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felsicveins · 5 months
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The second Floyd I ever drew : 0 (feat. Clay)
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azifalafell · 1 year
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I wanted to capture his expression. Kind of failed, but hey, its still a good drawing! Its from a few months ago when I was doing a ToA reread hehe
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cinnamontoastcroonch · 8 months
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a post about the lyrics of Francesca by Hozier and how they fit the way more complex version of Laurance Zvahl’s character that i have in my head
(fits any pairing)
“Heaven is not fit to house a love
Like you and I”
- he is the figure of the damned, the other saved (heaven & hell); which ties in that he is “unfit” for heaven given that he is essentially a demon, despite his love and adoration for his partner.
- also note things like the calling which literally would restrict him since i believe he is in a weird place between mortality and immortality before he answers it
“If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I’d go through it again”
- this i like to think of as the part of Laurance that is separate from his corrupted alternate form, or what still remains inside of him of it. This can tie into any pairing, as a sort of statement highlighting how the piece of him that still can love longs to so deeply that he’d put himself through hell (the torture of his transformation/avoiding the calling) again, if only to be able to hold the one he loves again, as his true self.
not to mention how raw the music and vocals Hozier gives in this song match so well with what could be imagined as Laurance’s mental state at this point of his existence, and how this portion of his old self that still remains (although damaged) claws so desperately at love that he is willing to re-destroy himself for it.
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schumi-nadal · 8 months
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Goodbye Max 🫡
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arottmntfan · 9 months
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⚠️TW:sh scars (healed)
Also BTW, if you ever use my art as a pfp or something like that, ask me / credit me WHICH IS VISIBLE.
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So Donnie from rottmnt bc a mutual of mine wrote a fanfic on wattpad called "Whatever." And it's pretty good (foaming at the mouth )
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maskyartist · 8 months
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i should draw all my ravio's together in a room together, i think they'd try and sell each other random shit
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More Cruxis Lloyd. This comic almost killed me. It was hard.
This takes place roughly a month after Kvar starts tutoring in Welgaia and he has a massive asthma attack. Lloyd kinda saves his life.
Bonus Lloyd under the cut
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flowerscentedartist · 2 years
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Hello Olive! I was wondering what your favorite scenery/landscape is? Also, what's the most dangerous thing you've ever done? How did you feel about it?
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Olive: And about your second question.....
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dabieater · 7 months
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this user is womanizer gojo anti
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hilton-my-luvx · 8 months
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Hey Hilty, you okay ?
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imadumdumjewel · 1 year
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Original sketch by @lordfreg
Our Randy has seen too much…
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Mike is gonna dread the next FNAF movie,,
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eyes-of-nine · 4 months
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pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week
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beegs-bugs · 1 month
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Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Art by my irl friend Vin who isn’t on tumblr
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nenayaquisieras · 3 months
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 4 months
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G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉
It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.
"Kin-slayer."
Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.
Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."
Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."
Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"
"Get in the water."
Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-
Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.
"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-
"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?
"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.
Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."
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