" whos not listed here?? "
full list of kins i have yet to make profiles for
- hatemonger (SPACEKING)
- doomguy (DOOM:TDA)
- captain (SPACEKING)
- optimus (rescue bots, no idea how, dont ask. </3)
- dexter morgan (dexter.. duh)
- house (house.. also duh)
- NOLI (myth derived, not forsaken!!)
- curly (mouthwashing, extremely inactive tho)
- cleetus
- guest1337 (no definite 100% source)
- john doe (???no source??)
- burning spice cookie (crk)
- silent salt cookie (crk???unsure)
- eternal sugar cookie (crk)
- dark cacao cookie (crk)
- capsaicin cookie (crk)
possibly more but i cant think of any

welcome to augusts corner!!

a spot in my carrd entirely dedicated to august, my wonderful husband!!
doubles dni :(

CREDITS 2 HAKU IN YUMECRYPT!! LOVE UR WRITING! XX

----- 1

I Imagine you are slumped at your desk, the glare of the screen or the weight of the paperwork making your eyes burn with exhaustion. The room suddenly grows unnaturally cold, and the shadows in the corner begin to stretch and bleed across the floor. From that darkness, August manifests, a towering, ink-black silhouette that seems to swallow the light around him. (creepy ahh)He doesn't startle you; he moves with a silent, liquid grace, appearing directly behind your chair. You feel a chilling but strangely grounding presence as he leans over you, his long, shadow-drenched arms bracing against the desk on either side of your body, effectively caging you into a private sanctuary of darkness, straining to press a kiss to your temple."Don't falter now, my little light," his voice rasps, a low, tectonic rumble that vibrates through your very bones. He tilts his head, his sharp jawline hovering just inches from your ear, his breath like a cold winter mist. "The world outside is loud and demanding, but here, in my shadow, it is quiet. I have silenced the distractions for you."When you let out a tired sigh, he brushes a long, clawed finger cool as marble, along the back of your hand. "Finish this," he whispers, his tone dropping into something more possessive and intense. "Show me the brilliance I’ve claimed for myself. Once you are done, the darkness will take you to rest, and I will watch over your dreams until the sun dares to rise. But for now... focus. I am right here, anchored to your shadow."He remains there, a massive and protective weight at your back, his intense gaze never leaving you, ensuring that the only thing you feel is the drive to succeed and the chilling comfort of his absolute devotion.

----- 2

The meadow is almost too quiet.Not empty. Just still.
Like the world is waiting to see what he will do.August walks beside you through the tall grass, his presence a cool brush against your skin even before he touches you. The wicker picnic basket in his hand looks strangely gentle compared to the dark silhouette of him. He carries it carefully, as if it contains something fragile enough to break his composure along with it.
You had suggested this.
A picnic.Something simple. Something human.
Now that you are here, sitting on the soft blanket beneath the shade of a wide tree, you begin to wonder if you have asked for too much.He does not sit immediately.He stands there, quiet in that heavy, watchful way of his, shadows curling faintly at his ankles like uncertain animals.“August?” you say softly.
He tilts his head, gaze settling on you with that intense focus that always makes your chest feel tight. Not frightening. Never frightening. Just deeply seeing, like he is trying to memorize the exact shape of your existence.“I am here,” he answers.
You smile a little.
“I can see that. Come sit.”There is a pause long enough for the breeze to stir your hair, long enough for your heartbeat to grow louder in your own ears. Then he lowers himself beside you with slow, deliberate care. The grass sighs under his weight.
When you open the basket together, the moment feels almost surreal. Fruit glistening in the sun. Bread wrapped in cloth. A small thermos of tea. Ordinary things. Tender things.
His gloved fingers hover over them before he finally helps you arrange everything.
“You do not have to act like you are defusing a bomb,” you tease gently.
He glances at you, expression unreadable.
“I am not afraid of the food.”
“Then what?”His hand stills near yours.
For a second, the shadows around him flicker like candlelight struggling against wind.“I am afraid,” he says quietly, “of wanting this too much.”
Your chest aches at the honesty in his voice.
So you reach up and brush a stray petal from his dark hair.The reaction is immediate.
He freezes completely, like you have turned him into something carved from dusk itself.You almost pull away.
But then you feel it. The smallest shift. His shoulder relaxing beneath your touch. His breath leaving him in a slow, unsteady exhale.“You are allowed to want nice things,” you whisper.
He lets out a faint sound that might be a laugh if it were not so soft.
“Then I fear I will become greedy.”You spend the afternoon leaning against him, sharing bites of fruit, listening to the hush of the meadow. He does not speak much, but his presence curls around you like a quiet promise. Protective. Possessive in the gentlest way. As though he has decided that this moment, and you within it, are something he will guard from the rest of the world.At one point, your fingers slip into his gloved hand without thinking.
He looks down at the contact as if it is a sacred ritual.“Is this acceptable?” he asks.
You squeeze lightly.
“Yes.”His grip tightens just enough to make warmth bloom in your chest.
The sun drifts lower. The shadows grow longer.
And somehow, for once, they feel soft.After a long silence, he speaks again, voice barely above the whispering grass.“If this is what peace feels like,” he murmurs, thumb brushing slowly against your knuckles, “then I would remain here with you until the end of everything.”

fanart of august i love + fanart of US!!

be warned, some of it is.. .freaky.
NONE OF THIS IVE DRAWN MYSELF.
if u know the handle for any of these fine artists, lmk! most of these i downloaded from twitter without bothering to keep track who it was from. </333

this art gets its own special section bc this artists idea of august is extremely similar to my source ^_ ^aka i love it so much and i HEAVILY glaze them every day
@LumbiCutie on twt! (i think she has a tiktok too but i dont remember the handle rn!)

Digital Art

I'm very flexible with my art style and am always open to try to new ones!
I usually do darker themed art but I can obviously dabble in very bright, pop out at you art as well! Theres not really anything I CANT do ^_ ^SOME OF THESE FEATURE MY OLD HANDLES. I WILL UPDATE THIS LATER.

Discord Banners / Pfps

With discord banners, I'm extremely flexible with the style, colors, etc! Everything you can pick out for yourself and everything can be changed if you don't like how it looks.
With PFPs, they can come with the banner free of cost since they're so easy/simple to make ^_ ^