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allykakamatsu · 7 months

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The Demon Siblings, Chapter 1.

Rating: T

Original Characters

Chapter 1 Trigger Warnings: Parental Abuse, not shown but implied.

Story as a whole loosely based on @yusuke-of-valla Demon Fam Au.

One night, Yuna went with her Mother Ivy for a business deal, and for better or worse, that night changed her life forever.

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A Contract Gone Wrong

10 years ago, Yuna:

“Alright, we’re here!,” Mom announces making me wake up from my nap as she parks the car outside of a somewhat old looking church, “Yuna sweetie it’s time to get out!”

“Ah, coming mom!” I agree trying my best to wake myself up and stay awake, easier said than done given that it’s well past my bedtime.

“Okay, let’s get a move on, don’t want to keep my client waiting.” Mom states as she takes my hand and we walk inside the church. Apparently someone wants to commission Mom for a painting but they wanted to meet up here for some reason, and because it’s late and Mom couldn’t get a babysitter because everyone’s afraid to go outside with the Demon barrier being weaker so she’s taking me along.

Still, I have my sketchbook at least and once we’re inside the church it does look very nice so I can hopefully just draw while I wait for Mom to talk to her client. But….

“Mom, are we here early?” I ask a bit confused because I can’t see anyone else in here.

Mom smiles before answering. “Don’t worry about it sweetie, they just said they’d meet me outside, you just wait in here so no demons will try to get you, okay?”

“Okay but…. Are you sure this is a good idea being here this late?” I’m sure this is just nothing, but…. Something is giving me a very bad feeling about this.

Mom smile turns somewhat aggressive as she replies. “Normally no, but this is life changing money this client is promising, it will me fine, so just stay in here and don’t cause a scene, got it?”

“Got it.” I agree making Mom nod approvingly as she goes back outside, but I can’t shake my nerves so I go and sit by the door so I can hear if something goes wrong.

“-so once you sign here and here, we have a deal.” A male voice that I don’t recognise says outside the door, and I’m assuming it’s Mom’s client.

“Ah perfect, but can I give it one more read over first?” Mom asks and I guess the man agrees cause I barely hear the crinkling of paper being passed over, and after a minute of silence I hear the sound of pen hitting paper.

“The contract is now sealed,” the man states as (I think) Mom hands the paper back, “now then- wait, that’s not your name written there.”

“Contract never said it had to be my soul that I gave up.” Mom replies sounding smug- wait soul?!Is… is Mom bargaining with a demon?!

“What-?! Oh the hells it doesn’t, damn it your majesty I though I told you to take this to Seth first to make sure there’s no loopholes,” the demon replies with exasperation, “fine, I guess a deal is still a deal, but you do know the soul has to be nearby for me to take it right?”

“Oh I know, and she’s just inside there.” Mom answers-!! Inside…. I’m the only one in here…. Is she…. No, no way…. She wouldn’t, would she?

Creaking the door open a bit to not draw any attention, I see Mom with her back to the door looking at her nails like this is boring, along with the still exasperated Demon who’s a guy with black hair, blue eyes with slitted pupils, along with cat ears, claws and double tails (a Japanese Nekomata I think if I remember from my Demon studies correctly) and wearing a fancy suit. He also looks me in the eye after a moment but instead of any anger or ‘I am going to eat you’ he just looks at me with pity.

After that the Nekomata glares at Mom like he’s trying to burn her with an eye blast. “Oh you are a monster, fine then, if this is the type of parent you are then the kid will probably be better off in the Hells anyway.” With that the demon snaps his fingers-!!

“Fire!! Fire!!,” I yelp as I’m surrounded by flames which gets Mom’s attention, “Mom help me!! Please!”

“Now Yuna, you remember that you promised you’d do anything to make me happy,” Mom tells me with a smirk on her face, “well this will make me a lot happier, so just be nice for the demons, okay?”

“H H Huh…?,” I stammer not knowing what to say as Mom walks away, “w wait, Mom-!! AGH!!!!!”

Fire fire oh god!! It’s not hurting at least but why am I surrounded by it?! Thankfully it goes away after a minute…. But I suddenly have much bigger problems because now I’m in some kind of throne made of obsidian and gold?!

What…. What’s happening….?!” I manage to ask while struggling to breathe, I don’t know if it’s because of the stress, the air, both or something else but what is going on, and if this is a dream I want to wake up!

“Child, I know this is stressful but calm down.” the Nekomata demon tells me as he rubs my back a little, and while it helps me breathe it doesn’t help my stress.

“A Are you going to eat me….?,” I ask while pinching myself and hoping this a dream but unfortunately not, “all my t teachers day demons eat people….”

“Okay first of all that’s only the flesh demons, 95% of us don’t do that,” he assures me, “and secondly, my boss who your ‘mother’ was supposed to give her soul to but gave yours instead, she’s a big softie for kids so you’ll be alright, I promise.”

“O Okay…. But…..,” I struggle to get out as now I’m starting to cry, “why… why would Mom do this…? I I was good, I I did everything right and w when I messed up I fixed it…! W Why would Mom s send me away…!”

“Because some humans are worse than any demon down here,” the demon tells me while handing me a napkin to dry my eyes with, “some people are so selfish and power hungry they’ll hurt anyone, even innocents to do it. This isn’t your fault child, alright?”

“I I guess…” I… I’m still not entirely convinced. I have to of done something wrong for Mom to do this, when she gets mad it’s always my fault. But before I can think of anything I get distracted by two pillars of fire appearing in the room and a pair of people coming out of each.

The first one has a demon woman with blonde hair, red eyes, pirate clothes and has a golden tail and matching scales on her face, and she’s accompanied by a boy slightly older than me with somewhat dark skin and neat brown hair and eyes.

The second one meanwhile has a demon man with dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, fangs, red face markings, horns and a Japanese style outfit so I’m assuming he’s an Oni, and he’s with a girl also a bit older than me with braided pale brown hair and maroon eyes.

“Ah- what?!,” the boy yelps as the two demons look confused, “w what’s going on here?! Where am I?!”

“I’m assuming the Burning Hells,” the girl replies looking freaked out but probably the calmest out of the three of us, “which isn’t good but honestly I’m surprised my Father didn’t do this sooner.”

“Okay, we’ll unpack that later,” the Oni states as he pulls over the pirate and the Nekomata, “why the hell are there kids here, the ones we were negotiating with were adults.”

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” the Nekomata explains while pulling out a piece of paper and the two kids go over to me nervously, “but the boss forgot to send the contract for loophole checking so the one who I was sent to signed her daughters soul away instead, that shy blue haired girl over there.”

“!! H Hi….” I stammer still feeling very nervous about all of this.

“Wait, they can do that?,” The pirate asks as they pull out a piece of paper and read it, “oh fuck you’re right.”

“Glad to know incompetent law makers aren’t just an earth thing.” The girl quips shocking me and the boy and the three demons laugh.

“How are you so calm about this miss, our parents sold us to hell!” The boy yelps panicked.

“It’s Ayra, Ayra George, so don’t bother with the miss thing please. And my father never gave a damn about me, and he’s power hungry as hell,” the girl replies, “so I always kinda figured it would either be I get out of the house or he’d sell me off, either to a devil or an orphanage.”

