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you should've seen saw 0.5, leigh whannell WHIMPERS in it
and this is my half-demon boy named Ako. and it would be better for you not to go into his forest...
Persa-Attention Seeking — A persa-id(link) term for when one is comfortable referring to themself as an attention seeker or attention seeking, but not comfortable with others referring to them as an attention seeker or attention seeking.
Coined with pwHPD in mind but can be used by anyone.
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Flag colors lifted directly from the attention-seeker reclamation flag(link).
Persa-ID coined by @sylviestial. Flag IDs based on the ones by @redacted-coiner. Coining requested by Anon(link).
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💌 and 💐 for the plural ask game? :3c
HELL YEAH BRO 🔥🔥 sorry guys that is an OOMFIE!
ask game answer under da cutttt
💌 "are there distinctions between headmates' handwriting? if so, who had the worst handwriting? and who has the best?"
a: there's not really much, if any of a distinction between us. though, i seem to always be just a little bit sloppier sometimes.
💐 "are there any headmates that can do something in real life that the rest can't?"
a: well we can all sing in this body because of us being a choir kid so that's out of the question.. honestly i have no clue. although i am the only one with a bad sense of smell. they're all decent or just better than me. fuck them and their noses
( @confettisketty to let you know i've answered! )
IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOY!!!!
Unfortunately, yugi is in a constant state of "i really wanna swim in the ocean but mama WILL be mad at me if i go home soaking wet but i really wanna go swimming but grandpas gonna get mad if i get the games in the shop wet but i think the waters REALLY NICE-"
Meanwhile atem is fueling those intrusive thoughts and not helping whatsoever
Guys would you love me if I infodumped about my dragon yugi au 🥺 🥺 🥺
Fidd author or diddlford
OPENING ART COMMISSIONS!
Uhh yeah would be super cool if you bought something (also big thanks to @f3lixfl1ck for letting me base the layout on theirs, was a massive help in getting this out there)
my laptop was fixed a few days ago! :D
so now it's back to procrastinating! oh and working on things too i guess
100 posts!
🎉 I DID IT!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!
—Currently partying with my morning coffee. 😌 ☕️
Please, when u have the time, more Pietro stuff 😭😭😭 ur writing for him is excellent and I need more!! Headcanons, stories, idc I just need more Quicksilver written by u.
Enemies to lovers!Quicksilver/GN!reader - pt 2 It's finally here!! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. Also, I think the ending is probably the most dialogue heavy scene I've done so far, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but i wanted to post this so bad!! I might go back and edit later though. Hope you all enjoy!! TWS: Fighting, passive aggression, full on aression kinda, logan is a worried asshole big brother, Professor X watching his tragedy not quite repeat. Pietro is kinda an ass but he's a broken ass so its okay.
You and Pietro had a weird relationship. And it seemed to just spiral into even weirder territories and murkier waters. Each and every interaction tiptoed into something a little more than just enemies, and one night you think the two of you fully crossed the line. You were sure of it, and it was just the start.
You’re finally starting to fall asleep when there’s a sudden whoosh of air and grunt of pain. It startles you, and you sit straight up in bed, leaning over to flicker on the light. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Pietro standing by the window, hunched over in clear distress.
“Pietro? What are you doing here?” You ask, But he doesn’t respond. His suit is ripped and bloody, and various deep cuts litter his skin. You swear he’s about to pass out as he stands in front of you, swaying just a little like he did on that day at the beach. Whatever fight he had just been through, it had taken a little more out of him than that fast metabolism could heal so quickly.
“Are you okay?” You ask, wide-eyed at him. Pietro grimaces in a way that looks more angry than it does pained, and yet he still says nothing. Unable to deal with the idea of admitting he needs help, you assume.
He’s sitting on your bed now, naked from the waist up as you stitch his wounds. He’s been silent the whole time, only offering a wince or grunt every now and then with particularly tender wounds. Right now you’re on your knees as you stitch up a rather deep cut on his upper side, his arms keeping his balance as he leans back on your bed.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask eventually. Pietro’s chest pulls on the stitches just a little as he huffs in annoyance, regretting the action a moment too late.
“If I did, I would be.” He snaps. You raise an eyebrow at him as you begin a new stitch, piercing the skin perhaps a tad less cautious than you had been before.
