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cicadagaze · 1 year

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a redraw of a piece from 2015. always liked the idea that firestar visited smudge after his death.

January 31, 2015 - February 4, 2023

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breezy-cheezy · 6 months

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No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive

This part really struck me, and I wanted to draw it! Luffy is just trying to protect his little family, and while the Lapins nearly got them killed, he still helps pull one out of the snow....because he recognizes they're trying to protect their family too. And I love that ;v;

BASICALLY A PANEL REDRAW here's the panel

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cyrusthemagician · 3 months

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"Heheh I'm gonna put you into a meatgrinder"

AU'S BY @sm-baby and @hootbon GRHAHHHHH explodes

Please god have mercy drawing this felt like the rolling a ball uphill meme

Love them tho

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c0l0re · 2 months

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"Don't you want to become an Archivist?"

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

This is a redraw! Original is under the cut :)

The original:

#tma #the magnus archives #tma fanart #the magnus archive fanart #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #jonathan sims fanart #elias bouchard fanart #fanart #art #digital art #digital painting #my art #colore draws #TWO DAYS OF WORK AND HERE IT IS LETS GOOOOOOOO #PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT LET THIS FLOP I WILL CRY

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feenmies · 9 months

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shhhhh shut up they're sleeping

#spent 31 DAYSSSSS on this. i understand the struggle of drawing backgrounds now.#be nice 2 me please this is my first time actually finishing something like this . pleasr... plea #simarkus #detroit become human #dbh simon #dbh markus #my art #!!!! if this flops i will cry. and probably reblog it to hell. anyway

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nebulousboops · 1 month

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Been thinking about Ace Attorney sprite parallels lately and thought it'd be fun to make some for FNAF characters :)

Height differences aren't perfectly to scale to show off the poses n' stuff

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #henry emily #charlie emily #mrs afton #clara afton #evan afton #fnaf 4 crying child #I dunno man #how close I think this little group was before The Incident #(whatever you choose to believe that incident was)#gets to me #please don't flop this took me like a week

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acekindaneat · 1 year

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A Wedding. 💍

Based on Lapidist's work on ao3.

^^please give it a read because it's really good but i had to cut out a lot of bits to fit it into 10 pages :0

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phoebepheebsphibs · 15 hours

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So there was this JANKY AS HECK animatic that I was planning on making much nicer buuuuuuut life got in the way so currently it's gathering dust on my flash drive

It was a portal pals thing about the movie

Uhhhhhhhhhghh it's so janky why did I ever post this...

I was trying so desperately to just get the gist of the storyboards down while traveling so it looks so bad AGH but oh my gosh if it doesn't kill me in the feels —

Anyways here's half of it (because Tumblr is stoopid and can't do the whole thing so I guess only half of me will be embarrassed haha)

Gawd i hate this gawd i love it

(The song is "Fix You" by Cody Fry)

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sweaterrat · 7 months

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me when lemlav streamer au

this is a little messy im so sorry i rushed this at the end 😭

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gayvecchio · 1 month

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#due south #ray vecchio #benton fraser #i could talk about this scene forever - just not coherently #mostly i'd just be screaming 'oh raaay' and crying #but also something about ray's sense of powerlessness as a kid being one of the things that led to him becoming a cop #he wanted to be a hero and help the marcos of the world but the reality turned out different #it wasn't like the copaganda movies he'd watched #then enter fraser who basically personifies the way a law enforcement person should be but never actually is #oh dear i'm rambling #oh and david marciano is amazing in this scene #pg's reaction faces are also great #ACTING #this gifset gave me hell making it #please don't let her flop #ds30below #i keep forgetting that tag!

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cheeriochat · 7 days

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Hmmmm DMC headcannons 3!!!!

This one's a bit wordy

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• Dante and Vergil are the type of twins that when they are close by, are touching in any way possible. Sitting together? Dante is leaning on Vergil. Standing together? Vergil has his arm resting on Dantes shoulder. Walking together? They keep bashing into eachothers side. They can spend time apart (obviously) but when they are close there is always some form of contact.

• Nero felt phantom pains where his hand used to be, but when his arm grew back they kind of just became ordinary pains. He wasn't sure if it was a side affect of growing a whole ass arm back or something but he was happy when they went away.

• I kind of think Kyrie would have depression. I mean she went through a lot and lost her parents and brother but she lived, so I feel like she would have survivors guilt but due to constantly being busy she wouldn't really have the time to process it. It's a sad headcannon but I feel like it just seems right :(((

• On a bit of a lighter note, I feel like Kyrie would have a good support system though. I mean she has Nero obviously, but also I think she would have Lady, Trish and Dante there for her and eventually Vergil too.

• Talking about Trish, Lady and Dante. I feel like Lady and Trish would go shopping Bayonetta 2 style, and have Dante carry all their stuff around. (He gets compensated for his work when they stop at a Cafe and he gets a parfait, although he doesnt mind helping his friends)

• Nero has a huge sweet tooth, but because of the kids, he can't keep anything to satisfy his need for sugar around long enough. Vergil likes to buy him sweet stuff though as a form of peace offering. He's found Nero likes Lemon Sherbets, Sour patch kids, and controversially, Liquorice.

• Vergil likes Hotpot and Shabu Shabu. I don't know, I just feel this in my soul.