“Um…. Since we’re introducing ourselves, I I’m Yuna….,” I awkwardly introduce because I should probably at least be on good terms with the kids I’m in this mess with, “a and I’m in the opposite boat, I was always being the best I could be, and I I thought my Mom cared about me but…. I want to say I guess she didn’t but I can’t shake the feeling I did something wrong….”

“Hey, what did we say about this, don’t blame yourself child, okay?” The Nekomata reminds me and I nod even if I’m still not entirely convinced.

“The cat guy is right,” the boy agrees, “and I might as well introduce myself as well. I’m Henry Oliver, and I…. Well, I noticed my Dad was becoming more distant lately but…. I didn’t think it was because of this, so I guess I’m in the middle of the ‘saw this coming’ spectrum? I’m sorry I just have no idea what to do right now.”

“Don’t worry kid, I think we’re all confused right now, but we’ll work something out” the Dragon assures him with a toothy grin and I see she has very sharp teeth, “oh, I’m Ryoko by the way! And those two are Akio and Mahiro respectively.”

“Greetings.” The Nekomata, Mahiro, states politely with a small bow meanwhile the Oni, Akio, awkwardly waves, I suppose he’s a bit shy.

Before anyone else can say anything else though, the door to the throne room swings open (and me and Henry hold onto each other in panic) and in comes two people.

The first is a teenager girl with messy black hair with red tips, along with blood red eyes with black sclera, pointy ears, horns and a tail as well as a pink red and black gothic styled dress.

The second is a woman who looks very similar to the girl, but is easily the tallest person in the room, and is wearing a red, gold and black dress, pure black hair that’s long and messy, one eye covered with a gold wrap and the exposed one is bright red with black sclera, and even longer tail and horns.

“Alright, I have arrived, where are those new souls-?!,” the woman declares before spotting me Henry and a surprisingly calm Ayra and looks frustrated, “guys, why the hell are there three eight year olds here?”

“A Actually I’m seven….” I mumble hoping what Mahiro said about the boss being a sucker for kids is true.

“As for what happened boss,” Mahiro explains while handing the woman 3 pieces of paper, “there was a loophole in the contact and the signers sold their children’s souls instead of their own. This is why I told you to have Seth double check the contracts first.”

“Ugh, jackasses, and I’ll remember next time,” she groans before turning back to us, “and kids, I’m gonna explain what’s going on here. First of all, welcome to the Burning Hells, wish the circumstances were better but oh well. And before you ask no I’m not gonna take your souls or do anything to you, you’re kids and your parents swindled all of us so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, um, thank you madam.” Henry states awkwardly.

“Just call me Aravni,” she tells us all with a smile, “now, normally I’d send you all back no problem, however your parents just sold your souls away so like hell I’m sending you back to them, so, do you have any other relatives?”

“Not that I’m aware of/Nope/I was adopted and Mom is the only person from my adopted family that I know.” Henry, Ayra and myself answer making Aravni and the other Demons in the room look at each other in concern.

“Okay, that’s out,” Aravni states after a moment as well as a bit of face wrinkling, “how about plan B, kids, how would you like to stay here instead?”

“….. What?!” All three of us ask because, yeah, what?!

“Aww, don’t freak out kids,” the teenager says cheerfully finally joining in-Agh she’s picking us up!, “things down here are great! Plus staying with Mom in particular means you get a nice house, good food, and most importantly, yours truly as a big sis.”

“Raquel calm down you’re scaring the kids!” Akio yelps as he runs over and helps us all down and is it just me or do I feel a bit dizzy.

“Aww come on Aki I was just being friendly.” Raquel replies with a toothy grin.

“Yeah well can your friendliness come with a warning next time please….” Ayra mumbles looking even more dizzy than me so we both just lean on each other while Henry just looks baffled.

“Ehe, yeah, those two are a bit much, especially together, but you get used to it.” Ryoko assures us with a wink.

“I believe we should confirm if they want to stay first before you say that Ryoko.” Mahiro chimes in making all the demons, even Aravni, pout.

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” Ayra states, “but it looks like our options are either here or an orphanage, and I’ve already been to the latter and I know it isn’t good, so unless just being down here will kill me then I guess I’ll stay.”

“Don’t worry, it’s totally safe for humans, it’s been a while but we’ve had some stay for decades before,” Aravni assures her as she and Raquel get excited, “now, what about you two?”

“Well…. If it isn’t any trouble then I suppose so?” Henry agrees albeit looking noticeably less sure then Ayra- wait why is everyone looking at me now- oh right.

“I…,” I say not knowing for sure but sighing as I realise no one will really miss me back on the surface, “I guess….”

“Alright, hi five kids!” Ryoko tells us and after the three of us look at each other awkwardly for a moment we all return it and I crack a smile despite myself. I don’t know what I did to make Mom send me here but, whether I deserved it or not, maybe I’ll avoid making those same mistakes here.

“That’s the spirit,” Aravni tells us all with a smile, “now, as much as I’d love to give you three the tour myself, me and Mahiro have to go talk to Seth, not only to get the loopholes out of these contracts, but also to make sure this get’s formalised. I’ll be back in like an hour though, promise!”

“Later Mom!,” Raquel says cheerfully as the two demons leave before smirking, “alright new siblings, we have an hour to screw around and find out until they’re done, how’s about a kitchen raid?!”

“Um, by raid, do we mean steal food or actually raid it?” Henry asks looking curious and like he’s not opposed to either option.

“We do the latter sometimes, but for now let’s stick to the former,” Akio explains with a small chuckle, “you kids need some cupcakes.”

“He’s right, and here’s your warning,” Raquel agrees before picking us up again-!!, “now let’s get going-!!”

“FIRE!!!!” Henry screams as he hides by pressing into me for dear life because Raquel has fire coming out of her back!

“Huh, oh, these are just my wings,” she explains like this is normal, “all Noble Demons get fire wings, but unless I actively want to hurt someone with them they don’t burn, promise.”

“Beautiful…” I blurt out cause now that the panics over and I’m getting a better look at the pink, yellow and red flames they do look lovely.

“And awesome.” Ayra agrees also looking impressed, and after hesitating Henry uses his free hand to phase it through the flames, and after a few times and it seemingly not hurting he smiles brightly.

“If you think that’s awesome, I got something to show you kids tomorrow,” Ryoko adds as she and Akio start running with Raquel flying after them, “now come on, let’s go!

#original story #original characters #the demon siblings #Tw: implied parental abuse #chapter 1

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lillyontheborder · 10 months

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// Some Housekeeping:

I’m starting to get disheartened by the rp community a little bit. I know I haven’t been here long at all, but this was also my first time trying out a tumblr rp blog. I don’t know how active I’ll be, but I’ll try to post. However, I’m not here to be dramatic or spread drama or ask for attention, I just want to make aware what my situation is. The reason I bring this up is because it is causing me to lack motivation, but also is draining me mentally. This is no one’s fault but my own, so please don’t feel bad or get angry at me, I’m just expressing myself.

