#wonder in the stars au

[thebnha-auhoard]

I had The other three mods choose two each!

Mod Kiwi asked for Tanuki Leaves and Violet Clouds Sako!(Soon to be posted!) and There will be no Flowers Shinomori!

Mod Anterior wanted Wonder in the Stars Katsuki and Samahadi Izuku!!

Mod Boreal requested Build a Villain Chisaki and 21 For All Ochako

[milkcioccolato]

Jedi Master Maul faces the greatest obstacle of his existence: being tiny

[eggdrawsthings]

parasol

[anxiousapplepie]

not saying @storyboard-sketch delightful crossover fic gave me a shot of energy that restored my faith and ability to draw. but also.. not not saying that XD For real tho, drawing my current comfort character as a vampire is hilariously good medicine for a weary soul <3

[iknowicanbutwhy]

accidentally posted non-birthday art on the birthday day so i made up for it by busting out the colors (COUGH monochrome COUGH) and the background. Happy birthday to the fellas!!

[chowadoe]

😮💥!?

[kuro-is-doodlin]

Siffrin's finally getting therapy.

So, with that... Meet Liam! Oth Siffrin's therapist!

[l-ii-zz]

Roatrip AU arrives! ✨

[annasofthe11thdimension]

This is 100% vibes.

Really COOL vibes, but like...totally just vibes. I mean, there ARE thoughts in this, however asking me to articulate those thoughts would be like asking a fruit bat to write out a essay explaining the calculus they do by instinct to fly. Would be REAL incoherent is my point!

So instead of an explanation, here's another version I did in color!

Begining to get a feel for what colours work, at least to my tastes, i think!

[demaparbat-hp]

How does that first encounter go down between them in your Spitfire AU? I imagine some real conflicting emotions on all sides!

I would love to hear you ramble!! ❤️

*cracks knuckles* Alright, let's do this.

As far as the world is concerned, Lu Ten II doesn't exist and the Royal Bloodline ends with Princess Azula. The little kid that follows Prince Zuko everywhere? That's Ten Ten, an orphaned stowaway his Crew found and adopted for some weird reason no-one ever questions—the kid is just that lovable.

(It helps, honestly, that Lu Ten II is a carbon-copy of poor, forgotten Ursa. No one would ever think to connect him with Fire Lord Ozai, long may he reign.)

Little Ten Ten loves to run off when the Crew is on shore leave. He gets into trouble sometimes, but only because of his chronic inability to look away from people who need help (it makes Zuzu both so proud and so shouty-because-he's-worried. It's fun until it isn't).

By now the Crew knows not to panic when the kid goes missing for a couple of hours in a harbor town—which is why no one noticed Ten Ten's disappearance until it was too late.

"Could someone please explain to me," what starts as a mutter becomes a shout as anxiety takes over Sokka, "why on earth did we go into town to buy necessary, highly specific supplies, and returned—not only with a stolen waterbending scroll—stolen! From pirates, Katara!—but with a Fire Nation-looking KID?!"

While Ten Ten is having the time of his life goofing with Aang, out-sassing why-is-this-happening-to-me Sokka, and melting Katara's heart—Zuko is losing his mind, sanity, and temper because how on Agni's name do you lose a Prince of your nation?

But, sir, he's like three-feet-tall—

HOW, JEE?!

Needless to say, the pirates kidnap the pretty waterbending thief and her kid with the sharp tongue and fancy-looking clothes. Which turns out to be a Bad Idea™ because, well, a skinny guy from the watertribes and his way-too-young-to-be-bald companion? They can absolutely deal with them.

A Crew's worth of murderous Fire Nation soldiers lead by the unforgiving, terrifying, bloodthirsty Prince?

They are not ready for that.

