My name's Kim (she/her) and I'm a 23 years old artist more focused in fanarts from fandoms like Friday Night Funkin' and Five Nights At Freddy's as well furries and a few other OCs I have ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
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Guys I love Backrooms so I put my two idiots (Dandy & Astro) in the Backrooms
For context, Dandy is not his therapist, Astro is forcing him to roleplay as his brother (Austin Russo, yes the handler). He should have been a doctor but was stuck as a pharmacist.
But this was a real good painting I'm still proud of, and thought it deserved to see the light of the day somewhere, so to the sea of Tumblr it will go
This was for my Hellbeats AU (basically Dante's Inferno AU, it's called Hellbeats bc it's based of the mod with the same name)
This is possibly the first Ruv request since he got added. A Ruv x S/O (or reader, if you wanna make this a full blown fic.) who escaped from an unauthorized 'prison' where innocent people are kidnapped and caged. I know, that's a bit too edgy and on the nose.
It is indeed the first request, anon! Thank you so much!
Oh ho ho we starting with the big scenarios already!
I can't promise anything great but here we go
Ruv x Reader Who Escaped "Prison"
It's been a month, you couldn't be sure, but you wanted it to be more than a month that you had escapes that prison... That.. hellscape, it was wo much more than a prison.
You didn't remember how you got there anymore, and barely could remember how you got out, everything felt like a dream, a nightmare. But the proofs that it was real and it happened were on your skin - bruises were spread out across your body, a variety of colors: dark pink ones, big purple ones and even some big black ones that hurt like hell. And of course, some green and yellow ones indicating of bruises that they were going away.
You shivered, you didnt have clothes besides your underwear and a white tank top that they had given you at that place... Said it was better to spot for any possibly stains and liquid - and also made most of your arm accessible for quick blood exams studies too. But now you were cold and in extreme pain, even if it had been some weeks, the adrenaline was enough to keep you going. But only for so long. You sighed as you trembled more on the alleyway near a grocery store, it was pretty late for it to be open but you saw the 24 hours sign lit, you paid no mind as the painful growling in your stomach faded enough for you to lay down- you tried to get help from some people before but to no avail, and you weren't willing to trust anyone anymore. You felt weak.
You curled up on the alleyways floor, and closed your eyes. You were drifting off to sleep when you heard the bell on the grocery store ring, probably another customer. You didn't care enough to open your eyes anyways.
You soon felt a slightly nudge on your legs, it was a harsh cold leather like texture. You didn't move, and you got nudged harder.
" 'Ey." The harsh, but surprisingly quiet voice called out out of your sleepness. You soon notice what was nudging you was a boot.
You looked up to the broad figure that stood in front of you, he looked like a soldier but the slouched shoulders and his jacket's fur collar around him said otherwise. Even so, you feared he was just one of the man ready to take you to that place again. You didn't know if you should fight or give up, these past days you felt like you have been running non-stop and you had no energy in you anymore.
"It's too cold for you to lay around like this. You're gonna freeze to death." The man didn't bother to crouch down or kneel to talk you, but he didn't move from his spot either. While you looked at him wirh hazy eyes, you noticed the groceries bags around his hands, he also looked very, very tall. You couldn't quite tell since you were looking at from your spot on the floor.
"You're bruised." He said while looking down at you, and pointing at your arms. The remark was enough to make you a bit awake again - was he an agent of the place? Was he looking for bruised people with almost no clothes?
You tried to get to your feet, although it felt like laying down had sucked the rest of energy you had left, "I-I need to run away..." You muttered to yourself in panic, but loud enough for the man to hear.
"Running from what?" You didn't answer as you slowly rose to your feet, leaning on the wall for support while he waited some minutes, watching your trembling knees almost give in once again. "...I know a place you can stay, until it gets hotter again. And until you don't look pathetic like this." He had no agression in his tone, it sounded more like a worried request.
You shook your head, "Y-you're gonna take me to that... Place, to that hell a-again."
