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"To think one of your secret techniques would drink from the days of modern flare. As always." What sounds like a gruff sense of approval radiates from his tone. "Your brand of Stellar cadence trip up the best of them."
Words that proudly charts across boundaries rather than within. Whether she intended for such angles to transpire mattered naught, for within that confidence in her expression and what she expressed to him prior, Caelus had to thrive within that very moment.
Don't mind the fact he's practically draped over Fischl's form, depending wholly on those synthetic arms to ensure he doesn't meet an abrupt collision with the floor below. With one arm wrapped around her shoulders, he'd meet this flurry of his beating heart and her magnanimity with a grace upon her cheek, the warmth of his lips sealing such a deal.
"To think the Rizzessin intended to claim this wild heart."
Oh yeah, he holds every intention to coin that one. Fluency in past, present and future is the best method to keep her on her toes.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Phone in hand, trailblazer draping himself over her, what else is new? The Prinzessin taps idly through a few messages while he tosses compliments her direction, earning himself the phone being put away finally as that emerald gaze turns upon him.
"But of course, one ist only of the most dignified castes of speech that thine worldly form mayest yet know truly within thine comprehension."
⠀⠀⠀⠀Though she often times spoke just as many others did, it was not uncommon for the estranged Nameless Woman to slip right back into that manner of speaking that had been laid to rest some years ago. Of course, having good company who appreciated and served as good complimentary individuals to such manner of dialoguing was a pleasant comfort.
⠀⠀⠀⠀A synthetic hand that had just moments earlier held a phone comes up to... Pat his cheek in reciprocation. Maybe a little more forcefully than a gentle pat, a not-so-gentle reply to the nickname that accompanies the smirk on her lips.
"If we look objectively, Mr. Peaches, then I do believe this 'Rizzessin' has already succeeded at claiming that wild heart of yours. After all, you're practically trying to be my new jacket with this level of clinginess."
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I just saw your new profile picture and my first action was to scroll back desesperatly to know if something bad had happened. Glad (?) it was an informatical problem
IM SO SORRY.
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closed starter for @bruz3r's superheavy arc >w>
Once upon a time, Dick had thought he'd never put on the cape and cowl again. Once upon a time, he'd actively avoided doing so until there had been no other choice; Bruce was gone, a murderous pretender was aiming for the title, and it had been a choice between stepping up and going against orders or seeing the legacy Bruce had worked so hard for - the legacy he'd given his life for - completely destroyed. And then Bruce had come back, and Dick had given the legacy back more than happily.
How times have changed.
And yet how they haven't.
The cowl still feels strange on his face, the cape too heavy on his shoulders, but what choice does he have? Gotham City needs Batman, and in the absence of the real one Dick is just going to have to do. Like hell he's going to let anyone else do it [excepting maybe Damian, once the boy is old enough, but that won't be for years yet]
At least this time Bruce isn't entirely gone. Not physically, anyway; mentally…well, the man is still there, but he's not the same. How can he be, without the memories that shaped him? And without those, how can he be Batman?
He can't.
Such are the thoughts on Dick Grayson's mind as he runs the night's patrol. It's been an easy one so far, but in Gotham that can change in the brief pause between heartbeats. And so it does now. He's known the Wayne Foundation was holding a benefit tonight, a fundraiser for one of the Foundation's many child welfare projects, but he'd hoped - in vain, but hoped nonetheless - that it might go off without a hitch.
No such luck. The moment the word of shots fired comes over the Batmobile's radio he's turned the car around while the tires squeal in protest, flooring the accelerator and all but rocketing through the city streets, all with one thought foremost in his mind.
Please don't let Bruce be there…
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You put on a pointy crown possessed by an evil queen that will give you the power to become a god...
But you're also stuck with this psychotic m-fer who may or may not believe you are now his wife.
Worth it?
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would it be weird to share my paypal 😳🤔 Before, and esp after today, i need a car so, so bad, lol, any bit helps, so i need to save for that, but then i also found out the gov took back old aid for my classes, so now i have that fee to deal with too if i wanna go back to school which i was planning to do 😔
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do you by any chance have a tutorial or tips/tricks to adding colourings/textures etc to icons?
I have an icon tutorial that goes over all that! But I usually just add whatever texture I use on soft light. Then I layer gradients and sometimes more than one textures over another by random, depending on the icon or colors
Hope that helps!
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[[ boomer question incoming but... how do y'all make your icons? is there a program other than photoshop that lets you batch edit stuff so you can change the size of icons in one go, and slap them onto banners?
I'm not one for aesthetics, but i also kinda wanna make an icon banner so tumblr stops resizing them :/ ]]
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Well, I'm Always Here Unless I'm Not!
Be wary of how you speak of animals and children, of men and women. If you are not careful, it will all age very badly! But even so, won't you want to watch the way opinions shift?
Nostalgia from the Princess Academy. Really weird.
Strawbebby stravevvy?
Really long, how long will it be until Rainbix? It was supposed to be in the 1980s to 2000s, but it didn't. It's got to come out soon... yeah?
Do you want some kind of rainbow prince to just come out of the sky? No? Count yourself lucky. Cause some people... it's not that they want a rainbow prince in a physical, literal sense, but rather an entity made of hopes and promises, you see? But one that can take on a form... one where they can take the form's hand and feel that it exists, that even if it's not distinctly physical in the usual sense, it's not a lie...
^That was written BEFORE December, by the way.
Gulukand in the gut! Gulukand in the mind!! Rose petals ground into goo!!!!!!!!
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