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myebi · 3 months
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heading back home 🍻
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wasyago · 2 months
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Can you draw that snail? You know the one who got out of Grian's power and started to eat Gem's lighthouse?
little guy <3
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alternatively: big guy.
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courtmartialme · 6 months
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redraws of the poster of The Lobster for my 03 AU where roy ends up crossing the gate to our world with the brothers, gets involved with a different riza, gets painfully aware of what he could have had if his head wasn't too far up his own ass, and gets punched in the face at some point
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alexxuun · 14 days
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More Trigun DnD AU!
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mugichansunflower · 1 month
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Still going feral at this Mithrun, more people should draw him like this, I need to draw him like this when I have time......
I love how people keep giving him stuff to stays hydrated, my poor withered boy...
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bacchuschucklefuck · 4 days
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while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best
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mxrtified777 · 2 months
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lazy painting. babygirl you have way too much hair
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milezperprower · 3 months
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they're all rising up against rosalyn, but pomni's asking the real questions here.
also sorry if the motion blur is a bit much, i tried
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saewokhrisz · 8 months
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take your place in the stage of your mind
a performance for only you to see
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myebi · 4 months
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messy party VS elegant soiree, which one will you be? ✨ see you next year!!
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sophiasrant · 10 months
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I am shaking with the need for a fic where Damian is forced to go on a field trip with his class to Wayne Enterprises
Field trip to Stark Industries style
Like he goes and his brother is the CEO and there’s a conference call and Bruce is on the phone and is like “how’s my wonderful son”
Tim likes to single Damian out to embarrass him but if anyone gives Damian any shit, Tim goes CEO on his ass
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theghostkingisdead · 1 month
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dpxdc - Neglected Child AU
As one of his first acts as Ghost King, Danny basically created ghost CPS. Mostly they help new spirits come to terms with the fact that they're dead, but situations like Danny's are a lot more common than the Observants had lead him to believe. People who come back from the dead or are exposed to large quantities of unstable ectoplasm often lead sad, short second lives. Either because they are unable to obtain the nutrients their new forms require, or because their communities turn against them in fear. This is a story about Jason Todd.
There was a lot Jazz loved about her job. She loved helping young ghosts find acceptance. She loved matching cases with foster Fraids. She loved meeting new people. She loved the rare excuse to travel dimensions. But some days, Jazz was intimately reminded of why this program was formed in the first place.
Knock, knock, knock.
Jazz looked up from her laptop. “Come in!”
Apple – the ghost of a dryad whose tree was chopped down two summers ago – poked her head in.
“Uh, Lady- I mean, Ms. Phan-, no,” Apple took a shuddering breath. Jazz smiled encouragingly. The girl had only been working here for a season, and already she was making excellent progress. “Ms. Jasmine, there’s a city spirit here to see you, uh, on behalf of a uh, potential client.”
“Thank you, Apple, you can send them in.” Jazz said.
Apple flushed green, closing the door with a sigh. Jazz guessed she had about two minutes before the impromptu meeting began. She used the time to sweep some papers off her desk and into a drawer. It had been some time since she’d had a walk-in like this. Jazz had a strict open doors policy when it came to her office, despite the technical fact that her door was often closed; it was just easier to focus that way! She had no idea why most ghosts preferred to submit claims by mail, really it was much better for them to speak with an officer in person.
Thirty years ago, Jazz would’ve had trouble describing the spirit that walked through the doors. Fifty years ago, even looking at it would’ve been painful. But Jasmine Duchess Phantom had been living in the Infinite Realms for almost eighty years now, and liminal senses reached out subconsciously, cataloging scents and colors that her mortal mind would have balked at.
The shape of a steel-colored skeleton peered out at her from a billowing cloud of grey smoke, which curled around its feet and seeped across the floor. Jazz tasted gunmetal and sugar, smelled stale urine and burned bread, felt desperation-fear-hunger-love crash violently against her. Like a cliff to a wave, Jazz stood her ground, letting herself be tested. This spirit was old and afraid; when it spoke, it spoke in a million overlapping voices.
