#possessed by catboys to create this

[nights-at-crystarium]

(If you recognize me despite anon no you don't I'm too shy to face the consequences of my actions <3)

Your work helped to pull me out of a rut that made me fear I'd not create again. I felt like I couldn't create for the sake of it, like there was no space for me in my own life--suffocating on being so used to creating for others that after some friends cut me off, I shut down altogether and didn't create barely anything for almost a year.

And then I, by some cosmic chance, a fluke I can't even recall, found an episode of Fragments. Not even in ShB yet, freshly in possession of the full game, already adoring Raha, I naturally poked my nose into it. Devoured it, honestly. It was inspiring in a way I can't rightly put into words, to see someone creating for themselves. Even down to art style, there was something that struck a chord with me, and made me think that maybe--I oughtta try again. I sat down. I drew.

It was reading your comic and studying aspects of your art that I particularly loved that dragged me, kicking and screaming, back to drawing, as infrequently as I still do it. It was seeing you being you and creating for yourself that made me take a step towards doing that for myself.

And even if you read this and think "well that's a touch much, I'm just me" or something to that effect; even a candle can be a lighthouse when you feel too small to stand. So thank you, for just doing what you do, because your little light in the darkness helped me to have just a bit of whatever it was I needed to do what I do.

(Why hello there, beautiful stranger, this must be the first time we ever spoke <w<)

It'd be hypocritical of me to say that I've always been able to draw with such ease and never had an artblock, or always loved what came out. Years and years ago, I also relied on being inspired by others, roleplayed with someone in another fandom, and it turned me into the happiest art machine. Drawing for others was pretty much the only way I drew.

Getting abandoned by that rp buddy, well, it broke me forever. Then followed a few years of drawing the bare minimum to earn for my living, although I wasn't sure that living was something I felt up to anymore. Whatever few things I drew for myself back then, I still keep them, but they're hard to look at because they literally crawl apart, the proportions and all, giving away the poor mental state I was in.

Then, we enter the known chunk of recent history where I learn of a catboy, hyperfixate a little, no, really a little, I didn't have plans to become what I am in xiv now, and the overwhelming response to it made me feel alive for the first time in many years. Frankly and cynically, I just got lucky that my blorbo happened to be popular, but the fact stands true: I found my reason to have fun drawing and living again.

Over the past few years I only got more confident in my decision to cater only to my tastes from here on. I'm incredibly lucky that others find it enjoyable too, and that we seem to agree that self-indulgence is THE way to exist in a fandom.

Here's some dark me-lore in exchange for your sincere message, a vulnerability for vulnerability.

[lostuntothisworld]

Birthday: September 13, 2001 Chinese zodiac: snake Sun sign: Virgo Decan: third/Taurus (Venus) Moon sign: Cancer Rising sign: Taurus

Birthday Masterlist Link

Explination under the cut.

Next up, we have our catboy Adrien. I know a lot of people headcanon him as being born some time in October, usually in the Libra season, but this boy is 100% a Virgo. Let me explain.

Virgo is the steadfast maiden of the zodiac. They are modest, detail-oriented, and analytical. On the flip side, they worry, are over critical, harsh, and neurotic.

And while I know that it’s hard to imagine Chat Noir as modest, but please hear me out:

He was born in Paris, so I calculated his moon sign, his emotional core, as Cancer, which are known for being dramatic. Cancers also crave emotional intamacy, and Adrien is so so so starved of love, he silently begs for it every chance he can. Someone hug this boy….

As for the Taurus Decan and Taurus rising, well Taurus are known for their love of… stuff. And while Adrien’s sensible Virgo tempers this for the most part, the boy does loves luxury. He canonically takes rose petal baths, and sets up romantic candlelit dates under in the moonlight.

Let me copypasta astrology.com’s summary of a Virgo Sun/Cancer Moon/Taurus Rising:

Those born under the Virgo Sun sign are known for their analytical, practical, and detail-oriented approach to life. They have high standards for themselves and often strive for perfection in their work and personal life. Virgos are also known for their reserved nature, preferring to observe and analyze situations rather than take impulsive action. The Moon in Cancer speaks to a sensitive and nurturing emotional nature. Those born under this sign have a deep connection to their family and friends and can be easily hurt by rejection or criticism. Cancer Moons are known for their empathy and ability to tap into their intuition to understand both their own emotions and the emotions of others. Taurus Rising people have a calm, grounded, and stable demeanor. They are often seen as reliable and trustworthy individuals who prefer to take things at a slower pace and appreciate the finer things in life. With a Taurus Rising, there is also a strong attachment to their possessions and a desire for financial security. Those with a Virgo Sun, Cancer Moon, and Taurus Rising have a unique combination of traits that can be both helpful and challenging. The analytical and detail-oriented nature of the Virgo Sun is balanced by the emotional sensitivity of the Cancer Moon. This combination of traits can create a compassionate and caring individual who is also highly practical and organized. However, the desire for stability and security that comes with a Taurus Rising may clash with the emotional needs of the Cancer Moon. Additionally, the reserved nature of the Virgo Sun and Taurus Rising may make it difficult for those with this combination to open up emotionally to others. Overall, those with a Virgo Sun, Cancer Moon, and Taurus Rising will benefit from finding a balance between their emotional sensitivity and practical nature. By honoring both their logical and intuitive sides, they can harness the power of their unique astrological combination to achieve their goals and thrive in their personal and professional lives. ….With a Virgo Sun, Cancer Moon, and Taurus Rising, you have a unique combination of traits that can create a compassionate and analytical individual who values stability and security. Finding a balance between your practical and emotional needs will allow you to thrive in all areas of your life.

[steakout-05]

a horrible powerful force possessed me to create this catboy barry edit

im not apologising for the existence of this image

[fancy-feast-official]

bored so i'm gonna make a master list of all my ocs with descriptions lol. see the readmore for uh... more! (and please read the tags as there are some triggering implications in some oc descriptions)

bellatrice lane

this story was created by @flareboi! you can see more stuff about it on our shared toyhouse here

elias the witch age: (physical) 25, (actual) 255 pronouns: he/him (trans) born in colonial new england, and moved to what would later become new mexico during the revolution. does not know what the united states are.

adachi haru age: (physical) 34, (actual) 148 pronouns: he/him (cis) trained samurai, born in korea but lived in mexico city after his mother died. moved to new mexico shortly before his death.

zeyna la cour age: (physical) 42, (actual) 133 pronouns: she/her (cis) one of the three fortune tellers, took care of pumpkin while she was living in the circus

sybil clutterbuck age: (physical) 27, (actual) 127 pronouns: she/her (cis) an acrobat with terrible body dysmorphia. her ghost form manifests with many wings that she uses to cover her face and body (@mosseatermyla recently drew a wonderful drawing of her, which is the third image in this post!!)

jeanie birdwhistle age: (physical) 35, (actual) 124 pronouns: she/her (cis) mother of 5 (iirc), including the former contortionist of the circus. she was also a fortune teller at one point, after zeyna and pumpkin

felix levine age: (physical) 30, (actual) 109 pronouns: he/him (in a 100% genderqueer way) animal tamer and catboy, friends with sybil and didi/maxime as well as @fetts-macaroni-art's oc casper.

