Delicious art style. Delicious attitude. Delicious sense of freedom and expression. Delicious humor. Delicious rarepairs.
Delicious comments in my tags about childhood wonderment and emotion that I think about every day without fail and revisit frequently because they make my week better.
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GUGH,, trying so hard to formulate a coherent sentence here because my mind is complete giddy brain soup. The joys.. butAGCK!!!! Vague hand motions, I am very very happy thank you soso much! ! I've been trying be more raw with my emotions in like day to day and with my art, and being as indulgent and unfiltered as I can manage and hearing its enjoyed is! Eek! Runs away! (Positively!) Especially with my tags,, elated to know you look at them often! It means a lot to me because YOUR art means a lot to me!! Both in style and meaning and overall just. The filling and the crust does that make any sense at all! It makes me feel a lot!!! I think im rambling a little um um EEK thankYEW! I appreciate you and this sos much! All the same back to YOUâ FOR REALLY!!!!ððððð
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Cheeaâºïžâºïž I apologize for the interruption, but I saw in your recent posts that youâll be graduating soon. I wanted to congratulate you, so I drew this picture. I hope itâs not too late to send this to you and that it doesnât trouble you. Additionally, I wasnât sure about your major, so I used just the white gown for the bachelorâs attire (I hope this doesnât offend you). ðððAnyway, Iâm glad to have met you and experienced the games youâve created. ð¥°ð¥°Congratulations on your graduation, and I wish you all the best!ððð
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Hello! If you are still open to requests, could you self aware dorm leaders reacting to seeing player holding a baby? (The baby would belong to a friend or sibling and player is just snuggling them for a bit). Up to you if the dorm leaders know that the baby does not belong to player or not. Love your writing!!
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Riddle Rosehearts
- *chokes on tea*
- Oh look, you're holding a baby.
- WHOSE BABY????
- Somehow has the "no thoughts, head empty" face despite having A LOT of thoughts.
- He looks normal on the screen, so you won't notice anything btw
- Would wait until he finds out whose baby is that. Once finds out he is calm again.
- Would wonder why are you looking after them, but overall is pretty chill
- Might even blush a bit, imagining how you two in the future could maybe have a family (adopted or birth doesn't matter)
- But until he sees that someone takes away the baby, would fr think it's yours.
- Might even sneak in one or two lines/facts about babies. Basically that he is a great babysitter and etc.
- Would be a bit angry at the parents. You had hard time playing twst because of their baby! Even if you care about this baby, Riddle would still be kinda upset about the fact that your "together" time was interrupted. And all because of some "bad" parents (his words not mine)
"It is their child, why would they make THE OVERSEER look after the said child? Unacceptable, they're bad parents ð"
Leona Kingscgolar
- ð§ââïž
- Our boy has bluescreened
- Who is this baby? Whose this baby? Why are you with this child?
- As we all know, Leona doesn't like kids (Cheka is the proof)
- I don't think he would think it's yours? I mean, I'm pretty sure you two won't visually look like each other, so Leona would be able to tell that it's not yours
- Tbh would be annoyed that your time was interrupted by the kid
- Might even growl a bit more than usual.
- Would be relieved when parents of said child would take it away. Finally some peace for both of you
-..why does he look grumpier than usual? Uhh, his sprite is normal, as alwayssssss.... It's probably just your eyes ehe ð€·ð
"Hm? Oh the kid left. Finally some peace and quiet. Now we are finally alone, and I can watch you without anyone interrupting us"
Azul Ashengrotto
- ð§ââïž 2.0
- He is flabbergasted okay?
- Another one who bluescreened.
- After getting out of shock, would wonder whose child is that, until seeing its features.
- Would consider the possibility of it being your adopted child. Doesn't mind taking it under his wing, or should I say tentacle?
- I mean, he has a step father, who took HIM under his "wing", so Azul won't mind that.
- Would blush at the thought of you two starting/being a family.
- Aww, you and the kid are so cute. You're very good at taking care of kids. You're definitely the best.
- After finding out it isn't your child, for some reason feels kinda sad????? He doesn't even know why, just strangely sad????
- Wouldn't mind making one or adopting a kid.
