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itsquakey · 1 day ago

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The really really dumb Kirby weapon theory/prediction plus the ramblings of a crazy person

After putting this aside for a while despite bringing it up a couple times I am finally putting together this stupid theory I've had since Forgotten land came out. The weapons that the mage sisters have always been on my mind thanks to the fact that I personally think they're a very small reveal of what's to come about a tiny detail of the future.

To start-the three mage sisters each have their own weapon they use.

Zan Partizanne has a Partisan, Flamberge has a Flamberge, Francisca has a francisca (actually it's a double headed axe but we will refer to it as both here).

Nothing really special.

Though my interest in these weapons changed with The forgotten land and Elfilis. Elfilis also wields a partisan. This kinda piqued my interest? Out of all weapons they choose one this boss would share with someone else? Knowing how this series (unfortunately) works the similarity is likely on purpose. So basically what I'm saying is the next two final bosses in the next mainline series entries will be wielding a flamberge and a francisca/double headed axe. I also believe that the next two bosses will be of 'different matter' as apposed to void termina's dark matter and whatever you wanna say Elfilis is. I also believe Morpho will be after those fellas as well. Wouldn't make sense for it to stop at Galacta and Elfilis, and since it seems to be...somewhat friendly with Kirby? Enough to allow Kirby to have some of its power with the Morpho upgrades. I doubt it'll be after them anytime soon. If anything I think their relationship with Kirby will be similar to Kirby's relationship with Meta.

I have a few ideas as well but they're kinda just. Theories without substance.

Morpho could be after the four heroes of yore. Taking Galacta (who we know is a hero of yore), Elfilis (A harder thing to prove, we never saw them using heart spears), and wherever the other two are if they're still alive. A better theory would be that Morpho happens to respond to changes in the air when galaxy-threatening level things show their face and deals with them itself. Or maybe Morpho follows Kirby around because it knows trouble is drawn to the kid. I still really like the idea that Morpho IS Galacta. That's why they look similar(ish). Maybe Morpho/Galacta is out for revenge or something. But it's Kirby. We have not idea what is happening anyway.

Another theory is that the three weapons of the mage sister reference the other three weapons used by the heroes of yore. Galacta has his lance, then one would have a partisan, one a flamberge, and one a francisca/double-headed axe....Is what I would say if it wasn't for the concept art book. There's a part in the book that has an unusual emphasis on three weapon designs. I just noticed it as I write this, and it's interesting.

The double-headed axe, the Partisan, and the bow and arrow. No other weapon Void Termia uses gets this treatment. These also could be the weapons the three other heroes used. There's a weird absence of a lance though maybe that's on purpose. I kinda like the idea that we only know Galacta was a hero, and the other three are left unknown with only their weapons proving their existence. I wonder though if there's a reason we only know for sure who one of the heroes was. Either they're just making shit up as it goes or they have an idea of what they want to either.

TLDR: I think the next final bosses will either use the two other weapons of the mage sisters or the two weapons we see Void Termina use. (Elfilis already has the partisan)

Either way HAL please hire me I need that game in the past about the ancients with Galacta as a main character and I can make it for you I swear.

#kirby #void termina #fecto elfilis #galacta knight #morpho knight #mage sisters #zan partizanne #flamberge #francisca kirby #kirby star allies #kirby and the forgotten land #rambles

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olderthannetfic · 9 hours ago

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Be me.

Make what amounts to an art shitpost on tumblr for a podcast fandom, with a somewhat messy sketch of them in profile staring at one another and a caption about how I only came up with designs for these characters so I could draw ship art.

Post gets three notes. That’s fine. I understand based on the reception I’m getting for the fanfic of these two and how their individual art did that while people like these characters individually, I’m basically the only person who desperately needs them to bang. Most of my art gets seen by almost no one anyway, this was a sketchy shitpost that didn’t have great art to begin with, I’m cool with that.

So anyway yesterday I opened up a newsletter from this podcast and there that art was—complete with shitpost caption because the link had pulled it.

Anyway this should be illegal and I’m never making my ship art easy for these people to find again. No more tags. I don’t care if no one sees it, I just don’t want to be jump-scared by my own half-assed art and shitposting again in an official publication of the thing I’m making art for, and especially not without warning.

