[ Windy/Fenix - She/They - ESP/ENG - AroAce - In my 30s ] A fangirling and doodle corner for my fictional fixations; Sucker for Scifi & Experimental Art; Monsters & Villains FTW 🐙☠️ Sometimes +18 with CW ✏️ [Portfolio]
"To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower… "
✦[WELCOME, peeps!] I'm Windy, a Latin American (Argentinian) adult female in her 30s who "draws all day" because of my creative mind and fingers always scheming new OCs for my infinite hoard of virtual dolls… or jumping onto the AUs my friends make me fall for.
I'm here mostly to get ✧INSPIRATION✧ from awesome art, writing, science news, and nature pics! When not reblogging, I share my artwork, too, hoping to return that inspiration or just have a good time with mutuals who enjoy creating stories and characters!
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✦[Currently WORKING ON]
[The Door to Barrioween (Intro Part I)] #the door to barrioween (Personal Original Project that integrates my love for monster designs, character bonding, and urban fantasy.)
Illustration for ONE Fan Zine! Transform and Sustain ✔️ DONE!
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Art Process Questions (I like gushing about art! TALK ART TO MEEE).
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Art Trades [ON HOLD] Working on Pending ATs: 1/4.
Art Collabs (Only with friends/close mutuals).
Art Commissions [OPEN / 5 Slots].
Gift Art (Feel free to draw my OCs and Fav Blorbos!).
But there's still MORE! Under the cut I'll continue, please keep reading so you get a clear overview of the type of warnings and contents you'll stumble upon when following me!
"… Hold infinity in the palm of your hand… "
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English is not my first language. I have a tendency to Spanglish here and there so, if you read me funny, please tell me so I can explain/correct myself.
The foundation of my ideals spins around concepts of Friendship and Love (100% Platonic) so, please tell me ASAP if the way I apply those words to you makes you uncomfortable and I'll change that!
I'm an Aromantic Asexual very supportive of romance and sex in fiction (AKA I'm one of those crazy shippers) but I'm the worst at noticing intentional flirting and advances of that type make me sick so please: DON'T EVEN TRY.
I'm an Eclectic Witch and an animist who worships the Moon and favors Pop Culture Magic. I'm very spiritual and tolerant of others' ideals and religions until you weaponize those concepts against my beliefs; please, keep your hatred to yourself.
I'm quite a busy adult irl, so be patient if I don't reply faster some days than others.
I'm a self-taught artist, an Amateur if you want to be fancy. I like to mix both traditional techniques (inking, clay sculpture) and digital techniques (photography, collage, digital watercolors). I have a dozen art styles I change seasonally.
I'm against the use of AI/Generative Art/Writing (including ChatGPT and Character.AI). I suggest not following me if you don't agree with this: I will block you in a blink.
My other hobbies: reading horror gothic novellas, collecting plastic dinosaurs, watching animated movies, and playing adventure-exploration and farm-sim games.
As I mentioned before, I'm a shipper, mostly of Enemies to Lovers dynamics. I swing them in both fluffy and angsty situations. If something doesn't sit well with you, learn to flag the tags and move on. Thank you.
NO SHIPPING DISCOURSE! Don't pester me with the pro or anti-shipper labels; I won't tolerate harassment and censoring of someone else's enjoyment, but I got my own squicks and limits [I stated clearly HERE], and I will block freely whoever crosses my boundaries.
I enjoy monster designs, alien speculative science, eldritch horrors, and feral animal characters the most.
I find joy too in creepy-cute designs, especially if themed around Gothic and Halloween!
The emojis I use the most: 💖👀🎉📝🍀🌻✨💥🍪🍿🐦🐾🦡
CURRENTLY OBSSESSED WITH: TFA Lockdown. Gushing about him since 2022, and I keep thriving. PLEASE, if you are passionate about his character (and Transformers Animated in general), feel free to babble to me about him!
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#windydrawallday ocs for my original characters.
#my beloved fav characters from other media.
#shipping to the moon and back fav pairings.
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This is my first time opening Commissions in public (I usually take/offer them on private like a door-to-door salesman hahaha). I have been projecting I would need to do a couple of investments on my irl business, so I will start slowly in this way to get the hang of selling my art.
