#i was working on some practical magic fanart

[blueberriesyogurtz]

medieval lady tell me your secrets!

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Okay, so we all collectively agree that Solomon has pact marks. And there are some fanarts where his pact marks glow when used, but I love the idea that they're also sort of "living."

Those stamped-on impressions will not be in the same places in the evening as they were when he woke in the morning. They're constantly shifting throughout the day, skittering along his body until they find a new home if for no other reason than just because they can. Few will even completely disappear off his body just to reappear later in a different spot. Solomon has learned that just as magic is a fluid being, so too, could the imagery of powerful, otherworldly creatures be. At one time he might've hunted for the new hiding places of every pact mark in fascination, but now he has little time or care to invest in playing hide and seek with something he's only meant to be the funhouse.

The only moments the pact marks still is when he dips into his magic. Even for the smaller sectors of the practice, something as simple as potion-brewing can cause this to happen. If his shirt sleeves are rolled up quarter-length, you'll see the pact marks on his forearms flickering dimly like an old neon sign in a window, prepared and ready to coax fully to life should his brewing turn into spell work.

You'll really witness them in action when he's summoning or spell-casting. That's when the inky black lines fire up, splitting into a constant stream of white light as the marks from the demons he calls upon lend him their aid -- forcing the circular marks to burst forward and suspend in the air like mini projections. The pact marks shine freely regardless of clothing through tight, fine seams as if unobstructed. Although depending on the location of the marks that are invoked, you may catch the light from beneath his shirt peeking out along his neck or hands. Several at once slowly spin in place, though not in uniformity as the air charges with static electricity, becoming thick and heavy and creates thin currents of light that twist around his body in an upward motion, pushing the silvery tendrils of his hair around like a spring breeze. It's a display of sorcery that's dazzling to watch.

Once the magic is complete, the projections fade away, dissolving before your very eyes while Solomon simply turns to you with that warm smile of his as if nothing had happened. Acting as if it were a figment of your imagination. He's grown so used to the company of his markings that he no longer pays any mind to them. In fact, if you ask him, he'd tell you that they're really quite bothersome and can be distracting when he's trying to focus. But seeing the awe in your eyes when his pact marks spark to life or shuffle around is beginning to make him rethink how he feels about them.

[la-sera]

Hi Sera!! I saw that you were looking for some new Downfall Duo content, so I wrote you a little something. It’s short but I hope it helps lift your spirits a bit <333

It’s a calm night, for once.

Hyrule gazes into the flickering flames, letting his brother’s voices drift around him like floating fairies. He is too tired to join in tonight. But merely listening is enough. Being here with them, being safe and full and warm, fills him with a happiness little else conjures.

It’s like the magic of his sisters — all softly sweet, precious, mysterious. Blink and you’ll miss it.

So, he keeps his heavy eyelids open. Because never in a million years did Hyrule think he would have something like this.

Off to the side, Wild and Twilight and Time bicker about something, even as they sit close. Their voices are light and teasing. Smiles rest on worn faces.

The two younger heroes have broken through the older hero’s quiet cautiousness. Their grins tell of their pride in doing so.

Wind and Warriors snuggle not far off. Warriors is telling a story and every so often, Wind breaks in with a question or exclamation.

Four is close by, pressed against Sky’s side, a book in his hand and his ears perked to hear the captain’s tale. The Skyloftian works quietly away at the block of wood in his hands.

Which leaves Legend.

As soon as they had finished setting up camp, the veteran had not-so-subtly situated himself beside Hyrule. And now, as if on cue, his head thunks softly against Hyrule’s shoulder.

He looks down, barely suppressing a giggle at the sight of the veteran propped against him. He had relaxed as soon as he had sat down, but in this moment he is practically asleep.

Eyes half-lidded, body relaxed, Legend watches their brothers with a lazy smile on his face.

Seeing him like this is a special thing not lost on the traveler.

He trusts you, something inside Hyrule whispers. A grin tugs at his lips.

“Don’ laugh,” Legend murmurs, just the barest tinge of irritation in his tone. “‘M tired after all that walking.”

“I wasn’t gonna laugh!” Hyrule retorts. Quickly, he shoves down the chuckles still pressing at his throat.

Legend is scowling now, though he looks no less sleepy for it.

…Or content. He cuddles in closer and Hyrule rests his head atop the veteran’s.

“Were too. I can see it on your face, Rulie. You find my exhaustion…comical.”

Hyrule’s grin grows. “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

Legend closes his eyes, a victorious smirk on his lips.

“Knew it.”

Hyrule doesn’t reply. He is growing sleepy now, and is more than content to merely let a comfortable silence blanket them.

A wisp of his magic drifts toward Legend without conscious thought. Gently, protectively, it wraps around him, like an embrace. The veteran relaxes further beneath its touch.

“Hey, Ledge,” Hyrule murmurs after a long thread of peaceful moments.

Legend shifts, slightly. “Hm?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this but…” He sighs, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m glad that we got to meet.

“I’m glad that you’re my brother.”

There is a long, drawn out pause. Then, Legend replies in a voice thick with something other than sleep.

“Yeah…me too, Rule.” He moves once more, maneuvering into a more comfortable position. “Now, if you’re done with the mushy stuff, I’m goin’ to sleep.”

Hyrule grins, knowingly. “And you’re gonna use me as a pillow?”

“Seems that way.”

Rolling his eyes, Hyrule chuckles. “Fine.”

Really, though, being the veteran’s pillow isn’t so bad of a fate (yes, even now that Wind and Wild are creeping over to snap a few photos for future blackmail). Maybe, Legend will actually be able to sleep tonight.

And maybe, just maybe…so will he.

OH MY. Did you write this on purpose for me? Sorry for disturbing your time, you didn't have to do that. I really thank you, I like this. So much. I read it while lying down, and maybe I read it more than 5 times. I miss Downfall Duo.

I got the idea and immediately made a fanart from your fic. Hope you like it too.

Once again, thank you, I am happy with this fic you gave me. this gives me comfort.

[jev-urisk]

Fanart Friday: Black History Month Challenge! 🎨🎉

I'm gonna be honest here, I've been nervous to draw the Black characters in my story- I'm new to drawing in general and didn't feel like my skills were good enough to do them justice (I know, that's pretty turned around, but the mental barrier was there nonetheless 😣).

But when @creatingblackcharacters sent out a creating challenge for Black History Month and said even lovingly drawn stick figures were ok, I felt like the mental barrier moved out of the way. ☀️

So here's the very first sketches of my banshee girl Tizita from my urban fantasy WIP 7 Circles 😊

This was a great time!! I wasn't sure if I had the skill to do her hair justice but I think I did alright, and it was really fun to work on the texture! Obviously I have a long way to go, (especially with basic anatomy- oof) but in all things creative I need to remind myself that practice is what's going to get me there- I'm not going to get it perfect right away.

Some Fun Facts About Tizita! ✨️

The name Tizita is an Amharic (official language of Ethiopia) word that is akin to 'nostalgia', 'memory', and 'longing' but has a richer cultural feeling behind it (more info here). Im a sucker for names that tie into aspects of the character.

She is a banshee, and in 7C lore banshees periodically go into a hibernating state and see visions of a particular person, place, or thing which may be from the past, present, or future.

Tizita shows up in book 2, joining the protags as The Knower of Things in the party. She had her very first vision and it was a DOOZY! Almost 3000yrs of information is somehow crammed in this girl's brain.

Leading up to the hibernating and for awhile afterward, a banshees eyes and hair lighten/grey - as if the age of what they see is affecting them, or they become ghostly in their magic state. This fades afterwards, however the more you see in your vision, the less you see of the real world going forward (i.e. Tizita's eyesight is garbage now).

