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I AGREE WITH THAT ANON- MOTH COAT!
I saw the tags on that post and now wanna see FL reacting to us wearing Tartar’s coat. It’s only our head poking out and we’d be swallowed up in it if we tucked our head in. They look like tripping hazards too not gonna lie-
AND we could flutter the coat + shake the fluff on the collar and make it look like we’re mimicking his wings and neck floof! He’d be SO happy if he saw us trying to copy him! We are honorary moth to him :’3
MOTH COAT MOTH COAT MOTH COAT!!!!!!
alright alright consider: you wearing Childe's Harbinger coat, and then Foul Legacy wrapping his wings around us- you're going to be SO toasty and warm!! because he's taller than you even in human form you look very much like a puffball when you're wearing his coat, your head poking out amongst the soft fur collar, a cheeky grin on your face. Foul Legacy practically warbles when he sees you all bundled up, excitedly poking the coat here and there and snuggling his face against your cheek- you're like him now, all fluffy and cozy!!! he pulls you closer, claws sinking into the fabric of the coat, and wraps both his arms and wings around you, essentially caging you in a comfy moth embrace with a happy, rumbling purr
the most adorable thing ever is seeing you and Legacy stand next to each other, one wrapped in a pair of glittery wings and the other in a thick winter coat. sometimes you look up at Foul Legacy and shake the sides of the cloak to mimic how his wings flitter and twitch, drawing a delighted chirp from your beloved Abyssal moth as he flutters his sparkling wings in return. when he's bored he also bats at the dangling ornaments hanging from the coat, fascinated by how the light reflects off the metal and gems; or he snuggles into the collar, burying his face in the soft fluff the same way you nuzzle into his after a long day
you're debating if you should ask Childe for two more copies of his Harbinger cloak, one smaller and one larger
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#chit chat#anon#hey hey look at the tags again hi#what if we get foul legacy his own harbinger cloak#he deserves one!!! technically he's a harbinger!!!#or childe gets you one and brings you along to the meetings#harbinger qualifications: cool coat#also sidenote i was feeling really anxious tonight and then i saw a funny video and started cackling#and now i'm feeling a lot better :) not sure how long it'll last but it's something!!#short scenario#other's stuff#good evening :)#FAVE
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Maybe i SHOULD draft out my ‘Clark is a SuperPlant’ propaganda post
#chattin#due to. recent tags that resonated w me#im already someone that loathes the ‘theyre completely alien AND they conveniently look AND function exactly the same as a human’ trope#esp when they have the nerve to make them PROCREATE w humans wo any defects whatsoever#ur lying ur unimaginative u suck !!!!#so my compromise is always like#fine. the point is that they have to blend in very well. i will concede on that front#but god as my witness i will make him so fucked up internally.#u should xray him and see a fucking mess of organs pumping in bizarre places#things that let him see things w a microscopic lens#things that let him exist in a vacuum bc he doesnt need to Breathe#u should get him in a red sun room and realize hes still able to exist unharmed in a vacumm and go hey man. what the fuck .#going to reach max tags bc i never seem to behave myself no matter what im yelling about#i need bruce to sit down and finally read whatever kryptonian text is floating around#and realize clark- despite his mammalian appearance- is far more linked to plants than anything else#a plant w TEETH and EYES and somehow became a predator instead of staying as a plant#HOWWW did u evolve into what u are now? what did ur ancestors look like??? a daisy???#if u look at any kryptonian species youd see that all of them behave like clark- like they all evolved in a similar way#saw a post (i GOTTA find it again) that said that clark is brownskinned which seems a little silly when u compare it to human melanin#but that sunlight makes for a healthy kryptonian and their skin will show it#and paleskinned kryptonians are seeking out more sun and starving for it. like. ouuuu.#i wont add that to my own hcs but its that kinda shit i love sooo much#get so caught up on trying to make him human in ur eyes that u end up misunderstanding him entirely#love him#xenobio#for tagging
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made a pact with @bad12amcomic to make a birthday joel piece along with @sillyfairygarden and @kunehokki, hope you enjoy my silly messy sketch lol
#i cant believe his birthday finally got me around to making a maid dress fit for mcyt again#and a combo of “hey wouldnt it be funny”#smallishbeans#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans fanart#mcyt#hermitcraft#traffic series#trafficblr#well#uh#crows art stash#im tagging this properly but please dont look at me alkdjslda#carrions block art