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biblicallyaccuratemoth · 2 days ago

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I had a twin sister growing up. She might still be alive idk I lost touch after I ran away and joined the army. I mean I talked to her once after she turned 26 and had also finally ran away from home(ran she ran away at 26 our parents were Jehovah witnesses) I think she might be dead now but that’s ok she would poke me with a knife in my sleep to wake me up to just tell me she was gonna cut off my fingers and shove them down a hole so we like close when we were kids really. Anywho I came out as trans recently and seeing your comic with your twin made me think maybe my sister just didn’t wana brother and that’s why she was mean to me and I wish I had the chance to of been her sister. Anyway i sincerely love your blog and it has helped a lot with things i been going through and your art is amazing!

I've been staring at this for a few weeks, now, trying to think of what I want to say. I hope she's still alive, at least. I'm sorry about all the experiences you had with her, that's not something anyone should be subjected to. Especially from a family member.

I hope that your found family is kinder. People deserve kindness. I'm glad my art has been helping, and I hope it continues to do so!

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thereoncewasagirlnamedjane · 2 days ago

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you’re a mean one.

‣ pairing — lloyd hansen x doctor f!reader

‣ contents — oneshot, coarse language, rom-com vibes??? dark but soft??? new year special, allusions to violence, blood/injury, fluff, and i would say morally grey protagonists but tbh there’s really nothing grey about them.

‣ summary — they say that there’s nothing more frightening than a pissed off, gun-wielding, profusely-bleeding lloyd hansen who’s trying to be nice… except, maybe, for his equally unstable doctor.

‣ word count — 1.8k (omg finally a short one!!)

‣ notes — this is my first time writing for lloyd and it was so much fun, even if writing a rom-com style piece for a couple of psychopaths is still extremely hard lmao. i might make this AU a ~thing~ later, although i’m still a bit unsure 👀 anyway, happy new year, my loves! bonus points if you can pinpoint my pushing daisies reference 🤭

✩ read on ao3 ✩ janie’s masterlist ✩ library blog

Lloyd stares down at the brown file folder lying open on the kitchen counter, your picture pinned to the inside flap, pondering how quickly even the most carefully laid plans can change.

Because you were supposed to be the means to an end. He’s been doing this a very long time and he’s since learned, that for men like Sierra Six, it always comes down to sentiment. According to Carmichael’s intel, before you left the CIA for the private sector in search of more, let’s say, lucrative work, you and Court Gentry had quite the history—the sordid romantic kind, the kind that’s the easiest to exploit.

Lloyd scoffs, his hand tightening around his wine glass. The thought of you in bed with that rogue CIA shitbag makes him physically ill, and he quickly throws back the remainder of his drink to push down the bile that’s rising in his throat.

You were supposed to be bait. Lloyd was to kidnap you and hold you hostage, use you to lure Gentry out into the open. It’s a classic move; it had worked so swimmingly—er, for the most part—with Fitzroy and his niece, after all.

But he’s made a devastating miscalculation.

He failed to consider how different you’d be compared to what was written about you on paper. He already knew you were probably decent, if not outright good, at your job, but to be singlehandedly the most talented surgeon he’s ever met? And he’s met a lot of them, given his line of work. At the very least, you are a million leagues ahead of his previous physician; casualties have gone down drastically since you came around.

And even though he’s been shot, stabbed, and shivved more times than he can count, he can barely even see the scars those wounds left behind. Your sutures are impeccable, each stitch immaculate and uniform, like a work of fucking art—and he’s not exactly the kind of man who’s known for appreciating art.

Not to mention you are absolutely fearless. The day you met, when he’d slapped those handcuffs on you and pressed the barrel of his gun to your temple, demanding your cooperation or else he’d splatter the walls with your pretty little brains, you simply smirked and said, “I don’t know, Mr… Hansen, was it? I only bow down to one master.”

He almost swore.

“Talk dirty to me then, sweetheart,” he quipped back, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear, not expecting you to lean in closer and press yourself to places you had no business touching.

“The almighty dollar,” you whispered, your beautiful face then splitting into a wide and menacing grin that matched his own. He felt a shiver shoot up his spine and almost ruined his favourite pair of pants on the spot. Lloyd took a deep whiff then, his nose buried in your hair, the sweet smell of your shampoo mixing with the distinct scent of batshit crazy. It made him a little lightheaded, to be honest.

