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Smriles so big and wide I did it. I made a concrete design for Phil in This Au. And it has a name now! Although it might be subject to change if I come up with a name I like more lol. In that case I'll just like. edit the tag I use for it ig.
#syd spiels mcyt#i think enderpookie dressed him up in the same way a rich lady might dress up her big fluffy cat#hes like if a man was a pursedog to me#the big travesty of this au is that </3 Phil doesn't know Kristin </3 not yet anyway#more on this au soon probably im really normal about it#philza#hc!philza#mcyt au#syd's aus#bcep!philza#<this is the tag im using for now smrile#my art#syd's art
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butchfemme sydcarmy take a walk around the farmers market in the peanuts universe <3
#sydcarmy#syd adamu#carmy berzatto#the bear#fanart#peanuts#peanuts au#????#butchfemme#lesbian#art#my itty bitties
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perfect dimensions
(Carmy x Designer!Reader)
Summary: The Bear is weeks from opening, and Sugar hires an interior designer to bring the vision to life. Part 1/3.
Warnings: cursing, WILL contain smut later 👀NO use of Y/N because this is the 21st century. Carmy x female!reader, reader is described as having longer hair but that’s it for physical descriptions. NOT EDITED because I’m lazy girl tehe
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“I hired a designer,” Natalie tells them in passing on Thursday, waving a vague hand when both Syd and Carmy open their mouthes to ask, “She’ll be here in like, twenty minutes.”
“Okay, heard, but we already have a design,” Carmy says, gesturing to the wall covered in layouts.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had a degree in architecture and engineering. Those are fake dimensions, Bear; we don’t know shit about anything, so someone is going to come in and make sure that we’ve got the right fucking shade of white!” Natalie shouts before the office door slams shut, leaving Syd and Camry to stare after her with equal confusion.
“Pregnancy is making her…” Syd starts to say.
“Mean?”
“Yeah, mean. Definitely a little mean,” Sydney sighs, “She’s right though. Vibe doesn’t get us to opening night.”
And that’s how Carmen finds himself stuttering through an introduction from a now much-more-pleasant Natalie when she shows a woman through the front doors.
Carmen extends his hand to you, clearing his throat, nodding like a fucking idiot when you tell him your name.
“Yeah,” he says, “I’m uh, I’m Carmen.”
“Nice to meet you,” you say, mouth spreading into a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. “Walk me through?”
Natalie takes the lead while Carmy and Syd hang back. One glance at the look on his partner’s face should have sent Carmy scrambling for something else to do, but he’s not fast enough to remove himself from her presence before a laugh is bubbling from between her closed lips and he’s desperately hoping his face isn’t turning red.
“Im, uh, Carmen,” Syd lowers her voice in a mocking tone.
“Fuck right off,” Carmy shakes his head at her.
“You literally forgot your name!”
“I didn’t forget my fuckin’ name—“
“Like oh my god, a pretty girl with pretty eyes appears and you forget how to talk!”
“Are you done?”
“Absolutely not. I can’t wait for Richie to meet her.”
Carmen wishes the day would never come.
Ten minutes later you appear back in the dining room, Fak following close behind with a shit-eating grin that makes Carmy wish he had never gotten out of bed this morning.
“Carmy! Did you know she likes to bake?”
“No, Fak, we’ve only just met. Would you let her do her job?” Carmen sighs, rubbing his fingers into his eyes to stop an oncoming headache. Syd snorts.
“We’ll chat more later, Neil, I promise,” you say.
“You might have just made yourself a new best friend,” Syd laughs.
Carmy looks away the moment your eyes swivel over to his, trying to disguise that he’s staring as best he can.
“So,” you say, “Natalie said you had drawings. May I see?”
Camry’s fingers itch in a weird way, but he manages a nod before striding over to his backpack to pull out the notebook while you scan the wall of swatches and inspiration photos. You nods your head a little, like you’re concocting an idea.
Carmy wants to twirl a finger through the strand of hair hanging loose out of your updo.
“So, uh, this is what I’ve come up with so far.”
He then spends the next ten minutes walking you through each of the drawings, explaining himself a little too thoroughly, and making random comments about lighting and booth fabric. You look intent the whole time, brow furrowed at the page, occasionally pointing and you don’t even have to say anything—Carmy just starts to over explain immediately following the point of your painted fingernail.
When he’s done, you nod your head slowly, the corner of your mouth twitching up. You’re wearing some sort of lipstick that reminds Carmy of the stain of touching a cherry pit.
