I drew Howdy & Poppy as the vacuum cleaner and Joy! <3
Howdy & Poppy are from 'Welcome Home.'
Vacuum cleaner and Joy are from 'It takes two.'
Behind the scenes! 🔥💮
Finished results! 🌈✨
Barnaby & Wally as Moon baboon and Cutie! <3
Behind the scenes!🌙💖
Finished results!🌈✨
Dude I'm tired as hell. I've been working on four drawings at the same time and I wasted night hours two finish these! At least they came out good, I hope. Yes, we all know what happens to Cutie in the game and I'm sorry for making it Wally! It had to be done. If you don't know what happens then well.. you're in luck! I was planning on making some concept art for the series. Anyways, I'll stop yapping. I hope you guys enjoy this little series I'm making so far! <3
How could I forget! I'm sorry, I barely realized something was missing after posting this hours ago!
Thanks to @flash-caterpillarlover for giving me the idea to draw Howdy as the vacuum cleaner! It means a lot! ❤️💐✨
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Want You (Butcher!Wally x Reader)
Welcome Home ~ Butcher Wally Darling AU Oneshot
This fic was requested by ZillyKittyXD on Wattpad.
((let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 months to actually start writing this...))
TW: A bit of yandere behaviour from Wally. Mentions of blood, knives, and the implied murder of another character. Character uses they/them pronouns (some people are triggered by this?).
Wally hadn't known what the strange feeling was. It was almost like that feeling he got when he killed, only... It was different. It was... Warmer. He only felt it when you were with him, or when you were on his mind. And with this feeling came want. And he'd never wanted like he wanted with you.
He wasn't supposed to want you. He knew that. But that knowledge didn't stop the feeling he always got around you. It didn't stop the wanting. In fact, knowing that only fueled the feeling. Especially now that you seemed to be in the habit of visiting his shop every day. The more Wally saw of you, the more he experienced that feeling. The more intense the want became.
Each glimpse of you sent him through a rush. Sometimes it was a good feeling, and sometimes it made him sick. But either way, it always left him wanting to experience it again. To see you and feel that lightness in the head. He liked to tell himself that his desire to be with was only to identify this... odd, feeling he felt. Or maybe even to make you his next victim. He liked to ignore the little you-shaped hole you'd dug out in his heart and made yourself at home in.
It wasn't until that day you walked in with Howdy's scent on you and a basket of suspiciously discounted apples that he finally acknowledged it.
You were supposed to belong to Wally, but that grub couldn't seem to keep his nose in his own business...
Y/n walks into Wally's shop, the air tainted with the coppery smell of blood. They place a basket of apples on the counter (half of them Howdy had given them for free) and tap the rusty little service bell. They wonder why Wally even put it there in the first place. He seems to always know the moment someone enters, and the dainty little bell looks rather out of place in a butchers shop.
Wally walks into view, wiping a dirty knife off on his equally dirty apron. He must have just finished cutting up some meat to sell. Y/n smiles at him as he looks up. His expression darkens ever so slightly when he sees the basket of discounted apples Howdy had given you.
Y/n smiles. "Hey, Wally! I brought you apples!"
Wally stares at the basket, part of him wondering if they were doing this to purposefully mess with him. But they couldn't possibly know how they affected him... Could they? "Thank you.. Neighbour." He says slowly, his gaze shifting from the apples to them. "You... Smell like Howdy."
He didn't like the way Y/n blushed when he said that.
"Oh! Well, we hugged before I left to come here..."
"I see..." Wally mumbles before resuming a casual attitude, giving no hint to the macabre plan already forming in his mind.
Y/n gave Wally half the apples, and after receiving their thanks, were on their way back home, humming a jovial tune to themselves.
-- Time Skip --
A few days later Y/n visits his shop again, seeming to be lost in thought when they come in. They went to visit Howdy the other day, but he was nowhere to be found. They tried again today, but no one had even seen him.
"What's the matter, Neighbour?" Wally asks, false innocence lining his tone.
"I just... Haven't seen Howdy around lately. I'm starting to get worried."
Wally's smile tightens. "Oh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. He'll turn up." He pauses, tilting his head. "Is that the only reason you came to visit today?"
Y/n smiles. "Oh, no. I enjoy visiting you simply for the company, but I thought I'd ask you just in case you saw him."
Wally hums in response, busying himself with a bloody knife.
Y/n stares at the knife in his hands, noting the fresh blood covering it. "What kind of meat did you get in today?"
Wally chuckles. "Oh, I have a very special stock today... I cannot give you the details though."
