#even though i havent drawn them before

[unanchored-ship]

i was possessed to draw them again

[anominous-user]

full versions of my de-sticked/hsr'ed version of triple threat

types + paths

[woolydemon]

"wright has a brown eye and a blue eye" no I don't listen to u lalalalalalala la

[electraslight]

hello! inquiring minds want to know about your thoughts on gus. in particular the mask w the third eye + the third eye you drew him with a couple times. i've always been a little disappointed with how little the show expanded on the stuff we saw in e.g. labyrinth runners and you always have interesting things to say (or make up on the spot :P) about your designs ^^

i love gus!! hes so charming and basically every episode with a gus subplot is good. the stuff about the illusionists graveyard and gus protecting it is really cool and gets me thinking about how much gus knows about magical artifacts (he should be a historian not a teacher when hes older imo) and labyrinth runners is one of my favorite episodes. i think the specific way hunter and gus connect is really well written and i wish wed seen them interact more after that (but i just generally very much enjoy their friendship). I think people often talk about gus as if it was hunter specifically that 'stole' his screentime but like, are we forgetting gus and willow were barely used in favor of episodes trying to teach a 5 year old child concepts hes too young for lol. season one was so poorly paced in comparison to s2 that yeah, i dont think it was hunter that took from gus specifically. you could say the same thing about amity

I do however think willow's very shoehorned 'arc' in s3 would have fit way better with gus, who has 1. forced himself to keep up a peppy attitude and uplift everyone else even though hes terrified for his dad and also is like. 12. 2. has been known to have intense involuntary magic outbursts that can sometimes induce flashbacks of your worst moments ever, and 3. you can still do the thing where hunter talks them down bc like. theyve done this before. like i feel like honestly willow had completed her arc in season 2 and after that most willow stuff was her trying to convince everyone else she was better now. I have a lot of issues with how huntlow kind of erased willow and gus's friendship too, which i always though was rlly cute, but again i digress

back to my gus design, the 'third eye' is facepaint like willow or amity's markings, but while hes using his powers it can appear to move around. hes not pictured with the mask here but he has a set of comedy and tradgedy masks (the blight twins have this insignia too but i havent drawn them casually yet) Gus has satyr blood (his grandparent was one of the last satyrs to interact with witches before they left to live in the forest after their lifestyle was no longer supported. God damn it belos) so his ears are bigger than other witches and hes very short.

anyway. i like gus a normal amount. thanks for asking!

[that-oracle]

i've thought about this One Piece but if There Were Pokemon AU a lot and I wanted to share it because I'm so normal about it. Its literally just one piece if pokemon also existed in the world. This all started because I just like giving fictional characters pokemon teams sometimes because it's fun. I started giving the straw hats Pokemon teams and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was still reading Drum Island when this all started (I dont think I had even met Chopper yet LOL)

Most of these are a few months old at this point (w the exception of Luffy and Law that I drew today) but these are a few doodles I did of some of the straw hats with their first pokemon when they were still kids :] (I'd like to mention not all of them have a specific like "how they met" story, but I have ideas for who their first pokemon were at least)

Luffy's first pokemon was a Slowpoke that he received from Shanks. It's a Pokemon he initially thought was lame before getting gifted one.

Zoro's first pokemon was Pawniard. Pawniard are very territorial and Zoro wandered into it's territory and pissed him off. Zoro was so sour about losing so he kept finding his way back somehow out of pure spite (he would probably just wander until he found it again) and he kept fighting him over and over until he won. After he won though, they were inseperable. (Pawniard is just as bad with directions as zoro is btw)

I imagined in this AU Ohara was one of the few places that figured out how to revive fossil pokemon. Robin happened to dig up a claw fossil one day and they revived it for her. She tried to teach him how to read.

Franky initially found his Zigzagoon in the trash. He scared him away, but Zigzagoon came back and headbutted him to get back at him. (cuz he's petty) He kept coming back and it just became a game to the two of them. They quickly became besties.

Nami's first pokemon was Purrloin! Purrloin was stealing tangerines from the orchard and Nami caught her in the act. They became partners in crime.

Sanji's first Pokemon was Bounsweet. She was hungry and he fed her. She was very grateful so she stuck by his side.

Ace's first pokemon was Scorbunny

Law's first pokemon was Mareanie

I do have others ive thought about but I just havent drawn but I will still share though if you wanna read

Chopper's first pokemon was Happiny. He received it from Hiriluk.

Brook's first pokemon was Fuecoco

Jinbe's first pokemon was Poliwag

Usopp's first pokemon was Wimpod

Sabo's first pokemon was Piplup

[zedleaked]

Hey, so like, you're the only Tumblr blog I know who's insane abt Toontown corporate clash, uhhhhh is there lore behind it????? As far as I know it's just 'hey you exist now, go beat the shit out of these fruity corporate managers cause uhhhh fuck capitalism'

THERES A BIT OF LORE METHINKS!!

STUPID FUCKASS ROBOTS TRYING TO TAKE OVER FUNNY CARTOON ANIMALS LAND,, FIGHT BACK AGAINST THEM WITH AWESOME PRANKS LIKE BANANA PEEL AND CONVENIENTLY PLACED ANVIL

THOUGH A LOT OF PEOPLE JUST FOCUS ON SEEING THEIR FAV GUYS WHICH FAIR ENOUGH IRUHGURG,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE TOONS: MOE ZART (I SAY THIS EVEN THOUGH I HAVENT DRAWN HIM BEFORE) LAMENTS ABOUT MEZZO MELODYLAND NOT BEING THE SAME PLACE IT USED TO BE BEFORE THE COG INVASION,, ITS NEAT TO LOOK INTO

[ganondoodle]

Hello 👋

Swallowing my nerves at last to send you an ask! I was just wondering, what inspires your designs? Are their inspirations in stuff like movies or games? Or just things you come up with yourself?

