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Little Phantom Papyrus (*´꒳`*)♡
#zu art#comic#rock band#murder!sans#phantom!papyrus#undertale#undertale au#utmv#he's not part of the main storyline but we'll see him again <3#additional but unused info: Horror has an older brother; Killer has no siblings; Cross – ?#ah right also Nightmare still has Dream xp
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BOOM I’m on a roll >:)
Really enjoyed picking out a color pallete for him that strays from pastels!
#lonesome west#lonesome west dream#undertale au#undertale#utmv au#utmv#utau#dream sans#dreamtale#western au#underverse#he also has a hat#he just chooses to wear the band more because it means more to him#hippie sheriff was the vibes 😏
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guys new troll twins au update, they eat him
#trolls#trolls band together#troll twins au#i swear to god this is a shitpost please do not actually take this serious#or do#live your dreams#floyd trolls#velvet and veneer
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Gawd I’ve been meaning to post this for 10 years now-
@zeddyzi 🖤🖤🖤
#poor video in my drafts ‘oh I should post that-‘#doesn’t post it for months🫵#anyway this came to me in a dream-#ramshackle#ramshackle show#ramshackle pilot#zeddyzi#ramshackle stone#ramshackle vinnie#ramshackle skipp#skipp ramshackle#vinnie ramshackle#stone ramshackle#indie animation#youtube animation#stone#skipp#vinnie#band au#meme#art meme#tiktok#capcut#emo#art#my artwork#my art#fanart#artists on tumblr#camiposts
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The freaks are here yall 💙💚✨ ( @wolflyndraws au :))
#peepers art#wolflyn’s band au#dream fanart#dream#georgenotfound fanart#gnf fanart#dnf fanart#dreamblr
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The past JD ex's who got back together with him club. I feel like they'd have a lot to talk about
Freesia is @zivazivc
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls band together#ive been thinking about her recently#ao i had to draw her XD#theres a few other creators whose characters im itching to draw#so when i get the chamce its so pver for you guys#but anyway#i love freesias design#idk how exactly these two would fully interact#their reasons for breaking up with JD are very different#Jade left due to the fact that the stress of the band and his family was obviously taking a toll on their relationship#lile he wasnt letting her help him and pushing her away#and she didnt want to get in the way of him trying to achieve his dream and fixing things with his family#so they split due to that#and then Freesia left due to JD having to parent his siblings and she did not sign up to be their mom#their JDs would be very different as well if we go by the n2 au where Jades JD came back after 2 years#while Freesias was gone for 20#also Jade is eating one of Freesias famous brownies#and she is loving it#anyway#hope you guys enjoy#teehee#also i did accidentally make jades head a lil too big#but ive made my bed so i will lie in it
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RULE BREAKER (M)
PAIRING: rockstar!mark lee & fem!reader
GENRE: rockstar au! band au! pwop
SUMMARY: another city, another girl, another broken rule.
WC: 3.3k
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & drugs, cursing, explicit sexual content, fingering, pretty tame smut ngl, spanking, choking, hair pulling
NOTE: this was just to get me back in the groove of smut writing since it's been a couple months. this is also a submission for @nctpromptmeme . this is prompt 1 of this list!
mark lee knows it’s against the rules to take a fan backstage.
it’s not the venues rules. staff members barely spare a glance when he tangles his fingers in yours and pulls you down the nearly abandoned hallways just left of the stage. he doesn’t get a second look from a wandering sound engineer when he escorts you through the jungle of metal rails supporting the stage from beneath. and no one bats an eye when he slips past security to an empty green room nearing the back of the building.
it’s not his own personal rule either. mark has done this plenty of times; choosing someone within the first few rows at his concert, playing up the eye contact, having a security guard slip them a note telling them to wait up after the concert — and it almost never fails. after the band bids goodnight, and fans filter out on the street, mark hops back on stage to greet his lucky winner.
and they’re always there, eyes aglow with excitement and shock when they realize that yes, this was real. mark lee wants them for the night. leader of pop punk band parasocial wants to meet…y/n.
the taste of your name rolls off his tongue so beautifully, so intoxicatingly, he has to repeat it a few more times once the green room door is locked and the curtains are drawn — not too loudly though.
because while it might not be the venues rules, and it certainly isn’t his own, he promised his band mates this couldn’t happen. he swore up and down they wouldn’t become those kinds of rockstars. everyone knows the type — scandal starters, excessive partiers, seen with a bottle of alcohol or tightly wrapped blunt in hand, escorting fans backstage at every show to....well, to do exactly what he was doing right now.
but mark isn't stupid, so he hides it from his bandmates; despite them breaking the rules so brazenly. jaemin stacks up scandals like spare drum sticks, jeno gets off on the attention & fame, renjun self medicates with alcohol, and haechan couldn't be labeled as anything other than a junkie. but he can't be like that, because mark is the leader. the one that has to walk a straight line — at least in public.
so when he's finally locked away in private with his lucky hit, he let's go. there's no need to be an upstanding, careful leader — he can shake off the tension, relax his shoulders, and focus on what's right in front of him.
which, at the moment, just so happened to be you.