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I thought Tumblr might like this one
#hey guyssss...........ahah...#i awkwardly address my folowers every couple months to go “hey guess who changed fandoms again tee hee”#im so sorry but also im not because this is what you signed up for. you saw my 40 titles-long fandom list.#anyways time to add the weird gravity falls doomed yaoi to my hyperfixations. sigh.#if anyone can anaylise some shit i put in there and the meaning behind it they get a cookie#meaning so obscure I wasn't even able to explain it to my best friend HAHA#there's a reference in there i dont expect ANYONE to get. but oh well i can always hope heheheh#OKAY enough rambling what are you doing in the tags#camma the drawer#gravity falls#billford#?#bill cipher#stanford pines#gravity falls ford#gravity falls bill#gf ford#gf bill cipher#gf standford#ughhh guys look at my comfort character *points to egomaniac tyrant who almost killed my favorite characters and tried his damnest to do so*#bbbbye
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#aitsf#ai the somnium files#aini#nirvana initiative#kaname date#hitomi sagan#chip art#hey wtf is their ship name#hitodate#???#datomi#i hate my life#tags are aini spoilers pls look away#anyway can we think about dates reasons for putting on the mask#and what that meant for his mental state and relationships at the time#how he intentionally used the face of That Guy again and how that distanced him from his previous life#and on top of that he started avoiding hitomi#there is something rattling up there in my brain
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Phone games
#i miss them. :(#ok so the thing is with drawing B is that he never looks like himself until I draw his glasses#so I keep worrying abt if I've fucked up until I add them and he IMMEDIATELY looks like himself#I could talk about how Lisa and Enoch kinda parallel B and A if you squint a lil but I think thats kinda a stretch#was mostly going off of the fact B and L are both trying to keep up with someone occupied with the future#that dies before them and also how if u invert L and E's eye colours you get a green n a yellow-y colour#but I am grabbing at dust with it really#also new brush test again. I am anything but consistant#hey since both B and A have a really similar sprite pose does that mean he's trying to imitate him a lil?#also what should Lisa/Tiph's emoji be? I like to put character emojis together whenever I draw them interacting#maybe a bow?#eh sure. I can change it later#stars are B/H btw#🎀🌠#normal tag time:#art#k draws art stuff#original art#digital art#fanart#lobotomy corporation#lobcorp#benjamin lobcorp#lisa lobcorp
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usually my drawings are notoriously inconsistent, but this time around i'm having a lot of fun building and sticking to stricter ideas of what i want everyone to look like. some agents (and herbert jumpscare) for practice
pushing the pudgy penguin shape can be a little difficult, considering the shape constraint unless you want to go full. whatever CPI did, which i don't personally. but apart from general build, you can get a good amount of diversity out of beak size+shape, feet size+shape, the shape+thickness/thinness of the strip of white that comes from the beak
#club penguin#puffle handler#rookie club penguin#jet pack guy#dot the disguise gal#gary the gadget guy#herbert p bear#honestly i don't know what tags people use i'll figure it out#stoppy.png#anyways hey! great to see people are alive here! hi again#i love making refs like this because the process is just like#moving all the sliders around on a character creation screen#why yes i did get indecisive over whether things looked better two pixels to the left or right! thanks
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Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker
Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.
This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩
My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.
#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me???#there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now#and its only mildly angsty#and still sexy imo#yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k?#i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground#and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back#and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity#jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck#lnds#love and deepspace#lads#l&ds#love & deepspace#zayne#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#Dawnbreaker#db!zayne#zayne dawnbreaker#art of kay
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@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.
