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tommokat · 1 year
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SCREAMING INTENSIFIES
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fanpageknight · 6 months
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Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]
Posted:09/16/23
Title: Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]
Yandere Buggy x GN Strawhat reader
Summary: Buggy becomes yandere over a strawhat after be stuck as a head on their ship. [Headcanons]
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Word Count: 1128
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Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW
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Buggy was pissed off that he was not only stuck on the ship of the straw hat crew but that he didn't have his body.
The crew needs him to guide them to Arlong and Nami. Usually, he would be stuck in a bag in the corner when they didn't need him. However, a curtain little straw hat had an annoying habit of "taking care of him."
Most of the crew wouldn't care when Buggy was hungry or where he slept, but for some reason, you did. The reason this was so strange to Buggy was because you did more than necessary to provide for him.
"What the hell are you doing? Don't touch me." Buggy snips at you as you take off his stripped bandana. "I'm washing you. Your filthy..." You then went to take his long blue hair out of its bun. "Wash me?! The fucking does that mean? I'm not your little pouch." He hisses when you try to take the hair tie out of his tangled hair. "Watch it!"
You made a habit of washing him. Which includes doing his hair and rinsing off his crusty old makeup. Which he hated the first time you did.
"Don't touch my makeup you whore!" Wetting a washcloth you began to wipe it away. Buggy was starting to become insecure about what he would look like without it or that the crew would see. However, those thoughts melted away as you cleaned and moisturized his face. By the end, Buggy was quiet with his eyes closed. You even found him leaning into your caring touch.
To his surprise, you had even gotten him a little makeup to reply after all the pampering. "You... bought makeup for me?" He questioned, watching you open the new packaging. "Yeah... I figured you want to redo it after I wash you up."
The first time you did his makeup, he kept complaining that you weren't doing it right. "If you were on my crew. I'd chop your hands off for this!" He shouts after you show him the makeup you did. It wasn't a bad job. Buggy didn't even look at it before shouting. He just hated that someone else did it for him. "While then, I'll wash it all off, and you'll be makeup-less." He's eyes widen. "It's marvelous darling~," Buggy replies dramatically.
Over time, he found himself craving your attention and affection to the point of obsession.
To you, none of these things were meant to be seen as anything more than looking out for someone else.
The whole crew saw the shift in Buggy's behavior towards you. He was becoming a lot more forward with his flirting, and on the rare occasion, he showed kindness, it was always for you.
Buggy loves it when you wash his hair and give him a gentle scalp massage or carefully brush out his long water hair.
"Mhmm..." Buggy melts as you massage his soapy scalp. You smile, happy that he's not fighting the washes anymore. "You know~" He starts, making you roll your eyes. "What?" You asked, combing the shampoo through his hair. "This bath would be so much more relaxing if you joined me~" You stop brushing. "Bitch your in a sink..." Buggy stops and looks down for a second. "Doesn't mean you can't get naked with me~" You sigh, filling up a cup of water to risen him. "For the last time taking off your bandana doesn't count as me undressing you."
When the crew has to make a pit stop and your not the one holding him he'll do nothing but bitch about it.
"Put me down! Where's y/n?!" Sanji shoves Buggy into a bag. "Shut up!" He shouts at Buggy, who doesn't listen. "Never!" After about an hour of muffled complaining, he stopped. Main from being out of breath. That was until he heard you talking. "Y/n? Is that you, baby? Come on, sweets, let me out!" He begged from the bag.
The crew has used this against Buggy. Bad decisions or pissing off the crew? It's time to be babysat by someone else for a while.
He's also constantly trying to convince you that you don't need the straw hats. If you could just take him to his body, then he'll be all the pirate you need.
"I've got a whole crew waiting for us back at my circus, and all the treasure in the world to keep you happy. I could even make you a star. People will come from all over the world to see you~" He tells you in his sweet voice, batting his eyes at you. "No." Buggy blinks a few times. "WHY NOT?! What do these pathetic straw hats have that I don't!"
Buggy also made a bad habit of telling about all his sexual fantasies with you or how he could "provide" for you even just has a head.
"Sanji!" You shout, carrying Buggy to the kitchen. "Yes, dear?" Sanji asked, looking up from the meal he was preparing. "I need a knife." Sanji eyes shift to see a rag shoved in Buggy's mouth. "What happened to your little friend?" He smiled at the displeased look on Buggy's face. "He won't stop with sexual comments, so I'm gonna cut out his tongue and lock it in a jar." Before Sanji could reply, zoro joined into the conversation. "I'll do it. Give him here." Buggy starts to squirm when hand him over. "Thank you." You exit quickly as Zoro takes the cloth out. "Unhand me!" He shouts at Zoro, who already has a pocket knife out. "Y/n! My love, come back!"
When Buggy finally gets his body back, he kidnaps you while the rest of the crew is busy fighting Arlong and his Fishman.
You were in the middle of fighting a Fishman when a red ball was tossed in towards the both of you. Without time to react, it explodes with red smoke, knocking you, and you're opponent out. Upon waking up, you find yourself on a pirate ship in a bed. "Hi~" Buggy's inches from your face. "Shit!" You jump back, making Buggy chuckle. "Welcome to my ship, sweetheart~"
Buggy takes you back to his circus and rebuilds his crew. You're forced to be his romantic partner, but considering he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend, he ends up treating you like a pet or copies what you did to him.
He also makes you continue the treatment you gave him when he was just ahead.
When he takes a bath, you always have to wash his hair. Buggy won't force you to bathe with him, but he will yank you into the bathtub while you're still clothed just to mess with you. However, when you bathe, he begs to wash your hair.
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lostfirefly · 2 months
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Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more (Ch.1)
This idea came from the dream. Again :)) Sorry not sorry :)
Buggy and F!Reader.
Description: You're the flower shop owner who has a long-standing relationship with Buggy. You haven't seen each other much in the last few months. He finally arrives to see you, but he's overtaken by fit of jealousy during the dinner.
Warnings: Buggy The Jealous For No Reason Jerk Clown, established relationship, arguing.
Words: 1637
The title is taken from "Gone Forever" by Wearing Scars.
English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
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Chapter 2
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You were sorting out a new delivery of flowers when the bell on the door of your store rang loudly. “Just a minute, please, I’ll just put the flowers in the vase and come out to you!” you shouted from the back room. 
“Miss, I can’t wait a whole minute. I would like to buy a bouquet of beautiful roses, but I’m in a hurry!” An insistent male voice said from the next room. 
A shiver ran through your body. You quickly placed a fresh bouquet of roses in a large ceramic vase and headed into the hall. You opened the door and couldn't help but smile. 
"Hello!" you said as you exhaled. 
"Hey, my sweet cookie!" He stood near the cash register, leaning on the table. 
Your blue-haired man with a big red nose and his famous makeup. Your favorite pirate. Your favorite clown. Your beloved Captain Buggy.
"Finally!!" You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. "What are you.. How are..? Why are..?" You started kissing him on the lips, cheeks, temples, avoiding his nose. “I missed you so much!”
"Answering all your questions at once. We needed to resupply, and I said to dock our ship at your island. I really wanted to see my cookie." He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around your waist. 
You felt the warmth of his touch even through his white gloves. 
"For how long?" You asked quietly, running your hands over his forearms. 
"Two or three days."
“Well, it's better this time." You laughed. “But I need to finish up some work tasks at the store. Can you wait? I’ll close it early today.”
“I’ve come such a long way to you, and you still ask? My sweet cookie, you hurt me.” He shook his head and chuckled.
You smiled, kissed him on the lips again and quickly ran to finish your work. Buggy was wandering from corner to corner, periodically visiting you in the back room to distract you. 
After finishing your work, you closed the store, took Buggy’s hand and led him to your home. On the way you asked him about his adventures, about the sea, other pirates and where he would go next.
“Come in. I’ll make us tea.” You led him into your house and closed the door. 
"Tea? I thought we'd do something else." He said with a slight croak in his voice. 
“We have three more days for something else. Tea first. Are you hungry? I can cook something.”
Buggy shrugged. 
You suggested him to help make a meal together. You opened the bottle of rum just to make the cooking process funnier. When the dish was ready, you sat the plates with food down at the table. 
You sat on his lap, constantly looked at him, smiled and blushed every time he said that this was the most delicious dish in the world. You cannot stop running your hand over his red and white bandana and didn’t know how to stop smiling.
Buggy kissed your hands, your cheeks, your lips and you blushed the whole time.
While you were talking about everything and nothing, there was a knock on the door. 
"Are you waiting for someone?" Buggy asked in surprise. 
“No. I don’t know who it is. Please wait, I’ll be right back.” You kissed him on the cheek and ran to open the door. 
"Tom, what are you doing here?" Your old friend was standing on the threshold. Tall, pumped-up brunette with brown eyes. 
“I thought you were sitting alone. Me, Billy and Drew are going to a bar and I thought I should invite you to join us.” He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "So. Get ready, darling, let's go and have some fun!" 
"Sorry, I can't, I'm busy."
“Come on, pretty girl, we had so much fun last time!" 
“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m busy, I have guests. We’ll talk later. Bye-bye!” You quickly pushed him out of the doorway and closed the door. 
You walked back to the kitchen.
“Sorry!” You hugged Buggy's neck from behind and kissed his cheek. He turned around. 
"What happened?" You asked, carefully removing your hands from his neck.
"Who was that?" He asked dryly and turned his gaze to you.
“Where? Ah! This is Tom. I told you about him, remember? The guy we lived next door to when we were kids, our parents were friends. Well, somehow we became friends too.”
“Just friends?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, why?" You asked, sitting down on the chair.
“Well, I don’t know. He comes to you almost in the middle of the night to invite you somewhere, calls you a pretty girl. Maybe you have more than just fun spending time with him.”
“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t think about anything bad. He’s cute, of course, but we’re just friends and that’s all.” You took his hand. Buggy looked displeased and pulled his hand out of your hands. 
“Of course he’s cute.” He mumbled. “Did you just go to the bar?” Buggy didn’t take his eyes off you. 
“What do you mean?” 
“You know what I mean. You said he's cute." 
"Oh my god, are you serious? Why are you clinging to words?"
"I'm not!" He rose his voice.
"I'm not making a complaint to you. I could make a claim against you with the same zeal. You generally disappear at sea for months. And taking into account the fact that you have pretty girls in your crew..." You took a sip of rum from the glass. 
"I had nothing like that in my mind, but thanks for the hint." He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.
"Buggy, are you okay today? Why are you acting like this? I told you he's just a friend. I wanted to spend time with the person I love. Oh, by the way, where is he?" You angrily put an empty glass on the table. 
Buggy was silent for a second. “You started it yourself...” 
“I didn’t start anything.” You took the fork, twirled it in your hands and threw it on the table. “You're the one who got mad for no reason!” 
“So why the hell does he come to you here? He also talks in such a tone. No one has the right to come here at all!” He continued to glare at you.
You looked at him and didn’t know whether to cry or get angry. "Nothing works." You said in a whisper. 
"Nothing works?" Buggy asked in surprise. 
"Our relationship. Nothing works." 
“Sorry, what?" 
“Can't you hear me? Our relationship. It doesn't work like that, Buggy. Relationships are built on trust. I can't do that. You disappear for months, I don't hear anything from you. I don't know if you're alive or dead. Will you come? Or you won't come. Maybe you've already forgotten about me and exchanged me for the first girl you meet in every port. You come when it's convenient only for you, but I don't torment you every time with scenes of jealousy."
"I've asked you a million times to join my crew and stay on the ship with me." He spoke dryly and through clenched teeth.
“And I told you a million times that I can’t stay with you on your ship. At least for now. I have a job, a store, old parents, and friends here.” 
“You’ll see your parents and friends, just less often. What’s the big deal?” He shrugged.
“What's the big deal? I can’t give up everything just because a little grown-up boy wants it so much!” You raised your voice.
"What do you mean?" 
“I can't leave my parents. They are old. Do you understand? They need me. Just because no one cared about you before doesn’t mean my family is like that. We care about each other. They care about me and love me.” You felt your head starting to hurt. “I can't. I just can't. I’m going to sleep." 
Buggy looked at you, not a single muscle moved on his face. “I offered you to live with me. I offered you freedom and the ocean. But apparently, you don't really want to leave with the captain freak. And if you don't want it now, then you'll never want it. It will be better for you to stay with this Tom, am I right?”
“I told you, I don’t want to go on the ship right now. But I wanted to be in a relationship with you. The relationship with you was important to me. But last time I see you once every three to four months and then if I’m lucky. But for some reason, even in this case, you don’t trust me.”
