I noticed that there are not many pictures with dream when he became a statue. So i want to fix it
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HELLOOOOOOO I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL REMEMBER ME :)))))))
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they do seem cut out for a moody feline competition
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Fresh cross :D
ok so i drew two different designs. i was initially gonna just do jakei95's fresh!cross design (the one on the bottom) but . i. just cannot . with the design . i am sorry it is just not vibing w me
so i drew smokin.corn's design (the one on the top). i really like it ! as complicated as the X visor is lol..
hope you like both of them !! sorry if i didn't do the design you may have wanted
proper credits for the designs:
top : @ smokin.corn (on instagram)
bottom : @ jakei95
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Ok but... what if... Legend of Zorro inspired au 👀👀
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My rendition/interpretation of Meyer and MC! They're not really OCs, its more just how I visualize them in my head C:
I LOVE THESE TWO SM! It's always so fun writing their interactions even tho Meyers always a big bitch HAHA I imagine MC has a bit of a darker color palette and complexion than Meyer bec of her past and has a rougher outline while Meyer has brighter colors and a cleaner look :D
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Helloo! Just wanted to announce that I wont be able to post updates in the upcoming weeks since we're entering hellweek ha ha ha fml don't know how long but after that i'm gonna try to get back to regular updates
Anyways, here's a bonus poster/sketch for the mean time :D
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new chapter up :-)
Soul Collector Chapter 7 Preview:
Bam!
You feel yourself run into something, and you fall to your bum, the stack of papers falling from your arms. You sit there momentarily in a daze before you shake your head to snap out of it. You see the papers scattered around you and you panic, pushing yourself up to your knees to retrieve them.
You stop when you see a pair of blue-gloved hands pick up the remaining papers. You try to snatch them from the person before they can take it, but freeze when you come head to head with a familiar face.
You recognize it to be the small blue skeleton who came to Meyer’s door on your first day here. The monster who came in, panicking about your well-being.
The monster utters your name in surprise. “ARE YOU OKAY?” He asks, a hand hovering over you, his expression filled with concern.
Your eyes widen at the sound of your name, and your hands go up to touch your hood. You’re shocked when your hands touch your exposed hair. Apparently, your hood fell off during your tumble, exposing your face to the monster.
“OH, I AM SO SORRY! ARE YOU HURT?” Much like when he visited for the first time, he was moving all over the place. You can tell he was hesitating to approach you any further.
You pull your hood up and fix your scarf before you push yourself up to your feet, dusting off your pants and jacket. Luckily, you’ve been through harsher tumbles, so you feel no significant damage on your body.
“I am alright.” You quickly utter as you try to get a grip on the mess of papers in your hands.
BONUS ART :D
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being a writer is sometimes just like
“she raised the sword - *stares out of the window for three minutes* - high above her head, its- *plays with pen* - silver skin glinting in the- *gets up and walks around the room* - golden sunlight. her face- *opens tumblr*
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