#my art#this is how I think theyd present themselves either in person or in headspace. the slouchers <3#sifs outfit is simple; the boots i always give them (but with star laces for funsies); loose sweater; simple pants#the pants are Meant to be jeans but isat doesnt Specifically Have Jeans so. theyre just Pants.#the sweater is slightly looser bc sif doesnt seem like a Form Fitting Clothes kinda guy to me but hes Trying to be more open#on particularly good days theyll roll the sleeves up or wear a sleeveless one methinks#even if everyone Knows abt the self-harm scars its hard to Look at them.#i also associate them being more open with them not wearing an eyepatch. esp bc hes the only one of the three to go without it#for mal (or 'ami' as i like to call it) i wanted smth reminiscent of a mourning outfit bc mal du pays means homesickness#and i picked 'ami' as a nickname bc ami means friend :] at least according to my basic translator. i dont speak french <3#ami's outfit being dark is also reminiscent of the inversion thing its got going on in canon.#ik the veil is starred in the original but i think ami would want the fewest reminders of home. on account of The Issues#(actually if i can come back to sifs laces sif also has issues with reminders of it bc of the memory loss but the shoelaces are His Choice—#—which gives them a form of control over it and they can keep it subtle or undo it if he wants. which makes it easier)#anyway. i put amis hair in an updo and smoothed the hat bc i think ami wants to be Unremarkable. Unknown. so it keeps its silhouette Simple#(it still keeps the pins. theres smth comforting abt them. they shine like stars and theyre not stars and theyre not Home. but theyre You.)#and i kept the long hair i gave loop. dont ask me why its so long when the canon hair is short. maybe their hair kept growing over the loop#OH and i drew ami in a side profile bc Silhouette and also bc i think itd make an effort to keep people away from its blind spot#andddd i think thats about it? plus i actually managed to keep this one within a reasonable timeframe.#if their hair changes lengths/the proportions change between drawings. no they dont 💛 peace and love and body craft#OH AND YOU FINALLY GET TO SEE WHAT I MEAN ABT SIFS BOOTS BC THESE ARE THE BOOTS I GAVE THEM ON MY REGULAR DESIGN ARENT THEY NEAT#i did actually try to give sif a different font but nothing Works for them like the pixel font. i cant explain it.#i think 'ami' would be a nickname that mira gives it. bc. shes Fantasy French. and its a sort of 'youre more than your yearning/loss' thing#me every time i think abt sifstem: yeah they just rotate in my head. nothing major#me every time i talk abt sifstem: oh hey im almost at tag limit again#au Good what can i say
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*yeets this and runs*
My hand regrets my decision to try for more realistic wings, frankly
Transcriptions:
Mabel Pines - Steller's Jay
Dipper Pines - Blue Jay
fledglings
can't quite fly yet
wing's aren't adult-sized yet
Dipper often forgets to preen
Mabel likes to put glitter in her wings (and Dipper's, when possible)
Dipper collects his primaries to make quill pens
Mabel collects their feathers for crafting
Yeah so I'm just gonna drop this here and uhhhhh run, thanks for checking this, and I hope you have a good day
(program: krita; time taken: about 1 hr 45 minutes)
#eggin creatin'#dipper pines#mabel pines#gravity falls#first time drawing for gravity fallsa nd it's. it's a wing au. bro I've never drawn these characters before in my life but the VISION#they preen each other's wings your honor#they're gonna have tails btw I just. completely forgot them#basically with wings you get them from one parent or the other#twins often have the same kind of wings#not sure about the specifics as far as like. subspecies go#but anyway#dipper and mabel are both jays#their mother and father were probably jays#shermie was (is??) a raven his wife was a jay#ford and stan are magpies#filbrick was a magpie caryn was a raven#tldr the pines family consists of various corvids and that explains their penchant for trouble mischief and also family-motivated violence#hey fun fact magpies and some other corvids will teach their families to hate you if you upset them enough#just sayin man bill better stay dead#anyway yeah also mabel having steller's jay wings was solely because steller sounds like stellar#as in stars#and she's. well. shooting star and all that#as for dipper being a blue jay look man blue jays and pine trees they're just inseparable in my mind#there's something to be said about the stan twins and avarice/stubbornness/grudges I think and. magpies are kind of. stubborn critters#who also collect many shiny#and are oddly ride-or-die. also the aforementioned grudges#welcome to my au where all the explanation is in the tags#I'm just rambling now honestly#putting off actually watching gravity falls#yeah that's right folks it's wtst all over again I'm making stuff for a series I haven't watched/played yet!
