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lazybakerart · 9 months
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i want kelvin and keefe to be hitting it hard and fast and messy as all Heck in season four. but also there’s so much to be found in kelvin and keefe edging around hitting it hard and fast and trying desperately to not have sex out of wedlock and the tension can only be cut with a chainsaw that keefe somehow knows how to juggle.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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My Lawyer is going to Get Your Ass.
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saccharinerose · 6 months
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Furina: Anyone I've ever worked with probably couldn't wait to get rid of me... Since I'm just an ordinary person now. They'll probably just laugh in my face if I go asking them for help... :(
Neuvillette, the second Furina asks him about booking the Opera Epiclese, the process for which is notably cumbersome and complex: Yes, I will take care of it immediately. Btw does this mean you will allow audiences (myself included) to enjoy your outstanding acting talents once more? 🥺
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munchboxart · 4 months
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Stupid comic about my stupid experience picking up this stupid game again
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todayisafridaynight · 9 months
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reward piece done for a twitter lovely !
Commission Info (23 Aug. 2023)
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greenvillainredemption · 10 months
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One thing I love about mutant mayhem is that Leo has a crush on an April who’s not conventionally attractive. It almost feels like, because of the turtles’ isolated upbringing* he hasn’t been influenced by the popular western beauty ideals and just thinks this ordinary human is beautiful! And I think that’s really cool! Because she is!
*though they’ve clearly been exposed to celebrities and other pop culture so ?? idk lol
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elllteo · 3 months
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Creators I love you but it's time to wake up
Among rumors about our tumblr user data being sold off to Midjourney/Generative AI, recent Extremely transphobic events (that have been ongoing) coming to a head, another extremely concerning internet censorship bill being pushed in upper levels of government, and a general air of frustration over how the site belongs to and is operated by perhaps the second stupidest CEO (second only to twitters own) of our age, I'm very done with the last few vestiges of what the old internet held for artists.
And if you're reading this, you probably are too.
I know we're tired. We are all tired. It is not always viable to pack up shop and move, again and again and again.
From tumblr to twitter to anywhere else we've ever grown up posting, things no longer work. Our audiences are kneecapped by aggressive and hostile algorithms, our reach is abysmal - if we aren't shadow-banned or silenced for one (transphobic) reason or another, we're thrust into an ever growing pit of hostility where the only thing that drives clicks is fighting and contention.
We're tired. We're so fucking tired. We aren't businesses, we aren't content mills, we cannot keep this pace that modern social media has set for us, to wring every ounce of creativity out of us to profit from and leave us rotting.
The key to staying afloat here, and I cannot stress this enough, is to stay connected to your peers.
Pack up and move as units if you must. Exodus from the sites that are killing us. Push your entire friend group of artists to move from one site to the next that promises you a kinder experience.
Art drives movements, it drives change, it is all that encompasses being human. If you take that away from the shitty places, they will be left with nothing but a cesspit of inhumanity and the people who follow you will be more incentivized than ever to move with you.
Yes, this is terrifying. There are no guarantees. There never was, and never are, and never will be.
But stay connected. Stay human.
Support each other and be willing to hold hands and jump when we all - as a group - need to jump from the flames we're all trying to convince ourselves wont kill us before rescue comes.
Rescue isn't coming, rescue will be found hand in hand with each other. I'm offering you my hand, please take it. There's always a new start, there are always helping hands reaching for you. You have to look up from the doom-scroll long enough to see and take them.
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gmaybe666 · 1 year
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this is basically two middle school girlies fighting
full college!kenstewy comic!
context for their fight
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iamnmbr3 · 2 months
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Voldemort recruiting werewolves and other nonhumans to his cause: I will give you power in a society that has shunned you and the freedom to live openly.
The Order of the Phoenix recruiting werewolves and other nonhumans to their cause: Thoughts and prayers. We support you.
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ruthytwoshakes · 5 months
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cicadas are fun to eat if you are an animal , or a person, nom nom nom crunch crunch. They only come out every couple of decades though, so you’re gonna have to wait a long time before you can see them again. Gorge yourself until then. Decorate your windowsills with their shells, record their buzzing to listen to while you sleep. Don’t forget, you can’t forget. okay bye.
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wildstar25 · 1 month
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What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?
