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samwise1548 · 7 months

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I was reading a lot of "Jon turns into a cat" fics recently and realized that no one has given Martin the opportunity to take feline form yet! So I'm granting him the privilege myself :)

[ID: Four sequential drawings of Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat white man with short ginger hair, round glasses, and wearing a sweater.

Image 1) Martin reaches for a purple book sat on a surface in front of him. Curiously, he says "What's this?"

Image 2) The book cover is visible to the viewer now, where it was cut off from the frame in the previous drawing. On it is some text that reads "Nine Miserable Lives" where the first word is written in blocky text, and the last word is written in a white, cursive font. There is also an image of a cat in the cover. It is tall and glaring at the viewer. Martin, offscreen comments "Cute cat."

Image 3) A full landscape shot showing a bit of the archives stacks in the background. Up front, Martin stands next to a desk and has the cat book now open in his hands. He exclaims "Oh, wait. This has Leitner's name in it!"

Image 4) The same image, except where Martin was once standing there is now a fluffy, orange cat revealed behind a puff of smoke. The cat seems shocked.

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#there will be more parts to come #once i find time to draw again #ive got IDEAS for this au hehe #wait what to call it....#cat martin au #meowrtin au #cant decide rn. ill figure it out later #tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #my art #its been a hot minute since i made actual art let alone a comic #hopefully this looks alright??

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ohno-the-sun · 8 months

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OoOooo opening up commissions! Exciting but also nerve wracking haha

All drawings will be fully rendered, color or black and white whatever you prefer. Feel free to specify what style you'd like, just try to make sure it is one I have done before in the past.

Down to do humans and robots but I'm so sorry I'm really bad at drawing furries 😭

Also no NSFW

If you are unsure about the background price feel free to DM me!

Please have a description or reference ready of the character you'd like. Price is per character minus background so if you want two torsos with a simple background it would be $30+$30+$5= $65

I accept payment via Kofi or Paypal

#sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #also kinda love how the commision sheet came out he looks so dapper #Its been a hot minute since I've done commissions and I'm probably gonna mess something up #reason why ive opened up so few slots #OooOOoo you want a commission from me so bad #jk jk #I know financial situation is not the best rn so if people feel like they cant get this rn that's alright #commission #my art

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shad0w-elemental · 1 month

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A familiar stranger...

My entry for the 'Steel & Mirrors' 11 Year Anniversary contest

After Aoi's reveal at PAX, I knew I wanted to do a piece involving Proto-Mesa and what I think she might look like. Then the inspiration I got from the prompt was too good to pass up

Happy 11 Years of Warframe!

#warframe #warframe fanart #warframe mesa #warframe proto-mesa #this one came down to the wire due to personal stuff #but im glad i was able to finish it in time #AND im really happy with how it turned out #its been a hot minute since ive done a piece in low-light with extreme lighting #but its always satisfying to look at once all the rendering is done #my art

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doom-dreaming · 9 months

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I love finding wild screenshots on Halopedia.

No one is looking in the same direction. Linda is staring directly at the camera like some sort of armored cryptid.

#this is on cortana's article i think #or the halo 5 one #it's just so funny to me #it's been a hot minute since i played halo 5 #so this is probably when cortana is doing something villainous #and they're all looking around like 'oh no'#halo #halo 5

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originalaccountname · 1 month

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can i ask about the chuuya related stuff on the bingo?

(also hasn’t the chuuyas OG ability theory already been proven in sb or am i remembering it wrong)

the bingo

The bingo was made as a compilation of theories/speculations me and @videogamelover99 discussed! I may answer most of them

The "Chuuya's original ability" was included because while I fully believe in it being true and as the author intended, some people do not. It was included in the bingo as "perhaps it will be of use later", with very low expectations.

Chuuya owes Ango for something, as he said so in both Dead Apple and Gaiden (but refuses to provide context). The whole debt thing is probably in reference to the irl authors' shared history; they drank together and fought and stuff, I forget all the details. Sadly it's been too long since we came up with this specific bingo and I forgot what this one was. All I could find again was "Chuuya's debt to Ango was about getting records of his friends that died in DHC", so I guess it was about Chuuya asking Ango, who was at the time cataloguing all the dead PM members' identities so they wouldn't become numbers on a list, something about the friends he had just lost.