"At least tell me what kind of meat it is?" Y/n asks, pouting.
"Oh... One you're quite familiar with." Wally replies with a smirk.
"Pork?"
"Hah... Close enough."
The fact that Howdy had ever dared to steal his little Y/n was enough for Wally to consider him swine. Not that he thought much of him before that.
A/N: Yay! Finally finished. What do y'all think? Part two?
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Frank/Home anon here, again, with a new idea. we know very little about Home from the mob au, other than hes a god like figure who has immortal control over the family. and we know that Frank is trying to figure out whats happening behind the scenes, and is getting into places he probably isnt supposed to. i know you made a few drawings about Frank and Home meeting, but damn, being faced to face with a GOD has got to fuck you up, not only from their interaction, but the uncanny divinity as well. i like the idea of Frank, not so much falling in line to Homes control, but being so infatuated with him after that he keeps pushing and pushing his luck. imagine fighting against the control for so long, only to be caught because of your own untamable curiosity and need to have questions answered. not only that, but being in the physical presence of an entity whos basically bending reality to their own will? theres a comparison to a moth being drawn to a flame here (or an electric fly buzzer). how do you even recover from something like that, and go back to ordering supplies at your day job? (you dont, lol.) anyhow, you should def drop a few more crumbs of Home lore, to add coal to the train that is my ranting.
Very intriguing very intriguing, that would be the trope of “the most powerful god” x “some weak loser from across the street” HDHDHDH
cw minor spooki
Man art block is REALLY kicking my ass rn-
also a few more crumbs of (mob) Home lore? Well lemme seeeee-
-Home is a entity who works entirely alone (unless otherwise chooses someone)
-He answers to the most weak and vulnerable who calls for him
-he is not a demon (but can be considered a god)
-he is neither defined as good or bad
-Home and Wally are NOT related (home purposely takes a form who’d look like a father to him)
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thinking abt sabito lives design again & i started putting him in situations and reminded myself of my hc that he does origami in his off time
my original vampire!sab outfit idea, his white haori's sleeves seem kinda short on him as a 13 yo ghost so actually growing to 21 hed probably need to extend it, so why not recycle his funky pattern shirt for it? yellow-green geometric pattern along all the edges, and for a sabito lives in place of giyuu au why not attach his red haori on the inside
something something sanemi stopping by the water estate for whatever reason, sabito being a good host asks if he wants some tea and starts to leave to make some, "where are you going? thats tea there isnt it?"
"not the kind you'd want. its mushroom tea, the funky kind."
"the hell are you drinking that for!?"
"lets me see ghosts."
"...you're sick in the head."
"not wrong, but thats not even top five of reasons why."
them chilling drinking tea & talking abt nothing and after a bit sabito starts smiling at thin air, theyre still talking but he keeps glancing over at nothing and when theres a lull in their convo he turns to talk to said nothing "why are you being so quiet?" (i never see you talking with anyone....i dont want to interrupt) "but i like talking to you.." (you can keep talking with him, i'll still be here) a little huff before looking down at the drink in his hands
"who are you talking to?"
"my best friend."
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sabito coming home from a nasty mission and doing his usual wash-up routine & finally sitting down in the main room. then The Horrors hit. (FuckingfailureWasntfastenough) eyes unfocused and unseeing, (BlueeyesLongblackhairSofuckingyoung) world closing in and feeling like its about to explode all the same, (ScreamofdeathSilenceNofuckinghead) thick tears pooling around his forehead pressed to the floor, (WEAKTOOSLOWFUCKINGIDIOTWRONGDECISIONBLOODONYOURHANDSBRAINATYOURFEETBLOODBLOODBLOODBLOOD)
"SABITO-SAN!?"
the lady housekeep he hired finding him unresponsive curled up on the floor face down hugging himself while shaking like a leaf, freaking the fuck out thinking hes dying of shock or something- pulls him to sit upright leaned against the wall, try and fail to see if hes hugging himself bc of a wound bc hes just. fucking holding onto himself so tightly. white knuckled muscles locked in place. sends a crow to the butterfly mansion for an emergency and sprints to get the nearest doctor, they arrive and hes not moved from where she propped him up, doctor checks his eyes and sees they respond to light theyre just not looking at anything, tries a few taps on the face and the housekeep worriedly calling out for him. nothing. doctor apologizes for what theyre about to do before slapping the Absolute shit out of him.
knocks him over and his hand suddenly snaps out to latch onto theirs to a painful degree, eyes focused and full of fury before it shorts out to confusion. he blearily lets go of the doctor and hisses at the stinging pain in his face, "the fuck hap-ppened?"
