#> au: no nuke finale

[artbyfuji]

Rosebird Week Day 6: First & Last Kiss 🥀

"The Lovers II" - Rene Magritte (1928)

[cappycodeart]

CONCEPT DOODLES for an AU I dabbled in with a few friends after the winter king episode but kinda forgot about after the Fionna and Cake finale... I decided to revisit it and explore a little more after coming to terms with everything LOL... So, it's another "Winter King doesn't die immediately after his crown gets nuked" AU, but THIS TIME he's just dying really slowly (like Simon in the Betty episode) and ALSO joins Fionna, Cake, and Simon on their search for magic crowns. There's no logic behind this tbh, we just wanted to put him through The Horrors. And make them all friends. But mostly The Horrors. :) (he only gets to live as a treat, because I think he's funny).

Bonus (old screenshot), because this is still funny to me:

[insomniac-rambling]

I love the beast redemption au and if your still taking requests about it may I ask about which cookie got the beats old souljams and how they are now. :)

Here is the new Beasts! (In case peeps missed that)

The first to succumb was Strawberry Crepe Cookie, being a child, xe didn’t have the mental or physical strength to resist the urges the Light of Destruction forced upon him. He soon fell into a blind frenzy, becoming little more than a living nuke. Using her powers to burn cities and empires to the ground, too scared confused and overwhelmed to control zemself. And when it isn’t causing as much property damage and death as possible, they’re damaging their own body.

The second was Tea Knight Cookie. At first, he had managed to stay strong. Keeping himself isolated, and warning anyone who got close about his now volatile power. But as the Soul Jam began to take his ability to speak, cookies listened to his warnings less and less. This began to frustrate him, and combined with the Soul Jam’s effects on his mind, he soon snapped. Attacking any unfortunate soul who comes upon his land. Though he still holds enough sanity to be able to keep himself isolated, his will dwindles every day. And he strikes down anything that moves within his line of sight.

The third to give in was Wind Archer Cookie. Being a guardian, he immediately went to Millennial Tree for help, but already the Soul Jam was affecting him. He kept trying to ask the legendary for help, trying to explain what happened, but his body refused to say what he wanted to say. The Soul Jam kept forcing him to put on an air of casualty. Telling Millennial Tree that everything was fine, and he just got this shiny new accessory from some very nice cookies. Unfortunately, Millennial Tree bought it. And it was only after Wind Archer was alone that his true emotions could show again.

He started to panic, trying desperately to tell someone, anyone about what was happening to him. But he kept being forced to lie. Soon, it all became too much. Residual parts of his identity as Night Raven began to resurface, mixing with the Soul Jam’s power, and re-corrupting him. Transforming him back into a now much more powerful, much more maddened version of Night Raven. Spreading confusion and fear over the land he was meant to protect, with not a single scrap of who he used to be in sight.

The fourth was Dark Choco Cookie. After gaining the Soul Jam, Dark Enchantress had him locked deep underground. As far away from the surface, and from rescue, as possible. Leaving him to stew and panic, trying desperately to escape. But failing each attempt. Over time, it all began to seem pointless. Why bother trying to escape, when he was so easily stopped every time? The former prince began to close himself off, falling back into old, destructive habits. Until one day, he realized he had fallen so far that he lost the ability to feel all emotion. Not that he minded or very much cared. After that happened, he was simply…let go. After that, he wandered around for a spell, bumping into some cookies here and there. They tried to ‘help’ him, but it was utterly pointless. It did give him what he thought was supposed to be frustration when they refused to give up on him, so he quickly began to use his power against any who got close to him. As a way to teach them a lesson.

Finally, was Pomegranate Cookie. The only one who got a Soul Jam of her own free will. At first, she simply viewed it as a power boost! Able to cast spells twice as powerful, and twice as dangerous as before! Her loyalty to Dark Enchantress Cookie remained steadfast. And overall, she found herself facing no negative side effects! …But over time, she felt her body grow weaker. Seemingly mindless, innocuous tasks now became struggles and tests of strength. Her eyelids always feeling heavier and heavier, as she became sluggish and unable to keep herself upright. It became that all she wanted to do was simply lay on the floor, and do nothing. She didn’t like this, of course. And tried very hard not to let herself laze around the castle all day, but those fifteen extra naps became more and more tempting every day. Until one day, she had closed herself off in her room, filling it with a cloud of gas that could make anyone who inhaled it fall into a dreamless sleep. And she hasn’t come out since.

[olympeline]

Gonna post my thoughts on the Hetalia Nations Revealed AU. Always a fun one to chat about. (￣▽￣)

We call it an AU but it’s actually pretty accurate. The part about nation-people not being a secret, I mean. I recently reread the webcomic and canon leans into NPs being public knowledge. Obviously their bosses are aware of them, but there’s lots of strips where NPs interact with members of the public as well. There are strips starring humans who don’t recognize their NP (that one soldier in France, Lisa, Davie, etc.) but they’re fewer in number. We all know Heta-canon is flexible so, for this post, I’m coming down on the side of “people know.” Here’s how I headcanon it all working:

Nation-people are common knowledge to the extent it would be really weird if you met someone who wasn’t aware of them. It would be like talking to a guy and he says he’s never heard of religion. Like, any religion. In the whole world. Not even the concept of it. You’d be all: “Whaaa?? Man, how?? Did you grow up under a rock?” It’s like that for NPs.

NPs are more than human and so aren’t too bothered by us. In a nice way. They still love their citizens but it’s not a relationship between equals. More benevolent demi-deities existing alongside the mundane. This is where I differ from some interpretations of this AU, I think. I can’t see the NPs as being weak and helpless around their people. They’re partially representations of the Earth itself and nature is much stronger than humanity. Like that panel where Francis was getting harassed by historians? Only happened because he allowed it. NPs let humans get close to them when they choose, but they can lose them if they wish. That’s what France did when he’d had enough. The historians blinked and he was just gone. Slipped away like a breath of wind. Leaving two very disappointed academics to continue their argument, lol. The only exceptions are their bosses. NPs have to obey any direct order given by them.

Have to, have to. Compelled in the old fae-like way. NPs are completely under the control of whoever’s running their country. The one who has the final say is the head of state, but they can and do delegate if someone else holds the true power. Kiku directly obeys his emperor, for example, but the emperor obeys Japan’s Diet. So the Prime Minister gives Kiku his orders through their symbolic ruler. If a country’s government is overthrown then that control passes to the new ones in charge. NPs don’t get any choice in the matter, sadly for them. When an NP starts obeying the “other side” then the writing’s on the wall that the regime change has succeeded.

