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not in riptide anymore but fuck you headcanon that the Pink 'birthmark' or whatever it is on Edyns face is actually an undersea version of Psoriasis (flakey, scaley skin worsened by stress), but because she's a triton it blends in quite well with her normal scales, only when she's in the oversea does it become itchy.
Undersea folks just think it's a form of natural shedding caused by stress. It is not.
#jrwi#edyn tidestrider#jrwi edyn#look man i got bored and looked up edyn for character design inspo#as some of her redesigns go hard#i DO hate the trend in this fandom where everyone gives characters 1 million disabilities BUT#given all the stress she's under when she was younger with Gill;;;;#yeah#it coulda formed and makes a LOT of sense.#plus that stuff goes all over the body. legs and arms and torso.#my mum even has some on her forehead like- yeah it gets everwhere#its a reasonable idea tbh#there IS more to psoriasis than just stress. but in her case. stress is the most likely cause
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will redo this shot hatsune miku and teto animation maybe
#sorry for the bad quality its all tumblr will allow lol#might delete later tbh#but its just miku and teto#for an animation idea i had#maybe i'll finish the animation but idk#ive only had the energy and motivation to animate vocaloids#for some reason
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Okay but does Peri KNOW that Dev has a robotic leg when he shows up? Something about the fact that Peri's wand is a cane and the fact that Dev could have kept his leg and just had a cane for the rest of his life instead tickles my brain.
I mean he doesn't know immediately, he wasn't like briefed or anything, but he basically lives in Dev's house so he definitely finds out. Peri doesn't comment on or react to it all though really, there's no reason for him to think anything of it, plenty of people have missing limbs, a lot of people are born without them, it doesn't necessarily mean anything sinister happened. He had no reason to pry or ask and I think Peri's lack of reaction to it helped Dev feel a bit more comfortable in his skin. (Not by much but.. a little bit.)
#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fop dev#dev dimmadome#dale dimmadome#fop dale#fop Nature AU#<- I might rename it to something else idk give me ideas#LITERALLY thinking about the ableism implications of my AU so hard#Dale doesn't even stop to think that his son might not want a prosthetic leg#(Within the context of the AU the technology is good enough its basically indistinguishable from a real leg aside from lack of sensation)#he's basically deciding FOR his son that having his leg fully replaced would be better than living with a mild disability#After being the cause of that disability!! Double traumatization whammy!#If he stopped even for a second to ask Dev what he wanted he'd have learned that this was absolutely not it!#Half the reason Dev is so secretive is because he thinks being visibly disabled is showing weakness and is some terrible thing#You need accommodations right now man!!! Tell people what you need!!#Dale doesn't actually care all that much about people knowing about the prosthetic leg as long as Dev is quiet about the cause#and doesn't make him look bad#tbh he's kinda proud of the prosthetic leg. Im sure half the reason he was so eager to push it onto his son was because his own company mad#it and wanted to try it out#I have so many thoughts this is getting so long
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Sebastian Stan. in a bathtub, which is all I actually got out of this movie.
#please don't add to gif hunts/claim as your own/edit without permission. thank you!#sebastian stan#sstanedit#sebstanedit#sebastianstanedit#we have always lived in this castle#whalitc#whalitcedit#if thats not the correct edit tag im not changing it#charles blackwood#charlesblackwoodedit#i skipped through this entire film on mute tbh i i have an idea of what the plot could be#but i really do not know anything i dont know if i want to know anything#as a 2010 aiw fan i got jumpscared by c/rispin g/lover#anyways#i do like c/rispins other roles dont get me wrong but when im not expecting him--#anyways.#more important#i think i have a few caps left for this film#i made these for c/rackship reasons but uhhhh#yknow#the fanfic girlies guys and nonbinary babes. here u go#blade cw#i didnt notice the frickan#i cant tell if its a flip razor or a regular razor#i went to beauty school i forgot the name#my thoughts are potentail stab and therefore n i c e#mine.
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Jumpscares you, it is brothers angst time >:]
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Part one: Outsider's interference
Once upon a time Two brothers left all of their suffering behind A little smile Oh brother join me, please just stay a while — [Under the apple tree | original song by xXtha on YT]
The portal closed and Dream was left there standing on the green grass alone.
The fox's words took hold in his mind and finally allowed him to connect the loose pieces of a puzzle already he had already mostly solved, but stayed in futile denial over what it formed.
Something in the hedgehog cracked.
The entire village be damned, this is his little brother we're talking about, and Dream just had enough of cleaning and dressing the endless wounds the younger gets when he "trips and falls" because he knows for sure Night barely leaves the damned tree anyway.
The tree.
Dream looked up at the hill. The tree's unmistakable might loomed over him with the duo color of apples shining just like the stars above, hundreds of tiny specks of light blending into the vast void.
There was guilt for the disdain he began to feel when pointing to it as the only reason he was stuck here, but he let it fester anyway. If anything, it helped him steel his resolve. There was a very loose plan held trapped at the back of his head since he saw a scratch on Night's face he didn't see happen when they were playing for the first time, and perhaps it would be partial to revisit it.
Thoughts of running away and making his home wherever and whenever he wanted that used to be but a distant daydream now felt tangible, and he grabbed onto them.
The hedgehog wasn't even sure why though. Today was barely any different than yesterday in terms of routine, could the traveler fox really have left such an impact? Was it the confirmation of all his worries by an unknown outsider to their situation? Being able to see that yes, getting out of here is possible? That there exists someone out there who can come an go as they please with no responsibility tying them down?
