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OC Doodle dump, I've been saving more of my random doodles because those other 2 big doodle dump posts were fun to make read alt text for more lore/ funnies
#oc#doodle#been saving these doodles in the drafts till i hit 30 lol#anthony zero#ito zero#vincent zero#ray zero#red zero#soma zero#gray zero#hinata zero#shiro zero#jade zero#illya zero#zeke zero#zero zero#melody zero#stella zero#silver zero#rana zero#cherry zero#karla zero#felix zero#matthew zero#ares zero#haru zero#serena zero
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reblogging this to my main too i spent the past 2 days speedrunning this image and then editing the timelapse so hoo boy i am dead inside I tried to not cut any corners with this because i wanted it to be something im proud of and something yall would enjoy
heres some high quality versions of everyone if your into that kinda thing i wanted these to also work as drawings of their own
I know updates have been slow recently but to everyone who continues to read and support my comic thank you I know thats only like a dozen people maximum but i appreciate y'all
alt versions below the cut
Wow time flies the comic is 2 years old now
I wanted to draw something special for today I hope you like it
Speedraw
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RETROUVAILLES.
➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart
➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves
➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)
➳ word count: 2k
➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧��� 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despise silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds.
anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-
they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.
the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.
it’s… the same. but you're not here.
silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.
they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA.
the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.
they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side.
“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”
they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.
as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance.
but you're not here…
they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more.
they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.
they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by.
the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.
“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.
they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.
they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.
a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.
no. i stay.
the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.
they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness. “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image. you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”
a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.
see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…
#shokugeki no soma x reader#food wars x reader#no game no life zero x reader#ouran high school host club x reader#ohshc x reader#rwby x reader#my hero academia x reader#mha x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#bnha x reader#fire emblem three houses x reader#fe3h x reader#arcane x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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i think a reason unrelated to the story or gameplay that soma is such a comfort game for me is that the sound design is just really relaxing - not the monsters screeching horribly obviously - but like the passive underwater noises, the regulation of our scuba gear/breathing, the doors sliding open with their pleasant little chimes, the pressure rooms in between parts where you're in and out of underwater sections filling or emptying with water - not to mention all the little things you can just interact with throughout the game - it just makes for a very soothing experience personally despite all the scary bits 😂
#i think that's part of why tau and phi are two of my fav sites in the game#in tau after you get past jin its all about exploring#and phi has zero enemies at all and how brightly lit it is makes it very peaceful#even knowing what end awaits simon rip#delta gets points for also having no active enemies#but the overlying dread of delta from learning about akers makes it much less chill 😂#soma#frictional games#soma game#soma frictional games
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I'm sorry, Konami fucking SHADOW DROPPED a Castlevania DS collection!?
#zero talks#castlevania#nintendo switch#nintendo#konami#richter belmont#portrait of ruin#order of ecclesia#dawn of sorrow#soma cruz#jonathan morris#shanoa
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#mikey way#gw#lolaplusg#the smashing pumpkins#twitter#2015#feb 2015#2/23/15#soma#song: soma#1979#song: 1979#starla#song: starla#zero#song: zero#disarm#song: disarm#photo#originals
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Mars: Zero no Kakumei | S01E01
Japanese Drama - 2024, 10 episodes
#Drama: Mars: Zero no Kakumei#JDrama#Thriller#Mystery#Youth#School Life#マルス-ゼロの革命-#Mars: Zero's Revolution#Michieda Shunsuke#itagaki Rihito#Inoue Yuki#Santoki Soma#Japanese Drama - 2024#Drama: 2024
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Yuichi Nakamura and my favourite his characters
#yuichi nakamura#shokugeki no soma#nakamura yuichi#the elusive samurai#jujutsu kaisen#re zero#mahouka koukou no rettousei#jojo's bizarre adventure#my hero academia#kimi no todoke#hyouka
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Inktober Day 30 || The Colors of Kake's Tail 🌈
Day 30 of Inktober 2024 series; The Colors of Kake's Tail
I haven't drawn Kake Dachi, but over here, these were the mermen in color codes chosen to match Kake's mermaid tail;
- Red = Welt Neugia (Soma Bringer)
- Orange = Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)
- Yellow = Zero (Megaman series)
- Green = Solo (Dragon Quest IV)
- Blue = Rief (Golden Sun series)
- Indigo = Marth (Fire Emblem series)
- Violet = Byleth (Fire Emblem series)
So as I bring Kake's Tail to life with a rainbow of colors in this universe within these gentlemen I chose, let's dive into the vibrant world of Kake Dachi together! Don't miss this colorful creation by Kake Dachi.
Made in IbisPaintX for Digital Art maker.
