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Just a little something, inspired by @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~
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Steve opened the door with his cheek full of sandwich. Unlike most people who have the sheriff on their stoop, he merely swallowed and went in for another bite. “Hey, sheriff. What’s going on?”
It took Steve too long to notice the shoebox in the man’s hands. His fingers lightly tapped on it until he glanced at it and decidedly stopped. “I don’t have any way of explaining things to you. All I know is that these should be with you. And. Uh...they refuse to be separated.”
Steve distantly wondered, Like magnets? in his mind as he accepted the box -
“Don’t open it out here,” Hopper warned. “Take them inside. Water, food, the works. Listen, this happened on the worst day because I gotta go. But you have my number.”
“Yeah, sure,” Steve answered by default, feeling supremely lost but not wanting to be an obstacle. If Hopper was delivering something in a shoebox that needed to be fed, how hard could it be?
He took the box to the kitchen and opened a cabinet for a plate with a tall brim. If it was chicks or something, they would need something they could drink out of without falling into...
Steve lifted the lid off the box and froze. He stared into alarmingly familiar brown eyes. If the past three years in Hawkins, Indiana hadn’t happened, he might’ve reacted badly, like flinching or yelling or something.
Now, though...he ventured a wary, “Hi?”
Perhaps if Hopper had given him a better description of what the box held, Steve would have thought of something cleverer to say to his tiny doppelganger. Because that’s exactly who he was seeing: a version of himself that was so small, he could fit on Steve’s palm, lying down.
The box was padded with a baby blanket on the bottom, and two plushies on either side, protecting the little ones - because there were two, Steve was realizing in staggered terror. Hopper had clearly stolen his secretary’s handkerchiefs and used a safety pin to toga-wrap them for some kind of clothing.
The little Steve sat down right on the other little one, who lay in a fetal position on the blanket. Big Steve realized all at once that the small one was glaring at him.
“I won’t hurt your friend,” he immediately softened. “Sorry, my name’s Steve.”
“My name’s Steve!”
Big Steve’s mouth hung, thoroughly at a loss for words. Well, they’re not babies...
Then he recovered, “That’s great! We’re the Steves. Is it okay that I get you some water and food? Is your friend okay?”
The large head underneath little Steve’s protective stance swiveled to point teary, but bright blue eyes at him. Once again, Steve felt like his brain just couldn’t keep up and hadn’t noticed in time that the other one’s hair was blond. Oh no...
Little Steve lowered to the blanket to huddle close to the other one. Maybe he thought he was whispering, but Steve heard clearly, “Biwwy? Food?”
Big Steve swallowed but kept his voice level and kind. They refuse to be separated.
“Billy? Do you know what your favorite food is?”
A single Fruit Loop would fill these guys up...
For all of the fear that Billy’s body language carried, his eyes were resilient and his bottom lip pushed up in a pathetic - and adorable - whimper. “Em nn Ms.”
“M&M’s?” Steve reiterated as he quickly ran through his memory of the fridge and pantry. He couldn’t imagine that the sheriff station had a lot of options “Coming right up. Are you two warm enough?”
“We’wre naked, dumb ass!”
“Wow,” Steve croaked as he hid the original water dish in the sink and went for the shot glasses. “You really remind me of someone.”
With the electric kettle, he warmed up some water with honey and set the glass in the box. “Be gentle, okay? It’s a little hot but you need to drink some water and it will keep you warm. We’ll work on getting you guys clothes later.”
“Biwwy wants emm and emms!” little Steve shouted, his voice cracking a little.
Steve put his elbows on the counter to be more on their level. “I know, but I need an extra minute. Don’t strain your voice. I can hear you really well, I promise.”
Delicate slurping filled the air as he ripped open an M&M’s package and cut through the peanuts before it occurred to him that people have nut allergies. “Do you two happen to have any allergies?”
Billy answered, “Awergic to people bein’ pokey!”
Steve inhaled for patience. “Do you like chocolate M&M’s or peanut M&M’s?”
“The rwed ones!”
“Okay, but is there something crunchy in the middle or not?”
“Why wouldn’t there be?”
Steve finished cutting a couple of candies in half and set them next to the shot glass. Billy chomped contently over the candies while Steve cracked an egg into a bowl and got a pan onto the stove. The glass chiming of the whisk made two heads perk up over the edge of the box, using one of the plushes as a stepladder. “Steve?”
He looked at his smaller version. “Yeah?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m making a scrambled egg for us. You need more than M&M’s to keep that hair shiny.”
Tiny hands sandwiched his head as he considered that, but little Billy scrutinized him with lips pressed into a discontent line. “Are scwambled eggs good?”
