#Anton (OC)

[tiny-wyrms]

cozy ⭐️🌌💫

[whumpy-wyrms]

i drew me and Anton hanging out together like we’re the bestest of friends :3 yeah he experiments on me sometimes so what that’s completely normal!!!

[moderndaymadscientist]

hello tumblr *throws this at you and runs away*

[comfy-pink-666]

What if Doug and Piper had a fanchild

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Ruaridh couldn't ignore it, even if they tried.

An incessant thumping lulled them out from slumber, a repetitive, painful hang against their head like a hammer. The source came from right above them, as usual. Having two heartbeats around them got annoying with time, but they were able to repress their instincts, and from then they had thought that it wouldn't bother them anymore. But, alas, they were wrong.

Being in the dark made it all the more worse. Able to focus on nothing but the heartbeat of their new friend — or, at least, that's what Ruaridh assumed; they couldn't be certain whether he or their saviour were friends or foes just yet — made it all the more difficult to repress the thought of shutting it up themself. And they couldn't hold it back for long.

On one hand, they knew it'd be a bad decision to even move a muscle; they begged their body to remain still, pressing their pillow firmly against their ear in the hopes the noise will subdue. But on the other, Derwyn's words echoed in their mind: "If you hear something you don't like, you get rid of it. Understood?"

And Ruaridh did understand, they really did. They knew for a fact that this noise irritated them, and they didn't like it — fuck, they hated it. It was like a constant headache, and Ruaridh would do anything to relieve the pain.

So they made up their mind. Their body felt like it was on autopilot; they couldn't exactly control their movements, only able to observe what little they could see in the dark. Snaking out of bed, perching up on the railing of the top bunk and lowering their head so their horns don't bang into the ceiling.

There he was; they didn't remember his name, but from what little conversation they could recall their saviour introducing them to him, his name began with a "D". He looked so oblivious peaceful, pristine wings sprawled out over the railing of the bed, hanging down the ladder as he slept. Tired eyes closed and relaxed, loosely clutching some sort of creature in his arms. It looked to be some sort of duck? It was unnaturally big, and fluffy, and it wasn't moving or breathing, and had no heartbeat. Why would he sleep with a big, dead duck in his arms?

They cleared the thought from their mind, a clawed hand reaching out to turn him over onto his back as carefully as possible. There were no signs of him waking up, so Ruaridh proceeded.

They couldn't help but feel bad at the prospect of ruining the lovely jumper he wore; it looked extremely comfortable. But they couldn't stop themself from snaking one hand around his neck to hold him down, the other pressing right over his heart and digging and digging and sinking their claws into—

A scream knocked them out of whatever state they were in, and they drew back and slipped from the railing, landing on their back with a loud thump. Beads of blood coated their claws, and his new friend — and what would've been their meal if he were to stay asleep, no doubt — shot up in bed.

"What the fuck?!"

Ruaridh stammered for words, but none would come out; they wanted to apologize, to plead that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't control themself and that they were so, so fucking sorry. But it seemed as though he wasn't keen on listening, as when they tried to come closer, he shielded his wounded body with his wings, a frightened yelp sounding in the darkness.

"Don't— Don't fucking touch me—"

And sure, this was probably said in the heat of the moment — their friend was, most likely, distressed and in pain, and he had every right to not want them close to him — but Ruaridh suppressed a flinch, lowering themself from the ladder again.

They tried to explain themself. "I'm sorry, I really am, I just didn't— I forgot that you weren't—"

But Ruaridh paused, hearing the faint sound of footsteps thumping down the winding staircase they'd been led down with the promise of a warm meal and a bath not even a day ago.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Ruaridh knew hiding in the bathroom would just be stalling the inevitable, but they couldn't stop themself from dashing into that small, sterile room.

(TLLR and any other character mentioned belongs to @whumpy-wyrms!! only Ruaridh is mine ;3)

[evil-scientist-anton]

it’s me 🧪🐁

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[alice-the-demon]

Pizza Universe (Pizza Tower x Steven Universe)

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

I will forever and always mourn the fact that we never got to see the shenanigans of Wash and the Reds with the Feds especially these specific reds like my god

So to fill the gap in my heart, i’ve decided to do my own shenanigans with them! Because they deserve it!! I want them to cause problems! Ok and its an excuse to have them interact with my silly little fed ocs i can confess that much

[chrissy-dont-talk]

IT’S CUFFIN SEASON—

[agent-gladhand]

Shop Update!

