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i love my cat but he is very fond of trickery
#cats#lady normalgirl and her eunuch#i think the name’s gonna stick i was talking to my friend (who we joke is my tumblr manager)#and apparently one of the first things i said when we met (abt 3 years ago) was “im a normal girl” so. lady normalgirl works LOL#10k#20k#my doods#30k
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Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.
Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.
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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--
Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and
and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.
Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.
Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.
“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”
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She choose her own.
...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.
Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--
Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.
“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.
The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.
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He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.
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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.
The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.
“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”
Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.
Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.
There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.
He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.
“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”
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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--
They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.
And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.
“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”
Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.
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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.
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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.
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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.
Oh. They were going hunting.
“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.
The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.
“I can hunt,” he scowled.
He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.
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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.
She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.
“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.
“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”
“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.
“Is it,” said Kanna.
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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).
Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.
“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.
“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”
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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.
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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.
The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.
“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.
“...No.”
“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”
She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.
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Elsewhere, the war continued.
The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.
The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.
The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.
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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.
#Sokka: please stop calling my Gran-Gran by her first name. please.#Kanna: you’re right Sokka he can call me Gran-Gran#Sokka: THAT IS WORSE THAT IS SO MUCH WORSE#Meanwhile Hakoda: you adopted WHO#Kanna didn’t ADOPT anyone thank-you-much she was very practically holding that boy for the fleet to use for ransom#why Hakoda#what would you have done if you had a Fire Prince#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Kanna#ficlet#(infinite hot water lady is ABSOLUTELY Toklo’s aunt)#(he looks to the prince looks to her and spontaneously invents the High Five)
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the calamity.
a comic about being seen.
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#cw: blood + eye scarring#oh the inherent intimacy of seeing and being seen#just a comic about how the desire to be seen and shown love and compassion unites us all#also big scary monster lady pretty#girl power! the personification of disaster and strife uses she/her pronouns!#i also feel somewhat obligated to mention here that i dont have anything against christianity as a whole#i just think the concept of God is interesting#i went to a christian school for 12 years im allowed to make this comic#comic art#sapphic#yes. interpret the subtext#stillindigo art#heartearters#thats the name of the anthology this will belong to. whenever i finish it#stillindigo comics
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Hi! I love her! she's so funny
First / prev / next masterpost / early access (patreon) / askblog
#rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt separated au#separated leo au#separated leo au comic#rise leo#rise raph#rise donnie#rise mikey#does she even have a name???#I've just been calling her minotaur lady on my head#dg art#dg fanart#dg comics#tw blood#cw blood#<- is minimal but i'm leaving it here anyways
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wild life gem anyone?

#life series#life series fanart#wild life#wild life smp#wild life fanart#wild life gem#geminitay#geminitay fanart#life series geminitay#art#🐟 fishies fine art#wanted to make her a void/star lady#yknow for someone with gemini in her name ive never seen anyone design her after a star
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I like to think Pinkie gave her Webkinz ridiculously long names
#the two striped cats are based off of the two I had as a child#they were aptly named “Mama Lady Stripes” and her daughter “Baby Lady Stripes”#No clue why I named them that#fluffyplushiez#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#mlpg4#my little pony: friendship is magic#mlp:fim#mlp#mlp fanart#mlp art#mlp artwork#mlp artist#mod salem#pinkie pie#webkinz
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The real reason Oda had to get rid of her was not for plot convenience, but bc she would have kicked everyone’s ass. (Source: trust me bro)
#Art block auggh but must draw pretty lady aauugghh#also fr thought you mean to tell me this lady with the D. in her name wasn’t out here being an absolute menace#like I feel like she and Roger had to be in the same wavelength of fuckass crazy like cmon now#Rouge and Roger backstory when? (I am delusional)#also her being portrayed as this saintly dead mother figure feels very strange to me. boo to women being killed for plot convenience🍅🍅#also I really tried to draw her similar to how I draw ace bc he is literally a mammas boy#copy and paste of his mom with his dads hair#AGGGHH I NEED MORE OF HERR#AND IF I CANT HAVE MORE I WILL MAKE MORE💥💥#art#digital art#my art#fanart#drawing#digital illustration#one piece#portgas d ace#portgas d rouge#rouge#op#one piece fanart
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arya naming herself after catelyn once in braavos + brienne constantly thinking of catelyn's oath and sansa + sansa wearing tully colors in the vale + jaime trying to fulfil an oath he swore to catelyn + constant lady stoneheart mentions... catelyn stark u could never truly die
#asoiaf#affc#catelyn stark#catelyn tully#catelyn tully stark#she literally cannot die. ppl r constantly thinking abt her mentioning her the RIVERLANDS r haunted by the ghost of their liege's daughter#lady stoneheart#which tbh is a ballers name. who does it like her???#arya stark#sansa stark#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#grrm#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#chaos reads
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thank you for all your support for gale’s tiny deranged wife
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#galemance#she’s a special lady#she’s not even my durge she’s just like this#i’ve been basing her on those victorian doctors who did coke and went batshit#she’s one of those ‘fuck my family i’m yeeting the last name asap’ people
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seems like ladies' book club have found a mystery!
