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Debora’s Intro to “The Patakis” Universe

Debora is in the front is situating herself with her locker on her first day of high school as a sophomore. She's groaning at Wolfgang and Edmund being their usual selves and bothering poor Eugene. Before this instance, Debora was only vaguely aware of how these boys were after years of viewing the outside world behind curtained windows. She knew enough that these boys were bad news. So she's now cursing the educational authority that placed her near the most obnoxious, despicable boys of PS118. To add insult to injury, she is forced to here Edmund's insultingly dopey laugh anytime Wolfgang breathes. Debora really wishes she can be home-schooled again, and she hasn't even had her first class yet.

So, a week or two has passed (I don’t really have the timespan set in stone) since Debora has first come to the PS118 high school for the sophomore class. Debora’s grows more tired of the school due to her fellow classmates giving little to no care for her presence, except maybe very few offering to Debora come seat with them at their lunch table. Debora always politely declined however by making excuses that she likes to draw during lunch period and her elbows would just get in the way of everybody else’s space. She never let anybody see her sketchbook when they asked because she was very self-conscious of her work and feared people would think her art is bad, boring, or weird and by extension, her. This, in turn, gave her fellow sophomores the impression that she is just some emo, loner snob that thinks that she’s too good for anybody. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Even with her little excuses, one of the true reasons she declines the offer is her fear of the masses of teens into small tables. Well, maybe the tables were perfectly averaged size for a school, but to a person like Debora that doesn’t like random strangers accidentally rubbing on their shoulders with hers, they were small. Debora wasn’t germaphobic, what she did have was a weird feeling, creepy-crawly feeling anytime anybody that she wasn’t close to gave her any minor, safe, physical contact. Even with distant family members, she would always be extremely awkward giving physical affection. It always felt awkward to her and she didn’t like it. For Debora, it was just one of the “joys” of having ASD. Secondly, the background noises in the lunchroom freaked her out. Everything was so loud and so many voices to focus on that Debora can’t focus on her own thoughts. That's she prefers to be in a table with farthest from people as possible. She can't stand loud, crowded areas, so the idea being closer to the loud clutter of voices is torture to her and she would just want to shrink down into nonexistence. Lastly, her biggest worry is that nobody would even pay much mind to her anyway and the only reason they invited is to just cure some guilty conscience. Debora is not good at her words and is always somehow blocked by somebody else stealing her time to speak. Even in her own family, someone is always cutting her off when she tries to talk because she’s either too slow or not loud enough. So what is the point of even talking if nobody is even going to acknowledge your desire to finally speak?

Debora had to face facts that these people were in groups of their own and no one was going to leave their own group just to seat with one, quiet girl. It will always be to join their group, but they never consider that maybe they should just seat with her instead. No, that would be too much to ask for. Those teens have their place in this school; she was but a bee in a nest of wasps. What made this experience more unbearable was her locker being close to the juniors’ lockers and not just any juniors, the most obnoxious two of the bunch, Wolfgang and Edmund. It drove her crazy to hear these jerks harass freshmen and sophomores. They acted like poorly developed antagonists from a bombed, high school comedy. Unfortunately, Debora wasn’t the one exception to their jerky ways. While Wolfgang never tripped her with his leg… yet, he has however made her drop a tower of school books onto the floor. She thought that it was only to be annoying at first until she overheard one of the juniors; she couldn't tell it was either Wolfgang’s, Edmund’s, or some other male junior voice chortled and rudely commented of how her back end was flat as a pancake. She was embarrassed and confused because she wore a blouse that specifically covered that part, so how could they possibly tell. Beyond book dropping and rude comments, the one time that Wolfgang caused her to physically hurt was when he “accidentally” pushed Debora out of his way and onto her locker. The good news, her reflexes saved her from it being a worse impact. The bad news is that her upper arm fell onto her locker combination and she was very sensitive there due to low muscle tone from being a social shut-in for most of her life.  She still has a tiny bruise from that moment. She tries to brush off that one moment because her younger sister always berated for being a baby when it came to receiving pain. She didn’t need that kind of mocking here too. She begins to wonder what even the point of coming here in the first place was. She remembers why she came here after seeing somebody carry a football. She needed closure with Arnold; it had been so long since she had seen the closest person that accepted her for who she is. She wanted to see him again one more time before her overprotective mother transfers her to a private school away from all the bad influences and secular lesson plans. The only reason she was even at this school in the first place because she begged her mother to go there at least until spring break to see Arnold for a while, then she can put her in the private, church school her mom did with her younger sister after the sibling complained about being homeschooled. Both her mother and Debora would much rather have had her homeschooled, but colleges around the area looked down on homeschooling. Debora had no choice but to go to a “real” school for her last three years. Arnold wasn’t even here, so she came to this school for nothing. All she can do now is wait until spring break for this Tartarus of school to be over. At least on the plus side, she can leave this school without care because she never formed a close friendship with anybody at the school. Nobody will miss her and she will miss nobody. She can leave knowing that she never made a difference in anybody's life at this school; to her, it is comforting as much as it is heartbreaking.