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each other's world, torn apart
minecraft end poem as a conversation between two broken brothers.
(@hoverboards-and-dragons heyyyyy)
#help me i fear i will be attacked for this#i said 'hey ive done something' to arrow and gave no context#great start notos well done#but yeah i read the end of the poem and just. imagined them talking to each other / reuniting in some strange way with this#and i needed to get it out. since i should be asleep but who cares brainrot sure doesnt#trying to make the fact i tag arrow every time seem casual like hey. its me again. you knew this was coming but hi.#arrow's archangels#hazbin hotel#hazbin lucifer#hazbin michael#notosart#drawing session scribbles#dont look at me i had to check the poem order like 20 times before being confident enough to post i do not trust myself#ignoring all the rest of the poem btw. just. the conversation at the end. i must blorbo-ify#sorry if this is weird it will happen again#cheers to my scribbling handwriting. even more if you can read it lmaooooooo
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they're gym buddies :)
#total drama fanart#hey. fuck you. [makes lightning the most beautiful boy in canada]#he and his dad had a lot of heart to hearts and learned about toxic masculinity and high expectations and now hes doing a lot better#still completely full of himself but hes earned it#i like to think lightning and lindsay met thru modelling#and now they meet up sometimes at the same flashy expensive gym to hang out and motivate each other#(its mostly lindsay cheering him on unnecessarily and lightning talking endlessly about muscle groups n calorie loads while she spaces out)#tyler has top surgery scars but hes always been kinda lithe so the incisions were small#if i were a better artist i'd draw in his extremely tacky goatee sorry tyler fans ive failed you#ALSO IM SO SORRY I WANTED TO GIVE HIM A GOLD STREAK TO MATCH LINDSAY#BUT INSTEAD I MADE HIM LOOK LIKE EGORAPTOR IM SORRY TYLER FANS IVE FAILED YOU#i like to imagine these three have so much positive energy and its an endless positive feedback loop between the three of them#tyler always wanting to get good at new sports and lightning encouraging him and getting excited about new maneuvers#and lindsay getting excited to try something new and tyler being super supportive even if she bombs and it goes on and on forever#every time i scroll up from these tags i get flashbanged by egoraptor again#total drama lightning#total drama tyler#total drama lindsay#frenchfries frenchfries
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Once again thinking about all those layers and how nice it would be to get under them
#pete#implied peterick but still gonna tag it#peterick#lets talk about sEX WITH CLOTHES ON HELL YEAAAAHHHH BROTHER#whos with me on this#look at his lil tummy#i always wanna tag body parts so people arent jumpscared but i think that could get the post taken down again soooooo#this one contains a rooster and uhhh seamen#that doesnt seem helpful but hey it can be a one time joke#perhaps two times if i later forget i said it which is entirely possible#anyways heres pete#art
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BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary
"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.
Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.
One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.
Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.
The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.
Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?
A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.
But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.
As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.
The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.
Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.
"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.
"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.
But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.
"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.
"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."
Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.
"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?
Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...
"Hey, are you okay?"
The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.
"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.
But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?
The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.
The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.
"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"
"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.
The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.
It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.
Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.
Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"
Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.
"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"
"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.
"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.
"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."
"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.
While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.
"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.
The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.
The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.
A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.
That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.
The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.
Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.
It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.
It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.
Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?
The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.
"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.
Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.
Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.
He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.
Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.
A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.
It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.
Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.
Like a mouse to a snake.
This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.
The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?
Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.
His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.
A STARTLING RINGING;
Splits the moment,
Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,
As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.
Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.
"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"
Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.
Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.
"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"
Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.
"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.
Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .
As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.
The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.
"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.
"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."
The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.
"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."
"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.
He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.