I have been trying to interact more with blogs, however I guess I don’t really know what else to do to set relationships in stone. I was hoping to do more starters/full writings but I know that tends not to be a popular option amongst blogs vs writing rp. I just want Lilly’s relationships to develop a little quicker just because I know I won’t have much time at all once school starts. But that’s on me. I will never force anyone to do anything, as this is all just for fun. I know I am new to the community so I apologize on my part of I sound annoying or naggy in any way. If you have any ideas for rp, feel free to dm me, I’m always open to talk.

I know this is mostly an rp blog but I do make a lot of AiB content that isn’t rp (art, writing, etc), I really appreciate the support I get on it and I just want to make it clear that every note counts, it really lets me know that people are seeing and appreciating my work. I just wanted to make it clear that while this is an rp blog, I also want to make fan content for the series as there is not much out there.

I was thinking of making AiB fan merchandise and I was curious if anyone would be interested in buying it. I was thinking of making: Prints, stickers, and/or personalized comfort character letters (written for you). I have the materials to make all of these so I wasn’t sure if people would be interested as I don’t want to make it if no one will buy it.

Speaking of merchandise, my commissions are still open. I’m trying to save up for a specific reason and I love drawing AiB so if you would like, I do all kinds of art. Even stuff that isn’t AiB.

Anyways, the last thing I wanted to discuss is how thankful I am when people interact with my blog. As I stated previously, I promise I am trying my best to send in asks, I guess sometimes I just don’t really know what to say. I always get extremely excited when something pops up in my inbox and I wanted to let you all know that I really appreciate being welcomed into the community. We all love the same thing and that’s why we are all here. I hope you all enjoy rp-ing with me as much as I enjoy rp-ing with you. Please make sure to take breaks as well as take care of yourselves.

Let’s keep the AiB community alive and continue to be friends.

Thank you.

Lots of Love, Lilly ❤️

#mun

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mofroggery · 1 year

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hello my dearest friends !

i now have a redbubble and an inprnt that you can buy stuff from (mainly just stickers and prints)!!! wow!

check them out here if you’d like!

i may also open up commissions some time in december/january if anyone would be interested 👀👀👀

ALSO ALSO! please feel free to let me know if there any drawings i have made that you’d like to see as stickers or prints that aren’t already available! i want to have stuff that anyone would be interested in :D!!!

anyways, that’s all for now!! hope to have some art headed ur way soon!!🫶🫶🫶

okay, hi, edit as of july 2023: my redbubble isn’t available anymore but ! i have been thinking of making and shipping my own stickers sometime in 2024 :)!!! so stay tuned for that!

#mofroggery #m0ffman20 #redbubble #inprnt #plz buy stuff from meeee it would mean the world ahh

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fluffytriceratops · 2 years

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Another little life update for those of you who are curious or want to know;

Work has been very busy as of late, and unfortunately it’s only going to get worse. Like I mentioned before, I came down a month early to help the camp set up and to help out in anyway that I can. Which means, the summer technically has just started and I still have a little over two months to go.

We’ve already had a couple groups/camps come down here during June, so I was in the kitchen for them. But I wasn’t doing my normal work, I was mainly doing dishes because the main dish employees hadn’t come down yet. And let me tell you, it sucks fucking ass doing dishes. There are so many of them, and my back is absolutely killing me at the end of the day. And I know it’s only going to get worse. We weren’t even very busy then, we’re still expecting 100-200 people and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it lol.

Hopefully I won’t need to fill in for dishes.

One of my boss’ was being a bit of a prick a while ago. So that was something, I guess. He was being really ignorant and cheap and made me feel like I was beneath him. On top of that, they were burning plastic/recycling which is really toxic. And it wasn’t like they were far away while doing it, they’re in the camp burning all this plastic and it STINKS. All these fumes are being blown up towards all the trailers/motor homes. Which is where I stay, so that’s great. (Note my sarcasm)

And on top of that we’re in the spider capital, and I don’t recall if I’ve even mentioned it before but I have a horrible case of arachnophobia. A lot of people think I’m silly for it, and don’t treat it as serious as it is. But I have and I will burst into tears if I have to deal with them. I ended up having an anxiety/panic attack (I’m not really sure which one it was, honestly I’ve been so emotional and stressed little things keep causing me to break down) and my sister had to just stand there and hold me till I calmed down. I’m very glad that it didn’t happen in public, because that would be humiliating. Honestly, I’ve cried so many times already, I even cried last night. And I know I’ll cry even more throughout my time here.

I’m not saying this for attention. I’m saying this because it helps me cope. I get to rant and vent to anyone who’s willing to listen and it feels good to get it off my chest. It’s therapeutic in a way, I guess lmao. And because I can’t afford therapy, art, writing, venting, and obsessing over OCs and fictional characters will have to do.

I hate not being able to come on here and see all my mutuals/friends posts. I hate that I’m so busy, I don’t get to post as often as I want to. For the longest of time, I felt like I had no motivation to do most things. And then I got on tumblr, and decided to start posting my work on this platform and met amazing people through it. It gave me motivation to do the things that I love. I felt happy being apart of a community so welcoming and loving. Then this job just ruined the whole thing. I know for a fact that next year I will not be coming here early. I can’t do this again. It’s too much, money be damned. I’ll probably come to work here again, at least for one more year. But I still don’t know yet. We’ll see how this year goes. So far, it sucks ass. X’D

I’d like to open up drawing (possibly writing) commissions after summer. Maybe in the fall/winter? Depending on how I’m feeling and what’s going on in my life. I might need a bit of a break before diving into things again. But I don’t know if anyone would be interested in that? I’d love to be able to work doing what I love and I think commissions would help greatly with that. It could help me get started, anyway. Whether that be art, writing, or both. I’ll probably make another post about it with more info later on, but for now I’m just going to drop this here and see what happens haha. If you’d be interested in getting a commission from me at some point, please let me know! The more people who want them, the more I’m willing to do it lol. I’m also thinking of creating a few OC art adopts, so if that’s something that interests you too, feel free to let me know! Either by reblog/commet/message, anything works. ^-^

Thank you to those who read this. I know it’s a little long, boring, and all over the place. But it means a lot to me to know that you took the time out of your day to do so. I hope you have an outstanding day/night. You deserve it.

I love you all so so much. I’m sending all the virtual hugs to you!

Take care of yourselves! :3

— LF / Fluffy / Fluffie <3

PS. Love and laughter always.

PPS. If you know where the quotes from, I love you more.

#life update #working sucks #adulting sucks #fluffytriceratops #thanks for the support #art commissions #writing commissions #art adopts #my boss can suck a nut #im tired of all this bullshit #get me out of here #i hate my life #life is shit #update

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wildegeist · 2 years

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I almost lost my passion for art, a passion that had slowly been dying throughout recent times, and I only just really realized this, and figured out why. This realization is kind of why I'm isolating myself for a bit too- taking time away from interpersonal communication to really look inward and rediscover that passion. Even when I'm off of this break I may remain distant for a bit, because socializing too much distracts me from my work.

I know that sounds spooky or like I don't actually enjoy art. I do enjoy it. I'm not quitting art and never had the intention. I simply had realizations about why as of late creating has been so hard. The realization was fairly simple. Specifically, it was commissions. Less specifically, it's that I am utterly miserable if I am not creating for myself.

