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Sorry for posting so much in such a short timeframe but Lacey just hit us with this
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ummm yeah
#ignore the fact that zoro's earrings are in the wrong ear#ehehehe#i haven drawn anything this much in a while#lowkey addicted#idk how this happened#zolu#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#one piece#opla#my art#<- literally using that tag for no reason other than habit i literally don't post anything else
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Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.
Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.
They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.
It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.
At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”
Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.
Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.
Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.
They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.
Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc crossover#dp crossover#damian wayne#danny and damian are twins#ehehehe#so many ways for Damian to ‘bond’ with Danny#so many ways for the Wayne’s to try and ‘help’ danny#danny wants to be left alone but Sam and Tucker are excellent double agents#suddenly it’s like the Wayne’s know his favorites and least favorites and for whatever reason#demon twin AU#Danny: I don’t know y’all like that#danny is the wet cat that refuses to accept love until all of a sudden he’s a domestic house cat that gets fed @ the hour & not a min later
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Ohh..hmm I love you...
#i think he wants a kiss#ehehehe#he's so cute boy#i love him so much#one piece#one piece fanart#art#rosinante corazon#one piece rosinante#rosinante one piece#rosinante#donquixote rosinante#op corazon#donquixote corazon#one piece corazon#corazon one piece#corazon#my art
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On a scale to 1 to 10+ how protective are each of the turtles of Casey
Mikey - 4. Protective but pretty chill.
Raph - 6. Looks out for Casey, but basically believes that overcoming adversity is a necessary part of growing up.
Leo - 10. The dad. Very protective but also very tactful and unobtrusive.
Donnie - +100 or -100 . Will hide behind the child's back from an unpleasant conversation. But will also shield him from a bullet with his own body.
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having fun >:)
#trigun#trigun stampede#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#millions knives#doodles#trigun fanart#ehehehe#dilly little dudes#and knives trying to find out if he gonna kill ww or not
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grghfjhgftbv
havent beenable to draw much lately
but take these doodles
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MISUTA
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Both from ghost in the machine au by @venomous-qwille :3c
#misuta#fool#..misool#ehehehe#RGGRRGHUEJEHRGFH#eeheheehe#lovetheseguys#so much#grgrrgrrr#ghost in the machine#gitm au#dca fanart#dca fandom#myart#shoot what elsedo i tag this#hhmm#id in alt
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[mc is sitting w belphie and satan; anti-lucifer league shenanigans] [[belphie is asleep lol]]
mc sees luci: omg is that lucifer
satan looks up: tch- yeah.
mc pulls out a straw from nowhere:
satan: what are you doing
[mc puts the straw up to their mouth and shoots the gum in their mouth at lucifer, it lands in his hair]
[mc slowly looks over at satan and they make eye contact]
mc: bullseye
#idk I think it'd be funny to pull highschool movie type pranks on luci#ehehehe#I feel evil#lucifer's terrible horrible no good very bad day#:D#anyway#obey me crack#obey me shall we date#obey me shitpost#obey me incorrect quotes#obey me#obey me mc#obey me satan#obey me belphie#obey me lucifer
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#ehehehe#🤭🤭🤭#I wonder who caught them#понимаете..... у каждого в жизни бывает момент... когда зашел не в ту дверь.......#sebaciel#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#my art#sketch
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It’s a flying sweet potato!
#artists on tumblr#sketch#doodle#bat#hamster#imp#wings#potato#ehehehe#also available as a print#Gawki dot Etsy dot com
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OKAY I FOUND IT. PROWL WITH HIS PET FLYT He called her Green…..because she’s green….I gotta tell I feel his naming skills on every level
Bonus: the table flipping scene I found along the way haha👍
#ref#maccadam#prowl#Green#ehehehe#Reminder for the future me - this isn’t the same canon as mtmte this is separate timeline called A Bold New Era#issues 5#20 and 30
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Dp x Dc AU: Tim doesn’t rest, not even in Death.
