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I really hate to do this by my hands are tied! My husband’s car broke down in the middle of a blizzard and it’s our only transportation, so everything in my toy house is for sale, that includes ocs that are not in the for sale folder.
I’ll take any money offers and will take the payment through anything. I’ll also be opening emergency commissions where they are pay what you want symmetrical icons.
The smell of long, burnt out candles filled the air, and the room was in a deep chill- not that you and Horropedia minded, anyways. This just meant that the two of you had to huddle for warmth beneath the quilt that rested over the both of you, cuddling up against the cramped armchair that Horropedia had insisted you sit in for your annual Halloween horror movie marathon. How terrible! Your limbs were tangled together in ways thought impossible due to the space, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was like no other, a safe haven, a place that provided you nothing but solace. While you were too busy thinking about the peaceful nature of the situation, how comfortable you felt pressed close to Horropedia in an intimate but non-sexual manner, Horropedia was rambling on and on, something you had grown accustomed to in the time you had known him.
“-and you of all people know that Scream is one of my all time favorites! In the 90’s, slashers had long been written off as something cheesy, corny, and stupid. I beg to differ, when a slasher is really done correctly, it’s just as scary as any Canadian psychological horror could ever be! Anyways, Scream was a total game changer in the mid-to-late 90’s! It brought back slashers in a way that people couldn’t help but eat up- I think it’s a fantastic movie, the fourth-wall commentary made by Randy is some of my favorites ever, he totally reminds me of- me! It’s a damn shame what they did to him in Scream 2. Uncalled for! Hey- hey! Heyyyy? Are you paying attention?”
You shook your head in a “snap out of it” manner, blinking your eyes a few times as you couldn’t help but stare at Horropedia’s face. “You weren’t! You know I don’t like repeating myself!” He feigned an annoyed huff, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry, Joshua~” “You stop that!” “You know I only keep saying it because you keep responding to it.” “Hey, I only respond to it because that’s what everyone else calls me, but I know I can trust you to call me what I’d like…”
That managed to tug at your heart in a way you hadn’t expected for tonight, your lips pursing as you moved to gently brush Horropedia’s hair from his face, your other hand tugging out his ponytail and carding your fingers through his hair. “Hey. You’re always going to be my Horropedia. Nothing will ever change that.” Horropedia had the softest flush on his freckled cheeks, one that was barely visible through the light glow of the tv screen. “Haaa, I am, aren’t I?” His lips quivered into a nervous smile, fighting the soft noises that wanted to leave him as your fingers would gently tug at his hair as they carded through it.
This genuinely was the perfect way to spend Halloween for both of you. Horropedia got to indulge in his interests, and you got to indulge in Horropedia’s presence. Your relationship was very slow in manner, and neither of you truly minded it. Horropedia for all his life had insisted he would never, ever engage in a romantic relationship. “You know what relationships lead to- the couple gets all googly eyes at each other and then they do the deed and then a heinous killer comes out and slashes their throats open with a bowie knife! I’m not a newbie to this!” His rationalization through horror movies was sure to be his romantic downfall, but your patience is just what he needed. Sex was a no-go- for the moment being, at least, (though realistically, it would not come into fruition for a long, long time,) but you certainly didn’t mind that, everything else that Horropedia had to offer was more than enough to satisfy you. He had so many rules about relationships developed through horror movies, but you were willing to follow each and every one if it meant you were lucky enough to be his significant other.
His personality was something entirely unique to him, and you simply found it adorable. Horropedia always grew so excited when discussing his favorite movies- and was disgusted in a hilarious manner when discussing his least favorites. There would never be another person that could encapsulate all of the perfect imperfections about Horropedia, whether it be his social awkwardness, his lack of filter, or his tendency to ramble over others. All of these amalgamated into the love of your life, though, you wouldn’t dare tell him this for years to come, in fear of scaring him off. All of Horropedia’s rules were truly grounded in fear, fear that he wouldn’t be loved in the way that he so desperately needed. You were his rock, and proved time and time again that someone was capable of loving him, of taking their time, of accepting each and every one of his flaws.
The room was silent aside from the droning of Scream on the television, and the tension in the room was palpable as you played with Horropedia’s hair. The both of you simply stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a soft, “I love you.” Horropedia’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, not having heard those three words in a romantic manner towards him in… perhaps his entire life. His mouth would open and close a few times before his brow furrowed, leaving you nervous, but still continuing your ministrations to comfort him. He was silent as he moved to pull your hand from his hair, clasping your fingers in his before squeezing your hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause.
As you held his hand, you could tell Horropedia was trembling, all too scared to utter those three words, though the squeezing of your hand was all you needed to know he felt the same. He loves you too.
Stop removing Lady Dimitrescu’s wrinkles and stretch marks/scars/blemishes. Stop making her super skinny, because clearly she is not. Stop de-aging Lady Dimitrescu. She is a mature woman and her wrinkles/blemishes are part of her beauty. Literally stop removing those features.
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hey yall sorry i dissapered for like a year
if you wanna see more of my art where i post more pls follow there! <3
https://toyhou.se/GrayArtz https://www.instagram.com/grayarts_/
https://www.instagram.com/grayarts_/
https://twitter.com/Gray_Blitz
So, it turns out I wasn’t very satisfied with my Pesci design, mainly with how I did the fur. Thus, I gave it a little update, making it 60% floofier!
Now that I look back, I’m not really sure what the hell I was thinking when I did the fur in the back. I know Pesci’s design pretty well, so I guess my brain died back there. But eh, it’s fixed now I guess.
Oh yeah, I got Able Sisters today, so you don’t have to copy every pixel of this down now! The ID for this particular outfit is MO-R1GM-2KQQ-S96D, and my creator ID is MA-5157-2603-2866. I only have this and my Ghiaccio outfit posted atm, but I will be posting the other outfits real soon for reference. Just gonna edit them so they match the skin colors for playable characters first.