CLOSE UPS!
no matter how much i draw grandma he looks prettier and prettier its insane. also rosé is totally going to flirt with ryjina. it's simply a given!
york and rah'ōxah don't have any thoughts in their heads besides maybe an arm/leg wrestle.
#drawfee#drawfee fanart#drawtectives#drawga#gyorik rogdul#rosé drawtectives#grendan highforge#legzi shortstakk#ryijinah drawga#rah'ōxah drawga#ladies' book club#drawtectives fanart#drawga fanart#york drawtectives#drawtectives grendan#i had to copy and pase rox's name from the wiki. her name is the bane of tumblr tagging#can you tell i was inspired by jjba#nathan would be proud i think
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first time giving a prompt
deaged!Danny (may include Dani, Dan and/or Jazz too if you like) given to Themyscira to be raised by Kronos (Clockwork). They were given a vague reason (they either might end the world or save it. kinda like the PJO Great Prophecy "to preserve or raze")
cause a boy/s is/are involved. They get sent to be raised by Diana instead
i just really want mom!Diana to happen
god I love mom!Diana so much! I need this woman to just pop up to the watchtower with her own baby and tell the others to fuck off cause, BATMAN HAS HIS BABIES I HAVE MINE!
Percy Jackson themes? Let's go!
Children of Diana - part 1
Kronos was always a mysterious and frightening figure in their stories. The father that devoured their children upon a prophecy of a throne to be taken by his child. Five had fallen into his stomach, Hestia of the hearth fell first, whilst Hades was the last to be eaten. Only by Rhea's cunning did their youngest, Zeus, survive his father's hunger and grow to be king.
But Kronos never truly stayed dead.
He was time embodied, moving with every universe, even as he melted away from their world and into another.
Hippolyta told her stories of Kronos, along with how she wished for a child and how her love for one allowed her to make Diana out of clay and give her blessing of goddesses to be a mother to a blessed daughter. Diana heard stories from her mother of everlasting Kronos who's name shifted with worlds, with his domain of time. How the titan has moved past from his children and embedded himself into the stars.
Diana heard of his stories but never in her lifetime did she expect to be met with that same Titan.
Her first instinct was to bow, to greet this almighty titan with the proper etiquette. But Kronos only smiled at her, snapping his fingers.
One moment Diana was Louvre, then next she was beside her mother in Themyscira.
"Diana!" Hippolyta blinked, bewildered to see her daughter before the atmosphere turned tense, cold.
Once again, the Amazons were graces—perhaps even cursed—with the Master of Time's presence.
"Kronos." Hippolyta sucked in a deep breath, her stance going rigid as she prepared to greet and attack their guest. "My lord..."
"Progeny of mine," Kronos wore a purple rone that shadowed his face, with a body that floated from the ground. In his hand was a peculiar staff with a glowing blue clock. "I have no trust in my children but... You Amazons are more sensible and responsible than my brats."
"Except for Hestia. I would trust her but she is too close to them for my liking." He drawled, startling Diana.
Hestia was the eldest of the traitors, the first to be eaten. She was still referred to as a traitor and yet there is evident fondness in Kronos' voice.
"Nevermind that." Kronos waved it off, "Pandora has claimed that you are trustworthy—" THE FIRST WOMAN PANDORA?! "So I shall trust you with this prophecy. Especially, Diana... Wonder Woman. You will prove essential to the fulfillment of this prophecy."
Diana's body stiffened, unable to help but grab her mother's hand. Blessed as she was, Hippolyta squeezed her daughter's hand, comforting and reassuring before they nodded and waited for the prophecy...
Kronos was smiling.
"From the death of youth, a monarch shall rise,
To fall, and rise again with time's reprise.
Brother and sister by the throne will stand,
Balance to bring, or doom to command.
Should the path be dark, the stars will weep,
For the universe's fate, the king shall keep."
Diana's breath hitched. The prophecy was... It was scary. She couldn't fathom it. From the lines alone, there was a possibility of the universe's doom... But it involves a king of sorts.
What did that entail?
Kronos was laughing now. "Be wary, Diana of Themyscira... The High King of the infinite realms and his siblings will arrive soon..."
