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doctorsiren · 10 months

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“I am not the sunshine. I am not the moon at night. I’m no one if I’m nowhere in between”

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #apollo justice #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #dr sunshine is dead #ace attorney fanart #Will Wood Ace Attorney #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #I know like super little about Apollo bc I literally only started the second game 😭#but since Apollo is the name of a sun god #and the song had to do with vision #and I know that his eye gets bandaged #I thought I’d do something funky 🤭

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farannir · 3 months

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evermore (2020) lyrics that punched me in the gut and/or embraced me in the warmest of hugs

#tsedit #tswiftedit #taylor swift #tswift #evermore #lyrics #hi swiftie tumblr i see you all and i appreciate you #and humbly offer you this edit #inspiration struck and made me dust off the ol' photoshop #i just suddenly had the vision for the happiness one and it spiralled from there #i really missed making edits #this was so fun #originally this was supposed to be a collection of my fav ts songs across all albums #but after i made the happiness and right where you left me ones #i figured focusing on one album would result in a more cohesive aesthetic #maybe i will do sth similar for some of the other albums? we shall see #the eras have been era-ing in my brain recently #oc

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autismsupersoldier · 5 months

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[date of origin: 2023/06/04]

the world hates to see silly girls thrive!!!

#i was thinking of captioning this with a song lyric #and there were some contenders: “and when i was young i wore my sisters clothes // i liked to paint my nails and i had secrets no one knows #or “did i not show you a way out? // beneath the veil you saw my vision wrapped in doubt”#or “i told him that i had found god in my own way // in tablets and horns and the boys in the hallway”#or “raise the book and cast the oil // fingers in the fathers soil”#but i couldnt decide on either one #and i also just felt a bit. embarrassed to be doing that #i didnt feel that a silly doodle warranted a song lyric in the caption #clara saburova #clara the changeling #the changeling #мор утопия #pathologic #pathologic 2 #pathologic classic hd #pathologic classic #autismsupersoldier originals

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strangersynth · 10 months

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lucas sinclair; your heart or mine

#lucas sinclair #im so thrilled to have actually made it this took me so long #had a good chunk of bad days so i had a few days where i didnt work on this properly if at all #but i came back to it yesterday like i am gonna finish this and i didd #it is not as good as it could be but i had a vision and i did it #i love how this was initially just gonna be one chorus #and i said nah imma do the whole song #anyways!#this song is your heart or mine btw #mine #hope ur doing exquisite

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likesummerrainn · 4 months

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But there are no mistakes, Except what you create, You need to know your place...

#aewedit #adam cole #mjf #adamcoleedit #mjfedit #better than you bay bay #was doing the dishes today. listened to this song today. had a vision.#i don't think i've ever made gifs for mjf so this is new for me!#my gifs #freddie

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patrocles · 1 year

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LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Torrhen Stark & Brandon Snow

To say that Torrhen Stark's decision to bend the knee to Aegon I was an unpopular one was an understatment. The king had ruled for nearly twenty years by that point and had maintained a rare tenure of peace and agricultural prosperity before the arrival of the Targaryen invaders. But while the decision to give up his crown may have saved the lives of the people of the North, it cost him the respect of his sons, his lords, and his brother, Brandon Snow.

Brandon was nearly a decade younger than the king, only just older than Torrhen's sons. The two had been close all their lives, as Brandon was raised within the royal Stark family amicably. He was trained as a warrior, one of the finest archers of the land. And he was bold, too. But like the rest of the North, Brandon held on to his grudges. It would be many months before Brandon spoke to Torrhen again after bending the knee to Aegon, and many more years before he considered forgiving his elder brother.

Torrhen prevented Brandon from trying to kill the dragons of Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. Before departing Winterfell, Brandon carved three arrows. He prayed over them, willed the power of the Old Gods to guide them true and slay the beasts. But Torrhen forbade him from using them. They argued and raged at each other before finally Brandon agreed to treat with Aegon, but left his bow behind. By the next morning, Torrhen handed his crown to the conqueror and Brandon spat at his feet.

