#jurassicraptorcat

[jayofmemory]

Commissions Progress

First off thank you to @jurassicraptorcat​ for commissioning me

Second I am so so proud of the water glow up that I did over two weeks, I’m so glad I decided to redo the water instead of stick with the old piece of crap XD I’m glad I found a new technique for drawing water, yall can bet imma use it more.

the finished commission:

[owltried]

A commission for @jurassicraptorcat !! Thank you again for the commission it was a lot of fun to work on! 

[storm337]

“I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.”

“The Host refuses.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he registered the words, forcing his chin up to look at the defiant ego through his unswollen eye. Dark’s eyes had narrowed in comparison, shoulders stiffening as the Host stood resolutely still, silence beginning to settle around them. Even Mark’s wheezing breaths and the soft plinking noise of blood hitting the floor didn’t break the tension, which was getting thicker and thicker as the seconds ticked on. Dark moved and Mark flinched, for the first time in hours feeling fear not for his own safety, but for the safety of his creation.

The Host did not flinch. He stood tall and strong, a statue of rebellion, sightless gaze tracking Dark with unsettling accuracy. The pitched ringing of Dark’s aura got louder, sweeping across the floor and winding around the Host’s legs, climbing up his frame. The shadows sat heavy on his body, threatening to weigh him down, to break him down, but the Host stayed true to his word. He did not bow, he did not bend. The Host took the weight of Dark’s aura and waited for the demon’s next moves, his next strategy.

“I have made sacrifices for you, Author,” Dark spat, standing chest to chest with the Host, looking down at the younger ego with thinly concealed rage and disgust. His aura tightened, growing heavier, cold seeping through the Host’s trench coat and threatening to go further, to freeze him from the inside out. “Now you have to do the same.”

“Darkiplier sabotages his own attempt at bending the Host to his will. He is correct; Darkiplier made many sacrifices for the Author. The Author made the ultimate sacrifice for Darkiplier in turn. But the Author, thanks to his sacrifice, is no more. There is only the Host.”

The Host lifted his hand and pushed firmly on Dark’s chest, sharp golden light exploding outwards as they touched. The sudden burning heat, searing through Dark’s suit and to his very core, made the demon stumble back. The same golden light was burning through the Host’s bandages, drying and cracking the blood on his face, so intense that Mark had to look away. He heard Dark’s ringing pitch, but it was suddenly drowned out by a collection of voices, overlapping and speaking in many volumes, talking all at once in a way that made it impossible to follow any one line of thought. The Host’s chest rose with a breath and the voices went silent, only to back up the Host’s own voice as it rang clear from his lips. The sheer power that washed across the room made Mark dizzy.

“Darkiplier has made no sacrifices for the Host, and the Host will not make the Author’s mistake. The Host refuses Darkiplier’s orders. And, if Darkiplier wishes to continue his miserable existence, the Host recommends he let their creator go. Right. Now.”

[septnautical]

Meet the Authors: Juri!

1) What's your name?

Juri was the nickname I was gifted on here. My full username is JurassicRaptorCat. Im also known as TJ!

2) Who are you?

The co-author of Sepnautical. Uuuh. I'm just a blogger here on Tumblr stumbling her way through fandoms.

3) How did Septnautical start?

From pain. No seriously I was getting ready for kidney stone surgery cause one had blocked up my kidney and Huffle drew Jackie as a reaper and I flipping loved it so I messaged her asking what the other boys would be and we both plotted and planned from there. If you saw those beginning notes of Septnautical you'd be astounded at how much has changed. Huffle only found out later that I was high as a kite off of painkillers from surgery. It was an entertaining conversation.

4) Who's your favorite Septnautical boy?

Crap. Um. I LOVE THEM ALL! I think I would have to maybe choose Schneep in the end. He’s such a perfect boy in this AU.

5) What was your favorite story to write?

Sound of Silence by far was my favorite story to write. Just gah! I'm sorry Jamie but your pain was needed. And with one of my favorite creatures in Septnautical to! I listened to Crabsquid sounds on repeat the entire time I wrote that story. Trust me it was a trip.

6) What is your favored genre to write?

I actually kinda prefer adventure stories. I don't know but something about writing that is the best to me. Of course fluff is a close second. Helps balance out Huffle with her angst.

7) What are some strengths of yours in writing?

Hm I'd have to say some strengths I have are speaking sections. They're something I've always struggled with and beginning of 2018 I decided I was gonna work to improve them. I feel like I've come a long way in terms of that.

8) What are some weaknesses?

Definitely scene building. I really need to work on that and having characters convey emotion without outright saying it. It's a long road to improvement but heck if I did it my speaking scenes I can do it for this!

9) How has Sepnautical impacted you?

I've met so many great people! I dabbled in puzzles. Its helped my writing and creativity! It's slightly helping with my phobia of the ocean. Yeah that's a thing...the co-author of Septnautical has a major fear of the ocean….

But I’m really proud of how far this blog has come! It’s like a huge milestone for both Huffle and I. Like look at our little baby blog all grown up and holding a whump ton of angst in it! I couldn’t be prouder!

10) Any hints for us about upcoming projects for Sepnautical?

We have a whole new arc for the boys planned out so keep an eye out! I'm also gonna dust off and eventually bring back Breakwater once I figure out a better plot for it. Poor thing didn’t get enough love from me that it deserved but I have some ideas for it to bring it back better than ever! Huffle and I are talking about a few other smaller projects in the works so expect lots of lovely things in the future!