i .. honestly its kinda hard to tell, sometimes i just randomly think of something, like some detail, or color combination and try to incorporate that into a design somehow; it can come from anywhere, like the color scheme of a pithaya/dragonfruit is something i have been wanting to make a design with for ages but havent come up with anything good in all those years ;O;

im a very easily fascinated by color, espeically in nature, like sometimes i just stop and stare at something like i froze in time bc i just woooooooooooooah color! i probably look like a weirdo doing that though

its really hard to pinpoint anything specifically, the most is probably .. other artists? i guess? which always makes me nervous bc my memory is shit in most areas of life and i worry myself to pieces whether i unintentionally "stole" an idea and just dont remember and think it was my own, it goes further that sometimes i see something that makes me want to draw a similar concept but dont bc i dont want to 'steal' even if that couldnt be further from my intention (have been accused of that before ..)

that said for my ocs specifically .. most are rather old and have just kinda evolved out of their awkward first iterations (shargons first iteration was a hauro-howl- copy that was really just some human covered in feathers .. another oc was once a hellboy copy but in green- havent drawn nor redeisgn them in ages lol), the biggest inspirations for them is a mix of animals, bonus if you dont see them often- im a big shark, whale and sea creatures in general nerd so i tend to take from them as a priority but always trying to be less directly animal and mostly just .. features that work together

Eadrya is one of the newer OCs- i started to write but then looked at my folders and oh they are from 2017 .., i even made a design timeline for them how much they, and my art, have changed back in 2020, so thats also way outdated now lol (they apparently started as a whale .. thing? its like a pokemon evolution lol)

this is them now (i like this sketch still, though shargons design is now also outdated lmao)

this ones from early 2023 so also outdated now but you get the point

for demons i try to be a bit more wild on shapes and colors while still adhering to the rules of how they work (humanoid form, demon form, animalistic, one element each and more or less made to fit that, 4 arms is very common, look to be bost scary and wild but also something that would make you stop in tracks and stare in awe and fear if you crossed paths)

often times designs just kinda .. happen, i have maybe the idea ok i wanna make something with a white and red pattern also moose or those big horned cows are cool and kinda scary so maybe sth akin to that (though this one is technically a redesign too- its also pretty much entirely different)

for non demons but still non human i go for a much more restrained design, mainly inspired directly by an animal and giving the color scheme a good spin, plus adding unconventional body shapes, like ki'ita is also a good example, her old idea was just orca anthro pirate and just by making the white green instead in her most recent redesign already adds that little spin to it

that can have its pitfalls though, as i often fall into the big arm small head small legs scheme over and over xD

alot of it is trial and error, deciding on the colors can take me hours bc im always searching for my little rule of having one contrast color that shows up in very few places to draw attention to it (like with Eadrya its those bright yellow eyes and thingy at their tail)

and that is all about myy own ocs, when its fandom stuff it works kinda similar though, either in the connections i wanna draw or just thinking it further- like how deities in destiny work also just kinda .. happened like an ever derailing train

like for demise i was at first really just im gonna give him horns bc horns are cool and he got those on the starting mural in the game- so how his hair work? well maybe it isnt hair actually and just unbound energy, im making him a deity too and fit hylias design to his so, yeah, then so how does it work, ok he gotta have a skeleton still, but what if his entire actual body is made up of pure magical energy with its core in the ribcage? with the core in the ribcage >:3c and the scales you see are just like cooled down lava as an armor bc his thing is fire and earth !! the normal blood? is a thin layer of skin imiated from mortals to keep the scales together and flexible so if he ACTUALLY gets hurt hed bleed magic that looks more like lava and any normal blood you see is just the armor- so why does he have a skeleton still instead of being just energy? maybe its gotta be bound to something OH and what if all of the deities started as mortals like a mirror to the trio later on and the gods cannot have direct influence to the worlds so they needed a right hand that is neither god nor mortal but both by killing a mortal by whatever their element will be (demise burned, hylia drowned etc) and their skeleton and spirit is kept but put into a body of magic- OH what if their spirit core is like almost piloting their bodies like a mech in a way bc if youd look close youd see that every strand of magic is actual a hand of their spirit so it makes it more weird and other bc hed be able to reach out with thousands of burning claws of all shapes and sizes like the beheaded forest god at the end of mononoke- SO if hed lose and arm or something all those strands would untangle and rearrange his bones back together-OH MY GOD the whole armor idea works so well for ghirahims dark armor so what if demise had two swords once and lost one and since has forged an armor similar to his own for ghirahim out fo fear of losing him t---

and that all is a process that happens over several weeks and months not rarely while i am drawing something mindlessly and suddendly *have a thought* and omg that makes so much sense-

so "what" inspires my designs? an ever derailing train of thought about making cool thick monsters that arent the evil thing to get rid of for once? cool color schemes? idk it just kinda happens??

[fipindustries]

the first lesson

"belief" chuckled the old man as he turned a delicate glass that contained some opulent limonchello "let me tell you something about how wizards trade in belief"

he was bald, with wild curly hair growing to the sides like the branches of a bonsai tree. he was also rather fat, not in a way that made him look flabby but rather round as a whole. his body could be easily drawn as a circle from which his head poked out, if some leeway for stylization were allowed to the artist. he wore a dark suit and dark round glasses as well as a simple goatee.

"do you lock your doors at night with a key?"

"uh... yes, teacher"

sitting in the small round table at the bar, across from him, was his student. a nervous lady, taller than him and far thinner, with a suit similar to his, dark and antiquated. they looked like undertakers. maybe they even were.

