Argentina is the World Cup champion!!
@rexismycopilot was supporting Argentina during the final and was kind enough to let me draw Anakin from her Fifty Shades AU celebrating! Inspired by this ask here, you can see he’s put the whole house in Argentina’s sports gear because that’s the only correct answer on which team to cheer on for :)
I know the story is currently going through an angst arc but since Anakin got his ears pierced, I’m gonna pretend the WC will happen much later than the current story xD
Also, yes, Obi-Wan is holding Anakin’s cat plushie (and it’s wearing a piluso just because I can) and Artoo has been put into an Argentina cat t-shirt
Under the cut is my push to have Argentinean Anakin in FS agenda
So since I know by what we’re told in the fic + some of Rex’s asks that Anakin grew up in an American setting, we can’t have Anakin growing up in Argentina (sadly) BUT consider Argentinean Shmi. By Argentinean law, the offsprings of Argentineans born on other countries can opt to become Argentinean (yeah, it’s that easy. Anakin would be American and Argentinean). I think it would be cute if Anakin decided to opt to have the nationality as a way of feeling closer/honoring Shmi’s memory.
And it doesn’t negate other headcanons that people have been having like Anakin speaking French because he could have learned it like they hc in the asks. I just think Argentinean Anakin is cute and wholesome lol
Rex please feel free to ignore all my silly Arg Anakin in FSAU headcanons but also consider...?
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a catified version of lyf from @rainbowstargazerlilies' series The Stars Claim Them!
i was going to draw them humanoid but I am Not confident in my ability to draw humanoid characters so. funky alien cat lyf it is!
notes + pre-eldritch-horror version under cut
the 'three tails braided together' thing was loosely inspired by the wobbyks (is that how it's spelled) from the book series Endling
they look similar to a regular cat (discounting the three tails and rainbow bits), but larger
i gave them curled ears bc they're an actual cat thing but also make them stand out more/look more alien
i Very Nearly made the design on their medallion Loss. thank any powers that may be watching that I am a merciful god.
the colors on their hair/tail are placed fairly randomly/constantly shifting
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i think the concept of splitting long prefixes for is cute,i just dont do it in my writing for comedic purposes. im thinking of tadpole's arc in tnp,and he's meant to be a tawnypelt foil alongside someone for feathertail and stormfur to talk to. he's meant to be the third in the toxic dynamic of hawk and moth,spared his brother's wrath,but also denied riverclan's attention. he doesnt support hawkfrost being made deputy by leopardstar,which unfortunately gets rc on his ass. maybe "marsh" or "rain
Using Tadpole as a sort of "Tawnypelt" who points out the flaws in his brother's actions could be a really good use for him. I adore Mothwing how she is; and how she IS is a person who gets bullied and pushed around by Hawkfrost and doesn't argue too much with him to avoid his wrath.
You could really round out the three of them by having Tadpole be someone that Mothwing can turn to in order to talk. He'd be especially helpful in a RiverClan-centric story about the Tigerkin.
Hell, it would even be interesting to watch Hawkfrost start to make the lives of both of his siblings hell, finding that Tadpole is getting in his way constantly. Heck, you could even rewrite TNP if you wanted... change it so that Hawkfrost tries to trap Mistyfoot in that fox trap, and Tadpole saves her and kills his brother instead of Bramble.
Maybe he could get his new name after that? You can take my honor title idea and have him take a new name after being made deputy. Lakeshine, maybe?
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Okay I'm sorry I can't stop thinking about this
@savegalkissy @pixelateddork
So I've been thinking about the idea of Ghost!Lupin possessing the imposter and I just got this INSANE idea
Picture this, if you will:
It's late at night. The gang have all gone to bed and the imposter is only just now getting ready after staying up researching their next heist.
He's in the bathroom brushing his teeth when the light starts to flicker.
At first, he doesn't think much of it. It's an older safehouse; lightbulb probably needs replacing anyway. Maybe he'll pester Jigen to do something about it in the morning.