At her locker, Debora finally takes her head out of the clouds and notices something different about one of the banes of her existence. It appears Edmund has got himself a new haircut. It seems Edmund is also trying to not so subtly get Wolfgang to acknowledge this change. Even though Debora doesn’t like Edmund, she can admit to herself that the hairdo looks good on him. It definitely is an improvement compared to his bowl-cut hair. In her opinion, his original hairstyle made him look like a blonde chili pepper thanks to his centered cowlicks. Wolfgang finally acknowledges Edmund’s hair change, but of course, he had to be a jerk about it and ask Edmund if he wanted him to compliment about his makeup and the shoes he’s wearing now. Debora’s rolls her eyes at this. She’ll never understand why Edmund seeks this guy’s approval. Edmund doesn’t back down and makes his own snarky remark. This only makes Wolfgang angry and threatens to smack Edmund upside the head. Debora was used to hearing Wolfgang treating Edmund more like a dog than an actual friend. It made her sick. It made her think of terrible childhood memories she wishes she could forget. However, even after Wolfgang’s terrible display of friendship, nothing could prepare for what is about to happen to Edmund. Debora notices a female brunette with a blue bow on top of her head. Debora didn’t know the girl's name, but she knew that the girl usually walks with three other girls to class. One is a Hispanic with a pink bow in her hair, another is a blonde with a barrette in her hair, and the last one is an African American that likes to chew gum. For whatever reason, the brunette was walking alone and Edmund took that opportunity to try to talk to her. Debora doesn’t watch as the conversation happens, but she does hear Edmund for the first time sounding a little shy and vulnerable. Debora checks it off as him just being insecure around pretty girls because he’s usually cheerful and carefree around everybody else for the most part. Debora has seen a lot of shows and reads a lot of stories, so she was very much aware of what Edmund was trying to talk to the brunette about. Apparently, so did the brunette because before he could even ask “the question” she stopped Edmund him mid-sentence. The brunette’s tone sounded angry, but Debora looked in her locker pretending not to notice because it was none of her business. The brunette wants to make to it perfectly clear to Edmund that she is sick of those idiotic juniors making a pass at her, but he takes the cake. It seems that Edmund already attempted to talk to this brunette before got his new haircut. Now that she thinks about it, Debora does remember that Edmund did ask Wolfgang why he thought girls didn’t like him. Wolfgang being Wolfgang, he gave him the suggestion of changing his because he had his mom cut it for far too long instead of pointing out the real issues. For example, his assumption that he’s entitled to have a pretty girl like him just because he’s nice to her. At least, Debora assumes that’s what Edmund thinks likes that because she feels Wolfgang would think like that and Edmund has a tendency to mimic Wolfgang.  So for a few seconds, she was on the brunette’s side because all women should be treated right without expecting compensation, not just the pretty ones you want to date. Unfortunately, the brunette girl decides to take all her frustrations out on Edmund and takes it too far. The now apparent, mean girl tells Edmund that no haircut in the world would get her to notice him. He could be lying face-first on the sidewalk and she still wouldn’t notice him. She ends her hate speech to Edmund telling him no matter what change you try to make about yourself you will still be the same dumb, annoying, ugly dog he has always been. The mean brunette leaves but not before the telling Edmund to get lost and calling him and elephant boy. Debora assumes that the girl called him that last name because of his ears, but she knew some of the contexts of who the real elephant man was, so to her that was needlessly cruel for the brunette to add on to her already cruel speech. Even Debora overhears Wolfgang tries to muster some sympathy after that mess Edmund went through. It clearly wasn’t helpful, but Wolfgang still tries to convince Edmund that watching him harass some sophomores would make him feel better. Debora felt really bad after overhearing all of that, so she decided to go to the bathroom to wash the awkward off of her.

