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punmasterbaku · 24 days ago

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Scaled Justice - [Prologue]

After so long, I've finally gone out my way to smash out this piece. Hope y'all enjoy what been waiting for. TW: Light Cursing

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Dull unpleasant feeling washed over Glitch. Well... that's the name he thought he was called. Lying aimlessly against an invisible force of darkness floating away. An abyss of sorts surrounded him as were his memories hazy, no recollection of how many days faded by. Not even his own past... Where he was from. His yellowy-red eyes gaze confusedly around his surroundings, nothing but emptiness. Greyish-black rays twitched against the top of his head as the coldness of the room brew around him. A hand brushed the bridge of his nose, adjusting the glasses that sat there. His right side blurry as he tried recalling his actions before this.

“Ugh, what happened?” “Why am I here?” “How long has it been?” millions of questions with no way of finding answers. Thoughts scattered Glitch's mind, before long sounds of footsteps chilled through the room. Admits darkness, an island of sorts illuminated a secluded area. Glassy ductile gold reflected ones soul. His chest tightened at the very sight, tugging his shirt a little in his grasp. Shaking the jolt, Glitch hoisted himself, brushing the dust of his sweater. Red as a rose, soft material matching the hue of his eyes. Over it, wore a black coat around his shoulders, the lapel lined with a bright yellow down to the waist.

Picking up the pace to the distant clatter, the noise grew louder as did uneasiness arise. His scarf waving faster with each passing movement he took. From afar, it look to be some sort of yard glistening with variously tall Closing into what looked to be the entrance, he recognised the glowing candles that sat on top the ends of weighted plates. Each held to a perfect balance attached to a triangular rod, circular orbs each end keeping it stable to a tea.

Glitch pondered at their designs, sliding a hand against one of their frames. The coldness from the gold-plated pillars gave a sense of familiarity from such ancient masterpieces. He glances down a padded path, floating plates of stone leading down a secreted pattern. From where he was, he could tell this was the ‘Entrance’ to some realm. The abyss behind him surrounding such enchanting and mystical structures couldn't help but venture.

Prodding down the path, each scale had a particular shape to them., emblems of sorts like a Ying/Yang. He had knowledge of such things before but seeing with his own eyes brought a smile to his face. His posture straightened as he wondered ever so slowly through this unknown place.

With each step, the footsteps echoed left to right. Was hard to depict the exact location. He motioned himself close to one particular scale, feeling some sort of connection with the peculiar structure. Dark streaks of black cracks loomed over the edges and down the sides of the scale. A gradient mixture between gold and midnight blue lingered the base. Brushing his hand over the sides, he fiddled with the scale disk, a cold touch against his fingers. His mind was intrigued with each part, analysing with big interest. Too deep in thought, he didn’t sense the presence lingering behind him. A distant glare through the murkiness, ominous steps closed in on Glitch, still unaware the suspension alluding not far from him.

"So you’re the new one, how unfortunate" a deep chilling voice emerged from the depths behind Glitch. The tone detached yet unemotional with a sentimental authority. Alerted, Glitch swung his body round, arms raised, fists clasped into a defensive position. Narrow eyes met with sharp mono, heterochromia ones. Half a splitting canary yellow with the other an Egyptian blue shade, similar to his own. They seemed to be the same species as himself however cracks covered parts their dark-grey faceplates. A suit worn with a watch locket against his breast pocket. A strange feeling gloomed over that particular item, a sense of strong power illuminating. Glitch furrowed his brows, lips tightening with nothing to say. A suspiciousness loomed between them, only the sounds of metal chimed and clanked the area. Something about them felt 'familiar' to Glitch but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what...

"Are you going to just stand there or tell me your name boy?" the man crossed his arms, finger tapping the edge of his elbow impatiently. Glitch shook out his little trance like state, hesitantly looking up to the individual. They weren’t much taller than him but still didn't shake the intimidation off his shoulders. Reluctant to answer Glitch sighed, placing his clenched hands into his coat pockets.

"I-it's...Glitch" "That's it? I thought as much, after all you did lose your memories after the 'incident'" The man sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. Glitch noticed the others disappointed in their tone as then to realise something.

"wait, incident? What are you talking about?" Glitch remarked, eyes widened in disbelief. "Your world was destroyed remember? After-would you got brought here in the Abyss to have a second chance in life" "so I died" Glitch concluded staring down, dark shadow over his eyes. Paradox on the other hand, mouth hung open, blinking in disbelief. His face contorted in annoyance before facepalming himself, groans and inaudible muffles shaking his head.