Dream envied him.
Being able to come and go not just within the same world but to others as well whenever he felt like it was something he'd let his arm be cut off for. He hoped the fox enjoys his travels.
Speaking of limbs though, the guardian's legs were already halfway to where his barely thought through plan had led him, his head finally catching up.
Leaving the tree unguarded is something he couldn't do, and picking all of the apples would simply be too time consuming and there were but few hours left until dawn.
There was no question of waiting until tomorrow least he chickens out and lets his brother get hurt again.
It simply couldn't be allowed to go on for any longer. His mother must forgive him for this, but it's for Night's and his own good.
The destination of his unconvincing conviction was the always halfway opened window of the seamstresses' shop that he snuck through. There, he grabbed a bigger bag for himself and stuffed it with a pair of ordinary clothes and boots that would loosely fit the two of them.
They couldn't function on just one set out in the wild that was for sure, even if their clothes were magic or whatever. Variety was the spice of life as they say.
After leaving a few rings on the counter and making sure he kept as quiet as possible, he slid the window into the position it was before disturbed and thanked for Saturn not being outright on the reception table as she sometimes favors being.
With the bag over his shoulder, he ran to the back of Oakley's, where the carpenter was sure to keep his heavier, more dangerous woodworking tools.
After almost knocking down a set of planks, Dream found what he was looking for.
Grabbing the axe's handle and using one leg for support, he wrestled it out of the scarred stump and gave a long pacing exhale.
All necessary things acquired, Dream ignored his heart beating in his throat while making his way uphill.
He reached for the closest apples with the full intent of placing them along with the clothes into the bag.
He never saw them decay or be damaged by any means your average apple would, and while he also wasn't exactly privy to how the whole "emotional balance" thing worked, two of each should be enough right? Before he even managed to touch one of the apples though, he felt blue eyes intently staring at him.
"What are you doing?"
Night was peering at him from one of the thick branches with a suspicious expression.
Dream didn't answer as he ripped the golden fruit off the branch and threw it into the open bag.
"Where's Nine, what are you doing?"
The fox hopped down, asking more insistently this time, exchanging bewildered glances between Dream and the tree.
"He left. And we're about to as well."
Internally cursing himself, Dream went to pull on another apple.
He should've known that he'd have to get through to Night on this first, and explain his point of view. Maybe they should've pre-planned something. But it was whatever now, too late.
"What's gotten into you what-"
The fox grabbed onto his hand to stop him, but all it did was pluck the fruit right off its stem as Dream refused to let go of it.
Night grasped and immediately took a step back. The hedgehog resumed his work towards the other side of the tree as if that distraction didn't even happen, with the younger trailing behind.
"We are not allowed to pick the apples for no reason Dream, stop!"
He flailed his arms around, trying to place himself between his brother and the next fruit in his crosshairs, but was effortlessly pushed away.
It was when the hedgehog went for the dark apple he realized one of the (very definitely many) holes in his plan.
It was said they cannot interact with the apples from their opposite side but Dream never bothered to come up with or figure out a reason why. It unfortunately became abundantly clear that if he touches one, it changes color, therefore nullifying the whole balance aspect.
"Dream!!"
Night all but screamed to get his brother's attention, only for the hedgehog to click his tongue and turn to him with a frown.
"What, I think it's pretty obvious what I'm doing here." Time for plan B then. "But I'll need your help, so go grab two apples from your side of the tree and a your books into this bag." He nonchalantly motioned his hand and the bag swung gently with its weight.
"What do you mean we're about to leave- and why did you bring an axe!?"
The kit exclaimed, pointing behind them where the tool stood stuck in the ground for later use.
Dream grit his teeth. Not out of anger, he could never be angry at the little fox, especially not when he was right. But this... complicated things.
He needs the other on his side as quickly as possible if they want to disappear before the dawn, but something told him that is gonna be near impossible to accomplish in amount of time.
Dream sighed, those baby blue eyes looking at him with all the confusion and ferocity in the world as he gently placed his hand on the little guardian's shoulder.
"Look." The hedgehog started slowly. He could at least try, "Neither me nor you are happy in here. There's no point in staying. So I'm taking the apples and we're leaving."
"Leaving? But, but to where?" Nightmare insisted pushing his brother's hand away, with his confusion quickly morphing into fear, "We can't just leave the tree here, you know that! You're not gonna cut it down, are you?"
Dream was silenced quickly. Yes. Yes, that was the plan. And the reasoning for the plan.
He tightened his brushed off hand into a fist and looked away.
It sounded completely outlandish when said out loud by someone else outside of his head though, and he found himself hesitating.
But he always hesitated, always put things off for later, and always let others have a say in what he does.
And he was tired of that. Tired of himself for being like that.
He hates that it's his little brother of all people that has to suffer his newfound stubbornness first, but it has to start somewhere, no?
"I know we can't just leave it standing while we're no longer here to guard it, but we also don't have time or a way to just take every single apple off and take it with us, so I'm doing the second best thing." He could at least explain his reasoning. "We can't stay here anymore, I can't allow them to hurt you again."
Night's ears dropped flat against his head with tails curling around his legs. The hedgehog found it impossible to keep his aloof attitude up.
"You can't just cut down the tree! That's- you realize that would kill our mother right?"
Dream refused to phrase it like that at any point in his head, yet the other served it to him as bluntly as possible.
And again. The distraught fox was right.
The guardian sucked in a deep breath.
