#finally making proper reference sheets for them...

[sainteclectic]

Eros: The Devotee {1/3}

[Their] main characteristic is permanent aspiration and desire. Even when [they seem] to give, eros continues to be a "desire to possess", but nevertheless [they are] different from a purely sensual love in being the love that tends towards the sublime. According to Plato, the gods do not love, because they do not experience desires, inasmuch as their desires are all satisfied. They can thus only be an object, not a subject of love. For this reason they do not have a direct relationship with man; it is only the mediation of eros that allows the connecting of a relationship. Eros is thus the way that leads man to divinity, but not vice versa.

— Plato’s Socrates: The Art of Eros; or, the Final Country of Wisdom

{2} {3}

[fleurvi]

Service top Vi

cw: smut (minors dni), fem!reader

Vi is whipped. She's completely head over heels for you. She carries boxes, your bags, your heels when you're drunk, you. She pays for you to get your nails done and buys you dinner. And, to everyone else's chagrin, she won't shut the fuck up about you. She constantly finds ways to make any conversation she engages in about you. At some point, she just starts referring to you as her wife because she's so fucking sure about your relationship.

Her devotion doesn't end when you get home though. She decides the best way to show devotion is through worship. She lays you down against the bedsheets, voice firm as she tells you how beautiful you look. She travels kisses over every inch of skin she can get to, offering compliments as she goes. Her hands are gentle as she undresses you. When she travels back up to your mouth and gives you a proper kiss, you feel lightheaded, overwhelmed by the feeling of love she pours into it.

She shuffles down the bed, using her strong hands to part your thighs as she lowers between them. Her mouth is right above your pussy, and you're so worked up you might cry. She doesn't mean to keep you waiting; you're just so pretty, and she loves to stare at you. When you whine out a soft please, threading your hand through her hair, she shakes her head.

“Baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you whatever you want,” she says as she finally swipes her tongue over your pussy, sucking your clit into her mouth. She moans against you like she's devouring a five-course meal. She is.

She eats you out with the same passion she throws into everything she does for you. Your pleasure is her pleasure. She's studied your body like the piece of artwork it is. She knows how to elicit the most incredible noises from you. She presses two fingers to your hole, smiling against your cunt at the way you moan when she pushes them inside you. The added stimulation pushes you towards your orgasm. Her other arm is steady and holds you down as she works on pleasing you. Taking care of you is always her top priority. The mere act of pleasing you is a stress reliever. Though she'd deny her obvious praise kink if you asked her, she can't help the way she's encouraged when you tell her how good she makes you feel.

Your orgasm hits you, and your grip on Vi's hair becomes harsher, tugging at the hair as she continues to work you through it. “Atta girl, let it all out”, she praises as your back arches away from the sheet. When you come back down, Vi pulls her fingers from you and licks them clean. She's a little obnoxious with her noises but just wants to show you how much she loves your taste.

“Was that good for you, baby?”

You nod.

“Good. Now, how many more do you want?”

[libraryofgage]

I realized Steve is absolutely that kid whose parents put him through piano lessons solely so they could have another way to show off at parties and shit. And then that thought morphed into a little Steddie plot bunny and here we are lol:

Steve doesn't know it's the last time he'll sit at the grand piano, the last time he'll press down its keys and let music fill the empty room before bleeding out into the empty house.

He doesn't know that when his parents next come home, his mother will notice how horribly out of tune the instrument is. He doesn't know that it will be sent off somewhere for repair (his parents won't tell him where, no matter how he asks, and he'll never quite understand why) and lost to him. He doesn't know his parents won't bother buying another one; it was only ever there to impress party guests when Steve sat down and played some Bach. Without those parties, company or otherwise, there's no point in getting another one: both the piano and Steve will have outlived their usefulness.

He doesn't know that he'll be storing away his sheet music, carefully placed into folders and in a waterproof box for safekeeping. He doesn't know that he'll soon become too consumed by high school and dating and monsters to idly write down notes on a staff. He doesn't know that when he's swinging a nail-ridden bat in the future (to destroy monsters, sure, but destruction is destruction, right?) he'll ache with the pain of missing the act of creation as a means of stress relief.