"you're gorgeous, you know that?" a tender hand tucks stray strands of hair behind your ear, "couldn't keep my eyes off you tonight."
you can't believe mark lee is right in front of you, touching you, praising you. it's every fantasy you've had of him rolled into one. so when his hands wash over your top, fitting themselves so perfectly on your waist, you giggle and take a little step forward. his body is warm, and he smells smoky with a tinge of bourbon, but what's catching you off guard is how much prettier he is up close. eyeliner is smudged underneath his lashes, and there's blue hair dye running down the side of his neck, on par with rivulets of sweat. the metal bar through his eyebrow is real, and when he flicks his tongue out to lick at his lips, you find a matching tongue piercing.
he loves this.
the wide eyes, taking him all in. the giddiness. the oh my god mark lee is touching me; and while he might not get off on it as much as jeno, he can't help the feeling rushing straight to his cock.
after a few beats of becoming completely starstruck by him, you respond, clasping tightly onto the front of his shirt, "i mean i'm not all that special, but you...." a blush warms your cheeks, "you're out of this world."
it's a reference to one of the songs he sang tonight, so he let's out a forced chuckle and mumbles the rest of the line, "if galileo could see you, he would fall to his knees." he catches himself by surprise when he slowly sinks down onto the floor, the cold tile seeping through the rips in his jeans. his fist curls around the waistband of your skirt, eyes raking your figure. hunger clouds his eyes, but you don't care.
you want this.
he almost thinks you're backing out when you clamp a hand around his arm, but then you say something that makes his head spin on it's shoulders, "you don't have to be gentle...."
it's the desire in your eye, the same glint that matches his own, that permisses him to yank the flimsy skirt down around your ankles, nearly throwing you off balance in the process. "pretty girl wants it rough, huh?" mark pulls himself back up to his feet, one hand winding through your hair, the other knocking your thighs apart, "don't worry, i'll make you scream." his fingers open you up, just the tips of them pushing into you. already you're stretched on your tip toes, trying to run from the warming sensation below your navel. but mark catches this and gives a harsh tug on the roots of your hair, "feet down."
you're basically sinking down on his fingers when you settle on the balls of your feet, the stretch welcoming yet too intense for your body, "f-fuck." you curse.
"baby," he coos, "if you're drooling over two fingers, i don't think you'll be able to take my cock."
"i can, i promise." you mumble, face burning with embarrassment. not because you were under the rough hand of your favorite singer, not because he was teasing you about how tight you were, but because he was peering so fucking deep into your eyes, like he was searching for your soul.
"oh she promises," he mocks, pushing his fingers deeper. he can feel your walls fluttering around his digits; pulsing when they curl and brush the sweet spot he knows all too well.
you're out of breath, eyelids drooping with the weight of having to keep them open, "s-stop toying with me." you plead, nails raking the arm that's holding your body against the cinder block walls.
theres no snarky comment that follows. instead, he leans forward and captures your trembling lips with his own, and you see stars. it's exactly like you imagined it be — feverish, rough and demanding, exhausting every bit of willpower from you. his tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and his piercing clacks against your teeth, forcing a shiver down your spine. he smirks, that much you register, before bullying his tongue into your mouth, the hand between your legs matching.
too many sensations cloud your head — his hot tongue swirling around your own, forcing you to open up and taste each other, the metal ball on his tongue sticking against your teeth, and his fingers culling you into a head high. your eyes drift shut and you push your hips into his hands, all but grinding down.
mark lee might not have been a guitarist, but he sure did know how to use those hands of his. he sets back and licks his lips, letting out a shaky breath. the wet heat of you was drawing him in; he eases two fingers back inside until his knuckles pressed against your folds, and you sighed his name again. he was hard and aching now; listening to the soft pants that fell heavy as he thrust his fingers in and out. the hand that was threaded through your hair finds home on the sides of your throat, squeezing just enough to get your eyes fluttering open.
