Have some star sans! I don't normally draw them but it was really fun this time. I wanted to play with dream's princely uniform look so this is "early days" design.
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The thinker,,
Love this lesbian can't lie. Also dramatic asf sans, might paint that lolol
.... Shit post sketch bonus
I'm not rly a shipper but this is so funny to me,,
The JGS gang after kicking Sabretooth's ass by themselves, because if the teachers won't do their job, someone has to
It took me four hours. This is for my watxm fanfic, which is already in the Evan's kidnapping arc. I saw a pin and had to draw the kids instead. ⬇️ Plus other versions of the drawing.
I made some art in celebration of the new omake mode releases in Dra (none of these are about the story dw there’s no spoilers for the omake mode)
I wouldn’t call them ‘low effort’ but they’re not exactly ‘high effort’ either, so maybe ‘average effort’? Yeah that. Enjoy!
Btw the Voltron mech is traced from the show because I cannot draw mechs to save my life. I merely altered the pose a bit but it is primarily traced just so y’all know. Everything else was free-handed
Elaborating on this very self indulgent au that 🐇 and I have been crafting in our mind palaces (posting this finally so we can answer an ask that's been sitting in our drafts for weeks)
It doesn't have a name, but it's one of those non forsakened aus
Everyone is present and has a role, but because this is the armyrabbit detector, I wrote Guest's description/plot first.
While I have tagged this post with Daisy/Matt/Molly/Charlotte's tags respectively, this is not a last guest au-- it's based in forsaken. I'm just legally obligated to add the tags bc they're mentioned
Just a heads up for any TLG fans that'll see this
ANYWAYS!
CW: DEATH / ILLNESS
Most of Guest’s storyline is still the same. He’s still an orphan, still an army soldier, still friends with Matt and Molly, still Charlotte’s father (though she’s moved out at the time of this au), and still Daisy’s husband– but here’s where things diverge a bit.
[Content relating to resignation/discharges is loosely based on the American military, taking some liberties where I want to for convenience and because I said so.]
Guest is good friends with Chance and Elliot. He’s been friends with Chance for as long as he can remember. They frequent Builder Brother’s Pizza, and thus met Elliot–who Chance latched onto and subsequently started dating.
Back at home, it’s just Guest and Daisy, who's been managing a chronic illness that has her resting most of the time nowadays. But, as of recently, she seemed to be on the path to somewhat of a recovery–
–before it all came crashing down.
While Guest is deployed, her illness falls far worse. He’s flown back home on emergency leave to be with her.
She fights hard and as much as she can, he does everything he can for her, and is practically glued to her bedside–but despite it all… she doesn’t make it.
Guest, stricken with grief, resigns from the army. Daisy’s passing hurt way more than he thought it would–and he’s honorably discharged on medical grounds for his mental health.
However, now being home alone, his friends still serving active military duty, his daughter living her own life, and his wife gone… he spirals.
He cuts everyone off. He refuses to burden them with his problems, he tells himself. He hardly leaves the house and can’t bring himself to take care of himself anymore. Daisy always reminded him to do that. Nothing feels worth living now that she’s gone.
Guest’s friends aren’t stupid, though. They know he’s grieving. They’re worried about him. They try to check in, give him just that small spot of light to latch onto–and he does, albeit tentatively.
Matt and Molly aren’t able to be there, but Chance and Elliot certainly are– Chance moreso. He invites him out to follow him around on whatever venture he decides to take, invites him over to his casino while he’s working, just to hang out and get out of the house, he offers to stay over and give company… all of which Guest is forever grateful for. He wishes he could give back–but he's been too exhausted to lately.
Eventually, though, Chance proposes Guest follows him to one of his “side business meetings”, as he calls it. Get out of the house again. Guest had followed him to one of these meetings before–or rather, he was dragged out of his house to a nice restaurant and seated awkwardly next to Chance while them and four hyperactive bunny guys discussed things he hardly cared about. He barely even remembered the experience. Why not go again?
At this meeting, however, both of them are caught off guard when the four bunny guys aren't the ones who attend.
It's the boss.
Mafioso, he calls himself.
Chance seems to be buddy-buddy enough with him, as far as Guest can tell. A few nervous flickers here and there, acting more frantic than usual… though it could just be that that's their boss.
Guest however, despite trying to reassure himself, is terrified.
The way Mafioso walks, conducts himself, even just the way he sits down, his hat always obscuring his eyes… What the hell kind of job does Chance have? What does he do for this guy?
He's tense the entire discussion. Just like last meeting he was brought to, he completely zones out on whatever they're talking about. He can't keep his eyes or his mind off of Mafioso. Studying every little move he makes, fists clenched against his knees like he's ready to strike if the time comes.
…He has to admit, though, the bunny ears are pretty cute.
...And the fur on his neck looks really soft.
He'd probably be killed for even reaching for him, though.
Mafioso, meanwhile, can't seem to keep his eyes or his mind off of Guest– but for an entirely different reason. He finds himself charmed by Chance's tense friend, how he looks at him with a furrowed brow, the subtle quickening of his breath, his hands tightening under the table… It's amusing.
Reminds him of a dog, in a way.
He'd like to see him again. Have a proper discussion with him. Get him to meet the boys–he's sure they'd love him. Or scare him. That could be amusing too, though.
Chance is none the wiser to whatever's going on between Mafioso and Guest. Of course he is. He was never good at picking up on things like that.
From then on Guest is a little more tentative to accept accompanying Chance to his business meetings. He doesn't want to see Mafioso again–though to his dismay, it seems like Mafioso wants to see him–and he doesn't seem like the type to take no for an answer.
“Would you like to join me?” Turned into “Mafioso would like to see you, you should come with me”. That certainly doesn't help Guest's fear of him. Though… with the meetings he accompanies now…
Things seem to have shifted slightly.
Mafioso has a more casual, playful tone. He smiles more. Leans on tables with his head propped on his arms. It helps Guest feel a little more comfortable.
Maybe this guy isn't that bad after all… maybe it would even be worth getting to know him? He doesn't know. He shouldn't. He's just Chance's boss. Not a friend or anything like that…
…But he's curious… so he does.
They're not frequent, but Guest occasionally asks if they can have one on one meetups. Just to talk and properly introduce themselves to each other. Their only connection is through Chance, after all. And hey, it seems like Mafioso reciprocates in some way, as eventually it goes from Guest relaying a message through Chance that he wants to meet, to Mafioso blatantly organizing time for him and Guest to go out.
They seem to hit it off well... But maybe too well, in Guest's eyes at least.
Guest finds himself subconsciously hoping to see Mafioso again, hoping Chance will invite him to tag along to something, hoping he can arrange another one of those one on one meetups, anything of the sort.
He approaches each morning wanting to see him. Holding on to the small spot of light that Mafioso brings him. That subtly suave kindness, his interest in seemingly every word Guest has to say, how gentle his voice is whenever he calls him “mio caro”, whatever that means…
It's… sweet, he thinks. And something he wants to keep seeing. Keep hearing.
I mean hey… if it gets him out of bed… what's the harm?
To think he'd be taking care of himself again all for a practical stranger he met only a while ago.
It's funny, he thinks. He still doesn't know what Mafioso does, or what kind of job Chance has under him. That should probably worry him more—maybe it used to.
But… the more he spends time around him, the harder it gets to hold onto that fear. The way Mafioso talks to him, listens to him—the way he never seems annoyed or impatient, only curious. Affectionately so, even. It's strange.
He doesn't understand him… but he trusts him. And that's what scares him the most.
