#I fucking love drawing muscles!!! even if they get covered by stuff!!! they're fun!!!
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Ruffled Feathers
Another old-ish doodle of @size-two-shrimp's fic, cause boi do I love me some fluff (and I love this AU so much)
Also a sequel to the 'Anatomizing Your Synthetic Humanity' fic and comic :>
#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#gabv1el#fluff gives me life#kitr just absolutely going ham on those feathers#I fucking love drawing muscles!!! even if they get covered by stuff!!! they're fun!!!#also he chonk! but the healthy kind of chonk! dude carries around metal armor 24/7- that thing heavy! those muscles got a job to do!#anyways yeah dont mind me rambling in tags as usual haha#akans art
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Making design notes is one of my favorite things ever. I don't know why but making a list of them brings me so much joy.
I made one for MK awhile back and I'm getting the itch to do some for my own original characters. Sure my ocs do have set designs, but writing them down feels good.
Anyways. If you've never written a list of design notes, highly recommend. They don't have to be in-depth but here's some I wrote for a post-s4 MK design I haven't made yet
(Below the cut just to make sure I don't flood y'all's page or whatever)
Bodily Changes:
- Spread vitiligo to reflect new monkey markings (Dot on each upper cheek, patch covering the bottom lip to chin)
- Mullet hair
- Sideburns now reach lower and there is now sparse facial hair on his chin alongside the facial hair that was already on the edges of his jaw
-Fur covering his arms and back
- Striped gradient monkey tail
- Forehead scar running from hairline to a little below his eyebrows
- Fangsssss (Not as prominent as SWK or Macaque, more like Pigsy or Sandy's)
Wardrobe Changes:
- Sleeveless blue hoodie with one big white stripe and one small one
- Yellow Monkey King themed leather jacket (usually sensory hell, but he's got furry arms now)
- Still has the baggy, red cargo pants, but add on the overall straps that aren't being used like they should. Just decoration
- Cargo pants also have a tail hole now
- Headband is stitched up down the center, got damaged in the fight with Azure.
- Now wears sandals and goes barefoot during training
Other changes:
- His ears can twitch now, tho they still appear human. Hearing is also more sensitive, but not anything like Wukong and obviously nowhere near Macaque's
- Nose is also more sensitive, again, not quite like Wukong or Mac
- Is actually a bit faster than Wukong now, though SWK still far surpasses him in sheer strength and stamina
- Deals with migraines and meltdowns more often due to the higher senses and after effects of fucking HEADBUTTING A SWORD
- Still has human feet, but they're slightly bigger and he's more in control of their movement and can pretty reliably pick stuff up. This makes close-toed shoes very uncomfortable now
A few extra MK hcs that aren't listed here and didn't really change:
Transgender FtM (He/Him)
AuDHD
Pansexual
(All subject to changes or additions as I see fit)
Tbh, if enough people find this interesting I'll do them for all the characters. Even ones I may never draw, like Sandy (I LOVE him, but he's such an intimidating character to draw, muscles are strange and I still struggle with drawing my Red Son design.)
I'll also do non LMK characters, from basically any of my fandoms. These are so fun to me. It's my happiest form of feeding my hyperfixations when Im dealing with art block or just a lack of time.
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please gush about your passions and pastimes!!! I would love to hear about them
ack- im happy you want to hear about them!
Passions:
obvs as y'all know recently and just in gen., i guess, writing- i love crafting worlds and stories where anything can happen and just creating scenes above all else, like getting lost in the details of everything. I love getting lost in my own world and making myself happy as most self-indulgent writers do (and showing off my legitimate skill in a proper form of writing after doing shitpost-y things for so long is pretty rejuvenating, XD). And upon going back to some of my older, posted works and wips, I still laugh at the dumb shit I thought was the best stuff ever and now find myself giving those ideas a refresher like my last writing update, because it's still a legitimately enjoyable read.
i love sketching for similar reasons, but more so to visualize a fuzzy, almost-there idea, usually about fashion. Like recently I re-drafted some outfits for a fic idea I had, in order to make the world and designs make sense in my head. And I redesigned an existing outfit, running with certain themes and embellishments in design. I'm so happy I can churn out simple sketches like that when i really put my mind to it and feel content with the finished product nowadays. I feel accomplished as a hobby artist now and it's all thanks to heavy online research, a few how-to books, and putting effort into one art class. It's the second hobby of mine that I want to be good at, almost as much as my writing. Speaking of, I sometimes draw what I write or dream about because it's that prominent in my head.
Wow i love music guys- ha, but you already knew that *lenny face*
Past times:
I really like playing the simpler games in life- not as much in the vein of it being less difficult or busy, but more so with fewer controls, interesting mechanics, and a captivating style that I can easily fuck around in or beat some levels for a few hours. Bring on the (spider) solitare (only 4 suit sucks ass why do i do this to myself), jewel quest (FUCK YOU CROWS), barbie's fashion show (SINGLE DREAM-), zoo tycoon (fuck guest happiness), and sonic adventure or x-men of course.