Quite frankly, he didn't see a difference between the tree standing and it being down in regards to his mother's influence. If anything he barely heard her anymore, and she definitely didn't do anything to protect Night while he was away, so it really wasn't hard to come to terms with it.
She felt pretty much dead to him for a long time.
"I know. But if I had to choose between seeing you smile genuinely again, just once, or sitting idly underneath that stupid tree while being eaten alive by the itch of being literally anywhere else but here, I think the answer is obvious."
Dream was unable to meet his brother's face anymore, this whole ordeal turning out to be much heavier than he could ever expect being.
The one thing turning out exactly how he predicted though, was Night not being convinced in the slightest.
"Stop! Did you think about the consequences of this, like at all!? What if the apples we take will rot anyway once the tree is cut, what if we die if the tree does, what if it can't even be cut with a regular axe, what if- what-" The kit stammered, so many thoughts swarming and falling over each other in that big little head of his as he tried to wrap it around his brother's seemingly sudden 180°.
He was always such a worry wart, going over and catastrophizing any and all possibilities, and normally Dream would find it endearing, jokingly wave him off, assure him all would be alright eventually. But now he wasn't so sure of it himself
"Why are you just so ok with cutting it down in the first place!?"
Nightmare finally barked out, and while his concerns were justified, Dream couldn't afford them.
Maybe he shouldn't have been burdened with such a responsibility in the first place, then. If it was so easy for him to flip on his duty. Did anyone ask him if he wanted it? No. So why should he have to get permission to rid of it.
"Maybe not, but tell me, do you feel happy here. Like, at all? Getting kicked around like a play ball and then having a blackeye for seven days while hiding in the tree? Where you won't even talk to me? Where you keep lying to my face for no reason?"
The last question appeared to shoot right through Night's heart and the hedgehog regretted the irritated tone that seeped into his words. Unfortunately that didn't even scratch the surface of how he felt about his brother closing off to him at every turn.
Night grabbed onto the cape draped around his shoulders and shook his head.
"Well, obviously not... b-but! This is our only home! And where would we even go, we can't just leave to nowhere."
Suddenly, the little guardian's face lit up with a realization.
"Wait. He told you, didn't he. That's why you're–"
"That the villagers are relentlessly bullying you behind my back?" Dream tried to not let it get to him, the fact that his brother was more willing to confide in a stranger he knew for a couple of hours instead of him, "Don't worry I already knew, and trust that I feel horrible and like an idiot for not doing anything about it sooner. But hey, better late than never Eh?" that they barely talked to each other anymore.
He shrugged at the end, trying to shake off some of the icy sweat trickling through his bristled spines and fur. He felt sick just thinking about it, let alone hearing himself admit it out loud like that.
He needed this to be over already.
"You can't be serious."
His brother's demeanor completely dropped after that.
There was no winning him over it seemed, (not that he was in any place to try and be convincing) so Dream used that as a convenient punctuation point for him to go get the axe.
"I am. And we're also running out of time, so if you'd just pack your things and let me do my thing, we'll be up over and gone sooner than later."
He gripped the handle, the tool much heavier in his hand than it was before and he turned back to face his brother.
"No. I won't let you go through with this."
Dream staggered, the little guardian stood before the tree, one hand gripped the cape closed over his chest and the other held protectively outstretched in front of the tree.
"I'm doing this for us Night. For you. I can't let us stay here anymore."
Dream said through his teeth, fighting back the burn behind his eyes.
"We'll why are you pointing an axe at ME then huh? 'Doing it for me', you weren't even meaning to TELL me before it was already DONE AND OVER!"
The fox yelled, steadily losing his own battle with years as they welled up, no matter how hard he tried to he tried to shake them away and keep up his resolute stance.
Dream's mouth grew to a thin line, grip on the handle as strong as he could hold, yet the thing began to slip through his fingers anyway.
"Night please–"
"You're doing this just for your own selfish sake. We are supposed to GUARD the tree, that's why we were born, and you're here just–"
The hedgehog sneered.
"So you'd rather be bullied to death here than make one leap of faith and a sacrifice?"
Nightmare sucked in a shaky breath, looking behind him, down the hill, and then back at his brother while barely moving his head as the tears pushed over the edge and cut through the fur on his muzzle.
"Y-yes."
Dream grimaced, trying and failing to swallow a thick lump of saliva clogging his throat. Or maybe it was his actual heart up there. Who could tell at this point.
"You don't mean that."
The little fox shook like a leaf, staring daggers into his brother's shoes.
"We were born to do this Dream, we- we can't–"
"We can't just keep waiting for one of us to drop dead or get killed Nightmare."
The fox's eyes darted up at the mention of his full name. Dream rarely used it, if ever. He thought it sounded way too mean, and contained too many syllables, so it "took too long to say."
Maybe on the off chances he was being a patronizing big brother and trying to poke fun at how the little guardian acted so much more mature than some adults in the village, he'd use the full name. But this was hardly a lighthearted jab and far away from a good laugh the two brothers once shared (when was the last time they did that.)
"We are meant to guard the tree with our lives if necessary, you know. You'll–" the fox swallowed thickly blinking away his tears and locking eyes with his brother properly "You will have to get through me first."
Dream couldn't even move his facial muscles at this point, so he just gave his brother an empty stare.
He quickly ran through the events that led the two of them to this confrontation in the first place, because where he stood now felt just so... surreal.
He could drop it here and now though. Stick the axe back in the ground and put his hands up in a surrender. They would eventually laugh it off a couple weeks later (or not talk about it at all) and everything would go back to the repetitive, mind numbing routine.
