#but I have more fun drawing hares than I do rabbits

[monstrous-fusion]

The image on the left is Mirror's final concept. In this AU, he's not a bunny, but a hare! In some cultures, people believe that hares can change forms and they represent magic.

[markrosewater]

Maro’s Foundations Teaser

Before previews for Foundations officially begin, I thought it would be fun to do another of my Duelist-style teasers where I give tiny hints of things to come. Note that I’m only giving you partial information.  

 First up, here are some things you can expect:  

• The five iconic creatures each show up on multiple cards

• Two monocolor reprints, each of a different color, that together win you the game.

• Some creature tokens in this set: 1/1 white Rabbit, 2/1 blue Ninja, 3/3 Green Raccoon, 4/4 red Dragon, and a copy that’s a Nightmare

• A character from one of our most popular online Magic stories returns

• An 8/12 creature with ward 4

• A creature with seven evergreen keywords

• A Magic Invitational winner’s card gets reprinted (and no, not the most powerful one)

• Counters in the set: +1/+1, bait, fellowship, incubation, loyalty, revival, soul, stash, and stun

• A card that’s in the top 10 cards I sign gets reprinted

• More deciduous mechanics get used in this set than any previous (non-Time Spiral block) premier set

 Next, here are some rules text that will be showing up on cards:  

• “This spell costs {1} less to cast for each Cat you control.”

• “You can’t lose the game and your opponents can’t win the game.”

• “target instant or sorcery card in your graveyard gains flashback until end of turn.”

• “Creatures you control get +10/+10”

• “A deck can have any number of cards named”

• “Then exile all other Nightmare tokens you control.”

• “Whenever you draw your second card each turn, create a token that’s a copy of this creature.”

• “Double the number of each kind of counter”

• “You may pay {B} rather than pay this spell’s mana cost if there are thirteen or more creatures on the battlefield.”

• “Draw a card for each different mana value among nonland permanents you control.”

 Here are some creature type lines from the set: 

• Creature – Rabbit Noble

• Creature – Demon Warlock

• Creature – Shark Pirate

• Creature – Eldrazi

• Creature – Hyena Rogue

• Creature – Spider Spirit

• Creature – Elemental Hydra

• Creature – Bear Demon

• Artifact Creature – Phyrexian Construct

• Legendary Creature – Zombie Warlock

 Finally, here are some names in the set: 

• Boltwave

• Electroduplicate

• Fishing Pole

• Goblin Negotiation

• Hare Apparent

• Homunculus Horde

• Midnight Snack

• Perforating Artist

• Refute

• Stab

 The Foundations debut will be live at MagicCon Vegas on October 25th at 2:30 PM Pacific, right after our “The Foundations of Magic’s Next Era” panel, where you'll get a sneak peek at the 2025 sets. You can follow along on social media or watch the full VOD of the debut panel on our official YouTube channel after it airs.

[pilot-boi]

Hey,

First off glad you're enjoying my spin on your Jauniper (FINALLY SPELLED IT RIGHT!)... but I have a few questions...

You've mention Jauniper is about the size of a horse, so that should put his weight around 900 to 1,200 pounds IF he was well fed. So can assume he's weighing in around say 600-800 lbs in his pre-Haven days? Or should it be less?

2. Obviously he has claws on his hind and forelimbs. What about his hands? Does he have rabbit-like claws on his fingers?

3. I've been assuming Jauniper can move as the speed of a hare/rabbit (which is about 45 mph) and can jump a similar distance (10-12 ft and up to 10 ft high)... of course I'm using the exceptions for North American Hare/Rabbit varieties. Do these fall in line with your vision of the "Hares Breadth Au"?

3. I'm thinking of doing a couple more "shorts" and was wondering if I can use a couple of your Jauniper illustrations for the collection page.

Again thank you for letting me have some fun with your AU. It is really interesting, and look forward to more stories and info dumps.

Oh hello!! Question and answer time :]

1. When he’s well fed, he actually weighs around 700-1000 pounds, more wild horse weight than thoroughbred. Only the muscles he needs to live, not extra ones for work/racing. That’s how I’m factoring in the fact that he’s a rabbit, not actually a horse

So pre-Haven he’d probably be hovering around 500. If it wasn’t for the significant bunny fluff, he’d look pretty emaciated

2. He does have little rabbit claws on his hands! I’ve been drawing them that way at least. Once he’s back in civilization he keeps them filed to keep from cutting people accidentally. Not filed all the way gone, just blunt. Obviously, they’re quite sharp before he reaches Mistral with the others

3. Those speeds, but the jumps are different He probably can jump 6-8 feet forward, and he can’t jump NEARLY that high. Rabbits can jump that high cause they weight like eight pounds. Jauniper weighs more than 500. So yeah, he can jump higher than a human because he’s built different, but he can’t jump ten feet into the air

Most of his “stats” I’m basing off of wild horses, because based on how CRWBY designed Juniper, her anatomy is more similar to a horse’s than a rabbit’s. So her speed, weight, etc. would be comparable

4. Sure! Go ahead and use one of the pieces, granted you credit me properly (link to the original piece, tag me, etc.)

Can’t wait to see what else you do!

[lazy-box-head]

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Tell Us A Story!

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"As you were saying, Bex, about how you got here."

"Hm? Oh, yes! So I was sitting but the riverbank until I saw this rabbit.."

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You thought that Silly being the Cheshire Cat was the only one changed? News flash, I had also changed up the Mad Hatter's spot too. (not exactly, I'll get into why in a second) Stacy is the Mad Hatter! The reason why Silly and Stacy have been included in the AU out of NOWHERE is because when I first made Bex in Wonderland. I seemed to completely miss the two when I made it. So I thought why not include them anyways. I know I had Galactica as the Mad Hatter (or Mad Catter as I called her cuz cat pun). But I don't think I'm having Stacy be a "replacement role" as I did with Silly replacing Smiler's role. 2 Hatters and a "Hare" (Oblivion is still a cat in this AU even though she's the March Hare) for Bex to deal with. What more could this anxious cat ask for hehe- but it's not too bad, Stacy doesn't change that much as the Mad Hatter anyways, maybe a bit more theatrical in her mannerisms but that's really it. So it's not like Bex just met 3 completely different characters. So things are a bit more calm for Bex this time around from all of the nonsense in Wonderland. I still want to change up a few things in regards to this AU so that it's not a direct copy of 1951 Alice in Wonderland (other than the fact that this AU has a cast of magical talking fantasy animals). Whether it be in characters present, dialogue and all that. I do want to also reference the books when I can too, since this gorgeous film wouldn't exist without Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass in the first place! I also just realised that I could've made Silly the March Hare to soften the blow of Stacy suddenly being the Mad Hatter, but ah, it's fine, we get an already funny coyote being the funny disappearing cat, so I'd consider that a win. ANYWAYS, I know you guys don't see Stacy or Silly in full view in these drawings, and they're kinda obscured in it, but I might aswell mention that Stacy has a polka dot dress! The skirt part has polka dots, that is. I just thought that she would wear something with a bit of polka dot in it as the Mad Hatter. I just thought it would add to fun of the film.

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Also I think I should mention this here too but- it's Bex, Silly and Stacy's "design anniversaries" today! Basically it's been 4 years today that I first overhauled their designs and started to give them some lore. Aaaaaannnd, a LOT has changed in those 4 years, which I'm happy about! I like seeing the evolution and change these 3 went through over the 4 years. It's nostalgic to see what young teen me was thinking up of and putting these guys in. I probably should've done something for that today, but I was working on this for the past few days cuz I've gotten caught up in playing Minecraft again. Managed to get a horse and name them "Koko" after Koko the Clown from Fleischer's cartoons :]. But I do wanna have a go at possibly redrawing old artwork from 2021/2022 that features the trio! I feel like it would be a fun experience to see the change in style and also the trio themselves :]

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[lynnedwardswrites]

OC As Animals Tag

Tagged by @writernopal for this. Thanks as always N Opal!

Tagging: @linaket (do the whole band, I dare you), @jezifster @cherrybombfangirlwrites @theimperiumchronicles

Rules: Choose any Oc/s and pick an animal that relates to them and why. You can also include images or drawings of your own but don't have to.

Tagging for The Hare and the Jackal

Ok this actually pretty fun because I actually have art, lol.

So obviously Isabella is the Hare and Creed is the Jackal. Thus my chapter header arts which looks like this:

Both of them are trickster animals (the hare following ye olde Brair Rabbit vibes and the jackal being another word for a coyote), but on top of that the hare is associated with fear (b/c prey animal) and the jackal is associated with anger (b/c predator animal), which just so happen to be both of their dominant emotions that they have to work to validate to make progress in the story. :D

Luther is a snake. Interestingly, he likes to associate Isabella with a hawk (partially because he enjoys falconry, lol), so his chapter header looks like this:

Which is not to say that he's an unwilling snake in this metaphor. In fact, Luther kinda likes the idea that one day his children will be strong enough to depose him. If they're strong enough for that, they're strong enough for anything.

Holman is a golden retriever. I did not make that chapter art, though, because it was stupid and Holman is stupid, and he's all but cut from the novel as of this week anyway. Instead, we got Captain Ober, who is also a dog of some kind, but not that one. I imagine him as some kind of loyal, morose guard dog of some kind. Less tail wagging. More intelligence.

Ines Barbaron is an ostrich. Kind of a bully, weirdly horny, will not be self-reflective (head in the sand?), but larger than life and gorgeous as fuck. Also, a noble in the sense that an ostrich is a bird. Like, technically I guess, but only because the taxonomists said so. Did you bully the taxonomists, Ines?

