#is that enough tags ???? xD

[clovertoast]

Saw a trend where you draw a Miku design for yourself, so I’ve made the most self indulgent Miku ever. She loves bugs

[meterrrvolt]

this movie was SO GOOD

[mikimeiko]

Jayce and Viktor in season 1&2 of Arcane

[ratguy-nico]

Adivinen quien al fin dibujo algo? Wich means I'm back baby!

Its not perfect (like everything I made), but I just love drawing comic-like-stuff, I get to relax more. I dont try to do the lines perfectly or the super accurate anatomy (mostly cause I dont know shit about anatomy at all) and also get to be more simple in the colors, wich helps cause I struggle making colors a lot.

I missed drawing my babies...but why did I drawing them like that? XD I swear...I think I should have seen some reference cause I totally change the way I draw the Burger Babys which is crazy for me XD

Now...is this an AU, is this them as teenagers, why is Louise working on Aplebees? Well I didnt put an exact age for the guys here, they could be 16 or 19 I dunno.

This is solely based on this post from @zer0ogravity I lmao with this and totally need it to draw it.

btw I from Latam, I didn't knew what Applebees was until making this comic so if Applebees dont look like this sorry.

[sleepy-edits]

[s2pdoktopus]

I gave him a girlfriend.

(this scene starts with them kissing, actually. I just didn't want to draw people kissing. Jiang Cheng pulls back because he doesn't want to ruin their friendship, nevermind that she initiated. He apologizes for how inappropriate that was. Meihua, undeterred, asks him if it's inappropriate because they aren't exactly courting each other. Jiang Cheng doesn't answer so she took that as a yes and then the comic happens.)

[albinokittens300]

Just realizing JInx, in her new, outfit is sporting matching pink X's alllll over her.

Guys the level at which Timebomb is winning rn...

[bleue-flora]

Do you ever think about the fact that Punz’s hoodie is white?… like do you think he got home after the prison break and saw splotches of blood stains on his hoodie (from Dream’s hug) and got concerned? Or did he brush it off as injuries from the fight or whatever…

Like just imagine, hours later after the adrenaline has died down and he’s taking off his white hoodie and he notices blood. Alarmed, he looks down at himself but sees no wounds as expected. He scans his brain - then where would the blood be from? And then he thinks about their meetup, this time noting Dream’s appearance. The tears in the orange jumpsuit, the blood new and old crusting its edges, the scars peppering the spots of skin not covered and he realizes that “little south” meant Hell…

[danwhobrowses]

What's this? My skin, cleared? My crops, watered!? My heart, soaring!!??

Callowmoore softness, comfort and sleeping beside each other my FUCKING BELOVED!

[1tsstargaze59]

CANON ANXIFEAR COLOR DROP WOH?????

While I work on the others concept arts, may have had them on the brain- again LMAO 🧡💜

Imagine being scolded by your bestie for being a simp???? Couldn't be me /j

Bonus sketches tehehe ft. Sandy aka Beachside! Sadness ^^ Her and Finn's friendship is so wholesome IM IMPLODING 😭😭😭💥💥💥

[eirenical]

New WiP, who dis?

OK, so I've been sitting on this plot bunny for a while, and it finally got big enough to start jumping on my head with this last rewatch. One thing I've noticed about how Jiao Liqiao and those around her speak of her heritage, it always seemed to me like she was not just descended from Nanyin royalty, but somehow raised as Nanyin royalty, either by a secret enclave of Nanyin royalists... or because she is significantly older than she looks. I went with option 2. ^_~

Enjoy? ^_^

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The End

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"Xuan-tangjie!  Xuan-tangjie!!  You can't go.  You can't.  If you go, we'll never see each other again!"

Princess Longxuan turned away from her mirror to catch the child running at full tilt towards her from the door.  She was forever getting away from her minders and none had been hired yet who could effectively corral her.  Since her mother had died, Princess Longxuan was the only one she would listen to.  Longxuan pulled the girl up into her lap, gently rocking her and dabbing at her tears.  "Qiao-er, my Qiao-er, you mustn't think that way.  Our two countries are to be allies.  There will be visits of state.  You will one day marry, perhaps to a noble of Great Xi and we might live together once more.  You never know what may happen in the future."

Longxuan sat holding her young cousin until well after dark.  When she eventually calmed, they talked over other things, gentler things: Qiao-er's new dress, her maid's newest son, born with hair white as snow, what she was learning from her tutors, anything to take her mind off of their upcoming separation.  When she finally fell into an overtired slumber, Longxuan returned her to her rooms and tucked her into bed.  By the next night, Princess Longxuan of Nanyin had become Consort Xuan of Great Xi… and Nanyin was no more.

