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[inexplicably-spookified]

the pity hurts worse, somehow (experimenting with stuff)

[doodles-of-a-nerd-kid]

New year!!!!!!!

I know it's like two weeks late q_q

anyways I'm starting this year off with MOTIVATION!!!!!!1!

aside from uploading the rest of my stuff from 2024; I have a few resolutions:

I've picked up Cave Story modding!! Surprise!!~ I want to at least make ONE mod (small, a small one) to be playable to the public... I think that would be fun :]

(really crappy gif but yes real)

Finish scripting for my super duper secret CS fanon project that I wanted to do last year... I thought I would have been ready to start it then but I needed to polish some background world building, was quite an overhaul... this year for sure. Maybe.

Once again get over myself and upload more stuff related to my fan characters, and other media I like (this blog was meant for me to put dumps of random things on it but it became so Cave Story centered idk what happened x_x

Improve, engage, and get out of my comfort zone!!!!! for irl character development!!!!!!!!!

so yea that's pretty much it....... i have.... so much crappy mspaint sketches to upload........ ugh......

that's almost all of them just missing tags and a few doodles but im tired and want sleep now

[artlipsis]

some things i've drawn with and/or for @doodles-of-a-nerd-kid

[machoestofmen]

Tilde + 7 for the kiss meme 👀

Fandom: Soul Calibur Pairing: Hilde/Tira (with bonus Hilde/Gerhilde) Kiss Prompt: 7 (...to shut them up)

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"Sloppy work on your part."

As Gerhilde marched through the halls of Wolfkrone Castle with a tightly shackled assassin in tow, she glowered at her prisoner with tired eyes, having ached too hard to get a good night's sleep after this assassin, apparently called Tira, had tried and failed to infiltrate the keep and make an attempt on Princess Regent Hildegard's life. Tira may have been extremely skilled, but Wolfkrone's guardsmen were all a cut above the rest, and she was captured without any deaths. If only the same could be said about hers and her men's injuries.

She glanced down at Tira's left ankle, and although her expression revealed nothing, she had an internal smirk as she watched Tira try to hide her limp from when Gerhilde yanked her ankle with a whip-sword. 'Serves you right, pigeon.'

Tira, whose face was already darker than the average prisoner who had suffered a humiliating defeat and been kept in a dungeon overnight, snarled at the insult. "You'll be the first kill when I escape."

Gerhilde scoffed. "As though you ever could; a young bumpkin lad would show better skill pelting a rabbit to death with rocks than your own talents as an assassin."

Tira was about to bite back—whether verbally or literally was impossible to tell—when Gerhilde pushed open the doors to the throne room. Sitting on the throne itself, dressed in full armor and looking cross enough that one might have suspected she was about to march forth and punch Tira in the face, was Princess Hildegard. Gerhilde shoved Tira forward, and barked at her, "You will show respect and kneel, wretch."

As angry as she had been earlier, Tira's bitterness had melted away immediately at the sight of Hilde, her voice increasing in pitch and sounding like she was having a pleasant dream, "Silly, there's only one warrior I kneel to."

Hilde's brow furrowed tighter. "The Azure Knight," she did not ask so much as state.

Tira giggled and nodded in confirmation instead of saying anything. "As I suspected," Hilde grumbled in return. "And I would assume I would have an easier time pulling your teeth than getting information about him out of you, correct?"

"Yep! I would choose death over turning traitor to my master!" Tira said cheerfully. "I could never sully my master's image by revealing any weaknesses. Not that they even have one, hee hee!"

One of Hilde's brows raised. "They?"

"Try as you might," Tira sneered in a sing-song voice, "you'll never figure it ooouuut~!"

Hilde stood, and rested her wrist on the hilt of her sheathed sword. "We will see about that."

"Ooh, so pretty in your bright and shiny armor," taunted the assassin, "glinting in the sunlight. A knight as charming as you would definitely be welcomed into the Azure Knight's ranks, if you're willing. I'll even put in good word for you if you let me go right now!"

Remaining silent, Hilde frowned severely.

Tira's smile grew wider. "Or do you think you can seduce answers out of me with your royal wiles? Warm brown eyes, fiery red hair, a fighter's body with strength that can match even the strongest malfested... I bet you've got some beautiful thighs under that metal, the kind that can break a horse's neck- ouchie! That was my foot, you dog! Hahaha!"

"Her Highness is a princess, not some tavern wench to flirt with!" Gerhilde shouted angrily. "Yes, she is a fine example of beauty, regality, and charisma, not to mention–"

"Gerhilde, that is quite enough," Hilde interrupted, and Tira snickered. "Aww, does the little doggy love her princess too much? Wanna sleep at the foot of her bed? Or, or maybe, you wanna even crawl under the blankets with her? I bet you do!"

