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cokoweee · 3 months
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Once again weak to backgrounds 😢 and to writing stories. And consistency
The same start as before just a lil more before it
Receive the gift..||>
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odettocrayola · 27 days
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i may draw rhese properly soon.... but au idea maaybe... Who fw them
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driftingballoons · 5 months
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They are bonding :)
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kitsunemakina · 2 months
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"Happy birthday to MARI, the beloved older sister who sticks the group together!
We put our money together to get MARI a lovely Lily of the Valley hair clip! It fits her perfectly with her dyed hair, doesn't it?
She also made us cookies! Even though we were supposed to BE the ones bringing her birthday cakes, hehe, since we really don't have a cook around anymore...
Things must've been so hard for you in college, yet you keep making an effort to take care of us. Take it easy now, MARI. Today is your day after all!"
- BASIL
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sarukahparullah · 4 months
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BEHOLD
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waokevale · 1 year
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Art trade with @furiouspatience
"The nutcracker AU where the nutcracker doesn't really want to return to their human form, and where Winona as Clara really just wants to find her missing sister"
Oh and some shadow carrats. Maxwell got turned into one as well and is currently being hit in the face.
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Danger noodle
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snowlyx · 4 months
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Help my ADHD is taking over-
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I’ve gone to far……but the adhd want mooorrreee
uh anyways happy late Christmas.
I may turn this into a full on comic. If anyone wants that. Uh anyways first time drawing Eclipse and Tikal. Updated Tails.
As I’ve said before, the Cratchit family will be a found family. Tails was in an accident and it stuck one of his tails to his leg. They don’t want to go as far as amputation but it is at risk of infection.
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flamerunn3r · 3 months
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collab with @mustdie (their lines my colour)
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kai-sillyman · 4 months
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blood warning ‼️
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theres not enough vampire ghetsis, so allow me to contribute. he bites <3
in ghetsis's defense, how would you feel, a scary vampire lord with quite a reputation- who just woke up from a 3-4 month nap, if someone broke into your spooky castle. how rude of you colress
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fated-furret · 3 months
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Where would Mika be without being Eebied?
Mika sat in his room, staring at his reflection in his laptop's unlit screen. He'd give up anything to be somewhere else, someone else, but...
1 new message - 2:02 AM.
Why were they texting him now?
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everythingispossum · 2 years
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Stupid II AU thing Idea:
The hosts switch bodies
Mephone4 -> Toilet
Toilet -> Mepad
Mepad -> Mephone4
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flovey-dovey · 1 year
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Thinking about an AU where there’s a big(ger) forest around Twilight Town and everybody knows you can’t just go in there when it’s dusk out but one reason or another has Roxas venturing in there anyway. Quickly in, quickly out, that’s what he told himself, hurrying a little faster with every step.
But uh-oh, his trip is cut short when he hears it-- the booming footsteps of the monster that lurked there. Reportedly, it snatched up anybody who’d get lost and leaving them as naught but empty, mindless husks by the following dawn.
Roxas doesn’t want to see it, though vice-versa was preferable, so he books it outta there back to Twilight Town’s gate (which was hopefully still open). As he runs, stupidly, he glances over his shoulder. The forest is a blur, his heart and the approaching monster pounding in his ears, and he doesn’t see the large knotted tree root fast enough.
The ground met him like a punch to the gut and he ultimately landed on his back. He cried out as the mat of thorns he lands on embedded itself in his skin through his clothes. Staring up at the darkening amber sky through the needle-thin leaves of the pines mournfully looming over him, his breath dies in his throat even as his lungs burn for air.
The forest was starkly quiet. Had he imagined it? Was his mind playing tricks? But not even the birds sang, and the crickets and cicadas had all but abandoned their little concerts in the undergrowth.
He swallowed, the tension so heavy it weighed on Roxas like a mountain.
Very, very slowly, he turned his head.
To his left sat an ominous gathering of trees...
To his right was--
-- Roxas’ blood ran cold.
It was there.
The Twilight Thorn was there.
Huge and white and covered in zippers, it knelt just across the way in the middle of the grove, it’s featureless head craned in an awkward stare directly at him. Even kneeling, it was nearly as gargantuan as the pines. A long blue scarf hung behind it from its neck, completely still in the windless evening.
Nothing about it was anatomically correct, and on the slim chance Roxas returned home alive he felt sure that no description he could give of it would do it any justice.
Roxas swallowed, his thoughts racing, his throat and mouth dry. He knew in his bones that running was useless. It could catch up with him in a single bound, for as short as its legs looked they were still significantly longer than his. Its hands-- when he risked the act of looking away from its, uh, “face”, which bore an unusual symbol that resembled an upside-down heart-- looked more like crab claws than hands, and he lay just barely beyond its reach.
His mind pictured against his will what it’d be like to be grabbed like it was nothing, chopped in two, pulled apart or ripped to shreds or crushed like a bug--
W h a t   i s   y o u r   n a m e ,   s i r e   ?
Wha--
Roxas’ mind was abuzz with something akin to white noise as the words filled his thoughts as if they were his own.
Roxas blinked, mouth agape. Ignoring the “sire” part for the moment, he temporarily forgot himself, wondering when his senses returned if he should answer at all. Nothing was making sense. His gaze darted around in search of the town’s gate but couldn’t find it from his current perspective. Delaying the inevitable seemed pointless, and maybe he’d only be hurrying it by saying anything, but...
“Ro--... Roxas...”
