I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life
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(developed a pretty neat way of making stained glass in blender! i'll make a video about it at some point)
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YOOOOOOOO the fact that nimona’s voice as a demon baby is the same voice actress as gloreth’s in the flashback. yes the logistical explanation is it’s cheaper to have one young voice, but the sexier in-narrative explanation is that anytime nimona ever portrays a young child (other than themselves) it’s in the voice of the first and only friend they ever had. until Bal.
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They went funky glasses shopping together 🕶 Hunter unironically thinks his glasses are cool, lol
Hunter's t-shirt is based on @danaterrace hunter art!
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ok so i've completely lost all will to finish the rest of the prompts for @huntlowweek but here are the remaining doodles i did for the prompt "love language"
while both of them really would be "quality time" i put hunter's as "act of service" and willow's as "words of flirtation AFFIRMATION"
again sorry to being late and unable to finish, we will be back to regular sketchbook pages now.
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Prompt 175
Talon -William Cobb, that was his name once, he remembers that much at least- stares down blankly at the small child who is clinging to its -his His HIS- pant leg, tiny claws digging into the cloth and gripping onto the armor. It he freezes, unsure as to how to react. With Hunts or Orders, the talon knew exactly what to do. Entertain. Kill. Simple.
Talons were supposed to kill witnesses, he- IT knows this, especially as one of the oldest talons that belonged to the Court. Yet the talon hesitates, something stopping it from doing so. The child looks up at it, something oh so familiar about the motion, with blue-green eyes before burying their face against its- his?- leg.
“'̵m̸ ̵c̴o̷l̵d̸…” the child-chick… spoke? Not-spoke. Something else, familiar-yet-not. But cold, he knew that. Cold was bad, it meant sleep, not rest but a deep frozen sleep that took time to awaken from. A dangerous thing. A thing not-talons didn’t wake up from.
The chick -Hadn’t he had a child once, all that time ago- whined, bringing its-his attention back to them. Talon could wait to return to the Court for a few hours more- the task it had been given was already complete-and keep the Cold away from the tiny chick. Just for a little bit.
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do you have any ideas for how Caleb feels about the clawthorne sisters (or at least Lilith) and their connection to Evelyn?
If it were up to him, the two sides of his family would be reunited and he'd get to be a chaotic dad/many times great grandpa about it
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