Covah - Blog Posts

Gee, Covah, how come I let you have TWO boyfriends?

Friend convinced me to post these here so.

I did refs for my Our Life:Beginnings & Always mcs! Obviously, you guys know Covah Haugan (left - he/him); he ends up in a poly relationship with Baxter AND Cove. But you guys haven’t seen Vermin Luck yet (right - it/they)! It ends up with Derek :^)

So replaying Our Life: Beginnings & Always (Again) I thought:

Well, Covah, likes to wear dresses and skirts sometimes.

Wouldn’t it make sense if he encouraged Cove to try a dress at least once?

So I wrote a tiny drabble for that! And drew a pic for it cause I had to. 

This would take place between Step 2 and 3 when the two are 16. And they’re still mutually pining morons who don’t think the other feels the same. 

Drabble that goes with this under the cut (not beta read) - Enjoy!

"Ugh," Covah leaned his head back, eyes pinched closed, "It's hot."

Cove looked from where he was knee deep in the ocean, running his hand through his growing hair. It was long enough for a small ponytail now- which is how he'd done it today. And every day since it became long enough. Kept it out of his way. 

He squinted up at the sun himself, using his hand to shield his eyes, "Yeah. It is."

Covah got up from his gothic spot on the sand (complete with dark umbrella and dark towel to lounge on/under), and dusted any errant sand particles off of himself, "This was a bad day for full pants. I'm gonna go change and get some water."

"Probably a good idea," Cove hummed, "Mind if I come with? Just for water."

"Sure," Covah  smiled, and waited for Cove to get out of the water and dry off the best he could with his own haphazardly placed towel, and then put his glasses back on.

They hiked it up the hill to Covah's house, and entered. Covah sighed in relief at the feeling of air conditioning on his face.

Honeysuckle perked up from where she lay on the floor when she heard someone enter, tail wagging happily. Covah hadn't brought her to the beach, thinking it too hot for the poor pup. She got up and padded over to Covah, angling for pets. 

Covah smiled and patted her head gently, giving a small, "Hey, girl, miss me? I'm only here for a minute." 

Honeysuckle licked his hands happily in reply.

Covah chuckled before walking over to the fridge, sticking his face into it, "You actually want water, Seabird?" He grunted, "I have this weird fruity drink monstrosity mom got everyone- it doesn't actually sound good to me."

"What's in it?" Cove hummed, dusting sand off of himself at the entryway to the house. He’d clean it up the best he could, knowing Covah’s moms hated sand in the house.

“Uh-” Covah pulled the offending bottle out of the fridge and read the label, “Orange, passion fruit, guava-”

“Guava?” Cove snorted at the name.

“It’s a fruit,” Covah motioned, over his shoulder, “Really sweet tropical shit.”

“Sure, I’ll try it.” Cove hummed in interest, “I like orange juice, so it shouldn't be too bad.”

Covah closed the fridge and walked back over to Cove, passing him the bottle of juice and having his own bottle of water. Covah opened his bottle and chugged the whole thing in three long gulps.

Cove purposefully looked away from the bobbing of Covah’s Adam's apple, fiddling with the plastic wrapping around the lid of the drink he had.

“Ah- better-” Covah sighed in relief, tossing the empty bottle into the recycle bin, “Now come help me pick out an outfit.”

“You really need to pick out a whole new outfit just for going back to the beach?” Cove asked, even if he already knew the answer. 

“No, but I want to,” Covah shrugged, “You don’t have to help if you don’t wanna.”

“The beach is gonna be boring without you though,” Cove shrugged back, "’Sides, I should cool off and drink my drink before heading back out."

Covah nodded, "Good idea. Come on then."

They walked together up the stairs, Honeysuckle following after them like… well, like a lost dog. They made it into Covah's room, Cove plopping into Covah's desk chair while Covah opened his closet with a hum. 