“They’re my favorite.”
Billy looked at the smaller Steve as if both Steves were one and the same. Then he waved a little hand in the air, summoning. “Pick me up! I wanna see.”
“Hang on, hang on, the stove is too hot to risk you getting too close. I’ll move the box. Hang on tight.”
Ever so gently, Steve grasped the box and picked them up to set them on the counter beside the stove. The small Billy and Steve didn’t hang onto the box, though. They put their arms around each other, and held onto Steve’s thumbs hooked on the edge of the box.
The living heat radiating from those little hands into Steve’s skin made his heart break and stitch itself back up at the same time. All at once, these two...humans? Creatures? Were very real, and Steve was in very deep shit.
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off in some alternative universe theres a cosmic office comedy with some romantic undertones taking place
#adventure time#fionna and cake#prismo the wishmaster#scarab the god auditor#cosmic owl#prohibitedwish#cosmic owl is the type 2 shove handfulls of cutlery and sauce packets in his pockets at a restaurant just so he doesnt have to buy any#cosmic diner my beloved#cosmic office romcom#this is such a nothing au but it means the world to me#theyre all late 30s newly employed and overworked at their job but they manage
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Touchy subject
"The 501st was one of the best legions during the war. I've lost a lot of good men over the years - some of them would have given even you Mandos a run for your credits. And my general... My general was a good man too, but that's enough of that, I thought you were too old for bedtime stories by now."
Din just tried to figure out what the colour of the clones' armor paint meant, and why he's never heard Rex mention his CO during all the wartime stories and lectures; whereas he's already got to meet Wolffe and his general and even heard Cody mention his every once in a blue moon. (Special thanks to @witchydom for helping with the "dialogue" :3)
The rest of my Star Wars meets Hades AU project is here
I'll take a bit of your time to give a bit of an explanation why I decided to put Rex in Skelly's spot:
During a playthrough when I was looking for screenshots to use as backgrounds the first thing that greeted me was Zagreus calling Skelly "Captain" upon entering the armoury, or whatever that chamber is called. And that really decided it, let's be honest. Rex is Captain, and that is the Captain's spot. End of story.
Reading "still got it" by qigiined even before I got into watching TCW was such a personality defining experience (seriously, this fic lives forever rent free in my brain), that I really had no other option but to put the few clones that I'm willing to work into this AU somewhere around home base (the covert) - so you can guess where Cody and Wolffe are situated. Or will be, hopefully soon enough. Rex needs to be able to hang out with Cody, that's just how it is. (Rebels and TBB canon who?)
Rex deserves to teach some uppity Mando bounty hunters and other warriors who think too much of themselves a few lessons in humility and some crafty tricks. I think it would be very good for him.
As a throwaway note since we are already under the read more section, I've been thinking about sigils and keepsakes (trinkets) and cthonic companions (I know that over a year ago I inaccurately but very self indulgently designed one for Din, Boba and Cobb, that is not the point now) and while Cody can have one shaped like Boga, and Wolffe can obviously get a stuffed loth wolf (and Bo-Katan a very squishy owl)... I have no idea what shaped companion Rex could have. If anyone has any suggestions and would love to share it with me, I'd be very grateful!
#captain rex#rex#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#tcw fanart#sw tcw#my art#hades au#star wars fanart#old man rex#star wars rebels#sw rebels#I grew to love his beard so much I cannot believe it#these two gave me so much grief but in the end I think I managed to pull them together#old man rex somewhat even looks like boba too which makes me really relieved I'm not gonna lie#but also boba looks so messy in comparison to these later drawings when I actually know what I'm doing orz#also new pocket rex look at him!#but not too closely please he is a little sketchy
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Fellow's hair is very round and fluffy, with frayed edges like a curtain. You're drawing him way too pointy
ooh, "frayed edges" is a really good way to put it, thank you! and I think I get what you mean; his hair has much more of a, like, downward slope/arc and lots of little fluffy edges. I was bringing too much 80s glam rock into it. :') and also his ears are angled way more. hmm.
still thinking about the best way to draw him, but the way this event is going, I'm probably going to end up drawing these dorks a lot anyway! they're just fun!
+ bonus Gidel, his hair is spikier but I think I was having the same problems with him 😭
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#twst au where everything is the same except they're all bald and have big pockets that they keep their hands in 100% of the time#i've made fanart easier but at what cost
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Dp x Dc AU: Danny and Tim are twins- And Vlad is the first to figure this out in his attempts to get DavlCo a new investor.
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Tim was getting the creeps from this guy. It was as if the room got colder, the seconds got longer and the room's shadows moved to their own volition. He stared Tim down less like 'You punk kid' and more like 'You'll be mine' in a way that Tim didn't appreciate. At all.
