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Neon light art for ArtFight.
Keita the accursed star mage, felt fitting for a Stardust theme! https://artfight.net/attack/8465153.stardust
a glowy admiraptor with funky uneven horns https://artfight.net/attack/8302096.neon-wyrm
lion lass https://artfight.net/attack/8248999.neon-shani @purple-winged-angel
cryptid aquarium gift shop haunter https://artfight.net/attack/8307884.liminal-haunt
Labrea's frienemy Arianwyn https://artfight.net/attack/8378535.mistress-of-silver-and-swords
Read this, I love it!!
Warriors World #2 - Clawface
Clawface is a scrawny, battle-scarred brown tom with yellow eyes. Before joining ShadowClan, he was a kittypet who went by the name of Moor. His mother, Sonya, would always tell him that he was named after the place she met their father seasons ago. Moor, alongside his brother Night, would listen to the tales Sonya told of their father: how he would visit every greenleaf to see her, how he spent time with the wild cats on the moor, and how he went on many adventures throughout his lifetime. Moor admired this mysterious tom, idolizing him to an extraordinary degree. Sonya always told her two sons that just before they were born, their father had promised to come back and take the two kits on adventures of their own. Moor eagerly awaited the day his father would return and he would finally be able to see the world he was so curious about.
“Boys, I need to talk to you… It’s about your father…”
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Orion's belt and sword
Credit - astrofalls ( Bray falls)
Friendly Neighborhood Criminals
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides
Summary: Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.
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Patton can't quite figure out how he ended up here.
Well, he knows he's in his apartment. He had saved up for months just to afford the deposit. And the landlord had been so sweet to take a chance on him with his credit, or lack thereof. Now he has a space of his own, a one bedroom with hardwood floors he can slip and slide on socked feet. He can go to the fridge when he wants and not be yelled at for eating the food or drinking the water.
And sometimes! Sometimes a black and white kitty cat roams the front steps. Patton's fairly certain it belongs to one of the neighbors, and she wears a collar. He's not supposed to pet cats because of his allergies, but he likes to let her rub her sides against his pants leg while he talks to her. It's nice because she doesn't tell him to shut up or tell him he's stupid or call him ungrateful.
This apartment is his new chance at life. A slice of freedom. And he's proud of it.
But then one night, three men break into his apartment. They probably think he isn't there because there is no vehicle parked in his one assigned spot. Owning a car seems light-years away in terms of money. It's not like he really needs one either! He has a bus pass and two legs to walk on!
Regardless, the three men break into his apartment, picking the locked front door, and they come in uninvited to see his apartment that he is very proud of.
His apartment that has no furniture.
"What the fuck?" Patton hears one of them say. As soon as he heard them picking the lock, he panicked and cowered behind the bedroom door. He huddles now on the other side, peeking out the crack and scared that closing it will make too much noise.
"Is this one empty?" another asks. They walk into the center of the small living area. It's an open space that melds into the kitchen, separated only by a short island counter.
"No, I've seen a guy coming in and out. Someone's been living here."
"Maybe they just moved out?"
"No, I just saw him earlier today. There haven't been any moving vans."
"Uh, bedroom then?"
"Oh God," Patton shudders in fright. He knows he's not supposed to think the worst in people, but these guys came in without permission with clearly bad intentions. What if they are looking for him? What if they want to hurt him? Or kidnap him? They had obviously been watching him for some time.
"Maybe. Let's check it out."
Terror slams into him. He throws himself away from the door and spins in the middle of the bedroom, searching for any place to hide. But there isn't one. There are no curtains, no bed to crawl under. There is a blanket on the floor with a pillow. He's been saving up for an air mattress as his next goal. He's been looking forward to sleeping on something somewhat soft.
The tiny closet has no room to hold him, and the window jams up nine times out of ten. They'll hear him if he attempts pushing the pane up and–
The door creaks as it sways open. Three men stare at a scattered-brain mess.
"Oh shit, he's here!"
"I thought you said he left!"
"I thought he did!"
Patton can't take it anymore. He throws up his hands and screams, "Please don't kill me! I can give you my wallet. There's not much in there, I'm sorry. Just please don't kill me!"
"Dude, is that where you sleep?" one of them gestures to the blanket pile on the floor.
Sniffling back tears, Patton responds, "Do you want my blankets? You can have them."
"Do you seriously live here, or are you squatting?" another says. He's wearing a hat. It's a very nice hat and Patton would tell him so if he wasn't about to pee his pants.
"I live here....it's my apartment."
"There's no shame if you're squatting. We won't tell anyone. Do what you gotta do."
A hysterical giggle tumbles out his lips. Patton shakes his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. "No, it's my place, I pay for it, I swear."
"You mean you live like this?" This one wears a dark hooded jacket, hood up.
"Y-yeah?" Patton stammers. He can't understand why they're so hung up on where he lives.
"This is..." the third one strokes his mustache, "Yeah, I can't even make fun of this. This is just sad."
"Do you have food in your fridge?" the hat guy demands. "Please tell me you at least have food in your fridge."
"Uh....uh... yes? Are you hungry?"
In answer, the hat guy strides with angry purpose into the kitchen. Patton can't see him from this angle anymore, but he hears the fridge open.
"There's literally only spaghetti in here!"
"It's...it's cheap to make." Patton doesn't know why he's explaining himself. Had he known that three men were going to break into his apartment, should he have prepared better meals for them?
"Can I have some?" the guy with the mustache asks, only to be cuffed by the hoodie guy.
"Dude, not the issue here."
