#Dream backstory

[coffeily]

Dream Deaus Lo Vult.

Tw : SFW, Dream backstory, Dream headcanon, Dreamdesign, implied religion

Notes : do you guys like the old design or the new one, let me know! Next, Techno design

(can someone gimmie a headcanon for Techno?? I lack techno headcanon).

Notes : ill colours it later. Just not now (im lazy :D) . Also ,its not his full his backstory :p.

Backstory :

Dream Deus Lo Vult is a demon who was banished to the church. He was placed in a small basket against a rainstorm that was coming in front of a church. One of the nuns took the initiative to adopt and raise Dream in the church. But, after opening the blanket covering Dream's body. They thought about throwing Dream. What the nuns saw was Dream's horn which looked like a demon but stopped when they saw a piece of paper that said 'Deus lo vult' they decided to take care of Dream. They believe that Dream is a child of God entrusted by God to take care of them. ( even so, in the future Exdii will be interested in the figure of Dream. Dream will be his favorite follower.)

(The original story is that Dream's mother is disgusted with Dream's physique. She gave birth to a child from the devil. Honestly, Dream is an illegitimate child. Her original mother intended to kill her but couldn't do it. So her mother dumped Dream in front of the church hoping the church would take care of Dream. He gave a piece of paper with Dream as a name. And another one was 'deus lo vult'. Dream's mother only liked that line from a book she read).

Dream grows into a demon who has strong faith in God. Dream is a religious demon, Dream is also afraid of his mother, so he always obeys his mother no matter what. His mother always taught him to always do good. His mother will be very angry if he is doing bad things. Dream hates to make his mother sad or angry. (it suck, i wanna remake!)

#SFW #Dream backstory #Dream headcanon #Dreamdesign #implied religion #tanaka's art #tanaka's idea

[theminecraftbee]

today i am thinking about the entire mayor of hypixel skyblock incident with technoblade because i still like to imagine, since it happened during one of the big dsmp story gaps, that he was like "oh i'm going to head off for a bit phil don't worry about it" and phil's like "bye mate" and ranboo is like "i wonder what he's doing. probably intense training or something. he's so cool."

meanwhile techno is yelling at an entirely unruly crowd about anarchy and being made mayor while beating up like, it was a weird giant slime if i remember right? and he has a whole "bond of rivals" moment with squidkid, like, they have this whole "there's no one i could trust to have my back more... than you... my most favored enemy" thing going on in that video it's SO funny.

all of this with the world's most absurd numbers outputs because hypixel skyblock is an endgame mmo. just COMICAL levels of firepower. like, everyone is an end-of-series shonen character. this place is like the naruto world was after it had jumped the shark a bit and there was a moon goddess attacking. about like that.

and then he's like. my work here is done. thanks for electing me mayor. i don't see this is contradictory to my anarchy at all btw it's like, a symbolic thing, on account of me beating up the old dictator mayor. and just dips again, presumably to be forever seen as a weird potato-themed legend around those parts.

i like to imagine he gets home and phil is like "hi mate" and techno's like "sorry i had things to handle at home" and ranboo is imagining like, WILD battles and what technoblade's home must even be like. and whatever he's imagining doesn't really compare to "technoblade's home is an end-game mmo no wonder he constantly assumes he's weak here he can only do earlygame levels of damage, forever".

and technoblade, being technoblade, says nothing about being mayor of hypixel now, until like, after the finale or something when squidkid just sort of swings by to ask how they're all doing after that nuke thing, huh. and everyone loses their shit.

and this is one of my favorite stupid technoblade headcanons thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#dream smp #technoblade #i was ABOUT to apologize for the abrupt techno mood and then i went NO ACTUALLY ILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TECHNOBLADE #anyway. i fucking love taking hypixel as technoblade's backstory #no not for angst reasons although i respect everyone who does it for angst reasons #but for the sheer COMEDY FACTOR of 'guy who has been living in an endgame mmo being placed in a normal game'

