#ehehehehe art again

[thistleswan]

Crossing paths… In what must’ve been a lifetime ago…

[explodingstarlight]

a typical thursday

[+ a lil bonus below ✨]

i couldn't be at peace until I drew it sorry-

Xor belongs to @snailsnaps and Nova belongs to me (obvi ajsjsj)

[banesberry-anomoly]

Falling through reality

Alts under cut

[skydreamplayzz]

Another ref bc i got Ideas for Ocs :'D ( well. One.)

He's not too special but yeaaaa. ( for some reason, He was a pain in the a-- to draw. 🧍‍♂️)

(he's inspired by my boi Connor 👺)

[dragonchomperz]

Bro who keeps feeding the plants 🙄

[chiaraislily]

I BOUGHT A NEW TABLET YALL!!

Also made myself a new icon since I've had short hair for two years now (I drew all this and then had to crop it right away cause it would not have been clear in icon size, good planning on my part)

[lem-argentum]

I AM. AN ARTISTIC MASTERMIND 💛

[thinks of a slightly cool progression of animatic frames] i’m literalgy an artistic mastermind

[typhra]

art trade doodle page for @petrifiedperi-au LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The au is sooooo fun and has so much thought put into it!! Alas I must meme first and foremost<3 AND TY AGAIN FOR *POINTS* MY PFP EHEHEHEH

[kabutoden]

more art of fikkits dad :) they appeared with the rest of the lusus in a post from a little while ago, but here they are with 6 sweep fikkit!! their hive is a huge clock, and their dad is responsible for the movement of the artificial sun and moons of the nursery cavern. He's a very intelligent lusus capable of talking, a lot like equius's lusus. he's a very doting parent, which annoys fikkit a billion. Some of the adult troll teachers think he's quite handsome (which fikkit thinks is GROSS.)

manticoredad gets very attached to the trolls he raises, and hates that he only gets to spend a short 6 sweeps with them before they ascend to the institute. he likes to point out that on alternia, a troll gets to spend their entire life with a lusus, it's not normal to be separated first at 6 sweeps with brief visitation days, and then again when their charges age out of the institute and are sent to the other planet. in Gold Rule society, the verbal lusus have rights, but it's... complicated. Furthermore, to be able to visit his planetside children with his responsibilities, he'd have to raise another manticore to specifically take over his job and the thought of leaving family in his lonely situation terrifies him. he chose to open up his heart to adopt fikkit due to her specific sign and scorpion morph.

fikkit loves their dad a lot, but they're reluctant to show it because he can get sappy and touchy-feely. visiting him is very hard, as he's a day's travel from the nursery layer entrance for school-aged trolls, cutting into the already brief visiting time they have. The machine running the skybox takes daily maintenance so her dad can't make the travel instead to wait to see her. After leaving for school, they missed him a lot but refuse to show anyone how homesick they feel. They haven't visited at all in long time, because they're worried it'll make the longing worse. :(

pic of them again in case u forgot what they look like eheheheh

[justydrawz]

SADIEEEEUAJWMAIS GUYS I'M SO COLORFUL EHEHEH3HEHEHEHEJKSOSWN92 [go watch the celestial idiots 😘]

[More yapping under the cut]

GUYS I LOVE USING SILLY COLORS but I can't tell if people love or hate them 😭 so I kinda keep em to myself most of the time 🤫 BUTTT I'M THINKING ABOUT EMBRACING THE COLORS 😘😘😘 it used to be my thing but then I stopped and now I want it to be my thing again yk?

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I REALLY WANT TO START COMS!! Buttttt I'm not sure if I'm ready too 😔 [and I have no idea if people want to buy my art sobs] BUTTTTT I'd I do star COMS I will DEFINITELY share!

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ALSO CELESTIAL IDIOTS ARGSGSGSHSJSJSKEKKS I love ci em Color is my favorite sm <3 [even if they scare me] I WANT TO DRAW THEM MORRREEEEEE!!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 eheheheh ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[sweeteastart]

Oh my !! I've been perceived indeed !!

I'm so glad you saw a bit of Flame in my art ! With lenn, we talked about those two fics and the young Lege concept for quite literally hours. You could say you are one of the reasons I draw this to begin with !!

Hearing about people looking and enjoying my art is always an out of body experience ahah thank you so much !! I hope you appreciated all the little references to Lege's game and the manga, it was a blast to do :)

Also, I can't wait for you to read the story for Lenn's version of young Lege, Apple !! I may or may not be the main force behind them posting it-- TO BE FAIR, I'm really invested in this little guy since I heard about the concept :D As one of Lennsart's beta readers and biggest Apple lover, I can't wait for it to be out eheh

The pipeline from sweet apple to sour lemon?

