#This was fun! Keep em coming!

[paladin-official]

If your first oc and your most recent oc got into a fight, who would win and why?

Well, my first first oc was probably like some power ranger knight dino man I made when I was like 5, but the first one I remember well and still own is my D&D Paladin I made at high school, Nurghal Ironhide. His game was a great experience for me despite many bumps, and he helped me fall in love with TTRPGs. Nurghal in post-game is a level 20+ Paladin, uniter of the orc clans, dragonslayer, inventor of many explosive weapons, and leader of several successful campaigns against the Dark Dominion in the underdark to end Menzoberranzan's slave industry. He also married an Archon he met in the afterlife, and during his very long life achieved many more fantastic deeds both in the campaign and after it. My most recent oc is a Signalis Replika of my own design, HANR (Hahn, German for rooster.), which is still very WIP. They are meant to be armoured CQC experts wielding large axes or swords because when I love a setting a lot I like putting knights in it. Hahns are very skilled, strong, and resilient, and known for their undying loyalty and devotion to their charge once they bond with a commanding figure, because what's the point of chivalry if you're not going to dial the knightly devotion to 11? That said, while they are very capable and competent, I feel like an epic level paladin with access to legendary gear and powerful divine magic is more than most Replika can handle due to the different power scaling between D&D and Signalis, so Nurghal probably wins this one. That said, Nurghal only attacks evil or harmful targets, so likely won't initiate the fight unless in self defense or if the Hahn's commander is deemed a threat to others.

[puddii-ng]

big fan of the new kids,,

[robingivesmemagic]

random old red hood doodle from like. 2022

[jhuzen]

Small brainrot--

Zhongli: You always seemed to get injured when I accompany you on your commissions, is there something wrong? Have I done something to cause this? Please, talk to me...

Reader: My love, darling, sweetheart, I swear it's not that deep. I keep getting hurt because I'm distracted staring at your ass-

-Morax

distractions [gn/m.reader]

AAAAAAAAAA MORAX ANON PULLING THRU WITH A GOOD ZHONGLI BRAINROT! i planned to make just me also brainrotting but here’s a quickie HAHDHSJDCJD. i had so much fun making this LMAO

𖦹 kinda crack lmao, degenerate reader 😭

He was hypnotic.

Zhongli, as your dearest beloved, exceeded your expectations far more than you could ever imagine. He was all too good! An absolute gentleman, completely attuned to your needs and would never lead you down into a path of agony and harm. He was always there, perhaps almost always there, considering that his job as the consultant at the funeral parlor was the only thing keeping him away from you 24/7.

You had no doubts that this man is absolutely enamored with you, tailing you around like a loyal dog when you’re out in your errands. And by these errands, often they are commissions posted by certain people, asking the bravest souls out there to get rid of a few pests loitering around in Liyue.

You were perhaps one of the most sought out bounty hunters in the field. And while you weren’t directly affiliated with world renowned Adventurer’s Guild, you still were often dragged into their commissions, as adventurers personally had to come and ask for your help in the middle of your afternoon tea to track down some pesky ruin guards that indiscriminately attacks everything in its sight.

People may have fretted at the sight of any ruin machine that they came across their paths, but to you, they were the quickest way to earn a lot of mora as having Zhongli for a lover doesn’t come cheap, the man basically buys anything that catches his eye, and the fact that he’s absolutely atrocious in bargaining with you barely excelling at it as well, you’re bound to constantly have enough on you for his spending exploits. Suffice to say, you were the apex predator of these machines, constantly on the hunt for them.

Though that did not seem to apply as you winced for the tenth time at this very moment.

How lucky was it that you were nearby Mingyun Village when you took on a certain bounty that was given on you. It offered a million mora as you had to deal with two hulking ruin hunters, aggressive in temperance as it looked to be one of those just seem to lock on to you in sight.

Zhongli was free that day, and offered to come with you. Your endearing lover expressed his concerns when he happened to look over the paper that contained all the details for your target. And to see you deal with those merciless machineries, he couldn’t hold himself back and immediately asked to come with you.

You weren’t one to deny his offer. Zhongli was a warrior god above all and you’ve seen him countless times on the battlefield when the traveler had asked you and him to accompany them on a tedious commission. And on the off chances that you’ve been on a mission with your adoring lover… you’ve noticed one insufferable thing.

