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clownsuu · 3 months

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Clownsuu may we have a drawing of the ✨️Goober Mob✨️

Only the most goobiest, neighbor

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shepscapades · 6 months

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[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [???]

Finally! Part 3 is here!! yippee!!! As a refresher, this takes place at the beginning of season 9, when Doc and Xisuma try to boot Etho back up after he shuts down pre-Season 8 Finale, set to the vibes of Joywave’s Destruction from DBHC Etho’s playlist! Ouguguh I’ve been looking forward to posting this part so much; it has some of my favorite shots so far… something about the grey-fade of Doc going into shock, something about the last two pages with xisuma and doc’s expressions… idk!! i really loved working on these :] Hope you’re enjoying the horrific, horrific ride!! =w=

As a partially insignificant but Special-To-Me note: Xisuma has always referred to dbhc doc as “Docm”— this is actually the first time X ever calls him “Doc.”

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bigfatbreak · 5 months

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So! Which would Gabriel/Cockmoth prefer to deal with, between the two parents?

(My bet is 100% on Trauer Mantel)

they're sort of different problems tbh

#sabine is holding the vanily rings and nathalie's glasses btw #dad villain au #mom villain au #trauermantel #viceroy #my art #tom dupain cheng #sabine dupain cheng #would you rather be beaten to death by a truck with a hundred eyes #or watch your loved ones be kidnapped one by one by someone who talks like jigsaw

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omaano · 1 year

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"Obi-Wan’s magic had always been at its strongest when he was protecting someone. Perhaps that’s why it was easier to defeat their remaining assailants after Cody went down injured."

I had the absolute best of time working on this illustration commissioned by the wonderful @wanderingjedihistorian for their fic What It Means! If you like a good fantasy setting, swords and sorcery, Jedis as mages and the Clones as knights do check it out!

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eggcromancer · 6 days

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Happy late birthday, it was a wonderful post you made, I just gotta ask something outta the silly.

Do you think it's as cute as I do, the idea of moon having a second nightcap that's party hat coloured and he swaps that on for birthdays

@sea-menace Dream big, my friend! Why stop at 2 nightcaps...? >:}

We got some seasonal caps:

Modern day AU, where Fazbear Co. runs a content farm TikTok account; and Moon is horribly out of touch with gen alpha humour (because no one bought the animatronics internet plans 🥲) caps:

And @lavenoon's jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, amazing Accidentally Undercover fic caps! ✨

Pretend that Agent Dusk lost his original nightcap in a deadly shootout with a rival spy team and he needs to whip up a replacement PRONTO before he loses all street creds (He still won of course, but at what cost,,,,)

#But seriously thank you for the ask friend; you've singlehandedly brought me out of an art slump 💖💖💖#There is an AU in which Moon fully knows how to use the phrases “Skibidi Toilet” and “Sticking your Gyatt out for the Rizzler”#But not in this AU I will not allow it 🔫👁️👁️#“Sun is my favourite” I cry with tears in my eyes while I pumped out 9 consecutive Moon drawings (in denial)#Shoutout to Tumblr sexymen Spamton G Spamton and Lucifer Morningstar for teaching me about the appeal of men in suits adhsjdklasf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #dca fandom #dca au #fnaf moon #moondrop #y/n #my art #my ask

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sukunasteeth · 19 days

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Even though he'd never admit it (never, not even if someone asked him on his deathbed)

Even though it was painful to admit to himself,

It was an undeniable fact that you gave Sukuna butterflies.

He feels them in the way you mindlessly trace his tattoos when the two of you are sitting together, alone. Your touch is feather-light. The brush of an angel wing.

He feels them in the way you say his name when the two of you reunite after a long day. A sigh of relief. Solace.

They flutter with the way you wrap your hands around his cheeks and hold his face like your holding the sun.

They're in the way you kiss him. When you softly bite into his lower lip like you're biting into the flesh of a sacred fruit.

They're in the breeze that picks up your soft scent and gifts it to him.

In the sunlight that catches onto the stray strands of your hair and has you glittering against the dim world.

