#concept sasha

[marzinstarz]

Hey as you noticed I've discovered your art recently and I'm impressed with how well you can pull of the your style and so because of that I wanted to ask you for this thing I've been scared for awhile. It's a fusion between the older version of Sasha from Amphibia (since that design is perfect) and bill cipher from gravity falls Yeah I know a fusion between these 2 is weird but I thought it'd be cool so if you don't mind please try it!

RAH TY! HERE SHE IS- wasnt sure whether you meant future sasha or s3 sasha but i wanted an excuse to draw concept sasha so i took it and ran with it haha

[bennyboybenniest]

Guess whose cracked open Magnus archives

Not sure if this is the best thing for my art block or the worst thing for projects :|

He’s sweaty I like him ^

MARTINS SO HOLDABLE I WANT HIM AND I WANNA BE HIM

*throws up crying sobbing pissing shitting wailing and flailing*

Love the emotional support lesbians, (Daisys voice got me down bad the most tho, it was so set apart and monotone-)

Designs will def differ cuz.. im eating up all of the fan art and screaming about differing things so yippie yippie!! :D

Old men are next :)c

[unlimitedbutchworks]

like do you remember a few years back how popular lesbian blogs would come out as bi after a while and then immediately be subject to a wave of hate asks about how they’re personally ruining and soiling the lesbian identity and drive them to delete/remake? actually I’m speaking in past tense but people literally still do this

[maplemaplemaplemaplemaple]

theyre so insufferable ilove them more than anything

[art-is-kayos]

I am not immune to cute character with three lines

[coff33andb00ks]

📝 + Lewis doing domestic things around the house. like he’d probably let you sleep in whilst he goes and makes you breakfast and then you’d both spend the day doing chores but taking time to love up on each other as well, sneaking kisses in etc urgh 🥹

I love slice of life stuff UGGGHHH but Lewis???

You'd probably be surprised at how normal he is. Like the man's got more money than I'll ever see but he grew up poor, he's not gonna throw his money away on things he can do for himself (and let's be real he spends the bulk of his money on his amazing fits).

You know you told him to wake you up early so you could deal with some household chores. He definitely agreed, and then slipped out of bed and let you sleep in while he took Roscoe for his morning walk and fed him, has his morning workout, and you're starting to stir while he fixes breakfast and your morning tea (you don't know what he does to it but it always tastes better when he makes it for you).

He loves to spoil you and would gladly spend every bit of his money making you happy but you don't want things you just love him - your relationship is so Paper Rings coded - so he spoils you the best way he knows how.

It's a quiet day at him, the kind of day you truly love, comfort movies playing while you do the laundry. Lewis is the only person who can properly fold a fitted sheet, and he laughs at you when you intentionally mess it up so he has to do it again. Roscoe gets a burst of energy and tears through the house with a sock, and Lewis pulls you into his lap for a quick cuddle while you're surrounded by piles of folded laundry.

A long walk with Roscoe, fingers loosely linked as you chat about the upcoming week's plan. You fall in love all over again when Lewis plucks a late blooming flower and tucks it in your hair.

Music plays in the kitchen while you cook dinner. Constant delays because Lewis can't keep his hands off you. Stolen kisses and darling dance with me it's our song and every song is your song, and by the time the meal is cooked you're both content to stand at the counter and eat. Barely talking between bites, his smile almost constant because oh how he adores moments like this, he treasures them like he treasures you.

[cabinette]

I consistently think about OG sasha being a tgirl and NotSasha being a cis girl. Isn't that so interesting genderwise. It's that change, that yearning, something that means to invent yourself and become something other but it becomes entirely flipped on its head when the rest of the context is taken into account. All her gender goals suddenly realised but its not HER whos reaping that euphoria. And the people who remember her are so confused when people say "Well she's always been this way." and it's just. oh hey sasha did you get top surgery. i didn't know you started E. thats nice. something feels different about you for some reason. oh it must be the new makeup. Then when the realisation hits you've been celebrating this caricature of her. this creature that doesn't even understand how much this would have mattered to her. In a fucked up way it presented as this idealistic version of her that she never got to experience. Thats not HER maybe at some point in time this is what she WANTED to be. but thats not her. She couldn't have that.

[mynameisvarian]

CCGC Sprites Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

[sashannarcycanon]

OH MY GOD. OH MY GODD

IM LATE BUT FUCK ITT

Im inlove w marcys gloves

[sarcasticscribbles]

shout out to whoever found my sasha the archivist playlist, I will not explain any of the songs yet

[backpackingspace]

listen listen I think Tim and Sasha should be in their 40s. And then you just have this obviously 20 something year old who's now THEIR BOSS claiming is 38 as if they can't spot a fresh out of college baby a mile away

[pedroam-bang]

Psychonauts HQ Lobby - Psychonauts 2 (2021)

[bennyboybenniest]

MONSTER SKETCHES LETS GOOOOOOO:

Humanoid monsters are hard, especially when ONE motherfucker keeps BREAKING the concept of IDENTITY, MICHEAL- make it harder why don’t you >:T

[sapphanimates]

yay :>

[strawbebbiesart]

downstream 🫧🪸

[coff33andb00ks]

📝 + protective dad!charles who would do anything for his kids to maintain their privacy. I feel like he’d probably get into heated arguments with paparazzi etc too

Join me at the 1k bonfire

Ohhhh dad!charles is something I haven't written (yet) but I am champing at the bit to do so--

Charles absolutely values his privacy. One of the (non tax evasion) perks of living in Monaco is their very stringent anti-paparazzi laws, but alas they're everywhere else in the world. Yes he's allowed cameras into the apartment to film bits for tv but he's always been very careful about what is shown, and once you're pregnant he'd put an immediate end to that.

(Related: he would also be overprotective of you from the moment the test is positive! Constantly fretting about fans getting too close, whether you're getting enough to eat, resting enough. He would be talking to the baby immediately, and whenever you're close enough his hand would be resting on your baby. "Mon couer," he'd whisper to you. "Mon âme," he'd whisper to the bump. {My heart. My soul.})

He's also a completely devoted father and partner so he doesn't think twice about flying the kids and you with him to race weekends. He wants them to love racing as much as he does but more importantly just needs them - and you, I guess - in his vicinity. It's a running joke among the grid that he always performs his best when his family is at the race. He can't control the cameras and photographers and fans getting pictures of you and the kids at the track and he doesn't like it but he understands it's unavoidable.

Off the track, however, he wants them all to leave his family alone. Devoted father, remember? So race weekends have family fun squeezed in whenever possible - parks and museums and aquariums and the like. He wants them to grow up normal. And usually you're left alone. Fans might snap a quick picture but for the most part they're respectful. (Footage exists of Charles cursing out a pushy fan in three languages. Your third child was conceived that night, but that's another story.)

The paparazzi though? They're not respectful. Cameras flashing and clicking while you and Charles walk into a restaurant with your children. Charles's jaw twitches but he relaxes during dinner. It's not until you're leaving and the flashes and clicking start up again that he loses his temper. He tries to keep his cool, though, he's not that hotheaded—

Until one of the bastards pushes close to the kids, and his little souls are frightened. Charles's first priority is getting them and you into the waiting car, and he's not shy about pushing back at them. Once you and the kids are safe, he's livid. Cursing, yelling, shoving when they crowd close to the car. Cameras will get broken. He will not care. "Leave my children alone," he warns, his voice dangerously low and calm before he gets into the car.

Baby number four is definitely conceived that night, but again that's another story