#eely draws stuff

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Screw you *headcanons ur Shadow Milk Cookie*

(This is a wip I’ll finish it eventually maybe)

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Mother knows best

Was super inspired from a twst text video. Basis is that riddles mom used mother gothels song against poor baby riddle. I have to write this out. Angst.

yet another potion accident, yet another daily adventure for Mc. This was supposed to be a dreams potion, a way to create a dream world and for others who drink the potion to watch and even participate in the dream that the first drinker created.

But of course with any group projects with grim involved something is bound to go wrong. Even with riddle’s guidance and stern warnings of making no mistakes grim decided it was too boring without some pizzazz. So he added a random root he found in a bottle nearby. This was called neroroot. Of course grim was smart enough to wait till both the mc and riddle were busy to slip it in.

Nothing seemed to change and that disappointed grim but oh well, he was going to leave it up to his henchman and riddle to do the boring stuff then. he curled up on one of the shelves and took a nice cat nap. The potion was completed by the two hardworking students. Now to test the effects. Riddle offered to go first, blushing a bit at his idea to set up a nice tea party in his dream world, maybe go on a horseback ride somewhere magical.

He drank the potion first and quickly sat down to nap. Mc followed quickly after the two sitting next to each other peacefully. It was a different story in the dream.

Riddle was having another nightmare, reliving one of the worst days at home. He got caught sneaking out, got caught eating sugar and playing with friends. He was told he would be kept in the house more and he wanted to cry and shout. He was so caught up in what was going on he didn’t notice mc in the corner of the room watching but also unable to do anything sot stop the aweful woman from emotionaly scaring her child.

Like most dreams some things were different. So as riddle was sat down at the large table, some music started to play as the cold and regal woman started to close the windows and draw the blinds.

Riddle’s mother: You wanted to go outside? Why, Riddle...! Look at you, as fragile as a flower Still a little sapling, just a sprout You know why we stay in this household

Riddle: I know but…

Riddle’s mother: That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear. Guess I always knew this day was coming Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest Soon, but not yet

Riddle: But --

Riddle’s mother: Shh! Trust me pet, Mother knows best!

The woman danced around riddle keeping him in place and interupting anything he tried to say to defend himself. Mc stood off to the side frozen, burning with an anger they havent felt toward anyone.

The room went dark as she turned off the light overhead, plunging the three into darkness. The two could see her shape dancing in the darkness moving things around, before using some of her own magic to create lights.

Mother knows best Listen to your mother It's a scary world out there Mother knows best One way or another Something will go wrong, I swear

The little light orbs swirled around her as she moved toward the frozen in place riddle.

Ruffians, thugs Poison ivy, quicksand Cannibals and snakes

Riddle was pulled off of his feet as different shadows of the dangerous items danced around him.

The plague

Riddle: No!

Riddle’s mother: Yes!

Riddle: But --

Riddle’s mother: Also large bugs Men with pointy teeth, and Stop, no more, you'll just upset me

A large bug swooped down causing riddle to duck and notice a familiar eely grin in his face causing him to fall back into his seat. His mother wraping him in a hug from behind before dissapearing back into the darkness.

Mother's right here Mother will protect you Darling, here's what I suggest Skip the drama Stay with mama Mama knows best

Mother knows best Take it from your mumsy On your own, you won't survive

Mc seethed as they watched riddle get pulled from his chair again and put in front of a mirror as Riddles mother ridiculed his appearance.

Sloppy, underdressed Immature, clumsy Please, they'll eat you up alive

many faces of others filled the mirror as hands grabbed and pulled him in. He found himself back in his seat.

Gullible, naÎve Positively grubby Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm vague Plus, I believe Gettin' kinda chubby

She said poking at the little bit of fat on his stomach and his baby fat cheeks. Riddle's eyes watered at the harsh words and pokes. She smiled as she held him close again. then dissapeard into the darkness, leaving riddle scared and alone.

I'm just saying 'cause I wuv you Mother understands Mother's here to help you All I have is one request

Her arms were open, waiting for a hug. Riddle ran to her arms, since she was the only thing he could see in that moment.

"Riddle?" she said quietly, holding him.

"Yes?" he meekly asked.

"Don't ever sneak out of this house again." She said in a tone that left no room for arguments.

"Yes, Mother." Riddle said, clsoing his eyes and letting a few tears loose.

She cooed and wiped his tears away "I love you very much, dear."

"I love you more." riddle said with a wobbly voice.

"I love you most." She said, now pushing him back to look into his eyes.