The word was barely a sound at all. A resonant tone filled the air, almost like a hum, and it made goosebumps race up Roxas’ spine. His fingers were numb and he felt dangerously close to passing out. Should he still try to run...? He doubted he could even lift a finger...
The Twilight Thorn tilted its head to the other side, heedless of the way it should’ve snapped its neck in the process and continued its long, hard stare. Roxas had no idea how much time had passed, only sure that he only let himself blink once and his eyes were starting to burn, and that he had just about stopped breathing altogether.
It was so quiet that only the pain from the thorns in his back and arms as well as the sky’s steady shift from amber to maroon told him any of it was actually happening.
Roxas’ heart lurched in its cage when it moved. Abruptly, smoothly, with uncanny fluidity, as if it were flying-- but less like a bird and more like a sock in the wind--
-- And left.
Gone.
Without a trace.
Without a sound, save the flapping of its scarf and extremities.
Roxas waited a solid minute-- too flabbergasted to move any sooner anyhow-- before, faster than his body could manage painlessly, mad a mad dash back to town, his pulse blaring in his ears, lungs burning from the effort, and keeping his steps high and making sure never to look back.
His last fleeting thought as the gate heaved closed behind him before locking up for the evening was that he had absolutely no idea what possessed him to leave town in the first place.
That night in bed, Roxas let out a long and shuddering breath and clasped a hand over his heart, which was still hammering away, determined as anything to keep him from sleep.
He didn’t even want to look in the general direction of the forest for as long as he lived.
...
The next day, Roxas could hardly focus on anything except the most likely entirely useless wall that kept everyone in the solid safety of its embrace, and the giant myth-monster that (more or less) killed anyone that had had the displeasure of meeting it but hadn’t so much as hurt a hair on his head... Not to mention the “conversation” he’d had with the said monster...
“Sire”... The word echoed vaguely in his mind, though he couldn’t remember what it sounded like, if he’d actually heard that it at all. He was freaked out. It was possible.
Roxas’ eyes fell from the middle-distance to the sketchbook in his lap, a crudely-drawn giant of a knight with strange proportions taking up a modest amount of space on the page.
One mystery after another, it seemed...
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... Anyway. Yeah. More at 11 I guess maybe. I dunno. A lot of whimsy is at work here. If this gets 1 note then I might be inclined.
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eve-akemi · 1 year
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I just had a brainrot idea Fuyumi backstory angst, but I can't draw it yet, until I finish the sketches of another au.
But please hear me out.
(TW: Abusive/manipluative Rei, Endeavor.., unhealthy coping mechanisms)
Fuyumi has a bit of an identity crisis when Touya is gone. If he's just dead, then all the pain everyone around him trying to help, or being affected by his pain (her, natsu, mom, probably shoto too) was for nothing. All the pain and trouble he went through. Was for nothing. So she tries to apply for UA herself, so that in a way, it was like he is still going there himself (possibly twinning older siblings au).
And everything goes flawlessly! She should have passed. And after she doesn't get accepted in, she can't.. accept it. So she goes to ask a teacher or something why she didn't get accepted. And they tell her one of her parents was just concerned for her safety.
Of course her father would do such a thing- because only Shoto is worthy of being a hero. Eneraged, confused, and heartbroken, she says nothing. For three months into the new schoolyear, she barely even looks at him, until he finally pulls her aside and won't let her leave the room until he gets it out of her what's been bothering her. And she snaps.
Screaming and crying at him about the whole situation, but start to finish, Endeavor is just as confused as when he pulled her in the room, if not even more lost. Until it finally dawns on her that he really doesn't know what she's talking about. And didn't even know she applied.
But her mother did.
And that just hurts so much more. Because she didn't even have the gall to say it to her face. Once. She's about to leave, and she's stopped again, because Endeavor wants answers now.
Why she really applied, what she was hoping for, if she even wants to be a hero.. she owes at least this to him, for giving him shit over something he had no prior knowledge of. And when she's finished, he finally tells her that he doesn't care if she wants to go, or not. She's proved herself more than capable, and he shouldn't stop her regardless of how he feels (yes, this is guilt over Touya because he couldn't save him, yadda yadda). But if she does go. He wants her to go as herself, and not her older brother. And suggest doing a little more soul searching before making a decision right away.
Fuyumi doesn't end up going to UA anyway, and she doesn't tell either of her brothers about this. Natsu is really attached to mom, even though he can't see her as often, and Shoto feels guilty, but she knows he really loves her still too.
But even though she doesn't really like Endeavor, and sometimes gets scared of him, she's starting to respect him. It doesn't make up for her having call his agency for help dragging him inside at night when he's drunk, doesn't make up for the times he's snapped and yelled at Natsu over small things, or the times he's completely demonlished sections of the house he's usually in in the middle of night. It's better than nothing. And she'll take it.
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quitedisastrous · 2 years
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sketching out a pmv thing. its for the warriors au thing i started writing. warning for a bit of blood and violence!
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warning for child poisoning below
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she isn't dead though dw!! just. seriously ill
i still have like,, 20 frames left to sketch iirc? at least 20 for sure
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olivinecabocone14 · 2 years
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Clara being sus
Clara: what’s Cherryland?...
Lydia: Clara have you ever been to an amusement park before!?
Clara: ....uh..no? 
Lydia: WHAT KIND OF PARENTS DON’T TAKE THEIR KIDS TO AN AMUSEMENT PART AT LEAST ONCE!?
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