[aversiteespabilas]

Ohh god, i can't just move on from that response im so back! I love info dumps, and boy do you deliver 😭🙏

Okay, the previous draft you had for the girls are fighting is so big brain, and honestly as a concept goes waaay too hard! But I see how it would look awkward in practice. You know, i really like that we can see Tetsu's face i think that was a good move, and it really does carry forward. I mean this is a moment that lowkey shaped the way Yusuke views Tetsuya and the Usagi at large (and arguably himself).

I kinda feel like your original idea still comes through though. I may be talking out of my ass, but hear me out: to Yusuke, Tetsuya exists as a living symbol of the Usagi. Having Tetsu literally stand above Yusuke places him in a weak submissive position, he's completely helpless and is being fully judged in what's probably one of his weakest moments. In Yusuke's mind, he IS being judged by the Usagi. We're literally watching Yusuke be turned away by THE symbol of the usagi. 

and by his brother…

It's almost biblical dude. And i think THATS why the outside framing hits. This is an incredibly intimate moment that feels…wrong to watch. The scene around us is practically Begging the audience to turn our gaze and spare Yusuke the embarrassment of being watched. but we still choose to push those bushes aside and take a peek…

i think you really nailed the vibe. and this is the OPENING CHAPTER??? this goes criminally hard, Rhin need to be LOCKED UP for this 😭

and…about the paws.

I feel youuuuuuu, the rabbits are so fluffy and soff i neeeeed to touchhhh. Im in the corner of a room rocking back and forth with my arms around my knees thinking about fluffy bunnies. 

I LOVELOVELOVE the rabbit shapesss, im gonna talk about it every time!!!! the paws, and their rabbit feet?? And their twitchy wittle wabbit noses 🥺🥺 their ears are probably sooo soft…just like…imagine how supple the skin under their ears are. I might explode.

two sexy furry-adjacent OCs getting dirty in the sheets? AWOOGA BARK BARK AWOOOOOO!!! and tetsu reaching for that cake?? honestly same, Toshi’s a baddie 😭🙏 but like…it's Genuinely a really pretty piece. i'm not educated enough on this stuff to really put what I'm thinking into words, but it really does look good, kudos!

IM LOVING H&H. I’m such a big fan of your stuff and i'm definitely on the H&H train 💗🙏 

anyways, as always thank you for sharing ur rabbits (and hares) i love the RRCU and i'm having so much fun watching you and Rhin play with the dolls!! There's so much to talk about, and i wish i had the brain power to do so 😭 but trust me, I'm seeing everything you guys put out and I'm having a ball!!

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WAAAAHH I love your take on that chapter and the illustration!! You're so right. At the time, Kyouhei (their dad) was still holding the Usagi-sama title, so in a sense they were both being held against the wall, but as future Family Head, Tetsuya had to make a decision to stand for the Usagi name. Regardless, Yusuke had always seen Tetsuya as a role model more than anybody else, and being rejected by their father didn't hurt nearly as much as being rejected by him. They're brothers, but they're twenty years apart and Yusuke spent much of his childhood at his house and under his care, so Tetsuya has practically been a father to Yusuke too, more so than Kyouhei was. You might have noticed we actually tend to refer to Tetsu as his brother-dad sometimes hgfgjh you'll be seeing more of that in the latest Sword Lifted chapters.

And also I agree with you! Chapter 1 goes criminally hard, it's so so poignant and still makes me absolutely insane, it actually hasn't changed significantly from how it was back in December 2023 when it was first written and most family lore was in progress/very vague. Fun fact, what is now Chapter 1 of a 45-chapter fic was actually a little one shot thing Rhin had meant as a gift for me, after a sudden collective episode of insanity and me drawing their Apoc Miyamoto (now Yusuke) with my own rabbits Yuki and Jojo.

Check out my genuine reaction:

There was plenty of screaming, plenty of "OHMYGOSH THEY'RE RELATEEEDDDD", plenty of gushing about each other's characters, plenty of lore-adjusting and giggles about there being two Jotaros, and before we knew it we had a whole plot staring at us in the face. At the time, Rhin had been meaning to write something about their version of Usagi in the Good timeline, where he was not Leo's partner but Kenichi and Mariko's. All of that converged into the RRCU as we know it today!

The reason we're each taking care of a different "timeline" is merely that Leo's established partner in each of our canon verses (Run O' The Mill Verse and Covetverse) was different, as well as other stuff going on with the Hamatos, so in Run O' The Mill Rabbit, Leo ends up as Yuki's partner, whereas in Covet (the Good one), Leo's partner is a human named Juan, and in Soft Apoc (Covet's Bad one) Resistance Leader Leo is dating an older, rugged Yusuke who goes by the name of Miyamoto. That means in the Covetverse, and by extension SL, Yuki's romantic partner is Cooper the dog instead. It's an adjustment that just needed to happen, BUT! Save for a couple of events, the canon lore of the Usagi family remains consistent and exactly the same. In fact, everything that's been written so far in H&H and everything we know about Yusuke's life before meeting Yuki at the bar, including the Girls Are Fighting scene, happens in exactly the same way. The timeline thing adds a big element of fun because Rhin and I can both build from the same lore but still surprise each other about how things happen and do it our own way, hehehe~

Man, now you got me infodumping about timelines and stuff- It's a bit confusing, I know! But there's really not that much of a difference when it comes to the rabbits, they're the same characters in just slightly different circumstances. H&H will only diverge from SL's canon in its very last chapter, and I'll add a little note about it when that happens. ANYWAY! That was all to say that SL's chapter 1 went criminally hard for a REASON! It was meant to be a standalone thing to narratively cement the connection between all our characters, and I hold it forever like the freaking treasure it is!

Moving on to paws/feet, I LOVE drawing them, and in fact I love it so much that I keep drawing my characters barefoot even when it would make a lot more sense for them to wear shoes dfjghjhh in fact Rhin often writes them wearing and taking off their shoes and in my art I always gracefully ignore the shoes, apologies for that! Other times I'll put sandals on them, or otherwise shoes that leave their toesies free, which is honestly hilarious but also HAVE YOU WATCHED ZOOTOPIA?? They know what I'm talking about. We deserve to see their cute giant feet and I'll stop now before I get pointed at-

Actually hold on, that "tetsu reaching for that cake" made me cackle jdfgjdjkg HE DOES LOVE SWEETS okay I stop now

Always and forever thank you for the interest you show and for these wonderful comments, it TRULY makes us bounce off the roofs every time! I often find myself posting stuff and wondering "what Sunny will think of this one", hehehe

Have a delightful day, friend!! <3

[lepurcinus]

I think the main problem I have with the "violence" in the wsd movie is that it doesn't try to express the "brutality" of nature, it just feels like it's there to give a shock factor, it doesn't feel like something "normal and natural" it just feels grotesque, like a slasher movie.

Because look, many of us as kids have probably seen some nature documentary where animals fight, get hurt, die, etc. However (or unless you are particularly sensitive) we didn't see it as something horrible, traumatizing OH GOD THOSE POOR ANIMALS, or something like that. We see it as something normal that happens (and it IS REAL), but what about wsd.

Easy, it's TOO EXAGGERATED. These rabbits don't get hurt like normal rabbits, they don't have the same resistance that a common animal with flesh and bones should have. (I'll go into this in depth later).

And for the sample, the death of Blackavar.

In fact, I have a LOT of problems with this one specifically.

For starters, Blackavar in the book never dies, he stays until the end. And ok, it can be given as something important in the plot BUT IT DOESN'T.

It just happens, he attacks Woundwort and Woundwort kills him in the most anticlimactic way possible, then we go to the fight with Bigwig, the dog, the end.

And YA, there is no value for his death, no one mourns for him. He didn't even get to do anything important like, I don't know, give Woundwort a fight and leave him tired enough for Bigwig to have it easier, BUT IT DOESN'T HAPPEN.

The only thing this death gives us is OH SURPRISE! A pile of strawberry juice spilled everywhere and Woundwort with blood in his mouth.

It was already clear to us, that the General is someone dangerous, and the fight with Bigwig was enough to know how brutal he can be, why the fuck do you add a death?

So, now let's go to the strong point. How blood spurting is not synonymous with realism.

Ok, we're all clear by now, rabbits are not exactly the definition of peace. They also fight, get hurt and can kill each other. But wsd rabbits are over exaggerated, they DO NOT bleed and they DO NOT BOIL LIKE ANIMALS.

For starters, a very curious fact about rabbits. Their claws are actually lousy at dealing with wounds, they are hard and curved in shape, because their main use is digging. They are not designed for tearing or gripping like a cat's claws or the like.

Although they can use their paws to attack, in this case it is more of a warning blow. If a rabbit really wants to hurt it will prefer to use its teeth (that's why when we see rabbits fighting they will try to lunge at each other, as they seek to bite the opponent).

For Woundwort and Bigwig to reach that level of scratching and start bleeding, they should have been hit several times before.

A good example of this is this video of two Hares boxing, as you can see, it took a considerable amount of hits and some time for one of them to start bleeding (and it's not even dripping liters of blood, they are considerably light wounds).

Now, about the rabbit fights, it's really rare to see them get to a point of slitting throats and the like (As a fun fact, when you search for "brutal rabbit fight" the first thing you'll get is Watership Down, not even real rabbits lmao).

Although I said that their teeth are more useful than their nails when it comes to hurting, they don't reach the same level of being able to slit throats in an instant, it also takes a CONSIDERABLE amount of bites before something serious happens. This takes away even more points from Blackavar's death, Woundwort has fucking saws instead of teeth THAT'S NOT HOW RABBITS WORK, DAMN.

