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Double Duty
It’s a rare day when I have to squint at the sight of a house, but this one was shiny. A giant ball woven out of the brightest metal wires I’d seen in a while, all gold and copper in complex patterns. It made my head hurt to look at. Probably imitation metals, because surely that would be impractical and expensive to use actual gold. But what did I know? Not my species.
I squinted as I walked up with the package, wondering if that was rude of me. My little human eyes probably always looked like I was squinting though, compared to the big bug eyes of the Mesmer who lived there.
And the one walking beside me. Zhee was nodding quietly to himself while he took in the sight, with his vibrant purple praying-mantis exoskeleton looking right at home. If I hadn’t known that one of his people lived here, somehow I feel like I would have guessed. It was flashy in the extreme.
And so was the walkway, a glittering stripe of vivid red that curved through a garden full of alien flowers that probably didn’t bite. I didn’t like the looks of the local butterfly analogues, though; they had stingers I could see from here. I was glad they were keeping their distance.
Zhee reached the door first — a solid slab of bronze with an inlaid galaxy of gemstones, naturally — and he found the doorbell while I ducked under another butterfly. The chime was a brief melody from an instrument I couldn’t identify. It sounded like a violin invented by people whose earliest music was made by rubbing their legs together.
The door pulled inward and slid to the side, showcasing the homeowner who must have been waiting right there for us. Up close, the side of the house had window space visible between the weave, ideal for peeking out but not being seen until you were ready for your close-up.
“Good greetings!” announced the Mesmer woman who towered over both of us, a spectacle of metallic rose-gold coloring. Surely that couldn’t be natural. I’d never seen a Mesmer yet with metal tones; this had to be like full-body nail polish. But I sure as heck wasn’t about to say a peep about it now. I’d ask Zhee later.
“Greetings,” Zhee returned, urging me forward. “Your package.”
I handed it over, wondering if I’d get to see how the thing opened. It was one of the plastic puzzle box dealies that had been a popular way to ship valuables lately. There was one button on top and no visible seams.
Even with that thought, I was surprised when she grabbed it with her pincher arms, kicked a side table into view with one leg, then set it down and tapped out a rhythm on the button. The box split open to dramatically reveal the custom stained-glass lamp that we’d delivered in perfect condition, thankyouverymuch.
“Exquisite,” she said, holding it up to let the light shine through all the aquas and teals. “Just what the blue room needs.” She looked at us. “I have one of each color, you know.”
Zhee nodded like that was normal and admirable. “Excellent.” He held out the electronic payment pad without being so gauche as to mention it out loud, and the customer chattered away about her house as she set down the lamp and paid.
“…The yellow room was the biggest hassle, of course, but I’m most pleased with the rainbow room. I have art, rare plants and a few select exotic animals in there. Those have been a different type of challenge, especially the new one.”
That caught my attention. As I was wondering how best to ask what kind of animals she kept, Zhee beat me to it.
“Animals, you say?” He gestured theatrically toward me. “Robin is an expert in animal care, if you need a consult.”
I turned my head to stare at him with my best what-did-you-just-volunteer-me-for expression, which he could certainly see, given those eyes’ range of vision. He didn’t react.
“I would appreciate a look, now that you mention it,” the large alien said. “My prize oil-slick tentacle has stopped eating, and has begun shaking in a strange way when I get near.”
Zhee immediately haggled for a consultation fee while I wracked my brain for any knowledge of this alien whatsit. I was going to have words with Zhee afterward.
But apparently I was going to look at this thing first. The customer agreed to the price, payable afterward, and led us both into the house. It was just as multicolored as expected. Like each room had been given to a different child to design, with the instructions to use as many expensive jewel tones as possible.
The rainbow room was actually a relief, surprisingly enough. There were darker accents to make the furniture and murals stand out. And the various terrariums were clear glass. I looked between feathers and shells and flowers for anything that could be described as a tentacle.
“It’s over here,” she said, leading me toward a glass case under a spotlight. “I haven’t had it very long, but it was eating before, and I just don’t know why. The medi-scanner says it’s not ill. Perhaps I need a new scanner. What do you think?”
Feeling like the spotlight was aimed directly at me, I stepped up for a look at the thing curled up in the corner. It was, as expected, iridescent like an oil slick. But those scales were familiar.
