Couple (hahA-) of self-ships from the Empire Discord server. c:
More specifically of myself, @fifteenhourstolove, and @hahawasabi
I don't care if y'all are in denial- I SEE THE WAY Y'ALL LOOK AT THEIR SCREENIES AND DRAWINGS-
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You're not safe.
Especially those self-shippers on my Discord server.
This was aimed at them.
And this second one at one specific target on my hit list. :)
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Did a design of the New Gods: Ne Zha for HIB Dàshèng's look— the mask mostly was the purpose of this piece.
You have no idea how much I had fun with drawing this.
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Sun Wukong woke with a jolt.
This dream again.
He clutched at his blanket with a white-knuckled grip, almost tearing into it with his claws. The ringing in his ears hadn’t ceased, unfortunately, and even the light of the rising sun wasn’t enough to get the nightmare out of his mind.
He’d had this dream often enough over the last millennia to know exactly how it went each time. It started with a memory of the brotherhood, lulling him into the false sense of security that were the dreams of those old times.
But it all started when Wukong tried to interact with Macaque, which was inevitable. He craved the presence of his moon too much not to seek him out like a moth. And Macaque would refuse to turn around, logical as he was, causing Wukong to pout and demand to see his face.
But he never would, as when Macaque turned, his face was just blank. Not off, not weird, just blank. Like all memory of it had been scrubbed from Wukong’s mind permanently.
But Wukong was persistent, as always, and he would strain to remember Macaque’s face and every single time-
It was easiest to remember Macaque’s glassy, unseeing eye.
inktober’s starting! i wanted to do something wholesome for day one (dream) but then it turned into this lmao
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