HEHEHEHEHE Anon I am very happy that you asked about it ! Congratulations, you chose the wip that I am currently working on :D

Full disclosure, the idea for this wip was inspired by two one-shots that I obsessed over around the same time :

Hiding behind plaster and ceramics, by @occasionallyprosie

And there are ten, by @staring-at-a-blank-pagee

I'm a little bit terrified by tagging the authors since I haven't asked for permission to post work inspired by what they did yet, but I don't want to do anything in their back jnezjnejnez so :

Hi ! If you see that, you both have had wonderful ideas that inspired me to write something that is becoming a massive project of mine ! I am talking about it because I got asked about my wips, but if you're not okay with me posting the actual fic, I'd be fine keeping it to myself :)

In both these fics, Legend, Twilight and Wind know each other from the adventure they shared during Triforce heroes, except when they're brought together for Linked Universe, Twilight and Wind don't recognize Legend. He changed too much, he lost too many people and is now unrecognizable from the kid that he was during Triforce heroes.

In And there are ten, though, there's a twist : A tenth hero arrives, and... It's this younger version of Legend, that Wind and Twilight of course recognize this time !

Basically, this wip takes the scenario from And there are ten, but with the background story from Hiding behind Plaster and Ceramics : no one stayed in Legend's life and he is traumatized by partings, so he decides to be cold and rude with the others in order not to get attached and not suffer when they inevitably have to separate.

Except, after a few weeks of travelling, a new portal appear, and Apple, a younger version of himself, comes out of it... And obviously, this time, Twilight and Wind recognizes him, and everyone is protective of him since he's the youngest one here, and though Legend decided himself that he'd be mean on purpose so that no one cares about him, the comparison between how they act towards Apple and towards him makes him very bitter.

You can guess, with how I talked about liking to write about healing and stuff, that it's going to get worse before it gets better.

This was supposed to be a little something that I wrote for myself, just because I craved more for these ideas, and then I talked about it to @sweeteastart, and... They were so invested ? Like full-on asking me questions and if they could read it and stuff, and I just realized, yeah, it's starting to become a good story, I should try to flesh it out !

It's also the wip that inspired this beautiful art of hers :

Oh, and it's also their fault that this wip has this title lmao, they kept calling Legend sour, and mixed with Apple's nickname... You get it !

Anyway, it is my current brainrot, and I had to consciously stop myself from writing on this wip in order to finish A cave like a net first 🤣

[shiyorin]

#Konrad will kill me when he sees this, but who cares :v

#A little NSFW, I think that. Konrad x Reader

#Get inspired by this adorable art

#Ehehehehe

"I require a fresh genetic sample, Lord Primarch. Place your tongue here upon this pad, if you would be so kind." 

Konrad scoffed at this bureaucratic tedium but complied. He took the offered slate between clawed gauntlets, fixing it with a stare. Then slowly, deliberately, he extended a long, serpentine tongue to swipe its gleaming surface. Again and again he lapped at the metal, swiping his tongue in broad strokes across the datapad with practiced nonchalance. His saliva activated sequenced markers, uploading a torrent of genetic code for later perusal. 

You cleared your throat, unsettled by this change. "That will suffice, my lord. If you please, the data-pad." 

Konrad paused, running his tongue along razor-sharp fangs in a manner almost...teasing? He held out the slate, close enough that you had to lean nearer still to reclaim it.

You extended your hand, expecting prompt compliance. What you received instead was another long, slow lick across fingers and palm, Konrad's eyes never leaving your own. A frisson ran through your body, wholly inappropriate given the circumstances.

"Another sample, is it? Very well." And with that, he drew your palm between his lips to suckle deeply, darting looks up at you through dark lashes all the while. Slow tongue darting out to trace whorls and lines with lingering thoroughness

"My lord..." You said at last, tugging your hand gently free, or attempting to. Konrad held fast, laving attention now to each fingertip, nipping lightly at their sensitive tips. His ministrations, while thorough, held an indolent quality, as if he savored drawing out your discomfort.

"I believe that fulfills your... request," he purred, rising in one fluid motion and taking his leave without another word. You sat trembling, data pad forgotten, torn between confused and something far more illicit. 

Bonus:

You: Sharing saliva spreads over 100 pathogens, my lord. Did you know the average mouth houses streptococcus, e. coli, staph and more? Not to mention what lurks under those claw-like nails.

Konrad: I don't care and I will do it again.