The same injuries he'd had to take care of, the same song and dance he would have to do to keep the villagers he never asked for to be here happy.
And then slowly burn out while he watches his brother slowly die right next to him as each day slips on by.
He could do that.
Dream sighed, surprising himself that there even was any air left in him as he did so, and he took a shaky step forward.
"Out of my way. Last warning."
Nightmare didn't waver, whether it was because of his determination or fear keeping him frozen in place didn't exactly matter.
The hedgehog could barely keep himself standing, let alone walk towards the tree and swing the axe, but he had to. He had to if he wanted to get them out of this lukewarm hell.
"NO! What you want to do is unthinkable!" The fox cried and finally moved to take a step closer to the tree, maintaining the distance between them and seeking comfort from his mother who would not respond to him. She never did.
"I can't let you–"
Or perhaps this time she will. Except not with comfort and gentle words as a mother should to their distraught child, but an earsplitting shriek that petrified both of them in place.
Despite it being past midnight, the sky somehow grew darker along with everything else alive around them.
An unrelenting grasp of burning chill and rot bloomed from the base of the tree and the world was set to slow motion when a single twinkle of gold caught Dream's eye.
All the dreadful slag keeping his body still vanished for the moment as adrenaline took over and the axe soared through the air.
It crashed through the branches and disappeared, dropping a few dry twigs, blackened leaves and a single, golden apple in its wake that the hedgehog barely caught.
The little fruit felt like a ton heavy weight once safely landing in his palms, and it dragged him into a collision with the ground. Blue pants scraped dry dirt and dead grass, while he held the fruit as close to his chest as possible.
He felt cold. Unbelievably so. It was like being plunged into an icy lake (not that he knew how that felt like, it used to be always pleasantly warm here) and as one would if underwater, he found it impossible to breathe.
The only thing keeping him from drowning completely was the tiny ball of golden fire clasped in his hands.
But keeping it outside wasn't nearly enough, he still couldn't breathe, he was sure to die if he doesn't figure out a way to get air back to his lungs. He doesn't want to die yet, he can't. Not here and not now. He can't leave Night alone he can't let it end like this after finally doing something he can't.
And just as thoughtless as he went to get the axe, as on instinct as he threw it — there was no hesitation when he bit into the apple and ate it whole.
Dream felt his insides explode in an inferno. The icy water washed out immediately and he gasped.
It was hardly any lasting salvation after that split-second relief, since it just slammed him onto the opposite end of a different extreme.
Whispers and shouts of terrified people from too far away overtook his head and he felt his head hit the ground.
The pain of his tiara digging into his skull shot him back up right after and at last, he recovered enough to comprehend the scene before him.
He couldn't name the emotion he felt once laying eyes upon the tree that used to be an oppressive behemoth with a crown of ever expansive leaves, now reduced to nothing but a wilted piece of wood, but it made him let out a dry, humorless laugh.
The negative whirlwind of voices reached its peak when his brother's voice broke through, screaming for help.
Bellow the now dried trunk, Night was shoved to the ground, a pair of pitchforks that had no business being pointed at him loomed threateningly above.
Bad call.
A weapon. Dream needed a weapon.
With the axe out of the question, he summoned his staff — one he created not that long ago as a part of a bit to cheer the little guardian up after one of his more visible beat downs — but quickly realized he needed something more lethal.
With the seemingly endless surge of power the apple gave him, in a flash of light, the staff turned to a sword not a second before it was stabbed through a human's chest.
Dream paid the stuttering body no mind aside from making sure it or the pitchforks didn't fall over at his brother, and he swung to the opposite side. This time only cutting a wooden handle in half, yet still staining the person holding it with blood not of their own.
He could barely control the force of the swing until it ended up logged in the bark of a tree. He fought to pry it out, and thankfully he had plenty of time to do so as the crowd quickly got the memo to stay away.
Stained sword still threateningly in one hand, Dream went to grab the bag left untouched despite the mob formed around them, but stopped when noticing the two black apples sitting in it.
Pacing himself, he went for the blanket instead, rolling it up and barely managing to stuff it inside with shaking hands. Next, he grabbed Night's latest book, since that's one he definitely has yet to finish reading, and he somehow managed to shove it on the side of the bag as well.
He felt the eyes on him, the oppressive presence of the people, the poisonous sting of negativity in his soul, the silent terror of his brother, and he couldn't be more tired of it.
Good thing all of this will be over soon, and that he won't have to ever return to this place ever again.
A corridor of terrified people split before him after he double checked all of the stuff he gathered, let go of his sword, and finally helped Night off the ground who looked like a stunned bug rolled over on his back.
Wordlessly and hiding under his cape that made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the darkness of the place, he grabbed Dream's outstretched hand and let him guide them both down the hill with little resistance, which the hedgehog was glad for.
No one said a word, not even a whisper was heard as the two guardians eventually disappeared on the horizon. Where were they going? No one knew, no one got to ask, and no one even thought about it enough to know.
Aside from death, there was a pair of shackles he left on that hill, and Dream was not gonna miss either.
