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Hey, do you have the next part of idiots in inaba in mind? Just asking because if you post it in the next few months, it will be an annual event, and I think that'd be funny.
(this is part 4 of my anne in inaba au, you can find the previous posts here: [part 1, part 2, part 3])
#inabanne au#gryffin's aus#asks & requests#comics#the way this got me off my ass lmao#i didnt have any concrete plans and i got this ask and it Worked. idk if ill continue past this point#but the idea of me having two annual 'series' and both of them being about anne was so funny to me i had to make something#maybe if i think of a continuation it will happen but im out rn x.x#persona 5#p5#shiho suzui#ann takamaki#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#p5r
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Random doodles and Wips, been in a Saffron and Zenos mood for no particular reason :)
#ff#ffxiv#saffron#Zenos#Sesame#idk that Sesame wip I’ll continue it but it’s always fun to draw his profile#and any intense emotion on him :)#Saffron my darling girl whom I love and will torment in like a few days if my plans r going well#if not oh well#and Zenos is there#I’ve missed him#I need to eat him
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Hope y’all have got some kromer or this call might be pretty short.
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prev (ch:3::2) / next (ch:3:4)
(a quick thanks to my beta reader @prunpplee)
#art#my art#fanart#deltarune#reconnecting updates#reconnecting#dr#WHO IS THAT ON THE PHONE??!? WHAAAAAAA#funny story I actually foreshadowed this before ch2 even started lolll#have a wonderful Christmas everyone! I’m takin a BREAK NOW#ldisnofjwn#idk how I finished this so fast but I did#imma take a break by sculpting cause I like it#I love y’all#really I do I never expected to have upwards of 800 readers of my goofy little comic#thank you to all my wonderful readers as this story continues#and thank you to my magnificent beta reader prunpplee#and thanks to my co-writer who helped me plan this out months and months ago#💜#reconnecting update
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A/N: I can't come up with a title so,,,, yeah!! Anyways, I've had this saved in my drafts and I miss writing and even with spring break!! my professor still gives us homework. So, here I am. this is just a thing where like reader is an angel and falls and like it was gonna be a short series, but like,,, i never finish my series (except for ciays)
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You sit with a pit in your stomach. Your legs are causing the items on the table to shake, and you can't stop the dread that is looming over you, cold and heavy. There's a shift beside you, and a hand cups over your thigh, a feeble attempt to get you to stop moving. You can only flinch in response.
“Can you just- I don’t know, fucking chill or something?” His hand gives you a squeeze, before pulling back and crossing his arms. “They aren’t gonna do shit to you.”
“Lucifer fell because he asked too many questions,” you counter, gasping for breath. The room feels too tight, too full and empty all at once.
Beside you, he scoffs. “Love to break it to ya babe, but you aren’t him. You’ll be fine.”
“Exactly,” you hiss, hiding your face in your hands. “I’m not him. I’m- I’m a low ranking Angel. I- Oh Father, I don’t hold any type of status. I’m going to fall,” you voice breaks and tears are in your eyes, horror and fear making you pale.
“You’re not.” He’s harsher this time, and pulls you to look at him. His name is on your tongue, and he interrupts you. “I’m vouching for you. And so are the rest of my girls. You’ll be fine.” He loosens his grip on you, and smooths a hand down your hair. “Chillax, babe. I know you’re a little goody-two-shoes, but this is nothing. You’ll probably just get demoted or some shit.”
“Adam.” Your hands grasps onto his, and you want to believe that he’s right. “But what if-”
The door opens, and you both whip your head around, watching as Seraphim walks in, her head held high and face lack of expression. The pit in your stomach swallows more of you.
Your rise from your seat, and Adam begrudgingly follows. “Sera-” you clear your throat- “I uh- Seraphim. Good evening. I- I thought we were not allowed to meet before the trial,” you look around the room, and for a moment, you have hope. She wouldn’t go against orders, so perhaps she’s here with good news. You give her a tense smile, and she walks to the desk, her wings taut and folded behind her.