"Wanted? Was important? In the past tense?" He asked in surprised tone.
“I don’t know. Have you noticed that in our last meetings we often quarrel? I’m tired. From scandals. From everything. I thought we would sit and talk. I've been missing you all this time. And now I don't wanna t... I don't know what I want. I wanna sleep.” 
“You suggest that we go to bed or that I should leave your house altogether with the phrase “I’m tired of everything” and “was important? Maybe you'll just say that you're tired of me? Just say you want to leave me. Just like he once left me. Just like everyone always did, everyone abandoned me."
“Oh, no, not again. Have you tried at least once in your life not to blame this Shanks for everything?" You grabbed your head and put your elbows on the table.
Buggy abruptly stood up from the table. 
"You're starting to behave like that again. You know, i think I need.. no.. we need a short rest from each other." 
"Rest? You mean break up?" 
"Rest is rest, Buggy. It's not a breakup.”
The last thing you heard was him slamming the front door.
“Fuck!” You thought. 
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taruchinator · 10 months
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🎧 Teen & Up Audiences
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🎧 Written for the Grab A Slice Bang!
Unconsciously reaching for his katana, the blue ninja stealthily approached, only to have his heart ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.
A shivering form— a turtle such as himself— crouched perfectly under the desk as he placed both hands against his ears, as if blocking out the noise around him. His iconic purple bandana and trusty goggles lay discarded to the side as if they were nothing but mere trash, in a condition that showed fumbling and desperation from the user to rip them off.
He'd found Donnie.
Here we come again with the trauma! :D Hey everyone! Alice here!
Today I come with my second piece for the Grab A Slice TMNT Bang on Twitter, this time focused on my beloved Disaster Twins, featuring my favorite Donnie is Autistic HC!
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“You guys don't have to do this! Besides, my mom's home and she'd freak as soon as she saw you.”
“No buts, April! It's dark out and we gotta make sure the best party coordinator in New York gets home safe and sound. Ya know, for any future consultations.”
The underground sewers of New York City regained life in what felt like forever, as the light banter between April O'Neil and Raphael Hamato echoed through the slimy tunnels around them.
Months had passed since the invasion of the Krang, and the subsequent victory the turtle siblings had over the threat that fell upon their home. After everything they experienced fighting the Shredder, no one could have predicted that they'd be sucked into a new global-destruction-scale battle, at least not as soon as they did.
The time was spent mostly recovering, both physically and emotionally— with the occasional shenanigans that came in helping their new futuristic friend in returning to his timeline, which was an extremely difficult task, yet nothing a little science and magic couldn't fix after trial and error (more error than anything else, but Donnie wouldn't admit to that).
Being a hero was no walk in the park, and that was something the turtles had to learn the hard way. Regardless, it was clear that they needed some cheering up to do, which was the moment April concocted a plan alongside Master Splinter to host a party in their small hideout.
It took plenty of work behind the scenes— everything from obtaining supplies, to setting up decorations, to simply getting the boys out of the house for enough time without drawing any suspicions to their scheme. But the results were definitely worth it.
However, now that the celebrations were over and every last slice of pizza had been accounted for, it was time for the human girl to head home, since she had school the next day. Which prompted the current predicament in which Raph's big brother instincts wouldn't let her leave on her own without any company.
Mikey, who at this point had been collecting the empty pizza boxes littered across the floor, quickly ran over to the duo and placed himself between them with a sweet smile aimed at the girl. “Please April? You know Raph isn't gonna sleep unless you let him take you. I could tag along if you want to fill in the awkward silence!”
“Hey! I don't do awkward silences!” Raph huffed with his eyebrows furrowed together, only to soften the expression slightly in uncertainty. “Do I?”
April couldn't hold back her giggle while placing one hand on the snapping turtle's shoulder. “Let's just say you aren't the best at holding a conversation, big guy.” As she eyed the concerned siblings on either side of her, she let out a sigh of defeat with a small smile gracing her lips. These idiots would be the death of her. “Fine! But you both better be stealthy or I'll get grounded for life, and that's if I'm lucky.”
“Sister, you're talking to ninjas. It comes with the package.” Mikey replies with a smug grin as he tries to pose with his back against one of the pillars, only to have Raph bring him back to reality with a gentle head pat. “Easy there, Mikey. We've already got one overconfident player, we ain't got room for two.”
“I must concur, April.” Taking the trio off guard, Splinter's voice cut through the echoey surface around them. He approached while carrying an array of disposable plates and cups, even juggling one on his tail which contained plenty of plastic forks. “It is far too late for a young girl to be walking the streets alone. And do not worry about the cleanup. I shall take care of it all momentarily.”
This then prompts a fifth voice to join in on the conversation, Leo's bubbly personality completely unfazed as to it being past midnight as he approaches Splinter from behind. “Excuse me, I think you mean we'll take care of the cleanup!” As quickly as he arrived, the blue ninja immediately took hold of everything his father was carrying and proceeded to balance it on one arm, all the while sporting a cocky grin. “Dee and I will go through this mess, don't you worry!”
“I'm sorry, we'll what?” Donnie, who had simply been standing in the corner fidgeting with his phone all this time, raised his head in confusion, clearly sleep-deprived and ready to hit the hay.
“Leonardo…” Splinter spoke firmly yet with tiredness gracing his features. “You do not have to do this, my son. I'm more than capable-”
“I know you are, pops. Just let us do something in return, will ya? Consider it a thanks for the party!” Leo's expression softened slightly as he gave his father a smile. With a small push towards his bedroom, he continued. “Now go get some sleep! You deserve it! And you guys hurry up so you can help too!”
Raph couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his father fighting both Leo and the exhaustion as he was pushed into his room. If there was one good thing that came out of the Krang invasion, it was the older brother's new-found respect for his younger siblings. With a roll of his eyes, he ushered Mikey and April out of the lair. “Whatever you say, leader.”
Once the echoes of their footsteps were out of hearing, the blue ninja felt satisfied enough to get started, as he turned around and took a good look at his surroundings. Everything from trash, to confetti, to questionable food residues layed around him. Maybe this was going to be a higher task than he initially thought. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and quickly forced the tiredness out of his system as he started with the pizza boxes that Mikey had already prearranged. “Alrighty! I take care of the trash. Donnie, you start picking up the streamers.”
After not receiving a response, Leo turned to look at his twin. The purple bandana did little to cover the eye bags and clear irritation gracing the genius' features. “You really expect me to clean up a mess like this at three in the morning?”
“Come on, Dee! We're just getting a head start while the others get back. You can go play with your gizmos afterwards, I promise.” Even though Leo played it as a joke, he could tell Donnie wasn't in the mood to deal with his antics at the moment. With a sigh, he spoke up once more. “Look, I'm tired too. But dad and April worked real hard to plan this thing for us. Maybe the least we can do is help clean up the mess?”
The other's expression remained unreadable for a moment. It wasn't until the purple ninja shuddered in disgust that Leo knew Donnie hadn't fallen asleep with his eyes open. “I don't like this new ‘Responsible Leo’ thing you've got going. It's creepy.”
Mouth agape, the blue ninja sputtered. “I'm just trying to be nice, that's not creepy!”
“Coming from you, it is. I want my dumb-dumb brother back.” Donnie replied instantly, earning him another flabbergasted look, which annoyingly enough got a chuckle out of the genius. Well, he'd been having insomnia for the past couple of days anyway. What was one more? “Fine, you win. Just let me get Sheldon from the lab. Might as well have another helper around because I am not going anywhere near that moldy pizza.”
“Alright, you got it! Disaster twins in the house, baby!” Leo exclaimed with glee as he balanced one more cardboard box over his shoulder, his smile never leaving his lips.
Donnie shivered once more at the sound, scratching at the back of his neck in frustration. He was gonna need more than Sheldon if he was going to survive the night. “N-Not so loud, Nardo. Dad's asleep, remember? Be right back.”
And as such, without even letting him start another sentence, the purple ninja fled the scene into his laboratory. Strange, yet Leo didn't think to question it. He just wanted to get everything done so they could get the rest they needed.
Minutes went by as Leo kept sweeping the area around him. The garbage he'd collected so far could probably fill the Turtle Tank to the brim, and he had to stop and wonder how much waste could four turtles, one rat man and one human girl produce in the span of a couple hours.
His thoughts then began to drift towards his twin, who'd been taking his sweet time in coming back. He rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. “He totally ditched me. At least Raph will give him an earful when he gets back...”
The mental image of the red and purple ninja going at it was quickly wiped from Leo's mind however, as soon as a loud crash echoed through the lair. One coming from none other than Donnie's lab.
Despite knowing better— that it was late and that they were all sleep deprived and that his twin most probably just ended up tripping over the mess of wires in his little hideout— a familiar feeling of dread began to creep through Leo's body, before he sprinted towards the source, discarding the trash bag in the process.
“Calm down Leon, you're overreacting! Everything's fine. You guys are safe. Nothing's wrong!” The blue ninja kept repeating the mantra in his mind to steady his accelerated heartbeat, yet images of his oldest brother being overtaken by alien matter kept flashing through his eyes, and all he could do was pick up the pace.
The sight that greeted him did little to calm his nerves.
Everything was a mess. And not the usual ‘Donnie doesn't put things where they belong’ kind. No matter where he looked the entire place was trashed, with everything from keyboards to robot parts lying on the ground. Monitors were broken, cords were unplugged, and the purple ninja was nowhere in sight.
It didn't take long for panic to set in. Leo began his search around the mess of wire spaghetti at his feet. “Donnie! Where are you?!”
Thankfully the lab was relatively small, considering it used to be an old water pump system that his twin ended up transforming into something amazing. But that didn't change the fact that the structure was the same and there wasn't much ground to cover.
Turning the corner to Donnie's makeshift sleeping area, Leo spotted Sheldon on the mess of blankets, still in resting mode but definitely placed there just a few moments ago based on his location. The purple ninja was just here.
“M-Mmm…” A quiet whine instantly caught Leo's attention as it broke the silence around him. Following the sound with his gaze, it seemed to be leading to one of his brother's work stations. The desk had been ransacked as well— blueprints and sketches either ripped apart or swept onto the floor.
Unconsciously reaching for his katana, the blue ninja stealthily approached, only to have his heart ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.
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A shivering form— a turtle such as himself— crouched perfectly under the desk as he placed both hands against his ears, as if blocking out the noise around him. His iconic purple bandana and trusty goggles lay discarded to the side as if they were nothing but mere trash, in a condition that showed fumbling and desperation from the user to rip them off. Most heartbreaking of all would have to be his exposed shell, with visible veins underneath the translucent surface pumping blood at a speed that proved his current heart rate, and even possible hyperventilation, if Leo had to guess.
He'd found Donnie.
Without much thought, Leo instinctively reached for his twin's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. He'd soon find out it'd be far from that. “Dee, what happ-?”
“M-Mmm!” With no hesitation, Donnie slapped the hand away and quickly backed away further into the desk, holding onto his knees as he started rocking back and forth. He wouldn't even spare his twin a glance. This struck a chord in Leo as he stared in disbelief at the teen in front of him— he'd seen this before. A long time ago.
Some parts of Leo's childhood were rather hazy. Expected of someone who was mutated into a cognitive sentient being when he was merely a baby, as Donnie once said himself. And even though most of the things he did remember were relatively mundane, there was one event that always made his skin crawl when trying to remember it.
A time when Donnie had just instantly fallen to the ground and started crying uncontrollably as he clung to his sides in desperation, almost as if trying to rip his clothes off with all the strength he could muster.
Mikey started crying too while Raph went to look for Splinter, and all Leo could do was stare not knowing what to do. He'd never felt so helpless before.
After their father took control of the situation and did some research, he sat the boys down to have a long and detailed talk about something called ‘Autism.’
“Donatello struggles more than all of us with socializing and interacting with the things around him.” The rat had said in the simplest way he could for children to understand. But he also made sure to add, “However, this does not make your brother any different from us. If anything, it is one of the many reasons why he is so special and intellectually gifted!”
Ever since that day, everyone started learning the ways around how to deal with Donnie's condition and make him feel as comfortable as possible. And even though the purple ninja would usually express that he was being more of a burden, no one ever felt that way. They were family, and that meant they loved each other, no matter what.
As the years went by, Donnie became better at handling his condition by himself, and in the rare cases where he needed support, Splinter would be there.
This was probably the first time since they were children where Leo's twin had let it get to this point. That could only mean this was serious.
