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Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜
The internet is a magical place💚
I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao
TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss
Mammon x GN! Reader
The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...
Mammon was FURIOUS
He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.
You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!
Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!
Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!
You became a star!
But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too
For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon
No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon
All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)
Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too
"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"
He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling
"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"
"Ye..."
Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different
The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts
Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...
Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow
One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally
"Sir, you wanted me here?"
You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)
"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"
That was horrible, adorable, but horrible
"Sir... What?"
"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"
"What is happening?"
"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."
"Oh!"
You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"
"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."
Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)
"I like you too"
Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath
"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"
"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."
#i love him#he's so stupid#hb mammon#helluva mammon#helluva boss#helluva boss mammon#helluva boss x reader#mammon x reader hb#mammon x reader#mammon x reader helluva boss#helluva boss mammon x reader#vivziepop#oneshot#mammon helluva boss#gn y/n#hellaverse
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One Piece - Warrior Cats AU, but it's a post-apo world with cats playing pirates to replace humans; here's the strawhats first!
Finally made small clean designs of the ideas i had for months haha- Not sure who i'll make next but there's so many characters i want to draw as cats hehe (i can take suggestions)
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Monkeydawn: can't remember why i made him a colour point- Warrior cat names are a pirate thing, and Dawn is exclusive to the Ds. The ribbon is basically the strawhat here, given by Redscar (i didn't like the look of hats on cats-). Leader of Strawclan but he's bad at names so everyone named themselves
Mossthorn: gray oriental cat. Formerly named Thorn the Fox, Moss is a joke from Snail but also his favorite colour so- He's Clan deputy and a knife wielder, the harness is to keep them on his back.
Waveberry: long hair calico cat. Formerly named Wave, and was Wavestorm in the fishcats' clan. Berries are still a currency here but it sounded better than trying to fit Tangerine in her name. First warrior of the clan and terrain painter. Oh and there's Cloudstar too (names in -star are deities names)
Pebbleflight: black tabby cat. Formerly Pebble and had too many ideas for his pirate name. He grows poisonous plants for projectiles. Wanted as Flyingspark and then Pebblestar (he also has a star on his forehead like WC leaders have in fanarts!)
Snailswirl: Turkish van. Snail is a name he was given by Redleg (such a joke for a french cook but i love it), and Swirl is a joke from Moss. He's both a warrior and a med cat, his cooking experiments helping with faster recoveries.
Antlerfall: Neko no mi, model: lynx. Was named like a pirate by med cat Cherrytree, as his antlers disappear in his full lynx form. He's actually taller than most of the crew in all his forms. The one and only med reindeer !
Ravenbloom: russian blue. Went by the name Newmoon in Baroque Works, and is wanted as "Devilkit". She took back her childhood name Raven when joining the clan. Six legged most of the time because come on it's useful. Studies the extinction of humans (the existence of humans is still to be proven)
Blueflame: blue Mainecoon. Formerly named Littleflame, and renamed Blue by Iceberg, mixed both names when joining the crew. Lost his tail and badly injured his paws in the train accident, so the cyborg part is more like an exoskeleton. And hey, being six legged is fun. Assigned builder of the crew.
Whalesong: Siberian cat. Had his name from the black and white pattern of his fur making him look like an orca, and it fits with Laboon! So yes he is wearing his own fur because of course. His soul form also look like a typical starclan spirit fanarts, and starclan is an old pirate legend here.
Sharkstrike: fishcat! I'm so close to make a whole speculative evolution project about fishcats, but basically, they are cats if they had taken the same evolutionary path as whales. He's not a shark, he's still "just" a cat, but most fishcats are named after sea creatures.
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Hey, I decided to try to build Laios (Dungeon Meshi) in pathfinder 2e, explaining my choices and illustrating the process with a bunch of doodles. I divided it in 3 parts and posted it on reddit. So, if you like rpgs and dungeon meshi it could be cool to take a look on it:
Part 1 - Level 1
Part 2 - Level 2 to 6
Final - Level 7 to 10 and gear
I also posted a lot of the drawings in my art sideblog, if you are interested in the fanart but not in pathfinder I recommend checking it out:
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#ttrpg#laios touden#pathfinder#pathfinder2e#pathfinder 2e#pf2e#dnd#art#kabru of utaya#rinsha fana#senshi
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Hey, Ace! :)
I just wanted to tell you that your art is just- amazing. The way of how you make your body positions and expressions look so natural, but still so full of emotion is so impressive. :) So the question I have for you is.. What got you into art and TMNT? :) And what is your favorite art you’ve done that you are most proud of? :) Also! Has your art ever made you laugh out loud before? If so, which one? :)
Hope you’re doing well! Also, I want to thank you for making that little sticker series .. it brought so many smiles to my face throughout the day, and I thank you for that. :)
~ Melissa
Hi hello! 🙌✨
Aaaawwee!! Thank you so much! 🥹🥹 That's such a lovely compliment oh my stars thank you!!
To answer your question, I've kind of always been drawing as a way to express myself and my emotions. I draw to say the things I feel without having to use words. How I got into TMNT and drawing turtles is a long story, but I'll do my best to simplify. So, I knew about TMNT through the 2003 and 2012 tv series. I wasn't too into the fandom or anything until the 2022 Rise movie came out and it was on Netflix. I had watched clips of the show and the movie on Youtube until I finally got around to watching the movie and was hooked. I was also on Twitter at the time, in a different fandom, so I just drew rise fanart for myself until I finally posted something rise related that kinda got me "initiated..?" into the fandom, and now I'm still here a year later. Woo!
My favorite piece that I've ever done is this one:
I love ~literally~ everything about it and I could gush about it for so long. I will always choose this piece. The fact that it's traditional makes it even more lovely to me. Cassandra is a total badass and I literally fell in love with her whilst making this comic..so that's also a bonus point.
And yes! Many, many pieces. Mostly my um...angst stuff, actually. I dunno...whenever I draw Leo screaming or looking "haunted" it makes me laugh. I'm terrible, I know.
I am doing alright, yeah. Keeping busy. I am very glad it brought you some positivity and joy 🤗✨ I am honored and very grateful, so thank you for reaching out!
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☠ CHRONICLES OF A BRAINROT ☠
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After many years simming in my corner, I finally decided to step out of my comfort zone and share my pixel babies with the simblr/tumblr sphere!
I started playing sims with the first opus when I was pretty tiny, and couldn't stop ever since. This game allows my creativity and inner world to express like no other game would, and that's what I love so much about it.
I created many different worlds, kingdoms and stories, but the one I enjoy the most is my One Piece save I started a year ago. It is the first time I am really eager to leave CAS to actually play the game!
Back in 2015 I've been introduced to the manga/anime universe and I never went back! It truly was a revelation, and a revolution in my own stories. But when I discovered One Piece, all of a sudden I was hooked. This universe is so colorful and deep at the same time, it is the safe place I go whenever I feel down, and it never fails me. It may sound silly but I can't explain how warm it makes me feel. Especially Luffy's vibe and laugh, he's so precious.
So last year when I had to stop working because of bad health issues, my last two brain cells met and said to each other "hey, why not One Piece sims?", and that was it, I began this crazy journey of looking for the perfect OP custom content for the perfect OP babies, being disappointed of not finding many or really old ones...and that is when, after weeks and weeks of research, I decided to create my own One Piece custom content, because, why not?!
I never touched Blender (and a year later I still feel such a newbie with it) nor Photoshop before, but it didn't stop me to throw myself into it and man, despite all the crying seeing my creations in game unexpectedly float in the air or be filled with "???" in CAS and such, I can say that I don't regret anything!
I can sing on stage, write songs or dance, but can I properly draw? No, I cannot. And I've been frustrated for so long since I wanted to do fanarts for my fandoms but I tried, aaand it was bad. Like, really really bad. Fortunately simming is now one of my places of expression, and I'm SO EXCITED about my lil creations & stories.
My wish is to grow a small community of One Piece fans and/or fellow simmers with whom I could share my passions and enjoy theirs. I know you guys are out there, and I love you already!!
