#Al (sona)

[twistcmyk]

[spicy-apple-pie]

DC I'm begging please bring back Damian's friends PLEASE

Commission Info / Kofi

[ninjaart-fan]

In my Headcanon the guys give the perfect clothes (in this case Pijamas) because they know that she is broke as hell...also because they like to see her wearing them

[pancake-moth]

random things im just tossing here because they’re unfinished or i dont like them. yall seem to like even my least favorite art so its better not to just put them to the side

[skunkes]

I have to imagine something to this effect has been asked before, but how’d u come up w the name Smunker?

i dont like giving fursonas names because it took me forever to pick my nickname Cheye as a name for myself bc nothing else fit, I don't often like any other names for myself. And refering to a sona as self would be embarrassing considering I self ship with ocs.

So my sonas all have funny names like Skunker, Quacker, or no names at all, etc.

A few yrs ago this image was posted in a subreddit I was in and that was It

I think its funny ppl always send me this like no way...smunk..., bc this is literally the origin of me calling him smunker LOL

[geikurre]

hehe some selfship art! Pls don’t call me cringe

[sleep-nurse]

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hkbizniunuiniun i hope i didnt get the designs wrong hinhubuzb😭

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[renata-dp]

(inserte goku cantando "mi niña bonita, mi dulce princesa, me siento en las nubes cuando tu me besas")

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 4, housing arrangements suck

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Hello hello everyone who's been reading this series!! Part 4 is here! I hope you enjoy the series as much as I do!

Characters may be a bit ooc in this but this also includes some personal headcanons about Kalim and some stuff that'll be resolved in the next chapters

Some more spoilers from ch.4 so be aware

Again, can be read as x reader but I have been mentioning my prefect's name more in this chapter so be aware of that.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tw: injuries, absolutely abysmal and disgusting living situation, Crowley being a bad headmage

1.6+k words

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Have I ever told you your hair looked pretty the way you wear it? The way you tie that beaten up black bandana around your dark hair that only barely differs in colour enough to differentiate? The blue in it makes it easier perhaps, but it's a recent change, from what I'd seen. Has the headmage decided to pay for a visit to the local hairdresser? I can't help but think you look nice, though your messy hair from before had its charm.

I digress. Your hair is not why I'm writing this, though I could go on about yours. I wanted to apologize to you. I want you to know that I regret nothing more than treating you the way I did. I took advantage of the way it seemed you could look only me in the eyes when speaking to someone. I betrayed Kalim. But that didn't hurt me as much as it did to betray you.

I found one of them, your letters. I wonder how many more there are. I wonder if any of them describe how much I'd hurt you. When I read it my heart ached and cracked and broke. It bled. I wish I'd known sooner. I wish I'd known about the incident with Azul. I wish I hadn't turned your dream, your desert mirage into a walking nightmare.

No, that wouldn't do. It didn't feel right. It felt.. Jamil didn't know what it felt like. He crumpled this paper too, throwing it way towards a trash can. He'd set up in his room, ducking away from prying eyes. But no matter how many papers he wrote, nothing felt right, felt good. It just wouldn't compare to the words she'd written about him. For once in his life he was at a loss. He had no plan, he didn't know what to do.

To make matters worse a knock sounded. Kalim. He was asking for tea once Jamil was free, but really, Jamil needed a break. He sighed a frustrated sigh and opened the door. He told Kalim he'd make him the tea, not noticing he'd kicked a ball of paper into the hallway. The most recent letter he'd thrown away. Kalim noticed it only after Jamil had left it. Picked it up and read it too. Kalim was a lot of things, though he acted carefree, dense and yes, kind of stupid, he was observant. He knew people. He knew Jamil. And he knew who this letter was addressed to. Even if it has been weeks since then, almost a month even. Sure, Jamil had thrown this letter out, but it was something Jamil had been doing for those weeks. Shutting himself in his room for at least an hour and especially at night the light from there would keep burning. And Kalim had had enough. He decided to help.