I want her to subvert/replace the Wise Sage character trope, who is usually an old bearded man or a woman made to seem crazy. The person turning the tide in my story is this magical autistic Black girl who likes dresses with pockets, listening to nature, and has a lot of joy in her despite the whole carrying-information-that-might-save-the-world and having-to-lecture-grown-adults-on-how-to-save-said-world thing.

For my Black followers; Not to be telling yall what you already know- but you really do deserve it all. I dont accept characters as mere checks for diversity, not for my islander or autistic characters I personally relate to, not for my Black characters even though I don't share that lived experience. Yall deserve depth! And range! And a variety of roles and traits in the characters that represent you! I intend to put in that work, and hold others to the same. Happy Black History month everyone 🎆 😊

Thanks again for the challenge @creatingblackcharacters 🫶🏼 it helped me take my first go at drawing my banshee girl.

If anyone wants to join in, I'd love to see/hear about any Black characters yall might have! 😁 But obvi no pressure 💕

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[anomalyaly]

Hello!

Welcome to my MASTERLIST!

(Updated 4/23/2025)

Here, you will find everything I've written or am currently writing for Hogwarts Legacy. Most of my stories feature my MC Elsie Corvin. I am an adult, so I write a mix of SFW and NSFW.

Link to my Transformative Works Policy [HERE]

Learn more about Elsie [HERE!]

You can find my works on AO3 or Wattpad, and I also post on TikTok and Instagram on occasion.

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I welcome transformative works or fan creations inspired by my fanfic, as long as my original work and authorship are properly credited, including a link to the original work. Under no circumstances should these works be monetized for profit (with the exception of individually commissioned fanart). The same applies to book binding, as long as it is PROFIT-FREE and for PERSONAL USE ONLY. I would appreciate a tag so that I can admire it, but this is not required :)

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Secrets of the Silent Stars:

Elsie Corvin lives a regular life under the scrutiny of her parents, always expected to do what is proper in order to someday be the best example of their family. But when a dinner party turns disastrous, she is thrust into a new world that she didn't know existed. As with all new discoveries, there is a darker side to the magic in her possession. Reluctant to be the "chosen one", she finds herself having to choose between doing what others expect from her or doing what is right.

Some secrets are best left hidden in the silence of the stars.

Ongoing

Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw F!MC

Fifth-year and post-game, slow burn, canon-divergent

[AO3] [Wattpad]

Oneshots

SFW

Glow in the Dark Elsie helps her little sister Lydia get comfortable on her first night at Hogwarts. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Haunted Shop pt 1 Elsie's experience with poltergeists. [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Haunted Shop pt 2 Elsie buys a shop. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Scars Elsie's past and magic. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Ghosts Elsie's experience with ghosts. [Tumblr]

Centaurs Poppy and Elsie go to the forest. [Tumblr]

The Girl from Uagadou Natty's backstory. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Not in Time AU if MC never made it to the catacomb in time. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Divination (suggestive) Sebastian is excited to hold a girl's hand. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Some Like it Hot Elsie deals with Ferdinand Octavius Pratt. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Crossed Wands (suggestive) Dueling practice makes Sebastian excited. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

The (After) Life of the Party Elsie and Lydia's first Halloween together at Hogwarts. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Treacle Trouble Elsie attempts to bake something to cheer Sebastian up. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Winter Wonderland (suggestive) Sebastian tries to convince Elsie that the cold can be enjoyable. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

right where you left me (angst) You died. Sebastian had a portrait of you commissioned. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Treasure Hunt A drabble about Elsie panic-casting [AO3] [Wattpad]

Golden A fluffy oneshot of how Sebastian and Elsie spent Valentine's Day. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Short Stories

My New Dream A Tangled Crackfic AU ft Sebastian and Elsie [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

NSFW

All characters are 18+ MDNI!!!!

The Nut Cracked Sebastian doesn't understand muggle holiday traditions. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Illicit Spell Practice The spicy version of 'Crossed Wands'. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

I See the Light Flynn Rider!Sebastian teaches Rapunzel (unnamed FMC) a few new things. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Short Stories

Extracurricular A modern college AU: Elsie just wants to graduate. Sebastian is insufferable. What happens when the two of them meet? [AO3] [Wattpad]

Other things

Sebastian Sallow modern college AU headcanons Ominis Gaunt modern college AU headcanons

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[cruyuu]

hii! are there any really good (and preferably long) sukuita fics that you like? love ur analyses btw and thank you ❤️

Hii anon! Sorry for a very, very late answer. I've been busy as hell and just chose to put this ask in the drafts and then forgot about writing out my answer.

I've already replied to one similar ask some time ago but since you're asking for my opinion and for them to be long, the list that I have in my head with my colorful commentary is under the cut. Hopefully, you'll find some of them as interesting as I did.

The Tale of the Peach Blossom Prince by ChumbalieWumbus

First fic I ever read for sukuita. Let's just say it blew me away with its attention to detail and worldbuilding. This fic isn't strictly just sukuita though, it's rather a sukumeji? (there's a polyamorous relationship between Sukuna, Uraume and Yuuji) fic. It's understandable to skip this if you're looking for strictly sukuita fics but I do suggest you give this a try since it's rather long and quite well done. As a Yuuji fan, I adore it personally. This fic also has some gorgeous fanart too! (Which I will unfortunately not link because it's featured at the end of the story and it will spoil major things regarding it). Now, my comments aside, short summary is: The Culling Games are happening. Yuuji fights someone (not Sukuna btw) and ends up traveling back in time to the Heian period. Chaos ensues.

All in all, I had a blast reading it and I recommend it heavily.

Ten Years and a Day series by EvilPeaches

This isn't really a chaptered fic but is a series of two fics sitting at 21k words so ofc I'll feature it here. It's the written out what if Sukuna wins? scenario where Yuuji remains alive which is a type of fic I had been hunting for at the beginning when I grew to love these two and this checked off all the boxes for me. It was practically wish fulfillment. Genuinely beautiful and harrowing and quite in character too which is a must for me.

I am a sucker for canon (and canon divergence) fics but if that's not what you're looking for then I highly recommend checking out No Eviction Notice by the same author too, which is a long AU and heavy on the plot (angsty as hell too, so beware).

Istrouma by trashygivency

An ongoing work but trust me it is so worth it. Like I said, I'm a sucker for canon and this fic delivers, especially because its set during the Culling Games arc, where the sukuita divorce is in place. Well, things take a turn and Sukuna and Yuuji magically reunite and walk through memories together. One thing leads to another and trust me, it's wild. It's a reincarnation AU and oh my god they were roommates past lovers with good characterization and a plot which centers on their forgotten then remembered past. My commentary can't do this fic justice so please check it out!

Blood & Snow by megumiblues

A breath of fresh air amidst the tragically-depraved (is that a word? lol) works I had been (and usually am) consuming of these two. If you're not that into tragedy, don't want them to ruin each other and tear at each other or don't want their love and union to have catastrophic or deadly consequences, this is your fic. It's still them in all their glory (yknow hate, Sukuna being a bastard, etc.) but surprisingly soft and beautiful. All I'm going to say is that the author did a good job at this AU, both with the plot and Sukuna and Yuuji's characterization. It actually made me shed a tear too so that's a big, big thumbs up for me.

Speaking of long-written soft sukuita...

I'm Sick Of You by Cogni_Diss

also makes the list! It's five chapters long and is also quite tame. It's funny, a bit sad but also quite beautiful. I adore this author and their take on these two idiots so make sure to check out their other works as well. As for the summary: This is a canon divergence fic and with each finger Yuuji swallows, Sukuna grows stronger but here swallowing something ancient has consequences unlike in canon. It's tooth-rotting fluff (with some angst, nothing severe tho) and these two terribly in-canon. Check! it! out! if you want a remedy to the heavy and hard ride these two can be.

Ok, now back to the dark side.