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➨ useful informations for navigation:
• Some of my posts may contain dark topics, blood and mature rp ships (18+)
• I'll do my best to limit spoilers but take note that there might me some here
• I am WCIF friendly but it might take a while for me to answer since I literally use thousands of cc. So please ask for 1 or 2 items at a time. I will happily share their names and creators
• I will not share any download links of my own OP custom content, because I often use other artist's meshes parts, then I mix them with my own etc ; so claiming these items as my own and share them to dl would break those artist's TOUs. Thank you for your comprehension
• That said, if I ever grow a significant sim community, I would eventually contact these artists one by one to ask their permissions to share my content with you! (with credits ofc)
• On this page I'll only reblog sims from other people that are One Piece characters, as well as One Piece fanarts or anything related
• Aside from my sims I also really enjoy editing my own gifs and manga/anime panels so you can expect to see a lot of them ♡
• Don't be surprised if some of my sims seem really different from one screenshot to another, that is because I have different saves with different timelines (children, pre timeskip, post timeskip, Wano), and various AUs like high school, dark fantasy world etc. For example, by now I already have 8 different Sanji sims in several styles and stages of his life (my biggest number for a single character, but I can't help it...I just love him so much!)
• If there are any suggestions, requests, ships (personally into Zosan/Zolu/Lusan/Lawlu/Acesan/Shuggy/Mishanks/Frobin) and more that you would like to see, feel free to ask and I will enjoy making it happen for you!
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SO HERE WE ARE ☻
THANKS FOR READING...
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ✿❁❀
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Don't let me go…【part2】
I won't let you go！
Well… hi all！
Firstly, I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy out there！🙏
And secondly, as you guys know, i've been quiet for a while. I had to deal with some of my real life problems… albeit unintentionally… And it was a period that seriously hurt me emotionally. So if you remember, when I was at the beginning of everything, I posted an art about it, also mentioned that I will share the rest of that art depending on the situation. And according to this result, it would end as a good or bad ending…
So today, this problem finally came to a conclusion！
What do you see when you look at these pieces? It feels like a bit of a bad ending, right!? But it's not！Yes, the result is really the good ending one！！！I'm just happy to be back with good news after such a long wait！And guys, half of these results are thanks to you, i know！'Cause you all sent so many positive comments and wishes that things turned out well (y'know I have some superstitions like good wishes)！So I can't thank each and every one of you enough！
I really thought for a moment that I had reached the end of the road… And I don't know if I can use the right words about my feelings during this period… That's why i'm not even going to start that "feelings" part. Just… I guess I'm a little old-fashioned. I mean I can't get used to the changes easily. Ofcourse one day I'll say that I'm done！(I can't draw these two boys until i die). But I can only accept this if it is a situation under my control. And since I don't feel like saying I'm done yet, this just damaged my emotional state indescribably. Many days when I was quiet and inactive, I kept telling myself "be patient, be strong, be patient, be strong" and I didn't tell anyone how hard it was for me because didn't want to bother any of you with my *constant* emotional breakdowns. So, special thanks to the few people who didn't turn down my request for help to avoid a panic attack (they know themselves)！
Honestly, this problem is about a topic I'm uncomfortable talking about. That's why I won't talk too much about it. (But even so, I was going to tell you all what this is about, if this had ended with a bad ending. Because if i had to leave i think you guys have the right to know why…) So for now, it's just enough to know that this is about a serious legal issue. I may be just a simple fanartist that you all see here but there are some serious issues going on in my real life and can't have fun with. And it was an issue that would hinder my entire artist career, not just about my fanarts. That's why I asked all of you for help (normally i hate asking for help but…) And the bad ending one is still in my documents, but i will never share this. Because I'm still afraid of something and maybe this will cause things to go bad in the future, idk… But mmh for those who are still wondering, I can explain a little, i guess. So it was the same beginning but a different ending, something like Sasuke leaving without looking back, and he couldn't even hear Naruto's voice and what he was saying behind his back… like an unstoppable farewell…… So I still feel lucky that I didn't have to post this one！
But, after this period that I lived for almost two months, I cannot say that everything is over now… unfortunately. 'Cause from now on it seems like another period awaits me. A period when I will be much busier and not even have time to talk much… But i'm not complaining, because I can still stay around. So i haven't planned it yet but i will try to prepare a monthly schedule for myself. And nothing is finalized but for now it looks like I can only spend two weeks a month on fanarts/commissions. Sorry in advance for being less active from now on！
But HEY i'm still happy！！！
I'm happy to be able to continue what I love to do, happy to be able to stay here with you all and happy that I don't have to leave my accounts. So, endless thanks to everyone who spoke up or stayed silent but never stopped supporting me！I never asked you to do, but y'all just don't know how much strength you give me with your words and support！
Hope the future brings more fun and happiness to all of us！Let's have fun doing the things we love！And don't also forget to take care of yourself！！
(Uhm… Ok I won't be writing such long articles for a long time, don't worry, I won't have time for that ^^;！So just, thank you if you've read this far) ！
See you guys around！❤️❤️
#narusasu#naruto#sasuke#Naruto Uzumaki#Sasuke Uchiha#sns#Don't let me go... I won't let you go!#Yes it's raining but they are with each other#So nothing to worry about now#Good Ending#Thank you to everyone who has been patient with me and never stops supporting!#my otp#my art
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Hey guys, it's Loaf here!
I've been pretty much inactive on this blog/project for the past several months. While it's already February, I never got a chance to say this here yet: Happy New Year! ✨🎉 I hope January has been well for y'all!!
On my end, I've last mentioned here that my activity would be heavily dependent on my "college era", with me trying out college for the first time (I took it online). A few months ago, I had taken finals and finished my Fall term. After that, it's my Spring term.
Well, I have an update on that: ...I dropped out!
As someone who's grown up with a sedentary lifestyle (meaning I'm mostly spending my time either laying around, sitting a lot at the computer desk, not physically active, etc) and as someone with a very sporadic sleep schedule, I realize I never really made room in my life to take on academics again. I was never interested in college to begin with or with getting a degree.
Maybe in the distant future I'd try college again, when my life's more in order...? Who knows, LOL
Also in terms of inactivity: my focus has been on other things, like just drawing general fanart and working on other smaller projects.
This inactivity does not reflect my feelings towards A Salmon Good Time. I'm still very, very passionate about this silly project, and have no plans to abandon it! As I've mentioned above, my attention's just been on other things recently.
I feel like I've said this a lot, but I do apologize for the lack of responses to Asks! I've looked through my Ask inbox and see the questions & requests that've been sent to me over a month or several ago... I will get to answering those eventually!
Until then, keep an eye out for some movie scene drawings, answered Asks, and a small treat that'll be posted right after this post... 👀
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The Assassin and the Knight
Welp. It’s officially June 8th, so happy one year to this post and my sad, very first attempt at fanart ;-;
Now that it’s been a year of weekly practice, I am honestly so happy to see the progress I’ve made! No, it’s not crazy dramatic or anything, but it’s something, and for someone that never thought they’d get far, started pretty late in life, and was fairly overwhelmed, I feel satisfied with the development I’ve made.
I can see the progression when looking at the different things I have drawn over the past year…
It’s subtle, but my lighting and shading has improved, as well as my anatomy. I still need so much practice with backgrounds, perspective rendering, etc.., but hopefully I’ll keep learning at a steady pace. (Yes, I have drawn Bloody Crow a LOT jsknjsk).
Anyway, I made this post for Ciaran and Artorias, because it started with them. Last year, Lyilenor’s fic about them was being updated regularly, and while I’ve said it many times, it was one of the best fics I had read. The writing was so good that it inspired me to improve my own, and actually treat writing fanfiction like writing a book. Some will say you don’t need to do that, but I actually enjoy it so much that I don’t think I’ll ever go back to how I used to write.
