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ljdrawss · 1 day
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launching april 4th!
a spore comic that's been in my head for eight years
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neutralbrick · 10 months
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im still reeling over the ending and this design
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planethoneybee · 9 months
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Hey KNY people here's some textposts with a hint of SaneGiyuu
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skelior · 3 months
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First artwork of 2024 <3
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regalbastard · 6 months
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I love the concept of taking someone under your wing, whether it's being the one on the receiving end or being the person who decides to offer their wings, their guidance. Maybe it's begrudging or entirely willing and even enthusiastic from one or both ends. Perhaps the guidance corrupts or maybe it brings out the best in the other, either becoming extremely toxic or making them both glow like a solar flare. Maybe they're adoptive siblings, parent and child, mentor and protégé, friends or perhaps a blur of these, refusing to be simplified and shoved into a neat little box.
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ersh-ova · 6 months
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i LOVE how hk community collectively decided that Pale King gets the news about the infection from City of Tears' sentry (flying or ground one). It's like. A fandom created character at this point. We should give them a name already. Like Messenger Sentry or Possessed Sentry etc.
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Link: https://youtu.be/w3AsJ1kBKGo?si=wbfiCQ6rhqiVpLFz
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Link: https://youtu.be/dltm6G3HDAc?si=iqbB5hh2pXB1WmSE
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Link: https://youtu.be/G6g8yfvYCQc?si=ZqrmlKXu3LRskmp8
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Link: https://youtu.be/xU1Fmv6lEoo?si=BxbpyUY9zyJHOqE_
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Link: https://youtu.be/GpZXnGUfz9A?si=EPy8m3CwL9iDmgmU
Guys it's not a coincidence anymore.
IT'S FANON.
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nesonkin · 5 months
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Instead of a character development, she should get more firepower.
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Love how the Butcher situation is just. A large amount of people being incredibly unwell about the old man (understandable have a good day) and more or less the same amount of people going "FUCK no I'm going to murder his ass to death" (equally understandable also have a good day). Truly one of the character introductions ever
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ancanthus · 4 months
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sometimes self-care is spending your sunday afternoon playing minecraft in your pjs
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ankerrigan · 7 months
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I love them
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beetaur · 3 months
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Summer night date in the middle of winter
(or, alternatively - when your girlfriend shines so brightly you have to close your eyes while reading a poem to her)
This my gift for @palaemonfire for @eah-exchange featuring OC Polina Stellaris and Hopper Croackington date<3 Have a good holyday!
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neutralbrick · 8 months
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wardrobe malfunction
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planethoneybee · 1 year
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Saw a ship that I find icky and needed to cleanse myself so I wrote some SaneGiyuu headcanons. Some of these are just cute HCs for before/any time in the relationship and some are full on ship stuff.
Wow I have actually been posting a lot more fandom related stuff recently.
Below the cut is some possible manga spoilers
Sorry for the self promo but if you want, my ao3 is SweetBagel
Giyuu walks extremely quietly without even trying. He always scares Sanemi when he comes walking around a corner or suddenly appears behind him, and Sanemi complains about how it's like he just teleports. He tells Giyuu he needs a bell on him or something.
Giyuu used to just stare at Sanemi constantly. When they first met and were both beginning their times as Hashiras, he was obsessed with the look of this man/boy he'd never met before. Sanemi would always give him weirded out, slightly angry glares back because he was utterly confused why this weirdo with a dead panned expression was staring at him every time they were in the same room.
Modern au: Giyuu argues with Sanemi about making him order for him at restaurants/fast food. Not in a cute soft way, like he just bluntly says Sanemi has to and if Sanemi tries to pull him up to the counter because he's sick of his shit Giyuu will go completely limp. Sanemi literally has to drag him up. He just doesn't want to bother with having to talk someone if there's a perfectly good boyfriend there to order for him.
I love the idea that Sanemi is very upset about Giyuu's lack of healthy relationship with dogs because Sanemi of course loves them. He starts bringing Giyuu to towns where he knows there's some stray dogs out or owners like to have their pets roaming, that way Giyuu could get some "exposure therapy"
I think in an art au or just any au where Giyuu has hobbies (bbg please do something with your life not every Idea Of You Doing Something should have to be an AU) he'd like sketching and drawing. He'd swear he's not good at drawing people and only really does good with scenery, buildings/architecture studies, and animals but that's just because the way he draws people is not 100 percent exact and has a little bit of style to it. He draws Sanemi a lot, uses his body/face for pose and expression practice, and overall draws him in such an ethereal way that Sanemi starts feeling good about himself when he gets to see what Giyuu makes. I can see several ideas, Sanemi sitting in bed with nothing but sleep shorts on and turned to the side, his face tilted back and focus on his neck, his back as he stretches, Giyuu has drawings of all that.