His heart races to you.

What a sap.

#jjk #sukuna #modern au #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk fluff #he bullies you to try and get some leverage #but ends up even further down bad at the sight of your pouts #and your damn puppy dog eyes

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martuzzio · 3 months

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Yes, Ren genuinely thinks cramming his wolf ears under that hat will distract people from his sharp canines, his tendency to tell Zedaph what to do, and his bad habit of barking at moving objects.

Yes, Doc genuinely thinks hanging an old rag over his face and wearing those ancient spectacles with no lenses will help distract people from... well, everything.

Yes, they're both delusional.

#hermitcraft #my art #rendog #docm77 #I'm having fun with this lil cowboy au if you couldn't tell #I just love drawing these block men in the most random outfits. It's practically all I do on this blog #Convenient strip of cloth covering the sides of Ren's head because I STILL don't know how to address his lack of human ears in a way I like #I've been drawing this man for four years. You'd think I would've figured that out by now but noooooo #We use CONVENIENT STRIPS OF CLOTH to solve our problems #Also btw Doc's design here is my standard design for him. Mans is beyond insane to think an old dishtowel will help him blend in #Like half your body is made of metal and the eye not hidden behind an eyepatch glows in the dark. Sweetie

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zu-is-here · 2 months

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homme fatal ♡

#zu art #shattered dream #undertale #undertale au #utmv #music #ask #food for your eyes food for your soul ♪#I'm so unwell about this man you know? ♡#I sketched this back in December and just left in my drafts for ''better times'' (now) :'D

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adriancatrin · 3 months

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soulmark au sketches. the idea of sokka in proven ‘soulmates are real’ universes consistently intrigues me—how would that impact his skepticism/interpretation of fate/destiny/free will? personally i think he’d be very angry for a very long time and probably not even understand why

#my art #it’s just a ‘important moments in your soulmates life show up on u through kinda vague occasionally metaphorical marks #fuck i love soulmate aus lol #the clothes lean a lil fire nation/earth kingdomy i think but i was just riding the high of drawing #knowing if i stopped to do research i might just. stop entirely #so i just winged it #wung it. u could even say #anyways #sokka #avatar the last airbender #zukka #soulmate au #i imagine that in this au sokka zuko and probably aang all get matching ‘avatar beam of light!’ soulmarks #just giant white-blue beams all the way up their arm or leg or torso or somethin #cuz like. life changing moment for each of them lol #katara would get like. her own eyes or something representing her eye color for the moment aang wakes up and sees her #lol just saw i forgot to color his mouth in the first sketch lol

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clownsuu · 10 months

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Yknow- iv been asked a lot for a while if it’s possible to leave Wally’s mob family-

there’s only one way to truly leave smhh

cw death

✌️

#FINALLY IV BEEN WANTING TO SHOW THIS FOR A WHILE BUT ART BLOCK GA. H #Biggest issue I had was who to pick smhhhhhhh #But yeah anyway you die permanently when your taken eye is destroyed #The eye is a contract bound to Wally- as long as that eye is fine your body can be resurrected at any time #However once that contract is broken there is no point in your existence anymore smhh #Nobody will remember you- besides the ones who truly connected to ya #Then you will just be a figment of a dream to them #Welcome home #welcome home mob au #welcome home wally #Wally darling #Robbie robs #This made my left hand cramp up #But I’m right handed-???

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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weeee more fantasy au doodles

#ft. the chanel boots <3 #or. wait. what's a pun on chanel incorporating either 'demon' or 'patron'#cha... chahell... patronel... no that just sounds like citronella #whatever doesnt matter its 6 am i havent slept and i have a low grade migraine I Cant Pun Right Now #on another note i gave poppy a lil neck corset bc. uh. runs away #and her little sling for carrying wally in puppet form! keeping him safe and secure!#and of course barnaby & wally snuggles <3 #yall would not BELIEVE how many doodles i have of them cozy together. its absurd #its just! the size difference i have stuck in my brain is Perfect for wally curling around barnaby's big ol head!#and also Perfect for barnaby holding wally like a stuffed animal!#your honor i love them!#wh fantasy au #scribble salad #I LOVE WALLY'S TALL ASS BOOTS #he needed some HOOVES #and a couple of extra inches. i imaging that while wearing them he's as tall as if not taller than julie/sally #little man on stilts...#and his apple belt! his Eye Shirt!#its not often i so thoroughly enjoy my own outfit design but i think i really did go off with this one

