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I love this skin of her’s so much (even though I got too late into Overwatch to actually buy it). But still, I had to draw her this way! And I’m really proud of the outcome :). Hope you like it too, and….

…is anyone there who needs healing? Frau Doktor ist da! 💟👩🏼‍⚕️

Streamer!Honey

Dramatic exaggerated eye roll

Streamer!Honey comes from/belongs to @itsyourstarboy

Honey would only wear this if they were forced to, and I am forcing them to.

I wish I could tell u I love you...

Agent Fowler

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #144 ↳ 𝟸.𝟶𝟼: 𝚗𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚑

hello would you care to read my qinter fanfiction

i sacrificed my sleep schedule for this fic so you better appreciate it

>:3c for the drabble prompts! courting for fengqing <3

Thank you for the ask! Idk how to write anything short so here's this: 1.7k Words Canonverse Soft and sweet <3 And now on ao3!

The two martial gods of the south descended to the mortal realm late this morning and made their way to the bustling village of Qinyuan that lies squarely along the border of their territories. They descended—of course—to gauge the well-being of their followers by attending a festival celebrating the end of the harvest season.

It's imperative to keep a close watch on such matters, as two gods as experienced as Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen are sure to know. But it's especially important now considering that, in recent months, there has been a shift in the interactions between their followers—a truce of sorts.

As it always has, the relationship between their followers seems to very closely resemble the relationship between the gods themselves—and nowadays, their relationship is more amicable than ever.

Things have improved so much that, at Mu Qing's last count, there are now eight temples that have been erected and dedicated to both generals simultaneously.

And, perhaps, this truce amongst their followers may have coincided with the beginning of general Nan Yang and general Xuan Zhen's... courtship… but who's to say? Regardless, neither god will admit whether either of them had a hand in the whole dual temple business.

It's just a simple observation that every single one of the new statues depicting the gods within these temples are immaculately detailed—down to every last beauty mark on general Xuan Zhen's face and every smile line accentuating general Nan Yang's eyes. But that's neither here nor there.

At this point, the harvest festival must have ended a sichen ago, but the two gods still find themselves in the mortal realm as the purple dusk of evening creeps along the edge of the horizon. A cool breeze sweeps in from across the swaying waters of the nearby lake and brings a light, rosy color to Mu Qing's cheeks.

They are in their Fu Yao and Nan Feng forms tonight—their preferred disguises when visiting the mortal realm—and they walk very closely together, their arms nearly touching as they follow the dirt path that leads away from the village. Mu Qing fills the silence of the night with a quiet recounting of a recent upper court meeting Feng Xin was absent for and Feng Xin dutifully listens, munching on the last of his tanghulu.

They have made many trips such as this one—attending festivals like they've done today, or perusing night markets for unique wares, or simply patroning popular tea houses and restaurants—all on the pretense of 'official heavenly business'.

Ah, but they both know that the time they've been spending together is so much more than just that.

Outings, one could call them.

Romantic ones.

Mu Qing walks with his arms tucked politely within his sleeves and expertly hides the shiver that runs through him as Feng Xin leads them off the path and towards the rocky shore. They step carefully down the gentle incline leading to the beach and their boots begin to sink a little more heavily into the softness of the sand.

While in these forms, Feng Xin is a bit taller and broader than Mu Qing and Mu Qing feels these differences viscerally.

A warm, large palm hovers there at the small of his back as they continue to walk and Mu Qing is suddenly quite thankful for the chilly evening as it's an easy excuse to explain away his flushed cheeks.

Feng Xin slows their pace as they approach an especially rocky section of beach. That large palm finally presses lightly along Mu Qing's lower back and the other hand is offered out to Mu Qing in a clear attempt to steady him. The gesture stokes a fire in Mu Qing's middle—flames curling along his belly and through his chest—molten heat licking its way along his neck until it settles atop his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and steadies himself, rolling his eyes even as he turns his burning face away from Feng Xin's view.