He finishes brushing, spits out the foam in his mouth and glances back up at the bathroom mirror.
He sees something. Something that wasn't there before. A dark, humanoid looking shape, staring directly at him. Looking ready to strike.
He blinks, and the figure is gone. He lets out a sigh. He must be more tired than he thought. He turns away from the mirror and goes to open the door.
It's locked.
Try as he might, he can't get the door open. He's trapped inside. The light flickers again. Panic starts to set in as he frantically tries jiggling the door handle, pushing his shoulder against it, pounding on the door begging for help from someone, anyone---
The shower starts. Steam fills the room, clouding the mirror. He can't help but stare at it.
A message is written on the mirror:
HOW DARE YOU
Finally, he manages to bust the door open. He runs out into the dark, empty hallway, reaching the end where the door to his bedroom is. Once again, he finds himself unable to get it open, leaving himself completely at the mercy of whoever is coming.
He slumps against the door and turns around. His eyes widen in terror as he sees the tall, scrawny man slowly stagger towards him.
He recognizes the face under the long, messy hair; it's the face of the man who's name and life he stole. The man's he's been pretending to be for months. The man whom he thought had finally starved to death weeks ago.
He looks pale, with dark marks like tear streaks running from his one visible eye down to his chin. Red tally marks cover his body, reduced to nothing but skin and bone. The remnants of his trademark jacket adorn his shoulders, with vines and dying petals tangle like snakes around his arms.
The petals are from the lupine flower. How apt.
"Ŷ̷̢Ö̵̘̟́̈́ͅU̶̙͖̾ ̶͖̌̃̂T̴̢̼̼̈́O̷̪̚O̶͎͈̞̓́́K̵̠̻̒ ̸͓̈́͐E̷̱̒͊̉ͅV̶̢͇͗̈́E̸̲̖͕̋̑̑R̵͕̃Y̶̲̓͒͝T̵̨͕̘̾̄̋H̸͍̍͑I̵̳̭̦̚N̸̗̞̈́̅̈́Ĝ̸͖̹͙̓ ̷̳̒̄F̸͍̬̋̑̉Ŗ̴͖̗̄̉́O̴͖̥̕̕͝M̵̺̽̽ ̷͉̣̀̎̐M̴̲̗͛̄͝E̴͈̮͖̔̈́͝," the imposter hears a hoarse, pained voice say. A cold sweat breaks out across his face and neck and tears spring to his eyes.
"I'M SORRY!" he cries. "YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT IT! FINE! I ADMIT IT! I'M NOT THE REAL LUPIN! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"
The apparition seems not to care for his apology. He has almost reached his target.
"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" he screams. "I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
"N̶̖͉͑̌Ö̷̢́̾B̶̢͍͒O̴̬̳̭̎͒D̵̺͒̃́Y̴͈̘̐̅̅ ̵͈̮̹̋̽C̵̠̝͗Ą̶̗̮̅̑N̷̦͚̓ͅ ̸̧̍H̸̩̅̋͘E̸̥̬͐̚A̶̩͂̄̓Ṛ̶̳̆̕ ̶̡̉͝Ÿ̴̞́́Ò̴̫̽͝U̷͉̇." The voice becomes louder, angrier.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"
Everything stops. It's quiet, save for the imposter's heavy breathing. Tears are still streaming down his face.
The ghost is standing right in front of him now. He's crying too.
