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Besties gossiping 💬
You can really tell someone has lost it when they start losing fluids (crying, drooling and sweating)
NOT THE ORGANS!!
The first of my two valentine’s watercolor posts. This one if more of a platonic direction, if the yellow roses didn’t tip you off. I don’t know, something about these two as pals tickles me pink (if the rest of my blog and AO3 didn’t tip you off lol). I was actually into Broar first if I recall correctly, and then from there I got into Talon and then I read the Katarina fanfic and then next thing you know here I am with an arranged marriage KatGaren fic I’m too busy to work on lol. At this rate I’ll be lucky if that thing is ready before the end of the year.
It was pretty fun practicing watercolors with these two. My color experiments, as always, turned out a little different than I imagined. I really liked drawing Briar’s weird little outfit. I imagine if she ever got to choose her own clothes they’d be like this: a mixture of textures and patterns that’s so eccentric it marks her out immediately. Talon, meanwhile, dresses in the noxian menswear equivalent of “male living space” posts. Shirt. Pants. Belt. What are they made of? Fabric. Cassie despairs at the sight of both of them for entirely different reasons
What if…👀👀
*Skipp and Alice at a park feeding ducks… just kidding they now part of the ducks*
Skipp: Man this is fun!
Alice: yeah! I don’t even know why we’re supposed to be enemies
Skipp: oh it’s because me and my friends ruined you and your brother’s final ticket to becoming famous celebrities just from one failed scam scheme
Alice: …
Skipp: …
Alice: Wanna chase the ducks?
Skipp: YE!!!
Does anyone ever think about Jason Todd and Dick Grayson having such complex views about eachither and they're so diffrent and they're SO SIMILAR AND VERISTILE.
Like Jason sees Dick as the favorite, the holy child the first his brother his kinda parental figure the sun but at the same time Dick burns out and takes up all the space and fills every nook and cranny of Jasons life and will always whisper in his ear and touch and LOVE and pity Jason.
And Dick sees Jason as his little brother a star a moon his successor he runs his hands across Jasons shoulders and wants to cry but at the same time he wants to rip Jason apart, want to scream and cry because robin was his, robin was taken and hes a theif that's allowed to do anything after he died even though dick died too dick suffered but he never suffered enough.
I love them im literally shaking
I'd never seriously drawn Sonic before, so sorry if it's bad
MORE OF ME AND @cheetoyoin SILLY AU
NOT A SHIPPP
POV you were adopted by a marine and then watched as they were shot to death by a corrupt man who has ties to the government and is a pirate ——>> these two. (And her sister </3)
They’re so abuse coded
I love Baby 5 and Law so much I couldn’t tell you why
Closeups underneath <33
(NOT SHIPPING THEM!) BOTH MY FAVS IN THE SAME PICTURE AHHHHHHH <3 THEYRE SO CUTIE
back on my grind because miguel is my favorite shishigumi lion anf i could NOT stop thinking about what he would look like with his braids out so heres louis playing witj his mane
My stupid hetalia life 😔😔😔
It's chibi!Romano and Spain !!🇪🇸 🇮🇹
‼️‼️(NOT A SHIP) ‼️‼️
I originally wanted Romano crying and being a brat but lowkey would’ve taken forever 😭
He also has his FAT tomato 🍅
Drawing their hands genuinely had me looking at my own to see how the proportions would work and which way the thumbs would face…
They’re the cutest father and son dynamic despite not being related
Found family core ‼️‼️
Btw the next drawing is gonna be randomized too…..
I caved, and I won't stop.
I'm determined to get him even if it's the last thing I do </3
he's actually so fun to draw, so is candy Apple, she's suchhhh a cutie ^^
cookie run kingdom is looking a lil bit too good rn..
I just LOVE his design <3
I love the blues, I love that his jester type of character design, I love his voice, his mannerism, like oooOOMGGG ^^
i love his character so much I'm actually willing to re-download crk just for him </3 sighhhs
I liked crk before but it took to much space/I basically never played it after some point soo.. ughhh (´⌒｀;)
Sleepover at your annoying cousins house
Art style Practice drawing I made a while ago … not sure how I feel about it
back on my bullshit... hello nephewdad uncleson nation. I love them so much, they are so so dearest to me. Araki why didn't you give us a dadtaro hug with Josuke? I had to draw him cradling his baby sigh.... im normal.