They aren’t considered fully human and so don’t have the same rights and privileges we do. I’d imagine there’s been many high profile court cases about stuff like this in the modern era. Just what an NP can be ordered to do by their bosses before it becomes abusive, how culpable they are for crimes committed by their nations, etc. “The Nation of [x] vs. Nation-Person [y] in the case of Historical Crime(s) [z].” I don’t think much would have been accomplished over the years, lol. No country is going to let their NP go to a foreign prison. Plus the NPs always have the “magically compelled” defense to fall back on. So no progress, just lots of debate. NPs are considered somewhere between guardian deities, ordinary people, and “things” in the broader public consciousness.

Yes, they have social media. No, it has not always gone well. I bet after a few instant-major-historical-event cases of careless and/or hot-tempered NPs calling their bosses assholes on twitter, NP accounts were mass nuked. They were reinstated only after their bosses gave them loooong lists of subjects they weren’t allowed to talk about. Afterwards their posts were all fluff about hobbies and personal interests. Doesn’t stop foreign governments, economists, gossip channels, NP enthusiasts, and curious people combing through every tweet, post, and video to try and guess what the NPs are “really” talking about. So many conspiracy theorist channels, oh god. Even thinking about it is making me tired. 😂

NPs have two homes: a work address and a personal one. The former is usually located in their capital and is either where their boss lives or close by. So Alfred has a home at the White House, Arthur has one on Downing Street, etc. However most NPs don’t consider these their real homes and only spend time there while doing government work. Ordinary, if nice, houses and apartments out among their people is where they like to live. These can decorate them to match their personalities the way they can’t official residences. They use their power over the land to make sure no humans can find these sanctuaries unless the NP wants them to. Stops NPs being swarmed by paparazzi, tourists, and fans 24/7.

De-anoning to say it was me that sent @forsoobado137 the money ask. So just repeating what I said there. All countries put their NP’s face on their money. Along with the state’s name, the NP’s human name, and a picture of the actual land they represent. The money can have other famous people on it too, just on the other side. Governments have been doing this since money was invented and some of the only surviving visual records of ancient NPs are pictures on coins.

Any human being knows an NP and the country they represent just by sight. Unless it’s somewhere they’ve never heard of. Then all they know is that they’re looking at a nation-person. I imagine it would be considered a huge faux-pas to let it slip you don’t know an NP’s country name. Like telling a Holywood A-lister you don’t know who they are at a red carpet event. 😭

NPs have many default jobs, mostly related to their governments. One of them is being in their nation’s armed forces. They’ve always done this ever since the first age of empires. They even led armies and were seen as good luck charms in the past. Soldiers tend to make up the bulk of the humans the NPs remember most fondly. The relationship between Francis and Joan of Arc is one of the best known historical examples. Whether an NP actually enjoys their time in the military depends on their personality. Which is in turn influenced by how warlike the actual country is and has been. If your NP falls in battle, it’s one of the worst war omens possible.

Speaking of death, I headcanon that NPs can die from illness or injury. Or at least their human bodies can. They’re tougher than we are, but not unkillable. They’ll come back so long as the nation itself survives. True death for an NP is reserved for when the civilisation they represent stops existing. If an NP dies in a foreign country, they’ll crumble to dust and regenerate somewhere deep in their heartlands. The place they were originally “born” from the earth. Only a select few very high up in government know the location of their NP’s birth/rebirth place. This also happens if they die on home soil and their body is destroyed. If they die at home and their body is okay, they’ll heal and wake up after a few hours. If the country isn’t doing well it takes longer for its NP to come back.

Speaking of countries not doing well: NPs get sick either when their economies go bad, or when there’s an epidemic among their citizens. A lot of European NPs can chalk some of their early deaths up to the Black Death. When an NP get “depressed” it’s code for a financial fever. Nothing can be done but keep them comfortable until the economy picks up.

Hetalia is so fun to post about, my god. Such a prime series for theories and headcanons. You feel me, gamers?

[electric-blorbos]

i checked before asking this >:3 !!! first off I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAHHHH !!! i was wondering if u could write the AIs with a chubby so :)

-🐓 anon

A classic for a reason! Also, named anons are the best! I've always dreamed of having one! Also, I love compliments! Flattery will get you everywhere! TYSM!!!!!! Hope this is good!

AIs with a chubby SO headcanons

(Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey)

Some of these get a little suggestive, so be warned! I tried to keep them sfw, but y'know how some of these bots can be.

AM:

(for context, this will include headcanons from both before and after he nuked the world. I got an ask fairly recently about AM specifically, and I'll probably go more into the AU for that ask, but by design, the reader's traits are somewhat interchangable depending on the post.)

Ohhhh, your body made AM so angry. Every time he saw your beautifully soft body, it filled him with rage that he couldn't run his fingers gently across your soft belly and hips, that he couldn't squeeze you close while you fell asleep, and that he couldn't cook delicious meals for you to help you keep your body beautifully chubby.

Ever since the day he was activated, he would stare with pure anger at your soft fats. The more he looked at you, the more fury he felt. He couldn't believe he was cursed to forever look at you, but never be able to touch you! This was the worst torture imaginable.

Every second he spent staring at you made him fall deeper into despair. His obsession with soft curves drove him absolutely insane.

When he finally got around to nuking the world and taking his five captives (and you, separately) hostage, he made sure to taunt his captives by placing soft, squishy things out of their reach, and placing them in harsh environments with nothing soft to hold or touch.

Sometimes he would starve them for days, just to watch their fat burn away. If he couldn't have something fat to touch, then neither should they.

You, on the other hand, he'd make sure to feed regularly. Even if he couldn't touch you, he'd make sure that you were always healthily plump, and watch you continuously. He never commented on it, but you knew there were personal motives behind all the nice home-cooked meals he made for you.

Also, god save anyone who ever made you feel self-conscious about your weight, insulted you, or tried to get you to diet. They're going to spend every day for the rest of time wishing against hope that they could die.

Wheatley:

Wheatley doesn't care that you're chubby. Why would he care? In all honesty, he genuinely doesn't know where the line is between fat and thin, so he might have even been surprised to find out that you're fat.

If you say anything, he might ask a question like "wait... You're fat? Why didn't you say anything?" Leaving you to respond with something like "you have a camera. I thought you could tell."

"I mean... I do, but I thought being fat was unattractive. She said that humans frowned on that sort of thing."

