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Having TOH episodes as background noise in class has mostly made me want to draw characters from the show and honestly I ain't complaining 🤷
#HUNTER MY GUY#I love him you folks dont understand#Also I might redraw that first drawing cuz I ain't satisfied with how the pose came out#I dunno#my art#doodle#the owl house#toh#toh hunter#the owl house hunter#the golden guard#the owl house fanart#toh fanart
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Ok the new piece is so beautiful, so breathtaking. Definitely add it to your list for 'might make as a print'
Thank you, glad you liked it!
I actually struggled with that piece more than usual. The lineart is from last year, I just wasn't sure if I was happy with it and didn't dare to touch it in months.
#but I think it turned out alright#the sun and the stars worked better than I expected#my favorite detail is how Vasco has slid his hand under Machete's fascia#I dunno#hands and the conveying of emotions through touch#answered#anonymous
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Yay.. I made this finally.. but all I can seem to do is doodle random stuff right now :,) I keep trying to make art and lore of my oc, but I cant finish anything lol. Womp womp art blooooock~
Some doodles are below lol
Like different au ideas that won’t listen to my hand
Another one
whatever the crap this is
#welcome home art#welcome home wally#creepy#horror#disturbing#Struggling#Sketchy sketcharoo#welcome home au#I think ima nap#Or just keep doodling#I dunno#Whatever my body does first wins#Sorry I haven’t made anything cool lately
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Are there any heirs apparent or new entries to the cluster of beloved-by-tumblr plot-driven Children's cartoons (SU, GF, Amphibia, TOH, ATLA, Infinity Train, etc.) or are in something of a dry period for that kind of thing at the moment?
#meta#thoughts#I mean several of these got axed in a way that might signal the start of a dry period#I dunno
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I need someone to please be excited with me about these. They aren’t perfect or complete but I finally got to inlay the shells today and I’m proud of myself for trying to learn some new skills.
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Burnin' the midnight oil with this one folks
(hello sailor, it's been awhile)
Tags:@raccoonfallsharder @caesarhamato22 @aliasrocket @chippybritt @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr @thirteens-lucky-tardis
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-The Fading Star-
-Part One-
Haha! I've never done this before, but I've been so obsessed with Hazbin Hotel (especially Lucifer) ever since it came out. Everything everyone makes is so inspiring, so I figured I'd try to make something myself. Take it easy on me please! <3 Also if it wasn't clear this is purely self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy anyway!
Anyways..
Lucifer Morningstar X Female Self Insert
Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, angst, brief mention of cannibalism, and angst (I think that's it? Let me know if I missed anything)
Quick Synopsis: Tsuki was made to keep Lilith company during her marriage with Adam, but finds herself unwillingly, falling in love with a certain archangel. Then after many millennia the reader, Tsuki, reunites with Lucifer.
Golden lights flicker around an angel as she flies through a portal, and is instantly hit with the smell of sulfur, floating ash and blood. The sound of guttural screams fills her ears, as she flies herself closer to the bottom of the hill that the hotel once laid atop of. With a roll of her shoulders, her wings retract into her back, and her halo fades away with small glitters that fell from the place it once was. While walking up the hill, she assesses her surroundings. She finds pale skinned sinners adorned in vintage clothing and stains of shimmering golds and deep crimsons. Wanting to gag, she watches them shred her fellow angel’s bodies with only their teeth and claws but continues her pace up the hill and toward the hotel. Dread starts to travel through her as she thinks to herself. Shit am I too late? Before the angel could rush towards the broken-down hotel, she stopped in her tracks feeling a familiar sting thumping against her chest. Looking around the view of the rubble, she spots a hunched over figure hobbling away from the current scene. Naturally her hand reaches out toward the scarlet form, and small violet sparks spawn a small circle, and the shape expands big enough for her to step through.
Alastor lets out a deep, guttural groan as he lays back against some rubble. He kept his hand across the deep cut that was ripped into his chest, placing pressure against it to stop anymore blood from pouring out the wound, but to no avail. He feels sweat run past his brow, as he allows a sick laugh through his lips and places the back of his other hand across his closed eyelids. This blocks out the flickering red light that stood above him. The radio demon tries to focus on riding out the pain but is quickly interrupted by the sounds of a low hum accompanied by sparks fizzling in the air. Alastor’s ears twitch back as he quickly grasps his wound a little harder; on guard, he glares down a portal that forms only a few feet away from him.
As the angel walks through the portal, she moves her hands forward, and keeps her eyes on the sinner in front of her. She attempted to make him feel safe with a soft smile as she walked closer to the deer-like demon.
“Hey, hey it’s okay! I-”
The atmosphere turned frigid, as she was interrupted by the growing sounds of a radio crackling and hissing. Large shadowy tendrils rose around him ready to strike, and although Alastor’s wicked smile remained, his eyes told a different story.
