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I’m practicing animation and I decided to make a water droplet :) pls don’t steal
The drunk animation has been completed! Its not as clean as I would like it to be, but here we are anyways
Drunk by The Living Tombstone
I know it's been quite a while, but in between work and stuff, I was working on this!
I know it looks funky here and there, but sometimes with art, ya gotta use what ya have around you.
Ash watched the target closely as he went into the bar. She stood on the roof of the four-story office-building across the street, hidden in the dark of the night. She was dressed practically, in simple clothing – black jeans, a dark grey t-shirt, a leather jacket – her purple hair tied back behind her head. At her feet was a black biker’s helmet. At her right ear was a Bluetooth earpiece.
She needed neither binoculars nor night-vision to see clearly in the night; she was Damphyr, the child of one afflicted with vampirism. Beings without most of their progenitors’ strengths, but the few gifts they possess by comparison makes them far greater than humans. Durability, speed and enhanced senses are their hallmark, but the gifts come at a cost. The cost of human blood. A Damphyr can survive on the blood of animals for a time, but they are required to drink the blood of a living human with disturbing and increasing frequency.
For now, she needed only once a month or so. But as her years of life wore on into centuries she would need to feed weekly or even daily. She pondered this as she watched the bar.
“Ash!” buzzed her earpiece. Focusing back in to the present, she barked an answer to the microphone on her lapel. “What, Vesh?”
Vesh responded, “I can see you from here. Stop zoning out! We need you to watch the door. If the target is meeting one of the nine, we’ll need to be able to act at a moment’s notice. You’re our surveillance.”
“If you wanted surveillance, you should have gotten a van,” Ash cracked.
“Who needs a van when you have the sharpest eyes this side of the globe?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Ash quipped, as she noticed something off with the bar. The sounds of violence were emanating from within, which would not have troubled her unduly were it not for the scent. Her sense of smell was arguably her weakest, but there are some scents she could never miss. The scent of blood, the scent of a damphyr, and, strongest of all, the scent of a vampire.
Vampires are rare creatures; few in number and rare to reproduce. They make up for it in unholy might; a single vampire could lay waste to a small city in a single night. But they tend to occupy their time with petty power struggles between each other and attempts to control large swathes of territory. Their servants, known as Revenants, were humans vested with some of their power. Weaker still than even damphyr, Revenants were slow to age and stronger than mortals.
But the scent of a vampire was what Ash smelled now. How she had missed it for so long was beyond her, but it was clear now. The smell was difficult to define – somewhere between a rotting corpse and a rose, soaked in blood. A smell of beautiful decay.
“Vesh, we need to move. Now.”
“Got it. I’ll get the back entrance. You cover the front.”
“Got it.”
Ash jumped from her perch, flipping from headfirst to a pencil dive and landing on the pavement, cracking it. She was unharmed by the tumble, she got up and charged the door as a man was thrown bodily from the window. Or rather, a corpse. Its head was twisted and nearly torn off, a look of agony on its face. Its limbs were twisted as if it had been tortured, but knowing what lay inside, she understood that it had happened within seconds.
She took a second to spit on the corpse. A fool who had been bargaining with a vampire for extended life. But the artifact that he had found was too powerful. His contact with it made him a liability, not an ally.
She charged the door, knocking it off of its hinges. Inside, an unwelcome sight greeted her. Revenants, a dozen of them, were feasting on the corpses of the erstwhile bar-goers. A couple were holding onto the bouncer by the arms, one drinking from his carotid and another on the opposite side, who had chewed through to his aorta.
They all looked up at her, with bestial glares. Damphyr blood was poison to them, but they were bound to their master’s will, and would be more than happy to kill her.
She reached into her coat and pulled out a long dagger – something caught between shortsword and knife in size, but finely wrought all the same, of some strange, silvery metal. She whispered the invocation. “Carnwennan, feoht for mec, innan thone ciegnes Arthorius.”
