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oswinunknown · 4 months
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a dead body flies into the invincible ii, but the dead don't need oxygen to survive.
(aka District Attorney! Oz with some ISWM stuff just bc it looked cool aksdjhaskjdh) (+ in an anime inspired style bc i felt like it)
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kitsuna21 · 2 years
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Shitty Wkm doodles from my math book :)))
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look at my fanfic boy
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ratt-teeth · 1 year
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It took me long enough, but I’m finally making my DA/Viewer/Y/N oc
Still working out her personality and everything, but take this design sheet~
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clemclamdoodles · 9 months
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I saw loads of people showing off genderbents of actor mark on twitter, so I figured I’d share my oc mars who’s inspired by the concept of a genderbent actor hehe-
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nanowatzophina · 2 years
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I did this without reference and in a dark room in a small sketchbook with pen. So there are plenty of mistakes.
Enjoy it anyways.
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jrtbo · 6 months
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She's a Ninja from the District Attorney In Ninja Sancha [Part 2]
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deadweightwritings · 8 months
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A NIGHT OUT [snippet]. TFR SERIES. policeoc!xdamien/darkiplier
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SLAM.
A duo of people directed their attention toward the noise. Joe was surprised she didn’t break the car windows from the ricochet, she stormed over to the trunk of her car and opened it, swinging a shotgun over her shoulder, and tightening the holster under her arm. She made her way to the trio.
“Evening.” She said as a greeting and Abe stepped forward,
“Alright, so here’s what we’re doing—” “What are we doing exactly?” Joe eyed the French door opening, semi-paying attention to Abe.
“Investigating.”
“Abe, just say we don’t have a solid plan. Just don’t stray too far from anyone. Though everyone but Abe knows these grounds well enough to not need a map.” Her gaze switched to the staff of the manor, who nodded and Benjamin didn’t hide the fact he was an anxious mess being back here. The chef’s face has a hint of contortion as is someone spat in his face. Though he always did.
“You guys alright?” Benjamin nervously smiled and nodded at her whilst the chef grunted, straightening up. Yeah, everything is grand. Amidst her inner monologue, a loud BAM echoed through her eardrums.
Abe had kicked the fucking French doors in.
“Great, now all of LA knows we’re here, Abe.” She sighed through her teeth, following the group ahead into the manor. It was eerie, being within the walls of past highs and lows of her life. Gearing her eyes to scan every inch of the front entrance, she realized Abe had dragged Benjamin with him down the hallway, and the chef zoned in of checking on his beloved kitchen.
So, there she stood in the middle of the cold marble floor by herself.
She soon reared the corner into a large open room, high ceilings and windows complimenting sleek walls. Her gut felt uneasy to be back in this place, where she’d almost been killed by the man she cradled after a suicide attempt. The memories clawed at her, begging to be opened and seen in her mind’s eye. Though only slivers shone through, and Joanna paused.
There was someone else with her.  
Calling out ‘who’s there’ seemed out of the question, but she felt the fate of her life was in danger by this presence. Her head tweaked around, back and forth to scan the room and she found nothing. No one. Her hand snaked under to her knife holster under her arm, inside her coat.
“Do you intend to harm me?” Joanna nearly shrieked at the sudden voice and no moment detected for someone else to be there. Her arm jolted to throw the knife at what she saw in her peripheral. And what she saw, she wished she hadn’t.
The knife stuck into the wall next to the figure. And then, silence. Jade met charcoal. But, he doesn’t have black eyes. Joanna’s stomach twisted, bile wanting to expel from her body to cleanse it from the stress of this situation. This man had a pressed ebony suit on with a matching long tie and misshapen hair. This man had grey tinted skin that was doubling before Joanna’s very eyes, and the clashing colors of cherry and cyan made her head pound. This man had the face of someone she once loved dearly, though she knew it was not the same person.
“I know who you are.” This startled Joanna. Her steps faltered, standing with her fists at her side.
“Who…are you?” The hoarse, damaged voice that seemed to echo out of her mouth reached his ears, and surprised him.
“I’m not sure. Do you happen to know?” God fucking knows at this point.
“…No. N-Not in th-the slightest.” The stutter in her voice was horrid in Joanna’s opinion, she had never been so conflicted mentally and physically in her life. The figure tilted his head at her response, but she couldn’t tell if it was out of confusing or distrust of what she had said.