And again, the wounds draw blood in spurts, liters and liters, and FUCK NO. I even had to use an example of hares because I couldn't even find a video case of rabbits fighting so severely to the point of bleeding, just a lot of hair pulling and lunging.

See my point? This is NOT a "demonstration of how cruel nature is" it's just a bunch of Gore put in a moronic way to give the impression that something is "adult".

Even though I'm all for showing that in nature things aren't pretty, there's a point to showing animals getting hurt and death. To showing a bunch of blud spilling out as if the animals were fucking water balloons that just popped.

And god, Disney, the company they usually blame for showing "cute animals" knew how to show a dead animal without blood that is not scary because of the blood, it is not scary at all, it is sad also shocking, it is sad because they knew how to take advantage of the context to get the message across.

Bambi was able to be "brutal" and serious without the need to show cute little deer being slaughtered with liters of blood.

And some add for finishing. Ok, we get it, nature CAN and IT'S brutal. But the main difference is the way media tries to show this, in animal documentaries and videos it is shown in a neutral way, we know the context behind everything. And we see it as it begins and ends.

And even with all those tears and injuries, they are not intended to look like a "splatter", in fact, even the wounded animals don't bleed that much. And again, for the animals to get to this point there must have been a lot of fighting and struggling, not just one scratch that caused a crater-sized wound with a reddish waterfall.

And that's it, i'm too angry right now to organize this well. But I hope you get my point.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Characters and Headcanons and References, Oh My!

Lately I’ve been toying with the idea of Mark and Matt portraying similar characters (technically, Matt started it with WarfPat and DarkPat, lol). There’s Engineer!Mark and Mack, obviously, but then there’s HeeHoo and The Hermit, Wilford and MadPat, Darkiplier and AntiMatter (in my opinion, at least).

I really want to get back to writing soon, but I’m still having trouble with my motivation. I still don’t want my creative energy to go to waste, so I’ve thought up a few MatPat-inspired characters to act as alternatives for some of Mark’s characters. I hope you enjoy!

(Update: one awesome @insane4fandoms has taken the time to draw each of these guys! The drawings question will be linked by their names. Please go show the artist some love!!!)

Caliban (Art Page)

The alternative to Murdock/Murderplier

He’s a cannibal, as well as one of Murdock’s many body-disposal resources.

I think it’d be cool for the two of them to work for some kind of mafia that specializes in assassinations. (Psst! I’ve decided to actually try this idea on for size, and, of course, Caliban is very much involved! You can find all this information about him here. To learn more about the developing mob he and Murdock work for, go here. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy what I’m working towards!)

He’s involved in some areas of Black Market. He sells the bones and blood of his meals, as well as organs that aren’t fit for consumption (eyeballs and intestines, for example. Way too many acidic chemicals and bacteria to deal with).

Cannibal puns 24/7. He’s more subtle about it than The Hermit, but still. (“I’ve been told I have great taste in people. . .” “If anyone’s a humanitarian, it’s me!” “I am what I eat, after all.” “I’d love to have you for dinner~” etc.)

He has an ENORMOUS collection of butcher knives and medical blades. His favorite of them all is a damascus steel cleaver.

There’s a silver tooth cap in the place of his left upper canine. He lost said canine when one of his victims surprised him by grabbing his tenderizing hammer and hitting him in the mouth with it as they tried to escape. (This also left a small scar on his upper lip.) He recovered, but let’s just say he made that victim’s death extra painful. . .

He has a pet hare named Snare (reference to Matt’s childhood bunny, Sunny). Since hares are more intelligent than you’d think, Snare has been taught several tricks; mainly, how to follow certain targets, bite them, and then let Caliban swab his little teeth for blood in order to track said targets via DNA database. Don’t ask. . .

Caliban spoils Snare by feeding him the fingers of his victims as treats (reference to Monty Python’s Killer Rabbit).

He’s adjusted to having Murdock as a meal ticket, but he still has plenty of experience killing on his own.

Sometimes he’ll join in on the sadistic games Murdock likes to play with his victims. Murdock usually isn’t too thrilled with having to share the spotlight, but he also can’t deny how Caliban makes the taunting and threatening even more fun. 

Their relationship is both casual and professional. Some sarcastic jabs here, an exchange of morbid jokes there. But make no mistake, when Murdock and Caliban are working together, they are a terrifying force to be reckoned with.

Ozzie (Art Page)

The alternative to Yancy

He’s been convicted of tax evasion as well as several instances of kidnapping game developers and holding them for ransom. (His reasons for doing so? No one is quite sure. He gives a different explanation every time someone asks him. He swears these explanations are all connected, but that’s up for debate.)

Unlike Yancy’s case, Ozzie’s parents were abusive towards him, but he didn’t kill them. Instead, he ran away from home at an early age; sooner or later, he started engaging in theft in order to survive.

He was sent to Happy Trails Penitentiary because he managed to escape literally every other prison the authorities tried to keep him at.

He definitely has a plan to escape Happy Trails at some point in time, but it’s somewhat nicer than other prisons. Plus he’s met some interesting people there, so he’ll stick around for a little while.

He speaks with some kind of New Yorker accent. It’s just as over-exaggerated as Yancy’s Jersey accent, if not more so.

Sometimes Yancy will ask Ozzie for help with his musical projects. Whether Yancy is stumped on rhyme-schemes, indecisive about which lyrics to use, or just wants feedback on a new song, Ozzie is always happy to give advice. He loves theater.

Patty/DancePat (Art Page)

The alternative to Porniplier

His stage name is Pat A. Cake. He’s gotten used to being called “Patty” for short (I like to think Porniplier’s pseudonym is Delux, due to all the costumes he uses).

He works at the same club as Delux. I’m going to call this club Areola 51 because I can.

He supports himself through exotic dance. He mainly does pole dancing (ahem), but he’s no stranger to cage dancing or chair dancing.

He also does some stripping since it pays so well, but that’s his limit. He genuinely enjoys dancing, but he’s a bit shyer about the more sexual stuff.

He’s almost always wearing heels, and he takes great pride in being able to perform in them (whereas Delux can barely even walk with heels on).

His go-to outfit for performing is a white corset with black lace-up leggings, a purple velvet choker, and a pair of wedge-heeled boots. (Yes, this is based off of that cutout image Matt uses in his videos, and no, you can’t do anything about it.)

He and Delux definitely have a rivalry, but it’s a friendly one.

They tease one another pretty often, but they’ve both been there for each other in more serious times. For instance, when Delux’s latest client was less than polite, or when Patty’s audience was too handsy for his liking.

Penn (Art Page)

The alternative to Illinois

His full name is, you guessed it, Pennsylvania James (I like to think that Illinois’ surname is Jenkins). He finds that his nickname is much easier to go by. (And, quite frankly, he’s gotten sick of people asking if he has a sibling named Transylvania. Illinois was one of those people.)

Where Illinois is a treasure-hunter, Penn is more of a paleontologist.

He’s helped to discover at least three new species of dinosaur.  

Illinois spent his first few archaeological digs working with Penn. Illinois may love exploring ancient temples and the like, but that’s only for the fun of it. He believes that cultural artifacts should just be discovered and then left alone. He and Penn agree that collecting fossils for museums is much less immoral.

He has definitely yanked Illinois out of a boulder’s path once or twice.

He doesn’t understand why Illinois insists on carrying a whip with him.

He’s a bit more subtle in his flirting than Illinois is. But only a bit.

LeviathanPat (Art Page)

The alternative to EldritchPlier

Just like his counterpart, he’s a cosmic horror. He feeds off of human souls, but human thoughts and extreme human emotions can also satisfy him for a time.

He’s bound by the same supernatural rules as EldritchPlier–the primary one being that he can’t enter a place without explicitly being welcomed in.

Where EldritchPlier typically goes for doors, LeviathanPat will lurk outside of windows. He does this because it gives him an opportunity to watch his victims. That way, he can more easily gauge their reactions and plan his next move more carefully.

When he talks to his targets, he’ll try to make them sympathize with him rather than just flat-out bribe them. He’ll usually try his luck when the weather is bad in order to sell the act. (“þlêå§ê lê† mê ¢ðmê ïñ§ïÐê! ̆’§ ��ð ¢-¢ðlР𵆠hêrê; Ì ¢åñ’† £êêl m¥ håñЧ åñ¥mðrê!”)

That being said, if his target shows hesitation or gets onto him quickly, he’ll definitely lose patience and go on the defensive. He’ll try to make them feel guilty for refusing to help someone who’s supposedly sick and/or injured.

He chooses his targets in advance, then waits for an opportunity to get them alone near the window. Then he’ll tap on the glass to get their attention. He typically only hunts at night, since darkness makes humans more susceptible to fear/paranoia/disturbance.  

He’s able to shapeshift, but he doesn’t like looking completely human. When talking to his targets, he’ll appear as a vague, semi-fluid silhouette with only his glowing eyes truly visible.

If his target gets on his nerves, his shape will begin changing more sporadically as he grows more and more frustrated. His eyes will also shift in the way of turning bloodshot, changing colors, maybe even bulging or melting in their sockets.

Since it’s kind of impossible for a room to be built without a door and at least one window, EldritchPlier and LeviathanPat often end up going for the same target. When that happens, they’ll argue over said target for an ungodly amount of time.

Anyone else have ideas for more characters like this? I’d love to brainstorm!

