#jellie finally doodles

[jelliedoodles]

caught in the act 😳

a little scene from my friend @smolspideyboi ’s fic!

[originalartblog]

one dozen donutzai please

[funlazoid]

Oh shit she's mad 💔

[gomi-chan]

Three new jelly sketches let's gooooooo

[ccomilk]

turns out the trick to breaking art block is ms paint <3

(ID below cut bc it is quite long!)

[ID: various MS Paint doodles of Hermitcraft people. the first drawing is Grian and Scar hugging each other, while both putting "kick me" signs on each other's back.

the second image consist of Scar and Jellie, Grian looking angrily at Scar's chest and them in the "cover them up slut" meme, Mumbo comparing his height against Ranboo (who is significantly taller somehow) while Grian stares up from waist-height, and Grian riding on Mumbo's shoulders.

the third image is various drawings of Creature Grian. he is jumping around, sleeping, and looking generally monstrous. in one doodle he's hugging Mumbo. a small doodle at the bottom is of OP giving a thumbs-up and saying "how to kill art-block: MS Paint".

the final image is drawings of Ren and Doc, including Ren as a puppy, Ren yelling at something, and King Ren giving Doc puppy eyes, who is coldly saying "no". End ID.]

[zvdvdlvr]

Can you make something for Wednesday about Her crying and running into r dorm?

⎯ ❝ jellies ❞ | wednesday addams

☆ - synopsis :: Wednesday wasn't used to emotions other than anger, so when there was an odd sensation in her throat and eyes she goes to the one person who could get her sane again.

☆ - warnings :: crying, female reader, ooc wednesday?, sadness, character death (a fictional character kicks the bucket in a double fictional book), aquarium date >:p

☆ - playlist :: track one ,, track two ,, track three ,, track four ,, track five

☆ - notes :: i want to go to the aquarium with her and let her tell me morbid facts about the sea 😝🫂 MALE READER VERSION HERE! (currently in progress!)

☆ - ver. :: female! reader. [MALE READER VERSION HERE! (currently in progress!)]

Wednesday sat back in her seat, letting the hard wood dig into her spine. Tiny needles pricked behind her eyes in a particularly painful way while Wednesday struggled to process the words she just read. The raven haired girl felt her stomach seize in body- a sensation that normally felt thrilling but now made her feel overwhelmed in a bad way.

She kept reading. Wednesday's already cold body grew even colder. She gnawed onher lip and couldn't tell why her vision was blurring- unless she was unaware that she was stabbed and was curently suffering from a bad case of exsanguination.

Despite her discomfort in reading on, Wednesday finished the last few paragraphs of the chapter and started to her girlfriend's dorm.

Flinging the door open, Wednesday stood in the doorway of y/n's dorm. Octavia, y/n's dormmate, was out. y/n was on her bed, doodling in her sketchbook while listening to music at a quiet volume. After a few seconds, y/n looked upto see her visitor. y/n raised a brow at Wednesday's expression.

"You look like you were force fed an orange and then got sentanced to the electric chair," y/n blurted. Her eyes widened at her own words and a part of Wednesday wanted to smirk at her girlfriend's statement.

"I would much rather prefer the electric chair than this... Hell," Wednesday spat as she made her way over to where y/n sat. Shoving the bookmarked book into y/n's hands, the eldest Addams child waited until y/n read what happened with her body frozen. "I hate this. My eyes- my eyes feel odd. Like there is somethi- like I got pepper sprayed. I feel..."

y/n eyed Wednesday. "You feel sad?"

Wednesday shuddered. "Yes," she mumbled.

The two sat in silence. Wednesday relaxed slightly, leaning over slowly until her shoulder touched y/n's. She hd her breath and waited for a reaction- exhaling when y/n rested her head on Wednesday's. "I have an idea. It might help to take your mind off of your book, y'know, until you're ready to start again," y/n spoke up finally.

