#artbykebwims

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Based on an rp I am doing with a friend where stan and Kyle reunite after a few years and Stan's a member of a band and writes songs all about Kyle.

Kyle got Stan Sparky to be his emotional support animal and Randy is an asshole

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A height and wing chart for the vinsmokes of the royal wing au I am working on right now

Chapter one of the first 3 parter has been posted on AO3 though the vinsmokes will only appear in flashbacks there nothing more if at all.

If you can’t read my handwriting here is what it says:

Reiju- Peregrine falcon, Pallas’s Rosefinch

Ichiji- Red kite, Crimson finch

Judge- “Bearded Vulture”

Niji- Osprey, Blue Finch

Sora - Swan

Sanji- European Goldfinch

Yonji - King Fisher, Green Finch

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For a fan fiction I am currently working on for these two. Just keep coming back to the idea of Sanji having wings of some kind. They were just ripped from him as a child.

Zoro running into him as a child just fit too.

Below is a snippet from the fic I am working on, thank you for my beta reader @ssuppositiouss for reading through this qnd being my idea bouncer person. I'm excited to finish it

There is one thing clear in this world. Far more set in stone than the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, far clearer than Roger’s mysterious treasure and the will of the mysterious D’s. The Royalty. 

Royal family members are blessed by a divine power that sets them apart from their citizens. Blessed with the gift of flight since birth, Royals are thought to be descendants of wandering Sky Islanders or perhaps Lunarians. Where Skypians have useless white wings and Lunarians have powerful black wings, the wings of Royals are those of birds, beautiful and unique, a show of power and wealth, of who truly stands on the top of the hierarchy. Wings with feathers that even the wealthiest of classes would try to steal, to adorn their clothes, just to prove they have even a fraction of the power of the ruling Royal class. 

To gain a Royal’s feather, a priceless object that so many could only dream of, would be a show of trust and appreciation. But it could also be a show of proud defeat and trickery. Manipulation and coercion.

And to take a Royal’s wing? To take both wings of a Royal? That would be something only true monsters could dream of. A display to proudly mount in their newly conquered throne room or mockingly adorn as a cloak to grieving kings and queens for their lost children. Perhaps even a mix of false sorrow and a show of power to disgraced children no longer welcomed…

The weight of the helmet is heavy, forcing the young boy down and preventing him from properly caring for himself. Caring for his wings. The cold, damp cell he’s been placed in doesn’t help either, only serving to make him shiver as he waits, desperately hoping that maybe one day he’ll no longer be a burden to his father. Hoping that this is just some sort of confused mistake from the guards. Hoping that he truly hasn’t been left here to die.

He doesn’t want to die…

He just wants his mom, her soft arms embracing him, her warm wings protecting them both. Why can’t he have his—

Hands reach for him, dragging, dragging, yanking him. A pain rips through his back, his once beautiful golden back feathers falling around him as hands just keep on pulling him back. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t. He can’t run he can’t escape he can’t—

Sanji wakes from his slumber with a gasp. He hasn’t had that nightmare in a while, not since memories of starving with Zeff on the rock took over. Not since he finally found security again, with Zeff, with his crew. Even when Vivi and the glorious black and blue wings of the Palestine Sun-Bird graced their journey he hadn’t had a dream that bad. And yet…

A shiver hits his torso, the first warning before pain erupts from his back like a fresh tearing of soft skin. All of those memories are coming back, everything aching as his unused muscles fight to take flight after so many years. But there is no air to scoop up, no mass to run to, and all he can do is suck in a shuddering breath just to fight for control again. To fight himself back to the present.

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Honestly about time since I found the motivation to creat fanart again. Have a stealth black Sanji thanks to my newest obsession with this.

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Sandman may have a hold on me rn

Dream is a tall man according to google (6’4)

Hob can still pick him up tho, despite being the average height of a man from the 1300s, since the man only eats food in the dreaming

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Drew this after watching Watch dogs videos and felt that hoodie would’ve been 10 x dorkier in a mask like this

Also whenever Tim speaks or he looks at Tim it flashes heart eyes

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Obviously I’m in a mood for these two again and shirtless Tim.

Or I just want to press my face into someone’s back and hold them and I am living vicariously through these two who knows

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Brian needs skin contact sometimes after going so long with the most interaction he had during his time as Hoodie was with either Alex trying to kill him or Masky, tho that’s just my he and my excuse for drawing Tim shirtless in this lel