finger eater





Alright so Death split his soul to form Asura and Kidd, right? But he gave Asura his fear. This, Asura can form memories, and his personality can be shaped by these memories and these fears, but Asura can not form his OWN fears. In Kidd’s case he was not given Death’s memories nor his fear ( Death had none to give, obviously ), but merely Death’s personality. Over years of forming his own fear and memories, Kidd’s personality would have changed. As a newborn, though, he was like a creepy little copy of death.

Ok, so here’s,,, the Issue with giving someone all of your fear:
1) Not only can you yourself no longer feel or form fear
2) Fear can overcome a soul

At this point, the fear acts like madness and, essentially, you loose all personality and become a kishin. Asura’s soul most likely looks like the one above.

In those who have mental illnesses that affect their personality/memories, mental illness appears as a little growth on the soul.


Heart Attack (Soul x Maka AMV)

Damn it, my fingers slipped.

Hello there! I know that this is a small fandom, but i decided to make a headcanon blog for the anime/manga Soul Eater! Soul Eater has been a giant comfort to me since it first came out.

On this blog, you can request or share headcanons for characters, request art of your OC, post art of your OC, post your fanfics/fanart/fanworks, and in general do many other things relating to SE.

12 Dates of Christmas; Part 1.

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. It’s going to be 97-99% fluff. All 12 parts.

Your name: submit What is this?


“Trust me,” Mandy had told you. “You’ll like this guy.”

Blind dates weren’t really your thing, but when Mandy told you that, you decided to give the whole concept one more try. Mandy was smart and level-headed, and she had never steered you wrong … Even if the guy she had set you up with was her mechanic, someone she was only acquainted with casually.

You looked out the window and checked the weather, hoping it would help you decide what to wear. Gray clouds cluttered the sky; it hadn’t snowed yet this year but those clouds threatened to change that fact. Christmas lights perked up the dreary view out your window, making you smile. You loved Christmastime. Maybe you’d incorporate that into your outfit for the evening.

The mechanic – Dean Winchester – had communicated through Mandy that your dinner reservations were at a nice but not fancy sit-down place, so you picked a long-sleeve knit dress with thick, hunter green and white stripes from your closet. It feel just above your knees, so as you fastened the thin, brown belt around your waist, you decided on dark red tights and boots to match the belt on the dress. You took a look in the mirror and suddenly panicked. What were you thinking?

“Mandy, you’ve got to call this guy and tell him I changed my mind,” you told her once she answered the phone.

She groaned, and you could just picture her rolling her eyes. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you? We talked about this. There’s a twenty-four hour cancellation policy, Y/N. It’s too late now. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t even know.” You plopped onto your bed. “I’m wearing red and green – that’s lame, right?”

“Not lame,” Mandy replied carefully. “But maybe a little much for a first date. Give me about ten minutes, I’ll come over and help you.”

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling more than a little relieved. “Be careful.”

You fretted and paced in the eight minutes it took for Mandy to breeze in the door to your apartment. She closed and locked it behind her, tossing her coat and bag on the couch, then followed you to your room.

“All right, let’s see what we’re working with.” She looked you up and down and tapped her fingers on her chin. “Okay, I’ve got it. Let’s get to work. We’ll start with hair and make-up.”

Over the next forty-five minutes, Mandy made short work of curling your hair and pinning it back in a pretty half-up, half-down style. She helped you with your make-up, and finally suggested you change out the red tights for green ones that matched the stripes on your dress.

“There,” Mandy smiled. “He won’t be able to resist you now.”

You hugged her tightly. “You’re the best. What would I do without you?”

“Go on this date, then we’ll see if you still think that,” Mandy chuckled. “Now get going, or you’ll be late. I’m going to wait here, eat the pint of ice cream in your freezer and binge watch some Netflix. Can’t wait to hear about it when you get back!”

You pulled on your own coat, a scarf, and gloves, and braved the cold wind outside. You winced when the weatherman on the radio informed you there would be snow falling before the week was over.

What did it matter? It could snow tonight for all you cared. You had no high hopes for this date, and you could use the excuse to get home early.


Dean waited semi-patiently at the table in the middle section of the restaurant for his blind date. It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to meeting someone new, but he was a little concerned that maybe this girl wasn’t as great as Mandy had built her up to be.