"I'm no fragile maiden," he says bitterly, swatting at Feng Xin's offered hand until the other man pulls it back with a sigh. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of walking along some rocks without your assistance."

"I know that, Mu Qing."

"And yet you offered your hand anyway," Mu Qing retorts, huffing as if he's annoyed.

In reality he's having, yet another, inner battle with himself about why he has to be so exceedingly obstinate. They have been courting each other for several months now and yet, Mu Qing is still unable to accept a kindness when it is offered to him. Heaven knows it's frustrating for Mu Qing, so he can only imagine how frustrating it must be for Feng Xin. Frustrating enough that Mu Qing is certain their courtship is on the precipice of ruin—if only he could just—

"You're not a burden."

Mu Qing whips his face back in Feng Xin's direction, his eyes narrowed and his brows pinched as he looks up at the other man. Feng Xin stares down at him with a warm smile, expression completely earnest in only the way Feng Xin seems capable of. It makes Mu Qing melt even further and he quickly looks away, speeding up his pace just slightly as they continue to approach the outcropping of rocks lining a good stretch of the shore.

"Of course not," he mutters, earning a soft laugh from Feng Xin who trails close behind him. Where does the man get off saying such a thing? The absolute nerve—

"And you're not delicate."

"Obviously."

"You could pummel my ass into the ground right this moment if you chose to." Feng Xin easily catches up with Mu Qing, their steps quickly falling into rhythm with one another. "And with your fast reflexes, I'd be unable to do much else than simply accept my fate. We both know that, Mu Qing."

Mu Qing is loath to agree with Feng Xin in his current state, but he can't deny the truth so he nods as they shuffle their way along the increasingly uneven beach.

"I admire your fierceness—your tenacity—it's one of the things that first drew me to you back in Xianle."

Mu Qing scoffs, side-stepping around a grouping of rocks that have formed a small crater where a large puddle of rain water has pooled. They have just reached the large, flat-topped boulder they've been trying to get to when Feng Xin's hand gently circles Mu Qing's wrist and prevents him from climbing up onto it.

Mu Qing turns with every intention of arguing, but looking up into those warm, honeyed eyes has him quieting in an instant. That smile—overflowing with loving warmth and devotion—should never be aimed at the likes of Mu Qing. His heart pounds in his chest, rattling incessantly in his ears, and despite his trepidation, he finds he can't possibly tear himself away from Feng Xin again.

The fingers encircling his wrist loosen just enough to ghost over his palm and then his hand is being engulfed in both of Feng Xin's own large ones. He is squeezed firmly as if to remind him he is present in this moment and, unthinkingly, he tries to squeeze back. When Feng Xin speaks again, his voice is lower—hushed like the wind as it coaxes the gentle waves of the lake against the shore.

"The soft and quiet personal attendant of the crown prince out in the training yard after dark, practicing his sword forms with a broom… what a sight he was." Feng Xin laughs fondly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Mu Qing's face goes red in an instant. Well, there goes his ability to save any face; how humiliating.

"All that fire hidden away behind this elegant" Feng Xin leans forward, letting go of Mu Qing's hand so he can brush the backs of his fingers along his cheek instead, "and—frankly—criminally beautiful face." Mu Qing swallows as Feng Xin delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I was smitten from the very start—I was just fucking stupid about it for several centuries."

They've already talked about such things when Feng Xin originally asked to court Mu Qing all those months ago, so Mu Qing can't possibly understand why such an embarrassing topic needs to brought up yet again—

"So, yes," Feng Xin says decidedly, leading his hand to its rightful place at the small of Mu Qing's back—and Mu Qing lets him—"you are more than capable of walking along a rocky beach all on your own." Mu Qing takes a breath, feeling small and vulnerable in a way that makes him want to run, but he plants his feet firmly in the wet sand and keeps his face tilted up towards the beautiful southern sun.