"Don't forget it You'll regret it Mother knows best" She finished with a sing song tone, moving toward the kitchen to make dinner. "Go and study your dueling techniques in your room riddle. I'll check in on you in 30 minutes."

Riddle hung his head as he walked toward his room. Mc was finaly released from their paralyzed state and they quickly rushed toward where riddle went down the hall. He turned as he heard their footsteps, both now in his room. Riddle was now in his dorm outfit and his normal age.

He imediatly let the tears flow as Mc pulled him onto a gentle hug, nothing like the possesive hold his mother used on him. He sobbed, apologizing for what had happened, that this wasnt suposed to have happened. Mc just pet his back and hair as they shushed and cooed at him. telling him it was alright, it was in the past and if they had anything to say about this, that woman would be apologising in no time.

After a good 20 minutes of calming riddle, they felt the tug of waking up on them. Mc smiled down at the puffy eyed riddle as he held them tighter, like they would dissapear.

"it will be ok, Riddle. Next time you deal with her I'll defend you. I promise." they squeezed him gently, noticing the room fading around them. "Lets go have a tea party back at your place. I'm sure trey has some leftover goodies we could use." They both smiled as they woke up.

Riddle couldnt wait for that tea party, but first they had a cat to punish and a quick lab to finish. Riddle smiled as he wrote, feeling a fluttering and warmth in his chest now at the thought of spending time with the prefect. Despite seeing what made him the way he was before the overblot, they cared. they helped him, comfoted him. With a love he never knew before, a love his mother would never show. He wanted more of that love. Maybe over time he could ask- No! at least not right now... Riddles face flushed as he shook out of his thoughts and finished the assignment. Quickly excusing himself to get a very special tea party ready.

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AW THATS A GREAT NAME STILL,... EELY DAN

also I love him omg he is so baby i hope he has a good time!!

https://roaring.earth/pufferfish-vortex/

IM INSANE HELLO.... THEY ARE JUST SPINNING THERE!!!!

Oh yeah I have like. Many opinions on control most of which are mean :’)

I do think the board was immense missed potential cause it like. doesnt really DO anything at all. Its just kinda there, I woulda hoped it actually did something

Also I looked it up and that boss is from a DLC I didnt even bother watching, its definitely got freaky proportions and stuff though so the design is def cool!

I think the visual vibes and design choices in control were absolutely phenomal, and the beginning is extremely solid and good, its just that it drops the ball as if it was a fucking meteor about halfway through the game imo

Aw man thank you so much!! I’m really really glad u like em, I would love to draw more when I have the time 😭💞 also gosh yeah im glad ive come a long way since HR I honestly feel a lot more In The Sauce now

Ahhh god. I see. Honestly Im mostly hoping that its not cause of tags cause like.. idk how id fix that i already use very little of them :’)

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Fiction: Retirement Options

An excerpt from the journals of former Intergalactic Police (IGP) Agent Irene Magnus, as provided by Sam Crane Art by Luke Spooner

“Cheers!”

I clinked my round tumbler against the whiskey bottle with a little plink! and knocked back a third of what was in my glass. “Leave the bottle” had been the smartest thing I’d said all day–much better than all the pointless speeches and the hollow “thank you, it’s been an honor” or “yes, I’m looking forward to some peace and quiet.”

All lies.

Today was the worst day of my life.

Give me something to fight, give me a case to solve. Even if I lost, at least I would’ve fought. And maybe–just maybe–I could have even fought the medical reports. Even the bad injuries sometimes improved with rest and physical therapy, and Lord knows I would’ve tried. But I would’ve needed time for that, and the Intergalactic Police wasn’t giving me any.

I had barely been out of the medical center’s ICU for a day when one of my handlers had come to have a “discussion.” The IGP’s oversight committee had deemed me unfit for further active duty. Of course, I appealed immediately, anything to buy some time. Instead the committee promptly came back with “no,” told me my last day was in an Earth month, and that was that. Almost forty years of service, and I didn’t even get to leave on my own terms.

I flopped boneless against the backrest of the chair, my eyes wandering up and up. The bar, Prisms, billed itself as a “traditional human old English tavern,” clearly trying to target homesick humans or possibly other species seeking a little taste of Earth. However, it looked less like a tavern and more like the bastard child of Westminster Abbey and some East End dive bar.

