#the first thing before the cut is my art ^^

[katiekatdragon27]

Guys you don't understand how much I love these two. (Oh yeah, and Finn's there too)

Glisten: Awww~ Shrimpo, you remembered Shrimpo: B*tch I'm in LOVE with you, of course I REMEMBERED! Glisten: What!? Wait really?? This is very sudden wow! (You said you were straight?) Shrimpo: AAAAAAAAAA

Finn: (yapping) Shrimpo and Glisten: SHUT THE F*CK UP, FINN!! Shrimpo and Glisten: ... Shrimpo and Glisten: (kissing)

The first comic takes place before the two started dating. Shrimpo is really really really bad at expressing emotions other than anger and frustration, so anytime he tries to express anything, he just blurts out his feelings without thinking. Then he gets second-hand embarrassment lol. Glisten was pretty aware that Shrimpo liked him before, but he's pretending to be surprised to make Shrimpo "feel better" (also to mildly embarrass him lol).

Also, I think that Shrimpo and Glisten bonding over hating Finn is very based and true. They need that autistic man to SHUT UP/silly

I think Shrimpo and Finn are very cousin coded. Not close enough to be siblings but definitely got some familial genes going on imo (plz don't shoot me Shrimpbowl shippers🙏🙏🙏) Doesn't stop Shrimpo from being violent towards Finn tho, and Finn does nothing to deter it lol (he finds it funny). Also, Glisten throws no punches bc he doesn't want to get his hands dirty.

Finn: Sooooo?? How was the daaaate~ Finn: No need to be such a clam about it! Shrimpo: I'M SO KILLING YOU!

The second image takes place the day after this post lol. Shrimpo is recovering from a hangover covered in lipstick kisses and super conflicting emotions and Finn is NOT helping.

On the other end, I've been thinking about Shimmer a lot lol. So here is a doodle of her with her "sister aunt" Toodles, and Pebbles.

They all get along super well. In this pic, Toodles is like 12ish and Shimmer is 4 (but her weird biology made her age up to like 7 here). Pebble is pebble, that's all you need to know.

Also, I was in a horror-ish mood earlier so here are some Twisteds <33 (below cut cuz kinda scary):

I love you angst comfort. My sib pointed out while playing one day that Shrimpo looked traumatized as a Twisted, which like, fair, but it make me think.

Glisten: "They say you are not here anymore. But I think you are."

I had this silly idea that Twisted Shrimpo was infected by Dandy personally, and that whole conflict got Shrimpo's lower jaw ripped off. He is very violent and volatile, and very hard to calm down. But, when he runs into a twisting Glisten alone and scared, he comforts him (to the best of his ability).

Since Glisten is still able to be somewhat conscious, he realizes that the Twisteds are actually not completely gone like he originally thought, and it helps him keep his sanity longer, hoping for a way out for everyone.

Willpower is a crazy thing.

On the complete opposite note, I love you horrifying freak of ichor child.

Since Shimmer was made from the ichor itself with no sort of skeleton or solid foundation, her condition is very unstable. And the problem is that her body is affected by her emotions. On a bad day, she can suffer from lots of pain and her body literally melting away. That's when she hides out and waits for her body to stabilize again.

When she completely twists, her body completely falls apart, becoming a puddle of ichor on the ground. If she was an encounterable twisted, she would work like Sprout's puddle root things, but easier to maneuver around and avoid. Also, her antenna glow.

Mini yap session aside, I think I cooked on the art lol.

Anyways, the og images lol:

Have a good one pookies!

[scudismystud]

You’re on the right track but I think there’s more to it than that though. Spoilers under the cut.

Gale was told from a very young age that he would be a great wizard so he has to shoulder the expectation that he has to become one again after his falling out with Mystra (which I am of the opinion they were both wrong it wasn’t him just messing up with her- she was also using him but that’s a whole other conversation). Gale believes his only worth is if he is a great wizard and that is so heartbreaking. This is why he is so willing to sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat. He believes that if he can’t be as powerful as he was with Mystra and heralded as a great wizard instead of a great disappointment that he might as well give his life in a heroic way. He desperately wants to be great - like he views Mystra to be.