She sits at the chair with her arms folded over the desk. “I wanted to be the one to deliver the verdict.”
Your brows furrow, and sit back down, your ankles crossed over one another, and your body leaning towards Adam’s. His hands reach over the space between the chairs and you grasp onto him, nails digging into the clothed covered skin.
“The verdict?” You ask in a whisper. “But I hadn’t- What about my trial?”
“It was decided that you would not have a trial.” Her voice is like stone, unwavering, strong, and heavy.
“Decided by who?” A chill runs down your spine, and it’s as if you can feel a presence around you.
“If there’s no trial then how do fuck do you all even have a verdict?” Adam, as always, is crude, and it only furthers the sickness deep in you.
“Adam,” you say in a high pitched voice.
He turns to you, and squeezes your hands. “Well? What is it? Community service? A demotion in rank? Paperwork?”
“Sera,” your chest is tight, your bones pricing into the tender flesh, “why didn’t I have a trial?”
“Look, the demotion can’t be that bad, right? I’ll look after them. Make them my assistant or something. I got shitload to do anyways, they’ll keep me on it.”
“Sera,” you plead, “I was promised a trial. I was told that it would be fair.”
“No trial is good, right? Means it was easy to consider your fate.” You flinch. “You get to be my assistant. Don’t worry babe-” he tugs on your hands for your attention, but you’re fixated on Seraphim and that way that they look at you with somber eyes- “I won’t work you too hard.” The playful tinged words make you sick.
“Sera,” you croak, leaning away from Adam- “my trial. It was promised.”
She calls your name, it’s whispered like a prayer, uttered like a curse and laced in sorrow. You know your outcome, before she can even say it. “I’m terribly sorry.” Your body goes cold. “It has been decided that your punishment for questioning the beliefs and practices of Heaven will be the taking of your wings and The Fall to Hell.”
You can taste the bile. It burns, the acid fills your mouth, and it makes your eyes burn with hot tears.
“What the fuck!” Adam shouts, your hands are let go, and you stare into her eyes. You can hear the chair squeak as it’s pushed away and it nearly topples over. Adam goes to you, short strides to grasp his hands over your shoulders. “That isn’t fucking fair! They were promised a trial, so where the fuck is it?” He’s furious, and the hands around you bring you no comfort.
“I’m terribly sorry.” Seraphim looks at you as she speaks. “For the both of you.” Her eyes dart between you and Adam.
“I didn't mean to,” you whisper, your nails digging into your clothes. “I promise that I-”
“Come on Sera! I've done worse shit than them. Can't we just look the other way?”
“Adam, I need to speak to them alone.”
“Like fuck I’ll-”
“Adam,” you breathe out. He looks at you, moving to kneel in front of you and you look at the demonic mask, and you want to retch. “Let us speak in private, please. I’ll meet you outside.”
He looks at you, through the golden eyes of the mask. “Fine,” he huffs. He stands, and presses a kiss to the top of your temple. You wish that you could return the gesture- that you could look up and kiss him back without worry. “Yell if you need me,” he whispers to you. You nod, unable to mutter a word to him.
The door clicks behind him, and you’re left alone with Seraphim- something that you’ve never had the opportunity to experience. Perhaps if circumstances were different, you’d be more ecstatic.
They call your name, and she holds her hands out to you. Like a trained dog, you place your hands in hers, and you let the tears fall.
“Why am I falling?” You ask, gaining no comfort from her hands.
“Emily- one of the younger Seraphim- has begun to question certain aspects of Heaven. I fear that the questions won't settle.”
“So this is- I’m meant to scare her? To remind her of her place?”
Seraphim sighs, and she lifts a hand, tracing a delicate finger along the back of your hand. You hate the ways he says your name- like she still cares for you. Like your name is sweet as honey. As if she has the right to speak to you with care and love. “You must understand that Emily is still so young.”