"The infinite realms?!" Hippolyta almost looked faint.
"Yes. The king, his royal siblings the prince and princess have entered a new cycle. Their oldest royal sister is currently regent and unable to raise them in the realms."
Diana cleared her throat, "My apologies, but why is the regent unable to raise her siblings?"
"Regent Queen Jasmine Phantom died long ago. She is a full ghost whilst her siblings are epitomes of balance, both living and dead. As they are still very much alive, being in the realms for too long during their years of development is unhealthy for their constitutions." He explained, glancing at his staff.
"It is time."
Again, Diana was startled and almost lunged forward for more answers before her mother squeezed her hand again. Her breath caught, glancing back at her mother who sent her a warning glare.
"I wish you the best of luck, Diana." Kronos smiled, almost softly, "You will do well to raise my children. I am in your debt."
All at once, Diana was suddenly the mother of three and someone the Master of Time owed a debt too.
Diana had not expected to find three children in her home. Yes, she expected to find three individuals, but she had at least expected infants. Not three children who's ages varied.
"Hello..." The middle of the three said, blue eyes, black hair, scrawny and small.
"Hello." She softly said, looking around her apartment before crouching in front of the children with the softest smile she could ever give. "I am Diana. Could you give me your names, little ones?"
"Dante." The eldest of the three, with blue eyes that flashed red, grunted.
"Daniel but I go by Danny." The middle smiled, then gestures to the toddler that clung to Dante. "This one is Danielle but she likes to be called Ellie."
The girl waved at her, rosy cheeks with blue eyes pile her brothers.
"Clockwork said we had to come to you because our sister couldn't keep us in the realms. We're sorry for the trouble." Danny grimaces, genuinely apologetic and clasping his hands together.
"I told that bastard that we didn't need to be deaged or anything. But no! He kept saying that we needed a vacation or whatever." Dante scoffed, rolling his eyes before adjusting little Elle in his arms.
Diana saw the discomfort on the eldest's expression as he tried to adjust his little sister in his arms. She offered her service to him, gesturing for Dante to give the toddler to her, bur she received a growl and a glare from crimson eyes.
One of the boys was the king of the infinite realms turned into a child. The prophecy had clearly stated that the king would be joined by his sister and brother, so the possibility of little Ellie being the king was void. So it was between the boys then.
"Don't be mean, Dan! Miss Diana is already trying her best right now. I'll tell Clockwork and Aunt Pandora that you're being mean to their favorite." Danny snapped, swatting his brother's shoulders.
"It is alright, your majesties."
"Oh!" Danny flushed red, "No need for that. You don't have to!" He insisted, "I'm not king at the moment since Jasmine demanded we were given a break... I just didn't think that a break meant going through a new human cycle."
Diana's eyes softened, so Daniel was king. "I see... I do not mind being your caretaker, little ones. I have friends who have children, and I have found myself rather envious of them. Truthfully, I never expected to beae children myself but... My mother lost the ability to have one herself, and yet she made me from clay."
Dante nodded, "We've heard of your story. It's quite beautiful how your mother loved you so much, even when you were nothing but a dream... But she managed to make you reality with that love. It's quite inspiring."
Danny soon explained, "Our mortal mother died many years ago. She and our father were ghosts, citizens of the infinite realms before my siblings and I encouraged them to follow through with reincarnation. We would have had our eldest sister do the same, but she is more stubborn than our parents." The fond smile on his lips was one tinged by melancholy and longing.
Diana realized that these children were ripped away from what they called home, forced by their own sister for their sakes. Immortal monarchs were thought to be all powerful, undying and never needing rest.
Diana herself saw it as such, with how Zeus refused to relinquish his throne, of how his siblings and children attempted to usurp him the same way he did with Kronos.
But the royals of the infinite realms seemed to be of a different breed. The dead who were once mortal, living, before time caught up to them and their existences were given to the realms. That humanity seemed to be what made the Ghostly royals to be so... Extraordinary. Because it was clear to Diana that the regent Jasmine loved her kingly brother and royal siblings with all her heart. Especially when she was willing to sit upon the throne, carry the burden of monarch, for a life time. All because she wanted them to be given a chance at happiness.
Diana has heard stories of the realms, of how the previous king, a tyran named Pariah Dark, was defeated. Phantom became king through conquest and it was rumoured he had still been a child, still alive and only half dead, when he was given the crown.
"Well then..." She cleared her throat, smiling softly. "I hope that you will be able to live comfortably with me, little ones. I will not force you to see me as a mother, but I will do everything I can to be a proper caretaker. I will love and cherish you the same way my mother and sister did."