The man gave a loud sigh and you swore you could have felt the ground give out a slightly tremor. "I'm not taking you anywhere. It's just... A church. I've got a friend there that can keep care of you." The man gave a step closer to you, the light from the streets finally lighting up his face to where you could see him better, "...I was on the run once too. I'm just offering help."
You look at him properly for the first time, he was missing an eye - the eyepatch was a ribbon wrapped around his left face. His expression was just a deadpan one, however you could still tell the look he was giving you meant much more than uninterest. His clothes looked awfully warm too, you wish you could wear them. Maybe it was a trap, but you had no strength anymore, you were really just cold. "...Okay." You siliently spoke again.
He adjust his posture, you could tell his expression changed to something but you couldn't tell what exactly. "It's just 3 blocks away from here." He turned his back and gave some steps before turning at you again, puzzled expression on his face.
You inhaled deeply and pushed yourself off the wall, giving slow trembling steps and falling to your knees again, before a big hand stopped you from doing so, giving you support by holding you by the chest.
"Can't walk?" The man asked, with a careful tone, and you nooded in shame, trying to come up witha a excuse for your weakness. "Mind if I carry you then?" His bluntiness made you get caught in your words again, he's still had his groceries in hand, and this would be such a bother to him. You barely had your time to pick your choice as you felt yourself get swooped off of your feet and into his arms, you could hear him clicking his tongue, "I don't have time to wait you make your mind."
You stayed quiet as you appreciated the warmth from him reaching your skin, your head begrudgingly falling to rest on his shoulder, and against the coat's soft fur as you watched the city background move from a new perspective.
"Name's Ruv by the way." You heard the deep voice far away as you could feel your body growing heavy from the sleepness.
"...Thanks, Ruv." You said as you finally let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling for the first time in months, safe, even if in a stranger's arms.
Can I request Yandere Whitty x street food vendor reader? where reader gives him food every day so that he isn't hungry
We are back to more yandere whitty hell yeah
I decided to put read mores on this blog so mobile users don't need to be scrolling so much! I didn't realize I write such lengthy imagines lmao
Yandere!Whitty x Street Food Vendor!Reader
CW: Violence (not between Whitty and reader) // Possible stalking
You both meet when you notice the skittish shadowy figure watch you work from the alleyway, turns out the skittish figure was a 8'11 feet tall bomb, but oh well - you had heard of purple demons and killer clowns, a skyscraper explosive was nothing out of this world.
However his hunger definitely wasn't normal, you offered him some of the food you were selling - he acted like a scared cat, you only assumed he wanted your food when his eyes kept darting from your hands to your cart - and in return, he thanked you. Oh, so he speaks, you thought to himself.
Every day after, your friendship with your new non-costumer got stronger, he didn't pay anything for the food you'd give him but his so happy smiles and compliments about your food afterwards were enough of a payment. And with that, more knowledge about each other - Whitty trusted you enough to not only eat your food but to tell you his name and his past. And so you did the same.
You were still trying to convince Whitty to come live with you, but he insisted that he preferred the alleys, and that way he could always visit your work nearby. You didn't know, but Whitty was completely infatuated with you - he just knew how to play cool - but the way he looked at you from afar, when you were attending other customers and smiling after you made sells, it was obvious to know he had an obsession for you.
But it was all fine, perfect actually. All he wanted was to make you happy, forever, your daily food aside, it was your smiles that brightened his day. Until one day of course, where there where no smiles.
Whitty was in his usual spot, hidden from the public's view in the alleyway - but he could admire you just fine. You never knew he watched you for so long but you did know he would pop up thorough the day to get his daily lunch - except that today, something happened.
A small group of kids- no, men, they were adults, even if they didn't act their age - came by your cart, elbowing each other and giggling to themselves as they came closer to where you were. They started to annoy you about your food, mostly were saying nonsense as they waved their arms in front of you, while another one dig through the small package you had on the display (specifically already packed for Whitty that day) to eat it and immediately spit it out on sidewalk.
