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gravesaint · 2 years
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some more drafts of the new print im working on :-)
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fates-theysband · 2 years
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reasons a song might remind me of a f/o:
lyrics actually make sense for them
exactly one line, divorced from its context, makes sense for them
sounds like something they would listen to
was listening to it a lot at the same time i was engaging with their source
sound of the song makes sense for their aesthetic
singer sounds like them
your guess is as good as mine
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fantasykiri5 · 4 months
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would you draw an esmp 1 joel?
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One slutty, slutty sculptor, coming right up!
He’s admiring his handiwork
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bloodsbane · 3 months
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Hey guys! I have a Dungeon Meshi server!
It's very small at the moment, but I'd love to have more people join so we can talk about the manga and enjoy the anime together while it's airing!
Some notes on the server itself:
It's safe for anime-onlys; there are separate channel categories for those who are fully caught up on the manga and roles that will keep people out of spoiler-heavy channels.
It's meant to be a pleasant space for people to discuss things they enjoy about dunmeshi, share cool fanworks, and foster creativity. The vibe is meant to be kept positive and friendly, so there are no sort of vent or discourse channels.
All that being said, I really don't want the server to get overly-populated, nor am I interested in moderating a totally public server (scary!), so the link is never going to just be openly shared. If you're interested in joining, though:
Send me a message (NOT anonymous, obviously) asking to join.
PLEASE KNOW I won't be accepting everyone who asks; friends/mutuals/acquaintances and followers I'm at least a little familiar with will get priority.
The server is 18+ only, though I'd say ideally 21+. I'm most comfortable moderating servers for adults. Please don't ask to join if you're under 18.
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titsthedamnseason · 1 year
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okay my darlings, you know what time it is…..SURPRISE SONG GAME TIME!!! except this time it’s extra super duper special because this post is actually queued because today is MY SHOW 🤭🫶 aka it’s atlanta n3 therefore i am BEGGING you to manifest the absolute best of your best picks and leave them in the tags or replies for me to see later and then give you an internet smooch if you win 💗 HAPPY GUESSING
i’m going to guess my absolute dream combo of hey stephen and dorothea
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eosofspades · 6 months
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the cycle of mother-daughter trauma is a fucking ouroboros why is arguing with my mother the exact same as watching her argue with her mother. i am not me asking my mom to hear what i am saying i am my mom begging her mother to hear what she's saying. sick and twisted mirror that reflects itself in spirals all the way down
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Honestly, I’ve been so busy thinking about the dynamic of Aaravos and Callum that I almost completely overlooked the coming storm with Claudia, when it’s been foreshadowed this whole time. Even S6E1 only seemed to point to Aaravos’s manipulation of Callum coming soon when there has to be a whole other side of S6 with his manipulation of Claudia.
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revvywevvy · 11 months
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idk what the initial plan was for this I just started drawing angst and ended up with this. woe pain and agony be upon ye.
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casinocircus · 3 months
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REMINDER! PLEASE FULLY ABSORB THIS INFORMATION FOR FUTURE USE GOING FORWARD!!!
multiple things can be true at the same time
we can hold an idea in each hand simultaneously
sometimes someone can base their conclusions on a thread of truth, but still ultimately end up incorrect somewhere along the way
everyone is capable of being wrong and or doing harm, even you and I
we can form nuanced opinions
we can change our minds
we don't have to inherently have all the right answers, and we aren't bad people just for needing to learn sometimes
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hazzzyrider · 8 months
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Steal my rib and get past me.
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frozenhi-chews · 4 days
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Always thinking about that one youtuber who was going over "cringy" Poppy Playtime chapt 3 comic dubs. Like we still live in an era where people will mock you for making something different. But I think the icing on the cake was when they said "you can insert yourself into those worlds, just don't ship yourself with anyone."
Like HUH ???? WHAT??? Did this person just diss the entire reason people self insert? Like honey, I don't give a crap if they're making Y/N comics about Dogday. In fact, I'm happy for them! But you just crapped on the entire reason people self insert in the first place? People do that to be in the world of their favorite characters, to have relationships with them!! Platonic, familial, romantic, etc. Kids have done it. Grownups have done it. People will continue to do it.
Drawing yourself kissing your favorite characters is not a bad thing! If it's "cringy" ya gotta find out WHY other than "its weird that someone wants to kiss a fictional character." Especially when smash or passes exist. Kill the part of you that cringes and let some people be, my gosh
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eternally-smitten · 9 months
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Personal Assistant
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summary: Natalie visits Jimmy late at night at the salon he lives in so he can paint her nails. While he paints them, they discuss future possibilities
word count: ~1.2k
author's note: Yeah I had to write about him again and post back to back. This man has a choke hold on me.
banner credit: cafekitsune
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“Hey, hey, hey!” Natalie whipped her hand away and frowned at her nail, “You paint the nail, not the skin around the nail!”