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Just dropping text info from the pictures displayed here in case some find it more convenient to read:
Rules Especifically for Icon Art
Contact me by email ([email protected]) to let me know what kind of character you'd like me to work on (and if it's withing my art skills).
Once I confirm I can work on it, go to my Ko-fi page and select the request for PlushIcon Commissions (if there's availability).
Payment UPFRONT through Ko-fi.
The client (you) will be provided with preview screenshots during the process of the artwork, giving you up to 2 chances for me to edit it before completation.
Estimated time for completation: 1-2 weeks.
NO REFUNDS.
What I can draw in this style
Original Characters and Redesigns of Canon (or directly a Canon character you like).
Humanoids* (Aliens, Demons, etc.).
Animals, feral or anthro/furry.
General mythological and wacky creatures.
Armored Characters and Robots (will charge more depending on complexity).
What I won't drawn in this style
Real people/celebrities.
Explicit-Fetish associated designs/traits.
Socio-Cultural offensive symbols.
Complex Patterns/Details.
*I have less experience with full human designs, sorry for the inconvenience!
But when I need to, I cave in. I dig a whole graveyard for each emotion I want my reader to lay gently during the time spent connecting and trying to make sense of my words.
I usually HATE doing lineart, but there's no other way but to do it, I work carefully during all the process. "You will only do this once, so lets do it as good as we can!"
I usually HATE doing lineart, but there's no other way but to do it, I work carefully during all the process. "You will only do this once, so lets do it as good as we can!"
Imho I think one of the hardest things I learned from making art is embracing my current skills. Yes, improving is important. But doing art just for that goal, forgetting to enjoy and and experiment during the process will at the end of the day make you frustrated. Sacrifices are necessary, but dont expect to keep that motivation high if you constantly grind yourself to nothing each time you finish a piece.
I think is good to balance both the amount of investement and comfort in the process. You arent a failure for not knowing all the tricks or for taking a lot of time to make art.
Remember to make something you can look back dearly, not with bitter memories.
I need to prepare stuff for Artfight now that I'm seeing the calendar... I got at least two refs more in the making because I want to give priority to my birdsonas (after all, it's the month of my birthday).
Prompt: After mocking her for her chest, Stacy finally takes a stand against Rumble.
Word Count: 1,525
Warnings: Suggestive! Plus, Rumble is a bit of a bully here. (Duh).
Several weeks had passed on Earth since Megatron allowed the newest and squishiest recruit into the Decepticon ranks. In Rumble’s opinion, it was too long. Much too long without terminating her. Sure, Stacy provided them with valuable knowledge of her planet as well as dedicating her loyalty to the cause. However, despite everything, she was still a human, merely a toy to play with until she broke.
In fact, the only positive aspect about her was that she was very easy to taunt. Whenever she grew angry, her hair became unruly while her green eyes glowed with such heat and passion. Her shoulders shivered, and her tiny feet tapped so quickly on the ground beneath her.
For such a small creature, she certainly had a bite to her. Unfortunately, that was a problem for Rumble. It wasn’t as though he liked her. No, he simply couldn’t stop thinking about her. No matter what he tried, he just couldn’t rid her from his processor. When his optics closed, she was there. When his optics opened again, they darted in every direction just to find her, searching for the wily smirk on her face.
What has she done to him?
“Rumble, eject!”
Once the mini-cassette was released from Soundwave’s chest-plate, he began to work on chasing the fleeing human for Megatron’s latest plot to abuse Earth. He grinned, nearly about to pounce on the panting, whimpering man until a particular line of dialogue from the nearby television screens caught his attention.
“FLATTIE!”
Rumble paused, slowing for a moment to turn his helm and glance at the TV sets behind the wall of a shop. Eventually, he stopped completely once he noticed that one of the humans on the screen almost looked like Stacy. It wasn’t her, and yet she had the same frame as her.
“Oh, shut up, Mark! I’m not flat!”
But the man beside her chuckled.
“Yes, you are.”
Rumble watched in confusion as the actor cupped his own chest in a mocking sort of way.
“I mean, my tits are bigger than yours!”
Rumble hummed, considering.
“A…flat chest?”
It seemed odd to him. Was this an example of a human beauty standard? Before he could think for a second longer, however, that was when Soundwave called for him.
“Rumble. Target acquired?”
