#maybe another day i'll draw sans in that.

[angelbitezzz]

Happy Easter everyone. I forgot today was a holiday so you get this 15 min disaster XD

[sunnymainecoon]

This is kind of what I'd like to call a scribble drawing

I just mess around bc I'm lazy ;3 best way to finish drawings tbh

I hate backgrounds with all my life I hope they die

[insanelyadd]

ONE MONTH UNTIL LET PAPYRUS SAY FUCK DAY (June 16th)!!!

Don't forget, it's now the third year of #LetPapyrusSayFuck ! I will be making an additional reminder about it a week from the day (so on the 9th of June)

Another wonderful year to celebrate Papyrus and his ever-present ability to say fuck! Before I talk about the day a bit more and give prompts as usual I would like to thank everyone who participated last year, especially those that showed your support for the additional #BringBackTheCoolDude campaign, which allowed the official cool dude shirts a limited re-release with a new easter egg on the inside referencing LPSFD!

(Image ID: a picture of the new cool dude shirt, folded and displayed in such a way to predominantly feature the "COOL DUDE" design on the front, with the easter egg from the inner back of the shirt being a small doodle of Papyrus with a speech bubble that says "FUNK!" end ID)

As far as I'm aware there's still some available to purchase if you want!

Okay so for Prompts!!

Papyrus saying fuck or other swear words of your choice (maybe his puzzle electrocuted him, maybe he stubbed his toe, maybe he is tired of Sans repeating the same joke to him for the 38th time in an hour)

Papyrus commits arson

Papyrus as the Ambassador of Monsters is tired of human's political BS

Anything else your heart desires!

Bonus!

Include another character, from UT or anything else, that you want to be saying fuck with Papyrus (Inspired by the @let-them-say-fuck-tournament ) If you do include another character from Undertale or another fandom, I encourage you to make a #Let(character)SayFuck tag (no spaces so it's the same on twitter and tumblr)

Papyrus is encouraging others who deserve to say fuck for whatever reason to join him on the wonderful #LetPapyrusSayFuck Day! I already have an idea for what to do with this prompt, in addition to a completely normal standalone of Papyrus.

Rules:

Tag your posts with #swearing (if that applies) #LetPapyrusSayFuck (regardless of whether he is or not) as well as #Papyrus #undertale and any other fandom or character tags that may apply.

You don't need to go all out and paint a masterpiece, you can draw a shitpost-y doodle, write a fic, knit a sweater?? Whatever you want! Just have fun. <3

If you aren't able to get your piece done for the actual day that's completely fine! Papyrus can swear any day of the year, and no matter what I'll be reblogging as many posts as I can to @letpapyrussayfuckofficial (which you are free to tag in your post!)

Don't forget to join the festivities by reblogging and liking other participants art, fics, whatever they've made! This is a fun communal event and I want it to be uplifting and supportive! :>

Have Fun!

[fallenhooman]

Why do you ship Sans x Frisk? As a person who ships them myself, what do you see in them, like about them? Personality traits, situations, tropes etc, anything that comes to mind, what makes you enjoy them and continue to breathe life to them?

Oh geez I did not expect this deep question. But good question! I guess I just feel like they are fit together, their personalities, situations and brings them to met and the way they treat eachother. But well in Undertale canon, I would prefer Sans and Frisk as besties! The age are not confirmed and I would not try to risk anything. I really like Sans and Frisk as duo when I was younger, very young I dunno why but I feel like I love them when I first saw them both on internet, I remember that it was Secret Garden animation. It sparked something in me as a kid but I was young and don't know things much. Years later I learned more about Undertale because of one guy that I love. I learn about all characters, their lore and everything I was obsessed with Undertale so much I have never thought about ships or anything until I remember about flowerfell again. And I really like Sans and Frisk as duo so... yeah that's why I really love them being together. I find comfort and relatable with them. But seeing people are being so hateful and misunderstood about these, I decided to keep it as secret that I ship Frans and draw it in private for long time. But something changed when I listened to Overgrowth find every fanfics about it as much as I could and my love for Flowerfell grew more and more then I found the truth about dramas, I read about what happened. And I think, this is not fair for all those people who are hiding from society just cause society misunderstood about them and never try to understand. I stand up again and don't really care who'll report or hate me. Cause I did not do anything illegal and I'm sure about that. If they will be disrespectful then so be it. How I feel for Sans n Frisk? It just that I feel like they're soulmates(?) In my opinion. They are uhh meant for eachother. No matter what universe, time, place I just feel like there would be something that'll bring this two together again as friends, lovers or anything. It made me felt brighter, have hope for things I cannot explain. It feels like I'm not alone. I like everything about them, everything. I see hope, heart warming, understanding, determination, caring, honesty, acception, and love in them. I just find comfort in them both- I relate to them both somehow, somehow. And I think they are fit with each other, despite how difficult it would be. Almost every fanfictions of them, It all just, perfect. And I can't help but love it and being obsessed with it. I uh remember that one time when I found out that there are good stuff about Frans out there, it makes my heart overwhelmed and shaking in excited. Even all words that I've said, still cannot explain how much I love it. Seeing them just, somehow always made me happier when I had bad days. (And deep inside of my heart, wishing that maybe someday somewhere somehow I'll find another half of me like they did too.) That's all! Also here's little gift for you, from me :]

[yuqi0starx]

The Amazing Digital Wonderland- @endomentendo

I will upload all the images soon on my tiktok and Instagram (please follow me, I'll give you some chocolate but don't go crazy)

Instagram Tiktok

(Maybe I'll do more scenes about my oc's story in this au, although it'll take a while since I'm doing my au and he's dying... my hand is dying)

The Tea Party

It took me a long time (not so much just four or three days) but I don't know where the desire to finish the drawing came from.

This scene is before Pomni was there, this is where they almost cut off her head but they gave her the condition to live longer and it was to cut off her head if someone was new (this has to do with the chocolate since it drives her to madness to the point of being able to cut off his head with his claws, which is why he sometimes wears gloves)

This is where they are going to cut off his head since he realized that Pomni does not deserve to have his head cut off and the person he likes (Lilies likes Caine but the two of them are almost not meant to be together)Lilies decided to sacrifice herself since she is not destined to always live.

Almost no one knows since I have not yet told the lore of my oc but its human/original version is from the JSHK universe, which is an anime inspired by the legend of Hanako San, well, the original Lilies universe never entered the circus since She is dead, it is a school mystery and she made a wish to Tsukasa but she set a condition and that was that it did not matter in which other universe her life was going to be a roulette wheel, so for example in my au or in another au it can be alive while in this or another au it can die or be dead

Possibly I will make a story about my oc in this au and publish it on Wattpad but unfortunately in Spanish instead of English it would take me a long time since I first have to write the complete script in Spanish and convert it to English and I have to spend all my time running since Google Translate changes several words for me like now.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I... still care | {No ship!}

Theme: Angst+Fluff

Note: THIS ISN'T A SHIP HELP JUST READ THE REQ SCREENSHOT FOR THE INFO.

Ngl I forgot i allowed requests for such as ones with no ships since I've not done things like this in a while LMAO

Sanemi stopped at the voice of a boy who was definitely not his brother. He turned. "The hell do you want from me?"

Genya was there. He looked as if he'd just been fighting to death and Sanemi paused, wondering if he should help. Maybe... not.

"Sanemi... Can I talk to you?" Genya asked meekly under the Hashira's stern gaze.

"Fuck no, go away," Sanemi growled.

"But-"

"You look like you were fighting an Uppermoon but I'm going to guess they couldn't even be close to an amateur demon. Are you a fucking idiot?" he spat, stalking closer to Genya.

"San-"

"Quit the fucking demon slayer corps or I'll kill you," he hissed.