#NO TAGS ON THIS ONE BC WELL. IM SHY. IM TAKING A BIG LEAP JUST BY ALLOWING U TO REBLOG THIS. IF IT BREAKS CONTAINMENT THATS UR FAULT.#i unfortunately suffer from the disease of 'i hate everything i write the day after i write it' BUT IM GETTING TREATED#I WILL NOT BE HAUNTED BY THIS WEAKNESS FOREVER. AND HEY LOOK THIS IS THE FIRST ACTUAL FIC BIT IVE EVER FINISHED..#ITS SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!! AND BY JOBE I WILL BE PROUD EVEN IF I HATE IT.#i dont always need to be the one who likes my art bc i know Someone out there will always enjoy it.#and to that someone i say: omg thankyou i LOOOOVEE YOUUUUUU!!!!!#JUST DELETED A WHOLE RAMBLE I JUST HAD ABT NERVOUS DISCLAIMERS FOR MY ART BUT I DONT NEED EM!!#GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT. ANYWAY. so emizel and soda huh#THEYRE SO CUTE TOGEEHTERRRR TEEHEHEHEHEEEE they are the homies that kiss eachother goodnight like CMON#but uhh so hey your bestest friend in da world just got turned into a freaky creature thing that eats ppl#ieah yknowthe guy that u care about alot that u had to watch get bled out by another freaky creature thing in an alleyway#yeaaah and you were super hurt and weak and stupid and u couldnt do jack nor shit to help him#what was i talking about again. RIGHT so hes even cooler now bc he cant die n hes super strong n his arms can be knives. sometimes.#but also he can eat people now. and sometimes he cant stop himself from eating people. and thats kinda scary. but in a cool way.#but also in a disturbing way. but also in an interesting way?but also in a freaky way.the feelings ARE MIXED!!!ATLEAST I THINK THEY WOULD B#okay again i havnt listened to the suckening ina bit. so its been a minute since i absorbed their personalities. i could be misreading or#misremembering or misconstruing or mischaracterizing or WHATEVER. i think the confusion carries its intended effect#LOSING MY TRAIN O THOUGHT. anyway i love soda n emizel i hope they get locked in a saw trap together or somethign. for enrichment.#TALOS GRANT ME THE STRENGHT TO POST MY CREATIONS ON LINE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHH!!!!!!!
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android sex drive is just "i have to build something (an android) right now" and getting really worked up about it
#saw veilders tags and then my brain thought of this#okay sure all androids are ace but#markus looking at north and being like ugh can we um. build a barricade right now#north: what#markus: i have to make something immediately come on let's go#north: i HAVE the PARTS for what you're feeling why don't we-#markus: i know what i want. you. me. barricade#connor just gradually feeling like he needs to build an android at work#(oh shit maybe that traci scene was sexual???)#Connor's gripping onto his desk like shit. he starts making origami#connor daydreaming about putting that damn traci back together#Hank: Hey Connor have you-#Connor: Shh. I'm reconstructing a case right now#that's so yuck sorry alsjdgwkksdg#OH NO KARA AND LUTHER kara: luther i want to make another Alice#luther:#kara:#luther: we don't have the parts#kara: i want to make SOMETHING#markus and simon wanting to build an android together and so they break into the CyberLife warehouse again#echo and ripple wanting to build an android but instead they end up building a car???#haha connor ur so disgusting#but he's not he's just a normal android with Build An Android Needs#dbh#dbh headcanons#mine
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hc that Iris was the one who got him his jacket
#pokemon#champion iris#elite four drayton#theyre siblings ur honour ofc shes gonna make fun of him lmfaooo#anyways#yeah i had to open up b2 again to head back to nimbasa to look for the trainer names in the stadium#infielder connor is a legit trainer/player in game so hey another small hc#that drayton watches baseball and connor is his fave player#but hey yeah hahaha#also#idk in this i imagine dray being around 14 while iris is around 17#but oughghgh lowkey wanna write angst abt them now...#your honour pls chdnbfdn#them...#i really want iris to be the older one between them pls i want it to be canon so so bad#bw3 pls give me their dynamics chdnbfdn#dragon siblings#art tag#tumblr pls let this show up in the tags#pokemon hcs
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