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They deserved a beach episode
thinking about them going on normal little adventures :')
Okay but like why is this accurate to how they act
NOT IN A SHIP CONTEXT BTW
Also if you reblog this please don't tag this as Beetlebabes or Beetlelyds since the artist who posted this doesn't want it tagged as ship or seen as ship art.
Let's always remember to respect the artists who post fanart.
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Note for OP if you want me to delete this from my blog send me a PM and I'll take it down.
She’ll be okay cuz he’s still not corporeal and can’t even touch her
Tag this as ship and I’ll block u
I know Frisk and Chara being non-binary is popular and widely accepted, but I personally headcanon them as gender-fluid!
Happy Pride month, y’all! I’m gonna take on a drawing challenge of drawing and posting a lot more this month! Stay safe and have a great month!
Just a sweet wholesome art of these two (or rather three) because why not. Witch’s heart is a great game and I honestly love it. Expect more art of it from me in the future!!
Oh! And also, I thought I’d try my hand a lil but of writing, so please enjoy. Apologies if it’s OOC in any way.
“I’ll keep you company while you study!” Claire had said with a bright smile. It was a sweet offer, and while he’d said she would probably find it boring, she still tagged along. He had to give her that.
However, he was only a bit surprised when he felt a weight fall on his shoulder. A head of blue hair ruffled against turquoise fabric. Ashe paused at the soft smile on her face. The similarities just continued to rear their heads. That soft smile brought back far too many memories.
Thinking harder as he tore himself away from the textbook, he realized something.
“Let me keep you company while you read!” Lilia would huff, even as Ashe told her she’d be bored.
It wasn’t exact. No, that would be too much of a coincidence. He frowned for just a second. Tears pushed at his eyes, a long intake of air all it took to clear them. He looked back down at Claire, her face still stuck in a soft smile.
If he scooted just the tiniest inch closer to her, none would be there to see. None but that with golden eyes like his own. She would smile at the two.
He’d found a new family of sorts, she thought. And maybe he would be alright.
Yes. The soul was sure of it. Especially if it meant she would get a sister!
Ashe could swear, for a moment, that he heard a giggle float past his ears. A breeze tickled his face. He shook his head fondly. Just his imagination, Ashe turned back to his book. Claire’s soft snores brought a smile to his face as he turned to a page about blood cells.
She really did make for good company.
I'm at it again
What if, one day, Doflamingo pulls a Crocodile and comes back from Impel Down, but since he has been a prisoner for a long time (it hasn't been a long time now, but it will be by the time he gets out of prison, hopefully), long enough for his hair to grow, and maybe even without his glasses.
And Law sees him. His hear jumping right out of his throat, and his eyes instantly watering at the sight of that familiar head of unkept blonde hair. His mind automatically reminiscing about the man that saved his life and the day he saw him, his black coat a dark contrast against the pure white snow, surrounded by big and small droplets of dark, dark blood. He remembers that day, still hearing the deafening silence coming from him. That same silence told him that the man in the black coat was still alive and helping him one last time to get away from danger, while he could just watch the snow slowly coming down, burying his savior.
Law then blinks, cursing for that little moment of weakness (but not regretting it, because as Sengoku told him at Dressrosa, the best way to honor a loved one is to remember them), to then only to shiver as the man in front of him opens his mouth to regard him with an unfortunate and familiar maniacal laugh, his smile too wide to be genuine, too different from the last smile Cora gave him, a cruel and mocking smile.
Would Doflamingo share something, if anything, with his brother? Or would he look like a wicked and twisted picture of a past lost to hatred?