The reason he talks about her so often is because he wants to be her. This is clear when you reach Act 3 and he starts talking about the idea of becoming a god himself. Gale has megalomaniacal tendencies and will either pursue them if left to his own devices by the player because he just wants to be great. It isn’t until the player chooses options to tell him that he isn’t defined by his magic or grand power that Gale starts to realize he has worth just being himself outside of magic and Mystra. Yes he will always love magic but he becomes aware that it’s something he can enjoy without having to idolize Mystra in the unhealthy way he does through the first act of the game.

Relating back to your analogy, I think this is more of a case where Disney had all of the legal software to draw and you show talent from a very young age and everyone says you’re going to be the next great artist so Disney CEO hires and then starts sleeping with you when you’re of age. As you get older and your relationship is getting closer (at least on your end you believe the relationship is equal) you start asking for better software you know the ceo is using but they keep telling you that you aren’t good enough.

You then find out there’s a hidden software online that you’ve been told is an altered version of Disney software. You download it in the hopes of bringing it to Disney ceo thinking they’d be happy you found upgraded software for them but then they’re mad at you. They cast you out of their circle.

You then get a virus from that program that is going to slowly kill your computer if you don’t keep letting it eat your files and even though you can still use your other programs from Disney they don’t work like they used to so you can’t make art as great as you once did. You then are told by that ceo that they can stabilize the computer temporarily but you should get rid of your computer which would also kill you in the process.

On top of that you also find out the software you had downloaded never belonged to Disney to begin with. You find out other software has always existed but the public cannot be trusted with it according to Disney CEO. You find out you’ve been misled by the CEO for years and there’s so much more out there you could sharing with the world. You then start to pursue making yourself a CEO convincing yourself you’ll be different than Disney CEO.

I do think comparing Mystra to a CEO is very fitting because she does have a horrible power imbalance to the relationship she has with Gale so he sees her in a good light despite all the things she does wrong for way too long. I don’t think Mystra is evil but I do think that what she did to Gale was wrong and warped him into the man who thinks he needs to be a god to be worthy of being alive. To reiterate again this is why he is constantly talking about her. He wants to be her. He wants infinite knowledge and magic.

At least that’s what he wants if left to his own pursuits. If you romance him, he then starts to think of a future with you. He still talks about Mystra but it isn’t in the idolizing way it was before (“you make me forget my goddess” line my beloved). He comes into his own as a character who could see himself being happy as Gale Dekarios the man instead of Gale of Waterdeep the great wizard.

I feel like people don't grasp that Gale keeps talking about Mystra because (among other things) he's obssessed with magic.

I think it's hard to understand because in our world, any skill is an existence in and of itself but for a rough example,

Imagine if Disney had a monopoly on drawing. They were in charge of all of the drawing softwares, they own all of the art supply companies and hell, maybe they even own paper.

Now imagine you royally mess it up with the CEO of Disney. You love to draw but anytime you draw, it's ultimately seen or controlled by Disney. It must be rough. I feel for him, I really do.

Mystra isn't just some goddess connected to magic. Since most people can only safely access through the weave and Mystra manages the weave, as far as Gale is concerned, Mystra IS magic.

[daisygirlwrites]

long hair eddie

literally typing this at 2am, i will not apologize for my unfiltered thoughts.

heavily inspired by @tr4shcanbugz 's beautiful art

during highschool, edward's hair grows out and he doesn't really bother to cut it nor does the orphanage care to. the longest it's been was just past his shoulders, enough to put it in a low ponytail to get it out of the way. unfortunately, this added another thing for students to bully him for, especially when a substitute accidentally mistaken him for a girl.

he could always cut his hair himself, however, he would over think it, thoughts of fucking it up and making it look worse was enough for him to put the scissors down. going to a barber shop was out of the question since he doesn't want to pull from his savings nor does he want to deal with other people's hands on him.

so edward just kept it as is, deciding to get cut once he graduates highschool, filtering out the hushed whispers and laughs thrown in his direction.

you’ve known edward for about four months at this point, finding each other at a secluded bench in robinson park on (ironically) valentines day. (also had his first indirect kiss!) (please yell at me to finish that fic)

though with snow still being around, he keeps his brown locks under a beanie and hoodie. his bangs do make an appearance from time to time

march comes around and so do you. both of you continue your little meetups/smoke breaks at the park after school, talking about anything, everything and sometimes nothing at all. just being in each other’s presences was enough

as the weather grows warmer, so does his feelings for you. and he can’t help it, especially since he knows that you go out of your way to spend time with him.