Jimmy reached over the table and grabbed her hand back, giving her an apologetic look, “I’m sorry! I’m a lawyer, I never claimed to be a nail technician.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not! Your painting skills are terrible.” She hesitantly let him clean up her nail and repaint it, “You’re much better at talking your way in and out of situations that no one else would face but you, James.”
“I guess so,” He chuckled, “But hey, let me use you as my practice dummy. Maybe my actual calling is painting nails for pretty ladies.”
“Not if you do it like that!” She swatted his hand gently, “My goodness, it’s supposed to be smooth! You’re applying it too thick, it’ll get all tacky!”
Jimmy held his hands up in defeat, “I don’t know what I’m doing! Help me out here!”
“Well, maybe if you didn’t hold my hand like it was a dead fish would help?” Natalie peeled off the sticky layer of paint he had just applied and gave her hand back.
“You are certainly creative with your words.” He commented, taking her hand in his, “Here, is this better?”
She smiled at him, curling her fingers around his hand a little, “Much better. Maybe this is your dream job, after all!”
Jimmy’s lips curled into a small smirk, enjoying how her hand felt in his, “Thank you for being such a lovely teacher.” Once again, he tried to paint her nails smoothly. She was right, holding her hand a little tighter did help. He took note of his heart feeling a little funny as he held onto her, though. It felt jittery and excited, a feeling he wasn’t used to around anyone else. Jimmy would look up at her every few seconds or so, watching her face. She watched his painting intensely, grinning at him as she did so. He painted one nail and held it up to her, silently asking her if he did a good job.
Natalie pulled her hand away for a moment to study it, “Beautiful. Just perfect, James.”
He chuckled and shook his head, taking her hand back, “You’re still stuck on that whole ‘James’ thing? Even after I learned how to paint nails correctly for you?”
She giggled, “I just like saying your actual name. Is that so wrong?”
“Well, no,” Jimmy moved on to painting her other nails, “I’m just used to being called ‘Jimmy’, I guess. Everyone calls me that.”
“And I’m not everyone.” She took a sip of her drink, leaving a lipstick stain on the straw.
He looked up at her and smirked, “No, I guess you’re not.” He finished up working on one of her hands before reaching over to take the other. Her skin felt soft and it smelled faintly of peach scented lotion. It was oddly comforting and alluring to Jimmy. He didn’t know how else to explain it but her hand felt right in his. He looked at her nails and the color she picked, connecting its peachy pink to the scent of her lotion, “Why do you always pick anything related to peaches?”
Natalie shrugged, “I just like them, I guess. Why? Do you not think I’m cute as a peach?”
“Of course I do.” He accidentally said, choking on his words after he caught his mistake.
She giggled, blushing a bit, “Oh, now you’re just flattering me. Isn’t trying to solicit against the rules? I ought to report you, James.”
“Aww, but then who would paint your nails so well, hmm?”
“How about my usual technician here?” She asked, “But, I can’t say no to you. I guess I’ll let this slide, but you’re on thin ice.”
He finished her other hand and held it up to her, “You’re too kind, Nat, you know that?”
"Nothing but the best for my favorite lawyer." She beamed at her freshly painted nails, "Excellent work. They're just perfect."
"Looks like we have some time to kill while they dry, huh?" He rested his cheek in his hand, "So, how's working for Howard?"
"Terrible." Natalie said flatly, "He drives me up the goddamn wall with his fake smile and pretend positivity."
"Why stay then?" He questioned, "Why not work for me? I could use a secretary."
"Oh, yes, because you can afford to pay me, right?" She joked.
"I mean, not in the conventional way!" He laughed, "You can have all the cucumber water you want! Isn't that just as good as your paycheck at HHM?"
"Isn't that for customers only?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. 
Jimmy shrugged, "You are a regular at this salon so they'd just assume that you'd be here for an appointment! I have it all worked out!"
Natalie sighed, "I wish, James. Maybe someday! But, for now, I'm stuck matching Howard's fake, toothy smile and pretending I care about what he did last weekend."
"Well, lucky for you, this Sandpiper case is going to be huge. I'm gonna win it, I know it!" He clasped his hands together excitedly, "Once that's over and I get paid, then will you be my own personal assistant?"
"I dunno…" She teased, "If you're a big hot shot lawyer, who's gonna paint my nails late at night when I'm bored?"
"Consider that a perk of your employment! Along with dental insurance, of course."
