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artfight is around the corner so also taking this opportunity to nervously introduce my ocs !!!
I’m sure it’s hard to tell but my favorite character archetype is butler so I sold my soul to the trade and painstakingly put all my neuron action potentials into these two
Rairakku the all perfect head butler who can’t think for himself because he’s trying to prove his family name and a strange, lanky, aloof and nameless guy in his garden. He takes him in to train him as a servant (where he eventually assumes his name is Butler) and Rakku’s behavior is questioned for the first time and Ok I’m done now
Here’s some more ,,,,,eug
I’ve also tried a little bit of world building aka I had a little too much fun making a bunch of characters and quickly put together drawings of rakku’s sisters as well!! Yasashiku and Junpaku 🫶
these drawings are a little rough around the edges, my apologies ;
thank u for listening TT 🫶
#lilac.art#add me on#artfight#same username as here!!!!!!#original character#they’re platonic#butler is actually a year older than rairukku#+ he calls him rakku#also#he’s a secret bug#(literally)#hes got hidden antennae#pine sawyer beetle baby!#and rairakku has goat features#his hair is double layered#a thick protective layer and a soft wooly layer#he’s the only pink one in his family due to a blood mutation#(they’re supposed to be pure white)#so they stuck him w the butlers and covered his eye#going back to my hole now to hide
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I like the idea that Cross realised Killer was touchstarved (he didn't have the words for it but he noticed how much Killer would settle down from it) and started giving him very small basic affection. Pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, maybe a quick friendly hug, all things he probably learned through royal guard training and thinks of as normal friend/coworker stuff.
But as they both got more comfortable in the routine of it, Killer started instigating touches and he was not shy about it (like not just leaning into Cross's side during movie night, he looks like he's trying to get into Cross's jacket with him)
And that this more intense affection made Cross realise he might also be just a little bit touchstarved
Bonus:
#UTDR#UTMV#Cross Sans#Killer Sans#The cuddles are mutually beneficial#Both of these boys desperately need a little love and affection#Really I just imagined Killer hugging up on Cross so close it looks like he's a living blanket and I wanted to draw it#And then y'know what? Throw in HorrorDust cuddles too while we're here#Cross is nervous they'll find out he desperately wants touch and think less of him#As if he didn't just have the exact same revelation with Killer and nobody said a word#As if he isn't sitting across from people literally in each other's laps#It's okay he won't get rid of Killer any time soon and he's about to be like a barnacle on this man#So he'll get all the hugs he could need#I'm in a very sappy cuddly mood today it seems#Also I forgot the username but the person who made the ''we need more kross'' post this one is partially for you!!
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big day for annoying ppl (me)
#my art#digital art#homestuck#vriska serket#4/13#homestuck day#also never officially posted it but i have an insta ive been putting thing from here on there. same username
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Idia on a 3ds‼️ Idia I drew on colors!3d for the nintendo 3ds‼️
It's so weird to see how the real colors look like in the digital ver through my phone, the 3ds screen quality is ANCIENT
Speedraw (sped up by like 30x) under the cut
#LMAO FOLLOW ME ON COLORS!3D ON THE NINTENDO 3DS GAME IG#(with the same username of course)#idia shroud#twst#my art#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#ignihyde#colors! 3d#WKEWKDJWKJ2K little late edit here i wrote speedrun instead of speedraw PLEASE IGNORE
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m!Corrin thingies by yours truly
#sorry for being gone for most of June(?) i just didn’t feel motivated to post here#as a reminder I am more active on my Instagram account#same username#fire emblem#fire emblem heroes#digital art#fire emblem fates#fire emblem fanart#fire emblem fates conquest#fe14#fe:if#Corrin#Corrin fire emblem#m!corrin#fire emblem engage#fire emblem if#fire emblem fates birthright
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Dare to Hope
• odxny/reader
• 1.8k words
• Summary: Stepping into the light after living in the darkness for so long is not easy.
But he finds it may be worth it if you're there for him.
Your voice rang in his ears even hours after hanging up.
He sat on his chair, staring at his monitor, hesitant on what to do next.
He replayed your last call in his mind, stuck like a broken record.
A million thoughts ran in his mind. And there you stood, amid them all, in the eye of the hurricane.
You.
How could someone he had met such a short time ago change everything so fast?
His hope had been long gone. He was certain the pit of darkness he had fallen into would be his reality for the rest of his life.
But then. A weirdo with a strange passion for esoteric languages came into his life.
Did you even come into his life? Was your effect on him grand enough to declare you had, in fact, impacted his life?
He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Were you a divine beacon? A sign that he shouldn't go along with what he had been planning for so long?
