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tai-janai · 24 hours
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too many thoughts. princess in a suit. now she is the lady in your head
bonus obligatory hero contradiction
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excali-bruh · 3 months
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“I just always thought, when I got old or sick, I’d have a wife and kids to look after me.”
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“You have everything you need right here. We both do.”
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asfodelle · 23 days
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The height difference is lovely
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venomous-qwille · 7 months
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it's his halloween costume guys
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wr1ghtw0rth · 2 months
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Catworth doodle I made a while ago. I'm constantly thinking of this...
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dipplinduo · 4 months
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S&S D —
Juliana, gets injured in the terrarium:
Kieran, nowhere near her: Something just happened.
Pecharunt: ????? Kieran: I felt a disturbance in the force. Pecharunt: I am the force bitch??? And I'm supposed to be disturbing you?!??!
Kieran, completely ignoring: I should text Juliana and see if she's alright.
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Nameless Danny au: The twin
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Danny phantom being damians twin and ghost king au.
It had been years since Damian walked the cold halls of the league. In that time threw acceptence from Dick he learned that no, his twin was not a waist of life. That he and his twin had been pitted against each other. That the hatred Damian had held for his twin wasn't healthy and neither was relishing in his death.
Bruce tried not to think about it, about a boy around damians build lying limp on the floor. Nothing made him feel better when he thought about it, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. But his mind was a steal trap, one that baby that was never even named could never escape from.
Talia was the one who threw soon to be danny in the pit. Not out of love (at least that's what she tried to tell herself) but to be rid of him. She thought of it a final chance. A final mission. If her son could find a family that would raise him, after being abandoned in the middle of a random city, then she would permit him to live.
Ras was glad to be rid of the other twin. Why waist resources on such a weak child. Honestly he knew what Talia had done and simply didn't care to correct her. The child was gone and he didn't have to worry about someone bringing him back out of spite. After all his daughter already did that.
And as years passed, and the dust settled the nameless boy seemed to slip threw the cracks into the world of memories.
That is until years later when the envelopes appeared.
An rsvp letter to a coronation. The ghost kings coronation. All in silver and gunmetal and ectoplasm green. But no reason to why the letter had been sent to it's recipients
Damian held it limply in his hands and for a brief moment it felt like home. He couldn't explain it, didn't understand it. In the end he assumed it was the pit stirring inside him calling him to this so called ghost king. He took the letter to his father.
Bruce, also having received a letter was running tests and doing the work to find out what exactly could protect him (and by proxy the world) from ghosts. Having talked to colleagues (who were both thrilled and nervous to hear that there was a new ghost king) he settled on blood blooms. So he and his son readied themselves for a fight may there need to be one. They checked the box and green surrounded them.
Talia didn't know what to think. Ras wanted her to check the box already, but she felt it could be a trap. Yet there was a part of her. A quiet voice inside telling her to do it. Check the box, sign the letter. In the end she gave in. The light surrounded her, a green brighter then the pit ever was.
Ras waited for Talia to check the box first. He wanted to know what would happen. If she would die. After all he could always throw her in the pit. When she didn't die but disappeared he decided, yes he would go to this...coronation. It would be a good time to make an ally after all. The light absorbed him and he disappeared.
Bruce, Damian, Talia and Ras stood in front of what had to be the ghost castle, decorated with garlands and other displays.
When the four made eye contact is when Bruce put two and two together. Whatever this was it had to do with either Damian or...
He didn't get to finish his thought. A girl rushed out of the castle doors holding the finger of a massive knight and pulling him along. The child looked remarkably like him and he wondered if this was the new ghost king.
She curtsied and began to speak until she got a closer look at those before her.
She paled and whispered
"Oh...Oh no. You're not supposed to be here."
But it was too late. The procession had begun and they were pushed in with the crowd.
The boy. He really was a boy and not some big frightening being stood at the throne.
Damian gasped.
Talia froze.
Bruce's eyes narrowed.
Ras backed away a bit.
They had all done their research on how powerful a ghost king was... and there was a boy exactly Damians age. Eyes a little greener, white hair, and barely paler in a dead way.
Each of them knew at once.
Danny look into the crowd. He recognized almost all of them. He had studied well for this after all. Cause even if he didn't exactly want to be king, a king was needed to keep the infinite relms in check.
It was Jazz standing beside him who pointed them out. The four people he didn't want there more then anything.
He had forgotten about them for a time, until the lab accident brang it all back. His bio family.
He knew it must have been a mistake.
He had told Jazz about them after some time. Sobbing in the middle of the night. Asking why neither set of parents loved him.
Jazz squeezed his hand. They'd get threw this.
And with that the ceremony commenced...