The purple mech stammered, embarrassed when he realized that he was thinking of Stacy yet again.
“Uh, yeah, Soundwave! I’m on it!”
With that, he sprinted down the city’s alleyway in the darkness of the night.
…
After another defeat by the Autobots, Rumble sulked alone throughout the Decepticon base. He frowned and mumbled to himself, even wincing once he was reminded of Megatron’s fury. It wasn’t pleasant in the slightest, and he cursed Optimus Prime for gaining another victory.
Unfortunately for him, his misfortune didn’t end right away.
“Oof!”
Someone bumped into him, and it was someone small, too. Rumble turned to meet Stacy’s hardened gaze, her hair tied in a bun while she adjusted the lab coat around her body. As she fixed herself, the short mech stared at her curiously.
“Hey!” She scoffed, smoothing out the wrinkles in her attire. “Watch where you’re going, you imbecile!”
Already frustrated, Rumble didn’t hesitate to immediately fire back at her.
“How about you get out of my way, FLATTIE?”
That was when something in the atmosphere shifted, something significant. Stacy froze, blinking quickly as a low squeak emitted from her lips. Once movement returned to her body, she squirmed out of discomfort, the skin on her pale face deepening to a light shade of red.
“What are you…referring to?”
Pleased that the insult actually worked, Rumble grinned.
“Don’t act dumb. We both know what I mean.”
He approached her slowly, towering over her despite their closeness in height. His crimson optics focused on the subtle mounds on her chest, covered only by a thin layer of fabric.
”You’re shy about those tiny things, huh?”
The scientist pulled away from him, her arms moving to shield her chest from him. The faint shade of red on her cheeks darkened as she hugged herself, gritting her teeth while the Deception’s snickers formed into laughter.
“I don’t have time for this.” She pouted. ‘Whatever, Rumble.”
Stacy turned on the heel of her shoes before making her leave in the opposite direction, obviously desiring to make as much distance between them as possible. Meanwhile, Rumble still chuckled.
“What? Can’t handle the truth?”
When the white from her lab coat vanished from the hallway, he continued to grin, feeling accomplished.
…
It didn’t take long for Stacy to grow tired of Rumble’s mocking. They were annoying, repetitive, and even hurtful. As a mad scientist, Stacy didn’t regard herself as particularly emotional. However, she supposed that she could make an exception on some occasions. She was a human, after all.
Rumble was not only bothering her, he was pissing her off.
“Hey, Flattie? Megatron wants you.”
“Hey, Frenzy, what’s flatter? An aircraft runway or the pipsqueak?”
“Flattie! Flattie! Flattie!”
Now forced beyond her limits, the lady decided to seek someone else out for aid.
Stacy stood below Soundwave with her hands on her hips. She shifted her weight from one shoe to the other, antsy and eager to find a solution to the problem at hand.
“Hey.” She lifted her chin. “Aren’t you gonna do something about the brat?”
For a long and uncomfortable moment, he said nothing. Stacy was used to such reactions from him. He was a most peculiar Decepticon. However, he paused to think for much longer than what was necessary. And what followed next confirmed her fears.
“Negative.”
Stacy gawked, even when she wasn’t all that surprised.
“What? Why not? He’s your mini-cassette!”
Soundwave’s unblinking gaze cut through her like a sheet of paper.
“Stacy is capable.”
The scientist blinked, uncertain of how to respond. Afterwards, however, she sighed and turned around, waving a hand at him to signify that she understood him.
“Alright. Fine.”
Although she was aware that Rumble was a jerk that was compensating for his size among an army of giants, she figured there would be no harm in knocking him down just a bit. Figuratively? Literally? She didn’t care.
No longer would she be an easy target.
From now on, she would continue to prove her place within the Decepticon ranks.
…
Deep inside the Decepticon base, Rumble hummed to himself. Recently, he finished downing a healthy dose of energon, feeling rejuvenated. After pummeling Autobots to the ground time after time again, he had to admit that his free time was totally warranted.
However, it was also quite boring.
Rumble frowned, unsure of what to do for fun. Seconds later, however, the face of a particular human formed inside his processor, and he grinned.
Why didn’t he just bother Stacy?
