Hi, I draw n write n stuff. Crash Bandicoot Yumeship blog, Dr. N. Gin is my f/o and N-Finity is basically me. Doubles welcome (please show me your ship art), 18+ only cause Iām an adult, SFW+NSFW friendly, They/It
RAH I CAN COMMENT NOW YES!!! But I still canāt message for some reasonā¦
Please, Tumblr, Iām begging you, just let me COMMENT and MESSAGE PEOPLE PLEASE I PROMISE IāM NOT IGNORING YāALL-
It wonāt let me :( so Iāll just say it here for now until the issue is fixed: if youād like to draw N-Finity, I will adore you and cherish it FOREVER n probably print it out n hang it on my wall or sumthin (and also put it on my toyhouse so I can stare at it like this:
Got too tired to finish the whole scene, might never finish it idk Iām picturing N-Gin is helping N-Finity pick a jacket for his outfit asdfghjkl thatās so corny ik
I guess technically heās NB bc he just doesnāt really care about gender.
Colored ma Nina/Coco piece! Itās gonna be on my RedBubble if you want the silly gals!
Iām also taking requests for canonxcanon art in this style cause itās Pride but Iām sticking strictly to Crash Bandicoot characters bc I also wanna make them on my RedBubble shop too!! Iām a little nervous about taking oc/yume atm but Iām trying to work up to that ;-; so if you have a canonxcanon Crash ship youād like seen in this goofy ah art style, shoot a request to my inbox! It may take me a minute to get to it bc Iām chronically ill and eepy a lot.
Akathisia is a bitch and so am I. Time to make my self-insert suffer.
Netta is a mostly familial yumesona btw
Broken Glass
It started small.
It always does.
Netta taps the console.
And her foot.
Just once.
Then again, harder.
She looks down at her own leg, as if it personally betrayed her, pressing her gloved fingers against the fabric of her lab coat.
She goes back to the console.
Another tap. And another. Then her other foot taps.
It doesnāt stop.
Her hips wriggle, a hand against her hip bone as if she physically could stop the jerky movements.
Her antenna flick. Up, down. Up, down.
That does it.
She moves away from the console, a hand buried into her own grey hair as she walks across the labāheavy, stamping, aggressive if you didnāt see the way she tugged at her own hair. She turns at the wall. Doesnāt stop. Walks back.
Her tiny frame clenched and unclenched, hand pressing hard into her middle and tearing at her hair, digging into the chitinous membranes underneath.
Her wings snap open.
A sharp buzz as they fluttered.
Then snapped shut with a sound like broken glass.
A distressed chirrup rang.
The lab. Itās too small, too small.
She stumbles out into the hallway, long and foreboding in the dim moonlight.
She paced. Wings fluttered. Fists clenched.
One lap.
Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six, seven, eightnineten-
She lost track of time. Or she would have, if it had any meaning to her, pacing back and forth down the hallway with eerie precision, knuckles rapping along the walls with hollow thunks.
āNetta?ā A voice called to her, she registered it immediatelyāN. Ginābut didnāt stop. āSomething wrong?ā
She clicks once, loud, louder than heād ever heard before. Her pacing tightened, circling around him like a shark in the ocean. A series of squeaks, buzzes, and clicks erupted as she waved her hands, not the smooth, delicate motions she usually executed, but erratic, sharp motions that even the most skilled interpreter would be at a loss. Her fingers brushed his arm as she passed, gesturing sloppily.
āWhat?ā
She lets out a thrip, a sound like fingers snapping, bending to tap the floor.
āI donāt understand, should I get Dr. N. Tropy-?ā
She clicks, six times in double patterns, just as loud, and very clear. āNo, no, no.ā waves her hand in front of his face, gesturing down then pulling at his arm as she passed, not aggressive but incredibly insistent. Itās messy, unclear, she canāt maintain eye contact long enough but he catches as her eyes flick down minutely with her head.
But the intent is clarified: down. stay.
He hesitates⦠then sits, more out of curiosity than understanding. Her circle tightens, and without so much as a squeak, she drops beside him, scooting up under his left arm and wedging her back against his side, legs still kicking out uselessly. He gingerly rests his arm in her lap, feeling her thigh jolt up against his palm, the panicked flutter of her wings buzzing against the side of his ribs.
Itās slow, painstaking, as the heat seeps through her coat and into her back, her jerking legs start to settle, still twitching but no longer the rapid fire footsteps prior. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back against him, antennae brushing against the cool metal of his faceplate. A heavy, ticking sigh radiates against the heat, like the countdown of a time bomb as she relaxes against him. Her tiny fingers trace against the seams of his coat sleeve, slow, methodical, each residual twitch jerking through her fingertips.
āOkayā¦ā He breathes, glancing around the hallway and pulling her flush against him. āThis is fine.ā
She started to slump forward, he carefully moved her to her side, keeping her tight against him as she shifted, hands clasping his coat tight as she curled against him.
āEasy nowā¦ā He murmured, āItās okayā¦ā
He tilts his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling with the acceptance of a man with a cat on his lap.
āCortex is gonna kill meā¦ā He looks down at her, her leg kicked out in a few short jerks, stopping when he pressed his palm against her hip. āAt least someone here appreciates me.ā
Smol doodles while I wait for my iPad to charge. Iāve been very eepy lately so hereās some more eepy android.
Also size comparisons are fun, N-Finity is just fking massive and gangly and I like showcasing that. Heās like a walking tree, he so tol.
For reference, the real life Harbor the Bunny plush is a rather large plushie (not massive but pretty big) so Iām sure you can imagine how big N-Finity is by comparison lol
Honestly how Iāve been the past few days and I donāt know why.
Anyway, so Iām working on my own personal project so I wonāt be posting here very frequently but things are still in the works for N-Finity, Iāve just been a little wrapped up and also super tired. Between CFS and new meds my brain is just not having it.
Question, do blogs that openly love a specific character enjoy being pm-ed or ask-ed about them and asked questions about said character? Or is it uncomfortable when that happens
catbat origin comic from toys for bob! pretty cool, apparently theyāre planning on making more comics in place of a story mode. hopefully we get more stories around returning characters also!
Dear fellow selfshippers, PLEASE take note and respect your fellow selfshippers identities and pronouns.
Donāt assume, donāt decide for them- especially based on appearance, be it real life or a self insert. Thatās not your call, itās theirs. If you want the same respect, please show that respect for others. Most folks list their identities or at least pronouns in their header/carrd/about.
Being LGBTQ+ does not make you exempt from this. The only times I have been personally and purposely misgendered within this community to this date has been from other LGBTQ+ members, and Ive seen it happen to others a lot. This is not a universal experience but it shouldnāt be happening at all. There is absolutely no valid excuse for it.
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