The restaurant was situated in a just-above-middle-class part of town, but he had chosen it carefully. One the chance that this girl was as great as Mandy described, Dean wanted to make a good impression. The Christmas décor and lights made the restaurant feel more laid-back than the handful of times he had been there before, which Dean appreciated now more than ever, as his nerves were really working themselves.

“Would you like to order a drink while you wait?” the young man waiting the table asked politely.

“It’s all right. She should be here soon.” He shrugged, briefly. “Maybe a couple of waters.”

Dean’s eyes trailed after waiter as the younger man walked to another table towards the front of the restaurant. He eyed a pretty girl walking his way with the hostess, who stopped midway and pointed to Dean’s table. She peeled her coat and gloves off as she approached him, laying her coat over her arm.

“Are you Dean?” you asked. A pretty pink blush dusted over your cheeks.

He stood to shake hands with you. “I am. And you must be Y/N?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Dean smiled. He didn’t want to be superficial, but by the looks of this girl, the night was off to a good start. “Please, have a seat. I have waters on the way, but we can order whenever you’re ready.”

“Great, thank you. I’ve never been here, so it might take a couple of minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.” He watched you while you perused over the menu. “If you tell me what you’re in the mood for, maybe I could make a suggestion?”

You brightened a little. “That would be great. Honestly, I’m a meat-and-potatoes kind of girl.”

His kind of girl. “I don’t mean to be cliché, but you should try out what I’m having. Right here on the menu … the marinade on the steak is amazing.”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed after reading the description.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have a whiskey sour with it, too, if you don’t mind. Ease the nerves a little bit.”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Dean smiled at that, and you had to glance elsewhere to stop yourself from grinning so big. This guy was handsome, charming, and there was something about him … Whatever it was, it made your heart beat faster.

Once the waiter came and took your orders, you decided you were going to be brave and ask some questions.

“Well, I know you’re a mechanic,” you began. “What made you decide on that for a career?”

Dean cleared his throat. “My dad, actually. We were really close. Always working on some project in the garage for as long as I can remember. I mean, it wasn’t perfect – he was a military man, and that was hard sometimes. But he loved us, and he taught me a lot about cars.”

“I can’t help but notice you talking about him in the past tense …” you said quietly.

Dean nodded. “A couple of years ago. Heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I really miss him, but I’m getting along.” He looked you in the eye and said with a smile, “Things are getting brighter.”

You blushed yet again and looked away. “I’m glad you were close with him. I was close with my dad, too. My mom wasn’t really around, so I got really close with him and my brothers.”

“Family is important,” Dean asked. “What do you do?”

“I’m a paramedic.”

Dean started ticking the little things he knew about you off on his fingers. “Meat-and-potatoes eater, whiskey drinker, close with her family, saves lives – Mandy found me the perfect girl.”

You laughed. “And she found me quite the charmer.”

“A handsome one though, right?” Dean teased.

“A handsome one,” you agreed as the waiter set your plates down in front of the two of you. “Who apparently makes really great supper suggestions. This looks and smells amazing!”

The meal was delicious. The two of you took your time eating, conversing between bites about where in the city you had grown up, your favorite TV shows, the music you liked to listen to – anything and everything that came to mind.

“Okay, now be honest.” Dean smiled. “Did you wear green tonight because Christmas is coming?”

You hid your face in embarrassment, but recovered quickly. “I did! You know what, I’m not even going to hide it. I love Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite holiday. The lights and the decorations, the snow, the … uh, the romance.”

“Hey,” Dean said, beckoning for your attention. “I think that’s great. I mean, I always liked it, but I’m more of a Fourth of July kind of guy.”

“That’s my second favorite,” you offered.

“I’ll look forward to spending it with you then,” Dean commented sincerely.“Okay, so they really do have some great desserts here, but I have a different idea, if you’re okay being outside for a little bit.”

You nodded. “Sure, I’m game for an adventure.”

He paid the bill and helped you with your coat. While you finagled your gloves and scarf on, he pulled his coat on, and asked if you trusted him yet.

“Um, I’m sorry … why?” You asked, brow raised.

“Well, I figured if you trust me, we could take my car on this adventure, and I’ll bring you back to your car –”


“Say what?”

“Truck,” you repeated. “I drive a truck, which I feel okay with you bringing me back to later.”

Dean smiled and slipped his gloved fingers through yours.


As the two of you walked around the outdoor ice-skating rink sipping hot chocolate, you had to chuckle as Dean raved again that you had known about his car before he told you.