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dreamingofep · 3 months
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I don’t think you guys understand how I’m like 🤏🏻 this close to keep writing for Sinned Awakening and not end it just yet…😈
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monsoon-of-art · 6 months
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I love the concept of turning a character into a unique pokemon just for them
So I'm making adaman a crocodile
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cyanwyrmy · 7 months
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Wow!!! Thanks y’all for 1,000 followers! I’m glad folks enjoy all the Eddie Dear drawings lol I need the inspiration to actually draw and WH has helped a lot! Inspired!
Anyway, here’s a sneak peak at more Eddie doodles 💌 feel free to share some WH fan art ideas in the comments (especially if they include a certain postman)!
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cordeliawhohung · 27 days
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Simon who keeps Johnny like a pet dog but gets annoyed with how high his sex drive is and can't keep up with his antics so he allows Johnny to choose a "play mate" and that mate is you
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bubblergoespop · 21 days
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vampires’ senses are heightened when they’re fully fed. in vincent’s words, they’re more “sensitive”
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bloodybelly · 3 months
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OK so i watched Wish- it was really bad, BUT, there is some good ideas.
And looking at the concept art... we were ROBBED! the star boy is such a good idea, i wonder why they scrapped him.
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 4 months
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I made this post and then wrote this little snippet :3
enjoy.
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Apollo cocked his head like an intrigued wolf. Half his consciousness watched Electra as she hurried her little brother away, anxiously glancing over her shoulder as they ran down the halls.
"How old is he?" He suddenly asked.
Hermes blinked, glancing askance at him. "Who?"
"The boy," Apollo's invisible eye watched as the boy tugged on his sister's hand, mouth moving as if imploring her to come with him. "Orestes."
His brother shrugged.  "Ten? Twelve? I'm not sure."
Older than the war, for sure. Hadn't he been a mere babe when Iphigenia was sacrificed? Ten, at the very least. Most likely eleven.
Apollo turned his whole attention to Orestes as a servant woman gently took his hand, respectfully dipping her head to Electra, and drew him away - away from his home, from his bloodlusted mother.
From his sister.
He continued to watch. Electra retreated back into the palace, sneaking through the servant's quarters. Orestes kept looking back, brows furrowed with confusion and eyes tearing up when the realization she wasn't coming back hit him.
The servant attempted to comfort him, scooping the now-crying boy into her arms and running faster, but he struggled and began screaming for Electra.
Orestes. A young boy forcible exiled from what was rightfully his. Separated from his sister - from his family - because of the actions of a vengeful queen.
The scene echoed one Apollo was intimately familiar with. Though, with a few notable differences.
Still. The similarities were there. Perhaps not a deadringer for his own young life but...it was there.
Apollo crossed his arms and felt the tightly-wound knot in his chest soften - not loosen, or even untie itself, but...soften.
He's always had a soft spot for children. Even if he had killed a few himself.
Orestes, however, would not be one of those unlucky boys. No, Apollo could sense he would play a major role on day - he would be the reckoning of Clytemnestra and Aegisthus.
And, perhaps, of the House of Atreus's curse.
"You're plotting something," Hermes's voice drew part of his attention away. His brother's lips were quirked and his arms rested on his caduceus. "What're you up to?"
Apollo glanced back at Orestes and the maid as they struggled through the woods.
"Just some spring cleaning," He lightly replied. "Give me...about a decade, and that particular mess," Apollo inclined his head towards the palace of Argos, where Clytemnestra prowled around, looking for her young son now far from her bloody grasp. "Will be gone."
Hermes's eyes widened. "That's a tall order, Apollo," he dubiously said. "No one in the House of Atreus has escaped that curse."
Apollo hummed. "Menelaus did. Why not Orestes?"
His brother's eyes brightened with understanding. "You're going to have Orestes break the curse?" He laughed disbelievingly. "How? He'll still be killing his own mother. The curse will continue."
Apollo merely hummed for an answer.
True, matricide would continue the curse. But he'll find a way to rid the world of it. It had plagued it for far too long, and he would know!
He was the god of plagues, for Fates' sake! If he had to clean up this mess himself, he will.
...And if Cassandra's soul would find peace with the deaths of her murderers...even better.
Still keeping a sliver of his consciousness on Orestes, Apollo sought out the room where the bloody murders had transpired.
It was a ghastly scene. Agamemnon's body was sprawled on the floor, tunic and cloak ripped and dripping with drying blood. His eyes were vacant and unseeing - irrevocably dead.
But Apollo paid him no mind. His eyes were drawn to the second slumped figure, dark red hair spilled over the ground, dark enough to be mistaken for the blood that crested her chest. Her eyes were closed, the deep, mysterious blue that had twinkled with curiosity forever deprived of their spark. Her deep tan was stained with both her own and Agamemnon's blood, as was her purple peplos, torn and dirtied.
He swallowed the lump in his throat.
Cassandra.
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flowery-king · 2 years
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Guys what if i made him nice
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sketchingsparrow · 1 year
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Concept art sheet for the novel “Sabriel” <3
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