You barely had a reaction while they surrounded and mocked you, but seeing them grab Whitty's food and treat like shit made you snap out of it to act - you tried to take the paper bag away from their hands but another guy grabbed you and shoved you away - cussing you while he did so as you fell on your back, this was enough to make them feel pride in their actions and they started to kick your cart until it stumbled over, spilling all the already made food and the condiments as it broke the window's display during the fall as well.
You froze in place with no visible reaction as you looked at your now broken and trashed cart. No. The men were still laughing around you before a fast black blur punched one of them square in the jaw - the dude who shoved you, and told the others around, probably the leader. All the others and you were shocked before realizing it was no other than Whitty, standing in front of you, his back was turned towards you but you still could get a glimpse of his face - he was baring his teeth, and he had no pupils, his eyes were glowing a pure orange - his fuse was smoking at the tip, but not lit.
Nobody dared to make a move towards the giant fuming bomb, the man Whitty had punched groaned in pain as he tried to get up, his face bloody. "You broke my nose, you mot-"
Whitty knelt down over him and grabbed him by his shirt - cutting him off - his right hand moved to the guy's sides. You couldn't see from where you were sitting, only Whitty's back and the dude's frightened face. "If you ever so look at them again..." he trailed off as Whitty's right hand heated up intensely, burning through the clothes and his skin, making the man let out a yell from the pain pain - Whitty instantly let go of him.
He turned to the others that were still watching Whitty with scared expressions, frozen in place. "SCRAM!" Whitty's yell was loud as a thunder and made you jolt a little. All the men ran in different directions, fast as they could, to never be seen again.
As soon as they went out of view, Whitty's head turned towards you - his mad expression completely gone, instead now he had furrowed brows and worried eyes scanning your figure, that was still sitting in the middle of the street, looking for bruises and cuts - his so loud and bold voice now caught in his throat "....A-are you okay?"
"I-I think so." You stuttered as he helped you to your feet. "My cart though..." You trailed off. "I'm so sorry, Whitty, your food-"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it, we really need to get you home." Whitty said, still roaming his arms over your shoulders looking for a possible injury. "We can fix your cart later," he said giving a quick glance at the state of your, quite literally, bread and butter trashed over the floor.
"...Are you staying home too?" You questioned him about his sudden use of the word 'we'.
Whitty was turning your cart back into it's wheels when he stopped to look at you, "well I'm not gonna leave alone so soon. ....And I'm sorta hungry." He said, avoiding his gaze from yours.
You giggled, perhaps some food would be fitting as a thank you for helping you deal with those punks... How did he even appear so soon? You weren't even at his main spot!
Oh well.. those questions could wait. All you needed now was a nice shower and perhaps a nice lunch with your savior.
Hey, so I just remembered this blog and wanted to do a simple request. A fluffy hurt/comfort scenario where Ruv has to cheer the reader up after a tough and rough day.
I've been having a rough day as well so I guess this would be nice
Ruv x Sad!Reader
Your visits to the church were daily, but not because of the church itself, no. It was further down the halls, were the common house part of the church was located, there you'd find the reason of your visits and spend time with. Ruv. You'd normally find him in the kitchen helping Sarv, in the living room, or maybe just outside in the garden breathing in the fresh air.
They were good days, the most peaceful part of your day. You and Ruv were being a thing for a short while, but it was always wonderful, and you swore because of this you'd never have a bad day again.
But oh weren't you wrong.
This anxiety built up inside you, suddenly waking up early to do your chores and runs errands was an excruciating task. You were sad, and didn't want to move. You didn't want to do anything. What happened? You were fine last week. You sighed in defeat, thoughts passing by way too fast for you to ever process anything.
You stayed on the phone a few more hours before pushing yourself to get food, hoping eating a bit would change your mood, but it stayed the same. You sighed in exhaustion, and glanced up at the clock and the realization hit.
Oh no.
