#this is an old drawing because i forgot to draw him again for his birthday oopsie

[kiamands]

birthday boy (my boy)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[strawberryspence]

Okay yeah this is going to be corny whatever. They deserve the corniness. Eddie calls Steve sweetheart and yeah, Steve loves every bit of it. But the first time Steve calls Eddie a petname, Eddie freezes and he tears up.

Steve has been calling him Eds since they became friends and Eddie loves it. Only Steve calls him that and it's a nickname for his nickname.

Eddie also knows that Steve wants to call him something. They once talked about it when they start dating. Eddie explaining to him why he calls Steve sweetheart. Steve said nothing was good enough for Eddie, baby or babe is sweet but it's just not Eddie. He wants it to be good because Eddie calls him sweetheart and means it.

The thing is Steve doesn't know this kind of love. He grew up alone, with parents who showed him that love was sleeping in two separate rooms and still going together out of town, with parents who forgot holidays and birthdays. He's only starting to learn what love is after Nancy, the real one, without bullshit, with the help of the kids, and Robin and Eddie.

Eddie's kind, has the kindest heart Steve's seen on anyone. He's been given the toughest shit from a young age with his family situation, struggling to be gay and being bullied. The whole Vecna debacle proves this, like what town goes after one guy without zero evidence? Despite all that Eddie is still kind. He forgives Steve, without a moment of hesitation, when Steve apologizes for all the shit he did in high school. He helps the old lady at the grocery store even if she lectures him about satanism. He helps swing the random kid on the swing even if their mom glares at him. He can't adopt random pets, but he has about 6 cats he has to feed everyday. Steve sees it everyday.

Eddie's gentle. Yeah, laugh it up. But he is, Steve says. He hides it well, Steve will give that to him. Eddie's gentle in his black shirt, ripped jeans, dark eyeliner, rings that could make your nose bleed and a tough exterior that could scare you away. But he is gentle. Gentle with the way he holds Steve when the nightmares catch up on him, the way he paints miniature figurines, the way he draws on El's tattoo with a marker, no matter how many times it has been, the way he wakes up Wayne, always with a cup of coffee. Steve sees it everyday.

Eddie's brave. He still doesn't believe Steve that he is, some days he believes it, but there are days that he still doesn't. Still regrets running away from Chrissy and not helping Fred. Steve reassures him that he is brave. He is brave in the way he loves so loudly and so openly. He is brave with the way he expresses his true self so freely without fear. He was brave, when he followed them to the Upside Down, was brave with Chrissy and Fred, was brave in his almost last moment. He is brave for continuing to fight every day. Steve sees it everyday.

Eddie's a lot of good things, and Steve can list it all in one sitting if he wants to.

Steve's watching the latest episode of Golden Girls when the timer beeps. Eddie's in the kitchen, sitting on the breakfast bar, writing like a maniac for the next campaign.

"Eds! Can you please get the cookies? I don't want to get up! The guy Rose slept with died on her bed!" He can hear Eddie laughing from the kitchen as he shouts an Okay.

Steve's immersed on the episode's story, just as Eddie comes waltzing into the room, gloved hand holding the tray full of cookies.

"Sweetheart, the cookies came out good!"

Steve nods, he doesn't even look at the tray, not wanting to miss a piece of this episode, "I know."

Eddie cackles, setting the tray at the coffee table, "Can I have one? Or is it only for annoying, invasive 16 year olds?"

Steve snickers, still not paying attention, "Of course you can have one, love."

Eddie freezes, just standing there, one hand reaching for a cookie, one hand still wearing the mittens. Steve immediately clocks this, is it Vecna again? That can't be they killed him.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Eddie nods, but something is wrong, Steve knows because Eddie's tearing up. He hits mute on the tv, focusing his full attention to Eddie. He'll just watch it on a rerun.

"What happened? You're scaring me, love." Eddie makes another chocked out sound, collapsing beside Steve as Steve scoops him into his arms.

"You... You called me love."

And yeah, Steve did. He didn't plan it, it wasn't even on the list of petnames when Steve was deliberating what to call Eddie. It just slipped out.

But it made so much sense. Love is... love is the warmth of a cup that says "worlds best uncle" full of coffee in the morning. It's the soft, worn out yellow sweater you wear on bad days. It's the beat you tap your hands to, a song that saved your lives. It's fresh baked cookies. It's in kind gestures, gentle hugs and brave actions.

Love is kind and gentle and brave. Love is who Eddie Munson is.

"Yeah... I guess I did."

Eddie smiles at him, tears still brimming in his eyes as they look at each other.

He looks soft. Maybe Steve will add that to the list of what love means for him. Soft.

"You still want that cookie, love?"

Eddie nods, "Please, sweetheart."

Steve sees it everyday. He sees love. He wakes up with it everyday, cooks with it, sleeps with it, reads with it.

Yeah, love really is the perfect petname for Eddie.

[siphoklansan]

Introducing…𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

mentioned: Lilia Vanrouge, Anan Atthakornmetha, Charin Kamolnath

꧁𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝗼𝐫𝐧𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚꧂

มธุรา อัฐกรเมธา 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

“Exiled to the deep, where the nagas reside; never to return again.”

Height : 197 cm.

Birthday : 9th of May

Age : 700+

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands (Attidaya)

Best Subject : None.

Club : None.

Talents : Ancient Magic, Fighting

Hobby : Taking care of his pet naga (Nham)

Dislikes : royalty

Favorite Food : Miang kham (เมี่ยงคำ)

Least Favorite Food : Unseasoned, plain food.

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜꧂

- 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝗺𝐲: The ability to manipulate a large amount of individuals (specifically an army) at once to turn viciously attack their own. This ability can only be activated when Mathura uses a special flute. The drawback to this ability is unknown, possibly minor fatigue.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧: Warriors are adorned with talisman (tattoos) , giving wearers resistance to black magic and blot. And also some resistance to normal physical damage (ex. a normal blade, a bullet)

- 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: A skill obtained from battles near and/or in the sea, Mathura is able to breathe underwater.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚꧂

- Mathura is based on the Ramakien character Maiyarap (ไมยราพ)! Maiyarap is a violent yaksha with light purple skin, and is a dangerous warrior who later on died by the hands of Hanuman.

- It took me painful hours to come up with his Unique Magic name, and I even had help from my sister😭 So the name is not the best, I know </3

- Maiyarap had two abilities, one is to make an entire army to fall asleep by his flute, and second is to turn invisible👁️👁️. I wanted something along those lines for Mathura, but I realized that the original ability is similar to Malleus’s.

- I really, really like the name “Maiyarap” and initially wanted to use that name but I decided not to because Mathura is based on him, not a carbon copy of him.