Wednesday

sighed and opened her eyes. "Only if it involves a handful of screaming victims and a knife," she answered half-heartedly.

y/n detached herself from Wednesday and grabbed keys, her wallet, and took a drink of water from one of her water bottles before moving toward the door. "Even better! Let's go, 'Day."

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"Are you allowed to do this?" Wednesday asked with a raised eyebrow as y/n drove down the road, away from the school.

Switching on the radio and her phone, y/n shrugged. "I have my license and a car- pull up the playlist labeled 'late night drives with pookie'- and Weems didn't say I couldn't… It's not like you'd care if we snuck out anyway," y/n smirked, eying Wednesday as she rolled her eyes and pulled up the playlist y/n wanted.

After handing y/n back her phone, Wednesday looked out the window as 'Les' by Childish Gambino filtered through the air. In all honesty, y/n was right: Wednesday didn't care if they got in trouble. It's not like they'd get kicked out for going… well, Wednesday didn't know where they were going but probably nowhere that would get the pair expelled.

"Where are we going?"

y/n smiled at Wednesday's tiny hand unconsciously reaching for y/n's. "An aquarium."

"There aren't any aquariu- oh." They were going out out. Like, out of county probably.

"Do you not want to go?"

No, I want to go. "I couldn't care any less," Wednesday stated, still looking out the window. She didn't see y/n's impish grin as she drove.

About ten minutes into their drive, the lowly rumble of thunder accompanied Lana del Rey's 'Ride'. Night fell slowly, revealing the fading reds and oranges. Wednesday switched between looking at the sky through the window and looking at y/n. y/n had one hand on the wheel and another resting on the centre console.

The drive in total was about an hour and Wednesday would never admit it but she was dozing off. Anyway, y/n got out and pulled a couple twenties from her wallet and put them in her pocket. "Come on, love," she said to Wednesday.

It was still raining a little bit, but the pair didn't mind. As she approached the building, Wednesday observed the stained glass above the entrance. She liked the deep blues and emerald greens and the design. Wednesday just liked stained glass in general.

"Are you looking for any species in particular, Day?" y/n asked happily after paying for both of them.

Wednesday made a mental note to pay y/n back. Yes. "No," she answered shortly.

"Okay," y/n responded in the same tone as before.

The pair passed multiple boring things that neither Wednesday nor y/n payed attention to. Eventually, they both started seeing cooler things. The main three attractions, though, where the piranhas, otters, and jellyfish

They both split apart but made sure to keep within a 10 foot radius of each other. Wednesday wandered to see the piranhas while y/n asked where they were availiable for purchase. After the piranhas, y/n made a point to go see the otters.

Three otters were in the water. Two mostly kept to themselves but the third and smallest otter was proudly showing off. The little guy swam really close to y/n, making her smile brightly at the creatures in front of her.

After prying y/n away from the otter section, the couple found themselves at a door. The door let them down a hall filled with tanks of different species of jellyfish. Wednesday opened the door and they both stepped in.

"Damn," y/n whispered. Because of the late time, there weren't many people at the aquarium, so there wasn't anyone in the jellyfish area.

The lights were so dim you cod probably say they weren't even on. There were small colored lights in the tanks that matched the color that was used to illuminate the words written in the plaque near the tanks that talks about the jelly.

Wednesday awkwardly grasped y/n's hand and they started looking at the jellyfish. Sea nettles, small compass jellies and one tiny immortal jellyfish all pulsed around the water, reflecting the wonder on y/n's features- something Wednesday didn't see much of.

"I love jellyfish, Wednesday Addams," y/n murmured, watching the boneless creatures with soft eyes.

Wednesday didn't know it but she looked at y/n the same way she looked at the jellies. "I am observant enough to know that on my own," she replied quietly. "Jellyfish kill eight times as many people per year than sharks."

"I bet."