He doesn't know any of that, so Steve sits down at the grand piano with a soft smile, gently trailing his fingers over the keys before lining them up in the Middle C-position. He runs through a few warm-ups, letting muscle memory take him away, so he doesn't have to think. Without another thought, he seamlessly transitions into idly playing, bits and pieces of everything he remembers and songs he's heard blending together.

Mozart's Air morphs into Beethoven's Fur Elise into Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. It doesn't all sound good together, but that's not the point when Steve plays by himself. All that matters is letting his brain shut off for a bit, letting the notes and echoes mingle together to create something new and joyful.

After two hours on the piano, his wrists are aching; he always forgets to hold them in the proper position when he plays alone. But it's a good ache, one that reminds him of the music still dancing around in his brain.

Steve takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, feeling the last of his tension dissipate. He lets his hands linger on the piano for a little longer before standing and leaving the room, tragically unaware of his imminent and unavoidable loss.

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Steve is sprawled across an old couch in Gareth's garage, reading Eddie's well-loved copy of Lord of the Rings. He'd promised to at least give it a go, and he had to admit he was looking forward to finally understanding some of the references Hellfire Club and the kids make. His progress is slow, but he's almost halfway through after two weeks of work. Reading while Corroded Coffin practices helps; the background noise of their music is perfect, letting him ignore all other sounds and focus.

Of course, that's provided they actually play continuously instead of starting the same song over and over only for Eddie to stop them halfway through. When it happens for the sixth time, Eddie growls in frustration, tugging harshly at a lock of hair. "It still sounds wrong!" he cries, dropping into a crouch while cradling his guitar close.

"Stopping us halfway through isn't helping," Gareth points out, idly twirling a drumstick as he watches Eddie's lament.

"Do you know what's wrong yet?" Asher asks.

Steve can longer focus on Lord of the Rings. Instead, he places the book on his chest and looks at the band to watch how this plays out. Eddie scowls and looks up at Asher. "Unfortunately, Ashy Baby, no."

Jeff, meanwhile, has locked eyes with Steve. And because Jeff knows the perfect way to get Eddie off their asses is to get him on Steve's instead, he says, "Why don't you ask Harrington what he thinks?"

Eddie whips around to look at Steve, eyes wide and hopeful. He doesn't even bother standing from his crouch, instead waddling his way over to Steve and testing his ability to hold back laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the sight. "Stevie, baby, sweetheart, lover boy, please tell me that wonderful brain of yours has an idea so your favorite boyfriend can finish this rocking song."

"You're my only boyfriend."

"Which automatically makes me your favorite," Eddie points out, grinning as he leans closer. With Steve still laying down, Eddie's the perfect height in his crouch to kiss him. He lingers for a few seconds before pulling away, and Steve knows his own smile matches the dopiness of Eddie's.

"Have you considered adding a piano?" Steve asks.

"None of us know how to play," Asher says, and Steve would look at him if Eddie's face and hair and shoulders and everything weren't filling his entire line of sight.

Without thinking, Steve hums and says, "I do."

"Do what?" Eddie asks.

"Know how to play piano."

There's a silence that follows his sentence, one that makes Steve's stomach lurch as he wonders if he's maybe fucked up the shaky peace and friendship he's finally managed to build with the other members of Corroded Coffin. He doesn't know how his words might have done it, but he's scrambling to somehow take them back when Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth, the bands of his rings pressing against Steve's lips.

"Gareth, you still got that keyboard?" he asks, keeping his eyes locked on Steve. There's a light dancing in them like he's just discovered magic is real, like Steve has amazed him beyond imagination.

With a grunt, Gareth gets up from his drums and steps into his house. The rest of them stay in silence while waiting, Eddie refusing to remove his hand no matter how much Steve licks his palm. When he finally gives up and just glares at Eddie, his boyfriend grins brightly back.

"It's a little dusty, but it'll work fine," Gareth says when he comes back, and Eddie finally moves his hand and body, allowing Steve to see Gareth setting up a keyboard a few feet away from his drums.

"Okay, sweetheart," Eddie says, taking the book from Steve and carefully setting it aside before pulling him off the couch, "you've heard the song enough. Play what's missing."