I hate commissions. I do not enjoy working on them. I never did. I think I always knew I never did, but I needed money. These days I have a non-stressful job that actually pays me, so I don't need the money, but I felt pressured to take commissions because people wanted them. Then I'd take them, and I'd take forever because they were all things I didn't feel like drawing. I've tried to retire from commissions a few times, but people would always say "please?" or "man I wish you were open" and it was always easy for me to cave to the pressure. Not for the money because I'm doing okay on that these days, but because I just always focused TOO MUCH on pleasing people.

I'd WANT to draw, I just never wanted to draw what other people were having me draw. I want to draw my characters, I want to draw my funky weird experimental art I delve into sometimes, I want to draw whatever I'm currently invested in. But if people were waiting on something, I'd feel bad working on anything personal so any personal work was reduced to pieces of limited complexity with restrained inspiration. Essentially what little personal work I could do was hindered by the weight of those expectations. People paying attention may notice how my work has been so barren lately. No big inspired pieces or anything. A lot of headshots or simple full-body shots of an OC or something. That was because I was forbidding myself from doing more. But I would try working on commissions and it'd feel like I was pulling my teeth out with pliers, and I felt so uninspired I'd feel dissatisfied with the quality of the work. Essentially, they were killing me creatively.

So I'm just not taking commissions again. Art trades are something I still enjoy because those are more collaborative and I only do those with close friends these days anyway, but I'm not letting people try to pressure me into taking commissions or making gift art for them again. I'm not tolerating "you should draw x or y" or "I wish you took commissions" comments anymore because they just stress me out and I've come to hate them personally. Unless some emergency occurs and I totally have to, I'm drawing for myself and solely myself from now on.

I'm embracing selfishness because that is the core of art. I'm making whatever the hell I want to without worry over appealing to people. And I'm going to be much happier doing it.

Before I close this out, I want to say I'm not blaming anyone, nor am I angry at anyone. Really, blaming other people for choices I mistakenly made repeatedly is silly. I'm just saying I'm done with those choices. I'm writing this to half hammer in the points to myself, so I can look back and say "no, do you remember what happened last time?" if I ever think of going back on it. I cannot submit to pressure, I cannot keep forcing myself to make things I do not enjoy making, I cannot keep placing shackles on my creativity and softly whispering "hey, it's okay, I'll take them off later" when I know it's killing my creative spirit.

These were hard realizations to have but I feel better for facing them head on and consciously acknowledging them instead of pushing them away as I have been for so long.

I'm ready to enjoy creating again.

Thank you to everyone who supports me doing what I really want to do. Things will be brighter.

#wildemusings #soft rant

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souscramble · 1 month

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obsidian looks so tempting but im really intimidated to use it ... i noticed that it's not like Google docs where i can just send the link to someone and they can read it either. id need to publish it i guess and that's a specific service...

venting ahoy 🥶

it's 5:47am as i type so it makes sense that im tired but i can't help but feel unmotivated to write about my ocs... i just really idk . i know you're supposed to do art and shit for yourself but im not that fucking enlightened... if nobody is going to pay attention to it i won't do it, shrimple as that...

i could probably draw other things to practice my art skills right? but the only thing i NEED to draw are reference sheets for ocs.

i NEED to design a stuffed animal type character so i can commission these people if they open commissions. but i don't have a Sense of self so it's impossible for me to Even be satisfied with anything i draw. if i end up owning this thing irl how much will i care about it? because ive done this before without a proper ref and paid the price... i don't hate him but i don't love him either. pressured myself for paying 300 for a 20cm still from an artist i never even heard of nor did i like them or their style

i NEED to draw Rodney so i can finally have a reference for one of my ocs. he has a full backstory, side characters, relationships, and id like to talk about him, but only a small group of people actually know him bc i had a horse to represent him on ponytown and i actually roleplayed with him. my friends have a sense of his character. i can't talk about him with anyone else bc nobody would ever read a Google doc on a mf they can't see, but how ridiculous is it to put a horse up. i did that on my last doc in an attempt to do it for me and nobody else but let's be real it doesn't matter how much of a friend you are im sure it's embarrassing and cringe so i won't be sharing that doc again sorry for wasting your time, and my own time! he needs a proper ref but i can't draw his hair. i don't want him to have bangs but i jmgffhckydkfullufdul can't draw hair with no bangs. everyone i draw is too cute anyway. nobody would ever care if he was just in a cute silly style like i usually do for everything.. nobody would think he's a complex character. just a really lame design i should sell on DA

these are the only things i need to draw and everything else feels like a waste of time. i don't have time to practice to learn and change my style but even when i do have the time i just feel so fucking exhausted i don't want to live anymore like. just being anywhere is exhausting bc im always expected to clean up after others and it feels like nobody gets me... id really love to live alone if i could afford it but everywhere around here would probably suck even though i don't want to leave this neighborhood p

im just so tired maybe it's because i just woke up it's 6:05 i just want to be someone else if i were if o if i looked better id be more confident if i was more interesting and had better struggles growing up then id be interesting and have character and personality besides won't attention seeker. can't believe i got 0% histrionic on that test like no i need people. iv love my friends but i need strangers who don't even know who i am to admire me. i need supporters and fans that I'll never talk to i need to not be just a random person standing at a bus stop i need people to think im attractive and interesting and they want to get to know me and then they do and find out im talented and smart and interesting, not weird, introverted, and ugly, and yet i can't shut up about things nobody cares about. if i were handsome or cute im sure they would care about whatever bullshit i have to say. ugh

it's not fair why can't everyone just be beautiful and happy why do there have to be unattractive people in the world what the hell did we do to you why do we need to learn to love ourselves this literally sucks and it's detrimental to my health i wish i could go change my appearance and start my life over. would be fun to compare

#sou unhappy

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purity-in-heart · 6 months

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You're right, I was overreacting. I was trying way too hard to get my point across and ended up doing the exact opposite.

But at the same time, nowhere on Dea's post did it say the drawing was a commission, and even if it is one, most reasonable people would refuse to accept the commission on principle because of the character's age. However, I did acknowledge in my ask that Clara's age isn't specified in the source material and therefore would be harder to determine. Dea would have the perfectly valid explanation that she didn't know any better if she didn't also play the game. In the replies of the original drawing post she responds to another fan of the game implying that she also plays HSR, she is very much aware that Clara is a child and that Svarog is her adoptive father (and if she wasn't she probably would have specified that when she responded to my original ask).

I wouldn't have been nearly as angry if I had room to give her the benefit of the doubt that she just didn't know who the characters were or what their relationship to each other was (grossed out, sure, because I know who they are and, as I said in my first ask, I have a strong emotional attachment to them). I also wouldn't have been nearly as angry and would've made more sense if I had given myself more time to process my feelings, that one was on me.

Additionally, I want to apologize for implying that dark cardiophilia itself was what I was referring to as "edgy," it wasn't, I actually like dark cardiophilia, I think it's sexy (why else would I be lurking in this community? You guys make some really awesome stuff and I genuinely enjoy most of my time here). What I was referring to as "edgy" was the fact that those two characters in particular were engaging in a kink, the kink in question didn't matter to me, it was the vast age gap and power imbalance I was taking issue with (although "edgy" was very much the wrong word to use there, I'll admit that).