"I̷̯͐̏͗ ̴̢̓͂S̶̝̐P̶̻͙̅͊͝E̷̝̺͗̚N̴̡̖͎͋͝Ṯ̶̫͗̀̚ ̸͎̮͍͌̓̍M̵͎̠̃O̷̘̰̠̎͘͝N̸̠͌̒T̸̥̝͑͆Ḩ̷̭̩̀̏̇S̸̜̏ ̸̻̉̍͘A̸͎̐ͅS̴͕̯̱̒̂ ̶̩́̄̄Y̶̞̽̆͝O̴̥͛̐Ů̶̲R̶̨̲͂̆ ̵̧̥͌P̷̛͈̊R̴͈̉̃I̵̜̟̍̈̕S̵̡̖̤̅͗̒Ö̸̱͂Ṋ̶̎́̏Ẽ̴̢̯̻̈́R̵͓͙̎̀̕.̸̱̞́͆͌ ̶̦̈́̌͝N̴͓̙̟̅Ȏ̸͎͐W̸͙̫̞͐ ̸̗̄͛Y̵̡̞̫̌̍Ò̴̠̩̭̑Ŭ̴̙̆͌'̴̘͎̽Ṙ̷͉͠Ȩ̴̛͎͉̈͘ ̶͔̲̄́Ṃ̴̧͔̎̌Ý̸̫̈́͜ ̷̨̭͇̿̽P̸͚͗̑̀͜R̵̖̃Ȉ̵̩̗̯̀̊S̸͕̓̈O̷̗͖͆͐̃N̸̜̘̟̿E̶̫̹̚R̴̛̳̐̍.̷͈̙̒͋̍ ̸̠͚͗̌Ǎ̵̙̏̈N̷͔̰̙͐̏D̸̢̿́͗ ̷̙̎I̶̱̔͘'̴͎̇̔͜M̷̲̮̂ ̵̧̹͈͛͝N̷͇̥͊͋E̵̬̎V̸͍͎̘̀E̴̜͒̒R̶̬̀̓͠.̵̘̋̍̚ ̵̜́͒͠Ĺ̵͚̱̳E̸͇̤͆̀̈́Ṭ̶̽T̴̡̮̅͜I̸̯͈̋N̵̼̟̹̉G̴̡̹͑͗.̸̭͓͛͗̈́ ̷̬̘̀Y̴̖̠̭͛̇Ȍ̶̗̊U̷̡̡̠͑̈̚.̸̰͗̐ ̵̢̦̀G̸̛̮̃O̵̗̽ͅ.̸̖̫̄̒͘"
The last thing the imposter sees is the ghost of his victim lunging towards him, letting out an ear-shattering shriek.
Then, there is nothing but silence.
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Lupin opens his eyes. Well, they're not his eyes, but they're the ones he was using.
He lifts a hand up to his face. It's normal. Healthy. Human.
He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looks like... him. The sideburns, the hair, the apelike face. It wasn't him, really, but it was close enough. He had to admit; the imposter did a good job copying him. He looks the exact same way he did before everything went wrong. Before he...
Well, it's not like that matters now, does it?
He starts giggling. Then those giggles morph into loud, joyful, almost maniacal laughter, with no regard for the members of his gang still asleep outside the bathroom.
Tears become mixed in with his laughter.
His gang...
He didn't know what to think. Was he mad at them for believing some copycat was really him while he wasted away? Or was he happy that he could finally see and talk to them again, with none of them ever being the wiser?
What would happen if any of them caught on?
Those questions could be answered later. He had all the time in the world now. He had done it. He had made it.
Lupin III had taken back what was his.
He calms down and leaves the bathroom, turning the light off after him.
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Bro, people on TikTok keep saying that they're “nostalgic for the old days of Welcome Home!” and that “Welcome Home was dead but it's coming back now!”
Like dude, Welcome Home has been here for a little less than a year, there's nothing to be nostalgic about, at least not YET.
Fucking hell man, I feel like a Boomer trying to talk to some Gen Alpha kids, they're all thinking that fandoms are suppose to be short-lived, jesus christ.
I don’t blame them too much, since they are not quite used to fandoms naturally descending and are quick to panic that it’s “completely dead”
Specially since the fandom had such a huge flux of community, art and discussions happening everywhere all at once and for it to slowly die down- naturally people will move on to other things and opinions are bound to change while the younger more naive individuals will wonder what’s wrong and create general assumptions that are not entirely accurate
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Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.
Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.
By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.
She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.
Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.
But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.
Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.
Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.
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Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.
There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.
The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.
It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.
But nobody else has any idea what to do.
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