#sonic the hedgehog#dreamtale#huhuhehahaaa#its done#the main bulk of the story is doneeee#yippie yaaaay :D#i already started making some shit up in the following up to this idea#perhaps one day it will see the light of day....#Remeber kids whenever you're unhappy with your life#murder your mother and run away from home without a single carefuly though out step or consultation with your bother youre planning to drag#Also I feel like this was uh. poorly explained — the reason the tree rotted so suddenly was similar to the og story in which Nightmare acci#but unlike the og story#here was because of confusion and dread (and little feeling of betrayal wink wink) upon having his brother acting like a cryptic bitch seem#And tbh also tied to a little brain bug given me by a Tumblr post abt how Nim wasn't exactly the best mom#Oknyea I'm done yapping I hopes you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing!!!#miles tails prower#tails the fox#sonic#sonic and tails#dreamtale nightmare#dreamtale dream#me does arts#me when I finish writing#over the hills#dreamtale and sonic tomfoolery
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[reverse entry AU]
so glad the work week is over!
no more meetings!
what do you mean its only tuesday.
#isat#in stars and time#isat siffrin#reverse entry au#isat modern office au#isat spoilers#<- not REALLY but its blink and u miss it tbh#and is hardly legible#and probably doesnt make much sense as a spoiler for regular isat tbf#its more of a spoiler if u know the spoiler from isat to begin with????????#i think i am starting to confuse myself on if this is really a spoiler ASFASDAFRA#inspired by my week so far thumbs up#sometimes u end up in too many meetings about the same subject and wonder why you are even here#proceed to zone out till hear key words#tune in and respond#then continue zoning out#omg just like beloved indie game in stars and timeeeee#for legal reasons that is an exaggerated explanation to further enhance the joke thumbs up part 2#alternative takes that build on this same idea include#staring at computer screen in general trying to remember what you were doing#or silently judging a computer program for freezing on you for the seventh time in the past twenty minutes#or just staring blankly at the screen in general as people do yanno thumbs up part 3#oh also to note yea this is not in the office lmao#modern times means sometimes you also get to have wfh days yippeeee so siffrin is in his apartment#the star is probably sitting in the kitchen next to the flavor tree at this moment in time dont worry about it aha#WAIT i just realized i forgor the shine in siffrins eyes OOPS#actually wait nvm this is fine it adds to this i think HAHAHA#okay tag talk over !!!!
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lol I mean, first of all I take anything some random person says abt the pre-covid finale with a grain of salt. Second of all, any heaven endgame is still shitty imo, it's sending the message that queer characters can only be happy in death which uhhh sucks. Third of all, any resolution where dean “suddenly” realizes his sexuality just does not jive with me bc that man has been flirting and sleeping with dudes and comfortably bisexual for decades. But anyways.
#sorry but every time ppl celebrate the alleged ~heaven reunion~ I am just like. thanks I don’t want this#like i think it's Important that the writers clearly wanted to do more with destiel but i still think the idea of them only being able#to be together in death is not great#I’d rather have what we have tbh bc it opens the door up for way more potential and a better reunion#like there's a reason they didn't have cas appear in the winchesters either! they want to do the destiel reunion right#and give it its own space. and imo they are also waiting to do it on another network / without the CW's censorship and interference#vic.txt
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uh yeah also heres something i drew awhile back...im sure it isnt super original or anything but uhh au where asriel dies and chara doesnt, ironically. they want to save asriel from dying which causes their soul to return to their body and they even die, but determination shenanigans. anyway its too late and he crumbles to dust in charas arms with toriel and asgore watching. unfortunate!
#uh idk if i should even tag this cause its so sketch-like#chara#asriel#undertale#undertale au#chara dreemurr#asriel dreemurr#i guess thats enough#i drew this like two months ago but was too scared to post it tbh#i get nervous about having au ideas for some reason even tho i have so many#.png
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I saw you might accept tiny drabble reqs for Wanderer?
What about Sethos, Traveler, or even Childe (if you wanna go Scaramouche) finding a "malfunction" in his body that when triggered immediately causes a sneeze/sneeze fit, no matter what. Could be tweaking a certain mechanism, could be a surge of elemental energy (specific element or not), could be dragging a touch in a specific line or rythym along his face/nose?
Might suck idk
this went through so many rewrites that i felt like i was bordering on losing it entirely. i cut off a huge chunk of words cause i just couldn't figure out how to conclude it through that route. maybe i'll reuse it for a different fic later....
anyways. i took creative liberties when it came to what the "malfunction" was hope u don't mind-
"Hh'InKkyYSHhii!"
A particularly strong breeze ruffled Sethos' hair as he startled, almost dropping the cat in his arms as he spun around to stare at the Wanderer, who had been standing behind him. Of all the responses Sethos' could've gotten to off-handedly comparing the other to the cute little kitten in his arms, he hadn't been expecting that.
It was obvious the Wanderer hadn't been expecting it either, if the startled and slightly hazy look on his face was any indication. Sethos opened his mouth to ask- and was interrupted before he could even begin as the Wanderer snapped forwards with two more drawn out sneezes, the resulting pulses of anemo making the loose edges of his clothes flutter.
"HihH'KksShHnii! Hh-heEH-hH'iikKSHyhn-tii!" The Wanderer pressed the back of his hand against his nose, rubbing it for a moment before stopping and just letting his hand rest there, pressed against his nose.
"Woah, are you okay? Those sound way worse than normal." Sethos finally managed to ask- and, as he sort of predicted, the Wanderer responded to that by glaring at him.
"Tch, I'm fine." The Wanderer's voice also sounded different than usual, though Sethos couldn't really place his finger on what, exactly, was different. "Just ihH- ...ignore it-hH'IinNkSHhiiu!!"