MMD vids are v neat, like I know a handful of choreos that are fun as past midnight exercises to get my blood pumping and i get to discover new songs and learn more about other languages at the same time! Also the aph as mmd crack vids are the best whether its them making 'i hate this' or 'yeah im hot shit' faces or being completely into it as they're forced to dance or simply copying a vine. Like, they give me brainrot and serotonin at the same time its so fun. I love seeing all the different outfits for mmd vids in general, too, on top of new covers i never would've known about.
I really love analyzing things in general, actually. It's how I learn most of the things I do and know now, even though it technically causes me to lose large chunks of time because all i'm doing is staring at the damn thing, XD. Sometimes (all the time) I'll look at a gif or vid of a character changing their facial expression as they do/say something and I'll be completely enthralled by it. Something similar happens when I stare at REALLY GOOD artwork. I think it's the technical part of my brain trying to figure out the individual elements which make up whatever that thing is, like what facial muscles are being used to convey that emotion or mix of them, what the character is feeling, how the lighting or shading of the environment or extra details in editing affects said expression, etc. And for art, I'm thinking of the lines, posture, composition, object placement, color palette, negative space, tone, and all that jazz you learn from studying art.
Scrapbooking is a fun pastime for me that's extended from celebratory cards to actual gifts to my personal sketchbooks. It's part of the "creating something out of nothing/seeing what you can create with some basic templates and decorations" kind of mindset. And it makes me happy because I get to be creative and my family members and friends (even my employer) love them as part of their gifts every time and come to expect it from me each holiday, so I'm constantly encouraged to do it in the best way. I've recently kinda gone overboard on using ribbons and charms for the spiral and stickers and washi tape for the actual book itself on my sketchbooks, but I find myself wanting to draw in it more because I did that, lol.
I love rewatching the things I love. I usually have the same commentary about it, but its nonetheless enjoyable. And I never know what new thing I'll discover about it next, even if i've seen it over 50 times and only have it on as background noise and don't actually watch it. And yes, I will easily let something play on repeat at least that many times in my lifespan as well (like, a full day of it, at least).
wow i love staring at characters im attracted to for hours on end can i get a HUYEA-
#ask for moi#im glad your interested- truly. made my day! *happy tears*#people who like this word vomit have my upmost respect
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Hi there! I just found your blog, and I must say, I love your writing! Could I request a story with Venom/Eddy x female reader where Eddy/Venom and the reader go to some sort of event and they only leave the reader's side to go get her food (because they're always like hand-feeding her and stuff with her on their lap) and while they're gone, this guy comes up to the reader and starts trying to grope/ harass her. How would Venom/Eddy react without revealing who they are?
Here we go!
You loved carnivals. The lights, the rides, the games, it was exciting and wonderful, and made all the better by the company that came with it.
Both you and Eddie had taken time off work, meeting up in the afternoon so the two of you could have as much time as possible at the carnival. You’d gone through almost all the rides - sometimes twice - eaten more junk food than you did in a month, and Eddie had taken great pride in winning multiple prizes for you at various games - balloons, costume jewellery, a cute little pink bear on a keychain. He’d given you a warm, loving, look in understanding when you’d offered a little girl who hadn’t been able to win anything your over-large stuffed panda bear.
Granted, no one knew he was cheating by having Venom help him out, but you weren’t about to announce his secret to the world.
Yes, it had been a little weird to learn that your boyfriend was bonded to an alien symbiote. Odder still that the alien was Venom. It had taken some getting used to, you couldn’t lie. But meeting Venom, spending time with the so called ‘monster’, had only cemented the fact that said ‘monster’ wasn’t a monster at all.
Or at least, not to you.
It took a bit of getting used to, having basically two boyfriends inhabiting one body. They’d worked out some sort of schedule - Eddie would work during the day, and Venom would come out at night while his ‘host’ slept. They spent equal time with you as well. One evening it would be Eddie taking you out to dinner and a movie, the next, you’d be web-slinging across the City in Venom’s arms.
Oddly, it had been the symbiote’s suggestion to head out to the carnival once it had learned about the event on the news. Venom had access to Eddie’s memories, his childhood joys of visiting and riding coasters and tilt a whirls, and had expressed curiosity, even excitement about it, especially about the rides.
Eddie’s laughter at it’s excitement at experiencing a roller coaster for the first time had made you grin. It was so much like Venom’s web-slinging, just with the little added fear of possibly running off the rails.
After a third visit to the coaster - now lit up with bright lights since the sun had gone down - Eddie nudged you a little before resting his arm across your shoulders. “Hey, you hungry?”
“Sure.” You cast your gaze around at the various food vendors, then grinned. “Oooh, is that a pretzel stand?”
His easy laughter rumbled into you, and you felt the symbiote reach out from the arm across your shoulders to lightly caress the side of your neck with an inky tendril. One thing that both of them liked to do was feed you. It stemmed from your usual horrible habit of forgetting to eat. “Pretzels it is! Hang tight, we’ll be right back.”
“‘Kay.” You decide to wander a little, never leaving Eddie’s line of sight of course. It wouldn’t do for Venom - territorial and possessive and so, so, protective of you - to make an appearance in the midst of a crowded carnival simply because they couldn’t find you.