"No! Why?!" Genya said, stepping back.

Sanemi stepped forward. "Why not?"

"I want to be close to you, Aniki..." Genya mumbled. "I can't quit."

"You fucking will or I'll make you!" 

"...No!" 

Sanemi clenched his teeth together, annoyed. "I'll beat you until you can't move, then you'll have to quit!!" he threatened, his eyes narrowed.

"I'll heal!" Genya persisted.

"Fucking hell, why don't you stop?!" Sanemi shouted.

"I already told you!! Why do you want me to stop?!" he asked. A rush of dizzyness hit him and he wobbled a bit as Sanemi stalked towards him.

"You literally look like you're about to fall of your own feet, don't contradict me when you know you have no fucking place in the Corps!" Sanemi retorted, grabbing Genya's arm to keep him from tipping over. "You're a fucking mess so go crawl your way to Kocho's or be left to die here. It's not that hard."

He let go, letting his (totally not) brother drop to the ground in a heap.

Genya groaned, rubbing his head. "Sane-"

"Go."

Sanemi turned and walked a few paces forward, then glanced back and noticed Genya had gone unconscious. He muttered a swear and sighed, backtracking and picking up his brother carelessly, holding him by his arms. 

"I swear, you'll be the death of me sometime," he sighed. He half picked-up, half dragged Genya to his estate, not bothering to swerve around any rocks that Genya's body my bump into as he walked.

Once inside, he dropped Genya to the floor and went to find some bandages, quickly finding some medicine along with it. He filled up a cup with water and wet a towel, then made his way back to his (not) brother who was sat up now, looking dazed and confused.

"Don't ask," Sanemi ordered. He pushed the cup of water to Genya's lips and made him drink it in small sips. 

He dabbed the towel at the blood caking Genya's body, wiping it away. Most of the wounds looked like they would heal in a couple days time, save for one across his stomach that would need a bit more tending. 

Sanemi wrapped the bandages around Genya's torse and arm where the wounds were more dire—although none were deadly, unless infected or untended. 

He dropped one of the pain killers he'd acquired into the remaining water in the cup and again helped Genya drink it with a gentleness he rarely had anymore.

He stood, then, taking the bandages he hadn't used and the bloodied towel with him. 

Once he'd discarded them, he went back to his room and arranged another futon with some blankets and an extra pillow. He helped Genya stand, mostly dragging him to the bed and letting him get comfortable.

Once he was sure Genya was asleep, Sanemi went out to the back of his house, grabbing a wooden katana to train with.

He brought it up over his head, swinging it in what would appear a wild motion to anyone but a demon slayer, drawing in air as he cut down. He continued this for a long time.

He didn't know for how long he was out there, pushing himself to continue, ignoring the burn in his muscles as time drew on and his motions became both smoother and stiffer, showing him his limits, making him want to try harder. To do better.

After some time, he heard a clatter behind him. Clumsy footsteps. He hadn't noticed before; his mind had been preoccupied and he cursed himself for getting distracted.

He turned and saw Genya, struggling to get out of the pile of broken wooden katana's Sanemi had long discarded.

"The fuck are you doing?" Sanemi asked, sighing.

Genya looked up, quickly brushing off the pieces of wood that had stuck to his clothes. "H...Hi, Ani... Sanemi," he mumbled, looking guilty for having been caught—though anyone would've heard him from all the sound he'd made.

"Are you better now?"

Genya nodded. "Thank-"

"Then go. If you're healed then you can go." Sanemi raised an eyebrow (stfu) in a way that seemed to be evaluating whether Genya would contradict him or not.

"Uhm... Nevermind, my arm suddenly started hurting a lot," Genya said quickly, clutching his arm in mock pain. 

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Go back inside and don't bother me. There's some food somewhere if you're hungry but don't take all of it and don't mess anything up," he said, turning back to his training.

"Okay!" Genya said obediently, scampering back inside happily.

Sighing, Sanemi went back to his training, lost again in the movement of the wood slicing through the air.

Around mid afternoon, Sanemi headed back inside, using a towel to mop up his sweat.

He ran his hand through his hair, throwing the fake katana aside and walking in, the cool air of the house hitting him.

He breathed out, relaxing for half a second before he remembered Genya was here.

He walked around, in search of his brother, and found him laying down in the middle of a ranom hall, staring up at the cealing.

"The fuck are you doing?" Sanemi asked incredulously. 

Genya jolted him, not having heard him, and stumbled for a response. "Uhm, just thinking," he said quickly.

"About?"

"I remembered... Uhm. When we were younger, after Father died, when anyone of us got hurt you would take care of us like you did for me today. You used to make us some soup and sit next to us all day or night until you were sure we weren't in pain, even when Mother told you to rest," Genya said, averting his eyes.

Sanemi paused. He remembered that too. It had been so long ago, but his old habits had probably slipped in slightly. He felt an odd sense of guilt stab him in the chest at the sight of Genya, seeming nervous around him. 

Before, Genya had trusted Sanemi. Most of anyone, maybe. 

But that was gone.

It was probably Sanemi's fault, though he would think of it as faulted by Genya, finding that he should've been more careful about his words that one day.

But Sanemi was really the one to blame. He'd pushed aside Genya for years by a grudge that was completely reasonable yet shouldn't have been held on for so long, especially since what Genya had said was completely justified. 

And yet, he felt he was still protecting Genya by ignoring him.

Sometimes.

Apparently not, if Genya was coming to him all injured then fainting on the spot.

Sanemi sighed and turned around. "Fuck, I still care for you. But you're healed now, you can leave."

He didn't wait for a response, only continued down the hall to his room.

He could've sworn it was his imagination, but as he closed the door to his room, he heard Genya walking away, his steps seemingly lighter now. More content.

{Word count: 1276}

Fuck you Sanemi for being difficult to write 3:<< 

anyways it's so nice outside today and my mom is telling me to stop going online so maybe i might go outside for the first time in like a week 😇

i mean it'll calm me

also it made this easier to finish writing

i love them sm bro :'>

[punsmaster69]

9/MAR/20XX

"Uuugh."

frisk groaned as they wiped up a mess of orange juice.

"How did I even manage to miss that badly?"

"We are all a little loopy in the mornings."

"Golly. The cup was RIGHT there... and yet you still missed!"

"Maybe you should leave that to Toriel still, huh?"

flowey laughed at frisk's misery.

"Flowey, be nice."

"...Though, I am more than willing to assist you if you need help, my child."

"I can pour it normally. Just... not right now, apparently."

"like she said - it's mornin' still, and you just woke up. don't beat yourself up over it."

i glance to flowey.

"and don't let any flowers beat you up over it, either."

"I'll say what I want!"

a stern look from toriel.

"....."

he huffs and goes back to picking the cereal out of his marshmallows.

toriel gave this a disapproving look too, but it's a regular occurrence.

she helped frisk pour another glass of orange juice, and they slumped back in their chair, deflated. don't know if i've ever seen a kid look more upset while drinking oj.

"Are you still planning to follow Sans home after you eat?"

they looked at me.

"paps won't be back until around ten."

"I'm good to hang out with you until then."

"alright."

"Flowey, will you be-"

"Staying here."

"I don't want to be around those two nincompoops alone for two hours."

again, an occurrence too regular for her to bother saying anything about anymore. these days, she almost doesn't even notice the insults sometimes. i think everyone else tunes them out a little, too.

——

"...."

"so, are backwards shoes the new thing?"

"..What?"

frisk paused and looked down.

"........"

"How."

they started walking again.

"No wonder they felt weird."

"you wanna stop and fix 'em?"

"I'm gonna take them off at your house anyway, so I'm gonna just deal with it until then."

"well, c'mon - this way. i know a little shortcut."

