Illustrations and Things

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Adoption

Don’t forget to take some snacks!

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A Day in the Life of an Impostor

Added in some edits to show the same day from yellow’s POV.

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Ok now this is the last one! They don’t normally have a mini crewmate, but I wanted to use the last of the purple fabric.

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Last plushie for a while I promise! This one is made for a friend :)

And now I’m officially done with the purple I had. I can make a mini crewmate out of the tiny remainder though.

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A Day in the Life of a Crewmate - now in color!

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A Day in the Life of a Crewmate inspired by Rockwell’s art. WIP so far as I need to add color.

Sorry, but also not sorry, for all of the among us art as of late :)

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Let me tell you about the remnant section at your local fabric store...

Standing Crewmate pattern

Dead Crewmate pattern

I did alter the legs from the original pattern and scale the crewmates up to 12″ tall, but I have to say those patterns are easy to follow. Instead of stitching the visor to the face and stuffing it, I stitched the visor to an oval of the same color as the suit and stuffed that before stitching it on to the body like the 02 tank.

Non pilling fleece is what I mainly used for the bodies and blue minky fabric for the visors. Yellow is the only one made entirely out of minky, but they’re all equally cuddly.

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Among us plushies because I wanted to break in my new sewing machine! There are flaws, but that’s ok - repetition is how you get better.

Huge thank you to Witchcrafty for the patterns:

Standing crewmate

Dead crewmate

I made the little dead crewmate before wanting to scale up the pattern to 12″ tall, so yellow is the parent of 1.5 now...

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Needle felted among us because I have an addiction to this game...

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Watched Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous today, and the only thing I could think about was how the two camp counselors are named Dave and Roxy.

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Waiting

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The update was awhile ago, but I needed to share this panel of comfort and Karkat’s little belly.

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Have a tiny griffin with an itchy ear!

Rough sketch, first drawing, then final drawing before painting.

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i eat cat food off my dog’s ass

First thing’s first - I’ve been absent due to not really feeling like creating as of late because of everything that’s happening; both in public and in my personal life. I’m thankful that these things are being exposed and addressed, and hope good will come out in the end so we can have a more equal place for everyone to live in.

Second thing - my new art tag is “i eat cat food off my dog’s ass” because I’m tired of people copying tags when they reblog something. Don’t be lazy. Especially if one of the tags is “my art”. So we’ll see how many people enjoy eating cat food off their dog’s asses.

That’s about as much as I have to say. Stay safe out there. Sorry this is a weird post.

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Cake

Being in quarantine has left me to fill my time with writing and art. Since I don’t have any art to share, I figured I’d share writing tonight. Part of Cake epilogue AU I’m working on because being stuck in isolation is fun. Dave meets Karkat for the first time after being put in the same cell. Also writing isn’t what I usually do/share, but I’m practicing.

Slowly coming back to consciousness, Dave shielded his eyes as he opened them to the dim light, and immediately noticed the lack of shades on his face. As he took survey of the place, his hand brushed over the dark stone floor and lighter cobbled walls surrounding him. A heavy weight rested against his ankle, weighing his leg down. A curious pull confirmed a chain dragged along with it.

“It's about time you're awake.” Dave sluggishly looked to the source of the voice. It was a troll, sitting with his back against the wall and his knees drawn against his chest, casually resting his chin on top. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with bright red detailing. Within his black mess of hair, Dave could make out the smallest troll horns he'd ever seen. The troll immediately and noisily cleared his throat. “'Hello, my name is …' that's usually how people greet each other, fuckface. Not by staring.”

He looked away, taking note that the troll was probably insecure about his horns. Dave would assume he'd be too, if they were on display for everyone to judge. “I didn't mean to stare, dude. Sorry.” Usually he'd have a much better comeback than that, but that usually fell under the pretense of not having to rewire his brain at the same time.

The troll just huffed and sat there, still in the same position. “Whatever.”

Inch by inch, Dave eventually scooted himself over to the wall to rest his back against it. He could feel the heat leave his body through the thin shirt he wore, warming the stone beneath it. His mind started to come back online with each minute that passed, and eventually he knew he'd have to get to know his new charming roommate.