Splinter was already asleep and Leo was alone. He was never the comforting type of the family, but damn if he wouldn't try his best to try and get Donnie to a semi-normal state! He couldn't leave the other like this.
As he crouched to be in his brother's same height level, he made sure to lower his voice, barely above a whisper as he kept his distance a few feet away. “Donnie… are you having an episode?”
The other moved his body slightly in Leo's direction, but still clutched his head as he gave a tiny nod in response. And then, as quickly as he could, he started moving his hands in weird gestures that had the blue ninja blinking in confusion until it hit him.
Sign Language.
One of the things the Hamato family noticed about Donnie's autism was the fact that he'd usually go mute whenever he was having a bad episode. And for those cases, the genius had started learning sign language to still be able to communicate with the others.
This fact alone made Leo instantly groan in frustration, which caused Donnie to quiver in response. Out of everyone in the family, Mikey was definitely the one who was more skilled at sign language, followed by Splinter, Raph and ultimately, himself.
Leo was at the bottom of the barrel really, since he never actually bothered to learn it properly.
He had to take a step back and reevaluate everything and search deep into the vault that was his memory. He started at his trembling hands with uncertainty, but was determined to get it right. Or at least as right as he could.
He began with moving his fingers into a shaka sign position, until he hesitantly started moving them back and forth in front of him. ‘Party’ , if he recalled correctly. Seeing Donnie not correcting him, he continued with pointing at his left ear and subsequently forming his hands into fists, shaking them slightly from one side to the other as he mouthed the meaning— ‘Loud’.
Leo finally ended with a pointed finger directed at his twin. He knew it wasn't the right way of asking, but he still hoped Donnie could understand what he was trying to convey. “Was the party too loud for you?”
Donnie's eyes flickered from Leo's hands to his face, until he gave a hesitant nod. With tears stinging his eyes, he signed something that Leo could understand. ‘Tired.’ ‘Didn't sleep’.
It all made sense now.
Ever since the invasion, Donnie hadn't had a single moment to relax— dealing with the aftermath in the city, helping everyone in the healing process, sending Casey back home. Nobody really questioned it because well, Donnie was never one to vocally express whenever he was in distress.
He was the genius of the family.
His intellect and technology expertise were essential.
Everyone relied on him.
But it was clear that even the strongest people had a breaking point. And Donnie was way beyond his.
Holding a firm yet gentle gaze, the blue ninja moved tentatively closer to his brother as he went back to whispering. “What can I do to help?”
Despite not being able to express it at the moment, it was clear that Donnie appreciated not being poked or lectured on the choices he'd made over the past few months, even though it was clear that it all played a major part in his current state of mind. He stimmed with his hands in appreciation.
After that, it was a guessing game around the lab as to what Donnie wanted Leo to get for him. Everything from a weighted blanket he kept in the bottom drawer, a pair of sound proof headphones that Leo could've easily mistaken as regular ones, and even aesthetic items such as fairy lights that were hidden under the regular light switches.
Leo didn't know how much time had passed until he looked at the clock on the nightstand, which read 4:26 AM in bright bold letters. He was rather thankful that at least after everything, Donnie was now a little more comfortable, to the point where he'd let Leo get closer and even be touched.
Once things were set up for his twin in the lab's makeshift bed, the blue ninja figured this would be the best time to take his leave and have the other get the rest he rightfully deserved.
But before he could even rise from the mat, a hand hesitantly held onto his wrist, causing him to halt and turn in concern. Donnie was looking at him from his spot under the bundle of blankets, a somewhat sheepish expression gracing his features as he mumbled out loud for the first time in hours. “S-Stay…”
Widening his eyes slightly in surprise, Leo let out a soft chuckle at the way his brother was behaving. He'd definitely deny all of it in the morning. “Fine. Move over, nerd.”
Donnie did as he was told and made a small space for Leo to fit into under the fortress. With their bodies pressed against each other, the blue ninja would've thought his twin would be uncomfortable, but the smile on his face showed the complete opposite.
Before falling into the peaceful world of slumber, the genius tapped three fingers against his chin with his eyes closed. ‘Thank you.’
Leo couldn't stop the smile from spreading. He held on to his brother's side with no intention of letting go. “You're welcome, Dee…”
It was clear that despite many months having gone by, the turtle brothers still had a long journey of healing ahead of them. And after finally understanding the value his family had to him, Leo was certain he'd want to be there for it every step of the way.
Just like he and Donnie didn't need words to communicate, he and the rest of his loved ones didn't need a reason to care for one another, except the pure fact that they loved each other.
And that was the unspoken truth.
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“Ohhhh now this is a good angle!” Mikey took the twelfth picture that night with a wide and mischievous grin across his face.
“Mikey! Keep it down, you'll wake them up!” Raph hushed in the best whispery voice he could do as he scolded his youngest brother.
Once the duo had returned to the lair and found not only the party mess still intact but also their brothers missing, they couldn't help but grow curious. Just like Leo did, they found the trashed lab as a bad sign and immediately panicked as they went inside, until they were greeted with the peaceful sight of the twins snoring away under the blanket fort.
Mikey started looking through the loot in his phone's gallery as he replied in a whisper. “Sorry, sorry! I just need a little leverage for the next time they wanna steal my paint without asking.”
Raph sighed in frustration, only to turn and look at the twins once more.
His heart soared at the sight, and it was only fair to let himself relax as he ushered Mikey out of the room. “Yeah whatever. Let's hit the hay too, little man.”
Cleaning could wait until morning.
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Some self-indulgent Rottmnt! Raph x reader because I'm bored and projecting and had a Moment™ earlier.
Reader is a pale fox, agender and transmasc btw, although not much of it comes up besides species.
'This is gonna be great!' I think to myself as I trek through the dark and damp sewers, purposefully ignoring the small puddles splashing around my boots and holding my bushy tail off the ground. 'I'm going to get to spend the night with my boyfriend, at my boyfriend's house, and meet his family! Shit did i wear the right outfit?' I ask myself as my paws pat down my shirt. 'I mean, it's a plain black turtleneck shirt and my fancy schmancy green jeans, you can't go wrong with that! And i made sure my earrings are the nice matching stud ones too!' My right paw moves once again to feel up long pointed ears, claws catching on the three metal studs on each side, while the other stays wrapped tight around the strap of my plain black duffel bag. 'Yeah, I'll be fine!'
'Did i put all my earrings in? what if one closes up during dinner or something or they're lopsided? did i remember to pack pyjamas that are decent? God please don't tell me I packed two shirts instead of a shirt and pants again. what if my mascara runs? or my eyeliner? fuck did i smudge it on the way down?' I glance over the side of my hand as i keep moving. Luckily i don't see any dark streaks in the pale tan fur. 'Oh okay nevermind. no black streaks, we're all good there at least.'
I barely have time to continue my spiraling train of thought before I reach where I was instructed to go. I pulled out my blocky red phone to shoot Raph a text to let him know I arrived. I couldn't see this supposed door and i didn't wanna just barge in either way.
Me: Hey, I'm outside! 💚
RedRover❤️: Oh okay!! I'll be right there love!
I started rocking back and forth on my heels while i waited the minute or two before the supposed door swung open. There, holding open the hidden, round, cement door stood my beloved partner. light poured out from behind the barrier and surrounded him in a halo of sorts. 'God, why does he always have to look ethereal?'
"Hey Red! you look nice as ever." a warm, fuzzy feeling couldn't be ignored at the compliment. seriously, how does he do this shit??
"Hello, also Red! you look stunning, love." i respond back without skipping a beat, making us both try to hold in peals of laughter at the matching names. It was almost stupid how easily it worked. they were our signature colors either way! What with his red bandana and the red markings in my fur, it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.
As soon as we both collect ourselves, which takes a minute or two, he steps to the side to let me past. the sudden anxiety hits me worse then it did getting ready or even walking down here. I hold out my hand a little, a nonverbal ask to hold his hand, and he almost immediately scoops it into his larger one.
"Are you sure they'll like me..?" the words come out quiet, almost inaudible to even my ears, but he still catches them.
He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "they'll love you, Red. i just know it."
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He, infact, did not 'just know it'.
So far, everyone except the orange one, named Mikey, the spider yokai, Big Mama,.and the human girl, April, has a avoided making direct eye contact or speaking to me as much as they can. maybe it's first time awkwardness, maybe it's jitters, maybe they just don't like me.
The dinner table was just big enough to fit all of us, which was nice, and was laid out with bowls and plates. I'd offered to help set it earlier, but the blue one, Leo, had only shooed me away. tomato soup and grilled cheese was laid out, and now I feel like I dressed too fancy. God i look ridiculous, a blank spot in a sea of color.
Leo and the purple one, his twin Donnie, sat side by side as far away from me as possible, both their fathers and their mother seeming to follow suit. Raph sits to my left, April to my right and Mikey between her and Donnie. The other human, CJ or Casey, sat between Raph and Draxum. This left Big Mama sandwiched between Splinter and Draxum.
"Bone apple teeth!" Mikey calls, making everyone groan or giggle, before grabbing up the soup pot and ladle to pass around. I ultimately decide to try to wait until everyone else has gotten theirs so I'm not rude, but my plan is foiled when Raph notices my tenseness and scoops some into my bowl before reaching over me to pass to April.
Across the table i can see Leo lean towards his twin and whisper something. Both of them whisper heatedly for a few minutes and occasionally break eye contact to glare in my general direction, which only serves to make me want to shrink in on myself.
The urge to shrink in on myself only got stronger as dinner wore on, but luckily Mikey must've picked up on it. He kept up a slow and nice gentle conversation between the table, asking about everyone's day and basic info from me. Eventually everyone became wrapped up in their own seperated convos and left just me and Mikey talking, scooting and leaning back since April sat between us.
"So! what's your favorite color and why?"
"hmm.. green. It's very calming and it matches nicely with my fur, especially darker greens! very nature-y."
"OOOO! that's a good one! mines orange, obviously! it's a very warm, happy color and i love that!"
"Man you're reason is even better!" quiet giggling breaks out between us for a few seconds. "okay, okay! what's your favorite.. hobby?"
"oh definitely painting or baking! yours?"
"hard to choose really, either watching movies or listening to music."
"lame, man!" his words were harsh if his tone wasn't teasing.
as our conversation continued I could faintly make out remarks from the other side of the table over the other conversations. CJ, the other human, and Draxum, the other dad, were talking about school i think. Raph, Big Mama, and April were gossiping and arguing semantics. and the twins were whispering again.
Eventually Leo slammed his hands on the table and stood up. everyone had been done eating for a while now, but the sudden movement drew everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere was back, not as strong as earlier, but still there.
Without a word Leo gathered his and Donnie's dishes and left, presumably to clean up. everyone soon followed suit.
"I can get yours if you want." I offered to no one in particular, but Mikey, Raph and Splinter all took me up on the offer. As i made my way towards the kitchen hushed voices flowed out and immediately halted when I turned the corner. Glares followed me as i made my way to the sink, pointedly ignoring them, and rinsed the dishes quickly, ready to get out of their hair.
Instead, both turtles left and I decided to just finish the dishes to be polite. 'I wanna make a good impression so pleaseeeeee let this help.'
Turns out, the dishes didn't take very long and by the time I was heading back out it'd only been a few minutes.
By the time I was out there, movie night had been set up. Everyone was piled onto the floor to watch a Jupiter Jim movie and passing around a communal popcorn bowl, as Raph had told me earlier when we made the plans. Quickly and quietly i moved to sit next to Raph, snuggling my left side into his as everyone settled. About halfway into the movie Raph got a text and excused himself, as did Leo and Donnie. After a few minutes I decided to get up too, to get some water and refill the communal popcorn bowl, which was now reduced to unpopped kernels that CJ and Mikey kept eating. April snagged and handed me the bowl once i offered and I departed.
There was talking as i walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and i tried my best to ignore it so i wouldn't be rude.
unfortunately, my ears picked up a conversation i wasn't meant to hear.
"oh come on Raph! you brought a canine, a predator, into a house full of prey, and three other predators, and expect nothing bad to happen? what if theyre a villain? or lose it and return to their basic instincts? what then, huh?!"
'what is going on?'
"what? Leo, what do you mean basic instincts?"
"He means, dear Raphaella, returning to a predator mindset. seeing our family as either prey or competition. what do you expect us to do then?"
'oh..?'