A comfortable quiet fell over the two as they kept walking. Wednesday didn't really remember much- she was too busy watching y/n. Wednesday hadn't seen y/n like this ever. It was nice, actually, to see her enjoyment. Maybe she wanted an excuse to leave the school and used Wednesday's… emotions as said excuse. In any case, Wednesday was having a pleasantly calm time.

"Moon jellies," y/n whispered to herself. She unthreaded her fingers from Wednesday's and walked over to the open tank that sat just near the exit. The lighting had gotten brighter, revealing a sign that said 'MOON JELLYFISH- SAFE TO TOUCH! DO NOT REMOVE FROM WATER OR TRY TO CONSUME'. A smaller sign was taped to the previous saying that the attendant will be back shortly.

"Are you going to touch one?" y/n asked, rolling up her sleeves. "They're considered safe to touch because the moon jellyfish's sting isn't powerful enough to penetrate human skin. Just… in case you didn't know," y/n explained.

"I know. I do not want to touch the Aurelia aurita," she answered.

She watch y/n dip her hand into the cold water and let her fingers brush the bell of one of the medium sized jellies. y/n let out a breathless laugh, running a knuckle over another bell of a small jellyfish. "So tiny," she mumbled, twirling her finger around the water above a jellyfish barely even six inches.

"Move," Wednesday said, rolling up her sweater sleeve. She mirrored y/n's actions, petting the jellyfish's bell. Despite the frigid water, Wednesday felt a warmth form in her lower belly that spread up her sternum and down her arms and into her head. She felt the warmth travel down her legs and settle into her toes as she basked in the presence of her beautiful girlfriend.

☆ - ☆ - ☆ - bonus

"Did that… take your mind off of your book, love?" y/n asked when they slid into a booth of a lone Steak 'n Shake.

"Yes. It did. Th-I appreciate it. Thank you, y/n." Wednesday's stutter made y/n chuckle.

"Of course, darling."

[luciddaydreamsstuff]

Desert Duo Doodles! I am in way too many fandoms to count, including content creators and whatnot. It wasn’t until a doodle of some CCs that I realised how many were MCYTs. But I wanted to draw these two cause I liked how I drew Scar in the other original doodle and have drawn Grian a bunch but constantly changed the design. Now I have one that I like.

Under the cut are the individual drawings plus stickers that I forgot to add to the original but decided fuck it it’s done, plus some explanation about design choices and headcanons. (Does anyone even care about that?) Idk and idc, I’ll ramble anyways.

(you don’t have to read the stuff, I don’t really care, but you can if you want)

First off, this one was annoying since it was supposed to be a hug. I was too lazy to draw the Third/Sercet Life outfits, so they are in their default outfits with crowns representing the fact that they won at least one of the Life games.

Ramble: For Grian’s design, I wanted to keep the bird/avian hybrid but also reference other series or past friend. The Life series has the poppy has memorabilia, the blue and red bracelet represents YHS/TS, and the eye necklace is for Evo. The tail is more so a mix of Watcher magic and Avian DNA, bird feet cause why not. The wing ears are hidden to look similar enough to his regular hair, I like to imagine that wing ears are a rarer trait and to not draw too much attention, he would use Watcher magic to change the colour of the wing ears to match his hair. The freckles are based off of the idea that Angel Dust’s freckles are actually just eyes (which were shown in the show), and I liked that idea. He didn’t have freckles before Evo but after in Hermitcraft he did, they are just eyes that are always closed though he can see out of them. It’ll be clearer in the next piece, but his eyes are based off of some bird eyes so a black sclera with coloured pupils. Grian just hides his eyes under his hair since they are more sensitive than normal. Also I didn’t wanna draw his eyes cause it was one of the things I kept changing before.

I’ll go into Scar later since it’s just a half body but he goes by the same rule of his outfit showing where he’s been. So the poppy and lavender for Third Life and the heart necklace for Secret Life. The earrings are based off of the crystals from Season 7.

Alter Egos! Or at least Hot Guy and Arianna Griande. Not much here, but you can see what I meant with the eyes beforehand.