"But you don't have to. I'm here now."

A sharp breath in through his nose—a shaky exhale puffed out between barely parted lips—Mu Qing is shivering and he can't stop. Feng Xin presses close, offering his other hand to Mu Qing as he grounds the man with a firm touch along his back.

"I offer to help because I care for you, I admire you, and I respect you, Mu Qing—and that's all." Feng Xin's smile widens as Mu Qing tentatively places his shaking hand onto Feng Xin's offered palm.

"No hidden agendas," Feng Xin whispers, giving Mu Qing's hand a reaffirming squeeze as he guides him up onto the rock. "No belief that you're less-than or undeserving. It's just out of love for you—plain and simple."

Mu Qing settles onto his bottom, scooting back a bit further onto the rock as he stares down at his one and only god—his friend—his Feng Xin. He wills his heart to calm, though he knows it's an impossible task, and stretches his hand out to Feng Xin before he can think better of it.

Feng Xin looks at the offered hand and then back up to Mu Qing's face, something tender and reverent shining in his eyes, and takes Mu Qing's hand without question.

"Plain and simple," Mu Qing repeats, pulling Feng Xin up onto the rock with him and finding he doesn't mind the way their hands stay linked even after Feng Xin has settled.

They spend the rest of the evening watching the sky change colors in the reflection of the lake—gentle kisses and soft breaths exchanged between them like a vow—and don't return to heaven until dawn.

just blocked all the bot followers :)

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I’m in love with mine but I don’t know to what extent because of the picture lol, but here’s what I got

I absolutely love Todo but this picture ain’t it 😂

I’m gunna tag anyone who wants to join cuz I’ve kind of been dead on this app for a while lol

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tagging: anyone who wants to play along!

I fucken finally found the post

Okay but imagine: AU where the Owl House is in the MCU and due to the multiverse breach, variants of Luz start appearing resulting in an army of Luz's from different timelines even dimensions with different goals and personalities but there's one thing that keeps them united, they all love Amity, except for that one Luz who has no idea who's Amity and unfortunately was jumped by a bunch of Luz's who said you don't trust a Luz who doesn't know who Amity is.

(For this one, I borrowed characters form AUs by @wiccsstuffs, @yogurthoopsart, and @moringmark...you can probably tell where this is going)

Into the Luz-verse

"What if she got kidnapped by the Emperor's Coven?!" Amity panicked as she, Gus, and Willow walked to the Owl House. "Or worse, what if she's sick and needs constant tender love and care!?"

"Then Eda will undoubtingly take care of her," Willow dryly told Amity, "Besides, don't you think you're overreacting? I mean, Luz missed one day of school. It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal! Luz loves school! She wouldn't miss it without reason!"

"She makes a good point."

"You're not helping, Gus!" Willow shouted.

"Sorry."

At long last, they made it to the familiar old house out in the woods, with the ever familiar annoying house demon guarding its front door.

"Hi, Luz's friends!" Hooty greeted the young witches, "What brings you here--"

"Is Luz alright!?" Amity cut to the chase.

"Oh, yeah, she's fine! All of them are, in fact!"

"You see, Amity? Luz is--" But Willow blinked, finally catching on to what Hooty said. "I'm sorry, did you say all of them?"

"Yepperoni! See for yourself."

Hooty then swung the door open, revealing...something no one would have expected.

Because inside the living room of the Owl House were eight versions of Luz Noceda, each with their unique outfit, style, and even features.

"...Did you wish really hard?" Willow asked Amity.

"Shut up."

"Friends!" shouted one Luz in a Hexide uniform. "And awesome girlfriend. What brings you here?"

"...You didn't show up to school, and we got worried," Gus explained, "Er, well, Amity got worried."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We've been dealing with a bit of an issue over here."

"Clearly," Willow nodded, "My question is...what are these...versions of you?"