"basic instincts dont affact anything, De-"
"Oh really?? explain that to your chirps and churrs and your savage episodes. explain that to Mikey hiding in his shell instinctively when threatened. Explain that to Donnie and I swimming often and our strange diets. WE have basic instincts too Raph, the only reason they don't affect our lives is because we aren't predators!"
'oh. okay.'
I stormed around the corner now, bowl still in hand and tears welling in my eyes. anger burning bright behind them. "You know what? fuck you! I've tried all. night! to prove I'm not some vicious fucking predator and you still accuse me of being one when I'm not even fucking there! I'm!- I'm.." the bowl slipped from my fingers, clanging loudly onto the floor.
horrified looks sat on everybody's faces in varying degrees. Donnie looked shocked I'd been there at all, Raph looked upset and pitying, and Leo.. he looked like i was about to murder him.
a small choked sob escaped me once i realized what I'd done. tears rolled down my face and effectively dragged my makeup with them. they didn't trust me, or love me or even like me. they see me as a monster. because of my stupid species. okay then, sure, fine. that's fine I'm fine everything is fine.
I began speed walking down the hall I'd came from, looking for a escape or place to hide. 'I'm such a fucking coward. running and hiding instead of letting them say anything. God this is pathetic, I'm letting my boyfriend fight my battles for me after i scared the shit out of his family because i just can't handle it. stupid stupid stupid.'
I hadn't realized I'd walked through the back of the silent living room, movie paused on the wall, or passed a frantic Mikey jogging down the hall towards the kitchen while absorbed in my thoughts, nor did I realize the yelling starting again and getting louder. all i could focus on was the "basic instinct" to get the fuck out of there.
Eventually, after a minute or two of twisting halls, I found a bathroom. perfect spot to hide, i guess.
I gently closed and locked the door behind me, not wanting to draw any more negative attention to myself. I flicked on the light, only to decide it was way too bright and turn it off in favor of the dim lamp on the counter.
The bathroom was a light green in color, with black and white checkered floors, which was nice i suppose. it didn't soothe my nerves but it provided a comforting atmosphere in a way. something that told me "its okay, let it all out" in its own little way. The bathtub was covered in a black curtain and looked inviting. I gently shifted the curtain aside as I started to hyperventilate, sitting myself in the tub. The quiet was soothing at first, but eventually it only made the bathroom into an echo chamber, making my thoughts bounce around my head in a quickening spiral.
It felt like an eternity before the knocking started. My sobbing only got worse, and louder in turn, which made the thing, person, call out. I couldn't process what was being said. I wanted to tell it to go away, to leave me in peace, but the words were stuck in my throat. my face was buried into my knees as i tightened my curl into upright fetal position, tears drenching my jeans knees worse then they already were. the knocking stopped as a few voices began talking outside followed by two sets of footsteps padding away. Light flooded the bathroom not long after and I shrunk in on myself further, curling my tail around myself to be as small as I could.
Footsteps echoed around the walls and the curtain was pulled aside as an unconscious growl built in my throat. When the voice started talking, my head snapped up, lips pulled up to bear my fangs and eyes wild. the thing, Orange one, jumped back in fear before backing, terrified, out of the room and closing the door. 'goddamnit this is only proving their point. i am a monster. i am i am i am i am i am.'
the same two words continued to float around my head until frantic, heavy running came down the hall and the door was thrown open again. My fur puffed up and my claws came out even more, only serving to make this feeling worse. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and i couldn't hear anything else for a moment. Then the door was closed, something soft was sat down somewhere, and the light from the hall left, but the new thing didn't leave. the curtain was again pulled open, but much slower this time. 'I really fucked up and scared someone haven't I.. goddamnit! stupid stupid stupid stupid!'
the curtain finally revealed the figure. Tall and dark green with red patterns and fabric. I knew him, i felt safe with him. my fur didn't lay back, but the growing growl stopped and i could hear something other than my heartbeat again.
"hey hey.. easy there, you're okay, Red, Raph's gotcha.. you're fine.."
gentle hands wiggled under my arms and lifted me from my spot in the tub, holding me like a wet kit, before he stole my spot. I almost began growling again, how dare he steal my spot?, before i was placed slowly in his lap facing him.
A large, gentle hand began to smooth my fur, softly pushing it back down, as another hand cupped my face. His thumb moved to push away tears and smooth fur there too. My thoughts stopped their spiraling as i finally processed everything.
'This is, was, my boyfriend, sitting in his bathtub with me, trying to soothe me from.. whatever that whole ordeal was, and somehow not mad at me..'
As if he could hear the question in my head, he began to speak. "It's not your fault, Red. Nobody's mad at you, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not scared of you either, I can practically see you thinking it, and you've gotta know that I'm not scared of you. I don't think i ever will be scared of you a day in my life. what happened out there wasn't your fault, you're gonna be okay.. it's all gonna be okay.." as if my sobbing rubbed off on him, Raph started to tear up too.
I practically threw myself into his plastron, clinging tightly to him as the, now dry, sobs wracked my body. His hand that had been cupping my face was now gently sitting on the back of my head while that hand that'd been essentially petting me never stopped it's work. Our crying dyed down after what felt like forever, but neither of us dared to move for a while longer.
"a-are you gonna l-leave me?" i asked with a wobbly voice, still on the teetering edge of crying again.
"what? no! of course I'm not leaving you Red!" his voice was almost offended i asked, but somehow pitying too.
"b-but-" i wanted to argue that he should. I'm as dangerous as they claimed, I'll only hurt.
"uh-uh, no buts. I'm not leaving and that's final." i was pulled tighter into his plastron as the petting stopped. "i won't go unless you want me to, and even then I'll always be here for you. capishce?" the hold softened as he leaned back, trying to get a good look at my face.
".. capishce."
comfortable silence fell once again l, just until i could breathe right and stopped shaking, before he spoke again.
"Do you wanna get cleaned up and try again?"
"mm-mm", i hummed while shaking my head no against his chest.
"why not, Red?"
".. they hate me."
"oh Red.. they don't hate you-"
"yes they do! you heard what they said, you saw how- how scared Leo looked when I yelled!"
"they don't hate you Red. They don't. please, trust me. they don't hate you, we can try this again and get it right this time. if it doesn't work out then I won't force it, but i think you all might've just gotten off on the wrong foot."
".. okay"
i slowly worked to separate myself from him as he stood up, helping me up in the process. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned on the light. and when I reopened them holy shit it was bad.
eyeliner and mascara made black tear tracks through pale fur, most of my cheek fluff was laying flat and wet, my nose was running a little and when i glanced at Raph it only made me laugh a little. his plastron had a big wet spot right in the middle of it, complete with mascara smears.
Raph almost immediately brightened at my laughter and began laughing too. "gods we look stupid," i managed to get out between breathes, "so what's the plan, tiger?"
"whatever you wanna do, love. we can go to your place, or stay here or whatever."
"... can I get changed into pyjamas before we try again? please?"
Raph took a minute to jokingly inspect my outfit before agreeing. my knees were itchy from the tear soaked jeans and my shirt felt a lil too tight around my neck right now to be comfortable.
Somehow i hadn't realized the duffel Raph had brought with him and set on the toilet, maybe because he was standing infront of it but whatever. I walked behind him to the bag and got changed in the shower. the shorts and tank top were comfortable, but thank god i brought makeup wipes.
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The second meeting was much better, but not a perfect success. Donnie didn't mind me much anymore, but Leo still seemed to hate me a lil. That was fine, I could live with that, It was my fault.
Everyone was settled back in the living room, ready for a different movie. a vote was held and, after a lot of yelling, Piss in Boots; The Last Wish was chosen. Raph and I volunteered to go make new popcorn and dipped within the first 5 minutes.
It was not just popcorn. there were drinks for each person, and pop tarts for Donnie and Mikey, and fruit for Mikey, and applesauce for Leo, and chocolate for the humans, and dry ramen noodles for Splinter and Raph.
"You want anything specific, love?" Raph asked, his back to me as he leaned to reach the top of a cabinet while i dropped into a crouch to gather drinks from the cooler.
"I'm okay! thanks though!" I lied through my teeth, I'd done enough, i would be good anyways. I apparently got caught eyeing the ramen and fruit though.
"mhm.. sure." another ramen packet was added to the pile and another handful of fruit was thrown into the bowl.
the food was hauled back to the living room, and my skills from being a waiter set in. i had 2 drinks in each hand, caught between my fingers in a odd way, and two bowls balanced on each arm, one popcorn and one fruit. somehow nothing fell. I actually got a little applause out of Mikey and a laugh from somewhere in the room.
By the time everyone had their snacks we were, like, 20 mins into the movie. everyone was content and, after delivering the go go squeeze and a pepsi to Leo he even seemed to mellow out a bit. everyone was happy and fine, it would all be okay. especially if Raph would get the stupid mascara off his plastron. (whish he totally failed to do in the bathroom, by the way!) Mikey passed fruit around with the popcorn and, apparently, nobody ate it except Donnie, April and I, everyone else was too focused on the movie or their own snacks.
comfortable and safe, I leaned over to April and asked "psst, what'd we miss?"
"ohh okay! so, basically"..
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vesperaink · 8 months
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FINALLY @onawhimsicot 's awesome Life Series Team Rancher Superhero AU fic, Tangotek Evil Incorporated is posted and I get to share my initial concept art for Dr. Blaze and Canary respectively!
if anyone makes fanart of TTEI, you're welcome to use my designs with credit or make your own!! There's nothing more superhero comic than every artist doing their own take <3
I've loved seeing Cadence's event artists takes on their outfits they're SO GOOD. I love seeing all the different designs!!! PLEASE @ me and Cadence I promise you, we'd love to see it <333 Also my ask box is always open if you want to chat!
I'm definitely going to be making more polished designs and drawing for this universe in the future (superhero aus my beloved I had SO much fun designing them)!
but for now, if you also love character design, have way too many thoughts about Ranchers and hero/villain costumes like me, and 3 pages wasn't enough, buckle up and enjoy my extra ramble under the cut:
EXTRA:
When Cadence asked me to help design their outfits, the request boiled down to "i just need ideas, you don't have to like draw a whole Thing" but I'm so Normal about my blorbos so uh naturally it became A Whole Thing and when I got to Canary I had to frantically hit the brakes on my character design brain from making him too cool
Tango's design came easy, Canary's outfit less so. Surprisingly it's kinda hard to make a somewhat on theme but also basic hero outfit jsakfhajskfh
criteria for Canary at the time was a mix of on bird theme but also NOT on theme since he needed to be a bit basic for context of the fic so he WILL be getting a glow up later
We debated giving Canary a gas mask vs a beak-like mask for a long time, the bandana is my compromise while also hitting that Basic vibe. Its also a nod towards my Sheriff!Jimmy design & Ranchers
We have a long history of working on a OC superhero universe (lovingly dubbed soupverse) together, and while I also just think plague doctor vibes are Neat the concept of the beak being a hero/villain mask is partially pulled from my main villain, Crow who is also bird themed (shocking i know)
Canary having a silly jumpsuit was also loosely inspired by Zedaph's high dive Zedvancement skin from his S9 Ep 1!
Tinted lenses to hide your identity my beloved, what if we both had colored tinted lenses and were red and blue coded and were nemeses...haha jk...unless?
Just the other day, Cadence said to me what if Canary wore Uggs and lowkey he might asjkfhaksjf
Parrot, while not depicted eventually got summed up to Aviator vibes and obviously Canary had to match
A lot of this reference sheet was originally scrawled in my notes app and generally in my head. I cleaned it up for the event so while I'm sorry it's so messy, it was worse originally LOL
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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year
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That Hermitcraft hero AU list I promised
yeah. here you go (:
edit: no art for y’all lol if you saw the original post congrats, but if you happened to have aphantasia or are just not good at visualizing, sorry! no art, it doesn’t go over well lmao
happy reading!
