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Commissions Open!

Hello there, my commissions are now open :D

I will be taking 2 - 3 slots ^^

Here's the works that I can Do

✧ OCs / Fanarts

✧ Violence and Gore

✧ Ship art (Fluff)

✧ Everything that is not mentioned to the below, unless specified.

What works I can't do

✧ Anything NSFW

✧ Complex Mecha and Machines

✧ Realism

However, I may try to broaden my range ever so rarely, I'll accept commissions that I usually don't do.

And here are some of my samples!

Further details are in my carrd!

Here!

Please do DM if you're interested ^^

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Opening for the next season mayhaps?

Sky: COTL Adventure Pass Commission (Closed)

Hello! I'm looking for someone who can trade me an Adventure Pass / Season Pass for Season of Shattering in Sky!

More details will be mentioned under the cut^^

Please DM me if you're interested!

I'm willing to do full body and fully rendered art for a Pass!

What I can Do

✧ OCs / Fanarts

✧ Violence and Gore

✧ Ship art (Fluff)

✧ Everything that is not mentioned to the below, unless specified.

What works I can't do

✧ Anything NSFW

✧ Complex Mecha and Machines

✧ Realism

Here are some of my works for reference!!

Hope someone takes interest ^^

Thank you so much! This is now closed!!

Also I might possibly put up comms for iaps so maybe???

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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

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I'm putting together my old cosplay pics and stuff for answering an ask about Sun's mask, and it made me wonder but would you guys ever watch videos of How To Make tutorials for cosplay from me?

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—tomorrow is another day

ao3

so,, this is kinda a self indulgent fic after it stayed in my head rent free for days haha. congrats ur now an afton,,, ig. maybe for a limited time only with a dash of yk head injury. pardon me, i’m very rusty abt lore.

pls enjoy^^

ft. reader (crying child), a little michael afton.

tw. none

You open your eyes to find yourself lying on a strange bed in a room you don't recognize. The room is, well, plain. Look, you just woke up and can't muster the energy to describe what you're seeing right now. The bed feels soft and fluffy unlike the one you use. Nonetheless, it's too early for your own taste. You groan and turn beside you.

White eyes greet you across the bed and your heart leaps into your throat. You meet the creepy familiar bear's piercing stare. He lies beside you, his white eyes glowing in its black sclera. You look away, trying to shake off the unease that fills you.

You could almost imagine it talking to you, saying good morning . The thought of it makes you strangely giddy and happy.

Weird.

As you avoid the gaze at the familiar, yet eerie teddy bear, you can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in the otherwise unsettling room. The stillness of the space is palpable, yet somehow the teddy bear's presence brings a sense of calm to your tired mind.

You know this is not your room, and you should be panicking or be afraid, but the feeling is missing. You don't even know why. Instead, you let out a heavy, resigned sigh, as if you've accepted your fate, whatever it may be. The air is sweet, and the smell of pancakes fills your nostrils. You turn back to the other side of the bed to attempt to go back to sleep again. You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep. For a moment, you think that Michael is in a good mood before coming to a halt.

—Who's Michael?

Your heavy eyes suddenly snap open in fear before something reminds you that he's not a threat. (Michael is mean but Dad is meaner. Michael would never do what Dad does—no he won’t—) You release a shaky exhale  and you are suddenly more aware of the feeling of boogers in your eyes as you blink through the blurriness in waking up. God, your eyes feel puffy. Did you cry yourself to sleep again? You lick your lips and find your throat is parched. You need water.

Rising from the bed, you observe your surroundings. The top half of the walls, up to about waist height, is a clean white, while the bottom half is a darker, almost greyish tone. The room is dim due to the lack of windows and the absence of artificial light. Only a sliver of light seeps in from the crack of the ajar door (for some reason, it gives you a sense of relief that you aren't locked in again, wait— again?) giving you just the right amount of light to see the room. You don't like how it all seems familiar to you.

Toys are strewn about on the floor near the white closet. It's a child's room, you think, judging from the items that were scattered. Some of them were oddly all purple in color. Perhaps they liked purple since they had two purple drawers too. You looked at the other side of the wall facing the bed, where the closet door is slightly open.  You have a foreboding feeling that something is in the closet.

You were about to crawl off the bed when you noticed something felt off. You looked down to see what was supposed to be your limbs. They were… small.

What?

You sucked in a breath. A feeling of unease takes over and starts to rise through your throat. Your limbs suddenly feel strange, as if they don't belong to you. Your eyes quickly sweep across the room to find something . With clumsy movements, you get off the bed and trip twice before you can make it to the drawer, pulling the one at the very bottom. It's as if you know where everything is despite the fact that you're in a stranger's body.

(but is it really a stranger if you have a sense of who it belongs to?)

Finally, you manage to get a hold of a mirror that you got from Liz. (who's Liz?) You stare at your reflection, trying to make sense of what's going on. Your heart races in your chest, and you can feel sweat forming at your palms. With trembling hands, you raise the mirror to your face, trying to make out your features through the fear that's sweeping through you like a storm.