I moved around it to get a look at the head, then smiled and stood up straight. “That’s a sunbeam snake! My favorite kind!”
“Okay, but what’s wrong with it?” the alien woman asked. “When I give it food, it hisses at me and shudders!” She waggled a pincher arm in imitation.
“It’s trying to scare you away,” I said. “They shake their tails like rattlesnakes do, though they don’t have rattles or venom.”
“Well, I don’t know about all that,” she said with a huff. “Why is it doing that? I’ve been more than kind to it!”
“I’m afraid you’ve given it nowhere to hide,” I explained gently, spreading my hands at the tank with a black floor and only a small water dish in the center. Little blobs of meat littered the area. Images of plants had been painted into the corners, but that did less than nothing to help a burrowing animal. “This type of snake needs several inches of plant life or loose soil to dig into. For one this size, I’d say at least this deep.” I held my hands six inches apart.
“It digs?” the customer asked. “They didn’t tell me that!”
“It spends most of its time hidden,” I said. “Or at least, it’s meant to. This one is extremely stressed by being out in the open like this.”
I was a little worried how she’d take the news, given that this was her prize specimen with all the lights aimed to showcase its rainbow scales. But to her credit, she listened while I suggested framing a good photo of the snake outside the tank, then only watching it during mealtime. Any visiting friends could be told how exotic and special the animal was, and how lucky they would be to even catch a glimpse of it.
“Yes,” she said, clearly thinking. “Yes, I can work with that. I’ll arrange for the adjustments to the enclosure. You said this much ground cover?” She held her pincher arms apart.
“Right, at least that much,” I agreed. “Ideally you’ll also want to bury a few things for enrichment, like rocks and bark and sections of tubing, and have a couple of those on the surface for it to hide under when it comes up for food.”
We ended up going into a different room where she could take notes, which did more to put me at ease about the snake’s future care. I waved at it as I left, wishing it well. I’d always liked sunbeams. Good thing I remembered the specifics of their care needs.
“You’ll also want a bigger water dish, so it can slither through it,” I said. “And the tank should be both warm and very humid…”
The customer took lots of notes while Zhee alternated between standing there looking smug and casting an appraising eye at the room’s gaudy features. This was the purple room, and he blended right in.
Finally we’d covered all the important points. Zhee tactfully brought out the payment pad again, then we strolled back to the front door.
“I will recommend your service to all of my friends,” the customer said as she closed up the lamp case. “Quality parcel delivery, with bonus animal care! That is hard to beat.”
“My pleasure,” I said honestly.
Zhee thanked her as well, and we exited into the garden. Zhee was still looking smug as the door closed behind us. “I am very glad I spoke up.”
I shook my head with a rueful smile. “I’m glad it was an animal I’m actually familiar with, not some independently crawling tentacle.”
“Those do exist, you know.”
I let out a deep sigh. “Of course they do. Guess I’d better do some research in case she does tell all her friends.”
Zhee strode forward with pride. “It will be good business! Captain Sunlight will be pleased.”
“It’ll be interesting, that’s for sure.” I thought of the crewmates who had tentacles of their own. “Mur will probably think it’s funny.”
“Oh, he’ll think it’s terrifying. The mobile tentacles are from his planet; they’re a venomous parasite.”
“Of course they are. Remind me to bring gloves on our next delivery, just in case.”
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!
#my writing#the Token Human#humans are weird#haso#hfy#eiad#someone was wondering why this hadn't happened yet#or something like it#and my thought was 'hm. good point! I should get on that then'#so I did#I like this new character I've just made up#and her home decor choices#also she has a pet that I've long been fond of#which I'm hiding down here in the tags for spoiler reasons#snakes#sunbeam snakes#they're so cool#look 'em up#the photos are great
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It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time
#batman#batfam#dc#art#my art#redesign#again im not tagging everyone lmao#but yeah for main changes other than just tweaking the faces and hairstyles a bit#changed harper up to look a little more like her live action actress#not that ive Watched that show but the actress was v pretty#changed up jasons scarring for ease of drawing#gave cass some punky streaks#gave damian a little bit of a mohawk like i have in his ‘adult self as nightwing’ art#i dunno i like drawing those two a little more alt#but yeah it was mostly just fixing some facial proportions and hairstyles to make em all a little more distinct from one another#apologies for not posting ive mostly just been doing stuff for dnd#none of which is polished#also i should specify its helena wayne-kyle not helena b#did also fix her age
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Never forget that Echo is an ARC trooper. Never forget that Echo is a badass. Never forget that Echo is a capable and experienced soldier and strategist. Never forget that Echo is impressive as fuck and an incredibly skilled man who can hold his own and never backs down from a fight.
