#vermin’s sketchbook

[deceased-vermin]

themmmmm 💚💛❤️

[glowfangarts]

Sketch for a lil something im working on

Stormvermin can get a lil tedious to draw ngl

[zero-art-or-braincell]

Scars

[retsutsu]

[oc] Isabel and her monstrous alter ego

[in-flvx]

Commotion, Chaos and Cacophony

(Sirius runs away. Regulus POV)

There is shouting.

There is always shouting. Regulus black is sitting at his gorgeous mahagony desk, precision scissors in his hand, as he cuts out the last article of today's Prophet which he was able to connect to the Dark Lord, and tries to ignore the ruckus going on downstairs.

It had started at breakfast, when Sirius once again brought one of his liberal flights of fancy. It is ridiculous. Sirius had always been an airhead, soft for lowlifes and vermin. And where Regulus had been sympathetic towards this, thought Sirius would grow out of it, become wiser with age, he had gotten entirely disillusioned to the notion of it. It's impractical and disruptive. Not just to society at large, but also, time and again, to Regulus' peace and quiet.

Two doors get slammed in quick succession, causing Regulus to let out a quiet sigh of relief as he gets up to pull out his sketchbook. 92 leaves out of 130, filled with cut-outs, and articles of his own, journaling the steady crawl to victory of the Dark Lord. Victory of society.

Loud foot stomps come up the stairs, and then the next door falls shut. Across the hall this time. This doesn't mean today's fight is over, of course. Often, Mother and Sirius take a few minutes, hours sometimes, to wind up their energy to the next round. Regulus wrinkles his nose in distaste, thinking about the early game of catch he has scheduled with Wilkes, Malfoy and the Lestranges tomorrow, which Regulus has been looking forward to for days. Should there be another round to this fight, Regulus will lose some sleep and possibly the game. Yet another way Sirius' childish ideations keep interrupting Regulus' life.

Instead of sitting down to continue his journaling, Regulus remains standing. Unsure about how to continue. He swallows, and then seizes the opportunity.

Regulus opens his door smoothly, and tabs over the heavy carpet to his brother's door. There is commotion in there, which is par for the course. There is always commotion in Sirius' room. Commotion, chaos and cacophony.

He throws open the door. The sight insults him. Red and gold, unmoving pictures of scantily cladt muggle females on those dirty machines Sirius is so infatuated with, pictures of Sirius with his gaggle of blood traitor and mud blooded friends. And between all of this childish show of rebellion, there is Sirius himself. There's an ugly look on his face, as he creates even more chaos in this dump of a room. Regulus has never understood why people in their school fancied him. Lips too big, and too red, quite like a girls in fact, a tan that betrays his noble heritage, and Sirius never bothered to get rid of the freckles, and moles, that marr his visage. Hair falling into his eyes, and a slump as if he had never learned how to carry himself.

"What do you want, Regulus?" Sirius spits out without even turning to look at him, as he throws his belongings around the room.

"Stop the fight for tonight, will you?" Regulus starts. Sirius throws his head back and laughs at that. It sounds hysteric. Cold. Regulus rolls his eyes. The hysterics of a woman. As much as he appreciates Mother and Bellatrix, they are still females, behaving as such. It does not stand for the eldest son to behave like them.

"Mother and Father are so good to you, can't you see that?" Regulus tries to ban the bitterness from his voice. Even with all the chaos and airheadedness, the parents still love Sirius. Regulus still can't shake the feeling that they love Sirius more than him. No matter how often show Regulus off, use him as the example of a good son to strive towards. They love Sirius so much. Adore him and his head full of rebellion.

"What do you want, Regulus?" Sirius asks again. This time he turns around and pierces Regulus with his too dark eyes. Even their regal silver is muddied by black, blue and grey. Sometimes brown in bad light. The mole on Sirius' lower lid always looks like dirt. Only now does he see that Sirius is holding his old quidditch bag. It's ratty. Kreacher and Mother have thrown it out several times, but Sirius has fished it out of the garbage every time. It's big. Roomy enough for the bat, and gear.