"Why is there only pasta?!! Why don't you have any tables or TVs or a fucking bed?!!!"
The hat guy had gone past the boiling point. He hollers and slams cabinet doors like no tomorrow. Patton flinches and remembers too vividly of the atmosphere before the apartment. Before he was safe.
"I'm sorry," Patton defaults to how he's supposed to respond. He has been bad and he has to make amends. The tears overflow now and he can't get his shaking hands to wipe the wet streaks away. "I'm so sorry!"
"Oh shit, he's breaking. Virge, do something?"
"What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not mentally equipped for this!"
"Janny!!"
The hat guy comes whirling back with all the fury of a storm. His shoulders heave. A gloved finger points straight at Patton.
"You!" he roars. Well, it's more like a hiss, but it sounds like a roar to Patton's sensitive ears.
"I'm sorry!"
"You have nothing to apologize for! Obviously, society has let you down. This is unforgivable. Deplorable! You deserve better than this."
"I do?" Patton questions, glasses askew and eyes wide.
"Yes. Come boys, we're leaving."
"Wait, why? Where?" Virge exclaims, waving his hands back and forth at everything and nothing at all. "What are we doing? This isn't the plan."
"New plan! Operation Do-It-Ourselves commences now."
And that is how Patton finds himself standing outside his apartment the next morning watching the three theives from last night moving furniture into his apartment.
He doesn't question if the furniture is stolen. He doesn't ask why they're going through so much trouble. He doesn't ever call the police.
He watches them bicker as they wedge a sofa through the door. He mumbles an answer when they politely ask him which wall he wants it pushed against. He eats the breakfast sandwiches that they brought him, and he feels like he's having an out of body experience.
Janus, the hat guy, directs the other two with confident authority. Virgil, the hoodie-clad one, fills up the fridge with groceries. Remus, the man with the mustache, shoves a mattress into the bedroom.
"What's happening?" Patton mutters to himself later. He thinks he's being quiet enough, but Remus hears him and throws an arm over his shoulder.
"Janus has adopted you. This is how it starts. It's best to just go with it."
Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.
"No Stellar! ... Not like this..."
For you!!!!! Phantom of the Opera AU!!!
(This is the end of the sword fight scene, btw)
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And since you asked so nicely, a sneak peak of an animatic I'm working on for the AU!
SIDEROMANCY
[noun]
divination by the stars.
Etymology: from Latin sīdus, sideris, “constellation”, from sídēros, “iron” + Greek manteía, “divination”. Also astromancy.
[Shelia L.]
It's like 3am and insomnia is kicking my ass so...another text prompt.
From Star to Eddie once again
[TEXT] - are you awake?
[TEXT] - i miss you so much.
[eddie]: yeah
[eddie]: missed me?
[eddie]: you’re going to see me tomorrow, Star
…..
[eddie]: guess it can’t be helped.
[eddie]: leave your window open, I’m coming.
I'mma be honest...I just really wanted to draw Star's ass.
Eddie: @xoxoalette
here we go again 🚶🏽♀️
from Starla to Eddie ofc. you can do one or both idk 💜
' concept: we’re both awake at 4 a.m. i call you to hear your sleepy voice. '
' I forget who & where i am when we kiss. '
"Man you're corny," Eddie speaks softly, his voice husky from having to just wake up so late in the night to answer Starla's call. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips though, and if Starla listened closely, she could pick up the slight southern drawl that came out every time he was tired. "Is that what you wanted to call me for huh? You even timed it perfectly."
Finally got around to doing these
Diva & Eddie: @xoxoalette
Something quick I made while writing a paper. Take her breath away in her canopy bed 💜
Eddie: @xoxoalette
redoing my intro posts for Star and Yue since I’ve updated their looks a bit. here’s Starla's<3
some miscellaneous stuff about Star
she's honestly so Mitsuri Kanroji coded (ex. emotional, passionate, cheerful, etc.)
people often think she's coming to class high cause she's always really out of it, but she just gets like no sleep. she'd never show up to class high, she'd get too nervous about it being noticeable.
speaking of weed, she'll take edibles on rare occasion, but she won't smoke anything or vape (the smell of weed/tobacco bothers her sensitive nose and she just doesn't care for vaping).
she taught Yue how to ride a motorcycle, but it's not her main mode of transportation anymore, mostly due to limitations caused by her clothes.
she collects crystals, but honestly it's just cause she thinks they're pretty.
she has a black cat named jellybean that she got as a gift from Yue
she smells like honey and peaches <3
she's always carrying her lipgloss (it's passionfruit flavored) and a pack of fruity gum on her.
she's really good at shooter games, has eerily good aim.
Eddie - @xoxoalette
he hates her guys, he swears.
quick sketches based on that one audio that’s like “I hate Summer”
Eddie - @xoxoalette
Happy Birthday Diva and Eddie!! <3
Diva | Eddie
they’re back <3
Diva and Eddie belong to @xoxoalette
quick sketches in my brief spare time
Diva and Eddie belong to @xoxoalette of course <3
uncontrollable laughter followed by the phrase "you're a dork" is the greatest thing you can ever hear.
you will not change my mind
I'm back with a mermaid au where Eddie is Star and Yue’s handler and Diva visits with the sole purposes of gossiping with Star and climbing into Yue’s tank when no one is looking 🩷 happy mermay 🫶🏼
Eddie and Diva: @xoxoalette
(btw I somehow ended up giving Yue and Star red and pink eyes respectively. plus i figured out that what was bothering me about Yue’s hair, there was too much blue. so now he only the longer mullet part of his hair is blue)