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#i need 2 draw stuff of this au
randomartist-1 · 26 days
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doai alr had a chokehold on me. why must the sitcom au have a chokehold on me as well.
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redmarqar · 4 days
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a few rock au... things! im kinda planning to draw them more someday so stay tuned
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wildflowercryptid · 8 months
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i'm about to pass out at my desk, but have this stupid ass doodle i did before i go sleep.
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north-noire · 3 months
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the father-daughter of all time based on this tweet and I had to just draw it with these two
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alena-draws · 6 months
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Little snippet from a vashwood reincarnation comic that I do not have nearly fully fleshed out in my head with written down text that would surely be 50+ pages and which I will probably get to draw never aaaah
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rabbitindemun · 1 month
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Bill wearing heels I'm begging you.
i'm just letting this over here there ya' got
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WATCHOUT, he has heels on.. and guns, but details-
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laugtherhyena · 4 months
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May make more designs for this thing idk
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tales-of-green-hill · 1 month
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Jet and Wave!!
Jet is as pretty charismatic guy and a lot of people around the school like him. People think he's so cool!! But he's also an idiot. He and Sonic have an odd dynamic where they're not exactly rivals but not really friends either. Jet thinks Sonic is cool and thinks they're friends. Jet gets under Sonic's skin a LOT, and Sonic is like "Ugh, he's so cool >:/"
Wave is ambiverted, and she'd usually rather have the company of her own thoughts and work over most people, but she can be social. She's the head of the robotics club, so Tails and her interact. Tails is the only middle schooler in the club, so Wave is more interested in how capable Tails is for his age (and she's surprised knowing he's actually younger than she thought! 11 instead of 13)
(There's a strong chance I might actually retcon all of this for story reasons, but if I do, they'll be pretty important to the end of the story, but only for an arc)
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neptunesailing · 11 months
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mayoi (enstars x hnk au)
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#nep draws things#ensemble stars#enstars#sketch#mayoi ayase#enstars x hnk au#hnk au#ouoououououu i am soooo proud of the mayo on the right hjhjrhgrghrhgrhghgrghrhg he is so !!#showed this to a friend before i posted and they said his hair would taste like frozen grapes and i had to break it to them that it'd break#their teeth JHDHJFHJSDHJFHJSHJFSJD anywayy i might redraw the aira one.. he needs some attention too ^_^ sorry i only design for hii.ai /#alkaloid but THEY ARE MY FAVS........ by this logic i should be drawing more sw.itch but . i just . *waves hands* alkaloid !!! alkaloid so#special to me.. anyway tatsumi has another job other than patrolling with mayo which is why mayo has the winter uni and tatsun has the norm#i was maybe thinking tatsun would be a healer like rutile is..? nothing is set in stone (pun intended) for now ahha but tatsun can still#fight jsut fine!! hes more of a watcher for mayo. mayo fights more since his hardness lvl is much higher than tatsun's. during the spring a#stuff tho i think mayo kinda hides around? still not sure.. youd probably see him around tho in the shadows (ala canon i guess) and i guess#thats how hiiro and aira get to know mayo outside of patrols.. OH the reason why mayo is on winter patrol is because he gets too nervous#working with other gems and he kept messing up and hiding away whenever he did mess up so :((( yeah he usually fights by himself OH I SHOUL#EXPLAIN WHY HE CAN SPLIT INTO 2 its because of the spinel law something somethign rotated at 180 degrees at some axis but ANYWAY his hair#is longer in his singular form but you can see in his split form his hair is cut differently than how we normally see mayo's hair- and also#theyre mirrored!! their braids are on different sides and the side w/o the braid is shorter!! and the moles are on opposite sides too heheh#holy shit i wrote so much in the tags..... anyway THANK YOU SOS SO MUCH TEA FOR REMINDING ME OF THE HNK AU AGAIN AND ENABLING ME TO GO#INSANE OVER THIS AU AGAIN UR AMAZINGGGG <333333
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maxphilippa · 11 months
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Blue Eyes AU sketches I made because I finished the fic in 4 hours and it has destroyed me mentally /pos
Blue Eyes AU from @lettermanjack !!!