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

#this was what I dreamed about last night and I’m sad I woke up #if I do write that demon story (though I’m thinking more about it—I don’t really want to tie it in with religion #but like how else would I be able to have a demon set up? so maybe I’ll change the ideas a little bit. or I could just never give backstory #on anything and it won’t be a problem lmao) I’m definitely going to include this #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump idea #whump cw #whump inspo #whump inspiration #whump concept #demon whumper #villain whumper #pet whump #pet whumpee #whump dream #writing prompts #writing prompt

[foolsocracy]

momentos

#giving u guys some more phil sam backstory slowly but surely #c!sam #c!phil #and i guess #c!techno #c!ponk #awesamponk #as well #awesamdude #technoblade #philza #ponk #my art #art #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #i really am just living in my own world

[one-time-i-dreamt]

"Texas"

There was this guy who had a flashback to his backstory, and it was literally just that he did something incorrectly as a kid and as punishment, his peers shouted “Texas” at him. All throughout the flashback and the normal thing, “Texas” was used as the highest insult.

#dream #flashback #backstory #texas

[videogamelover99]

Bill Cipher angst at 2AM??? Also plz read Flat Dreams

#gravity falls #bill cipher #flat dreams #gravity falls art #my art #fan art #vee's art #liam cipher #pengychan #flat minds #bill in this fic is a narcissistic little shit but also he has so much internalized self-loathing #bill gets a tragic backstory but its like. good #he's still an absolutely terrible person #not to me though. he did nothing wrong #its been SEVEN YEARS and this triangle is STILL living in my head rent free #who's excited for the Book of Bill

[dragonroilz]

meet the female spy. she came from Spain, highly recommended to Mr. Maxis and told that she would be a worthy member of the team. an incredibly learned individual, the spy speaks every major language in Europe, along with several others. she can attribute this to her childhood escapades.

the spy was a problem child, unable to stay with one foster family for more than a month. not because of any sort of issues at home, but rather because of a wanderlust that she could not satiate from simply staying in once place. her attempts to avoid being brought back into the foster care system caused her to become secretive and hidden, finding herself in unsavoury places all across europe and the british isles that required her to do work that was not always within the law. her skills were later recognized by Team Fortress and brought onto the team in which the mercenaries are a part of.

despite her haute tastes in fashion, the spy is generally courteous to the other members of her team but is not hesitant to put certain mercenaries like the scout in their place. she values individuals who are able to complete their tasks with accuracy and efficiency. the mercenaries meet that bar with flying colours.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 femspy #my art #she is not scouts mom in this #theres some other spice in her backstory that will be revealed to you in a dream #that dream will be soon

[moksutinn]

#am i gonna tag this #guess we're tagging this #game grumps #arin hanson #dan avidan #what a way to start this year #drawing #backstory to this was just me thinking about dream daddy lmao and thinking “what if I peek what GG are into these days” #sighs i'm not a furry but #i just love these designs #in other news i don't know what to draw lol

[a-little-artsy]

hey gang sorry for being late to the club

anyway I read TSS

Im

Okay

HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE IN THE SUIT AJSJAKWNKDJSJEF

sorry if writing looks wonky i tried using lasso tool heartbreaking emoji,,,

#art #dog man #dav pilkey #the scarlet shredder #IM SOSKKAEJKSAKEJ #the book was actuslly rlly good ^_^ #THE CKCC CAST WAS IN THERE FOT LIKE 2 PAGES BUT ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT #sorry guys im so normal #anyway #i liked reading it ^_^ #petey's dreams felt random but at the same time YAY BACKSTORY #But then i read little jim's part so #AKEJWLWOSIS SOBS

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Why is Dream uh...like....all this? (Gestures to all of Dream while covering eyes)

First image: 3 months old Second image: 3 years old Third image: 7 years old Eight/Ninth image: 9 years old Tenth image: 9 years old

Dying tree guardian: i need to give you two bodies, don't i…? Random people: "Oh, my grandmother is sick, can't we get some apples for her?" "Apple!" "Dream, we need more apples." "Don't be stingy, you can grow more." "My daughter is dying! I need apples to cure her!" "I need an apple for good luck!" Dream, 7: you fell out of the tree? Nightmare, 7: yeah, i'm so sorry for being clumsy. Dream, 7: ok

Prophecy Dream: i hope you've found peace. Prophecy Dream: i love you. Prophecy Nightmare: I DON'T.