Collision by Serkerde

A genuinely, unfortunately ongoing but extremely interesting A/B/O AU fic where Sukuna is, put plainly, himself (a dick) and an Alpha. Slowest of burns with sukuita is a weird idea in an AU where everything seems to be driven by instinct. Or is that the case? Yuuji (and the modern world) would disagree. Basically: you have an Alpha who is one of a kind (called a Prime) and Yuuji who belongs to the dwindling numbers of Omega. Not your average ones ofc. A very heavy plot ensues with them slowly, slowly, veeery slowly falling for each other. The author has their own twist on the A/B/O Universe which is why this fic is an interesting recipe from the start. Throw in these two and you already have a divine meal cooking.

Also highly recommend checking out Should Immortality Be So Mortal and In Our Flesh series by the same author! I hold SIBSM and IOF series close to my chest because I adore how this author writes these two. <3

The Shape Of Our Souls by O_ToJoy

Another breathtaking (also ongoing fml but don't let that stop you), heavy on the plot with an interesting premise A/B/O AU story. It deals with the future and follows a non-linear narrative. Yuuji is an Omega who has kids with Alpha Sukuna and guess what? The merger happens in this fic. Trust me this fic is gorgeous and a blast. Everything is handled incredibly and passionately and I can't put into words how obsessed I was with this fic when I first found it (which was a couple of months ago). I still love it and have it in my 'read for later' for updates. The characterization (of all, not just Sukuna and Yuuji), the world-building, the plot... It's incredible truly.

Apotheosis series by cafedelmar

I love authors who vibe and just write, trying to unwind and explain the unexplainable and unattainable. Taking characters into their own hands and just going with the flow. Sukuna is a God in this series, the fics follow a non-linear narrative and are slightly AU-ish. It's all vibes basically but it's brilliantly written, heavily centered around Sukuna being something larger than what we've seen of him in canon. I love love love authors who can put the unexplainable into very clear-cut explainable and this author does it extremely well. Yuuji is Sukuna's vessel and this series is riding the Dark!Yuuji vibe (which is also one of my fav ideas) because sure, power is addicting itself and having a God entertain an idea of giving it to a weak-in-comparison Yuuji (Yuuji the key point here) is a whole another addicting thing in itself. All in all, heavy Season 1 vibes and gorgeously written.

And since I'm talking about S1 vibes...

Nuns with Guns by surverycorpsjean

is also a recommended read for those who find the one body/two souls situation so very interesting. This one is hauntingly beautiful and extremely well-written. It's not a chaptered fic but it is nearly 20k words long so it made it on the list. I was on a hunt for fics which explored this situation down to its ugly, twisted, terrifyingly beautiful core (because canon gave us nothing :( ) and this one blew me away, especially with it's characterization. Definitely check this one out if you're stuck on S1 sukuita and their weird ass hatred which could translate into codependency and not death because why would they be normal about each other lol. That's boring.

vinegar heart by vavavavoom

Yuuji, cursed from birth, is made for Sukuna, yet unlike in canon, acceptance is the path he is forced to walk on here, until he grows to love it and hate it because this is an AU! Selfishness, cruelty, codependency and sukuita with Yuuji who is suffering (it is what it is style) and Sukuna who's obsessed with him (basically canon lol). What more could you ask for? Joking aside, this fic takes place in an AU and has God Sukuna who... I shouldn't spoil it. Let's just say that Sukuna isn't the same Sukuna we see in canon. He's much more accepting of Yuuji here, even though he mocks him and belittles him and everything. I mean the tag "Possessive Behavior" is right there so... yeah. The reason why I held my hand from writing out the spoiler is bc 1) it'll ruin your experience and 2) it adds an interesting undertone to the story and basically makes you go "Ohhhh". Check it out!

not the temple, but the lamb slit up inside by obscyr

Interesting as hell and definitely one of the extremes ones. Beautifully written as well. I started it like two months ago but then dropped it because I was busy and it had been sitting in my notes app for quite some time until I caught up to it recently. As you may have noticed, I am down bad for codependency, but I am also down bad for seeing how bad things could get. Sukuita, in all its glory, is problematic as hell, but if you throw them into an Modern AU, make Sukuna a cannibalist + suspected? serial killer and have Yuuji as his nephew who's lowkey growing obsessed with his mystery and is also a mystery himself- I'm going to shut up now because I will spoil the plot- you get this hell. It has 9 chapters, and the plot moves a bit slow but if you're intrigued, then definitely give it a read and ofc, if you are overwhelmed with this fic or just don't like it, feel free to skip.

Aconitum by AttackRabbit

Another ongoing fic which I recently got addicted to. Again, it's ABO AU but not overtly typical one, and heavy on the plot and world-building. Can you imagine that the author had actually invented a language for Sukuna? Yes! It's that amazing. In this fic, Yuuji is a war veteran who works as an apothecary and he stumbles onto injured Sukuna. Brilliant characterization, a unique plot and if you don't read and translate Sukuna's sentences, he's basically half-a-mystery. Much love to this fic because it is incredible!

And that's for the list! A big shout-out goes to Character Assassination by MayTheSixth which I also started reading a couple of days ago, but because it's quite a long work, I never got around to finishing it. It's also an ongoing one, but I'm loving it so far so you can check that out too!

And there you have it anon. Happy reading and have a wonderful day or night!

[wiitchkins]

Wait ok it seems like you're thinking about this a lot so who are all of your fields of mistria rival ships then???

haha thank you for asking you are correct i think about it SO much. this is a really long post so read more below:

a big part of all that thinking is i've been having a lot of trouble with them because I don't think theyre super clearly defined by the game (which is cool and good that they have a wider variety of complex relationships!). i think there are characters who are all like.. most obviously duos or kind of paralleling eachother, but i don't consider those The Ships/Pairs necessarily. (think that one fanart of them all paired up dancing and its like color coordinated)

Off the top of my head, these would be my rival "ships"-

My "Real" Ships..

Valen/Juniper (obviously i don't even need to explain this. these two require no other thought they're just like practically-almost canon.)

Eiland/Caldarus (well. yes. history nerd meet living history dragon)

Reina/Balor (new ship but i think there's something poetic about Balor after staying at her family inn and spending all this time casually together. i want the slowburn. it's very hallmark movie and ALSO both of them love honey apple curry. idk it just clicked for me recently. i think they'd have a lot to learn from eachother and could both travel the world and return to their home in mistria. i have a vision.)

March/Ryis (semi neutral about this but also they're ALWAYS hanging out together so MAYBE... im still searching for an "angle" into this other than i think it would be cute if they're both like quietly pining. its about yearning.)

HOWEVER this leaves me with-

Celine/???, Adeline/???, Hayden/??? which is difficult bc I don't see too much romantic chemistry between these three.... I COULD pair them off with other Non-romanceable characters, but I don't feel super strongly about them yet..

Some alternates I feel less strongly about but could see working would beeeeee-

Ryis/Celine -- (growing the mystery plant/growing the tree feel like parallels... somehow... city boy, country girl etc. i kinda wanna send them on a magical adventure for some reason.)

Reina/Celine -- (gal pals! you KNOW their parents have talked about the possibility…. but also for that same reason i'm a little averse to it tbh i'm not big into childhood friends -> lovers personallyyyy)

Ryis/Adeline -- (tbh this is a little ? but i think Adeline, long term, would appreciate a partner who lets her do her work, but would still be supportive and helpful, and be responsible enough that she CAN relax; they do a lot of public works projects together so I could imagine a lot of mutual respect & admiration & trust... It'd be cute for Adeline to bring him to like diplomat assignments in the city. they're both ordering $8 iced vanilla oat milk lattes from darcy's brick and mortar shop)

March/Reina -- (Quite literally no real reason other than i see them hanging out sometimes. i think this falls under the grumpy/bubbly archetypes but again like, i need more than that to really root for it.)