"pumpkin" age: (physical) 15, (actual) 106 pronouns: she/her (later switches to they/them) the youngest part of the fortune teller, former runaway who experienced true prophetic visions.

brindille "didi" auclair / maxime auclair age: (physical) 25, (actual) 102 pronouns: originally she/her but eventually he/him jeanie's second youngest child and the former contortionist. their unfinished business is egg-cracking.

théo birdwhistle age: (physical) 37, (actual) 100 pronouns: he/him (cis) jeanie's youngest, died in a car accident with his fiancé, claude, and got trapped in the attic of the house. initially unaware that any of his family members are ghosts.

claude shepherd age: (physical) 35, (actual) 98 pronouns: he/him (cis) théo's fiancé and local garden ghost. he looks like a gnome and always has plants growing on him.

phillip mclellan age: (physical) 19, (actual) 56 pronouns: he/him (genderqueer) former member of a cult in a town next to hapsville, where bellatrice lane takes place. had his own soul exorcised from his body and sent to hell, and he spent almost forty years fighting his way back out, before digging himself out of his own grave. basically possessing his own body, which has been mysteriously frozen in time.

damien lioncourt age: 15 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: vampire he is not aware that he's a vampire. just thinks that he's allergic to garlic and easily sunburnt (this is despite the fact that the rest of his family knows they're all vampires. they just... forgot to tell damien)

f.a.e. (for all eternity)

more information can be seen on the fae website here!

his majesty fechin dune of the dappled forest age: 25 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: seelie fae has a tumblr: @ask-fechin. king of his kingdom, and very very homosexual (married to @reedsaloser's oc knox affean, prince of naranthia)

veronica hippotigris age: 24 pronouns: she/they species: elf courting knox's adopted sibling rowan (who is fechin's half-brother... weird). loves violin.

zemenu/zamir pirags age: 21 pronouns: she/he (genderfluid but doesn't realize till she starts dressing as a man to hide that her partner is gay) species: seelie fae personal bodyguard and best friend of prince oberon fournier of finapor, an island kingdom near naranthia and the dappled forest.

silas waylen age: 18 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: seelie fae son of a disgraced noblewoman from the dappled forest, he's spent his entire life in finapor. twin of siana, and deeply autistic.

siana waylen age: 18 pronouns: she/her (cis) species: seelie fae daughter of a disgraced noblewoman and twin sister of silas. more adhd than autistic, and also missing an arm.

fish cardiff age: 20 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: human technically a witch, but he doesn't like to make that known. son of queen chrysanthemum's (fechin's mother's) first human pet, anton. he lives in the forest between his village and the dappled forest kingdom.

moon woo-yeong age: 19 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: unseelie fae the crown prince of the underdark kingdom of elysium, and one of the two survivors of a terrible carriage accident that killed his father and older sister. he has the power to see auras

myung jong-woo age: 15 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: unseelie fae the younger maternal cousin of the crown prince, and the older son of the head monk of the country's religion. because he didn't inherit the family power of seeing auras, he was passed over for inheriting his father's title in favor of his younger brother, sang-hoon, who he bullies relentlessly.

the house

pavel volkov age: 120 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: witch owns a magickal house with a mind of its own

duncan farwell age: 119 pronouns: he/him (cis) species: specialized human subject of a series of experiements which resulted in him being able to control synthetic magick

lowell cotreau age: 120 pronouns: he/they species: human magick experimenter who accidentally sent himself to the faerie realm, connecting the story of the house to fae. became the last human pet of queen chrysanthemum.

maisy osse age: 20 pronouns: they/them species: half-giant pavel's apprentice and literally the tallest motherfucker you'll ever meet. they have three eyes and my entire heart <3

[cicada-days-of-summer]

I posted 13,312 times in 2022

That's 5,243 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (1%)

13,241 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@joey-wheeler-official

@catboy-manjoume

@kagehiraschainsaw

@tr4panrot

@yugiohz

I tagged 1,677 of my posts in 2022

#me - 154 posts

#fav - 85 posts

#bugs - 60 posts

#bug - 59 posts

#yuta muto - 43 posts

#for later - 25 posts

#yugioh - 18 posts

#vector 🥺 - 15 posts

#yusa arclight - 15 posts

#vector - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#getting my braces next month they said i’ll have ‘em till i’m out of school like literally just take my teeth out i’ll wear dentures omfg

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yamato saw a guy getting boiled and said “that’s me fr”

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#4

Analysis’ of the continuity between GX and ZEXAL

Some excluded notes

-Aster was canonically in possession of the Numeron Code for an extended period of time

-My connection between Kite and Neo Space comes from Galaxy Eyes upgraded form Neo Galaxy Eyes Dragon, prior to the past series using the word “Ultimate”

(Inspired by @scattered-irises powerpoint format)

18 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#3

24 notes - Posted December 14, 2022

#2

Shout out to the only two games downloaded too my phone

Anyways, protags with hats covering their eyes >>>>>>

51 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I draw very serious things.

154 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

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[nervousbreadpuppy]

I posted 27,859 times in 2022

That's 27,364 more posts than 2021!

1,121 posts created (4%)

26,738 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bifrosted-flakes

@just-krieg-thoughts

@thedepressionoftrees

@bobolobocus

@pink-child-thoughts

I tagged 2,209 of my posts in 2022

#unreality - 54 posts

#dsmp shit - 53 posts

#saving - 52 posts

#vent - 20 posts

#good art - 16 posts

#... - 14 posts

#possession trio - 14 posts

#yes - 13 posts

#crow - 12 posts

#me - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i'll make fun of my friend for listening to mother mother and then listen to the soundtrack for a mobile game that came out 10 years ago

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so I know everyone's talking about the desert duo parallels and how fate brings them together in each series.

But can we also talk about

Ren and Martyn, who form alliances with each other in each series.

And

Scott and Jimmy, who stay far away from each other after third life.

Because I think they're worth talking about <3

59 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#4

ok you know what I'm doing this. If this post gets, idk 1000 notes I will read Homestuck.

134 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#3

he's a bird, he's a little creature, he's just some guy, he's a god, he killed god, he's baby, he's some possessed doll, he's a fish that gained sentience, he's a pop star, he's gay, he plays golf, he's a guinea pig, he's a communist, he's a murderer, he's possessed, he's possessing someone else, he's a wanted man, he's a law abiding citizen, he's a hippie, he's a train conductor, he's a little mushroom man ohoho, he has no mouth and he must scream, he's a father, he's a prankster, his eyes are just holes carved out of his head, he's an angel, he's a catboy, he's a boat captain, he's a pile of rocks, he's polyamorous, he's a cheater, he's British,

150 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

fun part of being able to collapse at will!

you can collapse at will.

unfun part of being able to collapse at will!

always resisting the urge to just fall to the floor when you're tired.

235 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Who would win?

Scott saying there wouldnt be flower husbands this season

Scott's inability to not flirt with every man in the general vicinity

331 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

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[morgueknight]

i dont have an answer for this this wasnt even what i had opened sai for idk

[benjaminthewolf]

Comfort Food (OC Vore Story)

Well, ok, one of them isn't technechally an OC so much as a fanchild character (who's grown up now dw) created by someone else who I now have custody over.

The other one though, they're all mine. (They use he/they pronouns btw. It switches between paragraph clusters.)

****

Maxus was in a pretty grumpy mood. Well, okay, Maxus was in a much more grumpy mood than normal. Not only had he stubbed his toe on his bedroom desk this morning, spilled his coffee all over the kitchen floor in a rush to get out the door, (just barely missing the living room carpet mind you), got stuck in a traffic jam and somehow narrowly avoided being late to work; but then at said work, he had gotten into such a ginormous argument in the boardroom, that he was rather precariously teetering on the edge of being just one slight annoyance away from yeeting something across the room with all his might by the end of it all. And to top all of that off, in a near-split second decision during his commute back home, he had rather abruptly swerved to the right and back to the middle of the road in order to evade the terrifying near-reality of running right into a drain gutter while in his positively fuming state, which, would not only have rendered his car completely and utterly stuck, but it would also force him to shill out a good amount of money for repairs. That, and…well, remember what I said about him being one small annoyance away from yeeting something with all his might?

     As such, you could practically see the cartoon smoke lines rising up and out of his being as he, quite bruyantly and aggressively, (obviously), stormed his way through the front door of the house, created a deafening slam behind him as he shut and locked it, and semi-begrudgingly trotted up to the stairs in a continual fuming fit, until he finally made it up to his room, which, when one stopped to think about it, all beared an odd resemblance, an almost terrifying resemblance, actually, to how a rebellious, pouty toddler would act after being told to go to their room. All this to say that in doing so, he had completely and utterly ignored the considerably worried words, and just overall sympathetic demeanor of his temporary roommate Cami as he did so. (Cami owns the house, Maxus is just staying with him for a while.)

     Ruthlessly slamming the door shut behind him before locking it, Cami wasn’t even given a chance to speak to Maxus before the brimmingly enraged man began breathing rather heavily as he stood in the middle of his room, mindlessly pacing back and forth, locked up tight in his own headspace as he continuously went in circles around the carpeted floor, before he at last, after about half a second of what could barely even be called “consideration”, almost instinctively launched a close-fisted assault on his bed pillow, letting out a noise that could only be described as a half-whimper half-suppressed-scream in the process.

     Cami, who was now leaning up against the dark brown wooden door to Maxus’ room in an attempt to figure out what was going on inside, was a catboy with dark blue ears, eyes, and a tail. He also possessed a rather large pair of dark blue feathery wings. He had skin the color white, and jet black hair. He wore a yellow sweater with a light blue paw print on it, as well as a collar with a tag labeled “C”, dark blue cat paw gloves, and pants, and black shoes.