——

a ball of paper bounces off my skull.

frisk slams their head into the side of the couch, not accounting for the fact that it'd hurt.

"Aggh-"

"careful."

uncrinkling the ball, there was the start of a drawing with scribbles where the legs would be.

i folded the page back up, and they loosely smacked it out of my hand.

the paper smacked them in the face.

". . ."

".....jeez."

"lady luck's got a vendetta against you, huh?"

sitting bolt upright, they shouted.

"Not just that, but I keep messing stuff up - and then having the WORST luck with just about everything else!!"

throwing their arms up in the air...

and immediately hitting my brother on accident, who just entered.

"Oh mY GODDDDD-"

curling forward into a ball.

"welcome home, bro. you're a bit early."

"HELLO..."

looking with concern at the human groaning annoyedly on the couch in front of him.

"...UM."

"IF YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT HITTING ME, WORRY NOT! I AM A-OKAY!!"

"IT TAKES MUCH MORE THAN THAT TO HURT SOMEONE AS STRONG AS I!"

"not just that - their luck's been shot all day."

"And shit."

he sat himself onto the couch and dragged frisk like a stuffed animal to his chest for a hug.

"HAVE NO WORRIES - THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO BALANCE YOUR POOR LUCK OUT WITH MY OWN INCREDIBLE LUCKINESS!!"

"AND NOW THAT I'M HERE... WHAT ACTIVITIES SHALL WE DO, HUMAN?!"

".....Can we just sit here?"

"WH-"

"sounds good to me."

"WAIT, WHY??"

"Nothing bad can happen if I do nothing at all."

"sound logic."

"NO, IT ISN'T! NOTHING GOOD CAN HAPPEN, EITHER!!"

"If you're here, that's good. That happened and I didn't do anything to cause it."

"WELL, YES. BUT THAT WAS INEVITABLE. I WAS ALWAYS TO COME HOME AND HANG OUT - AS ALREADY PLANNED."

"And I wanna hang out by doing nothing."

"......"

"we could at least put on a movie."

"...."

"DOES THAT SOUND NICE, FRISK?"

"...Yeah."

"and i'm pretty sure we've got popcorn still."

"we'll do a movie night."

"IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER FOR SURE!"

——

they dumped the bowl of blackened kernels into the trashcan.

they sighed defeatedly.

"..W-WELL. THAT'S OKAY! WE'LL JUST MAKE YOU ANOTHER BAG."

he opened the cabinet and grabbed the popcorn box, reaching in and... patting the empty inside.

"......."

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

frisk pounded their head against the sink door. i put my hand between the door and their forehead to lessen the impact of the blows.

my brother gently pulls them away from the door by the shoulders, turning them around.

"NOW, NOW. THIS IS OKAY, TOO!"

"WE STILL HAVE-"

"me and undyne split the last of the chips the other day."

"...WE CAN STILL STOP BY THE STORE AND GET YOU A SNACK THAT DOESN'T REQUIRE ANY PREPARATION!"

"here, i know a shortcut."

"Another?"

"yep."

"COME ALONG!"

——

exhaling every bit of air they had, frisk looks between the cash on the counter, and the total on the screen - thirty cents short.

quickly appearing beside them, papyrus moves all their cash back into their bag (slipping an extra ten in) and pats frisk's head as he hands it back.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, FRISK. I WAS GOING TO PAY ANYWAY!"

the way they looked at the machine, you'd think it was about to reject papyrus' card or blow up or something.

it didn't. he quickly waved goodbye to the cashier as he scooped up frisk's items into a bag himself. he passes it to frisk, and they take his hand. with the other, he grabs onto my hand.

"MAYBE WE CAN WALK! FRESH AIR SHOULD DO EVERYONE SOME GOOD."

halfway down the sidewalk, a branch catches frisk's bag. the bag tears; their chips and candy fall to the floor - sweet tea rolling away.

i stop it with my foot, picking the other items up as well.

"i'll pack 'em. no problem."

taking the torn bag and shoving it into my pocket, we continue walking.

a bit further on, papyrus spots a puddle on the side of the road. spontaneously grabbing frisk and lifting them up, a car speeds past and sprays him with water - i just barely get out of the way.

frisk remains unsoaked, thanks to my brother's quick thinking.

"...WHEN DID IT RAIN?"

"sometime last night."

"AH. I SEE."

"Thank you Papyrus. I'm sorry."

"DON'T BE! IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT."

"maybe we take a shortcut after all."

——

the rest of the day, papyrus is extremely diligent in making sure nothing else happens to frisk. in the end he secretly seems thankful for the doing-nothing choice.

it really is easier to keep someone out of bad luck's way when they're sitting still.

papyrus makes tomato soup for dinner, deciding nothing can go wrong with that. to be absolutely certain, he cools it to nearly room temp before serving any to them. when frisk almost spills it, he hands them a straw.

"...isn't that a bit much?"

"It's fine. Not like I haven't used one for soup before."

"CERTAINLY NO WAY TO SPILL IT WITH A STRAW."

succeeding again, he messages tori to say he'll keep them just until bedtime.

"YOU NEED A BAD-LUCK COUNTERBALANCE LIKE ME AROUND TODAY."

frisk nods in silent agreement.

both me and frisk are impressed at his ability to navigate around unlucky situations throughout the night, but i suppose he 𝗵𝗮𝘀 been dealing with 𝘮𝘦 forever. avoiding messes is basically a special skill of his at this point.

when it was time for frisk to go home, paps was still pretty worried and accompanied them all the way home - apparently even going as far as to tuck them in himself, according to toriel.

[luciluck2046-utdr]

Welcome to the (non) official

BLOG!!! (For short LUW)

This AU is my own idea. There may be some questions you may ask yourself, but first let me explain what this blog is for.

This post is the main one, I recommend checking it if you're new to this AU. Here I'll post everything Luci's Underwitch related. Or almost everything. I'll try. (I may have missed some art from my main acc, it is @artsycrow46)

Also, if you want to ask any character anything, on @lucisunderwitchasks you can ask them! Edit: The account was deleted and moved here(i have way too many accounts so I need to do some cleaning from time to time)

Let me give you a brief explanation of the AU. Luci's Underwitch is an AU where all monsters are actually humanized, being called Witches. Frisk is 12 during their travel around the Underground, doing the Pacifist Run, and in the end, accepting the job as the ambassador of Witches, but going 'home' to their dad. Chara fallows them pretty much everywhere, and likes Frisk very much, being besties.

Now several months fast forward, Frisk lives with the Dreemurr Family. Asriel (11 y/o) and Kris(5 y/o) are their siblings, and Toriel takes care of all of them, dating Sans (mhm, I'm one of them Soriel shipers).

Ten years later, Frisk and Asriel are at college, and Kris found out about the Dark Worlds!.. The year now it's 2025, and Kris with Susie are now at their homes, waiting for their siblings to come back from college for Easter! Scarlett is one of Frisk's best friends, maybe even more than friends! And Asriel is still single since he's autistic as fvck.

Toghether, Frisk (with Chara ofc), Kris, Asriel, Susie and Ralsei are going into a steampunk adventure in Frisk's closet.(all of this is happening after Chapter 2. I am going to play the next Chapters when they're out, and add them to another fanfic)

Under the cut you'll have more, and at the end there will be the questions.

'kay, the explanation wasn't that brief. I am going to make a comic about it, but I am still learning about how to draw perspective and hair sooooooo y'all won't get this soon.

I have two fanfics on the way with this AU, and a third one might appear after I finish the second.

