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deathsweetblossoms · 10 days

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Roiben and Kaye by Frostbite Studios

#HEARTS IN MY EYES STARS IN MY EYES #Holly black #the folk of the air #tfota #modern faerie tales #rath roiben rye #roiben x Kaye #tithe

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polarspaz · 3 months

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Steve 10 AU

Felt a MIGHTY NEED to draw some Steve aliens again. SO HERE YA GO!

#my art #steve harrington #steve10 #ben 10 #spidermonkey #rath #heatblast #stranger things

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mia-nina-lilly · 29 days

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Holly Black's fairy universe is so rich, expansive, and solid that one can have some certainty about the nature of her fey without it being affirmed all the time.

For example, one thing that seems clear is that fairies feel, and they feel intensely. If they hate, they can hate for centuries. If they love, they will love eternally and be willing to give their life for their beloved. In "The Darkest Part of the Forest," this is told as a horror story. In "Modern Faerie Tales," Kaye's entire adventure is based on her desire to become Roiben's consort.

In "The Cruel Prince" trilogy, Balekin hints at this difference when he talks strangely about how humans love — this is all without mentioning Tiernan and Hyacinthe, who became enemies and still love each other enough to fight for each other, or Lady Nore with her late husband's hands around her neck.

We see this firsthand with Cardan not once, but twice! The first time occurs when he throws himself in front of Jude to save her from being hit by one of Grimsen's traps, and the second time is when, similarly, Cardan throws himself in front of Jude to save her from having a blade buried in her body.

The first time, he shows surprise with himself. It was the moment he realized he loved her on that level — in fact, he just loves her as is natural to his species. The second time, any surprise seems to have vanished, as if he had already accepted that he would do it for her a thousand more times if necessary.

That is, the fairies indeed love as described in the poems, and that is simply fantastic on the part of the author because, let's face it, it makes perfect sense considering the aesthetic of the fairies and everything else. Yes, all of this is about how much I love Holly Black and her skill in creating such wonderfully subtle wonder-filled settings ✨✨

#holly black #I love Holly Black #we love holly black #the prisoner's throne #the cruel prince trilogy #cardan the cruel prince #cardan tfota #jude duarte greenbriar #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude X cardan #cardan x jude #jurdan #kaye fierch #rath roiben rye #the darkest part of the forest #the folk of the air #tfota series #the modern faerie tales

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nerdpoe · 1 day

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Everyone is convinced that Tim never sleeps, and keeps trying to make him go to sleep. But he does sleep. Honestly, he probably sleeps more than any of the Bats.

Unlike the others with their cases, Tim believes in this magical concept called "Delegation".

He has computer programs that run constant search functions that notify him when a match occurs. He has ears and eyes on the streets that let him know when something happens or when they see someone who has disappeared. He prioritizes his cases based on who is in immediate danger.

He also makes sure to end his patrol at one or two in the morning if he can help it, and barring extraneous circumstances, goes straight to sleep.

This leaves him with four hours a day to do CEO stuff (with help from Tam and his computer systems), but he also delegates most of that stuff too. The rest of the time is to chip away at his cases by checking in with his computer/people, and napping. He loves napping.

Unlike Bruce and many other Bats, Tim knows how to ask for help.

Unfortunately, this means that when he's sleeping, it's when everyone is scrambling and no one is noticing what he's doing.

When he wakes up, everyone is starting to trail off to bed.

So what everyone sees is Tim bleary and exhausted, beelining for the coffee machine.

Or; I try to explain fanon Tim behavior in regards to sleep but it's actually a misunderstanding. Bruce knows, of course, but he's not saying anything because he thinks it's funny. Tim spent all that time nagging him, now Tim gets to be hounded.

#dcau #or rathe canon i guess #tim drake #red robin #story prompt #i just thought that fanon sleepless tim would be funnier if he actually had the healthiest sleep schedule #out of ALL OF THEM #and still had time for naps #why does he only spend four hours a day in office?#that's honestly more time than irl CEOs spend in their offices #when they're super rich #“tim you need to go to sleeeeep”#“i've already slept for 14 hours today what more do you want”#“haha very funny”#“not jokin-”#“come we will force you to bed”

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kirain · 3 months

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Why would you pick Gale over Astarion? Man's a walking 🚩

Okay. 😒

This is the third anonymous message I've received regarding my Gale romance, and I genuinely don't get it. This isn't even a Gale-oriented blog, plus I've already answered it. I like him better. That's all there is to it. I've seen other users get hit with this question, too; as if Astarion's the only "right" choice, and it's never even warranted. I haven't said a bad word about Astarion or anyone who romances him, but the irony of you calling Gale a red flag, then shaming me for not choosing Astarion is mind-blowing. If Gale's a red flag, Astarion's an entire bunting.