Gerhilde's face instantly turned almost as red as Hilde's hair at that. "I-I-I would never," she stammered out, "such intimacy is beyond my station, th-that couldn't possibly... oh, Christ's nails..." and Tira cackled at her shameful cursing.

"I would deeply appreciate it if you would stop tormenting my officers, assassin," Hilde sighed grouchily, and Tira responded by cocking her hips seductively and batting her eyelashes at the princess regent. "Aren't I pretty too, though? Maybe pretty enough for you, even?" she taunted. "It'd be a real shame for two pretty ladies like us to kill each other, wouldn't it? Yeah, your blood'll look gorgeous on my hands and face and in my mouth, but if you really devote yourself to my master, you can keep it all inside you, and we can be pretty together!"

Stepping closer, Hilde put her other hand on her hip. "Yes, I admit that you possess a unique beauty all your own, but don't think that your beauty alone will save you."

Tira pouted childishly. "Oh no, aren't I pretty enough for you? Even someone who looks as good as I do doesn't meet your standards?"

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere of the room when Hilde made a smirk of her own. "Close enough, at least," she said before putting her steel-covered fingers around Tira's neck and putting her plump lips on Tira's painted ones.

Immediately, Tira froze and seized up, her eyes going wide, especially when she felt Hilde's tongue push its way inside her mouth; Tira could taste hints of Hilde's breakfast from earlier that morning, wild oats with berries, warm rye bread and apple jam, and she moaned softly into it. When Hilde parted, Tira was absolutely stunned, and Gerhilde's jaw practically hit the floor. "Whoa..." was all that came out of Tira after that, her body wobbling a bit.

Hilde pushed Tira over, who hit the hard floor flat on her rump, and she started to blush as well, almost as hard as Gerhilde. Smiling down at Tira confidently, Hilde spoke domineeringly, "For now, I think I can appreciate some silence. Gerhilde, take this raven to her cage, and we can have her croaking out what I want to hear when I've had my fill of peace and quiet."

Gibbering for a few seconds, Gerhilde finally managed to spit out, "I, uh, erm, uhh, y-yes, Your Highness," and heft Tira to her feet. Tira gibed at her with a mirthful hiss, "Jealous little puppy!" but was silent from there on out. Both of them stared at Hilde as she left them behind.

[gumballinn]

I hate you and everything you stand for.

"Get ready, OSC"

[punctuation-bracket]

Round 2 - Side B - Match 2

Information on the contestants:

Comma ,

Tilde ~

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Vote on Match 1 here!

Vote on Match 3 here!

Vote on Match 4 here!

[higherentity]

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

Calling Time on Tristesse

You 🫤 at my calling it “word art” and “wart” ~~~ you said {in jest I hope} was like giving hope of life still in a piglet roasting on a spit . {please explain} why Maris Piper surely is a fake when Piper Morris is a babe on Tinder. {please explain} the passage of time and my calling the bluff.

[rosetintednightmares]

They're positively lost in the chaos and destruction and the mayhem apparently

[magicicephoenix]

Day of the Father time!

not quite a redraw of this bc different ocs, radical design changes, and also chalice is here now :]

[inexplicably-spookified]

l o r e

[doodles-of-a-nerd-kid]

Sometime in Feb (or end of Jan I can't remember lol) I got these really neat-o brushes on Twitter!

They are super fun to use, I drew a buncha characters (including my own) with them :]

Def gonna be using this style more, haha

[deschainartnerd]

The Chaos Council

[artseniccatnip]

have been redesigning/redrawing a bunch of these old character designs i have for a personal project and its hard

[punctuation-bracket]

Round 1 - Side B - Set 1 - Match 4

Information on the contestants:

Double Quotes ""

Tilde ~

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Vote on Match 1 here!

Vote on Match 2 here!

Vote on Match 3 here!

[thrilmalia]

Drabble advent calendar: Door 21

Who knows what the vultures of the press would say if the princess were accompanied to her winter ball by a one-eyed tailor twice her age. Which is why Harry attended as a normal guest and waited in a quiet corner of the royal garden while the other guests danced.

"Have you tried the lussekatter?"

Harry turned to Tilde, taking her hand to twirl her.

"You shine brighter than Lucia tonight, my dear," Harry said before a kiss.

"May I have this dance, Käraste?"

Smiling, Harry moved his hands to lead her into a dance right there in the garden.

@ess-jay-oh @agentdagonet @killer-kelp