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charlotterenaissance · 2 years

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i tell ya, i love making those theme collage collections for the mermaids. i'm gonna make slasher-themed collages for each of them. i'm gonna make color-themed collages. pokemon-themed. disney princess-themed. my favorie show-themed. my top five favorite movies-themed. i'm never gonna stop

#not even kidding i love making theme colloages #so darn much #h2o just add water #collage

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edorazzi · 20 days

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Page 8 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Plagg doesn't quite get the awestruck reception he was looking for. Adrien got a very sanitized retelling! 🫢

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#miraculous ladybug #mentor au #felix sphinx #adrien agreste #plagg #josie's art #plagg will always remember felix as the most bitter; disagreeable miraculous holder who also swore in his face UwU #adrien was so much sweeter when they met! :/#plagg this is your own darned fault; you just knocked felix off a ladder and concussed the poor child #uncle richard is like the ONE person felix has ever met in a sensible and casual way with no screaming

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foggysilverfeathers · 2 months

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Oops, sorry! Just a completely innocent snail crossing your dash on its way to do some mischief

#ravenrambles #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #pixel art #foggy art #artists on tumblr #snail #I love this darn snail so much #silly snails art

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canisalbus · 9 months

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lmao i remember when i sent an ask asking about machete and vasco’s first kiss and now we have all these science experiments trying to figure out how they actually Do That and if they even can. nature is cruel and homophobic 😔

The power of team effort.

#yeah I think I remember that ask sorry I never got around to answering it #I have a little comic in progress about the first kiss scenario actually but it's got a number of pages #and I don't know when I'll manage to get it finished I'm so very slow at comic making they take so much time gosh darn it #answered #anonymous #own art #own characters #Vasco #Machete #sketches #wip

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screwpinecaprice · 1 month

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@glowweek Day 5 FAMILY | FRIENDS

Peridot and specially Lapis do not trust the racoons.

Specifically chose this angle so I don't draw feet. _(:,3」∠)_

Mi own connverse kids Ebony and Rohini are there! And technically Sakura and Zachary. (Please until now I don't know what else to name them. 😭)

And sorry the older Maheswarans aren't there. I don't know where to put them and I already had character overload. 😞

Hibiscus print on Bismuth's shirt is from ManMadeOfGold!

Speaking of shirt, another thing I avoided was thinking of their outfit designs. 😅 It's somewhere a little over a decade of timeskip since SU:Future and I'm sure at least one or two would've reformed during the time. So I'm gonna say they wanted to keep the vibe of a casual outdoors picnic-type event so they wore the casual themes.

#Still ..Honestly got lost on what to do with Bismuth and Pearl's forms. First tried to give the button up shirt she had in Bismuth casual #but it didn't look casual enough.... So I made it into a Hawaiian shirt. 😅#I ACTUALLY ended up Googling 'Mom casual summer outfit' lol and grabbed the first I saw as base..... I still managed to kinda make it #look... eh. But I already spent so much time on her. Sorry Pearl. 😞#I mean. In contrast I gave Garnet the super simple white shirt and loose pants. But like... She already looked so darn good imo. So I #just left it at that before I ruined it.#connverse #connverse week #glowweek #Bismuth SU #Ebony OC #Lapis Lazuli SU #Peridot SU #Garnet SU #Connie Maheswaran #Pearl SU #Amethyst SU #Greg Universe #Steven Quartz Universe #Rohini OC #Lion SU #Yeah. I'm late and the last two will most likely be super late as in around past the GlowWeek week. 😅#..... Guys..... I just realized ... There should be the rest of Greg's body visible. RIPPppp sorry I'm not going back to fix anything. 😭😭#Possible backstory of Lapis and Peri and raccoon:#https://www.tumblr.com/screwpinecaprice/141991576032/i-just-thought-it-would-be-really-funny-because-i #connverse kids #Gold TL

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mytardisisparked · 1 year

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Look, all I’m saying is that they really just don’t make movies like National Treasure anymore. Like this movie is about two dudes in a van who beat a team of highly trained criminals to stealing a valuable document from a high-security museum, by sheer accident get an antiques expert to come along with them to keep the document safe, get involved in several major chase scenes, escape the FBI twice, find a massive treasure, get someone else arrested for their crimes, and then give the treasure back to museums before yeeting out to do it all over again in the sequel. No one was doing it like them. And the thing is, by all accounts, this plot is ridiculous and the dialogue is ridiculous but it works unbelievably well because the writers and actors committed to the bit. This movie is campy and absurd and it’s also one of the most fun and quotable movies of my early childhood because the creators embraced the camp and did it with such a sincerity that it’s a goshdarn delight to watch. Top all of that off with a soundtrack that went WAY harder than it really needed to, excellent atmosphere throughout the whole film, and visuals that were darn near perfect and National Treasure becomes a classic. I’ve been chasing the high I got the first time I watched it my whole life. What a movie.

