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#14 year old me would be so proud
7greentears · 1 year
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Woe, puppets be upon ye.
If you know them from my DA days, you get a veteran's discount.
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moonjelly0 · 9 months
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Fanart of John and Dave from MSPaint Adventures, drawn on MSPaint.
god i miss these boys... i miss it all. take me back.
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turns you into a furry
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no one at this god forsaken school knows im reading adorno and listening to björk rn. what a waste. when will someone kiss me.
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hansoeii · 1 year
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timelord on a break
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vanyafresita · 11 months
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cant believe that feliciano is single-handedly getting me out of an art block
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dawnbreakersgaze · 2 months
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"Dawnbreaker's dark silhouette was an intangible enigma, black coat vanishing into the shadows of the night." - Still in Dark
I have a problem, and the only solution is more Dawnbreaker, apparently.
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bunanawhale · 1 year
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um um um /// i drew a certain someone to match with my friend..... 👉👈
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mibuchis · 1 year
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it’s them again!! i’ve been writing them so much recently and i’m obsessed lol
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attic-club-sandwich · 5 months
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I'm just going to warn you all now i'm finally watching the Bleach Thousand Year Blood War and the hyper-fixation is coming back to hit me like a freight train
literally I was obsessed with it when i was like, 14 and now its finally back at 28 years old and I'm just feeling some type of way 😭😭
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all-the-love-harold · 7 months
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My high school crush liked me on hinge and I swiped left. That my friends, is growth
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feralthembo · 1 year
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you gotta make something. you gotta make it and then be real fuckin normal about it. its a cool thing because you made it. it can be shit. barely comprehensible. but you made it so its cool shit. fuck anyone who says otherwise.
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radgeorgie · 9 months
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im officially therapy free !!!!!!!!!!
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doshicryptid · 1 year
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some of my attacks from artfight 2022!!
Find me here on artfight hehe <3
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thatsapphicsoprano · 2 years
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I’m so happy right now that I genuinely cannot believe it. This summer has been the most blissful and beautiful experience I have had in ages, filled with so, so much joy and awe and love that I don’t think I can contain it all. I didn’t know I could be this happy. I didn’t think I knew how. I didn’t think I deserved it.
But I do. And I am. And no matter what happens from now… I think everything is going to be okay. I believe that I can do anything I set my mind to.
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akairawrites · 9 months
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Curiosity killed The Cat | Damian Wayne Imagine
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You were just 14 years old when you first encountered the infamous Damian Wayne. He strode through Gotham Metro Academy as if he owned the place, and with his father being the wealthiest man in Gotham City, it wasn't surprising. What made it even more intriguing was that you seemed to share almost every class with him.
"Why are you trailing me?" He inquired, standing tall beside your desk as you retrieved your class materials from your backpack. You glanced up, meeting his fierce green eyes without flinching. "Excuse me?" you retorted.
"You've been following me around, why?" he pressed, his tone dripping with curiosity. You scoffed and sized him up. "Ever been to a school before? If it were up to me, I'd be nowhere near you."
Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How did you even get into this school? You don't seem like you can afford—" Before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a swift, hard punch to his face. You didn't care about his status as Bruce Wayne's son; whatever he was going to say deserved a punch.
The entire class stared at you in disbelief as Damian held his face where your punch had landed. If he hadn't looked furious before, he certainly did now. He restrained himself from retaliating, aware of the prohibition against hitting females, a double standard he found frustrating.
"This is her second time punching a student, Ms. Kyle. I'm afraid that if this happens again, we will have no choice but to expel [Y/n]," the principal expressed with a concerned tone.
The principal's worried look held firm as Selina, your mother, fixed you with a glare that felt like it could burn holes through your head. This wasn't the first time she'd been summoned to the school, and it seemed like it wouldn't be the last. After a discussion with the principal, it was decided that you would receive two weeks of detention. It was definitely worth silencing that arrogant son of a bitch.
"We need to address your anger management," Selina said as both of you walked down the empty hallway. "I don't have anger issues," you retorted bluntly, even though deep down, you knew it was a problem you'd inherited from your late father. When you got into these moods, Selina knew precisely how to help you feel better.
"Since it's the weekend, how about we have a girls' night out?" Selina suggested. You looked up at her, and she gave you a knowing smile. The smirk that crossed your face was all the confirmation she needed.
The moon hung full in the night sky as you and your mother, Selina, dashed through the streets of Gotham. When Selina halted, so did you. You peered down at the pristine glass that showcased exquisite diamond jewelry. Selina crouched over the glass ceiling, her cat-like nails making quick work of creating a large enough opening for both of you to slip through.
She gracefully entered the opening and gestured for you to follow. Drawing upon what Selina had taught you, you descended with a feline-like agility, landing on your feet without a sound. It was a moment that made Selina proud, despite the unconventional circumstances. She knew that involving her 14-year-old in a heist wasn't ideal, but she wanted to bond with you, and this was the only way she knew how.
"Help yourself to whatever you want, sweetheart," Selina encouraged as she admired the jewels in a glass casing. While she did that, you explored the room, not as captivated by the treasures as your mother was. In the corner of your eye, you glimpsed something that stopped you in your tracks—a beautiful green necklace sealed in a small glass case, nestled in a black pendant box. It seemed to call your name, drawing you closer until a loud shattering of glass snapped you out of your trance.
You turned quickly to see Batman and Robin approaching your mother, who had wandered farther from you than you realized. They hadn't even noticed your presence in the room.
"Well, if it isn't the Bat, and this must be Robin," Selina greeted, eyeing him while he maintained his glare.
"Catwoman," Batman acknowledged in his deep voice. This was your first time seeing Batman in person, a day your mother had been preparing you for.
You hid behind a jewelry display, watching through the glass. Your mother surveyed the room discreetly, likely looking for you, then returned her attention to the masked hero. She placed her hands on her hips, drawing closer to them. Her finger trailed up his shoulder and over his neck, likely sending shivers down his spine.
"Why so formal? You can address me by my name, Bruce," she whispered into his ear, causing him to visibly tense. Your mother always had a way with words, especially in getting herself out of tight spots, even more so now with her secret weapon.
As Selina approached Robin, she ruffled his hair, prompting him to slap her hand away and glare at her intensely. She chuckled to herself. "You know, I have a sidekick myself."
The moment those words left her lips, you sprang from your hiding place. Before he could react, you attacked Robin with a quick blow to the face and a kick to the stomach, sending him flying across the room, crashing into a jewelry display.
While your mother was distracted with Batman, you made a beeline for the necklace. You attempted to grab it but were tackled to the ground by Robin, who recovered quickly. You kicked him off and reached for the necklace. The moment your hand touched the glass, he threw a Batarang, slicing your hand open. You grunted in pain, clutching your bleeding hand as crimson pooled on the floor.
With no time to process what had just happened, Robin advanced on you. In a moment of quick thinking, you grabbed the necklace and crawled between his legs to avoid a confrontation. You dashed towards your mother as she secured her bag of jewels, and together, you swiftly escaped from the scene
Part 2 out now!
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