[chocodile]

Lmao just know I'm brainrotted and am mentally making both my Xatts Anthros but more animal aligned than anthro Xatts cause Xep is based on a hare in my mind so I wanna turn her into a gangly limbed uncanny hare freak (lovingly) with stupid big ears who just generally has major something is very very wrong with her vibes and probably delights in torture and maiming like a little freak and would growl at Hayden ears pinned back in aggression showing, sharp back teeth that definitely probably shouldnt be there if he looked at the rabbit Xatt anthro too long.

Meanwhile sweet bun Xatt is stuck with this terrifying lanky maniac and is just shaped smaller squishy and ever so soft and fluffy with such delicate gentle paws and a light step. And Xep just wants to dress her up and admire her prize. But also probably has something a bit wrong with her as well. What exactly idk but probably don't get caught snooping somewhere you shouldn't by her. Cause I like the oh a cute lil lady <3 - oh there's something wrong with her actually. Maybe magic idk like I like the idea of powers especially darker magic making her perhaps just as deadly as the maniac hare.

Cause both being Xatts they're both dangerous just in slightly different ways bun is a cutesy lure with the unexpected jaw while Xep is cunning and moreso hunts and I think that'd translate over making them both deadly in different ways. They probably have some sort of work deal pact, not sure what or why I like them being in a fucked up partnership cause dynamic. Bound by blood. I'm just so brain rotted and so normal about this XD with so many mental images of art I'll never make but oof I wanna. I just thought you had a right to know your hayden world stuff urg it consumes me I love thinking about it its so fun.

Also I just like uncanny Valley hare lanky wrong and unnerving paired with a small fluffy and trustworthy bunny rabbit. Like the brain is vibrating at mental imagery of that the opposites the cute correct adored and the terrifying incorrect feared, always kind of bound to the other inseparable almost. Idk I can't fully explain it but thoughts go BRRR

In regards to the designs, any proportions you wanna draw them with are totally fine! You can draw 'em anthro with human proportions and clothing, you can draw them quad, you can draw 'em like Bugs Bunny and anything in between. Xatts can come in many shapes and sizes! A long gangly uncanny one sounds cool.

Also, having something "wrong" with 'em and a slightly ominous streak is very much in character for Xatts...they tend to be a little odd and feral at the best of times--it's mostly a matter of what their individual "bad" percentage is and how good they are at controlling it.

Also, your description of your two as a tag team sounds very endearing! I'll keep that in mind when I do your Xatt sketches… (still planning that, just catching up on stuff and in a bit of a digital art slump at the moment)

In regards to Hyden's reaction, I can certainly say he'd be rather creeped out by a Xatt. Once the surprise wore off, though, he'd be fascinated by this strange, new, potentially magical creature… careful, Xep, don't let him get you on the dissection table!

In the current version of the Amaranthine story, Xatts aren't canonically present--they're more of a free-floating monster idea that could be plugged into any setting--but they were originally part of Amaranthine back in 2009.

In the original 2009-era backstory for Xatts, they were born from the Shadow. Given that Hyden was the one who released the Shadow upon the world in the first place, that would have made him their accidental "father", in a way.

The connection between the two isn't canon anymore, but just a fun little bit of trivia. :)

[high-dragon-bait]

Bit random but I'm curious what your thoughts are on the popular-ish headcanon that elf ears behave more like an animals do rather than a humans

For the most part pretty positive!

I’m the kind of person who LOVES animalistic traits on humanoid characters. I love sharp teeth, I love claws, I love prehensile ears, I love horns, love tails, I love hooves and I’m now describing tieflings! I think it’s so cool and so fun and I play with it all the time.

I also wrote a whole post on how I think elves are apex predators and emphasized my love of things like them having better hearing, a heightened sense of smell, meat heavy-diet. I did this because of the emphasis on hunting among the Dalish but they still are considered “animalistic” traits. And I do like the idea that they can move their ears to some extent. I don’t usually go like, full independent movement, 360 rotation, just a bit of limited movement.

(Fun fact: I can move my ears! They’ll even twitch at sudden sounds. It’s extremely slight, you can’t notice unless I point it out, but I feel it. I imagine elves can move their ears in a similar manner to how I move mine, it’s just more obvious)

That being said, I do have my limits. I like these traits less because they make elves “animalistic” but more because it makes them feel like their own species, separate from humans. That’s just more FUN to me than “humans but smaller with pointed ears.” I love the “elves and humans are like rabbits and hares” idea. I wanna see how I can play with that.

I would draw the line at things like growling, hissing, cat like or goat like pupils. All of that is reaching a bit too far for me. Teeth bearing I’m kinda eh on because humans do that too, so that would depend on execution. Making them too cat-like is something I don’t enjoy, I want them to seem different from humans, but I don’t want them to be just. Cats but in a human-esque body.

I would also immediately distrust anyone who depicts the darker skinned elves such as Fenris or Zevran as more animalistic than Solas or Merrill for example. I haven’t seen this happen in a long time, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still out there.

So yeah, there’s my opinion: mostly positive but with limits. It’s a fun thing to play with, but I’d be uncomfortable if someone pushed it way too far.

[shreksstepfather]

Here’s all my OCs! I just wanted to draw them in one place and write down their personalities, which are under the cut!! :)

Boomer: Very, very old man. He’s jaded and mutters nonsense most of the day, and many in the colony view him as... less than able to lead them. But there he is, still alive somehow. Though he is a senile old man, he is often more correct than others give him credit for; a bit of a Cassandra figure, I suppose.

Foggy: Compared to Boomer, Foggy is youthful, fun, and energetic. Compared to the average rabbit, however, she's a middle-aged lady and an authoritarian stickler for rules. Despite this, most members of the colony want her to declare Boomer unfit for leadership and take his place. Foggy rejects this idea partly because of her loyalty to him and partly because she’s scared of taking on such an important role.

Flopsy: Flopsy was practically born with herbs in her paws. She’s a natural healer with high empathy who cares deeply for others, but she doesn’t take any nonsense. She would gently persuade a kit to take medicine and then proceed to swat a couple of protectors for beating each other up too bad. Despite her small size and fluffy fur, Flopsy is both respected and feared, and there is no one better for her position in the colony.

Tucker: Tucker is a young and eager bunny who just wants to make the world a better place. He’s a ray of sunshine without a violent bone in his body, always looking on the bright side of life. This optimistic attitude may be due to his fortunate beginnings when he was adopted by Lion as a kit instead of dying alone in the snow. Just talking to Tucker would make a rabbit feel better, so it’s no wonder he was chosen to heal the colony alongside Flopsy.

Protectors

The protectors are the ones who fight intruders, scare away predators, and guard the colony at night. It is both a prestigious and dangerous position since rabbits can’t sheathe their claws like cats can. Therefore, most protectors have scars across their bodies from particularly harsh training sessions. Protectors tend to be courageous, quick-tempered, and the largest rabbits in the colony.

Spade: Stoic and brave, Spade seems to be the perfect protector. However, he does have some personal issues. He has trouble showing his emotions and being vulnerable around others, as well as being a bit nervous when rabbits approach him from his blind side. Solaris, Spade’s mate, helps him with these problems by allowing him to be himself. Solaris remains the only rabbit he allows on his blind side.

Solaris: Solaris is seemingly not the best option for a protector. Anxious, paranoid, and overemotional, Solaris is sometimes mocked by other protectors for the cowardly way he acts. Spade is his rock, the rabbit who can help him with his confidence, and the one who defends him from the others. He’s a sweetheart with strong paternal instincts and a second father to many young rabbits in the colony.

Teepee: The ambitious, belligerent doe Teepee wasn’t born in the colony. In fact, she is originally from a rival colony known as the Barbarians, who pride themselves on their fighting prowess and large size. Even after defecting to the Warren, her large scars and strangely aggressive nature kept her from fitting in completely. Rowan always accepted her, however, and they would become mates soon after she joined.

Snow Covered Birch (Snow): A bit of an oddball among the colony, Snow is actually not a rabbit at all! She’s a snowshoe hare, much bigger than any of the rabbits and whose coat changes color from white to brown depending on the season. Though she is sweet as can be, she was made a protector anyways, likely due only to her huge size. Some of the more traditional members of the colony (including Boomer, Rowan, Velvet, and Pontus) dislike her and view her as a bad omen, but she really does do her best to fit in.

Pop: One of the Rice Krispies triplets, Pop is likely the one with the roughest life. She went half deaf after an especially intense training session with Teepee and still harbors a lot of resentment towards her. She is prickly and hotheaded, but fell head over heels with the kindhearted Snow. Pop still has a big crush on her, even though Snow and Pop’s brother Crackle have been mates for a while now.

Gaia: The least emotionally available and most similar to Teepee of the main siblings, it’s no wonder Gaia became a protector. Gaia dislikes being left out and has a fair amount of ambition, and she’s the most loyal rabbit you’ll ever meet. She is particularly loyal to her sister Pluto, defending her at any chance she gets.

Explorers

Explorers have the duty of surveying the territory, delivering messages to other colonies, and gathering intel about new lands or rabbits. It is considered the most fun position, as they typically don’t do much but run around and check borders. Explorers tend to be curious, a bit aloof, great compromisers, and the fastest rabbits in the colony.

Velvet: The oldest of the explorers, it is said that Velvet knew Boomer when he wasn’t senile. Velvet tends to be quite paranoid and hates foreigners, being the rabbit who is most aggressive towards Teepee and Snow. Velvet is intelligent and perceptive, often serving as the de-facto leader of the explorers.