Villager: oh, please take these cloaks! i made them for you and your brother, since you've had your current ones for so long! Dream, 9: oh. Villager: do you like the matching buttons? the sun represents- Dream, 9: i know what the sun represents. thank you Mrs. Henway. Villager: oh, just call me Rebecca! i know i have grandkids, but that title does make me feel quite old, dear Dream, 9: sorry Rebecca

#dream sans #nightmare sans #past events #death #blood #manipulation #child abuse #violence #mass murder #fire #nightmares #ironically enough #paranoia #is it really paranoia if you have a nightmare where you're wearing something you don't have and then someone gives you that clothing #i probably won't finish this for a while but at least you half the first half or first third of the apple twin's backstory #queue

[circus-clangen]

I had a dream you guys figured out a piece of lore you weren't supposed to yet and I was STRESSIN

#tbf it's been picked at a bit #but in the dream it was like #yall knew NAMES #BACKSTORIES #yall knew EVERYTHING and I was LOSING IT

[alinelie]

sheet for kian

victor's sheet

#oc: kian micelli #ts4 #I feel the need to bring out some backstory #Kian leaves his house early because he planned to start a career in a big city and he worked hard to make that happen. #He got a position where he may be promoted after getting a degree and achieving his dream job #but he didn't enjoy it as much as he was expecting which broke him #He returned home and soon discovered that he supposed to stay there #Victor however would work in his parents' business for the rest of his life but he found it difficult to adapt to adulthood #He dropped out of college moved out with his parents and is now attempting to figure out his future steps #and they first met at this point #Kian gave himself time to work with his parents all summer before beginning looking for a job #Victor wants to begin a new life. #Before Victor’s family lived there but after several problems that include his brother they left #and now that he’s returned rumors about his family keep being spread so he needs to find a strength #oc stuff #my sims

[sweetandglovelyart]

Knightfall in Dream Land - Page 2

Kirby dresses up as Meta Knight and learns that Meta’s old cape was a gift from Dedede.

#Kirby #Kirby fanart #my art #comic #Metadede #not exactly sure when in the game timeline my comic is set but probably around the time of Return to Dream Land #also the ship isn’t the main focus of the comic it touches more on Meta’s origin and their first meeting but I do ship them lol #and they are a couple in this comic but the comic mostly just covers how Meta Knight arrived on Popstar and how he and Dedede first met #but at this point in my interpretation of the timeline they’re married lol #I’ve seen a lot of people headcanon them as getting married during Kirby Fighters 2 but in my interpretation they get married earlier #in my timeline they started dating around the time of Squeak Squad and they got married around the time of Epic Yarn #and Kirby Fighters 2 is just the two of them celebrating their wedding anniversary lol #not sure when I’ll have the next page of this done but the next one will start getting into Meta’s backstory #Meta Knight #Bandana Dee #Sailor Dee #King Dedede #Knightfall in Dream Land

[ofallthingsnasty]

at home

Pairing: Merman x F!Reader Tags:  teratophilia, breeding, oviposition, age difference (reader is over 30 but merman is… pretty old according to human standards), size difference, reader is implied to be chubby, very soft with bits of condescension Word count: 1.5k Summary: You’re finally ready to start a family with him.

Note: Minors DNI! This is weirdly soft for this blog. Born from a very intense dream I had. Pwp with a lot of feelings… Very soft but ONLY smut. I’m working on some sketches with him, so keep your eyes peeled haha. (Due to work I won’t be able to show you these until next weekend-ish though!) Don’t think too hard about this - it really is just a smutty dream I had. Request are open!

He smells like sun and brine.

You're nestled into the great expanse of his body, clawed, blue-ish hands gripping the fat of your belly while he holds you up, your bare chest exposed to the morning sun. His grip is tight on your waist, the muscles of his arms working while he moves you up and down on his cock, his hips chasing after your cunt with every upward motion. The brisk temperature makes your skin prickle- his soft stomach is the only source of warmth against your back and his rough skin moves in waves against you. He’s slick with water and sweat as he slowly fucks up into you, labored breaths wet and hot against your ear. The feeling is unbearable. Your legs are spread wide, feet moving lifelessly against solid stone as they’re rattled around by his thrusts- although he’s gentle you feel like you’re going to lose your mind at this point. He’s simply too big not to completely wreck you, any preparation be damned. At almost twice your size, he could easily tear you apart. "I can't take it anymore-", you sob, speared on his tapered dick. You mean it.

