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Let no one say being an adult isn’t fun. I just got my first commission back from @LaStellaTWT on Twitter, and I just HAD to show you all here because look at how gorgeous this art is, I’m in LOVE. (I bought another piece off of them, can’t wait to show you all it as well when it comes out ;) )

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Hello! I’ve been a little busy lately but I whipped up a pony sketch of Hanzo like I said I would about a week ago! It’s not amazing, since I think the last time I drew an mlp (full) body was at 11, but here you go anyway ✨

I’ll probably draw some more in the future, it was super fun :)

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PLS STAY OVER FOR THE NIGHT AGAIN SOON, I MISS YOU ALL ALREADY 😭 (I need to get a cass plush, don’t I hehe✨)

The writers doodles!!!! Most from last night (live sleepover reaction doodles >:3 )

@drmowww , @wawa-draws , @de4d-p1xel , @moth-bones-world !!!! Here you go :)

(Also none static style static mare for fun)

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Hello everyone! So sorry I missed last week, and that I’m late again, but I finally have a new little piece for you all to read! I wish it was finished earlier, but ironically I got caught up playing overwatch and 5 hours left me before I knew what was happening haha. As such, this isn’t exactly grammar checked amazingly as I’m super tired, but enjoy anyway!✨

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Alongside his haikus, Hanzo found himself dipping deeper into previous passions with the resurrection of Overwatch. His brother had argued the idea initially, and whilst Hanzo retorted that some sentiments were best left buried, it didn't take long before he found himself once again picking up his old ink brush.

Its handle, bulbous at base, but thin at the tip, was fashioned from bamboo cut straight from his own palace gardens- inlaid with his clan's symbol by artisans of their time. Its quality is shown with its pristine brush fibres, still tapered to a fine point after so many years without fault. But that was the issue; the stolen artifact was nothing more than a statement piece plucked straight from his ancestral home, untouched and unloved. Only today, with the clan's dismantlement, did it finally feel fitting for Hanzo to use it. Grinding his ink stick over his inkstone, and seeing the liquid oil come to life, did it all dawn on Hanzo that maybe some things weren't meant to be kept perfect. That maybe, despite the pedestal that it was placed upon, the ink brush was just an ink brush, nothing more. And so, with a heavy heart, he dipped his fude into the ebony stain, and began to stroke the bristles down the page laid out on his floor.

His mind wandered, every idea came up short on his page, but he didn’t stop. His dragon’s limbs on the washi reminded him of the frog legs he and Genji used to eat at his father’s favourite restaurant. The torso, a memory with a snake in the grass that Hanzo valiantly vanquished for a young Genji when it so viciously “attacked him” - he never had the heart to tell him he just moved it with a stick. And the head, like the beasts of his own, with considerably derpier looking eyes and teeth.

The painting turned out horrible, but he hung it up anyway.

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I REWRITTEN THIS LIKE 3 TIMES TRYING TO EXPLAIN EXACTLY HOW I FEEL, BUT ALL I CAN DO IS GO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH T-T <33333

LOOK AT MOWWW. LOOK AT BLOT. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME STINKY, THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVERRRJSKAJMSBS. THE CAT CHARM ON THE HAND, THE DETAILS ON THE CLOTHING AND BLOTS SCARF, UGH, I MIGHT CRY. ITS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL, ITS GOTTA BE MY BANNER‼️ 😭❤️

hi!!

so i made this with mine and my partner’s oc. yeah that’s it.

ok bye

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hey guys come look

@moth-bones-world @drmowww @ninesillywaffles @de4d-p1xel

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THE WAY I LITERALLY WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS TODAY IS INSANNNNEE. WAFFLES UR A MIND READER.

