#I need to post my ref of her soon

[kagooleo]

halfway done with finals, so I colored some kris doodles + experimenting with colors too

[garlicrrow]

KAZ!!! and some guy WHO THE HELL IS THAT!!!!!!!!!

[the-vegetarian-artist]

Ope... been sitting in my drafts for 2 years (definitely didnt just spend 30 minutes looking for her in my tags... 🙃)

Character belongs to @slightlyresponsibledog

[bluisbeingstupid]

BAHHHHH *jumpscares you with dr kutsumi art dump*

warning: bright colors for second to last drawing

shes seen some shit

[arolesbianism]

I'm starting to see ppl talk abt updating their artfight pages and at first I was like what why it's still months away and then it hit me that by months it was two months and now I'm just silently sweating as my anual side project to remake the eternal gales refs and give them all icons comes back to haunt me

[spillyourgoats]

you guys ever wanna show the worst man you know your special interest?

[repulsiveliquidation]

Thorn in My Side || Jessie Fleming

warnings : mentions of injury and surgeries. insinuations of cheating and false accusations. angst. happy ending and smut will be in part two.

summary : you get injured, its Jessie's fault. or so you thought.

a/n : as i type this, i think i've figured out how to incorporate the smut! i'll get to writing as soon as this is posted! i'm not sure if it makes much sense, here's to hoping. enjoy.

“for your UCLA Bruins, number 21, Jessie Fleming!”

Jessie steps forward and smiles, waving to the flood of Bruins fans in the stands cheering them on. You clap with a scowl on your face, watching as the girls in the stands ogle and fawn over her. You’re admittedly jealous of her for reasons unbeknownst to you, but seeing the 5’5’ Canadian made your blood boil.

She was good on the football pitch and was smart to go along with it. Jessie had it all. Being called up for most of her time in school and playing for her national team made her well-known in the soccer world from the moment she was here in America.

She was ferocious on the grass, a fearless midfielder who put everything out there.

The game was a close one, tied at the half 2-2. There were lots of contact, tackles, and battles that made it clear to anyone watching that there was tension between you and Jessie. One always found the other; if one had the ball, the other wanted it.

You had possession, running towards goal. There was a flash of blue and you were on the ground yelling in pain, hands clutching at your ankle. There was a loud pop and your ankle began to swell. The trainers came over and were hauling you off on a stretcher almost immediately, the ref showing Jessie a yellow for the unsafe tackle. It wasn’t a red card because really you fell a little weird and her studs were nowhere near your ankle.

She looked genuinely sorry, taking your hand in hers as you were stretchered off. You were in too much pain to care, shoving her hand out of yours and your teammates pulling her away from you.

A broken ankle was what they said. It was a clean break but you needed surgery and that meant no more soccer for the season.

Just great.

They put you in a wheelchair before you head to the hospital, your parents are already at the stadium to take you. You hear the final whistle blow and your teammate rolls you in, the girls all feeling sad when you tell them the news. There’s a little Bruins blue in the sea of Trojans in front of you and there’s a Canadian standing there digging her cleat into the grass, wanting to apologize.

Megan and Kasey stand beside you just in case things get a little heated. Jessie steps forward and looks more sorry for you when she sees the bandages and you in a wheelchair.

“Is it broken?” she asks genuinely, looking at your leg and then at you.

“No thanks to you,” you snide, rolling your eyes at her. “What do you want now, Fleming?”

“I wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says sincerely but you’re too bitter to hear her take ownership of her actions.

“You knew what you were doing, Fleming. You’ve always been out to get me our entire college career and now in our final year you finally get what you want!”

You don’t know the tears were starting until they did, pouring down your face hot and fast. She looked a little mortified and pale, backing away and saying she was sorry over and over before a sea of Bruins pulled her away to celebrate their win.

The whole car ride to the hospital you spent weeping, thinking about how you’re not going to be able to play your senior year out like you had hoped. But more so of the look of pure horror on Jessie’s face when you accused her of hating you so much that she would purposely hurt you.

She looked on the verge of tears. Like hurting you scared her.  