Steve hesitates before walking over to the keyboard. Eddie sticks to him like a shadow, sliding his arms around Steve from behind once he's standing in front of the white and black keys. An odd nervousness churns in Steve, tugging at his spine and making his palms clammy, but he knows it would be much worse without Eddie there. If he had to play in front of the band without feeling like anyone was on his side, he'd probably just throw up instead.

"It, uh, it's been a while," he says quietly, easily falling into the muscle memory of tracing the keys and finding Middle C and dancing his fingers through warm-ups despite his words.

Eddie squeezes him tighter as Jeff asks, "Since you've played? Why?"

Memories of his grand piano rise in Steve unbidden, overwhelming him in a rush of longing for the instrument itself and the relaxation of playing. "My parents paid for lessons and had me play at company parties. They, uh, sent it off to be tuned, but it got damaged, and they didn't get another one."

"That sucks, Stevie," Eddie murmurs, soft and reassuring and Steve suddenly feels far more confident.

He looks up at Jeff. "Can you start playing again?" he asks, flashing a grateful smile when Jeff nods and starts strumming the song's opening notes.

Steve listens closely, breathing in the tune he's heard so many times and letting it take hold. He doesn't allow himself to actually think, letting Jeff's guitar and Eddie's arms and hair and scent drown out everything else. Before he knows it, he's playing a hesitant tune that grows with confidence as he follows the song laid out before him. He's always a measure behind, chasing the guitar's echoing notes as they fade.

He and Jeff make it through the whole song without Eddie telling them to stop. When the final notes of guitar and piano echo together, the latter still chasing the former even at the end, Steve is shaking with excitement and anxiety and grief and joy.

He lets out a slow breath, feeling tension he didn't even realize had lingered for so long finally draining from his shoulders and dissipating. Steve can also feel Eddie's face pressed against his neck, a smile searing into his skin as Eddie squeezes him even tighter.

"I love you so fucking much, Stevie, that's exactly what was missing," Eddie says, his words the only warning he gives before pulling Steve away from the keyboard and off his feet and spinning him around. His surprised yelp quickly morphs into laughter that still lingers even after Eddie has set him down again.

Gareth and Jeff and Asher have already started discussing how the other parts of the song might change with the addition of a keyboard, but Steve is too busy turning in Eddie's arms and kissing his smile away to pay them any mind. He can worry about inevitably being roped into the band's practices later, after he and Eddie are breathless and flushed and smiling bright.

[risen-from-stardust]

O'twei ref sheet

This guy finally has a proper reference and a polished design!

O’Twei is a male bad blood yautja specialized on plasma weapons and working on ships, specifically motors and engineering. Usually laid back, living comfortably with what he has and prefering to solve problems by himself.

Relaxed, ambitious, loyal, attentive and hardworking. He likes to have time alone but appreciates company. His close ones are the most important thing he has, and he will take care of them the best he can. He tends to remember and be mindful of small details, saving every bit of information carefully for later, even if it means having really unnecessary data. Behaviors, expressions, he doesn't let anything escape him.

He is passionate about his work in making and repairing plasma weapons and engineering of all calibers. From simple guns, minor controls malfunctions, broken cables to ship cannons, industrial motors and a full customizable equipment. As long as they pay well, he will use all his knowledge in giving the best service possible.

Toyhouse profile with more info

[innerfare]

Mihawk Fluff // Angst Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Mihawk angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Type of Date, Paradise, Nightmares, I Love You, Kisses, Cuddling, You're Sick).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded: 

Sees to your wound without a word, making sure it’s disinfected and bandaged and receives proper care until its healed. Places a soft, quiet kiss atop your head, doesn’t say a word. Makes a mental plan to avoid similar situations in the future. 

Type of Date: 

He’ll take you on a private tour of a winery. You’ll sample expensive wines together and debate various flavors and aging processes (he’ll definitely judge you by your taste in wine). When you’re not in a heated debate, you’ll share light conversation, and after the sun sets, you’ll walk the fields together. He’ll steal a few kisses off you, too, and kiss your hand at the end of the night.  

Paradise 1: 

Waking up to fresh powder blanketing the ground and jumping out of bed, barely getting your boots and one of his coats on before you’re outside, romping through the snow. Falling into a snow bank with your arms out, giggling as you make a snow angel, grinning even wider when he surprises you by laying down beside you and doing the same, letting his inner child show through for a brief moment. 

