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FLUTTER’S SRM DESIGN HELL YEAH

the reason i did her first (not including solaris duh) is bc i spun a wheel with all the toons except shrimpo and the christmas ones on it

i’m gonna have to make a custom tag for this bc i still have a LOT to talk about this blog is gonna be a restaurant filled with yapperoni pizza for at LEAST a week

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AU FOR MY LOVELY SON @solarisflaron!!!!!!!!!

this is a very self indulgent OC au for me and my friends lmao (samual belongs to @leeandme, starley belongs to @retrocalucations, pugapo and magixy belong to @sylviepaw, and peyton belongs to @vinnial.. hey wait that’s me)

along with the text on the side, here’s MORE au information (copied from my yaps ab it on discord) !!!

MAYBE i’ll draw designs but the replacements of the mains are

samual (5 star movement speed)

starley (5 star skillcheck)

magixy (5 star extraction speed)

pugapo (5 star stealth)

peyton (5 star stamina)

solaris’ handler: sebastian santiago (duh)

samual’s handler: lee picks

starley’s handler: cal picks

magixy’s handler: margaret clementine

pugapo’s handler: penelope saffron

peyton’s handler: preston phineas

i’ve decided to name the au solaris’ rising morning

random au facts:

- the roles of delilah and arthur are swapped for no reason other than more differences.

- shelly (not anymore) and shrimpo were never created in this.

- gardenview is slightly more modern, having started up in 2004.

- twisteds are called abominations and are much more dangerous.

- lethal solaris is nearly impossible to survive.

- many episodes of solaris’ rising morning were censored for homosexuality between solaris and samual. (haha)

- sebastian is slightly more aggressive in this due to being placed in a position of higher power, looking after the star of the show.

- the au takes place in 2028.

LETHAL SOLARIS THINGS

- rather than tapes, players gather scripts to act as currency during rounds that they can spend at solaris’ shop. his dialogue when..

opening the shop: “Ah, hello! Please do have a look at my wares.”

“Welcome, welcome! Pick what you’d like.”

“These should keep you going! In exchange for a few scripts, of course.”

someone buying an item: “A thousand thanks!”

“You have my gratitude!”

“Aha, who wouldn’t invest in these?”

descending after someone has bought: “Until we meet again!”

“Goodbye, and best of luck, my friend!”

“Ta-ta! I look forward to seeing you again!”

descending after nobody has bought: “Nothing caught your eye? I see, I see. Best of luck!”

“Come back when you’ve stocked up on scripts. My shop is always open for you!”

first stage of irritation: “You must’ve not heard me the first time.”

“Dearest acquaintance, do help yourself. These are just for you..”

“I would hate for you to go without these tools. Please invest.”

descending after nobody has bought (first stage of irritation): “..I see.”

“Have I upset you, friend?”

“Is nothing good enough for you?”

second stage of irritation: “I *really* must insist you purchases something.”

“Surely these will suffice.”

“Come, now. Who could resist?”

second stage of irritation upon somebody buying: “There we are! Enjoy your item, friend!”

“That’s the spirit!”

“You had me concerned.”

second stage of irritation upon nobody buying: “…Must you be this way?”

“I really don’t want to resort to…”

“Ugh.”

third (and final) stage of irritation: “This is your last warning.”

“Choose your next action carefully.”

“…”

third stage of irritation upon somebody buying: “That’s more like it.”

“Wise decision, friend..”

“Finally. Thank you.”

third stage of irritation upon nobody buying: “..Alright.”

“You will regret this.”

“Hm.”

- he’s attracted to almost everything toons do. completing machines, missing skillchecks, picking up items, and using active abilities all send him towards the location of the toon.

- his attention span is 10 seconds long.

- the song that plays in his elevator shop is l’amore dice ciao by armando trovajoli.

- every 60 seconds when lethal solaris spawns, he sends a solar flare that covers players screens with yellow text reading ‘PAY ATTENTION’ for 5 seconds.

- lethal solaris takes a longer time to have a chance of spawning than dandy does. players need to avoid buying for 6 floors.