Balor/March -- (um borderline crackship i think they'd piss eachother off lol. i think they hooked up once and never talked about it again kind of vibes. red/blue coded)

Balor/Adeline -- (pink/blue, mayor/"soundrel", lawful/chaotic)

Hayden/Merri -- (I know I theorized about Olric before but I think Hayden makes similar comments about Merri & helps her set up her stall and I think they could be cute!)

Hayden/Landen -- (I know Landen isn't a romance candidate but the old man yaoi is calling me... & they have overlapping liked gifts like golden materials idkkkkkk i literally just had this thought so i'll keep an eye out for more evidence)

I know he's not in game yet so #spoilers but Stillwell/Celine -- (for the obvious dark mysterious/bright sunshiney dynamic. I think also it would bring out Celine's more esoteric plant interest haha)

ALSO not in the game yet so we don't know what she'll be like but miss mysterious mines bachelorette i think.. i want to pair with Adeline. but we'll see...

Adjacently related i do ship Terithia/Elsie but also I think all the old people in this town have History

[dragonshoardofworks]

DannyMerMay 2024

Day 1: Insect/Anchor

The return of Little Baby Moth! (From last year DannyMay)

Something happened since last time the two of them met, so LBMo is reasonably surprised to see Little Baby Man Mer's new form... or is this just an alternative dimension iteration of LBM (by @tourettesdog)? 🤔

(Keep reading to find the answer!)

@pikakaistudios Little Baby Mer inspired me in doing my own, so Kudos and credits where are due!

More fanarts and lore under the cut because it was getting long...

(^～^;)ゞ

Prompt for DannyMay by @dannymayevent and MerMay by @vladdyissues.

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Since I'm a serial procrastinator and I wanted to be sure the art pieces were at least decent/accurate, I was almost late (but thank CW that I did, because some of them had the wrong orca-pattern and I would have brought disgrace upon myself if I published anything not done right since orcas are one of my favorite animals).

That being said, let's continue the DannyMerMay journey!

Day 12: Time Travel/Seafood

My poor Mer-boy got yoinked temporalily into the past when he was still Danny (so even before the "normal" LBM-fication) and he's feeling reeeaaally distressed at the act of practically cannibalism that his past-self is committing...

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Day 2+4+29: Wish/Starfish + Wander/Night + Fireworks/Bioluminescence

Wandering in the night, some interesting encounters are bound to happen...

I wonder what would happen if you wish upon a(n alien) star(fish)...

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Day 19+20: Iron/Pearl + Pitch AU/Abyss

LBMer found a his rightful Crown (of Fire) sunk into the depths of the ocean!

But since it was rusty and forgotten, what better way to restore it than ghostly mother pearl?

(Works like ghostly ice, but it's an exclusive power of LBMer.)

(The Crown got bigger than canon, but he smol!)

Day 26: Shoes/Camouflage

They say that imitation is one of the best form of flattery, but when you don't want to get caught by a certain dimensional hopper (and be mistaken for one of his foes), it's the best way to blend in!

(Octopi can camouflage in ways that make you think that magic is real...)

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(Little Baby Terror unfortunately got caught in the same "accident" that LBM did, so they generally prefer to stick together-ish in case they need help.)

Day 16+22: Glowing Veins/Courtship + Song Lyrics/Songs

I couldn't help myself and sneaked in some Everlasting Trio for the soul.

After all, LBM (and therefore LBMer) is still Danny, even if he has new form(s) and instincts.

They do incarnate the "Would you still love me if I was a worm?", don't they?

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Song: A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay

(It feels such a Danny song to use, plus I checked how orcas court and while there's some posturing, they also sing! It felt only natural from there... >:3c)

Day 11: Mutation/Shell(s)

And finally: the answer!

LBM found this weird shell on the beach while they were on vacation, but when he checked it (read: nibbed it), it reacted and tooted a magical cloud that mutated our Little Baby Man into a Mer!

(The same fate happened to Dani/Little Baby Menace and Dan/Little Baby Terror, changing them into a Seahorse Mer and Octopus Mer respectively.

I've got a lineart done of them for another prompt, but I didn't manage in time to clean and color it yet, along with a couple of others... ( ≧Д≦) )

This has two versions because I couldn't decide which was better. @teacupsandstarlight suggested the first because of the transforming smoke around our boi, but since I saved both, I told myself: why not upload both?

For now, that's all! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

I still have some linearts to finish/digitalize/color, but at least I contributed to these two fantastic events, hope y'all enjoyed them and my works!

Hope to type ya soon! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

the masterpost

“So,” Remus says slowly. “If your Dad is my Dad…”

“...and your Pa is my Papa…”

Remus stares at the seam of the wedding photo, made whole again after more than a decade. His Pa, Patton, familiar with his cowboy-handsome, weather-beaten face and his dimpled grin and his big, calloused hand resting over his new husband’s, even if Remus has never seen him look this smitten ever. 

“And we’re both born on October 11… then, Roman. You and I are… like… brothers.”

And his Dad—Janus—smiling coyly, handsome in the way of magazine models, so completely a stranger to Remus with just this scrap of a photograph to serve as any way to know him, really know him. The way Roman knows him. The way Remus has been dying to know him all his life.

“Remus,” Roman breathes out, disbelieving. “We aren’t just brothers. We’re twins.”

Remus wonders, in a daze, if seeing the opposite life he could have had is as strange for Roman as it is for him… if they’d just been switched at birth, it’s the life Remus could have had, knowing his Dad instead of his Pa, but then…

But then it clicks.

“Roman,” he says, turning to grin at his brother—his brother! “I have a completely perfect, totally awesome idea!”

or: it's a parent trap AU for @tss-storytime with fanart by @tastic-in-its-finest!

warnings: pranks and practical jokes, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of underage drinking (in the context of a child trying a sip of wine), sibling rivalry and bonding, please let me know if i've missed any!

pairings: janus/patton, logan/virgil, brief patton/male oc

word count: 80k

notes: a few notes before we begin: first, thanks so much to morgan for their fanart for this fic!!! it's so cute, please like and reblog and do all that fun stuff!!! second, thanks to the folks over at the big bang for organizing this whole event—i know firsthand how complicated that can get, and you are so appreciated!!! this is technically a '90s au, but a '90s au in terms of the fashion and lack of social media/cell phones, not any of the homophobia. i hope you all enjoy!!!!

chapter one: prologue Across the world from each other, two very different families help two very similar boys pack their bags.

chapter two: welcome to camp walden! Welcome to what we like to think of as the most beautiful spot on God's green earth—Camp Walden.

chapter three: en garde The boys come to blows. (With practice épées, but in their minds, it’s equally as serious.)

chapter four: riposte The boys come to blows. (With words and stitching.)

chapter five: black card The boys come to blows. (With a temporary reversal of gravity, oodles of chocolate sauce, and finally, some semblance of adult interference.)

chapter six: isolation station The boys spend a great deal of their time considering coming to blows. Until suddenly, they don’t want to fight at all anymore.

chapter seven: operation augustus The realization of having an identical twin does quite a bit to spur some out-of-the-box levels of creativity.

chapter eight: let's get down to business! The boys begin to plot. Camp Walden trembles in fear.

chapter nine: to defeat… the family civil divisions of napa and london respectively! The boys plot. The world all over ought to be trembling in fear.

chapter ten: domine dirige nos Remus spends a great deal of time weighing the most British way to say hello. He’s going to have to repress throwing in a what’s all this then, guv’nor? the entire time.

chapter eleven: eureka! Roman spends a great deal of time weighing the most American way to say hello. He thinks he probably shouldn’t come right out of the gate with howdy, y’all!

chapter twelve: a wench in the works This absolutely was not in their multitude of blueprints!