one afternoon, you find him waiting, his back facing you. he focuses at the scenery before him as a light breeze passes by, wisps of long brown hair dancing through the wind. 

plopping down at the other end of the bench, edward shifts his attention to you. and god, did he look pretty. his hair was slightly messy, the wind making it even more so but the bangs and the strands in front framed his face in a lovely way. you had to mentally slap yourself to stop ogling him.

the conversations start, and edward leads this time around. you wanted to focus on his voice but you can’t help but watch his hair fluttering by, softly grazing his cheeks

he always stares off to the side when he speaks, knowing that whenever he looks directly at you, his words stumble more. but you manage to cut him off anyways when he feels the slight brush of your fingers on his forehead

he stops breathing as he stares at you, not believing what’s happening in front of him. your touch was feather light, as if you were handling a piece of art. he could feel your nails run through his scalp, a jolt of electricity trailing down his spine. the warmth of your palm hits his ear and cheek as you linger just for a second longer after you tucked that strand back

he doesn’t remember the last time he experienced something so gentle, to be held so delicately. for a fleeting moment, he felt whole in your hand.

[latexb0n3z]

Sorry Sack

(Blindness) Anyways; this was a request I really liked from @umbrulla

CW: They get a little too excited at the end, Logan is thrilled by sensation- and Wade is thrilled by Logan.

The first thing Logan noticed was the silence. Not the kind he liked, either—not the peace that came from sitting under a canopy of trees with the faint rustle of wind and the distant chirp of birds. This was something deeper, heavier, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Then came the pain.

Hot, searing, and impossible to ignore. His claws instinctively popped as his body tensed, every nerve screaming. But even through the agony, Logan’s mind zeroed in on one detail: he couldn’t see.

“What the hell…” he groaned, voice ragged, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth.

The fight had been brutal. He’d barely registered the mutant—a hulking beast of a man with claws sharper than his own—before they were tangled in a blur of violence. Logan had won, but at a price.

“Logan?”

The voice cut through the haze. Familiar, annoying, and somehow grounding.

“Wade…” Logan growled.

“Holy crap, your eyes! Dude, did someone order Wolverine tartare? ’Cause you’re looking medium rare—wait, no, extra well-done. Oh, man. I can’t look. But I also can’t not look.”

Logan’s lips curled into a snarl. “Wade. Shut. Up.”

“Right, right. Focus. Got it. First aid kit. Oh, wait, that’s not gonna help, is it? You’ve got the whole self-healing deal. Or… wait, why aren’t they healing?!”

Logan gritted his teeth. The wounds around his eyes had already stopped bleeding, and the skin was knitting itself back together. But there was something wrong. He blinked—or tried to—but the world stayed black.

“Wade,” Logan said, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. “I can’t see.”

—

The first week was hell.

Incident one.

Logan’s body healed fast enough that the scars around his eyes were gone in hours. But his vision? That never returned.

At first, he’d thought it was a fluke. Maybe his body just needed more time. But as the days dragged on, it became clear: the healing factor wasn’t fixing this.

“Logan, buddy, I don’t think it’s a good idea to—”

“I don’t need your help, Wade,” Logan snapped, shoving past him and nearly tripping over a chair.

Wade caught him before he fell, his grip surprisingly steady. “Okay, fine, I won’t say it. But, uh, just for the record, that chair you almost face-planted into? It wasn’t even in your way. You walked into it.”

Logan growled, swatting Wade’s hand away. He hated this. The helplessness. The constant pity in Wade’s voice, even if the merc tried to mask it with jokes. He was blind as a bat— and it wasn’t getting better. He didn’t realize just how much he loved seeing color… and seeing the people speaking to him.

—

Incident two.

“Logan, you’re breaking everything in my apartment!” Wade groaned as Logan stumbled, knocking over a table.

Logan growled. “Then maybe don’t leave your crap everywhere.”

“It’s not crap, it’s art,” Wade replied, righting the table. “Also, that was a pizza box, not a chair. You’re welcome for me not laughing— which I would be if my concern wasn’t outweighing my urge to poke fun at you, peanut.”

Logan had the urge to tell him to stop calling him that, but a part of him liked it subconsciously… so he never said anything.

Logan sat heavily on the couch, his head in his hands. It had been weeks, and the blindness wasn’t getting any better. Outwardly, he was healed—no scars, no blood, nothing to suggest he was any different than before. But inside, his healing factor kept rejecting the delicate tissue in his eyes, leaving him in permanent darkness.

