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He has a knack for unsafe driving practices. I mean so do I but that’s besides the point.

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Petals In The Sink [TEST]

I’m teaching myself how to draw in a more cartoon-esque style because I want to make a mini series of comics based off of my OC Odessa (Red). However, since my forté lies in realism, I’m struggling a little lol. Not only do I struggle to replicate the style, it’s also not clicking for me lol.

I’m gonna keep practicing, but any help or tips would be awesome!!

Also let me know if yall would be interested in a mini comic series about my little OC gals origin story, and I’m totally down for collabs in that regard!

Yall are awesome, peace and love and all that!

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epic gamer moment

(I gotta say, I don’t love love it, but I’ve spent so long on it that atp I don’t really care 😙)

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hey yall! I know it’s been a few days, I’m still alive, I’m just super busy prepping for the summer, but I have some fanfic chapters to edit + a wip to post :)

Also my commissions are currently open! I’m trying to help pay for college and living stuff in general, I don’t currently have a set pay for anything, but just know that comms are open and help a shit ton :)

Yall are awesome! I’ll be back in a hot minute. !!!

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@smilingfr3ak My friend sent me this. Do you approve

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Red’s symbol thingy :)

my symbol!

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𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭

𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨

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Odessas Tunez

I finally did it and made her a freakin Spotify playlist <3

it’s such a wild ride and I’ll frequently update it :) this is a good source of getting random ass music recs !!!

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Awkward smiles :)

Forgort to post this art here ‼️🫶🏻

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Petals In The Sink

(Chapter One of Reds prequel series! Full of lore drops and drama galore!)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I turned seven the same way a match catches fire—fast, bright, and gone before I knew what to do with it.

The day started with sunlight so warm it made the cracked linoleum in our kitchen shine like it was pretending to be marble. I had a wiggly tooth and a birthday hat made of newspaper, folded by Mom’s shaking hands and colored in with lipstick and a green pen that was running out. She drew hearts on it. Wobbly ones. One of them looked like a kidney bean, but I didn’t tell her that. I just wore it proud, like I’d been knighted.

She made me pancakes, even though the box was almost empty. She mixed it with tap water and powdered creamer because we didn’t have milk. It still tasted like syrup and smiles. I sat on the counter with my knees tucked to my chest, watching her sway in her nightgown, barefoot, hair up in one of those loopy buns she only did when she was happy. She hummed something old, something that made the walls feel softer.

“There’s my little dragonfly,” she said, tipping her head back to beam at me, eyes tired but trying. “Seven years strong. You know what that means?”

I shook my head. “What?”

She flipped the pancake and caught it one-handed. Her wrists were thin. “It means you’re halfway to fourteen. And that means you’re halfway to bein’ trouble.”

I grinned. “I’m already trouble.”

She winked. “Don’t I know it.”

I had no idea that would be the last time we had pancakes together. No idea that the dress she put me in—blue with faded daisies and one missing button—would get packed away in a garbage bag two months later, tossed in the back of a state worker’s car like it didn’t matter. Like it didn’t smell like her perfume.

But that morning, everything felt like magic. My mom called me dragonfly because she said I was “small, fast, and hard to catch when I got ideas.” I didn’t know yet that dragonflies only live for a few weeks. I just liked the sound of it.

We didn’t have presents. She said maybe next week, if her check came through. I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I had her, and she was glowing today, like she’d convinced her sadness to take the day off.

We had a system—on birthdays, she let me pick a “wish walk.” We’d put on our best shoes (mine had talking soles and hers had a piece of gum stuck to the bottom from last summer) and just start walking. Wherever we went, it counted. Once we found a coin laundromat that still had free coffee. Once, we saw a man dancing in a trench coat and he gave me a plastic ring.

That day, we walked through the park with the rusted swings and the sandbox filled with cigarette butts. She let me climb the monkey bars even though my dress caught on the metal, tearing a little at the hem.

“This park used to have ducks,” she said, lighting a cigarette with one hand, her other wrapped loosely around my fingers. “Real ducks. Before someone shot at ’em.”

“Why’d they do that?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Some people don’t like things that are soft.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, but it stuck with me.

That night, I fell asleep to the sound of the sink dripping and the smell of her hair as she curled beside me in bed. She didn’t always sleep there. Most nights she was out, or on the couch, or pacing. But on my birthday, she made herself small beside me and whispered stories she made up as she went. Something about a girl with knives for eyes and a voice that made people forget their pain.

“You’re gonna be something,” she said into my hair. “Not like me. Something big.”

I didn’t know what she meant by that either. But I believed her.

The window above our mattress was cracked just enough to let in the hum of cars and the hush of wind. I remember trying to count how many birthdays I’d had. It didn’t seem like many. It didn’t seem like enough.

I didn’t know then that I’d spend the next one in a foster home with a woman who smelled like cough drops and never let me sit on the couch without asking. I didn’t know that the year after that, I’d run away. Or that five years after this, I’d stop counting birthdays altogether.

But on that night, with the sink still dripping and my mother’s arms around me, I thought seven felt like forever

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THE COORDINATOR (OC: @lel3n )

I decided to draw fanart of @lel3n ‘s OC Alice D’Angelo because I am just SO OBSESSED WITH HER DESIGN AND HER CHARACTER!