“These are amazing,” you say finally, and Carmy feels his face heat. “I like the vibe. I love the vibe, actually. Are you a sensitive person?”
You look up at him and Carmy short-circuits.
Syd says yes, at the exact time he says no.
“Conflicting signals,” you say, “Anyone else to weigh in?”
It takes a second for him to realize that you’re making a joke, and he has to shake himself out of a stupor caused completely by the sight of your smile.
“Uh, no, no I’m good. Gimme feedback,” he says, and you reach out to flip the pages back, landing on the entry.
“Great. I’m going to tell you what we need to fix,” you say, straight to the point. “This entry is too small. Either we need to extend out into the sidewalk, or we need to push the kitchen back by at least five or six feet. The bar is going to create a bottleneck right here, and we need to inset these shelves to give you a little more working room. The lighting here needs to be sconces, and the bathroom doors need to slide to maximize space—this is too small for a swinging door.”
Carmen is fully intent on taking in every word you’re saying, but out of the corner of his eye he can’t help but see Syd’s face transform into something mildly resembling devious.
“Heard,” Carmy says, nodding his head as you looks back up. “Let’s rock.”
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You become a fixture in Carmy’s life in the same way that Sydney or Richie or Nat are, appearing every time he turns the corner and whispering a hello in passing before you start barking orders to the contractors who listen to your every word. Strangely, he can relate. A week ago you told him, Carmen, please decide which side of the bar you want the ice machine on, and do it quickly so I can tell the water guy when he gets here. He’s never made a decision so fast in his life.
Even Nat had popped an eyebrow when he replied, on it, before you’d even really finished your sentence.
Usually, he’s on autopilot—walking in and straight back to the office or the kitchen and hardly ever stopping to notice what’s going on. He’s the first one in and the last one out by design, so he doesn’t even see everyone else arrive until they’re already there.
This morning, though, Carmy walks into the kitchen to see you already there, writing something out in a notebook as Natalie talks, waving her hands wildly.
“Okay, I got you,” you’re saying only glancing up when Carmy’s shoes shuffle too loudly on the floor. “Oh! Good, you’re here. I need you.“
Carmy raises his eyebrows. “Need me?”
“To look at paint swatches,” you say, ushering him into the main dining area. The words ring in his head like bells as he follows you, the scent of your perfume surrounding him as he walks through the crowd of it. You smells so good, and it reminds him of New York City somehow, the faint scent of rain.
He figures that you must have come in even earlier than he and Natalie both, because you’re dressed more casually than usual, and there’s a charm necklace dangling over your tee shirt that he tries to identify when you turn without you realizing he’s staring. He makes out a paintbrush and nothing else.
“Right, so,” you start, gesturing to the wall. There’s a beat of silence with them both staring at the three swatches on the wall, and then Carmy turns towards you.
Your words overlap.
Carmy says, “I hate them.”
At the same moment, you say, “They’re horrible, right?”
Carmy laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, not it.”
“Okay, so hear me out.” You say, leaving his side to pull something from your folder. “Pink.”
“Pink?”
“Like, oyster shell pink. Neutral enough that in the low light it’ll look pale, almost indiscernible from white. And this wall—“ you point to the back where the booths will be and shake your head. “Has to be a mural. It’ll look unfinished if it’s bare.”
Carmy nods along with everything that you say, trying to envision it. “What kind of mural?”
You tilt your head, chewing at your lip. Carmy completely short-circuits for an embarrassingly long second.
“I might have some ideas,” you say in a soft voice, crossing over to the table where you’ve set your things and pulling out a black sketchbook.
“Two artists in residence, huh?” Carmy jokes, his stomach fluttering when you smile.
“Do you draw anything other than food and restaurant interiors?” You ask.
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” you repeat, looking up at him. He knows that you want him to elaborate—he would never admit out loud that he spends the hours he’s not cooking trying to replicate the way your necklace hangs off of your neck and the curve of your wrist.
Occasionally he doesn’t do weird, obsessive, borderline creepy things—sometimes he sketches the buildings outside his window as the sun goes down, or tries to remember what the boat in Copenhagen looked like, or that one place he used to drink coffee at in New York.
Your eyes narrow at him just a little, like you’re trying to read all the things he’s not saying.
He dips his head, half to look at the page you’ve opened the notebook to and half to get out from under the scrutiny of your pretty eyes.
“That’s insane,” Carmy finds himself saying, looking down at the waves of color on the page. “It looks like, almost like wood? Or marble. That’s—fuck, that’s so cool.”
