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[stealingpotatoes]

i love my cat but he is very fond of trickery

[tizeline]

Okay so my brain got infected by Gravity Falls again oopsie daisy here are a bunch of random doodles

Dipper and Mabel would be 25 this year, right? Anyway I wanted to draw them grown up so woah look at that

Anway Ford totally uses two fingers to flip people off just because he can and you can't tell me otherwise

[barghest-land]

working on early horses, i wanted to do a quick sketch to show how small Eohippus was compared to an extant horse (this one is about 150cm tall). as you can see, it wasn't big at all. a perfect little lap horse :)

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

PnF Spirit Week 1: May 26th - Parental Units

Heinz and Charlene may have their share of troubles as a divorced couple, but no one can deny that they are good parents to Vanessa. A little bit overprotective at times, but what can one do, when their precious only child had entered puberty a bit too early for their comfort.

[opalsiren]

'being disabled is a full-time job' actually with most full-time jobs you get evenings and weekends off, plus holiday time and potentially other benefits like healthcare and dental. we don't get to clock off from being disabled nor do we reap any benefits, material, social, or otherwise. hope this helps

[sticksandsharks]

Egret Nurse

design from The Wildercourt (a graphic novel I am working on and hope to have finished in 2025)

[warmer-gaze]

inspirational

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[dovewingkinnie]

where was yarnaby when the doctor got snatched

[heph]

D3: Alternate Universe - SONIC BOOM

[anniebass]

a bit obsessed with doing these, it's the most fun I've had with trad art in a while

get A4/8x10 originals here, free shipping ✨

traditional art commissions

[papillon-de-porcelaine]

I'll tell them put me back in it - darling, I would do it again

[madamemachikonew]

"Go to hell" is basic. "Hope your favourite anime movie sequel gets cancelled after seven years in production AND getting an animated teaser." is smart. It's possible. It's terrifying. It's happened.

[willabee]

not supposed to be on the table but she looks so polite

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

tfone humanformers grahh...

[eshithepetty]

Was just wondering how ENA would paint her nails exactly... considering, y'know, the whole hand situation lol

[ID: colored doodles of Coral Glasses painting ENA's nails. ENA is in her usual outfit, just without the hat, but Coral is seen with a gray tank top and black pants, red bra visible underneath, her hair tied up in a bun. On the first doodle, they are lying on the ground as Coral holds ENA's clawed hand and paints it, tongue sticking out and ENA watching with slightly wide eyes and a small blush. Next, there are three shots of that hand painted with bright pink nail polish: 1) only small spots where the nails 'would' be, 2) painted tips of the claws, and 3) the whole last segment of her claws painted. Beneath them, it says, "which one is best?". Then, the last doodles are of them kneeling, Coral holding ENA's mitten hand and asking, "how do you want to paint this one?", and then a doodle of ENA holding up her hands as she blushes and looks to the side, embarrassed, her white hand being painted as was shown in the 3rd variant, and her red mitten having a pale yellow heart painted on it, along with the thumb's 'nail' being painted. End ID.]

Bonus: said hand situation also makes it kinda hard for either the slippery mechanical claws Or soft clumsy mitten to do the job.... but she's got the spirit ;^^

[ID: In the first drawing, ENA is kneeling and meticulously trying to paint Coral's nails using her clawed hand, it shaking, her hair a bit disheveled and her expression frustrated, while Coral smiles sheepishly. In the second drawing, Coral has her arm around ENA's shoulders, who is hiding her face in her hands, blushing, as Coral smiles, eye squinted closed, as she says "I like them!". Her nails, which are painted cyan, are noticeably messy and smudged, a little of the polish also having ended up on ENA's mitten hand. End ID.]