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lovelytsunoda Ā· 2 days ago
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its going to be a cold winter | lando norris
summary: itā€™s landos first christmas with his girlfriends family, and as long as he doesnā€™t let his ugly christmas sweater catch fire, he should be fine. right?
pairing: lando norris x female reader
warnings: family christmas content, lando and y/n both have some major moments of self doubt, but it's mostly just holiday fluff. some suggestive content, but barely any. i'm sorry its so short lmao i kind of lost steam towards the end, but i started out super strong!! it's a fic about nothing lmao enjoy it.
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frank sinatra played softly in the background of the country house as y/n puttered around, straightening the christmas pillows and lighting the pine candles throughout the house. her dad got a fire burning in the living room, and the kitchen smelled like warm apple pie. snow was falling gently outside, blanketing the roof of her old audi.
lando would be here any minute, and it was important that everything be just perfect.
it was their first christmas together, and y/n was anxious as all hell about having lando visit the house where she grew up. she knew that the country house was different from the house where lando grew up, and the lifestyle he was accustomed to now.
of course, she didn't know that lando was just as nervous as she was, anxiously drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled off the highway. what would her parents think of him? would they find him pretentious? too much of a player?
it was obvious as he steered his top-of-the-line mercedes into the gravel driveway, parking next to his lover's aging audi sedan that the environment where she grew up was so different from his. a decrepit volkswagen beetle sat next to the garage, no doubt a project for her dad to tinker with.
snowflakes dusted his hair as he attempted to maneuver the laundry basket full of wrapped presents out of his narrow trunk. he knocked on the door, hiding his shaking hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. he could hear music coming from inside, see the shadows of a figure rushing to open the front door.
"lando! you made it." y/n beamed, opening the front door, a wide smile on her face. she threw her arms around him, kissing him softly before brushing the snow off of his jacket. "i'm glad you're here. everybody is so excited to meet you."
lando stepped inside, cheeks flushed pink from the cold. as his hands began to thaw, family members came rushing at him from all sides, gushing about how they were glad he'd found the place all right, and how it was so lovely to meet him. y/n shooed them all out of the main hallway, but not before her mother managed to shove a christmas sweater into his arms, insisting that he wear it.
"let's try that again." y/n grumbled, clearly biting back a curse word as she wrapped her arms around lando's midsection, resting her chest just over from his heart. "thank you for coming. and mom's sweaters are horrific, please don't feel like you have to wear it."
lando chuckled, unfolding the sweater, which prominently featured a reindeer with a blinking nose, activated by a button hidden in the right sleeve. "why wouldn't i wear it? this thing is hysterical."
"here, let me help." she smiled, helping him out of the jacket. "and you didn't need to bring gifts either. nobody would have been mad if you didn't."
"baby, i think you're worrying too much." lando laughed, pulling the sweater on over his black t-shirt. "everything is going to be fine."
"says the man who worried the entire drive here and called me over his bluetooth three times before he got of the m60." she joked, poking him over the heart. "this is new for both of us."
the pair wandered through the house, converging in the living room with the rest of the family. a christmas tree stood against an exposed brick wall, and two young men in christmas sweaters just as atrocious as the one lando was wearing were sat by the fire with their arms around their partners. a four year old girl was running around the room with a jingle bell paddle in her hand, shaking it up and down. from the expressions on the faces of the other guests, she had been doing that for a while.
"lando, this is my cousin, james, and his wife alexandra. and this is my brother will and his girlfriend clara. the little munchkin in the red dress is eliza, james and alex's daughter."
"nice to meet you!" will said, getting up from the floor. "y/n has told us so much about you!"
"only good things, i hope." lando joked, shaking will's hand. she could see the nervous crinkle at the corner of his eyes, hear what was slightly off in his voice. she reached out to lay a ahnd on his back, fingers splayed, hoping it was reassuring. she felt him relax under her touch, and her heart burned with love for the mclaren driver.
eliza ran over towards him, waving a set of antlers in her hand. "these are for you." she giggled, standing on her tiptoes and reaching for lando's head, despite only coming up to his torso.
beaming, lando knelt down and allowed eliza to put the antlers on his head. he sat next to y/n on the couch, curled up with her as they listened to alexandra talk about how she met james.