The walls were stone and the ceiling was a huge vaulted Gothic mess. Everything was in black and shades of grey except for strands upon strands of colored glass, like pieces of shattered stained-glass windows, that had been hung in crisscrossing lines all throughout the wide room. The colors danced and swam in the dim recessed lighting, and I couldn’t stop myself from wincing as the brighter shards caught the light and glared down at me.

Dizzy from looking at them too intently, I let my head thunk against the tabletop, which was nice and cool. Its smooth top was smartly polished and shone like mahogany, but it was probably just Cattameeran eeli wood instead. Cheaper and local. The planet of Cattameer was the center of government for the Milky Way Galaxy, and here in Capitol City, there was virtually anything you could ask for–including knock-off human bars with crap whiskey and washed up Intergalactic Police agents to drink it.

Distractedly, I trailed a gloved finger along the table’s surface, the fine protective mesh of my synthetic-steel gloves tracing the wood’s grain. The gloves weren’t IGP standard issue. I’d bought them with my own money, so they were mine, and I got to keep them. Unlike my blaster and my badge.

No. No more bad thoughts. Good thoughts only now. I was blowing a lot of money on this middling whiskey, so at the very least, I was going to be happy about drinking it. A lot of the non-human races loved human alcohol. Champagnes and ciders were particularly lucrative exports for Earth and Mars both; anything fizzy and carbonated was generally a hit. Human hard liquors never really caught on though. You could find the basics sometimes, especially if you went to a bar that catered to a more human clientele, but no one exported the top shelf stuff–it just wasn’t worth it. God, I would kill for good bourbon.

Ugh, it was too hot in here, and I still had my grey dress suit on from the retirement party. The tabletop was cool but not enough. Fumbling awkwardly, I loosened my tie and popped a few buttons. Better. Time for more whiskey though.

I tugged myself back upright by sheer force of will, and it took me an embarrassingly long second to realize that the chair opposite me was no longer empty. Instead, a small alien sat there, looking like an eerie cross between a human and a crow. The bar’s lighting was very flattering to her though–glossy black feathers almost seemed to glow, while streaks of iridescent feathers shimmered in a myriad of colors. Like an oil slick but prettier. She wore a brown utility belt with a number of pouches on it and a nasty looking ray gun holstered at each hip.

“Who–?” I started to say before I caught myself. I already knew her. It was Ambassador Scholar Trishell, a scientist and diplomat from Pluto. Belatedly, I realized I should probably be concerned about her abrupt, well-armed appearance. She was surprisingly dangerous for being a three-foot-tall bird creature.

Belatedly, I realized I should probably be concerned about her abrupt, well-armed appearance. She was surprisingly dangerous for being a three-foot-tall bird creature.

To read the rest of this story, check out the Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2019 collection.

Irene Magnus served as an IGP agent for almost four decades, earning a Silver Comet of Bravery and several merit awards for crucial intelligence gathering. She is also an exemplary blaster shot and has won numerous shooting competitions. When her promising IGP career appeared to be cut short, Irene unexpectedly went on to become the first former-IGP agent to be hired by the University of Pluto. Her contract with Ambassador Scholar Trishell is currently in its fourth renewal.

Sam Crane enjoys writing science fiction and dark fantasy stories. A History major and an IT professional, she draws considerable influence from both history and technology, as well as from New England, where she lives with two very mischievous black cats. You can find her online at sam-crane-writes.blogspot.com

Luke Spooner, a.k.a. ‘Carrion House,’ currently lives and works in the South of England. Having recently graduated from the University of Portsmouth with a first class degree, he is now a full time illustrator for just about any project that piques his interest. Despite regular forays into children’s books and fairy tales, his true love lies in anything macabre, melancholy, or dark in nature and essence. He believes that the job of putting someone else’s words into a visual form, to accompany and support their text, is a massive responsibility, as well as being something he truly treasures. You can visit his web site at www.carrionhouse.com.

“Retirement Options” is © 2019 Sam Crane Art accompanying story is © 2019 Luke Spooner

Fiction: Retirement Options was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

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Hiiii so I love The Voice of the Contrarian so much

Friends and I have characters twisted from assorted game characters and I snatched Contrarian when we went through Slay the Princess characters

Technically, Cassius is just that voice but personified so half OC half AU(? Maybe?)