• Dante is jealous that Vergil gets a tail and he doesn't. Vergil is jealous Dante's horns are fancier than his. They are both content with the wings that they have. (Also vergil has long skinny fangs with sharp teeth and Dante has wider, stubbier (but still as equally sharp) fangs with more "human" teeth)

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myvampyrez · 1 month

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Could you possibly do Vergil with an injured SO that he takes care of? It would be really cool

on the morrow 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

vergil (devil may cry) x reader

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vaguely mentions vergil’s past, intended lowercase, mention of injury and bloody bandages, lmk if i missed anything love 💕

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bright sun rays seeped through the curtains of your room as they shone on your face, providing it with a golden hue as it illuminated every pore and feature in your face with its light. it made your eyelashes flutter as you wiped the sleep from your eyes with a closed fist and resisted the urge to yawn.

you let yourself adjust to the bed, the once cold sheets now warm behind your back as you stretched every aching limb that you could with a small pop. your eyes danced around the room, taking in your surroundings until they scrunched in pain while you hissed at the dull burning in your stomach. the slow pain brought you memories from the day before as you remembered how a pyrobat had gotten you when you were down, how badly the flames it spewed out of its jowls had stung at the initial contact.

while you continued to grimace at the thought, a deep exhale caught your attention as you turned your head. your eyes fell on vergil, his familiar head of hair still up despite just being at home. he always did seem to take pride in his appearance, you recalled.

you eyes stayed glued to him as he shut the book with a soft thud, the book that previously belonged to his human husk of an alternate, the book that adorned his signature ‘v’ on the front cover was now placed on the wooden nightstand next to your bed.

silver eyes bore into yours as he sighed once more. being with vergil so long, you were able to read his emotions. emotions that were so greatly concealed to the naked eye.

you two sat and stared in silence, waiting to see who’d break first. it took you everything not to tear your eyes away from his intimidating gaze as deafening silence fell on both of your ears, any external stimuli beyond the room was suddenly drowned out. it was only you and vergil.

but alas, all silence has to be interrupted eventually. this one just so happened to take a halt because of you.

“have you slept?” you asked, noting his droopy eyes and the way his cheek slightly contracted on occasion, almost as if he was biting his cheek to keep from falling asleep.

“what were you thinking?” he deflected, you also took note of that. nothing from vergil ever got past you.

you tilted your head a bit, silently inquiring as he pinched the bridge of his nose. an exasperated sigh left his lips, which you noticed the peeling of. presumably due to him chewing on them all night.

“don’t be coy.”

“i was just helping.”

“you were vulnerable, you should’ve stayed put instead of,” he paused as he waved a hand around, “carelessly throwing yourself out of cover like that.”

a frowned graced your lips, one similar to his own, “you could’ve been hurt.” he looked up at you with a furrowed brow as he paused. despite vergil thinking of others too, he failed to think about the fact that others could think of him, too.

another pregnant pause, you thought, great.

this time wasn’t as tense, you could still look at vergil and hear the sweet coos of the birds outside. hear the broken smoke alarm that constantly chirped due to one of nico and nero’s “experiments” with his devil bringer. you could still look around the room and still look back at vergil, who sat there in the wooden chair.

“you waited up for me.” you started again, spotting yamato sheathed against your dresser. typically, the signature sword would be on vergil, he never let go of that thing. yet, there it was in the corner, still close just in case he needed to use it. knowing that he’d think he needed it just in case you needed help made a warm feeling swell in your chest as you awaited an answer for him.

he narrowed his eyes before his chest rose with another sigh, “i suppose i did.” his tone seemed unbothered but you knew better. you knew that vergil was grateful, you knew how much he cared for you. otherwise, he would have left you.

you pressed your hand against your stomach, taking note of the bandages wrapped around your midriff. with how much blood you would have assumed you lost, the bandages would have needed to be changed every hour or so. meaning vergil changed them for you. that was enough evidence to confirm your suspicions on their own. with anybody else, vergil would’ve had someone else keep watch while he continued his work. but no, he stayed. for you, you reminded yourself. for you.

you needed each other, both you and vergil knew that. you had helped him through everything, keeping his hand locked in yours despite how much he tried to pull away. you’d sit with him outside no matter how many times he had wished to be alone, voice wavering albeit cold. you’d pull him into a hug when he came home, tired and dragging his feet, assisting him in whatever he needed as he parted with the wintering sadness of his past.

you cannot remain unchanged without making a change of your own, you’d remind him.

as your warm hand gripped the coldness of his, he didn’t let go this time. instead, he gave you one assuring squeeze although it was weak. it still mattered. he refused to look you in the eye. his own eyes, quick and as observant as silver lightning, were now sunken in and tired with sleep as you watched them stay fixated on your hands linked.

conversations under the stars often turned philosophical, usually when dante egged his brother on too much resulting in way too many drinks and threats, some not so empty than others. in these moments, you’d comment how it often felt as if vergil’s hands were molded to fit yours, to which he’d look away as an embarrassed dust of pink would barely grace his cheeks.

you’re grateful that vergil came around to accept you as apart of his life and him in yours. you’re grateful that you’ve inhabited a place between his ribs and that he is reminded of your presence with every beat. you are grateful that you’ve met each other, both in this lifetime and the next. and you know he feels the same way too, although no words come with that feeling.

you’re grateful that you were reborn with your hands molded together, knowing that before you both were just a clump of weeds with roots matted both in and out of the ground, indecisive on where to go.

but as you hold vergil’s hand in yours, the same hand that felt so perfectly designed as a catering to you, you smile. and for what feels like the first time in forever, he smiles back.

you refuse to let him hate himself for his mistakes in the past, as there are more to make on the morrow.