He’s far too distracting.

There was a common denominator in every single time you and him went out on a mission; you were always somehow barely escaping death by the skin of your teeth. It was ridiculous. You’d think having Zhongli in the field would inspire you to do better — but no. He distracted you. Him and his graceful movements, the way his shield just granted you unparalleled protection and when he kicks his spear, you could almost shrivel up and just die then and there.

And unfortunately, this one almost had you kicking the bucket.

Blood trails can be seen on the grassy fields as your worried lover hurried to the nearby village. The residents were quick to aid him and had given him the much needed things for your wound treatment. There was a concerning gash on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and Zhongli was damn near in tears as he patched you up.

You failed to hold in a wince as you joked around to lighten the mood, “Guess that hunk of junk was eager to be on me, huh?” You peered up at your lover while you sat on the chair, whose frown never left him as he continued to clean around your still bleeding wound. “Hey, c’mon, don’t look so sad… I just happened to be at the wrong spot, love.”

A tensed silence fell between you and him and even in his unresponsive state, you could feel the worry that emanated from him. And even that was something you felt responsible for, unable to say anything else.

And finally he granted you mercy as he heaved a soft sigh, looking at you with eyes that overflowed with so much concern, “I was so worried… you’ve never been this badly injured before.”

You had no heart to tell him the stupid reason behind your fuck up, so you opted to stay silent.

Zhongli took your silence as remorse for your mistake and only continued to press on, eyebrows furrowing as he caressed your face that had a tad bit of dirt smudged into it, “I never wanted to bring this up… but it seems as though every time I accompany you on your hunting missions, you always seem to end up getting hurt far more than when you worked alone…”

You hated where this was going but did not bother protesting, you know trying to get ahead of him is a losing battle, “Is… Is it me? Have I done something to cause this? Am I perhaps lacking in providing you protection? Please…” his words were soft as he pleaded, amber eyes meeting you with a hint of desperation. “Please tell me… I must know what led up to this point. I don’t want to realize things when it’s much too late.”

Stupidity pounced on you as Zhongli expressed his dissatisfaction. This is awful. You felt the guilt seep through your veins when your precious lover was unloading so much of his scorn all for a reason so stupid.

But then again, your dignity was always a notch lower than your love in a list of priorities. You can only hope the man doesn’t hurl his giant meteor at you once you do tell him the reason.

“Don’t… be mad,” you started and immediately grimaced at his pointed stare. Right. Never patronize a worried lover. With your good arm, you pulled him by the waist, looking up at him with a small grin, “It’s not that deep. I promise you. Though, yes, to an extent, my subpar performance has something to do with you.”

Your grip around his waist tightened when you felt him bristle at your words, almost close to pulling away. You quickly fished him out of his misery as you continued, “Forgive my crudeness… but you have been a distraction for me when you join me on my missions…”

“Pardon?”

“Your…” you coughed a little as a light blush dusted your cheeks, “You… uh, how do I put this delicately… you present a rather delectable view on certain angles when you fight.”

Yet another blanket of silence enveloped the both of you, but you broke out a sweat as Zhongli slowly processed your words. The frown on his face suddenly deepened and it was only now or never before he hurls the meteor at you and kills you for good.

Zhongli jolted as your hand brushed against his fine ass and gave the supple area a little squeeze. You bargained for an ounce of mercy with that charming grin of yours.

The former archon sighed with a loaded indignation. He wonders sometimes how on earth can you be a bounty hunter with that kind of reckless attitude. “You… you are impossible.” He murmurs with the intention to chide you but even you can hear the embarrassment in his tone.

“Aw c’mon! It’s not too bad!” You cackled as the atmosphere between you cleared. You gave him one last wink before going in for another squeeze, prompting him to smack your wounded shoulder out of instinct, making you keel over, pressing your head against his stomach.

“Ah! My apologies, are you—?”

“Yep. All good. I deserve it.” You managed through a pained groan.

And you took one last chance at life and gave yet another squeeze.

“Yep. All good. I deserve it.” You managed through a pained groan.

And you took one last chance at life and gave yet another squeeze.

Whether or not you passed out from the pain or Zhongli’s meteor, you’ll never know. This was your punishment after all. One you would gladly take head on.

“Yep. All good. I deserve it,” you managed with a pained groan.