"Mori being behind Arahabaki", "Chuuya turning on Mori" and "Mori and Chuuya's real dad were pals" are all ideas that bounced off each other, but could happen independently. They came from this instagram post about the origin of irl Chuuya's name. irl Chuuya's father was a doctor in the army that worked under irl Mori (see the instagram post); plus, another man that worked under Mori with him was a certain Nakamura. He could be the inspiration behind SB's professor N.

bsd Mori had a leading role during the war on how to use abilities as weapons, his pet project being the Immortal Regimen with Yosano. At the same time, N was responsible for Project Arahabaki, the study of singularities to be used as weapons. That their paths never crossed would be very surprising, their fields being so similar. From that one photograph of kid Chuuya in SB, we can see that N knew Chuuya before being in the lab, and the epilogue revealed Chuuya's dad to be an ex-military doctor. Bringing back the Mori-Nakahara-Nakamura trio from earlier, it seems likely they would all know each other on some level (though, with bsd's habit of inverting dynamics, Mori probably wouldn't be everyone's boss here).

From there, our theories split: Vee envisioned a situation where Mori was the one to point Chuuya out to N through their shared connection, making the project take form (as the initial ability to create a singularity was hard to find), while I preferred a scenario where Mori knew about N's ideas, but was busy with his own stuff. They both result in Mori seeing the King of the Sheep in Yokohama with his gravity manipulation almost a decade later and going "HUH."

Chuuya turning on Mori could happen in a few different ways, but it was originally meant to be a response to Chuuya finding out about Mori's relative implication with project Arahabaki. But, no matter the shape it could take, it would need to come from broken trust between them, much like Dazai's was with Oda's sacrifice.

#here you go!#you can probably find all of these if you look on vee's blog but i don't want to do it myself because it takes too long #i hope i got it all right... it's been a hot minute since we discussed these #so much has changed #ask answered #apparently i talk sometimes #long post #?

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ourhouseishaunted · 1 year

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woe. chronica ass be upon ye

I really liked this sequence and i wanted to see if i could capture the color vibes i got from it. debatable whether i succeeded but if i work on this anymore i will Cry

original page under the cut

#chronica #trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #did this as an experement to see if i remembered how colors work in the Hot Minute its been since ive done them digitally.#i dont. think i have #trigun spoilers #kinda. if you can glean anything #eyestrain #body horror #<-maybe??? idk #n e ways i cant look at this anymore just take it #does this count as nsfw??#idk someone let me know if i should tag that #my art #.txt

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lovelikedestiny · 1 year

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Just some humor and romance with our immortal idiots as a little treat before the weekend💕

“Your eyes look like stones.”

This phrase on itself isn’t something Nicolo would consider as an intelligent observation and certainly isn’t proud of, and the way he says it aggravates the embarrassing situation tremendously: blurting it out like the words could burn his mouth if they stayed in a second longer, so sudden that he startles Yusuf who was drawing peacefully in front of the fireplace until now.

Until Nicolo ruined the relaxed ambience.

Instantly, Nicolo wants to take back every word he has ever said but although he cannot die, the power of turning back time isn’t part of his gift. Unfortunately.

Yusuf blinks perplexed, restless fingers stopping in motion. “I beg your pardon?” He says confused and Nicolo wants God to strike him down with a lightning or the earth to swallow him whole as his face starts to burn suspiciously.

And because his brain shortcuts, leaving him helpless on his own, and Nicolo has the ability to get himself into a right mess, he repeats his remark in a voice not sounding tender or gentle but direct and weirdly loud. “Your eyes look like stones.”

“Oh…” Something closely resembling disillusionment erases a spark in Yusuf’s endless night skies and Nicolo thinks he can detect a hint of disappointment in his tone which is more than he can bear. “Uh…I suppose I should thank you for…that?”

Before Nicolo can work up the courage to explain his hugely failed attempt, he turns back to his drawing, brushstrokes somehow more sloppy than before. Any trace of boldness Nicolo had left dies in his throat.

Because his effort to compliment Yusuf’s magnificent eyes has gone badly wrong.

Clenching his fists at his stupidity and incapability to do something right for once and weave colorful metaphors like Yusuf, Nicolo leaves their cabin. Seeking comfort in the presence of their goats, he vents his annoyance while petting their he-goat. “Why is it so hard for me to do one thing right? Just one thing?”

He waits in vain for advice from his furry companions.

Truth is, Yusuf is always the one forming breathtaking pictures not only with paint but with his captivating words too. With his voice, his facial expressions, his eyes, with his whole being, Yusuf is the definition of passion and creation.