chapter thirteen: riding is magic and friendship is power and love is everything to everyone Roman gets to meet his pony. He should, by all rights, be much more excited about it, but someone had to go and ruin it for him.

chapter fourteen: in which virgil attempts to hold a poker face (and fails miserably) Virgil curses being so observant.

chapter fifteen: all of my change spent on you Remus has a particularly fun run-in. Well. Fun for him.

chapter sixteen: so your sons have swapped places and are in foreign countries This particular subject was not covered in the parenting books.

chapter seventeen: hopped off the plane at lax with a dream of civil reconciliation with my ex-husband Remus plots. Grandfather aids and abets. Janus panics. Logan suffers them all.

chapter eighteen: small world and getting smaller Janus is officially the father of the two most troublesome twins in the galaxy.

chapter nineteen: you got me tripping, stumbling! sinking, fumbling! Patton makes a splash.

chapter twenty: the queen elizabeth the second the second The twins attempt to revive the past. The parents wish to change it.

chapter twenty-one: i said a boom chicka boom! Logan’s swept off his feet. As is Maddox, in an entirely different way.

chapter twenty-two: i said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM The twins’ plots bear oh-so-satisfying fruit.

chapter twenty-three: where dreams have no end A hello, a goodbye.

chapter twenty-four: the concorde(ance) A goodbye, a hello.

chapter twenty-five: epilogue Two very similar boys help their two very different families assimilate into one.

[ilovemybishies87]

The Vacation from Hell - Chapter One

Inspired by @damntheyare's amazing fanart. I did end up changing a couple elements because I suck and did not realize who the cat and dog were supposed to be until after I had completed the chapter. Sorry, KeeKee and Razzle/Dazzle!

This will also be posted to AO3, along with all future chapters, once I have an account. Until then, enjoy!

*EDIT* Now posted to AO3!

Alastor wasn’t sure how he found himself in this situation. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. He had some semblance of an idea. The Princess of Hell was known for her harebrained projects, but none more harebrained than a hotel with the sole purpose of redeeming the lowliest of Hell’s sinners. It was ridiculous. Laughable!  

But between the song she had belted out to the idea itself, he considered himself sold. Of course, she had no experience running a hotel. That wasn’t so much a flaw as it was a feature. He could only imagine relishing her failure once the futility of her goal dawned on her. Until then he would bide his time in the shadows—a most fitting place, if he said so himself!—playing his self-assigned role as co-manager. 

There was only one, tiny problem: he had seriously underestimated how much the universe wanted to fuck him over. 

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“I need to visit a hotel!” Charlie announced. 

The ragtag band of guests and staff were lounging in the common room a few days after Sir Pentious’s pitiful attack on the hotel. All except Niffty, who had made it her mission to clean the place from top to bottom. Vaggie and Angel Dust sat next to each other on the sofa, scrolling their phones. Husk stood behind the counter at the bar, finishing his inventory of liquors for the night.  

Alastor turned to Charlie standing on the opposite side of the room. Papers plastered the wall behind her, filled with all the ideas she hadn’t yet written off as futile. She seemed frozen in place while she waited for a response. 

Eventually Angel Dust pulled his gaze from his phone long enough to give her a brief glance and laughed. “You live in a hotel!” A pair of arms made a sweeping motion around them, emphasizing his point. “Why do you need to visit one?” 

Charlie shook her head. “I know that, Angel! I meant a thriving one!” she said, and her grin stretched wide. “One on Earth!” 

Alastor raised a brow at her declaration. This time her statement did not go unnoticed. Vaggie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Angel Dust’s phone dropped onto his lap as he stared at her, incredulous. Even Husk stopped in the middle of his count, ears turned in the group’s direction.   

“Hon,” said Vaggie, once the initial shock had worn off, “that sounds—” 

“Like the best idea ever? I know!” 

“Not what I was going to say,” Angel Dust muttered. He picked up his phone and started scrolling again. 

“Just consider it field research!” said Charlie as she crossed the room, hardly able to contain her excitement. “Only for a couple of days, of course. I can’t leave the hotel vacant for long, in case a guest decides to check in.” 

“But there are too many unknowns!” Vaggie said, throwing her hands in the air. “Have you ever been to Earth before? People don’t exactly look like they do here.” 

“I could wear a disguise!” 

Vaggie slapped a hand over her face. “Do you even know how to get there?” 

“Not exactly,” Charlie said after a moment, deflated. “But surely someone knows the way!” 

Alastor took the opportunity and made his way over to them. “Naturally!” His microphone materialized in his hand. “You needn’t worry about the where or the how, my dear. Nothing my magic can’t handle, not at all! I can get us there and back in a jiffy!” 

Charlie stared up at him, hands clasped together. Her eyes practically shone. “Really?” 

“Well,” he added, side eyeing Vaggie with a smirk, “maybe not all of us.” 

Vaggie put her arm between him and Charlie, shielding her from the Radio Demon. “No way! Even if I thought you knew how to get there—which I don’t—”  

“Well, I do.” 

“And you do your little voodoo, so you guys blend in—” 

“Not voodoo,” stated Alastor. 

Vaggie ignored him. “I would never trust you alone with Charlie!” 

Charlie looked between her and Alastor. “Vaggie, I don’t want to go without you either! But,” she said sheepishly, “he sort of has a point?” 

“Excuse me?!” Vaggie took a step back, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I'm just saying,” Charlie continued, wringing her hands, “I’m not thrilled leaving the hotel alone. But if someone stayed here . . . well, there’s no one I trust more than you.”   

Vaggie sighed. “I appreciate it,” she said. “I really do! Still, I don’t trust him.” She glared at Alastor’s grinning face. “What’s the catch? You trying to use this to get Charlie to make a deal? I won’t let that happen!” 

He couldn’t fault her for jumping to that conclusion. The thought certainly crossed his mind, albeit briefly. But the rewards far outweighed any inconveniences. A simple glamour would solve their . . . unconventional appearances. And while he didn’t particularly desire returning to Earth, the trip would be worth the despair the princess would face once she realized how much of a farce her little Hazbin Hotel truly was. 

“Shame,” Alastor said, and flicked his claws. “But perish the thought! Consider this a sub-clause to our original agreement.” 

“But why?” Vaggie demanded. “What’s in it for you?” 

“You remember—” 

She groaned. “Ugh . . .” 

“The entertainment!” they said in unison, Vaggie less enthusiastically. 

“Come on, Vaggie,” said Charlie. She placed her hands on the other woman’s shoulders. “We won’t be gone long. This trip is what the hotel needs for inspiration!” 

“I don’t know. You really think you’ll be fine?” Vaggie glanced at Alastor. “Alone. With him.” 

Charlie bit her lip. “It’s fine. Although,” she continued, hesitant, “I would feel a bit more comfortable with added company.” 

“Tsk! Very well.��� Normally Alastor wouldn’t cave to requests, but he would allow her this small victory. “If you must, we can take Niffty and Husk.” 

Husk turned to the trio from his spot at the bar. “Who the fuck said I wanted to go?” 

“A trip!” said Niffty, seeming to materialize from nowhere. “Will there be bad boys?” 

“What about Angel Dust?” asked Vaggie, and pointed to the Spider Demon who remained silent during their entire exchange. 

Angel Dust shrugged and got up from the sofa. He headed off to the staircase, calling back to the group, “Meh, no thanks. I did my time, thank you very much!” 

“Then it’s settled!” Alastor wrapped his arm around Charlie, causing her to nearly tumble into him, while pointing his microphone to Husk, then Niffty. “The four of us will go to Earth to do a little ‘field research,’ as it were, while you”—he pointed to Vaggie next, who pushed the mic away— “stay with the hotel." 

“I didn’t fucking agree to this!” said Husk, throwing his towel down.  

Niffty ran up the stairs behind Angel Dust, laughing maniacally all the way. “How many knives should I bring?” 