- His sprite seems...happier than usual? He smiles a bit more brightly at the idea of your two's future dw. If you don't have keen eyes/aren't observant, you won't even notice anything!
" Oh darling, our perfect future awaits us soon! I just need to make sure that once you're here, with us, I get to you first. Please don't be mad at me, I'm doing it for the better"
Kalim Al-Asim
- AWWWWWWW
- So cute!
- is it yours? Is it a boy or a girl???
- Another one who would think of your future family.
- This guy over here has TONS of siblings, and he loves them all
- So it's safe to assume that he knows how to play with kids (and maybe even how to take care of them!...maybe) (Kids are pobably on Jamil, Najma or other servants of Asim household).
- Overjoyed tbh
- Thinks the kid looks very cute.
- Ngl was also a bit angry like: Who did you make this child with-? And then he is like: Oh wait you could've adopted them
- However, idea of it being someone else's child never crosses his mind.
- Not until he sees it is being taken away and you talking with it's parents
- His sprite looks completely normal...but Jamil's on the other hand...why does his sprite has a shadow over his eyes..he isn't planning something isn't he?
" Let's create our own family! Huh? Why are you scared? I won't hurt you!....much unless you stop resisting me "
Vil Schoenheit
- Would be shocked a bit.
- Not because you're holding a baby, but because THIS BABY IS MESSING WITH YOUR APPEARANCE *clenches teeth*
- He doesn't care whose baby is that, but this baby is just very messy.
- I mean, if it's yours...it will be alright to make your.. lover? Husband?! Or...no let's not think about it.. fall asleep
- Magic is useful after all
- After finding out that this baby isn't your he is gonna clench his teeth even more/further.
- How dare this people make this child mess with your appearance?
- His sprite looks angry
" This potatoes...rotten potatoes don't know where their place is huh.. Well, it's nothing I can't do. But I will get them later, for now, I will give you a few lines about the importance of your appearance. "
Idia Shroud
- ðð€·ðð§ââïž
- â¬ââ¬ã(ಠ_ಠã)
- *I sleep*
- Doesn't know how to react
- Bluescreens for a second and then...
- *hair turns red*
- WHOSE CHILD IS THIS????
- How dare someone make you look after some child when you could've played with him?? Or if it's your child then who made a kid with you?!!!??
- Is angry. Very
- He is gonna act as if they killed his minecraft cat.
- You're gonna be shocked to see his usually sprite turn red. Heh
- Will turn normal again soon, but would have his angry face on him still.
- Will not turn back to his neutral expression until the family of this child will leave.
" How dare this pests take away our time like this. Ah.. their child is so annoying, The overseer almost dropped their phone because of them âžšâº_â¿âž© "
Malleus Draconia
- Huh
- The overseer has a child?
- THE OVERSEER HAS A CHILD?
- Chaos endures.
- The whole Diasomnia dorm is on fire, has tsunami and a storm inside.
- All faes are not sure what to do with this information.
- After looking at the child further, got that it wasn't yours.
- Diasomnia is finally calm
-..more like calm before storm
- AH THE OVERSEER IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON! THEY ARE LOOKING OVER RANDOM KIDS!
- You've gained even more affection from the whole Briar Valley/Valley of Thorns now.
- They worshipped and loved you a lot?
- Well, now even more.
- When the child is taken away, they are a bit sad. Fae steal children you know?
- But seeing your calm face they were fine.
- Another one who would think of starting a family with you. I mean, he wants to marry you, and would need a heir..
- And now everyone is sure you would be a great parent. They knew you were perfect, but seeing you being perfect/your perfection in action just pushes their obsession and worship even further
- His sprite looks unusually happy... he literally glows with happiness- wait isn't Azul is the only bioluminescent one?
