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[moethh]

some stupid idea i had where the characters in Les Mis are now ghosts and Javert has been wearing his greatcoat for 200 years so everyone got him some sweaters

[la-petite-jedi]

why on earth did I think it would be fun to draw them both in full armor

[cowardlylittlebranchman]

timtam art that was born from a doodle that looked a little good

Partially inspired by this post

[megamagimugi]

Violet comic

I decided to clean up and color my short comic based on @bberetd's cute idea, featuring @silenzahra's equally cute Luaisy fankid Violet. You can read Boma's exact idea and see my sketch here. You can read about Zahra's OC here.

Sorry if the quality is bad, this was my first time drawing a digital comic and I wasn't sure what my settings should be😅

I'm also tagging @peaches2217 and @keakruiser who expressed their approval of the rough version of my comic in the reblogs. Perhaps you two would also like to see the finished version?^^

[eggoyolkk]

most all uty art ive done since september <3 enjoy my way too much starlo

i would also like to apologise ☝️

[jack-crow-lantern]

And now a joke about two twins from a different fandom:

What do you get when you have a set of twins, one who has been through a toxic relationship and another who tells terrible jokes?

the same joke.

close ups below

They're all the same height, Moon just slouches a lot and Eclipse makes a point to stand up straight all the time.

[c00kietin]

kinda stuck art block so here ya go :'D

suggestion thanks to @100percentevil!

[terrified-spider]

I just finished a commission for @starry-eyed-kiddo, of his OC Beatrice Stillwater, dancing with Rudolph van Richten! (:

My commissions are still open, feel free to shoot me a message if you're interested in some art! (:

[killedbythegroove]

happy spooky szn >:3 have some angel!matt from my halloween fic hehe 🖤

[liusia-piu]

[pinkpuppp]

🍬🍏🐐

[waywardwizzard]

Art and fic for @alto-tenure for the @plgiftexchange. I hope my secret buddy likes the gifts <3

(Fic under the cut! And please, for the love of puzzles, click on the image for better quality)

Flora watched as St. Mystere grew smaller in the distance, disappearing into the hills as they turned a corner.

She'd miss the little village, of course she would, but part of her was glad to see it go. It felt right in a way a lot of things haven't these past few years.

The Professor caught her eye in the rear-view mirror and winked, nodding at something the boy (Luke. His name was Luke. She wondered if he was his son) said.

Another thing that felt right. She was glad that they were the ones who had found her.

Settling back into the seat of the funny little car, she watched the scenery fly by and let her mind drift back to all the others who had come to the village.

‐

The first, she remembered, had been an odd pair.

They had landed just outside the village late one night, their small plane comically gaudy against the calm countryside even in the moonlight.

At first she thought she had dreamt it, the sound of thrusters shutting off, the soft whisper of voices tugging at her consciousness as she fell deeper into sleep, but then she saw them cross the drawbridge as soon as the sun rose. 

The one had worn a mask that obscured half his face, a cape and feathers obscuring almost everything else, and he had swept over the bridge and into town like he owned it. His companion had followed more sedately, like a parent keeping an eye on their child. 

Grief had welled up then, it still did, threatening to drown her, but she had swallowed it down. It didn't do well to dwell on things like that.

The longer it had taken them to find the Golden Apple, the more and more irritated the Phantom look alike had grown, his voice sometimes carrying far enough up her tower that she could hear him from the other side of the village.

It was funny how oblivious he had been, now that she thought about it. 

More than once she had walked past him without her disguise on and in the end he hadn't even blinked when she gave him a puzzle in her disguise! That was when she decided it was good enough to work. His friend (father? He looked old enough) had smiled though, a knowing twinkle in his eyes that had told her the disguise maybe wasn't that good but it was all she had to use. She was thankful that he hadn't said anything.

It had taken her an embarrassingly long time to realize that their hearts weren't entirely set on just finding the treasure itself.

The feathered man (she never learned his name, what a shame) had kept muttering about a man named Hershel and how he 'couldn't let his brother best him yet again, Raymond!' and 'wouldn't it be the perfect way for him to find out?'. 

Raymond had given him a look and they had left it at that. They had left the village soon after; the man running for the gate as if one of Bruno's robot dogs was at his heels, Raymond already starting the engine.

She never found out what it was that he wanted his brother to find out. She hoped the man had found a way to tell him after all.

-

The next people had come a few hours after the plane had flown away. 

With bags packed to the brim and precariously balanced on the roof, a car had puttered up the winding path, stopping just before the edge of the river bank.

Three people had tumbled out, their voices loud enough to easily carry all the way over the river and to the secret platform she'd found while exploring the sewers. 

The red-haired one had bounced around between helping the other two, all the while babbling about finding the treasure in the same way Bruno talked about cogs and machines.

"I can feel it," he had said. "We're close."

"We haven't even started looking, Randall."

"Oh, come on, Henry! Where's your sense of adventure?"

The third person of the group, a woman, had sighed fondly and grabbed the both of their hands. "Don't start, you two. We need to find a place to stay and unpack all this before nightfall."

It had taken her a lot quicker to realize that they also weren't just looking to find the treasure.

They had talked about places called Stansbury and Monte d'Or, about forgiveness and things she hadn't even tried to understand. (She still didn't understand all of it. Maybe she should ask the Professor one day).

"If I can find this," Randall had said one night, a few weeks into their stay, "then maybe I'll find the part of myself that I had lost down there."

"Maybe you've already found it," Angela (at least she had learned everyone's names that time) had said and in the early light of dawn she'd watched as Angela and Henry each took one of Randall's hands.

Not even a week later they had repacked and re-stacked their luggage and were driving off into the distance.

She had been left with the vague feeling that Randall might have found what he'd been looking for even if he hadn't found the treasure.

-

The last person had left almost as soon as he had arrived, two years before the Professor and Luke had come.

He had ambled into the village, bowler hat on his head and a polkadot tie around his neck that reminded her of Matthew.

Not even a week into his stay, he'd rushed off again, a note clutched in his hand, muttering something about some or other box.

She hadn't heard the name of the box because he'd walked into her on his way out, but he'd given her a sliding puzzle in apology and she had left it at that. It had nothing to do with her and sliding puzzles were her favourite, after all. 

The puzzle was made out of a dark wood, intricately carved with flowers and golden vines that twined around the edges. She'd solved it in less than a day and found a tiny apple blossom inside along with 50 picarats. It had been the most she'd ever got for a puzzle.

-

Now that she thought back about it, it seemed like a lot of people had been looking for a lot of things that had not been the treasure back then.

As her eyelids grew heavy, the warm sun and the gentle rocking of the car lulling her to sleep, she absent-mindedly wondered if any of them had found what they'd been looking for in the end.

[thecryptidwizard]

It's his special day again :)))!!! The sweetie pie!!!

LORD HARMACY

[kittybuckets]

just thoughts abt the concept of underswap (textless under the cut ; underswap was created by p0pcornPr1nce)

[herons-flight]

I can’t believe my mettaton hyperfixation came back after three years but I’m not complaining!

[asterthought]

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain..."

No.6 Week [Day 1]

Rain | The Sun & the Moon | Fantasy AU

Guess who decided to join @restructuralcommittee 's No.6 week making some doodles! (I wish I could make full colored pieces but I found out about this literally yesterday lol)

This anime/manga means a lot to me and I'm happy to share my love for it with other people 💖