“You are…Joanna.” The halt in his speech made her doubt him for a second and Joe did not think she'd carry a conversation with him further.
“Yes. How-How do you know that?” She had wished someone would find her, call for her to break what she was experiencing. The man shifted on his feet, trying to make sense of her facial structure. He knew her name, her face, though he didn’t know where she’s from in his memory. The feeling of nostalgia floods him but it means absolutely nothing to him. Just who is she?
“I don’t know.” Joanna scoffed, changing her gaze to the massive mirror on the wall, cracked from the middle outward. She saw a woman who was baffled, heartbroken, and furious. Too bad she was looking at her reflection.
“Joe! Where are you?” Abe’s booming voice echoed out from outside her filed of vision and her head swerved back to the man before her. Who was gone.
“God…Fuck!” Joanna whispered under her breath as she practically power walked out of the room toward Abe’s voice, wiping sweat from her forehead. His broad shoulders came into her view and she was thankful to see him,
“What the hell were you thinking, exploring like that?” His eyes held fear more than anger at her disappearance from the rest of them. Joanna rubbed at her eyes with her forefingers.
“I couldn’t tell you, detective. I’m here now so let’s continue.” God, she wishes this night was over before it even started.
What do you think?
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nina-the-short · 1 year
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Alright more on ActorCeline kids
Isabelle
(Tw gore,blood,twitching and bright light )
Also this was inspired by @smiledog15578 because they ✨inspire ✨me a lot (even before I was posting on tumblr )
No animation :
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melancholypancakes · 2 years
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You tell him, Dark!
Headcanon inspired by this video :)
I see this as Ruthanne too :3
*Y/n just minding their business*
*Actor! Mark walks up to Y/n*
Actor! Mark: Hey! Y/n, you want to see something.
*Actor! Mark starts talking deep*
Actor! Mark: Really scary?
*Actor! Mark turning demonic*
Y/n: No! *Whimpers*
*Darkiplier grabs Actor!Mark by the arm roughly*
Actor! Mark: Huh?
Dark: They had enough!
*Actor! Mark shaking*
Actor! Mark: Uh...I was jokin' around.
*Darkipiler gets in Actor! Mark's face as a threat*
Dark: THEY. HAD. ENOUGH.
*Darkiplier drags Actor! Mark back to Y/n to apologize*
*Actor! Mark whimpers*
Actor! Mark: Sorry.
*Y/n surprised*
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oswinunknown · 2 years
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atty. oz before wkm
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just happy
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kitsuna21 · 2 years
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Drawing warmup of my wkm oc
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I lost this drawing before I could finish it when I lost access to photoshop the other week, but I still really like what I did finish so here's the unfortunately forever unfinished wip shot bc I refuse to start this thing over with a different brush in a different program lmao
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justyoursicanon · 2 years
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He's a 10 but he's also a walking death wish-
Why must you do this to me
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clemclamdoodles · 9 months
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another doodle of my girl!
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totallyprofessional · 2 years
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Who Killed Markiplier: Murder At Sea...
Is under new management! Kind of!
I'm going to be doing an UNOFFICIAL CONTINUATION of the comic created by @territorial-utopia, with their permmission of course. This is NOT a canon sequel. The creator did not request me to continue the comic nor do I have rightful ownership of the original idea. I'm just adding on to the universe they created. I'm doing this just for fun!
Of course, I have my own life outside of making this continuation. So updates will be slow (I'm literally going back to school in a week)
Please! Do not harass the original creator of the comic to continue it themselves! They have a right to do what they please with their time and you should respect that :)
ANYWAYS
Feel free to send me asks in my Ask Box! I will try my best to get to them as soon as I can. But in the mean time, enjoy this starter art I made.
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Celine has a friend! Yay! Expect them to geek out about music and their record collections :D
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Meet Ezra! She's an octopus merfolk who scavenges old shipwrecks for cool collectables. She is an Inkwell : An organism with the ability to create and shape objects and organic material from their own body, which appears as black fluid, resembling ink. The bodies of Inkwells recover from injury at an incredible rate, but the process can be slowed by a lack of energy (exhaustion), leading to scarring.
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