everywhere, surrounded by hearts. “accidentally” playing a mixtape of what Steve knows is Eddie’s favorite song. Stealing Eddie’s jacket and then offering it to Steve on a different occasion. just little things to annoy the shit out of him and make him flustered. because that’s what Stobin does, ya know?

[taissaswifelowkey]

My girl

i definitely did not name this after a certain song by the temptations 🙄🙄

in which jackie gets comforted bc she is just a girl :((

all characters are aged up 🗣️‼️

1996 crash timeline

pairings: jackie and afab reader but there are no use of pronouns!!

warnings: nothing major but mentions of a nsfw magazine, gay and self indulgent do i even need to say it atp. also first time fully writing something other than headcanons. attempts at writing romantic dialogues so it might be cringe ngl 💀💀💀

a/n: i found out about line breaks LMAOOO im so new to this app i feel like i reached unc status. that is not something to be proud of. as always, feedback is welcome you already knowww. proofread? but there might be some lingering mistakes, which i apologise for!

You sharpen your ax, occasionally keeping an eye on Jackie’s figure. Nathalie furrows her brows and rolls her eyes at a sleeping Jackie. Everyone else is awake and active, already up to their chores. It’s not like you tried to get her to wake up and participate for at least…three times.

“C’mon Jackie. Up and at ‘em or something.”

She throws clothes on the lymphatic figure, making you stifle back a chuckle.

“Five more minutes…I’m cramping.”

Jackie groans, rolling over to her back, the light fully blinding her eyes. Nat scoffs, brushing past you, seemingly haven given up on willing her to move.

“We’re all cramping. Congrats, we’re synchronising.”

She mutters, stopping at your side.

“Can you get your girl to…I don’t know, move?”

You huff, raising an eyebrow. What makes her think that Jackie will listen to you?

“Uh, well, I mean I can try? But—”

“Just deal with it.”

She adjusts her handkerchief back on her face, leaving and mumbling something about “princess” behaviour.

Sighing, you cast her a glance, not knowing her eyes are still fixed on you.

“Why did you leave me all cold and…cold?”

The blonde whined more than grumbled. An adorable sight, really. You chuckle, rising to your feet, leaving the ax to lean on the wall. As you approach her she throws you her sweater, only for her to miss and make it fall to the floor.

You pick up the clothing and hide your laughter behind it. She pinches your side once you’re in close range.

“Not. Funny.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Your hands reach hers, lifting them to your lips, pressing gentle kisses on her knuckles. You move once again, but her hands finds yours and tugs you forward, making you land practically on top of her.

“Stay.”

Your rightfully so grumpy girlfriend grumbles, clutching on to the fabric of your already damaged shirt. She inhales your earthy scent— pine, dirt. A contrast to your familiar scent of apples and cinnamon. Somehow…it still comforts her. Knowing it’s still you.

“Let me get you something for your cramps. We can’t have you sick all day.”

“But all I need is you, babe…”

Her eyes looks up to yours, drawing you closer with her hands laced around your neck. You look down at her, shaking your head in disapproval and cringing in mock disgust.

“That was…that was terrible. As in, jailtime terrible.”

Your hands finds her hips, wriggling your fingers on your sides so she could let go of you. She giggles, the sound strangely adding an invisible layer of warmth to your clothes.

“I’m serious, Jax. Let me at least try to find something for your cramps. It’s non negotiable.”

Your eyes scan the area in what seems to be a sad attempt at looking for something useful. The girl beside you rolls her eyes, flopping on her back.

“You think Dead Guy had painkillers and a hot water bottle along with his magazine stash?”

She exasperates, but her words makes you sit straight a little. You leave the bed to reach for your bag. A very confused and scared Jackie sits on her elbows.

“You’re not going to give me the magazines are you?”

You scramble through your bag and find your thermos, a bright smile radiating your face at finding something that could be possibly helpful.

“I got something remotely better than that. Besides, you don’t need those when there’s me.”

“Creep.”

“You love it.”

You wink, walking over the fireplace and filling your thermos with hot water. Once you’re done you pick up the clothing she tried throwing at you, wrapping your makeshift hot water bottle around it before handing it to Jackie.

“It’s…I don’t know if it will help, but…”

She gratefully takes it, slipping the warm thermos under her shirt and sighs in relief.

“I mean, it’s better than nothing…thanks, really.”

A small, genuine smile since this morning adorns her face, tugging you closer to her once again.

“But I would feel better if you would join me…”

You’ve got logs to chop. Though in all honesty? As soon as you heard her complaints you wanted to rush to her side. Your chores can wait. Besides, you’ll wake up earlier tomorrow to help anyone with their chores.