Impulse: SV
powers: electricity + thunder
info: he’s really good with press lol he usually goes on missions with kids because they all love him- during the day, the iDimpy factory ‘bought’ the Hermit Compound and ‘converted it to a chocolate factory’ and Impulse runs it lol (dw it’s still for superheroes, the bottom couple levels were just edited a bit HE MAKES REALLY GOOD CANDY)
appearance: MR. IMPULSE AS WILLY WONKA MY BELOVED (his super suit is metal like Iron Man and has a glowing yellow i in the middle)
Zed: Worm Man
powers: sheep [: (NO HIS NAME DOESN’T MAKE SENSE IT’S FOR THE MEME)
info: fs a mad scientist- he teaches middle school science during the day XD
appearance: blond, blue eyes, ram horns that he tells his students is just a headband, lab coat + goggles even when not in the lab lol- his super suit is just. Worm Man. you know
Tango: Blaze
powers: fire + can change back and forth between super form and civilian 
info: he’s super funny lol 
appearance: yellow hair that looks like fire (it is actually on fire in super form), red eyes, sharp teeth in super form, if you’ve seen @lunarcrown ‘s Tango art that’s the fit style I’m thinking for the super suit
Keralis: Cyclopes
powers: siren Keralis my beloved
info: he loves kids but has kind of a spooky look to him- don’t worry, they warm up to him eventually and even call him Papa K!!
appearance: larger than average eyes but is otherwise basically normal lol his super fit is just like Aquaman style yk lots of scales
Bdubs: Apollo
powers: photokinesis
info: shreepy boi, moss hoodie, short (don’t tell him)
appearance: floofy brown hair held back w/ a red bandana, Latino, super fit is just a Greek chiton lol (he’s glowing bright enough you can’t even see him most of the time)
Ren: Red King
powers: werewolf
info: he can control which form and how he acts in said forms pretty much always- scary wolf hulk for bad guys and fluffy puppy for kids
appearance: in human form he has ears and a tail :DD
• Doc: 77
powers: let’s imagine a cross between the Hulk, the Winter Soldier, and a creeper
info: he is very good at fighting (: he’s cyborg and has green in super form
appearance: literally like seven feet tall
Scar: the Wizard
powers: telekinesis, magic
info: he is actually disabled, he just uses telekinesis to walk around as a super lol (HE HAS A MASSIVE MAGIC CAT THAT HE DISGUISES AS A NORMAL ONE DURING THE DAY)
appearance: covered in scars (obvi), bright green eyes, suit is Hot Guy fit
Cub: Bear
powers: Vex wings, skulk
info: he’s very friendly, but his super state is, uh… possessed. by the Deep Dark. I’m sure it’s fine
appearance: dark curly hair, galaxy eyes in super form but otherwise normal blue, super fit is just him covered in skulk- I’m thinking Venom vibes (SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS CONCEPT)
Grian: Evo
powers: BIGASS PARROT WINGS (and advanced sight)
info: pesky bird boy lmao he does the Jurassic Park claw tap thing when he’s hunting + on stealth missions
appearance: yeah he’s got bird feet lol he doesn’t leave the compound very much bc he can’t really disguise or lie about that
Pearl: Moth
powers: moth wings + antennae
info: she is in fact an alien but it’s okay she’s very nice unless she’s hunting with her dogs
appearance: again wings and antennae, brown hair with lighter streaks, purple eyes, super fit is like Storm/ Starfire
Gem: Dawn
powers: fire but in sunset yellow/ orange/ red/ purple colors lol
info: she’s actually descended from Gaelic royalty lmao
appearance: deer horns, orange hair which in super form turns to a fire ombré like Starfire, suit has pink honeycomb patterns
• Cleo: Medusa
powers: necromancy and turning people to stone (:
info: she died in Ancient Greece and rose as a zombie after Hades, who fell in love with her, granted her “life”. she is immortal 
appearance: a zombie lol (but a hot one I promise you) with orange snakes for hair
Stress: Monster
powers: flower queennn
info: she doesn’t like dark/ stealth missions as much, but she’s all for patrol whenever
appearance: always has a flower crown for some reason?? eyes glow pink when she uses her powers and the suit is like that one fanart of Isabella from Encanto as Spider-Man
Iskall: Doom
powers: lmao they’re just a cyborg
info: a very nice person, they just can’t seem to say hello correctly
appearance: brown hair, cyber eye, tol, they pretty much wear the suit everywhere and tells people it’s cosplay and they’re their own biggest fan
Etho: Kitsune
powers: snow/ ice/ illusion mist
info: he may have accidentally adopted the New York Governer lmao whoops (he hates kids except for this one)
appearance: white hair, mask to cover scars, one red eye damaged by redstone, really tall, white fox ears and nine tails in super form
xB: Crafted
powers: Black Widow style with a big white wolf (he and Jellie get along I promise)
info: we love him but he’s an antisocial dork
appearance: black hair, blue eyes, literally just. a guy. he’s a guy. he wears fins behind his ears so people think he’s more dangerous lol
Hypno: Memorizd
powers: memory wipe + telepathy
info: he’s the main one who deals with civilians lol especially if they saw something they weren’t supposed to 
appearance: aaaalways wears the black bandana over their hair, tol, emo /j- the suit is like a ninja
Wels: the Knight
powers: lmao he’s a knight idk what to tell you
info: he’s a knight with standard knight principles, but he’s chill about it. he likes theater but makes fun of the fact that he likes theater lol
appearance: blond, blue eyes, tol, he fights in a modern-looking suit of armor that keeps most of its medieval design
• Jevin: Slimer
powers: slime boi (like Frozone x Honey Lemon but slime yk)
info: he’s in the same boat as Grian- there’s really no disguising being made entirely of slime
appearance: teal slime lol (it runs in the family) supposedly he’s got a way to turn more human-looking but he hasn’t quite figured it out yet
Xisuma: Void
powers: time, space, and interdimensional portals!!
info: he and his twin are the leaders of their own groups, and they’re actually from another dimension and can’t breathe oxygen
appearance: that’s why he always wears a helmet! it’s his bones suit :DD
False
powers: superstrength, but she doesn’t use it very often
info: she’s like the Hermits’ resident suit maker that’s what she does lol
appearance: blonde choppy hair held back with welding goggles, brown eyes, covered in freckles
Mumbo
powers: none unless you count exceptional redstone skills
info: tech guy!! when someone busts something, they go straight to Mumbo
appearance: black hair, mustache (because of course), tol??, suit. always. Mumbo what
Joe
powers: none
info: the medic, because lord knows they need one
appearance: green hair lol
Beef
powers: none, but he’s really good with knives 
info: he makes the food and potions, but the Hermits keep telling him not to wear that bloodstained apron around everywhere. it’s suspicious
appearance: again with the apron, and he’s scarily buff. kids are scared of him but he’s very nice really
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Impulse had known for a very long time that he wasn’t exactly… normal.
Which isn’t a bad thing! But, the static shock people got when they touched him while he didn’t feel a thing, storms brewing when he had less-than-ideal days, and really mostly the fact that his phone never died when he held it- the charge almost seemed to be going up- all that did not seem ordinary.
So when he was recruited for a hero team because everyone at his school had apparently reported his strangeness, he wasn’t exactly surprised. But he was definitely ready to make a difference.
~
So Zed was some kind of sheep/ human hybrid. Did that make life a lot more difficult? In some ways, yes, but mostly no.
See, he had really good hearing. And he never had to worry about riding his skateboard, because his balance was always perfect and his skull was uncrackable. Plus he can jump like five feet on solid ground, which is pretty sick.
But people still thought he was weird. They all knew he’d grow up to be a hero… or a villain. So there was always a thin line of separation from the rest of the world, like they wanted to treat him like a fragile thing that could potentially attempt to end the world in the near future.
He would never, of course. But the only place he could really find contentment was with the Hermits.
~
Tango had discovered his powers in a… less pleasant manner.
Basically all he remembered was yelling. It was scary, he was seven years old, and… something just broke.
Then there was fire.
His parents, as far from that title as they were, did not make it out. Somehow, he managed to escape unscathed. Physically, anyways.
Foster care was pretty lame, but it was better than his old home life. Still, the only people he views as family are his team.
~
Keralis had loved singing for as long as he could remember. Especially because everyone loved to listen!
His mother had come from the sea, and his father was a fisherman. Keralis liked that his parents were sort of like a fairy tale. His mother taught him how to sing when he was young, but especially to control what he sang. She said he could really hurt people, and while at the time he didn’t know what that meant, he went along with it.
Until one day at a summer camp, they had a screaming contest (they were middle schoolers, don’t question it). Every window in the camp shattered, and six kids had to go home with ruptured eardrums.
He was immediately handed over to the American Hero Monitoring compound. There, he met X and Bdubs, and they didn’t mind his voice. Plus his parents visited on weekends! The only thing he loves more than singing is being a hero.
~
Bdubs and his brother had learned early on that not everyone likes heroes.
Maybe they shouldn’t have shown people that the two of them could play catch with a ball made of actual light, because they were then immediately accused of witchcraft. Witchcraft, really? Is this the sixteenth century?
Their family was forced to move to New York, and the AHM got ahold of both boys not long after. Because they bragged once, to a bunch of classmates in a small-town school that they’d been going to their entire lives. Bdubs opted to be a hero; show people that he can be good, but Puncenge wasn’t quite ready to forgive them all. He promised he wouldn’t ever use his powers for bad, but when he broke out of the compound with X’s twin, Bdubs didn’t go with.
The rest of the Hermits would probably kill him if they found out he was still in contact with one of America’s biggest supervillains.
~
There was a famous werewolf cryptid in Britain, and a lot of people were after him.
The original Hermit Initiative Program, with only Keralis, Xisuma, Tango, and Bdubs- well, their first mission was to capture him. Luckily, it wasn’t all that difficult.
See, Ren was not a monster. Most of the time he lived in town and was just… a normal dude. On the days where he was too sore or lazy to put a hat on and hide his tail somewhere inconvenient, he just let people believe he was a furry, because he couldn’t give less of a fuck.
So tracking down a guy with literal wolf ears and a tail wasn’t difficult, especially when he wasn’t doing much to hide. Ren was more than happy to get away from the hunters and to a place where he could just live and be normal.
~
Doc was the result of several government experiments- none of them good.
When scientists had discovered a new species of what looked like furry green things that walked on three legs and looked sad all the time, they figured whatever it was should be kept hidden from the public.
Especially after one of them blew a crater in the side of a mountain and killed three people. 
A recently convicted scientist himself was selected to be, uh… tested on. It was a lot of blood and pain, but hey, that’s not a bad exchange for immortality and infinite explosive material.
~
Scar lost mobility in his legs thanks to a particularly risky mission in his rookie days- he got every civilian out, but there was definitely a cost.
It’s okay though!! His telekinesis allows him to move freely when he’s super-ing, and he has a big magical cat to keep him company at home. He was more than thrilled when there was an offer extended to him to be a Hermit, although he found it funny that it took them so long to locate him (a disabled person could never be a hero! *cough* Daredevil haters *cough*)
~
Cub was a scientist who… may have flown a little too close to the sun. See, he wanted powers, and he was successfully able to give himself wings! Unfortunately for him, he was too curious to stop there.
See, he’d found something called skulk deep, deep underground, in a buried city he and his team were excavating. Something big and very, very loud kept killing them whenever they took more than a few steps in, though, so the site was declared off-limits to everyone.
But Cub snuck in by himself, all the way to the center of the city. There was a portal there, and when he stepped through it… well, he either met God or Satan. Either way, now he’s basically Venom but with a much better color scheme, and he can no longer die! The only catch is that he’s a little bit possessed when using his powers, but the Hermits are there to look out for him.
~
Grian learned how to hunt very quickly and very suddenly, on the day superheroes were made illegal around the world.
Because, well, the best of the best were after him.
A bird boy! And a pesky one at that! Who used to be a hero! Everyone wanted to get their hands on Evo, and unfortunately, Grian was forced into hiding. Not that it was difficult- he had wings and razor sharp talons, so it wasn’t like anyone non-super could really get to him, but that didn’t stop people from trying.
He’s all for staying in the Hermit compound all day. It means he can lay out pranks while all the normal people are at work.
~
So maybe Pearl was born in Area 51. That didn’t exactly make her an alien. Maybe. Probably. 
Listen. She has wings and antennae, plus a big pretty spaceship DNA-encoded to her, but did that mean she wasn’t from Earth? Of course not! There are plenty of weird people there. Plus, her ancestors were worshiped by the people of Sanctuary. It’s like… fine.
She’s happy to be a hero, of course. When she got an in on the most prestigious hero group in America (Australia was totally dominated by some clown who looked like a gingerbread man), she was absolutely all in. Hermits are better than some lazer beam, anyways.
~
When Gem transitioned, she didn’t think it would come with fire powers. But hey, bonus.
She kept her antlers, but she actually liked that part. Her people didn’t see her as any less of a princess or priestess, if anything they loved her more for bringing that kind of power to their city, Dawn, which she took for her hero alias.
She had two groups she was a part of, actually, plus with the business of being Gaelic royalty to a group of people previously thought to be extinct, she had a full schedule. But she of course wouldn’t trade it for the world.