"Are you going somewhere?" Regulus asks back. Sirius let's out another hysteric laugh.

"Yes," he answers.

This might not be a bad idea. Life is easier when Sirius takes off. The parents get along, social dinners go smoothly, Regulus gets the sleep he needs.

Sirius has gone back to throwing things around. There is an order to it, he hadn't recognised earlier.

"Try and go quietly," Regulus advises. He prefers not to listen to Mother rant and cry over the loss of her eldest son when Sirius makes one of his dramatic exits. He will be able to make arrangements for the next days to avoid all of that, but tonight it would be uncouth.

Sirius snorts: "Whatever."

Regulus contemplates on what to say next.

"I won't come back this time," Sirius says. His voice is filled with many emotions which Regulus has no interest in.

"Good," he says instead. This takes care of all of Regulus' problems.

[kustar-ryumi]

✦ i am innocence condemned / sought to be snuffed / vermins despised / unfiltered hatred / for me and my “kind” / (around the world) / (all deceit and lies) / i am innocence condemned / don’t turn a blind eye. ✦ Gahh, poem/art by me!! Made in my sketchbook. It's meant to be interpretive, so the meaning/who (individual or group) it's about is pretty open! I am not the best at poetry, fairly beginner or mediocre at best. But oh well, what is art if not plentiful? 🤟🏼🧙🏼‍♂

[tiny-vermin]

(⁠(⁠(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)⁠)⁠)

sketchbook: @tiniest-vermin

artfight: tinyvermin_

[love-vermeil]

hello, i am verm!

my main bog is @tiny-vermin

i have a sketchbook @tiniest-vermin (NO MORE good omens HERE)

ao3 (just art, i don't write): v33m

art tag: #verms hell

[rjjameshiii]

RJ's Platinum Collection #22: Night In The Woods

Achieved on 3/13/2023 at 11:11 PM

This is another game that I have already played and loved. I played Night In The Woods back when it first released on Steam, and I was absolutely in love with this charming - and secretly horrifying - game. So when I discovered that Night In The Woods was available on PS5, and with it's own Platinum, of course I had to play it again!

Night In The Woods sees you playing a 20-year old cat named Mae who drops out of college and moves back to her small hometown of Possum Springs. What starts off as a slice-of-life game slowly turns into a dark existential nightmare as Mae and her friends discover that something evil is slowly digging its hooks into the town.

Getting the Platinum is pretty simple, requiring 2 full playthroughs and two partial playthroughs. During my first playthrough, I did EVERYTHING. And I mean that. Every day, I explored every inch of town, and talked to every single person I came across, and looked at every possible thing I could look at. If you do that, you will unlock a majority of the trophies as they are all related to what I call "storylines" involving all the characters. If you explore everything, you'll also quickly fill up your sketchbook, as you need all sketches in the game to get the platinum, but you don't need all sketches on a single playthrough.

While you can talk to all the side characters as much as you want, you have to choose between hanging out with Bea or Greg at the major story points. For my first playthrough, I chose to prioritize Bea, and once I finished the Bea playthrough I had 20 trophies.

1/32: You Killed That Poor Roach - Kill the cockroach while poking the severed arm.

2/32: Welcome Back! - Complete Act 1.

3/32: Mother Of Vermin - Feed the rats once.

4/32: Miracle Rats - Feed the rats three times and cause an infestation.

5/32: Accidentally Good Dinner - Choose all the good options for dinner at Bea's.

6/32: What??? - Complete Act 2.

7/32: Maestro - Get a good score on all three band songs.

8/32: Poets of Possum Springs - Listen to Selma's poem in the library.

9/32: Jenny's Field - Go to Jenny's Field with Mom.

10/32: Echoes - Complete all five dream sequences.

11/32: RABIES! - Meet Rabies the possum on the bridge.