"That's a very promising offer…"
"Come on! You know you wanna." He encouraged, "You'd be happier with me!"
"You're right, I would be." Natalie sniggered, "But, for now, I'm stuck at HHM. Which I have to go to tomorrow, so I think this is where our wonderful night ends, James."
"No, it can't be over yet! What about your nails?" He asked, almost pleading.
"They're dry as a bone. You did a fantastic job. I'll have to let you paint them again very soon."
"What about your toes? I can paint them!" Jimmy offered, "Or I can offer you a drink! What do you say? Some gin and cucumber water sound good to you?"
"Maybe next time." She smiled, placing a hand on top of his, "I'm sorry, I have to go in early tomorrow. It's best if I go home."
He placed his other hand on hers, squeezing it gently, "Just half an hour more? Please? What if I offered to order us food, huh?"
"You're so sweet," She sighed, "I wish I could tonight."
"Tomorrow then?" He asked, hoping she would agree.
Natalie thought for a minute, "Well, I'd have to check my schedule but tomorrow should be okay."
Jimmy beamed, "Great! See you then! Um, hopefully, I mean!"
"Tell ya what," She stood up and grabbed her bag, "I'll pay for our take out tomorrow to make up for me leaving you alone tonight. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Deal." She repeated, "Sounds perfect. Goodnight, James. I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully. Probably. I'll call you when I get home, okay?"
"Promise?"
"Pinky swear." Natalie turned and left, her heels quietly clicking against the tile floor. She faced him one last time to wave goodbye and then left. Jimmy watched her leave and rubbed his face. He could smell her lotion on his hand. It made him smile a little to himself. He couldn't wait to call his peach themed possibly future secretary as soon as she got home. 
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brightokyolights · 3 months
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#i am only typing this because im tired and feeling more loosey goosey than i usually would i guess#but ive just been debating something for a while now#so basically i used to just openly talk about like. everything on this blog but then due to a multitude of reasons#i stopped posting about certain things 1. because irl people found my blog and probably still could if they Really tried#2. because i didnt want to post about certain things and have absolutely anyone know shit about me#like as much as it can feel like a cosy wee community. just me and my mutuals <3 etc. its like. actually the fucking internet djdbdjdhdhjdh#anyways whats prompting me to type all this is that i used to post kinda negative stuff on here i guess you could say. like just my feelings#and shit. but i stopped because i want this to be a positive blog and i do feel like you can manifest shit you know? if i constantly reblog#posts where im like “i feel worthless and i am a piece of shit” that isnt helping anything you know? i think what really hammered it home#for me is when i saw a mutual rb something from me like that and it made me so sad tbh. because like. no youre not. youre amazing and ily#you know? anyways. overall i think it has been a decision for the best and i enjoy that my blog has become a more positive space. but i#do sometimes just feel like im kind of going the opposite direction where i act a certain way when im really just. feeling crap.#like all the time. idk maybe tumblr isnt the place for it but it used to be my outlet you know? and i have other things like my diary and#art and even a sideblog lmao. but i guess i do just mourn my whole self not being on this blog. idk what im trying to say by all this#is it this deep? am i thinking about this way too much lmao. idk. idk.#le text post
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puppygirldanhowell · 1 year
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there's something incredibly healing about this
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i want that red bunny bitch gone
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cainware · 2 years
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Headcanon time:
Jason still smokes post-resurrection. It's not super frequent, but when he's feeling exceptionally stressed, he takes a break and smokes. Mostly only when someone dies, when a mission has tested his last nerve, or when he's had a particularly rough time adjusting to being social that day. So, once a day, a few times a week. But he's not the guy that smokes two packs a day, not at all.
Something everyone picks up on is how Jason behaves while he smokes. He looks lost, whether in thought or otherwise. His hands tremble, his breath shakes, and his jaw is tense. His attention is anywhere but present, his mind floating off to some far corner of the world behind his eyes until he's stamping the cigarette butt out and tossing it in the ashtray or in a trashcan.
Everyone picks up on how Jason behaves after he smokes. He makes jokes, but they feel tense. He rolls his shoulders as if he'd just gotten done sparring. He feels... off. And if they're in one of Jason's many hole-in-the-wall safe places, he sprays himself and the room down with a bottle of fabreeze. He even has a bottle of it in his car, god forbid.
He can't kick the habit. He hates the smell of smoke because it triggers something inside his head, something deep down. Something, they think, is akin to a primal fear. And yet, he still does it. Nobody can figure out why.
Jason doesn't tell them it's because sometimes, triggering himself is the only way he can prevent a worse episode down the line. He'd rather shake and struggle through it now than be tucked away like he'd been jabbed with fear-toxin later.
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