The main fanfic is called Lost Souls, The First Part explaining different events from Frisk's life after they got out of the Underground, and The Second Part is going to fallow the two humans into the closet adventure! (The closet has nothing to do with lgbt, but the fanfic surely has a bunch of lgbt in it)

I might upload several chapters in a day, or forget about it for weeks. If anyone wants to read more and I haven't uploaded a new chapter in a long while, uhhhhh tell me? (My dumbass my forget fast)🫡🫡🫡

The link to it? I might add an AO3 link too after I figure out how to use that website-

The second fanfic is called Underground Adventures, fallowing Frisk trough the Underground. This one will be out all at once, not by parts, so it's no worth to put the link here.

Now the third fanfic. It's going to be called Runes And Adventures. It's going to be abt Kris in the dark world, during Chapter 1-2. The Chapters 3-4 are going to get a separate fanfic, since they're gonna be AFTER the steampunk adventure. I am not even working on how to write it or any ideas, since it's going to take a long time, and it's not the biggest deal. I might not write it at all, since you get to see most of Kris's interactions in the game already, but who knows?

NOW!!! The possible questions(since I can't say FAQ)

1. Why is it called Luci's Underwitch?

Well, it was supposed to be called Underwitch. But apparently that exists already so I had to add my name to it. TwT

2. How do the characters look?

Well, if you've been on my main, @luciluck2046, you would see a bunch of fanarts, but I'll post them here too a bit later.

3. Comic?

Not yet. I suck.

4. Inspiration?

I got inspired to make this AU after I finished TOH(The Owl House), and also I liked the idea of humans with magic that UnderMate has. So yeah, I kinda combined those two with Undertale and my creativity, and I got this AU!

Reference sheets

Welp, it seems you got to the end of the main post! I might update this often, but who knows? See you later my friend, and have fun reading!

[helpfandom]

Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 2: The man

TW: Kidnapping, Threatening, Emotional manipulation. Kind of a mental breakdown/ anxiety attack?

You woke up without Maddie or Ozzy in the house, leaving it to feel empty. You were colder without Ozzy to lay on, and nothing other than Tom taking a shower could be heard. You checked the time, 6:52. I guess Tom took the day off to pack and get ready for San Francisco? You got up and got dressed in matching clothing, which soothed you a little bit.

You got downstairs and decided to go and make breakfast, which lead to slightly singed pancakes, but a meal you made yourself. Tom finished and was dressed in a casual outfit when he got downstairs and smiled when he saw that you made breakfast for him. You looked at him questioningly, "D- Did you take the day off or?" He sat down, "I asked to come in a little later today since I had to drive Maddie." You nodded, "Ah, that makes more sense. What time are you coming in?" He finished the bite he was chewing and then replied, "Around lunchtime, don't worry though, I won't arrive then take my lunch break, I'll eat here." 

You nodded and finished the bite you were eating before asking another question. "You think Maddie's over there by now?" "Yeah, I think so, I believe her flight arrived at 6:30, but I might be wrong so why don't we call her later today and find out?" "Have you seen anything weird lately?" He paused and asked for clarification, "What do you mean?" "Like have you seen anything like a quill but it was to big to be a normal hedgehog's quill, or a slightly anthropomorphic hedgehog?" He paused and looked at you incredulously. 

"D- did you know I picked up a quill yesterday?" You almost dropped your fork and knife in surprise, "What?" Your heart was fluttering, in a bad way. "Yeah, I saw it while I was at the speed trap. Oh! And one thing, I had my speedometer go off twice with high numbers." "D-do you think that maybe those are connected, I saw something weird yesterday." "What did you see?" You explained that both you and Maddie didn't know what it was that you saw. "Maybe it's aliens?" Tom joked. "Me and Maddie said the same thing, maybe it's a sign to get the heck out of dodge." You hummed a agreement out and finished the meal in silence with each other. It felt wrong without her or Ozzy.

You washed the dishes when you were done and then got started packing the books in your room, at around 8:30, Tom calls you down. "On the phone with Maddie!" You rushed downstairs to join the conversation.

"Whatcha' doing?" You asked, curious. "Just drawing, with Jojo, And Rachel." "Has she -she being Rachel- convinced you to leave me yet?" "No, but she wants me to check your phone for dating apps." "Good luck, the only apps I have are the ones that came with my phone." A moment of silence, then, "And the Olive Garden app," You pitched in on the "Cause' when you're there, you're family." Tom was remined of something, and said "Hey fascinating stuff here, we got a power outage."

"Oh, that's interesting ...." A clatter outside was heard, Tom looked at you momentarily before deciding it was racoons. He moved to the drawer with the tranquilizer in it while still continuing to speak, "Hey, how much does the racoon need before sleeping, Greenhill's finest Vet?" "Tom, That's for bears-" He finished setting up the gun to shoot, "Perfect, then it'll work." A gasp could be heard through the phone, "TOM!" He hung up on Maddie, leaving her to wonder what he was going to do to the poor racoons.

You followed Tom to see what that was, maybe it's what I saw yesterday? Hm, unlikely, but still.  We walked out to the garage, I walked behind Tom, who was ready to bust down the door. He kicked it in yelling "SFPD!" You chimed in, "Pending background check!" You both rushed inside and there it was, the ?hedgehog?. "Um, Meow?" Tom shot him with the tranquilizer in surprise, leading the ?hedgehog? to drop the thing that he was holding and create a ?portal? to the top of a building.

You walked back in shock, what the. The ?hedgehog?  flopped to the floor and dropped the bag that he was holding. You watched the bag fall into the ?portal? created on the floor and land on the building. You and Tom watched in shock as the portal closed in on itself. You shared a look and then Tom seemed to have broken out of his stupor. 

Tom grabbed the thing and shoved it in an animal cage that Maddie left in the garage. You got out of your frozen state when he handed you the tranquilizer gun. You held it until you two got into the house, then you put it on the cabinet. You and Tom had a moment of silence before he stuttered something out to himself. "Wh-what the fuck is that?" You sat down, and watched the thing breathe for a beat before saying something. "I think that this is what I saw."

He turned and looked at you, "Really?" You looked at him, "Yes." There was a pause as you both thought about what to say to each other. "I think we should call it a hedgehog." "Why?" You turned back to the thing in the cage. "Because that's what I've been calling it in my mind." He chuckled a little bit, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that you're delivery was funny to me for some reason." You shrugged. "Gotta have humor in serious situations."

The silence was starting to settle in like a heavy, weighted, blanket amongst you two. Tom, done with the silence, beckoned to you to get up and talk to him. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. You both put your back to the hedgehog and were going to call Maddie before you heard the cage door opening and you stopped Tom.

You both turned around, shocked -even though you both were pretty sure he opened the door- to find that he escaped from the cage. "hgn, What happened?" You gasped and stepped back again. Tom walked to the hedgehog and asked "What are you?" "A hedgehog?" It asked the incredulously, like in disbelief that someone wouldn't know what it is. There was commotion outside, and it ran to the window. "Oh no, they found me again." 

You raised your eyebrows, "Again?" It turned to you, "Yes, again." It turned to Tom, "You've got to help me, Donut Lord." The commotions stopped. "Why should I help you?" "Because you shot me, and this is life or death." Tom looked in distress between you and the hedgehog. "You, Room, HIDE." You pointed to the hedgehog and Tom rephrased the sentence, "It- Attic, You- Room."

You went up the stairs and pretended to go inside your room. You could hear Tom open the door, and talk to someone outside. You didn't hear much though, only little snippets. You tried inching closer, but remembered the floorboards are creaky, and that would tell them that you are there. "So tell me why I should let you inside my house?" You put your hand to your mouth, What? Is someone trying to get in? "Are you aware of ..." Something came in through the window, which made you stand up in alarm. The floor boards creaked as you walked -more like ran- to your closet to hide. 

What the fuck? 

