#deer's rambles

[deers-doodles]

Small doodle dump :D

Trying to come up with a better mura design and heres what I got so far. I've been wanting to make the characters I draw more animal like if that makes sense??

[fawnydoe]

this is such a non-issue but truly no greater tragedy than seeing a piece of media furryfied and they've made your special guy the wrong animal. like that animal does NOT align with the themes in my little guy's story, do it again.

[gorgynei]

ive fought too hard protecting myself to give up now 👍

[notherpuppet]

Hiii I've been a fan of your comics of radioapple and i don't know if someone already asked you this but i noticed that there's scene where Adam mentioned that he recognise Alastor from Al's radio show, and in another scene where Al said that he needed his job as a nanny to Charlie. What I'm asking is why would Alastor need his job as a nanny when he's already had a job as a radio host? Is it like something happened to his job?

I think I mentioned this but a million years ago. (Granted I'm pretty reckless with how I treat the AU stories lol. This could possibly have just been all in my head this whole time.) Alastor was a radio host in the city they're all living in now. They live in Downtown 🌆 and in a district that Lucifer used to represent in City Council. Lucifer lost his position in government after he invited dangerous criminals into the city. Uptown 🏙️ blames him for the dangers of the city. The City is really divided between Uptown and Downtown, with Uptown basically being an entire gated community. Lucifer was instrumental as an architect for the Downtown area, but he is disgraced as a former politician. The criminal underworld of Downtown still respect his status (he's connected to old money and very powerful people in the City), however the dynamics have really changed ever since his wife left him 7 years ago. Despite Lucifer's old money connections, it's not easy to ask his family for financial help, so he continues to work as an architect to support his daughter. Back to Alastor; for some reason, Alastor fled Downtown 7 years ago at the height of his radio host career. When he came back to town, his radio job was no longer a viable option (everyone's watching TV now ugh) So he needed a job where he could lay low, indulge in his other favorite hobby🩸, and that's how he became the nanny!

[ariesalpinesavi]

I might clean this up in the future, but for now, here’s my PSA

[canisalbus]

hello! i've written a short little machete fic, and i wanted to share it with you as thanks for all the incredible art and generous question-answering you've been doing these last few months. i hope that if you give it a look, you enjoy it. <3 keep up all your amazing work! archiveofourown [.] org / works / 50945128

✦ A Voi ✦

[kalpeavaris]

Would it hurt Alice if she was held up by her antlers?

Yeah, her antlers are organic and do grow from her body due to the Solver Infection - so any damage done on them or if they get yanked around/have a lot of weight put onto them they'll hurt and even break off.

[the-owl-tree]

how can you be mad at this guy, he makes dad jokes

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I CHOKED ON MY DRINK

NEW MINECRAFT BIOME LETS GOOOOOOOOO CHERRY BLOSSOM BIOME BABY

[ahalliance]

rapid fire french rayou strikes again (transcript below the cut)

[Video transcript:

[ENG] Etoiles: I— I’m speedrunning it [Mario Party], but it’s like—

[FR] Etoiles: The next person to bust my balls by saying, ‘he’s going to miss the Ascension [French competitive event happening this Saturday 28/10]’ even though my plane is at six PM, you bunch of morons, it’s not because ZeratoR [Ascension event organiser] said once that I’d miss my plane that I will miss my plane, because what you guys don’t understand is that a plane doesn’t get missed if you arrive three hours in advance, and the last time I missed the plane was because my corresponding flight was one hour and a half [late]!

[ENG] Etoiles: I was just saying to my chat that I love them :)

Tina: Awhhh

Foolish: See, once again I have a feeling maybe that wasn’t—

End Video Transcript.]

[sorbriquette]

Playing fire emblem 3 houses again.

Completely OBSSESSED with the black eagles again.

Truly the most discordant group of eccentric little weirdos to ever become found family.

Edelgard is out here tryna be normal but she cant help but drop ominous foreshadowing and insane questions.

Hubert is slinking around all sinister and trying to make everyone behave with threats and insults.

Ferdinand is also trying to make everyone behave but with long lectures on nobility. Which should make him and Hubert team up but no they're 20 second from killing each other because Ferdinand is in the worlds most intense one-sided rivalry with Edelgard.

Linhardt, a 'problem child' just wants to take naps, read books and have unmedicated ADHD. He's a rude lil shit who will just drop a 'goodbye' to end of conversation.

Caspar is somehow BFFs with Linhardt but all they do is bicker and have the 'my dad could beat up your dad' arguement. And Caspar just want to fight everything 90% of his supports are people saying 'Caspar, NO!" while he screams "CASPAR YES!"

Dorothea is doing her darnedest to flirt with everyone she meets (except Ferdie who she openly hates) like a true gold-digging bisexual disaster. And she keeps breaking into song.

Bernadetta is Bernadetta. Switches between running in fear and begging for mercy because she thinks everyone is trying to kill her. Wont come out of her room to the point where Caspar picks her up (not cool) and runs her out to see the gdamn sun for once in her life.

Petra is the only one who can be normal for more than 5 minutes and she's the youngest at FIFTEEN.

In conclusion they are terrible and no one can do it better worse.