“And a higher ranking than I am.” You turn away from her, but you can’t pry your hands away. You want comfort, even if it's given by your judge and even if the hands that hold yours are going to be stained in gold. They say nothing to your comment, and you hold their hand tighter. “When?” You croak out.You dig your nails into their skin- it’s cold, and as much as you want to hurt them, you cannot.
“By the end of the week.” Their words are spoken without wavering. “You’ll be confined in one of our holding rooms for incoming souls for the time being. You’ll still be allowed visitors. The spectacle will be watched by only those that you allow, and by the high-ranking angels.” You let out a sob, and bow your head. “It will be quick. With the ranking unbeknownst to the rest, it will be an Exterminator who will remove your wings. They’ll be wearing one of the ceremonial robes. After the removal of your wings, you’ll be-” she pauses and you can already feel the emptiness.
“I’ll be cast out.” You look up and she nods, her hands squeezing yours.
“Understand that if I could will it any other way, I would.”
You look at the hands holding onto yours, and you think about how someone will have to clean your blood. How they’ll get on their knees and wipe the ichor from the floor, how the rags will drip in riches and stain their hands in sin. Your wings flitter in response.
“You said an Exterminator?”
“Lute has been tasked with your severance.”
“Why not Adam?”
Seraphim looks shocked. “I- I would not wish for him to be the one to remove your wings. If it were any other, I believe he would do an excellent job, but since it’s you,” she trails off. “I do not believe he would be able to commit.”
“But Lute can,” you say.
“Yes. She is able to put her feelings aside, and do her job.” Seraphim pauses, their eyes are trained on you, and a few look at you in pity. “However, if you wish for it to be Adam-”
“No,” you interrupt. “No, you’re right. He wouldn’t be able to.” Your wings feel heavy. “Sera?” She hums in response. “How soon will I be cast out after my wings are removed?”
“Effective immediately.”
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You lay in your new bed- the mattress new and solid underneath you. It’s nothing like the one back home. You can’t seem to get comfortable, all that you can do is lay there wrapped in Adam’s arms, pulled close to his body where your breath tickles at his skin. “You can run,” he says quietly into your ear. “I’ll leave the door unlocked, and you can run.” His act of defiance brings tears to your eyes.
“Adam,” your voice breaks.
“The Exterminators will be the ones tasked with chasing you down.” You feel the way his hands grip your skin, clawing and desperate to keep you beside him. “They won’t get you. They’re loyal to me. They’ll listen. You can live on Earth.”
When you close your eyes, tears trace down the curve of your face. “Lute is the one performing the severance of my wings,” you tell him a hoarse whisper, unable to keep the horror out of it. Even speaking about it is enough to send a pain down your spine and at the base of your wings. His nails pierce into your skin, pinching into the softness of your stomach. His wings flutter, and they are heavy above your body. “She’ll do a good job,” you comfort. “A clean cut that will make it easy to heal.” There’s bile burning in your throat. “Please don’t be upset with her after the event.” His arms wrap tighter around you, and his wings hide you from the outside, curving over your body, cupping you and holding you. Your hands hold onto him, at the nape of his neck, trying not to look at him, but commit his touch to memory. “I don’t think you should be there.”
“Like fuck I won’t,” he seethes, the venom in his words are unable to hide the tremor.
“Adam,” you murmur, “I’m serious. I- You shouldn’t see me like that. I- I know that I would look for you after it happened. I- I can’t ask for you to see me so broken.”
“I’m going,” he tells you in a tight voice, his breaths coming out in gasps.
You nod, and swallow the pit lodged in your throat. “Please don’t stop it.” He whispers your name, and lets you go, coming up to a sitting position. His wings still stretched, touching you so gently. You look up at him, tear stains glistening on your cheeks. “This is my fault. I’ve accepted it. I know I’m going to plead and cry for mercy, but ignore me, Adam.” Your hands find his, and you hold onto him desperately. “Don’t fight for me. Let it happen.”
