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Example of pre-paid finished art. Once the remaining half is sent my way, you'll get a much better quality version I promise haha.
What I will draw ✅
Original characters, canon characters, DnD characters, ships, furry ears and tails
What I won't draw ❌
NSFW/suggestive content, excessive gore, realistic metal armour, furry characters (Would love to learn, I'm just not there yet skill-wise unfortunately)
Okay I can't find the post where I said I'd be willing to make some sticker designs in case people wanted to get em printed for themselves and I finally got the motivation to do so today!
So given how evil I've been, you may have something completely normal now :D
For context, I was working on a fanfiction/AU for these guys for a little over a month now and wrote this before Part II came out.
I still have a lot to work on before I start publishing my fanfic stuff haha, but I wanted to post this as some fluff after..... Everything :')
Basically, Avery is going through it, and D3rLord3 is there to comfort him.
Avery is sitting curled up on the bed, knees to chest, arms folded on top. He feels terrible about himself, and Derek knocks on his door to get no response. Derek opens it gently, peers inside.
"Avery?"
Avery shifts away from him. Wraps himself tighter.
Derek tentatively walks into the room, closing the door behind him. He stands there, expression hidden behind his helmet, but everything about his posture seems careful and gentle.
They stay like that for a few minutes while Avery gets acclimated to Derek's steady presence. At first he thought that they would just leave if he stayed silent long enough.
But, as always, Derek's persistence prevails his assumptions.
Avery narrows his eyes at the wall. "... I'm not a child."
"I know."
Avery frowns.
A very important moment of silence passes between them.
"... What's the point of having me around? Why haven't you kicked me out already?"
"I tried," Derek answers simply. "You refused."
"No, like," Avery pauses, trying to find the right words. He doesn't have to look over to know that Derek's gaze was transfixed on his immature and pitiful state, and somehow, that makes this all worse. Compared to him, Derek was the epitome of an adult who had everything together, knew everything, handled himself well, always knew what to say. It made Avery feel like some unimportant, fumbling side character in a novel. "I have nothing to- to- ugh, what's the stupid word?"
"Offer."
"That's exactly my point!" Avery shouts suddenly as he raises a hand in frustration. "All I have done up until this point is annoy you or make you clean up my messes or force you into situations you don't want to be in. I feel like everywhere I go, I just drag you along with me because somewhere deep down I know I can't do anything for myself. I can't even think of a simple word without you anymore. What does that make me?" His words break at he end as he buries his face into his arms. "I'm no better than a leech..."
Derek, for once, does not know what to do. Thousands of psychology articles and research studies and yet... none of them felt natural to him.
Avery sniffs. "Why am I even telling you all of this? You already know it all... don't you? You know that everything I am is fake. My confidence, my personality, my skills. I'm a liar. I've always been a liar..."
Derek walks over to the bed cautiously, like approaching some feral stray, and the corner of the mattress shifts under his weight. He sighs deeply as though giving up on sifting through the dozens of articles that should've helped him in this situation. Instead, he curls his fingers into the vast lake of knowledge in his mind, swishing the waters as he searches for something more useful. When he finds what he's looking for, he returns to reality in a blink. He takes off his helmet and sets it slowly on his lap, looking down at it for stability.
"I know that your mother loves you more than anything else in this world."
Avery stills. Then, he unravels himself slightly.
"... What?"
"I know that your father still thinks about your last Skywars match and smiles, proudly, at the memory. Your sister looked up to you as she grew up. Even as she got older, she enjoyed listening to your ramblings after school, though she never showed it," Derek sifts through each droplet of water that lapped at his fingertips; a pressure headache blossoming from behind his skull in response. "You have regulars who'd bid for you on every match, and look forward to your return, and the baker who always laughed at your jokes has started repeating them to his other customers."
"Wifies?" Avery asks quietly, sniffling a little.
"Yes."
Avery exhales a small laugh, running a hand through the soft sheets mindlessly. "He's hardly a baker. His bread is always burnt on one end."
"You like the burnt parts more. They remind you of the time your mom tried baking her own loaf," Derek mentions a little too quickly.
Avery smiles, just a little, though he feels uneasy from how much Derek truly knew. "Nothing escapes you, huh?"
Derek stiffens. All at once he stops searching the vast waters of his knowledge and shuts the mental doors closed as hard as he can. A sharp stab of pain knocks into his left temple as though a penalty for using the little trick at all. He winces. "I've... said too much."
"No," Avery shifts on the bed as he turns himself to look at Derek. Arms still crossed over his bent knees, he rests his head atop his arms and looks sideways at his companion. "No not at all. You said just enough, thank you."