The page is covered in shades of brown and deep green and black, melding together into something that reminds him of tree rings or stained wood panels, muted like an old chinoiserie river painting.
“You could hire someone to change it out seasonally maybe, it’d be cool, but I think something like this would look nice with the color of the wood we picked for the tables—“
“Will you do it?” Carmy asks, fingertips tracing over the edge of the paper and coming away brushed with color—oil pastels. “Could you, I mean, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it like this.” He tells you, rubbing the tips of his fingers together and watching the color meld together before meeting your eye.
Your mouth is parted, eyes wide as you look at him, and he gets the urge to flick your bottom lip to see if it’s as soft as it looks.
“I,” you start to say, “Yeah. I can do it. If you want me to.”
“I do,” he says, too quickly. “Want you to. Paint it.”
Because what else would he be asking you to do? He wants to throw his entire brain into the blender on high.
“Okay,” you say, “I’ll start tomorrow.”
He makes a mental note to make sure he’s there all day to peer through the windows and watch you work.
#Syd is Carmy’s biggest fan and also his biggest hater#Carmy see girl and brain go brrrrrrr#Carmy don’t be creepy challenge#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy the bear#the bear hulu#the bear fx#designer au#the bear au
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To Hell And Back
Pairing: Angel!Wanda x Demon!Reader
Word Count: 1485
Warnings: Kidnapping (Wanda), Demon!Ex, Stabbing (Non descriptive), Torture (Non descriptive), Reader beating the shit out of Demon!Ex, Angst, Comfort, Uhhh idk
Pt 1, Prequal
A/n: More Angel!Wanda and Demon!Reader say what. This is what would happen if Wanda is kidnapped and taken to Hell. Reader goes a bit crazy. Thank you again to @wandamaximoffsbadgirl indulging in my love for these 2. Honestly I got a little lazy and used a gif.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
You knew something was wrong when you hadn't heard from Wanda all day. Then, it came through an unknown number. A picture of Wanda, tied up, beaten, and in hell. All of the air in your lungs escapes when you see her. What was once beautifully white and soft, her wings dirtied with blood and dirt. You can feel the rage building within you. You had to go find her. Your tail and horns coming out. Your tail flicks back and forth as your eyes shift to a cold blue. You don't think as you march out of your home.
You know a hidden portal is situated just a few miles from your home. You take off running as fast as you can in the direction of the portal. Leafs crunch under your feet as you make your way through the woods until you reach a cave. The cave is damp and musty and mostly dark until you see the flickering light of the portal. You take no time jumping through.
As you come out the other side, you look around, getting your bearings. You know this place. It may have been hundreds of years since you've seen it, but it's familiar. You pull your phone out and examine the photo again. Hoping a second look gives you a clue on where in hell Wanda could be. You look but it looks the same as any other part of hell, bleak and dreary. You give up on looking at the photo and instead start searching. You felt your blood boiling over and it wasn't from the heat.
Anger that you suppressed for hundreds of years hidden underneath the surface. You stalk through the area looking for any sign of Wanda. The underworld is vast with many twists and turns. It soon feels like you have been searching for hours. Hope is dwindling. What if you never find Wanda? What if you're too late?
You feel like you'll never find her when you feel it, feel her. You spin in the direction you're being pulled and run, faster than you thought possible. The feeling gets stronger the closer you get. The anger that had been growing slowly morphs into relief. You can feel her. You can still feel her. Your body collides with the door where the pull is the strongest. The door shatters as you stumble through.
When you see her, you can feel the rage bubbling over. You shift your focus to the demon in the room. Eyes narrowing and head tilting to the side. Of course it was your ex. She always hated you for leaving all this behind, and getting together with Wanda must have been her final straw. Without so much as a thought, you lunge at her. She's able to dodge you. You turn on your heels. Your eyes flash that cold blue. “Delphine.” You growl. This time, you're quicker as you're able to tap into all the rage you've consumed. Your body collides with hers, sending her flying into the far wall.
Delphine seems to be knocked out, giving you the chance to run to Wanda. “Wands.” Your voice cracks. Her eyes shift to yours. She looks up at you, battered and bruised. “You must have put up one hell of a fight, angel.” You gently stroke your thumb of a bruise on her cheek.
“Wasn't gonna let some shitty demon just take me.” Wanda smirks at you, another wince coming out.
“Let's get you down, baby.” You can still feel the rage just below the surface, but your Wanda is more important. You're able to release Wanda, catching her in your arms before she collapses.