It was silent for a few minutes, most likely seconds but your impatience left you thinking it was longer -as far as you heard at least- before you heard thumping ?down? the stairs. You waited a few beats, and then you could hear a scream momentarily and then rapid fire gunshots with glass breaking.

You shut your eyes, you were panic stricken, and waited until you could hear something. It was minutes, -you counted to try and calm yourself- before you heard something come ?up? the stairs. You heard two pairs of feet, which meant it was likely two people who were here. Doors were flung open and you could hear that they were getting closer to where you were hiding.

Your bedroom door was busted open and then you could hear that they were right outside the closet door. "Hey, Doctor? Are you sure that someone was here?" A fluttering was heard as someone turned around. "Of course I am sure that someone was here." They flung open the door to your closet revealing you to them, as they did though, they kept talking. "Did you doubt my robots, Stone?"

'Stone' -at least as far as you knew, they were named Stone- pointed to you, and smiled at the 'Doctor'. "Of course not, Doctor." Doctor -this time you knew for sure who was who- grabbed your arm violently and pulled you up to them. "Now, adolescent, we need you to come with us to the police department." Dear god, he's scary. "O-okay. W-where's Tom?" Stone's eyes flicked to Doctor then to you. Doctor just let go of you and walked away.

Stone stayed behind and put a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. "Tom is- Tom is unavailable currently." Stone then lead you downstairs where you saw a catastrophe of a house. The table was broken, glass shards were everywhere, bullet holes riddled the walls and floor. Stone was preoccupied with something outside, which left you alone in the house. What happened? Is he dead? Who are these people? You saw that the tranquilizer was still on the counter where you left it, and you compulsively grabbed it and put it in your pocket.

Stone entered again to drag you away from the mess that was now your house. There were two large trucks outside where Doctor was standing outside one of them, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot. Stone explained "I had driven one of the trucks to investigate one area, and the Doctor had driven the other to investigate here, but now he wants to drive you down to the police station and investigate there, while I drive the other back to base. So, you'll be driving with him." Base? 

"O-okay." You got into the truck with Doctor in tow and sat down in one of the seats, and odd one since it was your lucky number and you needed all the luck you could get. "No. Sit somewhere else." The Doctor ordered you, so you sat in the next seat that was your lucky number -another odd number-, but that wasn't good enough for the Doctor. "Sit down beside me then, if you can't sit in the right place." 

So you did just that, you sat down beside him and yelled at him from inside your mind. Excuse me what? I can sit down in the right spot. I was sitting down to get luck, and it wasn't in the way of anything or anyone so I was in the right, you are in the wrong.

Your thoughts of anger were quickly burst when Doctor asked you why you sat in the wrong place. "I sat in the luck number spot." "What do you mean?"  You shrugged, "It was my lucky number where I sat, and you're kind of scary so I need all the luck I can get." He huffed. "I don't see why you think that. Luck doesn't exist, it's just a construct we created, all there is is probability. " You swallowed, I have to tread carefully. "I don't know why I think that way either." 

You quickly arrived at the police department, much to your relief, and got out of the truck. Wade's car was outside, alongside a few black cars, none of which you recognized. You entered the air conditioned police station in tow of the Doctor. Wade was surrounded by some people in black suits. Wade looked discombobulated and also looked like he was about to cry. You walked over to Wade, who looked at you in concern. "I thought Tom wasn't going to show up for a while today." You sat down at a chair, "Yeah, well um." You leaned towards him, and started whispering. "I think Tom's dead, and these guys-" You gestured to the men, "Had something to do with it." 

He whispered to you, "You think Tom's dead?" The shock of it made his hands shake, "I do, there were bullet holes and gun fire, and now Tom's missing." "O, M, G." He looked at you and wrapped you into a hug, "I'm so sorry." Doctor harumphed and then announced to everyone in the room, "So, you simple minded compatriots, I shall tell you what is going on." You and Wade looked to the Doctor, "There is investigation of the power outage incident, and it occurred in this sleepy little town." Stone entered the police station, and walked to Doctor.

You and Wade shared a look of confusion, but neither of you wanted to interrupt him talking, and so you kept silent. I thought it just happened here? Was it farther than that? He continued, "We are from the government, and we are taking over for now." Your eyes widened, the government? Wade gasped a little in shock, a sentiment you agreed with. The Doctor finished his announcement, and walked over to you and Wade. 

He looked around for a seat to sit on and then grabbed it once he saw a seat, Stone stood behind the Doctor. Doctor scooted close to you two before asking a question. "What do you know about terrorism?" You leaned back a little in shock, "W-what?" He grunted in annoyance, "What do you know about terrorism?" You looked around, as if searching your memory , when it came to you. "Acts of violence, particularly against civilians, in order to get a political point across?" 

"Close but what about domestic terrorism?" A look of confusion came across you and Wade's faces. "The same but done with someone from the country?" You asked, looking around again for something. "Hmm. Close enough. That's what Tom is." Your eyes widened again. "B-but-" Wade came to your rescue, "He can't put bait on when fishing, there is no way he can be a terrorist." 

You interjected, "I-isn't he dead anyway?" Doctor sighed, "Sadly-" He gave a look to Stone, "He isn't, nor is he captured." Tears came to your eyes in relief that Tom wasn't dead, You didn't want to lose another parent so soon. "Oh." "Oh?" Doctor queried. "I thought he was dead, ya 'know cause of the bullet holes, and gunfire." Doctor nodded, "A incorrect assumption, but I see how you jumped to that conclusion. But, back to the topic at hand here, Tom is a terrorist, even if you think him a good man."

No, no way he's a terrorist. It must be because of that hedgehog we helped earlier. The thing must be wanted by the government. You snuck a look at the clock, 4:41, whish was surprising because time had moved so fast. "Why is he a terrorist?" You dared to ask. "He is helping an enemy of the state, which reminds me of something." He stood up and beckoned you to do so as well. Stone stepped back to let Doctor through, and you followed Doctor to an empty room. 

Doctor grabbed something from Stone's pocket and held it in front of you. It seemed like a quill from a hedgehog, but it was long, glowing blue and sparkling with electricity. "What is this to you? And what was it doing inside your house?" "It must have been a glowstick, from a previous performance of mine." He hummed, "Then why is it so bright?" "Good glowstick, perhaps?" He hummed again, then handed it to Stone to keep. He started walking closer to you, and he grabbed your chin to look at him. "Look, adolescent, Don't play games with me." "I-I'm not, I don't know what's going on a-and I'm s-scared c-cause I thought that my dad was dead, and I didn't want him to die as well, and-" You burst into tears, all of your anxiety caught up to you and exploded within. 

You dropped to the ground and held your knees to yourself. You couldn't stop crying, even though it showed that you were vulnerable right now, you just couldn't stop. Stone kneeled beside you and started rubbing circles into your back. Doctor just stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, as someone just started crying in front of him, seemingly without warning. He just left you crying with Stone. 

It was hard, you didn't want to cry but your body was crying without you meaning it to, leaving you feeling awful making you cry more. Stone just kneeled there rubbing your back and giving you tissues while you were crying into yourself, which was for a while, because you couldn't stop. Eventually you did stop, but that was when all the tears in your body were gone.

You breathed in, and blew your nose again before standing up. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. I shouldn't cry." He gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to cry, it must have been a lot for you today." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it was." You threw away your tissues and breathed in really deep. "I'm okay now, I promise." "Okay. You ready to go out there?" 

"Yeah, I think so." You opened the door and took a look at the clock when you sat back down with Wade. 6:11. Doctor was talking to somebody else when you sat down. "You okay? Your eyes are puffy and red, did they make you cry?" You shook your head. "No, they didn't make me cry. I'm fine Wade." He said nothing, but moved the tissue box closer to you.