The moment she turns her head however, her eyes meet an expression she was all too familiar with and yet it seems so foreign on Edmund. Debora moves her hand quickly to her mouth to cancel out the audio of her gasp as she views the sad look of rejection on Edmund’s face. She immediately looks back at her locker so Edmund wouldn’t notice that she was looking at him. No, this couldn’t be happening! Oh no, she couldn’t believe that she was feeling sympathy for Edmund! This is the same guy that she had to suffer through with that stupid laugh. He enjoyed causing problems just as much as Wolfgang; she has no reason in this forsaken school to feel bad for him! Even so, here she is comparing Edmund’s expression to a wounded puppy. Curse his stupid underbite for making a surprisingly convincing, puppy dog pout! So against her better judgment and all the cons outweighing the pros, she decides to follow her heart and try to cheer Edmund back up. Not in person, however, heavens no! She uses a page from her sketchbook and writes Edmund a letter, complimenting of his change in hairstyle. More than that, the letter is also to let Edmund know that appearance was never the problem. The problem was that he spends so much time in the shadow of somebody else that he lost his sense of individuality and self-worth. Before he could start a serious relationship with somebody he must first learn to love himself. Of course, Debora was aware that was easier said than done. So to start him off she listed some important, good qualities about him. Unfortunately, she didn’t know Edmund personally, so she had to guess his good qualities by finding the positive side of the things she couldn’t stand about Edmund. For example, even if she hated hearing his dopey laugh all the time, she could find that at least it shows that he has a cheerful personality. Secondly, even though she hated seeing him stick around a guy so abusive, at least it shows he is loyal to his friends. Lastly, even though she thought it was idiotic of Edmund to retort with snarky remarks when he should know by now it will only make Wolfgang want to hurt him, she finds that at least it shows that Edmund at least is willing to call people out on their bull, even if it gets him hurt. She ends the letter by saying to never forget he does have value and he shouldn’t listen to people that won’t even take the time to see beyond his outer appearance or persona.

She almost signs the letter with an anagram name she did for fun for the word, anonymous. The name is Sonya Muno, however, she realizes how terrible of an idea that is too late for she already signed it on the paper. To make matters worse, the school bell rings to tell all the students to get in their respective classrooms. In a rush, Debora scribbles on the anagram name as fast as possible, writes down the word, anonymous, shoves the letter into the little lines on top of the locker doors in order to get paper inside Edmund’s locker, and gets to class. Later on in the day, before Debora goes to her next class, she notices Edmund opening his locker and soon finds the letter she wrote. She goes to a corner of a room to hide from his view as he reads the note. Despite still not thinking Edmund is a good person and some small part of her still feeling he may not even deserve her letter of encouragement; She couldn’t help but feel warm, fuzzy, and accomplished when she saw that her stupid, little letter put a smile on that dopey face. It feels so satisfying to hear that she finally did something significant in somebody else’s life. Her being alive finally meant something to someone outside her immediate family, even if the person didn’t know it was her. She was okay with him never knowing, for she would be going to a religious, private school anyway after spring break and she didn’t want to form any close friendships at the school anyway. She was just happy she made someone else happy.

Unfortunately, that happiness died the next day after Debora overhears Edmund talk to Wolfgang with something about a “Sonya”. After she heard that name, she felt like her spirit escaped from her body. She must have not covered that stupid anagram well enough. Now he thinks some girl named Sonya that doesn’t even exist wrote him that note! So with that new knowledge being granted to her, she proceeds to bang her head on her locker door feeling like the biggest moron in the world. She should have never made that letter. She is in so much trouble!