That statement alone seemed to have affected the three, enough that Dante relaxed.
The second time Diana tried to take Ellie from his arms, Dante sis not resist. He carefully tucked his sister into her arms, showing her how she liked to be held.
Ellie giggled, reach up to her and nuzzling her cheek against Diana's chest.
"Adorable." She whispered, kissing the little girl's forehead before turning back to her brothers. "May I know how old you currently are?"
"Physically or chronologically?"
Diana chuckled, "Physically."
"I'm ten. Danny's eight and Ellie's two." Dante explained, pointing to them each whenever he spoke. "But chronologically, we're around... Actually, I don't know. Time in the realms and time here is different. It's also different from our earth. So..."
"Ah, no need to explain if it's too confusing. I understand that time flows differently for everyone. Let us just say that you've existed for a few centuries, yes? Keep it vague for everyone else." Diana grinned, already thinking of how Batman would be utterly perplexed by that.
"Well then, let us get you settled in, yes? Unfortunately, I only have one guest room." Diana frowned, cooing at little Elle that tried to wiggle our of her grasp, "I was planning on moving soon since this part of Paris is a little too loud for me."
A little white lie. She'd have to ask Bruce for help of finding a new space in a short time.
The three looked suspicious, skeptical, and already feeling guilty. Diana was quick to act, ushering them to their rooms, asking them if they've eaten and what they'd like for dinner if not.
Aside from a new place, she needed to acquire herself some parenting books. Yes. Lots and lots of parenting books, especially if her children were eldritch beings.
Maybe Bruce had more experience in that field.
No, Diana, do not think like that. You're a mother now.
Especially when she was the mother of three while Bruce was only parenting one child. Though said child was now a rather rebellious fifteen year old.
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#Children of Diana#I like WW's clay origin more than her being a daughter of Zeus#it shows that Hippolyta loved her so damn much that she made a child out of clay and was gifted life by the gods#in my au this lady is between 200 or 300 years old#that's reasonable in my head :)#Jazz saw her siblings slowly breaking down from being king; the time police; and ambassador of the realms#dan is time police and hates speedsters now cause theyre the ones he's trying to arrest#its part of his community service#ellie is ambassador because she gets to travel everywhere and make diplomatic relations for rhe realms#Diana achieved the status of mother#shes gonna be the best mom to her new ghost babies#The Phantom trio really miss Jazz but their new super mom is the cool lady that Pandora and CW are really proud of#Diana has had her babies for less than a day but if anything happens to them she'll kill everyone then herself#DICK IS STILL ROBIN AND FIFTEN!#So the rest of the batkids haven't been adopted yet#so#technically... Diana has the most kids#mother is motherinf by having the most kids first :D#tbh struggled writing their names a bit cause there were too many Ds#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#danny fenton
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#my art#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#sebastian solace#painter pressure#pressure oc#sebastian x oc#sebpainter#pressure pathways#pathways#that man does not have purring animal dna HOWEVER. it makes me happy.#the brown cat in the second image is his cat from before he was arrested :)#shes an old lady now and lives with his mom. ive gotta think of a name for her but she’ll show up in the next part of the reuinion comic-#i think.#i imagine if seb’s in a good mood he’s kind of glued to painter bc of their heatsinks#already Very nice to feel but its made even better by the snake dna/instinct#also painter is playing chicory: a colorful tale :)
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First meetings.
#agathario#agatha x rio#vidarkness#rio x agatha#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#lady death#i can't believe this fandom slept on Deathness as a ship name#disney if won't show me how they met i certainly create headcanons for this#so they met in salem#the night her coven betrayed her#and rio approched agatha because she was curious about how agatha killed those other witches#marira desenha
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Emily: What did you get Garcia for her birthday?
JJ: I got her a kitten.
Emily: Really? Me too!
Hotch: I also got her a cat.
Derek: Looks like we all had the same idea.
JJ: Reid, please tell me you didn't get Garcia a cat too!
Reid: ...I got her a kitten.
*later*
Garcia, in her apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!
#chaoticbau#penelope garcia is a cat lady#you can’t change my mind#she needs cats in her life#she gives off those vibes#they would have the best names too#those cats would be loved on so much#they would be so spoiled#criminal minds#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#cm#incorrect criminal minds#incorrect cm#incorrect criminal minds quotes#aaron hotchner#david rossi#derek morgan#spencer reid
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another Dullahan office lady art 😌 by @tonywelt
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I don't think I posted these here before
reference sheets / character studies I did to figure out how to draw them <3
#i still need to come up with a name for the minotaur lady#i keep calling her minotaur lady#dg art#dg fanart#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt#separated leo au
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