And that he did. He took the letter and headed straight for Ramshackle. It was pouring rain on campus. Ramshackle wasn't much better, seeing as it was an old building. Heck, he'd met the prefect a while back and they looked exhausted and slightly injured.

Kalim knew the dorm needed renovations but.. when he got there it was worse than he expected. Sure some areas were fixed up but the stairs had holes and the roof leaked, judging by the bowls and buckets all over the floor. The old couch was a bit uncomfortable but it was better than the creaky floor. It was cold too, so much so that the prefect wore a jacket. But with a broken window, courtesy of some Savanaclaw students who had been ostracized and punished well enough by Leona according to the prefect, everyone would be cold. The prefect wrapped a blanket around kalim, seemingly the only nice one. The one from their room which they'd struggled to move down the stairs that were obviously breaking more and more under anyone's step, no matter how light.

The prefect, or, as he knew her better, Inky, had gotten injured fighting Jamil. A bandage around their arm indicated that. Their shirt had a sleeve lifted to accommodate. One of the snakes in Jamil's hair had bitten her there, ripping out a bit of skin. But that was the only injury she'd really gotten. The other bandages and bandaids were from the poor condition of their living quarters. She twisted her ankle going up stairs as one of the boards gave way, the floorboards made her trip and bruise, the large shards of the broken window had cut her hands. And still Crowley was running this girl dry. He'd talk to Crowley afterwards. He finished drying his hair off with one of the few nice towels the prefect did have. he'd gotten it before the blanket.

No more time should be wasted. He spoke. "Jamil is upset. Stressed. He shuts himself in his room for an hour at least almost every day. His light burns into the night. I wanted to know what he's doing. I found this in the hallway and it's.. addressed to you as far as I know. I don't think he wanted you to see this. But if he keeps this up he'll never say what he wants." Kalim was worried. More than. The prefect skimmed the letter. She sighed, her lips pressing together. She should tell Kalim.. and she did. Because her letters couldn't stay hidden anymore. Jamil mentioned them in his writing.

"I write letters to Jamil about my encounters or thoughts of him. I didn't think he knew. But I must've dropped the one I was writing at the time in Scarabia.", she explained, her gaze pointed at the letter in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes now as she continued, her voice breaking as she spoke as steady as she could,

"I miss him. I thought he hated me. I'm.. I'm not good at reading people. I can't look people in the eyes but it was so easy with him. I'm scared to try again. But- But I want to. I've just been.. far too busy. The storm that's been plaguing the island has been causing trouble. The other students have been causing trouble. Everything is loud all the time and I can't take it..! I want to see Jamil. But I can't. I have too much to do. This dorm is falling apart. Someone needs to fix it and Crowley sure as hell isn't doing it. I can't leave here right now."

Kalim nodded his white haired head. He sighed. This was harder than he thought. So Jamil wants to apologize but cannot bring himself to do it in person in fear of Inky being.. scared of him. And Inky.. is way too busy to do much of anything and the storm outside is destroying the old dorm she lives in. No wonder she's hardly been seen, she's constantly repairing her home here. And she could barely keep up much of anything. Everything costs way too much for the little amount of money she gets.

That was an hour ago. Kalim was sitting in the common room, drying off and being oddly quiet. He was thinking. He should.. oh.. he doesn't know what he should do. He should tell Jamil though. Tell Jamil the prefect wants to see him again, but is struggling to make time for anything. When he passed Kalim, the latter called out to him.

"Jamil..! I visited Inky..! Apparently she's really busy.. and she looked hurt all over! I'm worried about her..!" He said in a slightly overdramatic tone. Jamil's face held a look of concern, genuine worry even for only a split second.

"What's happened to the prefect? Why were you visiting her in this storm anyway?", the long haired desert dweller asked.