Also, I can’t be the only one to notice or at least point out that Ari and Cute Guy have like the same or a least a very similar colour palette of pink and white.

Final one, and the two are taking a much needed nap. This could take place anywhere though I like to imagine somewhere in Double Life or somewhere between Season 7 - 10

(also I find it very funny how close these two’s bases were for Season 6 - 10. both were near each other in the futuristic district of season six, then next door neighbours at the start of season seven, I don’t need to mention much besides boatem in season eight, again near the start and most of season nine with Scarland and Grian’s timejump build, then finally again in season ten with Magic Mountain. just funny to me for some reason)

Ramble: Scar is like a hybrid between an elf/fae creature and a cat centaur (that I cannot remember the proper name for). The cat half is based off of Jellie, RIP, and his body is scarred because well I mean the dude is accident-prone it’s bound to happen. I imagine that Scar would wear slightly baggy outfits, like they hang off just a bit to not hug his figure. His hair is more based off of Season 9 with him leaning into the whole elf aesthetic, and I both hate and like the hair but whatever. Idk, I kinda just wanted to make him centaur based cause that visual isn’t something I see often. I imagine that hind legs are weaker than the front so he would switch between a cane and a wheelchair that you would see for animals. I might draw that later idk, but yea

If you actually took the time to read this incoherent mess, idk comment a content creator you like, no matter how niche they may be

[wrioxsyay]

Summary - You confess to the schools most popular student.

Warnings? - cringe, probs bad grammar and spelling, bullying??, light angst idk, gojo himself is a warning, reader uses she/her pronouns.

Notes - THIS IS SATIRE LMFAOOO. Ngl this is gonna be the shittest post I'll ever make on here.

Dedicated to Melly 💕💕

Mean!gojo x shy!reader

It was a beautiful summery day when you had decided that you had started talking to your friends about if you should confess your feelings to the most popular guy at school, Satoru Gojo. All your friends had told you not to fall for him because he was a player and would probably and let's be honest would most likely either reject you in the worst way possible or play with your feelings, but did you listen? No.

The thought of falling for Gojo hadn't actually crossed your mind at the start of the year, you even quite disliked him but suddenly halfway through the year you had realized that you indeed had a crush on him. At first you kept quiet and decided to not tell your friends but knowing them they caught on quick and figured it out, giving you shit about it all up until now. All of them had said multiple times that if you were to at least fall for someone, fall for his best friend, Geto, because at least if he rejected you, he would let you don't softly, but alas you didn't listen as your heart was set on Gojo through and through.

So you called up your best friend and asked her if she could help you with your confession, asking questions like: "how should I do it?" "Do you think he likes me back?" "What do I say?" Stuff like that until you had decided on simply catching him whenever and pulling him to the side and confessing your feelings.

It was the next day and you had woken up feeling excited, enough for your parents to mentally question why their daughter had a pep in her step, like you had physically skipped down the stairs to breakfast.

You had walked into school feeling excited but nervous as ever, you just hoped you wouldn't get rejected. Finding your friends near their lockers you greeted him.

"Hey guys!" You said sheepishly. Everyone had said hi back before one of your friends asked. "Are you going to confess today?" In a sort of joking manor, almost like she doesn't believe you will do it (she doesn't but you don't need to know that.) "Y-yea I am" you replied shyly looking up at her, "I'm gonna try catching him at lunch". As you said that, all of your friends gave each other a look and wished you luck as the bell rang and you made your way to your first class.

As time went on you started to get more nervous, tapping your foot on the ground, clicking your pen annoying the living daylights out of your teachers and trying to doodle to take your mind off of things. You had left your class as slow as you could before leaving and going to find your friends first to gather some courage. After you had found your friends and dropped off your bag, you trotted off to find your crush.

When you eventually found him hanging outside near the courts with his friend Geto you stood there for a moment second guessing whether you should go and confess. Then the thought of if you finally decide to confess, he MIGHT just accept your confession and you could live the happy relationship life you wanted, so you gathered up all the courage you could and walked over as confidently as you could.