"Well, it's like you said. They're versions of me. But from different universes. Pretty cool, right?"

"So cool..." Amity said, stupified.

"Titan's Elbow..." Willow muttered out of annoyance.

"And they're all totally different, too."

Luz pointed at a version of her sitting on the couch, arms crossed, expression indifferent, wearing a green jacket, ripped black jeans, and a red beanie with two strands of hair sticking out.

"That one's from a universe where everything's pretty much the same," Luz explained, "The only real difference is that everyone's, like, two or three years older and a lot ruder. I call her Hipster Luz."

"Up yours!" Hipster Luz growled, "I'm not a hipster."

"Then why are you dressed like one?"

"Ha. Great comeback, Pipsqueak. Now here's mine."

She then proceeded to give a crude gesture involving one of her fingers.

"Yeah, you see what I mean about the whole rude thing?" Luz Prime asked her friends. She then pointed at the Luz sitting next to Hipster Luz. "The one in the purple striped t-shirt and black jeans is Dark Luz."

"Hello!" Dark Luz waved.

"Why is she called Dark Luz?" Gus asked, "She doesn't seem that dark."

"I'm called that because, where I'm from, the Boiling Isles is in Hell!"

"Ok, yeah, that'll do it."

"You seem pretty chipper for someone who's, you know, in Hell," Willow pointed out.

"Eh, it's not like making a bad situation any worse is going to solve anything."

"...I oddly respect that."

"Ooh! Also, where I'm from, humans can do natural magic! Watch:"

Dark Luz then closed her eyes and clasped her hands. After concentrating really hard, a light yellow ora soon enveloped her hands. Once it dissipated, Dark Luz opened her palms, and a ball of light came out.

"Tada!"

"Woah!" Shouted one Luz in golden armor and a white cape as she ran up to Dark Luz. "How did you do that?! Also, can you PLEASE teach me that?!"

"Maybe."

"That's Golden Luz, by the way," Luz pointed out, "She comes from a universe where Emperor Belos raised her and made her a golden guard alongside Hunter."

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"It's not that big of a deal," Golden Luz brushed off the insanity of her origins. "Uncle Belos is actually pretty sweet...sometimes."

"Did you just say 'UNCLE?!'"

"Pretty sure Belos is the devil in my universe," Dark Luz said, ignoring Willow's outburst.

"Well, that's you're universe," Golden Luz argued, "As we can tell, people from different universes can have drastically different personalities. Like Hipster Luz."

"I'm not a hipster!"

"Or Swap Luz," she then pointed to a Luz in a black hoodie and orange hair. "She looks a lot like the rest of us. The only difference is that she basically has Amity's personality."

"Your versions of Amity," Swap Luz said, "To me, she's basically the same as all of you."

"And mine's definitely not like any of yours," Hipster Luz, "Seriously, if Fwippy is anything to go by, then the rest of you girls are all on easy street. Believe me when I say that the bite marks I got from that witch weren't exactly pleasing...Ok, some were. But most weren't."

"First off, gross. Second, don't call me 'Fwippy,' you Hipster!"

"Why is she called Fwippy, anyway?" Willow asked.

"Because of her ears," Luz Prime said, "When she gets embarrassed, they make a cute little fwip-fwip."

And it was then that Willow, Gus, and Amity noticed the pointy ears on Swap Luz.

"Wait, she's a witch?!" Willow exclaimed.

"Yup, that's why we call her Swap Luz," Luz Prime explained. "Not only is she and her Amity's personalities are swapped, but also their races. In Swap Luz's universe, she's is the witch, and Amity is the human. Isn't that neat?"

"But why do her ears go fwip-fwip?" Gus asked.

"Look, it's just a thing that witches do in my universe!" Swap Luz exasperatedly told him. "I don't understand why it's exclusive to mine, but it is! So don't judge me for it!"

And, because she felt a little embarrassed, Swap Luz's ears actually did a little fwip-fwip.