This is just something I did before I went back to my fall semester. I wanted to expand upon my Hey Arnold fan character before time was up. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything for the main show at the moment. I hope to do so someday. I’ve been more focused on her teen version lately because she has more of a role in this spin-off series while she’s a one-off character in the main series. Anyway, I hope you like what I have to offer.

Credit:

Simone, Edmund, Eugene, and Wolfgang - Craig Bartlett

Debora and the art - Mine!

Someone Gets Hurt

Was I a game to you? Was I way too cool? I truly cared - Was I the fool? It's fine for you. It's fine to flirt. It's fine! 'Till someone gets hurt. 'Till someone gets hurt! Feel my heart beating? I'm just like her or you - People forget I'm human too. Yes, they do that. This is performance. This is all self defense. I thought you had the sense To see through that. Was I too proud with you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me! Are you kidding? Are you kidding? Poor little me, All trapped in this fabulous show! You could set me free! But if you're going, go!

My name is Regina George. And I am a massive deal! I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel!

I decided to update the refs for some of my oldest characters since the art on their refs was hella old

Life’s Too Short To Be Dancing With The Devil

Where am I? My hands are tied. Turn on the lights, And I see you standing, Over me, It's hard to breathe! I can't believe that you'd do this to me! Years of us building the trust up! No love was ever enough. I'm foolish to think we were friends. It's funny how it ends. You know, When times get tough you always give up. I know your smoking gun's the tip of your tongue. You take your aim to point the blame It's time we let it go. So save your lies, behind those eyes you're a devil in disguise!

An updated, better design for a character I never talk about; Ella!

Ella is the very first human and Atlanean hybrid born when Atlantis reappeared. Due to this, she was shunned and mocked. Or worse, simply studied due to her unique nature. She was even attacked for being born the way she was, loosing her eye to a purist. This made Ella a very angry, volatile woman. She was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.

And she did.

One day, Ella came to find a very odd sword. When she grasped it, a woman appeared before her. Her sweet, honeyed words offering to help her destroy those who would harm her. And others like her. 

She took the sword and killed but one person. The one who took her eye, as they had never been punished for their actions. Ella.... Ella had always hated them but.... To take their life? Ella could not face what she had done, and abandoned the sword in a forest. Hoping to forget what had happened.

But she couldn’t. As the years went by, she noticed she did not age. She watched as years passed, and researched the spirit that had dug her claws into her. Ella found that she had been effected by the curse of the Viking Queen, to live forever until she was killed for her crimes. 

So, she lived on. Watching as she became a myth, the second wielder of the sword. 

She watched as whispers of a third wielder came.... And came to her doorstep one day stating that Simone was gone. She wishes she had done it, so this obviously tired man could have avoided the abusive woman’s claws into him. 

She lives in solitude now, bitter and not sure what to do with herself. All she knows is that she can’t trust anyone, and that she will never die. 

Obsessed With Your Legacy-

Your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph. To how they perceive you!

I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command. I led my men straight into a massacre! I witnessed their deaths firsthand- I made every mistake, And felt the shame rise in me. And even now I lie awake, Knowing history has its eyes on me.... History has its eyes on me...

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells your story. I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you! But remember from here on in: History has its Eyes on you!

(( Washington cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis The best thing he can do for the revolution Is turn n’ go back to plantin’ tobacco in Mount Vernon))

The Offers

(story under the cut :3c)

Simone took a deep breath of forest air. It'd been.... so long. She knew this instinctively. Somewhere, in her core, she knew time had passed. She knew Ella had abandoned her. Pity. The girl had shown so much potential. A natural with a blade. That was the past now, though. New potential was to be had with this next wielder! This- This-

Simone looked around in confusion. Where was her new wielder?

A whimper came from the ground.

Simone looked and frowned in worry. A very, very young boy was there. He was no older than ten. No- younger. He was dirty, his braid a mess. Staring up at Simone in pure fear. Her blade laid discarded to the side. He must have been trying to play with it.

Simone bent down to be eye level with the boy. This.... This was her new wielder? It had to be a joke. Surely, the curse wouldn't hit someone so..... so young. So innocent.

The boy scooted away from her, whimpering louder. Thudding against a tree behind him. No, no- he could see her. It had to be.... He had to be affected by the power of her curse.