You scared her.

||

“The break is clean, but rehab will take a while if you’re not careful,” said Dr. Jeff, the attending podiatrist.

“How long?”

“You’re looking at 14 to 16 weeks, kiddo. Two years if you’re stubborn like most of my patients are.”

“16 weeks sounds great.”

“Smart kid you got here,” the doctor tells your parents with a smile, “I’ll schedule you in for surgery today, you should be out of here by the end of the week.”

The doctor leaves and your mother begins to fuss, propping up pillows and getting your nurse to bring you more jello. Your father, on the other hand, has a look of all-knowing on his face.

“I’m sorry Dad,” you begin, head hanging low the moment your mother leaves the room.

“Don’t be sorry, peanut. These things happen. Better now than when you’re on a professional team, yeah?”

“She didn’t really make me break my ankle did she?” you ask, looking up at your dad who was rubbing your back as the tears filled your eyes again.

“It was the perfect tackle, kiddo. You just fell a little funny is all.”

“She looked so horrified when I said she did it on purpose,” you sob, leaning into your father’s stomach. He held you tight and cradled your head, your heart hurting more than your broken ankle, the face Jessie made when the words left your mouth etched behind your eyelids.

||

There are plenty of flowers in your room the moment you wake from surgery. Lots of cards and get well soon balloons hung from the ceiling. You were still groggy when your teammates visited, Megan was sure to bring lots of Sharpies to sign your cast with, all the girls leaving a nice note for you on it.

There was an hour left for visitations and your parents just left to wash up at home. You were mindlessly scrolling through the terrible TV channel selections while finishing your 5th Jello cup when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you yell, thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals again. What you didn’t expect was to see a brunette Canadian poking her head through the door.

“Hi,” she said sheepishly, standing by the door unsure if you really would want her to come in.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as kindly as possible, eyes flickering towards the clock above the door, “it’s late, why aren’t you back at school?”

“Spring Break, my parents are down from Canada so I asked to see you before we drove back,” she says quietly, stepping in a little more. “Can I come in?”

You nod, unsure if your mouth would be polite enough. Anger still seethed in your bones but the look of sheer horror on her face was still fresh in your mind.

“How bad was it?” she begins, still standing near the now-closed door.

“Clean break, should take 16 weeks if I’m careful.”

“That’s good. The doctors here are great.”

“They are quite convincing, they know how to get a patient to stay on their medical plan.”

“Did you get Dr. Jeff?”

“He accused me of being stubborn.”

Jessie laughs and you smile, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. It’s an adorable sound and her face of laughter replaces the one of fear you had burned into your mind.

“I’m really sorry for all this,” she begins but you cut her off.

“It wasn’t your fault, my dad said it was a clean tackle. I just fell funny.”

You looked up at her and saw the relief on her face and she stepped forward, taking your hand in hers. You took a deep breath and reciprocated her ownership of her mistakes, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders the moment you looked her in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said the other day Jessie, that was not fair to you.”

“Heat of the moment love, don’t worry about it.”

Your heart clenches hard when the pet name slips out of her lips and you smile, hoping she didn’t see your eyes dilate and feel your skin warm up. She nods and bids goodbye just as her phone rings which tells you her parents are waiting outside.

You sit there giddy and a little starstruck as she disappears out of view. Your hand is warm from her touch and you can still feel her hand holding yours. You thump your head back and curse loudly, before grabbing your leg in pain temporarily forgetting that you were actually hurt.

You giggle and bite your lip, shaking your head when your phone dings.

Maybe: Jessie Fleming.

“You look cute when you’re flustered.”

You clap a hand to your mouth and smile, face heating up with a dark blush.

“You did this, you better fix it.”

“I think we can make that happen, love.”

You don’t think you slept much that night, texting till the sun came up. Your parents came in to check on you in the morning and found you with your phone still on call with Jessie but you two were asleep. You woke up to your doctors talking to your parents and discussing your rehab plan. There was another text from Jessie, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re also very cute when you’re sleeping.”

Over the next few weeks, you two talked constantly. Jessie kept you company when you were bored at rehab and you kept her company while she was training on her own. You called her every night before bed, giggling and laughing well into the night most nights.