“I advise you not to come any closer, I wouldn’t normally hurt a dame such as yourself; however, I won’t hesitate if necessary.”
As he adjusts himself against the rubble behind him, a groan accompanies his words and his eyes squint ever so slightly.
The angel raised her hands in defense, as she continued to walk slowly closer to him. Her eyes were soft as she examined his injury as much as she could from the distance she was at.
“I am only here to help, I know what I’m doing, you can trust me.”
Alastor allowed her to walk closer, watching every single movement she made, but to her surprise, as she knelt down in front of him, the dark tentacles dissipated around the two. He continued a watchful gaze on her, seeing her slowly raise a hand over his chest.
“Are you okay with me healing you?”
The angel stares intently into his eyes, keeping a gentle expression. His eyes squinted a little, looking over her face for any trickery behind it.
“Strange question dear, but yes if you are willing.”
She nods in response and a quick flourish of violets and sparkling particles erupt from her palm. She stayed focused as the injury was quickly sealed and stitched together with a magical winding string that flowed from her palm, leaving nothing but a small purple line across his chest where the cut once was. Her eyes return back to the deer’s, giving him a small smile. His own return to hers after grasping his chest, feeling no pain where the gash once was. He eyes her up and down, his smile never wavering. She thinks to herself watching his actions. What a strange one…
“Now, let me help clean you up.”
She referred to the state of clothing and skin; they were now crusted with the evidence of his gash. She was about to form a cleaning supplies and clothing before Alastor interrupted her thoughts.
“No need my dear, I believe I can handle that!”
She narrowed her eyes while watching him quickly stand up and shadows encapsulate him for a moment but release him to reveal that his suit was reverted back to the way they once were. Alastor bends forward, offering his hand to her, and she takes his offer of help up.
“You have my gratitude Dear, is there anything that I could do for you?”
His tone had an underlying sense of interrogation, as he watched her closely. The angel raised her hands and shook her head with a smile.
“I don’t need anything, really! Glad I could help, but I should really go now.”
Her eyes glanced around her, looking towards where the hotel once was, but replacing it, there are now walls with scaffolding wrapped around it. Jeez that was fast. She was about to head towards the structure, until the cold touch of claws fell to her shoulders.
“Nonsense! There has to be something that I could do!"
She shudders from the sudden touch, and turns around to face him.
“If you insist, do you know Miss Charlie Morningstar? I need to speak to her.”
His smile widens hearing her question.
“How interesting, I was curious as to why you were over here. Either way I would be happy to introduce you!”
Shadows suddenly encapsulate the two of them. Shivers run through the angel’s back, as she feels the ground pull out from underneath her. However, the falling feeling only lasts a few seconds before she arrives in front of the hotel that was very close to being finished. She admires the new building from afar as golden flashes of magic flourish and create things inside and around it. Her heart stutters at the sight, feeling the growing pit in her stomach, she turns to look for the red-haired demon, only to be faced with no one there. Allowing her eyes to close, she lets out a long sigh as she places two hands onto the back of her neck, rolling out the stress that had formed there. After she hears the crack, she drops her arms to her sides and starts to trek towards the hotel.
On the way there, the sounds of a hopeful song blessed her ears, but she continued her pace and watched as the hotel finished. The new building was massive, truly a sight to behold. The angel stared in awe. A large array of light fixtures covered it: golden bulbs, neon lights, and several signs pointing to the entrance. Windows lined the sides of the building and along with the towers that were placed towards the front of the building. One of the towers was decorated with a simple apple themed level on the top with the other being a sharper and darker level adorned with antennas similar to antlers. The last thing the angel looked at before she arrived at the front of the new Hazbin Hotel was the large key structure that seemed to be staring down at her. She winced and wanted to shrink underneath the stare but shook it off, looking towards the grand doors of the hotel.
Alastor and the rest of the group had just walked into their new home, walking up to the bar to celebrate their victory before a knock had sounded at the door. Everyone was suddenly on their guard from the intruding sound with Lucifer being the first to start walking towards the front doors. He wasn’t going to allow something bad happen to his daughter’s hotel. The rest of the group had kept up a few steps behind him, but before Lucifer could step up to the door, he was quickly interrupted with Alastor slipping out of his shadows, to place his hand on the knob and pull it open.
The angel was about to knock again before the door was pulled open in front of her to be faced with the tall demon once again.
“Oh there yo-”
The radio demon interrupted her by walking to her side, leaning forward, and placing an arm around her shoulders to pull her forward. She was quickly pulled along to face Charlie, Vaggie, and the rest of the sinners. The angel was prepared to give them her best smile, greet them, and make the best first impression she could, but this was all quickly put to a halt as she noticed the being in front of them all:
Lucifer.