“You should run away,” he tells you again. “We can run together.” Tears glisten in his eyes, and you don’t recall ever seeing him so upset.
You smile, but it trembles and falls, and tears spill out. “Where would we go?” You ask in a quiet voice.
“Earth.” His jaw tightens, and you don’t comment when his voice cracks. “We’d take a bunch of gems from here and sell them there. We’d be rich.” You try not to let the quaking in your chest show, the soft stuttering that threatens to release a storm. “We’d sing in some dingy ass club, and I’d use my blessing to make us famous.”
You laugh, and it’s clouded by tears. “I thought we were in hiding?”
“We’d be in disguise,” he counters, a hand prying away from your grip to wipe away the tears. “We’d settle after a few years, get a nice house in a big city. Gamble, drink, fuck. Maybe have a few kids in like a hundred years.” He smiles when you turn your head to kiss his palm, your other hand going to curve over his. “We’d have a nice life.” He lays over you, hiding his face into the crook of your neck, and presses his lips to the warmth of your skin when your hands tangle themselves into his hair. “It’s a nice plan, right?”
“Of course,” you say through tears. “You always come up with good plans.”
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You stand in a stadium, dressed in white, your back exposed and your wings fluttering about no matter how much you will them to still. No one fears that you are going to run. Not when there are archers lined, and not when the Angels are watching you. You see Adam, and he wears his mask, standing with his arms held behind him.
You wish you told Seraphim that he wasn’t allowed.
Chains bind your ankles and wrists. The iron pinching your skin and irritating the flesh. You’d take this pain a thousand times over than what’s about to happen.
“For questioning Heaven’s beliefs and practices,” the voice echoes around, “we sentence you,” your name sounds empty, and you can’t breathe, “to have your wings removed and to be banished from Heaven.” You do a stupid thing and glance at Adam and he looks away at your glance. You feel a tinge of pain, but it’s better this way. “You will now have your wings removed.”
You turn your head, and see Lute. She’s shrouded in white robes with gold accents. Her hair is tied, and her wings are pinned behind her. She does not cast you on any type of look and you're grateful for that.
Her gaze is steeled. You know her. She knows you. She’s seen you at your worst, and you’ve seen her at her best. You’ve shared meals with her- broken bread and drank wine together. She’s been in your home. Her smile has always been sharp, and there are moments where it’s tender, vulnerable and saved for those closest to her.
She does not smile at you. She keeps her gaze focused on you, and you can’t help but tremble, the iron of the chains clinking together. You look away, and you’re grateful you had nothing to eat the morning of. You were grateful you were not given the choice of a last meal.
“On your knees,” Lute tells you in a strained voice.
You hope Adam won’t be mad at her. You hope that if he is, that she can take it.
You flinch at the chill touch of the sword. Your wings flutter, and you bite your tongue. You should make your case once more. You shouldn’t be here. You only asked a simple question. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t be here. There’s a point against your back. You look up and find Adam. You need him to save you. You can run away with him. You’ll live the life he wanted. You’d do anything. You’d be his. You yelp as something sharp cuts into you. You’d never disobey Heaven again. You’ll never ask again. You’ll be content. Please, Father, you’ll be good.
“Stay still,” she says, breathing out the last word in a plea, and when you cannot, she’s forced to continue.
The tearing is a sharp pain. One that makes you writhe and scream, your throat raw and the sounds unbearably loud. Every twist and turn only further aggravates the wound, skin pulling and muscles bare for the Angels to see. Warmth runs down your back, caressing the small part of your back and spilling onto your legs and thighs. Your hands slam into the ground, clawing at the porcelain floor. Through tears, you can liquid gold, shining and shimmering.
The cool air is agony against your open wounds. You’re warm, and wet, and the final strip of skin is pulled away from you. The heaviness of your wings are gone from you, and crane your neck to see them land with a heavy ‘thud’ away from you. The base of the ivory feathers are drenched in gold, and you can only think about the misery you’re in, and you reach for them. You need them back, you want them back. You’d sew them onto yourself if you could, but you can’t leave them here.