Lion: Lion is a very secretive rabbit, not displaying his true feelings or emotions much. He’s always a bit sad and tired due to his experiences while being held hostage by a cruel rabbit named Fox, who he still has to work for if he wants to live. Sometimes it seems that his adopted son Tucker, who he saved from Fox’s tyranny, is the only light in his life.

Coal: An aloof and mysterious fellow who is trusted by few, Coal is often considered the most likely contender to overthrow Boomer. While it is true that Boomer scratched him across the eye for spreading rebellious ideation before, that doesn’t mean he’s necessarily held a grudge, right? Rabbits can change, right?

Lemon: Coal’s crony and closest “friend”, Lemon shares many of his characteristics. She is also not the friendliest rabbit, tending to err more on the side of outright exploding on her colonymates rather than keeping as cool and collected as Coal. She’s the one who does the majority of Coal’s “dirty work”, whatever that means.

Snap: Another one of the Rice Krispies triplets, Snap is the one who is forgotten most often. While Pop is notable for her missing ear and tragic history and Crackle is known for being the heartthrob of the colony, Snap isn’t known for much. Because of this, she tends to keep to herself and trains more than anyone else, turning her into a very fast but still unpopular rabbit.

Pontus: The Mary Sue main character of my comics, Pontus is very energetic and fun-loving, but is really lacking in the empathy and compassion departments. She is naive and a bit of a dumb bunny, falling victim to pranks and lies over and over. Pontus believes herself to be better than anyone else because of her gift of communication with the spirit creature Zomo, and she never takes responsibility for her bad actions.

Gatherers

The gatherers do the jobs of building walls and shelters, rooting around for grass during winter, and raiding human farms. Though they have arguably the most important job, they aren’t respected nearly as much as the valiant protectors or the speedy explorers. The gatherers are a group of oddballs, with a little bit of every personality and skill set.

Rosy: Rosy is a very elderly rabbit who acts like everyone’s nice grandma. She has strong maternal instincts and, together with Solaris, is one of the rabbits that the youth come to for advice or comfort. She enjoys being a gatherer despite the negative stigma and nobody dares to disrespect gatherers around her OR her wife.

Aster: The love of Rosy’s life and resident blind rabbit, Aster is just as old as Rosy is and shares her affinity for flowers. She is the mother of the Rice Krispies triplets from a previous relationship that many rabbits rumor was with Boomer. Aster always vehemently denies this, as does Boomer himself. In any case, Rosy officially adopted the three long ago and the father still isn’t known. Since Aster can’t see, Rosy will often describe the sunset and weave flowers into her fur.

Rowan: Even though Rowan is the father of Pluto and Gaia as well as Pontus, he often forgets that he didn’t just sire the star-stamped doe. Rowan proved himself incapable of handling the stress of Zomo’s visits and thus became aggressive towards it and paranoid about falling victim to another “curse”. Rowan is very traditional and stuck in his ways, though he opened his heart a bit to let his beloved Teepee in.

Steel: Steel is a former crony of Coal but unfriended him when he realized his bitter feelings towards Boomer and by extension Foggy. Steel and Foggy are great friends and political allies, and he was willing to put his loyalty to her above his loyalty to Coal. Steel is a very nervous rabbit, always paranoid that one day, Coal and Lemon will seek vengeance.

Crackle: Why would the most popular and handsome rabbit in the colony willingly CHOOSE to become a gatherer, of all positions? Well, he’s really a mama’s boy deep inside. He became a gatherer just so that he could spend more time with his elderly moms, Rosy and Aster. But when he’s not with them, Crackle is flirting it up with anyone who will listen. Whether buck, doe, or nonbinary, nobody is safe from his endless pickup lines.

Pluto: Pluto is the most nervous of the main three sisters, but a sweetheart full of compassion and love deep down. Though she is very shy and slow to bond with others, Pluto is actually really funny and fun to be around once you win her trust. She is very close with her mother Teepee and her sister Gaia, who support and love her endlessly.

WHEW, that was a lot! I doubt anyone read this far, but here are some cookies if you did :) 

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[whenisitenoughtrees]

this cup of yours tastes holy (this lie is dead)

“I think you might have missed the part where I said that you almost died,” Logan says, and his voice is steady, but his hands are not, trembling where they have balled into fists on his lap.

He blinks, at a loss.

Janus attempts to save Logan from being poisoned. In the moment, switching out their glasses seems like a perfectly rational idea.

It is not, in fact, a perfectly rational idea.

Content Warnings: poisoning, mentioned blood, mentioned death (no actual death though), mentioned violence

Word Count: 5,772

Pairings: Loceit, background Prinxiety

Written for Whumptober2020 theme no 22. "Do these tacos taste funny to you?" with the more specific prompt: poisoned.

(masterpost w/ ao3 links)

The banquet hall is bright, noisy, and crowded, full of laughter and music and talking, and Janus is almost certain that the ambassador from Halledrin has just slipped poison into Logan’s wine.

No one else seems to have noticed. Janus can’t say he’s surprised. The formal dinner is over; now is the time for mingling, and everyone is deeply involved in their own conversations, their own social circles. Roman knows how to throw a good celebration, if nothing else, and now that the pressure is off of him to preside over all the little details, Janus spots him off to one side, shamelessly chatting up Virgil, who seems… exasperated, if not entirely displeased. He spares them a glance before turning back to Logan, who seems to be doing his level best to escape the conversation, but the ambassador— and just what is his name? Janus has entirely forgotten— is persistent, and Janus would think it no more than an annoyance if he weren’t fairly certain that he saw the man brush one hand against Logan’s wine glass while gesturing broadly with the other.

Which, no. That is absolutely not permitted.

He makes his way across the floor, snagging a glass of his own on the way.

“If I might cut in?” he says, as soon as he’s close enough. “I’m afraid I have a pressing matter to discuss with our illustrious court sorcerer.”

Logan inclines his head toward him, and Janus doesn’t think he mistakes the relief that flashes in his eyes. The ambassador stammers a bit, trying to come up with an excuse to stay, but a pointed look takes care of that, and the man retreats sullenly. Janus smiles at him, thin and knife-sharp, and then takes Logan by the elbow, escorting him to the other side of the banquet hall.

“Was there actually something you needed to discuss, or was that a rescue?” Logan asks dryly, and Janus laughs.

“Oh, you seemed like you were having so much fun,” he replies. “Here, switch with me.” And he presses his wine into Logan’s hand, taking Logan’s for himself. Logan frowns at him, but Janus shakes his head. Not here, that means, and Logan can read him well enough to understand it, little though he likes being unable to ask for clarification. In any case, as soon as the potentially-poisoned glass leaves Logan’s grasp, Janus finds himself able to relax.

“I’ll admit, the man is… long-winded,” Logan says. Janus sniffs at the wine as surreptitiously as he can. He can’t smell anything, but there are plenty of odorless poisons out there. “And yes, I am aware of how that sounds coming from me.”

“You’re not that bad,” he says, trying to keep track of the ambassador out of the corner of his eye. He’s positioned himself at the edge of the room, now, and he is staring at Logan, not even bothering to hide it. “At least you actually know what you’re talking about.”

“I would hope so,” Logan says, and then narrows his eyes. “Just what is Roman doing over there?”

Janus turns his head in that direction, but he’s too preoccupied to pay much attention. The problem with this is that he’s only about eighty percent sure that the drink has been tampered with, and the remaining twenty percent is enough unsurety to prevent him from being able to confront the perpetrator brazenly. Not that that would be his style anyway, but it also means he can’t go to anyone else with it; if he told Roman his suspicions, for instance, his sword would be drawn in an instant. And on the off chance that the drink isn’t poisoned after all, that would irreparably damage relations with Halledrin, and they can’t afford that.

So, he’ll have to be careful with this. Keep hold of the cup for the rest of the night and have it tested for toxins as soon as he can. Take the results, and move from there.

“Oh, dear Fates,” Logan groans, and Janus snaps his attention back to the present. It doesn’t take long to figure out what has Logan annoyed.

Roman’s climbed on the table. And as king, he can do what he wants, of course. But generally speaking, he’s supposed to keep the table-climbing to a minimum.

“My dear guests!” he calls out, his voice rich and booming. He doesn’t sound as drunk as Janus would expect from this kind of behavior. “If I may have your attention, I would like to propose a toast! To my dearest friend—”

“Oh my gods, Roman, stop,” Virgil groans.

“—Virgil of the Western Isles, who single-handedly—”

“Roman.”

“—rescued me from the clutches of the dread Dragon-Witch Alcara, thus saving this kingdom from utter disaster and ruin, and once again proving himself to be a man of the highest courage and determination, yes, courage, stop glaring at me like that, and also, did I mention he did this all by himself?” Roman raises his glass high, cheeks flushed red. Virgil has stopped protesting verbally in favor of trying to strike Roman down with his eyes alone, it appears. “So! To one of the best heroes this land has ever known! To Virgil!”

The crowd echoes the call, most of them smiling good-naturedly, a few laughing at the antics; if nothing else, Roman knows how to play to an audience.

“Not one of his best speeches,” Logan mutters.

Janus shrugs, and finally manages to catch Virgil’s gaze from across the room. He smirks, sardonically saluting him with his glass, and Virgil turns the full force of his glare onto him, mouthing something that is either I’m going to kill you or I’m rowing to mill two; really, Janus can’t tell which.

And then, he realizes that he has a problem.