- The rose carving on his earring symbolizes the flowers on a dancer’s crown (ชฎา), which also means that Mathura does dancing in his free time!

- Mathura’s purple hair is purely based on the fact that Maiyarap had purple skin✨

- Unfortunately, Mathura is usually in the deep sea so he is technically considered an NPC. But I can promise that there will be appearances of him in my big project (regarding the mysterious oc of mine 👀)

- Not so fun fact, I redrew him 3-4 times. Those were not happy times at all. I suddenly forgot how to draw old men and I struggled SO bad.

- Mathura is dressed like the uncle next door (for those SEA fans out there, yes he’s only clad in a towel wrapped around his hips) but tbh his age would make him more like a great great great great great great great grandpa next door-

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚꧂

- Mathura Atthakornmetha was the general of Attidaya (East of Scalding Sands) for centuries until he was exiled to the deep sea due to treason.

- The deep sea in Attidaya is home to sea dragons known as naga, and Mathura has made one his own pet named Nham!

- As his surname suggests, he is Anan’s uncle! However, they have only met on several occasions, and Anan was still a child in those times.

- Charin knows Mathura very well, since Mathura was his mentor back in the deep sea. They cut ties as soon as word got around that Charin was getting fighting lessons from a criminal though, yikes😟

- Mathura was a very strict and ruthless mentor at that time, and he’s guilty of it ever since Charin left. He couldn’t help but think that maybe he should’ve been more gentle with the merman, since he was such a young boy :(

- The huge gash on his chest was caused by none other than Anan’s father right before the verdict that leads to Mathura’s exile.

- Mathura is a very…unhinged and vulgar type of guy. He’s incredibly blunt too, will tell you straight on about what he thinks and feels. He’s not the type to sugarcoat his words, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel bad about it afterwards…..on rare occasions.

- Mathura sucks, and I mean SUCKS at naming things. Never let this man name your pet cuz bro named his own pet naga Nham, which literally means WATER.

- “Well, she’s in the water and she’s a sea dragon, so?” <— his words

- Speaking about his pet naga, he babies her so much. He would clean her scales as a hobby. He just loves taking of a sea dragon that can swallow him hole🥰 would use a baby voice to talk to her too-

- You might be thinking that Mathura probably respect women like Anan and Charin. You’re not wrong, but he also won’t hold back with women unlike those two. A woman’s gonna fight him? Bring it on honey cuz he ain’t holding back too💪👹

- Bro’s the type to have a resting bitch face and is ACTUALLY a bitch, too.

- Yes, he knows Lilia.

- But there’s still a possibility for you to befriend him…though it might take a long time to break down this ex-generals walls, he’s quite lonely. He’ll give you a chance- if you’re worthy enough, of course.

I know I usually post my OCs on followers milestone events, BUT as the majority of you guys voted to see the next OC, I shall deliver✨ He’s not the typical twst oc but this is all I got😞 I’ll make comic on him soon but for now, thank you all so much for sticking around my blog despite my hiatus and supporting me along the way💖🫶 I love you all so much /pla<333

[straycalamities]

how did you come up with making Entre? What inspired you?

the onceler LOL and homestuck

okay story time w chase ahem

so actually how i got into tumblr at all is very relevant to the chain of events that led to entre existing. so before here, i was mainly on a...particular art webbed site that was basically a sinking ship circa: 2010 so i forgot how i heard about tumblr? but i joined here at first just to do naruto comm rp. like my only account was a naruto rp account for the first... i dont remember how long

eventually i got curious enough to make a personal account and started being active on that. a bunch of my friendgroup from the other site moved with me and we were just hanging out being naruto nerds. at some point i got into homestuck/learned about the askblog format. i don't remember which came first, but i DID run kibanaru and flutterdash askblogs before the lorax was a blip on my radar

i remember when i was in the homestuck fandom, i was so used to the naruto fandom where like..sure it's huge but i had established myself in a corner of it and it felt very like... it was a community! and in the homestuck fandom i didn't feel like that at all. i felt swept out to sea and it was very lonely tbh aside from the friends id manage to drag with me into it, but i always felt a certain dissatisfaction from my time in it

a friend of mine was the one to show me the lorax and the once-ler. i don't...remember how THEY found him, but they were already very into him before they even came to me about him. and they basically nagged me into watching the movie LMFAO (this was when the movie was still freshly in theaters so all we had was shitty camrips and LiveStream was a thing) so i started to draw smexy onceler and oncest fanart to mess with them and...well y'know ye olde saying about doing things as a joke.

so yeah i kinda got...genuinely interested in him. especially after i watched the 72' short and reread the book and was like wait. this movie is mid as hell actually. (the siren song of mid media) and i was like "well if /i/ wrote the movie id do this n this n this n this" and then all that added up in my head and i was like wait.

what if i did a once-ler askblog where i just change certain things to what i like? it wasnt gonna be a complete revamp/remastering because i wanted to do a proper askblog so i wanted to have his character be recognizable to any fans of the onceler. and this was wayyyyy before anyone was getting the idea to do the very creative and expansive onceler takes we have these days as a norm. so it was kinda like? being shoehorned into being Canon!Once-ler because?? that's just how you did askblogs back then

BUT!! there were a few other askblogs already around back then (end of April 2012 for ref) so i didn't wanna do what everyone else was doing (very much Established Business Once-ler/Greed-ler, Vest-ler/Oncie, or Aftermath Once-ler) so i got the idea to do the onceler but! he's still very fresh and new to his business. still basically vest-ler/oncie in personality but with big things on the horizon.

i started creating his blog the weekend before may. that's why his birthday is May 1 because that's when i officially started his blog and posted his first post and all that. literally when he was born.

so yeah this was all to try and find my niche in a community again as well as do what i'd already been doing for years now: waving my headcanons in ppls faces via my art LMFAO

it was honestly pretty new for me in a bunch of ways so it was very scary. i even tried to keep it a total secret at first. i thought people wouldn't recognize me for my art style.... (yeah idk how i thought that'd work either) and i mean??? for the most part that was true because it's not like anyone in the once-ler fandom would've known me beforehand anyways

so for the first uhhh...idk it didn't last long tho..i was a secret mod, but i got too itchy about sharing art that i didn't wanna put on his blog so i broke that pretty quick. i had a lot of personal rules i put on myself on what to do/not to do on and with his blog. and i still, to this day, follow a handful of them. so when i drew other stuff that i didn't think fit on his blog, i was like well damn i wish i could show this somehow...