You stare at your reflection.

No. This can't be real.

As you stare into the mirror, the reflection that stares back is not your own, but rather that of a young boy with a black and white striped shirt with messy brown hair to pair with. His- yours? dark eyes are puffy and red from crying the night before, and his expression is one of panic.

It's familiar and yet unfamiliar. The face that you've only known vaguely behind a screen is now staring right at you in the face. You don't recognise it but the shirt and the room is more than enough to clue you in.

(you don't think about a maw of teeth that will eventually bite your head off-—)

You breathe, not noticing you haven't been breathing while looking at the mirror. Your eyes burn with a sudden familiarity as your vision blurs. Tears run down your cheeks like a crybaby that you are. Suddenly, a sob escapes your lips, and before you know it, you're in the midst of a full-blown meltdown, your cries echoing through the room with the mirror left forgotten on the floor.

You don't notice the closet door opening frantically and warm arms holding you close, whispering comforts and shushing you as you cry and sob, though you're not sure why.

(you hear Michael shushing you to keep it down before Dad hears it. you know you should stop crying but you can't. Dad hates it when you cry. Dad yells at you about a perfect family and Uncle Henry and you keep crying. that's why he locks you up in this room—)

You don't know.

(you know but you refuse to acknowledge it. )

You cry for the loss of your old body, for the boy who cried too much, for the girl who just wanted to play, for the boy who wanted to play as a pirate and all the children that's already gone and about to be gone because of your new father. A red Foxy mask is dropped in haste but you ignore it in favor of gripping — Michael's , your mind supplied— gray shirt tightly, not wanting to let go, aware that you may never get to hug him like this again if it goes the same way you think it is.

The stuffed bear on the bed looks at both of your figures, its eyes unblinking and unemotional as the darkness around you begins to deepen, and you find yourself slipping into a peaceful slumber.

Perhaps…

Tomorrow is another day.

[otakunyakumon]

It's your birthday isn't it?

Just a little doodle :D

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the lasting legacy of a learned habit

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I GOTTEM BOTH BITCHES. YOU TWO GAVE ME A HEADACHE IN CHOOSING.

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Hehe morgan doodles. This fic has been living in my head rent free. Sadly I can't do digital for now so take these trad ones.

Here's the link to the fic :D

I swear it's really really good. Please give it a read.

If my scribbling is eligible, here's what it says:

Top left corner:

"I had a funny thought where mor grabs them (the brothers but floyd more so) at the neck like a cat."

Middle:

*squinting*

Right:

Other's POV

"Oi. You dropped something."

Reality

"Uh, you dropped this."

A little extra on the bottom left corner like a convo between my oc and mor hehe :

"Don't tell me your world doesn't have Dixney?!?"

"What the heck is Dixney???"

2nd photo:

Top Right:

"Smiley boi"

Bottom:

"I headcanon mor is photogenic af"

"can u tell I like his hair down?"

Left:

"I made them look evil nooooooo... (It's because of math definitely)"

"Flowy hair!!"

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balls

impulsively drew my “””sky godparent””” @otakunyakumon ✨

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Saw Box's server and saw genderbent operators and MMMMMMHHMMM might do more 👀👀👀👀

Phantom Genderbent doodly sketch

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Hello tumblr, i am in fact no dead. Have a tighnari <333333

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Decided to sell some humanoid adopts for a flat price! I really loved making these so I hope they sell :D

$50 USD each (Paypal/GCash accepted)

#1 - OPEN | #2 - CLOSED | #3 - OPEN

✦ First come, first serve!

✦ Upon payment, you will receive the high quality unwatermarked version of the art.

✦ You will have full rights on your adopt but please credit me as the designer.

✦ If you want a colored bust shot of the adopt - +$50 USD

Just DM me if you're interested! Thank you!!

[otakunyakumon]

Opening this up again for SEASON OF AURORA.

Sky: COTL Adventure Pass Commission (Closed)

Hello! I'm looking for someone who can trade me an Adventure Pass / Season Pass for Season of Shattering in Sky!

More details will be mentioned under the cut^^

Please DM me if you're interested!

I'm willing to do full body and fully rendered art for a Pass!

What I can Do

✧ OCs / Fanarts

✧ Violence and Gore

✧ Ship art (Fluff)

✧ Everything that is not mentioned to the below, unless specified.

What works I can't do

✧ Anything NSFW

✧ Complex Mecha and Machines

✧ Realism

Here are some of my works for reference!!

Hope someone takes interest ^^

Thank you so much! This is now closed!!

Also I might possibly put up comms for iaps so maybe???

[otakunyakumon]

Would anyone like to adopt a shark I designed :D? Price: $35 DM to claim Payment via Paypal I'll send a link of the file in Google Drive or whatever you prefer. Via email or etc. [OPEN]

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Someone give me stupid twst memes and I'll draw it.