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mimicben · 14 days
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I uploaded my last Riddlebird art and i was like "wow, i have forgotten how to draw them completely", so enjoy this, which is me just tryin to figure how how to draw my au's Riddler again XD
lore for my version of the rouges coming soon? (if ya'll want it that is lolol)
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thursdayes · 6 months
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i watched it
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yandere-romanticaa · 3 months
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Dabi is such an interesting character to me. I find it so fascinating how he says that he does not care about some things, how he could not give a single crap about anything that's going on. With his easygoing attitude and flat tone, no one could blame you for thinking that way.
It was one of the many reasons why you wanted to break up with him.
Falling for Dabi to begin with was beyond unexpected. The man positively reeked of trouble. The second he stepped foot in your favorite coffee shop, you know that the only thing that guy could bring was chaos. The way he carried himself was a dead giveaway, even if most of his face was covered. You had no idea that he was a wanted criminal at the time and perhaps that was one of the reasons why you approached him to begin with.
Besides, life was just dull. Nothing was going on in your life, no sparks, no excitement. Every single day started to feel like the same shade of grey, the old colours of the world morphing into something so forgettable that it made you want to pull out your hair. So what if talking to this guy was a possible mistake?
It was better than nothing, you told yourself.
You can still recall his strong smell - smoke with a hint of some cheap cologne, perhaps a vain attempt to cover up that third metallic smell which couldn't be hidden no matter how hard he tried. Beneath that dark hoodie of his you could see his lips twitching and just as he was going to tell you off for bothering him, you introduced yourself.
The rest was, as they say, history.
Dabi was a bit of a weirdo but you didn't mind. You enjoyed his quirks and even liked to compliment his appearance from time to time, which made the villain wonder just how sick in the head you really were.
He never made any moves to shoo you away though.
And that stone cold fact was something which the League would often make fun of him for it. Dabi would usually end their jabs and jeers with an annoyed scoff and just leave the bar, hands in his pockets but no one was buying it.
Dabi wasn't sure if he wanted you near those clowns. The thought of someone else oogling you, in the same manner as he did, set him off. Dabi started to make the effort of seeing you more, whether or not you knew he was actually there was up for debate. He stuck to the shadows, tailing you day and night and he would reveal himself only if he saw fit.
Dabi wasn't sure why he was doing this, wasting his time with some weak little civilian.
When the day had ended and the sun was setting, Dabi would lazily walk back home. His mind would be rushing with thoughts of you, his knuckles in a tight grip as he kept them hidden in his deep pockets.
He could kill you whenever and however he damn well pleased.
Dabi had the terrifying ability to snuff the life out of you, and that thought gave him a rush of adrenaline, dare he say confidence.
Your life really was in his hands.
You often felt the need to explain away Dabi's red flags - he's just tired, that's why he's so cranky! Oh, he got mad that you went out with someone else? Well, um... There are so many bad guys out there, it makes sense that he would be worried. Because that is what a good boyfriend did - worry about his precious baby.
Dabi was smart (even a little kind) enough to keep his burn scars hidden away from you but the ones on his face were impossible to conceal. The villain would often find himself enchanted by your gentle touch as you'd trace your delicate fingers across the rough flesh, a stark contrast to the sheer softness you radiated.
He was often torn between two options - does he keep that softness safe or will he sink his fangs deep in your neck, claim you all for himself?
Day after day, the second opinion started to sound so much more appealing.
Dabi's love was all over the place. There would be times when you would hardly ever see him. No calls, no texts, no nothing. For all you knew he could have been dying in a ditch somewhere and you'd be none the wiser. You tried countless times to open up to you about his job but he would just shut you down in record speed. He would never get annoyed or angry with these questions but that did not ease your worries.
And with the prying eyes of friends and relatives, it got even harder to keep yourself so delusionally in love.
None approved of your relationship with Dabi. You shed countless tears due to their harsh protests, which often meant that you would run away straight into the arms of the main issue. Dabi would hold you in your bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His shirt would be covered in your tears and snot. Perhaps he would grumble about it later but not at the moment.
He was not a good person, but he did not want to be a complete monster towards you.
After these incidents, almost everyone who was ever close with you would start dropping like flies. All died violent, brutal deaths with the main cause usually being severe burns inflicted on the victims of various parts of their bodies. Sometimes the scarring was so deep that even days later the corpse would radiate heat, the disgusting smell or rot forever sticking to your nostrils.
To describe the experience of being forced to identify those bodies as "traumatic" would have been the understatement of the century.
The walk back home was excruciating, perhaps even a little otherworldly. There was no left in the world who cared for you anymore, no one you could run to for safety and comfort.
The only one who you had left was Dabi.
Maybe, it wasn't so bad, being with him that is. Yeah, he could be a little mean sometimes but he would always make it up to you. Dabi would call you his doll and pepper your face with gentle kisses, which often made you giggle. Sure, not knowing what Dabi was doing at the dead of night made you worry so much that you would sob until the cracks of daylight but that was okay because he would always cross the threshold of your home in one piece.
You only had Dabi to worry about, and that was... Odd to manage.
Gone were the walks with friends, meals with family. There was no living soul on this Earth which cared about you, wanted to see you happy and thrive.
Dabi was the only person left in your life.
And that was when the horrible realization hit like a bucket of ice cold water.
Dabi was the only person you had left.
Every single complaint, he had memorized them, each and every one. You knew that this was the case as he would sometimes bring up the most random things you had said months after you said them to begin with, proving the fact that he actually was paying attention.