- his abomination variant accentuates his lion features. his claws are sharper, his rays closely resemble a mane, his teeth are bared, and when spotting a player, he chases them on all fours.

- as an abomination, his walk speed is 16, and his chase speed boosts up to 27, barely faster than Twisted Pebble. In Panic Mode, it’s increased to 32.7, 31 with suppression.

- upon 100% research, players acquire the trinket ‘kinetic spinner’, a fidget toy Samual gifted to him. it decreases hearing range for all abominations with the exclusion of solaris himself by 15%.

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MADE A SONA FINALLY AFTER TWO BILLION YEARS

i tried hard to give them normal feet and show the hands but i couldn’t figure out how to attach the arms or draw the feet so hooves and weird pose it is (it always is)

clotheless version under cut (this was my first time drawing someone naked like ever)

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spread propaganda

go support and follow lee or i do the kill the you

Glitterforcexride!!

Ft: Sprout and Vee!!

(+ some art works! .☘︎ ݁˖)

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drew my friends dw oc, starley the star !! yippee

(friend in question is @retrocalucations)

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shrimpo is basically karkat, and karkat is basically fred durst, which makes sense because theyre all me :)

like homestuck karkat or

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The Perfect Picture

bluudud voice: “you know the deal!”

pairing: inkpaint // peyton (oc) x blot (canon)

fandom: dandy’s world

basic premise: peyton goes through artist’s block while trying to paint their twelfth portrait of blot. nothing they paint looks right to them, so they decide to take a break and spend the day with blot searching for inspiration.

sfw

tw/cws: none

border creds: @/thecutestgrotto

enjoy !!!

magixy is an oc belonging to @sylviepaw ok bye

Peyton stepped back from the canvas, his eyes narrowing into slits behind his glasses and observing every stroke of his latest painting with distaste. It was a painting, yes, but something felt off.

Usually, if Peyton felt something was missing from a piece, a simple edit or change of color would do. But this, he thought as he adjusted his glasses, was different. The portrait looked like Blot, yes, but it didn’t feel like him.

With an exasperated sigh, he took the painting down and tossed it into his growing pile of failures. “No, no, no. This won’t do.” He muttered, folding his arms over eachother and unconsciously pacing his room.

Peyton had never experienced ‘artist’s block’— not once. From the first time he picked up a paintbrush, art seemed to paint itself for him. It felt natural, how easily each stroke of a brush could create something he showed off with pride.

He was gifted, wasn’t he? Before today, there had never been a single painting that Peyton had looked over with anything but joy, but the very thought of showing any of his attempts to Blot felt as if he’d be insulting him.

Of course, if he were to show one to him, he would more than likely adore it, but Blot never noticed the imperfections that seemed so obvious in Peyton’s eyes. If he only looked closer..

He paused mid-step, a thought crossing his mind. Inspiration was sure to get him motivated again, wasn’t it? Yes, he thought. That’s what I need. Inspiration— and Peyton knew just where to look for it.

“Blot!” He called, throwing open the door to his room. Tisha flinched, nearly dropping her broom to the ground. “Peyton! You startled me!” She lightly scolded. “Ah! Apologies, apologies. I’m just looking for— well, you likely already know, judging by my abrupt entry.. have you seen him?”

Tisha thought for a moment, resting her broom against the wall and tapping a thoughtful finger against her chin. “Oh!” She snapped her fingers. “He mentioned visiting Magixy to pick something up! At least, I think he did.. check her room, maybe?”

Peyton nodded. “Thank you, Tisha!” She opened her mouth to reply, but by the time she looked up, he had already disappeared. “Gosh, he's fast..”

Each step Peyton took leading to Magixy’s room was taken with excitement. Both for finally breaking from his art rut and— of course— seeing Blot. The thought of him alone widened Peyton’s smile.

Their relationship wasn’t new, yet he never got over the small gestures. Peyton had grown into a bit of a sap, if he’d say so himself. Who could blame him? He was sure anybody couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Blot’s smile.