#the bad batch#tbb echo#arc trooper echo#HE LOOKED SO DAMN GOOD IN THIS EPISODE#he is so impressive I am constantly in awe of him#look at him go#hell yeah Echo#you go baby#fuck em up
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when you're part of a group with structural power over another goup, you really do gotta just learn to say "i am not exempt from 'fuck 'em' when relevant" whenever someone expresses frustration with you or people like you.
#juney.txt#like sure to protect your ego you could try to make up some axis of oppression that concievably means you're not accountable for anything#and how dare people from colonized nations tell you that you have it easier than them just because you live in the imperial core#or how dare trans women say you have it easier than them because no matter what it'll always be your word against a tranny's#or you could just learn to be a little uncomfortable for a moment#and look at the situation for a second and say#''you know what? they're right to be frustrated!''#''and it's really not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things if they're frustrated at me''#''especially if i'm being a prime example of the things they're getting frustrated about''#''i am not exempt from 'fuck 'em' when relevant''
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I only just now realized what a shame it is we never got to see Al and Greedling really interacting
#nocturnal hangout buddies#so much to talk about like 'why did you kidnap me if you're already immortal you dumb asshole'#and games like 'try to guess the stupid song ling is hollering in the mindspace for the 10 millionth time'#it woulda been good#fma#fmab#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#greed#greedling#alphonse elric#comic#my art#doodles#always so fun to come back to this style and remember it's far and away the painting style i'm best at#in terms of efficiency and final look#and yet i basically never use it at all lma o#anyways hope you enjoy this comic that doesn't really have a punchline a;lsdkfj#those are few and far between for me so gotta enjoy em when they pop up!
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Prompt 185
No one could get into contact with Constantine.
Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something.
And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!)
So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer.
“You’re not Constantine.” .
The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.”
He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.”
… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#The Constantine Family exists for fucking over entities & manipulating luck#They adore this scrappy halfa who is doing the same with twice the feral#Danny: Yeah I’m like the changeling child that ended up in the middle of them and they just kept me for the laughs lol#Danny: I’m not allowed to join in the drinking competitions#Danny: Oh no it’s not a responsibility thing; alcohol doesn’t affect me and they say it’s cheating#Why Yes Vlad IS flirting with their Constantine#He’s started his redemption but let’s be honest he’s also a con-man & John is all for fucking over the rich#Danny is disgusted at how well they’re getting along and wanted to get away from their flirting while everyone else ribbed at em#Hence why when they all felt the summoning he decided to go#Well that and also for the laughs because he’s learning magic Undead Constantine style#”Fuckin 'ell yeah the family 'as a necromancer in 'he line again look a' 'im go!” (Lots of ghost & living people drunken cheering)#Danny only half fucking with people: Yeah I’m like their collective undead fae child lmao#danny fenton#john constantine
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Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley
#does he even have a last name? lmao#anyways heres a messy elliott for u lads#tried to not paint him tried to like do basic coloring like cellshading esque type thing at first#couldnt#lol#anyways maybe ill clean this up more later but#more than likely not lolol#sdv elliott#stardew valley#stardew elliott#fanart#sdv#also loosely based this one some of his older looks lol#or whatever u call em#def inspired by the colors of his original form#they were more mmuted#sdv fanart#stardew valley elliott#art#drawing#artwork#digital painting
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I wanna hear more about this guy and his lore!!
Why did he fall?
What’s his connection/relationship with Lucifer?