And you took one last chance at life and gave yet another squeeze.

Whether or not you passed out from the pain or Zhongli’s meteor, you’ll never know.

[bishicat]

12. Pushing strand of hair behind their ear

If you're still doing the art prompts 🥺

V's probably cutting his hair or tying it up (either way, he knows he's a pretty lad)

[makoredeyes]

Humor me- <3

I, am acquiring severely important information regarding logic in the destiny universe to make an angst filled fic, and now I'm torn between a few options and seeing as how you are quite literally one of my favorite writers, I figured why not ask?

Some guardians may or may not of bitten said dust, and I'm torn between like, leaving the ghost shard.. pieces?.. things, or having them taken back to the tower. Like the first destiny mission, except..

Do ghosts have storage? In-game, you got the inventory and vault, of course, but, what can be said for in-universe? Do they process the ability to simply transmit materials, weapons, gear, from a said Vault, or ship. Or, do they have some type of pocket in space time they can just grab things out of? Or do guardians literally just have an inventory, (almost)exactly what you'd see in game? Like a virtual backpack!

I'll admit I'm curious on what you think, cause of instances in your writing, and am also very bad at making decisions... What's your opinion on it? :)

Oh man! What an intriguing question! And not one I can say I’ve previously put much thought into..! (And what a compliment jeez wow 💕🫠)

We’ve seen our Ghosts to be quite the powerful little computers, so I think their capacity for data movement and storage is pretty high, but as far as physical material goes, my impulse is to say they probably share inventory space with their Chosen.

Breaking the fourth wall for a moment, Bungie has a pretty good knack for writing into canon actual game mechanics, so it makes sense to me that Guardian Vaults are an actual thing in-universe.

The other thing that’s long established since the Golden-Age is the Transmat Network which is what Ghosts, Guardians, and even non-Lightbearers such as Elsie Bray and more recently Eris Morn to name a few, to move themselves, each other, and their stuff at the speed of thought throughout the Sol system. This is how Ghosts can grab stuff or equip us so quickly and don’t necessarily, IMO, need to access their own personal inventory, or even much more immediate storage from Guardians* (or Risen) than pockets or a backpack, as our dear Ghost quips from time to time.

So TLDR I think the little guys probably just mooch closet space and are extra adept at accessing that storage extra smooth and quickly.

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

🍬📚?

📚 What's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

I almost NEVER take fanfic notes on my phone, I am physically incapable of typing anything even remotely legible on a touch screen and will probably find a way to take physical notes if I don't have my laptop available - BUT. I did write this whole dialogue on my phone on the bus, so I actually have an answer for once!

🍬 Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Y'all are making Cassian way too good at sex. There. How's that for controversial 🫣

(For real though, I understand why. I do. But he simply would not be. I know Andor for some reason is hell-bent on making him some kind of womaniser, but that just seems so off to me. Yeah he's a spy but not in a James Bond kind of way - most spies don't sleep their way to information, and yeah, maybe sex can play a role in how you recruit people, but I can't imagine it's a great method. Because you'd have to keep coming back to keep that asset interested, which is a terrible use of resources, and if you fuck it up in any way, you might turn your informant against you for a reason as stupid as "wasn't here to give a blowjob when I needed it". And regardless of whether or not he would have learned to use sex for espionage, that still wouldn't necessarily translate to his private sex life. This is a guy who's had every impulse to make true connections and any impulse to do anything purely because he wanted it systematically trained out of him, and hasn't been able to share his private thoughts and feelings with anyone other than a droid who cannot fully empathise with them. He also can't talk to almost anyone about what he does anyway because he's a high ranking spy, and he's very careful about his job. I don't see him having flings with other rebels purely because he'd worry that he might accidentally give someone info they should not have. So this is a long-winded way of saying that, even aside of my headcanon of Cassian as somewhere on the ace spectrum, I don't see where he would have got a lot of sexual experience and I can't really imagine he could put his hypervigilance down long enough to actually enjoy himself, at least not without drugs or therapy. [Obviously this is mostly true for in-universe, but. Honestly there's a point at which it will strike me as ooc in modern aus, too.])

Writers Truth or Dare!

[queseraone]

Because I'm a rascal, but also because I really enjoyed the last round of questions: your favorite Chenford *scene* from each season. Only one scene (plus one honorable mention) allowed per season!