"Well..! We haven't heard from her at all and I got worried..! You won't believe the condition she's living in, it's terrible Jamil..! She's freezing because of broken windows and the creaky floor is made of tripping hazards..! She almost fell so many times..! And the stairs too, they're so old they have holes and they almost break when anything with any weight lands on it..! The roof is leaking too! It's terrible Jamil!" Kalim had to take a short breather after that. There was no way he could keep talking out of breath. Even all that was enough to send dread to the pit of Jamil's stomach. Was it really that terrible in ramshackle?

"Their roof is leaking too! They can barely keep up with replacing the buckets and bowls and her ankle twisted funny the other day..! She looked so tired.. I want to cheer her up.. but I don't know what to do..! Even I can tell how unsafe it is in there..!"

Now that had Jamil actually shocked. The prefect had been living in that the whole time? How could anyone even- he couldn't believe it. His mouth spoke before his head could react. "Put her up in Scarabia. Get her to stay here-"

And that was what Kalim was hoping for. He may not be good in school or anything like that and rely on Jamil a lot. But. He could think for himself. He could make his own plan. And he did. And it worked.

"You know what Jamil? That's a great idea! I should have my parents donate some money to renovate Ramshackle.. can you tell the principal to tell the prefect?"

Who would've thought Kalim would manipulate someone, and so well too. Not that it was big. But it went very well. Jamil didn't protest. He left. He went to go see the headmage to tell him what happened. What would happen. And while he did that Kalim called his parents. He told them the same thing. Told them about the living condition of the prefect. Ramshackle would most definitely get renovated, even if it would take quite some time. Funds were no issue after all.

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[a1sart]

I thought Peter Spankoffski would make a fantastic spider-man and then I went insane <3 the stripes are meant to look like suspenders and his glasses sit on top of his mask bc I think that's funny. He's got elbow patches and shoulder pads and the black chest part of his suit is supposed to look like a tie!!

also I imagine that his powers come from Webby, hence the white spider on his chest <3 does that make sense with any canon lore about Webby? I have no idea I haven't seen nightmare time and I only watched black friday once <3

[horsegamesins-old]

More art more art more art

I got lazy with the background (again), and I might touch this up in the morning but ffs I need to sleep it's 3am

[altitudeofalcatraz]

Took a small break from the requests to draw myself some rainworldsonas-! couldn’t decide whether to make an iteratorsona or slugsona so i just did both  ☆ both of them have vague lore ideas attached right now, but i plan to flesh both stories out more as i go along, yes yes

[small-berry-buns]

It’s them I guess lol the way I simp for this man and his boyfriend 😩🙏✨

[miahead]

HEY GUYZ FIRST POST ON TUMBLR! I've had tumblr for years but i never thought to actually use it

HI IM ODDISH!!

she/her

irish🇮🇪

💌i primarily draw, write and occasionally animate and/or embroider! I'm trying to write a novel/arg/webcomic (?) called outcasts which is what this and many other of my accounts will centre around!

💌fandoms/interests: undertale, jekyll and hyde, gothic lit as a whole lol, weird al yankovic, superjail, reanimator, little nightmares, etc.

💌music: weird al yankovic, oingo boingo, lemon demon, toby fox, tally hall, etc.

WHERE ELSE 2 FIND ME:

vanillaflavouroddish on toyhouse

oddishtheodd on artfight

oddishdoodles on instagram

[radio-to-trenchcoat-demons]

WARNING!! THIS PAGE GOT FUCKING INFECTED WITH SCOTT PILGRIM!!

me bc i was bored and like yeeeg

and den we hav a playlist

[8-bitbrainrot]

personal art time 💥💥💥

these are my silly ocs they're stuck in a point and click game the poor souls

THIS GUY DOESN'T BELONG TO ME !!! my pal commissioned me for a ref and icon of their crusty dead guy i loved drawing him so much

and then these are just sona drawings 👍

oh yeah a random doodle from when i was watching the weird al show