~
Cleo lived in Locri, Italy, way back in Ancient Greek times. She loved her patron goddess, Persephone, and didn’t actually mind Hades. She worked in the city’s mausoleum and crypt, so she got used to death pretty quick.
Well, Hades took a particular interest in her. Not that he could do anything, of course, she was a priestess of both him and his wife. But he harbored a crush of sorts all the way through her life.
She did die. She was mortal, after all. But she was so gorgeous, Hades couldn’t bear that loss, so… he granted her eternal ‘life’. She was green and missing a few pieces and was messily sewn together, plus her fiery orange hair had turned to snakes like Medusa’s, but she walked the earth again.
She never died again. She can’t, which makes her the ideal hero, although she won’t hesitate to paralyze you for a comment about her hourglass shape-
~
Honestly, Stress didn’t even want to be a hero, mostly. She owned a flower shop and she’d gotten there with the help of exactly zero men, and she didn’t have an interest in changing the world or anything.
Only problem- she had superpowers, and they were sort of hard to contain. Whenever she got antsy, cacti started to grow out of her carpet under her feet, and after getting those stupid invisible thorns stuck between her toes one too many times, she decided to get out and do things with her powers.
The Hermits were happy to have her, and she’s happy to report that she and the other girls are almost their own little team within the big group- and they’re fine-tuned to perfection.
~
Iskall’s modifications were actually their choice. There was an offer by some mysterious guy in a suit to be rich and powerful beyond belief, and since they were sick of living on the street, they took it.
So they ripped an arm and an eye out. Was it worth it? Definitely. 
No one makes fun of them anymore, for being NB or anything else, and they did pay them a lot. The only catch was singing onto a government sanctioned hero organization, and they were happy to go with their girlfriend to the Hermits. She slapped them for being an idiot and allowing themself to be experimented on, but she was happy to have them along.
~
If you don’t know what a Kitsune is, it’s a Japanese mythical creature that has two forms: fox and human (usually female). They’re kind of like sirens, and they’re absolutely stunning, but very manipulative and usually malicious.
Etho picked the name for the fact that he’s like half fox lol not that he’s evil; his ears and nine tails match the color of his hair. He is in fact immortal, but he doesn’t find that out until someone tries to off him and it just… doesn’t work. He can scar and be wounded, yeah, but death can never catch him.
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There are a number of ways to become an assassin. Maybe you were raised since you were a kid. Maybe you were drafted by the government to cut back your sentence Suicide Squad-style. xB signed on in high school for extra credit.
Yeah, his history teacher was secretly a hitman, and students could sign a contract of silence to go on missions for extra credit. Sounds sketch, but it wasn’t terrible. He learned how to kill a man in over a hundred ways just with his hands and didn’t have to learn a thing about the Cold War through all of high school.
He decided just killing people was sort of immoral… although mostly that if he got good enough heroes would start to notice him. He figured if he couldn’t outrun them, he’d better join. And it was a good thing he did- he got his car-sized dog because of it.
~
Hypno was the most popular kid in his school for one reason: he had control over people’s memories. When someone asked him to make their teacher forget a due date, it magically happened. If an admin found out and tried to stop him, he wiped that as well.
Maybe he got a little carried away. He panicked one day and used it on his parents, only he put in too much effort in his lack of control, and… next thing he knew they were asking who he was and why he was in their house.
He hid from the AHM for as long as he could, thinking he’d be arrested. When they finally did track him down, they agreed to not throw him in a cell on one condition: join the Hermits. Honestly, not a bad deal.
~
In high school, Wels was… a huge nerd.
Yeah, he was on the varsity football team. But all his real passion went into theater and larping.
He and his twin brother, who was in the same boat, were exploring an abandoned excavation site behind their house one night, when the floor caved and they fell into the depths of what looked like an old buried building.
There were voices. The boys were knighted by ghosts and gifted unbreakable suits of armor. They left that site and had to pretend like everything was normal and fine with their lives. It came with a dope sword though, so who’s complaining?
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Being made entirely of slime was cool because you couldn’t really be injured, but not as great because of how plain weird that made you.
Jevin and his cousin Charlie, who was also a hero, were in fact made of slime, as is their whole family. It’s just a weird gene that no one will specify on, but Jev doesn’t really mind.
The thing is, he’s resistant/ immune to pretty much everything. Extreme temperatures just sort of make him slower, and everything else goes through him or gets stuck in him. Not all that convenient, but it’s a nice perk when saving people. He doesn’t have to worry about himself.
~
Xisuma and his twin are the most powerful beings to ever exist.
Both of them can open portals through space, time, and other dimensions. They’re the only recorded people with that kind of power, ever. It makes them good leaders, but when one is constantly trying to destroy the world while the other is always trying to stop that from happening, scales balance out. If they were on the same side, there would be zero crime anywhere. Ever.
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False started her business building little robots to make people’s lives easier, like a Roomba modified for carpet or a drone that pathfinds from your fridge to your living room to deliver drinks, and then it evolved from there. 
When it started to get a bit too big to handle, that’s when she conveniently met Mumbo.
The two of them had been working on something highly illegal- a weaponized drone in the shape of a person to be piloted around like a dummy hero- when Evo and Medusa fell right through their warehouse roof, singed around the edges and badly hurt.
Mumbo and  False’s service was so highly rated, the Hermits decided to officially adopt them into their team.
~
Joe and Beef share a kitchen/ lab, which is a good thing, because they’re kind of in the same field. Beef makes potions and food, and Joe is the healer. They’ve always been Hermits, as in assigned by the AHM always.
When various Hermits come in to steal food Beef usually throws either the nearest piece of fruit or a knife, whichever is closest to his hand. Everyone knows you don’t touch the cookies until you have express permission.
And Joe has patched up so many burns, bullet wounds, and stabs, that stitches are literally a no-brainer and he can be watching a movie in the background without a problem. It’s much more fun when heroes are made legal again so he can actually repair real damage made by supervillains.
The Hermits love them, don’t worry, no matter how many needles or knives are pointed their way.
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so! there you go! please, PLEASE ask me to write stuff for this au, because I’m more than happy to do any hero scenario you can think of! if you want a villain list I’m sure that can be achieved, and although they’re mostly just Helsmits, it’s a fun concept.
so you know, think up a mission and send it my way. I’m so ready. what did you think?
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twopoppies · 1 year
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Blue bandana on the pocket 🥺 https://twitter.com/stylinarts/status/1589360085439959041?s=46&t=9nderb0_MT1WfrPzXxl_Sg
🥹 blue bandana, my beloved
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What’s this from, though?
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northstarwomenblog · 2 months
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Why hello there! Here's some questions from the fictionkin meme:
❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?
🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?
👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?
💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)
🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)
👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?
thank you for sending this ask!!!!!!!!!!
❔ - i figured out i was starlo kin cause of. well its a really long story BUT the short of it is i finished playing undertale yellow and he was my favorite and my friends started joking about killing him in their runs to give me psychic damage and it made me feel personally attacked for some indescribable reason and i ended up ranting about it hours after they had stopped and then they were like "hey you might be fictionkin" and i was like "oh that would. make so much sense." and then that night as i was falling asleep i re-experienced a memory of the part of the pacifist route where ceroba flung me against the wall so hard that i passed out when i was trying to stop her from fighting clover. and that basically solidified it for me.
🤝 - uhhhh mostly just neurodivergent if im gonna be honest. so mental/psychological i think?? i dunno, im still very new to this stuff. i talk about it like it is a past life even though i dont believe in past lives, and im pretty sure its just because i am extremely neurodivergent that i kin starlo.
👕 - COWBOYS!!!!!!!! i get so much happiness from wearing the blue scarf i crocheted recently cause it reminds me of my blue bandana i wore! also overalls any generally any farm-like clothing. makes me so happy and like i am in the right body :D
💥 - magic, like every monster!!! it feels so incredibly weird to not have magic and not be able to summon a magic floating gun wherever i want or to just sit still and summon a small, harmless bullet to juggle around in my hands when i get bored.
🔮 - not really cause i didnt kin starlo until after i completed the pacifist route, and any other memory i got came after i finished that route, unfortunately. unless in canon i was in fact transmasc. if it gets confirmed that i was transmasc in canon then that would be one thing cause the game is so new that i wouldnt be surprised if anything new gets confirmed about me lol.
👥 - yes!!!!!!!!!!! i have several sourcemates and i have one canonmate!!! my beloved friend @yellowclovers who found out he was clover kin literally minutes after i found out i was starlo kin. and then turns out we end up having memories that line up with each other. cause he remembers having awoken after the ut pacifist route and when going out to search for one of their friends, they found out via martlet that i had died and that ceroba was also still dead. which lines up with my memories cause i come from flawed pacifist in which i died not long after wishing clover good riddance. we are still very good friends though and i forgive him for everything now that i played the game myself and understand the pressure they were put under. it wasnt really their fault, after all, as much as it sucked.
i would also love more canonmates,,,,, especially a canonmate ceroba. i know a fictionkin ceroba but she does have enough memories for me to confirm if shes a canonmate or simply a sourcemate. though i suppose it would be bad to wish to have a canonmate ceroba because she literally died in my canon so i mean.
ANYWAYS!!!!!!!! thank you for sending in an ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really appreciate it :D
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satellite-runner · 1 year
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Talking about all the little details I put in my show pony design bc i like them a lot
A bracelet for everyone in their crew and their extended crew
(Right wrist bracelets) Brown and blue for Cherri. grey, black and white for Dr D. They separated them from the fab 4 bc their ponys immediate crew, while the fab 4 + The Girl are extended crew (still family but not aers immediate family yk)
(Left wrist bracelets) Dark and light blue for jet. Beaded bracelets for the venom siblings bc they believe the siblings are just fundamentally different then all other 'joys, matching red beads on both then yellow for kobra and pink for poison. Green and yellow for Ghoul and the whole rainbow for The Girl bc she couldn't choose just a few colors
Transneutal/transfem show pony my absolute beloved
Luck beads for the witch, destroya and the unamed sky god I made (I'm thinking maybe Aero? I think it being like the candy bar would be funny), their around aers neck bc they don't get into to many hand to hand fights so they don't have to worry about them getting ripped off
Xes snail trail and sideburns are the only body hair aer doesn't shave bc it feeds into their androgynous look
Silver jewellery kind of girl bc they like the shine better
Orange bandana on their left (hanky code, sorta nsfw warning if you look it up)
Aer is usually to lazy to lace up their skates properly so their half undone. Their lacecode is, purple to show their queer and pink for feminism
In my fanon, dying your hair the same color as someone else's is a Big Deal, showing that your dating and devoted to each other entirely
So xe dyed xer hair the same color as aer skates bc they love them so much
Black lipstick on only their upper lip bc they can't be bothered putting it on their bottom lip with aer piercings
They wear a crop top that resembles a binder to lesson their chest dysphoria
Baggy shorts to avoid hip + thigh + bulge dysphoria and to also keep em cool
Gender queer and omni (male lean) bc I said so
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szczekaczz · 8 months
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Who are your dog ocs ?
i will gladly tell you all about them <33
first i will briefly explain the universe in which my beloved doggie ocs exist, because otherwise their roles and actions may not be understandable, and then i will actually describe them :]
the project is called the lantern dogs and it’s story is divided into five acts. there is also a sequel, but it’s a rather rough work in progress and i will get to it later.
in this world there is a plague killing the dogs, which can be transferred to humans. it kills people much more quickly and painfully than dogs, so the canines are no longer being kept as pets. they now live in forests and fields without direct contact with people. they are also killed instantly if in sight of humans. the plague outbroke around 1,5-2 years before the start of this story.
the only way to keep the symptoms of the illness subdued in dogs is to keep some source of light near their head, so they carry lanterns in their muzzles as long as the light is lit and guard it. not all dogs know how to light the lantern anew and they are usually at the mercy of an appearance of those, who possess this knowledge.
the story is set in an unspecified place and time; events take place in some taiga-tundra setting where winters are dominant. 
dogs have a mixed and rather loose approach towards names. some of them are named by their parents as young pups, some come up with a name themselves during some point in their lives, some adapt nicknames from their friends and family, some simply don’t go by any name at all. and some change their names a few times during their lifetime if they feel like it. 
there are two main characters: Gwizdak and Nobody. Gwizdak, the lurcher-like mix, possesses the knowledge on how to light the lanterns once they fade out. they travel the land in search of dogs needing help with that, thus saving, or rather prolonging their lives. first act of the story begins with Gwizdak encountering Nobody, the second main character – an abnormally huge, almost non-verbal at first, livestock guardian dog. as Nobody seems like a fish out of water in the dogs’ reality, Gwizdak decides to help them getting on their feet, and the lantern dogs is the very story of their mutual journey.
