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My blorbo needs hugs, kisses and head pats.
reblog to give your blorbo a head pat or a gunshot wound to the neck
reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics
Me. I don’t chose it, I just blink and suddenly they’re all I can think of and I’m genuinely losing my mind over them. Then… I BECOME them😈. I’m just made up of every character I’ve ever loved
sometimes I wonder why y'all are obsessed with specific characters and I'm like "why them" but then I remember that sometimes its literally not your choice you just look at them wrong and all of a sudden they're taking up your every thought forever
Some profiles of a new style I’m trying out. I’m just figuring some things out on the side profile since it looks a little wonky but other wise I really like this style that I’m trying out! Btw the character in the sketches is my oc Emma rose Parker or the night devil, might drop some lore soon idk. But if you want to give any constructive criticism I would totally appreciate it 🤗!
some character work and Banang
The King of The Hill - TF2/Blender
First experience with paintovering in PS & using that big amount of characters on the scene. 🦞
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦…
Does anyone else struggle to watch stuff on their own or is just it me because I struggle a lot and I feel like because of that I don't really know exactly how the characters act fully and only take what other people say about them ,(I feel like this is a personal struggle for me idk )
goodmorning to the face card that NEVER declines 🗣️
your honor i MUST see captain john price in a “kiss the cook” apron
the 141 & quotes that match them pt2
you know what’s not talked about nearly enough? HOW HOT TECH IS IN S2 EP4 WHEN HES RACING??? LIKE HELLO?? I NEED HIM??!?? SO BAD??!!??!?
shoutout 2 grumpy old dads that desperately need a hug & a kiss y’all r my fave
the armorer: grogu is too small, he cannot train yet
din: *hands on hips, points finger* FIRST of all lady, my baby can-
yeah i’m fine (sometimes fictional characters are the only people i feel loved by)
Show Off.
Sylris has much pride of his build and is always choosing the most revealing clothes in public spaces just to show the word his handsomeness.
Anyway, last post of this memes collection; I got tired and I’ll be off Tumblr for a while. I had a pretty realistic dream with this app and others, and these dreams usually are predicting my future, so to avoid bad things to happen I’ll uninstall them 👍🏽 idk how much time I’ll be out, but I hope u won’t forget me when I come back lmao.
Class is going great
Behati is teaching Yuno to stand his ground 💪🏽 (he could use some grammar class, though lol)
I don’t talk a lot about them, so in case you don’t know, Behati is Yuno’s big sister. They’re the last Auvies(elves) in Martra and she’s raising him alone in a hut in the forest, so it’s gonna be a nice help when Ethan teaches him to write Latin Alphabet properly!
Smile, Ethie!
Ethan is lacking this much 🤏🏼 to go nuts in Martra, and Maya is like “let’s go besties ✌🏾😗”
Those freaks…
I saw the original on Pinterest, but the @ was too blurry to see, sry.
I saved a bunch of memes, and if I stay in the mood I’ll make them ✌🏽
(I forgot to make her halo 😭😭😭)
I guess I found voices for them 👍🏽 the first song of each playlist is their voices
Sylris’s playlist is not organized yet cuz I don’t know half of the songs there, I just thought the vibe and lyrics matched him. It’s so hard to find songs that speaks about him 😞
That one meme, but they’re deranged 🫶🏽
Quality Time
Behold! The drawing that almost gave me a heart attack ❤️ despite the problems, it finished fine and I loved the result 🤙🏽
In case you don’t recognize, the boy is Seth, from In My Hands (Ashes AU, idk if this name is good, help), and the doctors are Sylris and Kenyan. Mostly, Sylris does all the stuff, and Kenyan is there as a support for them.
Seth has his hashtag now, if you want to check it out.
Seth Yaneh
From the modern AU (or a new story, I’m thinking about the name).
He is Kenyan’s and Sylris’s child, but not in the traditional way. They kinda rescued (kidnapped?……) him from a death scene, but Sylris went a bit too far on his cure. Let’s say he literally reset the kid and “programmed” him into believing they’re his parents.
They slay at parenting, don’t they? ☺️ /jk
Below, the moment Sylris first met him (cw: blood, abuse, death?)
Seth doesn’t remember about it, and he also doesn’t know how was his life before. Sylris has an idea of how it was after searching on it, but chose to not mention it to anyone. It’s like he deleted that child and created a new one: their precious son, Seth.
Hear me out. Modern AU, a whole new story with Kenyan and Sylris. (I have the concept, but it’s hard to write the narrative 😞 so stay with the tale)
They are famous in the medicine world for their breakthroughs in neurological subjects. Kenyan is a chemist now, but she met Sylris in their medicine college. She realized it wasn’t her thing and changed to chemistry, as Sylris specialized in surgeries. In this meantime, they got married, and soon they noticed Kenyan was barren.
Sylris got a bit ahead with his skills of “giving life to people” through his surgeries, and developed a crazy god-complex, in which he believes they’re gods and should be even more superior. Immortality, he thinks first, and secondly he plans to create life. A new human. Theirs only.
Kenyan hated the idea because Sylris was experimenting on orphan-homeless children, but he justified it saying he was saving them from a worst fate. And then, to diminish the possibility of their death, Kenyan started helping him. So, they kept the experiments, changing defective organs, replacing memories, resetting a human until they weren’t a person but just a body.