A sign that he could still dare to hope?
He groaned even more.
He knew it when he met you, and he told you as much. That your time spent together would be short.
When you met, it was settled that in just a short while, you would become strangers again.
And yet.
You were so hell-bent on that not happening.
Just why?
Why did you care so much about someone you had just met?
Someone you knew nothing about? For fuck's sake, you didn't even know what his face looked like.
And yet you liked him.
Warmth bloomed in his chest, settling in his stomach as rocks at the realization.
You liked him.
He couldn't wrap his head around the fact, but he so desperately wanted to cling onto it.
Were you really the sign he didn't know he had been waiting for? A sign he never dared to hope would come?
He deemed himself helpless. The fate he had decided for himself was the only fate he seemed fit for him.
The fleeting image of a new fate with you made him lurch back on his chair and begin pacing around the room.
You haunted him, and he found he liked the feeling.
He dreaded liking the feeling.
Even if- okay, even if the attraction was mutual, how could you two even make this work?
What if when you saw his face you found him ugly?
What if you held him in your arms and were immediately repulsed by him?
What if he was too much for you? What if he wasn't what you wanted?
What if the spell broke? What if you hated the real him?
Was there even a real him?
...........
He sat on the floor, knees against his chest.
The scene was straight out of a teenage rom-com, he realized.
He groaned yet again.
What if you looked inside and did like what you found?
What then?
What if you decided to stay?
What if he dared to hope?
You had landed on his life by pure chance, and now he found he wanted to take the reins of his destiny.
He stood up from the floor and sat back down on his chair, intent on turning his life around.
And he was, to say the least, afraid. But he wanted this. Wanted to believe in this feeling.
He sighed, logging into the program, a plan already formed in his mind.
The final hack. The end of something.
And the start of something new.
Was it corny? Maybe. Possibly. Definitely.
It didn't matter to him. He realized he preferred corny to meaningless.
His hands trembled as he typed his phone number in.
His mind was plagued by thoughts of you.
You, and your stupid laugh he liked so much.
You, and your innate way to make him smile and laugh.
You, and your words to him, which he still couldn't believe were making him do a 180 on everything he had been planning for so long.
He spared a glance at his mask. It sat on his desk, seemingly staring at him.
You, and the possibility of a future with you in it.
It took you less time than what he'd anticipated to call him.
He felt light. Chill in his balcony, but warm in his heart.
He realized you were just as hopeful as he was.
He couldn't stop smiling.
He walked across the airport, his nerves alight.
He was fighting the urge to turn on his heel and sprint away, yet he had gotten so far already, now hadn't he?
Besides, he found this feeling sort of addictive. And he realized it was worth it to feel like he was about to throw up in the middle of the airport when he spotted you amongst the crowd, scanning the area to find him.
And when your eyes met his and he saw your lips stretch in an impossibly wide smile, all thoughts of running away dissipated.
And goddamn, he already loved hearing you laugh through a screen, but hearing you laugh while sitting on your couch with you and eating take-out was so much better than he could've ever imagined.
"So, like, where did you get the mask?"
"That," he began, grabbing a fry from the coffee table and popping it into his mouth, "is a secret."
You scoffed, shoving a handful of fries into your mouth.
"Oh, come on! Did you get it custom made?" Your voice was muffled by the fries in your mouth, and he had to concentrate to make out what you were saying.
"Not telling."
"And what about the emojis? Did you draw those or did you commission them?"
"Not telling."
You groaned, plopping back onto the arm of the couch, staring daggers at him while he simply smiled.
"Come on! Why the secrecy?"
"Why the rush to find all that out?"
"What, so will you tell me as time passes?"
"Perhaps."
You groaned yet again, changing into a kneeling position on the couch, your face closer to his.
His smile in real life was no match to the smile almost covered by the mask he sported in videocalls.
And his eyes... You were glad the mask was no longer concealing the glimmer in them.
"Did you throw the mask out?"
He shook his head, popping another fry into his mouth.
"No, it's way too cool to throw it out."
"Oh, good. It does give you all of your charisma points."
He laughed and you laughed with him, and you looked into each others eyes and everything felt so simple now when just a short time ago it had all felt so complicated.
He was no longer a vision on your monitor, and he would never be "a fond acquaintance you would never see again" like he had put it.
When your laughter died down, you gingerly brought a hand towards the side of his head. You heard him suck in a breath, his chest stilling.
You asked for permission with your eyes, and he softly nodded, allowing you to touch him.
You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let your hand linger on his jaw, your touch making goosebumps rise on his skin.