     Maxus, who was still considerably preoccupied on ferociously and flagrantly violating every single square inch of fabric on this pillow until the damm stuffing began to squeeze out, was of the same species as Cami, minus the catboy aspects. He wore a yellow sweater with a purple “A” symbol on it, a blue mask that was currently hiding his gritting, clenched teeth behind its silky cloth veil, light blue pants, and black shoes. His left eye was blue, and his right one was yellow, but both of them were currently fixated with a bloodshot, savage glare on the floor right beside the bed, his own large, dark blue wings slowly rising and falling along with his diaphragm as he continued his furious, labored breathing while allowing his arms to do what little they could to support his form by leaning in forwards onto the bed mattress.

     Cami, once he had deduced that the worst of Maxus’ outburst was over, hesitantly opened his mouth before his voice box tensed up in reconsideration of whether it actually wanted to do this or not. With his lip quivering slightly as he contemplated, it ultimately would not matter whether or not Cami spoke up, as in the end, Maxus would do so for him.

     “Cami, I know you’re there. Go away.”

     Cami was almost instantly struck with an abrupt loss for words for a few seconds before he finally managed to snap himself out of his hesitation and speak up at last. 

     “M-Maxus-”

     “I don’t want you coming in here to try and cheer me up! Just leave me alone!”

     “But-”

     “I SAID LEAVE!”

     As they were but immediately verbally shut up and mentally shut down by Maxus’ sudden show of aggression towards them, the poor, anxious catboy was ultimately left with no choice but to do as they were told . Slowly taking a few steps away from the door, Cami’s ears instantly pricked up and tilted themselves back toward its frame as Maxus gave an elongated sigh, and…well Cami couldn’t exactly visually verify it, but he was pretty sure he had just collapsed onto his bed.

     Instead of going into his own room or heading down to the first floor, Cami merely took a few cautious paces forwards in the hall, doing their very best not to step onto any of the squeaky floorboards that resided as structure under the carpets as he did, (The house was a bit on the older side after all), and merley sat down at the far end of the hall’s length, right at the top of the stairs. Cami had no idea how long it was going to be until Maxus granted them entry, but they did know one thing at the very least, and that one thing was that Maxus needed help, and they were determined to do whatever they possibly could in that regard to fulfill that need.

****

     Cami swiftly checked the clock that was mounted on the wall right in front of the end of the stairs and gave a nod. Thirty minutes had passed. Maybe Maxus would be more open to talking now. Cami shrugged their shoulders. Only one way to find out.

     Being just as careful as they were previously to not accidentally activate any of those darned squeaky floorboards, Cami was soon right back at that same position of simply standing and staring at the great dark brown mass of wood that was Maxus’ bedroom door, continuously going over each and every single one of the pros and cons that would result from each and every single possible decision they could make here. Once again, however, it ultimately would not matter what Cami would choose, as Maxus from inside the room gave an audible sigh of slight annoyance over toned with begrudging acceptance, before following it up with words.

     “I can see your shadow on the floor, Cami. I know you’re standing there.”

     To this, Cami could only respond with an accepting sigh of his own. 

     “Well…um…I suppose you do then.”

     Maxus couldn’t help but shake his head. “Cami, look. I know what you’re going to ask, so before we end up-”

     “Yes! Yes! I know Maxus, I know you don’t want me in there, but I just… I just really want you to understand that I am here for you whenever you need me, okay?”

     Maxus tilted his head in slight confusion. “Cami, I was going to say yes.”

     “Wah-huh?”

     Maxus rolled his eyes and let out a slightly disappointed groan. “I’m ready to talk now, Cami. I just needed to let my emotions out first. Here, I’ll come over and-”

     “Uh, no no no no no, that’s fine! You don’t need to get up! I can just..umm…just…one sec.”

     Cami started abruptly rambling as he began to swiftly activate his size-shifter magic in order to shrink himself in size just enough to squeeze under the small crack in the door. It took a considerable effort and he had to make sure he hadn’t gotten any splinters or wood chips in his wings afterwards, but once he was sure he was chip-free, he swiftly flew over to Maxus on the bed and landed beside his hand, placing his comparatively tiny one upon Maxus’ giant one.

     “Using that magic Zelda gave you, huh?”

     “Hey, it's not my fault she didn’t know casting that shifter spell on you would affect me as well. Might as well make some use out of it.”

     “Yeah, you have a point.”

     Cami proceeded to fold up their hands as they lay cross legged upon the fresh white sheets of Maxus’ bed, staring intently up at the pained, mumbling giant as if expecting him to say or do something, the nature of which Maxus just could not figure out how to decipher.

     “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do now?” he eventually ended up asking.

     “...start telling me what happened, Maxus.” Cami slowly replied in a considerably awkward tone.

     Maxus felt but a little bit embarrassed for that one, as in retrospect, that probably should’ve been quite obvious to him from the start. Regardless, after just simply shaking said feeling off a few seconds later, Maxus brought his hands up to his face, allowing them to trace their way down said area for a while, until they naturally ended up collapsing to his sides in a rather limp fashion. Letting out a *pffft* noise, Maxus began to do everything he possibly could in what few seconds he had to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to say.

     “I really just do not understand Zelda sometimes. It's just..just because you can’t die in Fandom City, that doesn’t mean it's worthless to regulate criminals going in and out!”

     Cami was slightly taken aback at what Maxus had just said. “Wait, did she like, actually say that, or-”

     “No. That’s just how it translated back to me.”

     Cami let out a humongous sigh of relief before continuing. “Ah. I see. Well…what did she actually say?”

     “Well most of that stuff is classified, but the gist of what I can tell you is that she believes it to be impractical. Fandom City is huge, and, because it doesn’t have any official tax to speak of, the…well, I would say government, but it's really just Zelda in practicality, doesn’t always have the resources to do what would be best. In this case, it would be way too much money for such relatively miniscule effects to try to regulate who enters and exits Fandom City, because of the minimal effect it would actually have on what goes on in it. At least, that’s what she thinks anyway.”

     “Wait a second, that stuff’s not classified? How in the hell is that stuff not classified?”

     “Go to an online forum sometime, Cami. They discuss those kinds of ideas all the time in there. I know that, and she knows that. No reason for us to classify it when it's pretty much already public knowledge.”

     “Well…more like public speculation really.”

     “Let them speculate all they want. They don’t have any real power over what goes on around here. Only people like me and her do.” Maxus followed up that last sentence with a rather weary groan. “I just wish that sometimes our views weren’t so polar opposite! Like, despite its expense, lack of proper regulation is legitimately Fandom City’s largest problem right now, so it would only make sense to dump the majority of its allocated resources to fix it!” Maxus began to rant with a considerable air of genuineness in each and every single one of the words he was saying, as he turned away from Cami for a second, crossed his arms, and gave a slight pouting noise. “Not like my opinion even matters anyway. Zelda’s the queen, so she calls the shots. That’s just how it works here.” He grudgingly murmured out before his face almost instantly morphed into a look that expressed nothing but pure, undistilled exhaustion as he swiftly put a hand to his forehead. “God…”

     Cami cocked his head to the side as he began thinking about what to do now. “Wow. Seems like being the I.A.C.I.’s Secretary Of State is taking a big toll on you.”

      Maxus’ head drooped down but slightly. “Technically speaking, Cami, it isn’t required at all by my position that I do this. I’m only supposed to discuss Fandom City as it relates to the I.A.C.I. with Zelda, as I am the I.A.C.I.’s secretary of state. Anything else we talk about together is just extra. So, no, the job itself isn’t the problem here, it's just that…” Maxus began to tear up slightly as his words trailed off. He proceeded to forcefully ball up a fist. Quite forcefully, in fact. As if he were, for whatever possible reason, trying desperately to squeeze out all the blood from every single one of his fingers using nothing but each other. “I just hate it when I’m forced to stand by and watch people suffer, okay? It's happened before, you know that, and I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to ensure it never happened again! That’s…part of the reason I got involved with the government in the first place. And then here I go, off doing that exact thing, and what do I get from it? Condemnation from Zelda, that’s what. It's just…”

     For all his knowledge and experience on public speaking, Secretary Of State Maxus Juno Echo found but this one sentence, this one, singular sentence in this one particular situation, quite frankly, impossible to finish.