Qiao-er had been more right in her fears than she knew.

They never saw one another again.

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The Middle

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"Xue-gong… I need more time.  I know my cousin.  Xuan-tangjie wouldn't have gone to her death without a plan in place for her child.  I know he's out there somewhere.  I Just have to find him!"

Xue-gong clenched his fist at his side.  His parents had served his mistress until an unexpected bandit raid ended their lives when he was ten years old.  They had never been warriors, never trained to fight.  They never stood a chance.  It had been just he and the princess ever since… until several years later when they'd caught wind of others. 

Servants who had escaped the palace before the army of Great Xi tore it down and slaughtered all inside.  Peasants, nobles even, who had fled across the border, carrying all they dared of their heritage with them, knowing that every word of Nanyin script might give them away.  They'd found many on their journeys, none who recognized the princess for who she was.  Though this frustrated her ambitions, Xue-gong could not help but be grateful.  After all, the more known it was that a princess of Nanyin had survived its destruction… the more likely it would be that she would not survive another day more.  He would not have that.  He would not have the princess' death on his conscience.  No matter how it might anger her to sleep in barns, to hide in rags, to force her tongue to the speech of Great Xi until her native accent was not even a memory.  It would all be worth it if she survived.

"Your Grace, I suggest patience.  To seek recklessly after the prince could be to reveal his presence to those who would do him harm… as well as your own."

The princess threw her hand in the air and waved him silent.  "Bah!  Patience.  Caution.  That's all you ever council.  You would have me hide among the filth until I'm old and grey-haired and too dull-witted to care about the destruction of my homeland."  She began to pace, chewing at the ragged edge of a fingernail that had split just the other day and caused a tantrum the likes of which Xue-gong had been sure would bring the authorities down on their heads.  "It's all about time, isn't it?  Revolutions take time.  Resources.  Allies.  I just need more of the first, so I'll have time to collect the rest."

She turned back to Xue-gong, tapping her fingernail against her chin as her smile widened.  "There have always been stories of people cultivating to immortality.  I don't need immortality, I just need a bit more time.  To hold my youth for a bit longer.  I will find what I need, if I have enough time.  And you will find a way to get me the time I need."

Xue-gong bowed deeply.  What was one more impossible task among the hundreds he'd already fulfilled?  If his princess wanted more time, then surely there would be a way to get it for her.  He just had to find it.

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The Beginning

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"You Grace.  You know I will serve you until the day that I die, and beyond that, if I can find a way, but you are playing with fire, and I must caution you—"

"Caution again, Xue-gong?  When we are so close to achieving everything we desire?  What do I tell our people if we back down now?  We have the Rama Vessel.  We have the ice shards.  Shan Gudao has an army ready to take down the demons who stole our land, and Zunshang if finally within my grasp!  Why would you possibly urge caution now?"

"Because Xue-po is gone and she served you well for over 60 years.  Because Zunshang may seem broken and defeated but the look in his eyes screams otherwise.  Because Shan Gudao is not your cousin's long-lost heir and you know that as well as I do.   Because so many of our people are counting on you to build them a new home.  Because you and I have all the time in the world if we wish it and this is not a race, especially if the cost of winning is to lose everything else."

The princess turned, a stubborn look on her face that Xue-gong well recognized.  But even as he watched, that face relaxed, the stubbornness faded.  She took a deep breath.  "As always, there is wisdom in what you say, Xue-gong.  We will think.  We will make plans.  We will bide our time once more if necessary.  We will need an exit strategy."

Xue-gong bowed deeply, relief flooding his veins.  "As you command, Princess."

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Xue-gong stood in the shadows, safely dead in the eyes of their enemies, as was his mistress… and he hardly believed what he saw.  The Mother Bug… gone.  That could mean only one thing.  He turned to find his princess' eyes just as wide and horrified as his own.

"Li Xiangyi… Li Xiangyi…?  Li Xiangyi is…"  She whirled away, stalking off into the shadows, her voice rising further in disbelief with every step she took, with every bound of qinggong that carried her away from the site of Shan Gudao's defeat.  When they finally stopped, coming to ground near the newest safehouse they'd established, she grabbed Xue-Gong's lapels and shook him hard enough to rattle his teeth.  He let her.

"How can Li Xiangyi be Xuan-tangjie's lost heir?  How?  How is this possible?  He's so… he's so…!"  At this, she ran out of words and simply screamed, pushing Xue-gong away as she began to pace the courtyard.

He waited until she slowed, her breathing ragged, her limbs trembling, before approaching once more.  He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, pulling until she turned and buried her face in his chest, wailing quietly into his robes.  "He stole Zunshang from me!"