This last boy worked. Kenyan learned to be attached to him, to call him son despite everything. Their son, their chosen one, their Seth. He wasn’t very responsive in the start—Sylris messed his brain a tad much—but Kenyan was patient with him. She read him books, taught him about the world, helped him to move… until he got better. He was quiet, but they knew he could talk, play, question, laugh, call her mum. Their miracle child, Seth.
But they knew they couldn’t show him to the world yet. How could they explain it? Kenyan didn’t want to say he was adopted, because he was hers. So instead of admitting his wrong existence, they kept him hidden on their home. That’s it, until a young brilliant girl asks to come over.
She was the niece of a friend from work, getting on the chemical field and wanting to meet her idol. Kenyan could’ve said no, but doing so would make it feel like they were hiding something—and they were—, but the world couldn’t know it. So there was Émile going to their home with Seth hidden in the basement lab.
(I’m gonna write the rest later, I’m lazy right now 🤙🏽)
Mercy
Participating in @comikbook ‘s DTIYS! Mercy is so beautiful, geez. I hope I got her right lol (the colors in my tablet were better 😞)
Also, just saying I admire your work a lot, wish you the best :))
Old Sketchbook (again)
The clown’s one is looking cool despite the molding
And these ones were random sketches from Pinterest, and the other a fictional landscape of Sokovia (yeah, it was in the time I was writing fanfic)
This one a characters sheet! If you look in the bottom right, you’ll see a corpse that was supposed to be Kenyan lmao. Thank God she had a nice glow up 🙏🏽
Ethan Doll
I saw these cute dolls in Pinterest, and they are very VERY cute, so I drew Ethan in this style.
(For who follows my side blog, this is what made me get overly excited to do something cool. This was the cool thing I thought about 👍🏽)
Omg I’ve only scrolled a couple of pieces of your art but they are incredible!! You’re an amazing artist!!
So, who’s the oc on the banner (I think that’s what it’s called) photo? They look so cool!!
Yay I’m glad you liked them!! <33
And, despite looking nothing like her, that character was supposed to be a “villain” Elsa lol. In the time, I wrote a short story and made this drawing of her:
So, is this the end?
I have done it. I finished my job. After years, it happened:
The world is frozen.
I was tired of their laugh, tired of their joy, their happiness, love, pleasure… even their sadness was worth of envy.
Such things were lost in the way before I could even notice, just like my body. My chest aches to breathe, my vision is made of abstract shapes, I can only hear my fading heartbeats in my ears. Taste and smell? Well, they were the first to disappear.
Yet, I persist. No for out of will, nor for the lack of it. No matter what I think about my situation, it will remain like this. I am a living statue, forever stuck in this endless life.
Immortal and unchangeable; not exactly the nature of ice, but my curse messed up nature itself. Many living beings were extinct in the permanent cold weather, many died in starvation, others in captivity, some in my stalactites. And thousands, millions, tens of millions were turned into ice statues.
My people, families, men, women, children, elders… all stopped in time, with no index of fear in their body language. They weren’t waiting for my power to struck them like this.
Anna is also there. I can’t see her face, but I know it’s her. My sister, who insisted so much for my well-being no matter what I did through the years.
Now she’s nothing but a sculpture. All of them.
My own art exhibition, made by me, for me only.
My body cracked when I sighed. I’m sat in my throne, crown on my head and staff in my hand. A, literally, cold Queen. Or tyrant. They used to call me by all names, didn’t they? Devil, even. So I promised I’d remember theirs as well:
Frank, Philips, Greg, Paola, Theo, Angela, Hiago, Mathias, Vanya, Wender, Christine, Diana, Xavier… Hans, Kristoffer, Sven, Olaf.
Yes, I remember all of them. I remember everything. Every single word and deed that I have done. I remember every single soul I killed, their positions, their expressions, their feelings, oh, excruciating details of their pain. All of it reflected in my ice as it came from out to inside them.
They were destined to die someday, I only advanced what was meant to be. I did it for everyone’s well-being. The cries of the ones left were disturbing me. They made me desire to live like that once again, to be human once again, to listen to Anna’s pledge. Her sobbing voice when she found out I failed suiciding… it almost made me human again.
But to be human is to be weak and fragile. If I were human, I’d be dead when I threw myself from that cliff. But I am something else. I am transcendent. I am made to be like this, nothing will bring me to the mud of humanity.
I chose it for me, it’s humanity’s problem to deal with the consequences of my choice.
…
I sometimes wonder if it was the right decision.
…
How much time passed? Days? Months? Years? Centuries?
…
Does it matter? Nothing will change anyway.
We are frozen for eternity.
So, I was watching Avengers Age of Ultron yesterday, and I decided to bring my fic back to life 🫶🏽
The Enhanceds
I’m reviewing the chapters I posted in 2023, and only then posting them again. And I HOPE I’LL BE ABLE TO WRITE MORE CHAPTERS. (I’m too inconsistent, sorry 😞)
Drowning in You
A not-friendly reminder that Sylris isn’t there just to play house.
Keny Yaneh
Kenyan is the best of both worlds; try to change my mind. She’s gorgeous as a woman, gorgeous as a man, bet she’s gorgeous even as a worm.
In case you don’t know her yet, here she is:
(AAAAAAAAAAASOPRETTYAAAAAAAAAAAA)