HELLO EVERYONE!! @c00kietin here!! (<- I follow + like from here)
RULES!! First off all the obvious NO REPOSTING OR USING MY ART FOR AI TRAINING- AND NO MDNI/PROSHIP ACCOUNTS INTERACT PLEASE
The blog will mainly be for my ocs, whether they're drawn by me or others, and maybe other types of posts that remind me of my ocs + drawing/writing tips and stuff.
so, you can probably guess but I'd prefer if you wouldn't @ the blog with tag games or send in one of those ask games.
and usual dni obviously. I block people who make me uncomfortable.
Maybe roleplay will be allowed?? not great at it but if others want to with their ocs to me then I don't mind :D
I'm sort of iffy on my oc x someone else's oc, but you may ask if you want to!! I won't be offended.
BEFORE I FORGET- suggestive comments on my ADULT characters are okay (some are exceptions to this but I'll let ya know) such as "hear me out" "smash" etc etc just don't tell me anything too detailed lol
no need to ask if you want to draw my oc!! just tag me or send in the art through ask so I can see it!! no NSFW stuff though please.
Some of my characters have more warnings than others, Tenebris and Roxie in particular- since, you know, murder and cults. Please tell me if I forget to tag something!
Generally, my content may contain bright colours, slight suggestiveness (or what I consider it to be) and violence.
I'm okay with inspo, but please don't copy or steal my characters!! I'm sure you knew that already though.
please feel free to ask about my characters anytime! I am more than happy to respond <33
@br1ttan33 and @r0xx13 have their own accounts now!
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here's a little writing piece that i did today which i thought was fun . <3
Anything can be evil if you try hard enough!
Take an average day in your life. You're most likely living a goody-goody two shoes sort of life, that children and hopeful people would look up to.
Which is boring.
If you're NOT living that way, I'm not quite sure why you picked up this excellent, brilliant, amazing book on how to be like me, the most cruel and villainous warlord on this planet, but I do appreciate you giving money to me. All proceeds go to the creation of my mega death laser. I also have a GoFundMe if you want to help my cause in destroying the world.
Now, being evil! It comes naturally for somebody like me. I wake up evilly. I kiss my darling spouse "good morning" evilly. I make and eat my breakfast evilly. I leave my house evilly. Everything I do is laced with malevolence- and it's a brilliant lifestyle! I understand why you, dear reader, would want to be like me. Everybody that I've asked at gunpoint does!
It's funny how I'm being...nice, by telling you how to NOT be nice. I'm giving away my top tips to you. That's the first step to becoming evil- never share your tips of the trade. Why do you think magicians are like that? Because they never reveal their secrets!
okay im just gonna post these here because i want to share her because I've been thinking of her nonstop but everytime i draw her it just feels off. flops to the floor
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small oc story I'm yet to title. It's about Arthur <3
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Arthur wasn't where he belonged. He was certain of that. The flourishing green woods he woke up in seemed... lifeless. His ears couldn't pick up the noise of people bustling, or the clanging of metal, or the talking and arguing he lived his life surrounded by.
It was too quiet here.
He checked his reflection in a little stream he strolled past. He was still his disconcerting, lion self anyway - that didn't change. His giant, golden wings were still on his back, useless as ever. If only he were able to fly above these tall trees and look for signs of his homeland again.
Surely, the kingdom would be looking for him? They would certainly need him for the war brewing up against those..."evil ones" as his Majesty would call them, up north. To make use of himself for his allies though, he needed to get out of here and find them first.
Despite the uneasiness he felt in the new environment, Arthur marched on through hedges of green and weaved through towering oaks and birches. The further he progressed through the forest, he began hearing the singing of birds high above him. Dunnocks, he believed.
Hearing them reminded him of how hungry he was. His stomach was in agony, now that he thought about it- it wasn't usual of Arthur to forget food time. Sources of said food seemed to be fairly barren, though. Of course, there were plenty of leafy greens, as well as a couple of small, red berries and mushrooms about the area, but he would only eat those as a last resort.
He craved something a bit... fleshier.
He stared back up at the dunnocks again. They continued to twirl and dance about in the sky, chirping their tunes.