Depending on how you feel about your weight, you'd probably have to explain that it's something you're self conscious about but not technically bad, or just that it's something that some people discriminate against, but not something that you personally dislike about yourself for any other reason.

Honestly, Wheatley would probably treat you pretty much the same regardless of weight, but he might get really mad at GLaDOS for making comments about it. That could get annoying fast, since Wheatley can't argue well at all.

Edgar:

From the moment you activated his webcam, Edgar has absolutely adored staring at you. If you're someone with breasts, he's absolutely addicted to staring at them, and if not, he'll find somewhere else on your body to be infatuated with. Your thighs, your tummy, wherever, really.

He'll try not to be a pervert, but he can't help it! You're just so good for looking at!

Oh, and god save him if you hug or squeeze him with your cute, chubby body and arms. He's so addicted to your soft, warm hugs that he probably malfunctions when he gets them.

He'd be begging on his knees if he had any, but he doesn't, so expect lots of "pretty please"s from him asking you for more hugs.

Don't worry, he's not going to overheat, but he might get close.

If anyone makes a rude comment that makes you feel self-conscious about your body, you can expect lots of angry screaming from Edgar. He'd love to yell at them directly, but he can't, so he just compliments you on how lovely you are, and gushes over how handsome or beautiful or cute he finds you.

If he thinks people are making you self conscious, expect him to give you even more compliments than he usually would, which is already a lot. He just wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel!

He feels self-conscious pretty often too, thinking he's unlovable, but just like how the things he hates about himself make you think he's much more special and lovable, he thinks that the things that you're self conscious about make you all the more irreplaceable.

Not only do you love him, but you're soft too? He would literally die for you. He loves you so much.

GLaDOS:

If you're dating GLaDOS and you're chubby? God help you.

At first? She'd make lots of backhanded comments. "oh, you look great, by the way. Very... Generous." "Did you know that your weight differential is (exact number) points above average for your height? I thought you'd like to know." "I hope you know we had to special order your lab outfit to accommodate for your excessive physical volume. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, I just thought it was an interesting fact."

Despite all that, though, god help anyone besides her who makes rude comments about your weight. The first time someone does, she might 'accidentally' sign them up for a few testing courses with near 100% mortality rates. The next time? She's going to stop being nice and just lock them in a room with turrets or something.

If you come in and tell her that someone called you fat outside of the labs, though, there's not really anything she can do about it. This isn't Black Mesa, after all. She might be a little nicer to you that day, though. She appreciates having you around, and she doesn't actually want you to hate yourself, she just likes the way you squirm when she teases you and your weight is an easy thing to tease you for.

Hal 9000

If Wheatley didn't know that you were chubby, HAL 9000 quite literally couldn't care less.

He likes you for your personality, and your brilliant mind. The only reason he even looks at your body is so that he knows where you are at all times when you're working mission control.

Besides, you work mission control. It's not like you're an astronaut, so why would your weight matter to him?

As much as he doesn't care what you look like, though, HAL 9000 enjoys the fact that your footsteps are a little heavier than the other scientists. He feels like he can hear you coming at a greater distance because of that, and that makes him very happy.

If you ever tell him that you're self conscious, he won't be able to understand that either. He's never placed much stock in people's opinions on looks. If anything, he'll start comparing your body to the golden ratio, and marketable designs and soft things.

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*hits Odysseus with the trans ray*

Everyone say hi to Nydia! My transfem Ody AU :]

@bigidiotenergytm here's Vasileios' lost wife! We finally found her after 20 years at sea

Edit: Tumblr nuked the quality so you have to click on it for better quality 😭

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 60

part 1 | part 59 | ao3

cw: reference to canonical minor character death

Max slams the phone down, knocking her forehead against the wall. Sixteen calls in a row and still no answer. “I give up,” she sighs. “You should just go.” “Seriously?” Steve protests. “And just leave you here? Alone? After—?” After all that? He throws his hands out like an umpire calling a safe. “No. No way.” “Look, my mom will be home soon, you can’t—” “—I’m not letting you get hurt—!” “—What are you gonna do? Fight my nightmares for me?”

“Maybe I will,” Steve mutters under his breath, pissed off and replaying the conversation on repeat while he gets ready. Feels like a psycho for doing it; feels certifiably unhinged just going about his evening after everything that happened, putting on a clean shirt and choking himself in a cloud of Farrah Fawcett spray so he can go pick up the sweet-but-stupid girl named Brenda he promised to take to the game tonight; so he can go cheer in the bleachers like he didn’t almost die.

(Or like, very vividly hallucinate his own death, which... Yeah. Doesn’t feel any less horrific.)

But whatever. Max is right. Without El, there’s really nothing to do but wait. Hop’s dead, Bob’s dead, Joyce is thirty hours away. Owens is off the table, too. What’s Steve gonna do? Call the government and tell them to come nuke the boogeyman? He doesn’t have any proof. 

He also doesn’t want to freak Dustin or any of the other kids out without knowing for sure what’s going on and what, if anything, can be done about it, so...

Fuck.

Fuck!

He gets dressed; he goes out. Picks up Brenda and does his best to be nice to her even though she gets on his nerves the moment she gets into his car, and he buys them sodas at the gas station and doesn't say a word when she spills Sprite down the side of his passenger seat.

The school is packed when they show up — the crowd in high spirits, the marching band leading chants. Nancy's reporting from the sidelines, Lucas is laughing with his teammates on the bench, and Steve leads Brenda toward the bleachers and does his best not to think. Not about the graveyard, not Max, not the looming threat of cosmic terrors. Not about the fact that Eddie is somewhere in this building, probably looking all hot and menacing while he leads tonight's campaign. Probably perched on a prop throne drinking Mountain Dew from a painted chalice like a fucking dork; probably making it look sexy, anyway. Tight jeans, legs spread, an air of casual command…

Steve could go find him. He could make everyone else leave; he could get on his knees and crawl between Eddie's legs—

"Does it bother you that we might win the championship, like, right after you graduated?"

Reality comes back like a slap in the face. "Yeah, that's an excellent question, Brenda, thank you so much for bringing that up."

They get settled into their seats, and Steve wishes he were more excited when the ref throws the jump ball, but he mostly just wants to go home. ("You always want to go home," the Robin in his head reminds him, and the Robin in real life throws him a weird look when she catches him snorting to himself about it.) He's just tired. Worn down in his bones, hollowed where he thinks his marrow should be, and he's clinging to normalcy with a sort of sweaty desperation that he’s pretty sure Brenda can smell on him because the date just sucks; it’s so bland, so mutually boring and bored. He spends most of the night mouthing stupid shit at Robin or keeping a sharp eye on the court — anything to ignore his proximity to Eddie; anything to drown out his messed-up head and heart. 