I stand by my opinion, I don't think anyone should be drawing and posting sexual imagery of such a young character, but what I don't stand by is how I expressed it (I've actually taken Dea's advice and blocked her, I don't want anything to do with her after this point. That being said, Dea, if you're reading this, I apologize for blowing up in your face over this, it was stupid of me to do and I should've just blocked you and moved on from the get-go. This entire situation has been absolute hell on my mental health and I want to move on from it).

I think underage characters should be left untouched, too, for sexual content. It was a commission, though, because Dea posted about opening commissions before and that art was uploaded after somebody commented a request below the commissions opened post.

Anyways, I honestly really appreciate you setting things straight and being apologetic, even if you're remaining anon. That still takes strength. I also appreciate you sticking with your guns without letting yourself be flooded by anger again. I assumed you were dissing cardiophilia because some people do actually misaddress it outside the community after encountering the kink on their own. Some even go as far as to dm a person and insult them directly - Like, we like hearts, not shit, so given everything the heart often embodies, it wouldn't hurt if they used their imagination a little to see what else we might like, right? But I digress. Your response here took some strength to write. On behalf of this community, I thank you. Just continue to take care of yourself.

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COMMISSION BATCH 5 IS OPEN!!

The previous batch is done, but money is still tight, and I need to keep the funds coming. I will take a short break after the opening of the coms, but I will be accepting commissions orders during the break. I just wanna take care of some personal art. I enjoy drawing for you guys and being both generous and experimental, but rent fund is important, and I can only offer so much at a time. I am still close to landing full scale employment, but I am not there yet.

I know I added greyscale to the line art, and I love doing that. In my regret, made the choice to make greyscale a seperate item rather than something I randomly add to the lineart tier. I am sorry, but rent money is important. Living in CA isn't cheap.

I appreciate your understanding and I am sorry for the inconvenience. I love you guys and I love drawing for you all. And if I could, I would draw for free, simply because I see art as a hobby rather than a profession.

Though I will still offer a 15% discount for anything sumo related, since that happens to be my selling point (i tried fighting it, but there is no escaping where I started).

Even if you cannot afford, You can always help by spreading the word and reaching a larger audience.

I thank you all for your support, It means a lot to me.

Now for the rules

Before I can begin, Let me lay down what I prefer to draw.

-Slim -fat fur -tasteful nsfw -vore (with heavy restrictions) -certian action scenes -modern or fantasy

and what I WILL NOT DRAW for a commission:

-overcomplex drawings (they take significantly longer than they should and I prefer to risk drawing complex stuff on my own time) -Gore (Which leaves hard vore out of the question) -Abuse and cruelty art (Things like rape, abuse, or degradation.) -Slob or uber immobile fat. -Capepunk (Modern "realistic" Superhero genre. I just don't like the current modern superhero genre and its oversaturation.) -Certain Copyrighted characters and IPs (There can be some exceptions) -Other people's OCs without their permissions (There is drama around it. Dont drag me into any more drama.) -Characters that are or look underaged (I have the FBI on speed dial) -Diapers fetish (just...just no) -Political art (Should I even need to explain why?). -politically incorrect shit (You are more mature than this.)

To order to order a commission from me, You need something of a social media presence. at least a DA, Twitter, or most importiantly FA, that you had for some time at the time of ordering a com. This allows me to screen for security purposes.

I will not be accepting commissions from:

-Newly created FA or social media pages, be it burner accounts or whatever. -social media individuals that have a significant degree of controversy within the last year or so. I want to avoid controversy. -individuals under the age of 18. -Individuals that have a habit of hiding their behaviors behind "muh free speech." I would rather be with mature people thank you very much. -MAPS (should I even explain?) -People who make their political views their own personality (I dont want you as my customer base anyways)

The second thing to fill out a google form, this has everything you need to make an order from teir to whether you want the com to be nsfw or not.

Major thing to note: Do remember that I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason. So my apologies in advance.

Lastly, If I approve, I will send you the invoice. I am a Pay-upfront person, so that means if you want your slot in the queue, you need to pay upfront and that is strictly invoice only.

When you Order from me, you agree to the written agreements stated above and any violation would bar you from any future coms. Standards come first over money.

#open commissions #commission info #furry #fat furry #fat fur #sumo wrestling

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the-baddest-of-batches · 1 year

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Dar'Aliit Chapter Fourteen: Peacekeeper's War

4 BBY Decimator Crew Quarters

New armor is still new armor. I know I can't keep the old stuff around once it's gone dud, but I wish sometimes plastoid didn't crack like hell every time I took a hit.

I sand down the left pauldron in prep for paint. Plastoid doesn't take to paint as easily as it looks. You have to scuff it up.

That's why shinies never have painted armor. Then again the Empire technically doesn't let anyone paint their armor. I'm the exception.

I'm always the exception. The expendable exception. I laugh and huddle over the new armor again. I'll get some red paint on it and it'll look good as new. With less dings.

I look at the helmet. The red paint has stuck over the years. No one questions it anymore because I'm a clone. Tha about answers every question.

I reach for the bucket of paint. I know I can commission this stuff but there's something about doing it with your own two hands. It's relaxing.

Myren got the order right too. Except that they still send that kriffing right pauldon. I throw it out. I know she tells them not to ship one. They send it anyway.

They wouldn't understand why I keep the old one. That pale white pauldron is now grey with the years. Red tally marks spread across the dome. Names lay etched inside.

I grab it and set it with all the other pieces ready to go. The red shines under the lights. It's important. A warning sign.

I sit back and return to sanding.

20 BBY Caeopa

One tank full of water, one tank full of fuel. One to keep me alive till I can get off this forsaken rock, and another to get me off it. Not that I know how to repair a ship. My flight skills need a touch up too.

Coughing, I lean over the barrel of distilled liquid. It doesn't quite smell like water, but then again, the rain on this planet might be something weird. I'll have to risk it. Scraps hasn't said anything.

Who am I kidding? He can't. He's dead and a droid.

I reach down with one of the empty bottles and let it fill. After limping back to the shelter under the wing, I tip it back and try the first swig. It's horrible. I almost spit it out, but chug it back. It stings the whole way down.

"The hell!" I look at the bottle. This doesn't taste like water at all.

I try another gulp. Worse than the first. It's nasty. I shake my head and blink a few times. It's nasty and it's strong. My head swims. Maybe that's just how rain tastes here. Maybe it's from distilling it through fuel lines.

I need the water.

Choking on the taste, I manage to chug half the bottle. I can conserve later. For now I need to think. Thinking is hard. Thinking means I gotta keep my eyes open and my eyes are heavier than having a bantha sit on your chest.

The hell was in that water.

"Scraps, what did you do to the water supply?" I wag a finger at the droid. He glares at me menacingly. He knows what he did.

I know what he did.

I laugh and wheeze and it hurts like the depths of hell. I break off coughing. I'm alone. I'm so freaking alone. Why!