Paradise 2: 

Waiting until late evening to meet beneath a peach tree, speaking at first in hushed tones, worrying someone is on to the two of you, eventually forgetting about all of that and settling into easy conversation about nothing and everything simultaneously, him jumping up to pick a peach for you to have as an evening snack, you taking advantage of the last bit of light to carve both of your initials into the tree trunk. 

Nightmares: 

He sent you away for your own good. He had a premonition the Navy would be coming for him, and with them, a slew of bounty hunters that would have no qualms about using you against him. And yet, you remained in his dreams, though the hot and heavy ones he once had were replaced by cold fear. Every time he went to sleep, a different scenario, though the crux of it the same: you were being used as a pawn to get to him, a pawn in a lot of pain. And every time he woke up, the same: your side of the bed was empty, the shape of your body tangled in those satin sheets now but a memory. For your own good, he kept reminding himself, though he believed it less every time.  

I Love You: 

He doesn’t tell you when he feels it, however overwhelming the feeling may be, so you’ll definitely be the one to say it first. This man is the king of unspoken affection. He’d sooner die than draw his sword and cut through all the tension that seems to follow him. That being said, he does say it in other, more subtle ways, primarily referring to you as, “my love,” and leaving it at that. When you finally tell him you love him, he doesn’t even say it back, simply burying his face in your hair and saying, “I’m glad to hear it, my love.” He shocks you by saying it back a few months later, though you don’t say it back, instead pulling him in for a kiss. And it continues like that, only one of you ever saying it, the other responding with affection. 

Kisses: 

So sensual when he kisses you. Mihawk is an incredible kisser, thanks to a lot of practice in his youth, though these days he’s far more picky about who he chooses to kiss. Almost always has his hands on your face when he does it. Often runs his tongue across your lips before pushing it into your mouth. Will talk to you between kisses, telling you how much he missed you and calling you, “my love,” or, “my little bird.” Very into hickies, particularly in private places. Goes a little crazy if you kiss his hands, especially if you play with them first (foreplay is important). 

Cuddling: 

He’s not clingy, but he’s also not one to withhold affection. When he feels like showing it, he does. Sometimes this is putting a hand on your hip and placing a kiss on your cheek while you’re cooking, and other times it’s pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head while you’re asleep but he’s still awake contemplating life. Any sort of cuddles are always accompanied by a kiss of some kind. 

You’re Sick: 

It’s easy to think he’s not taking care of you. You don’t see him at your side the entire time you have a fever, but as you fade in and out of consciousness, you’re aware of a presence, and the times you wake, you find a hot meal or some fresh flowers on your bedside table. When you finally have the strength to rise, you’ll find him in his chair reading the newspaper as if nothing happened. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[shinning-whammy]

In summary what are “the evil team” all I know about them is that they are dogdays

The evil team is made up of dogday from different alternate universes where he agrees with the ideals of the prototype whether his support is intentional or not

Among them is Father Dogday, he is aware of his actions and supports 1006, he also has an orange smoke that makes you laugh like crazy and have a lot of energy. He comes from the au solar eclipse Au in this Au exist heretic catnap

solar eclipse au belong to Dark_Kyrtsal on twitter

the others are re-educator dogday is called that because he is dedicated to re-educating any heretic by giving them a lobotomy with steel needles, something that was done to him because he previously wanted to escape but 1006 caught him and decided to fulfill catnap's wish who wanted his friend and boyfriend to also be a follower of the prototype but this wish made his dogday change drastically and now his dogday hates him and only follows 1006's wishes like a simple puppet he is from the au re-educador dogday is like a side idea from another au lunar eclipse au

Re educator dogday hate his catnap and in this au he is like the counterpart from father dogday he is priest catnap and Dogday hate him specially because he is jealous 1006 prefer catnap than him even when he is doing everything 1006 wishes

Re Education AU belong to BriBrithefox1

destiny dogday comes from a world where magic can be used and this was what made 1006 use magic to create the mini catnap plush to control dogday and have two followers. in this au catnap discovered the destiny that his dogday would have and sadly he wanted to avoid it by becoming a heretic to go against 1006 but he defeats him and makes him forget what he saw so the prototype to avoid this from happening again decides that he must control dogday so if catnap decides to go against him again he can use dogday this is the reason minimoon always is using the smoke and talking to dogday to make he gets used to hurt heretics this AU is call it red destiny au