TELL ME EVERYTHINGGG I’M HOOKED
KOKABIEL ( Angel of the Stars / Star of God / The Burning Light )
I just thought of him being created with the sole purpose of knowledge and duty ( being affiliated with the stars and astrology ), being a high-ranked angel but not enough to be one of the archangels. Having the titles, it's as if he's similar or close to Lucifer's role (before the fall) or maybe an extension. He does everything to fulfill his purpose. However, the downside is that he always gets compared with Lucifer (pre-fall).
So what he does is look up to him, idolizing someone he has never met, he's practically devoted at some point, nearing a follower. But oh so bitter and sour because all he gets is to be COMPARED.
Cherry on top that he wants to impress Michael, but Michael can barely look at him because all he sees is Lucifer.
All of his hard work feels like it's going to waste because he'll always be a shadow of someone he never knew. And that created grudges, created hate, created his rage. Thus, it's the reason for his Fall. Bro's identity revolves around a dead person (Angel Luci). That's why he's a narcissistic asshole with fucking identity and anger issues.
What's worse is meeting Lucifer himself, the person he looked up to all his life, doesn't know him.
It's not Lucifer's fault though.
#messyr#original character#hazbin oc#would it be funny if i say i went like ' what if i create another hazbin oc ' and just booted up roblox to think of a concept#of what this mf would look like#hhh also i gotta reread alot of theology stuff idk it's not a bad hobby to get back maybe id search for physical books again#so i can create characters like these more + accurate enough bc i dont wanna get infos wrong!! ::c#so if u know more abt em + im getting infos wrong lmk! thank u
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Too much fear in familiar blue eyes for his liking :((
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic art#nine the fox#sonic prime spoilers#sonic prime season 3 spoilers#I AM NOT OKAY#Bro legit had a fucking panic attack for a second there :((#He didn't know what to DO and that messed me up dude#seeing someone who looks WAY too much like his brother staring up at him with sheer terror HFISNDKWNFJ#FUCK I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS#this season was made for me tho >:)) My specialty is devastated expressions and this baby was FULL OF EM#sonic prime
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As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)
Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.
No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.
No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.
Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.
Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.
His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.
All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.
The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.
One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.
It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.
The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.
That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.
It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.
Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.
Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.
Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.
Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.
He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.
In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.
The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.
It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.
That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.
It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.
The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.
It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.
The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.
Lazarus pit green.
It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.
As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.
Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.
He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.
That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.
Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.
Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.
Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#phandom#dc x dp#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#Dick really saw Danny and pulled a B99#“I've only known this boy for 10 minutes and if anything happens to him I'm killing everyone in this room and then myself”#bruce wayne#could easily mix in Ellie and Dan#after all Dick Grayson's gaggle of adopted kids is bound to grow#the others think they're free from the adoption impulse since Dick is picking up the mantel#not exactly for this idea; but I have these little idea of what the batfam adopts from the DP universe#like Damian latches onto the more animalistic characters; immediately falls in love with Cujo#wants to get to know everything about Wulf and Frostbite#meanwhile Jason latches onto Skulker because holy shit look at that arsenal; the two just sharing their best tips and weaponry choices#No explainations for the next onces cause I don't feel like typing em all out but...#Barbs with Technus and Ghost Writer#Tim with Johnny 13 and Nocturne#Alfred with Lunch Lady and Overgrowth#I could seriously go on and on and no I will not explain myself#(maybe)#queued post#every time I post one of these I'm always wondering where and how tf I picked the name#like I've got a draft right now called “Bullets & Babies” smh#picking out names are so hard but I got tired of just putting “DpxDc random snippet/prompt” as the titles lmao
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I offer to the public: Black Sam!
