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On the way
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maxxione · 2 days
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I am in desperate need of a fic for her
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searchsystem · 1 day
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Mark Bloom / CoType Foundry / RM Neue Mono / Specimen / 2023
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ferroussulfayt · 2 days
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it's sickening how people automatically assume all asexual people are sex repulsed people.
no!! there are plenty of ace people that are okay with having sex/are NOT repulsed by it!! they just don't feel ATTRACTION!!!
just like how not all aromantic people are romance repulsed!!! some of them LIKE doing romantic things!!!
and also, NOT ALL ASE PEOPLE ARE ARO!!! aroallos are very valid and i love them!!
i also love alloases!!!
there are so many different ways to be asexual/or aromantic and they are all valid!
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gyossaith · 10 months
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“Trust Issues” by takiisbranding aka Bruno Cæsar.
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blumineck · 5 months
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Hey y'all! I know you love drawing references over here, so I wanted to show you a preview of a set that one of my Patrons requested.
If you like this stuff and are able to, please consider supporting me via Patreon (where you can find the extended photo set, including shots from cover and up a tree), or dropping a few quid over on Kofi. It means the world to me, and helps me keep going with my archery shenanigans!
And as always, please tag me in your art if you're comfortable to! I love to see it ❤️
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null-entity · 5 months
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COLLAB WARNING!!!
Finally happy to talk about this and start getting excited!
Next weekend @blumineck and I will be meeting up for stock shooting!. (Puns).
I will be handling the tech and the camera, he will be providing the real archery skills and pole dancing XD.
The plan is to shoot stuff of him Solo and some together as well.!! (he might get me on the pole.. but I would not hold much hope for me XD).
Damned excited but now the real question/request is...
GIVE US POSE SUGGESTONS AND IDEAS!!
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kartsie · 1 month
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Black Canary and her trusty sidekick
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diorsiren · 1 year
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theveryworstthing · 2 months
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The Witch's Granddaughters
local witches Mishthill Vine and her husband Joe found a very badly woven basket full of strange infants and wildflowers on their doorstep about 26 years ago. they did not have to read the note tucked in with the babies to figure out that their daughter had found a new way to give them migraines. 
everybody wants to be a monster-fucker, but nobody wants to deal with the results. 
Ashe and Arrow rarely see their parents but they don't really mind anymore. they used to go on little holiday adventures with them when their mom remembered they existed (or needed something from Maw and PopPop) but that was... A Lot. these days they're full grown witches plotting out adventures of their own while helping their grandparents keep the local magic bullshit under control. 
they're good kids. 
bonus:
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fionaapplerocks · 1 year
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Fiona Apple
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whydoihavetoart · 8 months
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backstabber
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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I shot an arrow at my friend’s car as a prank and then I realized that the arrow made a hole.
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killyridols · 2 months
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everything is silent, everything is wild V & everything is silent, everything is wild I by maría fragoso jara, 2021, colored pencil on paper 22 × 22 in
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kettlefire · 10 months
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DP x DC Death Train edition
Bruce awoke with a start, eyes sweeping his surroundings to reveal a train. A train filled with three other members of the Justice league. All in civilian clothing.
Clark Kent. Barry Allen. Oliver Queen.
His first action was to attempt to wake the three heroes, all attempts failing miserably. Next order was try to figure out where they were and why.
The sight outside the windows was a deep, dark void. No light or shapes among the darkness. An ominious feeling grew stronger the longer he stared into the empty void.
He then worked to check the cargo holds above him. All of which were stuck shut and closed.
He quickly shifted his focus to the two doors on either side of the train cart. He had absolutely nothing on him that could be helpfully. Still dressed in the Pj pants and a shirt he had gone to bed in.
He moved to the one he thought might lead towards the front of the train. Giving a quick glance towards he's sleep comrades before making his choice.
The second cart was completely empty. The cargo hold was just as seal as the others.
He moved swiftly towards the next cart, softly cracking open the door and peering in.
This one wasn't empty.
Instead there stood a terrified man. Pale skin covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings. An impressive handle bar mustache paired with a bald head and leather jacket.
He wasn't the main focus though. Instead it was the shadow being that stood before him. The dark shape was humanoid, however it seemed to wisp and shift around the ends.
The being itself looked more ominous then terrifiying, but there seemed to be a recognition in the man's eyes.
"Please, please, I'm begging you! I'm sorry, if I had a choice I would never have done the things I did!"
The man's deep voice raised in octaves as the being took a step closer. He took a step back, pressing into the seat behind him.
Bruce barely refrain a flinch as a strange static noise left the being, seeming to echo in the empty air.
"No! No, that wasn't on me. You don't know the full story! Just hear me out, you'll understand, and-"
The man's pleas were cut short as the static sound filled the air again, this time louder. Sounding more hostile.
"No, she was asking for it! Please, look, I know what it looks like but-"
The being seemed to have enough of his pleas, pressing a dark, twisted hand onto the man's shoulder.
Bruce watched with wide eyes and baited breath as the man seemed to melt before his eyes. Screams filled the still area as the man's skin bubbled and dripped.
Starting at his legs and rising up with every second that passed. There was no flame. No reason for his skin to bubble and peel away from him.
In almost a blink an eye, the man was nothing more than a scorched puddle on the ground. Bruce quietly worked to move back into the prior cart, trying to close the small gap he made as quiet as possible.
The shadow being barely moved, but Bruce swore he felt eyes on him. It was looking straight at him. It knew he was there, there was no doubt in his mind.
Throwing caution to the wind, Bruce clicked the door closed and made a fast retreat back where he came.
Glancing over his shoulder to see nothing but the empty space. If that being wanted him dead, there was no doubt in his mind it wouldn't be hard to do.
Not in this state. Not when he had no clue what they were dealing with.
When he flung the door back to his original cart open, he almost ran straight into a sturdy chest.
Clark. He was awake. A quick glance around confirmed that everyone else was as well.
Bruce gave them a quick rundown of what he knew, shifting from Bruce Wayne billionaire to Bruce Wayne Justice League member.
After a brief debate on what to do, the team settled for moving the over way. The further from that thing they could get, the better their chances.
All hope relying on the being not being able to teleport between carts.
They catiously moved their way into the other carts. The others just as empty as the one he was in prior. Every cargo hold sealed shut, not even Superman's strength could pull them open.
Abilities didn't seem to work past the carts walls. Clark could only hear the heart beat of those around him, but nothing further passed the doors. X-ray vision was of no help, either.
It wasn't until their third cart that they ran into someone else. A shocked teenage boy staring back at them from the ground. Wide blue eyes and tossled black hair.
"You aren't supposed to be here." The teen mumbled, taking in the new crowd of four. "How-How did you get here?"
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desimonewayland · 2 months
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Quentin Blake (b. 1932) Nude woman struck by arrow, 2018
Christie's
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