"wise thing to do, given your residence"

The student pursed her lips at this but made no comment. for reasons she could not understand her teacher was fond of making fun or criticizing her economic situation. and for sure there was a lot to complain about, she would do as much regularly, but her teacher seemed to be weirdly fixated on this. he would drop comments about it, cheerfully and casually and she would not respond to any of them and little by little the grains of sand would keep accumulating in the back of her head.

"so every night, before you sleep, you lock the front door of your room with a key, you put the key in the locke and you turn it once, and then twice, and you make a habit out of this, so much so that you do it unconciously, it is an automatic gesture with no thought put into it at all. you dont think to yourself 'now the door is locked', is just a truth of the universe, unacknowledged and yet all the same internalized"

"is this a story or is this your speculations about my life?"

"everything is a story if it's not meant to be literally true, maybe it is true, but that is not my intention"

"very well continue, teacher"

"so the next day, when you wake up and need to step out into the world, before doing that you unlock the door. now this is very important, you don't have to take a few moments to collect yourself and wonder if wether you locked your door last night, you dont have to take stock of your memories and recall that indeed you put the key there before going to sleep and locked the door tight, you just unlock the door because it is a deeply accepted truth that the door is simply locked"

"and the only way to unlock it is with a key"

"the only way indeed! very good!"

she didnt need to add that comment, and if it had been simply up to her whim she would have remained silent and let the man continue his lecture. but she had learned that her teacher enjoyed these interjections, however superfluous they might be, he always recieved them with joy and enthusiasm, as if she had solved a mystery or shown a deep insight. this was another of his weird quirks that she entertained simply because they seemed to make her interactions with him more frictionless.

"and now," he continued "imagine one day you go to a party and drink copious ammounts of alcohol, quantities large enough to make you dispossesed of your wits, not that i suggest you would actually do such a thing, at least not on the regular" the teacher gave her an unwanted wink "so your friends carry you back home and you stumble your steps up to your front door and once inside you are so out of sorts that you simply forget to lock the door, after which you fall into your bed and go to sleep"

"is this something about how my compromised state makes me believe for one night that ill be safe even though i havent locked the door or something?"

"not at all, you sleep soundly all night without being attacked, who knows, maybe burglars and robbers were busy in other houses or other parties, getting themselves merry and drunk, whatever the case may be you wake up the next day with no memory of last night, with quite a hangover, sadly there are no pills or medicines that can aid you with your malady at your home, so you will have to go to the corner drugstore to get something to let you handle your headache"

the student pursed her lips once again. there was a drugstore at the corner of her street, so this story not being about her seemed just a fraction less likely, but then again, there were drugstores at the corners of many streets.

"so you unlock your door and step outside, it's a lovely day with the birds singing and the sun shining and you go to the farmacy and buy the medicine you need to handle your hangover, end of the story"

"but how could i have unlocked the door if the door was already unlocked?" she said mechanically, knowing that this was the obvious question the story was baiting.

"exactly! very good my student!"

an overstated praise for a trite question. maybe her teacher just enjoyed being humored.

"for you see, to you it was not a matter of assuring yourself that the door was locked, to you it was simply a truth of the world, as profound and unquestionable as that things fall down"

"i see, and that is the level of belief i have to master in order to do magic?"

"more or less, yes" said the teacher sipping the limonchello.

"seems difficult to achieve without extensive use of manipulation, doublethink, brainwashing or psychodelics"

"hmm? what do you mean?"

"that...to internalize a belief that profoundly, seems hard to do without a lot of mental effort, without a rather strong amount of self deception and psychological trickery"

"i really dont know what you're talking about, you just have to believe, is the easiest thing in the world"

"it's... not, it's very much not, to believe, to truly believe, to actually thoroughly change one's mind about the nature of reality, against proof, against evidence is basically impossible"

"is that what you believe?"

"is-" oh, that was the trick. she had to internally stifle a groan. her teacher had pulled another of his dumb rethorical tricks. he seemed to be just as delighted when she failed to catch on as he was when she stated the obvious.

"that is the first belief you have to change, indeed is the first belief that all wizards have to change when they start" he said, chuckling again.

"that is the first spell that every wizard casts" she said, completing the thought.

"now" said the teacher, pulling out a small box with a large lock on it from his cape. he placed it on the small table, in the middle of the glasses, and then he pulled a key from a pocket. he put the key on the lock and turned once, and twice. then he put the key back into his pocket. "i want you to open this box"

the student looked at the box. so that was her challenge, to find the way to believe in her heart of hearts that this locked box was actually open. no, not even believe in hear heart of hearts, not even to know, really. this had to be something that trascended awareness.

she took a big gulp from her beer. she was going to fail the test so she wanted to steel herself to be embarassed.

obviously it was impossible for her to rewrite her brain right there and then and she was not even going to try. there was going to be no clapping while saying that she believed in fairies. that was just not how actual beliefs about the world were formed.

if it was a trick that all wizards had to master, she didnt have the instruction or the tools for how to do it. she looked at the box a little more. her hands hovered over it, hesitating. the moment she placed her hands on it and failed to open it, the test would be done and she would have failed and the was no circumventing that. she just wanted to delay the pie to her face a little longer.

of course, because she was her, she couldnt help but actually pause and still try her best to find the answer to the conundrum. she covered her mouth with one hand and scratched her mane of curls around her head with the other, like she did whenever she was deep in thought. her brow deeply furrowed with concentration.

And then she realized the true nature of her test. how dissapointing. it was a dumb trick of course. she placed a finger on top of the box and said "abracadabra"

She then opened the box.

"marvelous! marvelous! exceptional! very good my student! not even i did better than that when i was faced with the test!" exclaimed the teacher while clapping enthusiastically.

She was well and truly tired of her master's condescention.

"you didnt lock the box when you put the key in, you unlocked it" she said, rolling her eyes "the box was unlocked all along"

"exactly! precisely! the box was unlocked all along, just like the door in my story was locked all along!"

