- he/him/it/its/bird - 20 - im the illegitimate BANGBANG son of god - some type of weird bird thing you probably dug out of the ground - i make art sometimes. oc and undertale hell
moved cause i genuinely hated thinking about my main LMAOO
anyways
welcome to my blog!!
here is where i post art i’ve made and reblog art i like!
i’m a traditional artist who usually uses alcohol markers for my colour work
…undertale and oc hell, sorry not sorry. the special interest is strong and underfell sans has had a vice grip on me since 2016
asks are open! feel free to bug me about my little shit characters or request a sketch
more under the cut
here's some stuff about me :D
favorite colour? cyan!
favorite genre of movie? horror!
favorite genre of music? ...quite literally everything. my liked songs is a minefield. rn i really like rage rap and swing though!
favorite song?
favorite musical artists? will wood, hozier, jhariah, do not resurrect, BABY GRAVY, pierce the veil, melancolia, deftones, kendrick lamar, tyler, the creator, nothing but thieves, depeche mode, ghost, the decemberists, colter wall, etc. my music taste is the equivalent of throwing a dart at a roulette wheel
favorite literature? oscar wilde my beloved (i left his book at home don't ask me trivia blease i just love him), biology, thrillers, societal commentary
fandoms? undertale (obviously), UTMV (obviously), homestuck, deltarune, the magnus archives/protocol (no spoilers pls), the arcana, marble hornets, creepypasta… sorry.
favorite aus? underfell!!!! though i am also very fond of understate, echotale, and sunnemona’s dreamtale!
gender and sexuality? am trans and some flavor of asexual idk. but i'm also the asexual who's posting pure filth on ao3 and will not shut up about being attracted to underfell sans and nightmare
my aus and fics, currently! (corvid_mellow on ao3)
-UnderHeist (unpublished)
-Veneraverse (unpublished)
-Death and Despair Multiverse (unpublished)
-FINAL GIRL (18+)
-Finis Via
-being so normal series (on hiatus)
-Should I Stay or Should I Go
-The Cat and the Canary (under major reconstruction and hiatus LMAO)
-The Proxy Projects
-a surprise tool that will help us later (i need to finish my breakdown and analysis so i can start on my rewrite)
i consider myself to be somewhat ship neutral!
that being said, i don’t go through and block people for ships and stuff, and the less i think about it the better, BUT!! i am incredibly uncomfortable with incest and a lot of comships! whether that be fontcest, dreammare, frans, etc. sanscest is fine (id fuck an alternate version of myself, but never my siblings), but please don’t bring any of that onto my posts 🫶
also dni if you're any kind of queerphobic, racist, fatphobic, ableist, hateful in general, OR support the harassment of people over silly internet things. you really won’t like me anyways lmfao. i will be mostly avoiding fighting with people on this blog, so i'll just block you if i catch your ass being hateful in here. i do not tolerate the hate of those who have done nothing to deserve it.
#'s!
i tag my art with “steel arts”
reblogs are “steel bebloggin”
asks and text posts are “steel blogs” and/or “steel says stuff”
me being absolutely down bad (usually underfell sans) is “steel simpery”
my writing tag is “steel be writin”
the (hopefully) occasional drama is tagged with “interfandom drama oops”
aaaaaand my ocs are tagged with “[character name] posting”
i try to tag everything i reblog with important tags, and i don’t do politics here!!
Picrew chain! Make yourself with this picrew and the most recent meme on your phone
Tags: @dracosleftarsecheek @yourlocalbadgerscales @forensic-b1tch-aiden @names-confuse-me @agathokakolog1cal @yourlocalxiaosimp and open tags! <33 have fun
I'm gonna count this as a meme because it's my favourite thing now. Idc.
(Here's my actual one. lol.)
no pressure tags like always also anyone else feel free @sunnemona @livinganime14 @paddinglily @hackrusty @candy-cryptid also @sweethoneybear ? If you're ok w/ these?
I would consider myself a artist/writer, I do editing as well but only because I do YouTube videos! New video every month, I would appreciate if you checked them out! I do videos on things the general public considers cringy :3 more specifically fandom cringe
I’ll just be drawing/posting whatever, just fan fun, for now Marble hornets! and perhaps my Oc’s? ((Yes.. you have to like them))
Best way to support me is checking out my carrd, AKA MY C0MMISSI0NS >:) I SWEAR THEY’RE NOT PRIC3Y
☆dreamtale animatic | i'll meet judgement by the hounds.