He compares Nicolo’s eyes to a reflection of the moon on a motionless lake or shards of sea glass, having trapped the stunning forces of nature inside their fragile heart.

He shows Nicolo eagerly the sketches he made of him every time he has captured him in simple charcoal when he was cooking, goat milking or only daydreaming, in such a way that Nicolo dares to think of himself as…average looking. Because Yusuf manages to turn his flaws - the too big eyes or his huge nose or his large mouth, not able to smile even - into some kind of charm.

He compliments Nicolo nearly every day, so often in fact that Nicolo has no idea how to behave whenever Yusuf tells him how his laugh lights up his face or his facial structure is a perfect replica of an ancient marble statue. Or “He is the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. He is the kindness that treats the wound the world has caused me when it has shown its worst again.”

The delicate thing that has evolved between them out of their hardly won truce transformed into a cautious friendship is still fresh and Nicolo finds himself wondering at night, as they lie tightly embraced in bed after a weirdly chaste kiss or another new gesture of an affection that has just started to grow, how he has deserved such a man after all he had done.

After all he had done during the Crusades…after all he had done to his former enemy.

In his first life, Nicolo had always been called verbally clumsy and straightforward; missing elegance in his pattern of speech. He had trouble learning to read, each day staying behind to finish his studies, being the last one of his monastery all the time.

This - the impulse to tell Yusuf how gorgeous he is in Nicolo’s eyes - is new terrain to him, tingling with excitement and worrying by extreme nervousness. Having blown his chance at the first try feels like a heavy stone in his stomach.

No-good, they had named him because he sometimes took longer to comprehend things. Failure, disaster, fool.

He feels like an utter fool now too.

With a groan of embarrassment he buries his head in his hands, tearing at his hair, surrounded by the goats’ pitiful bleating.

Yusuf and he don’t talk much after the…incident, spending their days and nights in the ordinary routine they had acquired themselves but the existing silence between them isn’t comfortable anymore.

It is Nicolo’s fault and he doesn’t know how to fix things, fearing to destroy them further.

On the sixth day he finally takes heart because he cannot endure another night in awkward tension.

“Thank you for the delicious meal,” Yusuf says smiling after dinner, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and stands to gather the used dishes.

Nicolo stops him by placing a hand on his strong forearm, enjoying the body heat seeping into his own skin as if he had been cold before. “Wait!” A swallow, a withdrawal of his hand when Yusuf freezes in motion. “Please,” he adds pleadingly.

But the crucial factor that leads Yusuf to settle back down on his chair appears to be Nicolo’s anxiously trembling hand on the table he hides a second too late in his lap.

“Is everything alright?” Yusuf wants to know and Nicolo is almost close to crying because Yusuf suddenly seems highly concerned for Nicolo himself. When he isn’t answering Yusuf reaches over the wooden table top, unusually self-conscious in the way he presents the palm of his hand, offering the support of a simple touch. “Nicolo? Did something happen on the market today? Or is it something I s…”

“I’m sorry,” Nicolo bursts out, interrupting Yusuf mid sentence, and bites his tongue inwardly cursing right after due to his lack of finesse in conversing. “Oh my…why am I doing that?” He coughs flustered, suppressing the flight instinct constantly growing inside him. “I’m incredibly sorry, Yusuf. You did nothing wrong, believe me. You’ve been perfect and caring and kind and I want to deeply apologize to you because I screwed up.”

“Apologize for what?” Yusuf inquires, knitting his eyebrows so they form one dark line. “Nicolo, your behavior unsettles me. What is the matter?”

When he leans forward, Nicolo holds his breath, releasing the air only after Yusuf’s slim artist fingers stroke his cheek, calming yet still asking for an explanation of Nicolo’s edginess.

Faced with Yusuf’s obvious concern and the wish to relieve Nicolo of whatever burden he is carrying on his shoulders, he decides to be honest - simple solutions often prove to be the most effective ones.

“For offending you with my blunt remark.” Putting all of his eggs into one basket, he takes hold of Yusuf’s hand, slowly interlacing their fingers until their palms are slotted together like two pieces of a puzzle. “I didn’t mean to compare your eyes with stones and it pains me to know I hurt you with my inept words, even though you didn’t let it show.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” Yusuf astonishingly assures him after a moment of consideration, and squeezes his hand as Nicolo grimaces skeptically. “I guarantee you, you didn’t offend me. Was it unexpected what you said? Yes. Did it surprise me? Absolutely. But you didn’t upset me.”