“How is rehab coming along?” Jessie asked as you were lying back on the examination table to relax your ankle. She was in her bed, looking as stunning as you had been denying yourself the chance to admit.

“Good, looks like I can put pressure on it by next week if Tiff lets me,” you say, side-eyeing your trainer Tiffany who was doing cupping on another teammate’s back.  

“Girl, I will hold your papers hostage, don’t test me,” Tiffany jokes, waving the lit fire stick at you.

“Yes ma’am I’ll be super-duper extra careful!” you answer with a salute, making Jessie laugh so loud it rings through the room. Most of your teammates know the thing you’ve got going with her and think it’s cute.

All but one.  

Megan.

She stood at the door listening to you ramble on about Jessie this and Jessie that, her blood boiling at the thought of you being buddy-buddy with the girl she believed to be the one who hurt you.

Megan was a freshman who was from Florida. She was a great pick from her high school team, and the best defender on the East Coast. She made the team here at USC and to say the least, she fit right in.

There was homogeny that wasn’t there before she joined and the linkup between you and her helped you take her under your wing. She looked up to you and was so ecstatic to play with you after watching you on TV.

She felt that Jessie took away her only chance to play with you before you graduated.

Jessie needed to pay.

“Hey, weird question,” Jessie starts, one night while you two were tucked in bed and on the phone with each other.

“Yeah?” you ask, turning over onto your side. Jessie looked a little concerned but you shrugged it off, the girl was known to constantly look worried.

“Someone sent me this photo but it’s from an unknown number, I thought it was weird.”

Sent.

You looked at it in shock.

It was you. Kissing a girl on the basketball team.

“Jess this isn’t me.”

“I’m not blind you know, that’s you.”

“Jessie, I swear this was doctored! I’ve never talked to this girl, let alone fucking kissed her!”

“Then why did the fucking photo come with a text that said, “She’s not who you think she is,”?”

“I don’t know! No one else but the girls know about you and me! I promise Jessie please!”

“I need some time to think. Leave me alone.”

She hangs up.

The tears fill your eyes as you stare at this photo. You don’t even think you’ve crossed paths with this girl, having not been the biggest fan of basketball. But your face was clearly there and hers was too. Her lips were on yours and you looked like you were enjoying yourself.

You think and you think hard. You didn’t go to any parties lately with your leg and you haven’t been to any games of theirs. You stared at the photo for hours, wracking your brain for some kind of explanation.

An explanation as to why Jessie looked so hurt at the thought of you with someone else.

[annebaby]

the bachelorette

hello everyone! i decided to go ahead and post this. there will be a part two, not entirely sure when that will be out!

i am so thankful for all the new followers and the amount of likes on my recent work. thank you!!!

divider from here!

warnings: cheating, questionable sexuality???, kissing, grinding

the music boomed through the speakers of the honky tonk in downtown nashville. the strobe lights danced all across the floor, tracing the dips and curves of my own body. the smell of whiskey and leather filled my nose, setting the atmosphere for a perfect, man-free night.

i was celebrating my bachelorette party this weekend. my friends only insisted that we get drunk, go dance, and dress slutty like we were 19 years old again. i had to oblige - they wouldn’t take no for an answer. they picked out my too-revealing dress, a strappy silver material that barely held me in. my hair was pinned up in a bun, loose strands brushing across the skin of my face. 

for the first time in a long time, i felt hot. i felt desirable and happy. i felt free. 

its not that my fiancé, will was bad. he was great, perfect even. he treated me well enough, made me feel pretty, and he had a pretty good sex drive. there was nothing to dislike. i put on a happy face for long enough to fool everyone, but deep down i was not happy. 

i wanted more. much more. i wanted someone who needed me like i was their only option. i wanted someone to make me feel like a princess. someone who -

“hey, Y/N! you okay?” 

i heard my friend, maddie yelling over the music for me, quickly snapping me out of my thoughts. i’m glad she did, or else i’d start ruining my own party. 

i walked over to her, joining her on the dance floor. i put my drink cup in the air, smiling proudly. i’m not sure what noise left my drunken mouth, but it was a noise full of faux joy and happiness. it was good enough to fool my friends though. a fake smile and chug of my now-empty cup was all they needed to be fooled. 

i dropped the cup on the ground, it quickly being crushed by someone’s foot in front of me. i looked up, making eye contact with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, girl. she has to be at least 6’0. she was towering over me, slowly creeping closer into my personal space. 