"you don't need to wear the antlers if you don't want to. lize will lose interest in like, ten minutes."
lando made a face. "of course i want to. i want your family ot love me, and clearly its pretty easy to win eliza's affections."
she laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm going to go and help mom and aunt deb with the honey potatoes. you'll be okay here by yourself?"
"of course he will!" will shouted. "we'll take good care of mr. mclaren for you!"
in the kitchen, y/n found her mom and her aunt puttering about, adding honey to the roast potatoes and pulling the apple pie out of the oven. it was wrapped in tinfoil, with brown sugar and apple goo oozing out of the graham cracker crust. she tied her hair back into a tight knot, reaching over her head to take a bone china mug out of the kitchen cabinet.
"i really like him." her mom said, a knowing smile on her face as she hugged her daughter. "you did good, sweetie."
"he's really good with eliza." deb noted. "so, are there any wedding bells nearby in your futures?"
"aunt deb!" y/n whined. "we haven't even been together a year yet."
"look at alex and james. they were only together for six months."
because they wanted to fuck and the church said they couldn't do that unless they were married, she thought cynically.
"i really do like him. he was so scared to come here today. i think he thought you'd find him pretentious."
"we could never." her mom laughed, pulling her in for a hug. "go spend some time with lover boy. your father and your uncle are coming in from the barbecue with the turkey in a few minutes."
"thanks mom." she kissed her mom's cheek before she grabbed her mug of hot chocolate and rejoined the other young folk in the living room.
lando stood next to the tree, laughing gleefully as eliza ran circles around him, wrapping him in tinsel. alex was laughing to herself, filming the encounter on her iphone. y/n stood watching in the doorway. lando looked up and met her eyes, winking at her dramatically before attempting to blow her a kiss.
later that night, after barbecued turkey and honey potatoes, with a dessert of warm apple pie and vanilla ice cream, lanod joined his lover on the couch with two fresh mugs of hot chocolate. she curled into his arm, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. the fire was crackling, and everybody was gathered around the tree for the gift exchange.
"i love you, lando norris."
"and i love you, y/n y/l/n." he replied softly, a peice of silver tinsel falling out of his hair.
"and i can't wait to get you out of this ugly christmas sweater." she whispered, voice husky. my old room is up in the loft above the garage, and it's pretty soundproof."
"i like the way you think, angel girl."
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hyperfix-wip Ā· 2 days ago
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Next to You
Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader/ Spider-Punk x GN!Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Author's Note: I am not sorry @the-kr8tor , @yumeaoka-chan , @pleaktale. And @rexlroze , YOU have specifically kickstarted the Loser!Hobie rabbit hole, and I have now got myself into loving these losers lmao. I'd like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading for me and helping me out with this piece! Also, this piece contains some spoilers for Arcane Season 2, so don't read it if you don't want to be spoiled!
Tags: Lovestruck!Hobie, Loser!R, Nerd!R, Fluff, Spoilers for Arcane Season 2, Some Explicit Language
Hobie knew what he signed up for when he asked you out.
Despite your typically quiet personality, he knew you were passionate at heart. He knew that when he jumped through the portal to your universe and landed on your bed, only to see you bawling your eyes out over an animated show before you screamed bloody murder from his sudden arrival and fell down on the floor. He knew that when he looked around your room and saw all the posters of different shows and artists covering your walls, all your favorite books and figurines lined up on your shelves, the sketchbooks filled with all of your favorite characters in your specific art style. He knew that when his eyes landed on your pajama bottoms with some cute bison-like mascot from a show he overheard you talk about with Miles at the Spider Society.Ā 
Even if you were scrambling off the floor, too flustered to make any coherent words to him while struggling to pause your show, he knew he liked this new side of you he discovered. And he especially knew he he was smitten with you the moment he asked you about the show you were watching, watching your eyes instantly light up before you drag him onto the bed and restart the show for him, obliviously nestling against his side while you eagerly ran your mouth about the premise of the show.