“Look, you can’t keep wallowing here forever,” Wade said. “I know someone who can help.”

“Who? One of your weird ‘contacts’?”

“I know just the gal. She’s blind too—super smart, super snarky, and way better at being blind than you are at… whatever this is.”

“Blind Al,” Wade announced.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Blind who?”

“Al! She’s like a sarcastic Yoda, but without the pointy ears. You’ll love her.”

Meeting Blind Al

Wade didn’t give Logan much of a choice, dragging him to a small, cozy house at the edge of town. The place smelled of lavender and bleach, with the faint hum of a heater in the background. This wasn’t going to be the kind of help he wanted, he already knew that. He needed to be fixed, not learn how to live like this. His body was supposed to fix itself.

“Wade, what the hell are you doing back here?” came a sharp voice from inside.

“Al! I brought you a gift!” Wade called cheerfully. “He’s grumpy, hairy, and now conveniently blind, just like you!”

“Watch it,” Logan muttered.

A woman appeared in the doorway, leaning on her cane. She was older, with short-cropped white hair and a sharp expression that could cut steel.

“So, you’re the famous Wolverine,” Al said, sizing him up. “And you’re blind now. Boo-hoo. Get in here.”

Logan blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Al snapped. “If you’re going to sulk about being blind, you can do it inside where I don’t have to listen to Wilson yapping in my yard.”

Blind Al didn’t waste time with pity or pleasantries. The moment Logan stepped into her home, she handed him a cane.

“What’s this for?” Logan asked, frowning.

“For not walking into walls,” Al said flatly. “Lesson one: stop acting like you’re the only blind person who’s ever existed.”

Logan bristled but followed her instructions. Over the next few days, she taught him how to rely on his other senses more intentionally—how to map a room by sound, how to feel the flow of air on his skin, how to tune in to subtle vibrations in the ground.

—

“You’re lucky,” Al said one day. “You’ve got super senses and a healing factor. You’ve already got an edge. You just need to stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to use it.”

Logan didn’t respond, but her words stuck with him.

Wade’s “Help”

—

While Al focused on practical skills, Wade took a more… unconventional approach.

“Logan, I got you something!” Wade announced one day, bounding into the room.

“Unless it’s a beer, I don’t want it,” Logan muttered.

“Better than beer! It’s a seeing-eye dog!”

Logan froze. “You got me a dog?”

Wade grinned. “Yep! His name is Sir Barksalot. Isn’t he cute?”

Logan heard a low growl, followed by the sound of claws clicking on the floor.

“Wade, that’s not a dog,” Al said from the other room. “That’s a raccoon!”

“Details!” Wade shouted.

Logan sighed. “Get it out of here before I gut it.”

“Oh no you don’t! Not in my house!”

—

Despite Wade’s antics, Logan began to make progress. Blind Al’s blunt teaching style forced him out of his comfort zone, and little by little, he started to adapt. He could navigate Al’s house without bumping into furniture, track sounds with precision, and even spar with Wade using only his heightened senses.

But the darkness still lingered. No matter how much he adjusted, Logan couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness.

One night, he sat on the porch, the cool air brushing against his face.

“You know, you’re still you,” Wade said, sitting down beside him.

“Yeah? And what the hell does that mean, bub?”

“It means you’re still the Wolverine,” Wade said. “Blind or not, you’re still the toughest, beefiest, sexiest guy I know. And I’m not just saying that because you could stab me if I didn’t.”

Logan snorted, and Wade earned a little half smile, to which he stared at admiringly. Not like Logan could see him doing it and stop him. His eyes almost looked like his own if you really looked. Milky, clouded pupils.

“You’re an idiot.” But his tone had no bite to it.

“True,” Wade said cheerfully. “But I’m your idiot.”

Logan didn’t respond, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a small spark of hope.

—

They had almost the same conversation twice, but with an even better outcome in Wade’s eyes.

Logan adjusted to his new world of darkness better than he expected, but even with all the progress he’d made, there were nights when the silence pressed in too hard, and the void felt endless, under stimulated by his existence, mourning a whole sense.

Tonight was one of those nights, where his thoughts got just as dark as his vision. He lost himself in thought.

He didn’t hear Wade approach, but the merc’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade.

