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intheorangebedroom · 1 year
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Seriously I don't care if you make it 150k, I'll still read it all 🥹
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Oh dear, thank you thank you thank you. Ily 🧡 For real 🧡 always so happy to see you in my notifs 🥰
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lordgolden · 10 months
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do you respect the grind?
there is nothing I disrespect more than the grind
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thegreendiamondart · 1 month
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I saw the almost kissing template and RAN
Some meme doodles as well as a timeskip lamb design (still somewhat working on it but i like how they look so far!)
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violent138 · 2 months
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Damian: "Red Hood has a pretty severe concussion. What do I do?"
Tim: "Extraction's still ten minutes out, just keep him talking."
Damian, urgently pressing the comm: "I don't want to talk to him, he's even more insufferable than usual."
Jason, lying on the ground, eyes closed: "That's funny Junior, because head trauma's the only thing that makes you bearable."
Damian, to Tim: "I'm leaving. It won't be the first time we've had a closed casket."
Tim, groaning disgustedly: "Robin--ugh, seriously, just stay there and keep him awake."
Damian, seething even more when he sees Jason's smirk: "Fine."
Jason, cracking open one eye: "Aww, are you concerned about me?"
Damian: "Shut up. The only thing I'm concerned about is our family's reputation after your public wipeout on that stupid motorcycle."
Jason:
Damian: "Are you still awake?" *kicks him* "Todd?"
Jason, grinning: "You said our family."
Damian, furious: "I didn't. You've lost more brain cells than you could afford."
Jason: "Wait 'till Tim hears, I think he'll want a group hug. Bruce is probably going to get emotionally constipated. Dickie would probably cry--"
Damian, panicking as he hears the Batmobile get closer: "Stop. Do not tell him--"
Jason: "You better erase every single fucking video of me crashing then."
Damian: "You have a deal."
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aeide-thea · 2 years
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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oooocleo · 1 month
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second half of the big character cards job i've been working at 🫡
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fandom-geek · 8 months
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i think the thing that really gets me about pre-canon durge is their absolute sense of duty, and their utter isolation outside of the cult of bhaal.
most of the cultists seem eager to see durge upon their return, and one even says they were the first to feed him flesh. gortash tells them of an exhibition of a bhaalspawn's corpse and another bhaalspawn's creations and durge immediately plans to attack the hall of wonder to recover them. they then apparently entrust said bhaalspawn's corpse to sceleritas fel to "restore" through taxidermy. they deride orin for her artistry with corpses explicitly because "bhaal will never care" and because orin "[does] not understand lord bhaal".
even their infamous prayer for forgiveness is framed around their absolute submission to bhaal's plans, and the crime that requires forgiveness? admiring his rival's chosen. that's one line, and the next three paragraphs are swearing to carry out his plan exactly as they've been told to, all for his forgiveness.
hell, even their room reinforces this. orin has barely touched the place aside from installing her mother's corpse and her manifesto - and that is some of the only decoration. what was it before orin, an empty room with skulls, a bed, a desk, some chests and a wardrobe?
the durge didn't have any semblance of a life outside of bhaal, aside from gortash. and is it any surprise? the only other hint they ever had a life outside of the cult is the flashback of kid durge murdering their adopted family, all thanks to their father's urging.
bhaal even tries to force them back into isolation after they've been tadpoled by forcing them to kill alfira, and then trying to force a durge who resists him to kill their lover. if they continue resisting, bhaal kills them. bhaal will not allow them to have a life outside of him and, if it weren't for jergal, he would've succeeded.
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untimelybones · 17 days
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might come back someday to clean him up or do a better piece for him but. here's what i have for now??
eastern dragon doesn't make sense canonically but this is already so far from canon i don't care anymore
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how do you even attach a bird to an eastern dragon they’re just noodles (i settle for neck fluff)
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jimmyspades · 3 months
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gadzooksgalore · 3 months
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Depression has been kicking me in the butt lately so I decided to make a little pill bug friend for myself using this pattern by @livvi3love. I changed a couple details to fit my own preferences (like sewing the legs rather than using felt) and I'm very happy with the result! I've been wanting an isopod plushie for a while so it was fun to make my own :>
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tickletails · 3 months
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They got me
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bunnywanted · 5 months
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yesterday my dad asked me ‘why can’t you like pink, girly, feminine things like most women?’ (lol) what i didn’t tell him is that i do like pink, girly, feminine things………. i like to fuck them 💖
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ahhrenata · 5 months
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a little doodle for @hamartia-grander ‘s fic ANOTHER TIME. i looove time travel au’s… and serennedy - this is ticking all the boxes for me (and i love the ada x alice bits too!)
luis being surprise confronted by baby leon had me 🤩
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lowkeyren · 9 days
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imagine enemies to lovers with aventurine…
as the waltz begins, you reluctantly place your hand in his outstretched one; his honeying eyes, always so keen and calculating, now holds a spark of amusement as he meets your gaze. he spins you gracefully across the floor, his smile widens as he feels the dagger strapped to your thigh press against his leg. his grip on your waist tightens, pulling you closer, and leaning down, his breath warm against your ear.
“is this a surprise for me?”, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.
“maybe.” you try to keep your tone cool but it’s getting harder to breathe with the heat of his body so close to yours. "at least wait ‘til the song ends, love." he raises an eyebrow seemingly challenging you, you roll your eyes in response. he’s annoying, ugh when will this end already. 
as the night comes to an end, he releases you from his grasp, executing a bow with his eyes still locked onto yours. you curtsey in return, the intensity of his gaze weighing on you as you straighten up.
he brings your hand to his lips, the touch of his kiss a brief, searing contact. “until next time”, his words carrying both promise and threat. by the time you return to your senses, he has already disappeared into the crowd.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
update: full fic here
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Louis & Armand • Do you know what it means to be Loved by Death
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doctor-dt · 2 years
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he is watching tiktoks
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