The guy kept setting meetings up despite Tim's direct insistance that Wayne Enterprises would never touch DalvCo- not with a ten foot pole or for all the money in the world. Some how Tim's board of directors kept getting swindled by the guy and... therefore more meetings. More looks from this guy that made him want to crawl out of his skin.
Vlad asked him if he ever went by Timothy- Tim couldn't reply "that's not my name" fast enough. It apparently inspired the guy somehow. More meetings that Tim can't reject because of board members pop up.
It's been long determined that Jason doesn't get involved with Wayne Enterprises, but after the Uncle and a few other paid-actor solutions go up in flames- Tim decides to call up his older brother to act as a bodyguard and tell this guy to fuck off for the final time.
Jason apparently also gets the Heebee-jeebies from this asshole but his message is loud and clear to Vlad. There's a flash of green and then all of sudden it's just Tim and Jason in the room... Only Jason isn't acting like himself.
Putting it together- Tim reaches for his contingency F stash of Knock out gas and doses Jason. Vlad doesn't re-appear so Tim assumes that to mean that he'll be trapped in Jason's person until Jason wakes up.
Walking out of the meeting room with his bus of a brother over his shoulders- Tim quickly asks Tam to reach out to Vlad's Emergency contact. Surely there is someone in this man's company willing to explain what the fuck Vlad was trying to pull. Tim theoretically can keep Jason drugged asleep for a long time- surely that threat can get him somewhere.
The day drags on as Tim continues to keep Jason unconscious and eventually Tam lets him know that someone is here for Vlad. She says it with the addition of one of their codes- He mentally prepares himself for the worst and then... His doppleganger walks through the door? What the fuck?
Tim and Danny puzzle about one another for a little too long and Jason wakes up- Vlad pops out immediately. A shouting match between Danny and Vlad commences and...
"Man I knew our family had unresolved issues but seriously what the fuck has your clone dealing with?" Jason asks, as though he could watch this all day with pop corn.
"You made more clones?!" Danny screamed at Vlad who's only response is "Not this one! This one is actually polite!"
"Fuck you!" Tim and Danny reply in tandem.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc crossover#dp crossover#long post#tim and danny are twins au#twins au#tim is co-ceo of wayne enterprises and has too much shit that he puts up with because his board doesn't respect him#danny shows up and wants to conceal being a ghost for as long as possible but fucking vlad already possessed some fuckin guy#vlads plan is to abduct and adopt tim#vlad sees the resemblance immediately but when he asks tim the name question tims answer basically confirms it to him lol#jason is collateral damage here and is willing to throw down because of it#jason immediately being like 'oh look its a version of you i havent traumatized yet. i should not fuck up this one.'#jason danny and tim bonding over hating vlad actually brings danny into the family fold#he still lives in amity but now he has unlimited pocket change and a family that acts suspiciously like they're hiding being vigilantes
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Power of the sun in the palm of my hand
#he pulls out a tiny dream from his pocket for he is a tiny sunshine#alternatively the boys exploded the castle and he is about to whoop some ass#arts4life#undertale#utmv au#utmv#undertale fanart#nightmare sans fanart#dreamtale#dreamtale nightmare#undertale multiverse#utmv fanart#sans au#nightmare sans#nightmare!sans#nm sans#bad sanses#ut au
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why dont u just replace him leon
dbh au
#ethan winters#leon kennedy#lethan#resident evil#rebhfun#resident evil fanart#dbh au#leon spending thousands of dollars on this one andriod#also i like to think that ethans beauty mark is actually a defect that was made during production#and hes the only one of his models that have it#they try to replace ethan without telling leon but he knows right away and freaks out#tw blood#i think?#he has to pay out of pocket becuase his department isnt willing to pay for repairs and would rather trash ethan#leon is very against that
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(windows startup effect) software downgrade complete
'ere we go! WA HOO (jumps into black hole)
If you wanna reply with any trash you wanna see in the background in the next update, which should hopefully be up tommorow :D
previous part ----- part three ------ next part
#bad end ninja turtles#tmnt au#tmnt fanart#2012 donnie#robo donnie is impossible to draw#robo donnie#future tmnt#mutant apocalypse#rock an roll buckaroo (undeads your turtle)#you guys have no idea how much shit I got in my pocket lmao
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I found some old sketches that I thought I should Draw them out✨
I wasn't sure where I was going with this, cuz I didn't write anything down. I think I wanted to do a little mini-fic but I'd never made one before, so I thought "if I sketch it out first I'd probably have an idea" but never finished. It was supposed to be a sad fic. anyways Here you go💙
Oh, poor secondhand pocket Monkie😭
Time for something cute again
✨🙏Praise the Chonk🙌✨😚
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#lmk#six eared macaque#doodle#macaque#peaches#pocket monkie au#AU#Old sketches I found and Drew out
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n has a sensitive neck: the headcanon, now revealed to the world. anyway, some extras.