Honeysuckle sat in front of Cove. Cove smiled at the goofy dog and leaned forward, scratching behind her ears. She panted happily at the sensation.

"Hm," Covah thought aloud, "I could do a dress-" He fingered one sundress, a white sleeveless thing, "But I don't-" A hand went to his right arm. Where his scars were.

Cove frowned. Covah was always self conscious of his arms. Thought people would stare at the horrible wounds raked across him- which only seemed to grow and worsen with age. Unlike Cove's own scar. "Don't want to today?" Some days Covah was confident and could wear sleeveless things or t-shirts. Others….

"Yeah," Covah sighed, sounding defeated.

"You could throw a jacket over it," Cove suggested, pointing to the pile of jackets Covah had.

"Too hot for that," Covah hummed, "No, I think-.... Ah-!" Covah smiled and pulled out a short, blue denim dress. It had long sleeves, but they were off the shoulder, white, puffy things. They looked thin and breezy. "This should work. And then-" He went to his dresser with a hum, putting the dress over his arm so he could use both hands to dig through his drawers. 

Covah gave a small "ahah!" after a moment and pulled out some thin, sunflower patterned white tights. "These and some boots. Maybe my sun hat. Perfect." 

Cove smiled at Covah brightening at the prospect of putting on a cute, breezy outfit for the day. It almost never failed to cheer Covah up to put together something nice to wear.

"I'm gonna go change in the bathroom," Covah hiked a finger across the hall, before pointing at the bottle Cove still hadn't opened, "You drink your juice."

"Yes officer," Cove smiled sarcastically as Covah left the room. Honeysuckle laid down as soon as Covah left, staying with Cove. 

Cove opened the drink as soon as Covah left and closed the bathroom door, taking a sip-

"Oh that's weird," Cove looked at the bottle of juice with a cocked brow. 

"Yeah?!" Covah called from the bathroom, still able to hear Cove from there. It was just across the hall, after all. 

"Not a bad weird!" Cove called back, "Just- Different!" 

"Different how?!" Cove could hear the jingling of zippers as Covah moved in the bathroom.

"It's like-" Cove took another sip, "Tangy but also sweet at the same time."

"Huh-" There was a shuffle of fabric, "But good?"

"I like it," Cove nodded, taking another sip.

"Good!" the bathroom door re-opened, "I'm glad you like it." Covah re-entered the room, having fully changed and carrying his old clothes over his arm. "What you think?"

Don't say cute- Cove blushed as Covah's dress moved with him, "Looks good!" He squeaked out, giving a thumbs up.

Covah giggled- giggled- as he set his old clothes in his laundry bin. That did a number on Cove's heart. "It's nice and breezy too," He moved so the skirt of the dress swished gently, "Perfect for today."

Cove smiled, "Definitely looks breezier than pants," He motioned to his own swim trunks. 

"It's too bad you don't wear dresses, Seabird," Covah hummed, moving to his jewelry box to change out pieces. "It's really freeing. I always feel really pretty and rebellious wearing this stuff."

Cove laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, "Oh- y'know I've never tried before- and I don't know if I'd even like it." He laughed again, more disparagingly, "I probably couldn't pull it off as well as you do-"

Covah stopped mid putting on an earring, slowly looking over his shoulder at Cove. His gaze was unreadable.

"Wh-What?" Cove swallowed, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Covah very slowly finished clasping the earring, before stepping over to his closet with purpose. His gaze was determined and… almost angry.

"Covah?" Cove fidgeted with the torn up arms of Covah's desk chair as Covah went through his dresses carefully. "What are you-"

Covah, in one fluid motion, pulled out a dress and pushed it against Cove's chest. "Change. Now." His voice was flat and low. Almost dangerous with how jaded it was.

"Wh-What?!" Cove went red again in surprise, "I-"

"You-" Covah poked Cove's chest with each statement, "Are going to put on this dress. You are not going to look until you're fully dressed. And you are going to see how you feel about it."