“hi,” she breathed. 

i seemed to pause my movements, starting intently at the woman now in front of me. she was gorgeous. her facial features worked together in perfect harmony, her teeth as perfect as teeth could be. her skin was glowing, freckles proudly scattered across her face. 

“hey.”

that was all i could say. i was so shell-shocked, nothing crossed my mind but her. 

i hadn’t felt like this in awhile. my first time meeting will wasn’t even this exciting. i don’t really remember the first time we met, actually. 

i should probably get on that, i need to get my vows finished soon. 

“i noticed you look a little out of it. you okay?” the blonde asked, smiling. 

wow, someone actually noticed! 

“yeah, i-im fine. but thanks for noticing…” i left the sentence open-ended, hoping for her name or any sort of information about her. 

“oh, its kate,” she responded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“kate,” i mutter to myself. unfortunately, now was when my alcohol started to really hit. 

“kate…” i repeated. she looked at me and laughed, looking down at her feet. 

“i’m Y/N,” i responded. she looked back at my face, smiling gently.

“so listen,Y/N,  i was wondering if you’d join me out there?” she asked. i stared at her blankly, dumbfounded. 

i didn’t respond as i continued staring at her. 

“my teammates over there,” she pointed to a group of girls all on the other side of the bar. “my teammates begged me to come talk to you. you’re stunning.”

if my mouth wasn’t already open, it definitely was now. i froze for a second, truly contemplating what to do. i could innocently dance with this gorgeous girl (who has now managed to make me feel things i haven’t felt in a long time), or i could tell her why i was here and refuse to dance. 

my drunken boldness took over, my hands pushing her to the dance floor as i grinned at her. my hands wrapped loosely around the back of her neck, her hands finding my hips and pulling me closer. i swayed back forth with the music, inching closer until we were pressed against each other. 

i don’t know what it was, but she was so addicting. her touch caused burning sensations all over my body, her smile digging into my chest. it was almost painful. will never made me feel like this. he never made me feel anything but content, fine. 

i looked around for my friends, hoping they wouldn’t see this and get suspicious. they knew i didn’t like girls, right? 

did i like girls? 

i’d been wondering for awhile, assuming it could be the reason why i felt nothing for will. i never felt anything for any boy, at that matter. i liked the way girls’ smiled, i liked that we were the same, i wanted to try a girl. 

luckily, no one was to be seen as i scanned the room. i let myself be free as the bass sounded, her thigh finding its way between my legs. it caught me off guard, but sent shivers down my spine nonetheless. kate was still smiling, occasionally looking between us and watching me move on her. her lip went between her teeth every now and then. 

i had to take her home. i had to. i knew i shouldn’t ;the whole reason of this trip was to celebrate my “love” for someone else. 

i stared up at her, hoping she would ask the question so i didn’t have to. when she stayed silent, i twirled the ends of her hair in my fingers while looking around for quick scan one last time. 

not seeing any of my friends, i leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, all my thoughts of will leaving my brain. she opened her mouth into mine, her hands leaving my hips and cupping my face instead. i felt her tongue gently enter my mouth, chills engulfing my body. 

i kissed her back, loving the feeling. this is what i wanted, this is what i needed. 

she pulled away, scanning my face. i was out of breath, my mouth slightly open in shock over what i just did. 

“come home with me, please,” kate breathlessly says. 

her hands hold onto my arms, silently pleading for me to come with her. i knew nothing about her, but something felt so right. i’d be a fool to say no. my thumbs stroked the roughness of her hands, smiling and looking at them. 

“is it worth it?” i ask, slightly teasing. 

she smirked, licking her lips before saying, “i’ll make it worth it.”