So you investigated the nearby games, helped a little boy aim a gun at a plastic moving duck and win a prize, before going to stand next to the Carousel, smiling at the bright painted horses and uplifting music.
Your first thought as an arm wrapped around your waist was that Eddie was back. Your second, upon realizing that it was a stranger, was that if Venom spotted him, he’d be dead in an instant.
“Move the hand or lose it,” you snapped, twisting out of his hold when his hand lowered in preparation to grope your ass.
“Aw, c’mon, pretty lady. Someone like you shouldn’t be here all alone.” His breath smelled faintly of beer and hot dogs, face sporting an ugly five o’clock shadow, brown eyes dark and leering. “How about you an me blow this joint and go have some fun, huh? We’ll have a nice time.”
“No thanks. My boyfriend is off getting food.” You tried to shimmy away, not wanting to make a scene and alarm the nearby children waiting for a turn on the carousel.
The man grasped your wrist, tight, keeping you from escaping, and you glared as you tried to wrench yourself free. His lips quirked in a sleazy smile as he started to tug you after him as he headed for the entrance to the carnival.
You braced yourself against his pull, eyes narrowing, and you were in the process of pulling your right arm back to deliver a haymaker punch that Venom had taught you when Eddie suddenly appeared at your side, two pretzels held in his left hand.
“Let her go. Right. Now.” There was a lot of Venom’s deep, predatory, baritone, growl in Eddie’s voice.
Your unwanted suitor didn’t even blink. Merely gave Eddie an up and down look, then snorted, unimpressed. “Piss off, punk.”
Dumbass.
Unable to cause a real scene, Eddie reached out to close his right hand on the man’s wrist. A shadow moved along his arm that had nothing to do with the darkness of the night, and you felt the idiot’s hand loosen as Eddie calmly applied pressure.
“You’re bothering my girl, asshole,” he growled, Venom’s voice melded with his, an unearthly combination of two contrasting tones. Your would-be suitor’s eyes started to bulge as Eddie continued to squeeze, and you were certain you heard bones break as the man’s grip on you suddenly vanished.
Relieved, you retreated to Eddie’s side, resting a hand on his other arm, feeling his ‘jacket’ undulate under your fingers.
“Jesus, shit! Fuck, let go man!” The stranger tried in vain to pull himself free, but at that time, it was Venom that had a hold on him, covering Eddie’s hand like a taloned glove. “You’re breaking my fucking arm!”
“YoU DaRe tO ToUcH oUr GiRl?”
One minuscule twist of Eddie’s wrist sent the other man to his knees, and this time, you were certain you heard something snap. Realized that Venom was crushing the guy’s hand and wrist to a pulp, and, very aware of the looks and attention you were garnering from the growing crowd, you gently tugged on his left arm.
“Let’s go. He’s not worth getting into trouble over,” you said, drawing Eddie’s gaze, the whitish cloud receding from his eyes as he blinked at you. “Don’t let one asshole ruin our date, lover.”
He turned his head to frown down at the man at his feet, then growled and - visibly fighting against a no-doubt raging Venom’s influence - uncurled his hand from around the male’s wrist. It flopped unnaturally, bones obviously broken, and you grimaced a little at the sight, gently tugging Eddie away from the idiot as the man cradled his mangled hand to his chest, whimpering and crying pathetically.
You hustled Eddie away from the scene and towards the far end of the carnival that held the tilt a whirl, feeling him shudder from time to time as he fought Venom’s no doubt impressive anger. The symbiote didn’t like having to relinquish it’s prey, especially if the alien thought someone had harmed you.
“V, it’s okay. I’m okay,” you murmured softly, knowing that he could hear you. The whitish clouds had reformed over Eddie’s blue eyes, jacket bulging a little as alien muscles started to form. “You’re going to give Eddie a stroke, calm down, please. That guy will be lucky if the doctors can save his hand, you made your point.”
An inhuman snarl echoed in both voices left your boyfriend before the symbiote visibly settled, and Eddie’s breath left him in a relieved sigh. You turned and stepped into him, curling your arms around him in a hug and pressing a kiss to his lips when he clutched you to him.
“Better?” you asked after a minute, where Eddie had hidden his face in your hair, nuzzling into you. The symbiote was using your proximity and the shadows to wrap tendrils around your waist, slipping under the hem of your shirt to touch your bare skin. Little feelers spread across your back and stomach, caressing you gently.
“Yeah. Though we lost the pretzels.”
“Baked goods are expendable. You aren’t,” you told him, smiling when he rose his head from yours and moved to kiss you, slow and warm and loving. “Wanna go make out on the Ferris Wheel? It’ll be dark enough, no one will be able to see anything.”
“You read our mind,” Eddie smirked, blue eyes dancing a little, his mood visibly rising. The symbiote vibrated against you in a sign of happiness and excitement, and you giggled at the ticklish feeling. “After, we’ll try getting you those pretzels again.”
“Hah. Deal.”
#snarky is writing#venom x reader#reader x venom#eddie brock x reader#reader x eddie brock#venom#eddie brock#filled prompt
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