"Kinda hard to ignore it when you keep doing it." Sethos said, trying to fix the strands of his hair that'd been blown out of place- and oh, now he knows why the Wanderer's voice sounded off- "You sound a bit congested- are you sick?"
"Wh- no. I-I'm not."
"Then what's up with you?"
"It's just- hH-hiH-.... a-a cat allergy."
"...A cat allergy." Sethos deadpanned, glancing down at the cat in his arms to see if it was believing this complete bullshit before looking back up at the Wanderer, who avoided his eyes.
"What, do you need me to... to repeat it?" The Wanderer rubbed slightly more intensely at his nose, clearly trying to hold back another sneeze.
"No no no, it's just- well, I've seen you hanging out with cats before, and there's never been any-"
"HhiH'KkyYSHhii! Fuck!" The Wanderer swore, before rapidly turning and starting to hurriedly walk away from Sethos.
"Wait, hey! Where are you going?!"
"None of your business!"
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Over the past three days, Sethos had come to collect a mental list of the Wanderer's supposed 'allergies'. Cats, dust, Sumeru roses, a passerby's perfume, and... sand.
Sethos took issue with that last one specifically, he was absolutely certain that one was not possible, and besides, they're in the city. Sethos has been staying in a rented room and hasn't been back to the desert in over a week- there's not even any sand here to be allergic to!
So, overall, Sethos is 99.8% sure the Wanderer is just outright lying, and should really really be resting in a bed, because he did not seem to be getting better- and the redness of his face, whenever Sethos managed to catch a good glimpse of it from under the Wanderer's hat, was just red enough to indicate a fever.
And, of course, this conclusion is what led Sethos to, at the first opportunity, grab hold of the Wanderer's arm and start practically dragging him back to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
From the moment he grabbed hold of him, Sethos couldn't help but note that it felt like the Wanderer was shaking.
Shockingly enough, the Wanderer had stopped protesting after the first few minutes, obediently letting himself be pulled along in silence. Or, well, near silence- the Wanderer sneezing intermittently as they walked upward.
(There was also a faint sort of... whirring noise that Sethos couldn't place. He chose to ignore it for now, focusing on the Wanderer's obvious illness first).
Nahida standing at the entryway to the Sanctuary with her arms crossed wasn't much of a surprise.
Aether standing next to her in the exact same pose kinda-sorta was though.
"Hey," Aether said, sliding up between Sethos and the Wanderer, "Hand Mr. Hat Guy over to me while you explain... whatever is going on to Nahida."
After a moment, Sethos obediently handed the Wanderer over (the Wanderer himself too busy focusing on holding his breath in an attempt to keep himself from sneezing to protest), and then turned to begin to explain the situation to Nahida, not even noticing Aether leading the Wanderer off to the side.
"You have to tell him." Aether whispered, "You can't keep this up forever."
The Wanderer, still holding his breath, shook his head no.
"No as in you don't wanna tell him, or no as in you agree that you can't keep this up?"
Aether smirked as the Wanderer glared at him, before turning to pay more attention to Sethos' explanation.
"-and he keeps insisting that he's just allergic-"
"Ha, allergic to blushing maybe." Aether mumbled. The Wanderer harshly elbowed him in the chest, before snapping to the side with a sneeze.
"Hh-hIH'KksSHhyii!! HehH-" The Wanderer's wavering breath was quick to hitch again, and he hurriedly pinched his nose shut, attempting to hold his breath again. Aether noticed with some amusement that the whirring noise that had arrived with the Wanderer had just gotten considerably louder.
"Y'see!" Sethos said loudly, snapping both Aether and the Wanderer's attention back to him. "He clearly needs to be in bed!"
"I-I'm finehH-hH'iikKSHyhn-tii!! Hh'InKkyYSHhii!!"
"His room is on the right, five doors down the left hallway." Nahida said, ignoring the Wanderer's sputtered attempts at protest through hitching breaths. Sethos promptly thanked her, and wasted no time in snatching the Wanderer's wrist and dragging him into the Sanctuary. Aether walked back up to stand beside Nahida as they both watched the Wanderer willingly get led to the left and then vanish down the hallway.
"Y'know." Aether started, "I don't think he hates this treatment, as much as he's trying to make it seem otherwise. ...How long do you think until he tells him-"
"-that his systems are overreacting to being flustered, and the whirring vibration is affecting him in very unsubtle ways?" Nahida finished for him, "Hm... I'd say about a week."
"You wanna bet on it?"
"Sure!"