Amazingly, Lyilenor’s fic also inspired me to finally try fan-art, so I drew a little scene from the last chapter that was posted before she disappeared without a trace. Ever since then I have been thriving off of that inspiration and drawing as much as I could. So, today I finally “redrew” my original doodle but with more of an intimate feel. It’s obviously a bit different, but hey, it’s still ✨them✨and even though I’m not a very loud shipper, I still love this pairing so much. They’re my favorite Dark Souls characters <3
So, here’s to more years of practice and hopefully more vivid improvement 🥂
#i’m so happy#i owe so much to literally one author and man i wish they were still around#but i’m glad i didn’t lose the drive to keep practicing because drawing my blorbos has been worth it#i’m also starting to feel ready to work on backgrounds and full body poses instead of just head + shoulders#so let the 24/7 practice continue!#thank you to everyone for all the encouragement too ;-;#you guys are great#dark souls#lord’s blade ciaran#artorias the abysswalker#ciartorias#wolfbee#CrowSketch
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On the topic of deleted fic, some years ago I was in a server. Someone in that server sometimes wrote fic live and we had a fun time reacting to it as an audience
At some point I got the hots for a character and I would not stop talking about them and this one idea I had for them. And at the time I wasn’t a fic writer, so I just kept talking to get it out of my system. At some point that author wrote a fic based on my idea. I don’t know if it was for me specifically , or because they felt like writing and a few others in the serve were also interested, but they wrote it
Some time later, the admin closes the server closes down, and a few months ago I remember this fic, which I didn’t save. I try to track down anyone who was in the server, anyone who might still be in contact with the author. All I have is a screenshot of their old ao3 username and a few tags on one fic that I remember
So I sort by year and tag on ao3 and nothing. The name doesn’t turn anything up.
Then all I have is my old instagram follower list and I start combing through everyone who drew fanart from that fandom. And I start messaging people. “Hey, were you in a server 3 years ago? I went by X name and this person wrote fics etc etc”
So I finally find the author. They saved nothing. I don’t know if they had bad experiences with the fandom or with the source material itself, but they saved nothing. It’s gone forever and nobody else I found from that server saved the fic either
And that’s the reason why I save everything now. I keep docs for headcanons, I handwrite convos in my journal, I keep my old writing buried in google docs no matter how cringy it is. Or I print it and delete the docs to stash it in a drawer and never look at it again
Because of that, on principle, I never delete my fics. I have something I wrote long ago that I cringe so hard at, I orphaned it. There’s cringe fics I still want control over, so I moved them to a pseudonym and anon-ed them so they don’t even show up on my main to myself. Old cringe headcanons stay on my tumblr page. And every once in a while, when I talk fic/headcanons on discord with friends, I round them up and post them on tumblr, so they’re somewhere
I know some people have things that they really really want to delete and yeah, I’m not here to tell them what to do, I can’t stop them. But I still hate it when authors delete their stuff.
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So, with so many new users on Tumblr, I thought I'd do a little crash course since I was getting a few of the same questions from different people.
So, the blue ring is the ask box. This is where you would send in requests, questions, or just anything you want to message me that isn't in my DM's or a private conversation.
On that note, if any of you do wish to strike up a conversation in my DM's, feel free to, I like talking about stories and I have an interest in people, especially all of you wonderful people on Tumblr.
The submit box in the red ring isn't used for much. This is only if you'd made me fanart or something of the like. Even then, Tumblr is weird so most users don't typically like the submission box, primarily because if you leave a comment or question in there and I publish it, it will put my username first, so it looks like I'm talking to myself.
It also puts my name first over any art that anyone sends in and I don't like that because I believe in giving the right people credit. Like, it will still say it's a submission post (but in tiny writing so most people miss that the art or comment was from someone else.)
Besides, fanart can also be sent in through the ask box, so while you can use the submissions tab to talk to me, I'd prefer the ask box.
The black ring is my Masterlist. This will only show up on computers or on an internet browser. It will not show up in the Tumblr app.
With that said, the Masterlist is a collection of all the fanfiction and reader inserts I've written over the past five years. It's sorted by fandom so you can easily find what you're looking for (it's also in massive need of an update. Hazbin Hotel isn't on there yet, I will get to that eventually.)
Finally, in that lovely olive green ring is the Fandoms tab. Again, this will only show up on an internet browser and not the Tumblr app.
The Fandoms tab has a list of fandoms I will and won't write for. If you don't see your fandom on there, ask me about it and I'll add it to either list so that future readers will always know whether I'll write for their fandom.
Example: Hey Sophie, will you write for Ted Lasso, I didn't see it on your fandoms list?
Me: Fuck yeah, I love Ted Lasso, I'll add that to the list of fandoms I write for.
or
Hey Sophie, do you write for Star Wars?
Me: Sorry no, I've tried to get into it but it's not for me, but I'll add it to the list of fandoms I won't write for so that other people know.
I hope this crash course helps.
We love new users here and we don't gatekeep.
Also, for those interested who don't want to go directly to my page, here is a link for the Masterlist: https://writeyouin.tumblr.com/masterlist
And one for the Fandoms page: https://writeyouin.tumblr.com/Fandoms
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Sketch dump extravaganza!
So, the end is near. The end of the owl house that is. I’m excited, and nervous, and happy and sad, and all sorts of other feelings all at once. This show really meant a lot to me, and this is the first time I’ve ever been THIS involved in making stuff for a fandom. It really helped me grow in both my art and my writing, so as a sort of sent off, I put together this! It’s a look back on my Owl house journey in the form of sketches I never posted, process pics, and unfinished works, along with some creator commentary!
Starting it off with a ton of Hunter! Hes been my most drawn victim subject, and one of my top faves. Above is a number of sketches I never finished and a few alternate goof arounds. Sometimes when I feel stuck trying to capture an expression I draw the most basic version of what I wanna get across, both for my amusement and to get out of the funk.
More to see below the cut.
This next one was started during the hiatus after Yesterdays Lie and never finished. It proved a bit too challenging at the time.
That background was waaay above my skill level at the time, so this is as far as I got. You’ll notice, Willow is the only fully drawn character. I just really liked how she was coming out.
I already wanted Hunter to be part of the friend gang before he’d even met Willow and Gus, and I wanted them all to have a fun human realm adventure hiking and having a picnic. Here are some sketch highlights.
Hunter found a good walking stick, and then Flapjack found one too. Ghost in a cat backpack, Gus with a dandelion.
Next up is an early imagining of what Belos’s final form might look like.
With a scared Hunter for scale.
It was also related to my long running fanfic (good days bad days and all the days in between) written during that same hiatus along with a few other arts.
Hunter was not the only character I liked to make suffer. Here are a few Raine sketches related to that fic (on the right) and a few unfinished pieces from after we met Terra (On the left)
Next up, in a continuation of the Raine suffering. (And my terrible goofy looking thumbnail sketch on the upper left.)
Sketches from my happy then sad Raine and Eda fanart, featuring dead (or mostly dead) Raine.
Fun fact, both the content, and style used here were inspired by the short animated film Fuelled, in which a cat wife seeks revenge for the murder of her cat husband. (Ok, it was actually inspired by a Fuelled fan AMV set to Mitski’s Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear, but still, beautiful film, go check it out.)
For a change of pace, here’s something cute.
Big happy family with young bats, and baby Hunter. This was going to be for an unfinished fic I started in which the bats are already Raine’s adopted kids, and, unable to let baby Hunter suffer, Raine kidnaps him, and goes to Eda for help. Happy family shenanigans ensue.
Here’s a chunk of that fic. (and we’re back to suffering for both Raine and Hunter, so be warned)
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“Eda, I-I am so sorry to show up like this, but—” Raine swallowed hard, and looked over their shoulder into the distance. Fear in their eyes, like something was going to pop out of the woods and get them. “I did something...and I am in so much trouble and...and I didn’t know who else to turn to.”
The kids behind them looked up at her with a mix of fear and hope. One of the younger ones clung to Raine’s pant leg, looking especially weary.
“You owe me an explanation.” She said, stepping aside. “But it can wait. Get in here.”
“Thank you,” They said, sounding beyond relieved, and absolutely exhausted. The kids followed them inside, and Eda paused in the doorway, looked out into the night, unsure what she was expecting to see. Nothing was out there.
“Hey, Hooty.” Eda said quietly. The house demon sleepily gave a hoot of acknowledgment “Keep an eye out. Let me know if you see anything.”
With that she shut the door, and turned to face the...complicated situation she was suddenly faced with. Raine had set the youngest child down on her couch. There was a wad of bloody gauze secured to the kids ear.
“Do you have any healing supplies?” Raine asked, firmly focused on the injured ear. “Anything for pain?”
“Yeah.. uh, I’ll grab um.” she said, moving to fetch the kit. The whole situation was bizarre and confusing, but getting everyone taken care of had to be the first priority.
One of the kids followed her.