"Aw, that is cute!" Amity cooed, making the fwipping worse and forcing Swap Luz to pull her hood over her head.

"But why call her 'Swap Luz?'" Willow asked, "Why not call her something simpler like 'Witch Luz?'"

"Because there's already a 'Witch Luz.' And it's her."

Luz Prime pointed to a Luz in a purple cape with some of it covering the bottom half of her face and the rest of her attire looking similar to Luz's casual look but seeming like it came from the Boiling Isles.

"And why is--"

"Because I'm also a witch who came from the Boiling Isles," Witch Luz answered the question before it was asked. "Except my situation is that I'm trapped in the human world where I became what is basically a superhero that fights against monsters from my world while also trying to find a way back home."

"...That sounds awesome!" Gus exclaimed.

"Doesn't it!?" Luz Prime joined in, "I keep telling her that if her life was a series, I would absolutely binge it non-stop."

"And I still have no idea what that means," Witch Luz confessed. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only superhero here."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. There's also a version of me that's Spider-Man...somehow."

On cue, a Luz in white and purple spandex with pink webs hung upside from the ceiling, holding on to a strand of webbing.

"For the record, I'm not a Spider-Man, whoever that is," she said, "My name is La Arácnida."

"I thought you said your name was La Araña?"

"No, it's La Arácnida. La Araña is taken...apparenlty."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do."

"Well, what if La Arácnida is taken too?"

"Then I'm open to suggestions!"

"I have one last question," Gus raised his hand. "Who's that?"

He pointed over to one Luz in the corner, tied to a chair and looking very pouty.

"Oh, that's Evil Luz," Luz Prime simply said.

"I'm not evil!" Evil Luz protested, "Seriously, Golden Luz is raised by Emperor Belos! How is she not Evil Luz?!"

"Hey, Uncle Belos isn't evil!" Golden Luz defended, "Sure, he has a few sour spots, may or may not have abused Hunter, petrifies witches who don't join covens, kills palismans--Oh, my Titan, is Uncle Belos evil?"

"Yes!" everyone in the room responded.

"But the reason why Evil Luz is Evil Luz is simple," Luz told her friends, "You see, she comes from a universe where almost everything is the same except that it's a universe without Amity. Which is horrifying to think about. And when we told her all about you, guess what she said."

"All I said was that I didn't see the appeal!" Evil Luz exclaimed, "How does that make me evil?"

"It makes you a monster is what it does!" Swap Luz yelled at her. "How can you not see the appeal of someone so pure of heart?!"

"Again, that's your Amity," Hipster Luz pointed out. "Ours is actually a lot less pure. Especially mine."

"I don't know. Mine's a little nice, actually," said Dark Luz. "I even drew art of us as best friends the first day we met because she was nice to me."

"Look, I just don't understand it, alright?" Evil Luz spoke again, "I mean, don't get me wrong, looking at her, she's cute. But I don't know how Amity can be the irresistible goddess that most of you call her as."

"Because we have hearts, and you don't, you evil scourge!" Luz Prime yelled.

"I'm not evil!"

"What I still don't understand is how did all these...yous came here, Luz?" Willow questioned her best friend.

"You know as much as I do, to be honest," Luz Prime shrugged. "I was just about ready to head to school when, suddenly, all these versions of me started to appear out of nowhere inside the living room."

"If I had to wager a guess," said La Arácnida, "I'd say someone in the multiverse messed up really bad and caused a convergence of people from different worlds to show up at the same place in the same time."

"...But why is it all versions of you?" Willow asked, "And why was it all in this universe?"

"That's why I called it a guess, not an answer. I honestly have no idea."

"So...what now, then."

"Well, we figured we'd all hang out until one of us figure out a way to get all the Luzs back to their universes," Luz Prime said, "Seems to be going great so far. Eda's definitely into it."

"The more kids, the merrier, if you ask me," Eda said, bringing in a tray of drinks. "Who's thirsty?"