"whaddya doing sweetheart? sleeping?" he teases, his voice a drawn out purr in the quiet room, "i can't be that boring now, can i?"
when you try to shake your head no, this was far from boring, you find yourself stuck in his grip.
"maybe you want my cock instead?" marks eyes go soft, melting with the way you try to squeak out a response, "what was that?"
"p-please," you cry out hoarsely, his fingers finding that sweet spot again — but, only for the last time. just as fast as he was in you, he was pulling out.
"look at how wet you were for me," he groans, showing off your arousal that dripped from his fingers. he doesn't hesitate when he sticks them both between his lips, the most vulgar sound emanating from his throat, "you taste good as fuck."
warmth returns to your face at his remark, and it's only then that you realize your state. he was still covered head to toe in his stage outfit; metal chains and dark black alt pieces of clothing hung off his body, but you....you only had your top on. from the waist down, you were completely exposed.
mark seems to realize this too. "take this off for me?" he asks, fingering the strap of your top. "don't worry, i'll do the same." the grin you'd seen splashed across magazines and album covers lights up his face when you do as he asked. and true to his word, his shirt was on the ground in a matter of seconds - right next to yours. dark spills of ink swirl up and around his torso, nearly becoming a second shirt, but you see the muscles. the abs everyone goes crazy for, and with a tentative hand, you reach out to touch them.
"aw, don't be shy baby, i won't bite." he grabs your wrist and makes contact for you. another wave of arousal rushes down your spine when the hard lines of his stomach flex in response to your graze. "you like that, huh?" furiously nodding your head, he chuckles,
"alright, let me give you what you want," he says it like his cock wasn't nearly bursting from his pants, swiftly aching at the mere thought of sinking into you. his gaze darts from yours to the couch to the wall to the table shoved in the corner of the room. where did he want to fuck tonight... "come here," his hand tugs you away from the cinder block walls, over to the soft looking leather couch, "let me see you bend that pretty body over...." he purrs, a wide sweeping gesture to indicate that he knew exactly how he wanted you.
face down, ass up...wasn't that the saying?
and you don't mind, gleefully shimmying across the arm of the couch, cold leather nipping at your skin.
"fuck, man...look at you," you can't see him, but you bet his gaze is hungry again, soft, but visibly desperate, "you really are out of this world."
a chuckle passes your lips at the joke, and for a fleeting second you wonder if you weren't the first girl to hear the phrase. but the thought is swept clean from your mind once you hear his pants slipping on the ground, his metal pocket chains scraping the linoleum.
"stop taking your time and fuck me."
he cocks his head to the side...did he just hear that right? a harsh smack lands on your ass cheek, the throbbing, searing pain causing you to lurch forward and cry out. marks hand rubs over the spot immediately, trying to soothe the sting.
"now come on baby, i just need you to be patient with me." you mewl out an incoherent acknowledgment. "here," he grins, "is this what you want?"
a gasp is pulled from your chest at the feeling of him dragging the head of his cock between your folds. "mark please, fuck." slowly, he pushes into you. one hand guides himself, the other is lazily wrapped around your hip. but you can't even think of that right now, because he was filling you to the brim. you've never felt this type of stretch before. it was mind-numbingly delicious,"you're so big."
both of you share a shuddered breath of air when he pulls out and pushes back into you, "damn." he swats at your ass again, this time not bothering to rub his hand over the sting, "you just keep getting tighter...."
his eyes flutter close for a second, lost in the wet heat of you. he's never felt this before — the mutuality of getting off. every other time it's felt forced from the other end; the overdramatic moans were always a turn off but you... you take it like it's real. like it's truly the best cock you'd ever sat on.
mark loves that the most.
"feel good?" the question is drawn out, too focused on keeping his pace even and sharp so that you wouldn't go face first into the couch cushions. you babble out some sort of response that mark can't quiet understand, "words baby..use your words."