It’s a toast. Everyone is bringing their drinks to his lips, taking sips, swallowing. Obviously, he can’t do any of this, as he rather likes being alive and unpoisoned. But the ambassador is still watching Logan intently, and Logan is sipping from Janus’ old glass; if the ambassador is expecting something to happen, and nothing does, he will turn his attention to the people around Logan, trying to figure out what went wrong. If that happens, there is a chance that he will notice if Janus doesn’t drink. From there, he will be able to suppose that Janus has caught onto his plans, has caught onto him, and from there, he will become more desperate.

Janus doesn’t want that. A desperate man becomes unpredictable, uncontrollable. A desperate man might act as though he has nothing to lose.

His mind racing, he brings the goblet up to his lips. It shouldn’t be too hard to feign a sip. He’s overthinking this.

He tilts the glass back, stopping just short of letting the wine touch his lips. He swallows a bit of his own saliva for realism. And then, it’s done, and he can relax again.

“Really, he should know better then to put Virgil in the limelight,” he says, keeping the ambassador in the corner of his vision. “He’s going to make him pay for that later.”

“If he would stop being so reckless, he wouldn’t be captured by his enemies so often, and Virgil wouldn’t have to hare off after him at all,” Logan sighs. “I will never understand their intricate courting rituals. Why don’t they just say they have feelings for each other and have done with it?”

The longer Logan goes without succumbing to some kind of terrible sickness, the paler the ambassador’s face grows. Janus is almost enjoying watching him.

“Some people are incapable of saying what they mean,” he says, and Logan looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that the case?” he says, pointed, and Janus grins.

“Why, my dear master sorcerer, you can’t possibly be implying that I—”

His left arm goes numb. Suddenly, all at once, and he cuts himself off, trying to shake feeling back into it. But it’s not like pins and needles, and as the seconds pass— only a few, surely, but the quick, rabbit-beating of his heart makes it seem otherwise— the sensation spreads, creeping toward his chest.

“Janus?” Logan asks. “Is something wrong?”

He sounds worried, very concerned, and Janus would be flattered, but he’s a bit busy being concerned himself.

“I don’t,” he starts, “I’m not—”

And then, his lungs are set on fire, and the rest of his sentence is lost to a wheezing scream as he doubles over, hands flying up to his chest, the wine glass clattering against the floor, half of it shattering and drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity, but he can’t care about that because he’s trying to force his lungs to inflate, but he’s burning up from the inside out and he can’t—

“Janus!”

There are arms, around him, steadying him. He looks up to meet Logan’s face, painted with fear and blurry, strangely blurry, and he doesn’t think that he’s crying so why is Logan blurry? But he is blurry, and the rest of Janus’ limbs have gone numb, and standing is becoming increasingly difficult, and the fire is there, growing hotter with each moment, and he opens his mouth to say something but all that escapes is a gasp, and then a strangled squeaking sound, as if the sounds are being wrung from him along with the last of his air.

“Shit, shit, shit—”

It’s almost funny, Logan swearing. He’s usually far too collected for that.

His center of gravity tips. Everything spins, and then, he feels himself being lowered to the ground. The floor is cold against his back, soothing, though it doesn’t help much after the momentary relief.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?”

Virgil, now, hovering over him, frantic.

“I don’t know,” Logan says, and he sounds scared, and that’s wrong. Logan is never scared. “I don’t know, poison, I’d imagine, but I don’t know what—”

“Well can you figure it out?”

Roman’s here too.

“I’m trying,” Logan snaps. “If you’ll give me a bit of room—”

The pain rises to a crescendo, like it’s eating his flesh away, and he lets out a whimper. An honest-to-gods whimper, and no. Absolutely not. He has more dignity than this. He has faced worse than this and come out alive, and he trusts Logan to do all that he can. So he breathes, shuddering breaths, breaths that twist and hurt and seem to move in places that they shouldn’t, and he wrests his mind back under control.

“The wine,” he gasps out, and his voice sounds absolutely wrecked. “I saw— the ambassador from Halledrin— he put it in the wine—”

“So you switched them,” Logan says, and scratch fear. This is fury. “How could you possibly have been so stupid?”

“I didn’t drink it!” he cries, and the exclamation is ripped from him, too harsh, and the exertion sends the pain flaring up, the flames licking at his heart, and he chokes on air. “I didn’t— I faked it, I didn’t drink, I don’t know—”

“Well, how the fuck did you get poisoned, then?” Virgil shrieks, and then, Logan fills his field of vision. He’s chanting something in the Old Tongue, and then slapping his hands on his chest, and just like that, the pain fades as magic rushes through him, warm and sparkling and steady and very, very Logan, and his head clears enough to think properly.

“The Halledrinian ambassador?” Roman snarls, and in that moment, he looks exactly like his brother. “I’ll be back.” And then he’s stalking through the crowd, and Janus wishes he didn’t feel so drained; he’d love to watch Roman make the man sweat, but he can barely muster up the energy to raise his head to look at Logan.

“I was going to keep it until I could get it looked at,” he says. His mouth is dry, painfully so. “I faked a sip, for the toast, but I didn’t take one. I didn’t touch it.”

The magic is still buzzing through him, lending him strength. He’ll ride it for what it’s worth.

Gods above and below, this is embarrassing.

“Are you sure it was the wine?” Logan asks. “It couldn’t have been anything else?”

“I wouldn’t think so,” he says. “I’m sorry, I probably should have—”

“Told me?” Logan cuts in. “I should think so. Honestly, why would you think keeping it from me was a good idea?”

The magic is still buzzing through him. It feels more intense now, almost uncomfortable.

“I didn’t want him to think that I knew anything,” he says. “I didn’t want to risk him trying something else.”

Logan shakes his head. “You’re too clever for your own good, do you know that?” he says, and he sounds completely exasperated, but the anger is fading, and Janus is glad of it. He doesn’t regret what he did, just how it turned out, and he never likes it when Logan is annoyed with him, because somehow, Logan has the ability to make him feel like a child, chastised for trying to sneak dessert out of the kitchen.

“I think I’m just clever enough,” he retorts, and then frowns. “Out of curiosity, what spell did you use?”

“A general cleansing incantation,” Logan tells him, “though at twice the power I would usually put into it. I’m just glad the poison wasn’t more specialized. Some toxins are resistant to magic, you know.”

Janus does know, and under any other circumstance, he would be more than willing to listen to Logan going on about the subject for days. But the buzzing of the magic in his system, Logan’s magic, has graduated from relieving to uncomfortable to something approaching pain, and it’s been a long time since he had to be healed with a spell, but he doesn’t think this is right.

He opens his mouth to tell Logan about it, about the way it feels as though there are ants crawling under his skin, but then—

then—

his body—

seizes—

and rational thought flies out the window as his muscles lock and pain tears through him, biting and sharp and ripping and buzzing, and his limbs jerk and this is a seizure, he’s having a seizure, and his head slams against the ground hard and white lights flash across his vision and he can hear shouting, and something soft is shoved underneath his head to soften the impact as it hits against the floor again and again and again and he can’t speak, can’t breath, and there is blood bubbling in the back of his throat, so much that he fears he’ll choke on it, and all the while there is the buzzing, curling in him and forcing his bones from their sockets, it feels like, scrambling his innards, and it feels like there is something inside of him, something eating him, and perhaps he’s eating himself, has turned into the serpent that consumes its own tail—

He doesn’t know.

There are still voices, panicked and loud, and he should know them, too, but he can’t. Not now.

He just knows that it hurts, in waves, each one worst than the last, and it won’t stop. A strangled scream is ripped from his throat, high and thick, forcing its way past the blood that’s gathered in his mouth, and someone is cursing, swearing up a blue streak, and the people around him sound scared, and he thinks that he is too.

Each wave worse than the last. Once he screams once, he can’t stop.

Unconsciousness, when it comes, is a blessing.

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Awareness comes and goes in flashes.

He wakes, his body thrashing, trying to escape. Pain like red hot pokers pressing up against him and into him. He wheezes, and there is someone holding him, trying to restrain him, and he’s too weak to push them away.

“Please,” he tries to say, but the word comes out garbled and mangled beyond all recognition.

“Remus,” the person growls, and it must be Virgil, but he can’t pry his eyes open to see, “knock him out.”

“On it,” says someone else, and there is a hand on his forehead, blessedly cool, and then nothing.

Then, again: his entire body on fire, but lacking the energy to so much as lift a finger. He gasps for breath, each inhalation a struggle, and past the white noise in his ears, he thinks he hears someone speaking. Muttering. Praying? He wrests his eyes open, and his surroundings are a blur, but it is Patton sitting at his bedside. Holding his hand, too, he thinks, but he can’t feel it.

He didn’t even know Patton had returned to the castle.

He tries to say something, anything, but he doesn’t have the air to spend on speech. So he lies there, panting, and finally, Patton looks up, and Janus can’t make out his face but he hears his gasp.

“Oh, gods,” Patton says, and leans in closer. “Jan, can you hear me?”

He can’t respond. Can’t so much as nod.

“You hold on,” Patton says, and he sounds like he’s fighting tears. “You hear me? You don’t die from this. You hang in there, and everything’s gonna be a-okay. You got it?”

It’s a sweet lie, a pretty lie, and Janus can’t begrudge him for it.

Darkness again.

And then:

“—cking be giving up!”

“Of course I’m not giving up!”

Logan’s voice, sharp and angry and lined with despair, and his heart skips a beat. Or perhaps it’s not the sound of his voice that does it at all, but the poison, wrapping around his heart and squeezing. He still hurts, every inch of him, but it’s distant, far away, and it should worry him, he thinks, because that probably means that he’s far past the point of pain that his body can actually handle. But his mind is too fuzzy, everything indistinct.

