#sanity au

[your-senpaaaai]

guys maybe im going crazy and starting to overanalyse everything in arcane BUT LISTEN

one thing I kept noticing in s2ep7 (which I rewatched an insane amount of times) is how different powder's mimics are from jinx's

like even when her expressions are pretty calm and she's not smiling ear to ear she has SMILE LINES !!!! I've watched arcane a bunch of times and never noted out the same for jinx. yes we see her screaming/crying etc and her mimics are obviously expressive in those moments but when she's not experiencing some crazy shit her face is just kinda blank ??

a lot of people have already said how powder is taller, has different physics and healthier skin tone and I think her expressions is another thing that shows how much her and jinx's lives are not alike

she has a ton of reasons to smile every day while we've barely seen jinx do it :(((( powder is happy and it's literally marked on her face :((((

[akanemnon]

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[kaysdenofchaos]

Mouthwashing x ROTTMNT AU (IM SORRY)

Sorry it’s been stuck in my head and I needed to get the brainrot out at least a little bit

RIP to Leo someone had to be the asshole

Tldr; the totally functional family takes one last work trip together and Leo decides to emphasize ‘last’

[aychama]

The next day.

It took me some time to get back to drawing the comic again because I miiiiight have been burnt out a little 😅 but I am back! Thank you guys for being patient 🫶

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[dookiespooky]

Driftingstars and dreamcaptor fusion au thing! This takes place right after mabel falls through the portal ig dk what im doing lmaooo

(Dreamcaptor au belongs to @neonross )

[clownsuu]

mob howdy is so slay

Busty worm 💔🥄

[sketchquill]

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the reason I haven’t been posting any Corpse Puppet Art…. A CORPSE PUPPET ANIMATIC!!! o( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )o

It’s not my best I know but in my defense I’ve never done a proper animatic before lmao

I’m never doing another animatic again

[onionninjasstuff]

greetings followers. i had an idea, blacked out for an entire week and woke up with my fingers and wrists obliterated into bone porridge and with this on my screen. welcome to doomed by the narrative, otherwise known as the world is ending but at least they got the drip, otherwise known as me projecting my severe existential crisis on the innocent sillies. these guys are toast lmfao, but maybe hope isn’t always about survival.

featuring my dumbass sense of humor, questionable creative choices and the following idiots

[cynderrfall]

Fresh snow

[lorelune]

regency au jing yuan how you are haunting me.

(continued here!)

a retired general who at the ripe age of thirty five has never taken a wife. never showed any interest in procuring a spouse nor does he entertain any attempts by the mamas of the ton to throw their eligible children at him. he is a polite scoundrel, kind-hearted in a way that makes those with half a mind question how someone with his demeanor could ever be the famed general who's strategies downed Shuhu during the Abundance Upheaval. he doesn't seem to care for his legacy, as much as he has cultivated one. he doesn't mind gossip, but doesn't entertain it much either.

you only meet him due to fortunate circumstances.

lord Luocha, a successful travelling merchant, pledged patronage to you sometime ago. he keeps you in a little cottage on the grounds of his manor where you're allowed to mostly do as you please as long as there's a new painting hung on the lord's wall every few months or so. the lord likes when you play too. he brings back new instruments for you to try, though he never expects mastery. he has an air of mystery to him that, despite all of the time you spend near him, keeps you from understanding him fully. you aren't one to pry about it either.

lord luocha invites jing yuan over to partake in fancy spirits from a country and city you can't ever hope to visit, let alone find on a map. you bring lord luocha your newest work-- (a meticulously completed oil painting. something more abstract, suited to the odd lonely and isolation you feel in your little, cozy cottage, despite all of the comforts you are afforded)-- and happen upon the pair.

lord luocha examines your newest work with pride, and shortly after introduces you. 'his patron' he calls you, but offers jing yuan no title. you--

(do not have one. it was stripped from you a long time ago. you think being an artist suits you better, anyways.)

jing yuan offers you his name, though you already know it. you recognize him based on the prattling of the girls and boys at the market. they swoon over his stature, fawn over his good deeds, and make note of his identifiable red hair ribbon. he has the same soft, sun-colored eyes that you had heard the eligible young of the ton giggle about.

you bow to him politely.

you have no reason to linger, but luocha calls you to anyways. perhaps he is lonely. perhaps you want him to be lonely, so it gives you a reason to stick closer to his side in the rare moments he is home for more than a day or two. the proximity is shared with jing yuan, who regards you with keen eyes and a lazy smile. the attention upon you feels weighted, important, like you're something special.

you savor it, however fleeting.

perhaps, however, you misunderstood jing yuan. or lord luocha's intentions.

because as jing yuan rises to take his leave and you bow once more, he catches your hand, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss into the soft skin. you're sure you smell of linseed and yarrow oil. he lingers there for a moment before meeting your gaze. there's a light of mischief in them that sends your heart fluttering. your breath catches.

when jing yuan is out of the manor, lord luocha pats your shoulder gently, "quite the man, isn't he?"

"i suppose... he is."

"you may speak freely."

"i am," you mince, and shake your head. you must be careful, entertaining such fanciful thoughts. "he is... kind."

"and handsome."