Post-canon when Sanemi and Giyuu live together (because they obviously would), Giyuu makes Sanemi cut the wood for fires when winter comes around because, ya know, the arm situation. And he happily watches from the porch with his tea.
I love the headcanon that Sanemi is the one who cuts off Giyuu's hair for him. He either sees Giyuu trying to do it himself with his one arm and decides to help or Giyuu will just awkwardly asks him as they're healing in the butterfly mansion.
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ribbonzlace · 1 year
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Too Close ➣ (Vance Hopper x fem!Reader.)
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Idk how people do fanfiction format on tumblr and I'm very confused so hopefully I'm doing this right💀💀
📞 age is gonna be set as 16.
(Yes this is based off the song by sir Chloe, I linked it I'm pretty sure. don't yell at me for it not being a 70s song ok this idea just popped in my head. I may or may not proofread this so if there's horrible writing / spelling, I told you so.
Summary: you and the one and only, infamous Vance Hopper grow close to each other, which Vance takes very personally since he's not close with anyone. When your toxic friends find out, they get into his head and make him think that he's nothing special to you.
Warnings/triggers: maybe violence??? Idk though, you all know how's Vance is soo..... Language,Toxic friends, insecurities, rumors,bad writing, lies, angst , fluff (?? Probably) if anything else that makes someone uncomfortable that's contained in this, please let me know so that I can add it Female reader, 2nd point of view .(You, your)
REQUESTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!
You huffed under your breath, the crowds in the hallway rushing acting as tsunamis. A lot of the weaker people in the crowded space fell over or got pushed (intentionally or not,) onto the filthy tiled floor to get trampled on like trash on a busy highway. The people in the school where massively stingy and dull. It was very uncommon that someone had cared about the people around them WHILE still focusing on their love life, grades, etcetera. But the list was extensive of the people who had ONLY cared about themselves, quote on quote 'love life', aka being a well known player, anything that fell into the topic of this. And then there always comes with the few people who everybody bowed down to, or the people that everybody had cowered in corners when they heard the footsteps or words of a person that didn't want to be messed with. And then the occasional 'trash on a busy highway' ,aka the people who where on the beat list. You had been in the middle of it all. No, you weren't a bitch who played with people's feelings. Although you did wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend, or someone to like you back, or like you first, but you didn't let those thoughts get in the way *almost.* you weren't a self indulgent asshole either. Sure, you did hold grudges against people at times, but you let them past you. You didn't know what category you fell into.
It never really occurred to you that you had hung out with people who where self indulgent, but they where also the people everyone bowed down to. You could say they where your friends, but they also treated you like dog shit. They used you. But you also could say that since you hung out with them, you had a good reputation. People did like you, admired you, wanted to be with you, but they only wanted to just for THEIR own reputation, or to show off, or for your looks. They wanted to be known for dating a pretty girl in their school, not for dating someone with a heart filled with gold. They just wanted the outside of you, not the inside. It hadn't been a crush for them, not a 'like' for them, just a shitty type or thrill for them. Not a good thrill. One of the only people that had been on your mind sometimes, would've been Vance Hopper. And you where guilty for thinking about him, in a romantic way especially. He was someone everyone feared, hell, he was a nightmare. A walking monstrosity. He would beat someone to a pulp if they even dared to let a grunt in his direction. And you hadn't known why you had a small hope of him, he was a bitch. He wouldn't like you in that way, let alone stare in your direction. You figured it was just a in-the-moment type of thing, not a crush, not a 'in-love' type of thing. If you where ever to tell someone about this little thing you had felt, they would either laugh in your face of disbelief, scoff, or think you where crazy. If you where to tell him he would laugh in your face, scoff, or just beat you to a pulp, until your eyes where swollen with redness and tears, and your lips busted, along with a bloody nose and bruises everywhere, and especially an aching heartbreak.