Soon it was going to be the time to visit the church and see Ruv, and you didn't feel like it. Even if you pushed and visited anyways, you were disgruntled at the idea of Sarvente being there and picking up on your mood, you wanted to be alone. You sighed and slumped on the couch, feeling that anxiety and sadness build up again, now with the pressure of finding an excuse for Ruv.
You didn't seem the time pass as you tried to distract yourself again with your phone until a message from Ruv popped up on your screen and you found your heart skip a beat.
"Not coming? Late" Ruv's messaged said, his conscious choice of writing the less words possibly being so visible in this it would've brought a smile to your face if you weren't so distraught.
You stared at the screen, trying to find of an excuse. You probably stayed longer than you wanted when another message popped up.
"I see u online"
You groaned and let your head hang. God damnit why did he have to be so nosey. You lifted your head up again and sighed, Ruv was worried. It was his way of checking on you and you knew it, it was only fair you'd be honest to him.
"I'm not doing good lately :( I don't want to come to the church today, I'm sorry, I hope you understand 💔"
"Y"
You bit your lip.
"Just had a rough day, it's all. I think I just need to stay home, sorry."
"👍"
You slid down the couch with a grimace, you knew Ruv's emojis and short words were just how he naturally texted, but didn't stop the feeling of think you hurt his feelings pop up.
You felt the horrible anxious feelings crawl up your skin again as you started to overthink, you fucked everything up didn't you?
You gripped the phone harder as the waves of upset hit you over and over, rereading your messages and trying to find an anchoring thought in your racing mind but nothing seemed to be working.
And soon you heard the doorbell.
The stress was quickly pushed under a rug, the facade of politeness instantly brought up as you expected to be a neighbor or someone else, you expected it to be anyone but Ruv, as soon as you opened the door.
"Ruv?" You blinked in confusion as Ruv stood still at the door.
"You are sad." Ruv stated, nothing else, but you ignored him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Thought visiting would do good, can go back though." He said slightly turning away before you grabbed him by his sleeve.
"No! I mean, I, you can stay. That'd... That'd be really nice of you Ruv." You gave him a small smile as you let him through the door.
He didn't speak anymore as he stepped in your house. Ruv has been there before, but he always liked to silently observe details of your house, something he just would naturally do, and sometimes end up leaving you embarrassed about the mess. But considering you had barely moved the whole day, it seemed tidier than before, and somehow, Ruv noticed.
"Did not eat today?" Ruv asked, lookig at the clean sink.
The sudden question made you embarrassed and you set your gaze on the floor. "I... had a fruit earlier."
Ruv nodded with a low hum of acknowledgment, and watched you go sit on your usual spot on the couch, picking up the phone but not turning it on.
You were staring at a blank spot ahead of, spacing out in your anxious thoughts, and didn't notice Ruv approach you, nor kneel by your side, jolting in place only when he put a hand on your knee.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his intense gaze never faultering. You looked at him, opening and closing your mouth multiple times, wondering if it was worth to busy Ruv's mind with your troubles, trying to find the right words, and then you felt his hand squeezed your knee.
"I'm here. Talk to me."
These words were all you needed to let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding. And you felt this wave of... something run through your body as you looked at him back. "Ruv..." Your voice cracked, but there was no time to process it as he pulled you into a fierce, strong hug. Your arms instantly wraped around him, as if it was second nature.
"It's 'k, let go." He said, rubbing circles between your shoulder blades as he felt you tremble against him. "I have you."
And with that, you let your tears fall.
Hello! If your requests are open, can you please do Ruv with an s/o who likes painting him? Like BEAUTIFULLY because this man needs more love
I sure can anon! Indeed Ruv needs more love
Also the whole prelude to the actual thing got so long lmao I'm so sorry
Ruv with Reader who likes painting him
You always showed your interest for art and would casually practice your painting hobby around Ruv and Sarv in the church. Sarv would be very vocal about it, complimenting your art and giving commentary about little details that would make you happy someone noticed them, Ruv on the other hand, barely commented on it.
