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sheerakk · 7 months
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qcoded · 5 months
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Puppet! Belos design I made :P Been meaning to make it for a while now, and??? honestly I'm 50/50 about this lol
Anyways!!! Since this is technically and AU design, Little context for it :P
Belos, instead of being completely in his monster form, was in a weird mix between that and his human form. In the sense that he didn't look quite human considering the fact he had green horns, and goopy ass limbs.
One of The Collector's star minions managed to find him and turn him into a puppet, but for a plot reason I will figure out LATER, he managed to become sorta like Raine in the sense he's fully conscious and in control of his body.
So he gets sent to The Archive House, and ofc Collector quickly figures out Belos is here. Instead of attempting to gaslight the kid, Belos passes himself off as a 'friendlier' version of himself. And just like he did as Raine, he explained that because of the friendship of magic (or whatever tf he said) allowed him to come to life.
Collector was just happy that Belos was atleast nice to him and willing to be his friends, so now the dude's just dragged around as his personal caretaker 😭
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paper-lilypie · 2 years
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impulse
+bonus!
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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Some fae!Dick freaking the hell out of the court of owls?
The Court of Owls is… disturbed, in one word.
They don’t know where the new talon came from (“not a talon!” Dick will sing-song eventually, “not a bird! Can you guess my name?”) but it is goddamn weird.
It laughs in the handlers’ faces, it slips from the edge of a cliff only to reappear back at their sides a minute later, head cocked the way owls do, inquisitive and predatory.
It’s goddamn weird and they don’t know where it came from. They ask the labs, but the scientists cite ignorance. They think they remember something but their minds are all foggy and weird.
Cameras only manage to capture glimpses of teeth-feathers-bones-eyes before shorting out.
The other talons refuse to get close to the strange talon for no discernible reason. (Dead things have no business existing anywhere near something so utterly alive).
And Dick has fun. He has so much fun. He found the strangers in the cave system beneath Gotham, found their little dead pets and the masks, and felt right at home in the strangeness of it all. An evil strangeness, sure. But it appealed to something inherently wild and other in him that he couldn’t help but play a little.
And it’s fun, but it has to end sooner than later. Bruce will get worried, after all. And Dick doesn’t want his family to worry.
So in the end he leaves again to go back to the manor and Alfred and Bruce, leaving the Court disturbed and almost decimated to nothingness over night.
Hehehe
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awakefor48hours · 1 year
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If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with an animated show full of charismatic and relatable characters, original story lines, great humor, and had the capacity to make millions but was ultimately screwed over by a megacorporation, I'd have enough money to start my own animation company and buy the original IPs and let the stories run to their completion.
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strawberri-draws · 1 year
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Imagine king hasn’t been able to let Eda know Luz & co made it out and she kinda just assumed
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petriorchard · 10 months
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a tribute to the yellow-green duos i became obsessed with at some point in my life
(that’s a lie—i’m still obsessed with all three)
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is it normal for cattle to get lung abscesses
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But yes. It’s normal for an animal to develop if they were aspirated during their infantile stage, such as is true for calves when they contract pneumonia. It’s a condition you will literally never know about until a cow dies suddenly. It cannot be predicted or prevented beyond shrugging and hoping an animal you buy has never had pneumonia.
How about you stop trying to capitalize on a tragedy to push your agenda, you miserable demon.
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ratsketches · 1 year
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Baby Vash sketches done between work (after reading Trigun Maximum yet again)
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pure cat behaviour
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(this is no the gift this is just a silly little thing that was in my head)
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Silly mode is primed and ready to engage
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dragondoodling · 22 days
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lilacthebooklover · 21 days
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3, 9, and 22 from this ask game
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Of course! Thank you for participating! Here, have a piece of writing...
3) That encompasses my style (@acacia-may)
Hmm... My style's developed a lot over the years, and while I haven't had much time to write lately, I do think this little bit of Clamour from a couple months ago works pretty well! It's got the signature Lilac Anaphora, lots of flowery language, an abundance of commas and a little hint of enjambment as a metaphor for mental decline. (Sorry Acacia, I know you aren't in the fandom!! If you like, you can always submit another ask- 3 is just one that I struggled to think of something for :'])
His spiral down into insanity was not a quick process, nor was it without turmoil. It had been torturous, losing himself to the whispers inside of his brain, every thought overcome by that intoxicating need for more. His heart thrummed in his ears with each movement he made, fingers itching with the need to puppeteer once more, his head full of a throbbing, pulsating, incessant craving for control. Hiding it had been easy enough. His friends were long-since accustomed to his eccentricities, so when he began acting a little more oddly than usual, no-one batted an eye. He kept his lips sewn firmly shut and a toothy smile across his face, the chanting in his head growing louder and louder and louder with every lie he told. Maybe if he’d have been a little stronger, he’d have been able to overcome it. Maybe he would have told his friends. Maybe he would have been good enough to give up the power slowly killing him from the inside. Letting go was as inevitable as it was involuntary, in the end. As the floodgates burst, a rush of distorted euphoria like nothing before had sunk deep into his soul, a growing hunger beginning to fester within him. It grew and grew, and he took and took, and his friends fell with him as he watched , and he laughed and cackled because wasn’t it so ironic that anything heavenly or good be quashed in a place that couldn’t possibly hope to fathom it, and eventually, he had stopped caring about anything at all. The other Fallen Heroes mean nothing to him. His friends had died with him all those decades ago, only crude facsimiles of their former selves remaining. So here he is, the only performer left on a dusty set of cobwebs, and that hunger inside of him never stops. Something akin to loneliness aches alongside it, the lingering results of his isolation digging in deep and refusing to grant him even a moment of solace.