Since you've pushed me, I would rather romance any of these NPCs before canonically choosing the vampire:

Hope that answers your question, anon. 👌

I was trying not to let it happen, but this fandom has effectively ruined any appreciation I might've had for the character. At this point, I'm just sick of hearing about him, especially in comparison to Gale. Everything isn't about Astarion, anon. Believe it or not, there are other really great characters, but fans like you just can't get through the day without propping him up above all others.

A few hours ago, as I was considering how to respond to this message, I bumped into this drama on a post about Shadowheart. Long story short, the uploader made a positive video where their Tav hugs Shadowheart during her personal quest, then someone came in to talk about how Astarion is "so much better" and expressed their desire to hug him during his personal quest.

Enough is enough. Seriously. I could go on and on about why Gale is actually a green flag, but I feel like I've done that extensively on this blog. And people like you will probably just disregard it anyway, because you don't like him. At the end of that day, that's really your motivation behind this, isn't it? You don't like Gale and you feel invalidated by people who do. I'm sorry, but that's a you problem. Don't go after people just because they prefer a different character. It's ridiculous.

And you know what the saddest part of this is? Astarion was next on my list to be romanced. I made a cute half-elf Durge character just for him. I wanted to do a redeemed run, since I've heard it's really rewarding ... but now I kind of don't care. Thanks for that, anon.

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respectthepetty · 1 month

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Dunk and Joong could have offered me anything in 2024, and I would have taken it, gladly, no questions because my ass is a Jaidee fan first and a human second. But to hand me The Heart Killers? Oh! Let me list all the reasons y'all gonna hate me when this comes out.

Joong plays Khao's older brother

Khaotung is older than Joong, but in BL Land that doesn't matter because Khao is playing the hopeless romantic little brother while Joong is playing his stern older brother. Someone already wrote it was 10 Things I Hate About You/The Taming of the Shrew, and Shakespeare would be thrilled to know one of his masterpieces is getting the queer treatment and it's not Twelfth Night.

Dunk is playing the crazy seducer

Boy wants a car and is willing to go to great lengths to do it, including distracting some dude, so his buddy can play house with that dude's little brother. But the whole point is they had to find a guy who was crazy enough to accept the offer in the first place >insert Dunk's character< so the guy isn't just wanting the car. He is doing this for the thrill of getting tied up, stripped down, and threatened.

And I respect that.

Jojo is apparently directing

I wanna have beef with Jojo after Only Friends, then I look at his resume and remember this is the man who gave me puppy play in The Warp Effect, poly in 3 Will Be Free, and a chaotic stripper named Judo in Dirty Laundry PLUS the YinWar trailer for their Partner in Crime concert which has now lead to YinWar doing Jack & Joker, so as a vegetarian, I'm gonna be like Elsa and let that go.

Which means Rath is probably the cinematographer

I don't give men compliments easily, so when I state that Cinematographer Rath has never disappointed me, I mean it. The man knows what he is doing, and if he is in on this series, I know if anything, it will be visually stunning.

First and Khao being the Beyonce of GMMTV

I'm in Jaidee's corner always, but I have eyes and First and Khao could really do whatever they want and I'd eat it up. I have believed them with whomever they have been partnered with in the past, and if they want to play high schoolers in an oppressed school system or a banker willing to see his ex and his ex's new man just to flirt with the boy from the market, I'm buying the tickets, I'm sitting in the front row, and I'm holding up homemade posters. Basically, I'm shutting the fuck up and experiencing whatever they want me to experience.

First and Khao tears

This is its own category because when they cry, they are in a league of their own. They claimed this series was going to be lighter than their previous work, but what is a First or Khao series without tears? I hope they are drinking water right now because someone is crying in this series, and JD's faces are already wet for other reasons.

DUNK'S BODY!