"no! no that is not the same thing!" insisted the student banging the table with her fist "in your story, someone believing that a door is locked changes reality retroactively to make it so that the door was always locked, but in my case the box was actually unlocked all along!" the ruckus made one of the waiters show up with a confused look in his face

"well yes, that is the point, that is what changing reality retroactively is supposed to look like, like it was unlocked all along" the teacher turned towards the waiter "thanks for showing up, what is the cost of these beverages, garçon?"

"that would be 30 in total"

"ah! very well, now you see i am a magician, so allow me a bit of flair" said the master waving his hands around in a very theatrical way "your fee is inside that box being held by my lovely assistant, my dear girl would you hand the box to our waiter?"

She rolled her eyes and gave the box to the poor confused man. who grabbed it and tried to pry it open. but he couldn't.

"um... is the box closed?" asked the waiter, out of sorts.

"oh? it should be opened, try again" said the old man.

the waiter struggled a little more but he could not open the box in any way. finally he turned to the teacher with forlorn expression.

"i give up, what's the trick?"

the old man reached behind the waiter's left ear and pulled out the key.

"here why dont you try with this"

"that is a really old trick" said the waiter while he unlocked the box and pulled out the money from inside it. he returned the box by forcefully pressing it against the old man's chest.

"what i nice lad!" said the teacher, while putting the key into the lock again and turning it once and then twice again. "anyway, where were we?"

the girl was just looking at he teacher, a mix of confusion, annoyance and a little bit of fear on her face.

"ok, how did you do that" she asked.

"i didnt do anything, you did, you opened the box"

"no, that... that was a trick, the lock is a clever mechanism or something"

"you are thinking like a magician, and i am asking you to think like a wizard, you opened this box, my dear girl, because you believed that it was opened, you already did this trick once, now all you have to do" said the man, placing the box back into the table "is do it again"

she hesitated.

"this is still a trick, right? you rigged it somehow so that if i try ill be able to open the box?"

the teacher laid back on the chair, very satisfied with himself. he crossed his fingers over his belly. she somehow felt that this, out of everything he had done that night, was his most sincere display of pride in her.

"what do you believe?" he said

she reached for the box.

[hiemaldesirae]

AU where *Vox* is the one who disappears for 7 years, and ALL of Hell suffers for it. The remaining 2 Vees end up with their souls contracted to Alastor, Carmilla and Zestial have to become allies and join forces-most overlords do by the time Vox comes back there ARE no solo Overlords left, except technically Rosie and Alastor but even they are 'allies' in the loosest sense. Everyone else is paired up and it all because of the madness of Radio Demon at the disappearance of his muse. He's shacked up inside of The Vees Tower, taking over Vox's floor as his own, adding a radio tower to the side of it.

And then, 7 years after his disappearance, Vox reappears and joins Charlie Morningstar at her hotel for rehabilitation of sinners of all things, with Angel Dust as her first client, and--

The very foundations of Hell shake.

OHHH this one is fun. yesyesyes im so onboard with this one!!! i think about swap aus very fondly no matter how many times i see premises where vox and al get their storylines swapped ill ALWAYS eat it up.

okay so i do have some questions i want to get over with first. did al and vox breakup before the whole. (waves hands) seven year leave thing. like did they fight before he left because that brings a wholly different dynamic to the table rather than 'oh vox just disappeared one day', which in fairness i can see driving alastor crazy in a much different way, but also if they'd fought beforehand and alastor had expected to see vox back with the vees the day after or something, only to find him missing with no one aware of where he was... hoo boy. and also- does alastor take over the entertainment district here? like, he's got val and velvette as contracted souls, so do they stop running the district because they can no longer hold the respect of those they were once under and just do menial tasks under al's servitude, or is there a completely different dynamic here that ive passed over?

anyway with that over with... (bashes my head into the wall) YES I NEED THIS. ohmuy god. the aus where vox is sponsoring the hazbin hotel because of a deal he made with lucifer or something have been haunting my head for weeks upon end and i cant help but imagine something similar here- i can just imagine how pissed alastor would be to learn of the fact that vox was back and didnt even think to go and SHOW HIMSELF to him first??? vox was HIS. his muse, his rival, his stupid, stupid picture box- and he went off to make a deal with that bright-faced, stupid little princess of hell? instead of going back to alastor? no, no, no, that cant do, absolutely not, VALENTINO, you have to get your oblivious little employee under control before i rip out both your throats-- anyway. i imagine al probably hates intearcting with either of the vees but he does to make sure theyre not dead or trying to kill him (its all for voxs sake. he wouldn't be glad to return and find his friends slaughtered, after all.)

sorry i dont really have any other thoughts to addonto this (theres a reason why i havent written/drawn a swap au with them and its because ive no idea how the story would change given all the different nuances that we dont yet know... so. yeah) except maybe that alastor would probably be pissed as hell at the attention vox gets when he returns- because he was a celebrity figure before he was gone, too, and his return is like the equivalent to a comeback on princess diana's revenge dress level. instead of being pissed that other sinners are paying attention to vox in a 'they should be looking at me' kind of way though he's more pissed in a 'no one should look at him except for me' kind of way which really weirds charlie vaggie and angel out who are kinda just going like... 'are you sure about that guy man' and vox just shrugs like 'well last time i was face to face with him we had a really bitter breakup fight so idek if hes sure about me tbh'