#I'm super normal about National Treasure #when I was a kid I loved it so much that I memorized the whole first movie and most of the second and I can still quote most of it today #its a comfort movie but in the way that I get an adrenaline rush every time I watch it #And like Book of Secrets was pretty darn good too #and so far I don't mind the TV series it's not bad #but that first movie #cinema peaked for me then I'm not remotely kidding #I have loved no movie as much as National Treasure #National Treasure #National Treasure Book of Secrets #Ben Gates #Riley Poole #Abigail Chase

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awkward-finger-guns · 9 months

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ppl saying oppenheimer is military propaganda literally missed the point of the movie or maybe just didnt watch the same movie i did idk

ppl saying barbie is anti men literally missed the point of the entire movie (and are also literally just factually wrong??!?!?) or maybe just didnt watch the same movie i did idk

#oppenheimer #barbie #barbenheimer #both wrre so gosh darn good #only negative reviews r just factually incorrect #so silly #i loved them both so much

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cj-the-random-artist · 1 year

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I don’t know how I managed to do this in a day. Like. I think I pumped this out on pure adrenaline

But again. If ur at the caption ya probably say the PSA spoiler wall that says that this comic contains spoilers for the Limited Life SMP finale. Well and I’m tagging this as spoilers so it’d be evident anyways lol. So I won’t write my spiel about go watch the end of Limited Life and I’ll just say oh my god what a finale it was absolutely epic. I loved every moment of it.

But yeah. I sketched this out as one of those “ahh silly goofy doodly sketchy sketchbook comics when I’m spewing a thought into my sketchbook” and then. My impulsiveness (there’s a pun there. Is it intentional? That’s for you to decide) won in the end and this exists now. It’s not the best quality of anything I’ve ever made but gosh darnit it was so much fun to make. So so much fun.

But yeah. Limited Life was absolutely amazing from start to finish and every POV was awesome (but if ya can’t tell team TIES is gonna live in my head rent free for a while lol)

That said. Enjoy this silly little mini comic I made and have a good day :D

#limited life spoilers #limited life smp spoilers #limited life smp #limited life smp fanart #impulsesv #impulsesv fanart #skizzleman #skizzleman fanart #tango tek #tango tek fanart #ethoslab #ethoslab fanart #team ties #team ties fanart #i think making this gave my brain more seratonin than its had in a long long time cuz im shaking pretty hard as i write this lmao #this was unreasonably fun to make. why was this unreasonably fun to make #i dont make comics very often but gosh darn this was so much fun #also. martyn so deserves that win. like the twist of him just going off #like. that was absolutely epic. that whole finale was absolutely epic #but yea enjoy this comic that i literally speedran in two days. why was this such an adrenaline rush lol #also i made those spoiler walls for instagram and theyre not fantastic but i worked too hard on them to not put them here too #(and not maintagging martyn's tag cuz he's here for all of a panel. ya know how it be)

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adrift-in-thyme · 18 days

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I worked on the fic as promised and…it got out of hand. So instead of a snippet I’ll just give you guys the whole thing XD Thank you all for providing that extra nudge I needed to finish it!

Though there’s nothing too descriptive here, there are brief mentions of blood, injury, and captivity. So be careful and take care of yourselves <3

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There is another fae in their group.

Hyrule has sensed it since he joined this little band of heroes. Fairy magic is soft, gentle, easy to miss when it is not in concentrated amounts. But there is a strength to it, an unbreakable force that little else possesses.

While the dark arts are vicious, like a javelin through the heart, fairy magic is soothing and unshatterable. Dependable and comforting.

There are many different magical signatures amongst the men and boys who share his name. Some torn apart and melded back together into something stronger. Others as mighty as a gale force wind, or as swift and discerning as a rabbit, as decisive and resilient as a barricade. Still others as fierce as a soaring hawk, as vicious and protective as the wolves that prowl the forest, as crafty and quick as the mischievous foxes that sometimes play around Hyrule’s feet.

Hyrule keeps his eye on them all as they travel, discovering who they are, watching their tells, learning the ways their faces portray their emotions even when they attempt to cloak them. And he wonders who amongst them is a brother in more ways than shared spirit. Who among them flits on a pair of silken wings.

He wonders until the day Time breaks.

Their journey is a long, arduous one, treacherous and laden with pitfalls. It’s only natural that it would take its toll. Still, Time holds out impressively. Even while he studies him with the other heroes, Hyrule never sees that mask of his slip, never sees a chink in the armor he wears.

