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mxphanes · 7 months
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What's up. It's been a while. Just wanted to pop in and say that I have a Jekyll and Hyde -inspired novella called Doppelganger and releases on October 18th (in 11 days). If you preorder you can get preorder perks for free like:
1) A sticker (designed it myself) 2) The Doppelganger original soundtrack (created it myself)
Preorder with the link below:
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onebadnoodle · 2 months
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unfamiliar faces 🍎 🍏
apple and pear are @Josh_S2604's ocs!
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cloudyydraws · 4 months
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more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away
+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut
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revivisection · 10 months
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dodged a bullet, saw my shadow get blown apart
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idiot draws a fully detailed second emily unaware of what's to come
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blacktales · 1 month
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YOU DOPPELGANGER
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Eliminate him: Yah or Nah
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4 day old ahh drawing
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nelkcats · 10 months
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Stuntman
Jason Todd was a street kid, he never felt comfortable with the galas and millionaire activities Bruce attended. The first few days of his adoption he refused to leave his room, and Bruce was having a meltdown over one of his incoming events that required his new son's presence.
So, when he walked into the gala expecting criticism and gossip he didn't notice the boy next to him who was the same age as Jason. Or at least, he didn't until someone congratulated him on his new "son."
The boy introduced himself as "Danny" when he asked for his name. He wasn't thrilled with the galas his godfather forced him to attend and hated being alone, but he liked to play pranks on the rich. Which is why he didn't correct anyone when they called him Jason Todd.
Bruce came up with an idea after seeing his black hair and blue eyes and a few days later Jason and Danny were meeting. Bruce made the proposal to Danny to become Jason's "double" during the galas, and as long as he was in Gotham, the boy didn't see any problem. Better than being with Vlad.
Jason frowned not seeing the resemblance between them (he even told the boy) but Danny smiled and remarked that rich people were distracted, and as long as they didn't take pictures, they would never notice. A black-haired, blue-eyed boy was all they expected, and would be all they would see.
Still, Jason spent his days reminding him of their little differences, and how they were changing over time. Danny was amused by his concern. He thought it was kind of adorable that Jay was afraid of him being found out.
This arrangement went on for a long time. Until at some point Danny stopped responding, and shortly after Bruce stopped asking.
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mysticaf · 3 months
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just killing time w the doppelgangers
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gallapple · 1 month
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oh this little shit.
[thank you all so much for the likes, reblogs, and nice comments on my cursed catlastor comic. I'm working on the second part now and heres a little doodle I made that made me laugh]
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warpedpuppeteer · 21 days
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These are literally the same pictures
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dovewingkinnie · 2 months
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the doppelgangers in elevator hitch kind of (just found this game am in love)
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crudaka · 6 days
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That's not my neighbor but the neighbors are actually doppelganger traps created by the DDD MORE PAGES:
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mxphanes · 7 months
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I have a novella releasing on October 18th called Doppelganger
Look at how cute the book cover looks
It's a quick read I promise, and it kinda tracks with spooky season (or whatever the kids say)
Preorder with the link below:
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bananasofthorns · 2 months
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“He betrayed your trust and you aren’t more upset?" Helsknight scoffs. "Pathetic.” Wels rolls his eyes. “It’s a death game, Helsknight, that’s kind of the whole point. I should’ve seen this coming, honestly.” “You’re naive.” “Iskall’s my friend. It’s not naive to trust him.” “He broke that trust!” “Well, yes, and I plan to get him back for that someday, but also: it’s a death game. We all agreed to it. I’m not mad at him for killing me, I just wish he’d been a bit more upfront about it.” If he’d been more obvious about trying to kill Wels, then maybe Wels wouldn’t be dead, also. But Iskall’s whole goal was to kill him, so he can understand the deception. “You’re infuriating.” Wels shrugs. He generally tries not to be, but in this instance, he finds that he doesn’t mind. “Maybe so. Look, can we finish this later? I need to go get my stuff back from Iskall, and your presence would probably freak him out.”
you know when you get to that point of dealing with intrusive/self deprecating/etc thoughts that you're just like. "yeah okay. consider: you're stupid and wrong. also: go away, i'm busy"? that should be wels and hels
read on Ao3
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ministarfruit · 2 months
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local alley cat gets beaten up (colourised)
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the-modern-typewriter · 10 months
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"My god." The stranger studied the protagonist, idly pinning them up against the bathroom wall. "That is incredible. You are incredible."
