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Do you always color code characters?

yessss....? i think so. i feel like i associate different colors with different people irl too. like my fiance is a maroon guy. or my mom is emerald green. it extends to when im drawing i guess! sometimes its easy and sometimes it takes a few drawings to feel the color

i dont really have a good color for umbral other than black which is kinda annoying for doodles, but ive started thinking a really dark blue works well

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All for Quix?

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A note with some attached photocopies held together by a paperclip is handed to Quix during his next visit to the library by one of the librarians as he goes to pass the front desk. The pages are well annotated, with some lines highlighted.

16/08/200X

Quix - Hope you are well. I was doing some research on weapon usage pre-explosives and went down a bit of a rabbit hole on the bow and arrow just due to its pervasiveness throughout the world. Over 60,000 years old and, while less so maybe in a combat sense, still well loved and practiced today which is pretty impressive. Anyway, you are one of the few who seem to at least humor my historical prattle, and I know you have an affinity for archery, so I hope you can appreciate some of my recent findings. I am sure you are more than practiced in contemporary techniques, but perhaps some forgotten tips from times past might be of some minor interest to you? Take a look if you want; I also included some of the titles and their classification numbers if you actually feel compelled to read more for yourself.

--Saturn

At the bottom is a short list of call numbers to find the books used.

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[to: Q] come over and just hit me in the head. as hard as you can. i think i can only trust you to do it right and quick. [/trash]

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Orange daybreak light pours through the blinds, slightly warming the floor and bed it reaches. Saturn groans, covering his eyes with his arm.

Quix is going to do my door in if I turn him down for a run. Again. I should get my shoes.

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07/01/200X 06:44

Did not sleep well last night. No surprise. But have woken up to see the next day this morning- much to my begrudgement.

Quix crushed my tickets out. Hate that asshole. Hate that he was right even more. Doesn't matter. Suppose it would be remiss of me to miss in witness of what H has coming to him.

What does he even care anyway. For such a recluse he sure loves inserting himself into everyone else's business. Don't you have enough to worry about with students your own age? Fuck Q. Fuck H. Fuck Umbral. Fuck this stupid house and its paper thin half ply walls.

Whatever. My head still hurts. I am having 3 Cokes for breakfast and fixing the locks. Again.

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doodle dump... i have a lot of headcanons for stuff that i dont actually get to decide! but i figured i'd post some doodles i dont think i shared outside of like. maybe bee and jay!

yes i am still homestuck trash. dont worry

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Have any cherished childhood memories Gaur?

Gaur sits at the pool, feet in the water. It's a surprisingly warm day, and it reminds him of where he grew up.

"My dad taught me how to fish, and my mom taught me how to braid my hair." He looks up at the partially cloudy sky. "Before my eye got messed up. My dad owned a fishing boat. He brought me along sometimes. I was pretty little..." Gaur laughs quietly. "...but I managed to catch a pretty big fish. My dad and the guys were really excited. Then I accidentally let it go. Well... actually, I felt bad for it, so I pretended it was an accident."

He dips his hands into the water, then runs them through his hair. Yes, chlorinated water. It's fine, probably. "I don't like cutting my hair, so my mom taught me how to braid it. Keep it out of my face. She taught me other hair stuff, too, but I don't really practice it. I have the trinkets." He sighs. "She was much more patient than I am."

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Home Ec Class

[Featuring H & C]

H wouldn’t have elected to take this class, if C had not insisted on it’s importance. He could see the sneer in his peripheral vision on the Romanian teenager’s lips. Holding the babydoll by the scruff of the neck with a perturbed expression, H scans new paper ads for discounted foods and tries to ignore the boy beside him. 

When he agreed to this, he had hoped this would only be lecture and notes but they have been assigned a project on finances and child care.

 "Babies can eat bread if ya’ put it in a blender first, rite’?“ He asks with some reluctance.. and honest ignorance.

C is dotingly cradling the doll in his arms and H does not have to look to know he is giving him an amused look of superiority at the inquiry.