God, why couldn't she have been more specific in her final moments? Only those willing could wield her! Then she wouldn't have so many failures under her belt. No CHILDREN! She didn't want to bring this child into all of this. She was thinking of rejecting this child. She could do that, she knew. She'd only done it once or twice. When those with too much evil in their hearts (but not enough to kill) tried to wield her. But....

"Don't-" The child- a drow, now that she looked better- tried scooting away more. He couldn't. "Don't hurt me."

That hurt to hear. Had someone whose soul was evil laid a hand on this child? That made Simone's heart grow with anger. How dare they! How dare they hurt someone so innocent- so new. So- So-

Like her.

She'd been hurt by evil at a young age too. A bit older than him, maybe, but that didn't matter. How was she to know that this child didn't have the potential to be a justice monger like her? Maybe in a few years.....

Simone smiled warmly at the boy and rose, dusting her dress off, "Oh, no no, my child. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me, what is a boy like yourself doing here? In this abandoned place?" Curiosity pricked at the back of her mind. What had gotten this boy so scared of an adult hurting him?

The child looked over to the side before pointing, "I fell."

Simone looked over. In the distance, a short cliff with a village atop it. Ahh. He must live there. He wouldn't be returning. She wouldn't bring him somewhere he obviously felt unsafe.

She looked back at him and smiled, "Could you tell me your name, darling?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably, "You first."

Simone smiled, putting a hand to her chest "I am Simone." The child must have a reason to be so uncomfortable with sharing his name first. Perhaps there had been fae nearby at one time. "Your turn."

The boy hesitated before speaking quietly, "Quynn."

Simone internally noted his discomfort at the name. Maybe something could be done about that. "Well, Quynn-" She frowned and bent down slightly. Serious now. "Where are your parents?" She had to see their souls. Only the evil could hurt someone so new to the world-

The boy shifted uncomfortably and looked down. He then looked at her defensively and spouted (quickly, like ripping a bandage off), "What's it to you?!"

Simone approached him carefully and offered a hand to help him up. "Well, child, if you had, hypothetically, a situation where you didn't want to go home.... I could take you with me."

He looked at her hand in curiosity before looking up at her with stars in his eyes. "Really? You're not just saying that? This isn't a trick or somethin?"

She chuckled warmly, "Quynn, I promise I would never trick you. No matter how long we decide to stay together, I will never trick you." She then frowned at him seriously, "But I will warn you, the path I walk is dangerous. You may be hurt, but never by me."

The boy hesitated a moment before taking her hand quickly. "Good enough."

Simone smiled. She always wanted to be a mother.

-

Simone shakily tried to get up. This couldn't be it- She couldn't lose. Not now- Not-

Not to Covah.

She looked at the boy she'd raised from seven. How had it come to this? He was so ruined. So hurt- She'd broken her promise. She was so terrible for hurting him so- But she couldn't think of this now. She had to fight to survive, for the first time in two thousand years.

Covah approached her carefully, dropping his sword. The rapier he'd hidden from her. Gotten to fight her. "Mother, please," He begged as he offered a hand to her. To help her up. "I don't want to fight you."

"Funny," She spit venomously, "You sure seemed eager to do that when we got up here."

Covah flinched before shaking his head, "Mother- please- it doesn't have to be like this." He smiled and motioned to the horizon. "We can leave here, together! We can start anew. Rid the world of evil without death. I don't know how but- but we can do it! We can change, you can change. You don't have to-" He frowned to her and flicked his eyes away uncomfortably, "We don't have to hurt anyone anymore. Hurt each other." He bent down to his knee. The one she'd ripped from him so brutally. "Please, mother, give this a chance."

Simone looked up to her son sadly. He sure had grown up, hadn't he? She was proud, despite everything. Despite the betrayal. Despite- Despite-

Her eyes caught the scar on his face. She..... She had done that.  She saw how Covah flinched away from her now. She... She was no better than evil, was she? The ones she condemned. Who was she, to say it was wrong but turn around and do it herself?

A hypocrite, that's what.

God, Covah was right.

Maybe.... Maybe Covah's future would be better without her. He'd be better without her.

That's all she wanted. Was her son to be happy. And he wouldn't be happy so long as she was there. He'd be uncomfortable around her, forever.