"What kind of cruel trick is this!" I'm laughing again and kriff it hurts so bad but I almost don't care. It's pitiful! Everything in the world is so pitiful. This little war of skirmishes over things no one really cares about. We're all going to die and become fuel for someone else's fire someday, so what does any of it matter?

My head hurts. I'm too tired to put up with all of this bantha crap. I want to go home. I want to be a kid again. I want to run away.

But I have run away. I'm alone! I'm basically a child, and basically a man. Who am I? Why am I?

Scraps rattles again. I glare back at him and close my eyes afterward. Maybe I'll find the answers if I close my eyes. Or maybe there's a universe behind my eyes that has more stars than a Kaminoan sea.

Maybe is the answer to everything. The dumb luck of the draw.

I'm maybe. Maybe something.

Maybe the rain wasn't rain after all. I'm floating, or falling, or dreaming? There's something in that water for sure.

"Scraps, what did you do to me?" My voice slurs off and I think if I squint hard enough I can see the droid laughing.

I pick up a rock and chuck it at Scraps. It dings off his silly laughing face.

"Shut up, you clanker!"

He doesn't shut up. The whole world is laughing at me now. The grass. The stars. The freaking bomber ship I crashed. I plug my hands over my ears to drown them out. Their laughter only gets louder, banging inside my head. It's not laughter anymore. It's drums.

The drums of war.

The water isn't water at all. I distilled the wrong tank and now I've got a barrel full of what I can only call moonshine. It tastes like the underside of a shoe. But it's a very effective painkiller, and using it to wash the wound a couple times seems to have kept any infection at bay.

And the taste gets better the more you drink of it. The sunset looks prettier too. Everything has a sort of rosy glow. I'm stranded. I know that. But is it all that bad?

My shoulder pauldron has almost forty marks now. Some of them blur in and out of each other, so it could be more, could be less. I blink and my eyes focus in and out.

I gotta do something. I've been sitting here for days. Nothing is getting done.

I haul myself up and almost trip over my own two feet. Something tells me I shouldn't be standing, or moving. I ignore that and stagger out past Scraps to look at the horizon. The sun will be gone soon.

I came here for a purpose. Right?

Stars peek out. They're swirling around overhead like little tadpoles swimming in water that's slowly fading to black. I almost feel like I could touch them. I should grab them and stuff them in a jar.

They'll be safe there. I'm here to keep the stars safe.

I whip around. I need a jar. Or maybe a barrel. Something big enough to hold all the stars.

A low whistle stops me in my tracks. Did I imagine it? Maybe it's Scraps. He's been rather noisy as of late.

I stagger back a few steps and squint at the blurry horizon. Something is moving. Something small and round. It whistles again.

"Hey!" I wave a hand in the air. I regret it. Pain tears through my stomach and side and I'm on my knees, gagging in pain. Tears well up in my eyes, but I crawl forward anyway. Somethings out there! Is it friendly? I don't know. But I'm not alone.

With the third shrill whistle the figure takes shape. It's round and looks sort of like a fuel tank, but it's got strange legs sticking out and flashing lights. I've seen it before somewhere.

It rolls right across the prairie and to my surprise, stops before it reaches me. It's menacing, more so than Scraps.

I put out a hand and my palm meets cool metal. It's real. I've seen plenty of things that are real without being real. Blame the moonshine.

This is real. And it's talking to me in garbled binary. I should understand it but I can't. All the beeping and cursing is slipping in and out of my head faster than I can comprehend.

"Slow down, R3!"

That's right. This is my droid. The droid that landed here with me. I came here for a mission! My head hurts. Everything's starting to hurt again. I need a drink.

R3 spits something at me, it's garbled but understandable. He knows how to find a communications array.

"Wait, really?" I stagger up and nearly stumble over him. R3 wiggles his dome as I brace myself against him. His response is affirmative.

"We have to go." I can't take another step, though.

R3 beeps a warning. I'm going to fall over. I let go and sit back down hard.

"Maybe, maybe you're right." My head pitches forward. "You go."

R3 bumps into my back. I hiss in numb pain. He's trying to get me on my feet, but I'm too tired. "Go." I tell him.

R3 curses at me. I curse back. But he obeys, and trundles off back toward the red sunset. I flop onto my back. I'm going to have the worst hangover in the morning.

But it doesn't stop me from pumping my good fist into the air. "I'm coming back!"

Then I'll stick to the General. To every Jedi who thinks their little force tricks make them better than us. Nidor abandoned me. Left me to die. The Jedi don't care about us, or peace, or anything. Krell, Nidor, all of them. They're just like us, copies of the last one. Except they don't know what it's like to be buried a thousand miles from home, to not even have a name until you give yourself one. They wouldn't know what it's like to be less than human.

Kriffing jedi. I might be drunk, and losing blood faster than I can put it back, but I know something. I know this war wouldn't exist if the Jedi really cared about peace.

Chapter fifteen coming soon...5/19

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November 08 - 2022

4:39 PM

I think those days where I feel very bored are an expression of pain. I come to this conclusion because boredom is unbearable to the point of being a hurtful feeling as opposed to neutral like I thought. It also might point to what I actually value like other pain does. I’ve clung to that idea that in your pain your find your values because it’s worked every time I’ve thought about it. With my boredom, it has something to do with finding value in general. I know I’m out of touch with the things I care about. I get bored because I kind of feel like I’ve already won or that I’m in a good enough place. But there are always ways to improve and being bored sucks to much because I know that and I want to WANT to do something.

My head hurts right now so I’m struggling to use words good. I think I’ll draw something I’ve been wanting to work on and relax a little bit. Sometimes I can get into a very chill mood by drawing something I really want to work on without stressing about it. Its therapeutic.

5:42 PM

Today I’m realizing how I’m starting to really love myself. I guess you could say I’ve had some self worth problems in the past, especially during high school/college. In some way I felt like that was just who I was but now that I’ve started detaching myself from my “character”, I realize it doesn’t have to be like that. Of course I’m not in the place I want to be right now in general but I’m proud of myself for becoming someone who can feel more openly and make strong decisions. Kind of like, I’m not ripped yet but at least now I’m hitting the gym.

10:32 PM

Sometimes I still worry that expressions of my fondness towards someone can come off as weird or off-putting? Like, is it okay to be expressing how much I care so often? Do I come off as caring too much? But I only feel like that because of way back in school when I would do things that actually were weird. Like making a grand gesture of love to a girl I didn’t even talk to. So I feel a little uneasy when I try to do things to people that declare how I feel towards them. It also doesn’t help that most people won’t say it’s off-putting unless it’s REALLY creepy.

Its a silly way to feel and I’m sure I’ll get over it with time. Because I know that my adoration of anyone is actually founded on something solid and I know my friends like when I show it. I’m also lucky to have made friends that are so open about showing that they care. Most of my friends in the past have been more like stereotypical manly men that don’t show their feelings to their bros even though sometimes we all know whats going on anyways. I much rather prefer being open and vulnerable. It feels really special to not only give myself to a friend’s gentle touch, but to be trusted enough to handle them the same.