Your eyes glance around, wide and horrified, searching the crowd, and you roll onto your back, screaming once more, and calling for Father, your eyes landing on Adam. Legs block your view, and heavy hands lift you, pulling on your arm, and stretching the raw muscle.
You can hear someone, but your own screams overpower the other, and for a moment, you’re in the air, lifted and unable to breathe, until gravity pulls you down.
It’s a searing pain. It burns your skin and the whips of air slash against your back and body. You’re beaten and battered, carried by the air of Hell, and your screams only echo around you. The ground is unforgiving, a crater forming around you as you land. Gravel and sticks push against your skin. Your body lays crumpled on the floor, limbs twisted around each other, and your body is a mix of gold and dirt.
Weeds twist into your hair, and the stench of Hell makes you retch. You cry on the ground, alone and numb. There is no Father here; there is no warmth for you here. In a shay breath, with your hands clawing at the dirt, you wish for death. You wish for the demons to pry you apart and for your body to never recover.
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And far away, tucked away in his castle, eyes looking up at the heavens, Lucifer sees a shooting star streak across the sky, and his heart drops.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#adam x reader#hh adam x reader#hazbin adam x reader#i got a few messages for my spot series so i wanna continue that#especially since i had a line i really wanted to use in my cookies and cream one#i also really wanted to finish the ghostface one#but like idk#i had like three different endings planned for it#and then there was the iwthysi with shigaraki#and like is it cringe??#yes#but i love him#anyways#im on my masters and my professors are not teaching me!!#like how are you going to preach about professionalism and not respond to emails#anyways love you bye!!#also shout out to ciays mention!!#woo!!
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should we like. try to be back to normal or what. idk. what’s the vibe right now. are we doing any better?
#I am doing okay???#making lots of activist plans with my partner. trying not to get swallowed up by despair#and tbh continuing to do my job is very important bc I am helping ppl despite it all#so idk. idk. hope yall are all right.#should we try to be horny….?
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Dp x dc idea thing. 44
Someone says the forbidden words. I wish. Now it was a child’s wish. I wish we all were with our familles. One meant to be nice.
A ghost attack had caused the collapse of a roof. The child was just happened to be in a room with the trio. Danny hadn’t even had the chance to transform.
As Desiree twists her wishes. The worst thing for Danny happened. You see he was adopted. After he failed a mission for the league rather then return he noped out of there. Granted the mission was set up to fail. He overheard his twin discussing it with mother.
Being adopted by two mad scientists at 6 was the biggest reason they never found out he survived. The Fentons were astonished by his story. Helped hide him and forged new papers. Quickly accepting him as their own son. The family had no social media presence minus the Fentonwork site, no mentions of children.
Rather then be returned to the Fentons a green portal dumped him in the middle of a grand dinning room. A ton of blue eyed black haired people eating dinner. The one that stood out was the one with green eyes.
Nope.
No
No way
Well then the green eyed one lunges at him.
Okay maybe.
When he starts yelling about impersonating his dead twin. How dare grandfather clone him. Honestly he wasn’t listening until he spoke of killing all the other clones.
Yup. That was Damian.
If vlad could make clones he has no doubt grandfather could. For all he knows vlad could have handed the info over to him for some of the rancid ectoplasm they had at the base.
He knew the truth now.
The Lazarus pits was just remnants from the river of revulsion. It’s a wonder they brought anyone back.
Honestly Damian charging him was a pain. Danny didn’t even know how his twin suddenly had a sword. Getting cut was enough of that. This was a dinning room not a training room. He was just going to have to dine and dash.
He really needs to thank jazz and sam for getting him back into physical training. He enjoyed not worrying about it 24/7. Then the whole dying had to happen. As such he got back into it. This was starting to tire him out.