Eventually he noticed you walking over and as a smirk spread across his face, you started to get nervous when Geto turned to look at you. It must have been obvious what you were about to do because a look of pity spread across Geto's face and your confident facade faltered a little.

"H-hi!" You said nervously, your heart thumping in your chest. "Hey" Gojo had replied in that playful way that would make you go jelly. "What's up?" He asked. You didn't respond for a moment before replying with : "Can I talk to you?....Alone?"

".."

'wow that came out more awkward than I thought' you said to yourself as Geto and Gojo shared a look.

"Okay...." He said slowly before he started to walk in the opposite direction motioning for you to follow. You and Geto exchange awkward smiles as you walk past him and hurry to catch up with the blue eyed male. Once he had stopped and you awkwardly stood in front of you he asked you what you wanted to say.

Tucking a strand behind your ear shyly you look up at him from under your lashes and start to talk.

"I-I like you Gojo-kun.."

Silence.

Mentally cursing yourself you wonder why you stuttered in front of him. You think of simply telling him not to bother with answering and just run away when suddenly he says something.

"....What?"

You wince before stating again that you like him, stuttering even more. You thought that his silence and him saying "what" meant that he was going to confess back but imagine your horror when you start to hear the sound of laughter roaring out from the person in front of you. Your heart drops to the pits of your stomach as you look around in horror to find almost everyone in the near vicinity staring at you guys. As his laughter starts to subside you start to hear those dreaded words.

"You like me? What type of idiot do you take me for to like you??"

You said nothing as tears welled up in your eyes and people around you start to whisper and chatter as he wasn't exactly quiet about it.

"o-oh-....my bad then, I'm sorry" you say before turning around to find Geto coming over with a frown on his face. You speed walk past as you hear him start to scold Gojo for rejecting you the way he did. Your tears were now rolling down your face like you had been slapped while you quickly tried to find your friends. Word of your rejection must have spread around the school fast because everyone in the halls were whispering and staring making you feel even worse.

You eventually found your friends and simply grabbed your bag and left, you didn't care for what your friends were saying in that moment.

Hot diggity dog 😭 y'all I think I made this a whole ass fic instead of it being satire 💔💔 mb gang

[solarmorrigan]

Eddie leaves the lights on for Steve.

The two of them are off schedule right now — Steve is stuck on late shifts and Eddie is working early mornings; more often than not Eddie is asleep by the time Steve stumbles in, but Eddie always leaves a light on.

He knows Steve’s least favorite part of working late (amid a myriad of perfectly good reasons to hate working late) is coming home to see the apartment quiet and dark. It reminds him a little too sharply of the years he spent in his parents’ empty house, feeling small and alone in a maze of cold, impersonal rooms, so Eddie gives him a little sign of life.

Sometimes it’s the hall light, illuminating Eddie’s keys and wallet on their rickety side table, where Steve’s join them in short order.

Sometimes it’s the kitchen light, showing Steve some kind of snack Eddie’s left out for him to inhale before bed (it’s never anything special, per se; nine times out of ten it’s just peanut butter and jelly, but it’s usually the first thing Steve will get to eat all evening and he doesn’t have to make it himself, so it’s actually the greatest thing in the world).

Sometimes the bathroom light is on, which quickly becomes Steve’s favorite because it’s often accompanied by little notes stuck to the mirror – colorful pieces of paper covered in doodles, or declaring Eddie’s over-the-top devotion in sleepy misspellings, or snatches of song lyrics (and once, memorably, Eddie’s “To Do” list for the next day, under the heading of which he’d only written Steve’s name; Steve had snorted so hard trying not to laugh that he may have actually damaged something).

Tonight, it’s the living room light. That one’s new.