” They can eat bread right?” C mocks, mimicking his inflection and deepened tone with a hint of dullness. “Do you even hear yourself? Why not a family size bag of potato chips and liter of cola?”

“What the hell did you pick for yer’s then, wise-ass?!”

“My babies will have plenty of home grown nutritious foods~ Unlike you, I’m intent on providing only the best for mine.“

“W-what the hell is that s'posta mean? I can provide as good as you can!”

Despite H’s loud bellowing, C is ignoring his aggravated response and instead id squinting at the care circled on the article on H’s desk. 

“ … Didn’t you get assigned 3 children?”

                   "Yeah, so?!“

                              ”… That’s a coupe.“ 

                                                       "It’s affordable!”

C fixes H with a disbelieving expressing and falls silent a moment as though things might come to make more sense if he gave them time. They don’t.

           "Where the hell are you gonna put the other two kids?“

                  "Who said I was gonna take them with me?”

                   "You would just leave your children at home alone?…“

"I wouldn’t be alone long if I had a nice lookin’ car t'meet my dates in.”

The blue eyes of the dark haired teen flash with something humorous and he snickers with a growingly toothy smile.

���Sorry, kids, daddy’s got a hot date. Ya’ll be sure to hide in the closets if you hear daddy come home early.~ He’s gotta rope this one in before they meet you.”

                   "Hey! I would tell them about my fuckin’ kids!“

The snickering turns into open laugher and C seems to be having difficulty maintaining his superior demeanor. This has caught the attention of a few of their peers and H begins to feel embarrassed the glances he can feel at his back that he refused to meet.

"O-h-Oh, yeah! I love kids, I have three actually! I just left the other two at home by themselves so I could come to this bar with you and this infant.” C mocks, through huffing fits.

“What the hell ever, man! Maybe they’ll both fit on my lap or something. Hell, I don’t know- I’ll strap them to the roof.” H responds dismissively.

“Okay, babe just give me one minute to tighten these straps on my illegitimate children before we take off~” C says, clearly not through with the game.

“Who said my kid ‘er illegitimate?! They have no mother! I am practically having a immaculate conception here!” The blond says, growing a bit red faced from provocation.

C, cradling the babydoll in his arms shakes his head, his teeth still showing through a confident smile.

“I can only imagine how showing up with three kids and claiming you have no idea how you ended up with them is going to go over~”

The blond boy shoots up from his seat infuriated, brandishing his assigned offspring before beginning to hit C with the doll repeatedly causing the doll to beginning a robotic crying.

                        “H-help! H is beating me with his   mistake  !”

@caustic-c 

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Oboy

[TW: talk of suicide, general kinda creepy stuff]

Best friends.

That’s right. Obelus has achieved his main goal since leaving the infirmary for the first time. He has made a friend, a best friend, the only friend that could possibly matter. Before being cast away, his family had declared him to be cursed. His parents died, along with a set of aunt and uncle with a cousin. Everyone that cared for him was doomed to die. Away to an orphanage, where he immediately tried to kill himself. How could an eight year old want to die so badly?

Alas, the infirmary kept him going. Obelus had decided that whatever kid he met first, that would be his new best friend. His only friend. And if that friend died, well… that’s it. No friends. Tired but healthy again, Obelus was finally discharged after over a week. The bright light shining in from the hallway windows felt blinding after so long in the fluorescent light. He covered his eyes and turned away. Finally adjusted, when he looked up, he saw his newest, bestest friend.

“Hey, kid,” the fellow kid called out to him. “Do me a favor.”

“Uh… haha…” Obelus was working on English. He came from a strictly German speaking family, but he’s picked up the basics quickly. “Whoooo are you?”

The boy huffs, considering finding a different peer to harass. “Call me B. Well?”

“I’m-... I think I’m Obelus…?” No more name, just a nickname. “What do you need, B?”