[triple-starsss]

yipeeeee amy n blaze!!!!!!

starting with Blaze, she's a university student who has a teeeny tiny (not teeny tiny) thing for Amy. they're close friends and met in class (before Amy switched over to a different course, she had a hard time deciding asddfj). Blaze and Silver met through a mutual job and became quick and good friends too!!! Silver often crashes at her place so he has a decent chunk of his belongings at her apartment (though he never stays for too long).

Amy is also a uni student like i mentioned before!! As soon as Triple S formed and started releasing songs she immediately became a fan!! She's incredibly passionate over her interests and isn't afraid to go on full rants about them!!

For a while Amy had no idea that Blaze was friends with one of the members of Triple S. Blaze had a habit of spacing out accidentally whenever she would talk about them (because wow.... Amy wow.. she's so passionate wow.... she's so sweet <3). AMY DOES EVENTUALLY FIND OUT. was either thinking blaze offhandedly mentions it one time like mm i wonder if silver will be spending the night at mine tonight or they go to a concert together (it was 100% a date) and silver straight up runs to blaze to come say hi (HONESTLY I'M REALLY DIGGING THE SECOND SCENARIO ASNDJ).

ALSO IF IT WEREN'T FOR ROUGE (triple S' stylist!! >:DD) sonic would NOT be dressing as well as he does during music videos, interviews, concerts etc. He would gladly perform in the goofy ass graphic shirts and shorts he wears at home if he could.

OH AND AAAA. this doodle is specifically from like the first few weeks after triple s was formed. Silver respects his other two band mates a shit load but my guy cannot pass up wanting to rant about them and their habits. I JUST REALLY WANNA ENCAPSULATE THIS IDW PANEL ABSDJA

im planning on making more in depth character posts sometime soon too (also need to draw a proper ref for amy n blaze still not set on blaze's outfit actually absdjf) will link them to my pinned once i get round to them for easier access!!!

[sturniololoco]

Turf Burns

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Blood, scratches, crying, etc.

Summary: SLS gets a little banged up in her game, but her brothers are always there for her.

SLS/N's POV

I was mad.

The entire game, this girl kept tripping me, causing me to fall on the hot rubber turf of the field. The ref did nothing to help, of course, he needs to consider going to the eye doctor.

I march off the field, angry and upset. My mind went a mile a minute as I walked over to my brothers, biting my chewed nails.

They say nothing, Matt just wraps an arm around my shoulders and leads me to the car.

After dramatically slamming my bag into the back of the car, I climb in the backseat next to Nick.

I crossed my arms and leaned my sweaty head against the window, propping my feet up on the center console.

"Damn, we're gonna get have to get you cleaned up when we get home, girlfriend," Chris says, sucking in a breath as he looks at my legs.

I look too, seeing multiple patches of torn-up, bloody skin. There were little black bits of turf stuck inside nearly every one of my burns.

Then I felt the burn.

I hadn't noticed it before due to my anger, but my legs were practically torn to shred, them throbbing in return.

I hiss in pain, feeling the tears well up in my eyes, from both the burns and the anger.

"It doesn't hurt. These are just angry tears." I lie, sniffling and whipping my eyes.

Chris gives me a soft smile and a sympathetic look.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, bud." He says, reassuringly, rubbing my ankle where my burns aren't.

-

as I walk up the driveway, I can feel the burns catch on fire every time I bend my leg to take a step. I hiss in pain the whole way into the house.

I reach the bottom of the stairwell and kick my slides off, already dreading the pain is gonna cause me.

Just as I go to take a step, however, I'm scooped into Matt's arms and he carries me up the stairs.

I gotcha, sweetheart," He says as he sits me down on the island. Chris walks over and sits next to me, grabbing my hand and giving it a light squeeze. Nick comes back with the first aid kit,

and a bottle of alcohol.

as soon as I see this, I begin to whine in protest, but he silences me with a look. I put my head on Chris's shoulder as he begins.

"Oh my god Nick! Ow ow ow!" I say as Nick wipes the blood of my burns with an alcohol-soaked cotton pad.

"Shh, you're okay. I'm almost done I promise." Nick says reassuringly.

I had as the tears began to fall out of my eyes, dripping down my face. Chris reaches up and wipes them away, giving me another smile.