And what Eddie’s left in the living room for Steve to find is, in fact, Eddie himself. He’s dressed in boxers and an old t-shirt, as if he’d been preparing to go to sleep but had instead planted himself on the sofa in front of the old movie playing on the TV. He’s made it to sleep anyway, though, snoring quietly with his head thrown back against the top of the couch.

Steve shuts off the TV and gives Eddie a gentle shake.

“Eddie. Hey,” he says, quiet but firm, “time for bed. Your back’s gonna kill you if you sleep like that, and then I’ll have to listen to you bitch about it all day tomorrow.”

Eddie puts up a little resistance, frowning and shifting away from the shaking of Steve’s hand on his shoulder, but once he finally wakes and blinks away the bleariness, he smiles as his eyes land on Steve.

“Hello,” he murmurs.

“Hey.” Steve can’t help but laugh a little, even as he’s cupping a warm hand around the back of Eddie’s neck with the beginnings of worry expanding in his chest. “What are you doing up?”

The drowsy smile remains firmly on Eddie’s face, and he pushes through any of Steve’s concerns about nightmares or aching scars playing up by reaching up to cradle Steve’s jaw in his palms. “Just wanted to see your pretty face,” he says, just the right side of smarmy. “And here it is.”

He leans in for a kiss that Steve returns with warm enthusiasm, but which is ended too soon by a jaw-cracking yawn from Eddie. Steve shakes his head, standing from the couch and pulling Eddie up with him.

“Seriously, though, what are you doing out here? You have to work tomorrow.”

Eddie shrugs. “Just thought I’d wait up for you. Figured it’d be nice to come home to, or some shit.”

“Oh.”

It’s all Steve can think of saying, really, because – well, no one’s ever done that before. No one has ever waited up for him, has ever altered their schedule just to welcome him home, has ever done so much just to remind him that he isn’t alone.

“Should I… not have done that?” Eddie asks, and Steve realizes that he’s been quiet, unresponsive, for a moment too long. “Because if it’s weird or something, then–”

Steve swoops in for another kiss, stealing the rest of Eddie’s anxious words and swallowing them down, pressing his gratitude and his love into the shape of Eddie’s mouth.

“Thank you,” Steve breathes when they pull apart.

“Yeah. No problem,” Eddie says, his voice soft and not at all as casual as he’s probably aiming for.

“I love seeing you when I come home– even if you are out cold on the couch,” Steve teases.

“Okay, falling asleep was not part of the plan,” Eddie breaks off with a yawn. “God, what time is it, anyway?”

Steve glances at the VCR, but he’s too tired to get his eyes to focus well enough to read the time. He takes a stab at guessing. “11:30, I think?”

“Oh god,” Eddie groans, dropping his head against Steve’s shoulder. “Not even fucking midnight. I’m old, Steve.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve pries Eddie away and turns him so he can chivy him down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Just sell me to the glue factory now, get it over with,” Eddie continues, and Steve laughs.

“But if I do that, no one will be around to leave the lights on for me.”

Heaving an enormous sigh, Eddie flops down on the bed. “I guess.”

Steve effectively hides his laughter by stripping his work shirt up and over his head. “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he says.

“For you?” Eddie asks, watching as Steve tosses his shirt towards the hamper and sets to work on his pants. “Nah. Never.”

There’s a sleepy sort of sincerity in Eddie’s gaze when Steve looks back up at him, something raw and real and warm, that makes Steve unable to doubt him, even for a moment.

Something that promises the lights will always be on when Steve needs them.

[sharpilu]

finally finished Pearl and Scar! didn't have doodle ideas so i just did design notes. sorry for the messy handwriting.

also the Jellie doodle is how she looks in the hermitcat au. she is tiny and has no pupils.