tho sometimes i wish i'd tried to keep up the secret mod shtick a little longer

anywho. from there it's kinda like..he really just grew on his own. new ideas, new inspiration, new experiences shaping this or that. now i can write him without touching him for years like i just picked him up yesterday. he's that wormed in my damn brain at this point. he's basically his own person sitting in my head telling me what to do with him/what he'd say

so yeah at first? it was just me trying to write a very accurate 2012 movie onceler with a few tweaks. and then he just grew organically into what he is now. that's still his root and so that's still the default direction i try to take, but he definitely has a lot of things that make him his own person at this point too. even on his main blog.

as for why he's so stupid goofy. well. that's because i like drawing dumb expressions. the end. and in the end i'm glad his main blog remained super unserious and lighthearted because it really helped me mentally a bunch (those random spikes in activity? yeah it was for my own mental health LMFAO he helps me...a lot...because of the escapism and comedy)

bonus: as for truffula flu entre. i don't remember if something in particular inspired me to make him the ender of the world. i just felt like it'd be a fitting story for the once-ler for him to be in that spot. and from there i just approached him how i thought someone like him would react were he to find himself in that position.

my goal was always to make him as human as possible. like he's technically the villain of this story, but he's also the protagonist. yaknow. so i wanted to really interweave those two ideas interestingly into his character (and now im obsessed w it)

originally i thought of truffula flu as everyone doing their own storylines. i didn't expect at all that everyone would adopt MINE as all of THEIR canons. that was LKFJSLDKF a big surprise for me i was like wait what. i guess it seems silly now in retrospect that i didn't expect that, but i was just like "well this is entre's story. ppl can do whatever else they want tho" but suddenly entre's story was everyone's story. and it's pretty cool i can't lie

[onyxonline]

LOL your reaction made me laugh a bit 😂

Ah yes, a nice meal.🤌🏻

Anyway, forgot to add lore to the drawing because me is dum

That you be their first meeting. Likely in a cave system on a darker kind of planet, not much light other than the moon that passes by occasionally.

Restful would likely drag him out by his ears after a tussle with him, resulting in the wounds they both have. . (Both of them are very good fighters I’d imagine so it’d probably be even for quite awhile before restful manages to get the jump on Dogday-)

The information she wants is regarding her old captain. I like to imagine space riders have sort of trackers on them, and can link them to other riders if they have the right code put into them. Raven, wants to know that code, and wants to take a tracker to track down her old captain. So see what happened to him, and what possibly remains of them.

She wouldn’t get jack shit as not too long after she says her thing, she’d likely get chased off by Catnap, Kickin and Hoppy, all of them combined being a bit too much to handle for her at the moment.

And…yeah! That’s it for now :D

Again, happy late birthday! Glad I could give you a good meal.

GOOD SHIT GOOD FOOD MWAH MWAH I am LIVING FOR THIS!!!!

[sweetpayaso]

🤡🖤🤍 Laughing Jack: Lore and HCs 🤡🖤🤍

Hello again! This post is sort of a follow-up to the Cake Topper headcanons post. This time, I will be covering keypoints of my version of Jack.

While some things in my version follow canon, a lot of stuff has been altered to give my version of Laughing Jack his own identity.

• Laughing Jack’s origin story ( in my take ) takes place in the mid to late twentieth century, rather than the late nineteenth century.

• The character of Laughing Jack, or as he was originally referred to, Jack ( or Jack the clown ), was actually an image created by Isaac himself, not an otherworldy deity.

• Jack originally did not have a physical form in our reality. He slowly manifested himself, similar to a Tulpa, as Isaac’s mind and personality only grew more vivid. In fact, he didn’t maintain a full physical form until he was completely monochrome and corrupt.

• His colorful form, therefore, was only ever able to be “seen” as drawings, or inside of Isaac’s dreams when they were still close.

• Jack still had his own “Jack In The Box” that he was assigned to. However, it was an average box that Isaac had painted/handcrafted himself. This is what stemmed Isaac’s creative work with carving in his adult years.

• The clown’s “birthday” is celebrated on Christmas Day. No day is more fitting for an initially jovial, colorful clown than the happiest day of the year. This is also because Christmas Eve was the day Isaac first thought up of him.

• The corruption of Laughing Jack started when Isaac grew out of their games, and eventually forgot about him, in favor of horror-based medium. Jack would slowly watch and gain ideas from the movies Isaac would watch, thinking all of them were ok and fun to “perform” in reality.

• Jack actually didn’t earn the full name/alias of “Laughing Jack” until after his first few kills. This is because children would describe him to their parents as “always smiling and giggling” when interacting with the clown.

• Laughing Jack is partially stuffed. The stuffed part of his body is his arms, which is why he is able to grow and stretch them in comparison to other parts.

• He, quite literally, always smiles. He can hold a toothy smile open without ever needing to rest his face.

• He is only able to view things in greyscale. This is due to the loss of color in his eyes. It’s like watching an old movie 24/7.

• His nose does not function like a regular nose. It’s merely for aesthetic purposes.

• He actually hides his candy inside of his stuffed sleeves.

• He is approximately seven feet tall.

• Jack, despite his corruption, is still able to feel emotion to a very minimal degree. It’s incredibly hard to do so, though, and most of it is found through his drive during killing.

• He mostly smells of must and old candy.

• Jack still finds time to practice playing the accordion. It’s his main act as a clown, besides being rusty at it after his abandonment.

• Laughing Jack prefers hard candy over anything chewy.

• Because Isaac was a craftsman, Jack also has a knack for crafting things. Often, he has to repair his own arms, because stuffing falls out of it due to the constant tearing of his sleeves.

[delta-gambit-au]

I'm still itching to draw stuff but I can't until I get the PSU this coming week :cri:

I wanted to upload something related to my project even if it's old art. Here's the first sketch study I did of teh guy around January, Spamton after hijacking the body of Swatch. Would go for more iterations but one must start from something. I think this would make his birthday around January 28th, though since they both share the same body, that would make it for 3 anniversaries in a single year, Spamton's around May 3rd and Swatch's is February 19th. Lucky guys! 😅

I'm dying to draw him again... asdkljhfgdfjfkjdkj 😭 <crawls back into the beetle pit>

Edit: I forgot to mention that tomorrow I need to go to a doctor appointment to get some pachymetry done. Apparently the pressure of my eyes is 20/20 or something and they want to check if something is afoot that could end with me getting a glaucoma. I'll 🤞 that they don't find anything of import because the last thing I want is to get eye surgery to make my eyes to drain better the liquid inside them. I don't want any sharp or pointy tools getting any close to my eyes 😰

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

Sorry for being gone for so long, distractions and online drama had struck again. Anyway, this is a remake and sequel to this drawing I did last March: Link

I finished it last night but didn't upload it till this evening because it was late, and I had volunteer program the next day.