STATIC MIKU BUT INSTEAD IT'S STATIC MARE AND WRITERS >:3

Get over here and see these sillies @wawa-draws @drmowww @de4d-p1xel

I love static miku so I had to draw Mare in static form ✨️💙

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Wait now I wanna draw Hanzo and Cass as mlp characters… gimme a couple of days and I’ll see if I can doodle smth up hehe

"hey hows your thesis going" pony genji

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Hello everyone! Here’s another week of my writing for you all. Apologies if it isn’t the best, I don’t understand why my brain thought it’d be a good idea to write about haikus and internal monologues, especially when I struggle already on basic descriptions, but ahh I guess this is a writing practice for a reason! Nevertheless, please enjoy :)

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As of joining overwatch, Hanzo took pleasure in exploring the Gibraltar watchpoint, slowly piecing together its layout day-by-day.

He took his sweet time walking down winding halls of aluminium, tracing the protruding blue LED strip left unlit since days of service. He walked through empty storage rooms filled to the brim with excess aircraft parts, and through leisure rooms covered in thick layers of dust, never stopping, other than to briefly peek out the accompanying windows that overlooked the shoreline. But still, he had a place to be, and his pace didn’t waver until he reached the top of the cliff side, where the back of the hanger opened up into an old carriageway used previously for AI integrated vehicles. Now, behind the shipping containers he sat, taking in the tranquil view for himself alone, before signing, shifting his seat, and unpocketing a small little notebook.

The upside of living on a base this large, was the excess time to spend working on his haikus, a hobby he preferred to do verbally, and most importantly, alone.

Ideas don’t take long to spark, with the wind gently combing through his hair. Thoughts about Genji, about himself, about his duties take over. They are faster, no, swifter, than the winds themselves, just like his previous dragon brethren. Blood coats his hands now -like always- with the consistency of the sea below him, instead with rushing red- no, not enough syllables, rushing crimson instead of an azure blue. And it stains him, stains the land and everyone he loves. The earth beneath his knees ground him, but she too bleeds when he takes life. No one is safe. And so, at the peak of his melancholic thoughts, he writes.

“Swifter than the wind, a rushing crimson river, stains the earth with red.”

“Ugh! You’re reciting your haikus out loud again.”

Ah.

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If there’s one thing about my art style that’s consistent, it’s how UNconsistant it is. (I really like trying out new artstyles hehe. By next week it’ll probably look completely different :> ) But anyway, take this little doodle I did of young Hanzo because I love him sm and wanted to draw him at 5am instead of going to sleep like a normal person :D

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LISTEN, bringing overwatch into collage was the best idea I’ve ever had. AND LOOK AT MOWWWZO IM IN LOVE AJHSKAKDJKSK

Today's selection of doodles of Mare, Mowww, and Blot 💙

@drmowww & @wawa-draws my darling frens :)

And my isat setup in class today ✨️

It's been quite the day :3

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Hello everyone! As I was editing this fic, I realised that it was my two month anniversary of posting these, and I thought that was super cool! I’m not the best writer in the world, but I’m so glad my friends pushed me to start this challenge, as I enjoy being proud of the results I make, I hope you enjoy!

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Woodcarving was a habit picked up mostly out of boredom for Hanzo during his long time traveling- even if he wasn’t completely aware of it. It started out with simple curiosity for the medium, picking up branches along the way of his hikes that looked sturdy enough for makeshift walking sticks to help carry him up to temples.

This then accumulated to sticks being swindled away for their pointed edges, to be used for his makeshift arrows, learnt from monks offering sanctuary on colder winter nights.

And when guided to the Watchpoint, Hanzo found curiosity in the hobbies of others. When once Mei had offered to teach him ice carving, he initially refused. Ice wasn’t his preferred medium, lasting only short periods when left unattended for, time he really didn’t have extra to spend. But as he picked up a block of wood used for his habitual meditation, an idea crossed his mind, and he soon found himself sat against a tree absentmindedly carving away anything that came to thought. They weren’t perfect at first, hell, they weren’t even good, but something about the way the wood popped away in its little curls, and scraped against his knife in an oh so satisfying way, made the end little lumps he was left with worth the effort.

Pretty soon, a collection piled up in his room. They covered his desk, filled his shrine’s empty space, and anchored books piled on his shelves. When friends started popping through his door to chat, many were alight with joy at the presence of little wooden creatures around his barrack, a surprise to those who only knew Hanzo for his stone cold, standoffish personality. If Hanzo was surprised at this revelation himself, no one could tell, but nobody complained when new little creatures started appearing outside their own doors.