[jelliedoodles]

shhh, they’re sleeping

[kairiscorner]

Musta po!! Hope your having a good day ^^, if you don’t mind i wanna request a wholesome/comedic fic :)) Okay, so I randomly though this afternoon — Spidernoir x Filipino-Spider!reader. Where Noir is in the reader’s dimension and the reader’s just introducing him to filipino food/snacks after a long day of battling criminals HAHSHSS

HI PO, oooooo that's so cute <:) I LAVET, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333 tangena nagutom ako habang nagdedesign ng header LMAO

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

food trip with noir

after a long day of fighting criminals and beating down villains, you and noir had the tradition of going on food trips to recharge and feel less agitated from battle. it was your turn this week, and boy did you have a lot you wanted to show him. the first place you took him to was a local panciteria, you knew the owner, they always snuck you extra noodles and more meat on your pancit, you were their favorite customer.

noir loved the scents in the panciteria, and when he joined you to order, you asked him if you two could just... share a plate. "oh, y'know, it's to save on costs as well. besides, i might not be able to finish..." he said as he tried, and failed, to appear like he didn't have any ulterior motives with this whole 'sharing a plate' idea. you agreed though, and noir absolutely loved the pancit. you fed him some with your fork and even though he said it'd be better to get one plate to save money, he couldn't help himself, he wanted more.

after the pancit, you two got some desserts at a local chowking. you introduced him to the beauty that was halo-halo. and the minute noir saw the purple ice cream scoop of ube on top, he already knew it was gonna be good. he couldn't get enough of the gulaman and leche flan toppings on the halo-halo, to say he really loved it was an understatement. "love, this... oh goodness, i love the ube ice cream on this, and is this jelly? oh and flan? this is on the same level as egg creams for me, that's it, we're going here all the time now, please!" he'd exclaim with a dorky grin as he had some smears of ube ice cream on his lips.

finally, to end things off, you visited a local fries stand, the beloved potato corner. you ordered a small one since you guys already had dinner and some dessert, and you just knew noir had to try this. it was a staple of your childhood and still is a staple of your daily life, you hoped noir would like it, but when noir saw the cute little mascot doodle in LED lights, he already fell in love with it. you shared your fries with noir, and after a little while, it was gone in a flash.

"what? that was it...? aww, well, maybe we can get more next time. it's concerning how addicting these potato cuts are, but gosh darn it, they're amazing." he beamed as you smiled and pointed out how orange his lips and finger pads were, and he pointed out you had the same, even after he watched you lick it off!

noir loved the snacks and meals you showed him every time it was your turn to lead the food trip, it felt like he was sharing in bits of you, seeing as how you loved these foods ever since you were younger and how you still love them to this day. and yes, he did convince peni and ham to go with him to a potato corner with you guys and fought over the fries.

[funlazoid]

Doodles i did in my unused ahh planner ‼️

[gomi-chan]

Box jellyfish sketch concepts

[wackiwhimsi]

Happy Fridayy :3

So happy the weekend is finally here! 😭 I can finally set aside more time to actually draw/color (and play Splatfest this weekend! :p) … I haven’t posted anything of mine for a bit on here so I figured I’d share this WIP with yall- WENDY BABEYYY!!!🎀💖🩷✨

These started out as doodles but then I figured I’d do the lineart and color them up. Experimenting with mixed media (watercolor pencils, crayons, jelly roll pens, markers, etc.) … these lack some life for now but this weekend I should be able to finish the full coloring/shading/detail :3 …

Enjoy ur Friday everybody!!! (And happy Splatfest to those participating :D)

[funky-fox-fics]

A/N: you didn't include a prompt with your proof, so I chose a meta fic on the poll itself as a catfight.

“And now…” calls the announcer, raising a hand— “Nefarious Anglerfish versus Jellie!”

Jellie crouches in the arena, stares at this Anglerfish, and her neck fur prickles. The Anglerfish is a tottering things, trapped in a box, its tail hanging over its head limply. Its fur is white and smooth and its eyes are dark and wide. It stares at her, takes a step forward. Jellie steps back, stumbles, hisses deep in her throat. Something is wrong with this cat. Something is wrong here. 