"What you are not going to do-" Covah poked him again, harder, "Is stop yourself from trying something just because you think someone is better at it," He was practically hissing now, he was so worked up, "And you- Cove James Holden- Are going to figure out if you like to wear dresses. Right here. Right now."

"I-" Cove squeaked, not used to seeing Covah his worked up towards him, "I don't have any underwear-" 

"Put it on over your swimsuit." Covah was leaving no room for argument, arms crossed now and face hard. 

Cove looked at the dress that had been pushed into his lap. It was majorly white but, at the bottom was three rows of differently colored "waves" of "ocean". There were a few "birds" flying in the waves and above them. 

He swallowed thickly, clenching his fists shakily.

"If you truly feel uncomfortable, I won't push it," Covah quietly added, "I just… Think you should try it. Not hold yourself back, y'know?"

Cove nodded shakily, "Y-Yeah I…" He nodded again, "I guess… I should try it once, yeah? Just to see if I really… Don't like it."

Covah smiled a supportive, comforting smile, "And I'm right here if you get overwhelmed." 

Cove nodded again, smiling shakily up to Covah, "Y-Yeah…. Thanks." 

He stood up from the chair, careful to step over where Honeysuckle lay still, watching Cove curiously, and unzipped the back of the dress slowly. He made sure to face away from the mirror Covah had in the room, since Covah said to not look until he was done. 

Cove looked at Covah's intent gaze, "Can uhm-" He rubbed the fabric of the dress between two fingers. It was soft- "Can you not look until I'm done, too? I think I'll chicken out if you watch-" 

Covah only nodded and put a hand over his eyes. Blinding himself to what Cove was doing.

Cove swallowed. It was just him…. And Honeysuckle. "You think your dog will judge me for being so nervous? She's probably seen you do this a hundred times-"

"Honeysuckle doesn't judge people. She's too good of a girl to do that," Covah hummed.

"She is a really good girl-" Cove laughed nervously.

Honeysuckle made a small "boof" noise in reply.

Cove swallowed. Okay. He could do this- Just step into the dress (shakily, he had to try getting his foot into the thing three times).... Reach back…. And zip… it… up…

"O-Okay-" Cove nodded once the thing was all zipped up. He'd closed his eyes tight at one point during the process. "I'm- yeah." He nodded, keeping his eyes shut. He didn't want to see Covah's probably disappointed face when he- "You can look."

He heard Covah gasp after a beat. A small, tentative, emotional, "oh Seabird-" came from Covah.

"Is it that bad?" Cove grimaced, fists clenched into the skirt of the offending fabric. His eyes were still shut tight.

"No- You look-" Covah sounded… Happy? "You need to look! This is- Wow. I picked a good one for you."

Cove startled at that sentence. He looked-? He turned heel to look in the mirror, eyes snapping open to see-

"Oh."

It was… cute! 

"I-" He smiled wobblily, face reddening for a new reason now, "I like it."

"Yeah?!" Covah bounced in excitement.

"Yeah-" Cove nodded, voice cracking, turning every which way to look at the dress from every angle he could. It was flattering- Showing off his form nicely while being breezy. He thought he still preferred pants- knowing he didn't want to dirty himself like he likely would while being this cute- but it was… Nice. For days he wanted to be… Cute.

"Y-Yeah," Cove nodded again, "I think-" He smiled shyly, "Maybe… I'll keep it on? And we can… Go back outside? Maybe uhm-... walk on the beach?" He looked at Covah, "If uhm- that's okay. Our uhm… Stuff is still there, after all."

"You can keep the thing forever if you want!" Covah grinned, leaning forward to grab Cove's arm and pull him outside, "Come on-! Oh- I'm so proud and excited for you-! I'm- Proud-cited-! Ex-oud? Proud-cited sounds better."

Cove laughed as Covah led him back outside and to the beach quickly. 

Cove ended up keeping the dress after that day.. 

And wearing even more after his mom insisted on getting him a variety to wear.

toot toot.