I did draw this on my phone, and it’s taken me like a WHILE to do, but im so happy with it, and I hope I captured her essence well

She really reminds me of an old Hollywood actress, IN THE BEST WAY.

I BREATHE FOR ALICE D’ANGELO LMAO 😔🙏🏻😩

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time will change you.

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WHY IS THE EYEDROPPER SO FUNNY LMAO

Woah mama I’m stuck in this orb

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FILE: [REDACTED] VAN ACKER

Alias: “Red”

Class: Blade

Designation: Field Operative – RED Team

Age at Dossier Update: 25

Clearance Code: 17-VAA-XI-444

Known Affiliations: None (pre-RED)

Status: Active, Watchlisted (LOW PRIORITY – UNSTABLE CLASS: CONDITIONAL)

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Name: Odessa Van Acker

• Codename: Red

• Date of Birth: [REDACTED, presumed 1940]

• Sex: Female

• Height: 5’7”

• Weight: 131 lbs

• Hair: Black – long, layered, side-parted curtain bangs

• Eyes: Grey-hazel – mild nystagmus under duress

• Blood Type: AB–

Distinguishing Features:

• Multiple birthmarks, especially along back and limbs

• Long surgical scar (left lateral torso, age 13) Salpingectomy.

• Mottled scar tissue (right shoulder/upper arm)

• Notably high pain threshold

• Ear piercings (self-administered, likely at 15–17)

✦ COMBAT PROFILE

Class Designation: Blade

Primary Specialty: Stealth, Close Quarters Elimination, Psychological Dismantling

Combat Role:

• Fast-response infiltration

• Silent takedowns (typically via dual knives)

• Espionage, message running, wet work

• Denial of enemy reinforcement (via decoy traps, terrain manipulation)

Weapon Preferences:

• Custom-forged dual blades – nicknamed “Ego” and “Mercy” (names not officially confirmed)

Throwing Knives strapped to a back holster.

• Holds one blade in teeth while dual-wielding with sidearm

• Exceptional with improvised weaponry

• Carries multiple hidden blades (boot, thigh, bra lining, hair)

✦ HISTORY & EXTRACTION

▸ Pre-Facility:

• Mother: Died of overdose, Odessa age 7

• Father: Unnamed; not listed on birth certificate

• State Custody: Yes – multiple homes, behavioral issues reported

• Street Period: Ages 10–12, unsupervised, survivalist tendencies developed

• “Recruited” into Gray Mann’s Facility X9 at age 12 under the guise of a youth reform initiative

▸ Facility X9 (Gray Mann’s Weaponization Division):

• Internally labeled: Subject V-A0924

• Surgical sterilization procedure performed at age 13 (Salpingectomy)

• Combat conditioning program lasted six years

• Psychological restructuring was partially rejected (subject retained independent will)

• Responsible for a full-blown containment breach at 18—bodies of nine personnel found; two missing, presumed dead

• Escaped successfully—survived unaided in urban zones for two years

▸ RED Program Contact:

• Located by Miss Pauling during interference with Mann Co. convoy in Santa Rosa, NM

• Offered trial employment as courier/errand runner under Administrator

• Refused full contract for 18 months

• Officially accepted permanent RED assignment on her 22nd birthday

✦ RED TEAM INTEGRATION

• Initial isolation period lasted 5.7 months

• Now shares consistent off-duty hours with:

• Scout (Jeremy Willis)

• Pyro (Olivia)

• Occasional interactions with Spy and Medic

• Allowed others to touch her starting around Month 8 (observed during mission triage)

• Sleeps in Scout’s quarters 68% of off nights (unofficial)

• Medic reports voluntary wound inspections as of Year 2 – major psychological shift

✦ PERSONNEL NOTES (PRIVATE – ADMINISTRATOR HANDWRITTEN)

“She’s a scalpel. Precise, cold, patient. Only cuts what she means to. Keep her close enough to use, but not to depend on.”

“Miss Pauling has a soft spot for her. That makes her dangerous. But also tethered.”

“She bleeds for them now. The boys. Especially him. Jeremy.”

“There’s a version of her that never escaped. I see it when she’s cleaning blood off her hands like she’s still in that lab”

✦ FINAL NOTES

Odessa Van Acker is no longer just a weapon. She is a former tool that has outlived its original purpose—and she knows it.

Her trauma is a cage, but her rage is not aimless. It is focused.

And now, for better or worse, she has people to fight for. That makes her lethal. That makes her loyal.

That makes her ours.

— A.

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Velvet Ring- Big Thief

the art account finally posts art!

IM SORRY I LOVE THEM. I don’t like how messy this is, but like, yk what it got me out of my little burnout moment!

please ignore the front hand I couldn’t make it look any less weird 😩‼️

I’m also working on making Scout look more, scout like.

Anyways! There ya go!

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WIP WEDNESDAY DUMP !!!

When I say work in progress I mean RED DOESNT EVEN HAVE A MOUTH YET.

However I didn’t want you guys to think I died. I’m gonna upload some one shots I’ve written, and am gonna continue drawding on this plane ride (why am I always on planes? Good question.)

Anyways here’s proof I’m still alive!

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my art and writing account :(has art and writing)

Also: (scout minifigure on planes)

HES SO SERENE HERE WTF