-

After all of my burns have been treated with ointment and covered with bug band-aids, I walk over to the couch and cuddle into Matt's side.

He rubs the side of my arm, whispering, "I'm proud of you for being so brave."

I nod then bury my tear-stained cheeks back into his side, but look up again as Nick and Chris walk in with four bowls of ice cream.

I sit up quickly and wipe the stray tears off my face, my full attention on the bowl Nick and me.

"I think someone's feeling better." He says, to which we all laugh and enjoy our ice cream.

@idkwhosnyla @babypat08 @eyelessdemon00 @christopherowensturniolo @sturnsxx @freshloveforthefit @matty443355 @sleepysturnss @emeraldgreenbeautiesstu @sunsetsturniolos @hoesturniolo @x4nd3rsukz @chr1sgirl4life @sstvrnioloo @sturns-posts @chrisstopherfilmed @kylasrealityx @zoeysturnioloooooo @comet235 @islaasblog @sturnioloblogs @defnotayonna @mattsleftnipple03 @thematthewlover @mattsaq

[yukkoislost]

i wanna draw md ocs but grrr

anyway i have no clue what to draw lately so ive not been posting much (mb 😞) have another redesign of uzi and N because !!!!

idk how i feel about this version?¿ but oh well

let N wear comfy clothes !!!! the comfy clothes come after they (semi???) kill J in the first ep because uzi couldn't stand seeing him wear something so uptight around her and got him to change,, she also stuck the stickers on him btw

kinda miss making nuzi art so might draw smt like that soon,, tho my innate need to draw ocs may also take over and i might end up doing that instead idk yet HAKFBSKXJA

ignore that i didnt draw the headlight things in the ref 🏃💨💨💨💨

[jo-harrington]

You weren't some spectacular beauty, or otherworldly siren, or heavenly angel that he would expect in a fantasy novel or a DnD game. You were, quite frankly, a mess. But as you turned and nodded your head along to the music, Eddie swore his heartbeat was louder than Mickey's relentless assault on the drums. He approached you at the end of the set as you sat at the bar nursing a cherry coke and circling want ads in the classified section of the Hawkins Post. He asked you if you liked cheese fries before he even said hello. And the laugh you made was loud and honking, but it was nevertheless perfect. You were a disaster made, he hoped, just for him.

From the AASB Prequel: Heaven

Ok this was something incredibly self-indulgent. Thank you to the supremely talented @floredaqueen for this amazing character design sheet for Heaven-era Knight from As Above, So Below.

Flo saw the vision, she helped me hone in on some of the character design that I've been struggling conveying on my own when I commission pieces with Knight and Eddie together. Aside from my original self-insert sketch sheet from Kelso (don't look at me), I usually tell artists "if you want to draw a fem!Steve/Stevie that's totally ok" and while this is not far from either of those things, it's like...I'm squealing. That's her. That's Knight on the page, not going to kick monster ass yet...but soon.

I'm already in love with Flo's art and style but the whole experience was just amazing and the absolute attention to detail that went into this whole thing. (I know I'm only posting one piece/aspect of it but there are LAYERS to this that are gonna stay in my little AASB ref folder and my heart until the end of time.)

And if you're thinking of any kind of art, need help with character design, I cannot recommend Flo enough.

Thank you again Flo!

[dantedemondino]

Alright screw it Planet of the Apes OC’s go brrr-

Meet my trio (someday quartet?) of apes.

(Full refs are on my Toyhouse, check my pinned post!)

(KINGDOM SPOILERS BELOW FOR LORE)

Locust! A kind hearted, yet rather confident bonobo. (Rather he lacks common sense-)

He grew up in “some clan”, it’s not important anymore to him. As much like other neighboring clans and tribes they were seized by Proximus, all in the name of “Caesar”. Who ironically Locust somewhat doubts ever existed- he didn’t mind it terribly, though he found this obsession with the door equally as foolish. In his mind he thinks: If this Caesar dude is so great and powerful and made humans fall, and you want to be him? Why do you need the human stuff? Of course that question doesn’t last long.