*crawling out from my Hobbit hole* Good time of day to you all, I arise once more to create goods...

SHOP PREORDERS - SATURDAY AUGUST 3RD @ 12PM EST

Behold, an assortment of silly people and items!!!

I've been itching to do some more standees so enjoy the avalanche of them! Also some fun little submas themed pudding cup toys, these have limited stock so grab them while they're around. Anton, my funny little buddy, will likely be a limited run and may not return for another set of preorders in the future unless he does really well, so if you want my little guy, be sure to pick him up!

Production Updates

Submas lanyards should be finishing up production soon!

The pokefish shaker shipped to me not too long ago and I've sent out solo orders! The extras will go up with the preorders this weekend, here's a photo I took (forgive the blur, ghost are haunting and degrading my phone camera).

Production is finished on the submas minky buttons and should be shipping out to me soon, here's a look at the rosy little guys!

And lastly, I've got the Ruina stickerbook in production for a 2nd test prototype! Figured out a bit ago where adjustments were needed + adding a little something to the design. Really looking forward to this one! :D

That should be it for right now! Now excuse me while I attempt to fit some more art fights in before the season ends (I'm very behind but I shall try to get some in), see you Saturdayyyyyy!

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[tiny-wyrms]

They would have loved this. You never got to show them.

(scene from so small)

[whumpy-wyrms]

i dunno what possessed me to draw this

[moderndaymadscientist]

what kind of physical changes did the parasitic virus cause in your new oc? also do they have a name yet?

OKAOOKAY OKAY I HAVE THOUGHT ABOHT THIS A LOT THANKYOU FOR ASKING EHEEEHWGHD

okay so over the course of the transformation there were three main stages

first, the more subtle and ‘minor’ changes as the virus was just starting to take effect. then, the most notable and painful changes. Last, the longest and most ‘final’ changes, each taking place over a certain amount of time

so in terms of the minor changes, the biggest ones are

Gradual change in eye colour, slowly from a brown to being more purple-tinted

development of painful, acne-like spots on the face and back, scarring over in a similar colour to the eyes

Development of a sort of light sensitivity, as well as slightly improved vision in the dark

and a few other smaller ones, like somewhat tougher nails, faster hair growth, mostly things that wouldn’t really be easily noticed unless specifically looking for them

then in terms of the more major changes, the biggest ones would be

Tooth loss/regrowth, highly painful and also just kinda annoying to deal with.and also horrifying to just wake up and whoops no more teeth oh oops no lots of teeth 👍

brain atrophy/replacement in that. The virus has a fun little thing where it kills off a host’s basic functions, and fulfilling the role itself in a way that the host stays alive, but would be unable to remove the parasite without losing the ability to walk, sleep, breathe, etc. :] fun :]

less a very notable physical thing but still really important, the killing off/taking over of a host’s immune system. So this would allow the virus further control over the host’s body, as well as give it more resources to work with as it’s not having to deal with the body’s immune functions trying to get rid of it

this above also has a fun little result due to the strengthened control over the body, in that it’s able to effectively “control” a host through influencing their emotional state. Now it’s not true mind control, as it’s not like the host is a complete puppet, but it can be used to influence their actions and perception through emotion

and the final changes take place over a longer period of time, and though they’re not the ‘biggest’ or most notable things, they’re mostly things that take the longest time or further changes on things that have already been changed. Some of the bigger ones would be

Minor bone structure changes, not really physically noticeable, but necessary to accommodate anatomical changes

altered digestive system, more resilient to foodborne illnesses and tougher “foods” to accommodate for cravings caused as a side effect to other ‘symptoms’

more vibrant eye colour, as well as better vision in the dark. Still sensitive to light, though.

and a few more minor things as well, similar to the first changes.

Uhh uh yeag that’s pretty much it 👍

[comfy-pink-666]

Just let it be known they don't like each other

(I made silly head icon things cause why not)

[kirin-jindosh]

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Audio is from that one episode of The Good Place. It's always made me think of Amelia and Anton and I wanted to make it into a short comic-thingy. Happy New Year <3 have some familial trauma.