From the lack of people getting out of the way. They must be used to this chaos. The look in there eyes indicated they were going to get involved. Honestly he’d rather not.
Realistically he doesn’t think Damian would be able to find him. The fentons and then tucker have helped to conceal him. By all accounts his past life never existed. Only Daniel Fenton did. Amity was a nowhere town mostly hidden by the government anyways. The whole ghost thing was meant to stay secret.
They didn’t want people poking around there.
Danny was aware it just helped hide him so why expose it. Tucker sam and jazz knew. They all could bypass it.
With a sigh and a wave of his hand he froze them in place.
“Let all just cool down here. Damian i have and had no intentions of ever seeing you again. But genies like to twist wishes unfortunately. Desiree just had to screw me over specifically to get me out of town.”
“For all i care keep your title as heir, I’m much happier playing dead. I’m already half way there. Don’t look for me. You get to be the superior twin”
“No need for late night plots on how to kill me or prove yourself. Enjoy. I have friends and family to get back to.”
With a snap of his finger a green portal opened in front of Danny.
“The ice will disappear in five minutes or so. If i remember to unfreeze it” grabbing one of the rolls on the table. Danny left through the portal.
What Danny didn’t know was his twin had been trying to find ways around the botched mission. Grandfather has only wanted one heir. Easiest way to get that was to dispose of the youngest.
#danny fenton#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#will i continue this#idk#i have three other fully flushed out things i was planning on doing#i have yet to decide which one to focus on#damian wayne#Danny is Damian’s twin#it’s all a big misunderstanding#Damian really cared about his twin#very upset to hear he heard his plotting#then assumed he was the saboteur#will Danny’s blood be tested#yup#not a clone but a familiar match#so his younger twin#Danny told his parents and friends the truth#Damian did not#batfam is blindsided#Danny’s fam prepare to hide him#will they find him#of course they will#why#purple back gorilla#this could be a good parent Fenton story. if i wrote it. it wouldn’t.
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Update on my health that no one asked for: mmmmbad
#back pain#ouwch#like ig kidney pain#idk#it hurt tho#at least my tummy doesnt hurt anymore ig#it was signifcantly more annoying but this hurts like way more#haha#owch#ummm also might have embarrassed myself at work#cause Ive got stuffed sinuses and was a bit loopy#anyway i sleep now#im not sure what exactly to do about thus#but i have work tomorrow and the convention on Saturday i need to continue prepping for#so i guess probably nothing :)#whatever ill be fine#thats all ive got planned for a while so i can finish the next Kid Leo updates and then relax#yappee#i dont ever actually get sick so i promise i will be fiiine#idk what the kidney thing is aboit maybe i pulled a muscle
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I got possessed again
#my laptop crashed but i managed to save this#planned to do more with this but im so tired#and i have to wake up earlier tmrw#and i wont want to continue this tmrw#i dont actually know if my understanding of shepnax is correct#im only on ep2#but like#whatever#this feels right at least now#if using statues for reference was illegal#id be sentenced for life#trying to color more so yeah#i fucking love sarnax#curse of strahdanya#sarnax of the edelwood#silas shepherd morgan#shepnax#loa#legends of avantris#also love the fact theyre all cosplaying#mikey has like????? the slayest nails ever????#AND THE FUCKING HAT#idk i love cos so fucking much#i love loa
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I’m very proud of these two expressions lol
#my new hyperfixation#i didn't plan on continuing that Lou Jistu's kids au sketch comic thing i did#but i guess i am#idk it's too good a story to not try#even if it's just a sketch comic#traditional drawing… my old friend….#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#Lou Jitsu's kids#lou jitsu's kids au#rottmnt sketches#sketching#sketches#rottmnt leo#rottmnt human au#human leo#rottmnt human leo#tmnt human au#expressions#drawing expressions#comic sketch