Peyton had gotten so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he nearly missed the door to Magixy’s room. Part of him wished he had. He had never enjoyed talking to the mischievous cat— not since she tossed a smoke bomb in his face before escaping with his favorite paintbrush, but there was nearly nothing he wouldn’t do to see Blot.

He raised a fist and lightly rapped on the door. Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing Magixy. She said nothing at first, simply narrowing her eyes. “Let me guess. Here for Blot?” He nodded.

“Too late. I sent him on his way a while ago.” She moved to close the door. “Wait! Did he say anything about where he was headed?”

Magixy rolled her eyes, huffing in annoyance. “No, he just ran off. Better go find him.” Without another word, she door shut with a loud slam. Peyton sighed, his smile immediately dropping.

His search for inspiration had been ultimately fruitless. He stepped back from the door, preparing to return to his room and keep trying until he had something, when a voice interrupted him. “!notyeP” (Peyton!)

He spun around so fast he nearly tripped himself. Blot ran towards him, clutching something in a gloved hand. “!ouy rof tfig a evah I !notyeP” (Peyton! I have a gift for you!)

He blinked. “A gift?” In his eyes, Blot’s presence was enough of a gift for him. A soft, genuine smile slowly spread across his face. “Oh, Blot, you’re such a sweetheart.”

Blot excitedly held his gift up towards Peyton. It was black with a white tip, resembling a magic wand. Though a bit confused, Peyton was no less grateful. Blot tugged on a string at the end of the wand, and a large array of artificial flowers with vibrant colors bloomed from the top.

Peyton paused. Aside from Blot, his favorite thing to paint— and simply be near, really, was flowers. He had always been drawn to them. If he had to guess, he’d say the sheer variety was what attracted him to flowers.

Despite his adoration for them, however, each attempt to begin his own garden was met with failure. They’d wilt and wither away far before they would bloom. “ ?meht ekil uoy oD” (Do you like them?)

He reached out, slowly taking the bouquet in his hands. “ Of course I do. They’re beautiful, Blot. Thank you.” For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about searching for perfection. He had already found it, he realized.

Peyton brought a hand up, gently cradling the side of Blot’s face. He opened his mouth to speak, sharply cut off by Magixy’s room door swinging open. “Can you not do that infront of my room? I can hear you, you know. Thanks.”

The door slammed abruptly. Peyton blinked, a twinge of embarrassment flaring. “ ..What do you say we head to the kitchen instead? Maybe Sprout’s baked something.” Blot nodded, taking Peyton’s hand in his as they walked.

Peyton tucked the bouquet into his apron’s pocket, his previous smile returning. He could worry about creating the perfect painting later. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was the Blot that existed outside of a canvas.

this ended up being shorter than i wanted 🥀 oh well, at least it’s smth considering i’ve been working on stupid vee and stupid solaris for a MOTNH GUH

i procrastinate too much

i hope you liked it and thank you for reading to the end!!

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i don’t know anymore

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doodleboard

also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!

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this guy!!

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finished product !!

cloakless ver under cut because i did not spend all that time drawing her body js to cover it

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drawing/slightly redesigning belle! it’s been a good while since i’ve given her attention,, dont arrest me for neglect i’m trying 🥀

differences from her og design:

- removed her droopy ears (technically still there, just under her wool)

- reduced size of her tail (lambs have stubby little tails)

- made arms visible

- made the bell on her collar more bell-ish

- shortened her hair/wool

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my name is vee….. without a tee eh,,,, hey i’m vee,,… and i like to see….

a bit rushed with the coloring because by the time i got to that stage my tablet was at two percent and i don’t have a charger around 🥀 the little strings of ichor were the funnest part of this

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this is the third time anyone has drawn any of my ocs ever and it makes me smile every time

IM IN TEARS MY FRIEND (@/zeroideas on discord) DREW SUBSCREEN FOR ME BASED OFF OF REGEARSAL IM ACC SCREAMING

every time i look at it i get a sense of unbridled joy this is perfection dare i say peak

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OH NY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS GOD WGAT OH MY GOD ?????