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The story goes as follows, its Medea's 19th birthday, but she can't celebrate it because she has to work at the mansion per Enyaba's orders, as well as feeling alone since Jason isn't around to celebrate with her.

Just then, Kenny G arrives to inform her that DIO has left her a present in her room and brought it to her, the present was a plum-colored evening dress, purple pumps, and a date at 7pm.

While Mariah and Midler were thrilled that she got a date as a present, Medea on the other hand was cringing at the idea of being alone with DIO due to their unhealthy relationship, as well as not wanting to draw ire from Vanilla Ice and Eris Raitt. When the night came, they complemented each other's looks, Medea did so halfheartedly as she has a bad feeling about the whole thing, believing that he's either trying to seduce her again or just flaunting her around the streets like she's a purebred puppy or an expensive car as she is told to wear a fake wedding ring, so they looked like a couple.

Her suspicions were sort of confirmed when DIO dragged her into a party that was being hosted by an acquaintance of his, she doesn't know any of the people there and felt embarrassed by him treating her like his escort while he shamelessly flirts with the women swooning over him, making her feel used.

Not only that, but she's somewhat creeped out by another one of DIO's business partners who's attending the party, a pink haired man "who refuses to reveal his real name" but gives off an unsettling aura that seems to suggest that he's a dangerous Stand user like DIO.

Unbeknownst to her that this was the same guy who gave Enyaba the arrows in the first place......yeah, I'm talking about Diavolo.

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I wanted to do a drawing that was inspired by the drawing and the two drabbles I did, as well as finding an excuse of drawing our boy Diavolo. I know I retconned them a little and I do apologize for that, but they're old stories that I forgot about and wanted to fix them.

Medea King belongs to me

[catacamacat]

Finally some original character content

Okay…

I was not prepared for this shit.

I gotta tell ya something before showing my oc trash… sketchbooks idk

I just found my old sketchbooks in the dephs of my wardrobe to show some things… and I thought I remembered everything I drew in there, well long story short, I did not.

I’ll just say that I literally cried while looking through them, and equally because i thought it was cute and beautiful and the cringest thing I’ve ever seen yk? Maybe it has also just been the memories and flash backs that came back to me at once •.•

So this are a few of my ocs, I can’t show you all of them because of multiple reasons ^^ (they are fucking ugly and I don’t want to)

And some more infodump: (You don`t have to read it, but do it if you want to)

- There is a whole story build around them, but sadly I forgot much of it and have to fill the gaps and plot holes again in all the notebooks i have skribbled the story in. (After I found them)

- Fyi, they cuddle a LOT (platonically) I think I can still remember that I wanted to use them to give me the feeling that cuddles and showing affection are cute and should be allowed (I don’t know how to say it differently, I know it’s allowed yk) without a romantic relationship or something idk wtf —w— (my two friends strongly disagree)

- In these pictures are only two of my characters, but as far as I remember there are five „main“ characters and a lot of side and backround characters. Just for you to know. The blonde boy (he has a name) is only the fourth one I designed, but he is definitely one of my favorites ^^ (The grey- haired guy is the first one and the first picture is also the first page with him. So that‘s where I designed him and his birthday is also the day I created him, so september 8th) (then there’s the pink- haired dude… he’s the second one, I can’t tell ya more ^^)

- This is actually only the second „universe“ I created, theres another one that is more of a science fiction story with.. planets and space ships and all this bullshit (i love this bullshit just for you to know) if you know what I mean. Maybe you‘ll get to see it, but I don‘t really have good drawings of it. Also I‘m currently working on anoter „universe“ (sorry I don‘t know how else to call it) with vampires and stuff… so eventually you‘ll see more of that.

- If you’re interested in knowing more about them… idk then either let me know or wait until I post more in… years or so ;)

!!!Please keep in mind that these drawings are about 2 years old… idk why it‘s important but it feels like it and please keep it in mind!!!

I will redraw some of them ig, all my hyperfixation about these dudes came back to me today yk…

Anyway, enough talking, more is under the cut

[fleet-off]

Menagerie [4]

(previous parts: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3)

The vet mentioned that rats like company. A day after the pet supply store, Vegas stalks into the kitchen with Pete faithfully in tow and sets two more rat carriers on the counter. He’s evading eye contact, which is a shame because Pete looks majorly in love with him.

Macau peers through the carriers’ plastic slats and glimpses whiskers and hairless tails. “Two rats? Is it my birthday?”

Vegas snorts. “Only if you want rat cake for your birthday dinner. No, we’re just…celebrating.”

“The final stitches are out,” Pete says, eyes gleaming. “Doc’s very impressed with his progress.”

“I’m cleared for baths again.”

Macau groans. “We don’t have a housekeeper, please don’t clog the drain with your long-ass rose-petal soaks.”

“I’ll do worse than that,” Vegas threatens, and—Macau can’t remember the last time he sounded so genuinely cheerful.

“Jerk.” He knocks gently against his brother’s shoulder. “Glad you’re getting better, bro.”

Vegas ruffles his hair and drops a kiss on his head. “Me too,” he says. “Me too.”

One of the rats crouches in the back corner of its carrier, sniffing at the air. The other is investigating the gaps in the wire-grated door. Vegas pokes his finger into the carrier, and the creature at once approaches and takes his finger in its tiny paws. It noses at it—hesitates, weighing options in its little rat brain—and begins to nibble at the tip.

“He likes you,” Pete murmurs.

A vague smile softens Vegas’s face. “D’you know, Macau was a biter when he first got his baby teeth,” he says. “Little menace mauled anything he could fit in his mouth. Bit our uncle’s mole once, right in the middle of a visit.”

The story is worn from over-telling, but it seems fresh to Pete. He stifles a snicker—like wanting to laugh is secret, somehow. “What did he do?”

“Couldn’t do anything, could he? Getting upset with the baby is a bad look.” Vegas wiggles his finger. The rat adjusts its grip and keeps chewing on him. “He just had to stand there with that goonish dad-smile stuck to his face and pretend to be indulgent while Ma coaxed Macau off. He made the funniest fucking wheeze.”

“And Ma freaked out, but Ba nearly laughed his ass off,” Macau recites.

“He wasn’t upset?”

“He was proud. Said it meant Macau would grow up strong.”

This one’s a fighter.

Macau grimaces. When he was twelve—when their father forgot his presence and even Vegas had less time for him than before—he’d clung to that old story. A born fighter, he’d thought. Born to crush that filthy family between my teeth. The rest of them just couldn’t see it yet.