To a mercenary like himself who’s loyalty also only ever lay with the highest bidder—and he uses the term “loyalty” with a very large grain of salt, the kind that’s less like a grain and more like those blocks they give cows to lick—you were a woman after his own damn heart.

He really had no choice then, did he, but to place you under his employ. Not only was he already in the market for a new doctor, he needed someone exactly like you—someone who showed no fear whenever Lloyd lost his temper and threw one of his infamous tantrums. Even Brewer would have to leave the room with a roll of her eyes, but the way her shoulders tensed up belying her discomfort… but you?

“Calm down and shut the fuck up already,” you’d tell him, looking bored as you carefully inspected your perfectly manicured nails, “or else I’ll pump you so full of ketamine your pathetic little heart explodes.”

You’d then bat away the barrel of his gun that he points at you in anger, calling him a goddamn drama queen. You never bat an eyelash whenever he returns to the base with someone else’s blood splattered all over his clothes, some of it even dripping from the ends of his hair.

And on occasions when he does return all banged up and cut open, you’d giggle manically as you unravelled a roll of gauze, bundling the strands together in a tight wad before unceremoniously jamming it into his wounds. He’d scream in surprise and agony, a litany of curses bouncing off the walls while you ordered some nearby men to hold him down by the shoulders. Once it was over, with Lloyd panting through the pain and sweat dotting his hairline, you’d unabashedly boop him on the nose with a proud grin.

“Here you go, Boss Man,” you’d cackle, pulling off the plastic off a lollipop and shoving the candy into his mouth, sugar mixing with iron on his tongue. “For being such a good boy.”

If anyone else spoke to him the way you do, they would already be sinking to the bottom of the harbour. Whenever he threatens to end your insolent, insignificant life with a simple wave of his hand—because what exactly did you think happened to his old doctor?—you’d laugh right in his face as though you don’t believe him.

You really are fucking insane, aren’t you?

Lloyd rules over his criminal syndicate with an iron fist, a notoriously short fuse of a temper, and a penchant for holding grudges for as long as it suits him. It’s why, even though it’s been weeks now since he last saw signs of Sierra Six in the vicinity, he should still be more than determined to use you to get even.

All good things to those who wait, after all, and Lloyd definitely knows how to savour a meal.

He’s killed countless times before and slept soundly afterward, sometimes pulling the trigger so casually he didn’t even bother looking at his target. He’s never had any moral qualms about using people to get what he wants, then disposing of them once they were no longer useful. You wouldn’t be the first, and you certainly would not be the last. He can make it so that nobody even knows you’re missing, and he should, by all means, enjoy every last delicious second of it.

So, why?

Why, if he is all those things and more, are you somehow the dangerous one?

Because, a voice taunts him, a voice he’s both thrilled and loathed to realize is none other than his own… wait, what’s the opposite of a conscience?

You won’t do a damned thing. Not now, and not ever. Lloyd picks up your file and, after a few more seconds of meaningless contemplation, he tosses it into the nearby fireplace. He watches, growing more satisfied by the second, as the flames lick at and curl the edges of the pages, the logs popping and crackling until there’s nothing left but cinders and ashes.

Because you and everyone else in this godforsaken place is wrapped around her tiny little finger. Everyone at the mansion straightens and practically salutes when you pass, some of them staring after you longingly as you walk by. Men hardened by years of service, disillusioned by a government that was more than happy to use them for their own means and then leave them to fend for themselves once they were back on home soil, simper and whine just for a few seconds of your attention.

It makes him fucking seethe, so much so that he’s made sure to threaten every single one of them with acid poured into the empty eye sockets—oh, because they will be empty once he’s scooped the eyeballs out of their heads with a dull and rusty melon baller—of the next person who makes heart eyes at you.

After all, while they say that near death experiences can change a man, it can’t change him that much.

“You’re not supposed to be drinking yet,” your voice drifts into the kitchen, prompting him to turn around and smirk when he sees you leaning against the doorway, that blasted white coat doing things to him it shouldn’t be. You glance around, noting the lit candles and chilled champagne, smile growing wider when you smell a roast cooking in the oven. “And here I was thinking you only ever call on me when you’re bleeding or dying.”

“You’re my doctor, that’s kind of how it works,” Lloyd snarks, knowing that, if he’s lucky, you’ll make him pay for that comment later. “And I’m not dyin’ anytime soon, cupcake.”

