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ts-parallels · 1 year
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midnights, 2022
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comradekatara · 1 month
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I am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth
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yangjeongin · 4 days
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6 YEARS WITH STRAY KIDS — #Youtiful6YearsOfSKZ
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vault81 · 6 days
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I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!
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PSD below cut!
Compressed Version!
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ursiday · 5 months
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Some OC concept doodles I dont think I posted on here. My Divorced Lesbian Cats
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theelvishfiddler · 1 month
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A Hellboy and TMNT crossover would be so cool
I've been getting into inking traditionally again, so I've been studying the techniques of pros. This is an ink on paper study of Mike Mignola's style/inks and an attempt to mimic the style w/ Raph. Colours added digitally, also mimicking Hellboy's colourist, Dave Stewart.
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lishenism · 10 months
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꒰   jing yuan x afab reader / wc: 1.4k   ꒱   :   warnings include talks of marriage but uhhh i think that’s about it. this is mostly just banter between jing yuan and reader. or flirting. this is just literally how they flirt. also not proofread and never will be <3 and maybe ooc jing yuan but who’s to say. do we really know what he’s like when he’s in love *thinking emoji*
note: uhhh i know i said i wouldn’t write anything on this blog but the jing yuan brain rot has taken over me i fear... psd by ninetitans on deviantart :3c
“I hear that there have been talks concerning your marital status.”
You do not lift your face up from the chessboard, instead keeping your gaze solely on the pieces before you with your brows knitted together in deep concentration. There was no room for making mistakes. You must be meticulous and calculated with your decisions. With your pride weighing heavy above your head, you could not afford to admit defeat to him once more.
You’ve already lost four times. A fifth would be a bruise to your ego.
“I was not aware that the General liked to engage himself in rumours during his spare time.”
“Well,” he starts with a hum, raising his hand to pet the bird that landed on his shoulder with a gentle finger. “Only if said rumours are a matter of interest to me.”
Your attention is not swayed anywhere else but at the board, your mind silently rummaging for all the possible outcomes to turn this game around in your favour. You haven’t made a single move for seven minutes, choosing to exercise your patience before decidedly moving your piece. Jing Yuan does not mind. It only gives him all the more time to be with you.
(Which, of course, was his intention from the very beginning. Expertly orchestrating the scene from behind the lines to keep you all to himself, but he wisely chooses to withhold this bit of information from you. In any case, you will figure it out eventually as you always do, the clever little finch that you are.)
“Which includes affairs concerning my betrothal, I assume.”
“Naturally.”
And finally — finally — your eyes move up to find for his own. He offers you a gentle smile, his lips etched upwards in a way that has all the men and women alike sighing dreamily. If they weren’t too busy being intimidated by him, then they occupied themselves by admiring him from afar.
“Go on, then,” He presses. “Won’t you relieve an old man of his curiosity?”
You send him a sceptical look. If you didn’t know him any better, you would have assumed that his questioning stemmed from genuine interest. Which might have fooled you all those centuries ago, but you’ve come to understand him. You’ve become quite adept at reading the many faces of Jing Yuan, subtle as they are. And you’re not quite sure which irks you more: the fact that you know him well, or the fact that you feel proud of it. Few people can discern the thoughts in his mind, and even fewer who manage to get it right. But not you; never you.
He’s looking at you with a glint in his golden eyes that wordlessly requests for you to indulge him, despite already knowing the answer. He simply wants to hear the words from you without having to voice it himself because Aeon forbid he ask like any other normal human being would. That’d be no fun.
You sigh in defeat, relenting. Only to save yourself from the headache, otherwise he would continuously pester you until he got an answer. He can be persistent when he wants to be. You wish he’d been more persistent in finishing his papers instead, which still remain unattended on his large wooden desk.
“There have been discussions in passing,” you say. “And constant reminders that marriage should be a priority for me, but I’ve yet to find someone who is competent enough to even be considered. I’m known to be very demanding, you see.”
“I would not expect anything less,” The small finch flies off from his shoulder with a delightful chirp, now putting his hand down on his knees. You are decisive, that he is certain of. Once you’ve made up your mind, it is final — which is an admirable trait to have, of course, though he’s not quite fully convinced if you know what you truly want.