Derek visibly relaxes as he meets their gaze. A beat passes, but then he nods in acknowledgement.
They end up talking about other matters for the remainder of the night, losing track of time in the middle of childhood stories and distant memories. Before they knew it, the sun was peaking above the horizon in the window, lightening the room and reminding them of time's existence.
But... For just a moment, it felt like they could've stayed like that forever.
It’s unhealthy af but I do think there is a lot of fun to be had exploring the dynamic in a one-sided context. Unfathomable cosmic being which has just discovered a mortal who didn’t die witnessing It and thus approaches them with the sort of curiosity an entomologist feels toward a weird bug + mortal who does not want to be the weird bug an eldritch god is figuratively trying to put in a jar with a stick and a leaf
He does not, in fact, have any choice but to go into the figurative jar, though his stubbornness and sheer willpower are amusing enough for the time being.
ahhh that makes more sense. bc to read that someone is 'horrified' by a ship within the ship tag itself just makes it seem like.. puritanical hate being put in there for shippers to see lol
😭😭 nooooo my bad, I was trying to be dramatic lmao, and thanks for letting me know! 🌸✨
is the whole power dynamic thing like. a puritan issue or smth? i dont get it bc it's just a goofy ship
Lol no, but thanks for the ask!
I just mean it as in like, KiY is basically a god-like being who knows everything and cannot be outsmarted, and then there is D3rLord3 WHICH (to be fair) is hella smart himself, but still just a silly human guy with a pickaxe
Now, can the ship work? Absolutely, and that's the beauty of fanfiction and ✨creative freedom✨. Same concept goes for other monster x human ships
Thinking about it outside of the fandom version of the characters and going just off of Robert Chambers' The King in Yellow and Wifies' video though...
I mean, KiY definitely has more power over D3 than vice versa. Which is a bit scary (and the whole point of KiY).
Fandom characters and ships do not equal canon characters and ships tho, which means the ship can present itself however y'all want and it is totally valid! (For example, I read a fic where KiY was waiting ages for his knight to come home and that whole yearning for centuries shtick was fun to read. So definitely not judging 👀👀)
Hope that answered your question, and that you have a lovely day! :3
"Is that... Crossy Road?" Stelle looks over Dr. Ratio's shoulder right as he gets run over by a police car. She snickers. "Wow, you're terrible."
Dr. Ratio closes his eyes and inhales deeply with all the restraint he could muster. "As it just so happens, that was my best run so far," he whips his head to the side and fixes Stelle with a glare. "If it weren't for you coming along. What is it now? Surely you have better things to do than disrupt my intellectual speed-enhancement practice."
Stelle blinks at him. "Your what...?"
Dr. Ratio sighs dramatically and tosses his communications device on the soft couch cushions. "Nevermind. If you just came to bother me then I have no interest in your antics."
Stelle eyes his communications device with interest, glances back up at him, then swoops down to snatch it from its resting position. Dr. Ratio gets to it first and it whisks right past her face as she overshoots the leap, tumbles over the cushions, and crashes into the ground in a sitting position. She winces as pain dances up her neck from where she landed on it just a moment before. "Ow..."
Ratio clicks his tongue in disapproval at her. "An now you're a thief? Truly, you cannot get any lower than this..."
A small scoff. "Oh yeah?" She smirks up at him with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, and Ratio strartles back in recognition. "Well you can!" She sweeps his leg as he steps back, tanking his balance. The device slips out of his grip as he scrambles to catch himself, flying through the air just as Stelle jumps up to catch it. "Got'cha!" She declared in triumph as a distinct 'thump' sounds behind her. Within a second she has opened the app and started a new game, her thumbs fiercely tapping away at the screen as she dodges the cars and trucks left and right, weaves through the trees, outruns the trains, and crosses great lakes on logs and lilypads.
50, 100, 200, 346 and--
"Stelle!"
A sharp gasp escapes Stelle as she loses focus. The little duck icon runs into a military truck, red and orange pixels exploding from the center of the screen as her grand run abruptly ends before its peak potential. "No!" She gasps out, but the damage had already been done. The device is seized back from her as Ratio takes advantage of her distress, and as she turns to face him, he holds it as far above her as he can.
"That's enough," Ratio states firmly. "Anymore from you and I'll never set a new high score again."
Sometimes I'll come across an artist and just start liking all of their less popular posts because their creativity shouldn't be limited to creating ship art.
They need to flourish ✨🌸 I want to eat all of their oc artworks :)