12/32: Best Available Friend - Complete Bea's friendship storyline.

13/32: Deep Hollow Hollerers - Unite the violinist and the saxophonist.

14/32: He's From Somewhere - Complete Germ's friendship storyline.

15/32: The End - Complete Act 3.

16/32: Changing Of The Seasons - Complete Act 4.

17/32: Thryy Wyrd Tyyns - Find all three pentagrams.

18/32: The Tooth - Give the Tooth to Dad.

19/32: Dusk Stargazer - Find all the constellations with Mr. Chazokov.

20/32: At The End Of Everything - Finish the game for the first time.

Next up was the Greg playthrough. This playthrough was a lot shorter since I spent less time exploring town and doing side stuff, but I did have to re-do Lori's storyline because I realized that I had accidentally skipped her final interaction, depriving me of her trophy in the Bea run. I also took some time to play the game-within-a-game Demontower, which you not only need to beat but get the true ending. I suggest looking up a guide for Demontower, it is very hard. But I beat it, then finished the Greg run, earning 10 more trophies.

21/32: Crusty - Eat someone else's pizza crust.

22/32: Knife Fight - Win the knife fight with Greg.

23/32: Brainshot! - Shoot the Forest God in the head.

24/32: Bass Ackwards - Get a failing score on all three band songs.

25/32: Demonpower - Beat the game Demon Tower.

26/32: Palecat - Beat Demon Tower and get the True Ending.

27/32: Let's Be Legends - Complete Greg's friendship storyline.

28/32: Horrorshow - Complete Lori's friendship storyline.

29/32: Hold Onto Anything - Complete the game a second time.

30/32: Make It Last - Complete every storyline in the game over the course of two playthroughs.

After two full playthroughs, I had all but two of the sketches. During your first hangout with Greg, you need to choose between a pig robot, a frog robot, or a rabbit robot. I picked the pig robot the first time around, but I had to partially replay the game twice in order to get the frog robbit sketch and the rabbit robot sketch. But once I did that, I unlocked the Platinum!

31/32: Seriously? - Unlock all sketches in the game.

32/32: Ride The Chariot - Get all the trophies in Night In The Woods.

Night In The Woods is a classic game in my opinion. I love watching people experience it for the first time, with all of its heavy themes and horrific plot twists - it's a truly remarkable game for being about a cat who drops out of college.

Rating: 10/10

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

so. have been thinking about the comment on Northstar’s fingers ever since his page dropped. could we have something on that?

(⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ )

Scarred

Features: Northstar, Fairmount Warnings: None

Fairmount can’t stop staring at his hands. It’s just… They’re so fucking weird. One hand is absolutely pristine… Well aside from calluses that just form over time when you work with your hands. The other is completely covered in scarring that stretches up the entirety of his left arm, neck, and over his eye. Fairmount swallows, staying in the back of the skull as he sketches them.

It’s not his fault they’re so interesting to watch.

Northstar on the other hand, doesn’t think much of them. Well, he hadn’t, not until he caught sight of Fairmount sketching something, and then promptly hiding said sketchbook when he glanced over. Now that’s suspicious.

Snickering, he slowly walked over, cornering Fairmount. “Alright, what are you hiding?”

“Hiding? Nothing! Fuck off!”

“Well, alright.” “Wait really- Hey!” Fairmount yelped as his sketchbook was easily ripped out of his hands, clawing at Northstar in a desperate attempt to get it back. “Fuck- Give it back!”

“Oh, well this is interesting…” Northstar murmured, holding Fairmount back with one hand while flipping through the thick pages. “Very interesting.”

Fairmount wheezed. Someone kill him now. “Give it back!”

“Mm, almost done.” Flip, flip flip, flip, done.

Tossing the sketchbook back to a very embarrassed Fairmount, he smirked, crossing his arms smugly. “So.” “So nothing! Au revoir motherfucker- Ack-!!” Grabbed by the back of his flannel, Fairmount was lifted off the ground, face to face with his current source of stress. Northstar tilted his head with an amused grin, gently grabbing Fairmount’s chin with his other hand.