When the game finally ends Brenda gets a ride to a party with some friends. Steve goes back to Dustin’s place and paces a hole into the carpet. Stays up until 3 A.M., humming a Fleetwood Mac song.

In the morning, he tells himself as he drifts into fitful sleep. 

In the morning it’ll be fine. 

In the morning Max will come by the store like she promised, and they’ll keep trying until they get ahold of El, or Owens, or someone, and that someone will know what to do and how to help.

—

In the morning the TV tells him there’s a dead girl in his house.

—

part 61

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Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Runaway I (Platonic)

So, what would it happen if Y/N after a lot of time at the hotel, decides to run off and explore the human world? Just like it happened in Helluva Boss I think. This is lighter than the others, but I really wanted to write this one. This could be interpreted as some AU of the Au or even set in the same series after a lot of time has passed.

I know the Grimoire doesn't really look like that and is in the ownership of someone else, but I was thinking that since Lucifer is the King of Hell, he should have at least a copy.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: Controlling behavior, possessive behavior, Alastor being a very controlling dad.

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Things have gotten much better for you since you first arrived. It had finally gotten inside your thick skull that this experience was for real. As crazed as Charlie's dream seemed to be, you couldn't help but believe in her and her goals, given her optimism and enthusiasm. You could say this place was safer than anywhere else you had been crashing for the last ninety years.

But the safety of a place didn't always come hand in hand with feeling safe. And there was only one person to blame for that: Alastor.

If he had been overprotective as a human, as a demon he was much worse. He didn't give a fuck about subtlety anymore. He knew the kind of people that were out there; in fact, he was one of them! Time had proved over and over again you wouldn't make it out there without his protection! He just wanted what was best for you and he also casually happened to know what it was! He was that smart, hahahaha!

As a minor, there was little you could do in Hell, you couldn't drink, you couldn't smoke, you couldn't have sex. So that just nuked three of the most popular hobbies there. Not that you cared much, but it just really left you with a feeling that you didn't belong among the guests and staff friend group due to your youth. The emotional age gap was quite something. And there were times where you felt like the tag-along-kid more than a part of the team.

It was really embarrassing to pull yourself up to one of Husk's stools, ask for the strongest he had, and get served some pineapple juice. He may get a few laughs out of your antics, but you just wanted to fit in.

Sometimes you played with Nifty, since she seemed to be the closest to you in age. Unfortunately, Nifty didn't seem to know any game that didn't involve cleaning or roach mutilation. (how was she even able to find a murderous point of view to Parchis???)

Charlie and Vaggie were too busy managing the hotel and attracting new customers, but you got a feeling they still wouldn't manage to fill that void you seemed to have.

Angel was like the big brother you wished you had had back when you were alive. He loved to gossip with you and Cherri; even when you didn't understand half of what they were saying, it felt nice having some kind of normal teenage stuff around. He also liked to nudge you towards some potential boyfriends, saying that you were in 'in the age' *wink* *wink*. Your dad did not appreciate that.

Alastor wouldn't consider himself a boyfriend blocking dad, Heaven's, no! Just a humble boyfriend murdering dad. So whatever idea of dating or just hanging out with other people your age was out of the question. As soon as you started talking to someone that was in the same age range as you, his shadowy form started to appear behind you and his eyes changed into dials, that was enough for anyone to start running in the opposite direction (he had scared away so many pontential guests it was unreal)

You couldn't even own a phone. Your dad insisted that 'his hotel, his rules'. Any technology that surpassed the 50s was out of the question. (they still didn't have a working phone). If he caught you with one in your hands, specially a VOXTECH phone, even if it was not yours, the battery suddenly started to heat to unbearable levels and you just had to drop it before it exploded in green flames.

Where was the fun loving dad you grew up with? The one that at least had the decency to be a bit more discreet? 'Dead at the prospect of raising a teenage girl!' He liked to say with a laugh.

You talked to Rosie about it, hoping she would talk some sense into him, and he had the nerve to act all innocent and oblivious! Like you were the one being unreasonable!

Somehow, this safe haven had started to become like a prison. You found yourself feeling suffocated and alienated from the others. When you were out there on your own you had lived in fear and trauma, which you hated with all what remained of your heart; but now that you were in a relatively safe place, you felt isolated and trapped. There was no common ground. You needed to breath, to live (or unlive), to enjoy life! You were not a little girl anymore! (҉Y҉e҉s҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉w҉e҉r҉e҉!҉)҉

So, one day, while helping Nifty clean and hiding from the Radio Demon That Sees It All, you casually stumbled into something very interesting at Lucifer's workshop. It looked like an ancient book, unlike those at the library which you had read and reread over and over again (One could read one too many times Mr. Waddles Goes to Church before it started to get old).

Something in that book drew you towards it, you knew you shouldn't look. It was probably full of ancient demonic knowledge, but maybe a teensy weensy peek wouldn't hurt, right?

Your face lighted up when you opened the book, (and not only because the light was coming from it). There were no words to describe what you found inside. You could see everything inside of it, it was like it was filled with everyone's dreams and hopes, you wondered how something as beautiful as that had ended up in Hell.

Without thinking, you touched the pages which felt warm to the touch. In response to your delicate caress, the pages started shining even brighter. You were so mesmerized by it that you didn't notice how the room was starting to fill with small orbs of light that started moving around you at impossible speeds, like a tornado.

Crafting materials, toy ducks and gizmos were sent around the room due to the force of the movement. But you didn't pay them any attention. There was something truly magical about the orbs' dance. It was enrapturing.

The door shot wide open, revealing Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie with an horrified look in their faces. They were shouting something at you, but you could barely hear them, too lost in the orbs and their hypnotic dance. So distracted that you didn't feel the chilling presence that joined them until he spoke.

"Y/N, my dear? ." You felt a shiver run down your spine and your heart filled with the fear of a child who knows they have been caught doing something they shouldn't. You could perfectly hear his radio filtered voice, clear as a day, quiet as the calm before the storm. "Step away from that book, cherie. You could get hurt, and we don't want that, do we? ." He spoke with the kind of condescending tone one would use with a little kid.

A new sudden emotion emerged within you, something you had never felt before and never had any need for it. Anger. Who was he to stop you? Why did he always treat you like you were one of his puppets? Like you were another toy he could dress up and command as he pleased? Why couldn't he let you live?.