“When did Ba get anything right,” he says now. In the open air of the kitchen with their father dead in the ground, it only aches a little.

Vegas’s eyebrows draw together; his mouth catches on his instinctive response. “Ba,” he says. “Well. He wasn’t always wrong.”

…Which is the funniest shit he could say, standing here with his healing wounds and his awkward half-smiling boyfriend a step too close and a rat gnawing happily on his finger—and fuck Ba, honestly, for never seeing everything he got wrong about Vegas—but Macau’s not fighter enough to argue.

“Hia, you’re going to need new stitches if you keep letting that rat bite you,” he says instead.

Vegas’s expression eases. “He’s fine. He’s not doing it to hurt, he’s just curious or hungry. Baby hedgehogs are the same. Get the—Pete?”

“Snack sticks,” Pete says, having already fished them from the bag under his arm.

Vegas takes three. “Here. Offer one to the other little guy, see if it’ll help him settle in. And Macau—for the one in your room.”

“The OG rat.”

“The—fuck it, the OG rat.”

“Ojirat?” Pete cocks his head. “Is that what we’re calling him?”

Vegas’s arm jerks mid-handoff. Macau misses his snack stick. It hits the floor—some seeds scatter—Pete’s already bending to help, but Macau ducks into a crouch before he can. “It’s fine, phi, my bad. Uh, we’re not calling him anything, I don’t think. Don’t…” He tries to sweep the loose seeds into his palm. The tacky honey sticks to the floor and to his hands.

“Is that what we’re calling him,” he hears Vegas repeat, tone indecipherable. His nails tap against the counter.

Macau is glad to be low to the ground, and then ashamed for it. Vegas isn’t going to— “You don’t have to sweat the names, p’Pete,” he says. “It’s just a pet.”

Vegas…laughs. High and a little hiccuping, which means it’s genuine. “You know that’s a Ba thing too,” he says.

Macau’s ears burn. “Oh,” he says stupidly. His thumb crushes one of the seeds into the floor. He’s making a mess. “I always figured it was a you thing.”

More specifically—a who cares what it’s called, it’s just going to die anyway thing. One of the things you rip up and hide under your pillow after, waking the next morning to find smears of half-formed names in crayon on the pillowcase. Macau’s always been good for a mess and not much more.

The stain a name leaves seems suddenly more permanent than crayons or the honey residue on Macau’s palms. Sticky, solid. Macau’s fingers itch for it. “It’s confusing with three,” he blurts. “It’s confusing, if we don’t name them.”

He raises his eyes to his brother, whose gaze is tightly focused on his fearless, mouthy little rat. “Macau,” he says. Lets out a long breath and turns to face him. “Fuck’s sake, it’s my mess. Get off the floor, toss that stick and come take another one—I’ll handle the rest. Pete, pass the paper towels?”

So Macau rises, and washes his hands, and a wet paper towel picks up the honey residue and seeds in seconds, and—some things aren’t a big deal at all, actually. Which is. Cool.

“Side question,” Macau says once his brother is on his feet again, “If I wanted to get you to clean my room for me too…”

“Oh, fuck off.” Vegas offers him a fresh snack stick. He’s breathing a little harder, favoring his right side, but he waves off Pete’s hand with his teeth bared in a grin. “No housekeepers, we sort our own damn messes. Right?”

“Yeah.”

Pete nudges his hip against Vegas’s. “Names?” he asks.

“Names,” Vegas agrees.

(to be continued)

[nightingale-bloom]

I got very lazy. Any pride flags I snuck in are purely headcanons, but I always do it nonetheless. Please don't come at me, I forgot who Brink's patron was and will not be listening through the entire podcast to find the one mention of them I'm just about 34% sure there was. Kinda just assuming it's Dia for now. Characters are from Tales from the Stinky Dragon, a DnD 5e actual play podcast. Art under the cut.

If it's deepfried on your end too, I apologize.

I did Meld first, not too many headcanons for her. Did most of the drawing without ever having seen her canon design, and I gotta say she kinda reminds me of Little Lad from that one Berries and Cream Starburst commercial. Only thing I changed after looking her up on the wiki was her skin, as I originally had her really pale because I'd assumed her mother, Sadatte, was a high elf because of her hair color. Honestly just forgot the moment it's explicitly said she's a wood elf, but it's been fixed. Also managed to forget her cloak. I was going to do an alternate version with it- and have her pride patches on the cloak- but then upon looking at my drawing again, immediately decided it would be too much of a pain.

Got a lot more headcanons for this guy. At the moment, I am under the assumption that his patron is Dia,- I don't have easy access to the info right now and it made a fair bit of sense to me- so a few of them are based on that. I headcanon Brink getting his snake, Hannibal, as a gift for his sixteenth birthday. Upon making a pact with Dia, his first request was for Hannibal's life to be extended. She did as he asked, and now the little guy's all rainbow n' stuff. I also think he wouldn't know how to hold a mug properly, he'd hold the handle instead of wrapping his hand around the mug itself and would be yet to realize most people don't nearly spill their coffee every. Single. Morning. As for the pride pin, I headcanon him realizing he was queer at thirteen years old and swearing he was bi for years before realizing he was never into the girl he dated back in school. Or any girls, actually.

Additionally, I chose the symbol on Brink's spellbook because it looked a bit like a firework, and I know Dia would love them because she's all about them colors.

[thaliagrayce]

can i have number nine for jasico, please?

#9: "are you crying?" i hope you like this!! send me a number or drop a prompt in my ask box for a jasico drabble!

Jason hadn’t seen Nico all day. He’d been busy for most of it, but it was still a little weird to not run into him—not when he knew for a fact that both of them were at camp. Usually, he found a little pocket of time to go see Nico, or Nico would find him while he was doing Important Pontifex Business, and they would be able to at least see each other.

Not today, though. He didn’t like it.

The Hades cabin was quiet, but that didn’t necessarily mean much. Nico could be sitting at his desk and drawing, or laying on the floor looking over his old Mythomagic cards, or using his fancy noise-canceling headphones listen to whatever super underground trust-me-Jason-they’re-really-good band he had found this week. He knocked at the door, half expecting not to get an answer.

“Jason?” The voice was clearly Nico’s, but it was soft and a little wobbly. “You can come in.”

Heart in his throat, Jason eased the door open. Nico was sitting on the bed by the window, arms crossed on the sill. Jason shut the door behind him and walked as gently as he could.

“Hey,” he called out once he got there. He rested a hand around the nape of Nico’s neck, half for his own comfort and half for his boyfriend’s.

