you havent posted any oc art since june 2023 and no non-human art since february 2023...............
woah, didn't know someone was keepin' track haha!!!
HEY i doodled carrot... she's not human!! but you're right, i haven't been givin' my old ocs & monster/anthro ocs any love, but i do doodle them in my sketchbook still sometimes! here's a lil doodle of Sylvie since i still love her goofy self!!! thank you for enjoying my original stuff, i'll give them more love this year!
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Moments in Between - Dreams
Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc
Rating and Warnings: G, no warnings
Word Count: 402
Summary: Jason wakes up from a bad dream. Cuddles ensue.
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Jason rose from the depths of sleep with a choked whine. He was cold and alone in his bed. A dreadful knot of anguish tightened around his chest. Betrayal choked him.
He half-sat up, looking around with bleary eyes. The murky dark relinquished details slowly. He heard soft breathing. The knot loosened.
He wasn’t in his bed. This was Andy’s place.
He could just make out the lump on the far side of the bed. Impossibly far away. The back of her head was turned to him: she was face down on the pillow with one arm dangling over the side.
He reached under the blanket for her hand, thrown carelessly behind her.
He rasped her name. Once, twice.
“Hrn?” She lifted her head an inch off the pillow.
He tugged her hand.
She rolled clumsily towards him. Blind hands reached under the thick comforter for him, and he felt slightly mollified at her touch.
He pulled her closer. She sprawled half over him, her usual rag doll self when only half awake.
He cupped her chin and kissed her. She melted into his lips, warm and pliant. He was clumsy, pouring himself into her with groggy insistence.
She absently ran her hand through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. Her way of grounding him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her shoulder.
“Babe?” she mumbled.
“Dreamed you ran off,” he grunted.
“But I hate running.”
“With Dick.”
She made a wounded sound. “Baby, no.”
He sulked. It still felt real. Waking up with empty arms. For a single moment staring down the fact that she was already gone.
He nudged her hip and she rolled back. He gathered her in his arms from behind, partly spooning, partly pinning her to the bed beneath him. She ran her smooth leg against his. She took his hand from her waist and pulled it up to cup her breast.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He was being stupid. She was right here.
“Sorry I cheated on you in a dream,” she sighed, more than halfway back into the clutches of sleep.
“’S okay. You didn’t mean it.” He rested his head on the back of her neck, his nose buried in the base of a loose braid of curls. The tension drained out of him. He was so tired.
“I dreamed I was a pelican,” she said.
“Oh.”
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*Milo peaks from behind a tree and looks at Gideon curiously. Something about him reminds her of her big brother. Gosh she misses Michio.. She hopes Gideon doesn’t notice the little 11 year old demon slayer staring at him*
(@ask-milo-suzuki) (pre-hashira Milo:D)
Gideon was walking along the treeline. On occasion, he enjoyed being near the fragrant wisteria. After a few moments of solitude, he senses eyes on him...
He has a look around, and his attention goes to a small shape that ducked behind a tree. He could just make out the outline of a child.
He smiled. Turning himself slightly, he stretches and yawns loudly.
"I sure am glad I'm alone out here right now, so I can practice my amazing singing that no one will ever hear..." He smirks.
And then proceeds to sing in the most obnoxious manner, listening to see if he can hear a giggle from the hiding child.
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how often does the other 2 interact with the outside world?
While Nergal is an extrovert who suffers from frequent insatiable boredom and needs constant entertainment and stimulation, Dumuzi and Geshtu are much less so. They, for the most part, have been perfectly fine with hiding away from everyone in their burrows.
With that being said, there are a few little exceptions that have popped up.
After the collapse of the First Civilization, Geshtu felt it in their best interest to keep interactions with the Isles residents minimal if at all. But as of late, Geshtu has grown increasingly concerned bout Nergals reckless surface endeavors and ends up at a local bar undercover to get information. Here he meets Hopps the kangaroo bartender. Hopps is a great source of information but he’s also an engaging storyteller. He ends up getting Geshtu into Jazz music and later into Dungeons and Dragons. Geshtu develops a fondness for this particular Tree Friend over time. Even a workaholic like him needs a break from work every so often. It just becomes another part of his routine.
Of the three, Dumuzi is the one who remains the most separated from the surface. However, a small critter that used to sit by her tree and tell fantastical little happy stories about unicorns and fairies and rainbows was led one day to a small crevice below her tree and wandered into Dumuzis burrow. This critter, Screwy, who’s mind has also been broken, is unable to see Dumuzi as a blood soaked vacant nightmare, but instead sees her as a beautiful angel in a pool of sparkles. They spend time together painting murals on the walls of the burrow in secret. One night Screwy is able to convince Dumuzi to step out of her burrow to look at the stars with her. That is the farthest Dumuzi goes though.
All three have their one small connection to humanity. For better or for worse.
Hopps and Screwy belong to @ickyguts
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