He has the girth of your closed fist and the length to match. It’s all you can feel in this very moment, the sweet and prickly pain of being stretched to the limit is maddening. 

"You can and you will, little one", he says, his brogue so soft and caring, yet relentless.

He has been nothing but kind so far, stretching you on his fingers before slowly splitting you inch by inch, bit by bit- always a sweet word flowing from his sharp-toothed mouth into your ear, always pausing when you beg him to. But he never stops. Not that you want him to. It’s the sweetest kind of torture - so full of him until it hurts, so lost in the sensation that there is only him, him, him in this very moment. The world could end this exact second and you wouldn’t notice. How many times have you been in this position? Too many to count. It’s so familiar, yet different- now there's a rough determination in his thrusts, in his whole demeanor. He fucks you like a man starved and it makes your brain short-circuit.

"This will be one of my last seasons, sweet thing", he murmurs against the shell of your ear before gently biting down, sending a shiver through your whole body. It’s not like you don’t know that - you’re very much aware that this could be his last shot at having children with you - but the fervor of his words makes you cry out regardless, desperate to receive his eggs this time. He’s old by human standards- at least thrice your age. Physically, you’d say he looks like he's in his late 40s - and he hasn’t aged a day since you met him, roughly ten years ago. But even so, he ages like the rest of earth’s living, breathing creatures. Ever since you started your courtship, he has been nothing but patient. You not only needed time to adjust to your unusual relationship- but to enjoy your freedom. You wanted kids, yes, but not after a year of being together. It had been strange to him, his customs so different from human ones, but he had accepted your decision. Now that his window is closing, he has grown restless - luckily for him, you’re finally ready. “Please-”, you choke on your words when he strokes over your g-spot. “I want your eggs, so bad-” An approving rumble leaves him in response. “Keep talking like that and you’ll carry them in no time, little one.” A kiss is pressed behind your ear and he starts to fuck deeper into you, rattling you in the process. You whine and sob as the pressure builds, the familiar feeling of being so close that it almost feels like you have to pee is almost painful by now. You know he isn’t anywhere near reaching his peak, but having an orgasm is supposed to make this easier for you, according to him.

He's just so big. You feel dwarfed by him, especially when he coils his tail around you, 

shielding the two of you from prying eyes. His hand easily sprawls across your belly, his thick fingers long enough to reach deep into you when he splits you on them. He doesn’t, now - but he presses into the soft skin of your lower stomach, the pressure electrifying and just right and- You finally cum. It rolls over you in one large wave, makes your toes curl around nothing and your head bends into your neck until you can stare up at him. He gently fucks you through it, calloused hands gently massaging your tits as he hums into your hair. “There you go”, he mumbles tenderly. “There, there.” Finally, your full weight is settled into his lap. He’s no longer holding you by the waist, his hands have started to twirl around your shoulders in gentle touches instead. Your orgasm has made you so sensitive that the tip of his cock still sends fluttery sparks through you, even though he’s not moving anymore. It borders on uncomfortable but you’re too spent to complain. “Ready now?”, the fingers on your skin go from gently to heavy as they dig into your skin. You stare up at him for a moment, at his gentle eyes that study you from above. They swim with love and arousal for you, icy cyan pools you could get lost in for all of eternity. A nod is the only thing you can manage in response but it’s enough for him. “Alright”, he smiles before he paws at your waist again, fingers weaving themselves into your soft fat. You’re tipped over just so - body forward and ass pressed  into his lap and he starts to move again, slowly this time. It’s not for pleasure, it’s to stimulate something else entirely- You feel it before he can warn you. Something round and hard, as big as your curled thumb, slowly travels upward. It’s a strange feeling, especially through his skin. He grunts with exertion above you, hands turning into iron around your body, but not for long. It only takes a few more seconds until you can feel a distinctive snap within you, then something hot and wet - and Blue relaxes. A moment of peace, then he ruts upward and you gasp. The egg is nestled against your womb, its gooey shell hard and warm. It pummels its way through your cervix slowly and without mercy and it hurts. It’s encased by slime that sticks to your walls, almost gelatinous in nature, but it doesn’t help with the sheer force needed to pry open your deepest point. “Blue”, you press out through clenched teeth, scared and hurt. His fingers dig into you in response, a try at a reassuring gesture. “Shhh, I know, I know”, his voice is gentle and low as he strokes over your belly, soothing your tears. It does very little for you but you try to breathe through the pain anyway. The first egg takes minutes to finally slip into your womb and you sweat and cry your way through it. Blue shushes you through the process, peppering your slick skin with kisses and encouraging nips - it doesn’t really help, but still you lean into his touches. “No more, please, Blue”, you roll your hips away from him after the first one is inside, a fruitless attempt at getting away from him. His dick is sheathed too deep within you and his hands are like iron around your wrists. He tuts at you- a noise that distinctly reminds you of someone chastising their lap dog. “It’s okay, sweet”, he says, ignoring your squirming. “The second one will go in easier, just bear with me.” As if he’s trying to give his words more weight, he settles deeper into you, so close to your cervix that it sparks sharp pain that makes you clench involuntarily. “It’ll get better. Just wait a little. I promise.”