At least, not for the first three months of traveling together.

But then, one day, there is an accident. A simple slip up born of exhaustion. During a battle with a group of black-blooded beasts in Twilight’s Hyrule, Warriors doesn’t see a monster lunging for him. Not until it’s too late.

And when he crumples into a limp, bloodied heap, Time’s mask shatters.

He doesn’t manage to piece it back together for the rest of the day. Not when he carries Warriors back to camp. Not when he lays the captain down on his bed mat and helps Hyrule tend to him. Not even when Warriors comes to, groggy and sore but very much alive and very much himself.

The captain teases him about being over protective. Time’s answering smile is a hollow one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

The injury had been a severe one, Hyrule won’t deny that — perhaps, more so than any of them have endured thus far. But Time seems to take it the hardest of any of them. And Hyrule can’t help wondering if maybe, just maybe there is something more behind his behavior.

Could it be that Time has been feeling the overwhelming nature of this quest the same as the rest of them, caving beneath its weight but unwilling to show it?

So, during dinner that night when Time sets aside his untouched food and slips silently away, Hyrule trails after him.

He goes a short way into the surrounding forest, footsteps soft, ears pricked for any sound of disturbance. Then, he stops, casts a quick glance around him…and disappears.

Hyrule peeks out from the cover of a nearby bush, eyes wide as he stares at the place where the old man had stood. For a long moment, he remains motionless, thoughts whirring, trying to decipher what has just happened.

Hero of Hyrule or not, people don’t simply dissipate like the morning mist. Though, with Time’s seemingly endless collection of masks, he supposes something of the sort is possible. Still…

Hyrule frowns.

There is something else here, hovering in the damp night air. A familiar magic that now drifts lazily over to him in delicate wisps.

Hyrule straightens. His brows dip further.

He knows what Time’s magic looks like, smells like, feels like. It is difficult to ignore, after all, tangled and tortured as it is. Such power is meant to flow freely. But Time’s has been grasped in hands that are not his own, grasped and mangled, suffocated, stretched to its breaking point and further, morphed into something completely unlike what it must have been at the start.

It is nauseating to behold at times. Right now, however, right now Hyrule can’t bring himself to look away. Because threaded in between the heartbreak and pain are gentle strands of the faintest blue fae magic.

The traveler steps forward. His eyes travel over the trail Time’s power has left behind, leading all the way up into the highest branches of a nearby oak. If he squints, he can make out a tiny dot among the lush leaves, shimmering emerald.

His lips part in a silent “oh.” He dares to take another step forward, then another and another, wings issuing from his back as he goes, body shrinking until it too can soar up to the haven of foliage.

Time doesn’t startle when he lands quietly on the branch. He remains sitting where he is, legs hanging over the edge into the open air, wings wafting gracefully back and forth. Hyrule stares at them, almost taken aback by their beauty.

He should have expected it, he supposes. Every fairy’s pride is their wings, after all. But Time’s unforgiving plates of armor, his dull gray tunic and obsidian trousers, the glowing marks of crimson and navy blue adorning his face – they provide such a severe air. Strength, dedication to duty, and unyielding courage are what they convey.

His wings, however, they speak of softer things, fragile things held close and treasured.

They are long, sweeping along the height of Time’s body in flowing curves like those of a butterfly. Their translucent surface is colored a deep emerald and adorned with veins of pale pink. They remind Hyrule of the vibrancy of the forest after a long, hard storm; of the look of leaves when the emerging sun caresses their dewy surfaces.

He walks closer, almost enraptured by this sight. Perhaps, he should turn away from something so vulnerable. That is likely the polite thing to do. But he has traveled far beyond politeness now, mesmerized as he is by this discovery.

And when Time says, “Hello, Hyrule,” there is nothing in his tone to communicate that this is an invasion of his privacy. On the contrary, he sounds calm, unbothered. He pats the spot beside him and slowly, Hyrule settles down upon it. Their wings nearly touch.

“So, it’s you,” he says, awkward and awestruck.

A small smile quirks the old man’s lips. His gaze remains trained on the heroes gathered far, far below them. Their laughter and chatter float up to them in bubbles of murmured joy.

“Yes, it’s me,” he says, mildly, as though this meeting is no shock. As though he has been expecting it for a long while.

Silence settles for a moment as Hyrule scrambles for what else to say.

“How?” Is all he can come up with.

Time chuckles. Hyrule is certain the sound is lighter than usual.

“I’m not sure.” He cocks his head, bangs falling aside so Hyrule can see his markings. “I have theories, of course, but I have no way to prove any of them. And those who might have been able to explain are long gone.”

