#elis ocs

[lucy-frostblades]

me working on finals and eight different gift exchanges: what if instead i wrote about lanie and cassie

@starstruckodysseys

[elirium]

Oc doodleloodles i did!

my beloved girl Mathilda

Mored doodles of Annalena

Mirac, Rafael, and Esma (and rafael again)

yet unnamed lesbians

[starstruckodysseys]

@angelwiththeblue-box i drew this in like fifteen minutes so sorry if it’s bad but. the girlies <3

[dinoswordsb]

This is in no way the best way to post it but it is the only way I could get the format to stay

[lelelego]

(deadpan) lol

[rust-berrie]

the concept of the farmer being a literal anomaly to the townspeople bc of their in-game features and add-ons will always b so funny to me. so heres a little silly doodle i made.

(edit: ermm... numba two)

[einelitas]

Sunny "Rose" Hedgehog

My sonamy fankid who struggles with having a hero for a dad

[elierosies]

Thinking... 💭

I fear I have fucked up a little, but it doesn't matter!

It's ren, his perfection makes up for it. ! _ !

[givemedamage]

draw nun but the worst 2 forget file corruption whatever

[lucy-frostblades]

Aster was six years old when their parents got divorced. They didn’t really remember it, they barely understood the consequences of what was happening. 

Aster’s mom moved away when they were seven and Aster stayed with their dad. They weren’t sad about it. At this point, they didn’t remember their mom enough to care. 

Their dad was good, always putting up with Aster’s quickly changing fashion, their different phases that they moved through until they found one that stuck. He was the first one Aster told when they changed their pronouns, the first one he told when they changed their name. He was the one who got it changed in the school system and got them a pronoun pin, one that they still have on their backpack. 

The second person Aster told was Solé, their best friend who they’ve known since they were thirteen. 

Solé was the one who took Aster shopping, pulling them through the mall going into shop after shop to find clothes that fit Aster, eventually stopping in the thrift store, grabbing band tees and baggy pants and cheap jewelry that weighted down their fingers in a good way. Aster spent weeks after that, compiling clothes they liked, hand sewing patches onto their jackets and pants until their hands were covered in bandaids. On their fifteenth birthday, their dad gave them a sewing machine, proudly stating how he looked into finding the best one for them. Aster would never admit it, but they were close to tears. 

Aster’s dad loved Solé, let her sleepover even if it was a school night, took the three of them out to dinner in middle school when Solé’s parents were working late. 

So, when Aster’s dad suggested they get a job, Solé suggested working at the museum together. Their interviews both went well, and they were hired together, thank gods, Aster did not want to do it alone. 

Aster wasn’t good at school, they barely tried, and when they did try, they didn’t do well. Solé was the smart one out of the two of them, scribbling notes faster than Aster could process what was being taught. Aster wasn’t good at school, but they were excellent at making coffee. 

Aster and Solé were expressly hired because no one wanted to work at the cafe. Most people would rather work in the museum itself, or at the mall. (Aster wanted to work at the mall. The record store was hiring, but they never got back to them. Aster was only a little mad about it.) 

They were two of four people on shifts of two throughout the day. They had the afternoon/closing shifts, and the other two had the morning/opening shifts. Aster didn’t know enough about workplace ethics to debate whether or not it was fair, but they got paid a little under double the minimum wage in their state, so they weren’t complaining. 

Aster fell into a comfortable rhythm. Get up, make coffee for them and their dad, get ready for school, get picked up by Solé (Aster didn’t have a car or a license, after failing the driver’s test twice, they gave up.) suffer through school, go to work, have a decent time at work, go home. The routine was good, it was comfortable. They could suffer through high school if it meant they could go to work and have something they were good at, something they liked doing with a person that they cared about. 

Aster twists a ring around their finger absentmindedly as they look for the caramel syrup in the backrooms. They almost missed a letter getting pushed under the door. Almost.

Aster hums and kneels to pick it up, flicking out their pocket knife and tearing open the envelope. Their eyes flick over the letter. No signature, no discernable handwriting. It could be a joke, for all they know. 

Meet at midnight in the Natural History Museum. 

At least they could get in easily. 

Aster shoves the note in their back pocket and stands up, tightening their apron and locating the syrup. The mysterious note was a problem for later. 

[elirium]

art with my oc raphael

[starstruckodysseys]

i don’t have a joke this time it’s just wild to me i’ve done four of these now. happy spiral into insanity everyone i hope ur all having fun <3

@angelwiththeblue-box i’m summoning u. have more of these. do with them what u will. i love this symbiotic relationship we’ve created

lanie, walking into the living room: what are you doing here?

cassie: i could ask you the same question

lanie: i live here. this is my house

cassie: i should probably ask you a different question

— —

[ sappho’s legacies ]

cheddar cheese

wait we’re partners in crime what laws are we breaking

laniebug

idk we’re probably just jaywalking or something

— —

wendell: you were stabbed, do you remember anything?

lanie: only the ambulance ride to the hospital

wendell: that… wasn't an ambulance. i drove you

lanie: but i heard a siren?

liv: that was cassie

cassie: i got nervous!

— —

cassie: do you ever want to talk about your emotions, liv?

liv: no

lanie: i do!

cassie: i know, lanie

lanie: i’m sad!

cassie: i know, lanie

— —

russell: you three. explain. now

cassie: it was lanie

wendell: it was lanie

lanie: it was lanie

lanie:

lanie: damn

— —

cassie: my love language is the same as a crow

cassie: if you’re nice to me i’ll bring you useless little trinkets from my travels that made me think of you

— —

cassie: yo, do you have a bag i can borrow?

lanie: the only bags i have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the weight of my existence

cassie:

cassie: you literally could’ve just said no

— —

lanie: liv kissed me. i didn’t even kiss her back. okay, fine, i kissed her back. is that what you want me to say?

cassie: i literally haven’t said a word in like an hour

lanie: and now she won’t even talk to me because i saw her this morning and she just panic moonwalked away

cassie: she what?

lanie: she does that sometimes

— —

lanie: rules were made to be broken

paula: rules were meant to be followed. nothing is made to be broken

dang: uh, piñatas?

wendell: glow sticks

liv: karate boards

cassie: spaghetti when you have a small pot

lanie: rules

paula:

— —

cassie: *kicks the door open, looking panicked*

lanie: what did you do?!

cassie: NOBODY DIED!

lanie: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

— —

lanie: “it’s 85° out why are you wearing a jacket” because my outfit FUCKS

lanie: next question you poor, swaggerless fool

— —

lanie: if a beautiful person disagrees with me i will change my views immediately. i have no principles

liv: well, maybe you should have principles?

lanie: you’re right maybe i should

— —

ep8 core (bc i am endlessly insane)

cassie: why would you give lanie a knife?!

wendell: she said she felt unsafe!

cassie: okay, but now i feel unsafe!

wendell: i’m sorry!

wendell: …do you want a knife?

— —

cassie: i like eating nerds candy because i’m secretly hungry for aquarium gravel and this takes the edge off

— —

[ royal flush ]

laniebug

i’m at the store what flavor teddy grahams do you want

sky’s the limit

honey?

laniebug

what’s up?

just realized you were saying the flavor you wanted and not addressing me endearingly. my bad

[littlecrittereli]

A misty memory...

Meant to post this last week but i did not have it in me to finish up that background

[lelelego]

boy and his watchdog

[oneroomjestershow]

Loved in every universe

[einelitas]

Fankid adoptables #14 (Shadow x Blaze and Silver x Blaze)

sb: 40

ab: 200 (n/a for silvaze)