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Hiya everyone! This weeks been super hectic with school and all, got a exam coming up that I’ve gotta prepare for, and a zoom interview that I have to worry about now, but either way, here’s a little part 2 to that little idea I had a while ago about Hanzo spotting a adorable poodle :) I don’t think this is my best work ever, but I’m hoping once the stress is all over, I’ll be more ✨creatively inspired✨ haha. (If you have any ideas or prompts, be sure to send them over :>) Either way, enjoy :D

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Adopting that elegant little poodle off a whim was bound to be one of the greatest ideas Hanzo had ever had. She was a beautiful little thing, with the curliest fur that everyone loved petting, even when looking straight into her smug beady eyes. And Hanzo simply adored her, taking more time than simply necessary to dress her up in the most gorgeous collars and harness he could find, for their hours of morning runs and afternoon hikes. So when Cassidy found himself with spare time, stationed near a local pet store, he wondered why the hell not spoil his two favourite “people”. It was common sense really.

Stepping through the glass sliding doors, a waft of pure animal stench hit his nostrils. His eyes were overwhelmed- giant aisles stretched across concrete floors, each stacked with bags stuffed full of pet food. Every bag stood out, with dogs of all sizes and breeds plastered on the front, but steadily walking down the aisles revealed the perfect gift idea for Cole. A little American bandana. It was perfect. It was brilliant. Hanzo would love it-

“Cole, I’m not putting her in that.” Hanzo retorted.

“Well why the hell not? It’ll look cute on her,” Cassidy smiled, picking up the bandana originally set left on the bed, raising it up to her neck. “See, she even likes it!”

“Cole.” Hanzo said, gently taking the cloth from his hands and folding it up into a square.”I am flattered you thought of her, but she’s a little princess, she doesn’t want to wear a garish outfit such as this.”

Cole took back the bandana and sighed “You want me to take it back then?” Hanzo only scoffed “Of course not. Even despite your… inexperienced fashion sense, this is a gift and I will cherish it dearly either way. Thank you Cole.” A kiss was the gift returned.

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Y’know, this’ll probably never get finished cuz I’m lazy af, but here you go, a little doodle of how I imagine this cocky count looking >:)

Hallo, it's me again for another week of the 300 lim(ated) challenge :D. This week for some reason I just REALLY wanted to write about young Hanzo as a vampire, so here it is!! Enjoy!! ✨

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Hanzo, for the longest of times, hasn’t been a normal man. Different shades of grey now covet his body, from the pearlescent sheen of his skin - hit right by moonlight, to the jet black stream of hair cascading down his back. His eyes have gone dim with centuries that have passed him by, but his skin still remains youthful. Filled nails attach to uncalloused hands, yet his front teeth stay perfectly sharp, almost blindingly white despite the blood that coats them. But if any man were to capture the count in the nude, they’d all claim the most uncanny section of his body lies painted on his left arm. Fluorescent blues dance around sickly beasts, clawing their way across imaginary dull skies. Bared teeth and snarling lips stretch across elongated mussels, attached to a skull which house violent eyes towards those looking back. Atop, a crown of horns lays, and below where the serpent's body attaches, rests scaly long appendages with few too many claws.

Luckily for all, the vampire’s torso prefers to be clothed by a cream ruffle shirt, tied together with a sapphire brooch of his family crest. His pants are typical, long and black, but are covered by knee high, heeled boots - glossy with rivets in pure silver. Finally, his shoulders are draped with a woolen cloak, fastened together with dainty chains across his chest. It drags across his hall, pooling down his staircase as he gently taps his champagne glass with his siliget fork.

His face is alight with wicked joy, at the coven that crowds around for his speech. Long gone are the days of mortality, but with the wake of death, brings power unheard of by the living. Some grin back, some shy away, but all know the cost, of aligning themselves with the count of Shimada castle.