Covah was originally created, in a very edgy way that would be practically unrecognizable to anyone looking at it today, in late July! So, here’s something for the kinda birthday boy! Reference taken from this video 

Someone Gets Hurt

Was I a game to you? Was I way too cool? I truly cared - Was I the fool? It's fine for you. It's fine to flirt. It's fine! 'Till someone gets hurt. 'Till someone gets hurt! Feel my heart beating? I'm just like her or you - People forget I'm human too. Yes, they do that. This is performance. This is all self defense. I thought you had the sense To see through that. Was I too proud with you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me! Are you kidding? Are you kidding? Poor little me, All trapped in this fabulous show! You could set me free! But if you're going, go!

My name is Regina George. And I am a massive deal! I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel!

I decided to update the refs for some of my oldest characters since the art on their refs was hella old

Guess who got a new tablet bitches! It’s me. I’m bitches. A small sketch of Covah to adjust

some sketches to try to relax.

Life’s Too Short To Be Dancing With The Devil

Where am I? My hands are tied. Turn on the lights, And I see you standing, Over me, It's hard to breathe! I can't believe that you'd do this to me! Years of us building the trust up! No love was ever enough. I'm foolish to think we were friends. It's funny how it ends. You know, When times get tough you always give up. I know your smoking gun's the tip of your tongue. You take your aim to point the blame It's time we let it go. So save your lies, behind those eyes you're a devil in disguise!

An updated, better design for a character I never talk about; Ella!

Ella is the very first human and Atlanean hybrid born when Atlantis reappeared. Due to this, she was shunned and mocked. Or worse, simply studied due to her unique nature. She was even attacked for being born the way she was, loosing her eye to a purist. This made Ella a very angry, volatile woman. She was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.

And she did.

One day, Ella came to find a very odd sword. When she grasped it, a woman appeared before her. Her sweet, honeyed words offering to help her destroy those who would harm her. And others like her. 

She took the sword and killed but one person. The one who took her eye, as they had never been punished for their actions. Ella.... Ella had always hated them but.... To take their life? Ella could not face what she had done, and abandoned the sword in a forest. Hoping to forget what had happened.

But she couldn’t. As the years went by, she noticed she did not age. She watched as years passed, and researched the spirit that had dug her claws into her. Ella found that she had been effected by the curse of the Viking Queen, to live forever until she was killed for her crimes. 

So, she lived on. Watching as she became a myth, the second wielder of the sword. 

She watched as whispers of a third wielder came.... And came to her doorstep one day stating that Simone was gone. She wishes she had done it, so this obviously tired man could have avoided the abusive woman’s claws into him. 

She lives in solitude now, bitter and not sure what to do with herself. All she knows is that she can’t trust anyone, and that she will never die. 

COVAH’S FULL REDESIGN! I decided to give him his legs back, and remove a few scars. No more brand or shoulder scar. But he keeps the bullet wound and earns a nose and arm scar! He has tats now too. Cause he always seemed like a tat guy. And his eyes are now effected by the curse.

Obsessed With Your Legacy-

Your sentences border on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph. To how they perceive you!

I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command. I led my men straight into a massacre! I witnessed their deaths firsthand- I made every mistake, And felt the shame rise in me. And even now I lie awake, Knowing history has its eyes on me.... History has its eyes on me...

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells your story. I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you! But remember from here on in: History has its Eyes on you!

(( Washington cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis The best thing he can do for the revolution Is turn n’ go back to plantin’ tobacco in Mount Vernon))

The Offers

(story under the cut :3c)

Simone took a deep breath of forest air. It'd been.... so long. She knew this instinctively. Somewhere, in her core, she knew time had passed. She knew Ella had abandoned her. Pity. The girl had shown so much potential. A natural with a blade. That was the past now, though. New potential was to be had with this next wielder! This- This-

Simone looked around in confusion. Where was her new wielder?