You were exhausted, but you fought with your tiredness to stay awake by stabbing yourself with your fingernails. You did end up falling asleep, but you woke up at 8:22, so it was just a little nap. Wade tapped you on the shoulder to see if you were awake. He needed to tell you something. "Hey, you awake?" You mumbled something, and then shook your head to wake up. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I understand, but they have a plan as to where you'll be staying." You were more awake at that point, "What? What do you mean?" He paused for a moment then shook his head about something mentally. "Um, so, you won't be staying at your house 'cause it's an investigation zone and you would be trampling evidence, and since both of your guardians are unavailable to watch you, you will be staying with them - I think." You blinked slowly at him, "Why can't I stay with you?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know. Sorry, kiddo."  Doctor and Stone stopped by Wade's desk where you two were, "Did you manage to relay the information?" Doctor asked in a demanding tone. "Yeah, I told Y/N that they wouldn't be staying with me." The phone started to ring, and Wade picked it up before Doctor could. 

Tom's voice was a bit staticky, but you could hear him through the phone. "Hey Wade." Wade whispered into the phone, "What is going on, Tom? There are these men in suits and they were asking about you and asking about terrorism, and I told them you couldn't put bait on, there is no way he's a terrorist." Tom cut him off, "Wade, I need you to not let them know I called you." Wade looked at Doctor and Stone, "Yeah, I think they already know." 

Doctor grabbed the phone out of Wade's hand, "Mr. Wachowski ." "Ah, Hello Robotnik." "I want you to know that the only other person to punched me in the face was the school yard bully, he hit me in the cafeteria causing a blunt force contusion to the soft tissue surrounding my orbital bone, humiliated me in front of the entire school and you know what I did in response?" "I assume that you went to the teacher and reported him?" "No, I examined the inefficiency in a world where brawn overtrumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency. The boy ate his meals through a straw for a year. You are about to become the bully with a straw. I am coming for you Mr. Wachowski and when I catch you- I'll." Tom hung up the phone abruptly, stopping Robotnik from finishing his sentence.

"Hello? Hello? Hello Hello Hello?" Wade interrupted Robotnik, "Um, I think he hung up actually, 'cause I noticed the light isn't on." "Thank you, Officer Brainfart." Wade pouted at the insult. "You know what, just sit there and be you - sless." He beckoned for you to come with him as he walked off from the room.

"Um, aren't any of you going to erase my memory or something?! I will tell people about this!" But nobody did anything.

You followed Robotnik and Stone where they stopped in front of the truck. "Now, adolescent, are there any questions for my superior intellect?" You fiddled with your fingers, "A-actually, yes there is, Why couldn't I stay with Wade?" He laughed a little, "You were in the home and care of a terrorist, why would we let you be alone with someone when we could watch you?" Stone entered the truck, and it was just you and Robotnik outside. 

"B-but I d-didn't do anything, Why are you watching me?" He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them in frustration, and screamed at you, "BECAUSE!"

You grabbed the tranquilizer in your pants, I am not going with someone with power in the government that high, he can do almost anything without consequences, he could do anything to me. You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.

[cleverusernameh]

Might As Well Put 2024 Art Summary Here

et voila

tons of dragons, a few non dragons, and one dinosaur (that's the really hard to see one on the paper sorry :{)

March-May and December dragons are fully viewable on my Youtube channel, as well as the rest of the animation Feburary's singular frame comes from. October and July are fully visible on my ArtFight. As for the others, I'll slide them in here, with baby descriptions and more bonus art, hopefully below the cut (apparently you can manually add these?)

like, i thought this was just some skill seasoned tumblr bumblrs had, inately knowing how much of any given text/images would show up before a given cut. crazy. anyway, arts!

January - Fantasy Creature ft. Gay People

Fantasy creature on left for Book Series #2 I Want to Write (coincidentally where the gays come from as well). The fantasy creature is based off of dinosaurs, essentially. Nice and feathery, with actual ears and such. Actually, I developed it from a Picrew played so, shoutout to StaticStray's Monster Picrew.

The gay people are there, and are some of my most beloved right now.

June - Big Birthday Bdragon

Made this for my friend's birthday around the same time I was whipping up my commissions sheet (you can also see it there, and also maybe think about commissioning me for something pretty please?). I designed him (Thundertalon) with the same mentality I do with all my "humans into dragons" drawings: how do I put these aspects of this specific person into a dragon? Favorite color, eye color, spines mimicking hair, and any other general key features are adapted as well as I can into dragon form.

I also made another fullbody dragon the same day because I didn't realize two of my friends had the same birthday until the day of, so needless to say, one of them got more sauce than the other.

So here's Snowdrop, Leaf/Night hybrid:

July - The Rest of ArtFight

I put up half of my attacks/defenses earlier, but not all of them, so here they are:

These characters belong to wackygeluga, Natural_Disaster, allergies.

August - Doodle of DND Character + More Gay People

school means being crazy busy, so finding good stuff i made (digitally) during the school months was a bit harder. this is just a headshot of a DND character I played as for two sessions. He is a thinly veiled Dan from Dan Vs. I miss him.

Also one night I traced a base I found on Pintrest, and accidentally ate so hard and I can't hide it anymore:

literally why

September - Design Doodle and oh... oh wait that's sans undertale

Moons forbid I try to give my characters an alternate outfit lest they become sans undertale. This is Edward, one of the gay people from earlier. His book takes place in 2016, so if he were to ever wear this in the story, I will definitely make Terrence say something about it.

Wait, he wouldn't know what Undertale is.

...

COMMENT DOWN BELOW TO MAKE A CAMEO IN A TWO SECOND SCENE IN A BOOK THAT WILL CERTAINLY DEFINITELY COME OUT

November - Maize Birthday Piece

I don't talk enough about my OCs on here, nor show them off. But like, every (other) year, I do a little art for them on the birthday I made up for them. November 4th is the birthday of Maize Bliss. (pronounced "may-zee"; yes I'm sorry, but not enough to change it until forced to at gunpoint). Here's just a random cool shot of her activating her healing powers to fix those internal organs or something. I also used markers on this, and as someone much more familiar with crayons and pencils as art mediums, this was a fun experiment to do.

And that's about it---except for these sillies I made in the middle of animating for something else:

that's my cat Pumpkin. I love her.

Anyhow, see you next year, and now for me to spend 6 hours filling in the appropriate tags and then some fun ones on top of that.

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

oh no..... had a thought about the au where tanjirou is giyuu and ayame is sabito.........

tanjirou and ayame face the hand oni, but they're both so unprepared for it. tanjirou's rib is broken, his forearm is probably fractured and he's been limping since they managed their escape. it's almost too dark for ayame to see where they're hiding in the cave, but she can feel the terrible tremors of the hand oni as it hunts for them.

the terrified expression on tanjirou's face is what makes her decision for her.

the hand oni said "sweet little fox".

maybe if he sees the fox mask and cloud jinbei and nothing else, then they might have a chance.

or, well, tanjirou might have a chance. urokodaki-san would be sad if he didn't return. urokodaki-san doesn't have anyone anymore.

ayame tears the jinbei off tanjirou's shoulders, replacing it with her kimono while he's still disoriented. she pulls it loose around her, then snatches the mask off his head.

"what - ayame, what - ?"

"stay here," she says quietly, her expression hidden behind the mask urokodaki-san carved for him. "i'll lead the oni away. don't make any noise, then make your way down to the wisteria trees as soon as the coast is clear."