#Gen/shin Imp/act#snz#snz fic#my writing#me cutting stuff out and rushing the ending so that it wont take months for me to write this??#maybe so.#anyways. this is me saying that the W/anderer essentially can purr. this is my propaganda.#ALSO i don't have the slightest clue how to write congestion#so you'll just have to IMAGINE that he sounds a bit like he's congested while talking#the longer explanation is that the whirring of whatever mechanisms are inside him makes his whole body vibrate-#which of course makes his nose tickly. but also affects his voice.#hence. this shenaniganary.#yeah. look dont question it okay. my blog i can do whatever crazy hc stuff i want#ALSO i think the idea of the W/anderer trying to explain his sneezing away via SAND ALLERGY is hilarious#not that he has sand in his nose. which is much more reasonable. no. just. sand ALLERGY. specifically.#its a stupid excuse and he KNOWS its a stupid excuse#i was gonna include a whole scene of it but i couldn't get it to work hsldkfjlkdsfs#if anyone else writes/draws the W/anderer using that excuse i will owe u my life tbh its so fucking funny to me
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new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately
#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader#marazhai aezyrraesh#von valancius#if i ever mention about marazhai going insane on the voidship this is what i want you to think of#understimulated predator animal in a cage claws itself open#its worse with her but i do think he generally feels kinda insane anyway#yeah he's tricked into thinking she's tolerable and a fair alternative to the arena then hes taken to the voidship#yrliet [who was the fixation until now] tries to warn him about her before getting her head bashed in infront of him#spirit stone smashed into shards for ritual use body dragged off for vague poor medical knowledge dissection#he is now thinking the arena might not be so bad after all. except he's got no way to back out of this so hes screaming clawing at the wall#shes not giving him up willingly and the only person who could take him by force is calcazar whos not a great alternative tbh!#so he gets to go insane being bait for the chaos god he's already ocd fixated is stealing his soul [on top of normal drukhari fears]#and he's not able to maul anyone else while locked up so its just him dealing with this alone! yay#she doesnt give a shit about pasqal until he gets xenotech in him. then he goes to the trophy room too for study/more grafts#heinrix is most likely captive in the trophy room too with his death faked so he cant snitch#idira Almost got in trouble too for the implant she gets from tervantias but then it breaks and this lass is just angry at her#the Only reason she doesnt feed her to the wolves and kick her out is her door. and she is now trying to force it open with a crowbar#abelard has to deal with her shit and manage it socially. he never thought he'd want to retire but fucking hell when can he quit#she likes jae mostly for her connections. toxic yuri theyre both using eachother#she briefly idolises achilleas for bringing her to commorragh but then finds out he did it under torture and didnt want to. mad at him#he can make it up to her once hes a wrack though [he is going next to marazhai. this will only improve both their mental states]#can you tell this freak is a piece of work yet#shes got screams of the damned volume 3 playing across the ship and shes having a great time but is completely deadpan the whole time#unrelated! you can finally see my idea of marazhai next to a normal fucking human good god. yeah i think hes huge
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hypothetical "the rat grinders if they were bad kids and vice versa" type drawings. there are many thoughts swimming around in my brain...
was this mostly an excuse to draw gorgug in mary ann's style of outfit? maybe. am i having fun? absolutely <|:)
#fantasy high#fhjy#dimension 20#d20#d20 fantasy high#potatart#buddy dawn#gorgug thistlespring#mary ann skuttle#hey. transfem buddy dawn. you understand and agree#i think ive only seen this headcanon once in the wild but its nice i think. its pleasant#my idea is that in this hypothetical situation she mirrors kristens sort of character arc in that shes trans#their paralells drive me insane btw.#thinking... i like designing outfits#with buddy its hard to come up with. what her style of clothing would be since we only ever see her wear one thing#and its this like. uniform#sorry. i am rambling. i like talking about my reasoning behind my art#transfem buddy dawn who is a cleric of ankarna (or maybe bakarath i cant decide which i like more)#i think mary ann as an artificer is great. she would be the type to like#modify a 2ds and download pirated games onto it i think#and i think gorgug in mary anns place still has a special interest in music methinks#im thinking a lot about mary ann tbh. i really like her#i think she is more than just “the girl who likes quokki pets” and i like exploring that#mary ann is so cool man...#anyways. more people should draw transfem buddy dawn i think. as a treat#ok *skateboards away*
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Look at these stickers my brain is literally so huge. God. I love them so much.
I hadn't tried to do a sticker sheet at home before because I knew it would be difficult, and I was right! Getting the cut lines to line up with the print was super hard and there were many failed attempts, but it was so worth it I'm so happy with them!!!
This sticker sheet is for my patrons this month ^^
#like seriously I wasted like 10 entire sheets#normally when I do stickers I get to arrange them on a 'print and cut' sheet#which basically has these black marks in the corners that the machine can scan so it can cut based off of where those marks were#so it gets to line up muuuch easier#but with this I didnt want to have just like 2 sticker sheets a page... I wanted to have 4 for an 8.5x11 piece of paper?#cause of obvious reasons I feel#cause the print and cut takes an inch all around#I'm not sure it would be replicable either tbh? like if I were to design another sheet I would have to waste a bunch of papers again#cause for some reason the individual cut lines werent like... it wasnt like it was just entirely offset or entirely scaled 1:1#it was like some parts had to scoot up some spots had to scoot over some down whatever#so I think I would have to print cut and test again#but. also I did all that and realized. I could have been testing this on normal pieces of paper... I didnt have to use sticker paper#its fine! just makes me feel less bad about trying to do this again in the future#the sticker paper isnt that expensive this wasnt terrible#anyways. might do more in the future! I only have one other idea right now for a sticker sheet bt I wanna do it eventually#not like I wont ever have other ideas. obviously.#I just generally try to only make stuff that i'd actually wanna have so i'm not trying to make a ton of designs or whatever#this is actually also why i'm often sort of... late? on the patreon designs#not late like i send them out as soon as payments get processed for that month the design was for#but ideally id be making them ahead of time enough that people could sign up or sign off if theyre interested or not...#but I just dont wanna make a design that feels procedural... I CAN but I wanna make things that are creative and worth paying for!#so. I often will spend multiple days mulling over ideas for that months designs. so I'm not very ahead at all haha#anyways. yeah these are for october and then I've also gotta draw a halloween themed drawing for this year in general that will be the prin#i lov halloween#anyways.#patreon#merch#my bf didnt get it the gravestone box. its like a nerds box shaped like a gravestone...#and the nerds are. ghosts... its good. its good okay you agree
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couple arguments!