"so f-fucking good," you choke on a gasp, "oh god, please don't stop." each word feels like it's ripped from your throat as mark works behind you, thrusting so deep you're left on your tiptoes again.
mark lets out a dark chuckle, fingers digging into your side so he can keep leverage, "be careful what you pray for baby, the devil might hear." it's another musical reference, one that you catch immediately, but you're too cock drunk to form a coherent thought much less a sentence. he feels the way your pussy clenches at his words though, "you liked that, hm?"
you shake your head, arms stretching out in front of you to keep yourself from slipping further down the arm of the couch before a squeal is wrenched from your throat. "you're so deep!"
before he can tease you about going deeper, a loud buzzing sound goes off on the coffee table next to you. it's his phone, lit up with someones caller ID. your eyes are glazed over and blurry, too unfocused to see who the hell was interrupting this. but it didn't matter, because mark ignores it and keeps fucking into you — a little more enthusiastic than before. his fingers still dig into your waist, yet this time, they pull you back to meet his cock. essentially you were bouncing on him without having to do most of the work, "look at that ass bounce."
the buzzing finally stops, replaced with another harsh smack to your ass. you cry out in pain, quickly drowned out by a moan as mark swivels his hips so that he was hitting your sweet spot. white hot pleasure courses through your entire body, and you all but thrash against the leather. "almost there, fuck, keep going. gonna c-cum."
the words are like music to his ears. "just a little longer," mark typically had great stamina, but after the performance tonight, and the way your pussy was sucking him in right now, his willpower was melting away. he was edging himself within your walls at this very second. he needed release. "you're so fucking wet, i can't... oh fuck." his phone starts buzzing again, and this time he glances at the name flashing across the screen and groans, "be quiet okay baby? i need to take this."
furiously, mark jabs the green button on the screen of his phone, "what do you want." through gritted teeth, he keeps his pace, thrusting into your warm cunt. it's difficult, but you manage to stuff your fist in your mouth and bite down, stifling any sound that threatened to come out. hot electricity was still running through every nerve in your body, but as mark mindlessly slows to concentrate on not moaning into the phones receiver, it slowly dwindles.
"i'm..." he glances down at the way your waist curved in, the jiggle of your ass when his hips met yours, "i'm outside. why."
you can't hear who's on the other end of the line. maybe it was his manager, or another member of the band. the only thing you knew for certain was they wanted to know where the fuck he was at.
"don't you dare talk sideways to me." the warning in his voice nearly makes you moan out loud. this side of mark lee was something to marvel at. but you don't. you just push your hips backwards onto him.
a breath of air rushes past his lips, "shit." he mumbles.
"i wasn't-" he grits his teeth, "i wasn't cursing at you......because i dropped my cig on the ground, i don't know jaemin."
ah so it was na jaemin - drummer of parasocial. hot head. scandal starter. covered in more ink than you thought possible.
"okay..." mark sighs, his pace slowing, "okay, i'm coming....yeah whatever." he presses the end call button on the screen and tosses the phone on to the couch in front of you.
"baby..." he warns, now lazily fucking you, "i gotta go..."
"why?" you whine, hips pushing back against him in an attempt to get his pace started again. you so desperately wanted him to keep bullying his cock into you.
"they said the vans packed up... if i don't go now, they're gonna leave me behind." he pulls out and helps you flip over to face him, hands instinctively come up to cover your chest, "i'm sorry," he breathes.
"it's okay."
maybe you didn't get to orgasm, but mark lee between your thighs was enough of a treat. as long as he felt good, it didn't matter. so it doesn't irk you when he says, "i'm sorry this couldn't be more..i'm worn out from the show, and...." his voice trails off into a sheepish shrug, his wrist flicking towards his phone.
"i know." it wasn't your job to reassure him, but you knew what this was. what his life entailed, even if it was from an outsiders perspective.
mark sighs, settling back against the couch while he watches you hurriedly throw your clothes on. there's something different about you.
"i can walk you to your car if you want," he offered, his voice tinged with a mix of earnestness and hesitation. he knew he couldn't, not really. the risk of being seen outside the venue with a fan was far too great — jaemin learned that the hard way. but still, there was something about your presence, something that made him want to break the rules just a bit more.
you responded with a wry smile, "nah, i'm good. appreciate it though."
he returned the smile, though a hint of disappointment flickered across his features, swiftly masked by indifference. "alright then, take care."
as you turned to walk away, his gaze lingered, a mixture of longing and apprehension in his eyes. the echo of the performance still reverberated in the air, and the cacophony of the crowd faded into the background. the isolation that often accompanied the applause and adoration settled around him—a sense of detachment despite the proximity to his admirers; to you.
"hey, wait up!" his voice rings out, more desperate than he intends. you stop and turn back to him, a questioning look on your face. "here." he thrusts a piece of paper into your hand, his fingers brushing yours for a moment. in messy scrawl, a ten-digit number is scratched across the paper. he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, the stage persona melting away to reveal the vulnerability underneath. "call me when you get where you're headed."
you take the paper, feeling surprise and curiosity bloom in your chest. "sure, i will." a smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you tuck the slip of paper into the pocket of your skirt, a secret kept close to your heart. "have a good night, rockstar."
his eyes meet yours, a silent exchange that speaks volumes. in that moment, no other words are needed to understand that this is a fleeting connection, a chapter in a story that will continue for him in different cities, with different faces. another show, another night, another girl.
another fake number.
