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icarus-suraki · 9 months
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A little solarpunk inspiration for your afternoon, p'raps? And, yes, it's real. This is not AI.
EDEN tower in Singapore (streetview)
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oli-the-cat · 8 months
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what Adventure Time take got people looking at you like this
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squeaky-potat · 8 months
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Lawyers need lazy weekends too. 🛌
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serfuzzypushover · 3 months
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well this took a bit
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ode-on-a-grecian-butt · 4 months
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art by @lullindo
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chui--3 · 3 months
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I dont think that i will ever finish this, but maybe some day i will do it.
The wings looks more like tails, but i wont fix that.
I just started plaing Limbus Company so maybe i will draw someone from there.
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montydrawsstuff · 1 year
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floaty smooch- now in stunning digital
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jacenotjason · 7 days
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rrrrobert
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its been a minute since ive drawn him all unhinged
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magicdyke · 1 year
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i think mob would like babybel cheese a lot
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i agree
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ax-y10 · 3 months
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wilbur x reader enemies to lovers!!
you caught yourself in a heated argument with wilbur, too enraged by his spill of words a few minutes ago to comprehend the fond look on his face.
he had no business trying to use his charisma against you in this argument. his ego was way too big for his lanky frame.
“why don’t you act like your hairline and take a few steps back!” you shouted as he started forcing you backwards, trapping you between the wall and himself.
“you’re quite cute when you’re angry, d’you know that?” punctuating his statement by stealing your lips in the softest kiss imaginable.
maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad fighting him in the future…
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littlesparklight · 10 days
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so close to the end, so have this snippet.
"Hektor." Apollo tipped his cup and took a sip, gaze falling onto the gleaming nectar within. "Even if I hadn't known him before I came to glory in him for these past years, I always would have. But I've known him since he was a child - he and a companion of his were born on the same day as I call my own, the day my divine mother and sister brought me into the world when Eileithyia had finally been appeased and lured away from her mother's side. Polydamas I gave the clear-sightedness of knowing the paths and signs of birds and omens, for that was a fitting gift for the son of a priest of mine. Hektor I needed time for; before Kassandra and Helenos, the closest that family has brought out in augurs were Priam's oldest."
Pausing, Apollo cocked his head, glancing up to meet Hyacinthus' gaze. There was a curl of amusement in the corner of his.
"Perhaps I became too fond of listening to that child as he grew, for he was an ardent worshipper in the connection of our shared day of birth, and I could still find no fitting gift than my continued attention. He was earnest and gentle, someone I could see would be, and quickly became, a defender both of what I'd helped build and what was housed within. No great skill at the lyre or with poetry, and he preferred other weapons than the bow, but his company was… soothing."
"Soothing?"
Only part of this was what Hyacinthus had expected to hear. Even the parts he'd expected fitted ill to what he'd expected would be the whole those parts would fit into. He'd overheard Apollo talk about Admetos, about Kassandra, and Helenos. Knew how Apollo talked about him, both to him in their bed and to others. But there seemed to be no desire at all as he spoke of Hektor, though fondness was the beating heart found within each and every syllable.
"Soothing," Apollo agreed, taking another sip. Briefly, his expression was an open wound. "Not a son, not a lover, and I needed not be either of those things for or with him - I can see what my dearest sister find in companionship with her girls. He was a warrior, but a gentle one, and even before the war I'd begun to give him what I knew would serve him best, though it's a role I haven't exactly embodied until recently."
Apollo, not the poet or the hunter or even the plague bringer, but the rouser of armies.
Apollo of the bow, not in play or in search of sustenance, but the gleaming edge of bronze of an arrow nocked to find the heart of a man, a sword swung to kill, a spear thrown. Stormgod of the army, as the Trojans called him. In relief, in need, though not, as far as Hyacinthus had been able to tell, because of the hostility of Pallas Athena the sacker of cities, nor that of the more uncertain support of bronze Ares.
"So you gave him a helmet, with your own hands," Hyacinthus said slowly, thoughtful and understanding both, reaching out to stroke Apollo's knuckles of the hand he had clutched, and far tighter than it appeared by sight alone, around his kylix.
"I gave him a helmet," Apollo agreed, and threw back almost the whole contents of his cup in a single swallow.
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aztexsgem · 15 days
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My redesign of our girl nifty!
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Who's next?
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Lucifer's redesign
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roach? (to shadow milk cookie)
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keybordcaps · 2 months
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Hannibal Good Morning gif. MEAT themed.
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starlessvsaint · 1 month
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Everyone has just a poster, and Aegon has renaissance painting
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tblsomedoodles · 9 months
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i had. an idea.
so. here me out.
This would be for the canon, non-seer Clara that would be, in fact, raised by Donnie. instead of the really sad version i had been on the fence about, i have this!
Clara lives. She gets to the end like with Mikey, Leo, and CJ. She is, in fact, sent through the time portal with CJ. but when she went through it, it went a bit wonky, sending her a year further back then she should have. And right into the middle of Big Mama's office.
So Clara, knowing from stories, that Big Mama had a habit of throwing people into arenas, decides the best course of action is to make herself too valuable for Big Mama to do so.
So she makes Big Mama think she's a Doom Prophet. She knows enough about the future (her past) to pull it off. Big Mama, wanting that knowledge, decides to keep her close as her assistant, doing so by having Clara sign a mystic contract.
Clara plays along, though she really doesn't have much say in the matter. It was either this or the arena and she wouldn't be able to stop an apocalypse from there. She's also not quite ready to face those younger versions of her father and uncles so pretending to be the exceptionally loyal but silent assistant to Big Mama worked out best at the time. (even if both her and Big Mama knew it was a farce. Clara will insult/make faces/be a general annoyance to Big Mama whenever there's no one else in the room. The only think keeping her safe is the fact that Big Mama thinks she's a seer and, thus, too valuable to just get rid of.(there also might be something in the contract keeping her from harm. i'll have to think on that.))
But yeah, Clara accidentally ending up as Big Mama's Assistant anyone?
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