"I am!" responded all the Luzs.

"Can I have a straw for mine?" Evil Luz asked. "I'm kind of tied up at the moment, pun not intended.

"Of course," said Dark Luz, "Because, unlike you, we're not evil."

"I'M NOT EVIL!"

"Sure you're not."

OKAY I KNOW I JUST POSTED ART TODAY BUT

A VIDEO ANIMATION OF MINE THAT I PROGRAMMED DAYS AGO WAS PREMIERED TODAY FOR:

THE #3 ANNIVERSARY OF MY FNAF AU: "SPRINGTRAP AND AURORA REDEMPTION"

one day like today 3 years ago, I decided to do this silly simple thing which got to the big thing it is today !!

I suggest you to GIVE IT A SHOT!! doesn't last that long, but this animation took me so much effort so I'd appreciate a little support 🙏🙏🙏 enjoy !!

im finally back y'all hwaaarrghhhh

gonna open notifs & slowly reply everything, ty for ur patience 🫶✨

late announcement but ill be having a quarantine for a job certification till weekend 😞 in the meantime im sorry for the slowresp.. or late replies shdjdfj

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO IGNORE THS ON PURPOSEEEE 😭😭

Don’t worry he’s just sleeping

varigo cosplaying aziracrow <3

And here is Spider Vanitas and MJ Ventus

This took a lot of work

its really bad but i tried

when you tired af from kcon ny

Great job on the animation

I like your gacha Character

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

short animation test/practice

Fast.

Fast.

Sister of one of the worst racers of all time, Nitro. Most of the time he ends up in last place, or if he gets lucky he will end in third place.

As time passed some racers decided to retire. Thunder and Velocity, most known as "The Twins", gave place to new racers to join.

Green, Blue, Yellow.

Green;

Nitro. The slowest of the new addition. He never liked the idea of driving. He HATED it. But, he had to do it, why? because it was part of the game program. Either way, he didn't mind ending in last place, he was thankful the race was over.

Yellow;

Speed. If I had to describe him I would say. Average, he gets the job done. Known for ending in thrid place more often unless he experiences a mishap. Cheerful, thinks the races are just a "game".

Blue;

Fast. A try hard.

It was hard to even exist in that game. Why? Because she had an error in her code...

Her code mixed with one of the many NPCs on the stadium beanches, making her a "female".

when she was actually programed to be a "male" like the other racers.

Now, alive, she had to act like one of them, she had to. Unless she wanted to be left out by the others.

Always hating on herself for being different, cursing her existence, wishing that this was just a joke and she was actually a man, a man who could be acepted by the group, be happy.

To make things worse, she always ended up in second place. Every damn time. She had no chance to win. Turbo made it impossible to even get close to the finish line, with his wreckless driving. He had become her nemesis.

A reminder that she will never be able to have a chance to win in her "life". Forced by her code to always end in second place. Forced to be an error. Forced to get called names.

That time in her life was the worst, but, when she finally accepted it, she started to see herself in the mirror as unique. Accept the fact that she was a woman, and she shouldn't hate herself for that, she embraced that. Feeling proud by the fact that she was the only woman that was racing. That gave her a boost of confidence.

But, even with that, she still hated herself. This lead her to start with her bad habits, smoking before and after every race, drinking until passing out.

Remembering the good times when she didn't take racing so seriously, and she actually enjoyed driving. She even dated someone who treated her like a princess, a princess traped in a tower. Not allowed to leave or interact with someone else.

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This story doesn't end with a happy ending. She still races, drink until passing out and smokes day and night. Still searching for a reason to enjoy her existence.

But for now.

She has to

Follow the program.

I love Star Wars so much omg

He is like, “Hi I’m the Ice Emperor and you’re watching the Ninjago Channel.”

Hold on lemme just

❄✨ sprinkle some ice magic to your day ✨❄