A. NOTE: this can be read as a standalone, but it is also part of a bigger series i've yet to release. so if you like this one shot, please let me know! you can send in an ask, or comment, reblog, or like <3
TAGLIST: @peachjaem00 @mrkis @downtonbabyah @vangoes @cutiepeas @yujuvly @nuttie-nv-blog @seuomo @mrkleelvr @kazuhateez @chardonnayyyy @hyuckiegirlfriend @jwijii @meowniee @leep0ems @hibye02 @girlwholoveslpreppyattire
#nct dream smut#mark lee smut#nct mark lee x reader#mark lee x reader#nct mark lee smut#nct dream x reader#nct dream band au#nct dream fic#mark lee fic#nctpromptmemedone#nct dream mark
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team sharp, the sickest girl band on the market
#my art#my artwork#my art!#fan art#art#illustration#bfdi#battle for dream island#team sharp#band au#??? perhaps#battle for bfdi#tpot#the power of two#bfdi naily#bfdi needle#bfdi pin#bfdi saw#bfdi fanart#bfdi humanized#bfdi au#character design
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ACE WIP!!

this lil hoe is so skinny they have to feed him hot cheeto on the regula so he doesn’t crumble and disintegrate 😔
except he’s white and can’t handle the spice and also Jendellians can’t eat red 40
#kiss band#ace frehley#space ace#the spaceman#kissblr#kiss army#paul stanley#spaceman#gene simmons#peter criss#eric carr#kiss au#kiss fanart#kiss the band#jendellian rambler kiss au#jendellian rambler#jendell#dreams under a new moon
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<– • –>
#smoking tw#zu art#comic#studio#zudio#cross!sans#dream!sans#undertale#undertale au#utmv#isn't it time to add some music! ♪#song by Black ♡#hoo boi 3 comics in a row! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) *tries not to look at the rock band wip*#+ I was distracted by another idea that may be posted soon ;D#gotta zzz— thank you guys for patience!╰(*´︶`*)╯
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I realized I never posted this, so, in honor of @caffe1ne 's animatic of my babies I present: my half assed Band!AU Dream design
Haven't been able to draw much lately and definitly don't feel as confident anymore but those depressed gays have been living in my brain rent free and I need to expell them
Maybe I'll get around to making a full post with their entire lore at some point, maybe I'll even post a tiny fic, who knows it depends on how much my school wants to fuck me over
#dream fanart#dreamwastaken#dreblr#band au#I sing for you my dear#<— that's the official name so it's the tag I'm gonna use#unless I change my mind#I love the animatic so much go check it out please#my blorbos <3333
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i made a tinyyy animatic!! my first time :D enjoy :D
the song is called Yarım Kalan by Batuhan Kordel (turkish)
its the DNF band AU of my bestie @roniisghost love u pookie <3 shes awesome sauce i love to listen to her yap <33
under the cut is the traditional art version (if you notice an extra scene in there thats not in the animatic, shhh i did not accidentally lose a shot, nope)
#dreamnotfound#dnf#dnf fanart#dreamnotfound fanart#animatic#gays#dnf band AU#dreblr#georgeblr#georgenotfound#dreamwastaken#dream#dream fanart#dnfblr#caffe1ne#I sing for you my dear
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D29 Based on the one-shot Sparrow Song; for Dream, Nightmare traveled across the country to get his younger brother out of the gilded cage he was in 🕊️
Explanation side story ⬇️
In Sparrow Song, Nightmare's corruption is explained by an excess of magic in her soul, on the other hand, Dream was born with too little magic in his soul. This is due to the development of the twins, Nightmare's fetus absorbing too many nutrients taking on Dream.
The twins were born into a rich and conservative home. Dream's very fragile health due to his lack of magic means that he has little immune defense and bones that are less solid than an average skeleton. He spent his childhood in a room specially designed for him, in a real golden cage from which he was not allowed to interact with anyone except his family. And this is in rare cases.
Nightmare has always had a rebellious spirit, inflamed by the fact that his parents accused him head-on of causing Dream's state. They were not treated fairly from one excess to the next, but that did not prevent them from fighting to stay so close to each other
As a teenager, with the development of hormones, Dream had to stay in bed, and Nightmare could bear his life less and less, in the end, in a conversation in the middle of the night, Dream convinced Nightmare to go live his life for both of them. A heartbreaking moment, but one that allowed Nightmare to develop his wings.