In the chaos of all the war and flooding, he found himself washed away from any ape he had gotten the privilege to know. He fled as soon as he could get on his four limbs- deeming that this constant aggression between gatherings of ape was too much. So he set to try the “Hermitcrab” life. (Hermit. For English is hard for humans, let alone apes.)

Darwin. A weathered chimp, with a sharp mind. (May be accused of witchcraft.)

Darwin gets his name for a reason- while he isn’t hell bent on being anything like a human/Caesar like Proximus? He is a very inventive/curious ape. His clan used to inhabit a faction in the factory area of a rundown city. While few dare to touch the human work, when it gets too dangerous? He had more wonder than preservation. He learned how certain rock dust reacts to heat- meaning he held the power of fire in his hand. (Only to brutally scar himself of course.) He was lucky to not ever meet Proximus, as I feel it would go terribly-

He meets Locust because that goofy bonobo doesn’t take a hint that someone might live in the conveniently lively building- and after spending that much time alone in the city? He can’t help but conveniently take pity on them. Eventually departing into the jungle with him too!

Ari. A chill but rather nerdy orangutan. (A self proclaimed scholar of “Caesar”)

Despite living in the treetops, she is very down to earth. And in a literal sense to how they met Locust & Darwin. She proclaims its fate the way she fell out the trees onto the only other two apes she has seen in a long time. Thanking Ceasar, she watches as the two scoff? Oh boy- two misguided people! She would proceed to try and join them in an attempt to teach them about the actual words of the law giver.

Little does she know she too will find some of her ways are lies…

[poisonblossoms12]

SCHOOL DOODLES THAT I FORGOT TO POST

So uh I'm gonna abandon my art acc and just start posting my art on here

ANYWAY, HERE ARE DOODLES THAT I DID DURING SCHOOL ON POST-IT NOTES YHAT I KEPT FORGETTING TO POST

These two were my ship doodles... I'm so normal about them shsbsnsgsksgsjsgsj

Just characters in general- I personally really like the Carla one, but that could just be because she's one of my favourite characters- and ignore the hands around her, I was practicing drawing them lol

And here we have KinderKiller AU doodles! There's Kid's new design because he was looking a little basic, and then concept ideas for the Slime Trio! I don't have full body refs for the Slime Trio yet, but I will get to that soon as well as Ozzy's design!

And this was just me practicing drawing different characters' hairstyles- I think I'm good on Ozzy, but I need a lot of improvement on Ted TwT

And I think that's all!!!

[marzi-panic]

I've been working on the revamp of Lela as well as her lore a bit and trying to draw her family for a while now. I want to share what I have so far before I go on break :o)

Closer images of Lela's forms

I've been thinking about her hair when it's off her body for a while. I hope to make drawings about it more in the future but for now, it's messy👍 I definitely wanted to give her a monster form that she properly uses around other monsters haha

Close ups for the pieces of info 👍

Of course, this is just another basic ref, so things can be subject to change haha, but I'm vibing with this so far!

I won't lie, her family has been in and out of my head for a bit and I still need to draw the dads! Aaaa lol

But here's what I got so far <3 In order: Mom, elf (Shalendra Leomoira) Older Brothers, half elf and tall man (Celsus, Caratacus, Cassian) Lela, half elf and satyr Young Sister, half elf and dwarf (Jana) Young Brother, half elf and half-foot (Achill) Mixed family situation lol

And then there's Sablefey Colts.

An elf raised by a village family of half-foots, hence his name. A very doting "white knight" of Lela that was one of the friends she made in the village's dancer group. He admired her for a lot of things, mostly being her happy side that she doesn't show too often, dance style and her singing abilities. They'd brainstorm about new moves and performances.