The blade sheathed itself in shadow, its magic enhancing her accuracy, speed and strength.
Moving faster than the creatures could even fathom, she had already drove the dagger through three of the creatures’ chests, piercing their hearts before they could even draw breath. “Eallgrene sealt adfyr.”
Green flame ripped its way through the creatures anew, burning their flesh and reducing them to ash faster than should have been physically faster. Continuing, she made quick work of the others, and had destroyed the bodies of those who had died. Little evidence remained, and the magical fire did not burn the objects in the room. She breathed, for the first time since entering the place. “You alright?” asked Vesh, through the earpiece.
“…Yes.”
“Good. Nothing on my end. I’ll meet up with you at the basement doors.”
They had gone through the blueprints for the building before the strike. There was a basement, prohibition era, that led down into the sewer. They had guessed the vampire would use this route to escape after putting down the ‘livestock’.
She went over to behind the bar, went into the backroom, and took the short hallway to the back room, where she Vesh was waiting.
Vesh wasn’t damphyr, nor was she human. She was a Nephilim, the long-lost bloodline of angels. Moreover, her bloodline was the (in)direct descent from King (well, queen, but that’s another story) Arthur. She wasn’t all that much stronger than a normal human, until the bloodline was used in conjunction with an Arthurian one. Ash’s weapon was one, the bloodline only enhancing the weapon’s traits, not granting ones on their own.
But Vesh was more powerful in her own way. For she wielded two weapons – Rhongomiant, an ancient spear, and Clarent, the coward’s blade. With their power, she could take down many opponents with little effort – but at a cost. The two could only be wielded in conjunction for a short time, or she would burn up.
Vesh was breathing heavily, her sword sheathed and her spear at her back. “You okay?” asked the (suitably) concerned Ash.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“There’s no shame in turning back,” warned Ash.
“Yes, there is.”
“Okay, only a little,” conceded Ash.
“I’m not going to sit back and let you hog all the glory. Here,” said Vesh, holding out a thermos.
“I’m not thirsty,” protested Ash.
“Yeah, you are.” Said Vesh, gesturing with the thermos. “You didn’t’ have any blood at breakfast, and I’ve been keeping eye on your little freezer down in the basement. You haven’t touched it in going on a week and a half. Drink.”
Ash could smell the blood, and hunger snarled deep within her stomach. But at the same time, a foul disgust was creeping through her. “No.”
“You’ve got to drink sometime. Please. You need it.”
Vesh hold the thermos close to Ash’s face.
“I said no, damn it!” Ash shouted, batting the thermos out of Vesh’s hand and to the ground. Warmed blood spilled across the ground.
Vesh became more concerned. “Ash…”
Ash was stumbling away from the spilled blood, retching at the smell, reaching a corner and throwing up blackened bile. “We need to follow the vampire.” She coughed out, between dry heaves.
“You’re in no condition to fight a vampire. We can turn back – we can get more…”
Ash shook her head. “Don’t say it.”
“Damn it, Ash. You need to drink. You don’t think I’ve noticed you? You don’t sleep anymore. You can barely get down food, and blood… you barely touch it unless you’re desperate. This isn’t healthy. I’m here for you.”
Ash shook her head. “We have to go on. I know… I know this vampire.”
“What? You can differentiate between vampiric bloodlines now? Are… are you certain?”
“I know this one well. This one is…” she trailed off, and began to make her way down the stairs.
--- A Year and a Half Prior ---
Ash was chained to the floor of the cell, her interrogator standing above her. Throwing down a lukewarm blood transfusion bag, he kicked her in the stomach. “Drink, half-blood.”