“It is a poor shame that you have not found someone that has met your required expectations,” He continues, feigning sympathy at the countless people you’ve rejected as if he had cared to begin with. As if he didn’t turn down the numerous proposals that he received from affluent families either. You hide a scoff from under your breath. “Though I imagine it would be quite the feat if someone did catch your eye.”
He urges for you to continue; to spill yourself in front of him and be caught vulnerable under his watchful eye. You aren’t in the least bit surprised — it has been a game between the two of you, the untamed cat and the flitting bird. He lures you in, but you keep yourself close and fly away before he snares you with his sharp teeth.
Very well. You’ll entertain him just this once.
“I suppose there is someone,” you say. And to the untrained eye, one might not have noticed the slight change of Jing Yuan’s posture — but you are not like others. You know him, and almost immediately, you caught the slight movement of his shoulders that suggested that you’ve caught his full attention.
“Oh?” More probing. He won’t stop until he gets something from you. “Do tell.”
“Ah, but you must know, General, that he is hardly ideal,” You smooth out your silken robes, placing both hands nearly on your lap as he watches you from the other side of the table.
“He is an exception then,” Jing Yuan muses. “To your long list of demands, that is.”
“That is not to say that this man does not have his faults,” You counter back, and you swore you saw the slightest twitch of his smile lifting up. “He is far too leisurely for my own liking, for one. He neglects certain duties that he ought to be doing.”
“Troublesome, to be sure.”
“Most certainly,” you sighed. “He speaks in riddles which only drives me mad. He’s hardly ever upfront about what goes on in his mind, and—”
One of his eyebrows raise, his body leaning slightly forward, “And?”
“—And he just lost a game of chess.”
He remains silent for a moment that lasts only by a split second — blinking once, twice, and then thrice before lowering his head down to inspect the board before him. He skims the pieces laid out in front of him with half amusement and half confusion, and it takes him quite some time to register that he did, in fact, lose. 
Your smile is bright and proud, with your satisfaction and pride seeping off of you. It is awfully contagious and he can’t help but return a smile of his own, eyes closed in silent acknowledgement at your recent win. He offers you a word of congratulation, which you soak in with delight and bliss because if there is one thing that brightens up your day, it is his seal of approval. It isn’t everyday that the great general of Luofu loses, after all.
You’ll have to commemorate this day into your memory. He’ll never hear the end of it.
“I think it’s best that I get going now,” You lift yourself up on your two feet, smoothing out the wrinkles that formed on your clothing. “Politicians to entertain, dinners to host… You understand how busy it can get.”
“You’ve given me a most invigorating game,” He stands up not long after you, offering his arm to steady yourself as you quickly fix your appearance before excusing yourself to a long day of festivities. “I must thank you for indulging me.”
“It wouldn’t sit right with me if I left an old man such as yourself all by his lonesome,” You reason, but he knows you just as well as you know him. He can easily spot a lie on your lips when he hears one.
You make your way towards the door, with him following beside you to escort you out. Back then, you would have insisted that it was unnecessary — you were perfectly capable of seeing yourself out on your own, to which he replied with: ‘Of course. But I’d like to stay close to you before I send you on your way, if you’ll allow me.’ You stopped insisting him after that. 
Your hand is only a few centimetres away from reaching the door knob before putting yourself into a brusque halt, body twisting to look at him. “Oh, and General?”
“Yes?”
Something warm is placed on the centre of his palm, his bright eyes gazing down to inspect it before his eyes settle on the familiar material laid on his hand. A chess piece. His chess piece, to be exact. But you spare him no time for a response — you flash him a teasing smile, just as bright as the one you spared him on your win — and leave the room without saying another word, the door closing behind you with a click.
Jing Yuan chuckles, tucking the chess piece in his robes.
Clever little finch, indeed.
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avidcollectorofdust · 5 months
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Hello hello! I made a set of Fi redesigns for my rewrite (archive here) to go with the Ghirahim ones! Full lineup, design commentary, as well as some story info are all under the cut!