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it's so funny to me that in the books, louis and lestat might've never met if it weren't for the french revolution.. rip marie antoinette you would've loved loustat
#loustat#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#iwtv#the vampire chronicles#interview with the vampire#the vampire lestat#tvl#tvc#tldr; revoluntionaries kill the entire de lioncourt family except for lestat's dad who flees to new orleans#and after lestat and gabrielle part ways it's MARIUS of all people who's like 'hey you should go to your dad and start a new life in nola'#'who knows you might find loveee 👀'#without lestat's dad being there there's nothing drawing lestat to nola except for it being a french colony i guess#otherwise lestat likely would've just continued w his original plans of exploring eurasia. or taken another depression nap in the dirt idk#c.txt
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twilight princess + skyward sword stuff ive been drawing the past few days for practice and for fun <3 (you can take TP link's mustache out of my cold, dead hands)
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#kunst huli#oh GOD not the tags. whew. here we go......#legend of zelda#skyward sword#loz link#loz zelda#sksw link#sksw zelda#sksw groose#groozelink#i see the vision#twilight princess#tp link#tloz#midna is also there but i dont think that one doodle warrants a proper tag#been trying a new method. of just coloring over the sketch+rough colors#its been fun!!!#then i tried doing proper lineart and color it like i usually do#and man i really do not like coloring lineart#idk what it is abt it. but its such a chore. all those layers......#also have been fun solidifying the designs some more....#i still dont like how groose came out tho. too.........polished...........#i need to. use nicknames for the links bcs using the game titles every time is unsustainable#anyway. hope u enjoy👍#oh and if anyones got any suggestions for zelda art. feel free to send an ask! im planning to continue the sketching for a while
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So uh.. found smth while cleaning up my gallery
Lmao I forgot I did these holy hell
Chaggie
RadioApple
HuskerDust
CherriSnake
i still don't like this one, want to change it
Charlie's Angels
I might continue these who knows
I do... I know that I'll forget about this again or be too lazy lol
#hazbin hotel#hazbin art#chaggie#radioapple#huskerdust#cherrisnake#charlie's angels#charlie x emily x vaggie#hazbin ships#charlie morningstar#vaggie#hazbin alastor#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust#cherri bomb#sir pentious#hazbin emily#I might actually continue this#cause why tf not#if I remember lmao#oretty sure I had a plan for StaticMoth#idk wtf happened to it 😭#BUT YIPPEE!!#SHIP LOGOS HEHE#I actually love these#(except the cherrisnake one i hate that)#BUT IM PROUD OF THESE#like omv my brain for coming up with these#jk lmaodbjshshsh
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*Jericho does…whatever the fuck THAT was during the bathroom scene in episode 4*
Me, genuinely horrified: what. The. Actual. FUCK.
#yknow scenes like this make me glad I decided to start eom literally at the end of October#rather than the start of November like I was planning initially#course it was just by pure coincidence#since I had finished episode 30 of icebound early on in my shift#and wanted to listen to something other than music for the remaining 4 hours#so I was like ‘fuck it why not’#and then 24 hours later I’m 2/3 of the way through episode 4#just saying#tho idk if I’ll be able to continue the campaign during Halloween#since I have work and we’re almost certainly going to be busy the entire night#and it’s hard to listen to loa when I have to pay attention to my job#but anyway#legends of avantris#edge of midnight#this campaign is beautifully horrific and will certainly give me nightmares#can’t wait :)
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Okay, okay. I got a very serious question: Is there a series, in which you wanted to dip your toes in when it comes to drawing?
Vella! hi :3 forgive me if i misunderstood your question but Im assuming if I ever wanted to make a series with drawings, to which the answer is yes! so many- too many times!
