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angeart · 10 months ago
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Can I convince you and link to ramble about the 'ribbon incident' you mentioned with the mimic? If I ask super nice? because its all so good and lives in my head rent free ❤️🎀
mhmmm listen, we're soooo easily swayed. it's so so very easy to make us hyped and want to spill everything. bUT, in this case, this is going to have to wait.
me and link are actually trying to make that scene into sort of a fic / oneshot / something? but things are a bit hectic these days so it might take some time still. but!!! you'll get the ribbon scene (and the immediate aftermath of it) once we're done, i promise!! (i'd say i can tag you once we're done but- you're anonymous so i can't, aw)
the fic will be posted to ao3 but also linked on our tumblrs, so look out for it <3
spoiler alert, there will be a fight, tree climbing, threats of war, and talks of nest-building. and a ribbon or two.
edit: link also made a wonderful art to go with it, it'll be great i promise!
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triona-tribblescore · 1 year ago
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okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-
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that-rollingfrog · 1 year ago
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Lil comic i did with Randy and Finja + MOREEEE!!!! *cause I wanted them to spend more screentime * they dynamic was funny to ME!!!!
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doctorwhommm · 3 months ago
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I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties
absOLUTELY I CAN
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they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair
#Jack is nursing 10s broken nose off screen from where Ianto decked him imo Ianto would not let 10s nonsense with Jack slide#jk Ianto would not punch him he would just make him instant coffee instead of The Ianto Special and then stew silently#doctor who#torchwood#torchwood fanart#rose tyler#dwmmm.ask#ianto jones#SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR AGES EVERYONE IM BACK HELLO !!!!!!#apologies to all the people who have sent asks that are sitting in my inbox im getting to them soon!!!#also I’m working on a big cool colab which I’m v excited about >:)#this is meant to have the vibes of the school reunion scene with sarah jane and rose laughing at 10!!#Ianto would be besties with all of 10s companions actually#him and martha are already besties & him and donna would get on so well snarky secretary duo#him and rose would not only bond over stories about the 9/jack/rose tardis team but also over being estate kids !!!#him rose and martha hanging out being the only under 25s 🚶‍♂️#s1 Ianto is the type to still get IDed for redbull#maybe that’s why he really wears the suit so people stop thinking he’s a 16 year old#anyway I digress thank u for the ask I hope this appeases you I love this vision and also hate drawing roses hair it’s SO hard#killer side part#but I loved drawing this bc I love ianto and rose friendship#ps theye matching colours on purpose bc they’re bffs#also like ianto in the audios constantly makes friends with random side characters you can’t convince me this man isn’t extroverted at heart
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 years ago
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There's nothing he can't do. Yet.
(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)
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whaliiwatching · 1 year ago
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Bet upon meeting noir hobie flickers into black and white newspaper cut-outs briefly to mimic noir and both of them get blushy about it
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tall dark and handsome?? he don’t stand a chance
plus an earlier draft i still think looks nice
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cressthebest · 5 months ago
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jegulily with older harry headcanons <3
• first off, to set the record straight, if harry was raised by jegulily, this boy would know he’s bi right off the bat. he’d be more aware that his type is quidditch players (Oliver Wood, Ginny, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Draco, whatever floats your boat)
• harry would always go to regulus to talk about crushes because he knows reg will just listen and be supportive.
• harry goes to james when he wants to talk about his freinds, because his papa managed to have the best freinds in the world
• and lily. oh lily <3 harry would go to lily for a momma’s hug. he’d go to her for all of life. when he has troubles. when he doesn’t know what to do. because she had such a clear head and knew what he was going through.
• lily would owl him at least once a week, because she grew up wishing that petunia would send at least one letter. and she wants harry to feel loved.
• when harry brought home hermione, lily instantly loved her. a muggleborn brightest witch of her age? hell yeah. that was lily too!!
• harry’s freinds would frequently owl regulus about relationship advice or just for someone to talk to. regulus doesn’t know why. what did he ever do to get kids to like him? why do all these kids keep sending him owls??? “HARRY WHAT ARE YOU TELLING YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ME???! WHY ARE ALL YOUR FRIENDS SENDING ME OWLS????!”
• james gave harry the marauders map and cloak, much to reg and lily’s dismay. (because they know what james got up to with access to those highly magical items.)
• harry would definitely learn to become an animagus at like age 15.