The door opens with a powerful slam which startles the man. He asks you what's the problem but all hell breaks loose.
You scream, shout, cry. You accuse him of every possible crime he could have committed and he says nothing. Dabi sits on the sofa, his legs crossed as his cheek rests on the palm of his hand. You go on and on and Dabi doesn't bother to stop you.
Not until he lets out a deep chuckle.
Took ya long enough, he said to you. The tips of his fingers ignited with blue flames, a silent threat to keep you from screaming. You couldn't even bolt towards the door and there were no other escape routes.
He finally had you where he wanted you.
Dabi wasn't stupid. He knew that you planned on dumping him for a while now. He could not allow that, not now. Not when you had forced your way deep into his heart and made a home there. Dabi had nothing in this world and he made sure that you had nothing either.
Now, you had each other. And to him, that was more than enough.
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http40-exe · 11 months
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ig: http_41.exe
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three-headed-monster · 2 months
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every person in this photo is now a buffalo sabre.
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lunasdestiny · 18 days
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Lightning
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cloned-eyes · 1 year
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Tech with googles: baby boy
Tech with designer shades: evil
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kingwilliamv · 1 year
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The Prince and Princess of Wales arrive at Westminster Abbey for the Coronation of King Charles III and Queen Camilla. — 06.05.2023
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GUYS MY ORCHESTRA TEACHER IS TRANSFEM ?????? OMG SLAY 💅💅💅💅💅✨🫶✨👑👑👑👑👑🫶🫶✨✨🥹🥹🥹
No because some people were disturbed by that ???? BIG 2024 AND YOU STILL THINK LIKE THAT ???? BE ASHAMED BAE, BE ASHAMED
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st311ar · 3 months
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JUST FOUND THIS IMAGE ON PINTEREST AND IM DYING
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lilivampire · 1 year
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rockstar without “star”
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just a rock okay 🪨👌🏼
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whewchilly · 4 days
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Scuderia Ferrari for Vogue Italia
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wulfhalls · 1 year
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rogue reverent mother jessica my most beloved <333
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h3xxthev3xx · 7 months
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So uhhh Titans got heels this season I heard? Perfect, Midas will take 5 💛
Am I slowly going through and drawing all my Guardians in 'casual' wear now? Yes, yes I am.
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offtay · 7 months
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this lineup 😍😍😍
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anothermansjeans · 7 months
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here is a little sneak peek for the untitled scream inspired fic (part 2) i have been working on 🫶 (she’s a long one)
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“If you don’t stop, you’ll be late.” There was laughter in Y/N’s voice as she rolled Spencer off of her.
“And you won’t be late?” He got up and started to button up a white shirt while staring at Y/N in his bed, her hair sprawled messily on the pillows beneath her. He has never felt so lucky.
“No, Dr. Smartass. My first class today isn’t until three.” She leaned up on her elbow and grabbed a fist-full of his shirt, pulling him down so that their lips barely touched. “Plus, I’m just going to have them watch and analyze a movie today… not really in the mood for discussion.”
“Really?” He smirked as she brought them even closer together.
“Really, really,” pressing their lips together, she pulled him on top of her again, only coming up for air and for Spencer to speak.
“I thought I was going to be late?”
Looking over at the clock, Y/N pursed her lips to the side and looked back at him, “five minutes?”
“Two.”
“Two and a half?” She bargained, earning an eye roll from Spencer.
“Fine. Two and a half. But that’s it.”
She let out a chuckle and he brought his lips back down, meeting her in a passionate kiss before they were rudely interrupted by her cell phone ringing.
Y/N groaned and picked up her phone, not looking before answering. “Hello?”
“Hello, Y/N. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
An annoyed expression crossed her face, causing Spencer to sit up mouthing ‘are you okay?’.
“Who is this?”
“Who do you think this is?” the voice from Scream asked back.
She removed her phone from her ear, looking at the caller ID before scoffing, “Well I think you’re someone who was too dense to use star 67, so I’ll take a wild guess and go with Riley Reynolds, who also happens to be in my 3pm lecture on Wednesdays!”
“Dammit!”
“See you later, Riley.” And with that, she hung up the phone, letting out a sigh while closing her eyes and throwing her hands onto the bed by her head.
“Another call?”
She opened her eyes and softened her expression at the concerned look spread across Spencer’s face. “Yeah…”
“We can get it changed again. Penelope can get it done in a maximum of ten minutes— I’m sure she could do it in five if we tell her now—”
“Spencer,” she put her hands on both sides of his neck, thumbs rubbing across his jaw as her eyes zoned out, thinking back to the night Danny and Joey tried to kill them. “It’s fine. It’s only because of the new Scream movie that came out. I’m an easy target to fuck with.”
Spencer let out a sigh, “I just don’t want you to be scared all of the time.”
“I won’t be,” she said, pushing him up so he could finish getting ready, “I happen to have my very strong, and very sexy FBI boyfriend. I heard he kicks ass.”
“Well, I’ve heard I kick like a girl…”
“Hey!” Standing up, Y/N finished buttoning Spencer’s shirt for him, reaching over to the armchair in the corner to hand him his pants, “I’m healthy, I’m happy, and I’m safe. I wouldn’t have moved here after everything if I didn’t feel that way, and that’s all that matters, right?”
Spencer looks at the determination in her eyes and nods, “you’re right. I just get scared sometimes. People are crazy and no one knows what might happen.”
She had waited until he was finally dressed to wrap her arms around his waist, feeling him sink into her embrace. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Kissing the top of her head, he hummed in response, “I could say the same about you.”
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