Fairmount whined.

“Oh don’t whine vermin, it makes you even more pathetic than you already are.” He cooed slowly, watching as Fairmount’s skin started to melt. “What, you like that or something?”

“Shhh- Shut up- Shut up!” Fairmount barked out, trying to squirm out of his hold.

“Awww, you do. Well, thanks for the torture material.” He chuckled, dropping Fairmount.

[hidelias]

A bend in space-time Season 3 - [Chapter 17: The many faces of Jennifer]

[Chapter 17: The many faces of Jennifer] Links : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN

Summary: After being forced to leave Klaus to his “training” with Reginald Hargreeves, Rin meets Sparrow-Ben in the corridor of Hargreeves Mansion.

Excerpt:

"I never thought seeing Chris’s face again would make me want to kick his ass so badly."

I blink, I splash more water onto my face, and shut off the faucet before grabbing a random towel. This version of Ben knows my powers better than most. He likely realizes that if he tried to physically throw me out, he’d pass right through me. And that Chris, for his part, would probably do far worse to him. So I meet his gaze calmly. After the morning I’ve had, his obnoxious attitude doesn’t even faze me.

"I’m not Chris", I tell him, though I know how unsettling this must be for him. "Just like you’re not our Ben."

I’ve seen my companions reactions to him since our arrival, especially Klaus’s. Having lost his brother for the second time, he was particularly shaken and, in a way, somewhat happy to find an illusion of Ben. But - having lived through something similar with Chris - I know we’re light-years away from being the same people.

"Our Ben? Pardon me, but you should know that the muscle-bound gorilla you call Luther is now wearing the Sparrows uniform and has made it quite clear that you’re just a tag-along."

My eyebrows knit, and it’s not because Luther is cozying up to Sloane. No. I’ve always fought to remain outside the Hargreeves dynamic, that’s a fact. But now I feel almost hurt to be considered an outsider? Clearly, that was Ben’s intention, and it annoys me that he succeeded.

"I’d advise you against making value judgments", I say sharply. "I saw your portrait above the living room fireplace, and I know what it means."

Any sane person might think that the portraits Reginald Hargreeves displays so prominently are meant to glorify or memorialize the subjects. Five, in our timeline. Ben, in this one. But no, they’re not. These portraits are a wall of shame: a constant reminder of those who have failed, an example not to follow, an overt, ever-present accusation of disappointment. Ben knows this better than anyone, and I can see the fury boiling in him as he clutches his sketchbook.

"Vermin, I’ll turn you into fossil energy."

↝↝↝↝ Read 'A bend in space-time' ↜↜↜↜ Full chapter : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN Season 1 complete : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN Season 2 complete : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN Season 3 in progress : AO3 - Wattpad - FFN

I chose to insert an OC - Rin - into the plot of The Umbrella Academy, appearing almost only in deleted scenes. This fic is not a self-insert nor a OC-centric fic : Rin exists to flesh out the canon characters, and the fic is mostly focusing on Klaus. Please read the introduction for more details ♡

[deceased-vermin]

Day 2: Disaster Twins! I often think about how long softshells’ necks are

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💈🔪🩸🖤 There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit and the vermin of the world inhabit it ...but not for long~ JUST REWATCHED SWEENEY TODD AND I FORGOT HOW GOOD IT WAS AKDHKAHDKE may be a lil obsessed again :) #sweeneytodd #sweeney #musicals #broadway #broadwaymusicals #art #sketch #sketchbook #watercolor #goache #cartoon #cartoonist #cartoonart (at Fleet Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/CrHx59QMqQw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vyscera]

  Made a new ranger guy inspired by the dnd grimhollow players guide. Hes nasty smelly and covered in bugs. sorry for the last image i needed to beat him up

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[atomic-rena]

I have once again drawn my (and friend's) ocs