9) With characters I love
For this one, I think I'm going to have to go with an extract from Take A Bow- I'm hyperfixating hard on CRK at the moment lol. This was my first time writing both Pure Vanilla & Shadow Milk, and it was a lot of fun imagining how the story might progress before Theatre of Lies was released!!
Just as quickly as the darkness had arrived, a face shot out of the tree like a jack-in-the-box, sharp white teeth glinting down at them in a twisted, elated grin. A warped, reversed version of Pure Vanilla’s own symbol gleamed in the newfound turquoise light, his breath catching in his throat as he remembered all that Elder Faerie had told them. This must be the Beast who had originally possessed Pure Vanilla’s soul jam. The blonde found his hand subconsciously drifting to the crest on his own chest, gaze darting rapidly over every aspect of the uncaged monster’s face. “Ah!” A long, high exclamation pierced through the quiet, just as delighted as its voice’s owner. “Doesn’t this fresh air just feel… Divine?!” The last word ended in a growl, something manic heightening even further as the creature lazily surveyed its surroundings. Its unwavering stare passed over each of them in turn, finally settling on Pure Vanilla. Something in its glare sharpened, distorted cerulean light dancing along iridescent pools of insanity. “Oh, I see I have quite an audience here,” it remarked, its jauntiness seeming far too out of place amidst their own fearful grimaces. “I am so terribly sorry to have kept you waiting.” The voice fluctuated between shrill shrieks and inhuman snarls, every word laced with venomous glee. Its head alone was larger than all of them combined, and Pure Vanilla was loath to imagine how excessive the casualties would be if they were to instigate another fight. “But now… The wait is over. Your favourite trickster is here,” it lowered its head in a flamboyant half-bow. Its value had become Deceit, Pure Vanilla recalled. Undeniable intelligence shone among clear madness, for this was a being born of knowledge and corrupted into lies. It was– “Shadow Milk Cookie.”
22) That is so blissfully self-indulgent
Here, have a snippet of an Owl House AU I came up with on a whim one night in which I threw Caleb Wittebane into the future and leapt over plot holes like they were hurdles on an obstacle course >:]
Caleb was going to die. There was a dagger in his brother’s hand, glinting with the dark promise of blood to be spilt and aimed directly at him, merciless and unwavering in its pursuit. Caleb’s breath caught in his chest as he stumbled backwards, heartbeat pounding in his ears with a new sort of rapidity. It used to be such a thrilling feeling: the quick yet predictable pounding against his ribs, excitement making his lips quirk or anticipation leaving them agape. It was the adrenaline that used to come with a hunt, the dread and uncertainty and wonder that brewed within him as he stepped through that portal, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach that only Evelyn could incur. Now, his heart threw itself desperately against the confines of its prison, nausea rising within Caleb’s throat and poison in his mind because he was about to die, to be killed at the hands of the person he loved more than anything. The person he had loved more than anything. The person he’d given up everything for. The person he’d raised since childhood. Ever since Caleb was young, Philip had been his biggest priority. Their parents passed when they were both young, Philip so much so that he could scarcely remember them. It fell to Caleb to raise his brother, working odd jobs so they could afford accommodations as they passed from town to town. In a world where no-one could be trusted and not a soul was on their side, it had been Caleb’s responsibility to keep his little sibling safe. To keep him alive, protected. To keep him well. Looking at the pure resentment in Philip’s glare, Caleb wondered how it had all gone so wrong. He knew, really, exactly the reason behind his brother’s murderous intent; it simply seemed impossible to associate his hopeful, smiling, playful Philip with the spite-fuelled monster before him. His head swam with memories long since tainted by acidic regret. There were so, so many ways he could have prevented this situation, eradicated even the possibility of Philip wishing harm upon him. So many things he could have done. So many things he didn’t do, and here he was now, paying the price. Caleb’s days were numbered, he’d always known that. His fate was sealed as soon as he first took Evelyn’s hand.
Thanks again for the asks! <3
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jakejeffreyperalta · 1 year
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I NEVER NOTICED HUNTER HAD HIS ARM AROUND GUS IN THIS SCENE OMG THE BIG BROTHERIFICATION OF HUNTER IS SOMETHING SO PERSONAL TO ME
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How to make an Owl House fan cry in less than one second.
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witchofdiamonds · 1 year
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listen i’m still stuck on Belos and the grimwalkers. mid-S2, we were all so convinced that Hunter had something to do with the Day of Unity, that he was going to play some critical role and that was why Belos made him. there were so many fics based on that, it was great.
but then we reached the Day of Unity and Hunter had absolutely nothing to do with it. the plan would’ve worked either way, there wasn’t a clean, logical reason for keeping him around. Belos, the brutally ruthless emperor of the isles, tried to remake his brother… just because.
and Papa Titan spelled it out in the finale, didn’t he? Belos was just playing out a fantasy, where he could kill witches and return to the human realm as a hero. his brother was supposed to be part of that fantasy. maybe it was some twisted attempt to right past wrongs, maybe he just wanted the satisfaction of turning his brother against the witches, but when Philip planned his ideal world, Caleb was supposed to be there. and that’s all kinds of sad, really.
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dannydanoninoo · 2 years
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ALRIGHT PEOPLE WE'RE 5 DAYS AWAY from the episode SO thanks to the lack of countdown art HERE'S MY PERSONAL PREDICTIONS ABOUT THE EPISODE
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