It’s a heart attack that gets him, well, that and the insane amount of fear toxin flooding his system. He was dead for a full three minutes before he watches (how was he watching?) his eldest brother get his heart going again and get his unconscious body to the cave. Alfred gets him onto bat-life support and Leslie looks gravely at his family after she’s done her best to heal him. They decide to keep trying, they don’t want to believe he’s gone.
Tim watches in fury. He’s more useful than this, he’s not just going to die and let the family mourn him! Tim sets to work trying to understand what’s happened to him and he realizes he must be a ghost. Therefore, if he wants to understand ghosts he needs to go where ghosts are, and thankfully he just read a JLD doc saying to avoid Amity Park at all costs.
It’s takes him a second to get used to flying at full speed, but he finds himself surrounded by strange people in a strange town and… he notices himself becoming more visible. He’s able to interact with more and more objects, he even picked up a pencil! Poltergeist is a step forward in his plan, Tim accepts this change of pace.
Then Tim meets Danny, a normal human kid who looks like he could be brought into the manor and given a cape, who looks straight at him.
“Wait, who are you? You didn’t die in Amity did you?”
“No, I died in Gotham. I came here to understand how I’m a ghost and how I can get back to my dying body. I just need a few answers.” Tim explains, and notices that his voice isn’t his own, like it’s a different language entirely that comes out.
“Well, uh, I dunno about going back to your body but it’s not safe for you to be here. The GIW are looking for lost souls like you that people won’t notice go missing. So get back to your family and find peace. Im sorry but that’s really the best advice I have.” Danny answers.
Tim begs him for answers on the GIW. Begs him for any answers at all. Danny shrugs him off each time, tell him that he’s just a ghost and he needs to move on before he gets hurt or becomes a problem.
Tim decides if he’s a problem, he’ll probably get more answers.
Soon enough, he’s stepping into the end of a battle where Phantom is getting Skulker into a thermos, and demands answers, and if not answers help.
They brawl, and Tim’s training as Red Robin gets him farther than a lot of ghosts. And then, when he knows he’s beat and he’s about to share thermos space with the robot jackass (who he can interrogate and then build his own robot) Tim realizes something.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you? You’re Danny, black hair and blue eyes.” Tim says and suddenly Phantom is as still as the dead despite the accusation.
“How the fuck- dude. Okay, you know what? Fine. Lets go talk, you’re clearly not giving up and I need you to never say that shit out loud ever again.”
Because blackmail works in life for Tim, blackmail also apparently works in death.
He’s given all of the info they have on the GIW, he’s introduced to ghost technology and how it works with ectoplasm. He’s told about the portal (although they refuse to sneak him into the house to see it- he can handle a few lasers, ugh) and he’s told about the general sequence of events in Danny’s life/death.
And then Tim is suddenly back in his body in Gotham.
The family found a way to bring him back and he’s 100% alive, no longer ghostly, but he retained all his memories.
“We have a war against the government to start” are not the first words his family expected to hear from Tim post death.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc crossover#dp crossover#danny phantom#Tim drake#ehehehe#long post#Tim’s obsession is answers if that isn’t obvious#danny does not anticipate Tim’s ghost disappearing to mean that Batman comes to his town#and the JL suddenly lobbying the government to overturn the acts as they violate a shit ton of other laws#Tim eventually makes it back to amity as a human and Danny is like *WHAT*#they get coffee and Tim explains to danny that he’s scrubbed all the GIW files and is about to take down his parents#he wants Danny’s blessing to go after the portal and danny is blushing so fucking hard but agrees that his parent have been out of line#for like way too long#Tim and danny become friends because they’re just two restless souls who have shit to do and not even death can stop them
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Oh my god... oh my god the trolls... they are forming a crossover...we've gotta stop them before it's too late...
#ehehehe#toa#trollhunters#trolls#dreamworks trolls#queen poppy#aargh#aarghaumont#art#fanart#ispy.png#trollhunters fanart#trolls art#trolls fanart
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Oh no he's being ominous again
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#ehehehe#hes so pretty for what#the magnus protocol#art
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certain ineffable things
(rise Donnie x touch starved gn reader - little bit of angst, mostly fluff)
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Lazy circles drawn on hips.