But before he could even take another step forward, there was a clang and a boom. From the hallway, the mech readied himself and made a turn upon hearing the sound of drilling and other heavy machinery. After making his way through the parting doors, he found Stacy. She was gowned in her usual lab attire and working on another experiment for the Decepticon cause. Using large, mechanical servos that acted as extensions of her own hands, she focused on the gadget residing on the platform in front of her. Stacy’s mind was utterly glued to the project, and it prompted Rumble to smirk at her efforts.
Feeling confident, Rumble sauntered inside, his optics scanning the serious expression on her face. He approached her until he was now at her side.
“So, whatcha up to, Stacy?”
Although he waited for the sound of her delicate voice, he quickly became disappointed when she remained silent instead. She didn’t even look at him, not acknowledging his presence in the slightest.
“What?” Rumble tried to laugh. “Giving me the silent treatment? Come on now!”
As sparks flew and monitors buzzed, she moved the servos attached to her hands, nearly hitting him in the process. Unsatisfied, the mini-cassette huffed.
“And you call me immature.”
Thankfully, that was when she finally glanced at him from the corner of her luminous, green eyes.
“Busy.”
Rumble smirked.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” He stepped a bit closer until he was close to her ear. “You know, with a chest as flat as yours, I bet-“
It all happened too fast for him to process. Stacy growled and then proceeded to swing her arms about, landing a punch with her artificial servos directly to his faceplate. The force was so sudden and so mighty that it rendered him immobile. He fell to the ground. And before he went offline, he noticed a smirk glistening across her face.
…
“Rumble? Hey, Rumble! You there?”
The mini-cassette groaned and rubbed his faceplate. After lifting himself only slightly, he looked to his brother and hummed silently.
“I saw the human storm off in huff and now you just came back online.” Frenzy was curious. “What the heck did you do?”
Rumble thought for a moment. And then, he smiled like an idiot, a feeling of delightful weightlessness overcoming him.
[This has been sitting in the writing pile for a bit! I finally decided to stop staring at it and get it to a point I am relatively happy with! hope you enjoy this story with a unconventional possible romantic partner! I love BB they are silly!
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A pair of big black boots tromp over metal grating, and you press a hand over your mouth. The man who has you crowded into a corner, pauses. His heads snaps up to watch the approaching figure. From the glimpse of his shadowed profile, you can see his eyes go wide. Suddenly your attacker is off like a shot, leaving you alone in the filthy alley with a twisted ankle.
A figure comes down the fire escape and you suck in a sharp breathe. It's appearance is human, or a better evaluation would be, what’s left of one. Grisly details coming into focus as the overhead lamplights pop and shudder. It has a gaunt red slickened face, blood seeping down the raw face to drip down the chin. Beyond the wet sheen you can see muscle and tendons clearly. It’s missing large clumps of hair, and what's left is wet and stringy, stuck to the red tissue and curling limply around it’s face. You can't stop staring, the sight twists your stomach. While the head and face is clearly visible, the rest of its form is covered by what looks like a dark lumpy full body work suit. Hollow sockets with pin points of light are trained on you as it shambles forward, a grin splits open wide revealing a gap between its pink front teeth.
"Hiya darlin', you need a hand?" The voice sounds funny, masculine and feminine, almost tinny as if multiple voices are talking at the same time.
You can't help it, between the stress of being accosted, and now a creature who looks like it has dragged itself from the depths of nightmares moving towards you. You feel yourself go on autopilot, your eyes roll up. The creatures frowns what's left of it's lips rolling down. It would have been almost comical in any other situation. "Now wait, don't do-" too late. You slump back in a dead faint.
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You wake up with a start in what looks to be a cozy little cottage. A warm hand holds yours, gently stroking your thumb. You look up to see a face haloed by cheerful coils of black curly hair, and a sweet gentle face.
"How are you doing hun, I was told you had quite the night."
You begin to sit up, eyes wide as you glance around. "Where am..."
She sighs, and rolls her eyes, "My house, BB got scared when you fainted, and didn't know where else to go. They couldn't take you to a hospital without causing a stir."
"BB..." You rasp, trying to recall last night. When you remembered the ghastly face leering down at you, you yelped. "The-the creature?"
The woman glances a look your way, one delicate eyebrow raised. You feel your cheeks warm, the woman smiled though it was strained. Using her free hand to massage her temples she closed her eyes.