basically i wanted to create a story with an aesthetic of dogs with lanterns in the winter settings and here we are. for the first few months i didn’t even know who the main characters would be… 
Gwizdak
their name can roughly translate into “the one who whistles” and is pronounced like this. they have a very shrill, high-pitched howl that sounds kind of similar to a human whistle. when they were young, some dogs jokingly called them that, and they just went with it lol
they’re a medium height, lurcher-like mix (in terms of body structure). they have long, gray fur with two darker spots on the left side of the body and another one around their right eye. and they also wear a blue bandana :)
first and foremost, Gwizdak wishes to create no conflict. they act in a very submissive manner as their main goal is to show the freshly met dogs that they are not a threat. because of this, their body language can sometimes look quite exaggerated. they keep their movements slow, tail and body lowered, and they often lay down when meeting strangers
Gwizdak believes that their knowledge of how to light the lanterns makes them highly responsible to save as many dogs as possible, also at the risk of their own health and safety. to them, this is simply the order of the world
and they generally believe that many of the things of the world are determined from the very start. sort of “it is what it is” approach
a control freak. not towards the other dogs, but rather in a “i need to come up with every single possible outcome of everything i do, predict everything that will ever happen and highly control all of my words and actions” sense. it does not end well when they finally find themself in a situation they have absolutely no control over…
interacting with other dogs doesn’t come to them naturally, but they looove spending time with dogs nevertheless. would be considered to be an extrovert, they suffered bad from loneliness before Nobody became their travel companion
from early puppyhood they found themself drawn to any sources of light. it started with being extremely focused on observing light reflections on grass or water, then keeping a close eye on how the humans light up lamps or make a fire. their mother didn’t approve of this “interest” and Gwizdak doesn’t like talking about it with other dogs, Nobody being the only exception <3 
they’re a dog so they can’t be autistic but yeah my experience with being autistic is present in this character. special interest in light, taking everything literally (i talk about it later in Nobody’s section), somewhat awkward with their words and body language, exaggerated aversion to texture of the water… these kinds of things
Gwizdak feels the deep, unspeakable connection to both Nobody's mind and heart, and they trust them with their whole life. they are lovers and soulmates and everything…
in the fourth act they suffer from a brain injury and a huge mental breakdown due to some hehe happening. from now on, they sometimes get temporary paralysis of the right limbs. and they are also going through an neverending breakdown (but let’s now dwell on the reasons because that would need a lot of plot explaining - let’s stop with Gwizdak simply being my stress ball for venting haha)
Nobody
some sort of a livestock guardian dog, most similar to a caucasian shepherd. their fur is light fawn in color and very thick, masking the general lack of fat and (at first) muscles. because of their unnaturally big size they most often look very intimidating in eyes of unknown dogs
Nobody comes from a shabby puppy mill, where they were kept separately from other dogs in a single kennel. all of the dogs were chased out when they were around one year old, once the plague broke out, and many were killed in the process. Nobody was lucky to escape and survived alone for a short time before meeting Gwizdak
although they had no contact with other dogs in the puppy mill, meeting Gwizdak gave them an opportunity to observe many canines on their mutual journey. during the second arc, Gwizdak and Nobody are separated, and Nobody lives with three different family groups, spending a lot of time with all of them and learning how such groups exist. they are quick to learn dog-dog communication and their ways of living <3
they don’t speak for most of the first act. later, they are a dog of few words - they talk thoughtfully, but in a simply laconic manner
a calm, very stable dog. for me they are an embodiment of the balance and equilibrium that free-ranging/feral dogs possess - free of human influence and conditioning, knowing how to exist peacefully among other dogs and their surroundings, and to be confident of their own skills and knowledge. much inspired by the work and words of Michele Minunno, who has my highest respect… 
anosmic - fully lacks the sense of smell, which is the most important for the dogs. i find it interesting and eye-opening to think about how a dog lacking the smell navigates the world and interactions with other dogs, as olfactory communication plays a big role here. as humans mostly think in words and images, dogs in this universe think in smells and words - so i ponder Nobody’s thought processes a lot. also influenced by my own dog whose sense of smell is very weak
they have a special connection to the sea. during the second arc, they briefly reach it and have a hmm sort of spiritual rebirth? i don’t really know how to word it but they then feel a bit like a clean state and their mind becomes calm and quiet
best puppy nanny in the world and i mean it. they love pups and are loved back, because c’mon, the biggest dog you’ve ever seen that very gently lays down and has endless patience for everything you do? where are you gonna find a better playground… 
but they also feel much more at ease while interacting with pups than adult dogs and they are damn good at it! i’ve personally been quite into pedagogy for a few years now and yeah i needed a character that is good with kids. anyway, Nobody navigates pup’s needs and feelings both intuitively and based on their experiences of living with very stable and balanced family groups in all of which the puppies were present; they are stable and balanced themself, so they can be a great support for all the troubled youngsters (see later: Nettle…)
oh yeah and the deal with their name. while locked in the box stall and overhearing short conversations from the dogs they could not smell nor see, Nobody didn't truly grasp the concept of names. during the time between being chased out and meeting Gwizdak their sense of identity was so fragile and nearly non-existing that they didn't ever really think of coming up with any name for themself. in the current timeline they still don't spare much thought to this matter as they simply don't consider it very important. in the first act, once they started speaking, Gwizdak once asked them who they were, and they replied they were nobody. and Gwizdak, being their painfully dense self, took it literally and thought it was a real name. and it just stuck from then… 
Nettle
an adopted daughter of Pietruszka (Gwizdak’s friend)
just a regular plain black dog. a tiny bit shorter than Gwizdak, has short black fur. right ear is prick, left is button… 
if not for early-life malnourishment they would grow up to be huge. not anywhere to Nobody’s level but they’d be a very big dog
starts as an impetuous, alert and noisy pup, always trying to show the world she is not afraid of it. then develops into angry and short-tempered adolescent that is not always very nice to interact with
has gone through a lot of shit in her youth, influenced by both other dogs and humans. she spends the fifth act under Nobody and Gwizdak’s care (but mostly Nobody’s as the fifth act is one big ongoing mental breakdown for Gwizdak) being very irritable and always on the verge of exploding, not the most pleasant travel partner… but thanks to Nobody’s patience and Understanding™ she manages to somewhat get her shit together by the end of this story
to me she is a very complex character and probably the most developed one but to truly explain what’s her deal i would need to explain the whole storyline of the lantern dogs so ughhhh you have to take my word for it. she is a mess and a bitch but she has her reasons!
learned how to hunt humans at some point… she met a certain group of dogs while traveling with Gwizdak and Nobody, who agreed to share food if one of them helped with the hunting. Nettle, who has had Very Bad experience with people before, felt a great fulfillment and satisfaction in doing so. this skill comes in handy in the sequel for sure
very distrustful towards males and holds them all at bay
forever haunted by a story she heard from Gwizdak when they visited her pack once she was very young. they said that the sky is inhabited by two dogs, who live their lives during the day and curl up to sleep at night - that’s them during the full moon that shines bright their safety and happiness. however, one of them is very curious and lively, always having so much to do, so it often runs out into the dark night, and the moon starts to crest. its companion worries in its absence and sets out to seek the mate. it runs far and wide, searching the whole sky, leaving behind paw prints that are called stars and the new moon is the absence of dogs. fortunately, the dog manages to find its companion, and they come back to lay, their paw prints fading again once the moon wanes and becomes full again, two dogs cuddling together at last, before the vagabond runs out anew. through her life, she often thinks back to this story and feels like the dog who always ends up alone and has to chase anyone that is close to her
and some less developed ones…
Pietruszka
her name means a parsley and is pronounced like this. again, it just sounds cool and that’s the only reason why i’m keeping it in polish lol
on the bigger of dogs and fairly muscular. dark brown and white bicolor fur, plus has spaniel-like ears
named by her parents, who previously lived with their owners in a different country with a warmer climate. the owners had grown various vegetables and some of their names had stuck in dogs’ memory, and the whole litter was named in the same matter… 
she was also the one to come up with Nettle’s name! she remembered her parents mentioning a plant that stung humans, but they decided to still keep it in their garden. and Pietruszka thought that yeah that pup is bad-tempered and her words may sting but i still love her and will definitely keep her forever <3 
first met Gwizdak when she was just a puppy still living with her littermates and parents. Gwizdak saved their lives with freshly-lit lanterns and she never forgot them. unfortunately, all of her family passed away from the illness when she was barely over six months old, but she managed to find a family group of other dogs quite soon and decided to join them
she is now a leader of that group and its well-being is one of her highest priorities, and she doesn’t hesitate to let anyone know about this. while groups free-ranging dogs don’t have a strict hierarchy, this one is an exception - Pietruszka possesses natural leadership skills and makes a good use of them
in the story, she meets our main characters in the first, third and fifth acts. she respects Gwizdak very highly and has a great trust in them, while staying quite suspicious towards Nobody
Maeve
a belgian malinois shepherd with notable black feet <3 called “dirt paw” by Nettle in response to Maeve calling her a “flop ear”
in puppyhood she went through some harsh training and managed to escape during an oversea travel after so long
british because i thought it might be funny.. no other dog really knows how she got here and she lives alone
at least until she meet Nettle and they hit it off very quickly. they also become mates very fast, as they are both aware of the fragility of their lives, so why temp the fate and time? 
possesses a particularly sharp tongue and is, generally, a huge bitch. a match made in heaven with Nettle tbh… they bond over their shared hate towards humans lol
has a very strong bite and (unfortunately to Nettle’s ears) shows affection by biting
dies early, maybe a month or two after meeting Nettle. she is shot down by some hunters and dies instantly :( sorry Maeve, no happiness for you two
Nuku
rescued by Nobody in the fifth act when he was a young pup and his mother and littermates passed away. their motherly instincts could only go unmet for so long… 
named by his mother <3 
i have yet to fully come up with his design. a bit scrawny at first as a pup, he grows up to be a rather big dog. fur is thick, thinking about some sort of grayish-brownish brindle
has a mild intellectual disability
the sense of freedom is very important to him and he prefers the wandering life over the sedentary one
Nobody is like a mother to him. Gwizdak however is horrible with pups and is no parental figure, just a close adult, but he loves them both very much
a lot more developed in the sequel tbh
Ru
episodic character, appears in just once scene in act three
lives with a pack of wolves, Gwizdak and Nobody are the first and last dogs he actually talks to. he is weary with the illness of the plague and his biggest wish is to share his life-long conclusions about his species to another dog
through his character i talk about about domestication syndrome, ethics of owning dogs, their welfare and other related things
and some final thoughts regarding them in general or their relationships :)
Gwizdak and Nobody fall in love somewhere in the first act because i don’t like the trope of prolonged pining… besides free-ranging dogs don’t live very long lives, not to mention the plague in this universe, so why wait for no reason if their time is limited
they are very gentle with each other and groom themselves all the time. i mean licking and cleaning mate’s ears, eyes, muzzle, neck, snuggling while laying down or sleeping ect. i personally love observing dogs who are fully comfortable with each other so these two are an embodiment of that :)
Nettle and Nuku’s relationship is akin to siblings’. they are the protagonists of the sequel and it is explored a lot more in there, but yeah, sibling feels. they are pros at playing mock hunts (poor Gwizdak once fell prey to them and they both got hit with Nobody’s “i’m not mad just disappointed” gaze lol) and spend lots of time at friendly biting each other
Nettle and Maeve thrive and spend their lives together in every other universe that can exist. it’s only the canon where Maeve dies. i like a good tragedy so sorry girls…
speaking of alternative universes. it’s Gwizdak who stays kind from the bottom of their heart in each and every story i can think of, while there are universes where Nobody turns out to be morally gray at best. which brings to…
Gwizdak’s kindness is the core of this story. Nobody, the stable and wise and reliable dog, saves and enables many characters to live, both explicitly and indirectly, only because Gwizdak decided to help them. upon their meeting Nobody was in such a condition that they flatly wouldn’t manage on their own and would pass very promptly. Gwizdak was under no obligation to help the half-dead stranger they met on pure accident, but they did it. and damn it did matter so much… 
there aren’t many characters here because Gwizdak and Nobody are in a constant travel, the dogs they meet just come and go. and i think they are interesting! but their “screen time” is very limited and they will never be as developed like Gwizd, Nbds, Pietruszka and Nettle (and also Nuku but he appears very late in the story)
oh yeah and the sequel. i have yet to decide on the canon ending of the lantern dogs, but i’ve been thinking a lot on this particular follow-up. let’s say that in short Gwizdak, Nobody and Pietruszka disappear and Nettle and Nuku are left alone. these two are the sequel’s main characters and i put a big emphasis on their relationship here, as they need to quickly learn to manage on their own. they travel for the first part of the story and then decide to settle with a pack of other dogs. finally some secondary characters i can actually develop!
sadly i have no drawings of any of them, just some quick sketches from 2019.. and i know their descriptions are quite short here but i didn’t want to make essays about all part of their bodies (maybe in another separate post)
i generally just find lots of fun merging real-life dogs’ psyche with some anthropomorphization (because come on they carry lanterns to subdue symptoms of the illness and can think in very abstract ways), but it is also the reason i won’t ever publish this story for the larger audience, i worry too much about people mixing actual dogs’ and humans’ psyche like, for example, Gwizdak’s interest in light (cuz ppl think dogs suffering from ocd are funny and playing so often..)
in short i love them and i’ve been working on this story since late 2018 (it will be 5 years soon!) and these doggos from my brain bring me sooo much happiness
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ladyzirkonia · 10 months
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For the Batcher asks - 35, 38, and 16 pretty pretty please ✨
Hey my lovely space sister! That's for you:
16. Gush about your favorite Batcher
Oh my dear. You know I don't have just one favourite, right? Ok because it's you and he's triggering feelings in me again I'll pick you Hunter. I mean it's no secret that I've been crazy about his hair lately, I want to touch it and braid it. I never thought I would ever be attracted to a man with a skull face tattoo, that's just hilarious and props to whoever designed it. And despite that and his silly bandana, he just has such a pretty face that you want to stare at over and over again.