“Take it easy, speedster. ‘Last time I checked I was the one with the needles in my hand.” You snark. Pietro has nothing more to say to that, instead turning his head away so that he doesn’t have to look at you. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s a bit embarrassed at this whole situation, and you feel a bit bad for him. Out of all the places he could have gone to, there had to be a reason he chose to come here. You just couldn’t tell what that reason was.
You’re gentle while you finish wrapping him in bandages, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes even for a second. When you reach out to brush some dirt off of his face, he finally meets your eyes. He’s a little less guarded than he was before, but the wall between the two of you still remains. There's a quick gust of wind as he moves towards the open window, stopping just before he leaves.
“...Thank you.” He says after a moment, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You smile at him, a warm feeling in your chest. The difference in his attitude was noticeable, and the fact that he was acting even a little less cold with you was reassuring.
“You’re welcome.” You reply, and then he’s gone again, having closed the window behind him this time.
The difference between the two sides of Pietro you saw was so jarring. You were so used to the cocky asshole that spent all his effort in terrorizing you, not the quiet, almost angry, and guarded man that stood before you that night- and the many nights afterward.
The second time he showed up, this time woundless and simply laid on your bed to rant, you were surprised but didn’t mind it. Then it happened again, and again, and then came the board games, the nights of talking endlessly, and the midnight snacking.
And eventually, Pietro started to climb into your bed. He never spoke a word when he did, simply pulling back the covers and pulling you close, pressing his face into the back of your neck. Nights like this were vulnerable, and tender. Quiet. He came to you in need of comfort often, and you were willing to be his safe space for as long as he wanted.
The more he came to you, hurt or angry or sad, the more concerned you became. And you were upfront about it, much to his dismay.
“You know, I get that we’re on two different sides of things- but you know that the school’s doors are always open to those who need it, right?” You ask, late one night after he had crawled into bed by your side. You were facing him, hand curling on the pillow an inch away from his face, fighting the urge to brush his bangs away from his forehead. Immediately, he has a negative reaction to it. He scowls, recoiling away from you as he glares. You know it should hurt worse than it does, but all you can see is the hurt he's feeling right now.
“The last thing I need is for another person to tell me what to do.” He snaps, turning his head away from you as he sits up and runs his hand through his hair, aggravated. You sit up on the bed a little further, almost wanting to reach for him, but you don’t.
“Pietro, You know that’s not what I meant-” You say, softy.
“Does it matter what you meant?” Pietro practically cuts you off. His tone is sharp, and it hurts you for a second. You frown at him- not that he could see it anyway, and the hurt quickly turns to aggravation on your end.
"Yes, it does. I'm not bossing you around, I'm just telling you that the X-men- myself included- are here if you need any help." You huff, watching as he practically rolls his eyes at you and stands, looming over the bed as he turns to look at you.
"The telling part is the problem. Everyone tells me that I could do something, but what they mean is that I should do it." He snaps. You move over to his side of the bed before standing, almost in a challenge. The two of you are now almost uncomfortably close, to the point where you’re sure if you moved an inch your noses would be touching.
"Well, What if that's not what I’m doing but you're just reading it that way?" You say, meeting his gaze. Pietro was never one to back down from a confrontation, especially not one with you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him quite this angry at you before, rocky past be damned.
"So you’re saying I'm overanalyzing?" He says, and you groan at the fact that nothing you said was getting through to him, pushing the palms of your hands into the outer edge of your eye sockets.
"I'm saying that I'm not your dad-"
"And what would you know about my family?!" Pietro yells, and you’re quick to look back up at him, scowling.
"Don't raise your voice at me!” You snap, pushing a finger into his chest. “I know enough to know that your dad controls every aspect of what you do, and that's not fair to you." You tell him.
"Don't pretend that you understand or care about any of that" Pietro says, grabbing ahold of your hand rather tightly. God! You did not understand why he couldn’t get it through his thick fucking skull!
"I do care, Pietro!" The words burst out of you, almost uncontrollably. You slam your other fist into his chest, tears of frustration welling in your eyes as you look at him. His eyes are wide, looking shocked and confused. You’re beginning to lose your fight, leaning against his chest, still somewhat caught in his grip despite the fact that his hold on your hand had become light, and still, it felt confining.