Rules: DO NOT STEAL MY ART! No Rude Comments Please.
Kake Dachi belongs to @Punisher2006.
Welt Neugia belongs to Soma Bringer (Monolith Soft and Nintendo DS).
Roxas belongs to Kingdom Hearts (Square Enix series).
Zero belongs to Megaman: The Series (Capcom series).
Solo (Hero) belongs to Dragon Quest IV and Super Smash Bros. (Square Enix and Nintendo).
Rief belong to Golden Sun/Dark Dawn (Gameboy and Nintendo).
Marth and Byleth belong to Fire Emblem and Super Smash Bros. (Nintendo).
See also:
SpeedPaint: https://youtu.be/fJvqpRxBRBw
#oc#original character#mermaid#fanart#colors#digital art#dragon quest iv#fire emblem#hero#kake#kingdom hearts#marth#megaman#mermen#rainbow#rainbow colors#rief#roxas#solo#byleth#soma bringer#inktober#golden sun dark dawn#color elements#kakedachi#zero#inktober challenge#inktober day 30#inktober 2024#welt neugia
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I love how all the fics on the Soul Eater pixiv tag are just
I keep scrolling and it's all SoMa and SoMa and SoMa, a couple of gen fics here and there, and then one other pairing after page 3.
#other fandoms are usually more diverse#but SE novels tag is def dominated by soma fics#I'm not sure if in JP people actually like SoMa for their ambiguity and not necessarily romantic#and prefers it that way#or if it's the same as in the west when many actually wish they can just be confirmed romantic#and won't settle on just platonic reading#their pixivpedia was strange for not being unusually detailed like any other ships#including even canonically platonic zero-subtext ones#and it got me wondering if the JP fandom has a preference in just seeing them platonic#but with them having these many fics that overshadowed every other type of fics...#gotta read one by one if most of them portray their relationship as romantic or not ig
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various OC doodles i never posted from around the past year
i do have more but i hit the 30 image limit oops
read alt text for fun details
#oc#doodle#ito zero#gray zero#matthew zero#soma zero#yukki zero#hinata zero#ray zero#jade zero#hana zero#scarlet zero#karla zero#felix zero#violet zero#serra zero#ares zero#haru zero#silver zero#red zero#leon zero#rana zero#vincent zero#anthoney zero#sylvia zero
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Soma Fender bender. 🚕⚡️🚓🚕(mixed media on canvas)⚾️
#soma#cityscape#diet coke#cherry coke#coke#coke zero#Coke bottle#coca cola#cola#oracle park#sf giants#san francisco#san francisco giants#baseball team#baseball stadium#mlb fandom#mlb fanart#mlb#pop art#jean michel basquiat#basquiat#andy warhol#fender bender#cop car#taxi cab#taxi#police cars#naive art#art brut#Oakland
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6/25/23
I present to thee - a shameless self insert who's bffs/platonic life partners with our wonderful, handsome lord Soma.
Styrmir means "One who causes storms" in old norse (or so google has told me)
#forgive me I drew this while on vacay and have zero access to a desk rn so I was like sitting in bed doing this#Soma#Soma jarlskona#it's my ... jarlsona#Ac Valhalla
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Soma x Reader headcanons where they’re both stranded at an airport.
Go.
#I wrote something in a similar vein before but I deleted that off the face of the planet#so I’m calling on the soma x reader fic and head canon writers#I’ve got zero energy but I probably am delirious enough to maybe write something#soma assassin's creed#soma jarlskona#soma x reader
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I forgot to make a favorite characters list lmao here I go
Akko (Little Witch Academia)
Lotte (Little Witch Academia)
Protoman/Blues (Mega Man Classic)
Bass/Forte (Mega Man Classic)
Zero (Mega Man X)
Alucard (Castlevania)
Soma Cruz (Castlevania)
Richter (Castlevania)
Najimi (Komi Can't Communicate)
Agari (Komi Can't Communicate)
Terry Bogard (King Of Fighters/Fatal Fury)
Oshawott (Pokemon)
Ralsei (Deltarune)
Noelle (Deltarune)
#little witch academia#castlevania#megaman#rockman x#deltarune#komi can't communicate#pokemon#king of fighters#fatal fury#atsuko kagari#lotte jansson#protoman#bass megaman#zero megaman#zero mmx#alucard#adrian tepes#richter belmont#soma cruz#osana najimi#terry bogard#oshawott#ralsei#noelle holiday
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This is it. I found the video i've been searching for.
The video I always describe myself as when excitedly talking about my hyperfixations.
A.K.A, visual representation of me going feral at the lack of KRZ items in my feed but lovingly screaming about what I can find.
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