They kept in touch discreetly thanks to a few staff members, Nightmare taking a keychain from Dream at each new location to share his travels with him.
At the end of Sparrow Song, Nightmare arrives at the last moment because he has crossed the entire country to pick up Dream and take her with him, for them it is the beginning of a new story, they will have great difficulties when the disappearance of Dream will be discovered, the unspoken of their relationship, and the fragile health of the youngest, But it promises a well-deserved new life for both
#undertale#aus#digital art#dream sans#undertale au#dreammare#utmv#nigthmare sans#azaquiel art#dreamcember2024#rock band au#rock band#zu-is-here#should i wrote the story ?#i cry when i create they story while i was wrtting Sparrow song#the end of dreamcember coming
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O.M.G. THEY‘RE ON THE SAME COVER ART???? AND THEY‘RE MATCHING??? This MUST mean the next album will feature both bands guys TRUST—



close up/no colouring versions :p
sneak peak:
The very obviously disguised as Interviewer-Paparazzi comes closer and closer towards him, „Please, just one question!“ Dream rolls his eye „I‘m not supposed to speak with strangers… But alright! I‘ll bite! What‘s your question?“ the ‚interviewer‘ gets out a notepad and pen, the moment dragging on into annoyingly endless territory, then comes the question; „Do you have a father?“ The room goes quiet is an understatement.
Rock band + Rock Band!Killer by @zu-is-here
Rock band Dream (idea? + partially design) by @help-im-a-gay-fish
art and other details/changes on designs by me!
#my artsies#rock band#rock band au#this was FUN#also sorry Zuz and Gayfish I spiced and changed their designs 😔 Dream‘s was too complicated Killer‘s too plain#i‘m a simple person; if it‘s too hard or too plain I change it to my liking LOL#but I tried keeping them as close to the original as possible! Even if. they‘re sort of now inside my head as a seperate story entirely#dream!sans#dream sans#killer!sans#killer sans#fallen stars#bad sanses#(meh sorta)#(mentioned)#non binary#asexual#<- dream#gay#<- Killer#you‘d never guess which flag I took for shading Dream’s crown (i won‘t tag it)#also the colours on them are supposed to represent the bands (red ink; yellow dream; blue swap) (dark red killer; dark green horror;#dark purple nm; dark blue dust; light purple cross)#utmv#if I forgot something. no i didnt
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🤟
#the sandman#sandman#morpheus#dream the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#dream of the endless#death of the endless#desire#desire of the endless#rock band au#bolt in the blue#designtheendlessart
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Pjsekai X Bandori AU !? Last Part !?
NightGo!!!
YAYYY OUR LAST UNIT!!! niigo and mygo both rhyme ngl.. originally thought of them as avemuji or roselia but mygo definitely fit them much more
kanade and tomori are both considered the leader. tomori is a kind and awkward girl, but when it comes to her friends she's stubborn, just like kanade!! after the whole ordeal with her father, kanade just stopped caring about herself and more of others because she wanted to save them with her music!! also, tomori blames herself for crychic breaking up and kanade blames herself for her father's collapse
mafuyu and soyo are both kind and caring, atleast on the outside. soyo admits to being a self centered person, and mafuyu, at the start, was also self centered. both of them have lashed out at their groupmates before, and left (or tried) to leave their groups. soyo planned on destroying mygo and mafuyu's arc involved all of niigo in it. they're both complex characters and i love them
ena and taki both have similarities. taki has an inferiority complex when it comes to her sister and she also pushes/overworks herself to keep improving because she doesn't think she's enough. ena also has the same problems, she pushes herself to get better at art so others would recognize her art, primarily her father. also something i think is interesting (that doesn't really make sense but hear me out) is that taki got into crychic because of her sister while ena was the reason akito started doing music in the first place.
mizuki and anon are both like popular. but what i find ironic is that their middle school experiences were so different. anon being put on a pedestal and seen as special by her peers while mizuki was bullied for liking girly stuff and basically surpressed her feelings just for the sake of not being bullied. BUTT, they're both cheerful and enthusiastic, and both work hard for their groups. mizuki and anon are both fashion icons as well i fear
HELL YEAHHHH!! if you guys want to ask some stuff about this au, please do!! there's a lot i would like to yap about teehee 👉🏻👈🏻 anyway, that's it for now, have a nice day mwah mwhah!!!
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