Red Destiny au belong to towncritte

Now red therapy au or therapy Dogday follow the lore of the game in this one after the hour of the joy dogday used to be happy with his friends the smiling critters however, everything began to decline, his friends began to doubt this freedom, which caused fights between themselves in which Catnap had to kill them. Dogday affected by this went against Catnap but he used a lot of red smoke, which made Dogday have a radical change, which began to support Catnap and his ideas with 1006, even the prototype realized it, so he allowed Catnap to continue using the red gas, making Dogday unconsciously support 1006 and Catnap, even the prototype gives Dogday new metallic claws so that he can defend and of course hurt the rebels who would later be called heretics.

another evil dogday sometimes join to this group is from WIDE AWAKE Dogday by @Moonstone_uwu and @/mechanicmeister

[flowerbloom-arts]

Finally did some proper reference sheets for my OCs!!! If you have any questions about them feel free to ask, and if you want to make fanart or whatever feel even more free to do so!!! I love my babies so much.... I think I'll be updating this as I create more in the future.

[areyoutheregoditsmejessica]

sorry for not wanting to watch yet another series where even when the black woman lives she’s still “sacrificial” in her love.

i’ll never believe that anyone should come before one’s own kids.

however,

i feel sorry for season 2 athena who watched her involuntarily-high-on-LSD boyfriend stand on the ledge of a firehouse in hopes to be reunited with his family if he just stepped off and died. i feel sorry that athena offered to shoulder the burden with him.

i feel sorry for season 2 athena who was so excited about may’s homecoming dress but once she realized how uncomfortable her boyfriend was, dialed back because she always cautious of the sensitivity surrounding his lost children.

i feel sorry for season 2 athena who asked bobby to move in to her house because she knew that the idea of another family, an instant family scared him but took that leap of faith anyway.

i feel sorry for season 5 athena who noticed her husband had the weight of the world in his shoulders so she decided to hesitantly offer up the idea for them to take the honeymoon they never had only for him to not say yes.

i feel sorry for season 7 athena who had to hear her husband say in what they both thought were their last minutes together on earth that he never deserved her, but he kept building a life with her anyway.

i feel sorry for season 7 athena who verbally expressed to her husband that she was concerned about his odd behavior and how she continues to fear his actions but stays anyway because she hoped she could love him enough to make him want to stay.

i feel sorry for season 8 athena, clueless to the fact that her husband has been dying for hours, would not have gotten a chance to say goodbye to her husband had his firefighter not called her to walk down that tunnel. i feel sorry that athena begged him to stay with her i feel sorry that athena had to be blindsided then watch him die in agony.

bobby’s mental health struggles over the course of the series are understood and are at zero fault of his. and we know that athena never held that against him. she herself has referred to him as perfect.

it doesn’t make sense that them both being first responders that either would leave the decision of their final resting places up to their significant other. i feel sorry that athena had to carry that burden of looking/thinking of something in the first place.

after 8 seasons of this, we know the seasons (er, episodes) are written in a vacuum. but i do wish if we were doing the whole “full-circle moment” we should’ve never been witness to bobby and athena as not only a couple but THE flagship couple of the series.

season 1 deeply anguished suicidal bobby nash who found a new home at the 118, then curated an A1 firehouse, then eventually went out a valiant hero being shipped back to minnesota to be buried with his family would be beautiful. he could’ve even had a new wife in L.A. who was more of a supporting character and was just an extension of the bobby character. it’s not the best writing to make a woman’s character just about a man but in this scenario it would’ve been palatable.

but that’s not what this series has been. we’ve seen athena pick herself up and put herself back together after divorcing michael. we then learn the backstory of her tragically losing her fiancé in her early-mid 20’s. we see her take leap after leap after leap of faith with bobby, and joyfully so. athena is played by NUMBER ONE on the call sheet. she’s not just a supporting character or an extension of bobby. she’s her own character. her sending him back home doesn’t elicit any positive feelings for me. it makes it feel like athena (and her kids) were just a mere pit stop, a rehabilitation, something to bid his time, until he could get back home to his “real” family. not full-circle at all. something geometric, but i’m not sure what. i don’t know what the proper solution would be as for bobby’s final resting place, and i do wish we never had to find out canonically. but seeing that plane and the headstones did not fill me with peace or closure or any warm and cozy feelings.

if anyone is upset by….*gestures around* all of it that’s totally valid. and if it just specifically the handling of the death and the (lack of) funeral it’s also completely valid and not hysterical at all.