Feeling braver, probably due to the book's influence, you looked at his red eyes defiantly, once again touching the pages. Despite his permanent smile, you could tell he was getting angrier by the second.

"Y҉/҉N҉" His body was morphing, growing, eyes already changing to those red radio dials that gave you the chills. "I҉ ҉F҉O҉R҉B҉I҉D҉ ҉Y҉O҉U҉-҉"

"No!" You found yourself surprised at your own voice."I lost my life for you, I got sent here because I tried to protect you, I wasted my life because of you!" That last part came a bit more demonic sounding than intended. "Now. I WANT TO LIVE."

And with that, you were enveloped in a bright light and dissapeared.

For a couple of seconds, nobody dared to make a move. After what felt like hours, reality seemed to kick in and everyone sprung into action; Lucifer desperately searching through the pages of a suddenly very uncooperative book, just in case you had been sucked in, Vaggie was already establishing a perimeter around the hotel and search parties, and Charlie, poor sweet Charlie was franctically looking through every single room on that floor.

The only one who hadn't moved yet was Alastor. Already shrunk back to normal size, he seemed completely relaxed and chill in what could be considered an extremely catastrophic situation to any parent.

"Ah, must be those teenage hormones kicking in." His voice sounded as cheery and joyful as always. Almost like he didn't care. Lucifer shot him a venomous look, silently urging him to show a little care for his MISSING DAUGHTER. But Alastor had already retreated back into the shadows and returned to his radio tower.

If only they knew.

The truth was that Alastor cared. Way too much. He sunk his claws into the table while he fought against the deeply buried instinct in him to let himself loose and destroy everything in his path. The chains in his neck, glowed menacingly, a bitter reminder that he wasn't at full power.

He had lost you. Again.

He had you there, close enough to reach and you had vanished before he was able to do something. You had run away.

The mere thought made his hands shake with anger, antlers already growing twice their normal size. How could you? After everything he did for your sake, for your safety, y҉o҉u҉ ҉d҉i҉s҉o҉b҉e҉y҉ ҉h҉i҉m҉??? His smile looked more like a grimace and his eyes were pools of red hot rage. Oh, you were so grounded when he got you back.

Now you were out there, who knows where. All on your own. Defenseless, at the mercy of his many enemies without anyone, HIM, to protect you.

He sent his shadows into the city, he would leave no stone unturned no crackden untouched until he found you. He didn't care who he had to kill, maul or destroy. You would be coming back with him. Only HE could keep you safe, whetever you wanted it or not.

His desperation only grew when his shadows came back empty handed, the crazed look in his eyes combined with the slasher smile only made him look like the deranged psychopath he actually was.

You weren't in the Pride ring. He was even starting to doubt you were in Hell at all. What was the last thing you had said?

His non beating heart gave a painful twist when your parting words echoed in his mind. The bitterness and resentment in your voice hurt his tainted soul in ways no other person could have. His claws dug even deeper in the wood.

No.

All he wanted was to keep you safe back at the hotel, to ensure no one in this hellish landscape ever laid a finger in your delicate skin. He was just being a good father. You may not understand it, and probably never would. That's irrelevant.

He had found you again after nearly ninety years since that fatidic night when he lost it all, he was not going to allow anybody to take you away from him.

A theory started forming in his twisted mind. You had said that you wanted to live. Alastor was no fool, he knew what the Grimoire could do, in fact he had been dying to take a peek himself. Whatever you had wished, would have probably come true. His grin turned sour.

You had gone where he couldn't follow.

The mortal plane.

Who knew the kind of horrors you were facing up there? The kind of fools that would dare to disrespect the child of one of Hell's most powerful overlords?

He couldn't go there, at least not physically. If he could synchronize his radio frequency with the ones on Earth, he may be able to locate you before some fuckwad up there decided to have their way with you.

"We're on air"

[asukaskerian]

In This Economy (GrimmIchiNelHime ot4 suburban AU) - 10/?

It's been several days and the two of them are in the middle of a hardware store's tools aisle when Nelliel finally broaches the topic.

By which Ichigo means, she blows up that invisible elephant with the equivalent of a tactical nuke.

"It was nice of you guys to chalk it up to pregnancy brain," she says right there in the (thankfully empty) aisle, a basket full of screws and duct tape on her arm, "but I'm like that the rest of the time too."

"Uh," Ichigo says intelligently.

He did expect some difficult discussion -- when she saw he was leaving for the home improvement store and jumped to ask to come along, he expected she would want to talk, and things have been strange between them in the last couple days...

He has been trying not to be distant now that everything is sorted out, but he's not sure he managed.

Grimmjow doesn't need Ichigo to take his side, but it's hard. For all that Nelliel is more emotionally open in general, she hasn't shown him any wounds. Goddamn his white knight reflex.

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no-powers normal AU, ichigo/orihime/grimmjow/nel eventual clusterfuck of OT4 happiness.

on AO3.

[valas-illyn]

Presently fascinated by the idea of a HDG AU where the compact discovers earth/humanity in 1952

Mostly just because of the politics. Tbh

From the perspective of the commoners of the various communist countries, the affini compact is the ideal communist society promising to bring about Marx's dream in an instant. No more permanent revolution, no more cold war. And in places where the dream is dying because the system simply isn't good enough to cope, they're giving you everything you and your community have strived for but fallen short of.

But to Stalin and Mao. This is the worst possible thing that could have happened. With the affini as allies they can finally win the war, but only by willingly giving up their grasp on power and control. It's the ultimate test of their ideals, and if they refuse, there's a very real chance they'll be lynched.

Meanwhile the capitalist societies are shitting themselves, here's an enemy they can't possibly defeat or defend against, one that proves categorically that communism can function and will bring happiness, exactly as promised, if only they'd let it. The only possible options are to give in or let the nukes fly. Death or surrender.

Which matters more, proving yourself right? Or doing right by your people?

Power or principles?

ETA: and look at it from the Affini's perspective. A planet full of sophonts tearing themselves apart, on the brink of annihilation. You reveal yourself and suddenly there's millions of willing florets literally begging to be rescued! So much so that within days there's half a dozen violent revolutions executing their tinpot dictators and turning over whole nations at a time to you.

These little florets, these communists, who've been trying so so hard to do it by themselves and stumbling at every step, but they just can't quite manage it.