Xue-gong held her, softly stroking her hair and down her back, soothing the tears that she seemed unable to stop.  When the storm finally eased, he took a step back, offering a handkerchief for the princess to dry her eyes.  As she did so, he tapped a finger under her chin… and smiled.

"Then won't it be incredibly satisfying for you to use him to steal Zunshang back… and achieve everything else you've ever wanted?"

The princess's mouth dropped open into a little 'o', her eyes widening at the playful tone of his voice.  She breathed out just one word: "How…?"

His smile widened.

"I'll show you."

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[gomzdrawfr]

Oh, I know you aren't related. 😅 I was just trying to say thank you for being a wonderful part of the NikPrice army. And for being a good friend, and giving Rawr a Nikolai in trying times. 🤍

aww thank you thank you hehehe

[narcsmelly]

And your feet are so tiny they’d never fit in my shoes [x]

[mikimeiko]

Arcane | Season 2 (2024), Christian Linke and Alex Yee

[spark-river]

Solomon's death

scenario?:

Solomon is dying. He got attacked by some weapon canceling his immortality and now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere, alone and without any help. Left for dead in his final moments to feel the pain his immortality spared him from. Desperately wishing to see them again.

Barbatos is just ready to serve tea to the young master. Precariously he's balancing a cup and kettle on the tablet, making it look almost easy with his elegance. That is until a sharp pain cuts through him. Solomon? But he's immortal, how? The kettle shatters as his instincts drive him to run. Even ignoring the prince's calls as he goes as fast as his legs can carry him.

It doesn't take long for him to arrive. Regardless, it's almost too late. Solomon's breathing is labored and shallow, his eyes unfocused towards the sky. Skidding to a stop Barbatos kneels next to him.

“Solomon?”, his voice is chocked. The sorcerer can't move his head but his eyes fall on Barbatos as tears gather.

He wants to respond but can't find the energy to, simply looking at his oldest friend. The person who raised him when his human life was nothing but hurt.

Meanwhile Barbatos was regretting. Regretting his attitude. Regretting how little time he spend with him. Regretting being too late. Solomon's fate was already sealed. He wished his most recent memories of the sorcerer weren't filled with annoyance and hostility. He wished his last memory was a good one, something to look back on and smile. Instead he had disregarded him this whole program and even after he only had negatives to give.

His son was dying and he didn't even know the last time he told him he loved him. Doesn't even know if he ever did. Did Solomon even realize how much he meant to him? How proud he was of who he became? Barbatos could only hope the other realized all the unspoken things. There simply wasn't enough time.

“Don't leave me.”, he sobbed into the open air as he gathered his child into his arms. “Please stay, my son.”

The word he would never have dared to utter before were now displayed between them two. Despite all the years they shared and how much they've grown, this was it.

Solomon's lips twitched in the attempt of a smile as his eyes seemed to dim. It wasn't long before Barbatos watched the light leave them as the irregular rise and fall of his chest ceased.

His son was dead.

He screamed.

[storiesofaot]

Last Things Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @satsuki92 and @starshower1215 🫶🏼 Soo let's get started!

Last song: Under the Tree by Ed Sheeran - apparently, it's from an upcoming Christmas movie? (When I searched for it, the second YouTube video I got was an AOT song?? I did not know that song! 🤯)

Favourite Colour: Hmm very difficult; I've always really loved light orange and like a dark red/burgundy (for sweaters 🥹), but I am currently very, very much in love with dark green/olive, soo...

Last Book: If audiobooks count, then "Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children" by Ransom Riggs (shoutout-ing you back for that book rec, @satsuki92 🤭). If not, then I am pretty sure it must've been a German book called "Das Geschenk" (= The Gift) by Sebastain Fitzek about half a year ago, which I got as a gift for my birthday!

Last Movie: "The Princess Switch"

Last TV Show: "The Bad Batch" Season 2

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Oh no doubts here, 100% sweet 🍫

Last thing I googled: "sled or sleigh" (Google suggested the question "is Santa a sled or sleigh" to me lol!) and "Whats is a two people sled called" (and no, Google, I wasn't talking about a luge 🙃 They aren't doing Winter Sports!! xD)

Current Obsession: Since my Levihan obsession and my Christmas obsession, are not just current, too, I'd have to say... Japanese (acoustic) pop songs? I can listen to them while I'm editing: the words don't distract me since I don't understand anything, but I really love how they sound and their vibe 😍

Looking forward to: Christmas! And the cup of tea that's currently waiting for me haha 🎄

Tagging @sunflowersunite @quillsandblades @youre-ackermine @dont-f-with-moogles , if you like to do it ✨️