[startagainaprologue]

i have an illness that means. i. cant stop drawing this stupid creature goodbye forever

[thebnha-auhoard]

Izuku: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Katsuki: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Todoroki : Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Katsuki: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

[meatcatt]

"Stitching the tears closed before anyone can see them..." Inspired by @basilpaste's Isa loop PMV! (I'm so normal about ghost and pals)

[tealgoat]

Honk snuuuuuu mimimimi

[yuesya]

There are children running in the streets. Laughing, free and carefree, and the sound of their joy is a balm to Gunther’s ears.

Gunther straightens, a motion that’s accompanied by the sound of a popping joint in his back. Ah, these old bones of his are starting to become rather creaky, it seems. But the pain of his body is negligible in comparison to the lightness in his heart –this sort of brightness that floods his chest, at the sight of the happiness that they’ve managed to build for themselves here…

… under the protection of their young god.

From the moment that Lord Decarabian had accepted Gunther and his clan into her territory, everything changed. No longer were Gunther and his kinsmen forced to flee endlessly across the lands, escaping from one danger to the next as they struggled for survival. Here, they were finally able to rest, beneath the protection of a young god who was sympathetic to their plight.

A young, powerful god who was sympathetic to their suffering. Or at the very least… even if she was not sympathetic, she at least had not turned them away, when they’d bordered on the verge of extinction.

Word spread. Gunther and his clan were the first to arrive upon these lands, but they were not the last. Lord Decarabian rarely showed herself, but the corpses of monsters that attempted to trespass upon her lands were left to bleed out upon the ground in open warning, making her presence felt and heard in a way that few other gods benevolent towards humanity in these parts could match.

And for human tribes that had already experienced far too much suffering at the hands of the beasts that roamed these lands, the sanctuary that Lord Decarabian offered was a true haven.

There were no restrictions that Lord Decarabian placed upon them. No particular rules, no demands for any sacrifices or offerings, and anyone who wished to was permitted to leave.

Was it any surprise, then, that the number of Lord Decarabian’s people continued to grow? That those who enjoyed the god’s protection would decide to devote themselves to Lord Decarabian entirely of their own will?

Gunther had been here from the very beginning, when Lord Decarabian’s lands had consisted of little more than empty fields and barren trees. Under the efforts of the growing population, houses were raised from the ground, fields were cultivated, and…

And Gunther still remembers the early days, when everyone had worked tirelessly to build a new home together. New changes were constantly being made to the landscape, to the point where it was unrecognizable from what it had been when Gunther initially arrived–

There had been a single moment, when Gunther had looked up into the overhanging branches of a nearby tree. For no particular reason, really, merely a casual glance –and he’d seen her. Their young god, white-haired and pale-skinned, standing on the branches and hidden among the foliage… expressionlessly watching the humans bustle around below.

At this, Gunther had experienced a sharp jolt of fear. Lord Decarabian had said that humans were permitted to remain on her lands, but… had she given them permission to change these lands?

Then Gunther had blinked, and Lord Decarabian was gone. Nothing remained in the place where the young god had stood, save for the soft whistle of a stray breeze that filled in the resulting emptiness that came from the loss of her presence.

And in the following days, there was nothing that indicated any signs of displeasure from their god. Humans were permitted to continue building as they pleased, and a few days later, one of the scouts reported finding the corpse of a winged tiger in the grove to the north. A man-eating winged tiger, as Gunther and the others later find out from a new set of arrivals who’d lost a good number of kinsmen to the beast.

“May the Great Hunter watch over us all,” one of them murmurs fervently, kneeling in the dirt and touching their forehead to the ground. Lord Decarabian does not reveal themselves often, but there is no doubt that they are present. In every whisper of the passing wind, and in the blessing of every gust that sweeps through the air, felling any beast that dares to encroach upon her lands.

Lord Decarabian is not a warm, personable god. Not like the God of Fruits who is always full of smiles for her followers, nor the God of Fallen Leaves who always speaks in a gentle cadence.

Yet, there is no doubt in Gunther’s mind that the God of Storms who is the watchful guardian of these lands cares for the humans who seek shelter from her.

And with this, there is truly little else that one could ever need to ask for.

[son1c]

a scene from my fanfic: roller coaster escape!!!!