“Y/n watch out!” Wanda yells. You catch a glimpse of Delphine out of the corner of your eye. You're able to push Wanda out of the way before feeling a sharp pain in your back.
You cough up blood. The rage fueling you once again, your voice deepening. “You never did know when to quit.” You turn quickly, getting into it with Delphine. Blows exchanged as you manage to get on top. Keeping her down. Your hand wraps around her throat as you start to use your grip on her throat to slam her head into the ground. But her hand is able to snake around, digging her finger into the wound. You cry out in pain, giving her a chance to gain control again.
“You're mine.” Delphine seethes.
“You're fucking insane if you think I'm yours. I wasn't even yours when we were together!” You spit back at her. The white hot pain from your wound screaming at you. Your fist connects with her face. A bloody sinister grin spreads across her face. Which sends you into a rage. You continue to land blow after blow. She isn't able to stop you. Your eyes flicker from blue to red. Wanda watches as the tips of your horns and tails start to stain black.
Wanda doesn't think about it as she runs forward. “Y/n!” She practically crashes into you. “Stop, please...this isn't you...you aren't like these demons. Don't let them take that from you.” You looked back at her over your shoulder. You see the tears run down her face, voice cracking. “Please Y/n…”
The sight of your tail passes in your vision. The blackened tip paired with Delphine coughing up blood terrifies you. You crawl back getting as far away from Wanda and Delphine. Tears spring to your eyes as you look down. Your hands stained red start to shake. “No! No! No! No!” Panic fills your voice, the tears that threatened to fall now cascading down your cheeks. This isn't you. This is everything you didn't want to be. You worked so hard to not be This. To be like them. You wanted to help people not hurt...you certainly didn't want to kill anyone.
“Detka?” Wanda moves closer to you, you shake your head.
“N-No, get away from me. I-I don't want to hurt you.” Your voice breaks as you pull your knees to your chest. You wrap your arms around yourself as you continuously mutter, I'm sorry. Wanda's heart absolutely breaks seeing you like this. Even though you've told her to get away, that's the last thing she's about to do. Instead she pulls you into a hug, her wings coming out to wrap around you just like your first date.
You sob into Wanda's chest as she holds you. You should be the one comforting her, but here you are. She shushes you as she holds you tight. She watches as the black slowly fades back to white. “I'm sorry Wands.” You choked out, and she shushes you.
“No detka it's okay. What just happened is different. You were protecting me. If it meant protecting you I'd do the same thing.” Wanda tells you. You sniffle as you look up at her. Though beaten and bruised, she is still the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. She sees how your eyes shift back to blue before they go back to your normal color.
Before the words come out of your mouth, Wanda blasts Delphine back in a white light. She hits the wall hard, knocking her unconscious or at least that is what you think. Wanda lifts you in her arms, letting her wings spread out. “Let's go home detka.”
“I'm the one who should be carrying you.” You whine a little.
Wanda chuckles and then winces slightly. “Sweetheart, you've been stabbed. Also, I don't see you with any wings.” You pout, thinking about it, and grumble a bit. “That's what I thought.” Wanda flapped her wings. “You're gonna have to guide me back, though.” Wanda says with a smirk. You giggle a bit before getting both of you out of hell.
By the time you're home both of you are exhausted. Wanda obviously fusses over getting you patched up first, having seen the blood stain on her wings. When she is done she finally lets you help her before you both get cleaned up. Crawling into bed and curling up together.
You end up falling asleep first. Wanda lets her wing stay around you, propped up on her side. She gently strokes your face, moving some hair out of the way. She kisses your forehead, letting her lips linger there. “I love you so much, my little devil.” She pulls back to look at the peaceful look on your face. "I'd kill anyone who dared stand between us. God or Satan couldn't stop me. If it meant keeping you with me, I'd do it without a second thought.” She strokes your cheek.
Wanda uses her wings to pull you closer, wrapping her arms around you tightly. Her wings provide a safe cocoon as she settles in. Soon she follows you into the land of dreams. Peacefully drifting off holding you tight.
#syd speaks#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda fanfic#wanda x you#wanda marvel#wanda maximoff fic#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda maximoff x reader fluff#wanda maximoff x reader angst#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x y/n#angel!wanda#demon!reader#Roles Reversed Au
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"Well, yes, Sydney is actually my little brother. How did you know?"