"I may not understand why you do what you do, but I do care about you." Your words come out quieter this time, blinking away those stupid tears that had started to well. Pietro’s eyebrows are furrowed, eyes searching your own, but you don't know what for. The two of you stand there for what feels like forever for both of you speedsters, but was surely more like a split second. You’re still pressed up against his chest, faces so close they could touch.
And then they did.
Pietro is the first to kiss you, leaning in and quickly cupping the back of your neck with his free hand, almost in a possessive manner. Once his thoughts have finally caught up with his actions, he pulls back. He looks at you, wide-eyed at his own actions before you gently pull him back in for another kiss. It only takes a moment to click before he sighs into you, melting into the kiss. His kisses are tender, sweet presses of his lips against your own. After a few long moments, you slowly pull away from him. He rests his forehead against your own, a fond look in his eyes that you were sure you mirrored.
From that night on, his nightly visits to you meant something more than they had in the past.
That didn’t mean that they went unnoticed by others, however, and one day you found yourself being called into the professor's study. Of course you were a little worried, but you were so sure that there was no way anyone could have noticed, right?
Logan is standing next to the professor's desk when you enter the room, frowning with his arms crossed. Professor Xavier on the other hand sits rather calmly, inviting you to sit down. You choose to stand instead, cocking your head at them.
“Wow. What is this, an intervention?” You joke, trying to laugh off the oddness of the situation.
“Yup.” Logan snorts. You shoot him a confused and slightly panicked look that the professor picks up on immediately.
“There’s no need to worry, my dear.” The professor says calmly. “We just had a few concerns about-”
“We know that Magneto’s brat has been sneaking into your room.” You almost flinch at Logan's accusatory tone, bristling with a sudden flash of embarrassment and then anger at him for what he calls Pietro. “I’ve been smelling his scent on you for weeks.” Logan finishes, and you’re so taken aback you don’t know what to say at first, mouth hanging open in shock.
“Easy, Logan.” The professor says, raising an eyebrow at the furry man, but Logan isn’t listening, approaching you with a scowl on his face.
“Have you ever heard the phrase, no fraternizing with the enemy, kid?” He continues, and the close contact has you bristling again, unwilling to back down.
“Logan.” The professor tries again, unsuccessfully.
“Look, the first time he came to me he was injured. I wasn’t going to turn him away.” You finally say, fists clenching as you ignore Logan before looking back at the professor instead.
“I understand that. In fact, I’m thankful that you could be so forgiving towards Pietro, despite the past the two of you share.” The professor states, but his words hardly relieve you.
“Then what is the problem?” You ask, exacerbated by this whole interaction already. Logan seems to be angry that you’re ignoring him but snorts at your question.
“-The problem is that you shouldn’t be letting him in your knickers.” You gasp at Logan's accusation, and the professor looks appalled.
“Logan!” Professor X scolds as you struggle and scrabble for words, now both embarrassed, mortified, and rather flush in the face.
“-Excuse you! We weren’t- we’ve never!” It’s a struggle to finally find your words, and even more embarrassing to be so caught off guard. What kind of asshole accuses someone of that out in the freaking open?! In front of your mentor no less?!
“Sure you haven’t. That’s why your bed doesn’t smell like him.” Logan rolls his eyes, and you refrain from punching him in the face right then and there.
“Well if your stupid nose was as good as you say it is, you would know that we haven't done anything just by the smell!”
“Just because it hasn’t happened now-”
ENOUGH! Both of you! The professor silenced the argument with a single thought. Both you and Logan feel scolded, and yet still bitter about the other. You cross your arms in a bit of a defensive manner ad the two of you turn back to face the professor.
“This was never supposed to be an argument, simply a conversation.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You scoff at that, sending a pointed look in Logan’s direction.
“Well maybe, Logan should learn to stay out of my business!” You say, only for the professor to hold his hand up for you to stop, simply hoping both you and Logan would quit continuing to dig this hole deeper and deeper.
“I’ve heard enough.” Professor X states. “We were simply concerned about the nature of the relationship between the two of you, seeing that you have been growing closer. I know your mind, and I trust you to stay by the X-men’s side.”
“Then what is this?” You ask, the words coming out as more of a whisper. Logan sighs, looking regretful but ever the stubborn ass. He looks at you again moving to where he can lean against the professor’s desk again.