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Would you believe me if I said this took me an hour and a half, god i love writing but DAMN is it time consuming. Thank you to everyone that leaves comments and likes on my posts, every notification makes me grin like crazy <3 See you all next week :D

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I just was rereading last week’s writing prompt and I mentioned that I was gonna kinder this week. Um idk if writing about the undead counts, oopsies 😭😅 Next week should be better.. maybe… I think

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Hallo, it's me again for another week of the 300 lim(ated) challenge :D. This week for some reason I just REALLY wanted to write about young Hanzo as a vampire, so here it is!! Enjoy!! ✨

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Hanzo, for the longest of times, hasn’t been a normal man. Different shades of grey now covet his body, from the pearlescent sheen of his skin - hit right by moonlight, to the jet black stream of hair cascading down his back. His eyes have gone dim with centuries that have passed him by, but his skin still remains youthful. Filled nails attach to uncalloused hands, yet his front teeth stay perfectly sharp, almost blindingly white despite the blood that coats them. But if any man were to capture the count in the nude, they’d all claim the most uncanny section of his body lies painted on his left arm. Fluorescent blues dance around sickly beasts, clawing their way across imaginary dull skies. Bared teeth and snarling lips stretch across elongated mussels, attached to a skull which house violent eyes towards those looking back. Atop, a crown of horns lays, and below where the serpent's body attaches, rests scaly long appendages with few too many claws.

Luckily for all, the vampire’s torso prefers to be clothed by a cream ruffle shirt, tied together with a sapphire brooch of his family crest. His pants are typical, long and black, but are covered by knee high, heeled boots - glossy with rivets in pure silver. Finally, his shoulders are draped with a woolen cloak, fastened together with dainty chains across his chest. It drags across his hall, pooling down his staircase as he gently taps his champagne glass with his siliget fork.

His face is alight with wicked joy, at the coven that crowds around for his speech. Long gone are the days of mortality, but with the wake of death, brings power unheard of by the living. Some grin back, some shy away, but all know the cost, of aligning themselves with the count of Shimada castle.

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Would you believe me if I said this took me an hour and a half, god i love writing but DAMN is it time consuming. Thank you to everyone that leaves comments and likes on my posts, every notification makes me grin like crazy <3 See you all next week :D

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I feel like the 1 - 13 image was inspired by the one and only carrot. Top 500 here, don’t question it.

me when

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HALLO AGAIN :D, another Wednesday so you know what that means, I’m back again with another little 300 word story. Honestly this week I don’t know what came over me, I had planned to write just a lil cass story about him not sleeping well, but it escaped me and before I knew it, it was angsty as all hell. Brief warning of body horror I suppose, sorry if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing, next week should be back to my light hearted sorta stuff. With all that being said, enjoy ✨✨

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When the nights are at its quietest, and the early bird still sleeps on its perch, pain strikes the most. Cassidy's prosthetic - a sturdy heap of scrap welded by unlawful men in desperate times - had basically become an extension of himself at this point, synthetic nerves entangled with his natural own.

For 8 years, he had honed the process that came with an artificial arm, taking it off every night in order to sleep easier. Although, tried as he might, routine nor time couldn’t shake the way he flinched when the brief pain shot up from his stump up to his shoulder. But it was manageable, necessary really, doable. Until it wasn’t.

Nightfall isn't a kind man to Cole Cassidy. When he dreams, not if, unconscious memories always resurface, bringing back tragic losses in new ways even surprising to him. Blurred faces from the deadlock gang haunt him, tease him for his young age yet reckless attitude. Family members from times he can’t even remember twist and merge with recognisable faces from blackwatch, repeating past phrases over, and over, and over again. But the worst of it forms in bodily horror of his own, arms strewn about in bloody battlefields, retinas burnt out from deadeye, bodies of current loved ones dead due to his incompetence. And it all becomes too much. Panic jolts him awake, and the lingering sting of his phantom limb burns a mark in his brain of a past he wishes to forget.

(Sleep comes almost impossible to him then, and reflections seen after a scrubbed down cold face only serve to remind him further of past grievances. Luckily by the time the worm is catched, Cole has managed to put on a brave face for his lover. As of recent, it's become more noticeable...)