#morgan autonomously argues w roux quite a lot tbh#ts4#ts4 edit#nsb gen 2#sim: roux tomato#sim: morgan fyres#i'm so bad at consistency#lots of untold story bits#reason being i'm limitng myself to ingame animations rather than poses (its a gameplay afterall) - things can go south rather quickly#considering sims autonomy is so fucked. u have no idea how much i struggle just to have two sims sit next to eachother#thus reducing my capabilities to capture a moment i wish to convey#in this case roux quit smoking when she got w daze during her college days (when morgan ghosted her)#now shes back to her old habits#those things were not captured bcs nothing went right 😭#lets not even talk about morgan and roux's wedding#excuse me ea when are u fixing the wedding pack puts down foot#ok i talked enough! BYE! 🏃
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mistystar n who
I think fratboy Podlight who sends his powerful grandmother stupid texts is a VERY funny concept.
"My dad didn't love me because he could never move on from the lover he had in his 20s. My sister is up to no good. I party hard at Aftergatherings about it, are you rockin' with me?"
He is 38 cat-years-old.
#BB!Podlight#Aftergatherings#Better bones au#Fennelposting#There's a secret AU of the AU where everything is exactly the same but the cats have the ability to text tbh#I do occasionally just for fun imagine what their phones would be like for no particular reason#Misty is the sort of old person you think you'll have to teach how to use an app#But the moment never comes and you find out she actually has a whole ass burner phone and even refuses to upgrade to--#--a more modern model because she doesn't trust a device she can't take the battery out of#And your blood goes cold for a moment because like... Gamgam?? Silly funny gamgam with the long speeches at gatherings???#When pressed she's just like ''once you give a secret to the world you can never take it back. Knowledge is power and power is a weapon.''#It's fun. I wish I had a way to translate half of these fun phone thought experiments into canon compliance lmao#Btw just as an aside. If this ever DID become an original project it would probably take some inspiration from like...#I really love the new Zelda games' magitech take on an apocalypse. VERY cool idea.#Months ago I had a passing thought of Fallen causing such an apocalypse and entertained it for fun for a while.#Put it down ofc because I like the project in its current form#But it was a fun thought.
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i don’t talk about bridgerton on here but just to clarify. i will not be having ANY eloise hate on this account. i will bite.
#eloise bridgerton they could never make me hate you!!#addressing the normal talking points one by one to get them sorted:#- no i don’t care that eloise called pen some names after the discovery. she was devastated and furious.#she can apologise in the future but in the moment of course she said it#- yes pen did write about eloise as a way to save her but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t possibly ruined eloise’s life#- similarly: eloise isn’t (just) angry that she was written about. daphne also went through whistledown and it very much terrified her#so have many other women including marina#- eloise is betrayed because she told pen everything and is realising pen told her nothing#(and she’s probably thinking about any secrets she might have said to her best friend that could now be used against the ton and her family)#- as claudio said: being regency gossip girl isnt a moral girlboss thing its deeply harmful tbh#- pen did have reasons to become whistledown! that doesn’t mean that she’s innocent or right!#- eloise isnt now friends with cressida to spite pen lmao she’s alone and scared and cressida was the last person who offered her friendship#she has no idea how to manage society by herself#(and she needs someone to improve the reputation of her and her family)#- im also convinced she has other ulterior motives for befriending cressida. like she’s keeping an eye on her or smth#- eloise didn’t just ignore anything pen said and that’s why she only just figured it out. pen deliberately didn’t speak like lw to hide it#the moment she did eloise was like huh that’s weird she doesn’t normally talk like that. and THATS when she figured it out#- eloise just found out her best friend has betrayed her and been hiding this massive secret#but she hasn’t told anyone. not even her own family. im not hearing out any accusations of HER of being disloyal#- also pen clearly wasn’t that upset at writing about eloise bc the moment eloise and colin upset her she went straight back to it lmao#side note but no i don’t think the queen is going to name her the ‘emerald’ or anything because she’s suddenly in the spotlight#eloise is tbh the only debutante she actually consistently recognised (for good or bad)#a new dress is not going to be interesting for charlotte to change her whole tradition#tl;dr i love eloise and i will die on this hill#eloise bridgerton#bridgerton
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a handful of oc concepts
#hm i should make an original art tag#star wars#star wars oc#sw ocs#my ocs#togruta#tholothian#chagrian#tusken#ahkat mal#pelot lamin#sahnaa deven#ghaar'ak'tatoo#i. had fun with sahnaa's colors#i wasn't even gonna give her so much detail but then i thought what if she had a thing to mimic a long head tail.#and then i thought what if the thing included a veil to cover her eyes. for no reason just to look fancy. and then. there we are.#for the record her eyes are the same color as the base of her horns#also. she's the only one who is not (explicitly) a force-sensitive here..... sorry girl. you got fancy clothes as compensation.#i have been thinking about the concept of a tusken space nomad for a while which is why ghaar' is the most detailed of these#its metals are bronze because i think it looks prettier. also the blue rust goes well with the rest of its design#and it collects sands because sand art is a big tourist attraction where i live and i think it's cool and pretty#i'm filling their bedroom with bottles of sand in every color possible. i'm giving them a beautiful wall of sand. <3#pelot is. a manifestation of my love of blue accent in dark colors. and brown eyes <3#ahkat.... is just because i think togrutas look fun to draw. so i drew one#i have no idea what to do of him tbh. which is why the question mark. he looks too impulsive to stay a jedi
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