“Hey yourself,” Nico mumbled. There again—his voice was wobbly. If that wasn’t enough, he sniffled and brought a hand up to wipe at his face.

Jason sat down next to him, hand sliding from the back of Nico’s neck around his shoulder. He shifted closer, and Nico leaned into him.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”

Nico huffed and turned to hide his face into Jason’s shoulder. “No, I’m not. Shut up. It’s super dumb.”

Jason rubbed Nico’s back, bewildered. Nico didn’t sound upset, other than the fact that he had very clearly just been crying. He cast around for something that might have set this off. It wasn’t an anniversary of anything, as far as he was aware. There were no upsetting letters or photographs out. All he could see on the windowsill was the pink plastic glittery skull Piper had gotten Nico for his last birthday, the pile of borrowed hair ties Nico forgot to return, and the potted mint plant Nico had gotten a week and a half ago. Same as always.

Only… Jason squinted at the plant. Something was different. It looked a little taller, maybe. There was a teeny leaf at the top that hadn’t been there last time he looked, he was pretty sure.

“Nico… is this about the mint?”

Nico sniffed again, not bringing his face out of its cozy hiding spot. “It’s just… It’s not dead yet.” He could feel Nico trying to subtly wipe his face on Jason’s t-shirt. “I’ve been looking after it for almost two weeks and it’s still alive.”

The little ball of tension in Jason relaxed and he pulled Nico into a hug, smiling into his hair. “You dork. You absolute goober.”

“Hey,” Nico protested.

“Nope, I’m right. You’re crying because your plant grew a new leaf.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Nico’s head. “That’s goober behavior.”

Nico snorted and finally raised his head from Jason’s shoulder. Sure enough, his eyes were red, but he was smiling. He pushed at Jason’s chest, but there was no force behind it. “This is the longest I’ve been able to keep something alive, cut me some slack.”

Jason leaned forward, getting comfortable in Nico’s space. “I’m happy for you.” He kissed his forehead. “Also, you’re adorable. How do you feel about getting a spider plant?”

[no-naem]

Now I shall put some of my favorites of the unfinished art from the 100 Kayano Days challenge. [Rubs hands together]

These are all in order from old to new, from September 2022 to January 2023.

It's a hot day. Karma: "I want cuddles, and I can't cuddle Akari (she'd kill me). So..." Nagisa: "You're too hot." Karma: "I know I am." Nagisa: "YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" Karma: "Cuddle time." Nagisa: "IT'S 31 C!!! AKARI, HELP!!" Akari: "Sorry Nagisa! I have another love to attend to. You're on your own."

(Lol the dialogue is kinda off but I like what I was trying to go for.)

Aguri lives AU but at what cost. Akari is this 🤏 close to losing it.

Adults Kayano, Kanzaki, and Karma went to that one cafe that was doing that collaboration with a popular video game.

GoM AU, with Akari slowly turning into an antimatter creature. It took a long time for her to transform, and there was no cure to stop this. It wasn't fun, but at least her friends were there for her.

Kayano and Akari, Deemo AU, based on that one art for ANiMA from the game.

Okay, THIS one I still like a lot. It takes place in the Okinawa arc, and the concept was that there'd be a montage where each student would use Korosensei's Ultimate Defense Form as a blunt weapon to knock out all of the guards. And then end with Karasuma taking out Takaoka the same way.

GoM AU again. Nagisa excitedly shows off one of his partners. ...and yes I made antimatter Akari 10 feet tall. :D

Surprise Koro Q! Based on that one episode from the anime. Imagine if the transformation was permanent.

Baby shark doo doo doodoodoodoo...onesie.

Shirt reads: "I am completely normal and not insane I have no desire to harm anyone I am not carrying a weapon." I like the potential chaotic vibes in NagiKae. They're besties.

Eldritch AU!!! Context: some of the 3E students are eldritch beings, and Kayano is the reincarnation of an ancient being that ruled a whole other dimension filled with other eldritch monstrosities, which she can summon. This AU gave me so many brain worms, yet not enough to help me finish any of them. 😩

I have a bleak zombie apocalypse AU. Takes place after their high school graduation, probably after the events of Korotan D? Kayano's half-infected, Nagisa's a zombie, Karma has severe head trauma that he can't fix and it's making him go wack, and Gakushuu's trying to keep everything together.

I wanted to draw more than one birthday art for Akari and this was one of them. Just her and her big sister...

This one was gonna be a prank. Forgot about it though LOL.

The concept was Kayano arriving in limbo, dazed, after getting killed. But Aguri tells her to go back. It's not time yet.

Aberration AU. Takes place 4 years after canon, right around the time they're in college. The monster behind them is basically both of them. Their memories and DNAs make up the monster. Kayano and Nagisa are unhealthily codependent after being kidnapped and used as experiments for...3 years. 😐 But it's okay. They eventually get rescued and get therapy.

Kayano twins AU. I was gonna draw a short comic about the twins but I had to give up because I was struggling for some reason. (Why is this pic so LONG???)

One of the Christmas/Karma birthday ideas. It'd have Karushuu kissing under a mistletoe. Kayano's just here for the desserts, man.

Eldritch AU. This would be a sequel to Day 88, featuring Kanzaki (she's a time god) instead, but I didn't have enough motivation to finish it.

This is just Day 93, but Aguri and Korosensei were supposed to be there with her, along with the rest of group 4!! But I ran out of time.

And finally, this is another limbo situation where the Yukimura sisters would hug each other one last time. But then I thought it was too sad and went for the "Aguri lives" ones.

If you made it all the way to the end, then WOW thanks for reading!! Hope y'all liked reading about my thoughts! There are actually more arts that are unfinished but those are like...really messy lol.

[sinkat-arts]

Daisuga WIP (Thursday) Wednesday

So, I decided at to start doing WIP Wednesday. I'm actively working on a long fic that won't be posted for... forever, and it might help me stay motivated if I can post little bits here and there? Anyway, I decided that at, like, 1 AM Pacific Time last night, so... very late. Which is why I'm posting this today. This is actually a part that I've scrapped from the larger fic, but I like it well enough to want to maybe do something else with.

For context, this is after the Interhigh Tournament, which was in June. Since Suga's birthday is also in June, I decided to combine the two. And since it's in Suga's POV, I use Koushi? I honestly don't know how he'd refer to himself in his head;;;; I also juggled the timeline and events of the day after Interhigh around a little bit, which is partially why I scrapped this.

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13 June 2012

Suga

It should have been a day like any other. Just a Wednesday. There were many like it before and there would be many like it after. But this particular Wednesday was maybe a little different. This one was… well, it was a mixed fucking bag so far. 