Tender pats on the shoulder or head, conveying much more than mere words.
Nudges of encouragement or of endearment or at least conveying that someone else was there.
Various affectionate displays - all luxuries experienced in the most painfully infrequent intervals.
At least, they were to you.
Home definitely wasn’t the place to be seeking out stuff like that - your upbringing had all but made certain of that - nor was anywhere with your colleagues or friends. Any time anyone so much as got near, your skin seemed to crawl and spine shivered and-
In short, it seemed an endeavor destined to fail.
That wasn’t to say you didn’t like it. The physical contact part, that was; the yearning and all that was inarguably awful.
But the occasional touch or elbow rub or hug just absolutely made you melt. Only when you felt like it though. And normally only when you initiated it. And typically only with a certain purple clad significant other-
A hand grasped onto yours.
You snapped back to the present, sitting in Donnie’s lab where you’d been idly passing him tools and utensils as needed and he’d been discarding them back into your palm, and where a misunderstanding where each of you thought the other to be passing them something and extended two empty hands made quite the startling connection of the two.
“Sorry!” Your hand retracted as if repulsed by his. “Sorry.”
He jolted on his own accord before looking over at you. “You alright?”
“Are you?”
Donnie blinked. “You shuddered as if I transferred a few thousand volts which, considering my current field of experimentation, is feasible. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. What a way to get dragged out of a soliloquy. “It just, uh, caught me off guard is all. What about you? You just about leapt out of your seat.”
“All’s good on my end.”
“Yep. Same here.”
“Alright then.”
A terse moment passed. Despite how fervently you hoped he’d turn back to his work
and drop the upsettingly awkward conversation, Donnie’s softly confused gaze stayed fixed on you.
It made your stomach churn in a manner halfway between flustered and unbearable - that was to say, leaving sounded like a viable option.
“You know what? I might go get a snack or something; it’s been a minute since I had anything so...”
“Right. Want me to have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fetch you something?”
“No!” You took a deep breath upon realizing you were near shouting. “No, that’s quite alright. I don’t mind moving around a little bit.”
“Oh. Okay.” Donnie remained wide-eyed and immobile, tracking you curiously even as you moved for the door. He probably kept that up as long as he could, as long as you were in his sight before going back to work, not that you knew for certain, of course. You had squared your shoulders and rushed out as swiftly as possible, only easing up when you reached the kitchen.
You set straight to work on that snack and a warm drink to help you recuperate.
With a sigh, you prepped a kettle on the stove, leaving it to boil as you ventured mindlessly to the pantry.
After retrieving something to munch on, something easily poppable, you returned to an eagerly whistling kettle, the contents of which you quickly emptied into an eagerly awaiting mug. You plucked a tea bag from the cabinet adjacent to the stove and dunked it in, setting a timer.
As the tea steeped, you tried not to do so in your thoughts. Swimming and swarming uncomfortably through your brain with unpleasant reminders of how unfairly you’d behaved earlier, how unfair the circumstances around how averse you felt toward simple contact were-
No, not going there right now. You busied yourself with snagging pieces of your snack, losing your thoughts under the fervent sound of crunching and grinding and-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Right. The tea.
Steeping over and tea bag tossed, you gathered your bearings and paused in the doorway. On one hand, you could go back to the lab and talk things out like a sensible person. On the other hand, cowering away in Donnie’s room was also there.
“Psh.” You shook your head lightly at yourself and trudged your way to his room, ever the craven.
You sipped at your earl grey contentedly, navigating around stacks of thick books and planters filled with rich soil and plum-colored tradescantia. Donnie, ever the botanist at heart.
Following the oh-so-perilous journey across his purple-fluorescently lit room, you settled on his mattress. Something struck you as funny in a deprecating sort of way when you sat - going into his room uninvited and making yourself at home on his bed seemed less intimate than simply coming into contact with him. Maybe you were just desensitized to eradicating his personal space but still quite opposed to doing the same with his personal bubble.