11:16 PM

There’s a lot of mental barriers I need to break down. For most of my life my problems have been treated like they are nothing. Mostly by family. It was always a “You shouldn’t be like that, so stop being like that” kind of approach. It’s still foreign for my issues to be accepted by others and even myself. It feels wonderful though. It makes it possible to actually work through them instead of suppressing them. I don’t know how to let the people that accept me know how grateful I am that they do.

Recap

Today was very nice. Today and yesterday I’ve been diligently productive so I’m proud of that. This morning I made an early breakfast and started getting my usual work out of the way. I practiced human heads again and I am learning a bit but I feel like I won’t be able to learn enough at this pace to be happy with the commission I have to practice for. But I’ll do my best. I got today’s commission work done in call with all the besties and some others. I thought it was a very fun call today. It was like a crossover episode.

I left when I had to go eat and shower and all that. My social battery was sucked dry but in a good way. After my shower I felt extremely content with some me time and relaxed with some personal drawing. I spent the evening with besties too so that was great. Dinner was some cozy chicken strips with fries and some oatmeal afterwards.

I wanted to get up to no good today but I felt it was too soon to do it again. I also had some bad eye strain all evening that made everything kinda suck.

#journal #diary

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fricklefracklefloof · 2 years

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hello friends i made a redbubble (under the name stupidsylveon, because fricklefracklefloof wouldn't fit) because umm i kinda need money and i know it won't make me a TON but if you would like some of my art on a sticker or a print or idk a shirt please go check it out! currently i have some of my grishaverse, welcome to night vale, and what we do in the shadows art up there, along with an owl house design and a sk8 the infinity design and like one original design. it would mean a lot if you supported me through there, but regardless i'm extremely grateful for any kind of support even if it's not monetary <3

#unfortunately my art is not available on miniskirts or shower curtains #because the option made me giggle but oh my god i would die of embarrassment honestly #also if anyone asks me my tma art is not up there because #the magnus archives is a podcast distributed by rusty quill and licensed under a creative commons attribution noncommercial share-alike 4.0 #international license #....which means it is technically illegal for me to sell anything inspired by the podcast #and ik selling fanart is usually illegal and i dont typically care about that stuff but rusty quill is a smaller company?#and plus they already sell their OWN stuff on redbubble so i would feel bad about taking business away from them on the same platform #i am considering selling prints of my tma art in the future! but it won't be on redbubble i hope you understand #and if there's something of mine you'd like up on there let me know i'll see what i can do <3 #im also planning on opening actual commissions soon and i will allow you to comm me to draw a tma character for you if you want #but anyways yea i quit my job and i cant get another one because of transphobia so it would mean a lot if you helped me out #imma be in college soon

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apompkwrites · 2 years

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Could i request if its open if not ignore this!! Its an au where we/reader are the real absy prince/princess any gender i just want the reaction of the characters (venti , xiao , albedo , diluc) btwI love your writing

reader impact || abyssal ruler

series masterlist characters: albedo, diluc, venti, xiao genre: fluff?? not angst but like contains: uhhh traitor!(name), you're part of the abyss now :) summary: as genshin impact comes to a close, players find out the true identity of the leader of the abyss. and their face is... oddly familiar. notes: haha cool abyss leader time :D

our streamers have reached the endgame. their travelers have once again reunited with their missing twin and are now ready to bring them home. or so they thought. as they take their twin's hand, their sibling whirls around to face the figure at the top of the staircase, staring down at them with contempt.

"m-master!" they cry out, trying to rip their hand out of their twin's grasp.

and as the traveler looks up, their eyes trail up a familiar person's body. eyes wide with disbelief, the "master" at the top of the stairs simply stares back at them, opening their mouth to (hopefully) offer an explanation.

albedo -

"ah, traveler. it appears the day i lose control is upon us."

i say this in every one but like

fanart?

he's made plenty of fanart for corrupted (name), practically enough to fill a museum (adding onto the other (name) fanart museums he can make).

"i was created to be a weapon, not for the abyss, but for teyvat."

traitor au (name)? sign him up please.

he loves the idea of you, not being corrupted to destroy mondstadt, but to do it of your own volition.

"hm? you wish to save me? i would love to see you try."

please let him just grovel at your feet.

you're so cool and he loves you so very much.

he'll follow you as you bring upon chaos and destruction to teyvat just please let him be at your side for eternity.

oh, wait... he's streaming.

right.

um.

ahem.

anyway.

this part of the quest will last a good five-ten minutes?

he's on it for at least two hours.

not that his chat is complaining or anything.

diluc -

"it would seem that my faux alliance with mondstadt has come to an end."

you?!

the person who was fighting against the abyss order??

you were the one in charge of it all??

he's very confused.

but also...

how did you get cooler???

"my sibling? of course they don't know anything. and father wouldn't have known either."

he really wants to know how you got from webtoon (name) to abyss leader (name).

pleas explain.

he's very invested in your story.

don't tell anyone but he's based a drink on your abyss leader concept <3

"give my regards to the acting grandmaster, won't you?"

not gonna lie, he's very close to wanting to join you.

does his chat judge him?

no, not really.

venti -

"oh? it's good to see you again, traveler! how was your journey?"

AHSDHAD WHAT?!?!?!

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!

WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM LOVE YOU EVEN MORE?!

...

he is now shaking in his seat.

his chat thinks he's dying for a good minute.

he's fine though!

just freaking out over... just you in general.

"yep, i knew all about your sibling! you didn't think i'd tell you and give away my greatest asset, did you?"

and he's shaking again.

his chat just accepts his trembling at this point.

he really wants to see this look become an outfit in-game.

pleas mihoyo let him indulge and give you your abyss leader outfit.

he will commission someone to draw it.

and then he'll hang it up in his room.

expect the next music stream to be based on you turning on the city you created.

and the next stream being you betraying your old friend.

and the next stream being you in the abyss order.

and pretty much the next few music streams only being about you as the abyss leader.

xiao -

"we meet again."

how should he feel about this meeting?

on one hand, he's slightly uncomfortable just because he's grown used to your more protective side.

but now he's on the receiving end of the wrath you show to others.

on the other hand...

cool.

he's pretty overwhelmed, ngl.

"morax? why should i stay loyal to that sorry excuse of a god?"

OKAY

he's kinda surprised???

like you used to be so close with morax.

(even if you didn't show it).

and that was all an act?!?!

"my loyalty? it was never to them. not after what they did to... my god."

has

has your whole backstory been a lie????

he will actually stop playing and look up your backstory.

because he thought he had it memorized to where morax saved you.

he will actually fall apart at the realization that mihoyo lied about your backstory.

and he had to find out by watching your betrayal :((

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Hi ! I love your blog and your idea to make a bakery is just awesome ^-^ anyway how are you ? I hope you have a good day :) I'm here to request a female mc who love drawing. And i wonder if you can make brothers react to mc who draw them when they're sleeping, eating or i don't know like you want. If you can of vourse it's not an obligation :3

I wish you a good day \(^-^)/

💫

Thank you so much! I really enjoy the location-themed blogs here like Cafes and such so I'm happy you think the same! I'm doing good! And also, YESS!! I love Artist MCs/Y/Ns because I'm an artist myself! I hope you enjoy these!