☆happy 1 year anniversary to my dreamtale au / rewrite, The Apuldor Psalter! though i haven't been able to create as much as i'd hoped this past year - life got in the way, as it always does - i am eternally grateful for all of your attention, encouragement, and support :)
☆after So many months of work, here's the Big Project i've been alluding to since september. i had so much fun trying my hand at something animated - this is my first time doing anything of the sort - and experimenting with mixed media and photobashing, my art has definitely evolved a lot because of this process ehe
☆thank you ever so much to the Official Co-Owners (tm) of this AU, @xyriscomplanata and @hackrusty, who don't do much art- or writing-wise but provide company and moral support and listen to me be Insane. i love you both so so much, none of this would be exist without you!! and thank you, my friends and mutuals and followers, for supporting me every step of the way. it has been a joy creating for you <3
here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”
if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo
ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (;
" And they knew Buttercream is a wyvern??"
Finally, I got this comic done! o(≧∀≦)o Sorry to anyone who wanted something more romantic between Royal Margerine and Y/N; I just really wanted to draw RM being pathetic-
"So you crossed half the continent just to not do the work we've hired you to do?"
"Woah woah woah there," the assassin holds out a gloved hand waving the squire down. "I'm not hired yet."
This much is true. They'd crossed mountains and plains to get to the kingdom, but honestly, they'd also pissed off a loooot of people where they'd come from, so a change of scenery is more than welcome, even if it is sounding like it's going to be temporary.
The squire, a young looking man with dark hair that sweeps over thick brows, huffs and goes to stomp a foot, then seems to realize that that's quite a childish thing to do and instead crosses his arms over his chest. "You were called here by my sir knight, so you should-"
"I came here of my own free will," the assassin reminds the squire. "Your letter was preeeeetty vague, so I agreed to come scope it out before signing a contract."
In fact, the assassin hadn't even signed their name at the end of their own response letter. They've been scammed before and aren't terribly keen to have it happen again.
The squire looks even more annoyed, if that's even possible.
"It should be your duty as a citizen t-"
"Hey, woah, okay. First of all, I don't live here. I've got nothing to do with this. Second of all, EH." The assassin makes an exaggerated shrugging gesture. "My political beliefs are more along the lines of 'pay me to not pay attention' and I just kill people on the side. I'm very easily swayed one way or the other, and I'm not gonna lie to you, she seems like she has a lot more money than you or your knight do."
They know they're just toying with the squire now, but his face just keeps getting redder and the assassin's glee only grows. They're digging themself a grave and it's never been more entertaining to pick up a shovel.
"The- I- Well- Hmph!" The squire looks around desperately, shifting on the spot and trying to find something scathing to say. "The queen wouldn't be interested in you anyways!"
At that, the assassin shrugs again, gloved hands lifting level with their cocked head. "Maybe not, but I'm young, I'm dumb, and she looks like she knows her way around a dungeon, if y'know what I mean."
They give the squire a dramatic and suggestive waggle of their eyebrows, which draws an outraged half-shout from him, but their mind is elsewhere.
The long, dark hallway of the throne room, where the queen had sat, a stunning centerpiece draped in lascivious reds and purples. The nobles that had come and go, all looking dull and frightened next to her unrelenting aura of strength and power. The flick of a spiked silver gauntlet, glittering in the torch light. The shine of those same torches across exposed cleavage.
What really takes up space in the assassins head, though, is the moment--the singular, heart-stopping moment--when the queen had looked directly at them. Calculating dark eyes had sought their own in the shadows of the rafters, and when they had met, one finger drew itself inward in a gestured command the assassin still intends to obey.
Come to me.
The assassin is shaken out of their reverie by the squire snapping his fingers far too close to their face. Their hand instinctively twitches towards their quiver for a moment, then stills.
"Will you still accept the contract?"
Oh. Is he still on that?
The assassin sighs, then props a hand up on their hip. "How about this, I'll go meet the queen and make sure she doesn't have a better offer for me, and then maybe we can talk. Sound good?"
The squire seems to realize right then and there what the assassin's been trying to tell him the entire time, and his hand drops to his sword.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
"Shame. For you, that is," the assassin cracks a smile, gapped teeth bright in the dying light of evening, "I don't take orders from people who haven't paid me."
The squire doesn't even have time to fully draw his sword before the assassin's thrown themself over the side of the bridge, landing a little less than gracefully in the river below.
However, for all their mishaps, for all of the excitement of the day, for how heavy their sopping wet clothes are, they return to the castle. And when they collapse to their knees; when the queen sits forward to appraise them; when the cool finger of her gauntlet curls under their chin to guide their wide, willing eyes to meet her own sly, approving ones; they don't think they could imagine a better outcome for this venture.