“Please?”

She adds, circling your knuckles. You smile, joining under the covers and pulling her closer to your chest, making sure the thermos is still correctly pressed to her skin. After a short moment of adjusting you find a comfortable position. For her sake more than yours.

“Are you alright?”

The question was easy. Perhaps even obvious. She was alright. More than. It reminded her of times where you would take care of her before the crash, where you would bring her favourite ice cream and play Smashing Pumpkins, or Mazzy Star. A memory that would latch onto her the most, is when you slow danced in her room. You were a classic kind of lover, but she payed no mind to it. If anything, it made her feel wanted, loved. As if she’s the only planet that you would ever want to live on.

“Hey? Jax?”

That concerned look in your eyes makes her want to duck away or get pulled into them. She didn’t know whether to feel guilty for having you stay here with her, or relieved.

“No, no, I was just…y’know. Thinking.”

“Okay….am I allowed to get into that pretty little head of yours to know what it is you’re thinking about?”

Your lips brush against her forehead, a barely even there kiss. It still surprised her how you still kept your lovesick, affectionate nature.

She chuckles and nuzzles your neck, her breath tickling you.

“It’s silly.”

“Nothing could ever be silly with you.”

“It is.”

“Just say it.”

Her silence was uncharacteristic. Usually she’d talked to you about every and anything that went on her mind, while you tried not to get lost in the way her hair would shine, how she would wave her hands to emphasise her point, or how she would flick your forehead to get back your attention.

It takes her seconds, probably even minutes to answer. But you wait, patiently. You rest your chin on her head

“It’s just…you’re always here for me.”

She mutters so quietly, almost like a whisper. She pulls away from your neck, her eyes meeting yours, your soft gaze nearly making her heart flip. It was almost unfair the way you had a hold on her.

“And not just, well, physically. It’s like you’re here for me…mentally? I don’t know how to explain it but you treat me like I’m a part of you.”

Amidst her rambling, you stare into her eyes again. A pang of embarrassment runs through her. She’s about to apologise for how nonsensical she’s being when you pepper her face with soft kisses. Her face flushes wild, a warmth that spreads across her face all the way to the tips of her ears.

“The wilderness really made you cheesy, huh?”

“Shut up.”

She playfully slaps you before pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Her lips are chapped, rough, not the strawberry balm you’ve gotten used to and imprinted on your brain. Even so, it’s addictive. She’s so tender, so gentle with you, you could almost break.

You pull back breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. Her hands run through your hair before cupping your cheeks, while you try your best to keep your heart at a stable rhythm again. She smiles, a silly grin, one that makes you want to kiss her senseless until she forgets her own being.

“I…promise to be here for you. Not just physically, or even mentally but…all kinds of presence. You’re important to me. And I don’t know what’s gonna happen to us. But I want you to be here with me.”

Her eyes soften at your nervous ramblings, how you stumble around your words.

“You really are stuck with me, aren’t you?”

Her words carry a sense of tease but the meaning behind them is genuine. You truly are stuck with her.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way. I mean, I can have lots of things…or anything, really. But you’ve got a hold on me, so…I guess you’re more important.”

“You guess?”

She pokes your chest, causing you to shake your head and clarify what you truly meant.

“No, no I mean what I wanted to say was, is…I mean…”

How you can go from being playful to nervous is so endearing to her. But she allows you some time to gather your thoughts.

At the end, you hide your face at the crook of her neck, your words still failing you. It’s most likely because of the kiss that still warms you than the confession.

“God you’re impossible.”

“Me? You’re the one that’s “guessing” I’d be more important than any other thing!”

“You are valuable than any other thing! That…that counts. A lot more than we can think of. I mean…there are some people who have anything they want or wish for. I don’t know exactly how that works but…I have what I need. You’re what I need.”

You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut. She gently pulls you away and reaches for your hands, intertwining them together.

“You mean that, right? Not just guessing?”

You roll your eyes, not fighting the smile breaking your face.

“No guesses.”

Her fingers squeezes yours, tugging you into another kiss, a kiss that is sweeter than anything you’ve had. It’s not hungry but it feeds you with promises.