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tomee--bear · 2 years
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druidshollow · 5 months
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"what would your character be like without their trauma?" is such a hard question for me because it makes me feel like a massive asshole LMAO
(im attaching a picture of a tundra literally to add context to my ramble in the tags because my posts are structured by a sane person) (you should read the ramble in the tags i talk so much about rivers fsr)
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#like. rivers would probably just purpose funky things for the hell of it and study lizards and stuff#i think environmentalism would matter to him since he was created long before the great equalizer when there was like. actually a view#have you guys ever looked at a tundra for real theyre so pretty. i think the colours would be funkier though#purples and blues along with the reds and oranges i think but id have to draw it tio be sure its not ugly#anyways. rivers would probably be interested in nature conservation especially since the ancients destroyed the world-#but the iterators construction obviously had a massive part in that so hed feel ownership#him and glass wouldve got along VERY well in this circumstance since that matters a lot to her (specifically animal conservation though)#but at the same time glass doesnt exist without rivers trauma right. she cant exist if flowers isnt in his life because he Literally built#her (glass) just to be mean to rivers#doomed for real#i....... want them to be friends in the walky au. my massive block is trying to think of some reason nights Needs to leave his can because#he wouldnt if not required. and glass just wouldnt leave him. in no circumstance would they willingly separate from eachothers company#theyd ALSO need to be really fast because the only opportunity nights would get to get out is when odyssey goes to him to help her build#the weapon she needs to kill dune. (odyssey has the gift. the twins dont know anyone else who does((other than phrases obvsly)))#this happens a considerable amount of time after phrases and rivers escape. they have like. a month's time on them#odysseys like “if you guys are for real about leaving do NOT go straight south. dont. dont. dont. youre like 2 feet tall you WILL die”#nights is like “DEAR GOD SERIAL KILLERS??????” and glass is like “wtf youre only like a foot taller than us”#anyways i think glass and rivers would get along and rivers has a positive arc here right and realizes hes wrong and hes glad he didnt.#kill the twins. yeah its good you didnt do that dude#i jsut really really think theyd get along if rivers had the chance to associate her with anything but flowers horrid treatment of him#because in the normal story all he sees when he sees her is flowers. and like flowers could the twins can tap into his work and see his#files and logs and such whenever they wanted. they didnt do this very often- glass really never looked at rivers work unless she was told t#but rivers was just made SO paranoid by flowers abuse that thinking of being watched makes him feel sick and horrible#and his whole thing is trying to find a way to feel less horrible right so thats (part of) why he decides to get rid of them#hm. if rivers wassnt traumatized hed like nature and creatures. anyways#oc posting#look to the tags for the oc posting
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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months
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Boy King Seb :D
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#thank you to Grace for the idea of making his chivarly collar red bull instead <33333#he was gonna have both collars but then making that one made me suffer so no not today#this was a lot of fun but also made me suffer. but i keep looking at it and being like AAAHHHHH BABY!!! BABY BOY!!!!!!!#can you believe i tried to do this in one night? i cant#i stopped and came back to it and was like 'no way you could do this in one sitting at 1 am'#this is kinda the ascended form of that very first sketch i made for this au! concentrated boy king sebby!!!#i say to myself i need to take a break from drawing complicated things but youll prob see a nando version of this in less than a week ;;;#okay about the drawing(i wrote good tags and then tumblr deleted them so these are a bit inferior AGH):#this is typical pouty seb but is also referenced off a specific pic from AD 2009(beloved)#its very important to me how emotionally open Seb is. im not sure the specific context of this. maybe after a triumph?#but instead of being that typical stoic serious detached kind of ruler; i like him being openly emotional(think AD 2010)#its important as well for his dichotomy with nando and how they choose to portray themselves#seb is very assured in himself and his rule vs. nando who is more insecure and bitter about his#so nando takes strides to portray himself in that more stoic calculating way bcs he feels like it helps him legitimize himself better#whereas seb has absolutely no care for outward public image and shows how he feels and is loved for it(nando hates it but loves it)#not that nando cant be fun and whimsical!! but to me he always seems a bit more mysterious; like i can never tell his true thoughts tbh#anyways i feel like ill finish 10 more drawings before i end up posting the lore pt 2 LMAO#its just a lot harder to organize and layout compared to part 1 which was just an explanation#pt2 would be a mix of more world building/characterization/anecdotes ive talked about with mutuals(LOVE YOU GUYS!!!)#i have a *lot* of ideas (gotta whip out my notes app every once in a while to write down stuff abt it) just hard to put into a coherent pos#sebastian vettel#f1#formula 1#f1 art#formula 1 art#f1 fanart#formula 1 fanart#catie.art.#*ill prob make a process post later if anyone is curious!! its fun to write abt my process and influences and such#boy king au
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deathwords334 · 5 days
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Post Good Dogma Drabble (But not really?)