"Yeah that's BB," The words are spoken on a sigh, "They weren't supposed to be roaming around the city. Goodness knows I've told them to stay out of there. Do they listen to me?" She finally drops your hand to toss it casually palm up. "No. And they probably never will." Her voice is tinged with both exhaustion and affection. "The big idiot." She stands and smooths down her jeans. "Anyway, your ankle should be fixed, all set to get on home."
You stare dumbfounded "My ankle... I don't think," she glances another look at you, something bemused glimmers behind those eyes. "Try," She says simply. Your lips twist to a confused frown, your body already recognizing the change, as you move your legs and you can already tell that the tense stirring of pain wasn't there. The tendrils of your body recognizing itself was smooth without any jagged spikes of pain. You roll your foot before you even touch the floor, and while you feel the muscles stretch and pull, no other sparks make themselves known.
"I don't get it," You mumble to yourself as you stand, lifting up your leg and knee to once again test the muscles in your foot and ankle. Pausing in your pondering you lift your chin "Thank you. I don't know what did but... thank you."
Her eyes crinkle and she smiles. "I'm Alice."
You return the smile, "Thank you Alice," You supply your own name back then hesitate, "Can I also thank BB? I don't think I would have been here if it wasn't for them."
She rests a fist on her chin studying you with renewed interest, "I knew I liked you. Even from just the barest glimpse I saw. Come on," She waves you on and you follow dutifully out of the small room and into a hall full of paintings.
"Your house is beautiful," you stop to appreciate a painting, a warmth dappled apple tree bursting with an abundance of tiny white blossoms. The longer you stare, the more It looks like the delicate branches are waving, and you blink to clear the strange effect from your eyes.
"Thank you, I love painting," Alice admits, "The ones in here are mine, I always try to take it upon myself to keep this hall full of the things that make me happy."
"Beautiful," you murmur again, studying the painting with awe. Again as you watch, the branches begin to sway again. What a weird trick of the light. You practically have to peel your eyes away from it as you follow Alice to the parlor.
Your body jerks as you turn the corner to see the skinned and weeping face of the ghoul. It looks so out of place in it's big dark suit sitting on a prim little chair and sipping tea. They also jerk at seeing you, the little flickers of light getting huge before darting around, a smile trying and failing to twitch on its face. They take a sip of tea, before anxiously biting into the cup. Your shoulders raising in horror as you hear the crunch of porcelain as it chews the shards and swallows.
Alice's face falls, "Body..." the corner of lip twitches as she introduces you. "They have something they liked to say," You are scooted forward, for a minute you google at the figure in the chair, the big hole in the little teacup and BB trying to drink from it, tea now splattering down the front of their suit and the table.
"Thank you, for saving me?" It sounded more like a question than a statement, but BB physically relaxes, "Oh." They say in a sigh, a goofy grin wobbling across their face before they look down at the tea splattering the table. "Oh!" They yelp and jump to their feet, "We're so sorry Alice!" The rush out of the room and Alice gives a huff.
BB reappears with a roll of paper towels and begins frantically mopping up the spill. Cautiously, you wander over and grab a few leaves as well. Bending down to hesitantly blot the chair and the rug.
"We're so sorry, We're so sorry, We're so sorry," BB babbles, you study the ghoul feeling as though you are watching from outside of your own body. Not a dream, not a hallucination. Busying your hands helps, but your gaze can’t help but glance back to that face. That face!
"Oh BB... it's fine." Alice murmurs, you hear her fingers snap, you move to continue blotting the floor but pause as every hair on your head prickles. The rug is bone dry, so are the paper towels in your hand. The ones that were soaking wet just moments ago. You open them, looking for anything that would show you hadn't lost your mind, tea stains, anything. But all you see if a perfectly white, heavily crumpled, paper towel. You lean back on your knees, your head now thoroughly spinning and the world teetering dangerously on it’s side.
"Uh... ha... huh?" You look up with childlike naivety at the two faces peering down at you.
"Oh no, you don't. You're not going to faint on us again." Alice mused, "I'm going to make all of us some chamomile." And with that she strode out of the room.
"Too much?" BB gives a cringing smile, sitting down on the floor next to you, you can hear wet squelching noises as they move and you look down quickly, averting your eyes to stare at your lap.