"I really like the mask, but..." You ever so softly stroked his jaw with the back of your fingers, and he felt he could just melt right there and then. "I prefer to look at the person behind the mask."
He gulped. Intimacy. He could do this.
"I..."
He took a deep breath, an attempt to slow down the beat of his rampant heart.
The desire to run away suddenly returned.
It was easier to let something go that cling tightly to it, but he found he wanted to cling to you as hard as he could.
He didn't want- he couldn't let you go.
He dared to hope you would feel the same.
"I'm scared."
His voice sounded small to his ears.
You tilted your head in question, urging him to continue.
He sighed, sinking deeper into your touch.
"I'm scared this won't last," Once he managed to get that out, his next words came out rushed, eager to get out of his chest. "I'm scared you'll one day wake up and realize you don't want me around, or worse, that we'll grow distant with time and- I just- I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you as well."
Word vomit out, rocks settled in his stomach once again.
You continued to stare into his eyes, and for a few seconds, the fear you would mock him gnawed at him, but then, you cradled his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, and he felt the drumming in his chest slow down ever so slightly.
You said his name oh so softly, and he fought against the tears that welled up in his eyes.
"For what it's worth, I don't ever want to lose you," you paused and took in his softening expression, easing from a nerve-tightened one. "I don't ever want this to end, either, and I'll be clinging to it, to you as hard as I can."
That. He needed to hear that so badly.
Neither of you could predict the future. Neither of you could set a due date for your relationship. This wasn't a server made specifically to extort people that would be shut down once everyone involved had achieved their goals.
This was more than that. More real, more volatile by nature.
You both wanted this to last, and you were both going to do everything in your power to make sure it lasted for a long, long time.
Both of you dared to hope.
And he found that was enough for him for now.
He fully melted into your touch, his chest brimming with emotion and affection.
"You're not alone anymore." you said in an almost whisper.
He cradled one of your hands with his and pressed it deeper into his skin.
"Thank you for coming into my life."
You smiled softly at his words, and he fought back the urge to press his smile against your own right then.
"Thank you for letting me stay."
Warmth bloomed in his chest and threatened to spill through the tears welled up in his eyes.
He didn't want to hold the urge back anymore.
And apparently neither did you.
You met in the middle. You hummed and he let air out from his nose, tilting your heads to press deeper into the other.
His other hand pressed against your own. He then slid his hands down your forearms, and you shivered and he felt like dying. In a good way.
You pulled his face even closer to yours, and his hands caressed your arms in slow motions, tentative yet full of affection.
He almost didn't believe the moment was real, along with everything that had led up to it.
You had changed everything, and had given him the courage to hope.
This was only the first step in his new journey.
And he was certain you would be there for him every step of the way.
• a/n: The main thing i wanted to portray here is odxny's shift of mentality and how he reacted to it. How adverse he was to any chance of betterment coming his way and then the fear of it not being real or not lasting once it eventually arrived. I really didn't want to fall into the whole "he's found love and now he's happy" thing, I wanted to portray the exact opposite; how he now has something (someone) that brings him so much happiness and is his first step into his life having meaning again and how he's so afraid of losing it.
I really hope he wasn't out of character here I luv him with my entire heart and wanted to portray him being in distress but in a believable way.
This may be too long of an author's note but idc i love to yap.
#mush writes stuff#seekl#seekl vn#odxny#odxny x reader#I MIGHT post this in ao3 but I'm an idiot and having way too many issues with it#if i figure it out then it'll be there my username is the same as here
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#homestuck#homestuck textposts#bro strider#dirk strider#technically#i wasn't sure what username to give bro here#so i just went with dirk's#after all they're technically the same person#own post
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tension...