I really admire the ones who could make entire series and comic with their AUs and art (like gira's monster 141 au, salem's comic etc), the dedication and all
I think I already talked about this in the k0f! discord group but...the one where Ghost had a hermit crab as a pet, yeah that's the first one I can think of because it is still my favourite thing I did. I don't know how I can make it into a series, considering it's probably just gonna be comics of Ghost with Percy (the crab's name) but yeah xD
When it comes to OC? yeah, a whole lot, I mean technically atm the series Im """""""""""""""working""""""""""""" on (I say that but I haven't been able to progress it) is PriceRaven's canon ish line
I think at some point, I wanted to do a full priceghostraven retired au too but just never got to it
#i lack the#attention span - time - patience - creativity - skills#to mantain a series#didchu know for kofi i had plans for a series too? for ghoap#and then i fell out the ship a bit 2 months after starting the membership thing and scrap it#i have a /lot/ of scraped k0f! stuff KAJSDH#it is a dream i can only continue dreaming for now...#sometimes I just fall out of an interest too quickly...yk#im not fast enough physically to match the speed of my head#idk why im like this either but /shrug/ yeah#honestly the hermit crab one has been gnawing at the back of my head so i MIGHT revisit it after all#anyways i appreciate the ask i hope my answer is ok HAHA#ask response#thanks for the ask <3
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Larchpaw
She/her, 8 moons, cis molly
#Larchpaw#beetleclan#apprentice#clangen#warrior cats oc#kiri’s clangen#warrior#kiri's clangen#Wow i wonder who this mini Berrymurk is. Surely it’s not his one and only daughter#surely him and his daughter don’t have nearly identical sprites save for Larch having a slightly yellower tint and an apprentice pose#But to be so forreal the name Larch is actually really fitting becuase of that becuase larch trees are a conifer that isn’t an evergreen.#their needles turn yellow and fall off in the fall which fits because she’s just a little more yellow than her dad#I also made the pointy parts of her fur point down instead of up like the rest of her family just to show she doesn’t look all that much-#-like her grandma Gravelshock#She’s technically half-clan and her other parent is unknown so I like to think her other parent had droopier fur (though I have no one in-#-particular planned)#Anyways she’s sort of friends/rivals with Swallowpaw (who I’m planning on having as the starting POV for beetleclan) so expect to see and-#-read a lot of her whenever I get to the actual story part#I actually love Larch a lot she’s very cute I’m tempted to do her POV at least sometimes#but Idk#Also I’M FUCKING BACK!!!#can’t say how regular posts will be considering the computer I use to add the border afterwords is Wigging The Fuck Out Constantly and I-#-can barely use it but I’ve got one more cat queued after this at least so there’s that!#I can’t wait to get to the actual story I’m gonna do it in fic form with some illustrations scattered throughout instead of a comic (unless#-I feel like a specific moons needs a comic)#and I think I’ll put in on my AO3 which’ll be fun so yeah. I’m excited to finally get through all these designs hopefully over this summer#and I’m done with hs now so I can continue working on it during this next year because I don’t plan on doing college immediately!! So yeah-#-I’ve got a lot of time on my hands now and I’m excited to get back to Projects!!#I’m thinking of doing commissions on my main too (including warriors/clangen designs) so look out for that if you’re interested
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he's gonna be late to his first day of breaking the law
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku 7#yakuza series#yakuza 7#yakuza like a dragon#masumi arakawa#jo sawashiro#snap sketches#it can be arasawa. if you want.#ANYWAY first pic looks like wenis ik but i just wanted to see what i could draw while i watched a speedrun race#so i Was just rushing through these.. just to try to draw faster ig..#plus i just Needed sawashiro on a bike. to continue the tradition of ttm characters riding bikes ig idk--#do i have anything else to say. IDK UNRELATED RAMBLE TIME#i wanna watch we make antiques 2 SOOO bad but when i burned the subs i translated onto the raw#for some reason the subs swapped back to mandarin about twenty minutes in#and i mean i could TRY getting through the rest of the movie with. chinese subs and japanese audio.#but im just trying to re-burn it after retrying the subs SO. fingers crossed.#i plan on watchin the barb|e movie tomorrow so i'm watching at least ONE movie#ok thats all from me bye#i should sleep but i want to squint at my fic a lil longer before ultimately not touching it at all
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