“Hello, my name is Dave,” he started.

“Hello, Dave.”

Dave waited for the troll to follow through and give his name in return. After a few minutes, he wasn't sure he was going to get it. “So, what should I call you?”

“I'm surprised you haven't heard of me yet. Not been paying attention to all the wanted posters plastered around, have you?” The troll mused with an emotion Dave could only describe as pissed boredom. “I'm Karkat.”

Karkat. That name did sound familiar. Dave had never been able to put a face to the name before, though. “You were the leader of the rebellion.”

“Still am. This is just a... sweep long setback.” His voice trailed as realization set in. Karkat lifted his chin off his knees. “Why'd they put you in here? Kill anyone noteworthy?”

“Unless that someone was disguised as a deer, no. I was out hunting and now... well, surprise. I’m here.”

“Where specifically were you out hunting?”

“Some forest that's a few miles away from my apartment. Just a place I found after all the other places had been picked clean once people started to figure out the stores weren't opening back up.”

Karkat sat, mulling things over. “They probably thought you were part of the rebellion. There's a little forest that we used as a base of operations for a while. Humans never really stepped foot in it.”

Dave rested his head against the cold wall as he countered, “I never saw a troll around there, either.”

“Because we were good at keeping out of sight.” Karkat pulled his knees against his chest and rested his chin on them once again, “most of the time.”

A stretch of silence passed before Dave asked, “Do you know what they're planning on doing with us?”

“I've overheard a few things.” Karkat spoke quietly, “not fun things.”

Dave waited for him to continue, but Karkat stayed quiet after that. Dave could only assume death wasn't on that list. Well, it probably was, but it's at the very bottom of the list. Buried under all the other fun things they had to do first like some macabre grocery list. Death was right next to the apple juice. Can't forget that apple juice.

As he mulled over what else was on that list, a tall figure stepped up to their cell door and blocked out most of the fluorescent light. The already dim room went further into darkness. “Good morning, Karkat.” The figure turned to look at Dave before adding, “and human.” Dave tried to make out the figure's face, but the back lighting was too bright for his shade-less sensitive eyes to adjust to. “I have something for the both of you today.” The guard unlocked the door with one hand while balancing a tray with the other.

As he stepped into the dim light of the cell, Dave could finally see some of his features. The troll wore a smart dark blue and black outfit that only accentuated his body. His horns were much longer than many of the other trolls Dave had met, and that list definitely now included Karkat. “I hope you like my cooking. We recently had to let the chef go, so I've been given the task of preparing the meals this week.”

Dave watched as the tray was set in front of him. “Just let the chef go?” He looked down at the suspicious stew sitting there.

“Yeah, he didn't show up for work. Three strikes and all that.”

“He's not with us in spirit, is he?”

“What the fuck are you getting at?”

“He wants to know if you murdered the chef, cut him up, and served him in a bowl.”

“OH.” The guard let out a deep laugh, “no, that was Tuesday's special. You missed it.”

Dave slowly dug the spoon in to the stew, trying to figure out what the chunks were.

“This, however, is most definitely the janitor.” He said dryly as he pocketed the cell key.

Dave slowly let go of the spoon, uninterested in finding out if the guard was joking or not.

“Dave, it's not the janitor, either.”

“Ok, you got me.” The guard slowly clapped his hands. “You got me.” He sat down next to Karkat and put his arm around the smaller troll's shoulders. “It's babies.”

“For fuck's sake.” Karkat groaned. “No, Dave. Not babies.”

“I'm not that interested in eating anyway.” Dave pushed the bowl away, scraping the metal bottom against the stone. “Don't worry about it.”

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Karkat’s candy outfit for now. So far we know what his eye patch looks like, he has a cape, and a grappling line somewhere around his wrist. And the outfit looks like something from Tron. I’m probably missing something, but those are the things I remember right now.

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Meat epilogue: Pesterquest edition

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Hope we see a Comrade Karkat sprite some time in the future!

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That is something I have planned! I was waiting to see more of his outfit revealed but it might be a bit so I’ll probably just guess the rest of it.