And his looks aside, I'm just totally here for the hello daddy feelings. Blame my hormones, but his protective instinct towards his family and especially Omega…. GOOD SOUP. Give me feral Hunter looking for Omega next season and I'm a happy girl.
EDIT: I FORGOT THE KNIFE OMG. I'm not normal about this, a whole thread, thank you for that!!
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35. What is your favorite ‘inside joke’ from the fandom?
That's easy. Use the phrase ''Isn't that obvious?'' as often as possible and throw it in everywhere.
38. What color do you associate with each Batcher?
Omega: yellow, little Miss Sunshine
Hunter: red, blame his silly Bandana and he makes me feral
Tech: orange, bright mind, color of an hero
Crosshair: black, my beloved damaged and depressive boy, he triggers the emo girl simp in me.
Echo: blue, my beautiful and tragic favorite domino boy
Wrecker: pink, my big boy who makes me laugh, I just wanna hug him all day, very loud and pure joy
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rendoesthedoodle · 2 years
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30 Day Bugsnax Challenge Day 5: Favorite Snak!
original post here!
RAZZBY MY BELOVED!!!!!!!! i love Razzby specifically because before i even played the game, my qpp @pudd1eshine​ told me there was a bugsnak that sounded just like me! and lo and behold... it did. (not like my normal speaking voice but i tend to change voices a lot and one of them sounds just like a Razzby!)
ID START.  A fullbody drawing of the artist’s grumpus sona sitting while surrounded by Razzbies from Bugsnax. He has blue fur, a yellow bandana, and pink hair and tail. He’s lovingly squishing a black Razzby against his cheek. There are also several normal red Razzbies around him. One is sleeping, one is on his leg, one is waddling around, and one is clinging to his tail. They’re all surrounded by little speech bubbles, with things like hearts, music notes, and exclamation points. END ID.
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lostfirefly · 3 months
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You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me (Ch.4)
Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.
Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) 
And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)
Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure.. 
Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.
Words: 1236
The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
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"A car?" Catherine looked in amazement at the big black jeep. 
"What did you expect?" Buggy asked, leaning back on the bonnet, taking off his striped bandana. 
"Well, I don't know. We’re in Cairo… But.. You got people around town who look like fish. And there's… just a car", she said, glancing at his long blue hair.
"Sorry, cotton candy, my personal flying dragon is at home. I can take you for a ride next time", he replied with a sneer in voice, wrapping his hair into a ponytail.
"Ew, jeez", Catherine pursed her lips.
"If you keep yucking, I'm not taking you with me,. You can go to the nearest rental shop and book yourself a magic carpet if you want". 
"Tell me, were you born to be such an asshole? Or did it come with age?" Catherine drilled Buggy with her eyes. 
"Stop it, both of you. Save your love quarrels for later!" Rika said loudly, locking the shop door shut. "By some completely idiotic irony, we all need to get to the same place. Let's focus on the case. Cathie, get out your maps and records".
"He started it first!"
"I don't care! I'm not going to be your mom or dad. I said, get out your maps and records now! Here's your book by professor Alabasta", Rika put it on the bonnet.
It was a large book, in a brown cover with golden monograms on it. The pages were a little yellowed in places, but fortunately the text was legible.
"Woooow", Catherine whispered and gently ran her hands over the sheets.
"You see?" Rika opened one of Cathrine's diaries and pointed her index finger at one of the entries. "The numbers here and here match. I think that old man Alabasta knew something. I don't know if they point to the location of the treasure or not, maybe it's just one of the dots, but I'm more than sure that this is where we should be heading".
"But if he found treasure, for example, why didn't he take it? Maybe it's not there anymore", Catherine asked, "and why did my sister go there? She and I are both adventurers, but I still don't understand".
"Maybe she didn't go looking for the treasure. Maybe your sister got so tired of your endless whining that she decided to join a caravan and hide from you forever. That's what I would do", Buggy said, leaning between the two girls, glancing briefly at Catherine and putting his hand on her back.
"You're pissing me off already", she whispered.
"Well, I don't know your sister, so her motives are unclear to me, - Rika said, shaking her head, "but I know what I want to find there".
"And what is that?" Catherine asked with surprise.
"It doesn't matter".
"Look, there are several routes", Catherine ran her finger along the lines on the page. "I think we should take the shortest route so we can get there faster. The less time I spend in the car with this clown, the better".
"No, no", Buggy shook his head negatively. "You see, this short cut is guarded by Baroque Works men. We can't make two steps out there. We'd be quickly captured and sent to some underwater prison. Believe me, you won't like it there. We'll take this way", he pointed down the long road, "sorry, you'll have to bear with me".
He started to put the bags in the boot of the car.
"Trust me, you'll be happy to be in those places with me. Because if we meet a man with a hook there, I'll be your best bet for salvation".
"A man with a hook? Have you been drinking since this morning?" Catherine moved closer to his face to test her hunch.
"Where the hell did you come from, cutie biscuit?" he whispered in her ear.
"Loguetown, why are you asking?"
"Oh, just curious. Alright. Hop in, girls. Rika. And my cotton candy", he said with a wink, getting into the car.
"Stop calling me that!"
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The journey to the coordinates indicated on the map took about two hours. The car stopped somewhere in the middle of a hot desert. There was only a small building, which looked more like an old barracks.
"Well, where are we? You said you could read maps", Catherine got out of the car and looked around, "I thought we'd be in the right place on time".
"Can you stop nagging, I'm getting a headache", Buggy said, looking for something in the boot of the car.
"Don't tell me what to do and what not to do. You're the one who brought us here", Catherine walked briskly over to Buggy. "Fuck, if I'd known you didn't know anything, I wouldn't have messed with you in life".
"Listen, pie", Buggy grabbed her arm and hissed, glaring at her with his green eyes. "I'm sick of your hysterics. If you don't stop acting like this, I'm gonna leave you here in the middle of the desert to be eaten by the local sand creatures. And drive back. Believe me, I'd rather be in a bar than stuck here with you right now".
Catherine felt his warm hand squeeze her arm with force.
"Okay, people, break", Rika said, getting closer to them. "According to the coordinates, we're in the right spot now. Catherine, anticipating your question, no, we're not at the final point of our journey yet. While you two were arguing the whole way, I was trying to get a good look at the map. But it was difficult, with your love dialogues distracting my attention".
Catherine rolled her eyes.
"And? What's next?" she asked.
"We should go into that building over there. There must be something important in there, since it's marked on the map. It looks like a shop or a small hotel. I don't know. At least it's on the map and in the diaries. You see it?" Rika pointed her finger in the notebook.
Catherine noticed Buggy re-hiding a small black, oddly shaped box.
"What's that in there?" she asked, placing her hand gently on his back, peering over his shoulder.
"It's nothing special".
"Okay… We'll go to that building then, see what I can find out".
Catherine took two steps forward and stopped. She turned round and was about to take half a step back.
"Buggy…"
"What?" he sounded annoyed.
"I'm s... You know. Never mind".
Catherine and Rika walked into a small building together. Inside, there were shelves with some bags of herbs and jars of oddly coloured water. The place smelled of coriander and lavender for some reason.
"What can I do for you, young girls?" a hoarse voice came from the corner of the room. A grown big-boned man with a grey beard and long grey hair sat in a chair.
"Good afternoon, sir. We seem to be a little lost. We need to go to the Sab...", Catherine didn't have time to finish her sentence because Rika stepped on her foot, silencing her.
"Sab... what? The Sabaody Desert? Why would you want to go there? " the man asked, rising from his chair.
"Rayleigh, I bet they're going there for the same reason I am", a low voice came from the front door.
The tall man slowly began to approach the counter.
"Well, lassies, tell me what you're looking for there?", he asked, placing both hands on the table.
Catherine whispered in Rika's ear.
"Do you see that too? Does he have a… a hook instead of a hand?"
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bloopdydooooo · 7 months
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💊 (Medic) for the OC drawing ask game?
not so much treating wounds since they can’t actually touch but…. here are my beloved gays
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[Image ID: a three-colored drawing of jesse adkins and william bennet. jesse is a thin ghost, wearing a cowboy hat, a short-sleeved shirt under a vest, and a bandana around his neck. he is colored in light blue and there is a patch of bright red blood on his chest. his hands are tense in pain, hovering above his chest, and his teeth are gritted. william is a human and they have a simple short-sleeved shirt, and mussed-up hair. they are colored in a desaturated greenish color and reaching out towards jesse worriedly. behind jesse there is a red oval with an arrow through it and the rest of the background is black. End ID]
anyways jesse is a ghost and he wakes up every morning with a reappearance of the wound that killed him (in his case a bullet to the chest) (please help i’ve written so much lord for this story that i doubt i will ever complete)
i had a very clear idea for this only to realize a) there is no way in hell jesse would be able to pull himself together enough in this moment to be tangible and, more importantly, b) i really hate drawing beds. not sure what it is about them but i just cant
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ibikichiart · 2 years
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Orphan's Path my most beloved
(I'm aware of the Dream situation, but I spent days working on this and wanted to post it. Will think about wherever I should continue posting dsmp fanart going forward.)
[ID: Digital art of Techno, Tommy and Philza's characters, standing in a snowy field. Tommy is standing in the middle, wearing a proud grin with his hands on his hips. Techno is standing to the left, Phil is on the right, and they're both placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder, wearing a proud smile. Tommy has a scar on his nose and he's growing a faint beard, his blond hair is short and he's wearing a turtle hat. He has a green bandana around his neck, a red cape with white fur and golden accents around his shoulders, a navy blue oversized long sleeved shirt, a rope around his waist, blue pants with a green patch on his left knee. His boots are black and lined with white fur, and they have golden laces. Techno is a bulky piglin with faded pink skin, he has some white and golden hairs. His tusk has faded red at its tip, and his eyes and eyelashes are golden. His hair is short, and the fur behind his ears is shaped like a hardcore heart. He has a golden earring with an emerald hanging off it. He's wearing a black turtleneck under a white vest, red fabric around his waist, a brown belt and black pants. He has a red cape with golden accents, it reaches his hooves and it has white fur around the shoulder area. There are three golden eyes surrounding his head, symbolizing his chat. Phil has purple scratch scars on his face, his ears are covered in black feathers, and he's wearing a golden earring with an emerald hanging off it. His hair is golden, messy and reaches his shoulders. He has white coral-like antlers growing off his head, faint red growing at the bottom of them. He's wearing a black turtleneck with a blue vest on top, a red cape around his shoulders with grey fur, and a black skirt reaching his ankles. He has a black tail, and his talons have stardust scattered on them. He's holding a raven-headed walking cane. There's two crows with tiny bucket hats perching on him, one on his head and the other on his hand. END ID.]
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