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artuurle · 9 days ago
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This isnt really an ask this is just me holding out my empty plate to you
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More Grujaja stuff please!!!!! very yummers!!!! :D /noforce
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Great news, i have a bit of unposted doodles of Grujaja cuz like i mention in other posts every time i draw smthn sad w him I cope by drawing cute or silly images. (and one other sad one oops)
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the rest of the doodles are for my silly hc (honestly borderlining au at this point w the amount of images i've made for it lol) that caused this whole mess, those under the cut for the sanity of the people. [thumbs up]
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Grujaja making Hector die from stress right before he tries to ascend to godhood.
bonus Capo trying and failing to pretend like he doesn't care as well. if you even cares. /silly
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avephelis · 1 year ago
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piss family arthouse gift exchange for @bandy-andy PEACE AND LOVE and a smidgen of angst ON PLANET EARTH
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also other versions because my ass couldnt decide on the shading ermm. we ball.
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candycryptids · 3 months ago
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Ok, everyone say "Ohokaliy!"
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cacaocheri · 2 years ago
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the sillies the sillies the sillies
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change-name-later · 2 months ago
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Its been two months. I miss him!!!!!
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winds-of-zephyr416 · 6 months ago
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Eyyy it's more cotton candy Angbangggg woooooooo!!
I like playing with their dynamic like they're paper dolls. They can be an old evil married couple, as a treat :3
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serenescribe · 11 months ago
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another ficlet idea: lilia and silver bonding together in the secret garden au \o/ are they playing a game? chatting together? ill leave that one up to you!
[✐] ficlet frenzy
“Regardless of whether you may be ready or not… here I come, little one!”
He stifles a giggle by pressing his palm against his lips, back pressed against the rough expanse of bark and moss. Silver is hiding, nestled behind a particularly ancient tree with roots so monstrously large that they tangle together into dips and crannies he can hide within. He can feel his heart thumping in his chest, the adrenaline of the game seizing hold of him, but there is no real fear there, only anticipation.
It is yet another day in this secret, wonderful garden he stumbled upon in the woods. His refuge, his little paradise away from the orphanage. It isn’t as though he hates it there; his friends are nice, and he loves to play with them, and some of the adults are kind enough to sneak him a few extra treats, or a gift or two. But here, tucked away within the rounded stone walls of a secret garden, is something special — an earthly paradise of the most beautiful flora and fauna, and a friend who smiles at him and plays with him — all his, all for Silver alone.
They’re playing hide and seek again. They’ve played it many times before. But no matter how many times they do it, there’s always somewhere new to hide. Silver always discovers new spots to tuck his tiny body away in, peering out from the wispy leaves of the trees, or ducking his head as his friend peers through a crack in a wall that he’s hiding within. In this little garden, this special place, there is always something new — and can anyone really blame Silver for wanting to come here again and again, whisking himself away into a wondrous world of his fantasies made real?
He holds his breath, eyes wide as he hears a faint thumping of footsteps go by. He must’ve gotten distracted; is his friend close by?
Silver’s friend is… how can he describe him? He doesn’t have a name for him, always referring to him as mister, but he is kind to him, always welcoming him in with a fang-toothed smile, his long black-and-red hair swaying behind him in gentle breezes of springtime wind. He presses sweet treats into Silver’s hands, swings him around merrily into a dance, and plays game after game with him before they collapse into rambling chatters of anything and everything that’s on Silver’s mind.
Silver loves his friend. He really does!
And yet, there is a line he dares not cross.
Beware of the faeries, the adults have always told them. Those of the orphanage are more superstitious than most, having experienced strange activity in the woods time and time again in spite of the modern era they all live in. For as long as Silver can remember, he has been taught painstakingly about how to deal with strange, beautiful people, those who wish to lure him away. Be polite to them, reject their food, and above all else, do not give away your name.
It’s the reason why his friend calls him child and little one, affectionately referring to him as dear. It’s the reason Silver carefully puts aside the ripe fruits and sugary treats he receives, always claiming that he isn’t hungry, and always making sure to eat before he comes so he isn’t telling a lie.
And yet, in spite of all the dangers, he keeps coming back.
“Found you!”
He squeaks as a shadow falls over him, two glinting red eyes peering down at him. His friend grins cheekily, before reaching down to scoop Silver up, lithe limbs betraying a supernatural sort of strength. “What a devious hiding spot,” he teases, “to take advantage of your small statue and hide amidst the roots of the trees! You grow better at this every day, dear.”
Silver squirms slightly, though he leans into the hold soon enough. His friend smells nice, like fresh forest pines and sweet fruits mingling together into something that clings to his nose. Everything about him just brings such an ease to Silver, a happiness he could have never possibly dreamt of.