“Find After, tell him to meet me on that roof.” B points out the window. “At five o’clock, today. Got it?”

“I don’t… uh…”

“Tan skin, long hair, fish eyed stare. You’ll know him. Might not talk to you, though, loser.” B grins. “You better tell him.”

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After didn’t die, and for fulfilling the favor, B didn’t completely disregard Obelus. Actually, Obelus was able to follow B around like a lost puppy. A lot of times, B would ignore him. That was fine. Obelus was content to watch his new best friend go about his day.

Time ticked by. Obelus eventually proved himself worthy of friendship by whatever metric B had been tracking. This gave Obelus the opportunity to become more and more bold. After didn’t like how clingy the third was, but if B was okay with it, After couldn’t do much about it. Sooner than later, Obelus even got a special assignment for his ongoing psychology classes. He was meant to evaluate B, keep an audio log on their sessions, and write journals. Secretly, Obelus came into possession of a camera that he used almost exclusively to take photos of B.

This project was Obelus’ pride and joy. He made copies of everything. Everything. Over time, he even built something of an extremely well hidden secret collection. His favorite photos of B, handwritten notes, special recordings, even some bloody wrappings from some time B got injured, specially preserved. Anything Obelus could reasonably get his hands on, he did. It crossed as many boundaries as it possibly could, but nobody, not even B, knew about it. This was Obelus’ most grave secret. What would happen if it was found? It’s possible that B might be impressed, but with so many pictures, he would most definitely be in extreme trouble.

As they got older, everything became more complicated. Favorite pictures changed. Obelus got better at taking sneak shots. Puberty hit him like a truck, and B definitely became even more attractive than Obelus already thought. It would come as no surprise that some of those pictures were more than just for show.

Much to After's disdain, the two did become intimate. Every encounter felt like another treasure for Obelus. Every kiss, every touch, all of it. Even when B would get mad at him for something else, a little meeting could take away the sting. Everything B allowed, Obelus would take. Everything B wanted, Obelus would give. Anything for his dear best friend.

Then came the decoys. It wouldn’t be enough to have the secret stash. If B were to go on a rampage, be in some kind of worse mood, it would be over. If Obelus didn’t have anything in plain sight, or worse, if he didn’t have anything hidden but findable, B would know there was something hiding even better. It was difficult to find a good balance, but Obelus managed.

B eventually ran away. Every single picture of him that he found was destroyed, along with some of Obelus’ other possessions. Heart pounding, already devastated from his best friend’s departure, Obelus locked himself away in his room. Shreds of the obvious photos, shreds of the hidden photos…

But the stash remained.

A visible ripple of relief washed over him. Obelus was still shattered by the combo of After killing himself and B running away, but the stash could keep him together enough to keep going. That entire night, he spent hours looking through everything, reading all the notes, listening to recordings. He especially treasured the recordings. How long would B be gone? Would he ever come back? Nothing would escape Obelus’ memory as long as he had his trove. Tears stained his shirt, and he met the bottom of many bottles, but B would always be with him.

Nobody could take it away.

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The common mistake people make is in believing they can do anything to stop B from doing something he very much wants to do, and this is coming from someone that managed to stop him from doing one thing he did not want to do as much. If he wants to burn the orphanage down, it's going down, if he wants to drink laundry detergent he is going to drink that detergent. He is like a husky in that way. -Y

Obelus stares at the packet of pills before putting them away. Maybe two was too many. He's already hearing nagging in his ear. At least it's not Judge or Gamma this time. Or even worse, it could be A. He swats beside his ear, just in case it was just a particularly annoying fly.

"Hn... laundry detergent probably wouldn't be the worst thing he's put in his body..."

He lulls his head to the side and turns on the TV. It's static. He doesn't have a license for the telly, of course. Why bother. Obelus likes the static.

"It would suck if I was there, burning..." He looks at his watch. It's pretty late-- well, to be technical, it's pretty damn early. "Maybe I'll call off tomorrow... Eh, I'll be fine..."