“Do you have any food?” The little pony-tailed kid asked. Truth be told, no, she didn’t. Not much anyway. She really needed to keep more around, especially now that she had— oh, she should mention that. It’s a good thing he was a pretty heavy sleeper.
“Kitchens that way” She said, pointing “Don’t burn the place down. Help yourself to what you find. What are you, five?”
“I’m ten” The kid said “Hunter is five. I’m not five, I’m not a baby.”
“Good for you.” She said, digging through the half depleted healer's kit. “Don’t touch the bottle with the apple on it.”
“Katya,” Raine called, worry in their voice “Where did you go? Come back here please.”
“Sorry!” said the kid whose name was apparently Katya. The kid ran back to the living room, and Eda followed. She handed over the kit.
“It’s not much,” She said. “I can see about whipping up a pain potion. I gotta look up the doses for a kid — how old is...”
“I told you, Hunter is five!” Katya said, exasperated.
“Katya, please.” Raine said, sounding more tired than frustrated. “Yes, he’s five.”
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Next up, an unfinished crossover between Owl House and Hades Town
Set to the song Doubt Comes In, with Raine as Orpheus and Eda as Eurydice. I never finished it because I didn’t like how it was turning out (and it was way to much work, lol.) But I still love the crossover. Some highlights below.
Next, sketches from things that did end up finished.
And a few alternate poses and expressions from finished stuff.
Here’s King, and an itty-bitty Eda.
And some post Kings Tide sketching.
Another happy family type sketch from waaay back
and lastly, me!
Its me as an owl house character, featuring a spider beast form, and non-binary cape!
So there you have it!
In it’s final secret title message to us, Owl House thanked us for watching, so I want to thank it back for all the entertainment and inspiration it gave me (And thanks to those who have followed, liked, reblogged and commented on my art and writing along the way.). I’m gonna miss it, and I wish it hadn’t been cut short, but I’m looking forward to its last episode.
Goodbye Owl House.
#THE OWL HOUSE#the owl house luz#toh hunter#toh eda#toh raine#TOH Lilith#TOH King#toh gus#toh willow
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A Taste of Home (Asgore TF/TG/MC)
(Original Date of Upload: January 22, 2024)
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As you can see this was meant to be a story to be released around Christmas but my brain combusted into flames around the time and so I had to put it off for multiple weeks. Still, here it is!
This was actually an idea I've had in mind for a long time. Or well, the concept of an FtM Asgore TF was one anyway. FtM is already pretty underrated but FtM involving more hairy and dadly characters seems to be even more underrated in the community. So, y'know, be the change you want in the world! Plus it means I can finally take a crack at doing anything related to Asgore in general...
Overall this was a pleasant story to write! I admittedly didn't have much of an idea on what to do while going into it at first, hence the post-TF was just me aimlessly writing until I could reach a satisfying conclusion in my head, but I'm still pleased with how it came out. Although I was not expecting a final word count of 5.3k but well, I guess I really got into things! Plus I get extremely anatomical with transformations these days anyway. Guess those classes I took in high school are paying off.
I wish I could use some better artwork in the thumbnail though. But I dislike using fanart for thumbnails so... pixel Asgore it is. I do quite like the artwork I used as a reference though...
Being alone on the night of Christmas Eve was not really in Jade’s plans for the night. Then again having your friends cancel at the last minute is the peak of unexpected occurrences. It also didn't help that she was alone at a bar, much less one that evidently didn't seem to have anyone else around.
“Mmm, this just looks sad…” Jade muttered to herself. She had spent the past few minutes just looking down at her phone, the woman only breaking her focus on the object to glance at the bartender nearby. But she would always go back to her phone and pretend she had something to focus on.
In truth all she was doing was staring at a group chat in her messaging application and eyeing the last few messages sent. A part of her was just hoping someone would backtrack or something. Just send a ‘hey, I was wrong and can actually head down to that nightclub!’ It was clear such a thing wouldn't happen though. Being alone on Christmas Eve was definitely the worst of feelings…
“Yer doin’ alright there, ma’am?”
“AH!” Jade shrieked, startled by the sudden acknowledgement of her existence. She proceeded to spend a few seconds trying to make sure her phone didn't tumble out of her hands, all while properly making eye contact with the person who spoke to her. That person being the bartender.
“O-ough, sorry! Didn’ mean t’ startle ya like that!” the bartender attempted to reassure.
Jade blinked a few times and regained her composure. “N-no, it's alright! Just… wasn't expecting someone to talk to me is all-”
“Mmm,” the bartender nodded. Jade never realized in her glances just how much older he seemed to be. Larger body, thick beard, bald scalp.
He then continued to speak. “First off, name’s Maurice. Second, I jus’ noticed you sittin’ here for the past ten ‘r so minutes. Reeeal long time to be alone.”
“Yeeeeah,” Jade began smiling awkwardly. “Originally came here to hang out with some friends. Avoid the rush by going out on Christmas Eve and all! They all uh, canceled pretty unexpectedly though. Just me now!” a nervous laugh escaped her throat. She had really hoped to not have to recount this story to anyone tonight.
Maurice seemed to pick up on the embarrassment however and proceeded to try and switch his tone of voice to sound more caring. “Ahh, huh- apologies for makin’ ya pour all that t’ me, eheh. I should be the one here pouring stuff out!”
Jade smiled, letting out a light laugh at Maurice’s joke. “It happens, I guess. Just a little bit annoying and all to have it happen, y'know?”
“Mmm, yep,” Maurice nodded, “But ey, at least ya got out? People ‘ere love t’ walk in the wint’r or somethin’.”
“Eh, personally I'd rather not have to go out in the freezing cold if I don't have to. Then again I probably will have to in a few minutes so I can get home…”
“Doesn’ have t’ be freezin’,” Maurice responded. “I have a nice Christmas menu lined up! Was hopin’ to test a few on some people tonight, but well… gettin’ some perspective on at least one ‘s fine.”
Jade raised a brow. “Christmas-themed drink menu, huh?”
Maurice had swiftly plunged a hand beneath the table and pulled out an ornately decorated, albeit small, menu card. “Yerp! Warm drinks n’ all! Might help those muscles of yours keep from frostbitin’ over!”
Jade playfully rolled her eyes at the frostbite statement. “Fine, fine. I'll take a lot at it, see if anything interests me.”
Maurice slid the menu over to her and Jade picked it up. It was a piece of paper with a fairly Christmassy design embedded within. Mistletoe outlining it, the top middle portion adorned with bells. In the background of the menu section itself was a Christmas tree. The menu itself seemed to just be titled ‘Maurice’s Festive Picks!’ though, subtitled with a statement saying you'll never feel lonely with one in your system.
“Quite on the nose for my problems, huh?” she muttered to herself.
Her eyes then finally lay onto the actual items on the menu. It was a fairly small selection of drinks, six to be exact, all with fairly interesting names to say the least. The Polar Express, Fireplace Frappé, Holiday Spirits, Sweet Snowy Success… Cookie ‘Nog?
“Hmph, this makes me wonder what even makes a place be considered a bar anymore,” Jade joked. “Not a lot of this seems alcoholic actually.”
“Eh, could put some in one for ya’ if you need,” Maurice offered.
“Dear God no, getting home drunk alone has never been an easy feat for me-” Jade responded, remembering a fairly embarrassing time she woke up with a hangover in the middle of a park. “All of these do sound rather nice though…”
“Any in particul’r catch yer eye? ”
“Hmm…” Jade started to stare at the ingredient listing and pricing. Everything did seem pretty good, although she was worried that the content of the Polar Express or Sweet Snowy Success didn't really fall under warm drinks. And the idea of a Fireplace Frappé came off as mildly oxymoronic.
After a few more seconds her eyes laid on the last item on the list. A Taste of Home, listed as a nice warm hot cocoa spiced with cinnamon and laced with butterscotch. On the surface it seemed like a bit of an overload of sugar overloaded, but she didn't mind too much. It sounded like it would taste rather good, and give her a kick of warmth while at it.
“A Taste of Home seems like a good choice!” Jade said, handing the menu back to Maurice before turning to go into her purse to pay.
The older man nodded. “Perfect! Bet with one of those you’ll be feelin’ warm n’ cuddly in no time!”
“Cuddly?” Jade inquired as she took out her wallet. Maurice just looked at her with a knowing smirk though.