"It's a lot to take in," BB's voice continues, "We learned about magic in a, oof, quite a terrible way really. It was terrible a shock but after that, you know, the whole magic thing can be pretty cool. That is, once you get over the whole idea of everything you thought you knew being turned on its head..." BB gives an awkward laugh, "Oh, oh dear this isn't helping, is it."
"It's helping a little." You manage "I've always liked fantasy."
“Did you read a lot of fantasy books?” They sound relieved to grasp a thread of a distraction, your eyes wander from your lap, to stare at their hands, noticing they wore long bright yellow rubber gloves.
“What does BB stand for?” You murmur instead,
Now it was BB’s turn, to duck their head, “Oh… well, we don’t really remember our names.“ Those rubber gloves twine together, fingers fidgeting nervously. “We thought the name Body Bag was kind of funny, all things considered.” They give a weak laugh and continue to fidget.
Alice sweeps back into the room and Body squishes to their feet, your eyes glance to the rubber glove that is held out for you. You swallow and take the gloved hand, the grip is firm, yet the way it gives underneath your hand makes you feel uncomfortable. You are hoisted to your feet, and a warm cup is placed into your hands. You raise the cup to your lips and take a sip.
"I can't believe you scared this poor dear half to death." You eyes raise, but you can see Alice smiling widely.
BB, who had taken a sip of tea almost spits, swallowing hard and coughing. "Me-me?!" They splutter with a croak. "I did nothin' of the sort!" You can see they have a new cup in their hands, the one with a bite taken out of it, left on the table.
Alice bites back a smile, tucking it into her cheek. "Sure, sure, rescuing cuties in distress is just my hobby. I'm sure there were no terrifying ghouls lurking around to scare the daylights out of them." Alice looks BB up and down before she slides a sly hand beside her mouth, not attempting to whisper as she leans to you, "They're lucky they look scary, they're really a big softy."
"Hey!" BB stomps their boots with a laugh, squelching noises coming from them. "If I can protect people, I'll look as scary as necessary!"
Alice smirks raising a brow, "Scaring the people you are trying to help, bit you in the butt. Just saying." She takes a seat and BB does the same, sticking a purple tongue out at their friend. Your eyes bounce between the two before hesitantly taking up a chair.
"You two have been friends for a long time I gather."
"That's right," BB smiles, "Alice has helped me more than I can even say. She keeps me grounded and in high spirits."
"What... happened to you?" You ask cautiously. You can feel the air around the table change, as if a heavy curtain was drawn over the sunshine of the room. Alice's expression turns sad, and B just stares. You drop your gaze to look at your hands embarrassed.
"It's a long story." Alice begins, she sounds uneasy, but then BB began to speak in a low quiet voice, "There was a man who, murdered a lot of people. That man also happened to be a sorcerer. He thought he could make this... amalgamation of a meat puppet. Something he could sic on other people and continue to grow as it killed for him." BB paused and when they began again, there was an odd hollow note in his voice. "But it backfired, the bodies he spelled remembered him, remembered what he did to them, and didn't want him hurting anyone else."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Your voice came out in a rush, your throat so tight the words barely fit through.
Their voice sounded dreamy far away, "It's good to remember. Remember why we are still here. Why we still roam." BB sways, rocking slightly, in a trance-like state before their eyes shuddered and they shiver. "We get flashes of the people who we used to be." They confess, their voice had gone back to a more chipper and present sounding. "Thank goodness most of the more gruesome bits aren't remembered." They laugh uneasily, "We probably wouldn't be very nice if we were a big ball of dark energy and trauma."
Alice's expression clouds, her eyebrows twitch before her face smooths over to something lighter. "We like you just how you are."
BB beams, "And that's why we're still here, and still go into the larger cities!"
Alice scowls and crosses her arms, exasperated. "You know I worry about you, what if you get caught? Or something happens."
"We can only help so much Alice," BB says, "We'll be careful."
"That man still isn't around is he?" You swallow hard, "In some form or another?"
"Oh no," Alice consoles, "But it's best to stay vigilante." She sighs and slaps her palms to her knees, raising from the table. "And on that note, I think it's time for our guest to be led back home. They've had quite the adventure." You raise with Alice and notice as BB seems to deflate before they almost knock over their tea cup, scrambling to right it.
"It was nice to meet you," Body speaks in a rush, their smile wide and nervous. "I hope you have a lovely day."