“... Look, Kid. we just don’t want you to get hurt. Anything between you and Pietro isn’t going to end well.” Logan says. You feel a little more understanding of him now, but only a bit, with him back to acting like he normally did. He was always an older brother figure to you, but that did not give him the right to air out your business, even if the professor could find out everything that had been happening with the barest glimpse into your mind. Still, you scowl just slightly at Logan, looking away from him. He sighs again, and with a nod from the professor, leaves the room. The professor nods you over to him, wheeling his way towards the bookshelf with one particular photo on it. One of him and Magento in their college days.
“You are an adult. I cannot stop you from making your own decisions.” The professor starts. You find yourself tracing the features of the young Erik, finding the image of Pietro in every part of his father's face. The professor looks at you, and all he can see is a face so similar to his own. “I too, understand what it is like to hold affection for someone so distantly aligned from you. It’s due to that understanding that I worry for you. I…” The professor trails off and you turn to look at him with a frown. You knew. You know. The two of you are so different from each other, but surely that didn’t mean you would be enemies forever? He wouldn’t hurt you in the way that Magneto had hurt the professor so many times before… would he? Professor Xavier reaches out to take your hand in both of his own, squeezing it reassuringly.
“Just be careful, my dear.”
“I understand, professor.”
i dunno anatomy and i don't care!
AAAAHHHHH I LOVEEE
All of the Elden Ring travel posters so far....! I think Haligtree and Siofra are my favourites... which ones do you like best?
Also they're all for sale as lovely lovely prints!! HERE!
hahaha I just found out that a blog can be written in several languages... I'm a little dumb, sorry... but! Now the blog will be in two languages. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s cool!
хахаха Я только что узнала, что блог можно вести на нескольких языках... Я немного туплю, извините... но! Теперь блог будет на двух языках. Не знаю, как вы, а я считаю, что это круто!
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Rot in Paradise is a short 2D horror visual novel set in October of Australia, following the story of a vacationist named June and her friends on a weekend getaway at an island resort where they have no choice but to go with the tides.
🚱 Development & Story & Graphics 🚱 :: RachelDrawsThis :: @ekrixart
🌊 Composer & Sound Designer 🌊 :: BellKalengar
🍹 Features 🍹 :: 90+ CGs and 6 maps :: Character-driven story with 3.5k+ of dialogue :: Original soundtrack
⛴️ Estimated Play Time ⛴️ :: 40 Minutes
⚓ NUMBER OF ENDINGS ⚓ :: 2
Reblogs and tips are greatly appreciated!
my blog is about to turn one month old. I need to think about something interesting to do on May 16...
but for now...
let's take a closer look at moving between SPs!
(part 2)
In the previous part, we looked at moving between SPs on a multiverse scale. but today we will look specifically at moving between two SPs. (and yes, I decided to draw in @miracle-negative (really cool guyl) style, because I was in the mood only for these doodles)
well, it's simple. Save can move between any SPs, without any special restrictions or debuffs. all items in the inventory are saved, including those in the bag.
in addition, Save can move things with them that they have in their hands (this is not actually the concept of "in inventory", by the way).
yes, that's how I drew it, on their heads. why? I dunnoooooo...
(cuz it's classic)
Save can also move living creatures with them if desired.
note: no Froggit was harmed during the experiment.
aaaaaand... uhh... that's probably the end of it.
the topic of moving between SPs is almost completely explained!
of course, I might have missed something, but as for me, this topic is understandable and disclosed.
and according to the classics, I ask you not to forget to ask questions and also not to forget about ask Save.
have a good day.
bonus: me who writing (and drawing) this all.
well... I don't look well-cared... eh! doesn't matter.
Bill post
The pyramid Steve here is it the same one from the steve was there au (sadly, I drew him before I saw it:(()
I had fun drawing all of your guys’ bills! :D
Credits from top left to bottom right:
Blind bill by @localcanadiancreature62
Un bob word puzzle (Benjamin word puzzle) and bob word puzzle (un Bill Cipher) by Jalenstarrsmore on YouTube
Toon-like Bill by DECIPHERISM on on Twitter/X
Will Cipher design by @auminii
Bill Cipher By Alex Hirsch (with slight changes to the design by me)
Deity Bill Cipher by @fazfuri
Nightmare Bill Cipher by Alex Hirsch
Unnamed Bill by me/ @wind-tail (based off of my human design)
Lynx Bill Cipher by me / @wind-tail
Mr. Bill Pines by @honeqq
Will Cipher by the fandom (can’t find the og creator)
Kill Cipher by Buryooo (ignore the credits on the physical art)
Theraprisim Bill from The Book of Bill
Handyman Bill Cipher by @handymanbill
Cat bill by me/ @wind-tail
Fox Bill by @wolfythewitch
Pyramid Steve has no creator, as far as I could tell (possibly also Alex?)