A whimper came from the ground.

Simone looked and frowned in worry. A very, very young boy was there. He was no older than ten. No- younger. He was dirty, his braid a mess. Staring up at Simone in pure fear. Her blade laid discarded to the side. He must have been trying to play with it.

Simone bent down to be eye level with the boy. This.... This was her new wielder? It had to be a joke. Surely, the curse wouldn't hit someone so..... so young. So innocent.

The boy scooted away from her, whimpering louder. Thudding against a tree behind him. No, no- he could see her. It had to be.... He had to be affected by the power of her curse.

God, why couldn't she have been more specific in her final moments? Only those willing could wield her! Then she wouldn't have so many failures under her belt. No CHILDREN! She didn't want to bring this child into all of this. She was thinking of rejecting this child. She could do that, she knew. She'd only done it once or twice. When those with too much evil in their hearts (but not enough to kill) tried to wield her. But....

"Don't-" The child- a drow, now that she looked better- tried scooting away more. He couldn't. "Don't hurt me."

That hurt to hear. Had someone whose soul was evil laid a hand on this child? That made Simone's heart grow with anger. How dare they! How dare they hurt someone so innocent- so new. So- So-

Like her.

She'd been hurt by evil at a young age too. A bit older than him, maybe, but that didn't matter. How was she to know that this child didn't have the potential to be a justice monger like her? Maybe in a few years.....

Simone smiled warmly at the boy and rose, dusting her dress off, "Oh, no no, my child. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me, what is a boy like yourself doing here? In this abandoned place?" Curiosity pricked at the back of her mind. What had gotten this boy so scared of an adult hurting him?

The child looked over to the side before pointing, "I fell."

Simone looked over. In the distance, a short cliff with a village atop it. Ahh. He must live there. He wouldn't be returning. She wouldn't bring him somewhere he obviously felt unsafe.

She looked back at him and smiled, "Could you tell me your name, darling?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably, "You first."

Simone smiled, putting a hand to her chest "I am Simone." The child must have a reason to be so uncomfortable with sharing his name first. Perhaps there had been fae nearby at one time. "Your turn."

The boy hesitated before speaking quietly, "Quynn."

Simone internally noted his discomfort at the name. Maybe something could be done about that. "Well, Quynn-" She frowned and bent down slightly. Serious now. "Where are your parents?" She had to see their souls. Only the evil could hurt someone so new to the world-

The boy shifted uncomfortably and looked down. He then looked at her defensively and spouted (quickly, like ripping a bandage off), "What's it to you?!"

Simone approached him carefully and offered a hand to help him up. "Well, child, if you had, hypothetically, a situation where you didn't want to go home.... I could take you with me."

He looked at her hand in curiosity before looking up at her with stars in his eyes. "Really? You're not just saying that? This isn't a trick or somethin?"

She chuckled warmly, "Quynn, I promise I would never trick you. No matter how long we decide to stay together, I will never trick you." She then frowned at him seriously, "But I will warn you, the path I walk is dangerous. You may be hurt, but never by me."

The boy hesitated a moment before taking her hand quickly. "Good enough."

Simone smiled. She always wanted to be a mother.

-

Simone shakily tried to get up. This couldn't be it- She couldn't lose. Not now- Not-

Not to Covah.

She looked at the boy she'd raised from seven. How had it come to this? He was so ruined. So hurt- She'd broken her promise. She was so terrible for hurting him so- But she couldn't think of this now. She had to fight to survive, for the first time in two thousand years.

Covah approached her carefully, dropping his sword. The rapier he'd hidden from her. Gotten to fight her. "Mother, please," He begged as he offered a hand to her. To help her up. "I don't want to fight you."

"Funny," She spit venomously, "You sure seemed eager to do that when we got up here."