You could tell it was going to be a long, boring day. You shut your locker, a echo being clothed from all of the laughter and screaming from it. and let out a desperate sigh. When you shut your locker, a very well kept looking girl came into view. Her elbow propping her up against the locker as on of her squeaky cleaned white Mary - Jane's crossed over the other shoed foot. "Heyy, Y/N!" She cooed, venom lacing around the mention of your name. She had almost blinding worthy blonde hair, it being brighter than a badly bleached pair of nude colored jeans. You mentally groaned before saying "Heyy, Diane." (OOC: if that's your name, you can change hers to something else, this goes to any other made up character I make as well💀) you said nervously, with a hint of annoyance. ( OOC: Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler?!??? If you get the reference than I love you and you deserve a big kiss.)
"Did you need something?" The question lingered in both of your minds. "Well, uhm yes I did actually. " she gave a fake smile, and then continued. "Ya' know Bruce Yamada? Well, he told me he had a crush on you. But that's not all," she paused. "He wanted me to ask you if you could meet him at the park, 5:30 today. " she finished, and boy did she sound believable in that moment, and you actually believed her. "Really?" You'd ask, mostly for confirmation. A sparkling glint in her eye.
She nodded. The shrill sound of the bell filled the halls, and everybody walked to their classes. "Welp, gotta go. See you soon Y/N." She chirped, a devious tone on the tip of her tongue. You nodded, and watched her skip away holding her books so tightly you thought they would crush into smithereens, like an object under a hydraulic press. You walked the other way, heading to first period.
Time skip lmao
It had finally been the end of the school day, 3:00 pm. Kids rushed out the school doors, or carelessly shoved their books in their lockers, shut it, and did the same as everyone else. Some kids felt down the cement stairs as they ran to freedom. You put your books in the locker, and slammed it shut. And for a moment, you felt icy blue eyes staring at you. You turned around, your backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder. You made contact with the eyes. It was a long, sensational stare. It made a tingly feeling in your stomach. Vance looked you right in the eye and it felt like it had been hours, when really it was only just a few seconds. You where first to break the staring contest, as you got engulfed in the crowds of people as you joined in on the storm. You walked out the doors, feeling the fresh breeze hit your face. You walked to your bike, sitting in the metal holders on the side of the building. You slid the other backpack strap over your shoulder as you hopped on the bike seat and started riding towards your house.
The weather felt warm today, but it also looked autumn-ish as you watched orange and auburn colored leaves fall off the tree and either float amongst the breeze or fall to the pavement of the black pavement. The leaves that had fallen where crouched against the edges of the road end the side walk, mixed with some litter. The leaves that swept into the road got crunched under the tires of your bike, accepting their fate as they split from their whole. It took a few minutes your you to get home, but when you did get home you where exasperated and bored. You still remembered you had to meet up with Bruce. You walked up to your room, and looked thoroughly through your wardrobe, looking for an outfit that made you look at least a little presentable. You decided on brown bell-bottomed jeans with a small flower pattern stitched on the very bottom. You then picked out a striped long sleeve shirt, the stripes finned with a variety colors and repeating them after the first pattern on them was finished.
It didn't look like much, but it did look nice on you although it did not look like you where preparing for an occasion. You put on your black converse with a star pattern on the side of them and decided to go to the grab n go to pass time. Your parents wouldnt care and they wouldn't know because their at work, so it wouldn't matter if you where trapped in the deep depths of the earth, they wouldn't notice because their too busy caught up in their own personal life outside of their daughter. You hadn't cared, but the other half of you did find it to hurt a bit, more like a lot. The last time you remembered when you and your parents spent quality time together was when you where about 10 and a half. You guys went to a carnival that had been happening around that time, and you all went home that night with aching stomachs and dizzy minds that where filled with laughing gas. You guys had stayed up until 1 AM watching black and white grainy tv shows that had been confusing as hell. After your little fashion show of picking a cute outfit, you rode to the grab n go.
When you arrived, you pushed the shiny steel handle of the door and walked in, the entrance bell ringing and filling everyone's ears. It was sorta quiet in the medium sized snack shack, the only noise being the careless cashier lighting a cigarette, or video game noises being faintly heard from the back. You walked down the candy aisle, looking at all the appealing junk, this would lead you to the noise you heard without even knowing. You hummed as you reached the end of the isle, reading a label on the bright package. You picked it out, crumbled cash in your bell bottomed jeans pocket. You had about maybe 5 dollars and 12 cents. You weren't the greatest and counting money, but you'd still know enough to know what you could and couldn't afford. You turned around the corner of the aisle, accidentally brushing shoulders with a certain jeans jacket. You hadn't been as tall as him, your head maybe reaching his nose at most. It was kind of a hard brush, so when you guys turned around at the same time to figure out what that was, you locked eye's.