She smiled bitterly, sadly up to her son. Her baby Covah. It would be okay. So long as he was happy. That's what all mothers wanted, in the end, right?

"I'm sorry, Covah." She lunged at his throat.

Covah grabbed her nearby sword quickly and flung it into the volcano.

It'd be okay. So long as he was happy.....

Soon and evermore,

I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door!

The world is a place, Where the villains wear a smile on their face While they take what you can never replace Stolen moments gone forever!

But tables can turn, As my enemies will soon enough learn, I will strike a match and then watch them burn On the pyre of obsession!

You run 'till you drop, chasing an advantage. You'll pay any price if you think it's free.

I will carry hell to your doorstep; I will make you pay! You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day! Sleepless nights and days of damnation! Soon and evermore, I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door!

And love is a lie, swearing that no matter what it won't die. Disappearing like a star in the sky! In the hot light of morning-

-

First there's retribution I must prepare- Mighty vengeance is mine! I have a nice show that will tempt you onward And just when you're sure that the prize is yours!

I'll deliver hell to your doorstep dressed in rich facade! Then, I'll burn you to the ground like an angry god! Once you're in my shining cathedral heed the tolling bell. It's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell!

Fall down on your knees! Fall down and let me hear you pray! Fall down on your knees! 'till I can hear you bargaining, scheming, begging and screaming to me!

I will carry hell to your doorstep; you will rue the day! You will reap the hate you've sown! No matter how hard you pray! It's a place without any mercy, fashioned in cold blood! Stones of fear and stones of doubt! No forgiveness, no way out! Only justice, Then, amen!

So! I love my characters. I love their designs! I wouldn't change their designs for the world. But, I got to thinking.

What if I designed my characters today? Like, if they were brand new characters, how would my growth in character design shift the way they look? That's what I did today. Designed some of my oldest characters as if I designed them today. Design notes under the cut!

Covah:

Made him look like an actual drow- not slapping a dark skin tone on him and calling him a drow.

Hair in a ponytail cause, let's be honest, his long ass hair would be easy to grab.

I wanted to keep the facial scar that he got when he first questioned Simone. That's such an integral part of his story. But, I edited it a but to look like the slap that it was. Otherwise? All scars Covah got from Simone are gone. Instead, he has small battle wounds dotted all over his body.

Actually, y’know, put a sword at his hip like he probably would have 24/7

Gave him his legs back. Take them. You fool. You poor child.

Gave him some tattoos! Covah always seemed like the type to have tattoos.

Espi:

Gave him more of a greaser vibe instead of the general adult 50s style. He is a young, Hispanic, working-class American who does not enjoy The Man. He is perfect for the greaser style. But, he wouldn't do all the motorcycle stuff that was common or listen to all that rock. He's a book nerd deep down.

Got rid of his glasses. Why does he have glasses? He is blind. He does not need glasses. Take them off. You fool. You utter moron.

Still tub. Let him be tub.

Simone:

I wanted to give her more of a warrior princess vibe.

She has. A nose. It's a miracle.

Made her dress more adpt for the time period she lived died in.

She has a under jaw, much like Alexandrite from Steven universe. She can lift her front face to reveal a larger, threatening jaw underneath.

Eyeball. She felt a lil bear without four eyes so I gave her one under her skirt.

Sinensis:

Total revamp! I wanted him super cartoony and fun.

Originally I was shooting for something inspired by Picasso, but ended up more muppety.

Orange.

I removed his kitty bits! They just feel very extra in his current design but they've been there forever.

He's still a ball of fluff tho. Best boi.

Should I Take The Upgrade?

Don't worry about the guilt you feel. Just take a breath and seal the deal!

Very Unordinary

Dreams come true, that's news to me! How wild (blueberry)! Who knew that our buffoonery could bear fruit so divine? Even I- I don't have the vocabulary to describe what I'm- feeling inside. But for me, it's very unordinary.

I'm fraught with jealousy. I can't believe you're telling me that he's the favorite side. Even I- I don't have the vigor to bear the loss of pride that I'm feeling inside. But for me, it's very unordinary

I'm Terribly Awful

Redundantly evil,

Nauseatingly foul,

Contemptibly vile,

And so vexatious!