What a strange, strange man he was…
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The door creaked open, a hand slipping through its opening to pat the wall a bit before touching the lightswitch and flicking it up. The entryway then fully opened with Jade properly stepping through it, twenty-five percent full pint glass in her hand.
“Surprised he agreed to letting me keep the glass…” she commented as she walked towards the island in her apartment’s kitchen and set it down.
As she took off her coat, Jade’s mind wandered a bit. She was still fixated on that strange bartender down at Oreum Sirius. The man got real cryptic when it came to her drink order, it was a bit disconcerting. At the very least the drink tasted good. Real good actually. It wasn't sugar-hopped as she was expecting it to be. Just some hot cocoa with extra flavor. Definitely did its job in giving her body some warmth on her way home.
With her coat hung up and her purse thrown somewhere on the coach, Jade headed back to the kitchen to pick up the glass before returning to the couch to take a seat. Laying into it she let out a relaxed sigh, smiling. A random thought crossed her mind that made her laugh a bit. “If that bartender were any older he'd probably make a good Santa look-alike…”
She then downed the last of her drink, savoring the beautiful taste it possessed. Although truthfully it felt like as the last bit of the beverage cascaded into her mouth there was a certain layer of nostalgia to it she couldn't pinpoint.
Glass now empty, she leaned forward and placed it onto the small table in front of the coach. For a few seconds she felt pretty fine… and then in one sudden wave her brain started to feel strange. Fuzzy.
“W-woah…”
A warmth began to course throughout her body. One that felt nice, welcoming. A feeling that steadily dispersed throughout her form. A feeling that also came with something a bit extra. And that something was beginning to form in her hands…
It started with what seemed to be a steady growth in size forming within Jade’s hands. Slowly each of her fingers were on their way to getting thicker and even a little longer. A bluntness was seemingly forming within the tip of each finger as well, her nails undergoing an opposite change as they instead were sharpening. Her hands themselves weren't unscathed from the size growth either as they were being stretched wider while a level of bulky meatiness was filling them up. This wasn't even a miniscule change either as after a while her hand went from its default size, to one-point-five times its size, to almost double it. Just swelling into a strong, firm level of thickness.
Size wasn't the only thing that was growing however as another layer of changes was seemingly being introduced alongside it. Budding out of his skin was soft white hairs. A few at first, but it was evident they were quick in spreading across both appendages. Sheets of white fuzz just absolutely overtaking each hand in the pursuit of coating the backs and sides. Furthermore her palms were in the process of bulging a little as a layer of soft yet firm padding was seemingly being added to them. This was a stark contrast to the slightly rougher texturing they were garnering. They had also seemingly been altering in pigmentation with a whiteness forming into them that was similar in tone to her growing pelage of fur.
The gaining of fur also wasn't stopping at her hands nor did it take long for it to move onto her wrists, now disappearing under the long sleeves of her sweater. But this hiddenness of her changes was only momentarily as the furry pelt layered onto her arms. Size was quick to accumulate within each limb as both her skeletal and muscular structures were being shifted, immense amounts of thickness yet again being applied to her form. This was rather prominent when it came to her muscles as they were developing drastically as if years of working out were being applied to her in mere moments.
The sleeves of Jade’s sweater would very quickly begin to attempt to contain her increasing mass, although it would seemingly appear to not be enough. Slowly they would move up her forearms as her arms in general were lengthening. The now thickening size of the region made her sleeve’s journal increasingly more taxing on the material as well. Something that grew more prominent as her muscle mass increased more and more, the region of her upper arm not unscathed thanks to her bulging biceps and densifying triceps. In the end it wouldn't be very long until the more flimsy material of her clothing started to split apart over her arms, white fuzz poking through various holes her muscles had tore open just by existing. After all, if her hands were twice the size that they were before then her arms would have to bulk up to compensate. Although it would be noticeable that through a few of the tears in her sweater it could be seen that sprinkles of almost golden fur had made their way across the back of arms. That sparse gold would only continue to form as fur made its way up each limb.
More splits in sweater fabric occurred as her deltoids got more developed, shoulders not in the process of broadening as a low pressure emerged in her collarbone. This soon prompted her body to begin to widen. Although it would seem that her upper limbs hadn't been the only portion of her body that had been changing all that time. At least judging by what had been appearing on her face, anyway.
The changes in this case seemed to be almost more gradual for Jade. Low amounts of golden fuzz lining their way across her jaw and above her upper lip. An equally as golden hue entering the tips of her hair as it seemed to have lengthened by a few quarters of an inch. There were a set of weirder changes however. A dull pressure building up at the top of her skull as a sharp and bony growth started to bulge on each side, even seemingly to already be beginning to extend some more to form what was only a small pair of horns on her head. Meanwhile a small amount of white fuzz was making its way onto the edges of her ears and seeming to prompt a slight growth in her lobes, one that looked almost a little floppy in appearance.
At this point though the woman had been left… unaware? That wouldn't be the right phrasing. Her brain was blocking out the feeling that anything was fully different. With the exception of occasional tinges that something was off she was just unable to comprehend that anything was fully changed about her body for very long.
That didn't stop her from raising up a hand and casually trying to move a bit of her hair out of her general eyesight however. An almost tangible glint of differing discolorations formed in both her irises as she did so. Meanwhile within her mouth she could still taste that drink from earlier, the mixture of cinnamon and butterscotch flavors that were in it seemingly oddly intense despite the fact she finished the beverage just minutes ago. Just a strong sensation of taste (and smell, weirdly) overwhelming two of her senses. And all of it was accompanied with this feeling of nostalgia that, at least for the time being, she hadn't fully connected mentally yet.
“Urgh, what's this… feeling I'm having…?” she asks herself, the rolling fog in her mind just leaving her confused. Even more when the sound of the second half of that statement hit her ears. Even in her haze she could just momentarily register the differences in the two halves of the question. As if her voice had moved a little deeper halfway through it. Jade just sits back and groans, voice continuing to sound deeper as she did so.
By this point the more overt changes in her physicality had been making their way to her torso. Waves of white fur spilled across her chest from their originally isolated positioning in her arms, the pelage now making its way to meet at the middle of her chest and back before it would eventually descend down the rest of her torso. And much like with what had happened in her arms the fur growth wasn’t the only change happening to her main body. As the fur had run across her chest, the fat within her breasts began to steadily melt away and cause them to undergo a process of shrinking in size. But it was already becoming evident that the size change wasn't a negative net amount as while her chest had shrunk her pectoral muscles grew and developed. Meaty slabs were pushing their way out of her chest, a firmness etching into the region as her upper body strength was improving.
The shift from fat to muscle almost gave the impression that her breasts were hardening into the pecs, although it wouldn't take long before it was getting proven that perfectly cut muscularity wasn't what she was getting granted. Especially with a significant amount of fatty tissue still remaining on her chest, melting and reshaping itself into a different form that evenly spread itself across her now thicker chest. Softness was still evident in the woman’s chest with the appearance now much flatter, flabbier. Something that was proven by the way her larger size was getting indented into her sweater. A rip had now slowly begun to form from the sweater’s neck, running down the middle of it as her increase in girth was getting more known. And as it got closer to her chest and closer to her cleavage, it started to show that a tuft of golden hairs had formed between her chunky pecs. And while it wasn't fully tangible, yellowish fuzz had been dusting its way across the front of her body as the white fur grew in prominence more.
That hadn't been the only thing happening to her torso either. Just as her chest was morphing, so was her abdominal region. A low gurgle entering her stomach as a feeling of bloating entered her. With some musculature had began to make its way into that region, abdominal muscles slowly ripping outwards for a time, it was already evident that the transformation to this region was going to be more than that as any tangible muscle was smoothed out and her abdomen started to expand forwards. It was instantly clear that fat was formulating within her belly, it moving forwards more and more as each second passed. The hem of her sweater was pushed upwards as the size of her stomach got larger, unveiling the white fluff that was rushing down her gut while golden fuzz trailed down her midline.