     Cami was only able to do so much to ease Maxus’ tears, not because of their current size, but just simply because the bureaucratic realm was completely and utterly foreign to them. Thus, the somewhat befuzzled catboy began thinking. They rhythmically tapped a finger upon their chin as they made a few barely audible “hmmm” noises. And that’s when it hit them. Maybe they couldn’t exactly say anything, that much was true, but what they could do, was do something. And what that something was, exactly, Cami already knew, if only by heart.

     Cami, fully understanding  that Maxus would never be able to refuse such an offer as this, confidently spread his wings and flew up to the somber, bedraggled man’s shoulder, landing softly upon his sweater. With absolutely zero hesitation in his being this time ‘round, Cami calmly spoke.

     “So, um, Maxus, I think I know something that might help you to calm down.”

     Maxus, who was, admittedly, quite desperate to find some way, any way, to cope with his current emotions, swiftly replied in an almost pleading manner with: “Please. Even if it's just a thought, it's literally a million times better than nothing.”

     Cami, nodding in warm empathy, casually hopped off Maxus’ shoulder and flew up to his mouth, gently placing a paw upon his lips.

     “Comfort food.”

     Maxus did not even need to respond with words at this point. In that second, the single, split second after Cami had spoken those words… in that one miniscule, minute fragment of a second… all that was needed, the one thing that had to happen for mutual confirmation of consent for the actions both parties were about to take, was for Maxus to pull down his mask, and open up his maw just wide enough for Cami to be able to slip inside.

     Nodding once before instantly diving into the warm, wet chamber in front of him, Cami could feel Maxus’ lips slowly closing in around his shoes as his wings flapped but the single time they needed to for all of the miniaturized catboy’s body to enter inside.

     Slowly fluttering down to land upon the damp, squishy, dark blue tongue below him, Cami gracefully touched down on the great muscle’s middle, dispersing the rest of their body equally around the maw’s confines as such. Having a little extra room to stretch, Cami gently began to extend their four limbs and two wings for that exact purpose, releasing a bit of the tension formerly bound up in them with a yawn. They accidentally struck the back of a tooth with a shoe, but apologized immediately after, leaving Maxus with no reason to open his mouth and say anything about it. He only needed to nod instead.

     With Cami so snugly balanced inside, Maxus slowly lowered down the roof of his maw, allowing his jaw muscles to release some of their own tension as he let in and out a deep breath through his nose, before all of a sudden, in a flash of the moment realization, he jolted forwards, though not enough to alert Cami, as the feathers upon the comfortable Catboy’s back began to stroke across the roof’s ridges just from the nature of the two being so close, causing the former to unleash a surprise tickling sensation upon the latter. As soon as Maxus realized this, he rose up the roof just slightly before softly shaking his head.

     Cami began to give Maxus’ tongue a few gentle pats as the smooth, stretchy muscles of the cheek pouches began to brush up against his sides, which, when combined with the natural warmth in the maw, almost made him feel like he was lying in a giant, squishy sleeping bag. Maxus gently raised up the patted muscle as a result, causing Cami to slowly and carefully slide down the slick surface like a water slide until he was at last at the far back, mere centimeters away from the gullet. Maxus proceeded to fold over his tongue, bringing the upper half towards Cami, as the cozy catboy carefully stretched out his arms in order to receive its giant, dark blue form in a great, big hug. The tongue slowly and carefully winded around and stroked against Cami’s upper half as the now purring catboy kept a firm, light grasp on the middle section of the soft muscle.

     Eventually though, Cami had to let go, as the lower half of the tongue, which they were still sitting upon, began to rise in order to help deliver Cami to the throat and continue on with the process for the both of them. With a quick nod and one final pat for the road, Cami turned around in the maw, dipped downwards slightly, and gently lodged themself within Maxus’ gullet, squirming around but slightly in order to make the position just a bit more comfortable.

     Though Maxus on the outside knew Cami was meaning well, he was doing his very best not to instinctively cough them up due to the ever-ticklish nature of the feathers, most of which were stroking his upper esophageal sphincter, though a few of them at the back of the long, blue wings were brushing against his uvula as well. Deciding he should probably swallow sooner, rather than later, so that his body could at last get used to the sensation as Cami traveled down his throat, Maxus, fighting back a bit of natural hesitation, swallowed hard, causing the epiglottis to cover up his windpipe as Cami was squeezed into his throat, where the muscles could now begin to work automatically.

     Letting out a gigantic deep breath before semi-aggressively flopping down onto the bed in an effort to relieve just a bit more of his stress, Maxus gently placed a few of his fingers upon the slight bulge that Cami was making in his throat as he went down, which was actually going considerably better than he thought it would. Apparently his body had already gotten over the tickling. Or maybe his gullet was just a lot more tickle-sensitive than the rest of his esophagus. Either way, now that he was relieved of that worry, there wasn’t really much else Maxus could do other than sit back, relax, and let his body handle the rest as the bulge at last disappeared behind his collarbone.

     Cami on the inside, though there wasn’t that much room inside the tight yet stretchy area of the throat, began to slowly bring their arms up from their sides in order to eventually place them in front of them in a criss-crossed position, so that they may carefully lay their chin upon the resulting structure as they continued the journey on down. 

     Focusing in on the rhythmic squelching of the throat muscles upon their tiny body as they proceeded on with their job, Cami couldn’t help but let out a pleased “Mmmmm…” sound as a smile began to naturally form upon their face.

     Eventually, the booming echo of Maxus’ heartbeat at last became audible, causing Cami’s ears to instinctively perk up. He knew this meant he was almost at his destination, and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement as such as he continued to ride along the dark blue vertically sloping tube that was Maxus’ esophagus.

     Eventually, said ears proceeded to rotate forwards in order to hone in on the now-discernable gurgles and grumbles of the chamber below, before he was forced to return his arms back to their original positions at the sides, in order to make it easier for the lower esophageal sphincter to squeeze him on through. It took a while, and Cami was a bit worried for a split-second that he wouldn’t be able to shift them back before he reached the natural valve, but luckily, he managed, and Cami began to enter into Maxus’ stomach chamber nice and smoothly with no complications as such.

     Plunging deep down into the harmless liquids below, Cami swiftly picked himself up out of the shallow pool and almost immediately began to force back the sudden rising urge to playfully shake himself dry, (even though that habit belongs more so to canines than felines.), if only to lightheartedly tease Maxus a little. But Cami knew that getting Maxus annoyed was the exact opposite of his goal here, and as such, he was forced to merely shelve the idea for later.

     Wading around a bit in the almost water-like solution, Cami let out a contented sigh before leaning forward slightly and simply allowing the force of gravity to make them collapse face-first onto the soft, pillowy walls of Maxus’ stomach, purring softly as they rubbed their cheek upon the goopy, somewhat sticky substance lining the walls. Their hands joined in quite soon after that, sensually rubbing in circles upon the dark blue, churning walls.

     Maxus could not help but feel just a little flustered once he was able to figure out what Cami was doing. Semi-awkwardly placing a hand behind his head as Cami kept going, Maxus eventually responded by giving the tiny catboy some external pats in return.

     Once their arms were starting to get sore, and Cami reluctantly stopped rubbing, and the now rather contented catboy gleefully squished their head deeper into the smooth flexible walls as they began to simply sit back and take it all in. Casually allowing the walls to gently churn, and shift their position around slightly as such, Cami lay silently within the peaceful, soothing chamber, allowing their body to soak up all the natural warmth as the harmless pool below gently lapsed at their being. The semi-consistent ambiance of the organ’s many pitches and tones of rumbles and groans, against the great pounding of the baseline heartbeat, all worked together to make Cami’s purring grow louder as their body began to positively overflow with tranquility.

     Though Maxus on the outside was still working through his emotions, Cami’s mere presence in his being, he had to admit, was perhaps the single best method of coping that he had at this time, and he honestly had zero clue what he would’ve done next if his furry little friend hadn’t stepped in to help him after his prior outburst.

     As such, as he ever so cautiously shifted around in bed so that he could pull the blankets over him without disturbing Cami, Maxus eventually managed to get himself into a comfortable enough position where he could at least attempt to let his brain handle the events of the day through perhaps the safest medium it had: dreaming.