The Brothers with an F! MC who draws

Lucifer

He already knew you love to draw and didn't mind that, at least that's one good hobby someone has on his list compared to gambling and parties

If there is something Lucifer appreciates about humans, it's their art and cultures, he might take you to art museums for inspiration and have a date in a cafe and talk to you about the paintings you both saw

If art museums are not your thing, he would be a little disappointed but then again, some artists like more modern artworks and some that are shown online so he understands

And frankly, having you draw him makes him immensely proud of himself for having a talented girlfriend like you, he doesn't ask that you draw him but he secretly wants to

Lucifer occasionally buys art supplies for you but only if you've been good

"So you joined Mammon on going to the casino to draw the people there?"

"Pretty much...."

"Hmm.. I guess you aren't going to get some Copics from me anytime soon."

"WHAT-"

Lucifer is also observant and knows when and who you're drawing immediately

"I can see you staring at me."

His eyes looked up at yours as you looked away, pencil in hand.

"No, I'm not."

He's seen you glance at him several times before looking down at your sketchbook.

It was breakfast and you were sat between a sleeping Belphie and a distracted Beel so you took the time to draw the eldest when no one's looking.

Lucifer hummed and told Beel not to eat so messily as you continued to draw him.

Lucifer has seen many sketches of him and the brothers and when you give him some as a gift, he keeps it well-protected somewhere that Mammon can't steal in his bedroom.

Mammon

He absolutely cherishes every drawing you have, the boy keeps a doodle of him and you as a good luck charm too <3

He might ask that you do commissions and he gets some of it (for giving the idea and managing the commissions-) but one glare and he'll shut up with a nervous chuckle and an "H-hey! It's just a joke!"

When Mammon sees you staring at some art supplies, he checks it again when he's alone and dies inside because of the price and buys it immediately, he doesn't care if he loses a lot of money only a little bit, all he wants is to see your face when he gives it to you

"You better be grateful that The Great Mammon even thought of giving this to you!... Do-don't look at me like that! It was on sale!!"

While Mammon was napping on his couch, you hastily opened your sketchbook and started sketching him and the boy never realized

By the time he woke up, you were already finished doing 5 sketches of him and taking pictures of him for reference

"Oi! What are you doing? Gimme that!"

His heart completely melts because??? you drew him so good??? his girlfriend drew him???? for free??? and out of love????

He also draws you but it's just a stickman with a messy face but you still love it all the same

Leviathan

Finally...another Artist...AND HIS GIRLFRIEND NO LESS!!

He's so happy and giddy to show off his art supplies but he's hesitant when it comes to showing off his art because he thinks it's horrible compared to yours

You encourage him and usually learn together with him whenever he feels awful about his art

He's the Avatar of Envy so there are many times where he's compared himself to other artists so you had to be there to keep him grounded

Art Date, anyone??

It doesn't matter whether you buy art supplies or just take a break from school, it was always nice being around Leviathan

You took the chance to draw him while he was across from you and excitedly showed it to him

He had drawn himself (albeit, in a persona) in many games and animes but your drawing was more special than anything he's ever done

He looked away, avoiding eye contact as he gave you his own drawing which was you in your favorite video game

From now on, whenever the both of you wanted to give small gifts, you draw each other!! <3

Satan

A demon who enjoys impressionism art, there's something about the dreamy landscapes and colors that really makes him calm aside from reading

I think he would paint for a change of pace but gets frustrated because of how difficult it is so he goes back to reading

So watching you draw makes him impressed, drawing takes so much time to master

He doesn't mind whatever art style you have, aside from the impressionism style, he would have yours as his favorite

He understands the pain of art block so he often invites you in his room, one where the others wouldn't bother you, just don't touch anything or else you'll turn into some random animal for a few hours

He also encourages that you read with him when you're uninspired! Reading helps the imagination and the mind, and he'd be happy to recommend some for you!

You trust him with your sketchbooks and he trusts you with his books! The both of you knew the other wouldn't do anything which is why he only lets you inside his room

While Satan makes a drink for you, humming an old song in his DDD, you drew him in overalls and glasses

When you were bored, you would always draw your boyfriend in random outfits and would often show it to him (which he all loves)

"Overalls and Glasses, huh? I might wear it tomorrow." Satan grins, peeking at your sketchbook as he puts down the drinks.

Don't get your hopes too high, he isn't going to wear a maid outfit........yet-

Asmodeus

Oh? You draw? Wellll, if you need a model, he's happy to be your own personal model, but it comes with a price ;)

He loves that you draw! And would ask you to draw him

There's many artworks he likes but yours he enjoys the most, even if you aren't his girlfriend

Might ask you if you can design outfits and draw him in certain outfits so he can try them out!

Of course, drawing is not an easy feat so he'll pay you handsomely~

If you do commissions, he gets one just so he can support you

He knows that art doesn't pay much yet it is so overlooked by others

"Everywhere is art, darling, I'm surprised some humans don't know that! Of course, I'm the most beautiful art there is but I'll have you as second~"

He might blush if you draw him without him asking, he think he's desirable enough to draw without a price! After hearing that you just love him might make him blush harder! Aww, you!

He'll give you several pecks as he laughs after seeing your drawing of him! One where he was posing in one of the photos you had of him during your dates

Anatomy is hard so if you want a nude model, he'll volunteer on the spot, sure he has thoughts but if you're fully intent on getting better, he's happy to help!

Beelzebub

He's not the type to focus on art so he doesn't understand it much, that doesn't mean he isn't impressed though!

He has heard of Food Art and Food Illustrations though...Based by the Arty Event, he seems to be good at drawing food! He wanted to try it more but Lucifer forbid him in case he would eat the paper and get chemical poisoning or something-

However, if you could also draw food, he would be so delighted!!! He won't eat it, he promises!

It's fine if you don't, though, he expects that you might not understand working out and sports like he doesn't understand art

Might be clueless if ever you feel bad about your drawings, he thinks it looks really good! But upon hearing how frustrated you are, he would give you hugs to comfort you!

While Beel is a oblivious sweetheart, he fully supports your hobbies and would invite you to diners and restaurants so you can draw while he eats! He might even join you while he's eating

As he eats a huge cheeseburger, you drew him, smiling at how happy he looked

When you gave it to him, he told you how spot on you drew him when he eats and keeps it around him, he avoids it getting dirty at any cost

Belphie suggested that gets a photo frame so he bought one! Now your drawing of him lays on his bedrest safely~

Belphegor

He used to love art as much as Satan and Lucifer does but he doesn't anymore, not until you showed him your drawings

You rekindled a small flame in him that he never thought would come back

He doesn't draw because it's way too much work but he enjoys hearing you draw, the sound the pencil makes when it moves around the paper, and the smell of lead and paper makes him sleepy

He secretly likes those papers that have a nice smell in them so you buy some whenever you go out to get some art supplies

"That's way too many sketchbooks, MC."

"Nothing is way too much-"

Because he always sleeps around you, he doesn't entirely realize that you have a bunch of drawings of him in your sketchbook

It makes him warm when he sees your drawings of him

He wishes he could do more to support you even if you tell him he doesn't have to so like Beel, he keeps your drawings near his bed and looks at it before he sleeps

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