Jade’s abdomen would only continue to churn and swell for some time as her gain in weight was proving to be sizable. Especially if her larger arms had been any indicator, whatever she was becoming was meant to be substantial in its size. So it was only natural that the amount of fat she was attaining within her stomach was going to be equal to that. Her sweater’s hem moved well above her belly button and only inched further upwards as her size had increased. Bits of fur poked out from rips forming within the material as it continuously failed to fit her fatter body. And soon enough, after about a minute, it would just get forced upwards as her gut made one final push forward and slightly spilled over the waistline of her pants.
“O-oh gosh, that feels nice…” Jade stated in absolute bliss. Her voice seemed to continue to deepen, a more masculine and older tone being embedded into it with each word she spoke. Her neck had also widened a bit while the internal workings of her vocal cords had shifted. Such an intricate change had left her voice becoming more than just wisened, an accent almost beginning to creep into it as well.
With everything else about her changing, the transformation to her face had progressed even more. The golden fuzz that lined her jaw was becoming a little more plentiful and thicker, as was the bit edging the ends of her mouth, with what could only be a beard now forming on her face. Bits of gold continued to run up her hair as well as a significant portion of the hair on the back of her head was extending while almost thickening in its density and seemingly becoming almost fluffy in its appearance and feel. Meanwhile atop her head a divide formed in the middle of her hair and started causing a significant amount of strands to cascade down her forehead in a direction opposite to the split. All the while the newly formed horns on her head continued to grow in an upwards slant. She could also feel her now much fluffier ears folding and drooping as their size seemed to lengthen over the course of the changes, both already seemingly halfway down the ends of her head and still extending.
Perhaps the weirdest change that was happening now was what was happening to her face. The lower half seemingly began to push out a little as white fuzz was poking out evenly and symmetrically around it. Almost like the beginnings of some kind of muzzle, especially judging by the pressure she could feel from the beginnings of her skull restructuring.
Despite it all though, Jade looked to be oddly content. She just looked down at her belly and gave it a nice pat, chuckling as she seemed to enjoy the nice warm feel of the fat she had gotten. Her mind was registering it all as being a part of her. Like she'd been like this for a long time… a very long time actually. Concepts of her body and age were now distorting in her mind as she thought about everything more and more. It didn't help that she couldn't get the taste of that drink out of her mouth, the nostalgia of it feeling just as overwhelming as everything else. Mental connections had still remained dashed however, her memories seemingly still in the process of adjusting and reformatting for this severely different identity she had been getting.
Still, she leans forward a bit as she tries to readjust herself on the couch. Her mind was still flip flopping between just how used to the weight she had really been, but it was evident the seat she had taken hadn't caught the memo yet. “Urgh, I swear everything felt… fitting earlier,” she muttered in mild discontent, feeling her clothing continue to tear as she moved around. It also didn't help that she felt like her own innards were practically being rearranged beneath all that fat…
Of course, among the clothing that was in the process of losing its ability to fit her, was her pants. A pair of standard blue jeans that were only equipped to handle her average size. But considering the button had already snapped off thanks to the pressure of the weight of her now much fatter gut on it, and now the increasing pressure across her legs as the changes reached the lower half of her body, it wouldn’t be long until her pants would be split apart.
With much of the fat having accumulated around her belly it was clear that adjacent regions would accumulate substantial sizes as well. This was most evident around her thighs, muscle mass growing in her hamstrings and quads before fat quickly spread across them. This had caused the diameter of her legs to practically double in size, the sheer amount of mass each limb was getting forcing them to press up against the denim of her pants. The seams that held the edges together were quickly becoming undone as tufts of white fur (with gold sprinkled in) poked out from the tears. All the while a tinge of pressure pulled at the base of her spine, a feeling that was quickly followed by a bulge in the seat of her pants. This bulge was caused by a new growth: a small nub of a tail that was quickly growing amounts of fluff across it.
At the exact same time as the upper half of her legs, the lower half of them were being affected as well. Splits in her jeans forming more and more as her calves ballooned back with muscle and fat as well. All the while fur had covered them, a sea of white with gold speckling itself at random. The bottoms of each pant leg had also seemingly begun to rise up her legs as the bones lengthened, Jade’s height altering throughout her form to fit the shape and proportions of her drastically different form. Taller, larger, thicker, wider, everything about her physicality and size had been significantly overwritten.
Soon enough all that would remain of her lower half were her feet, and even then those didn't remain unchanged for much longer. The toecaps of her shoes already began to bulge a little with five bumps indenting into the material of each sboe. These bumps then proceeded to move and merged. Five became four, and those four quickly became three, and as the bumps merged they only seemed to get larger in size during the process. The source of all of this had obviously been her shifting toes, now changed to three chunky toes that had quickly been overtaken with fur. Her toenails had also begun to poke at the material of her shoes as well as they were in the process of sharpening, now protruding from each toe in a claw-like manner. The lining holding the top of her shoe together with its sole steadily began to split as the bottoms of her feet swelled with rough paw pads. All the while the rest of her footwear was put to its limit by the increasing length, width, and just overall size of her feet. And their limit was truly tested as her feet continued to grow and grow to meet with the proportions of the remainder of her body. More and more of her shoes got rended such as the backs snapping off against the pressure of her heels, or the top portion getting split in half with the strings tearing apart against the new width. Then, after a few seconds longer, her shoes exploded at the front with the rest of them blasting apart shortly after. Her feet had finished changing and were now practically doubled in size, covered in white fur (with bits of gold sprinkled on the top), and would probably now be more accurately described as paws.
“Golly, I never did well with footwear!” she had exclaimed at the mere sound of her shoes being burst. The sound of her voice was seemingly settling at this point as well: clearly more suited for an older male with a tone that sounded so warm and inviting. This had been coupled with the settling of an accent, seemingly tinted with a Southern feel now that fit with the vernacular she had adopted. By this point it had all been because her neck had finished widening, fur having quickly consumed it.
Her own mental state was also still continuously changing. The constant wave of acceptance that this was her body, that it feels like this has always been her body, it was oddly appealing. So much so that by the time her brain tingled and the feeling of something more elaborate began to occur, she had no real resistance to it. That's when a new identity started to take hold in her, shifting everything about her perspective about herself. Name, gender, his very life.
It was now that the remainder of his facial changes had solidified. The golden hairs of his beard continue to grow out causing it to become much thicker and longer to the point it hangs off his face and covers his neck a bit. All the while his beard looked to maintain a well-kempt appearance during its growth. Golden fuzz continued to trail up the sides of his head as well, connecting with forming sideburns that had become visible by this point. This wasn't the only portion of hair on his face that was getting a brighter color either as his eyebrows garnered the same gold, all while becoming thicker in size.
The rest of his hair had also gained that same gold coloration as it had finished rising up the follicles and brightened the roots. Much of his hair easily cascaded down the back of his head, significantly dense and fluffy with length that flowed down to his shoulders. It wasn't fully straight either, his hair having adopted a look that could best be described as a gracefully disheveled mane, an appearance to showcase just how fluffy it had become. The hair at the apex of his head hadn't been left unchanged either as a pair of bangs now hung down his forehead at opposing sides, their own appearance straighter in comparison to the rest of his hair.
The rest of the changes to his head were coming to a close by this time. The horns had extended to a sizable length, seeming to curve backwards a bit now while getting a defined point to the ends of them. His now floppier ears had finished dropping downwards, their own length reaching his shoulders as well while their appearance had garnered a roundness towards the ends of them. But perhaps the most drastic change came to his face itself as it had continued pushing out, skull structure continuing to shift into becoming something a little more animalistic. It had grown larger to fit his new size and became wider as well, and as it pushed out his jawline seemed to shift beneath his beard to become a little more chiseled.
As his muzzle had continued to form his nose had shifted into his face a bit, nostrils turning upwards until they could be visible on the muzzle’s tip while the bridge of his nose was widened in the process. All while a certain roundness was given the muzzle’s frontward appearance. A solid mix of human and animal features. The last change in his muzzle came with his mouth, his upper lip more specifically, as two portions towards the end that would align with his upper canines seemed to sharpen downwards by a little bit.
The changes in the irises of his eyes had settled as well, the right one gaining a light blue color while the left one became orange. At the same time his new identity seemed to lay itself clearly and easily within his mind, the name Asgore Dreemurr practically fading into prominence. Such a drastic change in mental status had practically been overwritten, replacing his old self with little spectacularity. Not just in regards to identity, but personality, memories, connections as well.