Rascal seems like a bit of an understatement!!! The way my brain broke reading this...

This was an interesting exercise. Some were super easy to answer, and some I stewed over for a long time... and I surprised myself with some of my picks actually!

Season 1 This was tricky, but I have to give it to the between-the-wall heart-to-heart in 1x20. The vulnerability is just next level, and this scene is iconic for a reason. I'd argue that this is the first time we can say with absolute certainty that their relationship is more than just TO and rookie.

Season 1 Honorable Mention: The scene in the shop outside Isabel's apartment in 1x03. It's the first time we see Lucy breaking down Tim's walls. She really shows her empathy here, and he responds with a vulnerability he hasn't allowed with anyone else. They've only been riding together for a few weeks (?) and somehow Lucy knows what he needs, gives him that safe space and a compassion he clearly hasn't seen in a long. time. It's a beautiful showcase of their dynamic together, but also reveals so much about them as individuals.

Season 2 Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is hands-down the hardest season to choose in, because it's my favourite one, and it's home to some of the most iconic scenes. In the end, I had to go with their exchange in the gym at the end of 2x12. In general this episode is one of my favourites, but this scene is so powerful. We see Lucy working through things, taking out her frustration, trying to channel her strength, to get back to herself. And somehow in that moment, Tim manages to make her smile. He opens up to her in a way we've never seen him do before, and most of all, he reminds her how strong she is. UGH, this scene makes me scream in the best possible way.

Season 2 Honorable Mention: Now that I've picked a favourite, second place is easy—their conversation in 2x17. I've always loved it so much, because between the teasing and the banter, we see this beautiful vulnerability as they talk about the Caleb of it all. It's truly a perfect showcase of their dynamic and everything I love about them. Shit, maybe this is my favourite season 2 scene? AHHHHH IDK

Season 3 I have to go with this scene from the end of 3x09. Hello, excuse me Timothy do you see how you're looking at her????? Also the fact that he dismissed Lucy's comments about missing riding with her earlier in their shift, meanwhile he had already specifically written just that??? AGJLAERGJALGJRLA It's becoming quite clear that my favourite scenes are the ones that I feel most embody their dynamic, and this is no exception—the perfect mix of playful and soft.

Season 3 Honorable Mention: At the wedding venue in 3x14, duh. THE TUX. THE GREEN DRESS. "Save me a dance." HELP HELP HELP *faints*

Season 4 This was was actually pretty easy for me, it's 4x01, the scene at Tim's house. The fact that Tim not only invited her into his space, he practically insisted. Seeing Lucy wearing his clothes, seeing them together, not just outside of work, but in a very intimate space (at a very vulnerable time)???? That hug?? (That look??!?!) THAT HUG?!?!?!! The way Lucy just melts into him is the visualization of what we'd known for so long—that he's her safe space. (And she's his.) UGH, my heart. The entire exchange just felt so damn hopeful, like one of the first real hints that there was something more bubbling under the surface.

Season 4 Honorable Mention: While that kiss in 4x22 was so exciting, I have to give it to the scene outside the hospice. The vulnerability we see between them here, seeing Lucy be Tim's safe space—it's such an incredible parallel to 4x01.

Season 5 HANDS HANDS HANDS. This one was also an easy pick, because I think this is my favourite moment EVERRRRRRRRRRR. The way any trace of Jake/Dim vanishes in that moment, and all we're left with is Tim and his visceral need to check in with Lucy, to be that grounding force for her, to remind her that she's here, she's safe, and she's strong. It's just everything.

Season 5 Honorable Mention: While my #1 scene in this season is easy, it's incredibly hard to pick just one honorable mention. I waffled between the super hot kiss on the plane in 5x01, and the vulnerability in their exchanges in 5x21, and so many other great options... But I think I'd have to say that cold open in 5x10 when we see them getting ready for their date—that whole thing just perfectly embodies everything I love about them. The teasing, the banter, the comfort level between them, the best friend energy, how damn happy they are. It's just so fun and so them and makes me giddy every time I watch it.

I can't wait to see which scene will top my list for season 6... as of now it's obviously this one (I just want to watch this again, so here you go!)

[i-like-forcefem]

You reading the human domestication guide only leads to one thing. Many many broccolis...

