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gemalawasliveblogs · 2 years
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Dave's little one-pixel smile and how nice he is with Jade is really nice to see. They care about each other a lot and I just think that's important.
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autisticaradiamegido · 2 months
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day 45
the original otp, as is tradition
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banemaus · 2 months
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(alt under the cut) i cant stop drawing him i fucking hate him. but hes jeff the killing my art block
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rexscanonwife · 1 month
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More official/proper ref of my Metalocalypse s/i 💖🫶💖🫶💖 I needed another milf for the books, I'm obsessed with it guys!
Like I said before she's the manager for @hotrodharts and @1980ssunflower and does a kickass job of it! She's meant to be something of a parallel to Charles whom she has THICK sexual tension with and possibly a mysterious past history with? :0 oooooo~ either way she's very fond of the boys, especially Toki, and in my dreams they see the both of them as parental figures 😊
EDIT: original meme by @tarraerae on Twitter 🫶
Flat colors!
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Taglist ♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @cherry-bomb-ships
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hooked-on-trout · 1 month
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colouring so bad (my retinas were seared from 1am bright screen)
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spotsupstuff · 1 year
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well i wanted to put more work into him since he ain't exactly finished, but i'm chin deep in tfa now so i guess: here's that attempt at skywarp design i've been chewin on since october. ...i'm still very proud of those wheel placements
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dzhfaer · 10 months
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Hashimada-week-2023 #1
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@hashimada-week
Day one - Childhood crush
hi, itsa me, ukranian guy from comments section.
mary_kel (@mira--mira) if you read this you should know how much i waited for this week to start.
well, now you know.
be ready for 6s day.
baiiii
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cherrirui-official · 2 months
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Valentines Day post except its not Valentines day themed, I lied to you
@saltydkart-reblogs
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original-punks · 3 months
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⊹˚₊𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯₊˚⊹
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toxooz · 12 days
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been binging tf outa Avatar the last airbender bc ive been puking my EVERLOVIN guts out since yesterday and hear me out
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indian gp 2012
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pcktknife · 5 months
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pulled an all nighter again pray for me
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raineandsky · 2 months
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#98
“And lo! Here approaches my best knight,” the king announces to the jester as the knight squeezes through the door. The poor jester looks thankful to see her as he hurries out of the king’s gaze. “Come, show me your skill.”
The knight throws a few carefully angled swings for the king. He watches with a delighted expression, but she can see the soullessness in his eyes. Her stomach flips uncertainly.
“You are an excellent swordsman, knight,” he says flatly. “Now, tell me, why should I allow you to stay within my walls?”
The jester averts his gaze awkwardly. Is she about to get fired? “… Because I’m an excellent swordsman and your best knight,” she tries, and the king huffs in his telltale way of saying WRONG.
“Perhaps that was on me for being unspecific.” He picks up a wine glass from the golden table next to his throne, swirling it idly. “I hear you liaise with dragons.”
The knight’s attempt to keep her expression neutral fails miserably. The king watches with keen interest as her eyes widen and her mouth moves in an abysmal attempt to form some sort of defence. She’s acutely aware of the jester watching curiously too—whatever she says next will be the castle’s gossip for the next month. Maybe two if nothing of interest happens before then.
Well shit. Might as well fall into treason headfirst.
She reaches a hand into the front of her breastplate, earning a soft squeak from something inside. The king leans forward on his throne. The jester peers as close as he dares.
Her hand comes back with a short purple string laced around her fingers. Or she does at first glance, and closer inspection reveals her ribbon to be a tiny dragon, yawning and digging tiny claws into her fingers.
The king roars so loud the dragon startles. The knight and the jester don’t fare much better. “Beast!” he howls.
“Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!” the room echoes back to them.
“You bring this creature within my walls?” he demands. “You slander my name—my rule—with your disregard to my kindness for you?”
“She’s harmless!” the knight cries over him. The dragon isn’t a fan of the racket, and is making a great effort to slip up her sleeve. “She looks after my finances.”
“Disgusting beast,” the king spits.
“The dragon,” the jester says quietly, valiantly ignoring the way the king’s stare snaps to him, “is your accountant?”