Vaggie put her head in her hands. “This is a bad idea. . .” 

“Ohh, I can’t believe this is happening!” Charlie said, bouncing up and down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Oh, there’s so much to plan! How do we make reservations? Where do we stay? What should I pack?” She turned to Alastor, suddenly serious. “Do I need to bring sunscreen?” 

Alastor chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I’ll let you worry about those last two, my dear. Leave the rest to me! Everything will be ready by tomorrow morning.” 

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The transportation spell took him all night to complete. There were slight alterations for the trip that made casting easier said than done. Part of the blame, in this regard, lay with him. Alastor knew that as time passed in Hell, so too had it passed on Earth. And he had no intentions of going to the Earth of the present.  

He allowed himself a small shudder as he finalized the last bit of magic. If he was expending his precious energy he would take them to some place—some time—more civilized, more familiar. Perhaps he was tempting fate returning to his old stomping grounds. And sure, a hotel from times past might not be the most effective for Charlie’s particular goal. But considering the circumstances, she had no right to complain. 

After a short breakfast the other five residents gathered back in the common room. Vaggie seemed more annoyed than usual, arms crossed over her chest as she stood by Angel Dust, sleep still in his eyes. Charlie had several bags by her side, including one oversized pink rolling suitcase. A smaller black suitcase was next to Niffty, which if Alastor had to guess was filled with various sharp instruments. Even Husk, despite his protests, had packed a worn leather bag that clinked when he placed it on the ground.  

Alastor brought nothing; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t simply conjure what he needed. He did, however, end up forgoing his usual red blazer and shirt ensemble. The pants remained the same, but he decided a thinner white button-down and red waistcoat would be more manageable. Ironically, not even Hell could compare to the omnipresent heat—and humidity, oh the humidity!—of New Orleans. 

“Did I pack enough?” Charlie asked, for once not in her usual attire. She donned a more casual pair of thin pink sweats, topped with a sweatshirt a few shades darker, decorated with hearts. She tugged on the bright orange and green purse strapped across her shoulder. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.” 

Angel Dust eyed the bags around them. “It’s, what, two days? This should be good.” 

“Six, actually,” said Alastor.  

"WHAT?!" Vaggie shrieked. 

He gave a noncommittal shrug. “With the energy I'll be using transporting all of us, and bags, not to mention the glamours—” 

“What does that have to do with anything?”  

“You can’t possibly expect me to use my valuable resources for a couple of days, my dear,” Alastor said, not to Vaggie, but to Charlie, who was currently taking inventory of what she packed. “That shouldn’t be a problem, right?  It’ll give you more time to get the full ‘human hotel’ experience.” 

“Umm,” Charlie said. “It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but you have a point. With six days I’m sure to get the full hotel experience, and then some! I did have a question, though.” 

“I have many questions,” Vaggie interrupted with a raised hand. 

Alastor shook his head. “Manners! Charlie was first.” 

“You mentioned glamours. I assume for you, me, Niffty and Husk,” said Charlie, not missing a beat. “How do they look? I mean, how are we going to blend in on Earth?” 

“Why don’t I show you instead?” 

Summoning his radio mic, Alastor pointed to the ground. Intricate symbols glowed beneath Charlie’s feet, the physical manifestation of the spell. A mirror sprouted from beneath the floor in front of her and a wave of green light washed over her form. 

“Charlie!” Vaggie reached out. She turned to Alastor and pulled out her spear, pointing it at his face. “What did you do to her, you piece of—!” 

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Oh, relax.” He pushed the weapon away as the light faded revealing Charlie, no worse for the wear. He turned to the blonde-haired demon. “See for yourself!” 

The glamour for her had been simple enough. Her skin, including her black-stained lips, shifted from a porcelain white to a more human peach tone. Unfortunately, her most standout feature, her rose-red eyes, turned an inconspicuous shade of brown.  

Pity. Red suited her so much better.  

Her attire remained unchanged. Something about altering her clothing felt wrong, almost too intimate. He figured they could attain more period appropriate clothing once they arrived. 

Charlie leaned in close to the mirror, taking in her new form. “No one will suspect a thing!” She glanced behind, where Alastor stood watching. “What about you?” 

The same symbols appeared beneath his feet. He had struggled somewhat with his own appearance. Unlike Charlie, who—despite being Hellborn—more-or-less resembled a human, his own demon form was anything but. The claws, the teeth, the deer-like ears: they all had to go.  

He went back and forth on how close his glamour should be to his former life. In the end he went the simple route and replicated how he looked while alive. Dark brown hair replaced his usual striking red and black strands, the style short and unremarkable. His eyes were the same dark shade as his hair, but he allowed himself a pair of red sunglasses in its place.  

“What do you think, my dear?” He bowed ever so slightly. “Convincing enough?” 

Charlie’s eyes widened, but it was difficult for him to decipher her expression. She met his eyes but averted her gaze just as fast. “Yes. Is that . . . how you were when you were human?”  

“Yes, indeedy! The clothes, not so much.” 

Angel whistled low. “Wow, the strawberry pimp is not so . . . strawberry.” 

Vaggie shook her head, unimpressed. “What about Niffty and Husk?” she asked. “How are you having them blend in?” 

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll approve the forms I’ve chosen,” said Alastor with a smirk. 

Niffty nodded so quickly she nearly lost her balance. “Whatever you choose!” 

Husk grumbled a response that no one, not even Alastor, could understand. 

“Well, we’ve wasted enough time already!” the Radio Demon replied. “We really should be on our way!” 

“Wait—!” said Vaggie. 

Alastor tapped the ground three times with the end of the microphone. Four scarlet circles, inscribed with intricate scripts, appeared beneath his and Charlie’s feet, as well as everyone’s baggage. The circles appeared under Niffty and Husk as well, along with the same lime symbols as the glamour.  

“Do take good care of the place while we’re gone, you two!” Alastor called out as he faded from sight. “It would be a pity if there was nothing for Charlie to return to.” 

“I didn’t volunteer for nothing!” exclaimed Angel Dust. 

"I have every faith in you, Vaggie!” Charlie said, her voice taking a far-off tone as she also disappeared. “We’ll be back before you know it!” 

Vaggie turned to Charlie. “Please, be careful up there! And, whatever you do, don’t—” She tried grabbing her hand but found nothing. Whatever warnings she intended to pass along were never heard.  

As quiet as a breath, the group had disappeared. 

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They were definitely in New Orleans. Tiny balconies overlooked the street from the second floors of the buildings surrounding them. His clothes clung to his skin, soaking in every drop of moisture it could hold. Alastor could even make out the smell of spices of Cajun cuisine from a restaurant nearby.  

But something was wrong. 

An oppressive buzz of electrical energy surrounded him, threatening to overwhelm his own magic. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the hum of static in the air—he had been a radio show host, after all, and quite adept with the technology of his time—but it was nothing like this. Smog, as thick as Hell’s and almost as noxious, spewed from automobiles unlike the ones he remembered. There were more of them too, almost as many vehicles as there were people.  

Something had gone horribly wrong. 

Space was simple enough to traverse. Moving from one physical point to another was as easy as a snap of his fingers. Or, in this case, a few taps of his mic. Time, on the other hand, was much trickier. It wasn’t linear like one would imagine, but almost a gordian knot, twisting and turning into itself, with present, future and past all jumbled together until it was hard to distinguish between the three. 

Alastor found Charlie a few paces away, no worse for wear. The bags were neatly by her side. “You all right, my dear?” 

“I should’ve asked what weather to dress for before I started packing,” she said, fanning herself. Even with the thin material, she was clearly regretting her choice of outfit. She might be accustomed to the heat of Hell, but the humidity was something else. “At least our luggage made it. But what about Husk and Niffty? I don’t see them anywhere!” 