“Care if I join you, big guy?” Wade asked softly, without his usual theatricality.

Logan shrugged, gruff as ever, but he didn’t push him away. He felt Wade sit beside him, his presence oddly grounding.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Wade, remarkably, didn’t fill the silence with jokes or chatter. Logan almost missed it.

“You ever think…” Logan began, his voice low and rough, “about how much quieter the world is when you can’t see it?”

Wade tilted his head, the question catching him off guard. “Well, I wouldn’t call my world quiet. It’s more like a carnival run by homicidal tumor ridden clowns, but I get your point.”

Logan huffed a faint laugh, the closest thing to a smile Wade had gotten out of him in days.

“You’ve been hanging around a lot,” Logan said after a beat. “Even for you.”

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you from falling on pizza boxes. And, y’know… I like being around you. You’re like a really grumpy lighthouse, guiding me through life’s fog.” He said, trying to make the statement as intentionally corny as possible.

Logan turned toward him, blind eyes staring unseeing into Wade’s face. “You’re the worst at metaphors.”

Wade grinned. “But I’m great at sitting here and annoying you into realizing how awesome you are.”

Logan’s lip twitched. “You’re annoying, all right.”

“I annoy because I care,” Wade said, his voice dipping into something softer, gentler.

The silence returned, but this time it wasn’t heavy. Logan leaned back against the porch railing, listening to the steady rhythm of Wade’s breathing.

“You really think I’m still me?” Logan asked quietly, the vulnerability in his voice catching even him by surprise.

“Logan,” Wade said, and the sound of his name—spoken without a joke or a smirk—made something in Logan’s chest tighten. “I’ve thought you were you since the first time I met you. Sight or no sight, claws or no claws, you’re still the guy I’d follow into any fight. You’re still the guy I…” He trailed off, then added with an almost shy chuckle, “You’re still the guy I’d make pancakes for in the morning. Bad ones, but pancakes nonetheless.”

Logan turned his head toward Wade, his brows furrowing. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Wade replied. “And don’t worry—I’ll keep being annoying about it until you believe me.”

Something in Logan softened, the walls he’d been holding up for so long starting to crumble. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out a hand, fumbling for Wade’s. Wade caught it immediately, his fingers warm and steady.

“Guess I’ve been fighting this too hard,” Logan admitted.

Wade squeezed his hand. “It’s okay to let someone in, Logan. Even if it’s just me. Especially if it’s me.” He said that even though he knew damn well he didn’t let anyone in himself— just tried his best to make himself into a joke, because if he doesn’t laugh, he cries.

For the first time in weeks, Logan let out a deep breath that felt like relief. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“Never,” Wade promised, his voice so soft it almost broke.

Logan didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t pull his hand away either. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the darkness didn’t seem so overwhelming. Logan hesitated, but he leaned forward to rest his forehead in the crook of Wade’s clavicle— inhaling him like he was a drug, taking a deep breath in.

It was like a badge of honor to Wade, so he didn’t ruin it by speaking— until now.

“Can I kiss you, honey badger? I really wanna kiss you right now.”

The question was so direct it made Logan feel hot from the tips of his ears to the tip of nose and quickly. He made a deep, low, guttural sound, almost like a sigh, contemplating, nervous. Bashful. Partly because Wade didn’t just do it… he asked… desperately, enthusiastically.

Because he wanted that same enthusiasm back.

Logan nodded, parting his lips slightly— expecting Wade to take the lead at risk of missing his lips if he tried to lean in himself.

The sensation lit his core on fire, and the end of every nerve. Wade noticed immediately the shift in his body temperature, the way he was hot to the touch. It made Wade a little trigger happy, kicking up the intensity from a soft little kiss to a hungry, grabby, make-out session. He’s gripping Logan’s hair at the top like he’s got handles, licking his teeth and bitting his bottom lip before pulling away.

“Holy shit, Wade. Were you trying to eat me?” He wiped the saliva off his mouth, the small bruise left on his lip healing visibly in its usual record time.

Wade almost moaned, still only inches away from Logan’s face, still feeling his heavy, hot breath on his skin. “Oh fuck yes, Logan— I’m trying to eat you. I should call you little bat from now on. Because you’re about a head shorter than me and you can’t even see how much I look at that ass anymore.” The humor in his meaning still came through, but his tone remained flirtatious.