Human Domestication Guide is awesome!!! Im kinda considering writing my own fics for it, but there’s already so much of it so it might be best to just take it as inspiration as I continue to make my own short stuff :3

[molinaskies]

There's too many moments from ILYCWM to list (it's legit the best-written fanfic I've ever read and not just out of ship-fics), but if I had to name ONE: "From a union between Earth and Tartarus sprang the Giants and whatever Amy just mumbled, apparently." I'm a sucker for inner monologues getting seamlessly sidetracked, in prose fiction. In this context, it was hilarious and in-character.

Ahahaha, thank you!! And thank you for your high praise 🥰

This is also one of my favourite little moments from “I Love You-Come With Me”. I like the humour I achieved!

For context, in this chapter, Sonic and Amy are taking a short vacation at the Winterberg Chateau (yes, from the chao race arc in IDW). Sonic is reading a book about Greek mythology, for which I took actual excerpts from author Robert Graves’ The Greek Myths. The line, as written with the proper formatting, looks like this:

“From a union between Earth and Tartarus sprang the Giants and whatever Amy just mumbled, apparently.”

Amy, on the other side of the couch, has fallen asleep, and her little quirks keep distracting Sonic, much to his chagrin. Sonic tries to let her be, but finds himself repeatedly drawn to her. This line is probably the 3rd or 4th failed attempt at focusing on his book, and after this, he gives up and studies her appearance, reflecting on their closeness.

My goal with this scene was to demonstrate the pull that Amy has on Sonic—and that it’s getting stronger. By the end of this chapter (which has some tension and action), there’s a fundamental shift within Sonic and Amy’s dynamic as the cup of emotion starts to overflow.

“A breathless chuckle escapes me as three more tears slide down my face and into her quills. Only Amy, man.”

———

“I Love You-Come With Me”

What if when Sonic asks Amy to go with him on an adventure, she says yes? They’ve always been inseparable kindred spirits, but what exactly makes their bond so unique, and where do they make each other stronger?

This is my Sonamy Thesis. This is that story.

[kaijukebox]

For the hugs

Oliver Banks and Mike Crew?

It’s just I’m brainrotting so bad over them rn

Oh absolutely! I had this perfect reference ‘hug’ lying around and it made me giggle.

Thank you for the request! Hopefully this is adequate! I drew Mike once, a long time ago in passing, so I don’t have actual designs for either of them 😅 but I’m a big fan of ‘em both!

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Today’s Reference

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[player1064]

drabble request from @mruns:

Jamie getting upset that Gary hasn't displayed the snowglobe he got him anywhere (and Gary hoarding it away with all his other Jamie Treasures)

this somehow ended up.... a thousand words long??? and tooth-rottingly sweet, I'm afraid... enjoy!

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When they finish filming the Christmas special, someone suggests they keep the snow globe on set. Gary, after some grumblings about tacky nonsense messing up his classy interior design, sticks it on one of the shelves behind the bar and that’s where it sits throughout the whole next recording.

The week after, though, it’s gone without a word.

It’s not such a big deal, really: Gary’s fussy about everything looking just right for his show, so Jamie figures he’ll stick it somewhere that he’s not as particular about. His dressing room at Sky, maybe. That’s full of tat – ugly little bobble heads and the like.

Except, the next time Gary’s on Monday Night Football, Jamie comes up with an excuse to barge into his dressing room uninvited, and it’s not there either.

There’s a brief moment where he wonders if Gary’s thrown it out, but he quickly dismisses the thought. Gary doesn’t throw anything out, keeps things neatly packed away in his giant basement, just in case. He hadn’t even thrown out that stupid Baby Spice t-shirt, makes a point to wear it to bed when Jamie’s round just because he know it makes him laugh.

It’s stupid, really. Jamie knows it’s got to be somewhere, even if it’s just gathering dust in storage. Gary has a million different offices for his million different businesses, it could be in any one of those. It’s not a big deal. But it’s a niggle, one he can’t quite shake off once it’s gotten stuck in his head.

So, when one day he gets to Gary’s house before Gary’s home from work, he decides to hell with it and starts wandering in and out of each room, trying to see if it’s on a shelf or shoved into a cabinet somewhere. But his efforts remain fruitless, and he’s debating whether it’s morally acceptable to go to the basement and rifle through his boyfriend’s storage boxes when said boyfriend walks in and gives him a suspicious look.