Puzzled, Nicolo scrunches up his nose. “Then why were you so quiet? I couldn’t think of anything else than that I wounded you with my words and induced your disappointment.”

Yusuf smiles slightly at that, finally igniting the familiar spark in the two endless depths. “The only reason why I wasn’t myself the last few days was because I was incapable of figuring out what you wanted to tell me. I’ve heard and used a lot of stylistic devices but your phrase was a riddle I couldn’t solve. What did you allude to?”

To Nicolo’s amazement Yusuf really just seems to be curious about it and he is crushed by a wave of relief. “Your eyes look like stones. I wonder what you were referring t…?”

“I love your eyes,” Nicolo cuts him off for the second time this evening and Yusuf suddenly makes a wheezing sound, hand getting limp in Nicolo’s own.

“What?” It’s almost funny how stunned Yusuf stares at him, lips slightly parted, except it’s not because Nicolo’s heart is beating so fast it hurts and he is sweating and maybe he is getting nauseous.

“I love your eyes.” It is a dry rasp and his throat clicks loudly when he gulps. “I love your eyes, Yusuf.” He reiterates quieter, whispers it like a prayer in the hope of voicing the amount of devotion he feels for Yusuf, filling every single inch of his body. “Your eyes are so much more than stones and undoubtedly not so dull.”

Yusuf continues to speechlessly gaze at him, so Nicolo proceeds getting it all out of his system. “I love your eyes, is what I wanted to express with my pathetic phrase.” Following a sharp impulse he gets up to kneel beside Yusuf, not letting go of their interlocked hands for one second. “Your eyes are warmth: like sun-kissed wood and the glimmer of a safety promising hearth fire. Your eyes brim with raw, pure life and whenever you spot something you like they begin to glow with joy, so vivid I can taste your delight as if it were my own.”

At that, Yusuf tries to say something but all that leaves his mouth is a choked gasp and Nicolo has to laugh, more hysterically than anything else. “I can see infinite night skies in your eyes, beholding every opportunity you’ve gifted me with thanks to your benevolence of reaching out a hand to me after I had killed your people and raided your home. Your eyes are obsidian containing stars and I love them…” Nicolo’s lips curve into a barely visible smile, a bit unsteady in the corners due to the emotions overwhelming him. “...because I love you.”

He hasn’t even time to process that he eventually had the guts to tell Yusuf what went through his head days ago when his attempt on poetry didn’t work out as planned as Yusuf grabs the front of his shirt and nothing but reels him in.

Their mouths collide, clashing, but considering that Nicolo is being kissed by the man he loves and hangs on for dear life, doing his best to kiss him back just as feral, he couldn’t care less.

Yusuf cups his face as they part, both breathing heavily. “”Next time you’re going to be poetic, give me a little warning, okay?”

Nicolo giggles wetly. “I only did what you do to me every day.”

“How else am I supposed to show you how much I love you?” Yusuf says affectionately and Nicolo thinks he might die then and there.

“You love me?”

“Every day a little more, ya amar.” His beloved places another kiss on Nicolo’s lips, and another on his cheek, on his nose, on his forehead, covering his entire face with his lips. “Every second a little more.”

Almost a millennium later, Joe - dozing on their blanket amidst thousands of flowers, shining colorful in the afternoon sun - cracks an eye open and Nicky doesn’t even have to see his face to know about the mischievous grin having appeared in his beard. “What was the poetic declaration you used centuries ago in order to woo me? I’m afraid I cannot recall it. Was it something with stones by chance?”

Nicky merely shifts his weight and turns a page of his book, not making the effort of sparing him a glance. “You are the love of my life, Joe, but shut up.”

#it's been a hot minute since I've posted some newly written stuff so I'm nervous af #the old guard #fanfiction #fanfic #ficlet #tog #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe #nicky #joe x nicky #yusuf x nicolo #immortal husbands #immortal idiots in love #kaysanova #some humor #attempt at poetry #love speeches #Nicky probably centuries ago: Yusuf is so romantic I have to compliment him and his beauty #YoUR EyES LoOk LIke StONES #Joe probably centuries ago too: I wonder what Nicolo wants to tell me with that #*insert image of Nicolo hiding in their flock of goats trying to overcome this humiliating attempt of impressing Yusuf with #his weird-ass compliment #face burning bright red #replaying his words every night in his head dying a little more inside every time #while Yusuf is just like #What an intriguing metaphor #a riddle waiting to be solved #a word puzzle meant to sharpen my mind

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