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I really like that one drawing of these two so I redrew it.

Louis looks like he's at the brink of tears and I think that's funny

oh my GOSH I love this Also yes, Louis seems to be near constantly at the brink of tears (I mean this is his talk audio, mans sounds like a whimpering puppy).

It's not necessarily intentional, just the way he is. I find it very endearing, and silly.

Doodled some oc interactions with mutual's ocs! Will colour these later... maybe.

Haven't showed art in some time, I'm boutta finish my exams tomorrow, and will likely be active all of July. Hope my mutuals don't mind the tags, though.

Ocs illustrated:

Burner by @mothscotch (Hope you don't mind the tag!)

Flynn by me.

Ocs illustrated:

Jacob by @justneury (I know you don't mind the tag but sorry if I bother you!!)

Nyx, by me.

Ocs illustrated:

Louis by @doughguts-art (Sorry if I'm bothering!)

Finn by me,,

Ocs illustrated:

Juno by @bozowha (Hope you don't mind the tag!!)

General 'Brunts' by me!!

nothing better to do than to bother my good ol mutual @doughguts-art

Long haired Louis is very much a doodle I did,, it is not meant to be taken seriously heh-heh.

Getting back into marker illustrations this week

Seneca (lil fox bastard lol) belongs to Claude Huggins

This isn't even all of them, these are just the top 10

More Seneca voice acting!

This is the audio version of this text post I made a while back. I said I’d get around to it eventually, and I did! 

Even through the heavy door from which the scent of steel reeked, you could still make out the tiny hooves clicking rapidly on the floor outside. They grew louder and more urgent at every moment until with a hiss and resounding clang the door banged into the slot in the wall. Seneca wasted no time in scurrying through the door before it slammed shut again behind him. 

The little fox was out of breath. His tongue hung limply out his open mouth as he tapped his way back to the door and pressed one misshapen ear against it. Nothing. Thank God. Swallowing the mucus burning in his throat, he clicked his way up to the control panel in the room, on which several monitors were buzzing.

“Christ,” he muttered to himself, “What’s the point of being the unchallenged master of all if you have to run places? Shit, Louis should’ve been carrying me.” He tapped on the buttons with each phrase until the snow on the monitor cleared.

It started with a hole in the wall.

Specifically, a hole in two walls. The fox looked at the luminosity of the screen, expecting the tragic white shape of the forlorn ghost, and was instead greeted with a dark cavern. It was the corner that had been eaten away. Debris, like crumbs, lay around the jagged mouth. You could almost hear the ruin. The room was empty.

His first reaction was a flatline. That is, none at all. It didn’t register. There was no way he could be gone. The fox’s mind reversed, counting backwards. How long had it been since he’d last checked on him? One month? Two? Had it been three? Panic set in as he realized he didn’t remember. A cold shiver ran over his spine. Not terror, more the feeling of something lost. Of misplaced keys. He snarled in frustration.

Quickly, his eyes darted to the other monitors as he began to curse. Blank, blank, blank. He wasn’t in any of them. It couldn’t be that hard to find him, could it? Distantly, he began to remember how the specters appeared out of nowhere. They could travel unseen. Invisible. His cursing grew louder. 

With one final expletive and a hammer drop of his hoof on the console, the call button glowed and rang. “Louis! Get your ass in here!”

Louis was in in a moment. “What is it, sir?” he asked.

He was nervous. Seneca wasted no time.