None of the other houses come close

[deers-doodles]

Yknow I've been wondering smth recently. Does anyone else like, ship their lamb with kallamar at all?? Because I remember asking in a server who I could ship my lamb with for more oc x canon stuff for me to make and someone said I could ship them kallamar. And ever since then I've been curious to know if anyone else ships their lamb with kally. 🤔

To be completely honest I don't think I've ever seen anyone else ship their lamb with kally- like I've seen the obvious narilamb everywhere, some occasional lamb x leshy and lamb x heket, and maybe even once a bit of lamb x shamura. But I don't think I've ever seen anyone do it with kally. I'm sure there's a tag full of the stuff but most of the time I either don't think about looking it up or I just straight up forget about it- yknow what imma finally look into this. Cause if I don't do now right after I'm done typing this I don't think I'll ever remember to check 💔😔

[mintaikk]

Every time I look at this kid, I get a very strong urge to punch Miguel

[alice-after-dark]

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

My brain got away from me and this is a thing now.

Wrote this instead of working on my wip oops sorry

Alastor stumbles across a very peculiar scene one day - another deer demon, currently pressed into the ground by a foot on his back and cornered gang of loan sharks in a side alley. He's freshly fallen, he reeks of it. He also smells of something else, like...ozone and something burning. One of the sharks holds a black chain that wraps around the new Sinner's neck.

Ah, it appears the freshling has already gotten himself wrapped up in an unfortunate deal and he seems none too please with it. The blue deer is snarling, baring sharp teeth and glaring up at his captors. And Alastor sees it. They are small, hardly anything, but the Sinner is sparking, blue bursts rippling over his frame as he struggles.

The sharks are too busy talking about what to do with their new prize to notice. They ponder selling him to a butcher ("I hear venison fetches a pretty penny these days") or perhaps the current Overlord of the sex industry, a lecherous bull with a notorious taste for freshlings.

No, Alastor decides for them that neither of these options will do. He will not leave such raw, untapped potential in the clutches of these buffoons. He approaches.

The idiots are thankfully not foolish enough to attempt to deny him what he wants (and oh but greedy things are so easy to manipulate) and soon enough he is leaving with the strange Sinner in tow, a now brightly glowing green chain secured around his throat. He has said nothing thus far, only clutching at the chain like a petulant child and glaring at Alastor's back as they walk to the Radio Demon's townhouse on the edge of the district, just bordering Cannibal Town.

Setting his new acquisition on the couch with a firm order to "stay," Alastor sets towards the kitchen.

"Coffee or tea, my dear?"

The question startles the blue deer and Alastor finally gets to hear his lovely voice. "What?"

Alastor hums. "It really is a simple question, darling. I hardly think it warrants repeating."

The freshling fidgets in his seat before finally requesting a coffee.

Alastor watches him while he prepares their drinks. He is a lovely thing, if not a little odd. Where his antlers should be are instead antenna. He's a little on the scrawny side and likely hasn't eaten much since the Fall. He is wearing a tattered suit that sits a little too large on him and he could definitely use a proper bath. The Radio Demon considers that he's probably been on the streets since his arrival in Hell. His bravado has started to fade now, replaced with uneasiness and a hyperawareness particularly reminiscent of the prey animal they both embody.

The red deer returns to the living room with their drinks and doesn't miss the slight scrunch of the Sinner's nose when he takes his first sip. "Is it not to your liking?"

The Sinner tenses and starts to mumble excuses until Alastor's seizes him by his jaw and forces their eyes to meet.

"Do not lie to me."

Blue ears flatten against the freshling's hair. "I...it's fine...I just usually use cream and sugar, that's all. It's totally fine."

Alastor scoffed. "Why didn't you say so?" He waves his hand and summons a tray with a small pitcher of cream, a sugar bowl, and a plate of biscuits for good measure. He really was much too thin. Typically he would have preferred to have made them himself, but he hadn't been expecting company. "There, help yourself."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" the blue deer challenges. "No one has been this nice to me since I got here, so why?"

Alastor considered for a moment. "Well, I suppose you haven't given me a reason to be cruel to you yet. Would you like to?"

"No!" the freshling said quickly. "No, I..."

"Then there's nothing to be concerned over. Now eat, darling. It may not kill you, but I can assure you starvation is not a pleasant experience." Of course, he wasn't speaking from personal experience, but he'd witnessed it enough to make the assumption.

The Sinner doesn't respond, only nods and takes a biscuit from the tray. His movements are slow and cautious as he adds the cream and sugar to his coffee and he hunches inward, as though trying to make himself small. Alastor leaves it for now and sips his tea. He can feel it even from his perch on the other side of the couch, the power thrumming under the Sinner's skin. He wants to taste it, but no. That will come later. First he must get this man to trust him, rely on him, then he will make his move.

Once their cups are empty and the blue deer has eaten (though not without an absurd amount of prompting) an adequate amount of biscuits for Alastor to be temporarily satisfied (they will work on this, certainly), the Radio Demon brings him upstairs to the room that has been forming and arranging itself all this time. It is elegant and warm, doused in rich dark reds and mahogany. The signal he has been steadily pumping out is already having its intended effect. The freshling follows him sluggishly into the room, eyes lidded and unfocused. It takes nothing at all to guide him to the bed.

Alastor banishes the ruined items that passed for clothing without a second though, replacing them with a soft nightgown. Much better. It compliments the Sinner so much more than that ugly suit. The Sinner doesn't even seem to notice, too far gone to focus.

When Alastor has settled him under the covers, he sets the record player to a soft melody and leaves. Passing his hand over the door, he hears the lock click as several arcane runes glow bright across the wooden surface. An extra precaution. He hums the tune drifting from the room as he heads towards his study.

What a fun new pet he has found.

[kalpeavaris]

Can we have more md deer au pls 🥺

i gotchu fam

[the-owl-tree]

could you imagine if acorn fur, the first cat moth flight imposes her shitty law on, came out during the trial and defended leafpool