She remembers the other cats she’s killed to get here—two others, both gingers. She remembers taking them down, going for the neck, tearing them apart with sharp teeth. Her tail lashes, whip-quick and frantic. Jellie tries to meet the Anglerfish’s eyes, and it does not focus on her. Its box wobbles on soft legs that look like cat trees.

Somewhere, beyond her, the audience is booing her. They cheer on the Anglerfish, scorn her for her owner—scorn her for her father—scorn her for her lightness, the way she holds herself as a queen, the way her paws flicker into blocks if she concentrates. They scorn her father for something he is not, something he has never been, something that someone he has never met has done, and they think themselves right—and at her scorning, the Anglerfish strengthens and senses her weakness.

Jellie meows, low and long, glances quick-sharp around. Her ears flatten against her skull. She dodges a swipe, clumsy and blunt, and it strikes a shallow scratch on her flank. She nearly launches herself at the Anglerfish, and then decides firmly against it. She has nowhere to bite, not with this strange Anglerfish—not even a cat! Not even a cat! This beast is neither cat nor robot, but a fish, and Jellie—she reigns over Scarland and the Diamond Throne, and she is losing to this Anglerfish.

Somewhere, beyond her, she hears a cheer for her.

She pricks her ears, and—there! A member of the audience brings more who love her, who enjoy her, who know who she is. And they bring more, and they cheer her on—oh, the Anglerfish’s criers are strong, but they offer all they can to bribe the indecisive, and she lifts her head and bathes in the praise.

A lunge from the Anglerfish throws her off, and she gets up, tail whipping, spitting fury. The Anglerfish seems indifferent, impassive. She will live forever in every world she enters, while this Anglerfish is but a passing moment, a mechanical construct that ebbs in time. And she is more than a memory. She is more than a contestant in a ring, watched by an audience that hates and loves her both—somewhere, someone offers their writing up, somewhere someone offers a doodle, both for her, none for the Anglerfish, she digs her claws into the stone below and fluffs up her fur and snarls.

The Anglerfish finally lets out a low, moaning noise, like a cow, like indigestion. Jellie steps back, steps to the side, circles the enemy. She glimpses a scoreboard, two options, and two faint images—one of herself, one of the Anglerfish.

(She remembers—cold-dark-black. She remembers—waking in another arena, with a soft ginger tom staring her down—its fur spiked along its back, its eyes glowing yellow. She remembers—hearing them cry, hearing them sing, hearing them shout. She remembers—taking her claws and bringing them down and tearing and killing and falling back. She remembers dying. She remembers reviving. She remembers dying again, and being brought back against this monstrosity, and she remembers raising her head and howling triumph to those who would listen. 

She does not remember this crowd.)

The audience meets her eyes, in all their chaotic cheering. She can hardly hear the Anglerfish’s criers, or perhaps that is her indulging her ego. The arena flickers with danger, and Jellie’s heart beats a-thump a-thump a-thump in her chest. The Anglerfish staggers toward her, and she leaps out of the way with the swiftness of a deer.

How did it get this far? Perhaps by its weight—she knows that if she manages to get herself caught under that box, she will be crushed by it, Perhaps its tail lit and entranced a few polls ago—if she squints, she can still see a faint pulsing glow, like a heartbeat, like a glow squid—but even if it does work now, it does not work on her, survivor of the Turf and the Life Series and the Buttercup wars. It does not work on her, she who has all this song of love in her ears.

(Beyond her, the crowd chants her name—beyond her, her fans hope desperately—beyond her, the crowd erupts in discordant clamor.)

She bats at the soft carpet that lines the Anglerfish’s box, and she tears out some. Then more comes, her claws shredding the soft, ripping it away. Her startled meows rise to a triumphant screech, and she takes to the Anglerfish as she does any other task—in vibrant bursts and sharp claws and a bloodthirsty yowl in her throat. 

For Scar, she thinks, and remembers her death—and then, with a shriek, she dives into this final competition, bloody and desperate and biting.

She will not disappoint.