“Are you doing a mischief?” he asks as he shrugs his coat off, still squinting at Jamie.

“Am I doing a – what does that even mean, ‘am I doing a mischief’, you weirdo.”

Gary wanders over to him and peers into his eyes for a moment, frowns, then just when Jamie is expecting some kind of hello kiss he pokes him in the stomach and moves away. “You look shifty, James, and not in your usual Scouser way. What’ve you done?”

“I’ve done nothin’,” Jamie argues. “I were just – looking for somethin’”

“Fer what,” Gary asks flatly, clearly unconvinced.

If he lies, Gary will know, and then he’ll definitely think Jamie is ‘doing a mischief’, so he ducks his head to hide his embarrassment and says “the snowglobe I got ya.”

“Why –” Gary starts, then his expression clears up and he tilts his head a bit, eyes soft, and sighs. “You nugget, you didn’t think I’d throw it away, did you? D’you really think I’m so heartless?”

Jamie keeps on staring at the floor, mumbles something in reply about how it would’ve been nice if he’d at least pretended to like it.

He hears Gary huff in frustration, then feels his fingers wrap around Jamie’s wrist and tug, leading him up to the master bedroom and into his walk-in wardrobe.

Gary lets go of his wrist once they’re inside and leaves Jamie standing uselessly in the middle of the room, watching as his boyfriend shoves some hanging clothes to the side of their rack and reaches up to get something from behind.

“Honestly,” he’s muttering to himself as he goes, “anyone’d think I were a monster, t’ way you go on. Never take you out, never cook you dinner, throw away the ugly and childish but actually quite thoughtful gifts you give me… your mates must think you’re a saint, putting up w’me all this time.”

He sounds more amused than upset, but Jamie still worries, so he reaches a hand out, says “Gary –” but is cut off by Gary tutting and shaking his head.

“No, no, what’s it to little old heartless me,” he says, turning to Jamie with a battered old shoebox in his hands. There’s a twinkle in his eye, and a gentle smirk as he holds it out for Jamie to take. “Go on then, you numpty.”

He opens up the box, and there’s the snowglobe: resting on top of what at first glance looks like a pile of junk. There’s an old Sky lanyard, some of those little individually-wrapped tea bags like you get in hotels. There’s a t-shirt, carefully folded but still recognisable as an old Liverpool one that Jamie had shrunk in the wash years ago, that he’d made Gary change into once after they’d been stuck out in the rain and he’d asked to borrow some dry clothes. There’s all sorts of random junk, things that Jamie barely recognises. A napkin, with the name of a restaurant printed on it in Spanish. A matchday programme, the cover creased and fading in some spots. The player in the photo on the front of it is long retired now, so the programme’s gotta be a few years old.

Ten years old, Jamie realises, feeling a warm jolt in his stomach. “This is from –”

Gary’s not looking at him, is staring down at his hands instead, cracking his knuckles. “Match we watched together, day before our first show. D’you remember?”

“’Course I do,” Jamie breathes, looking down at the box of junk and then back up at Gary. “You sentimental old fart, I can’t believe you – even then, really?”

“Yeah, well.” Gary looks at him with a sheepish smile, scratches at the back of his head. “I dunno. Guess you made an impression.”

“Christ, lad. I love you too, y’know.”

“Easy now, James,” Gary says, but he’s smiling, looping his arms over Jamie’s shoulders. “I’d be careful bandying words like that around, ‘specially to a filthy Manc. Wouldn’t want to have to get you sectioned.”

He doesn’t say it. Neither of them do, that often. But Jamie hears it all the same.

[thedrotter]

re:kinder goofy (for the most part) doodle dump !!! last two are from. five months ago when i was barely starting to draw these characters but i found them amusing 😊 enjoy snacks

[saveraedae]

OO do u have any more designs like that you can post?👀

I have lots of designs I made that aren't specifically for the show that I haven't posted actually. (So if you guys want more, ask and I shall supply. :))

Here's Luke as a kid too! (I had designed him and Ash's younger designs on the same canvas LOL)

i imagine he is like the exact opposite of Ben in the sense that when he was younger his hair was longer and then when he was older he was randomly like 'damn nvm fuck this' (Maybe they bonded over that, who knows)

[leavingautumn13]

request: could i get fo4 piper dressed as the silver shroud pretty please 🤞

it's a good look on her!