"Of course you didn’t die you idiot for scales sake, fine let me explain, my names Paradox and I'm the Deity of Time and Space. I will be your new mentor for your new purpose. You were summoned here for a reason and I'm here to give you that power" Glitch furrowed in confusion, evident enough with uncertainty as to what Paradox was talking about. Though he did sigh with relief, slouching his shoulders down knowing he didn't end up down under.

Glitch took his time digesting the new information, his hand brushing his chin absorbed in the details. He furrowed his brows passing a little in the spot.

"what's the catch? What power could I gain when I don't even have any but this weird coding thing" As Glitch spoke, he summoned a glitched box torn from within the air loading all sorts of binary. The numbers giving anyone a headache if they tried deciphering them. Paradox smirked intrigued with an unsettling chuckle under his breath.

"I bestow you Glitch Void to be the Guardian of Destruction, obtaining the ability to destroy worlds with the flick of a switch. The catch... You must protect all Guardians amongst our Multiverse" Paradox stood firm, arms behind his back as he strode past Glitch, a mere husky whisper yet audible enough to hear. In a moment’s notice, Glitch jolted up, shivers all through his body like static pinching his limbs.

"Wow wow WHAT?!!" Glitch panicked, his mouth quivering in fear and shock, not comprehending the whole situation well. He stared into space as Paradox walked right passed him holding what looked to be some watch of sorts.

"In due time you will learn you'll learn this power and purpose" "but for now, you must meet the others and be one with this Multiverse" " Your Scale has only just Begun" With that, Paradox turned back around watching as a portal to an unfamiliar place opens wide in the open. Shinning some colour to the blackness.

"W-WAIT DONT GO!" Glitch lunged forward, arm forward attempting to grasp onto Paradox’s vest only to fall through the portal of sorts into whole new surroundings. Collapsing to the floor with a loud 'THUMP' he groaned at contact. Lifting his sore body off from the ground, he adjusted his glasses. Somehow, they were still intact after the fall, surprising him.

After tidying himself up. He took notice of his surroundings, after all he did try chasing after Paradox but unfortunately they were nowhere to be seen. He gritted his teeth as he stared down to his hands. He obtained some destructive power but he had a sense of doubt, misfortune that he had to destroy precious worlds. Some reason deep down he felt some attachment to them, he hoped 'one day' to figure it out.

Sighing, he stood firmly analysing everything around him, trees of many colours, blossoms of various species littered the fields. It was like some sort of heavenly garden. Pillars and fences lead down a rocky path. Curious, Glitch picked the pace and followed down the trail. The sweet smell of flowers as the hot rays of the sun beamed down on him felt like something he hadn't felt in years... Made him question how long he was in that realm.

Approaching an end to the path, he spotted a brick water fountain, dainty water poppies and aquatic flowers around the grove. The sites was mesmerising, sparking a sense of calmness and relaxation through his body. Closing into the fountain, he watched as his reflection swirled through the waters it obtained. Glitch eyes grew large, unaware his appearance being so different than what he recalled. Despite a fuzzy memory, small flickers of images flood his mind once in a while. One in particular included his appearance. Whatever happened in his world must have corrupted his coding, that's all he could think.

Without second thought, as he was about to sit up to look around more, a thick green tentacle of sorts slashes cross his face. Fast reflexes, Glitch avoids the impact. The catastrophic damage it could have caused as he looked towards the direction it came from. Glitch peered behind himself, finding himself surrounded by two individuals.

Both skele-tronics of sorts admitting intense power and strength. One wore a dark blue cape of sorts, having similar rays to Glitch but instead a bright dandy yellow colour, an emblem of a sun on his coat gave the impression of a prince of sorts, though his aura gave some positive energy to the room. The other one, a dark lingering power eerie off them, four drippy tentacles of sorts latched from his back as he wore a forest green turtleneck. A black leather restraint harness, strapped around his shoulders to his tights.

Just from one glance, it gave Glitch chills but something else deep down he felt his chest skip a beat. Face slightly flushed a light blue barely visible, but the hot feeling was pretty evident to himself.

"Who are you and how did you get here!!" the one with tentacles threat, walking closer and gripping Glitches collar. He pulled him down with immense strength that he thought falling to his knees.