“Meow!” 

They looked down. A black cat with rather unusual ears for the average feline glared at them, at him more specifically. 

“Why, Husk, my good fellow!” Alastor said, partly to distract himself from his growing headache. “Why the long face?” 

“Oh my!” exclaimed Charlie. She knelt to pick him up. To Alastor’s surprise, she did not end up getting scratched. “What happened to Husk?!” 

Alastor waved dismissively. “Not to worry! This is simply the result of his glamour.” 

“Yip!” 

A small black and tan mutt nosed his shoe, tail wagging so fast it might fly off. Feathered ears perked at the sound of his voice. Alastor’s grin widened as he scooped up the animal and held it under one arm.  

“I knew I could count on you to stay close by, Niffty.”  

“Niffty!?” Charlie bit her lip, but he could see the corners of her mouth turn up, as if torn between disbelief and excitement. “I mean, I guess this disguises them.” An alarmed look crossed her face. “They won’t stay this way permanently, right?” 

“Of course not, my dear! Probably.” 

“Al!” 

“The spell will revoke once we return to Hell, glamours and all,” said Alastor, rubbing his fingers to his temples.  

During their exchange he caught a glimpse of some passersby taking notice of their group. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t mind putting them in their place, but right now he was not in the mood. Between the drain on his magic and the unpleasant realization of when he was, he wanted nothing more than privacy. 

“We probably should get to our hotel to check in.” 

With Niffty still under his arm, Alastor grabbed Husk’s bag and placed it on top of the black luggage. He also managed to situate the extra bags Charlie packed—why did she have to pack so much?—onto the larger suitcase she had dragged with her. He regretted his decision to turn the two into animals. An extra pair of hands would’ve been welcome.  

“Well, my dear, ready to go? I would offer a hand, but—” 

“Oh, no! Don’t worry about it! We have our hands full with these two.” Charlie juggled Husk awkwardly as she reached for her luggage. “Lead the way!” 

He took a deep breath, strengthening his resolve.  

“Hey, Alastor.”  

The Radio Demon looked back. His grin nearly slipped from his face; his throbbing head momentarily forgotten. She was clearly struggling, suitcase veering off course. Husk had clawed into her sweatshirt and climbed his way up to perch on her shoulder. And yet she smiled, a smile brighter than the sun beating down on them.  

The shades covering his eyes were not enough to protect him.  

“This is unbelievable,” said Charlie. “You’re amazing!” 

She could not know. She could never know. That the great Radio Demon had made an error of this magnitude, of this caliber. She had to believe this was all part of his plan, for this trip she desired, that he foolishly granted. 

Alastor gritted his teeth and forced his grin even wider. 

This was going to be Hell on Earth. 

[imaginethat0327]

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Xisuma nodded, and for what felt like the millionth time, tapped into his admin magic. The familiar purple screen and keyboard appeared behind his closed eyes, and the rest of the physical world began to fall away.

But this time, Xisuma reached for something deeper than his admin magic. 

It was pretty obvious that aside from his helmet, Xisuma didn’t really look like or appear to be any sort of hybrid. He was strong, but being tall meant that his strength didn’t seem out of the ordinary. He was quick, but many skills could be attained with practice and time. He was oddly attuned to admin magic, but there were many admins out there (*cough* Dream *cough*) who were fully human but incredibly skilled with admin magic. His features all appeared to be that of a normal human, and the helmet could be explained away as an aesthetic choice or an aid to a lung illness of some sort. 

But Xisuma was still a hybrid, and he was a hybrid who’s mob-kin were some of the most mysterious beings in the entire universe. Primarily because they existed on a plane that was invisible to most other players and mobs. Secondarily because they had the uncanny to warp, manipulate, and distort code. An ability that had inevitably been passed down to Xisuma himself. 

The abilities of the voidkind always worked best when actually present in the void, or at least the End. Using them in the overworld, or especially the nether, could be dangerous. But Xisuma was at the end of his rope of patience and out of ideas, so he reached deep, deep within himself, drawing upon a special kind of magic that caused the edges of his admin screen to pulse with pink and white lights, and strength to flood into his very being. 

And then, as the universe came into view and the shrouds of color that were Fwhip and Scott materialized beside him, Xisuma’s soul unfurled itself and he flew . 

Code couldn’t, of course, take a physical shape. But Xisuma’s soul had a solid presence here in the universal code, with voidkind magic filling it out and giving it defined lines and planes and mass. As Xisuma sank deeper into the admin trance, grasping the edges of the well of voidkind magic that was buried deep within him and pulling it upwards in a tidal wave, his invisible limbs grew inky and starry as the night sky, long wings spreading to curve through the dazzling streams of code like fins in water. He knew that when his eyes “opened,” they shone bright as stars themselves, and that his mass streamed behind him like a great shadowy cloud. 

New fanart! I had a lot of fun with this - I love playing with light and sparkles, lol. Xisuma as this crazy eldritch beastie in the code-space is a headcanon I will never surrender. Come read Rescue Fire to check it out, if you haven’t already!

-ImagineThat 🦜

[boilingrain]

instead of actually working on any of my mountain of WIPs I have instead attempted some emote edits connected to some of them. yes I'm aware these edits aren't the greatest, I didn't put that much effort into these

Here's some info about them, in case anyone is curious on what they're about:

Genshin Impact: Breath of the Wild - pretty self-explanatory, it's just Breath of the Wild but with Genshin characters. I have the first 5 chapters mostly planned out, but I'm still working writing the first chapter.

Second Chances - Furina originally comes from a timeline where basically everything goes wrong and everyone in Fontaine dies, but the Focalors from her original timeline sends her back to before the events of the Fontaine Archon Quest and now Furina has to find a way to save everyone while also dealing with some other twists that weren't there in her original timeline. Also the only one of these I have actually posted any chapters of

Walking Hand in Hand (Into the Abyss) - Started working on this one shortly after Natlan released. Kachina getting stuck in the Night Kingdom made me go "well with the whole thing with the Abyss, it would be interesting if Kachina got Abyss-ed like Childe did when he was a kid" and it just kind of kicked off from there. Basically, Kachina comes back wrong from the Night Kingdom and after it's figured out that it's because of the Abyss, the Traveler is like "wait I know a dude who had something similar to this happen to him" and calls in Childe to help figure out how to help Kachina, or at least how to help her cope with the situation. Childe winds up getting pulled into Natlan AQ shit and also gains +1 little sister in the process.

Shadow of the past, mine to command - Multichapter fic where each chapter is in the POV of a different Natlan character, the final chapter being Kinich's. Each character notices something off about Kinich but none of them are entirely sure exactly why that is. I'm aware that the twist is probably incredibly obvious, something which isn't helped by the edit, but I thought the idea was a cool one so whatever. You can't stop me.

Bennett vs the Zombie Apocalypse - also pretty self-explanatory title. Bennett stumbles out of a domain he got lost in, only to learn that the zombie apocalypse happened while he was in there. For reasons currently unknown to him or anyone else, Bennett appears to be completely immune to the zombie virus.

Memories Swim and Haunt You - a very angsty one-shot I recently started working on about Xiao's karmic debt. He's not at all having a good time in this fic and neither is anyone else.

Beyond the Sea - this fanart has me by the throat and now head so very full. I did not care about Xingqiu before this and now I am researching his lore and personality so that I may write him properly. Still in the planning stage on this one, but basically Osial is reborn as Xingqiu (his body is still sealed away and released later by Childe, it just doesn't have his soul in it anymore), but he's missing some of his memories and a lot of his power. As far as basically everyone else is concerned, Xingqiu is just a strange but polite (and at times mischievous) young bookworm with some strong opinions about seemingly random topics from Liyue's ancient past. Local sword boy has beef with random funeral parlor consultant.