"you were hugging yourself on the floor- and you wouldnt respond- you were just shaking!"
"what do you remember?"
(BLOODBLOODBLOOD)
he recoils slightly and shakes his head, "g-give me a minute. fuck.."
"take as long as you need"
focusing his Breath as he haphazardly scrubs his eyes dry with the edges of his sleeves, leaning back against the wall. just breathing for a moment.
"I came home. took a quick bath to-" (wash off the blood) "wash. changed clothes. sat down to do- ..something.."
"do you not remember what you sat down to do?"
"not like that- whatever there is to do. Something. anything. i usually do origami.."
doctor talks yadda yadda makes sure he doesnt have immediate brain damage or actively bleeding wounds & leaves with their promise of another doctor on their way
"sabito-san..? what exactly happened..?" he softens a sad look at her
("my mother used to help keep this place up for the man before you." he smiled, "eh? your mother kept the place intact for my mentor. how nice that you're here to help me out now, ne?")
"bad mission, ("oh..") there was a young boy. i fucked up, the demon killed him." he inhaled through his teeth, "i had to tell his family while covered with his brains."
she recoiled, reached out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, "im so sorry..."
he let his head loll back against the wall, "its fine"
"its not..."
"its not. but it is what it is, and its over with."
"...kocho-sama should be on her way."
he quietly groaned, "thank you. ...was it that scary?"
"you usually hide it with some sort of smile. i cant imagine how you do that if its bad enough to make you look like youre dying when you cant stuff it away anymore.."
"heh, sorry to scare you like that..."
"dont be. talk to kocho-sama and see if she can help you. i just dont want you to be in so much pain.."
he smiled genuinely at that, "you really help. talking with you and helping with chores makes it easy to smile."
easy to forget that hes alone. easy to forget pretty piercing blue eyes, what they look like wide with fear and never what they look like in death. blood that tints his memories old and new. blood that he coats himself in, blood he refuses to wash away- blood thats all he has left of him.
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sabito has a little stall at the end of the market in the nearby village, just big enough for himself and a few bundles of paper, out of the way of the busier sections. most people pass seeing how he only has a few paper figures and a bunch of colored paper to sell. a few stop by, intrigued by what he could possibly be doing here.
"whats your favorite animal?"
they answer, he picks out a piece of paper and starts folding, he gives them a little guy
"you never said how much??"
"i dont need money, i just do it 'cuz its fun. want another one?"
people bring their friends to get a little paper creature, talk and laugh, enjoy their new little guys. it makes him smile.
a lady walks up, cant name a creature so he suggests a surprise animal based on her, "sure." he starts folding, eventually she recognizes it "an elephant!?" "yeah," not really looking at her as hes finishing it, "theyre kind animals, 'gentle giants', but theyre still very powerful. predators have to pick off the sick or young because the healthy adults are too strong to be brought down. smart too. i also read that theyre matriarchs- the oldest wisest female usually leads the herd. she shows everyone how to be an elephant, where to find food, how to navigate their world, safest places to travel. she's their guide and teacher." he sets it down closer to her, "you make me think of an elephant."
"oh," she looks at him stunned, "thank you."
he smiles, "careful not to squish it, if you do though i can just make another one for you. have a nice rest of your shopping trip."
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Pillarmen as ghost hunters
Kars
He is the leader of the little group (naturally) and is also the one who picks out what house, mansion, or insane asylum they will go explore.
Though he goes into these haunted places, he hates messy rooms
So during the editing of the videos, much of them have to be cut or reshoot again because Kars will go on a tangent about how messy this person must have been when they were alive.
Esidisi
The funny guy that is the comedy relief in a stressful situation.
Most viewers enjoy him because he will prank everyone else, but is always the first one to scream when something actually goes down.
He is also known to start dancing at random times throughout the entire video.
Wamuu
Probably the only one that actually respects the dead
He will ensure that the other pillarmen don't mess or touch anything they don't need to touch.
Ghost usually comminate through him since he is the only respectful one
Which is a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand, they are getting the clout that they need for their video, however, Wamuu is the biggest and strongest of the Pillarmen, so if he gets possessed by an evil spirit the other pillarmen literally have to run for their lives until they can cast the spirit out of him
Santana
He is the camera guy and the one that keeps all the supplies on him.
He is also the one who edit the video since he is computer smart.
Viewers have messed feelings about him because he is usually behind the camera and he doesn't do anything fun like the others do.
He is also the reason why people think that all their videos are fake because he never screams or jumps when something spooky happens.
Start sending some Halloween requests
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