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logicpng · 4 months

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i have um. caved and read a fanfic for once. hi

ghost in the machine / soleil are @venomous-qwille's

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#fnaf #dca #fnaf dca #dca au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #gitm au #ghost in the machine au #soleil gitm #the funniest thing is shortly after reading the fic i had to actually find out what it's like to get your arm squeezed uncomfortably hard #repeatedly. almost 90 times. for blood pressure measurments. for 24 hours #my arm is also bruising goddammit. crushing my dang limb and for what #why do of all the characters i ended up liking the one who's actually kind of a dick..................#eye contact #tw eye contact #eye contact tw

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naffeclipse · 3 months

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Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky.

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away.

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry.

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down.

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones.

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

#for when the chills hit and you have a nice warm naga to help you through it #i wrote this late last night again #your girl is going through it #if there are mistakes just close your eyes and don't see them ty #warm fangs #naga au #naga!sun #sun x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later too #if i have more energy i might write a third part with a certain someone

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onlyacrazy-cat · 4 months

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Some spoilers for my FIC "Through Your Eyes", if you lived long enough, you'd notice that the patterns repeat themselves.

Is this familiarity a bad omen, or the beginning of an yet untold story?

#cult of the lamb narinder #narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl fanart #cotl lamb #cotl au #cult of the lamb #the lamb #true devotion #art #my art #cotl #trough your eyes

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ohitslen · 5 months

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Why does your neighbor never blink dude??

Almost forgot to post these here, but hey I remembered right?:)

#he really is such a silly guy!#remember his sunglasses are polarized so you cant see his eyes so you would only feel a hole on your face but from who??#him on the other side of the sidewalk thats who #“why do I feel funny things when i see my weird neighbor who looks like my friend from another life smoking” (ww search history)#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun stampede #wolfwood #vash #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #reincarnation au #Trigun au #lenssi draws #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction #upcoming anyways

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tennessoui · 5 months

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im sure this has been done soooo many times but gffa au where anakin goes to the jedi council and fesses up to being married and they immediately think he means to obi-wan and he thinks they understood that it's to padmé

("how old were you when you got married?" "Nineteen, just after I became a Jedi Knight. I wasn't a padawan anymore!"

"Consensual, was it? Feel pressured, did you?"

"Not at all! I had to do the convincing. I really begged, for like. an embarrassingly long amount of time. I wanted this marriage more than anything in the entire galaxy."

"Has this marriage affected your reasoning during the war?"

"no way! We have the same principles, fight for the same things. Now I'm just fighting to come home as well so we can be together again.")

and anakin doesn't realize this until obi-wan gets back from a mission, does his debrief with the council, and comes to anakin's quarters with the strangest look on his face. "padawan, why did six members of the Jedi Council just wish me congratulations on my nuptials? to. my. former. padawan."

and anakin is gobsmacked and goes about trying to set the record straight, but now no one believes that he isn't married to obi-wan. they think padmé has agreed to be the cover-up because obi-wan got pissy that anakin told the council before he felt ready.

and to top it all off, now anakin can't stop thinking about actually being married to his master. he hadn't realized that was an option?? but everyone's making some pretty strong cases for it......

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #all the jedi are just like yeah youre obsessed with him of course you begged to marry him #and he's obsessed with you of course he gave in and said yes when you were a knight #whats not making sense here #meanwhile anakin is having a meltdown over it #everyones finding evidence for their case and it's compelling!!#padme found it funny at first but its less funny as it goes on #and she starts realizing that anakin is taking it sorta maybe way too much to heart #in the worst way #also obi-wan has not made eye contact with anakin in like 3 weeks anakin is about to lose his shit

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