" Ah, our happily ever after will start soon. I just need to get you here. You are so nice for looking after that child. I knew you were perfect and will be a great parent, but now I am even more sure *chuckles* "
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I love your Alfred Molina characters art so much ððð
bless you anon, i'm very humbled ððð have some henry drummond sketch
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Black Hole Sun copypasta pleaseð
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disguises no âš one ð¬ knows ðð€ Hides ð the face ð§ Lies ð€¥ð the snake ð And the sun â± in ð· my ðð»ââïž disgrace Boiling ð¬ heat ð³ Summer ð€ stench Neath the black, ð€ the sky ð€¡ looks ðð dead â Call ð my ð name ð Through ð the cream ð§Žð§Žð And I'll ðâðððð¿ð hear ð you ð scream ð± again ð¬ Black ð€ hole â³ sun âïž Won't ð you ðŽ come ðŠð And wash 𧌠away ð€ the rain? â Black â« hole â³ sun ð© Won't ðªð you ð¶ come ðœðŠ Won't ðŠðŠðŠðŠð you ð come ð€£ Won't ðªð you ð come ðŠ Stuttering Cold â and damp Steal ðð¿ââïžðš the warm ððŠð wind, ð tired ð© friend ð€ð¯ Times ð are gone ðš For ðð honest ð³ men ð¯ââ Sometimes, âš far ð too ð long â for ðð snakes ð In ð my ððµð shoes ð Walking ð¶ðŒââïž sleep ð In ð my ð youth, I ð pray ð€² to keep ð£ Heaven ðð«ðŠ send ð©ð¬ð® Hell ðð away ð No ðš one ð sings ðŠ like âïž you ððŒ anymore ð¥ Black ð€ hole ð sun ð© Won't ðŠðŠðŠðŠð you ðŽð£ð§ come ð And wash 𧌠away ðð the rain? ð§ Black ð€ hole ð€« sun ð Won't ð you ð come ðœ Won't ðªðª you ð¯ð come ðŠð
ð© Black ð€ hole ð³ sun ð Won't ð« you ð¯ come ð· And wash 𧌠away ð the rain? â± Black â« hole ðŠ« sun â Won't ð you ððŒ come ð Won't ðŠðŠðŠðŠð you ð come ðŠ (Black ð€ hole ð³ sun, ð¥ black ð€ hole ðð€¡ð sun) âïž Won't ðªðª you ð come 𧞠(Black ð€ hole ðð€¡ð sun, ð black ð€ hole ð€« sun) ð Won't ð« you ðð€ come ð (Black ð€ hole ð€« sun, ð€ black ð€ hole ðð€¡ð sun) ð© Won't ð you ð come? ð (Black ð€ hole ð³ sun, âïž black ⬠hole â³ sun) âïž Hang ð my ð head ððð Drown ðð§ââïžð my ððð€ fear ð± Till ð you ðð»ââïž all ð¯ðº just ðð disappear Black ⬠hole ðð€¡ð sun â
Won't ðªðª you ð come ð· And wash 𧌠away ð the rain? â Black âŒïž hole ð€« sun ð Won't ðªð you ð¥ come ð€£ Won't ð you ð come ðŠð Black ⬠hole ð€« sun ð Won't ᅵᅵ you ð come ð And wash 𧌠away ð€ the rain? ð§ Black â« hole ð€« sun â Won't ðð you ð come ð€£ Won't ð you ð come ððŠ (Black ð€ hole ð€« sun, â± black ⬠hole ð sun) ðŠ Won't ð§ðð you ððâš come ðœðŠ (Black â« hole ð sun, ð black ð€ hole ððŒððŒ sun) ðŠ Won't ðŠðŠðŠðŠð you ðð come ð¶ââïžðââïž (Black ð€ hole ðð€¡ð sun, â± black â« hole ððŒððŒ sun) âïž Won't ð§ðð you ð come ðŠ (Black ⬠hole â³ sun, ð black ð€ hole ð sun) ð
Won't ð you ðŠ come ðŠð§ (Black â« hole ðð€¡ð sun, ð black ð€ hole ðð€¡ð sun) âïž Won't ð« you ð come ð· (Black ⬠hole â³ sun, ð» black ⬠hole ððŒððŒ sun) â Won't ð« you ð come ðŠð Won't ð you ð€ come ðº
Oh boy why are there so many snakes
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Doodle idea maybe?
But first, YOUR KITANA AND MILEENA ART IS SO CUTE OMGGG MY HEART. THE CONFUSION OF THE OLDER SIBLINGS "Empress?" "Khan?" WHILE THE TWO YOUNGER ONES ARE HAVING THE TIME OF THEIR LIVES "Sister! ðð" "Sister? ð¥ºðð"
I ADORE IT SO MUCH!!!