“F… fuck you…”
He kneeled down, grabbing her by the back of the head, and held her mouth open. Kicking the bloodbag aside, causing it to leak across the ground towards the drain in the center of the room, he gestured to the door. A man stepped in, carrying with him a bound and gagged teenage boy. The boy kicked and screamed as he was dragged into the room. The man carrying him drew a wicked-looking hunting knife, and drew it across the boy’s throat in a swift, decisive motion. The boy was gurgling his last breaths as blood poured from the wound. The interrogator turned Ash’s face up as the other man put the boy’s throat to her open lips, blood pouring into her mouth, her nose, most spilling but some she felt going down her throat.
--- Present Day ---
They were making their way down the stairs in sullen silence when they heard it. The scratching, the skittering, the sound of rats, moving around them in the dark. Ash closed her eyes, her breathing becoming ragged. Vesh took the lead, and motioned for Ash to sit down for a moment. She whispered in her ear. “I’ll be back in just a few seconds. Wait.”
The sounds of blades being drawn and of the screeching of rats. Finally, Ash heard the words, “Eallgrene sealt adfyr.” A bright flash of green, and nothing else. “You can open your eyes now.”
They continued on their way.
--- A Year and a Half Prior ---
Ash was blindfolded as she was led into the room and tied to the chair. It was a cold, study thing of wood. Chained at the ankles and the wrists, weakened from blood deprivation, she struggled against the chains until she was exhausted. She heard him, chuckling and chiding. “Is the little girl tired? Poor little girl…”
“Maybe the girl needs some friends. Yes, maybe some furry friends.”
She heard the sound of blade against sheath as he drew a knife, and felt it as he drew thick lines every few inches down her wrist and thigh. Blood slicked her skin as he stepped back, and whistled.
It was then she heard them. Skittering across the rafters, across the floor. Ash felt it as they fell onto her body, and tried to throw them off, but they kept piling on. She screamed as they bit into her flesh. She screamed and the man laughed.
--- Present Day ---
The hallway was sparsely lit with dangling, electric lights as they continued on their way. The form of the hallway was made of brick and wood, with a floor of cement. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?” asked Vesh.
“I’m fine,” responded Ash, a little too quickly, having been waiting for the question.
“Ash… for gods’ sakes…”
Ash drew Carnwennan, and began the invocation again. The blade sheathed itself in shadow. “I’m fine.”
They reached the end of the hallway, and they saw it.
Sitting in the center of the room was a finely-wrought silver casket, surrounded on all sides by human bodies, blood splattered against the walls. Not catching her breath in time, Ash smelled the blood, assailing from all sides. Gagging, she began the purification invocation to cleanse the room with fire. “Eallgrene sealt adfyr.”
The room flashed green as fire consumed the corpses, leaving ash behind.
“What is this thing?” said Vesh, looking at the coffin.
“An artifact of great power, so they say. The coffin of the progenitors. Capable of bringing a vampire to an almost godlike state.”
“And capable of purifying the blood of a damphyr, my pet,” came a voice from the shadows.
They turned. Ash gasped. “You… you’re dead. I killed you…”
The interrogator stepped forward. “Only a spear of ash and silver can kill a vampire, as you well know.”
Gesturing to a stitched-shut scar around his throat, he laughed. “All you did was offend my vanity.”
He walked forward, touching the coffin with an outstretched arm. “You hurt me, running away like you did. All I wanted was what’s best for you, after all, little cousin.”
He held out his open arms to Ash. “Come to me, pet, I will take you with me and make you my immortal lover.”
Ash held Carnwennan at the ready, taking a step back. Her stance was nearly broken by her shaking.
“Come here, girl, I will hurt you no longer.”
Vesh stepped forward. “Enough.”
Drawing spear and sword, spear at the ready stance, sword ready to guard against blows, Vesh charged, speed and strength enhanced by the magic. The man just jumped out of the way.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to kill me, child. I am a vampire, not some weak-blooded mockery or halfblood pretender.”
Vesh struck with speed and strength, with each strike gaining more momentum and hitting faster. She felt her muscles burn as she fought him, but he dodged each blow with almost nonchalant ease. Growing tired of this, he grabbed the spear by the shaft and struck quickly, knocking the sword aside and biting deeply into her forearm. Vesh let out a cry of pain, as he threw her backwards.