“My apologies for barging in unannounced, Your Grace. I come before you with an issue of great import. One I have reason to believe our King may have a personal interest in.”
Jazz nodded, “My doors are always open, City Spirit. I’m always happy to help. But before I hear your petition, may I know who I am addressing?”
The skeleton did not move that she could see, but Jazz heard windchimes like chittering laughter.
“I am Gotham, Your Grace. My apologies for my rudeness. I have little reason to travel these days and am unaccustomed to necessary introductions.”
Jazz nodded, committing the name and its taste to memory. “No need to apologize, Gotham. Your situation is not unique amongst your kind. Have a seat,” Jazz gestured at the plush couch across from her desk. “What troubles you so, to bring you so far from home?”
There was more windchime tittering, and Jazz wondered if the spirit was laughing or just readjusting itself on a plane she could not see. A nervous tick, perhaps? Maybe she could send Apple for something to make Gotham feel more at ease. Bullet casings or chocolate chip cookies would be equally soothing to this entity, Jazz guessed.
Gotham folded into itself, form blurring slightly before reforming on the couch, leaned forward with elbows on knees. “Many years ago, a mortal man pledged himself to my service. I accepted him as a City Guard, my mortal Champion. This man has many children who have likewise pledged themselves to my protection.”
Jazz smothered the urge to interrupt. She loathed the idea of child Guards; the fact that this City Spirit was here now asking for help meant that this instance had gone just as well as it usually did.
Unaware of her internal judgement, Gotham continued. “The second child died and revived some seven years ago, I…” This time, the rattling sound emanating from Gotham shook the room with the force of a thunderclap. “You have to understand, I don’t claim kids as champions, so technically he was never even under my protection. And when he came back, he ran! I don’t have power outside the city, you know, so even if, well, it’s not like there was anything I could have done differently,”
Jazz was aware that she was frowning. She could only guess what her aura felt like to Gotham, whose smoky aura was rapidly thickening. A bird puffing itself up to look bigger. A cheap trick. If Jazz were in a more compassionate mood, she might have felt embarrassed at such a juvenile display from a spirit decades older than herself.
“You neglected a child, or-” she cut off Gotham before it could protest, “allowed a child to be neglected. For seven years. What changed? Why petition him now and not then?”
Gotham chittered, “Well, you see, he came back to me just over a year ago, retook his pledge and everything. And, well, things were rough, I thought the fraid was just readjusting itself, but, er-”
“Tell me.”
“Well, the problem is I don’t exactly know what the boy is anymore, but he’s more ghostly than not, and his fraid’s fully human. If this infighting between my Guards goes on for any longer, it’ll tear me apart. I figured The King might want to step in, considering this boy might be a halfa, maybe he could help him and the fraid get back to normal.”
Jazz grinned. “Rest assured, Gotham, The Crown will indeed be taking special interest in your case.” Words dripped from her lips, caustic even to her own ears. “Now, why don’t you go outside and give Apple the rest of the details. I have some visits to make.”
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ohno-the-sun · 6 months
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GITM doodles except this time they’re playing DnD
Wonderful au by @venomous-qwille
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koutone · 26 days
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Ngl i'm still living for that Thiefshipping vampire AU
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me too... have vamp baku being a little shit again
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Psych (2006) au where it has nothing to do with the plot of the show but in college Shawn played in a dnd group and he bought weighted dice and he just lies about it to all of his friends and the players and they believe him because god dammit he’s just so good at lying.
Shawn didn’t even go to college but he snuck into the campus dnd group because Gus was the DM and Gus is the only one who knows that he’s cheating, but his character is really well written and because of his rolls the campaign is really productive so he just lets it happen.
But at the beginning of every session he goes “Shawn you need to stop using weighted die, it’s not ethical dnd playing and you’re going to get caught and everyone’s going to be really mad at you” and Shawn goes “okay but it’s really funny though, isn’t it?” And Gus just sighs and then they make out or something.
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flowerbloom-arts · 21 days
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Guess who finished Dungeon Meshi and who their favorite character is.
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