“I have someone to introduce to you all! This is.. Oh I’m sorry my dear; I don’t believe I ever got your name!”
Alastor turned to look down at her to only see that her face had drained of color, and her eyes were fixated on the fallen angel in front of her. He turned his head to follow her line of sight towards Lucifer; his eyes examined him, and his smirk grew when he saw Lucifer staring at her too.
His presence caused panic to wash over her, as her breath broke into shaky, short ones. Any sounds that the rest of the group made was drowned out by the loud ringing that sounded in her ears. She froze in this position as time seemed to stand still. Her brain and heart were filled with harsh, overwhelming, conflicting feelings; they were screaming at her to run away or towards him, but her thoughts were interrupted from the voice that her heart longed for.
“Tsuki?”
#hazbin hotel#lucifer hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin lucifer#fem reader#lucifer magne#self insert#fanfiction#i'm so nervous#i dunno
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for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal
before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"
and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"
#the truman show#sbs rambles#I keep thinking about how children on popular youtube channels should probably have laws to protect them#social workers assigned to them maybe#I dunno#they did not sign up to have their lives sold for profit#but here we are#tho#I guess none of us signed up for it#and our data is harvested more than ever#god#high-tech capitalism sucks turns out#OH WAIT because tumblr is bad at getting context sometimes#let me specify:#I am not saying that the movie The Truman Show is bad or that it normalizes this#like all good sci-fi (because it is kind of sci-fi) it's there to warn us of what the future could hold#and it did that in a very good way - it's a beautiful movie#I could see someone with a bad faith take assuming I meant that it was part of the problem#it absolutely wasn't. it didn't normalize this; we did#youtube did and social media#it's us that's the problem#or more specifically: big corporations and a lack of regulation#that's the origin of most modern problems
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Please... no more sad
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
#deltarune#deltarune fanart#deltarune comic#undertale#undertale fanart#utdr#crossover#kris dreemurr#frisk#and there it is#certified sibling moment#also what's that with Frisk feeling Kris' emotions?#HMMMMMMMMMMM#I dunno#guess you just gotta wait what that's all about#also I think it's obvious that frisk isn't telling the whole story#that'll come later#twin runes#twin runes comic#twin runes au
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Dog that goes GORP
#regretevator#regretevator split#regretevator fanart#roblox#bro how do you tag stuff#art#fanart#i dunno
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playable peppino skin in fortnite when
#has this been done yet#i dunno#hahaha#my art#pizza tower#pizza tower fanart#peppino spaghetti#peppino#pizza tower peppino#pizza tower peppino spaghetti#the noise#pizza tower the noise#the vigilante#pepperman#pizzahead#fake peppino#pizza tower pizzahead
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about anger
#processing some Feelings I guess#i dunno#vent art#?#something something not knowing youre a hot stove until someones hand is red#art#kineticallyart#gonna head to bed early
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Fin.
...
Beginning | Previous
(:
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#f!leo#future leo#yuichi usagi#leosagi#bad future rottmnt#wrong fabricated time branch#acey doodles#i struggled with dialogue for this gaaah#lovey dovey stuff is not my forte..#i dunno#anywhizzle!#:)
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Oooo composition?
Like how all F!Leo is put at a low angle (looking upward) so he appears taller and powerful, while P!Leo is put at a high angle (looking down) so he looks smaller. Especially while he’s fumbling over his words and being embarrassed.
Then NOT ONLY does F!Leo gets down to his level, the “camera” angle is also higher (looking down) so Leo appears smaller, and P!Leo is suddenly put in a low angle (looking up) so it looks like P!Leo is the hero or more powerful person.
Then after the air is thinned out, they are level. Looking at eachother in the same space. Neither higher than the other (other than height differences which lord it is a big one).
Hehehehehehe
Oh my god, yes yesyes thank you. I'm glad to see how many people are picking up on the perspective thing.
But also, I want to add a little bit to this topic because there's also another environmental storytelling technique here. It's probably ..like...totally unnoticeable thing because my style is pretty messy, but anyway.
Those lines. The lines that visually separate the characters.
The first part of the dialog, Leo looking up at Leonardo. And the line (side of the building technically but eh) separating them.
Then, the perspective changes. Leonardo goes down on his knee and is below Leo. And at the same time, he crosses that line, finding himself in the same visual space as the child version of himself. He makes a connection.
Next part. Change of perspective again and...Leo is looking at Leonardo from below again yes, but now he begins to cross the line too.
Until they both do, while the perspective evens out without understating or overstating either of them.