Yeah, he knew what he signed up for when he asked you out after binging the whole series with you.
Which was why he was prepared for you bawling your eyes out and smearing clear snot on his shirt while he cradled you in his arms. He gently shushed you while the end credits quietly ran in the background, running his long nimble fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against the top of your head.
ā€œ ā€™s okay, lovie,ā€ he whispered against your skin as he peppered more tender kisses, ā€œI know, I knowā€¦ā€
Hiccups and sobs wracked up your body as you buried your face into his chest, your voice muffled into the cotton fabric. ā€œItā€™sā€“ Itā€™s not fair! They wereā€“ they were together again! The writers couldnā€™t even let them be together for one full day?!ā€
Hobie quietly pulled the fluffy duvet from the end of your bed over the two of you, wrapping you into a tight embrace within the blanket and in his arms. ā€œI know, darling, I knowā€¦ā€
ā€œItā€™s justā€“ it hurts so much! The fact that Isha was the one who did that, and it just paralleled withā€“ā€
ā€œYes, I know, luvā€“ā€
ā€œLike, they didnā€™t have make Ishaā€™s last moments an alternate version of Powderā€™s attempt in Season One where Powderā€™s plan workedā€“ā€
ā€œI know, sweetheartā€“ā€
ā€œAnd the pastel colors during the memory sequence for Ishaā€“ fuckā€“ she basically remembers the Undercity as this bright and fun place because of Jinx, and not only did Jinx and Vi had to relive the trauma of losing Vander through Warwick again, but Jinx had to basically watch her baby sister, her inner child, and a version of herself sacrifice herself in front of her eyesā€¦ā€
A hiccup wracked up your body again before fresh tears flooded your red-rimmed eyes, and Hobie wrapped his arms tighter around you while you sobbed into his chest again. ā€œFuckā€“ I canā€™tā€“ I donā€™t think Iā€™m gonna last for the next three episodesā€“ā€
Hobie shushed you gently again while brushing his lips along your hairline, his fingers gently scratching your scalp while his other hand reached out for the cup of water he set to the side before you played the new episode. ā€œCā€™mon, sit up for me, lovie,ā€ he whispered against your forehead before carefully shifting the both of you up against the headboard. ā€œDonā€™ wanā€™cha ta turn intā€™a raisin on meā€¦ā€
You could only nod with a sniffle in response, blinking away the bleary tears in your eyes and snorting the clear mucus back up your red nose, before you sat up and grabbed the plastic cup from him. The moment you took a sip, the cool water instantly flooded and alleviated your raw throat, and you slowly drained the cup until it turned up empty.
A small smile curled up on Hobieā€™s lips as he gingerly grabbed the cup from your hands and set it back onto your nightstand. Without another thought Hobie then grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off, goosebumps instantly pricking his skin as the cold air hit it, before gently pushing the shirt against your nose.
ā€œBlow.ā€
You instantly obliged and blew your nose into his shirt, and he carefully pinched your nose and rubbed the snot off before tossing it across the room and on top of the pile of your dirty laundry in your hamper.
ā€œKobe.ā€
ā€œStill donā€™ know who thaā€™ bloke is, but sure, lovie.ā€
A shaky chortle slipped through your lips before Hobie pulled you back into his arms and wrapped the blanket over you two again.
ā€œYā€™know, you could've gotten up to get a napkin instead of using your shirtā€“ā€
ā€œIt is too bloody cold to get out of this bed,ā€ Hobie snickered while tucking your head underneath his chin. ā€œPlus my shirt was already your personal snot rag, so it didnā€™t make a difference.ā€
You rolled your eyes with a sniffle before you nuzzled against his chest, and he in turn pressed his lips against your forehead again with a slight smirk. Your television gently illuminated the both of you in the dark, and you glanced up to see the blue light glinting from his piercings and his warm, dark eyes. His face softened at the sight of you, with splotchy skin and red-rimmed eyes, and he couldn't help but find you adorable in that moment. His arms pulled away in lieu of cupping your cheeks with his hands, and he gently tilted your head up to brush his lips against yours in a brief, comforting kiss. Your lips reluctantly parted from each other, with you trying to chase his lips to steal another one in vain, before he wrapped his arms around you in another tight embrace.