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Sounds like you were an enabler then, Obelus.

Obelus holds up a finger. He chugs the whole can he just opened, then crushes it flat with both hands. Buuuurp. He tosses the can backwards and into his recycling bin. How talented.

"Enabler, huh... that's a pretty simple way of putting it. I mean, again, he didn't need me for any of it. What happened, it would have happened, even if I wasn't there, haha. When we die, the cycle goes on. If B never met me, he would've done everything anyway."

The part time professor pulls out a packet that looks similar to birth control, but obviously, it's not that. He pops a pill, thinks for a moment, and takes a second one. Somebody isn't having a good day.

"Call me what you want, say I did whatever... pfft. You're not giving B enough credit if you think I could have changed a damn thing."

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[ BRUSH ] for Umbral!

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ―sender brushes receiver’s hair

Cross legged, eyes closed. Umbral breathes softly. Earlier in the day, Umbral finally beat a record that Big Bro had been pushing him towards. Even the smallest bit of approval made the trial worth it.

Big Bro sits behind him, brushing his silky blond hair. "You've been growing it out, haven't you?"

"Mhmm." Umbral chuckles. "I realized a while ago, that my dad wanted my hair buzzed all the time. I think it's fun to play with long hair, so..."

Big Bro tugs his hair sharply. Umbral makes a shocked whine.

"Be careful, angel. Everything can be used against you. It isn't enough to like something for fun."

Umbral holds back a sigh. "It's not just for fun! I think I'll be prettier with long, black hair."

"Oh? You don't like being blond?"

"No way! My sister had really pretty black hair. I want to look more like her."

Big Bro nods in understanding. He's aware that Umbral's sister, Siguris, never actually existed. Perhaps the real reason is to look more like Big Bro.

"So you want to be prettier. That's useful. Pretty people get better treatment."

"One day, everyone will either love me, want to be me, or want to kill me. Isn't that right?"

"You're getting there."

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Obelus, did you approve of B doing bad things? Or did you try to stop him?

"Did I approve? Did I try to stop him?" Obelus looks down an empty bottle. Disappointing. He cracks open a can of something else. "He didn't need my approval. He didn't need me to decide what was good or bad- who's the judge of that?"

He smiles, thinking about all the times Judge scolded Backup and himself for getting into trouble.

"Trying to stop B is pointless, don't you think? What stops gravity? What stops the world from rotating? What stops natural disasters? Haha, not me."

Obelus remembers telling A to meet B on the rooftop. He remembers playing 'doctor' with B. He remembers hijacking a car and going on a booze cruise. They did a lot together.

"I wanted to be in his psyche. What makes B tick? I didn't really approve or disapprove, haha, I just walked along the path taking notes. I never tried to stop him... that would ruin the authenticity. I even let him break my arm once, you know."

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U Lose

[TW: self harm and general Umbral content]

The second generation, the current generation competing to become the next L, the successor to the single greatest detective to ever exist. After waiting a few years before springing into action, Umbral finally grabbed first place, sound and secure. He felt far beyond the reach of anyone else. Tower and Trix couldn’t hold a candle to him, and Xanax was much too unstable to stand a chance. He was once told not to reveal all his cards at once, nor too early, but what was the problem if there was no one in his way?

A year passes uncontested. Umbral feels comfortable at the top. He maintains his good habits, his certainly remarkable schedule. Between studying and his secret training he kept up after Backup ran away, he still fits in time for theatrics and other interests. The monthly rankings become less and less important. In fact, last month he didn’t bother to check. The chattering in the halls is all he needed to hear to know he was first again.

Something has changed.

The first of the month. The halls are tense, slightly hushed. It feels like a bad omen. Umbral wasn’t planning on checking the ranks, but eyes are on him. Everyone he passes, staring, watching, picking him apart quietly. Where he would normally turn for the cafeteria, instead he turns for one of the living spaces. The ranks are posted in a high traffic area for maximum effect. There’s quite a few more students than he expected. Surely, it’s too early for the second generation to be retired. Surely, Roger would have pulled him aside. Right?