“I’m not going to give up. I would rather die. But without knowing what the poison was, or better yet, having a sample of it, I’m left to flounder, and attempting to use magic has done more harm than good.”

Gods. He sounds so broken.

“Roman said he was gonna try and get answers out of the shithead.” That’s Remus, uncharacteristically serious. “No luck so far, apparently.” A bang, like a fist against a table. “He should let me at him. I’d rip it right out of him, reach my hand down his throat and pull out his fucking vocal chords—”

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to shut up right the fuck now—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that too much for your delicate sensibilities—”

“Enough, both of you!”

Logan again, desperate and exhausted, and with a labored, stuttering breath, Janus pries his eyes open. A wave of dizziness assaults him, and the light is far too bright, but he holds out, turning his head to the side in a motion that takes more effort than it should.

His vision is swimming, coming in and out of focus. But it’s Virgil, Remus, and Logan, all standing and arguing with each other.

And it hits him, then: Oh. I’m dying.

“The fact remains that we’re all in the dark here. I’m in the dark. Without knowing what the poison was or how he ingested it, I can’t deconstruct it to find a cure. All efforts to use a spell to detect the toxin have failed, and all efforts to use a spell to heal him have only aggravated his condition.” Logan makes a sharp motion; Janus isn’t sure, but he thinks he’s scrubbing his hand down his face. “It makes sense,” he continues, more subdued. “I was the original target. So of course the poison would be undetectable by magic. Of course it would—”

He breaks off, and Virgil reaches out to him.

“This isn’t your fault,” he says lowly. “Janus made his dumb fucking decision himself.”

“He wasn’t trying to get poisoned,” Remus interjects, sharp. “So how about you take your dumb fucking decision and shove it up your—”

His mind is whirling. Something about the description of the poison, the fact that magic cannot be used to combat it, seems familiar, but his mind refuses to dredge up any memory that he might have of a poison that fits those qualities.

He doesn’t know. Or, worse, he might know, but the poison that is killing him is preventing him from coming up with the information that could save him.

But there’s something else. Something just beyond his reach, something that flits from his grasp when he tries to think about it.

“And there was nothing in the wine,” Virgil says. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing that the chemists could find.”

“And I checked it for good measure!” Remus says. “Nadda. Zip. Fucking nothing. So how we got here is beyond me.”

That’s it.

That’s it.

He didn’t drink the wine. It wouldn’t have mattered if the wine was poisoned. He didn’t have any.

But he remembers swallowing. His own saliva, just to make it realistic.

There’s only one place the poison could have been.

He tries to speak. But his throat feels full of razor wire, and the effort is enough to bring the rest of the pain back into focus. What starts out as something that might, possibly, be a word devolves into a high, keening whimper, and he can’t muster up the energy to be embarrassed about it, because gods. His back arches, and his fists clench into the bedsheets as he tries to ride it out, but there is no riding it out, because it just won’t stop.

“Janus!”

Suddenly, they’re all very close.

“Shit, shit, you’re gonna be okay, just give us a second,” Virgil says. “Remus, you—”

“Right—”

And no, because Remus is going to knock him out again, but he can’t, not before he tells them what he just figured out, because if he goes under again he’s scared that he won’t get another chance.

“No,” he gasps, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, and speaking hurts, but— “No, don’t. I need—”

He breaks off with a ragged gasp, his throat refusing to cooperate with him, and he could scream with frustration, really would scream, if his voice was working. But then, Logan is there, his face close to his and his eyes very blue.

“What do you need, Janus?” he asks, his voice low and urgent, and Janus gathers his breath, and try again.

“Test the rim,” he says. “It wasn’t— wasn’t in the wine, and it wasn’t a spell. But I—” His words strangle themselves, but he can see the light dawning in Logan’s eyes.

“You put your lips to the rim of the glass,” he finished. “It was on the—” He turns to Virgil, the motion whipcord sharp. “Virgil, go find the glass and have it sent to my— no, actually, bring it here. Time is of the essence.”

Virgil is off like a shot almost before Logan is finished speaking.

“And Remus,” he continues, “I’ll need—”

“You’ve got it, specs,” Remus says. “Whatever support I can give.”

Logan nods, and meets Janus’ eyes again. At least, he thinks he does. His vision is growing dark, shadows curling around the edges like fire-blackened paper, eating away everything he can see. The pain is distant again, and even his own heartbeat seems to be slowing. Logan’s voice sounds as if it’s coming to him through deep water.

“You can rest now, Janus,” he says. “You’ve done well. I’m going to cure you, I swear. This will all be over soon.”

One way or another, he agrees, but doesn’t say it out loud. Even if he could, he thinks it would upset Logan to say something like that. Would upset him to remind him of the very real possibility that this will not end well, that it is already too late. Because his vision is blackening and his heartbeat is slowing, and everything feels so very, very far away, and he doesn’t want to die but he might not have a choice in the matter.

Logan’s face is still hovering above his, and he thinks that if this is the last sight he will ever have, it’s the best one he could have asked for.

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He wakes to a pressure against his side and a bone-deep exhaustion, and he takes a moment to simply breathe, staring at the ceiling and reveling in the ease of it. He is so very tired, but his lungs inflate and deflate without pain, without anything catching and setting him to coughing, without having to fight his own body to get the air he needs.

Then, he turns his head.

Logan is asleep on a chair next to his bed, slumped forward so that his head is resting against his side, effectively trapping one arm. He is pale and drawn, his brows furrowed and hair sticking out in all directions, as if he’s been running his fingers through it repeatedly. His glasses are still on his face, terribly askew, and on instinct, Janus reaches across his body, trying to correct them, perhaps, or to take them off entirely. But at the movement, slight though it is, Logan startles awake, eyes blinking wide open, lips parted as if to call out.

Then, his eyes meet Janus’.

“You’re awake,” he breathes, and it sounds uncomfortably like a revelation, like the answer to every prayer Logan has ever offered— and Logan isn’t religious, Janus knows, has never seen much point in worshiping distant gods. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he offers, wincing at the sandpaper-quality of his own voice. It’s the truth, though; he feels drained, mentally and physically, and he aches terribly, but the pain is nothing compared to what it was. “I assume you figured it out.”

Logan pushes his glasses back into position on his face, a little more aggressively than the motion should require. “Barely,” he says. “If you had consumed any more than you did, or if I had been even ten minutes slower, you would have died.”

He hums. “I certainly felt like it,” he murmurs, glancing away. “Thank you for saving me.”

For once, he means exactly what he says, but Logan’s expression darkens. “I shouldn’t have had to,” he says, sharp. “That poison—” He breaks off, sucking in a breath, looking away. He vigorously jabs at his glasses, pushing them even farther up his nose. “That poison was meant to target magic in a person’s system, and because you don’t have magic inherently, it turned to attacking your internal organs instead. Every attempt to heal you only fueled its effects. Do you know how I—”

He breaks off again, but Janus is stuck on something else, is stuck on targeting magic, and he has always been good at reading between the lines, so he knows exactly what Logan isn’t saying. Logan lives off magic, breathes it, practically is magic in every sense of the word. Had Logan taken a poison that destroyed magic, it would have destroyed him.

The Halledrinian ambassador chose his toxin well.

“In that case,” he says, “I suppose that this turned out as well as it could have. Obviously, getting poisoned myself was far from ideal, but better me than you, in this scenario.”

He knows immediately that this is the wrong thing to say; usually, he would have realized that before the words left his mouth at all, but his mind is still sluggish, his mouth looser. Logan’s face twists, becomes something thunderous and angry, and the warm candlelight that fills the room— his room, he notices, though he’s fairly certain he was in Remus’ infirmary before— flickers and dances as the air stirs, a slight wind buffeting the bedsheets.

“I think you might have missed the part where I said that you almost died,” Logan says, and his voice is steady, but his hands are not, trembling where they have balled into fists on his lap.

He blinks, at a loss. Were he in better form, he would know what to say here, how to soothe Logan’s worry and wash the past few— well. He has no idea how long it’s been. But he would be able to turn it all around, put the event behind them, if the words would only come, but they don’t, so here he lies, feeling powerless and a bit stupid.

“I didn’t,” he points out, and knows that the rebuttal is weak, that this won’t help. “Clearly.”

“The point is that you could have!”

It’s a shout, and Logan pauses, seemingly surprised at his own volume. He deflates, then, his shoulders slumping, all the fight flowing from him like water from a sieve. He hunches in on himself just slightly, his expression fading from fury to something much more tired, much more worn.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Janus can only watch as he scrubs at his eyes, almost viciously, and then stares at his hands. “I just— you nearly died. From poison that was meant for me.”

He sounds wrecked, as if that is the worst possibility he could imagine, and— oh.

“I would have died,” Logan murmurs. “It would have decimated my magic before I could do a thing about it, and me along with it.” He looks up, and his eyes are shining with unshed tears, and Janus wants nothing more than to wipe them away. He would try, he thinks, if he felt as though he could move enough to do so, if he thought Logan would allow him the liberty. “But instead of me, it was you. And I had to watch as you died in my place. If you hadn’t been able to communicate how you’d ingested it, I would have been helpless. I would have—” He breaks off suddenly, closing his eyes. “I would have lost you.”

Oh.