(There's like 1k written here so...)
Finally, the Metatron had stopped walking.  The newly anointed Supreme Archangel made an abrupt stop behind him, thankfully not bumping into him.  Until then, Aziraphale hadn’t realized that he had been ignoring the angelic being.  Naturally, his thoughts were elsewhere, something he had to try and control in the near future.  Lucky for him, however, it didn’t seem like his boss noticed his absent mindedness.  Instead, the Metatron was motioning to an all too familiar figure that was now standing beside them.  “I have assigned Azrael to be your assistant from now on.  I’m sure you two have a lot in common.”
“Certainly, sir.”  The angel answered cooly.  Likewise, Aziraphale nodded in agreement.
Content, the Metatron started walking again, leaving the two behind.  “Very good.  Well, guess I’ll leave you to get comfortable.  Azrael, report back to me if any changes are needed.”
He nodded.  “Yes, sir.”
“…”  Aziraphale watched as their boss slowly disappeared into the white void that was the offices.  It almost felt like he was going slower than normal just to draw out the pain.  The boredom of watching the Metatron forced the blonde to direct his focus back to his new assistant.  Azrael, the Archangel of Death.  Indeed, the two had met before.  Several times, actually.  The last time the two spoke was soon after a big mishap that involved two banished angels and the descendant of one Son of God.  The two barely spoke in comparison to Crowley, but in an odd way, he felt like he understood the being a little more.  Once their boss was but a speck in the distance, Aziraphale breathed a shaky sigh of relief.  “My.  This is surreal.  It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“It has, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale.”
“Oh dear.”  Aziraphale laughed nervously.  Azrael was as cold as always.  “That title doesn’t sound right, coming from you.”
“Mm…”  The sound trailed a sigh.  The archangel’s lips were pressed together.  Aziraphale knew that look.
“What?”
“Best I don’t say.”
But Aziraphale shook his head, motioning with his hands for emphasis.  “Oh no, please.  If we’re going to be working together, I hope we’d be able to speak our mind.”
“It’s not a luxury I can afford, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale.”
He pouted a little.  That did nothing.  “Fine.”  He chose to ignore the archangel’s suppressed snort, and instead crossed his arms in defiance.  “Well, you’re an angel.”
“Not sure about that.”  Azrael murmured under his breath.
“Your title is Archangel.  Honesty is part of the job.”
Azrael looked his boss up and down, his blank expression not giving himself away.  But Aziraphale knew better.  He could feel the surprise: the archangel was calculating his response.  “You’re requesting something.”
“What was it you wanted to say?  Tell me the truth.”
A pause.  “It won’t be to your liking.”
“Please.”
Another pause.  Finally, a sigh.  Aziraphale had won.  “… The title doesn’t suit you.”
“Pardon?”