It was Vance.
He was about to say a very deep down spoken threat, until you got it to him first. "Ah, Vance. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. " you blinked and an apologetic tone laced around your words, filling his ears. His tense angry body relaxed in that moment, his eyes filled with hatred slowly filled up with love. "It's fine, " he mumbled sternly. You fumbled around with sentences in your mind as the pinball machine screen blinked 'Game Over' in red. You saw him look at the screen infuriatingly, kicking his foot at the machine in defeat because of some stupid distraction. He didn't know why he wasn't yelling at you right now, telling you off for ruining his game. He just felt something pulling him back from doing it. You looked at the anger in his eyes. "I could give you a quarter, if you want. " "Really?" He said eagerly. "Yea."You grabbed a quarter from your pocket and slid it into the pinball machine. You watched over his shoulder as his hands flicked one button to another at a fast pace. Your eyes then traced up to the etching of his hair. Sure, you've seen him around school a lot, but it was now or never to notice the details about him. You looked at the dirty blond strands leaking into the light ones, filling each layer of his long curly hair. The sun leaked through the window by the machine, shining brightly upon his head. You looked at the packaged candy in you hand and remembered why you came here in the first place and that it was a coincidence that he happened to be here. Except he was always here, and you always noticed his blonde hair sticking out in the back as he played pinball contently, with so much focus on the machine that it was unbelievable. You cleared your throat, he didn't look over but you knew he was listening.
"I gotta go, I have plans. Fun talk, maybe we should talk again." You knew you guys barely even had a conversation, let alone a talk. It was more of an invite or an excuse to have an actual friend. Even though he was a nightmare, he hadn't been a dick to you so far. He nodded, but a nervous expression overcame his face. You only saw it in the corner of your eye as you began to walk away. "Wait," he suddenly spoke up, now walking behind you leaving the pinball machine unattended, yet to lose another game again. You turned around, humming a soft "hm?" "Uh, you know your 'date' with Bruce? Well you should know that I was there when your friends where talking about it. Bruce never told what's her name to say that, he doesn't even like you. Your friends where planning to do some shit to mess with you, make you think he stood you up or something. " He blurted out. You watched his demeanor seemingly to try to be calm but his eyes flickered around frantically. He didn't want you to have to hear this from him, and he didn't want to watch you cry or something right in front of him and he would just stand there not knowing what to do.
But you where perfectly fine with what he just told you. You nodded and chuckled a bit, slapping your palm over your face with your free hand. He finally met your eyes. "I shoulda know she would've done something like this, your a life saver. " you said, slapping a hand over his shoulder gently and patting it. He tensed at the sudden touch, but then relaxed again. "Really?" He questioned, nobody would ever think of him as a life saver, let alone pat him on the shoulder. You nodded back at him, a smile curling between your lips. You picked another quarter out of your pocket and slid it between his hand, his heart fluttering at the touch.
"I'll see you tomorrow, have fun with your pinball game, don't get distracted again. " you remarked waving him off and walking to the cash register. He watched you watch away, gripping the quarter in his hand. He listened to the shrill ding above the door before putting the quarter in his jean jacket pocket. He wasn't going to spend the quarter on a pinball game. He was going to keep it, he thought.
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This is only part one lmao kinda a slow burn I'm hella tired right now though sooo......
Please tell me if you liked it and you guys can always request fanfiction ideas or anything like that!
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robins-den · 1 year
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I hate it so much when people just dump trauma onto a character not in a "stop giving characters mental illnesses / stop making reasonable inferences from their canonical behaviors / etc" way but in a "it's incredibly obvious that you think characters can't be interesting without trauma and that in itself is an insanely boring and honestly basic way to consume media, fucking learn to accept characters as they are in canon or just make some damn ocs"
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I realised Theres a pattern in the fandoms I like and I interact with.
Shounen with innocent and sweet teenage boi’s or adults.
One armed monkeys or just power arms in general.
Manhwa guys with suicidal thoughts who are also single fathers of one or more powerful children.
And then there’s one punch man.
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