He wrenches himself into a sitting position, ignoring the way his muscles scream in protest, ignoring Logan’s startled exclamation. He pushes himself up, reaches out, and snags Logan’s hands in one of his. Too late, he realizes that somewhere along the line, he was divested of his gloves, and his bare skin makes contact with Logan’s. It’s like a bolt of lightning shooting up his arm, and he struggles not to show his shock on his face; he is no stranger to touch, but not like this, never like this, with his bare hand. And from the way Logan is staring, from the way Logan’s lips have parted, just slightly, he knows it too.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, as fierce, as vehement as he can manage. “And call me selfish, but I am infinitely glad that I didn’t have to lose you.”

He meets Logan’s eyes. As difficult as this level of honesty, this level of vulnerability is for him, it needs to be said. He needs Logan to know, needs him to understand, needs him to realize that he cannot possibly regret this, if the alternative was watching Logan choke on his own blood.

Logan makes a sound, soft and wounded, and turns his hand so that he’s grasping at Janus’ just as tightly as Janus is grasping him. And then, he leans in close, bumping their foreheads together and then staying there, and Janus doesn’t dare to move. He can feel Logan’s breath on his skin, ghosting across his lips; an inch or two closer, and they would be kissing.

With one hand, Logan continues to hold his. The other curls around the back of his neck, keeping him in place.

“Never,” Logan says, “do that to me again.”

“I assure you,” he replies, “I don’t plan on it.”

For a moment they stay like that, foreheads touching, breathing together, and Janus’ eyes slip closed. Like this, he can almost forget that anything happened, can forget the pain, can forget how weak he feels. He’s here, and Logan’s here, and nothing else matters.

And then, the door slams open. He jerks back, startled, and Logan’s hand slips away from his neck.

Remus is standing there, gaping.

“Holy shit,” he says. “You’re awake.” He turns to call to someone down the hall— “He’s awake!—” and then, he’s rushing into the room, and Janus doesn’t have any time to prepare before he’s jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around him like a particularly clingy octopus, and he’s chanting a litany of words under his breath, things like, “You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay holy shit,” and other words that he can’t quite make out, and the hug is a bit too tight to be comfortable, but he accepts it anyway. He’s still holding one of Logan’s hands, and he is loathe to let go, but he wraps his free arm around Remus’ back.

“Everyone’s been very worried about you,” Logan says quietly. “Patton returned from the coast in the middle of it all, and he was quite distraught. And that’s not to mention how… irate Roman has been, and Virgil—”

“Speak for yourself,” Virgil says, leaning in the doorway. He crosses his arms, but the relief on his face is poorly disguised, and he must have truly been in a bad way if Virgil was that concerned. “Roman and Patton are on their way up, I think. They were talking to the asshole. The ambassador,” he adds when Janus tilts his head in a silent question. “Piece of shit admitted to everything. He’s not even the real ambassador; he killed the real one and took his clothes, tried to go after Logan to spark war between us and Halledrin.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Remus says. “Roman said I could, if I wanted to. He was real mad so I dunno if he meant it, but he said it, so it counts. I’m gonna stick a knife in his guts and pull out his intestines and feed them to him and—”

“That’s more than enough, I think,” Logan interjects, and Janus is glad of it. He’s used to Remus’ gory tangents, can deal with them well, normally, but he’s exhausted, and he thinks that consciousness will slip away from him any moment now. He can feel his eyelids beginning to droop, his body leaning against Remus’ more and more, and he highly doubts that he will make it to see Roman and Patton.

But that’s alright. He’ll wake up again and see them then. For now, he has Virgil here, and Remus, and he is still holding Logan’s hand, and he is tired and he aches, but he’s alright.

He meets Logan’s eyes, squeezes his hand, and smiles. And Logan smiles back.

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[flesh-of-a-hare]

Welcome to the flesh pit!

Hello! You’ve, unfortunately, stumbled upon my angst blog! If you recognize my art, hello friend and/or fellow simp! Please don’t tell anyone how I live

This is just a side blog for all the angry, anxious, upset art-vomit that I occasionally need to purge out of my system. Most of it will be of my sona/self insert, sometimes featuring ocs, sometimes featuring canon characters from weird fandoms bc I’m just cringy like that!

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR:

Implications of mental illness, including, but not limited to: anxiety, depression, mood disorders, PTSD, guilt complex, self hatred, anger management issues, and self image issues

Violence, blood, and self mutilation

Death and dead bodies, of people and animals

Art and/or writing meant to be cathartic

If you identify with ANY OF THE ART/WRITINGS PRESENTED, please talk to someone you know and trust and seek psychiatric help. The things you feel, while valid, should never become a part of who you are and there are things that can be done to help you. These feelings and patterns of thought cannot and never will help you. You can be happy. You are allowed to be happy. You are allowed to heal. You are loved, and you are worth loving. I am not kidding. I am not just saying that. I love you and I want you to be happy.

Other things to know:

Yes, I do have a doctor, and yes, I am getting help. This is my equivalent of screaming into a pillow or burning letters. It helps me process my feelings and get them out of my system. If you’re bothered by this or annoyed by the never ending pity party being thrown here, that’s fair, I get you completely

You can call me Rot, Rabbit, or Bones. Most of the time, the characters presented in my art will refer to my sona as ‘rabbit.’

Why a rabbit? I don’t know, really. I like rabbits, and I used to own rabbits, and my family and friends have associated me with rabbits for a long time. Plus they’re fun to draw

Who are those characters? The one with the head of a hare is Vanilla. He isn’t meant to represent anyone in particular, but always presents the unfortunate truth. The one with spiral eyes and jagged teeth is Mischief, an old comfort character. (Will add to this list as characters become relevant)

Why make a blog for this? I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because I’m fucked up or seeking validation or struggling to connect with people or maybe I’m just so starved for attention and acknowledgement of my (honestly obnoxious and tedious) pains and woes, BUT I also hate to post this on my main and annoy or worry my friends and followers so this was a close to a compromise as I could get.

Shouldn’t you not do this? It can’t be helping you/It’s super cringe and I’m getting secondhand embarrassment. Sorry fam lmao if it helps at all I hate this shit more than you do

You’re obnoxious. You bet your ass I am. And for that I apologize skdgdjd

ANYWAY all that being said, have a good day and take care of yourself or I’ll be sad!

[graveyardrabbit]

Okay, SO for the battle summons ask game, I have three different ideas that could all exist simultaneously:

-When you're summoned, you appear in full Black Rabbit of Inlé regalia (whatever you think looks coolest, in my head I'm seeing at least a very sick mask, but you could also throw in cloaks, robes, huge metal (or regular!) Wolverine claws, all sorts of things!) and yourself summon ghost rabbits (or hares, because hares are kinda terrifying) that track and attack nearby enemies for a set time.

-Alternate summon (I do not really have an idea for an outfit), or summon attack is being summoned and conjuring bones for a one-off high damage targeted attack - think summoning large rib bones that then crush in on the target, or large spinal column that deals crushing damage and immobilizes the target briefly - hell, one attack could just be you headbashing while wearing a massive monstrous skull - the possibilities are endless!

-Third idea is a rare summon event where it looks like you've just been pulled in the middle of work - you're wearing your morticianry gear and look up, maybe swear for a second - and then it's all improvised attacks with your equipment. Maybe things like lobbing bottles of embalming fluid for poison damage, throwing scalpels. (You know how you can use your job to improvise weapons a lot more than I do!) I think a particularly funny one would just be a straight up tableflip with a decedent-bearing table onto the enemy/boss for some crushing damage. Or hell, maybe you can do some necromancy to make your decedent an active part of a summon like this. Or you can go full Mortal Combat Flesh Avatar and just magically (or nonmagically and simply with a lot of force) pull the organs of the enemies out. Sky's the limit!

-Or you could just turn into a Knife Tornado. I think Knife Tornado is a fun idea too.

all of these are all So Goddamn Cool (I really wish I could draw at all because I would love to draw the Black Rabbit of Inlé battle form, that sounds cool as fuck), but like listen, listen. I've been thinking all day about how the "being summoned in the middle of work" option would be the absolute funniest summoning outcome possible. that's the version you summon when you just want to have someone who's full of rage from being interrupted when they're in the Embalming Zone and just point them in your opponents direction. professional ethics would prevent me from necromancing a decedent into being part of the attack, but I will revoke your opponent's Organ/Bone/Teeth/etc. Privileges. also! as far as improvising weapons, I'd also add surgical scissors, waxed suture thread garrotes, and good ol' aspirating trocars as some more possibilities. (I want to make a joke about how, because I always have music playing when I'm working in the prep room, this summon form is the only one that comes with its own soundtrack, but brain will not allow me to words currently)

those are all so fun! thanks!

[inkyvendingmachine]

On your patron, you had the four boys (Joey, Sammy, Henry and Jack) going to an alice and wonderland themed party, and I loved your Joey design as the mad hatter. What do Sammy (as the march hare), Henry (as the dormouse), and Jack (white rabbit) look like in their outfits?

So obviously, by now, some art has been released for most of these things. But I got this ask a while back when I first posted my Joey masq costume on Patreon. Here's why I didn't answer it at the time:

My patreon is specifically a sketchbook blog for the sake of it being the one place I try to keep up to date with uploading art. The more busy I've gotten with work over the years makes less time for writing things and filling out requests or answering questions like these. So my compermise for now and pretty much the one (1) solid, guaranteed benefit you get from my Patreon is that you get access to stuff early, until my brain swings around to finally having energy to do public posts where I say more than 'its Joey's mad hatter costume'.

Basically, if you ever send me an ask about stuff on my Patreon that isn't posted publicly yet, it won't be answered.

But also here's a shameless self promo if anyone wants to see stuff early I guess?? Rn it's going very slow though because I have A LOT OF WORK and not much time for fun drawings.