[eggscargot]

Hello! Sorry if you already made a post explaining his backstory, but based off your last art was Gull not always deaf? How did he lose his hearing? Also how long have he and Stan known each other I’m craving lore 👀

EHEHEHEHE i have not! (though i did talk about the whole thing in stream once oops- if you were there for that, please don't spoil for everyone else!) im trying my best to sorta slowly reveal his lore in comics and drawings so unfortunately you all have had to deal with the slowburn alongside me- But I can answer this- Gull was not always deaf! He has spent the last several decades deaf, having lost his hearing sometime in his 30s-ish (I really need to sit down and figure out the timeline here, but GF's timeline is already so wonky i haven't really worried too much about it ha!) He met Stan in his late 20s-early 30s, spent time with each other for a good chunk of time before losing contact for for a decade or so. They reunite again by pure luck during GF present time (When they're 50-60)! There's some little tidbit's I've sprinkled in his ref sheets I'm gonna point out, but I'll put them under the cut in case anyone would like to piece it together themselves! Thank you so much for your interest it really does mean a lot that someone out there cares about this dork as much as I do <3

I'll link his ref sheets!

https://www.tumblr.com/eggscargot/766248389250842624/its-gull-time-been-working-on-a-proper-ref-and?source=share

OKAY SO his ref sheets allude to him having had been in "the accident" on the note about his scars. It was during then that he was majorly injured and lost his hearing! There's also a little cheeky note there as well, something about totally not being a getaway driver- he's a vehicle enthusiast haha Specifically, a helicopter is drawn besides it, and a boat in the BG- Less direct, but I've intentionally made every single one of his outfits have some kind of medical ID on him. Gull seems to be very intent on making sure anyone knows who he is in the event that he can't be identified. As if a visual identification is just not enough. Why wouldn't anyone be able to identify him by knowing him? This also is a habit Gull has acquired before reuniting with Stanley. Gull is also listed as a globetrotter. He loves to hike and travel! More so, he is uncomfortable being in one place for a long period of time. I will make this clear though, it is not because he's in any major kind of trouble during preset day! He is able to travel freely. c: In my last drawing, I've also mentioned that Stan and Gull are on a stakeout. I'm not actually sure if this is the correct term, this is not a like police stakeout. More like a gathering of intel! I also very much intend their relationship so far to be dancing along the edges of something more. Something is holding Gull back- Stanley is just a little dense HA Lastly, I THINK I've done this, but the way Stan and Gull address each other is important. Lee is not Stan's full name, and Gull is certainly not generally used as a birthname. c: Hope you got a kick outta this! I'm sure I've said too much haha I'm just excited to share.

[wereh0gz]

Sending this ask mainly just to encourage you to share if you perhaps happen upon more thoughts of this new au of yours 👀 [imagine grabby hands] ? (Not forced ofc)

Ehehehehe :)

Ok so. Like I said in the tags of my prev post, the main sort of plot for this au starts with sonic losing to dark gaia, which basically causes the apocalypse and kills most people on the planet, including (presumably) sonic's friends

Sonic is saved by chip using the last bit of his energy- not to seal dark gaia and himself away like he was supposed to- but to protect him temporarily from the ensuing destruction and teleport him somewhere safe. Because of that, he's still around but in a weakened and comatose-like state

When sonic comes to again, he awakens to find everything destroyed, chip unconscious near him, and the sky blotted out by thick purple clouds of dark gaia energy. A pit forms in his stomach when he realizes this is *all his fault*

He failed the world. He was supposed to protect it, everyone left their hopes and dreams in his hands and he crushed them

Now everyone he knew and loved is *dead* and it's all his fault and there's absolutely nothing he can do to fix it

But he tries anyway

Fast forwards a couple years, sonic's still alive (though not even he knows how). He's been wandering the world in a daze, not knowing where he's going or why, just knowing that he needs to keep moving, needs to find *something*

As far as he knows, he and chip are the only people left in the world, and chip is still in the god equivalent of a coma, so he's effectively alone... Until he runs into a certain ultimate lifeform that is

Meeting shadow leads to him finding out that at least some of his friends, as well as a few other people, managed to survive, which reignites his hope that maybe, just maybe, he can make up for his mistakes somehow and help the world heal

That's the synopsis of what I've got so far so here's a few other things

Exposure to all the dark gaia energy that engulfed the world slowly turned him back into the werehog, with it being permanent this time. There's no longer a distinction between day and night since the world's been plunged into darkness, but even if there was, he'd still be stuck in that form. Shadow is also changed in a similar way, though to a slightly lesser extent. He mostly just looks more alien

