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drawing other planets with life from cartoons,movies ,books,comics ( even planet oc)

so far only three are done

BUT I'm only showing two

PANDORA AND THE MIDDLE EARTH

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reverse batfam au

Stephanie:

she's in her hero get up ,do not ask why I don't know

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my reverse batfam au

Richard's design :

Shut up I can't draw very well ,leave my gacha style alone

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I'm really bored, my ao3 is down so obviously my motivation comes back and now I need to wright my own version of a reverse batfam au

-1.Alfred = same》63 [agent A]

0.bruce = same》41 [batman]

2.Babs 》Duke 》25 [signal]

1.Dick 》dami》23 [Bat Boy》flame bird]

6.Cass 》tim》19 [Batboy》Drake]

3.Jay 》steph》19 [ Bat girl 》Spoiler]

5.Steph》jay 》18 [Bat-Boy》Redhood]

4.Tim 》cas 17 [Bat-girl》orphan/blackbat]

8.Duke 》babs》14 [oracle]

7.Dami 》dick》11 [robin]

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the only issue is how the hell do I start the fic ??????? And should it be a crossover , a react to/ meet or nah???

Lmao I'm literally just wrighting random sense in my phone notes app on vibes alone .help me.

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none toxic Zoey x Drew

can be seen as pre cannon or post cannon what ever floats your boat :^

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The first snowfall of the season blanketed the world outside Drew’s apartment, coating the streets and rooftops in pristine white. From the couch, Drew could barely see through the frosted window, his breath fogging the glass as he peered out at the snowflakes drifting down. He adjusted his oversized sweater, pulling the hem down over his fingers as the chill crept through the drafty old apartment.

“Drew, you’re going to freeze,” Zoey’s voice cut through the quiet. She stood by the stove, her peach-ish hair tied up in a messy bun. The aroma of hot chocolate filled the room as she stirred two mugs of the warm drink. “You always forget how drafty this place gets in the winter.”

“It’s not that bad,” Drew muttered, though his teeth chattered slightly as he turned away from the window.

Zoey rolled her eyes, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she walked over with the mugs. “Liar,” she teased, handing him one. She grabbed the edge of a fluffy blanket on the couch and tossed it over both of them before sitting down.

Drew wrapped his hands around the mug, letting the heat seep into his fingers. “Thanks, Zo.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the heater struggling to warm the small space. Zoey took a sip of her drink, glancing at Drew over the rim of her mug. He looked peaceful, for once. His usually furrowed brow was smooth, his brown eyes soft and distant as he stared out at the snow.

“Do you remember last year’s snowstorm?” Zoey asked, breaking the silence.

Drew chuckled, the sound low and warm. “How could I forget? We got stuck here for three days with no power.”

“You nearly lost it without your phone,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who insisted we stay up telling ghost stories like we were kids at a sleepover,” Drew shot back, his grin widening. “You couldn’t sleep for two nights.”

Zoey laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “It was fun, though. Admit it.”

“It was,” Drew admitted, his voice softer now. “I like it when it’s just us.”

Zoey didn’t say anything, but her smile deepened. She reached over to grab his free hand, their fingers intertwining under the blanket. Drew leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes for a moment. The warmth of her presence, the sound of her soft breathing—it was enough to make him forget about the cold entirely.

“You’re my favorite person, you know that?” Zoey said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew opened his eyes, tilting his head to look at her. The green glow of the star stickers on his ceiling reflected faintly in her eyes, making her look almost otherworldly. “You’re mine too,” he said simply.

Zoey kissed his cheek, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. “Good. Now let’s see how long it takes for us to get snowed in again.”

Drew laughed, the sound filling the small apartment with warmth. “As long as I’m stuck with you, I’ll survive.”

The snow continued to fall outside, but neither of them noticed anymore. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, they were safe, content, and exactly where they wanted to be.

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One oneshot of 6? I think?

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"Luna Know Best" Au by me

okay so a few friends of mine says I shouldn't be afraid to branch out , they said " their are people that would love to read your fics,trust me it's good not at all cringe" witch to I respond, " not cringe like your dsmp fanfictions on wattpad or the "english is not my first language " ao3 authors?" They stopped talking to me for a few hours after that :^ heh anyways I'm taking there advice, I really hope I don't regret it ;-:"

ANYWAYS!! onto the fic ...

Warnings : none yet as they are only mentioned in later chapters.

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CHAPTER 1

The first thing he noticed was the sound—a soft, rhythmic beeping that seemed both distant and insistent. It pulsed in time with the dull ache at the back of his skull, steady and unrelenting. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt weighted, sealed shut by weeks of darkness.

His fingers twitched, sluggish and weak, but the small movement sent a ripple of awareness through his body. He was alive. But where was he?

With immense effort, he forced her eyes open, only to be greeted by a flood of sterile white light. The brightness stung, and he blinked rapidly, his vision swimming until the shapes around him began to sharpen.

A pale ceiling loomed above. To his left, machines hummed and blinked, their displays filled with incomprehensible numbers and lines. Tubes trailed from his arms, tethering him to the machines like lifelines.

His throat burned, dry and raw as if he’d swallowed shards of glass. He tried to speak but only managed a faint rasp. Panic flickered in his chest.

The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped inside. She froze mid-step when she saw his eyes open, the clipboard in her hands clattering softly onto the counter.

“Oh my God,” the nurse whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You’re awake.”

Eliza’s brow furrowed, confusion clouding his thoughts. His voice came out in a hoarse croak. “Where… am I?”

“You’re at St. Mari’s Hospital,” the nurse said gently, hurrying to her side. “You’ve been in a coma for three weeks. Just stay calm—I’ll get the doctor.”

Before Eliza could ask more, the nurse disappeared out the door, leaving him alone with the beeping machines and the weight of his confusion.

His eyes drifted around the room. A small bouquet of wilted flowers sat on the table beside his bed, next to a card propped up against a vase. The words on the card blurred no matter how hard he tried to focus.

Minutes later, the door opened again. A doctor entered, followed closely by a boy who couldn’t have been older than eight . The boy hesitated just inside the room, clutching the doorframe as if it were the only thing holding him upright. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy, as though he’d cried himself to sleep for days on end.

The doctor stepped closer, flipping through a chart. “Mr. Tiên,” he began in a calm, practiced tone. “It’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling?”

“Confused,” he admitted, his voice rasping. “What happened? Why am I here?”

The doctor hesitated, glancing at the boy before answering. “You were in an accident. A plane crash. You sustained serious injuries, including head trauma, which led to a coma. It’s not uncommon to experience memory loss or disorientation after something like this.

”“Memory loss?” The words tasted foreign on his tongue, heavy with dread.

The boy finally stepped forward, his small hands trembling. His lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Da- … do you know who I am?”

His heart twisted yet he didn't know why.

He searched his face, his gaze roaming over his tear-streaked cheeks, his quivering lips, the desperate hope in his eyes. Nothing about him was familiar, and the realization was like ice spreading through his veins.

“I…” His voice faltered. “I don’t…”

The boy’s face crumpled, and his breath hitched. He took another step closer, his words spilling out in a shaky rush. “I’m Luna. I’m your son.”

The room fell silent, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Eliza stared at him, his mind a swirling void, unable to reconcile the boy before him with the emptiness in his memory.

“I’m your son,” Luna repeated, his voice trembling as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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not good at drawing but I tried my best!!

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It's down for me too

good to know ,sorry 🙏 this is happening to you too 😕

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ao3 down again??? Or is my internet trash??

I was in the middle of editing the next chapter to my "Luna knows best" au when this happens ....iv tried reloading the page 15 times already .is it down????