#there's a whole 3 other partsbut i cant post it here#ill die#go follow my twitter if youre 18+ LOL#its under the same username zerogutzz#moondrop#fnaf security breach#willow#fnaf oc#zerogutzz art
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a mob of emus for an artstyle game on twt! ^_^
#project sekai#emu otori#the usernames are all their public twts so if you use that evil platform check out their art ^_^#many of them are on here with the same users even.. be gone from my sight vile bird#the one on the bottom right is Mine but ive never had an artstyle in my life so it may not be obvious to the viewers. sorry.#pjsk#prsk#proseka#only my beautiful mutuals beautiful art can make me do LINEART#i was going to ask on here but realized i dont have mutuals bc this is a side blog. sniffle. hell on earth#I dont have much to scream in the tags. semester is almost over. Im sleepy. I designed emu a huge seord for an assignment#but the 3d model turned out Bad. it looks ok from the top but you turn it and see Problems.#its been a month or so since i modelled that and i have gotten better so i want to try again with no time crunch + pressure#its a fun looking sword. magical girl sword type shit#EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE PRINCE WXS STUFF I END UP AWAKE UNTIL 3AM BECAUse it GETS TO ME#WAAAAAAAAAUHGH. I HAVE CLASS IN 11 HOURS#GOODNIGHT. IT WILL BE AS IF ALL THE STARS WERE LAUGHING.#oh my god wait i did this this weekend bc i was like yaay i have a weekend without any assignments due#I just forgot abt one. Bc my email hasnt been working properly and didnt send me the reminder for it. i will spend my tuesdah drawing a gun
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I discovered you today and oh my god I'm feral for your art the colors you use are just so ✨️yummy✨️
Thank you so much! I opened asks on instagram today and people are currently sending me messages there saying my art looks like candy?? I AM FLATTERED 🍬🍭
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Cooking something special! 👀
#i forgot to post the wips here!!#the full thing will be on my channel same username#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#lucifer morningstar#parody song#edit#my work#everyone did so good!!! im very excited to release the full thing#ps we dont hate vivziepop
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VICTORIA PEDRETTI AS DANI CLAYTON ↳ The Haunting Of Bly Manor | 1x09
#the haunting of bly manor#victoria pedretti#dani clayton#thobmedit#dani clayton edit#this is a repost!!#please don’t freak out if you happen to see the same two gifs floating around on here#i happen to have the same username as my old account that i deleted#my old account has a profile picture of max from strangers things#it’s pink#usertragedys
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Another page from the Loop Being Emo In The Woods WIP! The aftermath of the little episode from the previous page I posted. This one’s finished, and I need to think long and hard abt whether this level of detail is like, sustainable for something 15 pages long 😅
This comic originated from wanting to see more straight up sifloop romance, with pining and sad eyes and angsty internal monologues and tropey romcom bits and a healthy mix of drama/comedy. I plotted out a couple funny little one page comics, then got into thinking about character motivations and emotional beats, and now we’re like, maybe 15 comics/scenes/chaoters plotted and storyboarded in this universe? But because I hate keeping things simple, every one of those fucking comics is between 6-15 pages long and dialogue heavy, and I’m getting mired in the characterization of it all (not even counting getting mired in the visual storytelling and the plot progression of it all! And not even getting started on the “still very new to digital art, how does one use procreate” of it all!) Soooo haha I’m in danger :3
If anyone wants to talk in dms or on discord abt this comic and the greater sifloop shipping trash story it’s part of, hit me up! Especially if you know your way around plotting out a story a lil bit. I don’t know how to start conversations online 🙈 but I like to think I bring a lot to the table talking meta, trading wips and other art that I can’t post here, making lil comics from discord bits, and exchanging help with plotting/storyboarding/dialogue/character interpretations.
#official thanks to every early 00s manga for the ‘person had a mental breakdown and now they’re in a giant circle of destroyed trees’ visual#I need someone to gently take my pen like ‘Kiri babe don’t u think that’s enough detail for this one page? remember you gotta do 14 more’#I touched too much grass and forgot how to make friends online :(#last time I posted sth like this I got my first fandom friend so I’m doing it again 😇#I cannot stress how much I need a literal invitation to start a direct conversation with someone#so this is a literal invitation to hit me up here or on discord (same username)#isat#in stars and time#isat loop#my art#art#isat fanart
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They look so angry…Do people always look at you that way?
#a few stills from a tik tok I made a couple days ago!#i have the same username on there as I do here if anyone is curious#warrior cats#my art#firepaw#yellowfang#firestar
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The announcement | The blog message
Discord is changing their username system. as an example change: the account User#7235 would change their username to @ user, with an additional profile nickname (like Twitter has), on top of server nicknames-- and that's IF you manage to get your desired username in the first place.
Please leave feedback on Discord's feedback site if you're opposed to this change.
#i haven't even covered problems that this system will CAUSE here#but that's alllll in the feedback forum....... its all the same thing and its all so correct. i hope they listen......#also to be noted is that i think you can just not change your username and nothing will happen...#although that only 'fixes' one aspect. and only even about 25% of a fix#it's a mess.#discord#polls#tpolls#blast babbles#options 5 and 6 are by far the stupidest reasons they gave for this smfh#also this is my first poll idk how well it's formatted lol#yeet
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fifteen things that don't come back, by charlie slimecicle:
number one. the paper airplane you and your daughter throw at your husband while his back is turned in the kitchen, the two of you hiding behind the counter as you snicker quietly when he stops humming and yelps a curse as he turns around with a faux angry expression and a poorly-hidden smile.