Such shifts in mentality had easily allowed a menagerie of changes to flow into reality itself. Changes flowing within his home as a simple apartment was overhauled into something much different, more accommodating for the person he had become. This had also meant that his clothing wouldn't be left in disrepair for much longer as it too was swept up in the changes.
The rips and tears that had formed across his sweater restitched themselves. One of the exceptions to this was the tear that had run down the middle of it, which would instead continue forming downwards as the signs of being torn were cleared away in order to make it a shirt split. As this happened buttons and eyelets formed alongside the split while the overall size of the article of clothing started to enlarge to better fit his form. This would allow the two halves of the shirt to reach over his belly and fasten itself shut, which it would continually do so until stopping roughly halfway up his chest. Meanwhile the neck of the shirt was extending, blooming upwards a bit before folding down and making it a proper shirt collar.
All while this happened the color of his shirt was shifting to a gentle pink while the actual material was getting thinner, becoming less akin to what would make a sweater and leaning more towards the composition of a standard shirt. Blotches of white faded into the material as well, quick to gain a consistent shape of what seemed to be four-petalled flowers. The final adjustment came to the sleeves, routinely unthreading themselves until the length of them only went a little above his elbows. And in regards to the remainder of his clothing it had been a more simple job as his jeans seemed to just repair themselves while also enlarging to fit his thicker leg size. A small hole also formed in the back of them below the belt loop, allowing his tail to properly poke through with ease. The only piece of clothing that wouldn't be shifted in the transition was his footwear which would instead just dematerialize as the reality around him was changed.
The alterations in the surrounding reality were a lot more drastic. What had once been a simple apartment was expanding with rooms separating from each other and the overall layout being shuffled and changed. The room Asgore had been in was divided from the kitchen and entrance, the room itself being retooled into a fairly standard living room. The remainder of the now former-apartment would also end up getting renovated into full-on housing as well; warm, well-furnished, and much more familiar to the fully transformed goat monster.
Not like he would notice though. Asgore blinked his eyes a few times and looked around, the haze in his brain steadily dissipating as he was now coming too. “Uhh, mmm, what was I… doing…?”
He rubbed the side of his head in thought, attempting to recall what exactly had happened in the past few hours. There were glimpses of someplace else, someone else, but they were practically less than a second long and he could barely piece them together. Although as he looked around the room he did end up laying eyes on an empty cup that was on the table in front of him. The strange smell of cinnamon and butterscotch was still emanating from it. Nostalgia was hitting him (again?) from that, his cheeks flushing beneath the fur from that.
“A-ah! I had drunk that, hadn't I?” Asgore had seemed to ask himself with genuine levels of questioning. He hadn't remembered anything about doing that, nor does he really recall how he even got it in the first place. He can recall the taste though, almost like one of Tori’s pies… albeit an imperfect imitation, but a good one nonetheless.
With a nervous smile Asgore comes to some level of resolve. “Must've been a bit strong, huh…?”
With at least a viable theory in mind he let out a deep sigh and sunk into the couch a little, gently rubbing his belly as he did. He had a feeling that he wasn't really going to get a full answer as to what happened, but it didn't seem like anything all that bad had happened. Truthfully he felt a bit content at all of this, whatever this was. So he presumed that was some kind of positive at the very least!
With those thoughts in his mind he would continue to rub his tummy, leaning back in his seat and smiling. A wave of tiredness had entered him at this point and he wasn't going to give it an ounce of resistance…
#character tf#tf#transformation#furry tf#ftm tf tg#tf tg#age progression#bara tf#male transformation#weight gain tf#species tf
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Blog Update - 04/02/2024
TL;DR - Google Form for rip requests and other anonymous comments is open. Link to it can be found on the blog's Pinned Post, which has been overhauled. Tagging system on daily posts has been vastly expanded with individual tags per ripper and more. "Media Player" has been scrapped - rips using tentative names are being edited per their official releases.
Hey everyone! Been a hot minute since I did one of these. I've wanted to make a post talking about the tinkering I've done with the blog for a while, but figured it'd be best to wait until all of it had been done. Well, now's that day - conveniently right as Season 8 of SiIvaGunner is rolling out, fresh out of the oven with Puyo Puyo day.
Let's start with the most recent, but most important change - I've opened a Google Form for requesting rips to be covered on the blog. Tumblr's default Ask box is mighty convenient for me, but over the months I've noticed several users troubled by having to start Tumblr accounts just to submit to the blog, even anonymously! You can of course still use the Ask box if you're a Tumblr user already, but now even non-Tumblr users should be able to request to the blog - or just leave anonymous comments! - completely hassle-free.
Next, to help promote this new request system and to accommodate for all the other changes made to the blog recently, The Pinned post of the blog has been given a pretty significant overhaul, alongside adding the current Eighth season to its per-season filtering buttons. I've done my best to also reword the main body of the post to more properly convey the blog's goals, and to help readers new and old navigate it easier. For instance, I've added descriptors of some of the tags that I use for the blog's contents, as well as links to said tags and their Archive views. Take a look around yourself if you wish!
I've been doing a lot more than than just explain the tags, however - you'll notice that the tags #high quality art and #epic flintstones have been added! To help make this blog the ultimate hub for SiIvaGunner activity on Tumblr, I'll be reposting fanart/official art and just various funny posts under these tags to feature on the blog! If you're only here for the daily posts, you're of course still able to use the prior mentioned navigation buttons on the pinned posts to only see posts tagged as #todays siivagunner. But what if you want to get more specific than even that?
Well, alongside retroactively tagging all fanart and shitpost reblogs with the two aforementioned tags, I've added a few more categorizing tags to all 490+ of the Daily SiIvaGunner posts - most notably, the names of every person credited per rip. This both makes it easier for myself to check how many times a ripper has been featured on the blog prior, and should help you find out more about your favorite rippers on your own! There's also some other miscellaneous tags added, such as tags denoting if a rip has visuals, if a post is covering multiple rips at once, if a rip is a Fusion Collab, and so on - I'll have a post properly denoting all of these tags up sometime in the future.
Finally, back in July of last year I described my thought process for how to handle rips that, due to lacking album releases, lack proper official names per the time of writing - alongside spitballing an idea for a post-navigation "media player". First off, I can say now after six months that I'm not moving forward with the media player concept, as fun of an idea as it was - I don't believe it offered much benefit over what can be done through just using the pinned post's links to begin with. Second off, though, a lot of the rips I've covered with tentative names, primarily rips from Season 7, have gotten official album releases, and thus been retroactively edited to feature their new official names. You can see an example of how this looks with Persona 64, which was previously titled I'll Face Gay Bowser. All mentions of a rip with its tentative name as featured across other posts will also be edited to feature their official release name.
Whew! What a big update! I've been having the time of my life with this blog in the months since the last Update, and the lack of updates here have certainly not been due to a lack of confidence in the blog - I've simply had too many ideas on what to do for them to be properly distilled to just one post! Hopefully this conveys everything I've been doing in the background of it all. If you have any feedback or other changes you'd like to see happen on the blog, please let me know!
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Heyyy it's about the art questions
I would like to know your answer in 18 (the purpose) and 22 (artspiration).
I would also ask 3 but I'd completely understand if you prefer not to answer
The rest are already answered
Hope you have a great month. ;D
Hey there! Thanks for the questions!
⭐️3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand
→ It was a real trip down memory lane to look back on some of these, but here's a sample of some old things from 2021-early 2022!
(Prior to posting on social media in Aug 2022)
Back then, I didn't have any real incentive to improve my art outside of drawing quick sketches like the pictures above.
I had issues being cleanly (due to lack of motivation), committing to learning character details, and more LOL.
→Fun fact, I drew on a very tiny 11 inch screen 4GB RAM laptop with horrible color calibration for about 3 years until finally getting something better in early 2022 too LOL.
It might be noticeable in some of the above pictures with the color choices being a little too light or too saturated, LOL.
→As also seen at the bottom of this post, It might come as a surprise that I also draw fanart for my favorite assorted fandoms outside of megaten too, LOL. I just never post it in public since they're meant as warm-up doodles!
To be honest, 2020 thru late 2022 was a very low point in my life. I had given up on all creative endeavors at the time due to: My career, being diagnosed with a bodily issue of which the effects I still deal with even today, and other personal issues.