You wave back at them, a tiniest hint on your smile playing on your lips. Following Alice through the winding house, you observe the furniture and paintings. She opens the door to the porch and you step out into the sunshine. Golden hour dripping through the trees to cast their warm orange glow across the ground. "Oh. Wow. I think, I know where I am. I didn't think anyone lived in the residential park."
Alice pauses in the doorway and smiles, "It was lovely to meet you, I hope you have a safe trip home."
You beam and nod, "I will, thanks to the both of you. I hope you have a lovely, morning? Evening?" You laugh anxiously, "I'm afraid I don't know what time it is. I hope it's the early morning, I'd feel bad if you had to watch over me for a whole day."
Alice's lips part, words on the tip of her tongue before her eyes crinkle. "No, no. I'm glad you visited us, we don't have the treat of entertaining guests."
"Maybe we'll meet up again someday,"
"Someday perhaps," Alice muses.
BB pauses, watching Alice curiously as she waves goodbye. You give a shy wave back, as you turn off the street and disappear out of sight.
"You didn't..." Alice glances at them and the ghoul swallows an awkward smile winking across their face.
"You didn't wipe their memories. Isn't that... dangerous?"
Alice rests her hip against the door and crosses her arms. "Maybe. But I am running off of a hunch, and if my hunch is wrong, well." She shrugs one elegant shoulder, "I'll just have to cast a wider net of magic with the spell."
“I know you can do that,” Body begins nervously, “But that would take a lot of energy and—“
"I think" Alice begins, her voice quiet, "You should have more than just one friend. Especially when that friend holds too fast onto the past."
BB looks down at their yellow gloved hands, and flexes their fingers. Their brows hedge together. "I know you miss her. Sometimes I think, your connection is the one thing that is keeping us all from falling apart.” Alice stiffens at the words as Body continues sadly, “I wish I could do more to help you reach her. Everyone... is so tangled up, we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. If we could figure out how to separate ourselves more..."
"Sh." Alice places a hand on their shoulder. "I know. I still see sparks of her in there, you know? Glimpses are enough, and you’re my friend too." She looks searchingly into Body’s white flickering eyes, “The only thing I wish,” She takes a deep breath, “Is that I could have killed that son of a bitch myself.” She goes back into the house, leaving BB to stand on the porch. They pluck a flower from the morning glory vines that are creeping up the railing. Twirling the trumpet delicately between their fingers.
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Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ
One of my favorite things to draw for others has to be yumeship art. There's just something about it that brings me so much joy. Like, do you see that, do you see that picture?? I got to draw someone with a beloved blorbo aaaaaa!
It just makes me so happy and then the other person is so happy and then we both are losing it and excited, such good times.
( ´ ˇˇ ` ) That is one of the best feelings, being able to bring joy. Getting people just a bit closer to the version of the reality that lives in their heart.
Asks sent! Now I need to sit and READ... I have a lot of pending posts to read: you are all like an underground magazine that's from months ago, but I still pick up even if outdated because what my moots share with joy IS important to me too.
I knoew many of you dont care/understand my magic craft investigations and delvings, but Im on the edge of sharing a post about how much my workings with X spirit practically saved my year... probably I wont use fandom tags to be safe. I feel these types of experiences are worth sharing.
You never know if it can work too as a beacon of hope and comfort to someone else that cares for this character in the same way.
I will back soon to poke around to moots' post: I have been on a journaling funk after the Moon Ritual this past Sunday... lots to reflect about and thinking in what I want to do the other half of the year.
I will leave this as a testament that I'm not as flexible and "welcoming" as an artist to any design in existence... *puts him on her personal blacklist -WindyPLS-*
*Looking at my list To-Do (aside from the comms) of promised things to draw*
*Groaning at reading, I have to doodle a character I don't care a single iota for, but is a dear moot's darling*
What I Do For Love.mp3 on repeat... kidding, I do this too because I always tell myself sometimes, JUST SOMETIMES I need to kick myself to learn new things because they DO GOOD TO ME in the long run.
Me, to the bastard of a character I'm drawing: ... How can I make myself invested in you? I need something, anything...
Brain, associating in a click this character with another I love dearly: YEP, +1 POINT OF LOVE FOR YOU, but only THAT amount of love, don't expect more!