Modern AU Silm fic idea
So you know how if something is frozen, it's kinda preserved? And you know the elves who died in the Helcaraxë were... well... frozen?
So imagine, if you will, in modern times of Middle Earth, when the dwarves are no longer prevalent (maybe they live in the Middle Earth equivalent of El Dorado?) and the hobbits have gone elsewhere to do who knows what (they become forest cryptids in the Ered Luin AKA, the Middle Earth Appalachia), and humans have created modern technology.
As in RADAR, SONAR, all that jazz. And humans, who we all know are very curious by nature, go exploring the ocean.
Human scientists explore the northern oceans, where the Helcaraxë is/has been, and they find bodies in the ice; nonhuman, but bipedal and human ENOUGH bodies. Sure, their ears are pointed, their teeth are strange, and they have a different bone structure, but the likeness is uncanny.
After a while of simply observing, the scientists get the go-ahead from their respective governments (Gondor, if it's still there, maybe Rohan; all of those civilizations have forgotten the might of the Eldar, though) and they manage to carve one of the bodies out of the ice.
After bringing the body back to land and in a laboratory, they discover some things.
1. The body is female.
2. She has different DNA and tissues than the average human.
3. She is still living.
(They find this out when someone is trying to get a tissue sample but almost gets strangled in the process.)
She speaks an archaic language, one that no linguist can decipher. However, when she tries to communicate via writing, she writes in an ancient script similar to the letters and words found in some of Gondor's ancient artifacts---swords of olden kings, the runes on a stone crypt with a king and two (supposed) children beside him.
All the while, the news coverage is all over, and some people are panicking. Who is this woman who was found ALIVE in the ice? Why are her ears naturally pointed? How old is she? More importantly, what is she saying?
We, the readers, will know that this woman is one of the Eldar, and who is the last elf left in Middle Earth? After the sons of Elrond have sailed, after Legolas and Gimli headed West, and after Celeborn finally saw the shores of Alqualondë? Who is left?
Maglor.
Maglor sees these shocking images of a golden haired woman, obviously of the Vanyar, and recognizes her. That is Elenwë, the wife of Turgon and mother of Idril.
That is Maglor's kin.
And Maglor, who now works the most boring 9-to-5 teaching job in all of Eä, longs desperately for any kind of relative, whether they hate him or not.
So Maglor goes to the scientists, the elf that had evaded all suspicion of him being anything other than human, and wants to see his cousin. Of course, they ignore him; that is, until he shows them his ears and sings a haunting verse of the Noldolantë.
They let him inside and Elenwë sees him, speaking ancient Quenya.
"Where is my daughter, Makalaurë?" She demands. "Where is my husband?"
Maglor knows where Turgon and Idril are; they are in the Undying Lands, far, far away.
Maglor tells her, and Elenwë screams. Maglor, who has had hundreds of centuries to process his grief, tries to comfort her, but is dragged away by security. The scientists question him, and Maglor, who has not spoken of his family history in centuries, finally tells the story of burning ships, shining jewels, kidnapped twins, and the war that was supposed to end all wars.
Maglor, who is technically a citizen of whatever country this is, willingly allows himself to stay in the laboratory. He goes to Elenwë again, and after much screaming and weeping, tells her the story of a hidden city and a tortured son of Aredhel and all that followed.
Elenwë is distraught. Obviously. After, she knows that she needs to sail back to Valinor, Doomed or not. She WILL find her daughter and husband again, even if it means she has to cross the sea to do it.
After a few years, Elenwë is released to Maglor's care. She speaks the common tongue well, knows her history and geography, and, well, they can't keep a sentient being in a laboratory forever, now can they (A few want to. Maglor threads his voice with Song and they never speak of that idea again)?
Maglor returns to his job teaching at a university (he teaches linguistics and music theory) and helps Elenwë learn her way around the modern world.
"Yes, that picture is moving," Maglor explains. "No, it is not a palantír."
"I'm not stupid, Makalaurë," Elenwë hisses. She still has a shred of animosity in her heart for all the harm Maglor and his brothers had caused her family.