Not to objectify the man's body, but . . . it's a banger, and he has been done dirty by wardrobe for two solid years. His face card never declines. His arms are solid. His waist is snatched. His hair is perfect. Even Tay, New, and Jan were talking about him in the BTS for Peaceful Property because they were saying how New's character was based off of Dunk - pretty, fashionable, and COCKY! But wouldn't we all be that cocky if we were walking around looking like this?! Like shut up fives. A ten is speaking!

It's high time that man got to stunt like Force always does just taking off his shirt for no reason. Good for him. And good for us.

Oh, yeah, and the plot

Sorry, I mean the plot.

SHIT, THE PLOT!

You know what? Nah. I honestly do not give a fuck about the plot. Joong and Khao are hired killers. First is out to get them. Dunk gets involved (although, I think he knows a lot more than he leads on), and . . .

All will end well.

Because if anything, Jojo ain't never been allergic to a happy ending *wink*

So just know this show hit its target audience

ME!

¡Salud!

#the heart killers #gmmtv 2024 #joongdunk #firstkhao #this was meant for me!#rath and jojo save me!#give me chaos and visuals #I'll take whatever you give me #I'm still gotta talk smack about everything else #but I'll be quieter about it

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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WB giving me more Slytherin boys to fall in love with

I finally know what my type is:

It's literally just angsty Slytherins Compelling characters with great arc

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your-good-pal-chevy · 2 years

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Hyperparasitism

The obsession with candles always perplexed Rath. He hardly needed any light at all to see, and reading required only a scant bit more. A single candle, carried in the hand, was more than enough for his purposes.

And yet, as the fire grew and engulfed the manor around them, Rath could not help but think it was a consequence of all the damned candles. Between himself and Hathus, they had already toppled more than a few candelabras.

He supposed they would simply have to duel in the light.

Hathus was of average height. Thin. He held himself with the grace of a duelist, a far cry from his accomplice Killian’s pitiful stance. Rath thought he might actually be somewhat dangerous.

“I don’t understand,” Rath began, circling his opponent, “Killian was a fop and a fool. You’re clearly on another level from that worm, so why work alongside him?”

Hathus moved to match Rath’s pace. He kept his saber and dagger up. His face was a naked display of concentration. “He had his uses. I suppose that’s over, now that you’ve killed him.” He made a vague gesture with his dagger. “And I don’t understand you, black knight. You’re a vampire like us, why the hostility? You’re clearly strong enough to stake a claim for yourself somewhere more important than this shithole of a village.”

Rath chuckled, the hollow of his armor giving it an eerie quality. “You truly don’t understand. I’m not here to stake a claim.”

“Then why? Why slay us if not for our land?”

Rath lunged forward, bringing his longsword to bear. With a tremendous clamor, the blade connected with Hathus’ weapons. Hathus, for his part, had to cross his blades to find enough leverage to block the savage blow.

“This isn’t your land.” Rath’s voice was low and venomous. “The people of the village suffer under your delusions. I am here to relieve them of you, and then I will be on my way to the next.”

“What-”

“Everywhere I go, I see spineless little weasels like your friend Killian. I see snakes like you. Vampires who prey upon the weak.”

Hathus shoved Rath away with a grunt, backpedaling almost into a bookshelf that had caught fire. “You’re a vampire like us! No mortal can fight like that, no mortal can match an immortal’s strength!”

“Wrong on both counts,” Rath said. “You prey upon the helpless. I prey upon the predators. I hunt little snakes and, in gratitude, the innocent provide me with what I need. I do not take blood from the innocent. I only accept it.”

“Then you’re a fool.” Hathus darted forward, lashing out with a flurry of blows with both saber and dagger. One stroke after another, the blades clashed against the longsword in Rath’s hand. “You’ve turned on your own kind, and for what, the charity of the weak and the helpless?”

“No,” Rath replied. He rammed his shoulder forward, his opponent’s saber bouncing harmlessly off his armor, and caught Hathus square in the chest.

Hathus was sent sprawling, but Rath didn’t give him even a moment to recover. It was all Hathus could do to roll out of the way of Rath’s blade as it came down to where he had been a mere instant prior.

“I do not seek the charity of mortals, Hathus.” Rath appoached his opponent as Hathus clambered to his feet. “Payment exchanged for services rendered. I think it’s a fair trade. I get the blood I need to live, they have their local parasites removed.”

