for the AUs thing, magician sandy and *sexy* assistant pitch
((I can’t remember when I did this but I forgot to post this earlier, either way I’m pretty sure this doesn’t count as ‘sexy pitch’ and it’s kind of a rushed sketch so I’m probably gonna draw something else at some point))
Original Prompt:
ROTG/Hellboy
I…I don’t know why I want it. I just do.
Oh my gosh, you guys, I had fun with this. We’ve got eldritch abomination husbands, blood red blacksand, North as a magical USSR supersoldier experiment that didn’t go as planned, Bunny as…Bunny (in a mostly human setting, hella yeah), Jack as the newbie agent, possible Rainbow Snowcone vs. Christmas Cookie conflicts in the future…I wanted to write a RotG/Hellboy AU after rewatching Hellboy recently and I think I made it work!
THIS IS THE MOST MAGICAL THING THAT I THINK I HAVE EVER READ
Sometimes I feel sad because I think how tiny of ship blacksand is compared to others, but then I remember 8000 BLACKSAND AUs and everything is 8000 times better for heck sure!
DAY 9 - A Christmas Carol
We stayed up all night and we are not getting up early today
I bet the old nick will not mind if we take some
Follow the star that will take you where you need to be
DAY 8 - In Middle Of A Silent Night
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DAY 7 - An Elf And A Krampus
Diasty passing quality time at Koz’s workshop
It was a strange figure, like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man, viewed through some supernatural medium and being diminished to a child’s proportions.
A solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground. But for this it would have been difficult to detach its figure from the night, and separate it from the darkness by which it was surrounded.
DAY 8 - In Middle Of A Silent Night
And BAM! another AU from nowhere. Victorian paranormal societies? Let’s goooooo!
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“Sir? I don’t mean to disturb you, but I thought I might share your fire.”
Sandy looked up from his book to see Mr. Black standing the doorway of the sitting room, grim as ever, but also oddly diffident now. He smiled, and beckoned him in, gesturing at the decanter of brandy on the side table between the two armchairs near the hearth.
“Thank you,” Mr. Black said, pouring himself a drink.
Sandy watched him curiously. Mr. Black had always seemed to him to be an odd initiate into the Guardian Society, and it was half out of a desire to unravel his mystery that Lord Mansnoozie had accepted his unusually forward request to stay at his country estate, study in his library, and make use of his observatory.