(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)
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Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:
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#ffxiv#wolship#g'raha tia#y'shtola rhul#wolgraha#wolshtola#y'shtola x wol#arsay nun#graharshtola#y'shtola calling arsay a pain in her side is very much an affectionate thing btw#and i couldnt pass up the joke of g'raha giving the sweet gentlemanly response only for yshtola to be like 'tits tbh'#her defaulting to an answer that would probably stop the conversation before she has to talk to much about her deeper feelings imo#i have. a lot of feelings about yshtola and arsay's friendship#someone who is constantly trying to build walls between herself and others vs someone who desperately wants to form real connections#its not a 'wearing that person down' type situation either#just one lonely person seeing another lonely person and hoping that they could be less lonely together#or that she could at least bring some cheer to#and idk yshtola strikes me as the type to have been like 'if they want to be my friend they have to work for it'#which arsay certainly did#i could ramble on and on how their friendship lines up so well with yshtolas character development but theres a limit to these tags#so just look at how cute shtola is with the slightest blush on her cheeks#graha is a much more complicated topic since he went from Extreme adoration to I want to be her friend but I dont think im good enough#to 100% Hero worship again to Shes my hero and I love her to Shes a person and I love her#to I love Arsay. Even the parts she can't love in herself. I will love all of her till my dying breath.#he thinks shes the most beautiful person in the world and the most important thing in his life#but he now knows how insane she's been about being everyone's hero and he really doesnt want to feed that beast#so hes trying to build her up in other ways#focusing more on the adventuring side than the saving the world side#and then there is arsay who loves so much about her partners and is in capable of narrowing it down to any one thing so its#'here let me list everything that comes to mind right now' with 0 shame or filter
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bambeebirdie · 11 months
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This is for @bluepeachstudios ‘s Ghost in a Shell. It’s really good you should read it.
I looked at exactly one picture of Jupiter Jim and went “yeah this should be enough to draw him.” I will not be answering if it actually was
Have some bonus content under the cut!
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And sketches
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(I love any character who can say “I don’t want to go back to prison” it’s like the funniest thing to me)
#i don’t know what compelled me to hand write that text. it’s not very good#we just don’t do things the easy way here. that’s why I render with an app on my phone. i don’t believe in simplicity#i had a plan for a lot more full body shots but then I couldn’t find any good lair references so I decided to screw it#I’ve never drawn rise characters before. this is my first time drawing them and expressions wow#I’m not very good at style copying and my default is so much rounder than rise is so that was just a woof#i should say all text in these shit posts aren’t canon at all. you can figure out where they likely take place yes#but they never show up in story#just a little fyi incase anyone decides to check it out#the entire inspiration for this post was just watching 2003 and going#WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DID THAT??#ghost causally dropping the most wild facts about his life has like endless shit post potential#yeah I went to space. stole a ship. went to jail. aided a fugitive. held a dictator at gunpoint#and folks that’s just one arc. go watch 2003#i debated making angst as it is likely more currently topical but I’m a shit poster at heart#chapter 29. how we feeling boys? I’m actually doing rather well. i think just the fact the build up is over and I’m so tired I no longer#have emtions I’m just pumped for the next chapter whoo!#i started to lose mojo very fast while doing this but I wanted to finish today so I did. i hope it’s not too obvious#yeah anyways go read ghost in a shell#go watch 2003#go read ghost in a shell#i’m gonna go to bed now#ghost in the shell#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2018#fan fiction recommendations#fan art of a fan fic#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2003
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oatbugs · 14 days
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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monstertsunami · 8 months
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wtf is wrong with ppl trying to manifest a petrigtof breakup. im genuinely mystified. i want them to be toxic together until the end of time some real sunk cost fallacy shit. theyve been devoted to each other for literally thousands of years, YES to a fault, but shes an entire god of chaos now there is like nothing else for her to lose. shes all powerful and her only goal is to protect simon WHY, from a storytelling perspective, would she break up with him now? why would simon break up with her? theyre both at rock bottom there is nowhere to go but up. they could even rebuild together! if you want them to be healthy so fucking bad they could confront their past and try again. TOGETHER. but its not cathartic or a good ending at all for them to just cut it off or stay friends after centuries of literal madness. stop putting these characters through therapy or making them well adjusted just shut up shut up AAGH .