[sting-raes]

been working on this over the last few days because my farmer desperately needed an outfit revamp and a proper ref sheet!

I'll probably make a proper bio and a portrait sprite for them eventually, but I'm just really glad I finally have proper references for his tats lol

[starch-lord]

And that's not all! Now every single Net Detective has updated ref sheets and designs! Aren't they a fun group?

Updated ref sheet for my fursona, Rubi "Zircon" Vaqueros (or just Zircon the Chameleon for short)!

[g-glitc-hyy]

⋆.˚ – Ahhh yes. My favorite pose while making drawings. (HELL YEAH I FINALLY DREW SMTH OTHER THAN REFERENCE SHEETS-) Anyways. I don't really know whar to add here. MAYBE I CAN MAKE THIZ A POST ABOUT MYSELF- But idk whar to put- Even i don't know myself properly- And probably nobody gonna read anyways-

(Some details btw 🐬)

⋆.˚ – SOOOOO, i don't have much to say ahout myself. Just a damn idiot wasting her life w making art everyday. I made too many au's and even though i tried every social media accz my art isn't getting much attention. Like damn. Undertale community ask for smth new but also ignore whenever someone makes a new shit? That sucks. I actually made a whole new multiverse. It's still taking a bit long to finish the referencr sheets though. I mean, c'mon y'all. We're talking about 16 au's and 210 characters to draw. I already finished drawing 3 au's so only 177 character is left. Im doing my best even though the shits happening in my life and my strict parents but my work still ain't getting much attention sadly. Not blaming anyone though. I can't force people to like my arts or characters i guess. I don't really know whar to say- Anyways. These are the au's i have;

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> UnderNova

> MemoryTale

> MemorySwap

> DarkTale

> UnderGlitch

> UnderTime

> BeatsTale

> SplashTale

> FairyTale (And FairyTale au's)

> FairySwap

> FairyFell

> SwapFairy

> FairyShift

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I already finished some of them, and im working on the remaining one's. Most of the Undertale au's has the same thing keep repeating and not having anything much interesting. And mostly people just make oc's to put them into ships or smth. Or just completely focuses on making sanses. I do give attention to my sanses too ye and im guilty about that but i do care about other monsters too. Mostly people don't even give any proper hints about the personality of the other monsters, which is kinda annoying. Like, im not only here for Sans and Papyrus dang give me some Grillby give me some Mettaton too 🙏🙏🙏 Hopefully, my au's and multiverse is gonna be smth pretty new and interesting (i hope). I really appreciate the attention and support since it keeps me motivated. I really do the giggling and feet kicking when i get a notification saying that someone liked my art or commented anything. Anyways. I don't have much to say i guess- I wasn't going to write these too but writed anyways. Not like anybody gonna bother to read this far but eh-

I post the reference sheets on a seperate acc since it looks so messy when i post everything in a single acc. If you wanna see or read about my au's, or want to check the reference sheets, here's my second acc where i post most of the things: @g-glitchy-v2

Anyways. If you read all these and came to this far, thank you so much and i love you. Here's some chocolate for u. ����🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪 Oh. These aren't chocolates? Sorry im kinda colorblind. Here. 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 Hope u enjoy it. (Sorry if there was any grammar issues or smth im posting this at the middle of the night so my braincells are already epping and english isn't my first language and im too lazy to use translate 🐬)

[averageshrimpofan]

back from being dead lol i was finishing my designs for the rest of the cast

I'll be uploading concept art of my designs (that are still not finalized but the concepts are a step away from making the reference sheets which'll be my way of finalizing them) over the week

Now that I'm done I can go back to answering asks before I work on the AU proper; make sure you get any draw requests in before I close the askbox next sunday to finish all the requests

[dovetart]

Dove Tart (They/Them)

Finally drew a proper piece of my fursona >:3 I’ll probably make a reference sheet for them in the future, but honestly, sometimes have a hard time making those kinds of things idk why lol Oh, also, they occasionally have bat wings, I just didn’t draw them this time.