"I -" They didn't know exactly how they had expected the meeting to go, but it wasn't like this. "I didn't mean to startle you. The bartender gave me your change."
They shifted in the stranger's grip, which was about as effective as a mouse squirming beneath a lion's paw.
"Mm. They would, wouldn't they?" The stranger's head tilted as they wet their lips. "Wow. My own little doppelganger."
"I'm not - I'm just Riley."
"Riley," the stranger echoed.
"...And you are?"
The stranger laughed.
The two of them looked identical. It was uncanny. Obscene, in the face of the simmering hunger in stranger's face, that the protagonist would never have recognised on their own.
The protagonist shifted again. They politely cleared their throat.
The stranger smiled, honey slow. "You can keep the change. I don't need it."
"R-right." When the protagonist caught a glimpse of the stranger across the hotel bar, they had followed them to the bathroom. Not to be creepy or anything. They'd just been...curious.
"New to the city, are you?" the stranger said.
"Just passing through! Can you - can you let go of me?" It sounded like a question. The protagonist tried again. "Let go of me."
It was obvious that the stranger didn't like to be followed and didn't expect anything good from anyone doing the following. Which, fair. Still, it must have been obvious after the initial instinct that the protagonist was hardly stalking them for some untoward reason.
They'd just wanted a glimpse. To double check that their mind wasn't playing tricks on them.
The delight of discovery faded beneath the stranger's bright and wondering gaze and they rather wished that their mind was playing tricks on them.
The stranger's grip eased, mercifully, after a moment. Their palm smoothed down the protagonist's front with an eerie and less merciful possessiveness. The smile they flashed, though, was exactly the same one that the protagonist had seen a hundred times before in the mirror.
"Get a drink with me," the stranger said, and they didn't correct it into a question. "I want to hear all about you. Incredible."
It was, admittedly, incredible.
By the time they'd established no family connection, no easily apparent trick or explanation, it was late. The stranger - one Carter Eden - was charming when they wanted to be, but the protagonist couldn't shake their unease and the memory of those strong, weirdly familiar fingers fixing them in place as if it were nothing.
It explained something, though, of the looks the protagonist had been getting since they arrived. The treatment. The assumption that they were a creature of wealth, power and influence. Carter Eden was certainly that.
"Well, this was - something," the protagonist said, managing a smile. "I should get going though."
They wished now, too, that it had been a pub. Somewhere with less obvious rooms that they were obviously staying in.
"Mm." Eden was leaned towards them across the table, face cupped in one hand, intent. It might have been dizzyingly flattering in other circumstances. "This really was quite something, wasn't it? Serendipitous fate, perhaps."
The protagonist smiled again and pushed to their feet.
"You're so like me," the stranger said. "And yet...so utterly not. I just want to see everything you do." They sounded mesmerised. Intoxicated on more than the small amount of wine they'd shared. They stood too.
They were, of course, exactly the same height. Same build. Same everything, except the posture and mannerisms.
"Pleasure meeting you," the protagonist said, with a stiff politeness.
"All mine."
They woke up the next morning, with the stranger sitting in their room, watching them sleep with that same consuming curiosity.
The protagonist's belongings - wallet, ID, everything - were gone. Spirited away somewhere in the night, beyond locked hotel room doors and ordinary life.
They froze. Fury and fear swelled in their throat in equal measure.
"Good morning, gorgeous." The stranger rose, tossing them clothes that were most certainly not the protagonist's old and comfortable ones, and far more indeed like the antagonist's garments. "I'm afraid you're coming with me."
The protagonist knew then that they never should have followed the devil into the bathroom.
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dollsome-does-tumblr · 11 months
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someone please stop me from thinking, from ruminating, from brooding about ted finding michelle crying at the window about how every day she hopes she’ll feel like she did at the beginning vs. rebecca constantly crying from how much she loves ted and wants him to stay and wants him to know she wants him to stay in every damn scene they share in this finale
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