“I mean, not every girl I know can identify a 1967 Impala – in fact, probably the only other woman I know that could do that is my mom, and it’s because she was the first and only girl my dad ever took for a ride in that car.”

“It’s in great condition,” you complimented. “And you aren’t the only one who grew up in the garage with your dad. I just didn’t turn it into a career.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean nodded. His warm breath misted into the winter air. “What made you decide on that, anyway?”

You took a deep breath. “I wanted to help people. I wish it was more of an inspirational story than that, but really … I like the rush of an emergency call, and the idea that what I do could make the difference between a person living or dying.”

Dean looked at you like he’d never seen a woman before. “I really am not dropping a line here but, damn, Y/N. I can’t get over how amazing you are.”

You laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sparky.”

“Sparky?” Dean chuckled as the two of you stopped at turned to face each other. You tossed your empty cup into a nearby trash can and shrugged.

“Yeah. My dad’s an electrician, but on one of their first dates, he showed my mom how to change the spark plugs in her car. She always called him Sparky after that – a combination of the two things, I guess.” You swallowed. “Considering it didn’t work out for them, maybe it’s kind of a jinx to use it for you. Sorry.”

Dean threw away his own cup and shook his head. He crooked a finger under your chin and smiled down at you. “No. There’s no way this could be anything but a good thing.”

A kiss was coming, and you knew it – hell, you were hoping it was in the cards for the evening. Just before Dean’s mouth connected with yours however, two kids ran in between you on their way to the ice skating rink, separating the two of you.

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “Guess it’s getting kind of late anyway. I have to be at the station early tomorrow for a twenty-four hour shift.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be at work in the morning, too. Not for twenty-four hours, thank goodness.”

You smiled and reached for Dean’s hand again as the two of you walked back to the Impala.


When he dropped you back off at the restaurant, he offered a tight embrace and a kiss to the top of your head.

“Be safe on your shift tomorrow,” he cautioned. “It’s too early into a good thing for you to be getting into some kind of freak accident or anything, and with the storm coming in …”

You grinned back at him. “I’ll be careful. And you be careful, too. Don’t get caught up by some chesty girl dropping her car off for a tune-up.”

“I’m pretty sure my mind’s only going to be in one place tomorrow,” Dean answered quietly. You silently wished he would try to kiss you again, but his gall seemed to be gone for the evening. “Maybe after you’ve had some rest after your shift, you can come help me decorate my Christmas tree.”

“It isn’t decorated yet?” you exclaimed. “There’s only a few weeks until Christmas.”

“My brother and I helped Mom decorate hers, and I lost the mood, I guess. I think I’ve got it back. What do you say? I’ll cook you dinner, we’ll decorate the tree …”

You nodded. “All right. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled. “Let me know when you’re home?”

“If you promise to answer.”

“I promise. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Dean.”

You got in your truck, wishing you had started the ignition before you and Dean said your good-night. It would take a few minutes for the thing to warm up, but while you waited, you watched in your rearview mirror as Dean drove off.

“This just might turn out to be the best Christmas yet,” you smiled to yourself.

Drabble #1

Lush– Nash Grier Smut

I sighed and quickly shot Nash a text, my boss bitching about my supposed ‘slacking’ with the phone calls. Yes, I am a stock-broker. And yes, women can do that too.

Me: when i get home i’m gonna take a bath. a long fucking bath. and drink tea. i’m sorry to cancel on dinner, but my boss is pissing me the fuck off at the moment.

Nash: it’s okay baby, I understand. I love you so so much, i’ll come over later and make you dinner. :)

His text made my heart flutter and my cheeks to flush. I love him. I continued making phone calls and doing a bunch of paperwork as usual, before driving home, my shoulders tense and my chest heaving heavily with deeps breaths, attempting to calm myself down. It was not working. I quickly pulled into the driveway, slamming the door to my black range-rover with force. I huffed and blew the hair out of my face and stomped my way up the porch steps, my Louboutin’s nearly screaming at me. When I opened the door, the scent of stir-fry and chow mien nearly caused my heart to stop- Well, that, and Nash standing shirtless in front of the stove with a towel on his shoulder.

“It smells so good in here.” I exclaimed as I hugged him from behind, his back a bit clammy from standing in a streamy kitchen.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He spoke smoothly, his voice raspy and warm- as usual.