ā€œ...was this season as good as you hoped it would be, lovie?ā€
ā€œGod, yes, itā€™s so fucking good.ā€
Hobie huffed out a small chuckle while you tangled his lanky legs with yours. ā€œLike, I canā€™t wait for Act Three to come out in a few days, but I also know itā€™s going to hurt so much watching those last episodes and have to watch the conclusion of itā€¦ā€
Hobie nodded along with a tender smile as he gazed back down, his chest warming up as you started your cute little rant again. One of his hands trailed up your back and lingered on the back of your neck, gently massaging it while you continued talking.
ā€œLike, I know there is going to be a clusterfuck of emotional damage for me at the end of this season. We still gotta see Ekko and Heimerdinger, we gotta see whatā€™s gonna happen next for Jinx, Vi and Caitlyn, and we also have to deal with Jayce and Viktorā€“ oh my god, that fucking scene of Jayce aiming that fucking cannon at Viktorā€“ā€
Hobieā€™s smile grew softer the more he listened to you, your voice still slightly raw and hoarse from the prolonged crying and your eyes glinted with the same eager light he saw that fateful day months ago, and his chest warms up just the same, his heart just as smitten with you as before.
You instantly stopped talking the moment a weight pressed down against the top of your head, and you pushed your head up to see Hobieā€™s eyes closed and his lips parted with shallow breaths. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the sleeping man huddled against you, his demeanor relaxed and languid as his lips curled up into a small, boyish smile, before you carefully pulled the blanket over him and pressed a gentle peck against his lips and nestled against him to join him in his slumber.
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Song Recommendation of the Day courtesy of @pinksugarscrub
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mushroom-for-art Ā· 2 years ago
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My mew oc Mud recently kind of redesigned by @lotusmew thank you I adore hims this is his new look (just credit where credit is due) meeting @phlurrii 's lovely ancient mew Meau
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It was pleasantly cool under the treeline but still distinctly warm, the ancient mew roamed in search of berries to nibble upon, modern fruits didn't explode with an array of flavors like they used to having evolved to be mostly just one, but collecting enough and taking quick bites of all of them nearly replicated the same taste.
They glided effortlessly around a large tree with vines beginning to crawl up along the trunk half wondering if they should perhaps pull the vines off if the plant was parasitic in nature..
Meau pondered before their attention was brought to the sudden awareness of a psychic pattern, they stopped suddenly staring upon the, creature in front of them. It could have been some previously unseen psychic Marowak variant were the skull it wore clearly not its own, it smelt of houndoom smoke and dirt as it dropped some psychic held berries in shock at seeing her. She blinked quickly at them confused before their ears went back and a low but deep growl rumbled in the back of the others throat.
Meau quickly felt a snarl growing from her own throat in response to the aggression her own ears going back in response, the others hands bent in claw like emphasis held out in threat and Meaus own paws sharpened ready to strike if necessary. Both parties snarled growling and hissing digits flexing in emphasis, Meaus fur puffed out and the others hackles raised.
They continued to growl, muscles tensing ends of tails flicking in agitation, ready to see who struck first, leaves russeled with patches of light passing through gaps in the treeline as-
"mmmhhyyyaaa"
Meau quietened as her ears flicked upright at the quiet sound, a yawn, a kitten yawn for sure, the others hands relaxed slowly as they too stopped growling. Tiny blue ears popped out from the side of the others body as Meau stared in wonder, a mew kit poked their head out to look blinking large pink eyes at her and making a soft mewing as they crawled around from where they must have been clinging to this others back. A purple muddy paw caught the kitten as they attempted to float forward gently stopping and pulling them back holding the kitten to their chest, a second set of mews began.