     Tugging at the blankets slightly so that they weren’t dangling so far over the side of the bed, Maxus reached under the blanket with one hand in order to place it over his guts. Cami on the inside could feel the light wave of force riding its way through the bodily layers as his much larger friend patted upon the outside of the organ one last time.

     Maxus at this point didn’t know at all how long he was going to be able to sleep for, but what he did know was that it was going to be, at the very, very least, something. And as he had previously stated, something, anything, was a million times better than nothing.

     Giving a slight sigh of equal parts exhaustion, disheartenment, and comfort, Maxus could only manage to mumble out a barely audible. “Thank you, Cami.” before closing his eyes as his attempt to catch at least a few hours of good sleep began at last.

     Cami on the inside, though Maxus obviously couldn’t see it, began to positively beam with “Oh, you’re welcome! It's no problem! I’m just glad I could help!” energy as he let out a couple soft chuckles. Giving one final pat from the inside to let Maxus know he heard him, both comforter and comforted at last began to close their eyes, both with the same intention of rest. One drifted off with nothing but an odd sense of tainted memories combing with a slight resurgence of hope in order to viciously collide together within his being, while the other, of course, the one who mentioned the idea in the first place, began lightly dozing with both the same sense of hope his giant friend on the outside was wrangling with, but also, uniquely to him, a sense of contentment, for he knew what he needed to do, and nothing made him more giddily gleeful as the moments when what he knew turned into what he did. 

     As such, the two people lying silently within that room, though they knew there was still a long way ahead, could sleep peacefully for the moment knowing that this time, the battle was theirs.

[rillette]

Ooh 19 please

I dont like that they made the predator into the embodiment of love :(

The original Predator plotline is very confusing, it's a long build up to reveal that the Predator is actually just another aspect of Carol's personality. It's very comics books, but I like it a lot because they inadvertently made Carol so fucking queer-coded. She wants power and freedom and escape of being a man so much that she creates a male persona for herself that can do all the things that she sees hal doing that she desperately wants for herself. AND he's a catboy. So i like it much more than "she was just possessed by the embodiment of love". enough with the possession plotlines!!!!!!

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

really wondering what the fuck possessed Hirano to create a series about BDSM Dracula curbstomping nazi vampires who want to end the world just for the sake of it, and then eventually dying via a nazi catboy instead. and also the catholic church is there and we get some really good existential monologues and thematic exploration of what it means to be a monster.

[trinketprince]

All the Youkaimatsus so far

JExcept sets that have all of them as the same youkais (Nekomata, Tanuki and the various Kitsune sets from Tabimatsu)

Pinup Poster from the Osomatsu Character Book #6 (July 2016)

A classic. The very first iteration of Youkaimatsu. Kind of hard to find since it was a bonus poster from the character book, so unless you were actively looking for the book, you wouldn’t find this.

Osomatsu - Kitsune (unknown how many tails he has but is often depicted in fan artworks as 6 or 9, 9 meaning strongest/wisest a kitsune has been, Spirit Fox)

Karamatsu - Karasu-Tengu (pun on Kara, Bird Man)

Choromatsu - Dodomeki (usually a woman cursed with long arms littered with many bird eyes because of greed. Most popular one imo)

Ichimatsu + ESP Nyanko - Nekomata (Two-tailed cat, legend says that cats who live longer than a 100 years gain a second tail)

Jyushimatsu - Rokurobi (available in two flavors. Long Neck and Floating Head. He is the former. Theorized to not actually be a youkai but created for entertainment. Also used as a literary device for a wandering soul.)

Todomatsu - Yukki Onna (Also a joke on Todo being scared stiff. Yuki Onna pull tricks on humans that usually end on the person’s death via cold. Has a harsh and soft side)

Youkai Units from The Great Youkai War event from Hesokuri Wars (November 2016)

Most popular Youkaimatsu set, this baby could get milked for miles, but for some reason isn’t. Has a lot of variants (Awakened, Darkness, Snow, Sakura and Hyakki Yagyou) and connected to a lot of other sets: Denki Mystery, Colorless Overalls, Mononoke and a bunch of others. She is the top DOGG set.

Osomatsu - Shuten-Douji (Oni Leader with a penchance for Sake, literally carrying a big ass bottle of it on his back, since he is the leader of the sextuplets and the one seen drinking beer the most)

Karamatsu - Aoandon (Summoned after 100 supernatural stories are told. Originated from the blue (ao) paper lanterns (andon) that were sometimes used to give a chilling atmosphere)

Choromatsu - Daitengu (Great Tengu, Tengus were theorized to be ascended souls, but also has its origins in a Dog Beast that looked like a comet. For some reason Dog Beast turned into Bird Man. The bird man’s beak is often anthropomorphized into long noses. Tells humanity to behave by throwing invisible stones at them)

Ichimatsu - Nine-tailed Kitsune (So wise. So powerful)

Jyushimatsu - Inugami (Dog God that possesses people)

Todomatsu - Bake-Danuki (also known as tanuki, mischievous spirits, mostly known in pop culture for their BIG FAT NUTS)

Dayon is a miko, a shrine maiden. Hatabou is an Onmyoji, an exorcist, Dekapan is a kannushi, a shrine priest. Totoko and Iyami are regular civillians

Youkai Hyakki Yagyou merchandise from Animate Girls Festival (September 2017)

One of the lesser known sets, considering that it’s just designs for a line of merch but their designs are so good? Why don’t people use these designs more often.

Osomatsu - Karasu-Tengu

Karamatsu - Nine-tailed fox

Choromatsu - Shuten-Douji (A possible reference to Season 1 Episode 2 where he gets the most drunk?)

Ichimatsu - Mizuchi (Legendary Water Serpent/Dragon)

Jyushimatsu - Kamaitachi (Beast that rides on dust devils. Cuts people using it’s scythe-like nails. The wounds are sharp but painless)

Todomatsu - Ungaikyou (A haunted mirror that can be used to trap spirits. The spirits in the ungaikyou can manipulate the reflection shown on it’s reflection.)

Kitsune Servant Set from Tabimatsu (September 2017)

Ok I know I said I wouldn’t cover the Kitsune sets from Tabimatsu since there are like 5 different Kitsune sets, but this one is noteworthy cause they have secondary Youkai traits other than the regular kitsune traits.

Osomatsu - Oni’s horns

Karamatsu - Tengu’s wings

Choromatsu - Orochi around his neck

Ichimatsu - True Kitsune (Or Nekomata’s paw?)

Jyushimatsu - Wanyudo (Flaming Wheel)

Todomatsu - I don’t know, but there’s something around his neck?

Japanese Youkai set from Shimamatsu (January 2018)

Shimamatsu was such a good game, what a shame it ended so soon. The 3D models were so cute. Edit: The two designs are from before and after evolution!

Osomatsu - Enma-san (A wrathful god in charge of judging souls in the afterlife. Resides over hell)

Karamatsu - Yamato no Orochi (Eight headed and Eight-tailed serpent/dragon)

Choromatsu - Kamaitachi (wields an actual scythe)

Ichimatsu - Youkai Catman or a Bakaneko (Catboy, furry)

Jyushimatsu - Yobuko (lives in the mountains, repeats whatevers shouted into the mountain, explains the phenomemon of Echos)

Todomatsu - Yuki Otoko (Snowman, a Yuki Onna basically)

“Inn” Osoma and Choroe from Osomatsu Season 2 Episode 17

A BUNCH OF PEOPLE REMINDED ME AND HOW COULD I FORGET THE BEST YOUKAI EVER. Osoma baby,,,, I’m so sorry..... Srsly, this skit was so good, I hope they make more skits like this where they make entirely new characters out of the framework of the sextuplets.

Osoma - A Zashiki-warashi, child spirits who live in store rooms or extra rooms, they died buried in their homes. Pranksters but meeting one is said to bring good fortunes to families. Osoma gets crossovered a lot with the other Youkai sets in JP fanart. A popular pairing is Dodomeki Chorosuke (from Denki Mystery) and Osoma also Kitsune Osomatsu (from the poster) and Osoma.

Choroe - Not necessarily a youkai, in fact in the episode she’s presented as just a regular human. But is theorized often to be a Yama-uba. An old woman banished to the mountains. She provides shelter to weary travelers (in the myth it’s just a humble shelter but you know. an inn is also considered a shelter) before eating them. In one story she eats the recently birthed baby of a woman who had to give birth in the mountains. 