Hathus brought his weapons up again. He was unnerved and ill-equipped for the fight. Rath was satisfied in his prior estimation. Hathus might have been dangerous, had the fight not been stacked so efficiently against him from the beginning.

“You’ll never be one of them,” Hathus seethed, “You’ll always be like me. Whether you drink only blood given freely, you’re still drinking blood. You’re still a vampire. You’re still a parasite like us.”

“Perhaps,” Rath said, “I don’t disagree. I am a parasite. But I’m not like you.”

Rath withdrew a stake from his belt. Hathus, seeing this, rushed forward. He screamed his defiance as Rath lunged to meet him, blade against blades, and drove the stake into Hathus’ chest with one mailled hand.

Hathus tried to speak, tried to stand, but he could only lean heavily against Rath as the torpor of death overtook him. He wheezed once, words failing to form, and collapsed.

Rath regarded the rapidly clouding eyes of his opponent.

Without another thought, he cleft the head from shoulders and left the body to be consumed in the growing blaze.

Services rendered.

#rotting empire #violence #blood mention #vampires #sword fights #creative writing #it's rath #rath is the hyperparasite #the parasite that feeds on other parasites

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cryptid-paint · 22 days

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Aliens!

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deathsweetblossoms · 17 days

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Art by Frostbite Studios

Fam, my jaw has dropped fully through earth and out the other end into the dark abyss of space.

#the folk of the air #tfota #rath roiben rye #Holly black #tithe #the folk of the earth

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soranatus · 1 month

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Ben 10: Alien Force Heroes 💫 By Eugenio Sprenger, an Illustrator, Comic Artist, & Character Designer (Sprenger’s ArtStation) (Instagram)

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stars-n-spice · 1 month

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The Holy Trinity

Gay ass ex-Imperials.

#lmao we've got one for every era too #tag yourself #im sinjir #no seriously why are there so many gay imperials huh???#🤨🤨🤨#someone make a venn diagram thingy with em #tbb #the bad batch #rebels #sw rebels #sw aftermath #aftermath trilogy #alexsandr kallus #sinjir rath velus #edmon rampart #agent kallus #admiral rampart

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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it.

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats.

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.”

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died.

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream.

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead.

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.

He has no mouth, but he must scream.

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood.

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off.

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts.

Scrappy is just not enough.

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all.

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash.

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings.

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice.

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail.

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it.

Being dead is agony.

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow.

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever.

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be.

Being dead hurts.

#tw mild gore #cw mild blood #cw mentioned violence #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #cfau #cfau danny #obsessed with the fact that danny just has the WORST fucking time after jason dies and baby i can make it worse #*kills you and makes you a banshee and puts you in an irrevocable state of grief*#delicious angst. danny is having the wORSt time ever lol. lmao even #was originally meant to explore the idea that danny can survive lethal injuries as phantom. which briefly got mentioned.#but i got away from myself. leaning reaaal heavy into the fact that danny's a banshee. At 19 he's got a pretty good handle of himself #but imagine being a fresh out the gate banshee. usually they get time to themselves in the zone to cry until their heart's content.#sorry danny. you have school tomorrow and family sleeping in the bedroom next door #kinda proud of myself. you can kinda see how Rath would've occurred here.#danny is going through it rn #was gonna add a snippet about the city's thoughts on phantom but couldnt fit it in

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ekbelsher · 2 months

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Rath Roiben Rye, everybody's first book boyfriend! The struggle with fae characters is making them look beautiful, but in a nonhuman way. I had real trouble with this sketch

#rath roiben rye #roiben #holly black fanart #tithe #the modern faerie tales #ironside #book characters #ya fantasy #ekbelsher #tmft

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piffany666 · 2 months

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Erik saw how the redacted fandom turned on the british fans when quinn happend

And gave us Porter as an apology

#on behalf of the britsh redacted fans burned by the rath of gbas immaculate voice acting #apology excepted #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted porter #redacted quinn

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erycazh · 1 month

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Hope its not too complicated... But I have the image of Ingo ending up with a line of Litwicks following him!!! In contrast to Emmet and his joltik army 🕷️⚡

i had,,, another idea for this, but trying to draw side profile and full body annoyed me

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