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Rehearsal

oc x canon drabble/short story/wtv

pairing: Sunscreen // Solaris (oc) x Vee (canon)

fandom: dandy’s world

basic premise: solaris (attempting) to teach vee a dance to perform during his upcoming play. she can barely grasp it, annoying him.

sfw

tw/cws: none

border creds: @/saradika_graphs

may be a little ooc because i genuinely have no idea how to write vee but enjoy!

i lowk can’t believe i posted this

“The choreography itself is simple.” Solaris began, bringing a gloved hand to straighten his jabot. His shoes, heeled and metal plated, clicked against the wooden backstage floor as he approached Vee.

She was hardly listening, and he could tell. Her eyes focused anywhere but his face— scanning over the bold vermillion fabric of his suit and down to his polished dance shoes. The corner of Vee’s mouth lifted into a side smile.

“Dressing to impress, I see.” She snarked, arms folding across her chest. An excess of care poured into physical appearance was no new habit of Solaris’. Vee could only assume it was an aftereffect of spending so much time around Glisten.

“I couldn’t look like a slob in front of my dearest student, could I?” Quipped Solaris sarcastically, straightening the lapels of his suit jacket, the act carrying a sense of pride. “Though, clearly, only one of us concerns themselves with looking presentable.”

He extended a hand, straightening Vee’s vibrant lime tie with a dissatisfied grimace. As he moved to pull away, she wrapped a cool metal hand around his wrist and pulled, yanking him closer with messy stumbled steps.

Solaris felt his face flare up, his usual bright orange color twinging with red and his sun rays threatening to kindle. Vee’s other hand traced his suit, stopping at his jabot to tug, bringing his near-stunned eyes to hers. “..I— enough.”

Vee grinned as Solaris pulled away from her hold and sharply turned to face his back to her, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm his fluster and muttering what could only be a curse under his breath.

“Calm, composed, charismatic Solaris? Flustered? This can’t be.” Vee taunted. “Ugh, be quiet..”

With one final deep breath, he turned to face Vee again. “Moving on,” he started, rays twitching ever so slightly. Her actions were burned into his mind, clearly. “..The dance. It shouldn’t be difficult to memorize. Only a few simple steps, really.”

Vee raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Simple?”

“Believe me, I knew it’d be wise to avoid granting you the role of main dancer. All you’ll be doing is a simple back and forth step pattern. Allow me to demonstrate.”

He turned his back to Vee, placing a record in the player and lowering the tonearm. A classical melody gently played, each note hanging in the air as the atmosphere of the theatre shifted.

Solaris raised his arms, raising one above his head, the other extended out by his side. He stepped back, then forth, repeating the action just enough to get the point across. Vee stifled a laugh as she watched.

“A ballet move, I’m assuming.” Though she knew it was through her detection software, confirmation never caused any harm. Solaris lowered his arms, gesturing to Vee with a sweep of his arm. “Now, repeat after me. And at least try to be elegant on your feet.”

Compliantly, Vee raised her arms and rose to the tips of her feet. “No, no, no.” Solaris interjected, tone sharp. “Lower your arms. Don’t reach for the sky like that.”

Vee hardly suppressed an eye roll, adjusting the position of her arms. She stepped forward— “No. Stop that.” She couldn’t hold back an annoyed groan. “Your steps are too wide. Keep them close and short.” He criticized sharply.

“Yes, boss.” Vee responded, voice dripping with sarcasm. She stepped back, then forward, then back. Solaris was silent, but she could tell he was holding back an uncountable amount of complaints.

“You’re slouching. Straighten your posture.” Vee was almost tempted to walk out of the theatre and forefit her role, but with gritted teeth, she persevered.

“Oh, for the love of.. must I do everything myself?”Solaris grumbled, stepping closer to Vee. He placed a hand on her lower back, guiding grace into her steps.

“Just had to step in, didn’t you..” Her crooked antennae twitched. She felt her internal system heat up, a twinge of green blush— if you could call it that— spreading across her screen.