Ash couldn’t stand still anymore. Half frozen in fear while Vesh struck, she steeled herself and struck. The interrogator laughed. “You can’t harm me any more now than you could then, girl.”
Before she could strike his flesh he dodged under the blow and slammed into her, sending her flying across the room, landing next to Vesh.
He crossed the room to where Ash lay, and grabbed her by the throat. “Your blood will fuel my power,” he said, biting into her throat. She felt herself being drained. After a couple moments, he pulled away, lips slick with blood.
“Watch, now, as I ascend to godhood,” he stated, wiping off his lips, opening the coffin. Inside was black velvet. Ripping off his shirt, he lied back into the coffin as the lid closed automatically.
A hissing sound like hydraulic sealing could be heard as the coffin closed.
“Ash,” said Vesh, trying to get closer to her, coughing up blood from broken ribs, unable to move her legs. Ash lay unconscious. Vesh took her wounded arm and put it over Ash’s lips, letting blood drip into her mouth. Still not conscious, Ash’s mouth instinctively bit into Vesh’s arm, draining blood. Vesh grimaced against the pain, but it was not in vain.
Ash awoke, her body repairing itself faster for the blood. She felt a surge of power from her blood, from Vesh’s blood, as Vesh faded out of consciousness.
The coffin opened just as Ash arose, holding Carnwennan and Clarent at the ready. The blood of Arthur she had drunk felt like fire rising in her veins as she spoke in the old tongue. “Cier asprungennes, Vampire.”
Her enemy had changed. Like some monstrous bat, his features had twisted into a vile mockery of the living. His fangs had grown and his teeth grown sharp. He growled.
They did battle, moving faster than sound, booms echoing off the halls. She dodged blow after blow, dealing small wounds bit by bit. Eventually, he failed – mis-stepping, he was impaled on the blades.
“This cannot kill me, whelp. I will return to hunt you. I will return to end you.”
“I know,” said Ash. “But next time, I will not hesitate. In the meantime, let’s see how well you can reform from my namesake. Eallgrene sealt adfyr.”
Flames engulfed him as he screamed in agony, burning as Ash gathered the weapons, picked up Vesh, and began to return up the stairs.
Story Shard 543
You know what I want? I want a Bad Ass Female Super Hero who is afraid of something small and cliche, like bugs or mice, but whose compatriots don’t make fun of her for it. They just step up and take care of the things she can’t. And her fear does not make her any less bad ass it just makes her human.
POV: You're a disciple from one of the other peaks bringing in an order to An Ding Peak
A small drawing I've done, before watching the movie itself (a day or two before release).
P.S. Because of that, I didn't know, that he has spikes on his back. 😅
📏 Okay, so out of curiosity I've decided to compare the heights of a couple of characters in the RTV au
So here's Nicknack. As @runrabitrunrunrun stated, she's somewhere between 5'7-5'9 feet. My oc Nira is next to her. I haven't really decided on her height at first, but now I think she's approximately 3'7-4'0 ft tall (without ears)
AND THEN THERE'S THIS MF!! (/aff💕)
gahDAYMN HE'S TALL (☉_☉')
I mean, I knew @4thwallbreakerdraws2 said he was tall, but not this tall. cheezits (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)
Rise April Challenge 21: Chaos
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Raph gripped the pillow under his head and tried not to shake with the force of his shivers. He hated being sick. Leo just smiled from his seat on the bed, looking down as he counted out pills from a bottle.
“Alright, big buy. Open up.” Raph thought about saying no, but the sooner this was over with the better. He reached out and popped the pills in his mouth, accepting the straw from the cup Leo was holding. The cold drink felt very nice on his sore throat, and he grabbed the cup and drained it. Leo just smiled and patted Raph’s arm.