[fleouriarts]

sketchbook duuuuump :3 nothing to do in this town AND my stylus isn't working its a perfect storm for filling this thang up

descriptions and such below

feel like the fursona ones are self explanatory. the rileys are basically all inspired by this person's compilations... if you havent seen the clip that the bottom corner drawing is from please do yourself a favor

this was all development shit for the zakharovs who i posted last week. sergei is igor's former childhood friend who i have not come up with much about yet... all i know is he is also a fashion designer (who makes winter clothes specifically) and he has an illegitimate son named nikolai who is an arctic fox (and who i have not drawn yet)

omg okay so if anyone remembers my last sketchbook dump i introduced this character andre in there (and her name was andres but i changed it to andre bc i like it more for whatever reason). anyway ive been drawing him OBSESSIVELYYYYY and have decided that him and null get together at some point after argyle and jamie make up (i desperately need to make a jamie and co timeline post)... but it lasts like one semester and thats it. andre is too vain and too know-it-all for null's tastes even though shes like super hot and nice otherwise. anyway this is just a bunch of drawings of him. i really like how the one of him in my INSANE hat turned out

santiago and null's joint slay... both of them LOVE to gossip with each other and its instrumental to how jamie and argyle make up (will go into detail when i finally figure out all the actual events of that). also andre and null on a hike bc andre is a biology major. i actually drew that while i was on a hike in red rock canyon heres proof

5. mostly just scribbling trying to get better at drawing santiago including more of him and null and his prime Jamie Comforting Tactic of just letting him chill between his wool and sweater. also two drawings of jamie just 4 fun i draw him and his stupid big eyes whenever im out of ideas

6. idk this is just silly stuff. i draw johnny manhandling jamie a lot and i promise you jamie LOVES being treated like a stuffed animal he thinks its SO FUN to be spun around and wiggled and shit. ferret adjacent. him and johnny have been friends since they were in like elementary school because of this. btw santiago does not usually look like that (only having wool on his head) he just has to shear his wool in the summer because having full wool in the flurrida heat is AWFUL

7. comic i drew at the laundromat LOL. takes place either shortly before OR shortly after andre and null get together. johnny mostly hates andre for being with null (shes jealous) (she wants null all to herself even though shes super noncommittal) (johnny get your shit together) BUT ALSO andre being kinda pretentious makes her want to chokeslam him. andre is talking about bird farming specifically because johnny's family are chicken farmers... ive had a lore post about everyone's families in my drafts for months but i cant finish it til my stylus is fixed TT

8. more nonsense. top left corner is a continuation of johnny being a hater. bottom drawings are just mindless jamie doodles. top right is argyle and jamie during their relationship, i cant decide if jamie had REALLY short hair during it or hair like this that's basically just his current hair without the yellow dye and tiny ponytail. whatever

[sporeclan]

curious question: i dont have a "do you like or do you not like" way to phrase this so overall how do you feel about how much detail your characters have? esp as character in such a set up where they are being drawn over and over again, do you think its hard to draw all of their details or is that something you havent had a problem with? puddle, mousegrouve and piperdapple come to mind as being detailed in my mind for example. im genuinely curious because when i first saw piper i was like wow so detailed so pretty!! how do they draw them so consistently! this includes characters like cliffthicket too i almost forgot about them; with a lot spots that are super irregular, do you duplicate things a lot of them, freehand them, etc etc? generally curious and intrigued ps. the art on this blog is so gorgeous like holly molly

Thank you!! :D Great question!

I think I've answered something similar to this once before, but the long and short of it is that I personally find the complicated patterns really fun and soothing to draw! Especially Cliffthicket's bajillion spots, something about dotting down that repetitive pattern is almost therapeutic to me lol :'D

I will say though, I have only one character that I actually dread to colour almost every time, and it's Mousegrove. It's not even that she's much more difficult than others with stripe patterns, I think I just find hers a bit boring haha

[callistosposts]

Hey Chat.. I would like your indepth opinion on Hades... How did u create their design... Which ships containing them do u fw... Why do you personally think they got flung out of the solar system.... Do u think they could get back into the solar system....

🫣 Stare.

oooh i like this :D THIS IS GONNA BE A LONGGG POST

for Hades design it was really a matter of how I make a character as mysterious but still interesting as possible - his design is very subject to change once we learn more about him, get to know his personality and stuff

for now though, i wanted him very neutrally aligned, i didnt want to make him seem evil nor did i want to make him look innocent cause theres no confirmation of either of those things

so his design, hes kinda a demon, hes got priest-inspired religious type clothing though instead of crosses its stars and such cause obviously religion is man made. but i still kinda wanted to dig into that religious trauma type feeling

because religious trauma is often built on the sense of being betrayed - betrayed by higher powers, betrayed by the people who you thought were trustworthy

being told your evil or wrong for something you did, whether its something thats not bad at all or maybe you did do something bad and instead of helping you instead get ostracized and told your spawn of satan

thats the feeling I've gotten from the whole story of jupiter and saturn, these big strong planets who are clearly looked up to as higher power, kicking out and clearly, in the past, seeing this smaller, more vulnerable planet as evil

so thats how i got the design , i built it off the connection of religious trauma

also i was listening to Hells Comin With Me

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for why I think he was kicked out, I honestly dont know, I cant really come up with anything definitive

ive seen a lot of interpretations, but a lot of them kinda bend space history or make little to no sense so I havent really been able to come up with anything

if I HAD to say something id guess - his existence messed with the gas giants orbits some to the point where it was causing accidental or purposeful damage that left things a little messy

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I don't think he would be getting back into the solar system, i just dont find that being a canonical move solarballs would do considering hes a theoretical planet

i find it much more likely for Hades to be an occasional character that pops in every now and then, maybe cause a little mischief, drop a space fact

even if the direction they go with Hades is to make him want to come back , I dont believe he will be let back

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OKAYSHIPS ... more silly thing...

ive mentioned before I like Hades x Neptune, I know a lot of people have seen them as siblings and ifff they do go down that route ill immediately back off from that ship but FOR NOW . WITH NO RELATION CONFIRMATION. i think the idea of Neptune x Hades is cute,, specifically past wise, before Neptune lost his mind and such

ive drawn Uranus x Hades before on request, i have no idea where it came from , but I always think shipping Uranus with others is silly fun cause I get to draw him flustered , so 8/10 for me

i think those are generally the only ships I've encountered with him, i dont actually have any problems with any others though I just dont have any I heavily am die hard for and have actually encountered before

if you drop me Jupiter x Hades id probaly eat it up, I am not hater im a LOVER !!!

