LEGO Monkie Kid Fand-Home Prints By @Kyri45

Too lazy for a description rn😔, but heres another jaya fanart

Another redraw of one of my first Nezha drawings what a guy am I right?

Here’s the 2022 version:

10/10 just cause it didn’t have Lucus lol

Rest in peace Technoblade, you would have hated the minecraft movie but you would have loved the free promo they gave you.

ermmmm ref sheet for up and coming superhero jizzie au,,,, villain lizzie ,,,

Scotts next

Based on a post by grianlovebot on Twitter/X

Lifers as PJO demigods

This is just a fun little idea I had, feel free to add your thoughts

Grian: Hermes (pesky bird)

Scar: Apollo (HotGuy, that is all)

Cleo: Hades (ZombieCleo)

BigB: Demeter (Creaking cryptid from Wild Life)

BDubs: Chronos (The clock)

Etho: Aeolus (WildLife superpower)

Tango: Hephestus (Redstone + flaming hair)

Lizzie: Poseidon(ESMP 1)

Impulse: Nike (Irony, cause he’s been second 2 times I think)

Joel: Ares (As someone who has watched him religiously- yes)

Jimmy: Tyche (Aka the goddess of luck. Irony)

Scott: Eros (Flower Husbands)(And his collection of platonic besties)

Ren: Zeus (King Ren)(Both Hermitcraft and 3rd Life)

Martyn: Ares (3rd and Limited Life)(Mostly Limited Life)

Skizz: Eris (Guess the Build)

Mumbo: Hephestus (Coal miner + redstone)

Gem: Athena (GeminiSlay)

Pearl: Nemesis (Double Life)

Side note, I only watch Joel and Lizzie religiously

Go my scarabs

Guess who made opera designs again bc I'm a one trick pony when it comes to fanart /lhj

I'm actually quite proud of these bc I feel like my design skills have improved; these are a lot more detailed compared to my swk/macaque opera designs

Anygays yea I still haven't recovered from nezha 2 and probably won't

And ao bing design notes

Was too lazy to make a design notes sheet for nezha but basically

Warned to combine the strength/power of bigzha with the elegance of the 79 nezha -> ended up with li yunxiang?????

Lots of lotus and fire imagery cause like. Gestures at him.

Dialogue from the 79 animation (slightly altered) w opera designs (made before I finalized either of them)

"Who was it that fought the sea yaksha?"

"It was this young master, chengtang guan li jing's son, ne zha!"

Misadventures Lizzie🏺

She is gathering pots :)

This movie was freaking awesome. I will sell my soul to get the 3rd one out faster

After my 5th theater watch, I am honestly, fully, and completely convinced Jiaozi's film "Ne Zha 2" is a required watch for everyone - if the world stopped being scared of animation outside their countries and quit cringing in fear of subtitles, animated cinema would be rescued from The Mouse.

Careful footings, precise movements, flickering gazes; the steps were to a dance he had been born into, movements he had Ren forced to learn. Because you can't miss a step in this dance, if you trip- if you loose sight of your partners blade- its over. There isn't a second chance. There isn't a hand held out to help you off of the dirt you fell into.

Just the dirt and your own blood. Forged by your mistakes.

He was never without at least three of his implements. Despite his recklessness, he wasn't keen on dying.

The heavy battleaxe he kept wasn't all that practical to use alone. It was too heavy and slow. But its weight on his belt was what reminded him that he wasn't defenseless, that he had a chance.

The sword he kept on the other hand, was the best weapon one could have when forced into close up combat like the situation he was in. It was muscle memory for him to spin the blade around his hand like one would swing a butterfly knife as he fought. To remember not to press to harshly against another's blade for too long before swinging at their shins or their sides.

His opponent was strong, they weren't afraid to press him whenever their blades clashed and sparked. They were well trained as well, even as he switched which hand he held his blade it, they didn't falter.

It was exhilarating, the thrill of the fight, the way the pain of his scrapes was dulled by pure adrenaline. He knew he was grinning that grin he was told made him look insane. He knew he was getting tired, they had been moving for hours. He knew his mind was drifting, he couldn't focus in the fight when all his mind was stuck on was how much he had missed this feeling. He knew he was relying a tad too much on instinct, on waiting for the small shifts in the air to tell them where they would strike.

But he kept on going, letting himself forget where he was in the room. Not noticing as the other was moving him slightly back at every strike.

In one swift motion, his sword was flung out of his hand and he was being tossed to the ground, the back of his head brushed the wall as he fell. Panic took over.

Before he even knew where he was, before he could register his own thoughts or figure out what had happened, his hand was snatching a small blade tucked into his boot.

He gripped the persons jaw, palm over their chin, and flipped their positions. Slamming the others head to the floor and digging the blade against their jugular.

He was panting, he couldn't see, all he could do was feel the person try to move and he dug his nails into their jaw in retaliation.

The person said something, he can't hear them.

He doesn't care to.

They tried to... They...

He can't remember.

Where is he?

It doesn't matter. He's not dead. He just needs to live.

Suddenly a hand has his wrist and is yanking it off of them. The attacker scurries away from his grasp.

Fuck he is so dead. His axe isn't going to do anything, he's shaking, he'd did op it in seconds. He's dead. He's dead. He's going to die. He's going to-

A hand on his shoulder.

He flinches away and keeps his head down. Maybe they will let hin- if he just does what they say- it will all be okay if he just-

"Look at me." The attacker says, their voice is calmer than he expected, he thought they would sound angry.

He looks up and the castle crashes around him.

It was just Gem. She is bleeding from her throat, badly.

His head flings from side to side to look around the room.

Fight club. He was just in their stupid fight club. He wasn't anywhere else.

He just hurt Gem in a sparring match.

He was about to kill Gem in a sparring match just because he forgot where he was.

Idiot. He was a fucking idiot.

"I.." His breath catches and he realizes he's breathing too fast.

Gem knelt down next to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded frantically, "Are you? I'm so fucking sorry I didn't mean to hurt you like that I just-" he swallowed "I forgot where I was for a minute."

She huffed, but looked pained as the action strained the large cut on her throat, just to the side of her jugular and artery. She pulled a potion out of her pocket. "Nothing a healing potion won't fix." And slowly drank the thick, sweet smelling drink.

Her wounds stitched themselves back together. He relaxed slightly. He wasn't killing anyone.

"Where did you think you were?" She asked.

He barked out a laugh, it was heavy with a bitterness to it. "Anywhere but here, Gem."

She looked puzzled at that.

He evened his breath. "I'm not exactly the guy people like to keep around. Kind of why I don't do this often.. hanging out with people I mean."

The redhead held out her hand to help him up from the floor. "Well. Start getting used to it. You're stuck with me now, you got that?"

He put away his weapons into the chests. "Yeah. Okay, why not?"