I’m Infected

By your genetics

How much of it’s genetics? How much of it is fate? How much of it depends on the choices that we make? She says I have her eyes, Do I also inherit her shame? Is heredity the culprit? Can I stop it? Or am I a slave?

Felt like sketchin Simone and Ella lookin pretty. (Ella is the second weilder of Simone's sword, in case ya can't remember. Before Covah and after Lyrus. She abandoned Simone after one kill, devastated by what she'd done. She lives in solitude to this day. Simone still considers her a wielder, because she did kill with the blade.)

[click for better view]

I’m a day late but sai crashed last night just after I was done with the sketch and I did not feel like drawing it again at that moment.

Ace pride day was yesterday! And so I felt like drawing all my Asexual ocs. We got:

Simone - Aromantic Asexual

Sinensis - Panromantic Asexual

Charon - Demiromantic Asexual

Jo - Demiromantic Asexual (with a bonus pin of the demi girl flag! cause Jo is a demi girl)

I hope ya'all had a good ace pride day! (Oh I almost forgot! Jo uses they/them; Sinensis and Charon use he/him; and Simone uses she/her)

And I Don't Know How

This Is Wrong.

And I'm So Frustrated,

Falling Behind,

You Were A Friend Of Mine.

[And all my indecision, All of my excess, Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best, And I just need a minute, I just need a breath, It's very hard to drink to my continued success And I, I slow down (slow) It's better in the worst way, It's getting better in the worst way]

>SCREAMS INTO THE THOUSANDTH SUN< LOOK!!!!! LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER!!!! LOOK AT HER BEAUTIFUL FACE!!!! YOU DID HER PERFECT I LOVE-

@yaboy-robin oh sorry this is bad whoops

So! It’s been a really long time since I’ve done an oc line up. I wanted to do one but…. Just my regular style wasn’t exciting me. So, I decided to try doing diff styles for each oc, kinda based off their personalities. 

I did not do minor ocs who do not have much of a story (Syreni, Scarab); characters that only exist to assist along other’s stories (Lyrus, Ella, Derek, Dedra, Andrea, all three of Sinensis’s [unnamed] siblings); characters who have no design yet or solid name (The Narrator, The Soul Collector); or any of my steven universe ocs (Nuummite, Bi-Color, Ajoite) - I might???? Do them eventually but? Later.

So, enjoy! It wasn’t easy to do. [glares pointedly at Simone]

Covah - Style based on the Murals of Steven Universe

Sinensis - Classic cartoon style

Simone - Abstract/Zentangle

Rosa - Style based on Vector art and Distance Models

Espi - ? I’m not quite sure what to call this style. It’s there.

Dr. Nova - Style based on the Spy vs Spy comics

Jo - Style based on skeletons, plague doctors (seen in the skull), and lanky cartoon villains.

Charon - Style based on the style in the game Journey

Let Me Make You Proud

Sure, I've made lots of mistakes. I know that I've disappointed you. Still, though, whatever it takes! I'm gonna fix it, just watch me! Just you wait, I'll make it up to you. If it's the last thing I ever do! I will make you proud! I will make you have faith in me! I will prove that the way I used to be is all in the past. I will save the day! And come back here triumphantly! Cause I long for that look of surprise, When you see your son rising at last. The pride in your eyes, When you see your son rising at last.

And I Swear By The Sword

Believe me, I know. I've sunk pretty low. But whatever I've done, you deserve. I'm the bad guy, that's fine. It's no fault of mine. And some justice, at last, will be served! Now it's time to step up! Or it's time to back down. And there's only one answer for me. And I'll stand up and fight! Cause I know that I'm right! And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready- Ready as I'll ever be!

Hiding from the Sunshine

I’m out of my head, of my heart, and my mind.

Cause you can run but you can’t hide.

I’m gonna make you mine!

My Power Over You-

Grows Stronger Yet!

some covah sketches. 

Before the traitorous princess was hung, she uttered her final words in fury. 

“Any who wield my sword after I will be cursed to continue my mission of justice! None will suffer as my people have!”

Her curse rang in their ears as she was dropped. The Curse of the Viking Princess began.

26 день для Симоны/26 day for Simone