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Full lineup^^^
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Design commentary ^^^ in the form of annotations lol. I also did some minor sword redesings, with the main changes being to form #3. Basically, the canon transition from the goddess hilt to the winged hilt is super abrupt to me, so I tried to make it a little more gradual and to let the wings peek through prematurely
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The breakdown of where her "conduits" are (further explanation as to what they are can be found in the ghirahim redesign post). They're concentrated around her legs because I place the conduits based off of their attack patterns, and Fi's are very kick-heavy. I don't have her doing any actual gameplay fighting in the rewrite, but I imagine that the cutscene in canon where Link blocks Ghirahim at the first Gate of Time will be replaced with one where Fi fights him off to give Link some time to talk to Zelda. (Also because the part where Zelda throws the harp across the chasm is really weird and I want it to be a proper handoff lol)
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In the rewrite, you find Fi sealed underneath the Goddess Statue in a stasis crystal, with the Goddess Sword in front. When you draw the sword, the crystal shatters and Fi gives her introduction. (She has been summoning you via chimes, not apparitions, in my version). Because the original hero's sword (ghirahim) defected, Hylia had to create a new sword to seal him away with. Fi, who was a sheikah when human, volunteered to undergo the forging process. However, the forges with the three flames was destroyed before the process could be completed, so Hylia sent her in a stasis crystal up to skyloft with instructions on how to guide the hero through completing the sword. More details about the flame quests can be found here.
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callileonn · 6 months
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bad night
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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myth of the bare palm
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Our kind used to be hulking things of feathers and claws,
more gods than animals, roaming the snowed planes endless,
until we found each others
and in jubilant relief reached out
claws retracting,
feathers shedding,
so the moment of contact branded heat against bare skin.
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fidanmev · 1 year
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SAD! well theres other twinks
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my Punk Jackets
masterpost >:>
Okay so here's my current battle jacket that I wear all the time.
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The back patch is a Front Bottoms song and the jacket is covered in things, little keys, fun worms I give away (not all the pride flags are mine some are just so I can give people theirs), pins, safety pins (esp around the collar) and spikes.
One side of the jacket is this and has my hopepunk patch which is a personal like. fave.
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and the other is like this! The mischief brew one sews through the pocket fun fact (just a little though like 1 stitch)
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my friend @soan-papdi made the cabin 11 patch! <3
the pockets on this jacket are big enough to put a magazine in and it's a great jacket.
Next is my flannel which I made summer of 2021, two of the patches have been replaces but the rest definitely show their age. It doesn't have a lot on it because when I was hospitalized I took all the sharps off all my jackets and I haven't gotten around to putting them back on that jacket yet. It definitely is more political than my more music/art-oriented jacket and both have benefits
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The "Share art share joy" patch (which used to be "snitch on your boss" but that would fold and looked like "itch your ass" moral of the story, look at how things will fold lol) is a pocket!
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The back patch is the first patch I ever made! The sleeves are spiked which is fun but flannel definely doesn't hold spikes well.
Next is my leather jacket which was pleather so fell apart so I painted in all the holes and did a Kimya Dawson quote on the back. It needs some touch-ups on the quote but it's really sweet to me because it did it with friends.
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And finally, my platypus' jacket.
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I sewed the whole thing myself from a jean leg and the back patch is going to be "love yourself a latke" because his name is Latke!
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Right now he has a rainbow heart, some black eyed susans, and a "Bee kind" patch!
If anyone ever wants battle jacket tips I'd love to give advice. I might make another fashion post sometime with all my written on shirts or my jorts I embroidered and painted on. Maybe I'll post my kandi someday. for now; Here's my jackets! I worked hard on them.
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mangopucks · 17 days
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my bro recently got me into hockey.... and am obsessed.. initially posted on my twt, but but like there's so little content (that caters to me) on there... so i have been forced back on tumblr lol
anyways, here some of my fave oilers boys, first time doodling most of them and at least my bro could tell who was who...!!
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surii · 29 days
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THE UNTAMED (2019) 1.14
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nebluus · 6 months
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8 gal bowl
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the-three-whumpeteers · 3 months
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The whumpee had managed to escape on their own, but find themselves in a frigid, snow-covered forest. The whumpee is covered in injuries and bleeding, they’re definitely not dressed for the cold either- but they just know that they need to keep running, they need to make it somewhere safe.
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