“Is that right,” you chortle, striding closer to pour yourself a glass of wine. The movement jostles your coat open enough that he can see your outfit underneath, the same one you’d been wearing when you stitched him up the other night. “So, this isn’t your blood that came out of a giant hole someone cut into your body, staining all of my nice clothes?”

“Occupational hazard, but if it makes you feel better—” and since when did he care about what made people feel better? “—I’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe,” he offers, eyes trailing up the shape of your thighs, the mouthwatering curve of your hips, his hand finding its way into the delicious dip of your waist. For the first time in his life, Lloyd is seriously considering honouring a promise.

“You certainly know the way to my heart,” you turn around in his arms and loop one arm around his waist. He yelps when you press at his wound, the skin healing well but still tender. God damn, he thinks as he watches your gaze darken; it actually gets your rocks off when he’s in pain, doesn’t it? “Looks like you’ll live another day, at least.”

“Oh, fuck off,” he can’t help but quip. The oven timer goes off suddenly, at the exact same time the clock strikes twelve. “Now get your claws off me, you sick freak, or the food’s gonna burn.”

Despite the colourful nicknames, you seat yourself at the table and softly hum your approval, sounding much more pleased than offended. And Lloyd knows he’s just as crazy as you are, even though there really hadn’t been much doubt, because he proceeds to serve you dinner in full view of his henchmen. He doesn’t think they’ve ever seen him set foot in the kitchen once since he started this little business of his, but tonight they will learn.

You are his, the Harley to his Joker, a tenacious but not so delicate flower blooming in the concrete. Tonight, he finally makes that clear to everyone who’s around to see, and they all have no choice but to bow down to the newly minted queen of his castle.

“Happy new year, Boss Man,” you grin, “think we’ll make it to the next one?”

“Maybe,” he considers before clinking his wine glass against yours, leaning in close enough to taste the dessert off your lips, “no thanks to you, sunshine.”

It earns him another pinch, but damn it all if he doesn’t like it.

fin.

afterword — not me finding new ways to incorporate food as a love language in my stories 🙈 i can’t help it, okay???

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x f!reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x asian!reader #lloyd hansen oneshot #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen #new years fic #go frost yourself! winter event

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the-thieves-gambit · 2 days ago

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"Ah, so you admit you just try to be the opposite of other guys to show that 'you're not like other guys'. Noted." It was a joke as she shook her head. "Knew you'd slip up sooner or later." It was her turn to scoff. "One of the biggest? I should be the biggest." Perhaps if she kept it up she would be one of the things that annoyed him so much that he'd eventually tire of her.

For a moment she thought he'd finally give in to sleep until he banged on the wall. Laughing at the words that came from his mouth, slightly awakening Dolly who just readjusted before closing her eyes again, she said. "How would you know if that was right or not, what if they were just like, lets pretend and get this over with? What makes you the master of other peoples sex lives?" Moving to lay on her side with one arm around Dolly, she propped her phone against a book on her nightstand and resumed absentmindedly petting and scratching behind the dogs ear. "It's okay, she was too good for them anyway. She'd be like Dug from Up, being bullied by the dogs that take themselves to seriously." Another movie that she had recently watched with her nephew over an app that they had found to be able to watch movies together. "Ugg, fjandans," she muttered rolling her eyes. "Forget I said anything, put your face under the pillow instead. I don't want to see any piece of your face. In fact end this video call." Her hands came up, one to cover Dolly's face and one over hers, it was childish but she was also tired.

The irritation didn't last long, softening at his words. "You're looking at it right now. There's not much to miss. Ah, just say you're just waiting to see me be scared of an animal." Blue. 55. "Hmm, I'll have to look over where I keep your stuff. I usually don't pay attention to the things you leave behind, just make sure its clean and put it on the shelf in the hallway for you to take later. And if it is lost, then it's on you for not keeping better track of it. Can't help it if the dryers in the laundromat down the street have a tendency of eating clothes." She was teasing, she remembered the exact sweater, she had laughed as she folded it.