(And yet, he still hesitates. He still notices the unnatural swiftness of his friend’s movements, the otherworldly beauty that drapes off of him, the way the garden seems to shift day after day, growing and twisting at an otherwise impossible pace.
There is a tinge of iron that clings to his scent.
Silver is happy here. He is safe. But—)
“You must be thirsty after all that hiding.” He feels himself being placed down onto a soft patch of grass. Silver watches as his friend pulls out an elegant little leaf cup out of nowhere, filled with something glistening and shimmering, with a scent that makes his mouth water. “Why not quench your thirst, hm?”
(Does he trust his friend?)
Silver blinks at the drink offered to him.
And then he smiles.
“Thank you for the offer, but… it’s alright!”
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usarinnpa · 6 months ago
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Aroace flag colourpicked from Satsuki.
Avert your eyes from the awful quality.
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jedipoodoo · 1 year ago
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Merry-Go-Round of Life (Hunter x Fem!Reader Howl's Moving Castle AU)
Notes: inspired by @jbeansdraws's lovely art of Hunter as Howl, and also just Hunter's voice in general 😍😍😍😍*swoons*
Warnings: Reader gets hit on and is very uncomfortable, but Hunter steps in to help them out. Takes place in a steampunk-fantasy au. Discussions of eating someone's heart but it's only rumors.
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The streets were full for the king’s birthday. Though your little town was quite far from the capital, the people still had a strong sense of patriotism, as evidenced by the number of flags flying overhead. The little steam-powered hovering ships that had taken the country by a storm buzzed by, carrying even more pink and yellow flags like a sail. The soldiers in their smart red-and-blue uniforms paraded past in rows and rows, all sent to the southern border to patrol the wastelands, keeping watch for wizards like the Witch of the Waste and the Heart-Hunter.
You took to the back roads of town to avoid the parade and confetti. The marching band of the parade mixed in a horrible racket with the dance music in town square, and everything was much quieter in the back alleyways, even if you didn’t know them too well.
You glanced down at the scrap of paper with the directions your sister had sent you to the bakery she was working at. You still had to make your wall all the way around to the other side of the square, all while avoiding the crowds of people.
When you glanced up from your directions, you came nose-to chest with a shiny set of brass buckles on a soldier’s uniform coat. Unfortunately, that coat was being worn by a rather tall soldier with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and a rather sharp bayonet attached to his musket
“Hey, looks like a little mouse lost its way,” The soldier said to his companion. 
“Oh no, I’m not lost,” You stammered out a little too quickly, crumpling your paper guide in your fist.
The soldier ignored the distress in your voice, “This little mouse looks thirsty, we should take her for a cup of tea,” He said, as if that were a generous offer rather than a virtual kidnapping.
“No thanks, my sister’s expecting me,” You tugged down on the brim of your hat to hide your face, but the soldiers mustached comrade bent down to get a good look at your face, and you jumped back in surprise.
“She’s pretty cute for a mouse,” The mustached soldier grinned. 
“How old are you?”
“You live around here?” They began pestering you with questions and you took a bigger step back this time.
“Leave me alone!” you begged. You never had been one for confidence. 
“You see? Your mustache scares all the girls,” The first soldier seemed to enjoy teasing not only you, but also his friend.
“So? She’s even cuter when she’s scared. Your chest twisted. You’d never been called cute before, and this certainly wasn’t a situation where you wanted to hear it.
Then, as soft as a fallen leaf, a hand settled gently on your shoulder.
“There you are sweetheart,” A soft, musical voice said. Unlike the unfamiliar, taunting voices of the soldiers, this one made you stand a bit taller, though you were still a little too frozen to be able to look up at your rescuer.
Was this person your rescuer? He could just be trying to get you away from the soldiers and have you all to himself, but you wouldn’t question his actions now.
“Sorry I’m late,” your rescuer continued gently, “I was looking everywhere for you.” there was a certain longing in his voice that you couldn’t quite understand, but you would figure that out later.
The first soldier’s face contorted into a scowl, “Hey, we’re kinda busy here?”
Your rescuer almost scoffed, “Are you really? It looked to me like the two of you were just leaving.”
He lifted a finger, and you gasped as the men jolted to attention, did an abrupt about-face, and marched down the alleyway where you’d come, protesting the whole way.
Now that you were alone with your rescuer, a wizard, no less, you hesitantly looked up at him.