But, even so, you could tell he enjoyed it too since he'd sneak up behind you (he might be heavy but his steps were rather quiet when he wanted to) to watch you paint for some minutes before you'd notice and jolt from the sudden silent man staring at your art, how long has he been there?
Everytime you jolted and looked at him distraughted or asked him about it, he would just reply with a 'looks nice' and leave. You paid no mind, you knew how he was more of the quiet type, but his obvious interest to watch you paint was definitely speaking volumes to you. He was pretty observant too, you realized once you complained to yourself about how you forgot to get extra black paint, since the tube you had at the church had started to run out, and guess what, it did.
Sarv had offered you to leave your painting tools, canvases and brushes in her room (you were going to put them in one of the back rooms of the church where they kept their storage, but none of them let you do such thing, claiming it was dusty and could end up getting lost among their boxes), so you didn't need to bother bringing up so much stuff to the church when you wanted to spend sometime with them. But with that, you made sure to track whenever your paints were running low so you could bring extra ones in your next time with them. Except this time, you didn't, and it was especially the black paint too - how were you supposed to get new tones without it?
You groaned as you looked around your other paints for something that could replace it, not noticing Ruv had gotten up from his seat on the couch and away from the room, maybe dark blue could do it? No, probably not. You covered the painting with a white sheet and left the stool you were sitting on and went to the kitchen, where Sarv was brewing coffee for herself, but no sign of Ruv.
"Hey Sarv." You waved a hand at her and looked around, "...Where's Ruv?"
She greeted you and offered coffee which you politely declined, you were still bummed about the painting and caffeine would probably not help it at all. "No idea! I thought he was with you. Oh well, I do believe I heard the church door creak at some point, I think he left to buy some of the groceries I asked him earlier today." Sarvente said, finger scratching her chin mindlessly. As you were about to speak again, you heard shuffling behind and the moment you turned around, Ruv put some bags in front of the table you were sitting at.
"Black paint." He said monotonously, not looking at you, and turned to face Sarv, "Got everything on the list but they were out of the coffee ground you like." Settling some of the left over bags in his other hand on the ground.
Sarv started to complain but you weren't paying attention no more as you eagerly looked inside the bag, two tubes of black paint, and an extra white one too resting on the bottom. Same brand too, how did he even memorize it? It's not like he even got this close to your paints to know them by memory right? ...Or did he? You turned around to thank him only to realize he was gone again and Sarv was taking the groceries out of the bag and setting onto the counter, giving you a small understanding smile. "He's back at living room." Seriously, how was he so fast?
You picked up your bag with your new paints and dashed to the room, where your painting, and now Ruv, were. You walked up to the sight of Ruv standing in front of your easel and canvas, slowly lifting up the sheet covering the artwork. "Hey!" You called out making Ruv immediately drop whatever he was trying to do, you really had to be stealthy to ever sneak up on him, not even Sarv could do it often, but apparently you were lucky today. "No snooping around, what do you think you were doing?" You asked, a playful warning tone in your voice.
Ruv stared at you, startled about getting caught red-handed, before settling his eyes on the ground, the deadpan expression back on his face, "just looking." And walked away to sit on the couch.
"Well, this one is special. So no looking before I'm actually done."
Ruv kept looking at you for some extra seconds before closing his eye and silently nodding his head. "'K, no peeking."
You smiled in return, and took your chance to thank him for buying you the paints you needed, truth be told, you wished you could kiss his cheek as a thank you too, but sometimes Ruv's large frame and quietness would make you hesitate for too long to not make the moment awkward. So you settled back on painting, making sure the canvas was out of his view.
Hours passed and you were practically done by now, a few touches were needed but not that one or other hour more wouldn't help it. But it was late too and you needed to go back home, you decided to take your painting with you so you could add final touches and varnish it so it could be properly finished. Sarv and Ruv both questioned if you didn't want to keep it around in the church and finish it the next day, but you insisted you were too anxious to wait.