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simonsquest · 1 month
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Stage 15 of Castlevania 1. Simon encounters sentient bodies of armour before meeting Death itself. @beevean CW: descriptions of violence and blood
Climb higher.
Simon’s legs make quick work of ascending stairs to the next floor. He’s greeted by a sound that grates on his ears - metal bodies of armour animated by magic note his presence right away. Two of them haul their mighty and towering bodies in his direction, metal grinding on metal.
As they lurch closer still, Simon crouches into a defensive stance, eyeing them for an opening to attack.
He isn’t given enough time to study before one of the armoured knights raises an arm, hurling an axe towards Simon’s head. He’s quick to kneel, bowing his head to dodge it.
Once out of harm’s way, he lifts his eyes to watch his enemies again.
Magic materializes another axe in the palm of his foe’s hand. An endless supply. Great.
Simon’s attention splits as the second of the armours has also thrown their axe, aiming squarely for Simon kneeled on the floor.
He doesn’t have time to think before he dodges, rolling out and away upon the stone ground. Like the first, some magic bestows the animated armour with a new weapon readily.
Simon has to take them out, and quickly.
Hauling himself up, he readies the leather whip in hand before snapping it towards the leg of one of them, pulling with all of his might in an attempt to send it to the ground.
It’s so much heavier than he was expecting. It takes all of his force for the armour to lose balance. Miraculously, it seems to be aware of its restraint. The armour’s helm looks down at the leather wound around its heel.
Simon will take advantage of its sentience.
As the armour busies itself trying to become undone, Simon sprints towards it before tackling it with all of his might, sending both to the ground with a loud crash onto the stone floor beneath.
As quickly as possible, Simon tears the helm off, tossing it away before reaching his arm into the breastplate through the opening for the neck.
His hand squeezes an object—fleshy, pulsing and warm—before his attention is torn away again.
The second animated armour is readying to throw another axe towards him.
Simon doesn’t have time to think before he’s wrenching the shield from the fallen one’s grasp, using it to block the the axe blitzing towards him.
It connects with a terrible ringing sound far too close to Simon’s ear. The axe has embedded itself into the shield, which Simon now struggles to hold due to sheer weight.
Simon separates both objects in either hand before rising to stand, hurling the axe with all of his strength towards the second.
It connects, and the helm comes clean off before the sentient armour falls to the ground.
Good. He’ll tend to that one, next.
He discards the shield onto the ground with a heavy thud. He straddles the armour on the ground beneath him again, returning to the task of fishing out its core.
With a tug, he pulls out the fleshy orb from the body.
He watches it beat in his hand—it's tinted an unnatural blue hue. It almost looks like a heart.
Simon flexes his hand closed, crushing it with ease. Blood from it spews down his forearm and onto his face.
With his free hand, Simon wipes his face before dismounting. He collects his whip before moving onto the next felled behind him.
To his shock, another creature has appeared without him noticing. It is leaning over the fallen armour. It is a cloaked being, partially translucent as it carries a sort of fog behind it.
The putrid scent of disease and rot accost Simon’s senses, next.
Then a harrowing ache overwhelms him. His instincts are screaming at him to run.
It can only be for one reason:
before him stands Death itself.
And Death comes for all men. For all manner of creatures and beasts.
It is the omnipresent shepherd for all life lost.
And this can only mean Simon’s own end is drawing closer still.
The hooded cloak lifts to meet Simon’s gaze. A glowing pair of red orbs illuminate Death’s skull-like face.
Simon stares Death in the face. It burns into him. Its visage will haunt him.
“You must be the Belmont.”
No mouth has opened to utter these words. They flow in as a distorted, inhuman sound, echoing within Simon’s mind.
“Are you Death?” Simon finally has the courage to ask aloud, and he does what he can to sound unaffected.
“Then you know why I am here.” It replies ominously, extending a boned hand outwards.
A glistening scythe materializes within its grasp.
“My lord desires your soul,” Death explains “and while it is before your time, I mustn’t disobey my master.”
Simon’s throat tightens. Death knows when he will die.
And Death has the ability to change when Simon will meet his end.
The time is now—all he can do is ready himself to fight him, calling upon God to grant him protection against this omnipotent force that has bowed to Dracula’s influence.
All he can do is fight.
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naamahdarling · 2 months
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