The small sea of students part to let Umbral pass. All eyes are on him. Normally, Umbral lives for an audience. This evening, it feels disturbing. His confident walk causes his ponytail to sway side to side. He doesn’t look at his peers, none of them really his equal. Keep watching, the show hasn’t started yet. Umbral approaches the board with a casual smile.

SECOND GENERATION

FIRST: EYE

SECOND: UMBRAL

THIRD: TRIX

FOURTH: TOWER

…

Umbral lets out a quiet laugh.

“Huh?”

Umbral grins wide.

Umbral turns to face the crowd, grin plastered across his face. He doesn’t blink. His skin is porcelain, his hair stops swaying.

Umbral has everyone’s attention.

“You’re all here to see me? Lil’ ol’ me? Huh?”

Umbral cackles with laughter. Second place. Umbral. How absurd. Nobody backs away. It seems that everyone wants to know how Backup’s little brother is going to respond.

“Ah… Eye. Does he ever leave his room? I thought he was rotting away in there! He reeks! And yet… ha! Incredible!”

Umbral sort of crosses his arms, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. Through his turtleneck sweater, his nails are still scratching at his arms. Memories of failure flood him. How many times did Backup beat him? Look down on him? What did Backup teach him all those times?

Impossibly, his grin widens, open mouthed. Maybe he looks deranged, maybe he looks amused. Umbral tilts his head back down to face the audience. Some of them appear a little concerned now, but most of them are simply curious. How will Umbral fall?

“What? Heh. What? WHAT?” He giggles, he laughs, he doubles over with guffaws. Second. How many seconds have passed? His laughter is the only thing filling the room. Abruptly, he stands up straight, silent. Any trace of glee has been wiped from his expression, his entire demeanor. Umbral looks gravely serious.

“Nnn… you like this, don’t you… but this won’t do at all.”

Umbral takes a step toward the crowd. They all take a step back. Umbral lunges forward. The small group in front of him scramble out of the way.

“Aw, hehe. You’re scared of someone who can’t even win? You’re all pathetic little losers? Well, you aren’t even good enough to be losers! Not a single one of you! Did you see…? None of you were top five, ever, and you’re all here for me… the first loser! Oops, that was my brother, huh… I guess I’m the second loser!”

Umbral storms forward, pushing a few other students out of the way.

“Nothing to see here, folks! We’ll be back to your regularly scheduled winner next month!”

Nobody dares to follow Umbral wherever he is heading. Quiet murmuring starts with Umbral’s exit. There’s discussion that most of them thought he would react even more poorly, and some of them think the worst is yet to come.

Umbral finds himself in a bathroom. He’s looking in the mirror, no brother to be found. It’s just him. Alone. His ear to ear grin is back. Umbral touches the mirror.

“I’m disappointed in you, Umbral. You weren’t worth my time.” Umbral mocks himself in a voice that’s not his own.

“I’m doing the best I can!”

“That’s even worse.”

Umbral laughs, his whole body shaking. Big Bro would be so disappointed in him. Big Bro wouldn’t just kick him while he’s down, he would pour salt all over him, throw him to the dogs, ignore him… Big Bro would know exactly what to do to make Umbral feel worse than he already feels. How could this have happened? How could Umbral have let himself slip? It’s impossible that Eye could actually be that skilled, right?

Eye is here. Eye is watching. Quietly observing Umbral.

“Oh? Is that U? No, it’s Eye.” Umbral’s grin falls. He doesn’t look at Eye. “I spy, with my little eye… no, that’s no good.” His hand balls into the fist. He hits the mirror. “Eye. Eye… insignificant, no friends, no marketable appeal… stinky, disgusting… heh… an eyesore…”

Eye doesn’t react whatsoever.

Umbral suddenly punches the mirror as hard as he can, shattering it into pieces. He bloodies his hand in the process. His other hand grips the sink tightly. “Nn… ha… oh, Eye. What have you done? Hehe. Do you know?”