“Fuck off, you’re sick.” He punched Wade’s chest playfully- still so taken aback from the intensity of how Wade attempted to devour him that his stomach ached with arousal.

“Let’s go home. Quickly. I really do need to eat you, Logan. Like right now, I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”

Logan pressed a finger hard against Wade’s lips, grabbing the back of his head. Wade shut right up.

“You’re too excited, watch it before I change my mind.”

See what I did with the colors there? Hehheheheheh.

[quitealotofsodapop]

The moment Peaches placed his hand on the waterfall at the prompting of his second father, he felt something surge through him. Something powerful and... familiar. Like a warm bowl of noodles on a cold winter day but more. A bright flash if light had him instinctively flinch, closing his eyes to the brightness. He heard several gasps of shock and excitement coming from his family, his brother and Tang sounding particularly excited. When he opened his eyes once more, the wall of wafer had changed.

Where once stood a waterfall blocked any and all passagenow stood a cavern cutting the falls in two of sorts creating an opening within the roar of the falls and a passageway within. Peaches stumbled forward in awe, taking in the new bridge and pathways, feeling the same pull that had been guiding him ever since he ans his family had first washed up on the beach after an unfortunate encounter with the lava fields and a short skirmish with the Demon Bull King's wife that had left the ship damaged beyond repair. Broken pillars and archways covered in vines and dirt guided him.

He was only jostled from his trance like state when his little brother, impatient as ever, had run ahead and accidentally bumbed against him. Even then the sounds of his parents yelling after MK seemed almost muffled as he stumbled a bit to regain his balance. As if being in this place was affecting Peaches in some way. It was only when he heard MK's hurried cry for them to get over to where he'd run off to as soon as possible that Peaches managed to shake the strange state be was in off.

With a glance to his parents, he too ran ahead to see what had his little brother so worried. As he turned the corner, the rest of their family hot on his tail, he froze. Mei barely stopped herself from bowling him over, or more likely being slammed into him and injuring herself as multiple stances have told her before that running into him at full speed would rarely male him budge, before he heard her mutter in awe.

"Oh my gods..."

That about summer up Peaches' thoughts as he looked over at the wall his brother was shakily pointing and stammering at, jaw dropped. Or rather... the faded and damaged mural on it. It was a group he knew form storybooks and movies, a monk upon a white horse, a pig holding a rake, and a fish with a shovel. The Great Monk Sazang Tang, also known as Tripitaka, and the Pilgrims of the Journey to the West. And at the top of the mural, standing triumphantly with staff in hand and bathed in golden light, was the msot famous pilgrim of all. The Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven himself, Sun Wukong.

What had MK and Mei so starstruck however, was the Great Sage's uncanny resemblance to Peaches himself. Looking up at the faded image, it was almost as if he were looking into a mirror. A very old, somewhat damaged mirror. Peaches suddenly felt dread fill him as he considered everything that's happened in the past 24 hours. The release of the Demon Bull King, how he and his family seemed to confuse Peaches for their sworn enemy, the Monkey King's staff fitting in his hand with the familiarity of an old friend, the monkies excitement and insistence on calling him their King as they led him and his family to the waterfall...

It all made sense now. Peaches approached the mural slowly, fear building up in his breast as he recalled everything he knew of the story. Recategorizing it and comparing it to himself. And it made sense.

Sun Wukong was a monkey demon born of stone, Peaches and MK cannot swim without aid because every time they tried they would sink to the bottom with no explanation for why they seemed to have the buoyancy of a brick. Sun Wukong was the strongest demon to ever live, before Uncle Sandy started teaching him martial arts and meditation Peaches would often break things without meaning to and had little control over his own inner strength to the point he once ripped a fridge door on its hinges. Sun Wukong was immortal, Peaches didn't seem to age at all.

Peaches turned to look at his fathers, silently begging them to say something, anything, to disprove what they were seeing. That this can't possibly be true! He was... he was just PEACHES! The worried look in Pigsy's eyes and knowing, excited one in Tang's glasses told him that he wouldn't find reprieve. It was obvious for everyone here that Peaches, nerdy little Peaches, had some connection to Sun Wukong.

YES!!!

Link to an art you did of this scene a while back!

I love the little details to movement you add to your writing (MK rushing forward, Mei almost bowling over Peaches, etc).