“So, how long do I need to stay in bed?” Raph asked, voice nasial and horse. Leo just shrugged.
“Till you feel better.” Raph groaned and buried his head in the pillow. “Oh, don't be like that, you big baby. You'll be in fighting shape in no time, if you don't get out of bed.”
Raph lifted his head and looked at Leo, ignoring the pounding in his skull.
“Are you guys gonna be okay?”
“Hermano, were not tots.” Raph wanted to say that they could have fooled him, but he was too tired to try. He just snuggled deeper into his blankets and closed his eyes.
“I’m gonna take a nap now...” He slurred and felt his brother’s hand rub on his head.
“Night, bro. Call if you need me.”
-
Raph woke up to the sounds of crashing and screaming.
He was out of bed and halfway out the door before his eyes were fully open, bed sheet tangled around his legs.
“Guys! What’s happening?! What’s wrong?!”
He stopped his frantic rush as his eyes landed on the mess that was the floor of the skate ramp. Paint cans, action figures, bundles of wires, books, and socks were scattered between water bottles, plastic balls, and what looked to be a curtain rood. In the middle of the disaster of random items was Mikey, lying on his back. Raph rushed over and bent over his brother.
“Mikey! Mikey! What happened? Are you ok?!”
Mikey moaned and blinked at him.
“Raph? What are you doing up?”
“Nevermind that, are you hurt?”
“Naw, I just fell.” Raph relaxed at that and let out a sigh.
“You got to be more careful, Mike.”
“Indeed, you do.” Said a voice from across the room, and the two looked over to see Donnie and Leo coming out of Don’s lab.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mikey dismissed standing up and looked around at the clutter on the floor.
“Alright,” Leo clapped his hands together. “No one's hurt and everything is fine. So, vamos hermano mayor, you’re on bed rest.”
Raph just blinked dumbly for a moment, the adrenaline wearing off, and the feeling of stiff joints and aching muscles reminding him that he wasn’t in the best shape.
But should he just leave his brothers to whatever they were doing? ...What were they doing actually?
He didn’t get a chance to ask before he had been shuffled back to bed by Leo and tucked in.
...Raph guessed it was nothing to worry about.
-
Raph was worried. Leo had woken him up to take more meds and the younger was covered in what looked stripes of paint, ash, and... feathers?
“What happened?” He asked. Leo just shrugged.
“Nothing important.”
Raph narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but the effect was ruined by a coughing fit, which Leo soothed with more cold water.
“It’s all good, Raph. I promise. You just sleep, I’ll wake you up when it’s lunch.”
“You better not be lying.” Raph said, and accepted the meds Leo gave.
-
Raph had woken up about half an hour ago, and he was getting tired of just playing on his phone. Plus, he was starting to get really hungry. He was feeling well enough to get himself some soup or something, and if Leo was going to throw a fit about Raph getting out of bed, he could always point out how often Leo was out and about when he was meant to be on bedrest.
Raph put the ramen in the microwave and poured himself a cup a juice while he waited. He pulled the comforter he brought with him closer around him and sniffed loudly, he really hated being sick.
Just then, Donnie bolted around the corner and slid into the kitchen, throwing open the cabinets and frantically digging around inside. He likely didn’t find what he needed, because he whipped around to try another and froze when he saw Raph blinking at him.
The two just stared at each other till the microwave beeped loudly and broke the silence. Raph turned and opened the door, taking the bowl.
“You good, Don?” He asked. His words seem to snap the softshell out of whatever was going on his head. He stood up straight and cleared his throat.
“Yes, I am perfectly alright. What are you doing out of bed?” Raph lifted the bowl of ramen his hand, confused.
Donnie didn’t ask obvious questions like that.
Donnie rocked on his heels and smiled stiffly.
“Wonderful,” the genius said. “In that case we should get you to bed right away. Chop, chop.” He was already trying to herd his big brother towards his room. Raph tried to protest, he may be tired, sick, and maybe a little slow on the uptake, but he wasn't stupid.