Kill the Lights - started writing this one-shot in December when a storm caused my power to be out for a few days. Since it was during the first day of the Lyney & Chasca banner and I had threatened Lyney into coming home during his previous rerun (Lyney & Arlecchino), I was joking with my friend that Lyney had made my power disappear in revenge. The plot of this one is that Lyney's practicing a magic trick while Lynette & Freminet watch because they're all stuck inside due to a bad storm, only for the power to go out when he completely fucks up a magic trick where he was supposed to make something "disappear"

[katiekatdragon27]

Fuck you @/rainbow-wolf120 anyways hello Rayman fandom🧍.

Every time I draw my line art style just gets more and more complicated💀😭.

Guess who gained a new interest to stick on the wall?? That's right! Me~~~~!

So, I have this very unhealthy habit of choosing favorites that never get fanart ever. In this case, Goth Teensy (my pookie💖) and Romeo.

Some info and progress photos under cut:

My sibling indoctrinated me into this fandom, and I should have seen all the signs but my fixation on GT rn is too much for my ape brain to see though. (First a fanfic about GT that is eerily characterized close to me, then forcing me to endure CLH twice (it's not that bad), then being nice to me while playing Origins, then being there while I played Rayman 3, then wrote a story about GT together that's in the works lol).

Anyways, I have a sort-of interpretive version of the tennsys lol. They remind me of Moomins, so I gave them tails lol. Also, the amount of "nightmare" magic a teensy uses determines hair growth and fluffiness.

Since this is based in our AU origins story where Goth Teensy turned into a nightmare during his formative years, he's a purple fluffy teensy. Romeo is a regular nightmare magic user (Livid Dead resident), so he's fluffier than the average teensy and is able to maintain a head of hair lol.

(Ales fits in this too, but he can't keep his hair cuz his magic is super weak and embarrassing L Bozo.)

Romeo is Goth's babysitter-sorta-found-family-adoptive-brother. When Goth isn't in the lower levels of the Livid Dead (where all the nightmares are), he's with Romeo doing gardenwork, learning about the Glade, or just practicing his magic with someone who can coach him properly. They both listen to rock a lot too.

Have a nice day jahombres.

[rabitx3]

4, 5, and 15

4. Show a random page from your sketchbook

Here's a recent traditional sketch I wanted to color in digitally for some practice, and I think it looks pretty fun

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5. Show a sneak peek of smth you are planning

Cropped a sneak peek of an OP Yamato print that's almost done! And a little personal redraw I'm working on.

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15. Shout-out some art mutuals!

@concreteclouds has very cool OCs and has gotten more into customizing art dolls! She's also currently in her Persona 5 era and is making a bunch of fanart for these guys!

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@pitohuiart is currently working on their own comic and is a huge fan of Magical Girls! If you like OCs, action, and drama please go check out their comic! I promise you'll fall in love with the cast.

[gemini-queen42]

also lads sorry I've been kinda dead.. ik it ain't wednesday but here's some WIPS I've got / been working on!!!

1st one is the ref for a new dnd character of mine :] funniest part w/ how much getting her fur pattern down has been a struggle for me [as u can see w/ all the mini tests.. I'm trying to do basically the same thing w/ all of them hdfjgk] is that literally no one else is going to see it besides like, the DM maybe. like she's disguised and will be introduced as disguised to the rest of party, they will NOT be seeing this ref.

2nd one is one I've posted b4, but she's a lil further along now- lighting is the main point of this piece and by fuck is it screwing w/ me lol. also I'm just.. not good/practiced w/ environments & objects so yknow.

3rd one i'm not sure I'll ever finish? it'd Ophelia as, well... Ophelia from that one painting lol.

but yea :] I also have other pieces I plan on doing that don't have sketches even yet... [Magical girl au fanart, OTH doodles... meet the artist.. tomie x batb au.. etc jhdkgd]

so yeah!

[sirsealery]

GOD I FUCKING HATE AI. im so sick and tired of ai garbage popping up everywhere. disrespectfully, get that shit OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE. do not show up, on my goddamn screen, in my house, GET OUT. im sick of my loved ones getting baited by ai generated nonsense and im sick of getting my sites flooded by it.

ai does not make the arts 'more accessible'. the whole POINT of art is that you put time, effort and LOVE into it. there is no love in a machine. its disgusting and such a disrespect to everyone who has ever invested themselves in their craft. hundreds and thousands and thousands of years of people making art, drawing, writing, making music, dancing. idk about ai dancing but all of the others especially.

and i fucking hate the argument 'oh but im not as good as the ai!1!!1!!" im not the greatest artist ever. im not a master of my crafts, and THATS OKAY. im a young writer and musician, ive spent most of my life writing, ive been writing since i knew how. ive been playing my instrument for almost as long as i can remember, and i still suck! and its okay!!! but ive spent so much of my time, years and years of practice, into my arts. im better than i was when i started, every year i look back on my works and i can feel proud of my progress. my fanfiction has improved so much since my warrior cat days, and i imagine so many of the wattpad writers back in 2014 can feel the same. everyone sucks in the beginning, and its fine! it means we're growing and improving.

but making ai art and generating ai fanfiction and making fucking ai songs (never in my life would i have thought)? thats disgusting. not only is it detrimental to the environment, but youre STEALING other peoples work for a robot to rip it to shreds and mishmash it together. and so often these ai fanfictions are taken from actual fanfiction, that people write for FREE out of the love they have for the media or community. ive written fanfiction since before i knew what it was, because i loved the book series i was reading so much, i wanted to make my own stories and use the world and express my absolute adoration for the original series in my creative, 6 or 7 year old way. i wrote it on scrap paper in pencil and doodled my characters in crayon and then went off to practice my instrument for an hour. no shit i was ass at all three of those things, but over time, ive improved. and you will too, if you put just a little bit of time and effort every day/as often as you can.

anyways, before i went off on a tangent, (sorry) but SO many fanfiction writers are so, so incredibly talented. i know dozens of amazing fic writers and im even lucky enough to get to know a couple personally. fanfiction and fanart is about community, and to steal somebodys work for- for what purpose?? because youre too lazy to make your own? fuck, nobody cares! draw like shit! write like shit! post it online, maybe get some hate, improve or give up, but either way, you HAVE to learn the appreciation for the people who are amazing at what they do! i have friends who are brilliant artists, and i cant draw myself, so watching them is like watching magic. watching them furrow their brow while trying to decide between two shades of blue that i cant tell the difference between, watching them draw effortlessly smooth lines, why would you want a robot to do that? the beauty of it is the love put in, and the insane amount of effort put into making them this good. five years ago, i thought my best friend was an amazing artist. time has passed, shes improved infinitely, and i feel so incredibly proud of her because i know that shes spent so much of the last five years doing art to get better. and i know that in five years she'll be even better! art is a journey of hard work progress and ai simply can never replicate that. to make any kind of ai 'art' is to disrespect the people that worked so fucking hard to get here. you cant take shortcuts on this, you can work hard and youll improve faster, but theres no ladder to the top! you can make as many ai images and ai textwalls as you want, but it doesnt make you an artist.

"oh but i want the results/make content for my ocs/fav characters/WHATEVER now without having to put years into it!" yeah, we all do, youre not fucking special. but effort is the human existence, so shut the fuck up and either learn to do it, pay someone to do it (AND APPRECIATE THEM.), or suffer with ideas in your head and no way to express them like god intended. if you want fanfiction, get on ao3 goddamnit. its free.

maybe youre older than twelve years old, and your writing isnt good, your drawing isnt good, your music isnt good. who fucking cares? cringe is dead. do art. its never too late to start, and i think i speak for everybody when i say we'd much rather have 'bad' new artists and writers than have a single more piece of ai slop.

(sorry for this long ass rant/vent where i basically repeat myself a dozen times, love you all and never stop doing art)