Sandy's poor ship. Hopefully its just cosmetic damage, the cats aren't gonna like being stranded on a beach for too long! Unless he dropped them off with a sitter before setting out.

The whole family being there to see Peaches enter the cave for the "first" time - and seeing the mural of Sun Wukong on the wall. A very familar face staring right back at them.

Poor Peaches being in denial as he mentally connects the dots with details from his and MK's lives.

He probably feels very nauseous.

[discordiansamba]

zuko discovered his earthbending when he was around five and panicked. he can't be an earthbender. they're fighting earthbenders.

so he just. hides it. pretends he's a nonbender.

but he can't stay away from the lure of earthbending, so he sometimes practices in secret. it's really hard trying to figure things out on his own.

eventually ozai finds out about this and well. he's not happy about it. he knows it's impossible that ursa was unfaithful, which means there's no doubt zuko is his son. but if his son is an earthbender, that would call his rule into question- so he pretends zuko is a bastard and disowns him.

it's fine. he was always a failure anyways.

kenzo 100% knows zuko is not his grandson. zuko does not know this. kenzo does not know who exactly zuko actually is- it's not really important anyways. he's a child who was traveling all alone. he needs a warm bed and food in his stomach. a place to stay where he can be safe.

he assumes that zuko might be from the colonies- maybe even of mixed blood, given that he clearly has never had any formal earthbending training in his life.

the villagers are a little suspicious of zuko at first, given the fact that he's obviously fire-blooded, but as time goes on they kind of forget their suspicions. if kenzo says he's his grandson, that's good enough for them.

lao beifong is a frequent patron of kenzo, and therefore zuko travels to gaoling often to deliver his finished commissions. lao has absolutely asked kenzo to teach his daughter toph the art of pottery at one point, feeling that it would be a fine pastime for his poor blind daughter, but kenzo took one 'look' at her and was like. what this young girl wants is not a peaceful life of pottery.

kenzo is not completely blind, but can only make out vague shapes and outlines. he lost his eyesight much later in his life, due to an illness. he was already working as a potter then and had to relearn his craft.

zuko ends up befriending toph. of course he does.

toph: huh. who's this guy and why is he lying about what his name is. ah well. none of MY concern.

zuko attends an earth rumble and watches as the little beifong girl absolutely thrashes grown men twice her side. hah. blind and helpless his ass. grandpa was right.

she agrees to help teach him more combative earthbending. she likes the cut of your jib, mudslinger.

you've seen: the gaang forgets toph is blind. now get ready for: toph forgets zuko isn't blind, because he's been exclusively taught earthbending by two blind people.

zuko may be doing a little light blue spiriting on the side. just a tad.

he gets roped into a standing draft of earthbenders a little bit before aang gets out of the iceberg and is just like. well. fuck. this isn't a great development but if i'll definitely draw more attention to myself if i try to desert.

the term of service is only three years. he can get through that, right? then he can go back home to grandpa.

...oh uh. huh. that is his home, isn't it?

at least he makes a new friend? sensu seems like a great guy.

coincidentally happens to be in the area when zhao captures aang. this looks like a great time to sneak out of camp and do a few blue spirit activities.

iroh helps protect the moon spirit at the north pole and later asks aang for a favor. can you keep an eye out for my nephew as you travel the earth kingdom? his father falsely disowned him as a bastard years ago and i have reason to believe he has been hiding there.

sokka: that shouldn't be too hard. a firebender in the earth kingdom should stand out.

iroh: no. he is an earthbender actually.

sokka: what.

(zuko's past, is in fact, about to catch up with him. but he has more important things to worry about- like sensu's unit being captured.

time for blue spirit activities?

hey wait is that the avatar.)

earthbender zuko would just be shun zuko getting mistaken by a blind potter for his dead grandson and then just. never leaving. he can't break this old man's heart. he ends up learning not only his craft but also a lot of other earthbending tips and tricks from the old man whom he genuinely starts to think of as his grandpa at some point.

(spoiler alert: the old man knows full well zuko isn't his grandson. in fact he doesn't even have a grandson. but the scrawny, clearly starving and definitely abused refugee kid will definitely stick around if he pretends to think otherwise.)

...and then he gets drafted into the earth king's army. well. isn't this ironic.

