prev. Minty-Frost!

[About me and what I post] I post mainly art for various Fandoms, as well as the occasional OC drawing. My art tag is "ArtRibs" My old art tag is "Mint's Arts". I like when people draw my fandom AUs, and request to be tagged if you do so. But please, ask first if you're going to draw my OCs, I'm very picky about them!

I am nonbinary, and use It/They/He pronouns. I prefer neutral and masculine terms. I am neurodivergent, so that might explain some things for you.

Reposts are allowed as long as you link this blog or my VK group (Same username as here). Please do not redraw my art, draw over it, or edit things on it. Do not use my art in AI training.

[DNI] Do Not Interact if: Proshipper, Pedo/MAP, Zoophile, any kind of queerphobe (including TERFs), racist/xenophobe, ableist or an AI user/supporter. Also I'd rather you not follow if you're younger than 16.

Comparing my characters/works to the characters/works of Vi/vzi/ePo/p will get you a warning and eventually a block. Also I will soft block any blog that follows me that is themed around her works. The spider is completely banned. Personal reasons.

[Blog warnings] Most potentially triggering posts are tagged on the "cw word" + "tw word" template, with general tags like "eyestrain" and "flashing lights" added on some posts for maximum blocked tag coverage. Posts with a sexual tone are tagged "suggestive". Tone indicators and image IDs can be added to a post if requested.

I like selfcest and don't think it's problematic.

I do not support the creator of Underlust, or any other problematic creators/media I draw fanart for. I just like the characters.

Please don't ask me to talk about any serious events, especially politics.

I try my best to always be on "The Good Side". If I messed up, please politely point out my mistake. Politely.

[Other blogs]

@phosphor-has-a-reblog-alt Is my blog for reblogging posts I like without cluttering my main.

The sun was setting. The lights of the city were slowly turning on, one by one, like little stars on the buildings. The hill was still lit up, the sunrays shimmering gold on the sides of his van-home. The guitar in his hands, covered in stickers and scratches, was quietly humming the notes his fingers told it to play.

Leo looked over the city, one of many he’s been to in the past years. Concerts, festivals, late nights at music clubs. It all seemed to fuse into a colorful blur now. Sometimes the audience, sometimes the star, the songs on stage, the dancing with the fans of others, the chats with his idols and the autographs on his guitar. He sang, he danced, he played instruments. It was easy to say his life was amazing. Yet there was one thing he lacked, one concept he couldn’t grasp.

He had no friends. Close ones, none at all.

All those years ago, a young teen, he hoped that a magical realm could help him be better at friendship, to understand why and how people made friends, and why he had none. A being beyond human comprehension who could solve all his issues, it seems so stupid now. Too perfect to be true. Was it even real?

No, it was definitely real. No matter how much he doubted what happened to him then, he never let himself stop believing. Believing in the magical world, in the maestros, in the people that were there with him, and in the girl… In the girl that-

- Wooooh, this is NOT made with tourists in mind!

Leo quickly turned around, staring at the person who came up behind him with wide open eyes.

She was there. Tall, blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, green eyes and earrings sparkling in the almost set sun. The same earrings she wore then. The clock hands of the tower. Leo slowly blinked to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

- EMMA!?

Emma Cole, Fighter, nodded with a smile. Leo Craig, Streetbeat, got up, putting his guitar on the ground.

- Surprised to see me?

- Yeah like, REALLY surprised! What are you doing here? How did you get here? Where is your car?

- Wow, slow down with the questions, the car’s downhill, and hey, be nice! You know how much time it took to find you?

Leo was speechless, she was smiling so wide, she was truly happy to have found him. Like he didn’t intentionally try to get away as far as he could.

- A while! – Emma pouted. – It took a while!

- And you didn’t once stop to think why?

Emma tilted her head, confused. She was behaving so childishly, it’s like she hasn’t grown a day since they last met. Guess that’s just how rich girls are.

- I deleted all my social media, I stopped responding to “Happy Birthdays”, I left the city I was born in to roam the country in a van. Do you think finding me was the best idea?

- Well I-

- Please leave. I would prefer to be alone now.

He sat back down, turning to the city and picking up the guitar. He wasn’t sure why he said that, but as the silence settled in, it occurred to him why he never made true friends.

They felt like work. Spending time with them, putting in effort to care, to remember their likes and dislikes, finding time to talk. It felt like too much. Like he was meant for something greater than just small talk and hanging out. And other people were meant for something greater than him. Something about Emma coming all the way over here, spending hours, probably days searching, made him feel sick. He could feel her staring at his back, her presence alone making the whole area around feel different, almost otherworldly.