“You shouldn’t be here.  Your place is on Earth.  I don’t know how I can even deal with-  Mmmph.”  He forced his lips together tight, his body wrenching as a result.  The being shook his head and averted his gaze.
Aziraphale smiled sadly.  “… You’ve been holding back, haven’t you.”  Such a poor angel.
“You know what I am.  My proverbial leash is short.”  Azrael inhaled sharply.  He was thinking again, and his gaze grew cold.  How odd, Aziraphale noted to himself.  If you paid close attention, one could still see hints of emotion behind that dead man’s face.  Azrael turned back towards his new boss, resolute.  “I’m the Metatron’s lapdog.”
In response, the angel offered a smile and took his hands.  Initially, Azrael was startled by this, but didn’t back away.  “But now you’re my second in command.”
He shook his head.  “An empty title.  All I’m needed for is to blow the horn at the end of days.” 
“I can make things better.  Give you and the other death angels the respect you deserve.”  Aziraphale drew closer.  He could feel his chest growing tighter, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.  He had lost the one being in the universe that he knew he could trust.  Even someone as well intentioned but naive as Muriel would’ve been appreciated behind enemy lines.  But finally, he had someone.  An ally.  Potentially… 
“Thank you for the thought....”  Azrael slid his hands out of Aziraphale’s grip.  The Supreme Archangel deflating a little.  If Azrael didn’t know better, it almost looked like the blonde was going to cry.  He wished he could comfort him, but this was not the place.  Instead, Azrael motioned towards an empty desk.  “Is your workspace to your liking?”
He looked over the bare, white space.  “Oh.  Well, it’s rather… empty.”
“I’ll bring paperwork later.  There’s a lot of it, I promise.”
He chuckled.  “You misunderstand.  I was thinking maybe we could add something to… give it character.”
“Human objects are not allowed in Heaven.”
“But Heaven can make… stuff.  We always did.”
Azrael nodded.  “I will retrieve a phone for you later.  I’ll need you to fill out a form.”
“I meant like a plant.  Or a book.”
“… Heaven no longer makes those.  It’s considered impractical.  Reserved for where souls reside.”
“Ah.  Of course.”  Aziraphale sighed.
“… I’ll leave you to get comfortable.”
“Oh that’s not necessary.  You can stay a while longer.”
“I’m afraid I have errands to run.”  Before Aziraphale could respond, something caught his eye.  Azrael was tapping his pen; it was erratic, suppressing a strong kinetic energy.  He was holding himself back again.  After everything he and Crowley had been through, he recognized what the archangel was trying to do.
“Yes.  I suppose you do.”  Aziraphale’s answer was slow, but pointed.  Their eyes met for maybe a little too long, but he made sure that no one observing would think it odd.  And he ended it all with a little, knowing smile.
Azrael pressed his lips together and nodded gently.  The message was received.  “You know where my department is.  Until we get you a phone, you can find me there.”  He turned on his heel.  “Till then.  Goodbye, Supreme Archangel.”
And with that, he was gone.  Guess that confirmed that the Metatron was in fact stretching out his departure.  Or maybe Azrael was just in a rush.  Surely being an angel of death was a busy role.  But deep down, Aziraphale had hoped that maybe Azrael could’ve stuck around a while longer.  He sighed.  He really was alone now.  Alone in the clouds… 
Crowley… If only he was here.
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zeldacd · 9 months
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The princess of power 🔺
I read twice through this fancomic recently you can read here at @alternate-triforce. I really like her design. fluffy red hair is my favorite thing ever.
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good-wine-and-cheese · 2 months
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Star Trek AU thoughts percolating.....thinking about Tenma in next generation and how he would feel about the Borg. On the one hand: this is the next stage of evolution to him. Bio-machine entities that evolve by assimilating new species into their collective consciousness? Forever improving? He would be obsessed
But on the other hand: collective consciousness. I do not think he would be willing to sacrifice his individual self even if it meant becoming a "higher being"
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