Anyway thought Tumblr would enjoy my doodles

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POV I spent an hour redrawing Jamils hair over and over again

Anyway other character is an OC her name is Neisha Faez she’s based on Jasmine and she is the Definition Of A Simp I’ll make a character intro post for her eventually

Love me some oc x canon mmm yummy yummy

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OC introduction: Buggie (Twisted Wonderland)

Basics

Orville Becket, more known as just Buggie (he/they/it/bug/bugself) is an Octavinelle student based on Oogie Boogie from Nightmare Before Christmas. It is the Motherfucker Ever. Also it’s somewhere on both the ace and aro spectrums, but still enjoys romantic relationships. They have described their gender as “mmmm bugs👍”

(Author’s note: I’m still very much learning about noun pronouns! I’m going to use the first three sets of pronouns for this intro for now.)

Buggie is… sure something from the Nightmare Realm. He just calls himself a nightmare creature and leaves it at that. No one knows exactly how old Buggie is, but… I mean, they’re a second year. He fuckimg hates all things school but is scarily good with potions.

Buggie’s maybe 5’9, little on the bigger side, but weighs like nothing? Pick it up and it will bite you. Anyway, Buggie doesn’t really do clubs, but does run a very legal gambling ring somewhere under NRC (and is the undefeated champion for completely legit reasons).

Hobbies, Talents, Preferences

Buggie enjoys cooking! They’re actually very good at making drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Makes yummy stew (don’t ask what’s in it). A lot of students are hesitant to eat whatever Buggie makes, but it’s probably one of the most competent cooks at NRC, up there with Jamil.

As expected, based on their name, Buggie also likes to take care of bugs. You will always find bugs on them or in their clothes… they have named every single one and remember each and every one of their names. They can also always tell each bug apart, no matter how similar they look. They can also communicate with these bugs as if they were people too. It’s kind of scary.

Buggie ALSO knows a little too much about nightmares. If you fall asleep near him, you WILL have very vivid and awful nightmares. Buggie cannot control this but will not apologize if he doesn’t consider you a friend.

He enjoys bugs, mostly. That and card/dice games. Challenge him to a game, I dare you. He’s unbeaten. His favourite snack is snake stew—no spiders tho. Least favourite food is any kind of salad. Bro won’t eat veggies if you force it down their throat. They also do NOT like it if you hurt their bugs… like… has a PHYSICAL reaction if you step on one. Do not the bugs.

Backstory

Buggie, being a creature from the Nightmare Realm, grew up with a VERY different set of rules than us. Even despite the difference in rules, I think we can all agree that Buggie’s parents SUCKED.

Buggie didn’t get SHIT growing up. No birthday celebrations, no “good job”s when it did good in school… nothin. It grew bitter from the neglect and ran away about a year before appearing at NRC. It wasn’t invited, but it’s here now. No one knows where exactly it came from or how it found itself here, but no one can get it to leave so it’s a student now.

He will not accept any gifts you try to give him. He doesn’t understand the concept of giving gifts to others… he lives off of a “take what you need to survive” mentality.

Unique Magic

Any time anyone asks about their unique magic, Buggie just laughs and responds with “wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

Anyway. Incantation.

“Roll the dice,

Don’t think twice,

And pay the price;

Snake Eyes!”

You may hear it mutter this incantation under its breath during gambles.

Relationships

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul HATES Buggie… it never wears its uniform right and every time he points it out, Buggie changes something so it’s even worse. Buggie just finds it funny though.

Jade Leech

Look, usually Buggie is the one making others scared, but Jade scares Buggie. Actually, there’s an AU where they get over their differences and become extremely close, but… yeah not generally the case.

Jamil Viper

Oh. Oh Jamil hates Buggie. Buggie just LOOOOVES dropping beetles down Jamil’s shirt. Jamil avoids Buggie like the plague.

Literally all the professors

No one can tame Buggie. Teachers hate them.

Other Works

Playlist 😈

Media

^ made by my buddy Howl lol

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pathetic fantasy himbo, my ideal man

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Call me Idia Shroud beca

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i was bored in econ today

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I’d rather succumb to the firelotuses than finish this digitally so enjoy the sketches

^ The oc in this if you wanna know more

Also here’s the scene it’s very gay 👍 (this was Jonah’s bi awakening)

(This was during when the firelotuses first appeared in the lecture hall, before the floor dropped)

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Oops I’m addicted to redrawing Madoka Magica frames as ocs. Anyway here’s my girl Comet again @starcrossedmoonlet

Spoilers under the cut (the og frame)

The line “I have to protect everyone” comes directly after this btw

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I have a problem and their name is B.A.D.4

Reblogs greatly appreciated uhhh dont steal or else :thumbs_up:

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You know what time it is

Best scene in Disney history tbh

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uhHhhHhh deer

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This is not a painting.