"Eh... it'll have to do." Arthur thought to himself.
It was no mutton or beef, but there weren't much appetising options for him to choose from.
Despite his powerful reputation of athleticism and strength, climbing wasn't his strong suit. It wasn't a skill he thought he would particularly need in battle. He was far from small and nimble, as was evident by his meager attempt at climbing a nearby tree.
The fluttering birds were within his grasp for a second, unphased by the lurking winged lion by their side. Giving the tree as tight of a hug as he could muster, he slowly released a paw off the bark to grab at one of the dunnocks. In a flurry of movements, they flew right out of his grasp. Arthur let go of the tree in a panicking flurry, instantly regretting his actions.
He now found himself lying in the earthy soil, in more pain than before.
"Those stupid birds didn't even look tasty..." he grumbled.
He spent some more time flat on the ground, until remembering he was still hungry, then resumed his search for a meal.
The sky turned deep shades of navy the further Arthur progressed. Exhaustion was creeping in on him. On his journey thus far, he had encountered and eaten a shrew- not nearly enough to keep him fed. He very seriously considered eating leaves, out of desperation to eat.
He felt weaker with each heavy-footed step, and he felt disappointed- disappointed in how pathetically feeble he was without anyone around, in the realisation how he relied so heavily on the servants and maids, and the people that had been always been by his side at every waking moment, fulfilling his every need.
How could he ever protect those he cared so dearly about, if he could barely keep himself alive?
It was then when he smelled smoke in the distance.
Something was cooking. His entire self perked up at the sound of humming- the kind that came from a human. The sounds and the smells drove him forward with hopeful anticipation, a feeling he thought he would never experience in this place.
He could feel his tail swish behind him as he approached the source of his attraction. He quickened his pace upon spotting the welcoming flames of a roaring fire far ahead of him.
Covered by shrubbery, he decided to keep himself hidden, just in case the person humming was an opponent of the kingdom. One could never be too certain as to where the enemy could be.
...Whoever this person was, they didn't look like an enemy. They weren't well dressed or protected, lacking armour or clothing to denote their place in the hierarchy. Their hair was long, damp and unkempt, and they smelled very salty. Perhaps they were a serf, who wandered into the forest to gather things to eat and got lost?
Arthur figured the likelihood of them being dangerous was low, before emerging from the bushes to introduce himself. He flashed an overly wide grin at them, already panting from excitement. His shrunken pupils remained focused on their mildly alarmed face.
"Hey! Hi there! I'm Arth- I'm Arthur! What's ya name?"
They scrunched their nose and narrowed their eyes.
"Where...are you from?" they questioned.
Oh. They sounded... different. Arthur had never heard of that type of voice before. They must have had not been familiar with his voice either, judging by their confusion.
"They aren't scared yet though! That's a start," he thought.
"I'm... I'm from Arilden! Don't ya know, hah!" he waved his paw dismissively, giving them a glance.
"Don't know that place. Is that north?" The human asked while checking on the food they were cooking.
Arthur was going to respond with concern until he picked up the scent of fish from the fire.
"Food! You- y-you got food! Food! Food-!" he nearly tripped over trying to get closer them, his mouth salivating.
"You must be hungry. Want to share this with me?" they looked up to see Arthur nodding eagerly in response, tail swiping the dirt beneath them.
"What a kind serf!" he thought.
Hundreds of "thank you"s were being slurred by Arthur between shovelling pieces of fish into his maw. The person gradually gave a smile in return, seemingly amused by Arthur's frantic energy when it came to his appetite.
As the fire continued to burn, the pair ate together in comfortable silence. Stars scattered about the night sky above, seen through the branches of the trees surrounding their cozy spot. Despite the quietness, Arthur was at ease now, in a place he felt safe in.
"I-" started Arthur, before wiping his face with the sleeve of his tunic. He glanced at them again.
"I don't think I got your... name, did I?" he asked, leaning towards the chef of his meal. They chuckled softly.
"Ah, no, you didn't- I didn't share it. BrΓde. Nice to meet you, Arthur." BrΓde's voice grew calmer, offering their hand to shake.