#tiny n au#i think? i dunno i like this tiny lil guy#no thoughts only feelings#murder drones#murder drones n#murder drones uzi#she's probably holding him up to tessa after she asked where n is#he was snoozing in uzi's pocket#OH MY GOD TESSA REACTING TO TINY N *puts that in my to-draw list*#zeisty’s goofs
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Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁
~ Part 6 ~
~ on ao3 ~
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Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.
“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”
“Bwing the hat!”
“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.
Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”
“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”
“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.
“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”
Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.
Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”
Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”
Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”
However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”
“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.
“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”
“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.
Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”
“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”
Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”
“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.
Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”
Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”
“Spicy!” Billy demanded.
Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.
“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”
“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.
As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.
Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”
Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”
Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”
“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”
“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.
Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”
They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.
A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”
The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”
Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”
Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”
“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -
“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.
Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”
“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”
Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”
Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”
Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”
“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.
Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”
The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.
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NEW OC..
Basically, extra sassy rick adopts traumatized morty and forces him to work alongside his universal side-gigs and patch-ups.
#grr im cringe#rick sanchez#rick and morty#r&m fanart#r&m#rick sanchez oc#rick and morty oc#c-169#rick c-169#fashion rick#fashion assistant morty#morty smith#pocket mortys#morty#rick and morty au#rick and morty art#rick and morty fanart#rick and morty fandom#oh yeah if that isnt clear he doesnt have his own morty. might make a beth or jerry and summer for him too#rick n morty#fashion rick is not ANY better he will use his family for financial benefit (if i do make them)#i also just kind of wanted to make a more.. effiminate rick? if that makes sense#c-137 totally has a shit ton of insults for c-169 from “oh theres rick joestar”to “70's eyestrain rick and his lipstick”to “Tumblrized rick”#c-169 is actually considered a pretty trashy rick version#im still indesisive over mortys design..its meant to be scenecore a little bit but it might be misleading to who he really is..#so i might change it#c-169 certainly uses his scientific knowledge to drag morty to whatever makes his perfume smell better or a makeup that could slowly gnaw at#some kind of population#rant#hyperfixation
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new digs... 2!!!
from chapter 18 of frequency
#my art#dc#thad thawne#thaddeus thawne#inertia#frequency fic#too many thads au#may tool around w this some more#particularly the lil belt bag design#i think he would be drawn to the practicality of pockets#and the absolute impracticality of a cool hood#in a perfect world id figure out how to streamline the design better#bc my animation brain looks at this and goes HELL HELL HELL#but im giving it a pass by comparing it to some other modern comic costume designs which are arguably more complex idk#anyway look at my boy hes finally got an outfit
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A very young Narinder and a young Lamb + first sketch of wedding clothes + freshly sheared Lamb
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Both chosen to wear the red crown when their lives were just beginning...
I like the idea of Narinder wearing the veil at the ceremony, you know, for the memories, but I have to make many changes in the wardrobe, I am not satisfied.
It is assumed that when the wool is in its normal state it covers part of the shoulders, chest and falls on one of its legs. Being freshly sheared, you can see more of the shape of the body (which I didn't really draw as I wanted because my hand refused to cooperate). During this time I think it is convenient for them to use accessories or something that covers the Lamb to avoid looks from heretics who don't know who they are messing with, it is also useful to avoid dirt and it is interchangeable!
#(there are still more of these in my pocket)#cotl#ane doodles yay!#cotl narinder#cotl the lamb#narilamb#ane sketchbook#Chain for a promise AU#CFP au
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Following you just for Haruno Higashikata, absolutely amazing 10/10 au, already attached
thank you! here’s some guys for u
#haruno higashikata au#giorno giovanna#josuke higashikata#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jjba#did christmas colors on accident lol#u know that part in diu where josuke just takes a pen right out of jotaros pocket?#thats what its like in the higashikata household#nothing is safe#orphe’s art
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Senhoras e senhores, uma grande salva de palmas para Sombra! ~
Sombra is a character from Ghost in the Machine AU; once a DCA animatronic from the plex in Rio he has long been savouring his freedom from Fazco, a freedom he will protect at any cost.
#Sombra#gitm au#ghost in the machine au#oops I tripped and he fell out my pocket#this guys wont make an appearance in fic for a while yet#but please enjoy his art nonetheless#ghost in the machine#qwilledraws
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