His hair was long and dark, hiding a pair of sparkling earrings, and framing a face that was half-tattooed with a skull pattern.
The Heart-Hunter.
Your breath froze in your throat, but he offered you a gentle smile, close-lipped so you couldn’t tell if he really had those sharp teeth that the rumors said he did. You were alone now, he could easily rip out your heart and eat it in front of you, but he made no such attempt.
“Don’t hold it against them, they’re really not that bad. Now where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.” 
He offered you his arm, and you hesitated. People did this for your sister, not for you. But the Heart-Hunter of the Moving Castle wasn’t like most people, that much was obvious. 
“The- the bakery,” you said, still in a bit of shock. 
He nodded. When you made no move to take his arm, the Heart-Hunter briefly laced his fingers through yours, tucking them into his elbow.
“Do you have someone who’ll meet you there?”
“My sister.”
“Good.” He took off at a brisk pace, and you had to take two steps for every one he took to keep up.
“Now don’t be alarmed,” he whispered as he took you along, “I’m being followed. Act normal.”
You glanced around the alley, but you couldn’t see anything. The Heart-Hunter started off at a leisurely pace, like a romantic stroll through the park. But you could hear a hissing noise echoing through the alleyway. Not like a feral cat, but more like the steam being released from one of those newfangled engines. You managed to keep up with the Heart-Hunter as buildings began to breeze past you, dark gray blobs dripping out from the walls, resembling more of a gelatinous mix than something sentient, though they did wear little straw hats like the ones you made at your father’s hat shop.
Suddenly, there was a whole swarm of these creatures in front of you, and the Heart-Hunter took you in a sharp left turn as you gripped his arm tightly. You could hear them moving behind you, bumping into each other as their skinny little arms reached for the hem of your skirt. There were more waiting up ahead, but the Heart-Hunter just grinned, and wrapped his arm around your waist. 
“Hold on!” You wrapped both arms around his with a second’s warning, and The Heart Hunter leaped into the air with you, leaving all the jelly creatures struggling below. 
Now you were floating in the air above all the buildings of the town. You gasped at how far away the ground was, but no one seemed to notice you, too wrapped up in their celebrations.
The Heart-Hunter gently took your hands, slipping his fingers in between your clenched fists to hold your hands. 
“Now, straighten your legs, and start walking,” He said, as if he were simply teaching you a new recipe.
You stretched out one of your legs, as he demonstrated himself, taking one step, and then another. You were actually moving forward, even though there was nothing to balance on. You could see the crowds of people in the town square, waltzing to the omph-pah-pah of the band. 
Having seen your longing gaze, the Heart-Hunter extended one arm, still holding yours, leading you in a delicate spin. 
You laughed in a mix of nervousness and glee, and he chuckled.
“You are a natural,” He promised as you walked across the town square, and you smiled at the compliment. It really sounded like he meant it. 
“There! That’s the bakery,” you nodded your head towards the yellow building with black beams criss-crossing across the walls. As you came closer, your altitude lowered, and soon enough, the Heart-Hunter was standing on the railing of the balcony of the bakery’s second floor, lowering you onto solid ground.
You sighed, still feeling a little light-headed. This couldn’t be real. You were going to wake up in your room above the hat shop any moment now, ready to begin another boring day.
The Heart-Hunter squeezed your hand, “I’ll make sure to draw them off, but wait a bit before you head back outside.”
Oh right, the jelly monsters.
“Okay,” you said in a small voice.
The Heart-Hunter grinned at you, “That’s my girl.”
Butterflies swirled in your stomach at the tone in his voice, and the Heart-Hunter leapt backwards off the balcony. When you ran to the edge to see where he’d gone, he had vanished, like the last note of the waltz.
You were still standing there a moment later when your sister burst onto the balcony.
“Sissy! What’s going on?” She grasped your hands, they were colder than hers, “Someone said you just floated down onto our balcony!”
You bit your lip, “So that did happen. It wasn’t a dream,” You said slowly. 
Your sister pressed you for answers, and you told her the whole story as her eyes grew wider and her face grew paler.
“So he must have been a wizard then,” She gasped softly. 
You frowned, “But he was so kind to me, he rescued me.”
Your sister sighed. Given your differences in social lives, she knew more about the whims and cunnings of men than you did.
“Of course he did! He was trying to steal your heart! You know what the Heart-Hunter does to girls, he could have eaten it!”
“No he wouldn’t. You said firmly, clutching your skirts in your hands, “The Heart-Hunter only does that to beautiful girls.”
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