"the mask - "

"tanjirou." her voice is solemn. "whatever happens... tell my shishou i was always grateful for everything."

she disappears from the cave before tanjirou can demand answers.

murata finds tanjirou and helps him through final selection. there is only one casualty for final selection that year.

kamado tanjirou is the water hashira, and he wears a dark blue seigaiha haori, the pattern dyed red. he's the water hashira, so no one wonders why he wears seigaiha. the charcoal half of his haori is hard to explain, but no one will ask.

when sabito is faced with the boulder, a girl in a fox mask appears before him. she holds himself the way a master swordsman does, and her strikes are swift and merciless. she knocks him out in ten seconds and doesn't bother to wait for him to wake up.

he begrudgingly admits that the way she moves is beautiful.

another girl, also with a fox mask, but with the mask resting against the side of his head, is the one who greets him when his eyes open.

"sorry about ayame-san," she says with a rueful chuckle. "she isn't very patient."

ayame-san, sabito learns early on, doesn't speak much if she can help it. she doesn't linger, even if sometimes he feels like he's being watched when he's alone. she continues to use a bokken while he wields a live sword, but it doesn't matter; she is always the one who deals out the first strike. often the last one as well.

"ayame-san doesn't want to show off too much," hikari says as she braids a flower crown. "she's a bit different from the rest of us, that's all. she doesn't stay for urokodaki-san after all."

"then who does she stay for?" asks sabito.

hikari's smile is secretive as she rests the daisy crown in her dark hair. "one of these days, you should ask her, sabito. you might be the only person she answers."

three months later, ayame stands before him with a steel katana at her hip. she draws it slowly - almost reverently. sabito notices that the curve of it is slightly different; it's steeper, the kissaki almost menacing.

"so," she says in a measured voice, "after six months, you can finally face me as a swordsman. hikari-san did well training you."

"you had just as much to do with it, ayame-san," hikari calls out from the side.

sabito snarls. it pulls the scar on his cheek, making him look more dangerous.

"today is the day i win," he declares, unsheathing his own blade.

ayame tilts her head. he wonders if her lips follow the same downward curl of her mask, or if she smirks at him like he always imagined she has.

"then you'd better hit me with everything you have, sabito."

time slows around him. his nose twitches, picking up a strange scent. it's metallic and sharp, like a freshly polished katana. it winds through the air, and he finds his blade following its arc.

for the first time since they met, his blade reaches ayame first.

there is a moment of stillness.

sabito can't believe his katana sliced downward first. her arms are still raised, and she doesn't move as her sleeves fall downwards, exposing the kumihimo cords she has wound around her left wrist.

the fox mask splits in half - sliced vertically in a perfect line. when the wood falls to her shoulders, sabito is shocked to meet shockingly blue eyes.

ayame's lips are parted in surprise. as he watches, her lips curl into a small smile. the slightest twitch of the corners of her lips is both happy and sad.

"sabito..." she murmurs.

sabito can never catch ayame's scent. for the first time, there's a hint of charcoal and something floral lingering in the air, muted by the scent of a summertime rain.

"you did great. remember what you just did, ne?" her voice lowers. "win, okay, sabito? beat that guy too."

sabito glances at hikari in disbelief. she smiles at him encouragingly.

"ayame," he hears himself say, "who do you stay for?"

surprise flits across her features.

"hey," she chuckles sadly, "next time you see tanjirou, be sure to say hi to him. he's so gloomy nowadays."

sabito glances at hikari, but she's disappeared. when he turns back to ayame, she's gone too.

the only thing left in the clearing was the boulder, sliced in half. exactly the same way he had sliced ayame's mask.

[eveetheartist]

W𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝕐 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝕃𝔻!

Evee here! An artist who is always in constant motion, drawing everything that goes through my head non-stop, coming up with one idea after another until I run out of ideas and hit a tremendous artistic block, but always willing to delve into doing new things every day, giving life to my drawings and even turning them into little improvised crafts. That's me!

My main interest is now focused on Welcome home! probably this interest will last for a long time being my current hyperfixation... but besides that! I'm a multi-fandom artist so it won't be the only colorful thing I'll always illustrate.

About me

I love drawing! My memory of how I got into art is a bit hazy, but I know it all started with the classic game Undertale. This amazing game sparked my interest, and with admiration and dedication, I drew Sans the skeleton for the first time. My younger self was captivated by the result, and that’s when I found my favorite hobby—art and drawing.

The same thing happened with animation. Watching so many animations related to the game made me want to bring my own characters to life, and Undertale pushed me to dive into animation. Then I discovered Animation Memes, which only fueled my passion more, turning me into an energetic kid with every animation I made, starting from 2016.

Sadly, I had to leave my old animation channel and start fresh on TikTok! I don't post animations as often, but my dedication is still there. Now I’m exploring more things—and maybe even some new ones!

• Mi inglés no es del todo bueno but I'm still learning! Please to comment on my mistakes [ESP/ENG].

• im from México.

• I am part of the community LGBTQ+, Pansexual and GenderFluid.

• If at any time I seem distracted or cause any confusion, believe me, it is never my intention to do so. I always try to do my best even if sometimes my mind is going a mile a minute.

For me this is more than just a hobby, art is not just a pastime, it is an essential part of who I am and I would like to show you my love for it. <3

[aurafantastic]

a touch up 2023 change some details I read in a place that her hands were ugly instead of getting angry or upset the truth I said by God it's true and aside from Mayoi's profile and her hand I always saw it wrong but I said maybe I'm tired that day... but well I'll talk all this so that those who continue in this practice I am not and I will never be the best but I enjoy and I feel alive drawing I feel in another world and the truth is if I have to improve so be it never stop practicing and improving a hug sorry for not bringing this year a drawing of this year of valentine I haven't had a good time this year but well take care of yourselves

un retoque 2023 le cambie algunos detalles lei en un lugar que estaban feos sus manos en vez de enojarme o estar molesta la verdad dije por dios es verdad y aparte el perfil de mayoi y su mano siempre la vi mal pero dije tal vez estoy cansada ese dia … pero bueno platico todo esto para que los que sigan en esto practiquen yo no soy y nunca sere la mejor pero disfruto y me siento viva dibujar me siento en otro mundo y la verdad si tengo que mejorar que asi sea nunca dejen de practicar y mejorar un abrazo perdon por no traer este año un dibujo de este año de san valentine no la he pasado bien en este año pero bueno cuidense mucho

[ellayuki]

we're all made of glitter and nightmares (and baby, we thrive)

Tsubasa Chronicle Month 2023

- Day 17: FLUFF

~

"Come on, now, go to daddy, go to daddy, that's it," Fai coos as he gently nudges the little boy towards where Syaoran is sitting cross-legged on the floor of Sakura's drawing room. 

The child crawls, hesitant at first, but then speeding off with a squeaky giggle towards his father. Syaoran smiles and it's probably the most at peace Fai has ever seen the boy (not a boy anymore, he reminds himself, he's a grown man now, with a family of his own). "I'll never get tired of the way he squeaks like that, like he's delighted about what he's doing," Syaoran says, just as the boy reaches him. He picks him up, brings him close and presses a soft kiss to his sand-coloured hair.

Fai nods. "I think every new parent has that, that wonder, when it comes to things, especially adorable things, that their children do." He huffs, amused and fond, and shakes his head. "Hell, it's not even just the new parents." When Syaoran looks at him with a questioning glance, Fai shrugs. "You and Sakura-chan both, you're adults now. And yet, I still find most everything you do endearing and wondrous."

Syaoran's eyes widen just a smidge, before he ducks his head to hide his reddening face. (It's adorable, and proves Fai's point perfectly.) "Fai-san…"

Fai shrugs again, before reaching over, patting Syaoran's head gently, and then picking the now squirming child out of his arms. The boy instantly settles, big, green eyes blinking up at Fai, before crossing adorably when Fai lightly boops his nose with the tip of his finger. The squeaky giggle that follows is as heartwarming as it was earlier.

"Will you and Kurogane-san have one, do you think?" Syaoran asks after a mostly silent minute, voice soft, eyes on his son when Fai looks up at him. 