Meau leaned her body to the side to look without approaching as the purple other twisted slightly to reach their long arm around their back to scoop and hold a second kitten, darker blue in color with bits of yellow with more curly fur. This one seemed less curious of her burying their face into the fluff on the others chest as they mewed, they leant their head down and chirped making various soothing kitten calls to comfort the youngling, Meau recalled herself making such sound when her own child was born.
The other regarded Meau again before they slowly turned, the berries lifted by psychic energy once more, Meau watched their tail unwrap from around boney protrusions along their spine stretching out into a significantly longer tail and tilted her head as she regarded them again. They didn't notice, looking over their shoulder and gave a warning growl that clearly meant not to follow as they flew away quickly.
Meau blinked after them in pause.
She pondered.
And she followed.
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None mask version cause god dammit I drew a good face I wanna use it
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#my art#my oc#Other people's oc#My writing#Oc Mud#@phlurrii Meau#So context Mud doesn't realise Meau is a mew and since he's taking care of his adopted kids immediately goes on the defence#Meau probably can't tell immediately he's a mew because of his mask and odd appearance/probably strange aura vibes#Basically cats dont realise they're meeting another cat and nearly get into fisticuffs over it XD#Mud: *growls for Meau to not follow*. Meau absolutely understanding that social cue: huh wonder who that's for#Meau like Oh? You think I'm not gonna follow for babies?? You think I will simply let you take the babies out of sight?? Absolutely not#Time line wise this is probably like during mews away time so Meau is empty nested#Mud is a single dad trying his best lmao just growls in the face of a god because he's gon protect his mf kids#They weren't originally gonna have beef but brain said wouldn't it be funny tho and lmao I think it's funny#There was an attempt at a background lmao#Those kittens are lmao just velcro strapped to his tail and yes he wraps it around his deformed bone spine to give them a comfortable spot#It's probably very uncomfortable for him#They basically just end up in an aggression loop until baby distraction#Meau upon hearing this other make mew calls and comforting mew kittens: wait a minute#When u thought it was two babies but turns out there's threeeee#Regrettably Mud has mew mommy issues and will likely not accept mothering#AH! HECK! FORGOT THE WHITES ON HER PAWSIES I'M AN IDIOT AND A FOOL!! SORRY
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starry-bi-sky Ā· 3 months ago
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this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au
Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.
By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.
Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.
Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.
It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.
Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.
He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.
Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.
It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.
Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.
He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.
The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.
They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.
"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"
When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.
By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#danyal al ghul au#danyal al ghul#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc au#dc x dp crossover#dp crossover#demon twins au#so turns out putting an assassin child in a normal family does not actually fix the child. it may just make them worse. had this thought#today and had to extrapolate. i have a whole ass post in my drafts explaining my idea for this lmao. my thought was basically:#'damian would be the better off twin because he'd have actual proper support compared to danny bc the bats know damian's background and +#+ as a result can actually address the league's teachings properly and help him dismantle the lessons that have been ingrained in him +#+ as compared to danny who would be with a random family - regardless of affiliation - who would only be able to help with surface level +#stuff if danny even ever lets them see that. danny would need to dismantle his own mindset on his own if he even thinks he has to.'#jazz is not a reliable or licensed therapist. that is a child. she's not even implied to be a good one. psychoanalyzing people doesn't make#you a good therapist. it just means you can psychoanalzye people. and therapy only works on those who think they need it. danny would not#think he'd need it and any attempts from jazz to psychoanalyze him would just result in him shutting her out and doubling down on his belie#tldr: starry made another au exploring the psychological effects of growing up in the league and he calls it:#'whose the more adjusted twin? Damian or Danny? Lmao Damian ofc. Danny got screwed over'#rip to damian you have your work cut out for you trying to peel back all of your brother's protective layers. that's an iceberg waiting to#be explored. o7 to you champ your brother got the short end of the stick. danny has so many things to unlearn that i didn't go into here#its an actual demon twins au too! would ya look at that.