You bid them goodnight, canvas carefully wrapped in a sheet under your arm and your bag with extra paint, your phone and keys in your other hand. Ruv's curiosity was clearly obvious, since he kept staring at the covered canvas, trying to guess what could be the image on it, way more than at your face when you were getting out of the church, you didn't get to see him express those childlike feelings often, and you couldn't help but find it cute.
You went back to your house, little did they know that you didn't plan to get sleep - in fact, you were this close to finish the canvas, so why wait?
6:02 AM
You looked at the clock, defeated but proud at the same time. The canvas was finished. A full portrait of Ruv stood out in the frame, heh, if he wasn't a man of words before, you were sure you'd leave him speechless now.
Hi guys! If y'all noticed I am back from a long hiatus! I will try to be more active here on Tumblr as well-
Basically I got in a hiatus after my dad died, and other stuff was happening in my life that just basically killed any drive I had to even make art.
While I was recovering, Dandy's World fandom got in flames 😭 So I wanted to share some of my thoughts I shared on twitter:
I'd like to start saying I genuinely have always disliked Qwel since the keychain plushies blindbox thing (due to prices change with her autograph, and how every one had a manufacture issue), and discovering the jaw breaker candy was only updated 8 months after Rox was fired (bro it's a circle, it's not fucking hard)
I always encouraged bootleg plushies because I thought the original were ugly and a steal of money (don't even get me on twisted dandy plushie being the same size of normal dandy and somehow more expensive) and other stuff regarding BlushCrunch and how Qwel dealt with the banning of the player that got to floor 500 due to a bug (a lot of pettiness and unprofessionalism from Qwel was shown)
Qwel's overall attitude never surprised me and frankly I'm glad more people are seeing she sucks! Fandom and media wise, I don't really associate Dandy's World with BlushCrunch because well- The game never left alpha, it fucking sucks. I hate the game.
There's no story, and nothing actually makes me think of original dandy's world, only other artist's stories!
I love seeing everyone's take on Dandy's World and writing the story of their own, to me the game belongs to the fandom, not to Qwel (because she never even finished the fucking game besides taking down others' games with copyright claims on roblox) We should support the victims, artists of the fandom, and ANYONE that is not Qwel, there's people out here making friends and money on a lovely media. I will continue to draw AND make merch of it, because frankly?
Fuck Qwel. I OWN dandy's world (and everyone else!!)
Hi! Just wanna say your art is absolute stunning and I shed a tear everytime I saw your art on my timeline
By the way, I'm not forcing you, but can you draw my OC, Tsumugi? I ship her with Cosmo
AWW thank you so much omg!! 🥺💕
And yes! Of course I can! Just DM me and we can discuss a price, I do flat colors for 18$ but I also accept Ko-Fi besides Paypal for those who can't use it <3
Of course this is super in bad quality so just check my pinned post with all examples of stuff I can draw! I especially love OC x Canon
He finally is ready to meet you!!
☆ My 4th sewing project but 1st ever being sold, Whitty might be the biggest I have ever sewn! (Or that I
He finally is ready to meet you!!
☆ My 4th sewing project but 1st ever being sold, Whitty might be the biggest I have ever sewn! (Or that I have ever seen in the fandom)
☆ He's almost 1 meter tall, being exactly 96 centimeters (38 inches) and weighs 1.5 kg (3 lbs!) He's hefty and perfect for cuddling, also great for giving you a little pressure therapy for those who like weighted blankets!
☆ In the picture he does not have his jacket but he will be shipped with a removabled jacket that you can dress and undress at any time!
★ I can also discuss selling through Paypal outside ko-fi! Just DM me through my social media! If you wanna see more pictures of him, just ask me too!
Reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated!! I've shared him on Instagram, Discord, Bluesky and Youtube with no success so I lowered the price, he's now only $80! If you can't buy him or know someone who knows, consider reblogging so more people can see him <3