...I mean, I am pretty sure that's not the case, but it would actually be really funny for an AU lol
Like, turns out you actually had a secret sibling and guess what? It's your fucking mentor. Maybe your dad had too much fun in his teenage years 😭
@troycattribunny you are giving me wayy too many ideas with only your reblog 🤔
#dol fanart#dol#jordan the pious#moth art#sydney the faithful#dol jordan#dol sydney#dol pc#Kari the Ethereal#degrees of lewdity pc#degrees of lewdity fanart#degrees of lewdity#What would you even call this AU? Secret sibling au or smtg? lol#It would actually make even more sense for Jordan to be so overprotective with Syd if they were actually related#art#sirris the science teacher#dol sirris
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>> good morning - new carmy tweet just dropped
#carmy can’t sleep when syd is mad at him#look at that face#who can be mad at that face?#syd x carmy#sydney adamu#sydcarmy#carmy x sydney#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#jeremy allen white#social media#social media au#smau#carmy the bear#carmy x reader#carmy x claire#carmy x you#carmy x fem!reader
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AU where Carm doesn't fumble big time
#sydcarmy#syd x carmy#carmen x sydney#the bear fanart#art#my art#fan art#artists on tumblr#illustration#animated art#black and white#alternate universe#au where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts aka they go to kasama
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AU: Valentine's Day is just around the corner and our beloved chefs are brainstorming romantic dishes for The Bear's upcoming menu. However, unbeknownst to Sydney, Carmy has another plans in mind for the romantic holiday...
#sydney x carmy#syd x carmy#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#sydney x carmen#jeremy allen white#ayo edebiri#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear#au#thebearedit#tvedit#tvgifs#televisiongifs#tvcentric#cinematv#gosh this took me FOREVER#I really wanted it to feel like this was one scene so I tried to make the colouring match as much as I possibly could#anywhooooo#i hope you like this little au#a little wishful thinking for the new season ;)
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THE BEAR social media part 9: white boy and his finsta
#missed making these#also yes he takes the train with syd it’s real to me#also me making tina type like my aunties#AND shoutout to that person who dmed me when that last pic of ayo dropped 😭😭 I had to get my ass up and work!#carmen berzatto#sydney adamu#sydney x carmy#sydcarmy#the bear fx#social media au
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highschool au sydcarmy r my kids btw. theyre very important to me
#important that my highschool syd usually has the afro going on#but does enjoy messing with her hair and changing it#tried going for lip gallagher hair sort of for carmy#i see like fluffy grown out buzzcut curls#braces sydney and converse carmy. btw.#sydney is like theatre kid emo dork#carmy is like closeted classic emo art kid dork#my art#the bear#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#the bear fx#fanart#carmy berzatto#carmy x sydney#sydcarmy fanart#highschool au sydcarmy#highschool sydcarmy#the bear fanart
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Vampire AU
Just some lil ideas on the vampire AU idea and extra messy sketches to get into the Halloween spirit!
Literally just make it The bear but Syd is a vampire in this universe
Having her being a vampire, how? Maybe she’s been a vampire for a long time, traveling around the world being the jack of all trades
Always having her cooking be her best skill
She came back to Chicago cause she wanted to be back home again
Found out one of the favored chefs were also back in Chicago and is now working at the beef looking for a sou, she’s intrigued.
Syds outside of the beef, getting ready to go in as she smells something she recognized when visiting that restaurant in New York all those years ago
Let’s make it like he’s a reincarnation of a reincarnation from a person she’s met throughout her immortal life
A hint of blood orange, tart and a bit sweet. Not too strong but just enough to entice her for her fangs to come out
Standing face to face with Carmen Berzatto, the smell of his blood surrounds her and she gets hungry but she abruptly stops herself
Getting the job, Syd has to suppress her urges and confuse her thoughts that if what she’s feeling is a crush, admiration, or just pure instinct to taste his blood.
Or maybe all of the above?
But then she gets to see how he is while working with him then her anger and confusion arises. He���s not what she thought he was
He calls her too green
Her dish is just “not ready yet chef”
and yet she stays because she wants to improve the restaurant and make a difference to a small place.
Maybe even get to know him better, with the life he has right now
No- Not staying just for him, that be absurd and too weird. Right?
She finally quits but still has lingering feelings and she thinks, “What if I just have a taste, then I can leave and it’ll all be over I’ll be done with him and that restaurant. I don’t have to stay.”
She’s traveled all over the world and yet this one dingy place with this blue eyed mam keeps her here tethered
But does she hate it?
“Why? Why him?”
Looking at him and smelling the hint of blood oranges hits her and she’s hooked again, she came to collect her check but she stayed yet again for him
Sprinkle a lil bit of inner turmoil, with the restaurant renovations and Claire situation. Ya know, angst
And how bout him finding out she is a vampire at the end of S2 after friends and family.