But I have to ask, Sindel showdown? Maybe?? I know they met in game but MK 1 Sindel didn't get to meet MK 11 Kitana and Mileena. And um...we saw how the meeting with MK 11 Sindel went with MK 1 Kitana and Mileena BUT if it wasn't a fight to the death, how would it have gone down lol
Iâm so happy you liked how I drew them ð¥¹ð¥¹ Iâve been having lots of fun drawing them having in sweet/wholesome/funny interactions!
I tried to sketch this out on paper!! Sorry it took so long, this one really had me thinking and Iâm a little under the weather (Maybe Iâll draw this digitally one day ð)
MK11 Sindel meeting MK1 Mileena and Kitana â¬ïž
-and MK1 Sindel meeting MK11 Mileena and Kitana â¬ïž
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I'm really not trying to be rude but your "pure white skin with peach accent" shading looks like this really famous fat fetishist's coloring style.. you don't fetishize this stuff, right?
Also make them hairy sometimes just for the swag
Signed a fat girl ð
I dont view it as that way???? Also I dont know if I give off that vibeâ (wait do i?!) Iâm also not aware about âpure white skin with peach accentâ as a âfamous fat fetishists coloring styleâ ??? That its a thing?????? ðIâm genuinely sorry Iâm not aware about this :( I just color by how Iâve always been because I love blushes and it makes my work look soft as I intend to
In regards to hair, I think once I learn to approach it. I dont feel confident enough to incorporate it to my style yet since iâm not knowledgeable about it, even to this day drawing chubby scratches my head because sometimes or most times there are little to no references to the specific areas of the body that scratches my brain. I also use bunch of online and self references in poses and such instead and just hope for the best-?!
I might come off as a hypocrite if I post something next because I did a sketch in suggestive pose⊠I did start to draw her because of a specific commission that honestly pushed me to explore this body type that I eventually enjoyed drawing. Also I find it weird that when a ânormalâ character is posed something suggestive its just a drawing but when added a bit weight it becomes a âfetishâ ????
Am I dense- i really didnt view nor thought about this sideâŠ..?
Also its ok you dont come off as rude!!! These are just my genuine thoughts on the matter!
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Hi hello! Iâm back again loving your work and asking for a story ð¥¹ð.
I dont know why, but thereâs something in people at Nevermore (students and teachers) knowing and seeing them together being all sweet and cute not kissing or showing a lot of PDA necessarily that makes my heart flutter hahaha. So can you write something along those lines? Does that seem like something youâll enjoy writing?
Like they are on a date outside of the academy and they bump into students, or they are having a stroll, or a professional meeting. And everyone is like ðððð. They are kind of obvious to this. HAAAA ok there is no work count on this sorry for the long ass ask ð.
Thank you!
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Larissa Weems x OC -
Just a Hunch
Authors Note: I hope this is what you were looking for, @agirlwithtwodogs! It might be a different take! DM me if this isn't what you were hoping for.
"Dr. Rogers and Principal Weems are sitting a little close together don't you think?" Enid leaned near Wednesday to whisper her observation. Wednesday didn't seem to care at first, her eyes glued to her medieval torture methods book.
Enid had been working on an assignment for Dr. Rogers class, which required walking around the campus gardens. Much to her surprise, Wednesday had agreed to come with on the condition that she could read as they walked.
Wednesday glanced up from the titillating material so she could watch the two adults as well, assuming she would have a keener eye than Enid. The two women were certainly close.
"I think they may be an item." Enid smiled, wondering if this would be good content for her gossip blog.
Larissa tossed her head back with a laugh, placing a hand on Dr. Rogers arm. The doctor kept talking wildly, gesturing with her hands, obviously telling a story that Principal Weems found funny. She glanced up at the end of her story with a lovestruck smile as she watched Weems laugh.
"I concur. Dr. Rogers is working hard to make Weems laugh and Weems initiated physical contact." Wednesday stated the specifics of the conversation that she saw and then turned her attention back to the text.