"And we don't list our genealogies when meeting new people," Maglor told her when Elenwë introduced herself to a bank teller and told them her lineage.
"I could tell by the look on his face, Makalaurë," Elenwë replied bitterly.
Elenwë always had the heater on, and Maglor could not blame her; millenia stuck in ice would make a person long for warmth.
One day, Elenwë points to the drawing on Maglor's mantle and asks, "Who is that?"
The ellon had lines on his forehead, just like her dear Turukano; she always said they were from dealing with Findekáno's oddity.
Maglor was hesitant. "That Itarillë's grandson, your great-grandson."
Elenwë is delighted to hear that her daughter found love in Beleriand, but there was something that Maglor did not tell her.
So he told her, of course; Elenwë always knew if he was lying. He told her about the fire-haired twins' death, the burning camp of refugees, and her grandson's children left at the hands of two kinslayers.
"And love grew between them," Maglor told her. "They were Elrond and Elros, and... I see them as my sons."
Elenwë wanted to be angry. Scream at her cousin for causing so much grief for her daughter's family, but she couldn't. Makalaurë was oathbound to find that silmaril, but he still sought to do good.
"He sailed with Galadriel, Artanis as you know her, a few Ages ago," Maglor said. "He was as kind as summer."
After a while, Elenwë got her own job, an apartment nearby. She gets a degree and finds a stable job. She lives by the coast, like Maglor, and feels the sea tug on her heart every time she hears the rushing waves.
Then, Elenwë buys a boat.
Elenwë buts a boat and asks Maglor to go with her.
"It has been millenia, Makalaurë," she says. "Will you not go to Valinor? Will you leave your family thinking you are dead?"
Maglor refuses. He thinks that he cannot leave Middle Earth. "I am Doomed, Elenwë, but do not let my choices prevent you from going. See your husband, your daughter, your grandchildren and so on. Do not dwell on the past as I have, Elenwë."
"You hypocrite of hypocrites!" Elenwë cries. "You tell me to go and see my child when you will not go and see yours?"
Maglor goes with her.
He takes his favorite pillow, his silver harp made by his father, Maedhros's copper circlet, Elros's wooden toy horse, and leaves behind a copy of the Noldolantë.
Elenwë and Maglor sail.
They think that they will aimlessly wander the Sundering Seas, but they are wrong. Eru smiles at them, and they see the banks of Tol Eressëa. The dock is long gone, but homes dot the sandy shores, still littered with pearls and white gems.
Maglor and Elenwë sail, and they are welcomed.
Maglor is welcomed by six brothers, all released from Námo's halls. He is welcomed by a guilty father, who begs for his son's forgiveness on his knees. He is welcomed by a grieving mother, who had never thought she would see her son again.
He is welcomed by a son that was not his, and a daughter-in-law that looks suspiciously like Galadriel.
Elenwë is welcomed by a husband who has grieved for millenia, who is guilty for not saving her. She is welcomed by her daughter, now grown, and a human man she calls her husband. She is welcomed by a woman with bird-like features, who is her granddaughter-in-law. She is welcomed by her great-grandson, whose picture sat on Makalaurë's mantle for all the time she'd been in Middle Earth.
Maglor returns to his family. He is not exiled, or Doomed to the Everlasting Darkness. He is called home for tea and to play games with his brothers. He is not a ghost story to tell children on rainy nights. He is not a warning to those provoked to anger. He is an elf; an elf who wanted to go home.
Elenwë returns to her family. She is not a casualty listed among the fallen of Helcaraxë. She is not a wife who was not named. Elenwë lives.
Elenwë lives, and she was not forgotten.
ok but what if pony and randy trauma dumped and became besties
hoyo I crave more insight on their friendship plsss
[not ship]
MUSCLES!!!
Smaller post for today. I just really liked this doodle of my 2 fav common cookies and wanted to share :)
Why are there no Diavolo and Barbatos domestic fluff fics??? Why does every fanfic with them have to be either them doing the horizontal tango or being sadistic evil bastards??? GOD I just want caretaker Barb I just want them to talk to each other and do stupid cute shit I'm so tiered of porn I just want substance fuck- I'm gonna have to write it myself no plea
This cant be that rare of a pairing?? so many ppl agree that Barb raised Dia but no one does anything with it waahhh