Hermit Crabs Named!

Hermit Crabs Named!

We’ve got our winners! My five hermit crabs are finally named. Introducing

Leonardo DaPinchi

Pinch-casso

Curry

Deca

Herman

Thank you everyone that participated in the naming contest!! ❤️🐚🦀

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Send me ❤️ and I will bold all that applies to your muse.

(Lia for EZ~)

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

ϟ (from EZ, for Lia)

Send me ϟ for my muse to tell yours the story behind one of their scars.

“A first lesson in combat. Our instructor believed in learning in action. It was considered a “low threat” simulation but still, even those could be...dangerous. I did not protect myself properly and got caught with a knife edge.”

Lia traced a finger across her bare abdomen, a scar running diagonal from her side to above the belly button.

“I learned fast. No mercy was to be given in practice, because the field would be unforgiving. One mistake will be your last.”

-flips table as hands are thrown in the air-

FINALLY I’M DECLARING HIM DONE.

Meet Stolas the Second, the father of both Caleb and Engel in the Son of Ink AU. He was a first generation born toon from a created toon named “Prince” Stolas, or Stolas the First.

More will be revealed about him in near future sketches and doodles, as well as his son Caleb.

Stolas name and origins inspired from Prince Stolas in demonology and related texts.

Pose inspired from this.

Detailed, Spooky but Entertaining Dream

Sometimes when I dream, they are quite elaborate and brimming with detail. Last night was one of those dreams and was likely my unconscious playing around with the circus au my friend and I have previously discussed.

The dream was dark, except for the circus itself. Literally, everything surrounding the outside of the circus hung in a grey like depression, where life, color, and chaos bloomed among the tents and carnival. It was more like a small town than a circus. Buildings of different shops and winding pathways with tents and stands lining the streets like booths.

But this wasn’t the only circus. In fact it was surprisingly considered “average” and “mediocre”. While wandering among the buildings and tents two figures approached chastising the circus. They called it fake, false magic with smoke and mirrors. This couple than gloated about a true circus where your greatest dreams and nightmares became reality.

For whatever reason a lot of my dreams involve a song or tune? Which like a Disney movie, blooms the scene into something unexpected and spectacular. This couple went on about singing about the circus they come from, and as they lead you out of the carnival town a large single building upon a hill came into view. It was dark and eerie looking against the dark sky and gray laden ground.

However, stripped sheets began to rise up upon the sides of this building, appearing in sections. As the sheets rose the building itself sank down into the ground, it’s darkened windows beginning to eliminate red. In the buildings place now rose an impressive tent that could almost be called a mansion. And when one entered, it was like stepping into a tent from Harry Potter. A whole circus city lay in wait, a mix of stunning beauty and underlying darkness that crept at the edges of the tents. It truly was an impressive dream to have.

Going through my art file of Lucid from 2 years ago. I haven’t drawn this dork in ages (he’s in real need of a makeover HURR).