Covah flinched before shaking his head, "Mother- please- it doesn't have to be like this." He smiled and motioned to the horizon. "We can leave here, together! We can start anew. Rid the world of evil without death. I don't know how but- but we can do it! We can change, you can change. You don't have to-" He frowned to her and flicked his eyes away uncomfortably, "We don't have to hurt anyone anymore. Hurt each other." He bent down to his knee. The one she'd ripped from him so brutally. "Please, mother, give this a chance."

Simone looked up to her son sadly. He sure had grown up, hadn't he? She was proud, despite everything. Despite the betrayal. Despite- Despite-

Her eyes caught the scar on his face. She..... She had done that.  She saw how Covah flinched away from her now. She... She was no better than evil, was she? The ones she condemned. Who was she, to say it was wrong but turn around and do it herself?

A hypocrite, that's what.

God, Covah was right.

Maybe.... Maybe Covah's future would be better without her. He'd be better without her.

That's all she wanted. Was her son to be happy. And he wouldn't be happy so long as she was there. He'd be uncomfortable around her, forever.

She smiled bitterly, sadly up to her son. Her baby Covah. It would be okay. So long as he was happy. That's what all mothers wanted, in the end, right?

"I'm sorry, Covah." She lunged at his throat.

Covah grabbed her nearby sword quickly and flung it into the volcano.

It'd be okay. So long as he was happy.....

Soon and evermore,

I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door!

The world is a place, Where the villains wear a smile on their face While they take what you can never replace Stolen moments gone forever!

But tables can turn, As my enemies will soon enough learn, I will strike a match and then watch them burn On the pyre of obsession!

You run 'till you drop, chasing an advantage. You'll pay any price if you think it's free.

I will carry hell to your doorstep; I will make you pay! You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day! Sleepless nights and days of damnation! Soon and evermore, I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door!

And love is a lie, swearing that no matter what it won't die. Disappearing like a star in the sky! In the hot light of morning-

-

First there's retribution I must prepare- Mighty vengeance is mine! I have a nice show that will tempt you onward And just when you're sure that the prize is yours!

I'll deliver hell to your doorstep dressed in rich facade! Then, I'll burn you to the ground like an angry god! Once you're in my shining cathedral heed the tolling bell. It's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell!

Fall down on your knees! Fall down and let me hear you pray! Fall down on your knees! 'till I can hear you bargaining, scheming, begging and screaming to me!

I will carry hell to your doorstep; you will rue the day! You will reap the hate you've sown! No matter how hard you pray! It's a place without any mercy, fashioned in cold blood! Stones of fear and stones of doubt! No forgiveness, no way out! Only justice, Then, amen!

One Day More

One more day before the storm (Do I follow where she goes?) At the barricades of freedom! (Shall I join my brothers there?) When our ranks begin to form (Do I stay; and do I dare?) Will you take your place with me? The time is now, the day is here!

One day more to revolution! We will nip it in the bud! We'll be ready for these schoolboys! They will wet themselves with blood! - Tomorrow you'll be worlds away. What a life I might have known, And yet with you, my world has started! Tomorrow we'll be far away! Tomorrow is the judgment day! Tomorrow we'll discover What our God in Heaven has in store! One more dawn! One more day! One day more!

VERSUS COVAH: Judgement

[Defender of What’s Right]

So! I love my characters. I love their designs! I wouldn't change their designs for the world. But, I got to thinking.

What if I designed my characters today? Like, if they were brand new characters, how would my growth in character design shift the way they look? That's what I did today. Designed some of my oldest characters as if I designed them today. Design notes under the cut!

Covah:

Made him look like an actual drow- not slapping a dark skin tone on him and calling him a drow.

Hair in a ponytail cause, let's be honest, his long ass hair would be easy to grab.

I wanted to keep the facial scar that he got when he first questioned Simone. That's such an integral part of his story. But, I edited it a but to look like the slap that it was. Otherwise? All scars Covah got from Simone are gone. Instead, he has small battle wounds dotted all over his body.

Actually, y’know, put a sword at his hip like he probably would have 24/7

Gave him his legs back. Take them. You fool. You poor child.