"Calm down brother I-I'm sure they are new Guardian the uppers have been talking about" the second one tried reassuring, attempts to settle the situation. Sweat dripped nervously against Glitch forehead as he chuckled unintentionally. Lifting his arms up, giving into the confrontation. Taking a deep breath, Glitch slowly pulled himself up from the other, out-strengthening them. With a small grin quickly planting on his face, Glitch soon twisted the figures body over his back into an arm lock. Their head against his knee as was his arm locked and lifted against his torso. The other yelped in pain as he tried getting out of the hold. His brother watching in amazement but also concern. “Next *huff* time you do that *huff* don’t charge at someone who is defenceless” Glitch puffed feeling exhausted as it was quite a move he pulled out of the blue. The one on the ground gritted their teeth audibly before being released and rubbing his arm. “Well apologies, names Shade Spirit, this is my younger twin brother Light.” “Now who the fuck are you” Shade glared with hint of sarcasm in his lines still rubbing his sore arms. Light wondered over beside him checking it out for any muscle tears. Glitch sighed with some relief, releasing the tense feeling he never realised he had in his shoulders. “My names Glitch…Void, yeah Void, I-I’m the Guardian of Destruction?” Glitch questioned himself remembering what Paradox referred to them as. Shade and Light looked up blinking at Glitch, surprise in their widened eyes. They seemed in thought as they pulled away from Glitch. “BROTHER, WE HAVE A DESTROYER!!!” “I heard you loud and clear geez calm your ass down” “Well sorry~ that we have one to help out, it’s been hundreds of years since there ever was one after all. The situation between creation and destruction after all” “Those are all fantasies, but at least now we know there’s going to be a creator which is a ‘problem’”

The two bickered with another, inaudible to Glitches distance. He tilted his head in confusion, attentive to know what they were muffling about; however, he did respect boundaries after all they did only just meet.

From what felt like hours, the two shuffled back towards Glitch, Light grasping their arm carelessly pulling them away from the fountain down a particular rocky path. Glitch squeaked unexpectedly being dragged through the same pathway he went through initially to get there. Nearing an intersection, lead three different routes: each with its own pillar and symbol. The right one held a symbol of the moon, left held symbol of the sun which left the middle with a cracked pillar. The image on it, disfigured to a point of no recognition. It was disturbing but made sense if it matched his position. But one thing still bothered Glitch. What was that about being responsible with all Guardians. A question he didn’t know to ask Shade or Light his new…comrades. Turning his attention towards Shade, he found something fascinating about them. Despite their rough first impression, he didn’t seem too bad. He had a calmness to his dark aura, that made Glitch feel warm inside. ‘why do I feel this way’ Glitch pondered to himself, was he falling for them? He couldn’t. He was soon interrupted from his thoughts as Shade poked his face with one of his tendrils. “Hey you alive? You were staring at me for a while” Glitch flushed dark blue as he tried covering his face with his scarf, hot feeling to his face making it pretty obvious to Light. He chuckled at Glitches reaction compared to Shades obliviousness to it. Shade just blinked in confusion crossing his arms grumpily and impatiently. “We should probably explain this place to you” Light lead Glitch to a nearby bench by the pillars, the wooden textures giving chills at the first contact. Shade sits next to him, pulling a book from nowhere, seeming uninterested in explaining. Light giving a sigh knew this would happen and decided to explain. “Glitch Void, New Destroyer of AU’s, Welcome to the Royal Gardens, a place where all Guardians of our Multiverse gather and help to keep balance.” Glitch nodded attentively taking notes, his body leaned forward. “We each represent a part of what makes the multiverse operate and you are in charge of cleaning up any Au’s that must be banished. This usually is when the new creator is around, but we are hoping they are a ‘good’ guardian” “Interesting, and my guess is that if they are disrespecting the rules then something must be resolved soon as possible?” “Correct, if there is anything you need to know ask myself or Shade, we currently lead the team here. If you prove yourself maybe you could help us out” Glitch looked away, thinking over each word. Leaning back, he stared up at the sky; the big white clouds passing by along the cool breeze passing by. Glitch closed his eyes, enchanted in the new reality he was going to face. Maybe this could help him remember his past.. “I want to help others…I love Au’s with a passion, the scales must be one with the multiverse” Glitch muttered, Shade and Light listened unintentionally with furrowed brows; unsure what he meant. Glitch soon got up from his spot in a justle, a sudden adrenaline boost through his body as he smiled. “I’ve made up my mind…I will help you guys, will try my best to be a good leader someday and when that Creator comes, I will be ready” Glitch chimed with a cheery bright expression. Shade smirked in amusement, a small tint of cyan on his face. Light stared with a smug grin on his face as he shrugged Shades shoulder. The three soon gathered back to the fountain to discuss other matters and meet the various guardians that roamed the gardens. I will protect the multiverse. my second chance in life. I can’t let this go to waste. What’s the worst thing that could happen in few years.