He couldn’t look at her. The guilt of leaving them all behind was weighing down on his heart like a giant rock. A shadow looming over his entire being.

- Well, if you don’t want to see me – There was something odd about Emma’s voice, but he didn’t turn his head. – Can I at least just tell you what I came here for?

- Go for it.

A strong gust of wind slammed his back, bright lights shining from behind, and the drumroll of a familiar melody picked up volume. The air didn’t feel like Earth anymore, not like the human world, not like anything he’d felt in so many years. He turned around, opening his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

A glittering suit of white, adorned with gold and red. The lights of a giant theatre only he could see. The sign, bright and colorful, just like the day he saw it in that alleyway.

She stood there, terrifyingly tall, her body morphed into an inhuman shape. The suit reflecting the theatre’s lights, and her long hair flowing in the wind coming from the open doors. A wide smile lit up on her face as she saw Leo’s expression. For a second, the two looked at eachother, before she turned on her heel and looked into the theatre.

- What I wanted to tell you was…

She looked back at Leo, smiling wider than ever.

- I don’t go by “Emma” anymore…

A dramatic twist and a jump, the music of the theatre reaching its best part, she bowed with her feet already on the wooden floors.

- Please, just call me Balan!

Balan straightened her back, and grabbed the theatre’s doors with her giant hands.

- If we ever meet that is.

She winked, and shut the doors.

Leo Craig: Antisocial kid, prefers music to people. Likes saying that he's a skeptic, but secretly believes in supernatural more than anyone else on this list. Will develop Schizoid PD later in life.

Emma Cole: Kind, generous, and a bit eerie. Struggles to understand people due to being isolated as a kid. Her parents are too busy for her, so she quickly latches on to anyone that shows her affection. Main reason why she so easily agreed to work with Balan.

Yuri Brand: Autistic. Appears odd and unpleasant to others. When she's not catching bugs (insects) or scrolling entomology databases, she's on videogame forums talking about catching bugs (glitches) under a fake name. Knows how videogame code works a lot better than most kids.

Iben Bia: Really anxious, has serious trauma from her parents dying a couple years before WWW's events. Shy, caring, tries to be the "responsible adult" of the group despite only being 17. Knows Emma through her parents having been business partners and friends of Emma's.

Fiona Demetria: Used to be a cheerful and happy person, after almost drowning became quiet and scared of everything. Believes death is always near, and is overly cautious because of it.

Haoyu Chang: Very upbeat and exciteable, actively suicidal. Kicked out of an expensive college his parents sent him to, where he was pursuing his dream of being a pilot. Convinced his life's over, plans on buildng his own plane or dying in the process.

Cass Milligan: Kind but overworked, paid very little as the theme park princess, works a second job to feed herself and Lady, her cat, the last granddaughter of her childhood cat. Lady gets hit by a truck when Cass drops the carrier going back from the vet.

Attilio Caccini: Recklesss romantic, which is what gets him fired from his job. Raised in poverty, always dreamed of one day suddenly discovering that he's a lost royal. Specifically wanted to be a princess, dropped the dream as an adult. She has some things to learn about herself I'll tell you that much.

Sana Hudson: Very busy, works as a volunteer for a group that saves forests and rare species. Studying to get an architector's degree (younger than canon Sana) and studying ornithology at home as a hobby. Runs on caffeine and perfectionism. Really needs sleep.

Bruce Stone: Old. Believes himself to be useless after the death of his famous activist wife. Sort of just living on autopilot, thinks he'll die soon, so he doesn't try to do anything. Anything.

Cal Suresh: Confident, if not aggressive. Thinks about everything strategically and gets defensive when his strategy fails. Doesn't fully realize that life isn't a battlefield. Started drinking a lot more after the passing of his wife from illness and his loss of the title of world's best chess player.

Lucy Wong: Keeps her flirty and sassy personality, but can't accept the fact that she can no longer draw as well as she could due to her hands being shaky after her head injury. Rapidly losing popularity.

Eis Glover: Calm, brave, not a coward in the slightest. Will not rush into danger for no reason, but will confidently go in first if he knows he has to. Gentle and sentimental. Can't get over the kid he couldn't save.

Jose Gallard: Very much a country man. Won't hesitate to get in a fight, but prefers to discuss the issue over a nice cold drink. Worked a lot before losing his home and fields to a tornado. His family is safe, but they have nowhere to go. The sudden change is crushing him.

"Lance": A human scientist and hopeful game developer. Taken over by the madness of being trapped between realities and his own greed for power. Believes Balan to be his unruly creation.