[droodlebug]

will you tell us more abt your fantasy world’s high elf/orcs please 👀

absolutely!!! Theyre referred as either high elves or orcs depending on where you are in the world and who youre talking to. Some people use one or the other, or use them interchangably.

Before society and sapience came along and whatnot, orcs evolved for rainforests, deserts, forests, and any ecosystem with a heavy focus on plant life (so most of them really!) and lots of sun. Very widespread. Their skin is green, or green ish, and a little waxy to the touch because they have chloroplasts. They photosynthesize, giving them extra energy. Because of that they dont need to sleep much, or even at all, depending on how much sun they've gotten! It also allows them to channel more magic via their appendix (thats the Magic organ). High elf magic users are going to be strongest during the day and a little weakened at night. In thick forests amd rainforests, they would (and some still will!) climb to the tree tops to absorb sun. Hence the name high elf.

They evolved to have tusks in order to scrape bark off trees, get cactus skin, and open cacti and tough-skinned fruits. They are able to properly digest fiber unlike most people. Though, in the modern world as society came together, their tusks are usually viewed with respect. Something to decorate and customize (they dont stop growing!), giving a kind of thanks to their tusks for historically having played a big part in their diet and survival in the past.

Speaking of diet, while they are omnivorous like all elves, they do lean more herbivorous! Many of the groups and places youll find that are orc heavy and orc-led will have an extra care and appreciation for the plants around them.

Unfortunately, I'm still workshopping the societal and cultural parts of high elves and most of my variants. I know where I want everything to end up and some overarching beats of the world, but I get caught up focusing more on speculative fantasy biology and not getting deep into how society would build up, what cultures would be made, and how it eventually all comes together in a modern fantasy setting with magic and technology together and with people from any kind of variant of person being able to be found anywhere withoit surprise, and for it not to be at all unusual to see people that dont fit neatly into any one variant label. That is a hugeee run on sentence lmao.

But ive had this fantasy world in my head for years and try to be very intentional in building a world without colonialism and implying any one variation of person is better or different or good or evil or whatever. It's all just people! I especially want to do right by orcs since tolkein's popularization of them is written as a blatent racist "barbaric" caricature of Black people. Now as I type that I realize I havent drawn any Black high elves! I should fix that. In the meantime heres a couple of orcs ive drawn in the past. Thank you for asking I Loveeee rambling about my fantasy stuff always and forever!!! I hope it's interesting!!!

[miss-anachronism]

It’s exam season, and you know what that means! I’m procrastinating by writing fic!

I dont think this one will go on ao3 (maybe it will idk). It’s also not beta read so if theres any horrid mistakes uhhh. Ignore

Tags: fem!Merlin/Sonja, character study, Sonja & Nara

Content warnings: corpses. Lots of corpses. Shipwrecks. Dismembered body parts. Etc, etc.

Fic under the cut!

Sonja usually finds these calm mornings peaceful. After the rattling of last night’s storm, the horrible whistling of the winds and the rumbling thunder that wouldn’t let her sleep, the respite seems like a reset, or sorts. The smell of the rain, the chill in the air; it does much to soothe her racing nerves. Today, she is glad for that comfort; she breathes in those salty winds, seeking for absolution.

The beach is littered in corpses.

It’s not uncommon. After a storm of that magnitude, and so soon following a shipwreck, it's completely normal for the sea to dredge up debris and bodies alike, washing them up on Rustport’s shore like a cat dragging a dead rat back to its owner.

A few Whispers have gathered on the beach as per usual, shooing away any scavengers searching for treasure, covering each body for later identification. Sonja watches a pair of them pull a bloated corpse up on shore, its ghastly face and mismatched body marking it as a Graveborn. For them, identification is near hopeless. They are bundled up and buried without a name.

Raking the beach for bodies is well above Sonja’s pay grade. It’s probably one of the least glamorous jobs that the Carmine Whispers handle, trying to match body parts together, pulling bloated, waterlogged corpses onto the shore. She knows that Tesio never bothered himself with this. And yet, every time there’s a storm, she finds herself drawn here. Drawn to the stench of rotting flesh mixed with salt, drawn to the pale, bloated bodies hidden among the beached wreckage.

A severed arm sits in front of Sonja, the stiff fingers gently swaying in the soft push and pull of the ocean. Small, surgical threads still cling to the severed stub, though they no longer hold the broken flesh together. A Graveborn’s remains.

Sonja takes a step forward, and gently prods at the hand with the tip of her cane. The sharp point forces the fingers to unfurl, revealing the pale, purplish palm.

Nara had a small scar near her thumb on her right hand. This hand is unblemished.

Sonja sighs.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand a split second before she hears the slight shuffling of sand behind her, followed by a quiet cough. Sonja furrows her brow. There's only one person who can sneak up on her so effectively- and only one person brave enough to try. She looks over her shoulder.

All of the Hypogeans and monsters she’s fought, all the enemies that have fallen at her feet, all of the trials she's withstood and mastered… and yet, Magister Merlin’s greatest rival is still early mornings.

Anne blinks blearily at Sonja, seeming as if she’s struggling to keep her eyes open. She shudders in the sharp sea breeze, hugging the wool cardigan she’s hastily thrown on tighter around her body. Her white dress flutters in the wind, revealing leather boots that haven’t even been properly tied. Her brow furrows as the wind aggressively snatches at the few stray hairs that havent been caught into a tangled updo.