“Here, sit down, have a glass of wine.” He said as he poured the white zinfandel into a wine glass. With wide eyes, I sat down at the bar and kicked my loubies off and guzzled nearly half of the glass.

“Rough day?” Nash asked as he dished up the plates with stir-fry. I nodded and washed my hands, and pulled my hair up into a bun.

“Here baby, go change. I’ll get you all set up.” He smiled and pecked my lips before pulling away, before I pulled him right back down to me. My hands held his neck, his strong arms holding me against his bare chest.

“Ah ah ah,” He tsk’d. “Don’t want to ruin your dinner.” He said with a saucy wink. My heart and stomach fluttered as I tip-toed into my bedroom, which was now spotless. Now that I’m thinking about it, the entire house is spotless.. I quickly changed into a pair of Nash’s boxer-briefs that he’s left here. We currently don’t live together, but are in the midst of getting ready to get our own place.

“Baby, did you clean.. like everything?” I asked as I walked back into the kitchen, welcomed by the two plates of steaming food and a full glass of wine, making me borderline emotional.

“Maybe.” He smirked as he took a bite. Someone is getting laid tonight. I tilted his chin up so I could kiss him gently, his lips silky, like my freshly cleaned sheets.

“I love you. Thank you so much for doing this, you have no idea how much this means to me, and how much it’s helped me.” I said somberly as I sat down next to him.

“Of course baby. I love you so so much and I would do anything for you.” He smiled, his hair crazily parted as he ran his fingers through his hair.

After eating dinner, which was borderline orgasmic, he cleared the table, poured me another glass of wine, and left the room.

“Babe, what’re you doing?” I called out as I carried my shoes into my bedroom closet. I heard the running water in my bathroom, the steaming water filling the deep tub quickly, the mirror fogged almost immediately. He shut the water off after a minute or so, the jet sin my new bathtub streaming hot water in. Nash grabbed a Lush bag that was new to me from under the sink and dropped my favorite bomb in— the sex bomb.

“Baby.. did you go to lush?” I asked, while fixing my bun.

“Only for you.” He sheepishly smiled, whilst pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, my stomach nearly exploding at the sight.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He said while kissing my head, hastily walking out the door.

“Don’t even think about it.” I said, while kicking the door shut with my foot.

He sat on the toilet lid as I stood in front of him, his fingers yanking his briefs off of my as I pulled my tee shirt off. His lips left gentle kissing on my chest and clavicle, my fingers fastening in his long hair. my fingers hooked underneath the band of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down hastily.

He climbed in the tub first, holding out a hand to help me in. He lay with his legs stretched out and his head against the wall, as I laid between his legs, with my head on his chest. His long, bony fingers grabbed my sponge and soaked it, layering soap onto it. He rubbed in gently on my neck and chest, briefly going under the water to wash my stomach- and other bits. After I finished washing him and rinsing the sponge, I just laid with my head on his chest.

“How was work?” I whispered, breaking the temporary silence.

“It was okay, I didn’t stay for the entire shift.” He said as his hands rubbed the top of my thighs.

“Because.. I wanted to come here and get shit done, for you.” He said, his fingers rubbing my lower stomach.

“Baby.. you really didn’t have to do that.” I said, leaning my head back completely to make eye contact with him.

“I know I didn’t. But I really really wanted to.” He said, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth gently assaulting my heated skin.

His lips lingered and nipped with rhythm, his fingers discretely lowering. He spread my lips with his fingers, the hot eater causing me to hiss. His fingers gently rubbed in slow, steady circles, while his other hand gently held my chest. He slowly sinked a finger in, my lower lip clamping between my teeth. The once-gentle assault on my neck became more intense every few seconds. His fingers moved at a quicker speed, curling with every thrust. His palm rubbed my clit indirectly, my hips grinding into his hand.

“How does that feel baby?” He said, his fingers pinching my nipple. I moaned in response, my chest heaving rapidly with every minuscule movement.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed the top of my thigh, my neck glowing red and purple. He leaned so he could grab the shower head, which was now running.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Gotta rinse all the soap off of you.” He said as he held the massaging shower head a few inches from my skin, causing my skin to glow a pulsating red.

His fingers sunk back into me as he lowered the shower head onto my clit, the combination of the hot pulsating stream and his fingers curled inside of me caused my head to swim. I could feel him slowly harden against me as I clenched around his fingers, his moan causing my chest to heave even more.