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randaccidents · 8 months ago

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Lost Memory-Dream #00

One of many half-remembered dreams of memories that Heart has. This one might be his oldest memory ever.

(Hi! First Tangled Wisteria fic :3. Doing a small set of random memories half remembered in dreams. And a little hint to how Heart might see the world now, freshly amnesiatic.)

(ALSO this fic is unfortunately not reader tool friendly, because I'm trying to give the feeling of words being roughly scratched out of memory. I AM going to include a translated transcript in a reblog though, so look out for that if you're wondering what they are saying!)

(also I went crazy in my tags whoops)

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He is standing in a space of white and grey and black. Standing in the white and in the grey are two cut-out figures, the same color as the space they stood in, yet clearly separate from the background. He himself stood in the black.

["W██ ███ █ou ███?"] He furrowed his eyebrows. The voice is blotted out and fuzzed, he couldn't clearly make out what it was saying. He tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't. Hm. Something told him that it was simply not his turn to speak yet.

{"███ am I? I ███ld ███ y██ ███ █ame."} This voice was the same, static-filled and words missing his ears entirely. He knew it was not meant to be that way, but he didn't know what should fill the gap. He felt the figures turn towards him, and his mouth opened on instinct.

("Don't look at me? I don't know who either of you are!") He is confused. He could tell he is dreaming, but where is this? What is this? At least this dream-him has the same thoughts that he does.

{"I ██ow ███ I ██. I'm ██e ████."} The cut out of grey had moved, a hand on its presumed chin. He tilted his head, examining the cut-out and finding nothing he could use to identify it. Who was that?

["██gi███ly, ██ ██ ████ to ██████ es█████sh██ na████ con███ti██, ██ ██████ ████ ro███ ███ na███."] There's a deepness to the few letters that ungarble themselves from the white cut-outs words. It almost sounds.... familiar?

Familiar. Nothing about this dream has felt familiar, yet he knows it is a memory. Why is his memory made of static and cut-out figures? He can't find it in himself to worry too much about it, the roots of panic strangled at the source. There is a sweet scent in the air.

His mouth moves again. ("Roles as names you say? Well wouldn't that make you the ████, since you're so logical?") It was disconcerting, hearing his own voice briefly turn to static. There was something important there. What was it?

Words were being spoken at him. The sweet scent from earlier was building. He strained to listen. ["██ ██at ██? ████ you ████ ██ █he-"]

He shot up in bed, mouth forming around a name quickly lost to pruned branches and faded flowers. Furrowing eyebrows under the blindfold that had been given to him, he tests out the shape of his mouth.

The letter H. He tests the letter on his tongue, finding it familiar. Still mouthing the letter, he brings hands up to brush through tangled wisteria vines and feathers alike, calming himself on the sweet scent of the flowers.

That was a memory of his name. He is certain of it. But what name starts with the letter H? And what he said in the dream, roles as names. None of it made sense to him. The bright cut-outs in his memory gave no hints either, pruned and cut out and distorted out of meaning.

What was his name? He squinted eyes he had learnt were sensitive to light down at his hands. Purple had named himself. And now a forgotten memory told him he was named by someone he could not remember.

["Purple? Are you awake? It's late morning already."] Jumping at the deep voice, Purple looked up, tossing a grin at the shadow in his doorway.

("I'm alright Blue, just thinking. Remembering? Dreaming. I'll be out in a second!") He stretches, standing up and missing Blue's reaction to his words. ("I had the weirdest dream last night.")

["Is that so. Care to share?"] Blue has a weird way of being curious. Purple is still getting used to it. He shrugs it off anyways, both Red and Blue were still just strangers with some familiar habits anyways. It's probably normal to be awkward.

("I dreamt that...") The words trail off into burnt ashes that fall from his mouth. His face scrunches up as he tries to remember the memory. Only one thing stands out to him, caught between his teeth. ("...I forgot. All I remember is the letter H.")