[artsycloudysleepy]

OCs.......

i FINALLY settled on a design for the main character of Fabrication!!!! only took me............. six years........... sorry SELF.......

also did the guardian of perspective, shea (pronounced 'shay' iirc, they/them)! ended up being an anthromorphic horse guy, but they're a shapeshifter - it's just their base form :D

(SELF on left, shea on right)

and you can see my frantic design here; SELF was quick to figure out but shea was, uh. significantly harder, majorly bc i don't know how to draw horse heads

(the lil cloud is how i draw my persona)

fun fact abt SELF, they aren't actually a sentient die - they're a human, but they don't like showing their real face a lot of the time. what do they look like? beats me, i'm not about to make another bloody reference :p

also i used paint 3d for the first time!!! fiddly af but WHO CARES I GOT DEW TO SPIN :DDD

will be doing this again at some point, i like experimenting like this! maybe i'll give her the jacket she deserves.. also i FINALLY FOUND my old pen + pad for digital drawing so ig i'm gonna try using it more - used it for the initial sketch here, and it's still hard with dyspraxia, but am getting the hang of it!

update: krita was being funny about my pen but i think i'm improving at mousepad art (i will never use a mouse sue me)!!! here's princess eleanor and thunder being silly <3

(for context, eleanor unofficially adopts children left and right, so when thunder and her met, she was nicer to xem than originally planned and took xem in. she was interested in meeting SELF and the Fragments, and when she realised they were children, she went off wanting to hurt/influence them. she's manipulative due to her own goals of totally NOT murdering/otherwise influencing political opposition, but only to an extent for kids. they're innocent and she is a protector)

(shhh dw abt the blood....... she's innocent, look at that innocent face............ she's not an assassin princess, no............. shhh /jk /s)

oh and i remember @mylackofgrammaristerrifying saying that azzie should get a gf...... GUESS WHAT SHE GETS TWO, (though one is still being designed!) POLYAMORY TIME :DDD

they love each other dearly dw, azzie is upset for *reasons* in this drawing but nettle is good to her. they'll heal a bit more <3

i don't think i made a proper post on them (maybe?), tho they've been sitting in my masterpost for a while! gonna revamp both the refs and the masterpost at some point to be more simple tho. anyway here's nettle (she/they)!

the other partner is elle (they/them i think? either that or she/her, still choosing. genderqueer). all three are really in love, lil' goobers <3

oh, and one last drawing:

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moot tags! beware the horrors: @mrrottenreblogs @nylonnye2 and mlogit you have already been tagged! hope you guys are doing good :D

[miziubai]

ok so, wanna hear something funny? I did not have a solid ref for Nari, for like, this entire time. While i made two for Lamb and considered making one for Ratau (who i don't really draw often)

So I made some changes for his follower design! This is from fresh out of godhood and into the cult. His post-canon/aftermath AU doesn't differ much from this, just remove the bandages and add the orange loose cloth under the first layer and that's it . rip the drawing i made not too long ago but not a big deal.

a pinch more of info on my Nari under cut bc i'm really invested in him

Narinder!! has!! HMD!! (hyperthropic muscle distrophy!) It does cause exercise and eating harder for him but most issues aren't really present for reasons Below.

Because he didn't have a Corporeal Body TM for like a thousand years, his limbs were kinda... numb. Very numb. Which led to him tripping on his own two feet and crashing into things often. He knew what the issue was but didn't tell Lamb, so Lamb figured this out by themself. Which led to them holding Nari by the scruff to put bandages on him (so he could feel his own limbs) and the golden chains so he could have some sense of weight on them. It really helped, but because he's a stubborn prick, he didn't thank them until weeks later.

He doesn't actually have *two* tails. It's a single tail that divided into two. This one also felt numb for a while but got better without needing help.

And yes- this means that as a god, both arms, legs and the tails had the rotten boney look. (i might draw this actually)

His face STILL opens. Its mostly involuntary however, and happens when he can't control his emotions (getting angry, for example), when sneezing, or whenever he hisses/spits really loudly.

He does have remnants of his power. Its mostly being strong physically (despite his condition and the only reason why his body isn't really weak), retains some control on fire, and can feel whenever a person is about to get sick or die. If he's near the Lamb (or just the Red Crown) he can see spirits.

He's actually really good at tailoring and sculpting! He had to do SOMETHING while he was trapped for such a long time in the afterlife, so to pass time, he learned how to knit and sew, sculpt and anything in between. He did make Aym and Baal's clothes, and whenever Lamb wants to make a statue, they just bring a huge rock, hands him a chisel and lets him go wild with it after some instructions.

Nari can't actually regulate his own body temperature too well. Lamb gave him thicker clothes and eventually handed him their wool so he could make his clothes to keep himself warm.

A lot of the things Lamb did for Narinder early on (the first 3-4 months or so) were in an attempt to make him simmer down and get accustomed to the cult. It did kind of work, but for the longest time he was still a bit of a shut-in and refused to speak to most other cultists or even make friends. Everyone eventually found out who he was, but still didn't approach despite being another cultist because he was so intimidating and temperamental. The entire proccess was basically like socializing a feral cat.

that's it