Fai hums, half in thought, half for his grandson. "Maybe. It's never really come up, honestly, not even when we got the news of Sakura-chan's pregnancy." Fai has thought about it, though, once or twice. It doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Don't worry, though," he teases with a scrunch of his nose. "You guys are still going to be our first children. That won't change, even if we do decide to have another."

And Syaoran nods, face still pink (Fai wants to poke his cheek, see if it's as warm as it looks). "Then I'll be looking forward to having a little brother or sister."

~

("Kuropon, what do you think about having children?"

"It's tiring and bad for the heart."

"I mean, yes. But."

"But what? Spit it out, mage."

"I was thinking of maybe having one?"

"We already have one, idiot. More than, actually."

"Kuro-sama, you're being obtuse. I mean, let's have another. A baby. Maybe two."

"...Did the brat's kid send you into a baby fever or something?"

"No. No. Ah, nevermind. It was just a silly idea."

"...okay. If that's what you want. Sure."

"...really?"

"Yes, really."

"I. Alright, then.")

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1, 8, 19, 17, 18 & 24. (You asked me, so I'm asking in return! Feel free to answer whichever one you haven't before/want to!! hope your current drawing is well and your art block is minimal to non-existant.)

Aw, you're a treasure ☺️ thanks for giving an ask back! I hope never draw blank on storyline and your fingertips never hurt <3

1. My most recent w.i.ps! I always have a lot of wips so to be accurate I'll show them all :] I find that having a lot of goals helps with my brain because when I'm procrastinating one of them I can just work on another and they all get finished!.... I do have a few that were failed by this process and have been forgotten a while but 9/10 Stoves agree it works!

8: What do I like most about my own work? This is actually a tough question, cause I've always found more joy in what i was drawing then how i was doing it. But i suppose I like my sketches and the messy way I do line art now :3 My sketches always appealed to me in a way that didn't translate into clean lines, and I purposefully add in some sketch marks to preserve some charm for myself.

19.Favourite characters to draw? Ooooh that's another toughy cause it always changes. 🤔 Dream!Sans has def been the recent #1, but I can remember the details i love of all my little guys <3 I love Sun's rays, the brim of Moon's hat, their eyes, Nightmare's goop eye and Tentacles, Papyrus' Scarf, Zim's antennae, Wally's sideburns, Snatcher's Claws, Ghost's Horns, Grim's cape, Bb Bender's Vest, and Danny's teeth! :]

17. What inspires you? I think it's just the idea that I can make whatever I want, participate in something like a fandom or the Artfight, and have other people look at something I've made and enjoy it! Art's like a game I can play with myself over and over and never get bored of the steps

18. I've always wanted to either write a book are make a video game about my OC's but they're so convoluted i can hardly wrap my head around them anywhere other than in my head @-@ Thinking about it, I guess a lot of my smaller projects are extensions of what I wish I could do with my own characters. Maybe one day

24. How do I deal with artblock? Like i said my brain usually lets me cycle between different pieces, but on those couple days where I just can't keep a pen to a screen I just take the L and focus on a video game for a few days until inspiration hits again and I start another w.i.p :']

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ABYSS - The Ocean of ■ That Drips Downwards 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Souma, Kanata, Madara

Translator: Mika Enstars

"No need to demonstrate gratituuude, I’m just doin’ what’s natural to do as a person! Heheh. ♪"

Season: Winter

Location: Mansion Corridor

About 10 minutes later. At the manor built at the middle of the funeral home…

Madara: Now, the mission begins!

Alright, God. Starting now, we're secret agents. We’ll sneak in unnoticed and destroy the secret weapon that the adults have kept hidden!

I’ve seen movies like that!

Kanata: Movie… Kanata doesn’t understand, but he’s glad Mikejima is having fun.

Kanata’s also having fun. Is this, what having fun is?

It feels fluffy.

Madara: That’s just ‘cause you’re usually holed up in that dimly-lit cave, God. Just moving your body around must have you feeling good.

Kanata: Am tired, though. Kanata’s feet are getting heavy.

Madara: I’ll carry you on my back, then.

Kanata: You’re such a big help, Mikejima. Goood boy.

Madara: I’d hate to fail the mission after getting this far ‘cause you dragged your feet! It’d be especially bad if my parents found out. They’d probably get really angry.

Kanata: Sorry for asking you to do something troublesome, Mikejima.

Madara: I don’t mind at allll. I understand how you feel, and I’m having fun too!

Madara: (—The other day, “Kanata-kun”’s mother, who until then had been worshiped as a living god in our religion, had passed away.)

(Today’s the funeral. I’m trying to allow poor Kanata-kun, who wasn’t able to be there for his parent’s death, at least see her body.)

(Yeah. I’m not in the wrong here, this is justice.)

(I’m on the side of justice, here to help this poor child.)

(I’m different from my father and mother.)

Kanata: …Mikejima?

What’s wrong? Is Kanata heavy?

Madara: No, you’re light! Really, are you eating properly?

Kanata: It’s not that Kanata doesn’t eat, but he practices shoujinkessai.

Madara: Shoujin-what?

Kanata: Shoujinkessai.

Madara: Mhm, no idea! Dunno what that is!

I’ll look it up online later. More importantly, the body should be in the room at the end of this hall!

Madara: Given it’s the body of a god, there may be some people guarding it to make sure nobody messes with it.

If there is, I’ll act as a decoy to draw their attention away!

That way, in the meantime, Kanata-san can sneak in and meet his mother.

Kanata: Right. You’re such a big help, Mikejima.

Thank you for always being kind to Kanata.

Kanata wishes he could demonstrate his gratitude. But he is not yet a god, so he can’t do anything. He’s a disappointment.

Madara: No need to demonstrate gratituuude, I’m just doin’ what’s natural to do as a person! Heheh. ♪

Kanata: I see. Is that what people are supposed to do?

Being kind to others.

Kanata likes people, then.

Souma: (…What are these guys doing? They managed to slip away a little while ago, but this time, I’ll have them explain everything!)

(Sneaking in the corner of the manor like so… Are they thieves? In that case, I'll too punish them for their disrespectful behavior earlier!)

(Still, they truly are quite peculiar ones.)

(Especially that blue-haired one… And what’s with that over-elaborate outfit?)

(I don’t think they’re your everyday humans.)

(Akin to Onmyoji[1] you see in picture books, or a celestial maidens or a god—)

(….God? Come to think of it, that kid did refer to himself as a god…)

Kanata: It’s the Child.

Souma: …!? Eh? W-When did you get behind me?

I’ve been defeated yet again! I couldn’t see the signs!

Kanata: Shhhh…. Be quiet. Kanata doesn’t quite understand, but it seems it’ll be a problem if we get found.

It’s called hide-and-seek. Do you know?

Souma: Hide-and-seek…?

Kanata: Mhm. You hide so you are not found. Like right here, see?

Souma: M-Me? Hide behind this dresser here? Why?

Souma: (Or maybe, this just another kid from the neighborhood? It looks like they’re playing hide-and-seek…)

(Now that I’m thinking about it, they were sneaking around out of sight earlier, weren’t they?)

(Then, there’s nothing to worry about!)

(No, nonono, no ordinary child would be walking around in such a strange outfit!)

(They’re definitely out of the ordinary, some way or another!)

Kanata: Ah, Mikejima is calling. Which means, Kanata will be going.

Souma: Ah… W, wai—

Kanata: There, there ♪

Souma: …? W-Why are you petting me?

Kanata: Does it still hurt? My Mikejima was rude to you earlier, wasn’t he?

But, if you can, please forgive him.

Because, Mikejima is always doing the right thing.

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1. A term used to refer to those in charge of performing prayer and divination within private or governmental sectors.