And lastly, Simple bill, by @orxinus
now, do i personally believe that maya and franziska would actively try to get phoenix and edgeworth together? not really. BUT. i don't see the harm in people writing scenarios in which they would? ik this sounds silly since maya and franziska wingmaning is one of the more popular ace attorney fic tropes, but i feel like recently i've seen a lot of hate towards and and i don't understand why!
think of it this way: maya is phoenix's best friend and like pseudo little sister, they're extremely close, and i'm pretty sure she teases him about his love life AT LEAST once in canon (it could be more, or i could've completely made this up, but i've played the trilogy enough where if i tried i could probably find an example but it's late and i'm tired). anyway with that said, why WOULDN'T she care about them getting together? she's shown in the first game to be pretty invested in "the deal with [nick] and edgeworth" her words, not mine. i'm not one to speak on later games because i honestly haven't touched them in over two years and even then they were a complete blur and i forgot everything except that edgeworth looked really ugly from the front. but. if my memory serves me i don't think their dynamic changed much? i can't see her caring AS much at 28 as she would at 17, because obviously she's grown and matured, but i don't think she'd be completely uninterested like some people say. maybe she wouldn't be wearing comical disguises to spy on them, but i could see her encouraging nick, or idk just telling trucy stuff about their old cases to stir something up.
i think the franziska side of things is where i'm a little more understanding, but also not really. on one hand, i get that she's very well put together and mature seeming. on the other hand, that's only how she SEEMS. i won't get into a whole franziska analysis because this post is already longer than i wanted and no one wants to hear me ramble about her, but she's not really as mature as she seems. anyway, would she care THAT much? the answer may surprise you!
now think of it THIS way: edgeworth is franziska's little brother. despite how she acts sometimes she obviously loves him dearly, and would (probably) just want him to be happy, with whatever foolishness it may endure. phoenix wright is franziska's sworn enemy. she can't stand him and feels as though he has personally wronged her before they even met. absolutely hates his guts (except for when they investigate together then they can be friends). franziska is incredibly smart, but she's clearly not the best emotionally. even with that, though, she seems to understand how important edgeworth is to phoenix ("earthquake blah blah blah" "are you thinking of miles edgeworth blah blah blah"). she kind of just accepts this, even though it implies that phoenix (a man he only recently reconnected with) would be on a similar level of emotional connection as his sister. maybe she doesn't think much about it though. she's just like sure whatever you're his most dear and indispensable friend i don't care anymore. do people really think that, if somehow she came to the conclusion that edgeworth had feelings for phoenix she wouldn't care in any way??? i'm not saying it'd necessarily be positive and all "you go girlfriend!", but to say she wouldn't CARE is so wild. she'd probably be furious, and so maybe she wouldn't wingman. but she does CARE about her brother, and honestly if it were presented to her on the right way she probably would wingman. one "hey franziska. i bet you can't make your brother get with phoenix wright. if they get together without your guidance then that basically means edgeworth beat you btw" and she's suddenly invested. (dramatized, but you get the point)
tldr; maya and franziska are not so nonchalant and cool that they wouldn't care about one of the most significant people in their lives having feelings for their courtroom rival of over a decade. that is all.
@insecurebee Is that really you?
