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I keep forgetting to post here but to that anon who sent the request don’t worry I’ve seen it and will try to work on it when work stops kicking my butt💀

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Monkeef has the best Bright art :3

some bright icons for something we do with my colleague...

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Just started working night shifts and I’m half asleep most days so posts are probably gonna be much slower now, might only do requests too :/

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RR3 in a few days and I still can’t beat RR2💀

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That should not have taken me so long I dunno why I got stuck on it for the past few days💀

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A new friend for the sinners?

Well it seemed Heathcliff’s luck was abysmal as always, out of all the sinners he could have been placed with he somehow ended up with two of the most annoying ones. He felt more like he was baby sitting then hiking but at least he wasn’t placed with Ishmael although this was almost as bad. Vergilius seemed to be testing him once again even though he knew this was an exercise for all the sinners. “It seems being on the boat for so long has made your legs weaker…” Vergilius said before assigning the sinners to a hiking trip into the mountains beyond the city. Heathcliff walked behind as he watched over Don and Hong Lu the former of which was attempting to climb a tree while the latter was inspecting a patch of poison ivy “hey Heathcliff look at lovey plant” Hong Lu said while getting dangerously close to the itchy plant. “Oi do you have rocks for brains or something get away from that” Heathcliff said before dragging the long haired man away. He then looked up to find the blond swinging from a branch a couple feet up in the air. He really hoped Dante was waiting at the bottom for them… because he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to take the two’s antics for much longer. After shaking the blond down from the tree the three continued their way up to the top. Heathcliff wondered if there was something around he could use as a leash for the two sinners who seemed to disappear whenever he looked away for even a second but a low whimpering interrupted his thoughts. “Heathcliff come hither” the blond yelled from a couple feet up ahead of him. Don and Hong Lu were looking into a little hole, it seemed they were trying to coax something out with the beef jerky they had packed. Heathcliff would soon find out what that something was when a small bundle of fluff weakly crawled out, it seemed to be a small puppy, the poor thing looked famished as it slowly took the jerky from Hong Lu’s hand. “What the hell is that” Heathcliff said, “why only the noblest of companions” Don replied. “It’s so cute~ can we keep it” Hong Lu asked faking a pout. The two continued to plead as the small pup slowly crawled over to Heathcliff before lightly resting its head on his hand “shit” he said. The three hiked back down the mountain with the the pup comfortably being carried by Don, it seems they were the last team to make it down. “What is that” Yi Sang asked before Don proudly showed off the animal. The rest of the sinners then gathered round “what the hell is wrong with you three” Ishmael shouted “that’s a coyote pup” “are you guy’s really that stupid” aww well it’s still pretty cute” Rodya said. “We already have that damn seagull” Ishmael said, “another mascot can’t hurt…” Sinclair said “it’ll try to eat Gregor’s dumb pet” Ishmael retorted. “His name is James…” Gregor said although it seemed no one was listening to him. “Whatever you’re all insane” Ishmael yelled before walking back into the bus while the rest of the sinners fawned over their new pet.

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Oof I really need to finish up that drabble for Heathcliff, Don, and Hong Lu, he fit better in the scenario then Yi Sang >.<

Still need to get started on something for Ishmael too but I’m kinda stumped on ideas for her💀

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I still can’t beat RR2 and it’s making me mad💀

Anyways I’ll try to get some headcanons or drabbles out tomorrow or the day after for Heathcliff, Don, and Yi Sang

Then Ishmael’s drabble in a couple days most likely and something for Faust afterwards :3

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And it looks like Ishmael is our winner I’ll try to get something out for her in the next few days :3

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Only a couple more hours if anyone wants to put in their vote after finishing up the Limbus Speed Dating series :3

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Eeeep look how cute they are!!!

Ooh in that case could you draw Bright and Glass with cat ears just something small and cute since I really like the way you draw the two of them >.<

neko neko nyan. here you go.

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This so good >.<

Like A Dog

ok first time posting a drabble lets go. honestly quite terrified to post

present hcs: trans glass, bright with inhuman features..?? kinda (hes got pointy ass teefs and red eyes)

implied bright/glass but can be read as platonic

anyways ... i love dog symbolism a lot

Jack Bright stares at his face in the mirror, half shaved and absolutely not his. As he stares into the eyes of the face he controls, he feels he’s looking into the eyes of another, because, really, he is. He can’t recognize himself. Not even as he slowly drags the razor along his cheek, his eyes unfocused as his reflection shifts and sneers at him. He’s too busy staring into dead, watery red eyes, eyes he has no business seeing. With a jolt of brief pain that brings him back, he winces as he had nicked his cheek. He turns the squeaky faucet on and quickly throws some cold water over the sliver in his cheek.

And, fuck, those eyes really aren’t his. Neither are the hands that rub water into the cut on someone else’s face.

He startles as he hears the bathroom door creak open, turning to face a mildly surprised Simon Glass. Bright gives a hesitant wave before the therapist speaks. “Shaving in the men’s room again?” Glass asks softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Didn’t have time.” Bright mutters, looking away. His eyes — someone’s eyes — drift back up to the reflection in the mirror. He sees Glass. He sees a man. He doesn’t see himself.

“You look… inquisitive.” The psychologist notes, tilting his head slightly and keeping his distance.

“You ever look at yourself and think, wow, that is NOT me, or is that just a me thing?” Bright asks bitterly. He doesn’t look at Glass.