[owltried]

Just finished a commission for @jurassicraptorcat of their dark Ouros!!! Thank you again for the commission I really appreciate it!!!  I had a ton of fun working with the glowing pipes as well as that surprise realization that Ouros looks amazing with blonde hair XD. Im glad you enjoyed it!! 

[jayofmemory]

Commission Batch 1

this first batch of commissions has been so much fun to work on, thank you again to all the people who commissioned me!

@jurassicraptorcat

@endlessdreamerdragon

@storm337

@crystalninjaphoenix

@lythariwolf

do not edit or repost commissioned work, it was paid for

[storm337]

“Don’t look at me like that, like you’re afraid of me.” The Discord chose Chase and Anti for this one. They have no one to blame but themselves.

“Wh-why are you looking at me like that?”

Chase dropped his mug. It slipped from his suddenly lax fingers, crashing to the kitten tile and breaking into pieces. It was the last sound before the long silence, a silence that descended upon them with the weight of tension and the sharp foul stench of fear. Chase starred. He stayed frozen and he stared.

This wasn’t a new ego. This couldn’t be a new ego. This…this was him. But it wasn’t him? It was something new, something terrifying, something horrible-

Because it looked back at him with an expression that could only be described as soft, and a concern that Chase never knew could exist in corrupted code. It looked at him like it cared, and Chase suddenly wanted to throw up and cry and scream all at once.

“Chase?”

Chase stumbled back, crunching over the broken mug, and screamed. He screamed with all the strength in his lungs, with all of his horror and fear and pain thrown into it, just so his brothers would run faster to come save him. The creature flinched, looking around, behind itself, like the threat was somewhere else, wasn’t it. It turned a full circle, letting Chase get a good look at it, and it was different. It wore different clothes. It had wrapped up the ugly deadly wound, it only seemed to have one eye, it didn’t glitch and spasm with every step.

It was stable. It held itself firmly in reality, and Chase cried. He sobbed and tripped over his own weak feet, scrambling back against the floor until he wedged himself in a corner. Where had it gotten this power from? Where had it fixed itself, made itself stronger?

The creature was still taunting him. It turned around, put its back to Chase, and looked around, looking for the threat. Protecting him? Saving him. Waiting for his brothers to come, to come stumbling into this trap. Chase cried harder, curling in tightly on himself. Oh god, oh god-

“Chase, what’s wrong? Where is it?”

The way it said his name- like it had said it a thousand times before, like it loved him, like his brothers said his name. Chase gagged and it turned back to him, looking panicked. It stepped closer and Chase screamed again, scrambling back. Where were his brothers? Where had they gone?

“Ch-chase, don’t look at me like that- don’t look at me like you’re afraid of me. It’s me- it’s Anti. Chase? Chase, can you hear me? Chase?!”

[storm337]

“It’s not your fault.”

Mark had made many mistakes with the egos, most prominently with the discontinued four, but he was getting better. He could never make up for it, in the Host’s opinion, but the Host was very tempted to forgive Mark for most of it when he realized that the clothes Mark had brought him were not just his Cloak brand, but warm from being taken out of the dryer as well. It was a small detail but immensely appreciated by the Host in his current weakened state. He didn’t even realize he was cold until he’d slipped the sweatshirt on, hunkering down in the heated fabric and sighing as it helped to ease his sore muscles and aching bones. Dr. Iplier had to physically support him to keep him from simply sliding to the floor and going back to sleep there.

“No no no- come on, stay on your feet, Host. Your bed is right around the corner, come on.”

“Th-the Host resents Iplier’s logic,” he sniffled out, dropping his head to rest on the doctor’s shoulder as he was led out of the bathroom.

Google whirled from his position by the Host’s door, glowing eyes tracking his movement and, most likely, scanning and analyzing him. Mark was quick to jump up from sitting on the Host’s desk, coming over to pull the bedsheets back. Fresh bed sheets, the Host realized as Iplier got him into bed, also warm from the dryer. The Host settled with an actual moan, immediately turning his face into his pillow and inhaling deeply while it wasn’t yet marred with blood. He heard a chuckle from behind him, but couldn’t tell if it was Iplier or Mark.

Despite being wrapped in soft warmth, the Host continued to shiver, pulling his knees up to his stomach as he curled up. A tickle built suddenly in his lungs, throwing him into a coughing fit that scratched horribly at his already sore throat. Iplier tutted behind him, rushing to fill a cup with water again. The Host was surprised at the feeling of the mattress sinking behind him, and then a hand on his shoulder.

“M-m-Mark shoul-shouldn’t waste his ti-time on the Host,” the blind ego barely managed to force out between horrid body shaking coughs, feeling the hand on his shoulder squeeze briefly.

“It’s your birthday, Host, I would have wanted to be here anyway. It’s not your fault you’re sick.”

“S-still, Mark sh-should not feel obligated to-”

“I don’t feel obligated to be here, Host.”

Dr. Iplier came back with a fresh towel and the cup, setting the latter on the Host’s nightstand and gently lifting the Host’s head to place the former under him. The Host shuddered, pressing into Iplier’s hand, which felt blessedly cool. Suddenly the hot sheets felt suffocating, sweltering, and the Host tossed fitfully, rolling to face Mark and trying to kick the blankets off. He Saw Mark’s worried expression and Saw him pull the blankets off of the Host moments before he actually did it.

“I want to be here,” his creator reassured him again, and the Host felt a little better.