“Don, what’s going on? Why is everyone-”
“LOOK OUT!”
The brothers turned and saw Mikey flying towards them, riding on the back of...
What the heck was that?
Raph didn’t have much time to try and figure that out because he was being tackled out of the way by Donnie. The bowl of hot ramen flying out of his hand, while Mikey and his ride brailed screaming into the kitchen.
Oh, that did not feel good. The snapper leaned against the wall and tried to keep his head from spinning. He then squinted his eyes open to see the chaos unfolding in the room.
Donnie was tearing through the cabinets and shouting for Mikey to: “Hold it still! Watch the tail! THE TAIL, MIKE!” While Mikey tried to follow the instructions and yelled right back. “I SEE THE TAIL! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT, DONALD?! AHHHHH!”
The “it” that they were talking about was some cross between a chicken, a salamander and... a toaster? Yep, a shiny medal body with feathered wings flapping manically, and the toggle to start the toasting on its side jumping up and down, making that clicking-shinking noise. Its eyes were going in two different directions and jumping around. It had two tails too, one a roster’s plumage, all puffed out, and an electric cord that was trying to wrap around Mikey to throw him off.
…
Was Raph dreaming?
Donnie yelled and whipped around with something in his hand.
“CATCH!” He yelled and threw a canister at Mikey. Mikey caught it, ripped off the lid and dumped whatever was inside over the monster's head. Raph just stared as a pile of breadcrumbs fell on the thing's eyes and it just... stopped. It settled down, and just stood still.
Mikey and Donne relaxed and the youngest slid off the chicken-toaster thing, and then locked eyes with Raph and froze in the same way Donnie had earlier.
“Hey, Raph~” He drawled out.
Raph just pinched his stuffed nose, his headache worsening, and his body still shaking with chills. Dammit, he was too sick for this mess.
“Has it hurt anyone?” He asked, not opening his eyes to look at the scene in front of him.
“No.”
“Are you going to be dealing with it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need me for that?”
“No.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Not anymore.” Not ideal, but good enough.
“Great.” Raph turned and walked to his room. “Have Leo bring me some food when he can.”
-
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Raph asked when Leo came in with a bowl of soup and crackers. Leo just shuffled awkwardly.
“You were sick, and nothing you did could have helped. You would have been worried over nothing.” Raph looked up and prayed to whatever was up there for strength.
“Alright, fine. I won’t give you all a lecture, even if you clearly deserve one, so long as we never have to talk or think about whatever the heck that was ever again.”
Leo smiled and handed over the food.
“Deal.”
Prev - Next - Masterpost Ao3 Link: Here Please check out @zee-rambles who came up with this challenge and look at @rise-april-art-challenge to see more submissions by other fans. Please give me feedback if there is anything I should work on.
I was fucking around in fl studio and created this, I call it "Pure chaos and horrible anxiety: The song" because honestly I was just placing random notes to see what the instruments I downloaded sounded like and it turned out so disturbing for some reason??? I kinda like it, but wow I can do better than this
What am I doing wrong? It was supposed to be you and me for the rest of time. Us, hand in hand, as we face whatever challenges come our way. But here you are. You’re back facing me as I sit on my knees in desperation, begging you to reconsider and think about it more. A life with me, being able to see you everyday, being the one that makes you smile. What am I doing wrong?
AN: Hello! I’m gonna try to post a bit more but I’m still new to this. If you have any suggestions or anything please tell me! 😊
P.s. this was inspired by Amy, or at least loosely
@trigun98watchparty
In day 14 we have:"Side profile?" and "Shortie":
I dint have much time to do these, my school tests are coming and i need to study:/
I still gonna try my best to keep posting, wish me lucky in phisic folks👍
Also, i love this ep, because we have more foucus on the girls, and i LOVE the girls:D
Reference:
tried to paint a child… I don’t usually draw child BUT I like horror… so now I drew horror child from the game of videos!
