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magiertama · 6 months
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smoke~~
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mondschein14 · 6 months
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Some graphic design exercises
I hope you noticed the red flag 🚩👀
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leehollows · 8 months
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After 2 AM
Still posting from my backlog, and I remember when I was making this comic I meant it as a joke, but apparently the cutscene explaining that this is pretty much exactly what happens just triggered later in the game and not the first time I stayed up too late..
Also: Exhibit #1 why my comic pages need work, haha
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animelover20 · 3 months
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Not me forgetting that one of my favourite op blondes has a birthday a day before mine.. FUUUCK
happy birthday Sanji I wish you were born one day fuckin later☺️🖕
Also slight WCI spoilers but his brothers were born on the same day and I am not saying it to them only my babygirl.. and maybe the blue one. He's cool. And I like blue
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vurelly · 2 years
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I'm imagining Bam over here taking notes on how to cook eggs without a stove
OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THE EGGS
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motleybirdbones · 1 year
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Shoot - forgot to draw the Tumblr Sexymen
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vonlipvig · 10 months
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can you guys not finish the whole event in the blink of an eye? pkease i have wounds 11 wait for meeee gkfjdjdk
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filesbeorganized · 2 years
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Bheem: This is such a bad idea.
Ram: Then why are you coming along?
Bheem: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
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tinystqrk · 1 year
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my gf knowing that i stalk her blog periodically and putting little messages for me in the reblog tags is so fucking cute i’m going insane
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rangikuxmatsumoto · 2 years
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❝ if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop... ❞ (ofrexping)
angsty/soft starters
No matter how much they tried, those romantic comedies were never realistic. Of course, in the movies, being caught up in a sudden downpour, racing through the streets with a jacket hastily thrown overhead was adorable. The couple would finally make it to the intended destination, usually the porch of girl’s apartment, they’d stand there somewhat awkwardly as they attempted to catch their breath – soaked to the bone. The boy would tuck a wet strand of hair behind the girl’s ear before they’d share a kiss.
Or the whole, standing there fiddling with keys to give the indication that you’re expecting a kiss from the guy. They gradually lean in slightly over halfway, allowing for the girl to make the decision if she wants to go in for the rest of the kiss. Yeah, also not how it works. And running home through a rainstorm is never fun, or cute, it’s just an utter mess.
Still, up until the skies overhead had opened with a torrential downpour and a loud clap of thunder, their night had been…perfect. He had been an utter gentleman all night, he was charming, he made her laugh, smile, blush. For the first time in a long time, she was happy. He had suggested walking her home after they had finished up at the restaurant. The other bars in the area would be closing soon, so she had suggested he come in for a nightcap – everything was playing out just like the movies, or just like the cheesy romance novels she loved reading – until the boom of thunder and the sudden onslaught of the rain. They had been close to her apartment – thankfully – but they were still thoroughly soaked. Her perfectly curled tresses clung to her neck and cheeks, she couldn’t pull off the wet beauty look no matter how much she tried. And Shuuhei, he was no better. The rain had caused his bangs to cling to his forehead in an awkward fashion.
There had been the shared awkward pause on her doorstep, she had waited for him to make the next move, but he had merely bid her goodnight before she had caught his wrist. She wasn’t going to let him go home in a storm, even with shunpo, he was already soaked to the bone. He could come in, dry off, they could share another drink and he could head back to the Ninth after it stopped raining – which she assured him that it would be any minute now. He had agreed and once inside she put the kettle on for tea, hastily cleaned two cups for sake and then went about rustling up some clean towels. She knew she should have cleaned her apartment before tonight.
Tossing him a towel she went about toweling off her face, trying to bring some life back into her soaking wet hair before treading wet footprints across the living room to her kitchen. Their evening was surely striking every box in the comedy aspect in a romcom – she’d far more like the romance portion again, thank you. She ushered him to the couch with the tea and sake, before she too took a seat next to him. He had draped the towel around his shoulders, attempting to be inconspicuous as he surveyed her apartment. As she watched him, the thought dawned on her that perhaps, her life was more of those modern romances where the girl made the first move – yeah, why leave anything up to chance anymore.
She inched a bit closer, fingers grasping the towel that hung around his strong shoulders to wipe away a bead of water running down his cheek. His dark eyes quickly returning to her side. She felt her chest tighten, breathing catch. This was the moment, he had leaned in, took her hand in his own and then…pulled the towel from his shoulders and stood in a rush. Excuses were made, he didn’t want to impose. It was late, he should go. They should do this again.
She followed after, wet footsteps matching wet footsteps. The words were out of her mouth before she had time to register what she had said – ‘Why wouldn’t you kiss me?’ Was she not making it obvious enough? Never in her life had she thought she’d need to beg to get a man to kiss her – but here she was.
‘If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop...’
She stood silently, he didn’t want to rush this, for her sake, for their sake. He knew – he understood what she had been through. Her life had never been a romantic comedy – it had always been a drama. He bid her goodnight, hand on the door, she caught his wrist. He cautiously threw a glance over his shoulder towards her. Her hand cupped his cheek, forcing him to turn towards her as she pushed up onto her tiptoes, lips capturing his on a gentle, yet ardent kiss.
They lingered there, gradually easing back as she lowered herself back, palm slipping from his cheek to fall back at her side.
