#angodjango

acts   of   affection   /   platonic   edition

(  ✪   )   one muse puts their head on the other’s shoulder.

It was strange being the one to break the ruLes. Throughout all the land of Underbed, one could count on every bogeyman knowing the one rule of being a bogeyman: Don’t Get Attached.

One could not derive the proper nourishing terror from their childish victims if one got attached to them. If one got attached, they stopped scaring to their full potential. They took easy outs, ignored OBVIOUS smorgasbords, and allowed the child ease out of their fearful state and do the worst thing a victim could do: become comfortable. Comfortable children DON’T produce fear! They exude “Happiness”, “Friendliness” and possibly a bit of “Selfishness” depending on the level of comfort available.

But that wasn’t the worst thing getting attached could do to you. The very worst thing is how it makes one like the child. It makes the child’s bogeyman want to protect the child. How can a bogeyman who feeds on fear stay strong when they suddenly find themselves wanting to protect their source of nourishment from the things that frighten them? More than that, what can such a bogeyman do when they find themselves face to face with their so-called prey after defending them from a fellow hungry bogeyman?

This and a good deal more questions whirled about in mind of the feather-headed bogeyman as he looked down at his 10-year old charge. Long, curved claws tugged uneasily at the monster’s tattered waistcoat which now sported a few new tears thanks to the bogeyman he’d just driven away. He hadn’t meant to break the Cardinal Rule of Underbed. In fact, it had been happening so gradually, that he hadn’t realized he’d broken it until this very night! Oh, what punishment he would face upon his return…

“You must be quite surprised to see a creature like me in your bedroom,” he murmured with a click of his beak. But the lad’s response left him stunned.

“I’ve known you were there since I was a little kid.”

Pale, almond shaped eyes blinked in surprise as the bogeyman stared at his former-pray. Slowly his dark feathered face softened and he knelt down to look at the child face to face. 

Bruh real talk I used to be in a way bigger fandom where everybody was afraid to be in competition with their multiples and it bred a lot of shitty behavior. You get tired of the anxiety of it after a while. Long story short I didn’t wanna do that anymore and became pals with all of them, shipped with half of them in AUs, and had crack threads with the rest. The day I started interacting with multiples was the day I became free.

And here are some WIP sketches from yesterdays stream! 

First couple sketches are of my OC, Olivander, the Siren!AU form of Szayel (Based on his release form and played by an rp partner of mine @godtoys ) and some male Siren ideas I was having at the time. (Still trying to figure out how to draw Stergeons, armored catfish & a kind of eel with a lot of fins I found. Can’t remember its name tho. ><;; )

ALSO, THE DAB WAS BC A FRIEND IN THE STREAM HEARD “Tap-tap-tapping on the glass” as “Dab-dab-dabbing on the glass” - SO I DREW IT.

Then there’s Owl and Angus from TAZ, because a friend of mine has an rp blog for him and the interactions between these two are adorable~ @angodjango

Lup had folded herself into a comfortable position with her foot rocking back and forth, smiling absently at the careful little crease on her boy detective’s focused face. They didn’t have to talk, and Lup was perfectly patient with waiting and watching as Angus painted over each her nails - she had already been waiting and watching the world for what - a year now? One more hour wouldn’t hurt at all.

Besides, participating in something so domestic was refreshing. Homely.

Though, Lup didn’t think her cosmetics collection was anything very fancy. She had been trapped dead too long in her umbrella to get the really good stuff. But Lup managed to borrow steal and conjured up a decent enough display to start with. Enter magically color-changing chameleon nail polish and literal glitter showering eyeshadow (Lup kept the more intensive +2 attack snake venom nail polish and +1 subterfuge eyeshadow stuff away for someone else a little more skilled to apply maybe later).

This high elf girl was more than happy with even the most simple of star constellation designs or rudimentary runes that Angus painted on with pain-staking caution, as if she might disappear if he made a wrong move, because she could clearly see in his detailed work ethic that this was the best little boy detective.

“Aw yeah look at that!” Lup grinned and held up her nails when Angus announced he was finished, giving her hands a cursory blow. She had made sure to enchant the polish with a fast-drying spell but knew from experience not to make it self-drying. So now each of her fingers sparkled with something like... happiness. She was whole.

“This is. So great. I feel like myself again!”