Eye watches Umbral pick up the biggest mirror shard. It fits nicely in his hand, with a little blood tainting it.

“Eye, you? You’re capable of something like this? Wooow… talk about silent but deadly. Hey, hey…” Umbral suddenly starts laughing again.

“You can’t assume you’re better than everyone. You have to be. You can’t stop running at the finish line.”

“I must have stopped running, huh? Too early? Ehehe. I see… Eye saw…” Umbral grips the glass tighter, approaching Eye.

Eye doesn’t react. He’s not afraid of Umbral.

“SAY SOMETHING!” Umbral screams. Smile.

Eye doesn’t react. Of course he doesn’t. A silent observer, waiting for Umbral to fall, just like how he toppled Tower.

Umbral raises his hand back, threatening to pierce Eye’s neck with the shard. Instead, Umbral brings it back down onto his own arm, ripping open his sweater and his skin. He did not hit anything that would cause him to bleed out, but he is most definitely bleeding.

Eye doesn’t outwardly react, but he feels sick to his stomach.

“Wow! I think I understand you, Eye.” Umbral grabs Eye’s hand, placing the now very bloody piece of glass in his palm. Gently, as to not cut him too. “You must really hate me. Have I ever done anything to you, hm…?” Umbral doesn’t seem to mind his blood dripping down his arm, onto the floor. “Oh, are you still mad about me taking a chainsaw to your door? I was worried about you, silly! Heh. You know, even in a place like this, you need a friend. Poor Eye, all alone in his room… I was doing you a favor.”

Eye doesn’t give a response, and he doesn’t grip the glass. It sits in his unmoving hand.

“You could kill me. Is that something you want? Or did you want me to live, so you can rub it in? Is that right? I think you want me to suffer! I think all of you do! Oh, Eye, is this love?” Umbral strokes his bloody hand against Eye’s cheek. He giggles like a school child with their first crush. “It’s too bad. Eye doesn’t love U! Oh, so sad! What will Eye do? What will U do? Ehehe… nn…”

Eye’s shirt is already plenty stained, the blood adds a little more character. It’s Umbral’s blood, so it has a whole shit ton of character.

Umbral snatches the glass shard back and walks over to the sink. “It’s so sad, how quickly young love dies… If I kill you, that’ll be me admitting failure. Eye, hey, Eye… I don’t know how long you’ve been watching me! How unfortunate! I knew I had fans, but, wow… gosh… you must be my number one. My super ultra mega fan. How flattering…”

Umbral brushes his bangs out of his face, leaving a streak of blood on his forehead. He smiles brighter than ever. “Okay! Well, I accept your challenge. Try not to kill yourself before I completely annihilate any hope you ever had of being better than the wonderful me. Good night, I love you!”

Umbral tosses the bloody shard into the sink, leaving his whole mess behind. He’s humming happily, off to see Gamma in the infirmary.

Eye watches Umbral leave.

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Nothing wrong with a stabby boi, but let us have our polearm archers and shield archers too!

Patreon - YouTube

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6’3 as a height is so unnecessary. Get down from there

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Vee was my first ever OC! She's changed a lot over the years. I made her all the way back in elementary school. Her original name was Naomi. She was more slim, had a more dull hair color, and had goggles (because I made her for Pokemon Ranger and imagined her to love bird style pokemon). She was a little taller, too.

When I got into DNRP on tumblr and decided to get into ocs here, I adapted her to Wammy's House. Since Naomi was already a character in Death Note, I decided to change her name. I think I was originally going to use Veronica or Vanessa, but there was already an rp'r at the time using that name for an oc. Looked up Irish names, found Vaughn... thought it was pretty fitting.

If I can find any of my old drawings from way back then, maybe I'll take some pictures and upload them. V has been with me through it all!

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pose referenced from @blumineck

will i ever stop drawing this One Singular Character? probably not