His voice is good-natured enough but the words carry a weight that Hyrule can feel in his soul. He ducks his head.

“I’m sorry.”

Time shrugs. “Their fates were not your doing. There is no need for you to ache for them. Or for me.” He turns now, a smile brightening his face once more. “What about you, Hyrule? What is the nature of your transformation? Were you born with it?”

“Oh, it’s just a spell,” Hyrule replies, quickly. “Though, I’ve wondered if I was born with fae blood in me. I don’t think it would’ve worked otherwise.”

Time hums, thoughtfully. He is quiet for a moment, once more staring down at their comrades.

“I wondered why I felt the presence of one of my brethren amongst the group. But it wasn’t my place to pry. Besides, I assumed it was only a matter of time before I discovered who it was. Secrets don’t stay concealed for long in a group such as ours.” He grins. “It seems you found me first, however.”

Hyrule laughs. “It sure seems that way.”

“That isn’t why you followed me though, is it?” The old man’s gaze is sharp and discerning as he pins Hyrule with it. The traveler fights not to sink into himself beneath it.

“No.” His voice is a bit smaller than he wants it to be, embarrassment sneaking into it against his will. “It isn’t.”

Time nods and looks away again. Stance relaxed, expression guarded, he waits. Hyrule swallows, gathers his courage, and continues.

“I saw how upset you were about Wars.”

Time flinches almost imperceptibly. The walls that had gone relatively low rise again so far Hyrule is taken aback by it. Yet, he plows on anyway.

If anything, Time’s reaction validates his decision further.

“And…I saw how you tried to hide it, too. And I wanted to make sure you were okay. Because you don’t, old man, you don’t have to hide what you feel.” His gaze travels to those magnificent wings again, grander than his own, yet so similar. “Or what you are.”

“It’s dangerous,” Time murmurs. “You know that, traveler.”

Perhaps, he is talking solely about feelings and the open expression of them. But Hyrule sees a bottle anyway, brimming with desperate magic, translucent sides smeared with blood and tears, it’s top shut so tightly the air has grown thin.

“Not with us,” he says, firm despite the dizzying rush of fear the memories bring. “Not with me.”

He scoots closer. His shoulder bumps against Time’s, their wings brush. Time’s next exhale catches at the end.

To anyone else such proximity would be touching enough, a display of closeness between two brothers in arms and spirit. But Hyrule knows that to fae it means even more than that.

Wings are not only the pride of the fairy people. They are also their greatest power — and their very life. To allow someone else to touch your wings so freely is a show of trust as momentous as when Time had shown them his ocarina. Not the one embued with sacred magic and given to him by Lullaby. No, the one that is even more precious to him that even that one. The one Sariah had given him so very, very, (very, very, Hyrule adds for good measure) long ago.

The stiffness that had seeped into Time’s posture eases slightly. Hyrule feels a smile stretch across his face.

The two of them grow silent, allowing the symphony of night creatures to fill the space between them. Hyrule swings his legs, back and forth, back and forth, listening to the crickets and owls singing in time with the laughter of his brothers. Time still looks down upon them.

Watching over them, Hyrule realizes with a sudden burst of warmth.

Their leader can seem cold sometimes, distant. Little had he known the depths of his love for the heroes with whom he shared a spirit of courage.

There is much, he thinks in wonder, that he doesn’t know about the old man.

Beside him, Time sighs and exhaustion permeates it. “You all aren’t going to give up on me, are you?”

Hyrule sends him a grin. “Nope. We’re not gonna stop until we know all your secrets. All of them. And we’ll know because you’re comfortable enough with us enough to share them, because we’ve earned your trust enough to be gifted them.”

Emotion burns in Time’s eye when he turns to the traveler. His face is more vulnerable than Hyrule has ever seen it before — even when Warriors fell.

“My trust isn’t easy to earn.”

“And Hyrule isn’t easy to save.”

Time holds his gaze for a long moment. Then, he smiles. It is small, almost shy, but Hyrule knows it is a gift. The first of many, if he’s lucky.

“Well, then, I suppose you’re amply prepared for such a challenge.”

Hyrule leans in closer, pride welling within him when Time returns the gesture, and his grin grows.

Yeah. He thinks, watching with wide eyes as fairy dust floats around them. I am.

We all are.

#trin writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse fic #lu time #lu hyrule #angst #but also a hearty helping of #fluff #fairy time au #hehe that’s a tag now #I had so much fun with this #I never write time and hyrule as a duo #which is a shame cause I love their dynamic #so I loved getting a chance to do it here #also #it’s always a joy getting one of the boys to support time #he needs comfort too darn it and he’s gonna get it whether he likes it or not

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