Ketchup and Mustard

anyone wanna suggest prompts for a family of vampires and one of them and their S/O?

Ignore how janky the bottom is for now, I’m not done sketching it lol. But It’s getting there! First traditional art in this artbook. Further edits will be made on all of these when I digitalize them.

We’ve got Paul in the Jack of Diamonds, the Magician. And that is some banging hair lmao. Best hair I’ve done to date. Most likely. lmao

Marko in the Queen of hearts, the Fool. He looks like Billy(?) from stranger things. Not my plan and not to please about that but hopefully once he gets a face, background, and color It’ll change. Might even slim him down a lot too.

Dwayne as the King of Clubs, out High Priestess. (No sketch of him just yet lol, still picking his pose.)

And Finally, David, our Ace of Spades. I’m still hashing the proportions and body outline out before adding clothes.

🔟:  How many active muses do you have in total?

🔜:  Are there any muses you want to add, but aren’t sure about?

👪:  Are any relationships between your muses? (friends, family, enemies, etc.)

🌠:  From what you know of my muse, which of your muses would you recommend me to play with and why?

🎊:  Which is your favorite muse?

🎭:  With which of your muses can you identify the most?

💬:  Write a banter between two of your muses. (Bonus: Sender chooses which muses)

👄:  Which of your muses would probably get sexual with each other, if they met?

💀:  Which of your muses would probably fight each other if they met?

🐞:  Which is your most childish muse?

🐢:  Which is your most mature muse?

👻:  Which is your most mischievous muse?

🐜:  Which of your muses is the most clever/intelligent/educated one?

🐌:  Which of your muses is the least clever/intelligent/educated one?

👰:  Which of your muses would you date?

💥:  Which of your muses would you fight with?

🐩:  Which of your muses is the most loyal?

🐑:  Which of your muses is the most peaceful/friendly one?

🐦:  Which of your muses is the vainest?

🐎:  Which of your muses is the fastest?

🐮:  Which of your muses is the strongest?

🐷:  Which of your muses is the naughtiest?

🐺:  Which of your muses is the most unsocial?

🐹:  Which of your muses is the smallest?

rave wildling!seeker

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

He couldn’t. Not with his spark and all that had been done to it and to keep him alive. He wasn’t even sure if he could create another bond beyond what bonds he already had. “I need to get back to Bread. If - I had to leave my Bread and I came here to see you. Do it make me chose because neither of us want me to make that choice.”

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

“It’s been a long time, Sun. I’ve got some deep scars now. Some I’m not ready to chat about, some that’s better never spoken about, and some that’s just - others wouldn’t be able to understand.”

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

“It’s been a long time, Sun. I’ve got some deep scars now. Some I’m not ready to chat about, some that’s better never spoken about, and some that’s just - others wouldn’t be able to understand.”

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

@yellowlxmbo

Sideswipe whistled a fairly merry time for someone with mismatched armor and who was supposed to be offline. Mecha gawped at him as he walked around as if he wasn’t a miracle breathing. Well I’m the sense of it being a miracle he was /alive/. “Heyya mech, where would I find Sunny?”

Said mech had their nose buried in a data pad and didn’t even look up, hence why his jaw didn’t just drop like the rest Sides had asked and got nothing but shocked silence from. “Sunstreaker? Last I heard he was in the medbay for his check up with Ratchet.”

“Thanks mech!” Sides beamed at him before jogging off.

Datapad lowering the mech seemed to finally process who he’d just spoken with. Confusion flitted over his face plates as he turned to look and saw… no one. “I think I need to recharge and fuel. I’m seeing mecha that aren’t here.” Shaking his head he turned and turned towards the mess hall.

Sideswipe having turned a corner kept his jog up no longer asking for directions now that he knew. Entering the medbay he saw Ratchet cursing while looking over someone’s data on a pad. “Leave it on the desk, Teebs. Thanks.”

Sideswipe hummed in acknowledgement and walked further into the suit. Ratchet, thinking he was Teebs with something, never bothered to look up. His only patient was Sunstreaker and with the foul mood the artist was in, no one would visit him. Especially as his own visit wasn’t a big worry and just a check up and scan.

Ratchet turned sighing, "I don't think that will work... be short and just hold him alright? Primus knows he needs it." A servo guides Sideswipe back to the curtian. Pulling it back Sunstreakers fighting Ambulon trying to get up from his spot. Yelling, "I saw him you can't lie t-"

He had to put Sunny before himself again. Had to create a lie or two about himself to make it seem like he was trying to hill out for himself and not for the sake of Sunstreaker. This was how he’d always been, back when he’d been an Autobot. He’d put everyone else first, making it seem like he wanted something that he didn’t care about because he knew other people wanted but wouldn’t take care of it themselves.