A cave was still not her idea of an adventure, but she was sure that once she showed what a bore she was with the animal thing, that he would cancel the cave thing too. "Sure," she covered up a yawn. "Why the hell not." Snuggling closer to Dolly, she gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Dolly will come with us right? If she comes I'll be fine." That was a lie but focusing on something else would help. "And I bail when I want. No promise of sticking the thing out. I don't like caves. What makes it so special anyway? Caves are caves, unless you're talking about a cenote, then I'm out. I don't mess with that." Jennifer's tales of Chaak lurking in them, along with some used as burial places and deemed sacred kept her out of them as a kid and stuck with her into adult hood. As much as she didn't believe in a religion of a kind, she respected what people deemed sacred.

"You know what we should do," she offered up. "Go to the Art Museum. I think they have a new exhibit." Then she perked up slightly. "Or see a lighthouse!" But even then it was a small exclamation, having Dolly around to keep her still gave her no other choice but to give in to the ache inside and sleep instead of wander around. After stifling another yawn, she added. "You said there were more around here right?"

"Fair but that still doesn't take away from the fact that I don't tune you out when you talk. Can you imagine how big of an asshole I'd be if I'd pull what every other nonsense guy pulls." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. Even though she couldn't see him. Green eyes were the only visible color in the dark.

He scoffed and covered up a sneeze. "You are one of the biggest smartasses I know," he laughed just thinking of all the ways she'd challenge him and would take zero shit. "Excuse me then, you're the brunette Scully. Your quote on quote hot women of America will find their people. I have no doubt." He propped himself up on his elbows as he momentarily looked up at the ceiling and pounded the wall. The couple next to his room were having sex and he had spent the better part of the hour hearing the partner try to get to a specific spot. Wally being over it he yelled out a loud, "left! Left, my man." After a second he heard a grunt in the form of a thank you and the other person yelling an enthusiastic yes, finally. The fact he could tell from a wall over and without looking at whatever the fuck was happening over there was a testament to how many times he had to hear his siblings get it on from their adjoining rooms when they went on vacation.

Going back to Dolly he hummed. "She may have failed the class but she was very smart and knew what to do. She was just too sweet. As you can see by her snuggling up to you." He laughed finding amusement in her words. "Ah so you want to look into my eyes. I knew it." There was a sweet satisfaction over knowing she liked the hair parted and liked to see his eyes.

"Because I missed seeing your face. It's been a long week and I honestly can't wait to get home and get to our adventure week."he answered honestly. Though he knew she wasn't truly asking. "Yes, there. It's dark blue but not navy and it has the etchings of the 55th anniversary on the back. No, it's not Mickey. That one is at Melissa's house. She never gave it back. This one has Pooh Bear and Tigger on the log from splash mountain. I had it on that night I brought you that case of the stolen artifacts from the Natural History Museum. I wasn't in my suit so I came with that hoodie. You better not have lost it."

"You enter and walk about i don't know maybe, 4 feet and go around the corner to find lights. I don't think it's that deep. Mostly inclusive for everyone. According to the website no low ceilings and no crawling spaces where you'd feel trapped. I think thatd be a major turn off for people who hate enclosed spaces. Is this you being more warmed up to the idea? Thumb is over the book button."

#v. main | elizabeth #the hoodie collection grows!#Dolly is their first furchild and she doesn't even realize it. lol #TONTA!#omg long hair and future liz are bestest of friends #lol the fact that dolly being around actually makes her sleep makes me laugh #she cant' go out and be a dumbass.

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myokk · 12 hours ago

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I love you all so much🥹♥️♥️♥️

@thingsmaygetalittlecrazy @n0va25 @ravenwind-75 @rypnami @okeydokeylackey @honeyed-blossom @light-of-the-room YOU ARE ALL SO SO SO SWEET FOR TAGGING ME🥹🫂🫂♥️♥️😭♥️😭😭🫂🫂🫂

When I joined the fandom in April/May of last year, I didn’t expect for it to become This. I’m normally just a lurker online, posting with 0 engagement and having a lot of fun seeing everytbing anyways, but leaving comments and seeing everything you all post while I drink my morning coffee has become the highlight of my day!!! I genuinely love talking and connecting with all of you so so so much♥️♥️♥️

Special shoutout to my Canadian alter-ego yapping gremlin @choccy-milky (im almost back🤭😈) you’ve made being in this fandom so much fun!!!

