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BUCKSHOT YUMECHILD POST WOHOOOO

I made these girlies just for funsies mostly bc sinners canonically can't have children and uh.... I don't think Wen should be trusted to be a mother. She'd probably get really bad postpartum depression and eat her babies like a hampster....

But here they are, folks! Camellia-Dawn and Penumbra-Nightshade Hartfelt!!

ah, symmetry tool, my beloved...

"Who the fuck would name their child Camellia-Dawn or Penumbra-Nighshade" Wendy Janus Doe-White, that's who.

LORE!!!!

like I said, sinners can't have kiddos and I've kept that canon in the FawnFic universe, so I imagine they'd have to get creative....

Camellia-Dawn:

Cammie for short, she's the elder sister, born through uhhh sciencey gene splicing stuff- courtesy of Baxter.

Cammie is a lot like her mother- friendly, affectionate, in desperate need of medication, politically active. She's a bit of a drifter and a grifter- dealing in information and being all... 50's noir femme fatal cunty badass.

Cammie is very two-faced, partially due to her Intermittent Explosive Disorder. One moment she's sweet- but she can snap just like that. She is genuinely kind though and tries her best to manage her disorder and apologize when needed.

I'll admit- I don't like her design that much, especially compared to her sister- but yk I'm trying to be nice to myself and give myself some grace.

Penumbra-Nightshade:

take a shot every time I use the word "angst" here /j

Penni for short, she's the younger sister made from magics. Shadow magics!

Penni is angst incarnate. Despite her loving parents, despite her positive environment, she's just.... angst. There's no other word for it.

Being made from demonic magic, she has quite the interest in arcane studies. That's all this fucking girl does- study and be angsty.

Despite how she may seem, she has a really good heart. She researches so hard because she wants to "take over Hell".... and then make it a better place for everyone. She also has a soft spot for cute animals and other "girly" things. "Born to be croquette, forced to be goth" type shit except her parents would literally level mountains for their little fawns they don't gaf about her aesthetic.

Originally, Penni was supposed to have a purple color scheme like the flower she's named after, but between Uzi and Octavia, there's enough purple angsty teens in indie animation.

I do really like these girlies alot more than I thought I would so I might make them canon in the future... but we're talking like .... end of Hazbin Hotel kind of future. Idk I atleast need to be fed some more seasons. I imagine my ocs along with the canon timeline and rn Alastor and Wen are in their "exploring the relationship" arc- no way are they ready to be parents LMAO

anyways thanks for reading this little yap sesh ily deerlings mwah mwah mwah

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I got inspired by a thing I saw on tumblr earlier fvdjkbh

[bigsibdraws]

Could you draw Frisk in a skirt playing in puddles in waterfall??

Really like how this one came out! Got the mess around with my new inks.

-🦌🍁🍂

[dawn-of-fawn]

Just a little something something I had in my mind after analyzing some Fall Out Boy lyrics...

"It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head"

Wen likes to think she's just like Alastor. They died in the same way, after all!

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the deer has drawn lewd....

not very good lewd... very rushed. more so a proof of concept...

"Wen, dear, do you know where my staff-"

TUMBLR BE NICE TO ME I BEG IM A GOOD GIRL I CENSORED IT

"O-oh.... heya, Mr. A...."

man y'all can't even see her pierced tits and cooter....

refrence image....

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Something I love about Residual Grace by my dear @thatgirlmendo is that the reader herself is a mystery we slowly unravel. I decided to draw what I imagine reader to look like- and I'm placing all my hell bucks on her either being a fallen angel or a star

no body for her. she doesn't get body privileges, just big hair.

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I've drawn BloodyBouquet, I've drawn SmokeBreak, and now, finally, I have drawn BuckShot!!!

look at those deer they're so in lesbians I mean love

base used:

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BloodyBouquet Valentine's art!!!

I'm getting better at anatomy tehehe 😼

And a little drabble to go along with it... for those who care...

The shop was always booming on the holidays, but especially on this one. Saint Valentine's Day. A day all about giving flowers and sweets to the person you love.

Wendy wiped a drop of sweat from her brow as she worked on fixing loose flowers into something sellable. Pa would drop by her work room to take out her finished bouquets, telling her in his brief passing that the stock was already getting low again.

She sighed and rubbed her temple. It was nice to have so many customers... but not to have every goddamn person in New Orleans at her family's little shop!

What a great time for all the other local florists to go missing...

Wendy grumbled and got back to work, reaching to adjust a bloom when a hand of a darker pallet gently took hers. She would have startled if not for the unmistakable impish chuckle purring along with the touch.

"Good afternoon, my love~"

Alastor giggled like he was planning something mischievous. Wendy looked over her shoulder at him, smiling, as he wrapped one arm around her waist.

"Hey, honey!" She chirped immediately, tone bright, before dropping to confusion. "Ain't you supposed to be on air right now?"

"Musical interlude." He dismissed, kissing her cheek. "I can make it back in time for my next segment easily."

The florist didn't entirely believe him... but she'd never complain about a visit from her darling. His presence was like a sweet breath of fresh air in the suffocating smog of rushed work.

"Alrighty! Don't let me distract you too much though. I ain't want you gettin' in trouble with those scary producers of yours...."

"Oh, my sweet Wendy- there's no need to worry yourself with such things. If I wish to see you, I shall." He beamed, like it was that simple for him.

It wasn't. There was most definitely going to be some scoldings waiting for him when he returned. But the fact that he risked such a thing just to visit her at work was.... endearing.

Wendy shrugged and continued working. Alastor holding her and nuzzling into her hair didn't at all help with her productivity... but against her better judgement, she still let him stay.

Alastor watched her work like it was deeply intriguing. Like he was trying to learn from her. The attention made her hands shake just a little... she wasn't used to an audience.

"Wendy, close your eyes."

She startled at the request, blinking a few times before shutting her lids fully without more query.

"What in God's name are you plannin' this time, Al?"

He chuckled again, free hand shifting, kissing Wendy's ear before whispering in it.

"You can open then now, sweetheart."

One of her eyebrows lifted before she opened her eyes.

Just a... single red rose.

Or it would look so to anyone else.

But the quality of the flower was immediately apparent to a botanist such as herself.

Her gloved hand hovered over the petals with wide eyes. She blinked and blinked like the bloom was made of crystals.

"Did you grow this yourself?"

"Of course." He grinned. "I wouldn't dare give my patronage to any other flower shop! Happy Valentine's Day, my dearest Wendy."

The woman breathed revenantly as she stroked the crimson petals like they were fine velvet. She bounced up and down at the feeling. At the gesture. At the saccharine serendipity brought by his visit.

"You really know how to make a gal fawn.... Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'."

"Mmh- well what kind of man would I be if I didn't get my lady something nice?"

That's what he always said. Always with a coy smile. Usually following some grand gift that Wendy would have never dreamed of in a million years.

She smiled at the rose and wrapped it for later before spinning on her heels and attempting to push Alastor out the room.

He hardly budged.

"Now, you better get yourself and that devilish grin back to the recordin' booth 'fore they tear you a new one, mister!"

The radio host laughed at her feeble attempts to move him.

"Yes yes, of course, my dear. I understand, my presence distracts you too greatly." He giggled like a schoolgirl before straightening his tie and giving his lady a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you later, my little flower~"

Wendy's cheeks puffed at the cheesy nickname she both hated and loved. Alastor chuckled one last time before walking to the door and giving her a little wave goodbye.

The flortist sighed with a smile and returned back to work, the endless task of fixing Valentine's bouquets feeling easier as she did so with a heart full of love.