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Prime defenders but it’s only the stupidest things I’ve drawn for them
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#bandit's doodles#jrwi prime defenders#jrwi wiwi#jrwi vyncent#jrwi dakota#jrwi tide#I guess#jrwi ashe winters#I’m not tagging everyone in the animatic absolutely not#do you see what I was talking about when I said my vyncent design was gorgeous#not to toot my own horn#I’ve started my first pd rewatch so I’m officially locked in#no turning back#they’ve taken over#I actually winged all the designs in the stupid video excluding the main 3#the Cantrip one is doing things to me#bad and good#maybe one day I’ll post proper fully finished art#(I do that sometimes I promise)#also there’s a secret reason why wiwi’s hair coloring is inconsistent#maybe I’ll tell you someday#fuck I caught myself in another yapfest
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he gets cold and SOMEBODY has to do something about it, might as well be jayce
#they’ve taken over my brain#jayvik#jayce talis#his coat is so annoying to draw oh my god#viktor#arcane#fanart#artists on tumblr#sabeldraws#jayce x viktor
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My dear lovely friend suggested I draw Betty in a suit and Simon in a dress. I interpreted this as making 3 of both IMMEDIATELY.
I am so in love with both of them. Anyway, Click for Quality!
#aria draws#digital art#digital drawing#fanart#adventure time fanart#adventure time#fionna and cake#fionna and cake fanart#simon petrikov#betty grof#magic Betty#petrigrof#slightly insane girlboss and her old man wife#they’ve taken over my BRAAAAINNSSS
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drew this recently. Not exactly thrilled with how it came out but whatever. Original under cut!
And yes I do know it’s a sunrise they watch in the church but let me have my fun. also insp from @annoying1yapper101 !!!!!!!!!!
#I don’t know the credit of the original artist I’m so sorry!!!!!#Guh#sorry for only drawing gay ppl btw#They’ve taken over my brain#johnnyboy fanart#johnnyboy#ponyboy x johnny#ponyboy the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#johnny the outsiders#johnny cade#the outsiders#the outsiders fanart
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“How do we know it’s my birthday?”
“How do we know it’s not your birthday?”
#I LOVE THESE BUGS SM#I’m FINALLY out of artblock and the only thing I’ve drawn is these two#they’ve taken over my brain#ride the cyclone#rtc#Ricky Potts#Ricky rtc#Jane Doe rtc#spacedolls#art#GGRGGAGAGSGDGD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO!!!!!
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was. it. casual. WAS IT?!?!
#agathario#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agatha x rio#guys they’ve taken over in my head#they’re all i think about#agathario endgame or i’ll kms#marvel give me my lesbian witches and make them happy#i’m crying they’re so#AHHHHHHH
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the homosexual spirit remains indomitable even in the direst of situations
#they’ve taken over my brain#chainshipping#saw#saw 2004#saw franchise#lawrence gordon#adam faulkner stanheight#saw x
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I have a career now and it’s making these character text posts 🙏
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#fantasy high#text post#text#fabian seacaster#fig faeth#riz gukgak#ayda aguefort#adaine abernant#kristen applebees#gorgug thistlespring#dimension 20#d20#funny#dnd#tracker o'shaughnessey#figayda#brennan lee mulligan#i pretend to be normal about these guys but they’ve seriously taken over my life
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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.
Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.
Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.
(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)
So imagine this:
Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)
Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.
Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.
Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.
If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.
As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.
Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.
It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.
One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.
(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)
There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.
Sunday couldn’t look away.
He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.
Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?
He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.
Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.
Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.
The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.
It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.
It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.
It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.
It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.
OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.
Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS
So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”
I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr gallagher#hsr sunday#galladay#idk what I’m doing anymore#they’ve kinda taken over my mind#shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go “’this wasn’t supposed to happen’ as they’re making out#that’s the exact vibes I’m feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship#of course we don’t run away from angst in this ship#everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene#let’s see what happens in 2.2#I NEED ANSWERS#ALSO MISHA#I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHA’S KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO#idk wtf is going on there#but until 2.2 explains#Gallagher is misha’s weird drunk uncle/dad figure#it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way#oof new writing idea#next time#I need to work on tagging#this is just another post all on its own#marrapost
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“When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me.”
#wooooh it’s been a WHILE hasn’t it?#I’ve still been here lurking don’t you worry#anyway they’ve taken over my brain#hazbin hotel fanart#lucifer morningstar#my art#hazbin hotel#radioapple#digital art#alastor hazbin hotel#digital drawing#duckiedeer#alastor x lucifer#hazbin lucifer
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it’s them
#i can’t get these guys out of my head they’ve completely taken over#yangvik#the dawn of yangchen#chronicles of the avatar#yangchen x kavik#avatar yangchen#kavik
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Fanart for Mindcrank’s Dog of War! Binged it Soooo hard and I’m fully obsesseddddddddddddddddd go read it on ao3 now and forever amen
#dog of war#human domestication guide#hdg#my art#mindcrank#it’s soooooo goooodddddddd it’s so well written and the way it progresses UGH#AND THE REVEALS… THE DRAMATIC IRONY MAKES MEE EGGEHRHRHRHJDJDKMCJIVHFJDMSKMCMCD#frankly I’m not very confident in my colouring skills but I’m quite proud of the lineart for this one <3#tried to incorporate Princessess’ ‘’glazed over’’ eyes#or rather just show that they’ve been taken over by Camilla’s core. lol
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normal and regular thoughts in average amounts
#this one’s for you pant-eater#legit they’ve taken over my brain 24/7 thanks to you. it’s unreal#wallace and gromit#w&g#chicken run#willard tweedy#no id#giddly’s art#wallace’s hands are so much fun to draw and pose and i love that i can see myself in his iconic t-rex arms#my adhd arms tend to be one t-rex and one arm swinging down but close enough lawl#apple pie and cheese#wallace x willard#aardman
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Better pics of the boys now that they’re all cut out and have their magnets :D
Sprite designs by @mcnotok
#UTDR#UTMV#The fridge is already overrun with undertale magnets so they’ve taken over my radiator#Who will save my radiator from their evil plans?? (slowly starts stitching the stars)#I can’t get over Cross’s lil angry face it makes me so happy
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i am a simple man. i wake up. i think about bronte and fintan holding hands. i explode into a million pieces.
#i NEED you guys to understand that when i say ‘i’m always thinking about them’ and ‘they’ve taken over my brain’ i am not exaggerating#it’s a mental illness and i need help!!!#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#fintan pyren#councillor bronte#fintante#crescentpost
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introducing… evan(s)
#evan rosier#lily evans#evan(s)#they’ve taken over my entire brain#i won’t shut up about them ever#so ofc they got the natalia charlie treatment those r my parents#invisible museum
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