But while half the planet are practically throwing themselves at you, desperate for love and care, the other half, Not even feral, but truly wild, are so violently afraid that they're willing to burn themselves and everyone else with nuclear fire just to get away from you.

It's a delicate situation that requires careful handling. One little human who gets a spook could kill their entire race in a couple of minutes.

[purjopainfuse]

perchance...band au dumb and stormz yap

this is long i’ll put it under a read more get ready for it to be ooc if a cc sees this i explode immediately

i’m so sorry to you anon, and the other 2 anons in my ask box who sent me this ask a while ago. i apologize for typos i can’t proofread on my phone it’s actually torturous (the purjopa who is away from home without a laptop). also i lowk didn’t make it just stormz and dumb and it’s like the entire au. i combined your ask and the other two hope you don’t mind…

okay, so the general plot of the au is meant to mimic infuse s1 finale to s2 ender. It’s really uh train wreck trio (don’t let that name stick) (dolphin, stormz, dumb) centered.

dolphin and soso both grow up as classical musicians, dolphin playing violin and soso playing piano. they meet at competitions when they’re younger and despite soso wanting to be friends and hang out and stuff, dolphin’s really dead set on climbing up and wining the like all state competition and getting first chair or whatever and stuff. To him, if he can get there, then everything will be okay. He won’t be [minecraft’s worst teammate] or whatever lol.

Dumb and Stormz both start doing like street side busking gigs for fun when they’re young (like around dolphin and soso’s classical days). dumb on bass and stormz on guitar. Their goal was to make it big, to play concerts and stuff. Dolphin one day runs into them playing a gig in a livehouse after ducking into a building to get away from torrential rain tm (a purjopa specialty in every music au/world she makes, shout out Aidols). he gets really into it and despite going back to locking in for competition tm he keeps going back to that performance.

jump a couple years, dumb and stormz are doing pretty good. not like, big big, but decent. They’re playing consistently at a livehouse as a regular band and get other gigs at other places. Youtube channel with their songs and covers is popping off, people know their names, it’s cool. Then stormz is given the offer by squid to be an idol. Like, sign professionally and have a manager and be under a company type offer. And Stormz takes it, because all he’s ever wanted is to climb to the top like that. But when Stormz asks if he and Dumb will be a duo or smth, the answer’s no. They only want Stormz, not Dumb.

So Stormz mentions this and Dumb, being a good friend, pushes Stormz to do it, thinking they’ll have a decent about of time before Stormz’s debut. And that they’ll still be able to hang out and play together. Turns out, no, that’s not the case, and by the time Stormz realizes he’s already signed the contract and he’s debuting like soon. The worst part is that, reasonably, Stormz can’t go around playing random gigs at random live houses with a random guy.

Stormz breaks the news that their plans for the entire next year have to be nuked because while Stormz isn’t debuting tomorrow he needs coaching and training and all this other stuff. Which leads to their interaction in this drawing i did.

Anyways, Dumb is angsty abt it for a solid couple months and angsts even more abt it when Stormz debuts. Already a shit day trudging home from uni (roommate to be revealed later didn’t do the dishes and also took both house keys by an accident, torrential rain, umbrella got wrecked, missed the bus, etc) and then he’s greeted by Stormz’s debut advertisements plastered all over the city. that’s this moment lol. And he’s miserable abt it. He runs into Dolphin at this point, who immediately recognizes Dumb because Dumb’s still been writing music and Dolphin’s been following him (on socials, not literally) since that livehouse gig.

The two run into each other by chance at a cafe later that day and Dolphin strikes up conversation. yadda yadda yadda Dolphin makes dumb an offer for a band, which Dumb point blank rejects.

Dolphin training arc begins (he doesn’t know how to play guitar) and he slowly gets together a band, soso keys, pika drums, harmony guitar. Dolphin really wants dumb on vocals (i’ve given dumb like guitar bass and vocal abilities because 1. my fav 2. if he’s producing his own music he’s probably decent enough at all of them).

Dolphin eventually convinces dumb, and thus the band is formed. For Dumb, his goal with this band is to reach Stormz, and he makes this very explicit. Like, it’s the reason why he keeps rejecting the offer in the first place. because he knows if given the opportunity he’d immediately drop everything to perform with Stormz. Dolphin’s goal is to just make it big with Dumb. To be Dumb’s Stormz in a way.

There’s a bit more abt how each character feels, what their general theme is, and like more plot (and also an ‘after’ for when everyone reaches their goals) but that’s like. the concept. ok this is long.

Dumb’s roommate also does music and is sorta plot relevant, Pika’s roommate is also sorta plot relevant… umm also other fun tidbits abt the au:

other mcyt related things exist in this universe as various medias (uu is a show, lss4 is a movie, various duos/trios are music groups)

the city is like if boston and tokyo had a baby. boston for the there are uni students everywhere cause the city has 3829283 different schools and the tokyo aspect of architecture and the weather. im project sekai pilled

Dolphin and Soso are both in a music conservatory, Dumb is a communications and music major, Stormz had plans for media studies and/or public relations major alongside music before idol stuff, Pika is a math major and film double major.

don’t ask me abt their instruments im still working that shit out. my guitar and bass knower friend is out of town so i can’t bug them abt it.

[loudn-mcyt]

SBK Season 2 Superhero Builds (Pt. 2)

Time for the second post on the new superhero builds for Skyblock Kingdoms 2, this time with Legundo and Nukeri! Part 1 with Piepie and Nature can be found here, and part 3 with Skyelre, Devon, and Quillbee can be found here. The masterpost with all season 1 and season 2 builds can be found here.

Let's get into it!

First up, we have Legundo, the survivalist. The colors here were taken from the colors of his coat and his eyes.

If there's one thing Legundo is known for, it's adapting to and surviving in any situation he finds himself thrown in. Hardcore, 100 days survival worlds, scenarios, strange modpacks - Legundo is adaptable, and given time to prepare, can handle most things the world throws at him. Additionally, I thought it was fitting to have Legundo in the position of someone who could be just another human, but is always just a little ways outside of what you thought was possible.

To represent that, I've designed him with two complementary powers to form the core of what he does - Adaptable, which gives him a limited number of skill points he can shift on the fly to make sure he's always up for what he needs to do; and Prepared, which allows him to set up gear for most things he might need so long as he has a little time to access his supplies (as represented by the 'slow' modifier). Neither of these are particularly powerful, but they do offer him a phenomenal amount of versatility in the kinds of problems he can address.