Trial 2 - 015 Memory report
Record no.5
The first time we meet, he looks messed up, and when I approach closer, it's seen that he's crying, so I joke with tenderness in my hoarse voice — I don't want to see someone pretty like this crying, and I sit there near him, and, maybe, my mere presence can calm him down a little bit — an unknown person. I can't touch, I can't ask, the most that is able to be done — share the pain in silence, solitude, with which the air is filled... The second time we meet, he already looks annoyed, and I can't help but find it funny — no way, so soon? Give me a chance! Actually, he looks messed up every day, every time that we meet. I don't want you to be hurt anymore... Let's talk about the little things, and hang out together, when you have spare time from being beaten up by someone else. I'm sorry, wording it like this makes me nauseous. You must be tired way too much, so rest in my arms when you feel comfortable enough. Cold, cold. why would you go away ¿ ? . Actually, the first time we met, I immediately continued: But it's not that your appearance is the only thing that catches my attention, it is just the instant thought that came to my mind, to maybe reassure you a bit — because I'm a nice enough person, I don't give much importance to appearance. Why did I approach, then, it's only that, that... I felt lonely, I guess... why would you want to go away don't leave me here don't leave me here don't leave me here_$+??---(&$$_¥£-$$#€¢¥ππ÷{}}}¶=}¶×^|¢×
Record no.6
I wouldn't like to be no more than a marble wall... If you complain about the people close to you yet go back before I even come up with an answer, what is that supposed to mean? I'd prefer a reply. Ahh? You really hate being treated nicely, huh? Oh, no, no. I can't return to the bad habits. It's the biggest honor for someone to consider me a refuge. I'm sorry I failed. I wanted to save you. It's a pity. You didn't deserve my kindness in the first place. I mean, if I haven't seen you up until then, who's to say you ever existed? Though, when I wake up, it feels a bit lonely still. How was it... No... It's not like I can remember… The white of the school's fence… It was noisy, and my whole body went cold… I just didn't want to die. It's a crime to get your life spared when you don't want to live either.
Record no.7
Am I weird for that? I wake up and I can't breathe. Are my words off? If merely my indifference can be harmful, I've got no way to live… Anyone can see, those who haven't noticed yet are soon to stop being quiet, and those who have noticed choose to not tell out of politeness. I have no excuses, so don't tell me. I'm tired of excuses, so stop asking me. You must be thinking I'm too superficial, a soft yet cold shell, or maybe you're thinking how to benefit yourself with my existence, or both, I don't know, I don't hear my words nor see my actions — so I can't guess what would be your response, the way you see me. — I wish you could be in a better place. We were standing in some distant corner of the campus. I was holding his hand in my hands and looking into his eyes that were staring down. — Me too. Yet we aren't born lucky enough. He probably wanted me to say, at least, “I wish I could take you out of there”. But I can't stand making empty promises anymore; I've lost count of them, I'm unable to bear the disgust. My words are capable of anesthetizing the pain, yet not healing; when the effect wears off, people realize all their bones were broken this whole time, and it's my fault, my fault. I don't hate you. I don't want to hate you. it's not your fault that I’m a weird one; you're an innocent soul that ended up in a way too cruel world. After I get beaten up by my own weeping enough, let me try again. I wake up and I can't breathe. I don't rebel against the rules. I was always told that lies are bad; I’ve seen the way they get both the liar and those around them into trouble. So I've decided, if I can't say something with utmost confidence, I'd rather stay quiet — I don't want to cause even more pain, anymore. I don't want the other’s pain to be my fault. Even so, holding my hands over his, I take a deep breath; my words, cold and sweet and slightly biting like the taste of mint, are melting into the spring air: I've been as quiet as I could, and never allowed myself to feel hate for you — even so, why, why are you — I wish I could take you out of there. —why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me?
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another day, another slay, for mia fey
Another fresh batch of Mia gifs
Gold. Hand. Again
i think i should post more of my Sketch Book Doodels.even if they are old It Is Okay!
also the horizontal rat in the bottom left corner is rhe fankid i have like 3-4 pages worth of info on them if anyone wans ta hear it
SPHERE MEETUP LESGO
+ closeups:
keep in mind this is all the spheres THAT IM AWARE OF... if i missed any or you js want me to add your own sphere then lmk
each of the spheres from left to right:
1st is canon A sphere 2nd is my personal design of A sphere 3rd is canon spherius 4th is my personal design of spherius 5th is canon sphere 6th sphere from my own adaptation 7th sphere by @beep-beep-beep-beep-beep 8th sphere by @meloncholicmonosodium 9th sphere by @vanchovvy 10th sphere by @astro-cattus 11th sphere by @invertedshroom 12th sphere by @katiekatdragon27 13th sphere by @mark-demolition 14th sphere by @cosmocosmiccosmivech
sorry for the tagging everyone!! just needed to credit... lol.. also hope you guys dont mind me drawing your spheres hAHA tried to draw them as accurate as i could
they were all very fun to draw!! i love the flatland community man. i get to see how they give character to literal shapes