number two. the glass your daughter broke trying to grab it from the cabinet on her tippy-toes. you didn't look over until you heard the glass shatter against the kitchen floor, too preoccupied with grabbing the jug of cold orange juice from the fridge to notice until it was too late. golden, afternoon sunlight shone warmly on the both of you from the open window as you swept it up while she stood to the side with a sheepish expression.
number three. your husband's soft shirt he let you borrow when you said you couldn't find your own but really you just quickly shoved yours under the bed when he wasn't looking. you absently noted that it smelled like him. your lips curved into a slight smile without input. your foot shoved your shirt under the bed a little bit farther.
number four. the pictures you took of your daughter and niece, hugging eachother as they posed for the camera, the photo incinerated into ash when you blew up your house. you frantically dug through your daughter's chest afterwards, soot covering your hands as you searched for the photograph. you did not find it.
number five. your niece.
number six. the feeling of a cold glass of wine held tipsily in your hand, the waterdrop of condensation slipping down the glass at the same pace your tears did down your cheeks. you downed the alcohol until there was nothing left except a burning feeling and a lump in your throat. the bartender did not give you another drink.
number seven. your friend, the one who used to laugh hysterically with you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before he began to scream at you while he wrapped his hands around your neck. he pushed you into the dirt, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of wet dirt on your skin as you absently question whether the water dripping on your face was the rain or the tears slipping down your friend's face. you know that was the funeral of your children, but you think both of the real 'you's died that day, too.
number eight. the warm, rumbling feeling of laughter in your chest as a smile hurts your cheeks, the sensation long gone. your mouth, for a moment, twitches into a small smile at the memory of the feeling.
number nine. the feeling of hands on your own, your husband's warm hands intertwined with yours as your cold, golden rings clink against eachother. your daughter's tiny hand clasped around yours as she leads you to a butterfly she found, grass brushing your ankles as you walk.
ten. the sound of your daughter's amused laughter, snorts interrupting occasionally. her head leans back as she giggles, her eyes scrunched up in happiness.
eleven. the sound of your husband's soothing voice, lilting with fondness as he looks at you. a smile absently crosses his face as he speaks, audible in his voice. you always remember smiling back.
twelve. your golden wedding band your husband lovingly slipped onto your ring finger so long ago, the one you furiously tossed into a dusty corner with particularily bad aim. you blame the poor aim on the tears blurring your vision, but it could've been the alcohol, really.
thirteen. your husband. you try to go to sleep in the center of your bed now, knowing that he won't be there. when you wake up, you always find yourself on the left side of the bed, as if you've moved in your sleep to accommodate someone. you scowl and think that your asleep self should stop being so stupid. ..you make the bed just in case he really does decide to come back.
fourteen. your daughter. whenever you make yourself breakfast now, you keep accidentally making two bowls, the muscle memory automatic, familiar, and no longer needed. you sit down at the table and set the bowls and begin to eat, but you always end up just stirring the cereal with your spoon as you stare at the untouched bowl across from you. you always end up throwing them both away. without your input, a frown tugs slightly at your lips as your pour out the second bowl but you know that nobody else was even here to eat it anyway. your eyes burn.
fifteen. your daughter, the one you know isn't the real one. sometimes you walk down those train tracks where you found her, hoping she'll be here this time. she never is. ..you still keep checking, just in case.
#qsmp#q!slime#q!misclickduo#misclick duo#misclick family#q!slimeriana#slimeriana#← i actually completely forget all the tags for them lmao#qsmp poem#poem#qsmp writing#moral's writings#hi!! i hope this one is good!! i'm really proud of this one ^^#i was on tiktok and there was this qsmp edit and the caption was 'things that don't come back' and then i started thinking abt qsmp#← and i was like wait that's actually a really good fic title. so i turned it into a poem and now we're here!! :D#there is never a day in my life where i'm not thinking abt q!slime bro#listened to velvet ring by big thief on loop while writing this :)#also if its not clear this is a poem mostly about q!misclick family from q!slime's pov but tilín quackity and codeflippa are mentioned kind#i felt this worked better in second person so let this be known that this is not an x reader thing!! it's from q!slime's pov ^^#now on ao3 under the same username :D#now that i'm rereading this it sounds like it kinda ends abruptly lmao i might fix that#now fixed ^^ i hope this is a bit better :)#qsmp slimecicle#ALSO IF ANYBODY'S READ THIS FAR i think you should read this with 'how to never stop being sad' by dandelion hands playing :D#← like it's crazy how well that song/poem fits q!slime
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