#terato #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #OC: Blue #I wanna write more terato in the future especially darkfic but inspo hasn't really struck me yet... so let's pray for more dreams lol #tw.monsterfucking #tw.breeding #tw.oviposition #i hope the formatting isn't fcked #oh btw i had to delete a lot of backstory bc this is just a pwp #so if have more questions/want me to write more send me an ask!! #love ya *kith kith*

[orcelito]

i've seen ppl talking about Meryl & how little we know about her family, but the geo-plant arc of trigun chapters 10-12 gives us some really useful pieces of info, i think

first, we see her thinking of herself as Cold Blooded, just like the dude that wanted Badwick to kill his own parents

[ID: Meryl stands with her gun drawn and a troubled expression on her face as she thinks to herself, "Exactly as you described him... the cold-blooded type..." In the next panel, she closes her eyes and wonders, "Am I really... any different?" End ID]

at the start of this arc, Milly wrote one of her massive letters to her family, while Meryl mentioned not knowing what she would write to hers. then we see Milly get PISSED at Badwick after she learns he threatened his parents at gunpoint, which leads to this page:

[ID: Meryl, held back by Milly, tells her, "Milly... I envy you... My father would have wanted me to get justifiably angry at a person who points a gun at his parents. That is an important thing." She flashes back to the moment in the chapter before where Milly is attempting to punch the son, Badwick. Milly calls in concern, "Ma'am?" Meryl continues, "But I... I just stood there and took it all in without even budging. I am such a cold person. I chose this path of blood and tears without thinking about the rest of my life. All I can see is what is right in front of me." The page shows the face of the father, dressed in basic battle gear, who is watching silently. Now in tears, Meryl laments, "Why could I not see... that when I closed myself off to him, something was wrong? I..." In the last panel, Milly stares down at Meryl in surprise as Meryl slaps her own cheeks and exclaims, "No... Nevermind!" End ID]

this entire situation is obviously striking something in Meryl's heart. some kind of insecurity she has about her distant relationship with her own parents. she shakes herself out of it, determined to not fall into a funk, and then jumps into defense of the land.

after the battle's over & the father's fallen to his ass, we see these pages:

[ID: In the first page, the father, off screen, tells Meryl and Milly, "There are no words to express how thankful I am for your help." Meryl replies with a smile, "Ah. There's no need." The father goes on to tell her, "Ms. Meryl... I know it was rude of me, but I overheard your conversation earlier. Having raised that rebellious son, I don't know if I have the right thing to say, but... All people are different, but the bonds between parents and children are inseparable. It is a great burden, but also the most precious thing in the world..." In the second page, the father concludes, "... Choose your own path, and walk it with confidence. All of life... is connected. You must live your own life, and your parents will love through you." As he speaks, we see Meryl listening to him with a surprised expression. End ID]

this entire arc feels like a metaphor for Meryl's own situation. after these pages, we see Badwick turning in the deed, then finding out that his parents were entrusting the property to him after all. he's the problem son, someone who separated himself from his parents due to his disagreements with them (likely stemming from his dead younger brother). yet at the end of the day, his parents still love him and entrusted their life's work to him.