“You are so fucking sexy. Fuck.” He whined as I held him in my hand behind me, my thumb gently rubbing the tip. He shut the shower head off and flipped me around to face him, his lips immediately connected to mine. His pupils were dilated to the point where his iris’ were barely visible, his cock resting against my pale skin.

“I want you so badly.” He moaned into my mouth, my hands gently rubbing him. I sat up on my knees and straddled his hips, and lined him up. I gently slid onto him, the slow splash of the water and our moans the only thing heard in the entire house. I rolled my hips against him slowly, but forcefully.

“Baby.. fuck.” He was cut out by my lips closing over his, his warm tongue greeting mine in a heated embrace. His hips met mine as we made love, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as mine on him. My mind raced as I clenched around him, we are one. One mind, one body, one soul. I love him.

“I love you so fucking much.” I whimpered as he thrusted more sharply into me, his heated, slippery hands holding my lower back as he moaned into my neck.

“I love you baby.” He nearly whimpered as I tightened around him, his head leaned back, rested against the cool tile. His adams apple bobbed as he moaned, his neck vibrating with every sound that leaked out of his mouth. I hid my forehead in his neck, our hips rocking together.

“I’m so close baby.. mmm.” He groaned, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. I lifted my hips off of him so we were barely connected, before slamming back down, the water splashing all over the both of us.

“Do that again, babe, oh my god.” He said as he held my hips; guiding me. I repeated the action several times until his eyes scrunched closed tightly and he twitched inside me, he came. He rubbed my clit insanely fast, the water slowing his actions, but also making them more intense.

He pulled out of me and pulled me into his chest, his heartbeat still erratic from the orgasm he just endured.

“You never cease to amaze me, baby girl.” He said in a raspy tone, his fingers pulling the drain plug out of the drain, the water slowly emptying the tub, using goosebumps to rise on my naked wet body. He climbed out of the tub and lifted me onto the toilet lid, leaving the bathroom momentarily before returning with one towel. He wrapped it around his back and arms, before opening them and welcoming me into his warm arms.

hi it me im back

Another SE mermaid au picture drawing thing.

In which shark!Soul likes to bring mermaid!Maka shiny things to impress her but tries to be low-key and cool about it, but he’s just a sharp-toothed fish who wants to impress an awesome bookseaworm. Credits to peregr1ne for the drawing I drew inspiration from. (=´∇`=)


Hey dudes! I figure I should give my followers an update on what I’m working on, things to come later down the road, and other stuff. I usually update in short tweets on Twitter ( ) but I want to just empty my brain here.


Most of you probably know this is my main focus at the moment. This is a project that went from a short one-month-to-make-tops cartoon to keep people entertained in between Unfortunate Girl episodes like 2 years ago, to something much bigger and full of lots of little details. I’d lay in bed at night and just keep adding more and more to the story in my head until I came up with a pretty solid tale that I hope is worth all the work I’ve put, and will continue to put into it. I know exactly how this story will end, and that’s something I’ve never really got to work with before. Everything in between all the sudden becomes much easier to write.

Anyway, the first installment in this series has been out for a couple months now, and in that time I’ve been trying to improve my art, and most of all my knowledge on cinematography. I felt the 1st episode was my most cinematic looking animation yet, but I still have a lot of things to improve on. I’m mostly working on creating interesting compositions so it’s not just a straight-on shot of the characters the whole time.

I’ve also been tweaking some things in Ruby’s design just sightly. Like Unfortunate Girl, I started the series with a basic vision in mind for what I wanted the characters to look like, but the longer I worked on the animation, the more refined and confident the design became until I hit a sweet spot. Even in just watching Finger Eater part 1 from start to finish, you can see minor things change in Ruby’s design as it goes on because I got a little more confident with it, and didn’t really have time to go back and redraw every old frame to make it all have a 100% unanimous look. These minor changes in the next episode will just be things like adjusting the silhouette of
Ruby’s hair and making it look a little more natural, thinning out her lips JUUUST A TINY BIT, and just overall improving the anatomy within my drawing style.

Episode 2 will not really involve Ruby’s finger feeding unfortunately. This is probably the most exciting thing to show in the story but for the sake of developing the characters properly, I have to do a short flashback episode. I was going to do the flashback scene, and then continue where the story left off in part 1, all in the same episode. But this would take a very long time, and I’d really like to get a new episode out soon as possible. I hate making people wait months and months for these animations, so I’ll cut this episode a little short. It’ll probably be like 4 minutes? Who knows. It’s coming along though. This will probably be a trilogy.