It truly wasn't until late 2022 (when I started posting online) that I truly felt confident picking up my tablet pen again and view art in a more positive light…!
NGL I had written out my entire life story here but ended up deleting it--it would have made this post terribly long regardless LOL💦
Perhaps it'll be a story for another time, though!!🙏 And it absolutely has to do with why the Samurai husbands mean lot to me!
⭐️18. What is your purpose for drawing?
→ That's a good question! For me, (especially due to my visual agnosia) it'd have to be the ability to draw whatever comes to mind with skill and precision. To not hold back and draw whatever comes into your mind's eye without fear or hesitation from others (or your own critical inner voice)…
And to be able to properly convey the meaningful themes of your work as clearly as they come into your mind...
That, to me, is true freedom.
➡️As for BL content: Despite not posting much of it in public (yet), my purpose in drawing BL (or OTP content in general) is to transmit feelings of love + warmth in my art!
To depict tenderness, warmth, and love with affectionate, natural-looking body language to make it as believable + realistic as possible...That's always been my goal!
→The world is a scary place out there. Though, if my OTP content can make someone feel a slight glimmer of peace, tranquility, or even hope to keep moving forward...then I'll be incredibly happy!🙏💕
It's always my intention to convey nothing but sweet wholesome vibes and warmth with my pictures, and I truly hope that feeling comes across too.
➡️I'll be super candid and say I actually really enjoy angst and raunchy content as much as everyone else!
But drawing wholesome + sweet characters in love just comes much sooo much easier and naturally as breathing to me, LOL.
Just because I don't post angst or raunchy things, doesn't mean I dislike it! ☝️
⭐️22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”
→ I tend to gravitate towards professional artists with thick painting (厚塗り) coloring styles, dynamic illustrations, and artists that have a strong grasp of anatomy, character design and storytelling!
It's hard to pick just one, so here's a brief selection of ones that come up at the top of my head right now!
Thanks again for the questions! Have a wonderful January and rest of your 2024 as well!✨🌟
#askbox#walterjonathan#ワルヨナ#rare SMT1 waruo/yoshio content too LOL#trust me when I say that's only a mere fraction of what's locked away in the Vaults (tm) of old art#I will always be an old man who is always long winded and has a LOT to say about everything ever LOOOL#but I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this nonetheless! I hope everyone also has a great 2024!
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Shyan Shipping Society - Reverse Bang 2023
hey y'all!
our first ever reverse bang is finally over! i'm personally blown away by all of the amazing works of art and accompanying fics created for this event! i can't wait to bring the art to you, so i won't! without any further ado, here's the masterlist!
CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION HERE
(please note: some of the incredible art is hosted on our server only. to check it out, join us here! (note 2: our server is 18+))
The Masquerade by FireflyAndTheStoryJar | SFW
In which Shane and Ryan become the newest victims to a ghost matchmaker's antics!
fic by idkspookystuff
the masquerade by idkspookystuff | E, 1K, complete
A Ghost Files shoot, a haunted ballroom, a supernatural matchmaker, and Shane and Ryan. What could go wrong?
Ghoul Bois, Interrupted by verilyvexed | SFW
Fanart comic.
fic by icantturnthisthingoff | fic by tasty_littl_snack
we just got cockblocked by the ghosts by icantturnthisthingoff | T, 2K, complete
Turns out ghosts don't appreciate it when your sexual tension comes to a head in their death place.
Interrupt by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete
Ryan sets the spirit box and the REM-Pod next to the knife.
And they wait for something to happen.
“It’s also said that you can call the ghost by making out with your lover.” Ryan says, deliberately not looking at Shane while saying this.
Untitled by écrivanfantôme | SFW (Discord exclusive)
Bloody Shane, clothed but covered in blood that is not his
fic by abirdonalilactree | fic by mccxxvi
The Goose of Doom by abirdonalilactree | T, 4K, complete
About Shane being covered in all sorts of substances throughout the story.
Steven disappears and Ryan tries to uncover a secret.
CW: Food, murder, death mention, blood.
from the 847 to the 213 by mccxxvi | E, 6K, complete
... and he is willing to do whatever it takes to give first love a second chance.
Untitled by darklonelyknight | SFW
A Watcher adventure comic!
fic by quackers
The Adventures of Ryan and Shane: The Treasure of Forrest Fenn by quackers | M, 8K, complete
After one too many misadventures with Ryan Bergara, Shane wants nothing to do with the tomb raider. Sorry, the artifact hunter. But Bergara has something in his possession that could lead to untold fame, fortune, and his name in the history books.
Or their deaths.
Untitled by mccxxvi | NSFW (Discord exclusive)
One certain insta post from 2019 with Shane's head between Ryan's legs
fic by ÉcrivainFantôme | fic by FireflyAndTheStoryJar
The Boys of Summer by ÉcrivainFantôme | E, 17K, on-going
You never forget your first love.
In 1997, a ten-year-old Shane meets a seven-year-old Ryan.
In 2006, Shane falls in love with Ryan.
in 2008, Ryan does something about it.
devils on the west coast by FireflyAndTheStoryJar | E, 2K, complete
“Vacation, huh?” Ryan started, considering it (considering him). Shane raised his brows, waggling them to get a snicker out of his partner. “...Ah, fine, whatever. I’m telling you now though, I’m going to enjoy myself, and I’m not promising anything.”
“Hm… guess I’ll have to find you ways that’re more fun than knockin’ some poor bastard out.”
Aka:
The Lim did owe them a vacation.
Untitled by jupitersapiens | SFW
Religious piece with angel Ryan and human Shane
fic by Impala_Chick
When Your Feet Don't Touch the Ground by Impala_Chick | T, 3K, complete
Shane tends a lighthouse by himself, and it's lonely until Ryan shows up. After Ryan helps Shane rescue a lost sailor during a storm, Ryan reveals a secret that will change Shane's life.
Untitled by noviosfantasmas | SFW
Shyan dancing like IWTV
fic by PlatinumPussycat208 | fic by ouijaboy | fic by denimwrapped
Ten Years With You (& Here's to Many More) by PlatinumPussycat208 | G, 1K, complete
The two men stepped out into the sunshine. The crowd cheered and the music crescendoed. Confetti flowers fluttered on the breeze around them, spirals of colour dancing in the air.
“Welcome all!” Ryan’s voice boomed through the crowd. “To the grand banquet celebrating our tenth year of marriage!” He leaned his head on Shane’s shoulder, grinning up at his husband. Shane looked down at his King, his face flushed with warmth and love.
“And to the unification of the kingdoms and anniversary of peace!” Shane announced. The courtyard was flooded with cheers and applause.
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Kings Ryan and Shane celebrate their wedding anniversary
Proven by ouijaboy | T, 2K, complete
There’s a strange man wandering the corridors of Shane’s castle, which sounds like a really convoluted euphemism at first, but is in fact Just The Truth.
(Or, Shyan from different kingdoms meet in court.)
Throne Woes by denimwrapped | T, 1K, complete
Ryan slips in through one of the backdoors, holding his key close. He's been coming to the throne room more often as of late, but it's still strange to see it so empty. The hall, usually filled with guards and tourists and citizens with complaints, now a great hollow monument to days long by. Only the portraits of past monarchs, all but one of them now dead, are still there to see him enter.
Untitled by god-has-left-chat | SFW
Ryan and Shane as WWII soldiers
fic by idkspookystuff
just one yesterday by idkspookystuff | T, 5K, complete
“So what you’re telling me,” Steven says that morning over breakfast, his sweatpants slung low on his hips and his hair a mess. “Is that you had a dream where you promised a gay World War II veteran you’d find his lost love, and now you need me to go to the library to track him down. A figment of your imagination from a grainy polaroid.”
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ryan finds a grainy polaroid of two world war ii soldiers that look suspiciously like him and his history ta, shane. he makes it his mission to tell their story.
and that's it! thank you so much to all of our artists and their authors for your hard work, and for bringing us these amazing creations! and a specific and personal thank you to my fellow mods for their help with this event. follow us if you wanna be the first to know when our next event is taking place, and consider joining us on discord! until next time! <3
~ the mods
#shyan shipping society reverse bang#mod ve#shyan shipping society#shyan#skeptic believer#watcher after dark#buzzfeed after dark#buzzfeed unclean
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