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remnri Ā· 2 years ago
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why'd they keep looking at each other like that during the archon quest
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mangosundae Ā· 23 days ago
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A month ago I rewatched the opening to WotWW and thought ā€œOh my god Luz would love Ni No Kuni.ā€ Then I sat on that thought for a month cause I had art block. Uhh but Iā€™m a little better now, so may I present: the Ni No Kuni x Owl House crossover nobody asked for. I wanna draw Luzā€™s other world outfit as well, but I had to at least get this drawing out of my system and into someone elseā€™s eyeballs. Originally I wrote like a whole essay on who replaces who, but it was too much, so suffice it to say: Luz is super psyched about the other world, I wish Eda could be Drippy, but Eda and Lilith have to be Swaine and Marcassin to keep the separated siblings with troubled pasts thing. Oh AND the glyph notes replace the Wizardā€™s Companion, except itā€™s still the same nnk spells. If that makes sense.
Anyway, I donā€™t plan on doing much with this, except maybe some fanart. I also donā€™t think many people will see this post, but feel free to take my idea and run with it if you wanna!
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thursdaymoonrise11 Ā· 3 months ago
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POV: after knowing you for almost three years, he asks you to meet him outside at the Yule Ball to 'talk'...
FINALLY a little comic of THAT moment between Sebastian and Phoebe šŸ˜±šŸ˜±
I haven't done a sequence of a scene from my fic before and this was so fun to do. It's not my fav piece of work but glad to have finished it finallyšŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹
For anyone interested, this is from the most recent chapter of my ficšŸ„°
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simelune Ā· 2 years ago
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if there was one thing jeanie looked forward to every holiday, it was getting to spend the whole break with her grandma.
jeanie never really got along with her parents... grandma just always got it, y'know? but when she started high school, her parents wanted her to get serious about her future and the visits to her favorite person in the whole universe came to a stop.
then came the phone call. jeanie had dropped out of university, she stopped talking to her friends, spending all day in bed away from the world. all she wanted to do was go back to the hot summer nights of dancing in the living room to granny's collection of the best records.
she only learned a few days ago that her grandma had left the house in willow creek to her, and it was the only place that felt like home.
inspired by this and this.
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screwpinecaprice Ā· 2 years ago
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Ah I forgot I made this last October. Patreon request for connverse family photo (with middle-aged Connie and Steven and adult kiddos) requested by Connversin!
Ebony and Sakura(?)'s faces (the two above Lion) didn't turn out the way that I wanted to look, but overall with my record, not bad for something I drew under three hours. lol
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localcanadiancreature62 Ā· 2 months ago
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When i watched ep 3,i didn't expect THIS be one of the scenes. I fucking thought that it was just gonna be a silly halloween episode but nooo,Kinger Angst. Anyway i now subject you all to Kinger talking to his wife,look at how happy she is :].
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aaesaesthetic Ā· 1 year ago
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Wyllweek (belated) day 7: free day!
Absurdly late, but I didn't get around to do the last part before this weekend and decided to give it something more than just a colored sketch. It's what he deserves!
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daily-suyao Ā· 19 days ago
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haliaiii Ā· 4 months ago
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Val tries out a popular visual novel and is surprised by a familiar face (not cannon obviously)
(I wanted to see if I could draw in a more older style for fun, I wanted my art to look like this back in middle school lol. Funny how things have changed)
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exiledfrommars Ā· 3 months ago
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RAS is so cruel for ending Road of the Patriach/the Sellswords trilogy on such an absolutely heart shattering note. Then just continuing back on with Drizztā€™s story line. Like wait no, please go back- please- my poor boy, Artemis- YOUā€™VE LEFT HIM IN SHAMBLES, PLEASE GO BACKā€”
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lifeonmvrs Ā· 1 year ago
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good omens broke me so now iā€™m learning how to paint nebulas (wip. still a loooottt to work on)
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[Image Description: A digital painting of a nebula/nebulae. At the top left corner thereā€™s red dust forming a little heart. The rest of the drawing is still unfinished and shows nebulae of different colors like light blue, orange, yellow, and green. Behind the nebulae, little and big stars are visible. Second image is close-up of the top left corner. /end ID]
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cleocatrablossy Ā· 10 months ago
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Hehehehe Boatem redraw
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And the original image form Diablero:
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By the way, the tag thing means ā€œfucking end of the worldā€
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