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At the end of the day I’m just one girl who comes on here when i have a bit of free time, in addition to writing, creating little fanarts, and doing a million other things that have nothing to do with this fandom (plus work boooooooooooo🥲). So I’ll always be here when I’m able to & support you all♥️♥️♥️🫂🫂🫂 I’m excited to see what 2025 has in store!🙏

#im not reblogging that long post😆😆😆 but thank you I love all of you so much♥️

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swifty-fox · 37 minutes ago

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hey! i came from ao3 from a fic you did probably like 9 months ago called little beast, and HOLY SHIT. U ATE W THAT LIKE HANDS DOWN TOP 3 CLEGAN FICS EVER. but anyways at the end of the fic u said how you had drawn bucky on your tumblr and i spent a lot of time looking for it but i couldn’t find it. i really would love to see it! thanks for considering me from a fellow mota addict lmao

Wahhh you are so sweet!!!! All my John art for little beasts is here below:

which i also recorded myself drawing

I hope you check out the rest of the installments and sit tight for part six which I am working on was we speak!!

#swiftytalks #little beasts #clegan

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thatcharmingjerk · 2 years ago

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Nick Cave's Devil series 1/2

#here yous go!!!!!#im obsessed!!!!!#nick cave #devil #my life #anyways these are the arts i came to see!!#i adore these 😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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artdolliewishes · 2 days ago

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I REMEMBER THE KALIM DRAWING, I think it was prompted by something we were talking about but I can’t remember what it was specifically.

However I DO remember what prompted the heartbroken Ace drawing AND the animation I know you made. For all those who are wondering, it was a discussion about Deuce confessing first, pretty much entirely on impulse, during the school’s trip to the museum where they have their Platinum Suit Birthday vignettes. I’ve always seen that as more of a school trip than something specific to the birthday boy.

Anyways you would be running late and Deuce would stay behind so you could catch up with the others together, but when he sees you in your own Platinum getup(whether that be a silver dress or a suit like the others, or maybe a combination of both a suit and a dress), he’d just be overwhelmed by how amazing you look and confess right there on the spot cause he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You accept his confession and when you meet up with Ace, he asks why the two of you look so happy he’s not at all jealous why do you ask? Deuce and you already decided to keep the relationship a secret for a while cause it came on a little sudden, but as you two walk away Ace sees Deuce hold onto your waist or back and he just knows what happened.

Cue Heartbroken Ace who’s heart makeup just won’t stop breaking in the middle 😢

Anyways, I love the thick line art you used for the Trey doodle, it looks more striking and bold! And the way you colored the Azul doodle is beautiful! The over saturation of the colors might be useful when drawing…something 👀👀👀

Lovely art as always!!

Chat, as an artist, I tend to draw. Shocker I know. Some stuff never makes it past drafting tho, so I wanna share it here lmfao, these plans or scenarios may be revisited later on yknow, you never know with me and rehashing ideas :P

Kalim, what can I say. I swear this was for a convo I had with my pookie @artdolliewishes bur I do not remember, it's so fucking funny who WHY IS HE LOLKING LIEK THAT-

Next is also a drawing from our endless convos, a matching phoencharm idea for adeuce and you, specifically in the tattoo au as to show that adeuce won, leading to more desperate forms of trying to get you for themselves from the rest fo the students.

Once again from a convo believe. Why they looking like that tho? Idk they're ugly.

This is how Ace looks when he gets rejected trust, this is ace heartbreak. I swear I have this animated somewhere I'll see if I can find it.

Next, this I believe was a loooooong post idea where you do a "hear me out" cake with adeuce, only for them to each whip out a pic of you and put on the cake (as a sort of confession), leading to the other reacting about the confession and said trend. Either was gonna make you get together with adeuce or just leave it up to interpretation.

Next was the "invented " designs of the characters (aka "we have twst at home"), this still makes me crack up

Next was a scenario with yan Riddle. This one is pretty old, seen as I used the coloring brush as lineart instead of my dumbass ms paint brush. I still like it tho, but eh.

Same with this Trey drawing. I believe I was gonna make him "you can trust me, im an ordnary older brother achtype and totally normal" like he wouldn't lick your teeth when you kiss him.

I also have this really fucking dumb artwork of azul in my sensory overload (YABABAINA esk) style, he is so colorful mmm I love :P this style is just so fun to draw in trust

And I think that's all, I swear I have more shit stashed away I just can't find it lmfao- but yeah hope you all enjoy.

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