#I dunno#cas details#I guess#it's such a tiny thing and not that important#but I like to talk about any interesting details if I have an excuse hehe#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#riseofthetmnt
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"Look, Steve, I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Eddie says, has been saying, talking nonsense, like he and Steve weren't anything more than fuckbuddies, like he isn't breaking Steve's heart. "I used you too, y'know?"
It's then Steve rears back like he been slapped. Or punched. It feels more like a gutting. Joke's on him, he supposes. Once again, he wants more than the other person. He wanted a boyfriend, Eddie'd wanted sex. Why does he keep trying? When Steve finds his voice to speak, it comes out flat and dead and not really like a question at all. "Used me. Like you think I've used you?"
Eddie shrugs, looking for all the world like he's not bothered by that statement. "We had fun, right? So it's all fine in the end."
"Fine," Steve repeats, hollow. They're in his house but Steve feels the need to leave, to run before the reality of how unlovable he truly is sticks inside him forever.
"But I think we should stop while we're ahead," Eddie continues and Steve wonders if Eddie is listening to him at all, or just saying his piece before he goes. Can he not hear Steve's heart breaking? "I want to... I want to find someone to love."
If Eddie's previous words felt like being gutted, these ones feel like cement. Heavy and solidifying. Trapping in the truth of Ever Unlovable Steve. He doesn't even feel heartbroken anymore. Just numb. Dead inside. He should say something encouraging. Let Eddie know that all he's wanted was for Eddie to be happy and loved. But words seem impossible, so he gives one jerky nod of his head. An understanding.
"Right," Eddie says, returning the nod before turning away, towards the door, "I'll just go now. Umm, see ya later, Harrington."
Facing the horrors of the Upside Down should feel like the scariest thing he's ever done but it doesn't. Watching Eddie walk away does. Steve should be able to hold it together long enough for Eddie to leave. He's the tough one. He can hold himself together no problem-
"Why can't you love me?"
Eddie whips back around, an expression on his face like confusion and anger mixed.
It's only then that Steve realizes he spoke. He hasn't meant to. He was going to let Eddie walk away but now his voice has been freed from the cement. His heart has shut down his brain it seems because he just keeps talking, voice flat and hollow, "why can't you love me the way I love you? What is so broken and wrong within me that no one loves me back? My parents, Nancy, now you. Why can't- I thought that we were- where did I go wrong?"
"What?" Eddie asks, and the anger is gone from his face but now he just looks horrified. Which is understandable. It's horrifying to be loved by Steve Harrington. "What did you think we were?"
Boyfriends. Together. Going steady. At the very least, dating without labels. But none of those very reasonable, normal answers come out of Steve's treacherous mouth. Because Steve can't seem to be a reasonable, normal person. He's got to be too much, too soon, too clingy. So, instead, he says, "In love."
Eddie looks like he's just received the worst news of his life. In fact, he looks a little sick. "Oh fuck. Jesus Christ. I can't- I thought- Fuck!"
Steve just nods along. He hadn't actually said I love you to Nancy that night at Tina's Halloween party, but he imagines if he had, the beginning of the bullshit conversation would have sounded much the same as Eddie does now; like anger and regret, the starts and stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- if you want to go, you should go."
Eddie crosses the room back to Steve in half the steps he took when he first walked away, hands reaching to grab Steve's face between them. He speaks quickly and sounds panicked now. "No, no no no. I fucked up, misunderstood. I don't know how I got it so wrong. I don't want to go. I never did."
"What?"
"I am in love with you, sweetheart. I just- I didn't know you loved me back. I thought you didn't- that we weren't..."
"I thought we were boyfriends."
"Jesus, please let me fix this. Let me stay and make it up to you. I'll be the best fucking boyfriend you've ever had."
Steve thinks if he had any shred of self-worth he might step back, make Eddie explain himself, but as it is, he steps into Eddie's space and kisses him, hands pulling him as close as he can get. He doesn't want to think about the cruel things Eddie's said, about using each other. Maybe one day they'll have to hash that out, have that conversation, but Eddie says he loves him too, and that's all Steve's wanted.
#steddie#my fic#angst with a happy ending#or like maybe bittersweet end 'cause of Steve's headspace#i dunno#just a little ficlet as warmup writing#so i thought i'd share
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The way some people cannot understand that when I, an aroace-spec person, call someone "hot" it doesn't mean I'd like to share bed with them, but that I think they are a pleasing sight for my eyes. Yeah, they have good features. Yeah, they are pretty/handsome. That's it. Nothing more, it's just nice to look at them. Just like looking at some flower or aesthetically pleasing food. You don't need to like the scent of that flower or taste of that food, but it looks nice.
#Aroace#aromantic#asexual#queer#Honestly you probably have to think that way to understand that#i dunno#aspec
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