I attempted to draw Jonathan Sims, ignore the shitty quality and the even shittier lighting
did a few
Photo 1 is Orchid (on the billboard) and rose (admiring him)
photo 2 is my splatoon ocs. Co(emerging from the ink) Sal(holding a frying pan) and Mon(watching co)
Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw
Tang AU update!
Here's some low quality Tang AU art to make up for not posting lately
I just and idea of what he would wear and since I was using dry erase marker, the idea for the floral designs on the bottom and sleeves of the jacket just came to me. I also tried to incorporate that sash he has in the series on his waist to get some of the original design in there.
This jacket he probably wears whenever he goes out in the New Town (STILL haven't come up with a name) or originally with the gang whenever he had to go to something like a fancy dinner or business meeting.
Vote Results
Looks like the tang gang won this one! I'll try to post more about this au soon on Tumblr. I still don't have an ao3 account (sad) but I'll try to answer any questions on the post I make about the tang man
My Au's that I -might- eventually turn into longfics
I've had so many ideas spinning in my head about all my hyperfixations and I'm gonna spew all of them out in this post.
A spiderman x Hazbin hotel au. Basically while in the soul stone for 5 years, Peter Parker gets transported to Hell either by divine intervention or by being summoned from hell itself. This is one of my favorites and even have some low quality art of what he would look like in hell.
My second big hyperfixation is a sans au. I know these aren't very popular anymore without art or an already huge fan base, but I can't get this idea to go away. The gist of it is if only one multiverse has a "god" of Time, like Fate or Karma, but was locked away in the back of The Archives so resets, timeliness, and multiversal connection could happen. Time would obviously be mad and would use some of their power to get a system of low-level/unimportant code users from overlooked or un-unique aus to help them unknowingly through manipulation of their au to get them out into their multiverse, or by taking them from broken aus. My main character would be a sans from one of the broken aus and their journey through figuring everything out. I also have a lot of details on this au because it's also one of my favorites that I can't stop thinking about.
My last big hyperfixation is a LMK au centering around Tang and his feeling of being unimportant /powerless to the gang. He would say goodbye one last time and hitch a taxi to the airport to go across the country. The reason being to pursue his fascination with legends and myths by digging up old stories or sharing them to students at a university. However, on the way there, the taxi gets attacked by a tornado demon and sets him of course towards an unfamiliar nobody town between his original home and the airport. The story would focus on tang getting stronger, more confident, and comfortable with the circumstances thrown at him.
You all can ask me anything about these aus in the comments because I've already developed whole arcs, characters, and designs for all three of these ideas. I just want to know if anyone's interested in these aus and if they want me to make an ask blog, fan-fic, or more posts about them. Also, I acnt draw that well so any ask blog or post will just be text. Be warned.
I drew Four (specifically Red, like, he’s in control)
And after that I did it dot style, idk why I did but I did (kept the eyes colored cuz I thought it looked cool)
I also tried weighted lineart but eh, idk how it came out
Here! Have a sketch of Four I probably won’t turn into something (but if I do....I do. idk where I was going with that)
I couldn’t find the actual post so I used the picture I used as a reference when I started drawing it-
This was completely inspired by @insert-original-lu-sideblog-name ‘s post at the top and I’m proud of how it came out!
Click/tap for better quality
Semi Modern Time!
I say “semi” because I tried to give him a slight 80s feel to him but I don’t think you can tell...oops...
Oh well! I tried
I had a friend dare me to draw a character in animal crossing and so since I’m obsessed with Frankenstein and his creature I just had to do it.....I tried
Frankenstein Coraline AU
I saw some fanart of Adam (the creature) with button eyes and I just HAD to do it!
@aspidateasteism cuz I think they’ll like it (if I’m wrong, sorry Vic)
Some frames from an animatic I’m making
Baby, I only post flops