Mononoke from Hesokuri Wars (May 2019)

Technically they are all the same type of being, Mononoke, but they look different from each other. Mononoke can posses individuals and cause suffereing and even death. And technically they aren’t Youkais but Onryos, vengeful spirits. But Onryos can also be used to refer to youkais and truthfully I just wanna include this set cause their designs are so cool looking. This set’s attacks contain glimpses of units of other sets. 

Osomatsu - Bear themed

Karamatsu - Wolf themed

Choromatsu - Rooster/Chicken themed

Ichimatsu - Spider

Jyushimatsu - Boar

Todomatsu - Bull or Ox

Edo Rock The Great Youkai Harvest Festival from Tabimatsu (October 2019)

This set is interesting cause rather than youkai alone, they are also musicians. This set also has another set like Hesokuri called The Great Youkai NEET which is basically the awakened versions, properly showcasing more of the youkai traits.

Osomatsu - Shuten-Douji (Again, we need to stage an intervention for you damn)

Karamatsu - Karasu-Tengu (Again)

Choromatsu - Mizuchi (actually riding said serpent)

Ichimatsu - Black Kitsune (Hot Topic, Goth version)

Jyushimatsu - Frog. Just. Frog. (could be a reference to the legend of Jiraiya, the ninja who could shapeshift into a frog/ride big frogs. His mouth is cover just like a ninja is too.)

Todomatsu - Kamaitachi (could be a reference to season 1 where Todomatsu wields a scythe)

Iyami - Oni (not sure if he’s any particular oni but he does have the horns and metal club)

Atsushi - Ibaraki-Douji? (White hair and singular horn, most imporant servant of Shuten-Douji)

Promo Merch from Sega Cafe collab (September 2020)

Edit: Thank you @zenryokubatankyu for notifying me! Another set of promo youkais! You can get them by random by ordering a drink or meal at the now-defunct Sega x Osomatsu collab cafe. And the return of F6? Damn I haven’t seen you since Season 2!

Osomatsu - Oni

Karamatsu - I’m not exactly sure but he seems like a Mizuchi, a water serpent/dragon. He also could be another legendary serpent/dragon though.

Choromatsu - Kappa

Ichimatsu + ESP Nyanko - Karasu-Tengu

Jyushimatsu - I’m not sure, at first i thought it might be a crab youkai judging from the legs, but upon closer inspection he has spider webs on his robes, so they may be spider legs instead. Could be a Jorogumo, a youkai that wields fire breathing spiders with it’s spider legs

Todomatsu - Bakaneko (I think? The veil could be the napkin a bakaneko puts on it’s head)

Ayakashi Sextuplet’s Retro Halloween Cafe merch from Web Kuji (October 2020)

Thank you @gradelstuff​ for telling me about this! Ayakashi are Youkai that appear above nearby bodies of water. Although the youkais they’re dressed up as (or are?) aren’t really what you would call ayakashi? Although it’s cafe themed, it isn’t actually from a cafe collaboration. These designs are merchandise meant to be won through lottery. So if say you really love Kara and Choro’s designs (I do), then tough luck buddy!

Osomatsu - Oni

Karamatsu - Now you may think he’s Dodomeki since he’s covered with eyes, but turns out there are two other eye-relateed youkai! Mokumokuren is a youkai phenomenon where eyes appear from torn paper walls and tatami floors, initially i thought this was it given the checkered pattern he was wearing. But he might actually be a Hyakume, a youkai covered head to toe in yellow eyes specifically. Underneath those eyes is a body of flesh roughly in the shape of a man. This Youkai isn’t particularly malicious, only detaching one of it’s many eyes to follow you and survey you for criminal activiy. He might also be a BackBeard, a youkai allegedly from the US, err that would make him a cryptid I guess? A Backbeard is often characterized as a shadow with a Yellow eye with a red iris in the center. Note: Backbeard’s true origins are not known as there doesn’t seem to be any cryprid called a Backbeard, it first entered the Japanese public eye as an antogonist in the show Gegege no Kitaro. Although ever since then this “yokai” has appeared in other media and games in Japan.

Choromatsu - He isn’t exactly dressed as it (only themed as it) but the youkai he represents is the one he’s holding, a Kasa-obake, One of my favorite youkais and it’s literally iconic. Thought to be a Tsukomogami, an object that gains a spirit after it turns 100 years old.

Ichimatsu - Edit: I’m not sure but he might be a Kuchisake-Onna. In the description attached to his teaser, it makes mention of specifically his wide smile, his dos dagger and his beautiful shirt. A kuchisake onna is a yokai that wanders in the street covering her face with a mask (skull mask for ichi) and a sharp object (his dos dagger). TW GORE DESCRIPTION: She asks you if you think she’s attractive and depending on your answer she muders you with her scissors, plunging it into you OR she takes off her mask showing her wide smile, her mouth slit at the corners to her ears and asks “how about now?” and depending on your reaction she cuts you in half with her sharp object OR she slits the corners of your mouth to look like hers. END DESCRIPTION. Ichi has the mask, sharp object, wide smile and “attractiveness”. Obviously it would be inappropriate to portray ichi in the same fashion as the kuchisake onna so he was probably given the internal organ tattoos to represent the gory yokai. (internal organs usually = gore in japan). This is speculah and he might be another youkai but this is all i can think of rn.

Jyushimatsu - sailor themed Jiangshi. Jiangshi are basically Zombies originally from Chinese culture. They hop around, and crave for life force. this little jyushimatsu has taken to tomato juice instead. (Bonus: the zombie that osomatsu is in the zombie set in hesokuri wars is also a Jiangshi)

Todomatsu - Kitsune (sly fox)

“The Night Path” Youkai from Osomatsu-san Season 3 Episode 6 (November 2020)

The latest and what sparked me to make this post tbh. This set reuses the Rokurobi design from the very first Youkaimatsu iteration! Full circle yo! I like to think of this set as an addition to the original youkaimatsu, since they’re both from the primary sources.

Jyushimatsu - Rokurobi (Again)

Totoko - Amabie (mermaid with three legs? prophesized about either good harvest or an epidemic, trivia: “Amabie” trended when Covid 19 hit the world)

Hatabou - Azukiarai (a youkai that originated from the sound of something like beans being washed near a river, anyone who comes near will fall into the river)

Dayon - Nopperabou (Faceless spirits that take the form of humans. They are harmless usually, they just scare humans)

Dekapan - Kappa (Mischievous River spirits)

That should be all of them! 

Recap: 

Osomatsu has been a Kitsune, Shuten-Douji (twice), Karasu-Tengu, Enma-san and an Oni

Karamatsu has been a Karasu-Tengu (twice), Aoandon, Kitsune, Yamato no Orochi and a Mizuchi (?)

Choromatsu has been a Dodomeki, Daitengu, Shuten-Douji, Kamaitachi, Mizuki and a Kappa (No repeats!)

Ichimatsu has been a Nekomata, Kitsune (twice), Mizuchi, Bakaneko and a Karasu-Tengu

Jyushimatsu has been a Rokurobi (twice-ish), Inugami, Kamaitachi, Yobuko, a Frog from Jiraiya and a Jorogumo (?)

Todomatsu has been a Yuki Onna (twice), Bake-danuki, Ungaikyou, Kamaitachi and a Bakaneko

You can definitely see a trend (lmao), I’m looking forward to more Youkaimatsus from Osomatsu-san!

bonus:

Osomatsu-san cameo from Yokai Watch!!!

[somedumbassclown]

Someone once requested that I draw a fat, bipedal hippo as insult to a nearby lady, (Pretty cringe if you ask me, & I'm the Bozo who drew Senator Steven Armstrong wearing cat ears, paws, & a tail, striped thigh highs, & a maid dress because I thought it would be funny. (It is, he's a balding, middle aged cyborg warmonger, now striking a pose in a ridiculous catboy maid costume.)) but the funny thing is they clearly don't know Rippers from Slicks about hippos. Contrary to their appearance & the baseless assumptions about it, hippos possess amazing strength & absolute savagery, essentially being living Femur Breakers that don't need any straps or specifically sacrificed D-class personnel to turn you into a gory paste. Of course, hippos are flabby creatures, & applying hippo qualities to a human shape would create a very rotund figure, but hippos are gargantuan things that can bite predators in half like a madman with a murder book can dramatically eat a single potato chip while using said murder book, so applying hippo qualities to a human shape would also create massive, tough skinned brutes with enough strength to crush body armor like plastic wrap, not to mention their outstanding visciousness. A hippo human would probably be something like an orc, considering their wildness, strength, & iconic tusks, though orcs already have far stronger associations with pigs & hogs than anything else, so perhaps hippo orcs would be a mighty step above the typical pork orcs.