“You look horrible,” Sonja mutters dryly. It’s not even true. Anne rolls her eyes.

“Good morning to you too.”

“What are you doing up?”

Anne’s gaze falls to her feet. She digs the toe of her boot into the sand, watching as it dips with the pressure.

“Lucca told me you were dredging up bodies. I thought you might like… an expert opinion, of sorts.” She glances back up to Sonja with a tight, strained smile.

Sonja can’t find the energy to find the humour in her little joke. She sighs, and turns back to the water. She hears the sand shuffle as Anne moves to stand next to her, joining her in quiet contemplation.

The waves gently lap up against the beach, softly kissing the sand before they retreat, shy once more. The hand gets pulled with them, beginning to drift out into the open seas once more.

Sonja skewers the palm with the tip of her cane, and drags it back onto shore.

“Well, doc,” she sighs, gently nudging the limb off the sharp point with the toe of her boot, “what do you suggest we do with all of… these? Is there a protocol for burying unknown Graveborn?”

Anne purses her lips. “I don’t think so. Really, the same you’d do with all your other unidentified dead. Though some places take… precautions. Manacle the hands, put heavy rocks on top of the coffins… just in case. You know, they come back.”

“Seems cruel,” Sonja mutters. To come alive in one of those coffins, to push against not only layers of dirt, but rocks, pressing the lid in, splintering the wood, splinters digging into your fingers as you try to claw your way out- Nara always hated splinters, she’d try to hide them from Sonja because she hated getting them pulled out so much-

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Sonja tilts her head towards the Whispers raking the beach. They’re still a ways away, preoccupied trying to sort through a large pile of wreckage, what looks like the remains of a mast.

Slowly, she inches her hand towards Anne’s. Their fingers brush. Anne isn't wearing her gloves today, her skin is cold in the chilly morning air. Her fingers unfurl, slowly intertwining with Sonja’s.

“We’ll give them a sea burial. Somewhere a little further from the coast, and in proper coffins. The… estranged limbs can be cremated, and the ashes spread, or sunk, in the same place.”

Anne hums, eyes glued to the horizon. “I like that. If there’s one thing I’ve come to learn about sailors, it's that they prefer to embrace in death the waters they struggled against in life.”

Out of everything, it’s that that draws a soft chuckle out of Sonja. She catches herself quickly, shooting another rapid glance to the Whispers to ensure they aren’t paying apt attention. They aren’t- though with Anne, she isn’t so lucky.

”What?” The great Merlin asks, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Nothing,” Sonja mutters, willing her face to lie flat again, “you just have… a very poetic way of seeing the world.”

Anne huffs and glances away, suddenly bashful. “In a good way, I hope,” she mutters, failing to hide her grin.

”Of course,” Sonja mutters, rubbing her thumb across the grooves of the rose on her cane. “Dura knows we could use some poetry around here.”

“Oh, there’s poetry everywhere, if you look for it,” Anne sighs, resting her head on the soft fur that covers Sonja’s cloak.

“Is that so?” Sonja mutters, allowing herself to enjoy the soft weight on her shoulder.

Anne hums in agreement, but she doesn’t offer up any more explanation. Maybe she doesn't need one. Sonja doesn’t read much poetry, but she has to admit there is something rhythmic in how the waves lick at the corpses on the beach, how Anne’s thumb gently rubs across her knuckles, how the muddled voices of the Whispers seem to merge and mingle with the harsh caws of the seagulls.

“She’d have loved you.”

Sonja isn’t sure what happened between the thought forming and the words leaving her lips.

”Nara would have?” Anne asks. The words float in the air as if the wind is trying to convince them to stay.

“Yes. She was always asking me to tell her stories. You have so many… and such a way of telling them. She’d listen to you for hours, I… I know it.”

She can picture it so clearly. Nara, curled up in a blanket on the floor of Anne’s library, a mug of cocoa in her hands. Anne in her chair, a pile of storybooks beside her, parsing through them to find just the right one, something with a brave princess who befriends the dragon instead of killing it. Nara would listen to half of it, and then take off part way through, narrating her own ending, describing in detail how each character would get their happy endings, or comeuppance, if they deserved it. Anne’s eyes would crinkle at the sides as she grinned, nodding along, agreeing in the end that yes, Nara’s version was much better, and they should just go with that. They’d never get through a single book. Anne would help Nara write her own.

“You’re looking for her, aren’t you?”

Sonja presses her eyes closed, tight as they can go, until little lights begin to dance behind her eyelids. “Yes,” she whispers, “of course I am.”

The waves lap against the shore. Once, twice. A bell rings somewhere deep in Rustport. The wind picks up, carrying the voices of her subordinates with it.

“Well,” Anne mutters, gently giving Sonja’s hand a squeeze before slowly loosening her grip, “she’s not here, so we’re sitting ducks. I suppose you’ve combed everything West of here?”

“I… yes,” Sonja confirms. Anne’s hand slips out of hers, leaving her palm sharply cold in her absence.

“So we go East,” Anne concludes. “The two of us can move faster than the poor souls who have to collect the bodies.”

“… you don’t have to help.”

“I guess not. Parsing through corpses is a bit of a poor date idea.” She presses a finger to the corner of her mouth, as if in deep thought. “Treat me to damedangler tonight, and we’ll call it even.”

There’s something serene about how Anne’s hair flows in the wind, how her voice seems to chime in time with the breeze, how the bags under her eyes seem lighter in the morning sun.

“Deal,” she says, the word leaving her before she can think about it. Anne smiles at her, sad but true, and offers her hand. “Okay,” she whispers. “Let’s go find her.”

And what can Sonja do but let herself be pulled along?