“I can’t even be happy on my birthday,” Koushi groused aloud. He picked halfheartedly at his packed bento, but even though his mom had made sure it was full of his favorite things, he just didn’t have much of an appetite today. “Thanks, Seijoh, just what I wanted. A big fat L for my birthday.” 

Asahi took a sip of his juice. His giant paw of a hand dwarfed the box, making it look like a prop from a kid’s toy kitchen set. He gave a solemn nod in agreement, the picture of serious contemplation with the straw of a baby juice box still stuck in his mouth. Koushi couldn’t hold the giggle that bubbled up despite the dour mood.  

“What?” Asahi asked, snapping into attention in a mild panic, “Something on my face?” 

“You’re adorable,” Koushi answered, grinning and reaching over to pat his head, “You just make sure you finish your juice box like a good boy, ‘kay?”

Asahi didn’t miss that he was being teased. “Oh, ha ha,” he grumbled, running his empty hand over his hair to make sure none of it had escaped the tie holding it back, “You’re never too old for a juice box… and anyway, you’re the old man here, not me.” 

“By, like, 6 months,” Koushi returned, but his attention had strayed away from his friend. His eyes scanned the courtyard, seeking. Koushi sucked his teeth in frustration - he hadn’t found his target. Again. “Are you sure…” he began.

“I’m sure,” Asahi cut in, doing a decent job of masking exasperation, but Koushi caught it all the same. The exasperation was well-deserved, though, so he let it slide. It wasn’t that Asahi predicted what he was going to say because he was psychic… he’d just been asked the question already. Twice in the course of 20 minutes. “I saw him this morning, but not since.” 

“Lunch is halfway over,” Koushi said, pushing a piece of fried chicken around. “We could at least eat lunch together for my birthday… Do you think he forgot?” 

Asahi raised his head, face inscrutable for a few seconds. Most of the time, the guy was an open book, he had all the guile of a puppy… but every now and then he had these moments. Moments where Koushi felt like Asahi knew something and was holding back. 

“No,” he said, taking the last, loud draw of juice from the container before setting it down neatly on the table in front of him, “He wouldn’t forget. Something must have held him up… maybe a teacher grabbed him.” 

“You think?”

“Maybe?” Asahi said with a shrug that was somehow sympathetic rather than dismissive, “We could go look for him.” 

It could have been the shitty mood after losing yesterday - which was surprisingly devastating, considering how often the third years had experienced loss since coming to Karasuno - but something really wasn’t sitting right. He didn’t like the fact that he himself hadn’t laid eyes on Daichi all day, he didn’t like the look Asahi gave him, he didn’t like that he was at their table and Daichi wasn’t. He’d expected today to be kind of off, but it was too far off. Something had to be going on. 

“Nah,” Koushi said and started pulling his bento back together, “I’ll go… you, uh… you hold the fort down in case he does come. Text me?” 

Asahi nodded, but that weird look was back on his face. He wished he knew what it meant, but if he wanted to find Daichi and (gently) reprimand him for skipping out on lunch, he couldn’t press. He finished packing back up and turned away, walking at a pace that he hoped hid the fact that he was getting just the tiniest bit scared of what might be going on. 

It’s nothing. Probably just what Asahi said… a teacher asked him to help with something. And Daichi can’t not help someone. The guy’s hopeless. 

Still, his feet carried him faster and faster as he got closer to the nearest entrance to the school. There were a few places Daichi might be, assuming a teacher hadn’t sequestered him somewhere, so he turned himself towards what he thought the most likely spot would be and made his way to the gym.

At first glance, the place was empty, but that wasn’t cause for worry yet. He wouldn’t be on the court, not if there was something wrong, so Koushi made a straight line to the storage room. Closed, but unlocked… someone was in there. As silently as he could, he turned the knob until he felt the weight of the door swing free of the catch, and moved inside with a few soft steps. Ah, and there he was. Leaning against one of the ball caddies, shoulders slumped over and head in hand, Daichi was facing away from the one window that was the sole light source for the room. It was hard to make out his face, bathed in shadow as it was, but it was clear he was… lost. In thought, in his head, he was somewhere far enough away that he hadn’t noticed Koushi’s approach. 

Koushi took a step forward and stopped at the sound of a sniffle. His heart dropped a little as he realized that those slumped shoulders were shaking a little. Even more when he realized Daichi wasn’t holding his head to support it, he was clutching one hand over his mouthing, desperately pressing against it and trying to keep everything in.

Part of him wanted to leave. Slip back out the door unseen. This was something private, something vulnerable. It wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes, and if Daichi knew he’d seen… would that be a betrayal of some kind?

But that wasn’t all. Part of him wanted to leave because he was scared. Not just of how Daichi would react when he finally noticed him, but of himself. He was terrified of what he wanted to do in this moment. Rush forward, collect Daichi in his arms, find out what hurt and make it go away. How, though? What should he do? What could he possibly do that would help… and still keep him on that highwire he’d been walking ever since they were idiot first years and Daichi had smiled at him like that with his warm brown eyes and the sun in his stupidly handsome face. 

What he wanted, what his instincts said to do, was too much. But his friend - his best friend - was hurting right in front of him, and whatever nonsense his heart was trying to pull right now, Daichi needed… something. It was, Koushi figured, in his job description to at least offer. Daichi could make the choice himself to tell him to leave or let him stay.

[fearless-stormclaw]

To celebrate me starting the last chapter of the main part of the first book of my Owl House HP AU here are some sketches of some of the kiddos!

I might put colored versions of these drawings into the final draft.

(Fair warning, I do not claim to be an artist. Headshots are about the extent of my abilities.)

First up, our protaganist, 11-year-old Luz Noceda! She wears her hair in pigtails most of the time. The image on the right is a possible design of her with her hair down. (or a possible Vee, whose design I haven't fully pinned down yet) And I realized I forgot her scar whoops She's also supposed to have a scar across her left eyebrow which I forgot to draw but please imagine it's there.

Next up, 11-year old Amity Blight! Her little ponytail was an absolute pain to figure out how to draw. I think I managed it passably though. Her hair is dyed green, like it was in season 1 of the show.

12-year old Willow Park! Poor girl, she is haunted. Sorry, eyes are still a weakness. She's a year older than the others but still in the same grade because her birthday is after the first day of school. For Willow, this adds to her feeling of being behind everyone else.

9-year old Gus Porter! I should mention that the witches in this AU have normal round human ears, just like the wizards in the Harry Potter books. I imagine little Gus to have quite large ears that he will grow into some later. Again I apologize for the eyes.