Yes, it was funny. Pathetic, too, but ironically funny nonetheless.
You couldn’t remember the last time you purposefully came into contact with someone and liked it. Like, genuinely, when was the last time you were touched?
Yes, sometimes it happened out of necessity - someone helping fasten on a bracelet’s clasp or zip up an outfit or something of the sort - other times it happened by accident - like earlier - but other than that, you hadn’t the foggiest idea of when you’d last sought intentional contact with anyone. All you knew was that it had been a painfully long time which made it a painfully sore subject.
The quiet shuffle of steps made a sudden appearance, ones you could recognize as Donnie’s without even looking up. So you didn’t.
A weight settled a considerable distance away from you on the bed, the sounds of the anxious pops of phalanges and the wringing of wrists making it even more apparent it was him.
You took a long, slow sip of your tea, savoring the last bit of warmth cascading down your throat before deftly discarding the empty mug on his busied nightstand.
You shuffled.
Talking, right? That was what was supposed to, what needed to come next, right?
Hashing it out verbally, coming to a resolution, going back to sitting in the lab with hardly a word exchanged and certainly no skin brushing by skin.
How do you ask someone why they scarcely touch you without sounding inappropriate or impotent? Not exactly a normal thing to ask. Or feel.
And how do you describe the niche feeling of wanting to feel any kind of contact but only under the most specific of circumstances?
Daunting, it was. All of it.
“Do you want to talk about earlier?” Donnie broke the silence.
The shake of your head was nigh indiscernible, but he perceived it nonetheless.
He twiddled his thumbs.
You cleared your throat.
He looked up from his lap.
You cautiously extended your arms out. An invitation to skip the words and go straight to the resolution.
Hesitantly, his hand met yours, the feeling electric, burning as his digits slid across yours to take gentle hold of you.
The two of you met eyes and, upon seeing no disapproval, continued with the utmost care.
You couldn’t recall which one of you moved to lay down first, but the other quickly reciprocated the shift, both of you ending up facing each other on silken violet sheets.
Legs tangled lightly for the purpose of pulling each other closer.
Tridactyl hands lightly glided to your sides, as if handling something delicate.
Yours made their way up, joining together behind his neck.
“I’m being so honest right now: if you want to stop, we’re stopping,” you voiced quietly yet surely.
Lazy circles on your hips drawn by his thumbs drew you in, drawn by thumbs that had increasingly more bravado by the second.
“Seriously, any moment you’re done, we’re done.”
A low hum sounded his amusement.
“Not as in done done, like done with this specific-“
“Respectfully,” Donnie interjected lightheartedly, “shut up. I’m good if you’re good.”
“…”
The silence this time once again carried an awkward air, but it was decidedly less insufferable.
Another second was spent before he cleared his throat, not wanting to misinterpret your silence. “You’re good?”
“Mmhm.”
“Then it’s good.”
With that, you decided his advice to shut up was the best idea you’d heard all day and did so, nuzzling your face into his neck sleepily. The reverberating churr and tighter hold you received in return were exquisite.
Oftentimes words proved to be the best and most concise way to convey a message; however, sometimes actions took that distinction, able to show as opposed to tell certain ineffable things.
#Ehehehe#guess who’s been reading and watching good omens?#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#save rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#unpause rottmnt#rise season 3#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#unpause rise of the tmnt#touch starved#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#rise donnie x reader#rise donnie#rise donatello x reader#rottmnt donnie#donnie x reader#donatello x reader#rottmnt donatello
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Sun and Thunder
#one piece#monkey d. luffy#luffy#nami#gear 5 luffy#straw hat pirates#my art#i did some studies and ended up makinf fanart#ehehehe#also nami got that ass lmao#no the person in the middle has no symbolism#it’s just a study I didn’t remove from the screenshots#looks funny tho lmao
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