#statichidden

Some silly sketchbook doodles I drew of Cupid Kirby handing out chocolate/candy/dog treat hearts to various other muses for Valentine's Day.

Top left: @specter-siblings (Phobia, Ghostbusters OC)

Top right: @xscoobysnacks (Scooby + Shaggy, Scooby-Doo)

Center left: @statichidden (Mono, Little Nightmares 2)

Middle: @riiese (Ingvar, fandomless OC)

Center right: @rxtroskull (Poison Mushroom Cookie, Cookie Run)

Bottom left: @randomeeveelutions (Rind, Pokemon OC)

Bottom right: @feralgalaxy (Galacta Knight, Kirby)

I know this isn't all of my mutuals, and some of them haven't even had a chance to interact with my muses yet, but it started to turn into a challenge to see if I could even draw some of these characters. Pretty much everyone here that isn't a Kirby character is a first attempt for me. I'm actually kinda shocked at how well it turned out...

“ My my. What did the dog bring in? ”

A slightly mocking hiss sings out, massive but lanky frame crouching all the wooden floors, even laying the side of his head on the surface. All to get a very, very good look, at his inconspicuous find.

Little ittle footprints? Looks like someone forgot to clean their feet from traversing ink before scooting off to explore, giving away the path they took.

It’s not even the footprints themselves that piqued the interest of The Ink Demon so much-- in a constantly ink-filled world, ink footprints and other ink stains are the most common things to find down here. So what was so special about those footprints in particular?

They were HUMAN footprints.

Oh? Did a sinner return to the crime scene? He, as the self-proclaimed judge, jury, and especially executioner, shouldn’t be negligent and let this slide.

“ Just like Gretel and Hazel leaving bread crumbs. Who am I to not entertain myself and find the fugitive Gretel-- or Hazel, running around my studio? ”

The human footprints were obscenely small, but until the grinning demon can set his own eyes (if he has any) into this little rascal, the possibility of it being a returning human was all that mattered to him. Even though he did have a near omnipresent sense of the studio that allowed him to easily find hidden troublemakers, such omnipresence only helped him deduce targets’ location, not any further details.

His only gloved hand slowly brushes a finger over one of the footprints, a smudge of it forming a trail after his fingertip.

“ And would you look at that? Those are still fresh! VERY fresh. Our mysterious rascal must still be very close by! ”

The lanky ink creature stands back upright (or as much as his hunched spine let him,) his grin seeming to have gotten even wider, but it was hard to tell for sure.

Deimos takes another drag from his cigarette as he walks into the abandoned building. It was just a routine scouting mission, and the sources that had assigned him to it told him the places held no threats.

Still, he at least liked to keep a pistol with him should anything come after him in the creepy old place.

Letting out the smoke his breath had been holding, he moves to find a light switch, attempting to test it to see if the place still had any power.

At least the smoke covered up the dusty smell of the place. He was used to raiding high tech bases covered head to toe in agents ready to fire on him in a moment’s notice. Having a bleak, empty-ish place instead to scout around was an eerie change of pace.

He sat and looked at Mono, looking him over, trying to get a read. He was a curious boy after all. He pulled the green closer around him, fidgeting really, a key sign he was nervous to speak, though he hid the nerves well. “I don’t get it,” he said at last, sounding almost frustrated.

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  @statichidden​​

  Restricted to the walls, lurking around in the house of God; So very like the child to enter places he did not belong to while searching for the one he holds dear; all that accompanied him was a bag dragged over his head, serving as a shield from the monsters outside.

He comes not to cause harm, but with self-defense that he is ready to use. His form stands still, listening to the tall figure's speech; gifted with no evidence of his presence until the very last minute, and as if on cue he turns around to see the feline-

                      - And promptly lets out a scream .

               Was   he   usually   one   to   go   on   a   stereotypical   monologue?   Absolutely   not.   He   practiced   his   song,   not   giving   speeches.   Stray   cats   have   always   come   into   the   church,   especially   at   night.   Seeing   one   here   was   odd   though.   Somehow,   Sarv   must   have   let   it   in.   He   really   only   had   time   to   comment   about   the   stray   before   the   child   started   screeching.

               Covering   his   ears   as   if   the   child   were   the   loudest   one   in   the   room,   the   man   grimaced   and   glared   down   at   the   child.   He   was   going   to   have   to   deal   with   this   wasn’t   he?               ❛❛   Sh.   ❜

                                    It   was   a   quick   command   at   the   child   as   he   used   his   boot   to   gently   move   the   furry   friend   away   from   the   paper   bag   headed   child.   The   moment   was   ruined.   Did   he   care   enough   to   even   recover   it?               ❛❛   Don’t   die   of   a   heart   attack.   I’m   supposed   to   be   the   one   to   kill   you,   not   a   cat.   ❜               No,   no   he   did   not.

   Hands find themselves pressing against the door to the little safespace she created; green eyes focused on the hallway to her right as she stands there, she heard something, she knows she did! The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and stood as she bites her lip ( was it a threat? Something like the Butcher Gang? The studio was full of mysteries, after all ). Brielle tilted her head, teeth grounding against each other as her jaw clenched, she needed a moment, green eyes close, she takes a breath, then lets it out, before looking back up.

   ❝ --Hello? ❞ Voice calls out, trembling a little, ❝ Anyone out there? ❞

▬ Thick trees only slowed Ethan for a moment, as he shoved his way through. Giving a quick glance on his shoulder, the snow and blood kissed village was becoming smaller in the distance. He watched until it disappeared completely, forgetting he was still pushing until a branch chose to fight back. WHACK! The man gave a sharp yelp, as the wood collided with the skin of his cheek, splitting it so that a warm trail of blood oozed down the side of his face.

He cursed lightly under his breath, as a bandaged hand came to clean the blood away. However, a sound caused him to stop. Was that ... Static? He pushed further, moving a branch away, to see a large tv sitting on the forest floor, " What the Hell? " The chill of snow was suddenly gone and replaced with a damp layer of dew. The tv looked old, larger, like something he would have owned as a child.

This felt ... Odd. Causing a hand to rest on the pistol he wore, as he forced himself to take another cause step. Is that a paper bag... No thats--

verse is v1 | rise of the apex. canon compliant / pre-book 3.