11-year old Boscha Malphiday! I'm really pleased with how she turned out, although I struggled with her third eye and I'm still not 100% satisfied with how it turned out. Her surname in this AU is a play off of Malfoy--Malfoy comes from the French for "bad faith" (mal foi); Malphiday comes from "mal fidei", Latin for "bad faith".

13-year-old Hunter! He only appears as a cameo in the main storyline of Book 1, but he has a big part in one of the bonus epilogue chapters (which I haven't really written yet). In this timeline, he has only recently officially received his Golden Guard title. He hasn't gotten his cheek scar, ear notch, or eye bags yet (they will all come in due time) but he does have his tooth gap. He got that from getting his face punched in during training. I drew his Golden Guard uniform with only the one pauldron on his left shoulder as in the show, but I'm thinking of giving him a second one on his right shoulder like in the storyboards.

Meet 15-year-old Oliva Che'! She's one of my OCs. She's basically the Oliver Wood character--the captain of the Owl House grudgby team. She is a very spirited and gung-ho type and very enthusiastic about grudgby. She is in the construction track, although she is not a huge fan of the coven system. She's kind of a fun big sister to the younger Owl House students. She is of Yucateca Maya descent. She has brown or gold eyes. Her hair is naturally black but she dyes it a different color every year and usually keeps it in braids. This year it's pink. Unfortunately Paint did a weird thing when I cropped this picture and made her blurry I am so angry Her Palisman (not pictured) is a black spiny-tailed iguana named Toloc.

Meet 16-year-old Saka Katu! She is another OC. She is a cat demon girl and Oliva's girlfriend and also plays on the Owl House grudgby team (mostly because Oliva insists). She is in Potions track and believes deeply in the Coven system. She's a little uptight, some might call her bossy, and big into following the rules. She's kinda of a strict big sister type to the younger Owl House students. She keeps Oliva from being too reckless while Oliva keeps her from being too stiff. Saka is Malagasy for cat and Katu is Basque for cat so her name is literally "cat cat". She may or may not have a Palisman; if she does, it's some sort of fish.

Last but not least, 11-year-old William Myrtus Warthorne! His design is based off of Ser William from the audio tests/pilot. He is described as a handsome boy--broad-shouldered, with blond hair and blue eyes and a hooked nose which I swear I fixed but somehow it's still wrong ORZ. He is in Goat House and is friends with Boscha, but he doesn't participate in bullying (he doesn't do anything to stop it, though, he's just sort of there). He has a friendly, laidback personality and can get along with just about anyone. It's not discussed in this book (it's more of a plot point in book 2), but his family, the Warthornes, are a cadet branch of the Clawthornes which is why he has Clawthorne and Wittebane features.

[susboi318116]

-Blog Introduction-

Feel free to call me WSL

Im currently 20 years old and go by he/him pronouns.

This blog has some stuff that shouldnt be seen by children so watch out if you'll be strolling around here

I will Tag anything that could be triggering and if I miss any please tell me

I am a dude who does fanart or art for my stories, I will also sometimes write fic's when I get some idea that actually gives me motivation enough to write all that stuff.

I may do a few grammar mistakes here and there because english isn't my main language

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I draw for fandoms such as- Obey me, Onmyoji, and My big bros(@rtlandcloset) stories, and bungou stray dogs.

There will be other fandoms I'll draw for but they won't be my main like the ones ontop

I also draw stuff for my stories. I will draw some of the scenes of my stories and post it here so check it out if your intrested.

I write for the same fandoms I draw for. Feel free to ask me any questions I dont mind. I also may do commisions or do a art raffle.

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Here are a list of tags I use-

#Wsl art tag (<-for my art)

#wsl anon radio station (<--for any ask I get)

#wsl podcast (<- when talking about my stories and its info)

#wsl finds hater (<- if I get hate lol)

#wsl teacher (<- when I awnser a question on my stories)

#wsl OC (<- when I post one of my characters I created)

#wsl rant (<-when I rant)

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MUTUAL

@anni1600 you get a little space in this post lol cus homies

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ART MASTERLIST

my first rhea fanart! ( rhea is @anni1600 obey me MC)

Fanart for friend!

rhea in pretty outfit part 2

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Obey me fanart-

Lucifer-

goofy luci doodle

lil sunday joke (with my mc senpai)

little luci doodle

luci I drew at 3AM

Idk why I did this...

Mamoney-

slight spoilers for obey me event

Happy birthday mam! (2022)

Levi-

Levichan

food for levi stans I guess

Satan-

*empty*

ASMO-

happy birthday asmo

Beel-

*empty*

Belphie-

*empty*

Dia-

random dancing dia doodle

dia drawing I did!

A prince throwing love at you!

dia for ant

Barb-

happy birthday barb! (2022)

barb (with yokai event outfit)

Simeon-

*empty*

Luke-

for now a luke doodle (with transperant background)

happy birthday luke! (2022)

Luke meme

babysitting (Ft. My oc senpai)

redraw

Solomon-

*empty*

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ONMYOJI FANART-

orochi-

orochi currently

idk why I drew this

Orochi drawing again...

some slight spoilers for millenial guard event

MORE orochi and susanoo(orosusa implied)

Some orosusa art I forgot to post

some random onmyoji thingy (orosusa implied)

orochi doodle

Susanoo-

Orochi drawing again (goofy susan appears in background)

some slight spoilers for millenial guard event

MORE orochi and susanoo(orosusa implied)

Some orosusa art I forgot to post

some random onmyoji thingy (orosusa implied)

onikiri-

*empty*

tama-

*empty*

shiki-

I drew shiki from memory (I failed so hard)

Susabi-

baby susabi

everybody else-

goofy izanagi

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MY STORIES ART-

the jester lazy doodle version

very lazy doodle of my story (lizue book)

the jesters daugther peak

my obey me MC senpai (yes I know what senpai means)

some OC of mine (blood TW)

a little doodle on my characters seras and mabel

bubbles

bubbles vs amongus(couldnt draw actual bad guy so amongus)

senpai and some of his friends

fengy and his ugly chicken pet

shiny bubbles

mabel in mirror realm

wilt

kidney

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FANART FOR MY BIG BRO'S BOOKS!

The red king (gif)

The pale king or TBH?

little sketch I did of yi

pale king and stars

baker moment (ft.peach)

peach and lots of pink

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BUNGOU FRUITY(STRAY) DOGS

Sigma-

first sigma art of mine

(miserable)sigma and flowers

sigma for esmiaras dtiys!

Dazai-

lazy chapter 109 doodle

CHUUYAAAA-

ugly chuuya art

My redemption art

Nikolai-

Bsd s5 episode 11 be like

Fyodor-

Bsd s5 episode 11 be like