Besides sonic, chip, and shadow, the only known survivors among sonic's friends are tails, amy, knuckles, and omega. Tails and amy fled to angel island during the fallout as it's mostly unaffected by everything going on below. They periodically go back down to the surface to search for survivors with the help of shadow and omega, and then bring them up to the island. They've basically formed a makeshift town around the area of the master emerald shrine (much to knux's dismay)

Sonic is, understandably, completely changed from canon. He's quiet, tired, and striken with a grief and guilt so intense it's suffocating (also, he's allowed to cry. And he does it a lot. He needs to.) But he lives on, because even the smallest part of him still thinks he can make things right, even if it doesn't seem like he *can* do anything at the moment

Eventually chip will wake up but I'm still thinking of how that'll happen. Maybe visiting the now ruined gaia temples will do it

And yeah that's it so far 👍 I've got a design for sonic bouncing around in my head but I wanna work on art fight stuff so that probably won't be out for a while lol

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

(trying to post this again since i think tumblr ate the notifications again :( also this is Hansel! or Rodger! either of them is alright for him! and he’s 12-14! and they go by They/Them and He/Him, and he’s around 5’5, anyway, sorry about this, im kinda nervous since it’s my first time lmao-)

*Hansel was just walking around and just suddenly sees Tunner randomly, he knew who he is, don’t ask why tho :)*

Hansel: *looks at Tunner* wha- *immediately knows him* OH HEYYYYYYYYYYY! You’re Tunner, this town’s sheriff, innit? The name’s Hansel! Well, that’s what most of my friends call me, my real name is Rodger, but both of them is fine by me! and uhhhh sorry, i’m talkin’ too much, am i??

(This is an old design of him, it’ll change someday eheheheh anyways i love ur art it’s so cool! And this Tunner looks so badass- OH SHIT! one more thing! Hansel is dating someone! But that’ll be in the future, and btw, they may or not have a revolver in his pockets, okay i’m gonna shut up now bye bye for now :>)

Tunner, who had been busy with repairing his truck, lifted his head and winced when he banged it against the hood of said truck. He rubbed the top of his head and stepped away from the vehicle, humming while he watched the kid approach. "Well now what have we here..? Where th' hell are yer parents, kid? Yer far out from the town right now, that I can tell you fer sure." He leans against his truck and crosses his arms, tail thumping against the ground and stirring up clouds of dust. "You sure got a lot to say, don't you. A reason I could never have kids, hahaw.. Anyways, it's nice meetin' you, Hansel. Anythin' this ole sheriff can help you out wit?"

[fuwahua]

For the 3 sentence thing ^^

Lee Tighnari with Ler cyno, lower back right above his tail (ticklish backs need more attention I think ^^)

No pressure to write anything tho, have a nice day/night/morning✨

SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!! ヽ(；▽；)ノ Thank you so much for requesting cnnri I love them fluffy bois very much (and your art of said fluffy bois too <3) I hope you enjoy some Cynonari banter !!

WC: 1.2k

Summary: Tighnari's agreed to help out with some commissions in the desert. Cyno's just being a perfectly concerned friend helping convince him to... reconsider.

“Nahahahaha! CyNOahahaha! Stop!”

“Cyno? Don’t you mean Cy-yes?”

“NO!”

Tighnari gasped out before dissolving back into giggles. Cyno’s hands continued to skitter over Tighnari’s sides, smirking when Tighnari belted out another plea of laughter in response. “Wrong answer again, Nari~ Come on, you know what you need to say to make it stop.”

Tighnari’s ears trembled as he shook his head, flailing in his attempt to push Cyno’s wandering hands away. “I-I told ehehehehe you I CahaahAn’T!”

“If you can’t handle this, how will you be welcomed into the desert?”

“THAHAHAHAT DOESNT MAKEHEHEHE SENSE!”

Oh Archons, what a stupid thing to fight over. Tighnari kicked his feet out as he tried to turn over from Cyno, squirming with giggles when those hands wandered down from his sides to his stomach. His jacket had ridden up in their sparring, leaving his bare flesh unprotected, and he shrieked out a protest as Cyno took advantage.

All this for a commission. It wasn’t even his plan! Traveler needed some guidance deeper into Sumeru regarding an Adventurer’s task and asked him for aid—a completely, utterly normal request between them (and, he’d like to add, something Cyno also asked him for all the time). Admittedly he had accepted before even considering the details, at the time more than a little desperate to get away from the strange reporters turning up in Gandharva Ville digging for information about the former sages, and failed to consider the potential heat risks of taking on two separate desert commissions.

Even so. “AhaHAHA Thiiis is ehehHEHEHE OHOhoveheherboard!”

“Oh, you’ve gone overboard? Well, let me get you back on board!” 