[fluffyxai]

Melyssa the Lamia

Aaaah it's finally here! I've been working on htis ref sheet for a hot minute. I was veeeeery happy with how the main drawing came out! Except that I couldn't fit her necklace on XD Please don't forget her necklace if you can fit it! Melyssa is a character I first drew ages ago as just a one-off thing. a cobra hooded lamia hypnotising berry twist. Then everyone wanted a piece of her coils (I wonder why) and wanted to commission her. So I ended up making her a permenant character. But she's never really had a proper full ref sheet. just whatever I could throw together. THIS HERE is the definitive, up-to-date, accurate reference sheet for Melyssa. You should defer to this one over all others. You are welcome to draw Melyssa or write about her if you would like to.

Melyssa is a beautiful creature that has the upper body resembling a pony and a lower body of a serpentine form. Her long, smooth, shiny coils can easily wrap a pony up all the way! Or maybe even two or three. (they cna change size a little if she needs them too.) She lives in an abandoned temple on the other side of the everfree forest, kinda in the middle of nowhere. (Not the castle of the two sisters, further than that and a different direction I think probably. I dunno, one only ever seems to find Melyssa's abode when they're hopelessly lost!) Melyssa LOVES the feeling of holding ponies in her coils and hugging them. She'll capture ponies and cuddle with them all day. This sounds great, but she also sometimes eats ponies! so be careful. She has a very powerful version of the same magic that the snakes in the Everfree forest do, which lets her dominate a pony's mind and scramble their thoughts, putting them in a lovely, warm and relaxed state of complete freedom from their thoughts and worries. For the price of their complete obedience, of course~ But I hear it feels super nice to have the honour of being put under this beautiful lamia's spell. You just have to understand she'll probably keep you for a while and play with you, maybe letting you think you've shaken off her power and can make an escape for it, only to find out she was playing snake & mouse with you the whole time.

[quibbs126]

And now here’s my 3rd attempt, mostly from yesterday with me finishing up the last one just now

We’re also back to just D-16 now

So I started out trying to do the painting thing again, trying to use darker shading colors since I was told that was a thing to fix. But I didn’t entirely vibe with how the thing was going

Then I finally figured out what @23456df was trying to say on my last post, about volume. Or at least, what I think they were trying to say. Namely about 3D shapes and the fact that I didn’t really have any

So I decided to try a new way of making the characters, namely starting with bases of rectangular prisms. Here’s other versions of the canvas where the shapes are visible

The shape sketches I think are fine, but the struggle for me came from trying to add in the details

I didn’t even try with a proper face on him, because the face was always what ruined it the first time. I realize I have to figure it out at some point, but I don’t know how yet. But the faces I did draw are on a separate layer, so I can replace them if I ever do figure it out

I also need to properly figure out how the shoulder things on D work, because I have absolutely no clue. I also don’t know how the forearm plate works either, as you can see by the fact that it keeps changing

*sigh* this is why I want figures, I tell you

I think I’m getting relatively good at drawing D-16 though. Not sure if these skills will apply to other characters or even Megatron though

I did actually draw Megatron yesterday while at work, but it was on a cardboard sheet that I don’t have with me at the moment. Also the proportions on that sheet are off, but fair enough, I don’t have easy editing or my reference image on traditional, also this is the most I’ve used it in years. But the Megatron didn’t look half bad though

Anyways I don’t remember if I have anything else to add. I’m writing this post in Latin class

All I know is I’m getting there, slowly but surely. But don’t expect a new one by tomorrow or anything, I don’t think I’ll feel like drawing more today, plus I have things to do

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FINALLY made a proper reference sheet for him for my AU

Mostly took inspo from beetles and centipedes, with earwig pincers on the end of his tail, the elytra and wings were based on the monarch wings (duh), and he's got fur just for fun✨️ Finally gave him a pink tint to his blush and flesh, I figured it'd make more sense since I always drew his blood red (I also tried to include the other side of legs on his tail but his reference looked so crowded with them, just pretend they're there)

The small scar on his right side is from WL, the big one on his left is from The Radiance, and the claw marks are from PV/THK :]]