"No, Wednesday. You have to look deeper than that! Do you see the way Weems keeps getting closer to Rogers? She is totally obsessed with her! Principal Weems is has Dr. Rogers gloves in her lap. Why would she be holding her gloves?"
Wednesday was impressed with her roommates detective skills, "Fine work. Do you think they are dating?"
It was hard to say. Enid kept walking, hoping they would go unnoticed by the teachers so she could continue observing. She was mildly disappointed when she and Wednesday began walking behind a row of bushes, Principal Weems and Dr. Rogers were completely out of sight.
Enid was craning her neck to try and get a better view. Finally, when the pair came back into view, she saw Dr. Rogers floating a hand above the ground, willing a small daisy from the earth. Plucking from the ground, Dr. Rogers handed it over to Principal Weems eliciting a shy smile from the headmistress.
"Oh, yes. They are definitely dating."
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Mera, i honestly dont know you put up and manage so many people asking you for stuff-
like today, ive only ever gotten one request (that i realised was a full on commission once i accepted) which i then spent atleast 3 HOURS on. not even to get paid T-T
so i just gotta say on behalf of the Mera crew, thank you so much for putting up with us and our shit.
Thanks I appreciate inte that. ðð
I hope they weren't rude, that you still had fun, and that you learned something from it on how you want to proceed going forward with people requesting things from you.
I dont think people who approach me are shit or anything, it can be a little rude or disrespectful at times, but I boil that down to a few people. It's not the majority. Most people are nice and behave like they would if this had been in person.
I like drawing things, and it helps me fill my day with something.
Sure, It can be a little hurtful when people take advantage of that by just throwing a request/ptompt at me like they're putting paper into a copy machine, without consideration or empathy for me and my time.
Some people come in with the energy of "since you have the time you should do things for me, you're nobody without my attention, and if you don't appease me I'll be upset and think you're a selfish bum." Which is, yknow, unpleasant to put it mildly.
Like, sure, I've put myself here. I post things online, and I like when people are interested in my work - who wouldn't be? I do think it's fun to take prompts. It gives me cause to be social and creative at the same time. But just because I'm willing and open for something doesn't mean it gives people an allowance to be entitled to demand things. They speak as though they have paid me enough with their approach alone.
Yes, I spend between 10min-5hours on pieces depending on if they're doodles, fully rendered pieces, or comics.
I think it is especially a bit entitled to go "I NEED PART TWO GIMME!!!!!!" Right after something like a comic, as though I didn't just finish something that took a while to make. It's not very empathetic.
But I don't take it to heart. People show who they are in their actions. I'm within my right to ignore, block, or politely decline. It doesn't serve me to sulk or get sad over people getting mad, calling me names, or get too pushy about what I should or shouldn't draw.
I understand its excitement, but please behave, yknow? You're not a toddler at the toy isle who hasn't developed a temperament resistance yet. Some people, I think, have an issue with instant gratification.
Have some respect in how you treat and speak with people online. The way you treat others reflects who you are.
If you wouldn't yell at someone irl to make you something, don't do it here either. I promise it doesn't reflect well on you, and I don't care that this is online and we are time zones apart; I will judge you. As will others.
You don't treat people like that.
And I won't let anyone treat me like that either. I've had enough of that in my life, and I'm tired of people calling me gullible and dumb for being polite and kind or giving people a benefit of doubt.
What I have is self-respect. It has taken me a lifetime to build it up, and I still wobble a little on whatever or not I can defend myself sometimes when people are mean. But nowadays, I can more confidently say, "You don't get to treat me like that. It hurts, and it is mean."
If you are the sort to take advantage of someone who is willing to do things for the fun of it, and who don't mind the effort it takes sometimes: then you are most unwelcome here and I host no guilt in removing you however I see fit.
But, like I said, the majority of people who approach me are friendly and level-headed, even when they're awkward or excited.
There is a difference between; "I need X so give me X!! Raarghargh Im going to die!!!" And "aaaa! I really enjoyed Z, if you have the time, I'd love to see more of Z!"
You know? <:T
Just food for thought I suppose.
I hope, though, that you keep doing right by yourself and don't let others discourage you.
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