So. Erm. :D
Peep the way I didn't feel like doing plaid
Taglist:
@achios
@angel-shaw (I just felt like you should be @ ed for this particular drawing-)
@ashertickler
@aurorialwolf
@dukecollinsbf
@infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt
@moronkyne
@pandoraroid
@plaqying
@porters-fangs
@professionallyyappinabtangst (I literally just showed you this)
@puffin-smoke
@skunkox
@starlogician
@sunsickcrab
@themeridian
@tunacatfishes
@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com
@zimix-whispers
#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted asmr#redacted fanart#I'm literally drawing the entire solaire clan rn#and I was supposed to save this for next week when I came back#but my friend wouldn't stop drooling and Nevy was idk what NEVY was doing yesterday#but#I just felt the need#to bless thy eyes with the possibility that is black Sam#picture it#SHAW PACK BIPOC ALL OF EM#that's what I'm here for#to spread that agenda#nods#I also drew Lovely and Alexis but you're genuinely getting that next week bc#I would say Vincent gay and then make lovely a she/they#STOP IT TBF MY VINCENT AND LOVELY ARENT EVEN TOGETHER SO TECHNICALLY IT STILL REMAINS TRUE#'why aren't they?' because vincetn is dating Porter and lovely is dating treasure pls keep up fireflies#redacted sam#<< forgot#lucid is Picasso#can't miss the hatred for my own art so I will say the more I look at this the more o hate it#but that's neither here nor there#now if you'll excuse me#I'm going to go into Alex's dms and get called pretty and perfect while being showered with kisses BYE BYE
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I think about Zuko and Ursa a normal amount
#atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#zuko#ursa#atla fanart#em draws#illustration#I had heart of stone from SIX playing on loop while drawing both of these#because I enjoy hurting myself#I am on a fucking roll right now apparently#cannot go five seconds without drawing something#the stuff I've been posting is so incredibly self-indulgent but y'know what. I do not care#normally i'd have a modicum of shame but nope#if I want Zuko to look sad in his mom's robes then that's what he's going to do <3#privileges of being an artist#yes it's 4:30 in the morning shut up#id in alt text#edit I fixed his wack ass face
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god must hate me.
#is this anything. i genuinely have no idea#anyway have you looked at skord zeldas concept designs. i really like em ^_^ this is a bit of a mishmash of em though#zelda#loz#skyward sword#ss zelda#sksw zelda#sksw#loz fanart#hylia#anyway yeah idkkkk i like how this looks i think. i tried to colourpick and make it look a lot like skords official art#very fun making your gradients look Not like an oilspill after some tweaking. would probably do it again#anyway im going to play ffxiv now yippeeeee (i vanish into a plume of motorcycle smoke to turn up face down on the concrete)#my art
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Offering to you all some sandy doodles in these trying times
#genshin impact#sandrone#Coming out to say that I think that sandrone genuinely has one of the prettiest designs in genshin#kinda makes me sad that no one really gives a shit about her except for like 5 other people#somewhat understandable though#cause she got like a total of one (1) line from the lazzo trailer and her big ass robot takes up 70% of the screen when she DOES appear#but anyways thats not deterring me from being deranged about her nowadays#She's smart. She's talented. She's mean. She commits atrocities against man on the regular. Shes French#She has it all#also i have no idea why it took me so long to actually draw her with ball joints bc she looks really neat with em imo
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dick grayson but he has the cringe older brotherisms of son gohan as the great saiyaman send tweet
i think they're kind of stupid (affectionate)
#honestly the supers might work better but whatever!!!!!#spiritually dick is gohan to me#as someone who was new to dc but grew up with dragon ball#anyway this is super self indulgent these were for fun the bodies were traced i just wanted to look at em#dick grayson#damian wayne#jason todd#dennis doodles
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human marzi!! almost got the whole main cast designed now :o]
[image description: a page of drawings for a human design of marzipan from homestar runner, where she is depicted as a chubby woman with two prosthetic legs that is wearing a long corduroy purple skirt, a matching cardigan, and sandals. next to a fullbody drawing of her is a drawing of her original design, a drawing of her in a long purple dress, and a drawing of her in her sultry buttons costume, where she has black hair and sunglasses. end id]
#ive drawn everyone else with the same eyes they have in canon so she gets em too (even if they look a lil funky on a human)#(theyre still cute to me tho)#it was tough figuring out her clothing since putting her in like... a princess dress??? maybe?? would look silly imo#<< i say as if i still dont draw sb constantly wearing boxing gloves. the weirdo#but i feel like she would dress kinda old-school. kinda mid-30s english teacher core#or at least. like my english teachers growing up#not counting the jock lesbian one. i miss her she was cool#anyways. marzipan#based her nose off of the one she has in her ''teen'' design#wondering who i should do next. maybe coach z??#im bad at drawing him. so mayhaps i should get better#my god i Rambled. ok actual tags time now#doc talks#my art#homestar runner#hsr#h*r#marzipan hsr
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