Meryl sees all this go down, hears these words, and it touches something in her heart. so we see her go from talking about writing to her family like this in chapter 10:

[ID: A single panel of Meryl with her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face. She tells Milly, "That would be the normal thing to do... especially when I've been away from home for so long. But I don't know what to write beyond 'it's dry'..." End ID]

to this bit at the end of chapter 12:

[ID: Meryl approaches a mailbox with luggage in hand. She slips a letter inside, then sighs with a smile. Milly yells, "Maa'aam! What are you doing?! We're already late!" To which Meryl replies, "Ok! Ok! Ok! I'm coming!" End ID]

the experience was enough for her to accept that she might not be the closest with her parents (or just father? considering she only ever mentions a father in this all), but it's still worth reaching out even if she doesn't have much to say.

this arc is the most we see about Meryl's backstory in the manga, but I think we can draw a few things from it. we have a definite mention of a father, but no others. no mention of siblings or any other family members. she's distant from her father, too busy following her heart & goals, but she doesn't have a bad relationship with him. just Distant. she feels disconnected from him, even Cold, for her focus on her work & the practicalities in front of her. but even with that disconnect, she still cares enough about him to feel guilty when she realizes she's been doing this.

and then considering later, when we see the flashback of a man giving her the gun... i'd assumed that was possibly a senior at her work (probably tristamp giving me that perception, from Roberto), but keeping all the rest of this in mind... it really could have been her father.

i went looking to try to find that part. did not find that one exactly, but i DID find this one from trimax chapter 34:

[ID: A nearly bald man with a kind face and what appear to be shooting ear muffs around his neck tells Meryl, "Consider guns delicate. Women, most of all, should make use of them. One shot will level the playing field between you and a big, strong man." End ID]

if this is indeed her father, it would explain why she knows how to shoot like she does. perhaps her father taught her as she was growing up out of the wish to help her protect herself. maybe they weren't incredibly close, but he still clearly cared about her & wanted what was best for her and her safety. the kind of father that's content to let her do whatever her heart wishes, since her happiness is his happiness.

and then chapter 12 ends with this page:

[ID: A black framed page with a single panel at the center. The panel shows Meryl from behind, running with her luggage in hand. The text boxes to the sides state, "All of life is connected by a river... And the beginning of the river... is now." End ID]

she continues on her own path, not looking back, but she is still connected to the ones in her heart... including her father.

(Manga panels referenced from @trigun-manga-overhaul !)

#speculation nation #trigun #meryl stryfe #fanny's trigun analysis #fanny reads trigun #oh god this got longer than i was planning on it being #also writing IDs is a little hard lol. tried my best tho #but YEAH we really know so little about meryl and her home life. but this really does give us some great context for it #im picking at fucking crumbs here lmfao but they're still pretty solid crumbs #this. is probably what i'm gonna be running under for my own ideas of meryl's backstory #single child raised by a single father. a gunman who taught her how to shoot so she could protect herself #a slightly distant relationship. but not a negative one. #someone she still loves and knows will be there for her should she ever decide to return #someone who wouldnt ever even dream of trying to stifle her. he wants her to follow her dreams. #it's... actually kinda really sweet lol. #meryl #<- for my own tagging purposes lol #long post/

[ohmysheetmetal]

my namesake

#the last one has a funny backstory #i draw lollipop calling saw a “gay zigzag” annually ever since i first started getting into object shows #so thats the 2023 version #my art #bfdi saw #bfb saw #tpot saw #saw tpot #saw bfb #saw bfdi #lollipop bfdi #lollipop bfb #bfb lollipop #bfdi lollipop #bfdi #bfb #tpot #battle for dream island #battle for bfdi #the power of two #i had fun w the different artstyles in these #btw hii im not dead! im still drawing!!