A cold, metallic hand gently rests itself on his shoulder, urging him forwards. ["Maybe it will return to you later. Come, breakfast is waiting."]

Perking up at the thought of breakfast, Purple nodded his head, following Blue's lead, the scent of wisterias trailing behind him as he forgot his dream in favor of breakfast. The letter H remains, lodged in the breath between his tongue and palate.

#cccc #cccc au #chonnys charming chaos compendium #Tangled Wisteria AU #I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS ONE I SWEAR (lie)#the TRAGEDY of forgetting your name #because it was given to you by the people you have forgotten #thats the tragedy I was going insane over #his name is █████ his name is █████ he cant remember his name he renamed himself #because his entire identity is tied up in his family who he has forgotten #he had to relearn he was light sensitive he doesnt recognise his own blindfold as his #head in hands the sheer scale of the loss of IDENTITY Heart goes through #and he doesnt even know it enough to mourn it #last thing but good god. he only remembers the letter H. thats it. he forgets the dream #he forgets a half forgotten thing further #and it means nothing to him that that was his literal creation #rand.writ #forgotten case of memories #<- Imma call this mini series of random memories I let Heart half remember this #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #head in hands HE HAD TO GIVE EVERYONE AROUND HIM A NEW NAME BECAUSE HE'D FORGOTTEN

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vargaslovinghours · 1 year ago

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Requestober 2023: Vargas Edition

The playlist has returned for this year! There will be a few in between, but it should be updating at least once a week on either Wednesday or Friday or both - keep an eye out for your req(s)!

I considered a couple different lines for day 1 - there are just so many Narrator lines that could work for Scriabin! Any of the many times where the Narrator is being sadistic, it all just works. Plus, it’s fun to imagine Scriabin trapping Edgar in the same way, just shoops a wall right into his path haha

But in the end I went for one of the tags I left myself on the original TSP/Vargas crossover doodles, it does still live in my head rent-free after all. You can see in the background that those “invisible�� tears were intended from the beginning as well :3c

There’s also something funny to me about Scriabin using the word “rubbish” haha ♪ How posh

Edgar, as usual, getting blame for something that was definitely his Narrator, I mean Scriabin’s fault lol

I really wasn’t sure what to do with day 2 at first - I’m too scared to watch any of the SAWs, or look them up on YouTube >~< I tried finding transcripts with stage direction or people describing them in text online but I couldn’t really find anything, I really do appreciate my friend for telling me about one haha. Even with that though, I still had to do a lot of guesswork! Something about wrists, fear, not doing well - Scriabin is very cute hiding behind Edgar but it’s still not very obvious what the theme is, huh?

I was able to find a very brief animation of I think? the trap that had been described to me but even that was a bit much for me :’D I was a very wimp that day! I didn’t even have it in me to draw the trap itself in the sketch! There’s something a bit ominous about not being able to see into the trap completely, only the blood pooling at the bottom ♪ But I’m still happy I went with what I did in the end, though I did have to change Scriabin’s dialogue from fear to accusation - though that tracks for him haha

Day 3 was silly and therefore easy to whip up haha ♪ The angst is done, the blood is done, this leaves only kisses! Any opportunity to use my pencils to make kiss-marks, I will take lol. Clearly this is what the prompt was pointing at! Obviously! Lol

If you look, Jake’s lips are painted pink and Scriabin’s red, and they have each other’s lipstick marks on their faces lol - I am attention to detail when it comes to kisses ♪

I did still end up making an alt even after pretty much decided on the first one, it’s still fun to think about Scriabin interacting with Jake before he gets his own body ♫ He’s so smug lol, at least they’re easy to cover! Ish! Mostly! Probably itch tho lol

Day 5, yaaay some Biblical Edgar <3 I have been out of practice drawing wings lately so they’re basically just Big Shapes here lol, it’s all about blocking out the space they’ll take for when it’s cleaned! I am quite happy with how he turned out digitally, his cute face ♥

Day 7 got a couple passes as well before settling! It’s a theme lol, though there were both kidverse! The prompt mentioned “brothers” but that doesn’t necessarily mean when they were kids - they can be silly and sibling-like even After, they have the range. Still, Edgar pushing him on the swing as a kid was a cute idea so I’m glad I at least scratched it down haha. Why’s he so heavy? He’s dense ♪

The alt was the winner tho! I love how much like a bug Scriabin looks here haha, how could he have possibly seen this coming??

