[ID: Three lineart drawings in blue and gold. The first image shows Lup and Taako, a female and male elf respectively. They both have freckles and curly hair. Lup is wearing a dress and apron, while taako wears a wizard hat and robes covered in stars. Lup looks at taako and asks, “And who might you be?” Taako replies, “I’m your fair god brother.” He waves a wand at her and her simple dress turns into a poofy ballgown, with the caption “wizard magic” overhead. Second image is of Lup in the fancy gown and golden flowers in her hair. She is holding tha hand of Barry, a human man. He is also wearing a fancy suit and blushes as they smile at each other. Third image is of Taako talking to Kravitz, a half elven man dressed in princely robes and wearing a golden garland around his head. End ID]
cinderella!lup au that is literally just taako studying wizard magic to do a nice thing for his sister. when she gets to the ball she hits it off with some random nerd (lup, taako put in all this effort to get you here and you don’t even talk to the prince.) taako goes as well and doesn’t waste the opportunity to make a beeline straight for kravitz. tale as old as time
[ID: A colored drawing of Barry and Lup from the legs up. Barry is wearing jeans and a denim jacket over a white button up shirt. He has his arm around Lup’s waist and is smiling. Lup has her arm around Barry and is smiling at him fondly. She is wearing a short red dress with an angled hem, a sweetheart neckline, long sleeves, and shoulderpads. End ID.]
Blupjeans date night looks requested by @steampunkscarecrow!
Wow, I love it when I spend time drawing something and think, “This is good, i like this.” And then go to sleep and completely forget about it :D!!
Anyway, tiny blups
[ID: Three line art drawings of Lup and Barry. Lup is a young elf girl, in—I guess in human terms, twelve. I’m sorry I didn’t put much thought about it I just wanted to draw them small! She has shoulder-length, curly hair and freckles. She wears an overall dress over a stripped t-shirt and tights. She wears ankle high boots and their a bandage on her elbow. Barry is a young boy with short hair and glasses. He wears a plain t-shirt and bluejeans. He’s seated crossed legged and looking up as Lup stands over him with her hands on her hips.
Lup says, “What are you reading about?” He shyly replies, “Um, cellular biology?” Lup says, “Ah. Nerd stuff. Scoot over.” As she gets down and scoots next to him. Barry obliges, replying, “O-okay.” The last panel shows them sitting very close together, will Lup looking nonchalantly at the page Barry was just reading, and Barry blushing profusely. End ID]
“Barold fucking Bluejeans.” The words are spoken in a snarl, full of menace and seeming to swirl in from all around like thick fog rather than merely just spoken by the faceless black-robed figure before him, just as cutting and deadly as the scythe that same figure holds in their hands.
It therefore makes no sense whatsoever that Barry’s heart skips a beat and his mouth moves into an ecstatic smile without him willing it when he hears those words.
“Necromancer. Lich. And a whopping 48 deaths now, Barold.” The figure finishes venomously before throwing back their hood. And Barry’s heart skips a beat a second time as he comes face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Or perhaps it skips a beat because of the truly murderous look on her face. For some truly inexplicable reason, however, he can’t seem to move his denim-clad legs to back away and far out of reach of her flashing, fiery scythe. “Not that you remember any of that, hm? Memory still a little cloudy?”
“I-“ Barry starts, stops, clears his throat. “I’m sorry… have we… met?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’d be insulted that I’m this forgettable if you didn’t pull this every time, Barold.”
“No, no, you’re not… forgettable, uh, miss-“
“Lup.” She sound exasperated. “For the 21st time.”
“No, uh, miss, Miss Lup, it’s not that you’re forgettable; in fact you seem very familiar but also, uh, not very happy to see me.” Barry spares a moment to wonder why the coin is silent. You’d think an angry elven woman who seems to know him (and very much dislike him) would be cause for a note or two. “And uh, well, I don’t… know why.”
“Did you miss the part where I listed your very extensive death crimes, Barold?” She heaves a sigh before planting her scythe on the ground, shifting to lean against it, body suddenly seeming more relaxed. Pure deception. Barry doesn’t know how he knows this, but it’s the relaxed look of a big cat about to pounce rather than a house cat purring in the sun. Either way, Barry is pretty sure he’s a mouse in this scenario.
“I haven’t done that though. I haven’t done any of that.”
“Mmhmm. Yeah. Sorry, but I’m gonna go with the book over the word of a lich.” And suddenly she’s holding a glowing book in her hands, already flipped open. “Yep.” She pops the p. “Barry J. Bluejeans, totally off the radar until a few years ago, necromancer, lich, started off with 41 deaths. You’re bad at staying alive, Barold.”
“We all have our faults?”
She shifts her weight again, expression unchanged.
And it’s now that the coin decides to chime in with helpful advice.
Even if its been nearly 2 decades pulling all nighters still makes ya need sleep
[image description: a drawing of Barry and Lup, sitting upright and leaning against each other, asleep. Barry has pale skin, short dark brown hair and glasses. Lup has dark brown freckled skin and chin-length blonde hair that’s dyed blue at the ends. They’re both wearing red robes. There are books and papers scattered on the floor around them, and a large window behind them showing outer space and planets.]
where is all the art of taako and kravitz, established pottery gays, reenacting the pottery scene from ghost? or lup and barry, established ghost couple. please someone who can draw make this happen