Gave him some tattoos! Covah always seemed like the type to have tattoos.

Espi:

Gave him more of a greaser vibe instead of the general adult 50s style. He is a young, Hispanic, working-class American who does not enjoy The Man. He is perfect for the greaser style. But, he wouldn't do all the motorcycle stuff that was common or listen to all that rock. He's a book nerd deep down.

Got rid of his glasses. Why does he have glasses? He is blind. He does not need glasses. Take them off. You fool. You utter moron.

Still tub. Let him be tub.

Simone:

I wanted to give her more of a warrior princess vibe.

She has. A nose. It's a miracle.

Made her dress more adpt for the time period she lived died in.

She has a under jaw, much like Alexandrite from Steven universe. She can lift her front face to reveal a larger, threatening jaw underneath.

Eyeball. She felt a lil bear without four eyes so I gave her one under her skirt.

Sinensis:

Total revamp! I wanted him super cartoony and fun.

Originally I was shooting for something inspired by Picasso, but ended up more muppety.

Orange.

I removed his kitty bits! They just feel very extra in his current design but they've been there forever.

He's still a ball of fluff tho. Best boi.

I'm Not Throwing Away My Shot!

I dream of life without a monarchy.

Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up.

And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

I may not live to see our glory. But I will gladly join the fight. And when our children tell our story! They'll tell the story of tonight.

Should I Take The Upgrade?

Don't worry about the guilt you feel. Just take a breath and seal the deal!

Very Unordinary

Dreams come true, that's news to me! How wild (blueberry)! Who knew that our buffoonery could bear fruit so divine? Even I- I don't have the vocabulary to describe what I'm- feeling inside. But for me, it's very unordinary.

I'm fraught with jealousy. I can't believe you're telling me that he's the favorite side. Even I- I don't have the vigor to bear the loss of pride that I'm feeling inside. But for me, it's very unordinary

(Sinensis is okay, don't worry!)

Guest art by @yaboy-robin

COVAH!!! GOT!!!! IN!!!!!! I'M SCREAMING!!!!

AND YOUR WRESTLE MONSTER CHAMPEONS!!!

well half of them.

BUT HERE WE GO.

The Temmienator

Your General Manager of The Pit!

The Final Destination

Psychopomp’s mentor and a legend in their own right!

The Sword of Justice

He’s got a shocking amount of human fans who think he’s hot and they’re totally right!

Sub Zero

Everyone’s favorite chicken-shit heel that everybody thinks is awful but has a great time hating anyway!

Shizoodle

The babiest of babyfaces!

Stitches

The punching bag who punches back!

Sandemonium

Flowers’ tag-team partner! Together they are DESERT STORM!

Safety Bear

The cyborg juggernaut of safety and DANCE.

Mandusa

Here to petrify the competition!

Hugh Mann

He’s… been taking a less prominent role these days…

Candle Gal

Sandemonium’s mentor, and a wrestler BURNING WITH PASSION!

Dazzle Diamond

The! Unbreakable!! Diamond!!! Half of the tag team, Cryztalize, and a favorite of Monster Kid!

More wrestlers to be announced…! Later….!!

-TQ

But I Did What I Thought That I Had To

Which is bad too!

I thought that I could take it,

All the hate could just be shaken,

But when you lo- care for someone,

Not much hurts more than their scorn.

I Just Wanna Watch The Birds Go By

And see them soar up into the unknown.

Each little species And it’s little way can teach me What awaits you If you can get away I wanna watch the birds do what they will Sorry if I’m ornithologically prone I wanna watch from somewhere undisturbing Quiet, calm, still Sit right here and gaze at the unknown

(I want to watch them fly and fly so long as I can get away from her!)

I'm Terribly Awful

Redundantly evil,

Nauseatingly foul,

Contemptibly vile,

And so vexatious!

I have no idea what I want to draw so have some sketches.