Day 8′s sketch was done outside in the dark actually, stargazing very appropriate! You can kinda see me go back and forth on their clothes in the moment lol, Edgar’s striped shirt visible on his upper arms underneath his long sleeves and I still ended up going with a scarf! I also planned to make their breath clouds but I forgot them in the end, that background took up a lot of my focus lol. Also how come Edgar’s feet turned out better here than in the final version >:P

Gaster! A warmup for Day 9 since it’s been a bit since I’ve drawn him, especially with the cracks in his face! Scriabin is annoying his offscreen so it still totally counts as being Vargas-themed lol

Their poses were a bit subdued initially so I knew I wanted to try again, but at the same time there are a lot of elements here that I liked! Especially their hands, Gaster holding his hands in fists at his sides rather than speaking to Scriabin through sign language, and Scriabin with his flourish-opened palm, inviting ♪

Actual pose skeletons lol, though Gaster’s was a bit top-heavy. It all worked out in the end at least :)

Day 11 was a very fun concept! Turning Scriabin into an Enderman was an especially fun idea if Edgar could figure/find out that he could hide from him using a pumpkin mask, though I’m sure that would make Scriabin mad as well once he found him haha. Just sneeaaak quietly behind him, he’ll never know! Also the pumpkin having Edgar’s glasses, goatee, and scars carved into it haha <3

All the same, I’m glad I went with what I did - Scriabin’s pose is so much more dynamic! Very fun! His hands and his legs, and the way his coat flares out! Plus putting his Ender teeth on display was a lot of fun haha ♪ Poor Edgar can’t catch a break no matter what world he’s in, at least I didn’t actually turn him into a sheep lol

Day 12, yaaaay I finally got to Uncle Jake! So nervous <3 Don’t break the baby, don’t hurt him don’t move too much ahhh! Haha, terribly cute ♥ I do still really love how confident Edgar is here - he’s usually so nervous around Jake, but oh how the tables! Dadgar with a support system <3 His FWB comes to say hi to his son, it’s very wholesome hehe ♪

Day 13 was actually drawn way of out of order, between several of the later days and even day 12 I think lol, it’s so hard to convince my brain to listen to new music haha. It was quite a lot of fun making the text not look like it’s “spoken,” outside of a text bubble hehe, I don’t do that too often! And of course still deeply inspired by his palette challenge, it is too pretty to not pull from every not and again <3

Honestly I initially had no ideas for day 14, and yet this was still the only sketch I ended up with! My earworm at the time came in clutch, honestly do listen to Everything In You it’s such pretty yearning starcrossed song ah <3 All these musical doodles haha ♪ Sweetness sweetness <3

And of course when they’re that close there has to be a kiss! Scriabin is surprised, but how much? :3c Edgar giving Scriabin kisses of his own accord 💖 That theme never really left me either hehe

Day 27, the last Vargas day! Had to get in one Snake Charmer before the end huh haha ♪ It’s too bad my Ladyverse!Naga idea was a bit too long or I would’ve done that, but I’ll never turn down the potential for pretty clothes! And spiders for that matter haha, I went with the Acanthoscurria Geniculata - Brazilian Whiteknee again :) As much as I love Scriabin as a Bold Jumper, tarantulas just have such gorgeous proportions! And of course, I always enjoy drawing Lady!Scriabin, so it was doubly fun to draw her as a spider :)

That’s all of this year’s Vargas sketches! A fun bunch! And it was fun to mix a few others in as well :D

#💟#Doodles #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #Nny #Todd #Blood #Sketchdump #And there's also a Gaster and a couple AUs hanging around in there as well haha #It was a fun bunch this year! And a bit more equally spread haha I appreciate it :D #It also makes compiling my roundups easier so I doubly appreciate it! Love it when my sketchdumps don't break on me four times lol #For the record this one didn't break even once ♪ Very well behaved haha #As usual I always go extra on Day 1 lol - but even with the extra time I tried to keep things a bit smaller scale this year :3 #I mostly succeeded! Still the occasional bonus or big piece haha #And lots and lots of alts - also the usual haha #But even with that there were still carryovers between everything! A couple of pieces here got my lighting itch - especially the last one #It was technically lazy cell shading but y'know what! It ended up looking cool! I will always take that haha #Anyhow ♪ Since they took up the front there have already been a few Vargas speed draws posted! Take a look for yours! :D #And thanks again to everyone for participating <3 It was a fun year!

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