“There. Now you actually look like you know what you’re doing.” He mocked, though his hand lingered, steps unconsciously syncing with Vee’s. “Since when did you know so much about dance, anyway? Your little shows don’t include it much.”

“In her free time, Chalice teaches me. Not moves alone— but the history and language of dance as well. I practice what I learn from her with Glisten.”

Vee hummed. She lowered her practice stance, inching closer to Solaris. “Did she ever teach you the tango?” He furrowed his eyebrows, sun rays twitching. “..Stop that.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me to dance? C’mon.” Vee grabbed hold of Solaris’ hands, lacing their fingers together and pulling him closer.

“A dance. Not to dance. Choreography is already coded into your system, isn’t it?” He corrected, eyes drifting to the unopened crates of stage props tucked into the corner rather than lingering on Vee.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t practice. Didn’t Chalice teach you to make eye contact while dancing?” She lead his hands to rest on her shoulders, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Slowly, they danced— somewhat. Solaris matched the rhythm of Vee’s steps with hesitance absent during his routine with Glisten, likely complying to avoid her heel crushing his foot.

Dancing with him felt natural. It was something he’d done without much thought. Yet with Vee, the typically effortless dancer had to make a conscious effort not to trip over his own feet— or hers.

“Look at me.”

Solaris kept his eyes trained to the floorboards, focusing more on the sound of their shoes tapping against the wood than her voice. “This is uncomfortably intimate.”

“Then we’re doing it right. Isn’t that what dance is supposed to be?” Her grip tightened on his waist, subtly drawing him closer.

“Between lovers. We are not lovers.” Solaris resisted her pull, the leather of his gloves wrinkling as he dug his fingers into her shoulders, claws threatening to unsheathe.

He wouldn’t make any attempt to hurt her, of course. The reaction was instinctive, a defensive mechanism blossoming from his childhood that he had never managed to tame, much like his unpredictable temperature. “We could be.”

Vee lowered a hand to grab Solaris’ leg, hoisting it to hook just above her hip, forcing him into a dip position. The other went to the back of his head, preventing him from making any effort to pull away as her microphone tail wrapped around his leg.

Solaris was nearly thrown off balance, barely managing to avoid falling backwards. He hardly managed to keep his temperature down, face tinting a vibrant red almost comparable to the fabric of his suit and heartrate speeding.

“I.. you’re being ridiculous, Vee.” Solaris barely managed, making an effort to tug his leg away from her tail. She tightened her grip, bringing his face closer to hers. “Don’t move. You’ll ruin our perfect stance.”

Solaris kept his mouth shut as she leaned closer, eyebrows knitting together. She brushed her lips against his trembling ones, smiling at his effort to keep a straight face.

Their lips tentatively connected in an uncertain, brief kiss. Solaris was quick to pull away, his face burning with embarrassment. Vee grabbed a fistful of his suit, yanking him back towards her for another.

Her lips were cold, the distant taste of metal and ichor lingering on them. Vee held the kiss firmly for a moment longer before pulling away, taking in a sharp breath.

Solaris was quick to rip away from her grasp, dragging a hand down his face, his breath shaky. He didn’t dare try speaking, wanting to avoid embarrassing himself by stuttering and stumbling over his words.

Vee adjusted her tie and smoothened out her blazer, flashing Solaris a confident grin. “I’d say that’s plenty of rehearsal for today. I have a show to prepare for.”

He looked at her through his fingers, eyes narrowed into slits. “..Just go. Leave. See yourself out. We never speak of this again.”

Vee turned toward the curtains concealing the theatre seats and exit, drawing them back and stepping on to the main stage.

Solaris wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, hands clenched at his sides. “Disgusting.”

yippeeeee!!!!

first time writing a kiss and it’s between a television and the sun lmao

thank you for reading to the end and i hope you liked it!!! more dreamwall soon trust

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i just realized how little art i’ve posted here instead of reblogging from my side so. i owe you all a follwall drawing, maybe even follwallmark