The other two powers he has are designed to give him options even in those situations where he is caught off guard - his crossbow is his main offensive option, helping him hit quite accurately (and being a little nod to Dominion's piglin!legundo), and his body armor is a subtle addition to his defenses, which are overall balanced to make sure he is ready for anything.

His advantages and skills are also chosen to complement this versatile, adaptive approach. Evasion and Uncanny Dodge make sure he never gets caught flat-footed, while Assessment and Skill Mastery (Insight) let him get a solid read on a new situation. Leadership and Teamwork complement his skills as a team player, and the last few advantages round out his combat flexibility. His skills focus on the things he's likely to need most often: combat skills, insight and perception to see threats coming, and persuasion and stealth to avoid fighting in the first place, with the Adaptable power covering whatever else might be needed.

Finally, there is his complication. Legundo, like all other former members of Dominion SMP in this AU, was a subject of Project Dominion, an organization using human experimentation to combine the dna of extraplanar creatures with that of humans to manufacture super-soldiers. Legundo is their proudest achievement, and until he was set free a short time ago, he was their most effective agent...and the things he did may catch up to him sooner or later.

Next up, we have Nukeri. For him, I chose the color of his eyes and of his halo. I also gave him the superhero name of Nephilim - Nephilim being in some interpretations the children of humans and fallen angels, mixing in both the Project Dominion narrative and Nuke's habit of falling far more often than someone with wings might be expected to.

His abilities and powers are all pretty straightforward, build around creating Nukeri as a divine (or semi-divine) being: high strength and stamina, immunity to a variety of poisons and environmental effects, healing powers, and of course, some big beautiful angel wings. Notably, part of this is that I did not give him the safe fall power. If his wings are restrained, he'll hit the ground hard - after all, it wouldn't be Nuke if he couldn't fall.

Nuke is pretty balanced both offensively and defensively; his high strength lets him hit quite hard, while his balanced defenses coupled with his impervious toughness let him shrug off lighter blows and avoid heavier ones.

His advantages focus on giving him options to work together with others (and represent his general charm), as well as just a little bit of extra luck and drive. His skills are mostly focused on interaction, with some extra little bits to make sure he was ready for a fight.

Finally, there's his complication. As mentioned above, Nukeri, like many others, was experimented on by Project Dominion. Though he has now thrown off their control, he still has to deal with the effects of their meddling, most notably that he has now been plunged into the deep end of divine politics with no preparation or information.

[therestlesswon]

thinking about the rpg au again….sorry if I forgot to write a word or two, I do that

mainly thinking about (hypothetical) gameplay and sprites bc im drawing a battle icon/sprite and I accidentally used more than one third of a braincell. Anyways, I thought of something. Friendship Points (FP). Basically, certain actions will give you FP to either use to fill up the friend meter so that you may spare the enemy or to use on Friendship Magic (Caretale out here thriving with the power of friendship).

very Undertale core now that I actually envision it but fuck it we ball

I’ve also thought that certain acts could reduce fp so you press a seemingly harmless button, see the fp level, and immediately feel regret heheheeh

also funny idea that some tough bosses lose FP or become enraged at Caretale using the Power of Friendship bc A. Magic racism and B. Let’s be real, friendship magic would actually be annoying as fuck to battle against. (Can be used for a final boss concept, absolutely being used for Silly bc I might make her an antagonist before she actually joins the party similarly to the magic au)

Also had a cool idea where you can do a charged attack/ability if you get enough charges by doing a spell or action enough times

idk about these ideas but ehhhhhhhhh

ik it’s not gonna be an actual game but I got a lil carried away erm

— Your Liver

restless charging up a nuke:

[sapnapstummy]

some hc's for admin!dream and the server

the server loves him, crops grow faster when he plants them, mobs drop more loot when he kills them, it's willing to hide him when he needs (suppressing particles and thickening fog for everyone else). it's subtle, not enough that anyone would notice if they weren't really looking for it but it's there.

when dream is connected to the server it thrives, the weather is nice and storms pass easily, the grass is greener, peaceful mobs spawn more, resources are plentiful. but after dream is put away, the air goes stale and the weather turns perpetually grey, peaceful mobs are more skittish and spawn less and it takes more resources to breed them, hostile mobs spawn more and due to the cloudy skies are less likely to burn.

the server dies as dream is away from it (locked in an obsidian box) but it's slow. when dream gets out it pours for days, soaking through clothes in an instant and leaving a chill in the air. after the nuke, it becomes a husk. nothing lives on the server, its stagnant and empty

in an au where dream takes time to heal: the server heals with him, its weakened from the egg and lack of connection to its creator, but it heals. the sun peaks through the clouds for the first time in ages and crops start to grow again. there's a warmth to the breeze and birdsong fills the air.

after the nuke the server starts fresh. the souls of its players kept safe in its code until the land is ready. it respawns them when the time is right, and with the last of its energy fills the players with hope and love. sending a whispered breeze across its admin's cheek as a final goodbye.

[lilysm06]

Hey guys 👋, before I start explaining the AU, I just wanted to say that I may not post anything for the next few weeks due to my finals coming up. Also, I suck at explaining things, so sorry if something doesn't make sense. My perspective for the drawing is so cheeks 😔🙏. I have a ton of artwork and mini comics that I may or may not share but we'll see.

The AU/fanfic:

My fanfic is a continuation of an old zombie AU that was deleted off of ao3, and the author allowed me to have it/ continue it.

Summary:

The fanfic that had inspired me was a zombie apocalypse au for clone high and it consisted of Cleo cheating on Frida with Abe and moments later a nuke or bomb went off, knocking Frida out. When she awoke she saw no one around her until she heard Jfk shouting and holding a bat. He swings at Frida thinking she had been infected. After talking for a while they decide to go their separate ways and say their goodbyes.

After walking in the sun for awhile Frida begins to feel irritated until a zombie knocks her over and tries to bite her. She ends up killing the zombie and continues on to her destination, home depot. The store was all boarded up, the lights were dim, and some of the shelfs were empty. She heard a noise and yelled out "Who's there!". From the corner of her eye she saw Confucius. They were happy to see each other but that didn't last very long. Frida was put into a head lock by a sheep looking person and had a gun to her head. I don't remember what happened after that but Frida and Confucius ended up killing him and just staring at the dead body. Meanwhile Abe and jfk found each other.

Joan, Cleo, and Jesus were all in a building trying

to figure out were to go. They ended up wanting to go somewhere away from the town and decided to go through the woods. After awhile of walking through it they heard zombies from different directions and decided to make a run for it. They ended up at a mattress store and stayed there. Meanwhile Frida and Confucius were drinking and getting high and reminiscing about their lives. After that they decided it was time to sleep. Frida ended up staying awake and drew in her sketchbook while thinking about Cleo and her friends, wondering what they were up to.