[segatoys]

time to talk about my dream last night in which i possessed a selfish dickhead cat guy. this post is loooong so theres stuff under the cut... but id appreciate u uys reading it cause i think i found something quite cool and neat

this is R. cant rememebr the rest of his name but it started with R. in this dream he wasnt me, its more like i waslike.. a gopro attached to him or something, seeing what he waa getting up to. He's part of a group of other cat beasts people that attempt to construct. like. portals, or their own dream worlds , with stolen objects of Mighty importantce to other people. the cat group had their own bubble.. similar to the 3 day timeloop beach house, it was disconnected from other dreams, but theirs wasnt as dilapidated. it was a white house with little to no rooms.

the house was divided into two floors - the first/ground floor was VERY large, open concept, no rooms. the walls were white (and a bit dirty) with wood flooring, various piles of objects littered the floors. there were windows but whatever was outside them was really bright so it might as well have been white right outside.

the second floor was very small in the center of the house, with walled staircase leading up to it. the second floor had two rooms. the door closest to the staircase, similar to the doors in corpse party, might as well have been a wall decoration - impossible to open. though it was implied whatever was behind there was impossible to get to. the second room belonged to the non-catboy brother of someone in the group where it seemed like he could only exist in the top of the staircase and this room. i think he and R had a really weird relationship, where R would basically fool around with him whenever he wanted, but when he saw something in the room hed want to take or just simply got bored, hed leave without saying anything.

the time i spent watching over the group, which felt like a LONG TIME, they only successfully made two portals - more like one and a half, since only one was ever travelled into (made by R's only friend in the group, pictured below,) and the other one was made successfully before R decided to destroy it. the portals are made by what looks like a pile of random objects, but the items are placed in very specific ways.

R's friend was the one who successfuly made a portal that he and R got to go in. it seemed like the group was attempting to make portals to make their own dream world separate from other entities. R's friend, who i'll just call F, seemed to successfully create their own dream by hand (these cats cant dream on their own, i dont think). the dream was this small sci-fi looking room with large test tubes... like something out of a movie or video game. F was really pleased and joyful at making this all on their own away from the group. R, with the short time i knew him, was very selfish and kind of narcissitic.. but he seemed genuinely happy for F, and even shared that joy together. it was really sweet to watch. Im glad i wasnt an actual entity in the room because i woulve hated to interrupt this for the pair.

i mentioned before the cat people probably cant dream on their own. i think this is what they referred to as (what i remember them calling) "the building problem". their houseworld was not their own, its just one of those abandoned dream bubbles (like the aforementioned time loop house...) and i think they knew they were running out of time without the ability to dream themselves. they cant build their own worlds in their sleep/subconcious for whatever reason, so they have to steal important objects from [human] dreams to sustain themselves...? now im actually wondering if it has to do with , for example, when i had to give the stairs of my old school to a deity i encountered. that was definitely an object of importance for me in my own dreams, so, huh. well anyways

R is really obsessed with cardinals. it seems like hes more obsessed with the concept of a cardinal and the word itself / how it sounds rather than an actual bird, since i neber even saw one when i was with him.

i departed from R after he and his group went to this new dreamscape... they went to someones dream that took place at a school located in a suburban/rural area. lots of grass and the school (very cubey, blocky, gray/blue) was surrounded by short chain link fences. Inside the school was also the same muted color palette with white tile floors. the school was having some emergency situation like a break-in; and whoever was dreaming this was plannign to get away in an old-looking car in the back of the school that was also surrounded by grass. R and his crew stole the car and thats when i woke up back in my own world

[knochengeier]

Drawfee Classpects???

I set a while ago to spitefully Classpect the Drawfee crew because they rightfully made fun of homestuck.

PREFACE:

I should state clearly that this is not meant as an attack on any members of Drawfee, and that I will be leaving out the majority of the negative aspects of the analysis. It should also be mentioned that this is more of an analysis of their online personas rather than who they actually are.

I did mention that I would leave out most negative things, but some things are core to a persons persona something they consciously and willingly put out into the world; again, this is not what I actually think these individuals are like, and is not a reflection of how I feel about them as a person. Things like "Julia doesn't know media" and "Jacob is the bad boy of Drawfee" that are explicitly stated as part of the persona is free game.

So, without further ado

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Caldwell, Prospitian Muse of Breath:

A Muse is the embodiment of and the inspiration to others through their aspect. The Muse class is one in a pair of incredibly powerful and rare classes known as the “master classes.”

Breath is the aspect of individuality, drive, optimism, and most importantly freedom.

As the Muse of Breath Caldwell inspires others to be themselves and be free, motivating creativity and driving others to pursue their dreams. Caldwells unbound optimism and resolve is a force to be reckoned with, in fact he so embodies freedom and enthusiastic ambition that he left Drawfee to pursue his own creative endeavors on the west coast.

Caldwell commands not only the forces of Skaia, but Skaia itself; his inspiring aura would be strong enough to end the war between Prospit and Derse in an instant, and even those that opposed him would find it hard to stay committed to their cause for long.

Caldwell would have the power to: a. control the wind, weather, and possibly even lightning by freeing the electrons from their atoms (though that might be an active ability) b. bypass any restraints, physical or otherwise, by any means necessary which c. Also means that he can most likely teleport at will and d. Probably turn incorporeal.

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Nathan, Prospitian Sylph of Hope:

A Sylph is a person who passively invites the healing and generation with their aspect.

Hope is the aspect of possibility, inspiration, and positivity.

As the Sylph of Hope Nathan is the light that helps others with his positivity and inspiration, not only does he help people but he inspires them to create their own hope. A Sylph of Hope would be able to see the potential for positivity in everything, and seek to be as amiable as possible, in turn helping others do the same.

Drawfee is as much a show about success as it is failure, it’s something that people can watch and say “These people make mistakes just like me” and they inspire hope for those down on their art.

One of the longest held of these humanizing aspects of the show is the apology at the end of every episode, which only became a thing after Nathan disliked a drawing so much that he was compelled to apologize, and it stuck. As much as that drawing might have sucked it inspired others who weren’t happy with their art to keep at it, and we are reminded of that after every episode.

Nathan is one of the first members of the crew to assure somebody that even if the piece didn’t come out the way they wanted, that it still looks good and is impressive nonetheless.

Nathan is the glue that holds this session together; with the presence of a prince, a bard, and a lord this session should have been doomed since the start, but Nathan’s pure awe inspiring hope promoted the best in everybody.

Nathan’s powers would include: a. A buff akin to bardic inspiration that could affect people to fight harder b. Healing abilities c. Probably an energy beam d. Manifestations of other’s hopes and dreams in the form of glowy specters like a JoJo stand.

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Julia, Dersite Lord of Void:

A Lord is the embodiment and commander of their aspect, not through inspiration but rather assimilation and domination.

Void is the aspect of confusion, secrets, and doubt.

As the Lord of Void Julia is the sovereign of secrets; unpredictable, unknowable, and the proprietor of unknown knowledge Julia uses her runes and studied knowledge to summon hideous abominations creatures from the void.

Void players have an inextricable link to the furthest ring; the furthest ring is the incomprehensible and unnavigable space that exists outside of the universe. The furthest ring acts as an impassable border between universes inhabited by massive eldritch gods called the “Horrorterrors.”

Julia would not only have the ability to traverse the furthest ring and visit other universes, but she would also have the ability to bend the horrorterrors to her will. She would be able to switch in and out of grimdark mode at will, and most likely would not be adversely effected.

Julias powers would most likely include: a. The creation and manipulation of black holes and the general desperation of physical matter b. The ability to turn invisible and probably teleport c. The ability to erase peoples memories and mute their senses, and d. The ability to speak, read, and write the language of the horrorterrors.

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Jacob, Prospitian Prince of Rage:

A Prince is a destroyer of and with their aspect.

Rage is the aspect of fate, defiance, and rejection.

As the Prince of Rage Jacob is the destroyer of and through failure, negativity, and rejection. Jacob forged his own path, he destroyed his fate as a writer and destroyed the limits and expectations for what an artist could be, and he got a job at college humor despite the odds.