It was not that Torrhen did not believe his brother could accomplish his mission, and for many years after it haunted him that perhaps he should have let the boy try. But he knew that Brandon would die a martyr in the attempt. Perhaps it as his selfishness to not see his brother, and eventually his sons to die pointless deaths. In the attempt to find a peace, he lost his brother's respect, and his sons struggled to even look at him. Brandon lived in his rage; anger at Torrhen's cowardice, anger at himself for listening to him. But Brandon could not fathom a king's responsability to his country, and did not bear the weight of it. Perhaps Torrhen was preventing his brother from an inevitable failure that which he would be blamed for. The bastard that could not kill a dragon. He gladly kept Brandon's resentment for the rest of his life, if meant saving him that.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiafgif #asoiafedit #valyrianscrolls #torrhen stark #brandon snow #siblingsgifs #celebrating my freedom from shadowban hell with Ultra Niche Content #pls keep in mind that all of this above is my own narrative creative liberty #but i am truly obsessed with bran's vision of brandon carving the arrows?????#SAY MORE GEORGE #is there something special about weirwoods that would have made it possible to kill them?? what would have happened if he did kill them?#aegon still had the bigger army and likely would have defeated the north's forces #BUT this is the north so??????#maybe we should have let brandon do his thing a bit #wheres my stark history book george stop playing with me #i just want 1 detail #about any of them

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good-wine-and-cheese · 3 months

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Arcade Fire - Awful Sound

AMV focused on the relationship between Tenma and both Tobio and Atom.

#tetsuwan atom #astro boy #umataro tenma #my amv #my art #tobio tenma #alternatively titled: tenma stuck in the bargaining stage of grief #I couldnt decide between like 3 songs and kept waffling on which to go with #but this one had more narrative beats that fit #I was set on Afterlife (same artist) for the longest time but here we are #originally this was going to be a much more ambitious project but Iiiiiii do not have the technical skill to pull off the effects I wanted #next time lol #if I figure it out I might reup with my original vision

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melit0n · 3 months

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Show me those pretty white jaws

(alt. versions below the cut)

#I'm not a digital artist in the slightest (it took me a week to figure out how to do this)#but I had a Vision™ in the middle of one of my classes on Monday and I had to do something with it otherwise I'd go mad #please forgive the non-accurate shark jaw! I did a sketch of this during class then rendered it and re-did it here and halfway through I ->#realised a shark's jaw doesn't look entirely like that lol #also moss is disastrously hard to render #if anybody has any tips on how to make stuff look less flat please let me know!!#sleep token #sleep token art #st #mel's doodles #jaws (song)

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feroluce · 1 year

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When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

#genshin impact #haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavehtham #these two have had me chewing concrete lately god #3.6 got me frothing at the mouth #something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart #and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby-#and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol #and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov #Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help #and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality #and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves #kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self*#al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this #or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other.#two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal #i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this #written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song #'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow'#'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption'#'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in'#'but he couldn't be saved'#'a sadness runs through him'#extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough #my fics #gore #body horror #I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case

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lover-of-mine · 1 year

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You know I know, there's only one place this could lead...

#buddieedit #911edit #911 #911 on fox #911 fox #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #otp: you don't need to pretend with me #my edit #you know this song came on shuffle earlier and i saw a VISION #then i had to scramble around to see if i had the skills for the vision #then i realized transitions were the vision so here we are okasoaksokasokas #its moments where i put major buddie scenes next to each other than I'm like this is on purpose there's no way #can you believe this set has 2 gifs that have 6 seconds #it just keeps going oaksoaksokas #i totally got carried away here #i dont do overlays often enough tho

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seasicksilver · 2 days

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well well well...

#work in progress #epic the musical #the underworld saga #the odyssey #odysseus #greek mythology #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #sketch #doodle #my animation #the first time i've had a vision so clear for art #and it's for the entire underworld saga...#i am literally forcing myself to do the 3 songs #i would love to work on this more today but i have work *gnaws on the bars to my cage*#i need to reread the odyssey now

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crossbackpoke-check · 2 months

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it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

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“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!