[squishranger]

AT LAST SEVERAL MONTHS OF BRAINROT COME TO FRUITION

here's a carrd for all tptmers who want to meet some Fun New Girls That I Made (it defaults you to the first girl, but the button leading to the second one is at the bottom... and at the bottom of the second girl's page... is a button leading back to the first! careful not to get stuck in an infinite loop.)

EDIT: OH GOD ITS SO UGLY ON MOBILE. USE YOUR COMPUTER PLEASE

the full designs, transcripts and screenshots of the carrd for mobile users, and other such ramblings are under the cut

REVERIE GIRL , she/they/cloud/dream/star/whatever suits your fancy, wants the world to spin both faster and slower than it does... if she had the gumption, they'd have everything she wanted by now, but they tend to only have the energy to lay in bed and think about lost times. she's a nostalgiacore girlie and she has little else to go off of in terms of defining who she is. (star's... basically just a self-insert.)

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JOURNAL TRANSCRIPT: ohhhh my god what am i doing . i cant keep living like this. like its not even living im not even doing anything every morning i wake up and i regret i regret waking up i dont want to wake up but how am i ever supposed to live if i cant do anything other than stare at the ceiling and pretend things are better than they are ??? at this point i'd rather give up. live in my daydream forever with my friends and my cat whos been dead for like two years now i think but i wanna go back to her i wanna go somewhere else. i havent given a shit about reality in fucking forever im so done with it but some part of me wants to live. maybe even get out of my fucking parents house. get a job learn to drive be a person or something. but i'm so stuck. i just hurt all the time. i dont know what part of my heart to follow. i dont know what to do. i can't just go back to bed this time i can't…. i can't…. i always tell myself that and then i do. i need to make up my mind.

CARRIER GIRL, she/he/they/it, has been abandoned by everyone who ever loved her. though she lives a generally stable life, it's a distinctly lonely one, and it isn't enough for her. there is something yet to be fulfilled. some kind of desire. she only wants to feel as loved as she once was.

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JOURNAL TRANSCRIPT: hello blog!! i got myself an iced matcha latte from my favorite local cafe today! it was really good. but it like, it got me thinking… will any little treat i buy myself ever make me feel better about how freakin' lonely i am?? man, i dunno why i started thinking like that… i get matcha all the dang time. so often they're starting to feel more like breadcrumbs. i think it'd taste like something again if i shared it with someone. i think i peaked in high school. that was when i had friends and before all that awful stuff happened and yeah maybe i wasn't doing great but i had people. and then they all went to college or got married or had babies or something and… augh!! i can't be bitter!! they're living their best life… just… without me. and now every time i reach out i get brushed off, pushed away… i want someone who won't leave me. will i ever have someone who won't leave me? maybe i won't. maybe i should just accept that. everyone always leaves. i've been nothing but kind to people, i really think that, so what am I doing wrong? ohh boy this one really spiraled outta control didn't it… sorry ;-; i'm just gonna save it and go think for a bittt….

THIS WAS A VERY FUN EXERCISE for character design and branching out with my art style (i did in fact draw both of these characters.. it's probably pretty obvious but i tried to make them look like they were sorta drawn in different styles like the canon girls bc it's cool i think. if that makes sense JSDFJSDF) and coming up with metaphors, i actually had so many other girl ideas that got scrapped for one reason or another, and only two came out unscathed... there may be more... in the future... as for songs, i don't know if that'll ever happen. i have most of the tools, aside from voice synth, so i'd probably just use my own voice. which might be CRINGEEE (ironic statement) so we'll see how that goes!! ^^' don't... don't count on it...

[midnight-stormm]

I often think about c!sapnap last moments on the SMP land and how he and george die together. He dies protecting george as a faithful knight and george being his king even though he knows the title was stripped from him.

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Sapnap hears the sirens echoing all around him and the vibration on the ground. He runs out of his dojo not knowing what's going on. The birds all in a group flying past with fast wings, seemingly alarm and running away from whatever is happening south of him.

Everything felt quiet as a sense of life forms. no sign of karl even though he havent seen him in months. No sign of tina and he starts to panic but all he could think about is protecting george.

He frantically running over to the house where george is sleeping at. Constantly tripping over his combat boot and feeling the heaviness of his enchantment armor weighing him down with each step but he doesnt care. All he cares about is getting to george as soon as possible.

He kicks down the door and runs up the stairs, feeling the place shake around him, the knick knacks and old picture frames tumbling onto the hard wooden floor. He heaves his way upstairs, pushing the door open and he sees george sleeping form on a wooden bed and immediately crowds him.

Shaking george awake would prove useless given that he hasnt woken up in months.

So many frantic thoughts plague his mind and with a strong grip, sapnap pulls george into his arms, holding his body close to him.

He doesn't know what to do, things was happening too fast for his brain to even register. Items tumbling over the old wooden desk. Cracks are starting to form in the corner of the walls. The window shatters, from the heavy rumbling sending shards of glass to spew everywhere.

He continues to protect george, He can feel his older friend's soft breath against his neck and the small rhythmic thumps of his heart beat and focuses on that.

Sapnap knows something is wrong. This was a different siren use compare to the one when dream escaped the pandora vault. If it wasnt a given fact that it feels like an earthquake is happening, a sudden countdown is heard starting from 10.

With george in his grasp, he moves them both to sit under a table and tries to calm himself down, his breathing drawn out in small gasp and wheezes. he needs to stay strong and nothing works and whatever is happening, the tremendous rumbling that shaking his home, his kingdom; this was the end.

Sapnap squeeze George's form and shuts his eyes, hearing the countdown strike down from three to two and to one and everything becomes a blur. A ringing hits his ears, he quickly shuts his eyes, wincing at the pain and all he sees is whiteness surrounds him.

The last thing he feels is a soft movement from against his chest and a warm hand place against his cheek before he meets darkness.