"lord luocha," you barely keep yourself from whining. "please, do not tease me. or the poor man. from what i hear, he has enough to deal with."

"the mamas do chase after him like foxes to a hen," lord luocha chuckles and studies your painting once more with a curious tilt of his head. "he'll ask to see you again, i'm certain."

"and why do you say that?"

"general jing yuan has never taken the hand of a potential suitor."

your heart feels heavy and warm in your chest, burning. "my lord, you cannot possibly think that this single action indicates that the general will... call upon me? that is highly unorthodox and i don't believe that's... quite allowed."

"jing yuan has never cared for the dances of decorum." lord luocha guides you into your gardens. the peonies are in bloom, full and lush in the humidity of late spring. "and, for the record, i don't believe he'll simply call upon you. court, properly, certainly."

"you're bluffing."

"what reason do i have to lie?"

"to tease me, as you so enjoy doing," you huff.

lord luocha simply hums and pauses near a bush of lilacs. they're fragrant, at the peak of their season. the scent rolls over you.

"if i truly intended to tease you, i simply would abstain from telling you of jing yuan's interest and allow you to be terribly surprised when he arrives and formally asks for you and your time. consider this a warning. i'll walk you to the modiste tomorrow, hm?"

you want to squawk at him. your linen dresses and tunics are fine (albeit smeared and stained with paints and oils over the years. you rarely bother replacing them.)

you want to protest and pry more, but lord luocha strikes you silent when he breaks off a cluster of lilac and tucks it behind your ear. he leaves you with your thoughts, however tortuous. and, perhaps horribly, you find yourself believing him. perhaps the warm-eyed general really was charmed. perhaps, your dresses needed replacing and you should contact your perfumer friend for a fresh vial or two.

perhaps perhaps perhaps, you can still feel where his lips lingered on your skin, like a brand. you never thought you could ache for burning, but in the gardens, you find yourself clutching your hand to your chest, craving the lick of the his sun's heat once more.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I had an idea about the dragon that popped up in the show a couple times, the one that Kara had to fight.

What if he wasn't an alien? What if he was just old... very old. A creature who has been waiting a very, very long time.

He and Kara tussle again after the finale, and this time Lena, with her long hair left loose in soft waves, calls out to her friend in concern from the ground.

"Kara!"

At the sound of her voice, the beast stops in mid air. Its head turns towards Lena, and then he swoops down with focused intent. Kara's eyes go wide. "Lena!"

But the creature halts just shy of Lena, settling on the ground in front of her, so close that Lena can feel its warm breath on her face as he stares deep into her eyes. In its gaze Lena sees intelligence, but no malice. If anything, its eyes seem... mournful.

Tentatively, Lena reaches out and places her palm on its scaled snout. Something deep within her tugs at the contact, and she closes her eyes to let the dragon's warm, even breaths caress her skin. In that moment, memories come swirling back to her... memories of life lived long ago. One wrought with hardships, betrayal, and loss-- but marked with kindness, love, and empathy.

Lena opens her eyes and smiles in wondrous recognition.

"Aithusa," she murmurs. She gives the scales next to her hand a soft kiss, and hears a rumble of affection in return. "Look how you've grown."

[hemi-demi]

more dragon!jon and knight!martin? pretty please?

The answer will never be no to that, lol

Bonus: Martin glances over and accidentally makes eye contact with Sasha

[unknownhyperial]

I still love the Carnival AU and Carnival Jax shall forever hold a special place in my heart. My ass is so normal and not unhealthy about that rabbit I swear. Anyway get a non-complicated doodle of him because this is what I could muster at 3 am last night /silly

[teatitty]

B-127 being significantly older than everyone else. B-127 knowing some of the older bots personally, having vague memories of what things were like Before, being surprised that the archives aren't publically available anymore, B-127 who doesn't remember his own age because it's been so long but he remembers enough to know Orion (Optimus, Optimus his name is Optimus now) and Elita are so young to be given so many burdens

B-127 is older than all his new friends. But he doesn't remember how he got to Sub Level 50. He doesn't remember what he was like Before. That building is new. What happened to the road that lead to ____? Where is ____? Was his cog taken at emergence like everyone else? Or was it taken later? Is there a reason he thrives with violence? Did he really lose his mind down there, or was he always programmed to be just a little stab happy? He doesn't know. He doesn't know.

Hey Optimus! You don't mind if I stick a little closer than usual right? There's just so much noise and colour up here haha. Has it always been this bright?

[amoritasart]

Don’t meet your heroes?

I like the idea of Philip taking odd jobs to survive before finally deciding on slaughtering everyone.

[vampirecatprince]

Working on my supervillain Stone design!

I have an idea for a post Sonic 3 AU where, while going through Eggman's old notes and projects in an attempt to find closure, Stone finds an old AI personal assistant project the Doctor had abandoned shortly after he was hired. It just happens that due to the Doctor's vanity, it's nearly identical to him in personality. (Just... tweaked a little to be a better assistant?)

After impulsively activating the AI, Stone quickly becomes attached to it, almost as a replacement for the Doctor. Stone eventually becomes convinced by this AI version of Robotnik to continue the doctor's old plans before he eventually gets his own ideas, transforming into the new Eggman.