Jacob is also, or was, a punk; a subculture that is predicated on the destruction of barriers through rebellion.

Even though he can use Rage for good he often doesn’t; he is well known for stirring discourse, his particular brand of Rage elicits anger and hatred thanks to his flaming hot takes.

He is also known for his infinite petty anger at dumb things ex. “see animals shouldn’t live under ground,” “lizards shouldn’t have to lick their eyes,” “muppet is short for man-puppet,” “mayo is food lube,” and “if god’s ever been mad at anything I’ve said, he hasn’t done shit about it.”

Jacob’s abilities would be: a. Becoming physically stronger the angrier he gets, or somebody gets at him b. The ability to create and control lightning c. The ability to pacify or remove the anger from somebody d. The ability to make people fear him or e. turn against their own allies.

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Karina, Dersite Knight of Heart:

A Knight is a person who precisely uses and exploits their aspect as a weapon or a tool.

Heart is the aspect of emotion, passion, and identity.

As a Knight of Heart Karina uses feelings as a weapon. Not only does Karina use her powers to literally use the emotions of her characters (see Schmidt and Nando) as a tool to effect others, but she also has deep passions like Neopets, Digimon, and Yugioh that she uses as a weapon to torment the Drawfee crew.

Karina is passionate about her identity, never missing a chance to mention any of her favorite things like Beelzemon, Seto Kaiba, catboys, or her Texan roots (Bucky’s).

Karina would have honed impulses, knowing when and where to act and how to do (or draw) something challenging. She also has the ability to hype up her friends, strengthening their resolve.

Karina’s abilities would be: a. She can create a powerful glowing weapon by materializing her soul b. She could find out the weaknesses, emotions, and insecurities of enemies c. She could split into multiple versions of herself to create a veritable army of clones, and d. Enter a soul form where she is basically impervious to most attacks.

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David, Dersite Maid of Time:

A Maid is a person who heals and regenerates their aspect or with their aspect.

Time is the aspect of machines, music, and endings.

As a Maid of Time David heals time; more often then not time is not an abstract thing, and the responsibility of time players is to keep the timelines in order and fix paradoxes.

David, as the chief editor for Drawfee is responsible for taking whatever dumb shit the crew gives them and edit it to make the video palatable.

David is also interested in theater (see “Artists Draw Posters for Musicals (They've Never Seen)” one of the only episodes in which they appear) which is related to time through music.

An interesting thing to note about Time is that it is often equated with heat, fire, and lava, something David has experience with, revealed in the episode “Drawing What We're Thankful For In 2019” in which Nathan depicts David with an overheating external drive (something that is also mechanical).

David could: a. Essentially freeze time, making moments last for hours b. Heal paradoxes in the time line c. Fix events so they go favorably, or d. Speed up time to heal a wound

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Tristan, Prospitian Mage of Light:

A Mage is a person who understands their aspect by experiencing it.

Light is the aspect of fortune, luck, relevance, and knowledge.

As a Mage of Light Tristan has an innate and personal understanding of lore; Tristan, through his interactions with pop culture, knows a lot about said things.

Mages often experience their aspect in a negative way, seen in the frequent possession of Tristan by the Lore Librarian, and his burden of knowledge about absurd and obscure facts about nerd media.

Tristan is one of the only people on the crew who understands how the game works and what the final boss’s deal is, but you know he’s going to be cryptic and vague about it because it’s funny. Tristan would have the uncanny ability to know what something is without having seen it before.

Tristans abilities are: a. Foresight, he can tell exactly when and where something will happen and manipulate them in his favor b. He can give people luck or take it away c. He can manipulate light and probably use it as a projectile, and d. Know exactly what has to be done at any moment.

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Willie, Dersite Bard of Blood:

A Bard is a person who invites the destruction of or with their aspect

Blood is the aspect of bonds, stability, and unity.

As the Bard of Blood Willie actuates the severing of bonds and the dissolving of stability.

Willie is a change maker, he breaks down the stable and familiar structure of the established group dynamics in Drawfee often in an antagonistic way; Willie is well known for his hatred for Jacob, and his very presence elicits the rage in both of them.

Videos in which Willie appears are marked by hostility, but through him new and interesting things get made.

Being a bard isn’t all bad, Bards of blood are not one sided; A bard of blood has the ability to destroy using the bonds they have, uniting a group of people under a cause to destroy something, like rallying the crew against Jacob.

Willie, like a lot of the crew, has a lot of buffing abilities; utilizing his bonds he can make others more powerful and fight harder than they could otherwise.

Willie’s abilities are: a. Control of literal blood b. Group sync, he acts as a conduit through which the coordination and damage output increases, and c. Dismantle, he can break the bonds of atoms and make physical matter crumble away.

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ah yes i was indeed possessed by the catboy maid gods for hours to create this

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Hi, I'm the "crazy cat lady" who made those asks yesterday about catboy!SE Saeran and his system. I wanted to come back because I had another thought and just really wanted to share it since I practically melted over it. And I wanted your opinion. So...I know you have a headcanon for GE!Saeran wearing Lila's (or MC's) sweaters. But, how about mixing SE!Saeran and his system you've created (Grave, SE!Ray, Su-Jin) being catboys, and they...are possessive (Grave) or have a favorite (SE!Saeran, Su-Jin, SE!Ray) shirt/sweater that belongs to Lila (or MC).

I'm not COMPLETELY sure of every idea, but I thought about Grave hiding under the bed when he wants to be left alone (which I couldn't help but cackle imagining him hissing and batting at an MC calmly telling him that being under the bed is not where he should be when he wants to be alone), and he has that sweater underneath there because it comforts him is obvious the MC is looking for it after it went "missing" (*looks at Su-Jin*) from the dryer. And he just wants to get back at her for calling him cute in front of Saeyoung (MC: it was an accident! you just looked so sweet curled up on top of the refrigerator with your tail hanging off the side!) and making sounds at him to get him to approach her for ear scritches. So, he actually buries his face into it, breathing in the scent that's almost completely faded away (he'll have to grab her perfume again later), and takes a catnap-or two if he really needs to recharge from being around people-before leaving his nest and going to work on his next musical piece.

God, yeah, I’m totally a sucker for boys being able to wear their partner’s clothes now and again. You can have a girlfriend sweater, it doesn’t always have to be a boyfriend sweater. Don’t bind yourself to this notion of a binary system where it’s only the girls getting big sweaters, no, no, even boys can borrow sweaters from their partners. I just think it’s a cute idea that more people should think about all of the time because... boys wearing your sweater... God, there’s just something really cute about that. 

I buy... bigger clothes because I like to have sweater paws anyway, so I see my girl Lila doing the same for her laid-back days, as well. Grave assuredly wouldn’t let people know that he’s wearing something that belongs to someone else, I can say with certainty on that front. He’s just holed up trying to hide in the dark, pressing the soft fabric against his face with a deep sigh. There’s probably just something calming about that to him. He would never admit it. He knows better than to go where he could whack his head if he was startled, but you can’t really convince him otherwise. 

Su-Jin is very sincere about it, honestly. He would probably take something from the dryer simply because he really needs certain things to ground himself, and a lot of what he wears is already big sweaters. It helps him with the dysmorphia as he deals with his body being “bigger” than he’s used to. He would try to lie and say he didn’t take the pink sweater but he’s clearly wearing it after he hid behind the couch, the sleeves rolled over his hands, just blissed out into a nap. “I didn’t take it, noona, I promise!” 

SE Ray is more honest about it. He asks nicely if he can borrow one, maybe his clothes are in the wash and he’s making an excuse because it’s chilly in the bunker at that moment. With his face burning up, he looks away as he tugs the fabric over his shoulders and inhales, the faintest scent of something sweet like sugar and cinnamon washing over him. He definitely keeps it for quite a while because nobody ever tells him to give it back. His ears perk up the entire time he’s wearing it. 

Saeran is simply... man, he’s less overwhelmed. He just takes what he wants from that stack of clothes and puts it on. Nobody will say anything to him and he won’t let them. You can try to imagine him taking a hoodie and pulling the hood over his head so nobody can try to give him scritches or coo over him because he is not cute. He is comfortable and this keeps him from wanting to claw whoever looks at him funny. He miscalculated because someone is going to nudge his tail instead. Cue huffy mewing.

Gosh darn it, Anon, I’m trying to work on cowboy Unknown, don’t make me want to draw this.