Syd gets really weak after service, throwing up and getting her vampire urges
Desperate, she turns to Carmy since he’s the only one left after being freed from the freezer
“I NEED YOUR FUCKING BLOOD CARMY.”
Finally when she takes a bite, it’s literally life changing, life ALTERING like she can’t get enough and doesn’t think she’ll ever get this again so she savors as much as she can take
Secretly also he likes it, he finally feels calm and things go quiet while feeling safe in her arms
This is where spice ensues, cause he takes her back to his apartment to feed more
Once she wakes up the next morning, the bed is a bit of a mess, blood dry on her lips and chest
But there’s no Carmy
She cleans up and heads straight to the bear, and there he is, with dishes in front of him and a cold demeanor
His aura is completely changed
For S3 they make a little deal between eachother.
Carm is her blood bank and he willingly complies as long as she pushes him and he can push her for the restaurant
He thinks this’ll be the chance for him and syd to finally connect better in a weird fucked up way
While also simultaneously being sort of robotic and detached like he sorta was in S3
Also another way for her to stay with him for as long as she’ll have him
More drama ensues etc. idk I’m not good with writing but it was fun silly idea to get into the Halloween spirit!
#sydcarmy#the bear fanart#sydney adamu#the bear#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#syd x carmy#carmy x syd#sydney and carmy#artist on tumblr#vampire au#now let me draw some spice for this au#just gotta figure it out#in the Halloween spirit yall!#as much as i’m an artist i am a yapper#digital artist#think of it like a slice of life but oh in a normal world#there’s a vampire whoa!#i can’t write
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sorta a companion to this design here, except it's for. the Ender Prince au again. shocker. Realistically this is how I think he would probably look in his prime, aside from the mask on his face. The masks were something he started making himself after he took control of everything. He'd melt down the gold he'd accumulated with lava he stole and then sculpt them into the faces of monsters, animals, and even the other deities, although those are much more deliberately crude depictions. (like the mask he's wearing in the ref is literally just she's face. I picked it because it was the easiest to draw but it isn't the default by any means.) I think the state of his body is very loose and impermanent at best. he can have a shit ton of limbs, like the other deities he can grow and shrink (although he prefers to do the former more than the latter), he can do a lot at his whim. By the time he brings ep!phil over he's incredibly powerful. a force to be reckoned with. he's also fucking MEAN.
#syd spiels mcyt#my art#syd's art#syd's aus#philza#hardcore season 4#hc!philza#ep!philza#ender king#hope he dies!!!!!!!
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When Syd's skils of being a KND mapist got hardwired into his brain so hard that even after decommission he can still guess almost any places with the vaguest desc
There are some limits.
#adult au#knd#kids next door#sydney beetles#lou beetles#plz notice all details I put innnn#geoguess day is usually friday#and everyone hates them at work and at home on friday#either hate or are absolutely amazed#recommissioned Syd has 0 chill with Lou#final bond
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wait i never posted my dunmeshi-related OC doodles. literally everything about this AU stemmed from "haha evan how r u so sm-oh wait he would be a halfling and absolutely hate the kid treatment"
#at first i just wanted to draw them cosplaying the characters but i got carried away with evan's halfling fashion. what can i say#though i have to say. evan would be strong contender for beastkin as well.#david as a pink elf was mostly for the same comedic effect as elf!senshi like. oh suddenly the Big Boy is built like a stick.#anyway i love them so bad. big fan of syd and reyes having a crush on mara and ariel like ''woah they r so graceful and pretty and smart''#meanwhile evan looks at them very distraught like ''do we know the same mara and ariel'' bc theyre so insanely stupid and hashtag one life#art#oc#ocs#original character#original characters#AU#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi AU#dungeon meshi OC#Evan#David#Mara#Ariel
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i was cookin something
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jesse to walt after the latter has a really severe coughing fit due to the cancer: whoa mr white, are u ok? do u need some water or something? yo, how's ur chemo going??
walt to jesse after the latter has a seizure due to the epilepsy: jesse why must u consistently make life more difficult for both of us. ur ineptitude is truly remarkable, it really is
#syd squeaks#obligatory 'whatever jesse have u killed gus yet' punchline but its one of my fave dimensions the au adds to the show#jesse so very sincerely cares about walt recovering from his cancer and wants him to be healthy#meanwhile walt is like 'i cant believe u are doing this on purpose to inconvenience me'#breaking bad#epileptic jesse
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