Lela always felt like something was calling her and warned Sablefey that she might disappear one day. It made Sablefey weary and made him keep an eye on her. He warned the other members of this situation and said he'd follow her. I still need to draw them, but most of the members were scared of what that meant. Especially since Sable and Lela were the chiefs of the group. Despite the worry, two of the members wanted to help Sable keep Lela safe too. "Safety in numbers and all that!". With that, they made it their duty to keep each other informed if anything were to happen. Soon enough, after noticing a growing tension between Lela and her fiance, Lela fled and the three group members went after her. Helping keep her sanity through Lela's curse starting. They weren't going to let her face the dungeon she seemed drawn to alone, so they threw caution to the wind as they entered the caverns together and the rest was history... That I still wanna draw and talk about sometime in the future lol

Oof, my brain feels like it's about to explode, but I want to also say the "heart of the dungeon" is one of Lela's dads and the monsters aren't what they seem. :o) Again, when my brain is back in order after my break, I'll do my best to draw more stuff and explain little by little later TuT

Thank you for taking the time to look at my story vomit haha! I just want to actually think things through and make things interesting as well as wanting to make my silly ship art :oP

Thanks again for reading this post! Wish you well, have a good one! 💚

[havethetouch]

Here be pirates

2020 - Siti, Mahdi

2021 - Ila, Mel, Eli, Asa, Ava, Ife, Niv

2022 - Ixtia

2023 - Lev, Ora, Dar, Ira, Ayo, Efe, Nia, Jia

2024 - Nor

Figured I throw them down all in one post because why not most people are not even aware how vast the cast of this lil pirate story is, and those are the characters that got their design down, I have some more that I still play around with a bit on terms of colours and shapes. Aside from Ava and Lev, everyone got their first design try on a quick headshot that felt right and then threw colours on. Ava and Lev just got a ref sheet right away because idk I hit the golden moment with those two. (context: I hate doing refs and it usually takes me ages to do them even if if I have their designs down to a T. Mahdi for example.. is after Siti oldest characters created for this story and I only finally got around to finish his ref what? At the end of last year (2023)? Niv only got her ref like in July of 2024. Like fuck you could not pay me to do reference sheets the only reason I even do them is so that I can hand them to the handful of people I like to buy comms from (and sometimes for AF) who need the visuals bc they cannot just see them in my head otherwise I would not bother.)

The order these are drawn in is also not necessarily the order those characters have been living rent-free in my head either. Like there is Wyn who I vaguely know what he looks like for 3 years now but I have not brought him to paper yet lol. However the first few are. Siti was obviously the first, it started with her, Mahdi came second in my head even though back then I didn't even knew his name yet, he was an integral part in Sitis backstory and had the workname "Mapmaker/Scholar" but I knew while I tinkered with Sitis story that he needs to come back into the picture and then I started developing him. Technically it went like this: In the course of Sitis bg story she is faced with the loss of people she considered family (among them the mapmaker/scholar who she shared the closest bond with) during a vicious pirate attack at sea that she is the lone survivor of but even as I worked on that part I was like... "ain't no way that this fucker died, he is probably messed up but I bet he survived I want him to survive and reunite with Siti down the line" - and then a bit later in my head (mahdi, kicking the door in) "Hello there. I have risen!".

It still takes the duration of a decade before these two reunite. Which is also the starting point of Siti being the captain bc those two yearn for the sea regardless of the trauma.

After came the first five, being Ila, Ava, Eli, Mel and Asa. Ife and Niv followed soon after and then it kinda gets muddy with the rest. I had some rear up louder some just slipped in through the backdoor and at some point I started to design those as well. Nor is the most recent design in the lineup which I adopted from someone else because I had her down at her core but I could not decide on which animal which vibes but I saw demi-reality sell this zebra lady on their TH and I looked once, twice, thrice and went "oh. That is Nor." It be like that sometimes. But yeh so that is Sitis crew, at least those of them that have fixed designs. It is funny to look at the first headshot ever of Siti she changed not really much at all from that one aside from the fact that I got her unique face shapes down better in a way that I could not properly bring to paper back in 2020. So much shit happened around those years too, many losses in my family, among them my own father so many of these characters are intertwined with that grief and brainfog and memory loss that came with that trauma. A wild time that feels like a different life at times and I'm glad to have it behind me now. And I didn't even mean to get so personal about it here but those characters are, like I said, very much intertwined with a lot of that which also reflects in most of the early casts stories. But yeahhhh anyway I keep tinkering around, lots of writing going on in the background among some other stuff I have planned.