“…I’d hope that you wouldn’t stop.”  
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zelyks · 9 months
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Hey, please check the op of the cat donation post you shared, they are a known tumblr scammer. They've been taken down countless of times and keep remaking with different cat pics stolen from Facebook, using paypal names that's impersonating a real person. Even their bios are copied from real tumblr users on here. Kindly check kyra45 who's been documenting this scammer or copy and paste their whole ask on the search tab, it should turn up similar asks from other deactivated users and the people who have been calling them out. If you have the time, please report their blogs as unlawful content and encourage others to do so as well. If you reblogged from a user or if a mutual reblogs from you, and they are also unaware of this scam, please alert them about it as well. If you have already received a warning about this, please feel free to ignore this message and sorry for bothering you.
You’re a lifesaver Mr or Ms Tumblr veteran, thanks
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catcrumb · 5 months
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recycledraccoon · 27 days
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What if....
Damien and Danyal Al Ghul are twins. Danyal takes heavily after Bruce but Damien is a perfect mix of their parents, and he came out of the artificial womb first, so Damien is decided to be the heir.
Growing up in the League is hard, but Damien excels in a way that Danyal doesn't, because for all the potential Danyal has, he hates the killing and there is a rebellious streak evident even as young as they are. A rebellious streak is a...very dangerous thing to have. Grandfather won't kill Danyal, for as ruthless as he is he doesn't kill his own lineage. But that is not to say that the additional "training" Danyal goes through is merciful.
Damien and Danyal love each other, not just as brothers but also in the way partners do when they don't even have to blink to anticipate the others actions in the midst of action. Which is why Damien, not even yet six, can see the way Danyal is being broken down under the burden of their joint legacy.
So many times, in so many of the universes in which he exists, Danyal Al Ghul is or is seemingly killed, of which is the catalyst for his escape from the League of Assassins, and his brother is left behind thinking him truly dead.
In this universe, when the Demon Twins are out on a training mission (an assassination of a target so easy it's beneath the League for anything other than the simplest of first training missions) a massive earthquake occurs.
They are alive at the end, but both their communication devices are beyond repair. Damien is more roughed up than Danyal at the end, but both are dirty and bloodied.
This is an unprecedented opportunity, of which Damien knows deep down he will never get again.
He loves his brother deeply, but Danyal is weak, always hesitating before the kill, hands shaking. Damien loves his brother and fighting side by side, but he values more the quiet moments when Danyal is looking at star maps and trying to match them up with the sky above their home or making snarky comments about their trainers under his breath. (After when they can't hear Damien doesn't laugh but Danyal always knows he agrees and is amused.)
Grandfather's and Mother's additional training to bring Danyal up to Damien's level is making Danyal go quiet and emotionless and Damien is selfish.
(Damien convinces his twin brother to leave the League of Assassins.)
Damien drags himself to the rendezvous point and returns home alone, reporting the target dead and his brother lost under rock in the quake, body unable to be recovered. He is colder, furious at the world and himself. He pushes and pushes and PUSHES himself. He is the last remaining of a set and he will prove himself perfect to carry the title of Heir perfectly and without reproach. He is more loyal day by day, the guilt his selfishness and betrayal of his family a deep sting he can't ignore.
Talia does search, but so many bodies were lost or unidentified inside mass graves. She grieves and then refocuses on her remaining son without looking back. Grandfather laments the loss, but cares little for the spare in the long run.
Meanwhile, Danyal hid himself long enough to sneak onto one of many transports filled with foreign aid. He is small and sneakier than any average stowaway, and remains undetected all the way to the US.
He doesn't go to Gotham to find his father, but picks a direction at random and leaves, until eventually he's picked up and put in the system. Bouncing around until one day, not long after he turns seven, the Dr.'s Fenton and their young daughter are visiting in their search to adopt their second child. (A combination of genetics and radiation from their earliest experiments in college leaving the pair with low fertility rates and very high risks if they ever did get pregnant. The two get procedures early on and adopt Jazz when she is still fairly young, but wait until she is a bit older before adopting again.)
Danyal Al Ghul had an older twin brother.
Daniel Fenton doesn't think he could handle having an older brother again, but an older sister is acceptable.
Danyal left to go full civilian, and when Damien had sent him off decided he would carry that knowledge to his grave if he must. He tells no one, and does not even mention ever having a twin when he goes to live with their Father in Gotham. If Mother did not tell Father of the deceased son, then neither will Damien.
Danyal Al Ghul is dead, and Damien will keep it that way.
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(The greatest secret is this: The two have never lost contact. It is very easy, during a natural disaster, to steal a pair of burner phones, each with one number only on them and prepaid with enough stolen funds to last years. Danny smuggles his with him in one piece, Damien smuggles his in pieces, ready to be hidden and repaired when necessary. He checks it scarcely, but every few months is enough to make sure his twin is alive. When he goes to live with Father in Gotham, they communicate a bit more frequently. This remains his most fiercely protected secret.)
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tagerrkix · 8 months
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rage.
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vanila-art · 13 days
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i spent a little too long on this piece whoops
anyways, look!! the lesbian goddesses are holding hands!!
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saltedbiscuiit · 18 days
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Short hair Chuuya
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