Tighnari’s head shakes, arching his back and trying to headbutt Cyno when his fingers dig into his navel. He shouts with laughter, arms quickly huddling together to try to pry those stupid, betraying hands out, protesting all the while.

“I’m telling you, dangerous eremites wander the sand anytime! You’ve got to be prepared, is all.”

“GehehEHEHEHET OFF!”

Cyno yelps as Tighnari manages to shove an elbow beneath him, thrusting upwards with a rush of strength. It’s not enough to dislodge his friend entirely, but there is just barely enough room between them that Tighnari can turn himself around, protecting his stomach.

“T-thehehere! See!” He pants, half-turning to glare at Cyno. “Even compromised, I can still defend myself. You forget that I’m a ranger.”

“And you forget what happened in the Interdarshan Championship,” Cyno tuts. They stare at each other, locked into their own choices partly out of compassion, partly stubbornness, before Cyno smiles. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you go to the desert.”

“I wasn’t waiting for your permission…”

Even though he says that, Tighnari waits for Cyno to get off him. Except, Cyno’s thighs stay tight around his hips, and though he lightly wriggles to remind the other, he doesn’t move at all.

“Uh, Cyno?”

“Yes?”

“I thought you were letting me go,” Tighnari deadpans, sighing. “So, get off me.”

“Welllll… I am going to let you go to the desert. But what kind of friend would I be if I let you go without some training?”

“Cyno, no, I’ve had enou–gehehehhee! CynoAHAHAHA!”

Cyno’s whisper is devious. ��Training part one: what should you do if an eremite grabbed your tail from behind juuust like this?”

“THAHAHA’TS CHEEAHAHAHATING!”

“Cheating! How dare you—I’m a TCG man of my word! Come now, you wouldn’t really accuse the Mahamatra of cheating, would you?”

Tighnari shrieks out a wordless reply, hands thumping against the floor as his body is flooded with ticklish sensations originating from Cyno’s nails right on the jut of his tail. He thought he’d been clever by turning around to protect his bare stomach, but the sensation of Cyno’s scribbling hands just over that patch of skin on his lower back on top of the beginnings of his tail were going to drive him insane.

It certainly didn’t help that practically no one ever tickled him on the back, especially not near his tail. The entire ranger unit knew that the area was a no-go in general and any and all attempts to comb their fingers through his fur was a one-way ticket to getting punched. What they didn’t know was that part of the reason Tighnari refused to let anyone near his tail was because he knew just how ticklish he was there and wanted to avoid any accidents at all costs.

Something, of course, Cyno knew all too well.

“Hmm, I don’t know about letting you go to the desert after all~ training doesn’t seem to be going too well?”

“ENOUGHAAHAAAHAHA!”

Archons, he was going to kill Cyno after this. Tighnari’s tail swishes from side to side but it’s impossible to avoid the way Cyno pinches the back of his flesh and spreads out his fingers, making him cackle. Tighnari’s legs kick out, desperate, but besides a few “whoa!” from Cyno, he doesn’t budge.

“I know!” Cyno gasps, leaning over and dragging his nails up up and then down in a long, lazy stroke that has Tighnari arching his back with wheezes, “what if I came with you?”

If he could, he’d smack Cyno helmet-up for putting him through this entire ordeal just to ask to accompany them. Hell, the Traveler would probably jump for joy to have another helper. He could have simply asked instead of tickling Tighnari to pieces.

“Well?”

“FihihiHIHIHAHAHANE! YOU CAHAHAHN COMEHEHEH!”

Tighnari slumps over as Cyno finally comes to a stop, hands moving against his back in slow, soothing circles instead. It still tingles, light ghost tickles that keeps him giggly, but the fau massage does help chasing the last of the sensation away until Cyno hops off him, allowing him to roll over and curl his tail protectively over his back.

“I.. hate you…”

“Aww, you don’t mean that.” Cyno scoots over him, smirk wide on his face. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Two of us S-tier members, we’ll turn the desert into just desserts! Get it?”

Tighnari groans. “Cyno…”

“Desert! Desserts! Two S-tier members.”

 Actually, killing Cyno would be letting him off easy. Tighnari glares at the other, tail swishing dangerously. “Cyno.”

“Okay, just think about it, the only difference between a sand dune and a plate of cavities is the addition of an extra s, so adding me, an S-tier member, to you, another S-tier member, is—”

“Yeah, yeah, real funny…”

“Right?! Hm? That’s weird… you never like my puns unless… Eek! N-nahahahri, nooo!”

“You’re coming with us to the desert right? What would you do if those evil eremites found out just how sensitive your ribs are…”

“WahahAHAHHAIT! MERCHIIHIHIHI!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you get those just desserts.”