pov: you are a small bird and your padawan-brothers are not helpful
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now that I’ve gotten to the point in the story where I can post these, here’s some masquerade designs I did for my radioapple fic, devils don’t fly
I spent a collective 9 hours on these so everyone has to look at them now
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She nails the “super cool and supportive mom who everyone loves to hang out with” look
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I don't normally make "political" art like this, but after recent events I felt I had to say something
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OKAY here are the rest of the poms! I had Applin for Epel, of course, and then a couple of people suggested Pancham for him too, which is inspired. (Vil also makes it wear a fancy little outfit that it hates. Applin gets out of it by virtue of being a literal apple.)
then Decidueye and Furfrou for Rook! the hardest part there was figuring out which Furfrou cut to use -- I tried to justify Debutante because I wanted the hat, but no, it had to be La Reine. it's the one he would do.
also bonus first-year Vil and Rook:
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“Good morning, Commander.”
Cody looks up to see that General Jinn is awake and has somehow procured a cup of caf at this absurd hour. He stands there with his long hair unbraided and hanging down his shoulder and back. Whisps of steam rise from the lip of his mug and dissolve into the lightening sky.
“Sir,” Cody greets.
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” General Kenobi hisses through the tent walls behind him.
“Xanatos,” General Jinn says sternly, “Leave him be.”
The tent shakes and Cody is forced out of the way by the regal unfolding of Knight Crion’s long body. The man tosses his thick, black hair over his shoulder and straightens his matching tabards. He sniffs and thumbs discreetly at his lip, where a smear of blood has appeared since Cody first saw him.
General Jinn’s brow flattens. The General himself keeps it that way by throwing back the tent flap and shoving Knight Crion forward with two hands in the center of his back. Knight Crion staggers a step and a half forwards.
The General seethes at him when Crion whips around with dawn’s early light glinting in his eyes.
“O’Ben,” General Jinn drawls. “Leave it.”
If the General were biologically capable of growling, he would be. Cody hunts for his boots faster.
“O’Ben, I said to leave it. Xana, he’s younger. Be gentle.”
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Part of an AU where Obi-Wan grows up with his whole lineage present and suffers through them during the clone wars.
Full fic here: burn your draft card, we’re going to hell
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Oh yeah also I got suuuuuper sick of drawing the project seeds patches on Vash’s jacket over and over again so I made some transparent images to just paste over my art in the future, if anyone wants them for their own shortcuts.
One of them is just the lineart with full transparency, the other is filled in with white.
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Self indulgent moments brought to you by matt :>
Monster high au but edd is still coping with the fact he’s not human anymore and everyone else is showing him how cool being a monster is
Matt and Edd are the only direct 1 to 1 but they’re the only ones that take up similar roles to monster high hehe :>
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