The other man approaches now, just a few steps, and he looks in the mirror at himself next to Bright. “I see… my physical body… and I’m fairly certain that’s me.” He faces Bright with curious, pale blue eyes that are simply the exact opposite of the scientist’s bold red ones. “When I was younger I didn’t like to see my reflection, because I didn’t want to look like a little girl.”

“That’s different.”

“Not really. No matter what your brain believes shouldn’t be true about your physical body, your physical body is still you. You are the person you see in the mirror. So am I, and so was I back when I was little.”

Bright continues to watch the mirror in silence. His face crinkles in frustration. “I had green eyes. I had green eyes, and I needed glasses.” He pulls his eyelids with his index finger and thumb to get a good look at the full eye. “Bullshit.”

“You could think of it as a scar,” Glass says in his stupidly soft spoken way and Bright wants to agree, but goddamn does he want to be right himself. So, cornered and scared, he gnashes and bares his teeth in false anger, like a bad dog.

“Fuck off, Simon.” He snarls through grit teeth, crooked and yellow and sharp and just like a dog’s — and not his. 

“Jack…” Glass begins slowly, carefully. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, nothing here is okay, this place is FUCKED, AND YOU KNOW IT.” Teeth are snapped uselessly against metal bars that separate his wolfish self from the fragile deer on the other side, one he so foolishly wants to kill and hold and cry into and love. His own humanity cages him and he gnaws wildly at the bars.

“I know this place isn’t right in… a lot of ways, but I also know it’s better to accept flaws sometimes.” Glass reaches out, offering his hand to Bright. The scientist swallows a lump in his throat, glaring with his lip between his teeth as he takes Glass’ hand. Glass intertwines their fingers, and he looks up and smiles. “You see that?”

“I’m not blind.”

“No — I mean, you see our hands, touching. And you feel it. Right?”

“…Sure.” Bright keeps his eyes locked on their hands, his bony knuckles and long fingers awkwardly engulfing the soft and small hand of the psychologist. He feels the gentle warmth coming from Glass’ hand against his significantly colder one — his own hands always seem to be freezing — and he feels the pressure from each of them holding on.

“That’s you.” Glass says.

“What.” It comes out more a statement than a question.

“You see yourself holding my hand, you feel yourself holding my hand. You’re you. That body is you. It’s yours.” Glass smiles up at Bright, confident he’s made a point.

And goddammit, he has. 

So he backs down, his anger giving way to the fear it hid so desperately as the deer nudges the cage door open. Like a dog, he’s been shown gentleness, and god, he just wants to be helped — to be saved. So for the time being, he lets Simon save him. Just like a loyal dog.

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Oh yeah only three days left for the poll so make sure to read through the Limbus Speed Dating drabbles before picking a sinner :3

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No writing today cause limbus update >.<

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It’s been less than a week since I made this blog thank you so much to everyone who liked my silly little drabbles I hope you all continue to enjoy them :3

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A new friend for the doctor’s?

I know I mostly do x reader stuff but these headcanons were so cute I just had to write something out for them :3

A quick knock could be heard at the door before the sounds of of footsteps running in the opposite direction started. The doctors then cautiously opened their door’s to find a small brown box with holes in it. As they reached for the box light purring sounds could be heard before a small fluffy head peaked it’s way out of the top of its box.

Clef

* “Aww well hey there little buddy”

* Quickly scooped up the kitten and brung it inside

* The small animal is easily dwarfed in his large hands and he has to take extra caution to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt it

* Doesn’t question why the kitten was left at his door

* Feeds it leftovers and parts of whatever he makes for himself

* Doesn’t get a cat tree or toys, the cat sleeps with him and uses old items from around Clef’s apartment as toys and scratching posts

* Clef likes playing with the kitten and does his best to spend time with it when he’s not working

Bright

* Got excited at the thought of something interesting being inside of the box but alas it’s just a simple kitten

* “Well shit”

* Considered ignoring the animal and leaving it outside but it’s soft purrs convinced him to change his mind

* Wondered why anyone would think he would be the right person to take in this kitten

* He brung it inside and made a mental note to call some shelters in the morning

* The kitten however had different plans as it spent the rest of the night following Jack around his home and cuddling up next to him whenever he sat

* He couldn’t keep this animal surely though right?

* Cats don’t live long and he wasn’t wasn’t sure if he could bare another inevitable loss

* …But it certainly would be nice to have some companionship again even if it was just for a little while to him

* The next morning he would be seen buying a cat bed and cat food

* The cat stayed comfortably spoiled in his home, getting whatever it desired

Gears

* Didn’t take any interest in the kitten and quickly shut the door

* Doesn’t question why the kitten was left at his door

* …It seemed the small animal had snuck it’s way in however

* He decided to let the kitten roam around his home while he worked

* Ignores it most of the time but allows it to live with him as the kitten makes itself useful by catching rodents around the house

* The cat’s diet mainly consists of its kills and whatever Gears leaves out for it

* It also likes to sit on Gear’s lap as the man sits stiff as a statue

* Most of the site staff didn’t take note of Gear’s new friend… until a picture made it’s way around the office with the cat curled around Gear’s shoulder’s like a scarf

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Alright gonna try to get some headcanons or drabbles out for Bright, Clef, and Gears finding an abandoned kitten outside their doors and Heathcliff, Don, and Yi Sang finding an abandoned puppy in the city, probably today or the day after if I’m not too busy.

Also maybe Dante x Faust angst afterwards then a drabble for whichever sinner wins the poll.