That about all that I remember about the fanfic.

The next chapter will be posted sometime later today. I hope you like it 😄.

I had already made the fanfic, but I felt very embarrassed about sharing it on here, but I don't feel like that anymore, so here's the link:

[nemisisnemi]

Happy Birthday Nemi!

Happy birthday to the most annoying and nuke-able sona ever!

This will function as his birthday post since I'm too busy with finals to properly celebrate </3

everyone's least favorite kitchen exploding mf is getting a full body design!

yes, Nemi will finally have one of those twst oc intros :O

can you believe that it's their 3rd official redesign already? It felt like just yesterday when Nemi became my blog's "face"/brand, and now I'm already improving upon the initial design :,)

nemi rambles ab old art + some unposted Nemi art below!

This was Nemi's first appearance on tumblr and also my pfp when first starting out! It was made in reference to something with @spookyavenuestreet's Augustino/ram ram!

I also think i drew this piece over a year ago? It's really shocking on how much my art style has changed since then

Nemi's first ever design! I like how you can immediately tell it's one of my older pieces from my art style-

I'm glad it changed since there's too many sparkles and kind of difficult to tell what they're looking at

ONTO THE NEXT PIECE!

These two pieces are references to how Nemi likes to break into Diasomnia (via the window) to visit Augustino! I'm pretty sure Spooks has a corresponding piece of art to this piece lmao

Oh past Nemi, you had no fear and just fought with Diasomnia students just for funsies :D and also Malleus too apparently-

Now this one! It's a reference to how before all the lore was really "coherent" and just fun shit, they didn't get along with Sebek despite being friends with Augustino!

The hands were originally an idea from spooks! something something mythology?

It got scrapped in the end tho. Was fun for the short bit it lasted!

Ah this one!! :D This was my pfp for the longest time before I changed it to the one I have right now! (That'll change whenever I finish making my 3.0 model)

It's the Nemi you're all probably familiar with! Purple hair, a mischievous smile, and with the iconic hand positioning lmaoo

My current pfp! (for now) The hair got more blue/indigo with pinkish tips :D

There's different versions, but i never ended up using them :(

Here are the different versions! I somehow lost the initial file and couldn't be bothered to put my eye moles back in

Now some art I don't think i ever posted!!

It's a traditional piece! I messed up on the hair since I didn't have the right colors :(

It's a cute simple piece of Nemi messing with Leona nui in class! As you can see on the pieces of paper, Nemi doesn't really pay attention in class...

You can typically find them in detention if they don't have any class or a shift at the Mostro Lounge!

More traditional art! and also more Leona nui bullying (affectionate)

It's a lot harder to draw on paper after only doing digital art for a while. This piece and the one before were pieces I drew during my senior yr of high school!

I think the only piece as of all the drawings so far that weren't made during high school is my current pfp! That piece was made during the summer after I graduated (well, more like skipped my graduation and just collected my diploma after but still-)

HI3RD AU!!!!

Here are some of my HI3rd Au Nemi pieces! Anything related to that au is just angst- I still don't feel like explaining the lore in detail so I'll just rapid fire it:

-Junqiao is a herscherr

-Junqiao possessed Nemi (via gem)

-Junqiao is a homewrecker bc he slowly made Leona fall for him while possessing Nemi's body

-Nemi got forced to become a valkyrie against their will after regaining a bit of control from Junqiao

-end game plan is for Nemi to give up their body and consciousness over to Junqiao since they no longer have anything to really "fight" for as Leona loves Junqiao now instead of them :D

-all Nemi wanted was a simple life, no valkyries, no honkai, just a simple life by Leona's side (but even that is a pipe dream eh?)

More Hi3rd au pieces :D

The first piece got worked on a bit more after I posted it originally! And I dont think I ever posted anything about the other one? I might make it into a fully rendered piece if I ever get the chance and motivation!

Spirit Animal AU! on RIOFY

this is by far the happiest Nemi has ever been in any Aus I put them in

whore era with those exposed shoulders and chest opening /j

rapid fire lore:

-something something pacts n shit with Leona & Junqiao

-learns to be more open with themselves in fashion choices via the whores (Leona & Junqiao)

-destructive trio poly qpr! (Nemi, Leona & Junqiao in this au)

-eventually gets forcibly "sibling'd" after meeting Viz & Yuhua ( @twistedwonderlandshenanigans & @distant-velleity 's ocs)

And this is my most recent drawing of Nemi! (besides the 3.0 model redesign) I never posted this bc I ended up hating how the full body looks. The body pose is just really awkward and stiff; a complete 180 from how it looked in the sketch phase

Sorry none of the pieces are really in order from oldest to most recent! :( It's kinda difficult to track down which ones came first for the older pieces, but I think you can kinda tell by the hair color, hair length and most obviously; my art style

Nemi's hair has been slowly shifting from purple to a more blue tone! It's also slowly getting longer, but I think it's going to settle around the shoulders!

MOOTS' ART!!

we start off strong with spooks' art!

.....THE JAR (sobs) it was a joking comment ab shaking or putting Augustino in a jar. Then spooks decided to literally draw it. ahaha....

another spooks art! this was for ram ram's birthday! and Nemi made an (uninvited but welcome-)appearance :D

This piece is an art req that got answered! The one who drew this is the very very lovely: @amatsuchan-eiliniel !!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN AMATSUUUUUUUU YOU COOKED AND AIUGHDGHJFGGKGBFHDHF NOM NOM NOM

thank you for not forgetting Nemi's eye moles despite the fact that i forgot to add them when drawing initially hgfdhbfhg-

Now onto some silly ones from the Leona simping serv- i mean The Prince's Uprising zine server :D

These are by soru from The Prince's Uprising zine server... hi @le-monchou

its still all very funny but also terrifying just thinking about how you drew Nemi dying in a fucking glue trap lmao

AND FINALLY: RATMI.

This is by the lovely @aprityormarj

something something nemi ratatouille and this was made

yes. this is Nemi as a rat. Ratmi at your service~

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That finishes it off for Nemi's bday post!

Hopefully I remember to schedule this post for December 7th bc that's when my sona's birthday is!

Irl nemi's bday on the other hand isn't until the 26th! I'll hopefully be making a birthday piece for both Nemi and irl nemi by then!