The knight fishes a coin from her pouch, gently tapping the dragon with its edge. Its gaze snaps to her gold, its past endeavour with her sleeve forgotten as it grapples for her coin. It twists its body around it excitedly, gnawing at the edge like a toddler, a quiet hum emitting from it as it does.
“That noise it is making,” the king shrieks, “it is going to attack!”
“No!” the knight shouts over him. “It’s like a cat—she’s purring. It means she’s happy.”
“Dragons do not purr,” the king retorts, but the dragon is undeniably making a noise that sounds remarkably like purring. The jester takes a cautious step closer.
The knight tucks her finger under her chin, giving it a hearty scratch. The dragon’s humming gets louder, her eyes closing blissfully at the touch.
“How does it… work?” the jester asks. The knight offers him a smile that she hopes conveys how grateful she is for his interest in the face of the king’s disgust.
“She takes my coins—my salary, my earnings, anything.” The knight adjusts her hand so the dragon sits more comfortably in her palm. She doesn’t seem to mind, too busy clamping her jaw around the gold to notice. “She keeps a hoard no one but her can find. I earned her trust, and whenever I need money she gives it to me.”
“She is a thief,” the king spits, but the rage is losing momentum in the face of such a cute little thing. The knight doesn’t miss how she’s suddenly not an ‘it’.
“I give her all the money she has. She’s just better at keeping money than most humans,” the knight says with a grin, “because she doesn’t spend it all in a tavern.”
The jester snorts. The king raises his eyebrows. Silence falls for a moment as they all watch the dragon get comfortable in the knight’s hand, her tiny body choking her coin, a claw wrapped around her thumb as she nestles in and closes her eyes.
The jester lets out a short “aww,” that’s louder than he probably intended.
“Tsch,” the king says. He leans back in his throne like he’s lost interest. “A beast is a beast. I am most displeased you were disloyal to my word, knight.”
“I apologise, your majesty,” the knight says. It’s all she can say, really. “I will fix things.”
“You… may keep the thing,” the king continues after a moment of intense deliberation. The knight attempts to not to look too surprised. The jester doesn’t even try. “But it is your accountant and nothing more. If I discover it torching my palace I will execute both it and you.”
“Accounting is what she’s best at, your majesty,” the knight says brightly. “You’ll never have to see her again.”
The king nods shortly, though his gaze is traitorously locked onto the purple ball in her hand. “I would not be adverse, knight,” the king says slowly, like he doesn’t quite want to, “if you felt it right to study. We did not know dragons purr, or like coin.”
“Your majesty?”
“Gather your resources and come back to me with knowledge of the beasts.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I will reconsider your treasonous actions if you can prove that your creature poses no threat to my rule or my people.”
A lot of questions are rattling through her brain. “Your majesty, what do—”
“That is all. Jester!” The king turns his attention away from her and back to the jester as he takes centrestage, looking a lot less stressed than before. He gives her a subtle nod and the lightest smile—a small gesture between the servants of the castle, a simple well done.
The knight leaves the hall with the king’s uproaring laughter following her. The dragon stays curled in her hand, and she runs her thumb over it carefully, the dragon’s body warm and prickly to the touch.
A knight to a scholar in one conversation. She doesn’t even know how to write.
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batfamily-apologies · 3 months
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it’s been 8 years baby have you moved on
haha wow what a blast from the past I haven't gotten a message on this blog in forever. Kinda left y'all on "hiatus" didn't I? Yeah I'm definitely not as invested in comics as I used to be and this is a very old meme format so I can't say I'll be continuing this blog, but as long as tumblrs still alive I wont delete it and will keep it as an archive! Hope everyone is doing relatively well 8 years later :)
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whizradio · 2 years
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POV you just did something really dumb and are about to become fishy snack.
Mafia AU + Mer AU? It’s as good as it sounds babeyyy, Swimming with the Fishes by @salparadiselost​ is *chef’s kiss* Love the story, love them messed up fam, and also it paints such cool visuals?? Like, first four lines into the fic described this room and I knew I had to draw it like, dang!! Also this is a series now and I am very hype for the next chapters, so if you haven’t read it yet, now’s when!
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I was writing some notes about zianna and garte and realised near the end that i basically just wrote a description of my friend and her husband and then i cried
im having a good day
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