This is a series I’m still insanely passionate about. It hasn’t had an installment in years, and that’s because my focus switched to Finger Eater. I’m making these all by myself so it takes a while. As soon as I’m done with Finger Eater though, Unfortunate Girl will be back in action. And I’m pretty damn excited to do it again. I have a new episode written, polished up and ready to be made, and another episode that’s written, but not as polished. This series is another thing taking over my brain at night when I’m laying in bed. I’m always refining ideas and characters.

My only worry is: Will people still be interested?

After such a long wait, I have no idea how many people really still care about the series. The best solution to this worry, I think, is to just make a really, really good episode. Something that, even after all these years, draws more people in and makes people wanna see what happens next, possibly even without watching the previous episodes prior. Sounds super obvious, but hey, I could come back with a really mediocre episode instead of coming back with a bang, and what’d happen then? Buncha poop, dude. Disappointment all around. At this point I can’t really rely too much on previous “success” (I use that word very lightly) of the series, so I’m gonna go for that idea for now. Just make something really good…lol. In the end, I just really like pushing myself to improve and this is just another way to do it.

I can’t wait to REALLY bring Karissa to life and really develop who she is. (Along with other characters of course.)


I recently teamed up with one of my favorite youtubers to do a collaboration video, where I’ll be animating some stuff and it’s gonna be really cool. I can’t really say much more than that at the moment but yeah!! This is also my first ever animation project I’m getting paid for, so that’s exciting. As soon as I can talk more about it, I will!


This is something I really wish I had more time for. I’d like to draw a whole lot more and build a nice portfolio for myself. Currently, I’m working 40 hours a week at a grocery store so I really have to manage my time wisely. Usually I come straight home and start animating, then it’s time for bed. There’s not much time to squeeze in a lot of polished drawings. I have to choose what I want to do with my night, draw or animate, and it’s usually animate. But I do a lot of sketches (mostly traditional recently) and I hope with time I can get good enough to where I can pop out fully rendered polished drawings much faster. Obviously, I’m working to improve my art skills every day. I’m definitely not at the level I’d like to be yet, but I’m starting to feel just a little confident with my art for the first time.

Even though I don’t have a ton of extra time these days, I’m gonna start trying to do at least one polished digital drawing a week. This’ll be a big challenge for me but it’ll also be a lot of fun so whateva.


Any music I’m making right now is going towards the Finger Eater soundtrack. In fact pretty much any music I’ve made in the last couple years has just been for my cartoons. Or at least with them in mind, since some of the tracks end up not getting used.. Once I start getting something solid for the next FE episode, I’ll post some tracks!


I know some people really REALLY hate me talking about my Patreon, and I apologize!

Basically I just wanted to say thank you!!!!!!

I’m getting $89 from 13 patrons right now and that’s totally awesome. That helps me eat!! Seriously!!!! Like I said, I work 40 hours, and even with that I still find myself being completely depleted of money after I pay my rent. Then here comes the 1st of the month, and my Patreon money comes in…and I can buy groceries! It’s seriously such a help, guys. Thank you so much.

At $200 a month, I’m going to make a comic series for An Unfortunate Girl. I’m gonna color it and everything, it’ll be legit. $200 is the amount for this because at that point I can actually take an extra day off work EVERY WEEK! More time to work on things, like a comic.

So yeah, love u all muah.

I think that’s it for now! If you read all that, dang. Thanks for caring. I might try to do updates like this more often.

Thanks so much for all the support recently and have a swell day!


Hey everyone! It’s been a long journey working on and off on The Finger Eater. I originally wanted to have it out by last Halloween! But due to things like corrupt Flash files, having to completely reanimate certain frame by frame sequences, redrawing certain frames that I drew forever ago that looked pretty ugly and such, this cartoon has taken much longer!
BUT as of right now, I have a deadline for this cartoon to be out in early July (preferably before July 3rd).
And I’m pretty on schedule with that right now! I think I can do it.
Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. Have a sexy day yall.

so i have a nervous habit of making movements with my fingers as if i was typing out what people are saying during conversations. and i just thought–

soul would probably do the same thing but with different tunes on the piano.

he would just have his hand on maka’s knee or shoulder or something and be tapping out the bass line for a song he likes, or one that he’s writing.

and maka wouldn’t really realize it at first, she would just think he’s drumming his fingers.