[joetamy]

I love Doma, so much- besides his character alone, imma post things I like about his design. Cause I can ùwú If you wanna see my simpus supremus post, read more under the cut! 🙌

Ahem... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HANDS ! ! He's huge! This is a me thing maybe but that's very✨pleasant✨ Other than that, the design for his hands are so elegant.. yet strong- he has long nails as the upper two, which- slayyy~

The blood-like pattern is visually appealing, honestly just such good design. If you want to make hands more interesting, have some kind of detail like this to draw your eyes to them. Gah... GAH 🔥

His range of expression! And just.... his face- For someone with no emotion, he sure has studied expressing whatever he wants accurately. Surprise, joy, sympathy, sadness, determination- you name it, he can fake it. And as is the point of his character to some extent, he has beautiful eyes. Both in shape and color. 🌈

His eyebrows are wonderful, it's not often creators make a character this attractive and then give them a set of nice and thick eyebrows. I feel it's so common to think of it as unattractive but.. honestly- I disagree. I have had thick eyebrows my entire life, and I am extremely grateful for that. Anyway, this next one is just.. demons in general from Demon Slayer. But! Their teeth, they are so large. Every demon with these kind of teeth just... they seem so- idk- comfy looking. It's odd, but very appealing! (I checked in with some friends and they agree! Demon chompers are very nice to look at!

HIS HAIR! For real, long long ago, when watching the hobbit and lord of the rings, something flipped in me in regard to what I find appealing on men. Long hair. There is a reason I love Tolkien's elves ahah. And it's just the same with Doma. 🥰 Regardless if it is beautiful, smooth and soft or jagged and wild- it does not matter. Men suit long hair so much more than they think, it makes me so happy whenever a character is given long hair. And I mean LONG, not that "barely touching the shoulders" bs. That's not long, that's medium.

It actually pains me when someone draws a man who has long hair- with short hair. Like.. slay, live your dreams. But come oooon- let the 10% of men with long hair in fiction keep it, plz- I beg. (not actually that serious, do what makes you happy <3) With some help from two of my friends, I'd like to point out his build and how he visually reads vs. his behaviors! While Doma is quite a big guy, with broad shoulders and a very tall frame. He acts and is drawn very innocently! (Note: Slim waist alert 🔥)

He is often drawn in a way that makes him seem quite harmless. He sits in a way that makes him seem smaller than he is (Especially during the upper moon meeting), he's often smiling, laughing and otherwise messing around. He also somewhat slumps his shoulders sometimes. All this really makes his behavior stand out, since it is such a contrast to how he makes himself appear. He talks down to people in such a casual way, he's creepy at times, intimidating- and that gets multiplied by 100 when he no longer acts all aloof and sweet.

On top of all this- he is very muscular, but he wears a baggy turtleneck and very loose pants. Which is anotherfor him to seem far less intimidating visually.

This has all been manga so far, but here's an honorable mention to the anime. This scene was so well done. He is smiling softly through the entire scene, but does not express as much as he does while being upper two. His voice range moves but not along with his expression, which make it feel as if something is off and I love it.

Sidenote, the voice actor they picked for him- chef kiss 💕 Some of this might be a reach, or personal conclusion of course. But when I have an interest, why not share it. Maybe some people will agree, maybe some won't. Either is fine! And feel free to tell me what you agree or disagree with, or just what you like about this guy. I am happy to hear 💖

[askyofexplodingstars]

“Why am I grinning? I guess I've been unusually happy lately...”

vibe song to go w this 💜🖤

[techno-foxx-comixx]

Springfest yippie

[seriousturd]

Random old grayscale doodles

Including my probably favorite Ellis expression I’ve made from a forever unfinished BMB comic:

[sualne]

started reading trigun

[dreadful-luck]

GGS TEAM PAST!!!

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok: The Monastery Years

[marblerose-rue]

completed my sophomore year of college :-) (and now im gonna sleep for the next 2374039475347 years)

[chibishortdeath]

Some attempts at a design for Selena :3. The second image is inspired by the wedding in Haunted Castle, but I changed Simon’s outfit cause idk I just can’t picture him being comfortable in a suit.

The last two of these are way more headcanon-y lol. They’re under a cut mostly in case my headcanons and story ideas change d(^^ ). One of them was inspired by a Kikuo song I was listening to while drawing lol, the song “Let’s Go to Heaven”.

[slumbergoblin]

There was supposed to be a second half to this, but I can't wrap my brain around how I would draw it :(