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chaoticshark98 · 2 months
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munch munch
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fffrost · 6 months
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so i've gotten really into drawing Liu Kang..
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marquisgray · 3 months
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How mad at me would you guys be if this was the pose I used for a Soap poster?
(This is going to match the Ghost poster I posted earlier btw)
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luzho · 1 year
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zukka go earrings shopping!
yesterday i saw @bleekay’s post about sokka being an earrings guy… and i HAD to let these guys go on a shopping date!! based on earrings i do own:) and the poses on this photo by chiron duoung
[ID: This is a digital drawing of Sokka and Zuko, drawn from the shoulders up, in warm colors and against a blank background. In the center, Sokka looks flustered and exhilarated while trying new twinkling lavender earrings, wearing his classic collar with a blue tank top. Very close and looking lovingly right at him, Zuko shows him one shiny and golden snake earring while sporting short hair, a green t-shirt, a septum piercing, snake bite piercings and fire-themed earrings.  End ID]
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brother-emperors · 11 months
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ascanio and louis xii
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Milan Undone, Contested Sovereignties in the Italian Wars, John Gagné
extremely bold of louis xii to assume that ascanio, who has a reputation for conspiracy, wouldn't turn around and say 'fuck you,' after all of that™
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(Ibid.)
it IS funny how men in power keep thinking they can put him on a leash like, pal. the odds are NOT in your favor
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brainscrewz · 3 months
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in her room :)
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was near a button maker yesterday and things happened… creds to my friend for drawing gregory house from memory despite never having watched the show
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unvexes · 5 months
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but i’ve never enjoyed it.
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dirtbra1n · 3 months
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shirahama kyouji isn’t convinced that tashiro’s actually seeing into hanzawa senpai’s dreams. bite him. but, okay, sure, whatever. as far as he’s concerned, tashiro doesn’t have to acknowledge this river as a real thing unless he really wants to. or needs to. what-ever.
what does he know. right?
not like he’s been getting calls from tashiro in the dead of night with alarming frequency lately. not like he’s being turned to like some kind of romantic gospel. it feels like a mean prank, honestly. Stop asking me about romance, Tashiro, you punk.
he sighs, holds the door for tashiro, clears his throat. “But, anyway, isn’t this whole thing kind of one-sided? Like, here you are lopping off his limbs or whatever—”
“Hey—”
“—but I don’t hear anything about him cutting into YOU. Aren’t YOU worth digging into? Isn’t he curious about the stuff going on in YOUR brain?”
“…If you’d just stayed in the ping pong club…”
“UGH, never mind.”
honestly speaking, kyouji thinks he’s a really good friend. just on the principle that he’s not just willing to but practiced in the art of grinding support levels. reading between the lines. pushing boundaries a little.
girls might call him delusional. or nosy. kind of pushy, maybe. he doesn’t let it get to him.
tashiro is just the kind of guy who doesn’t even realize that he isn’t letting anyone in, and the kind of guy that other people don’t realize they don’t know much about. and kyouji met him in middle school, and they became friends somehow.
it’s actually really easy to be friends with someone. it’s just a lot of work to be friends about it.
as in, like. kyouji was gaming tashiro’s friendship for at least a couple weeks before tashiro noticed and asked kyouji if he was gaming his friendship, to which he said “No.”
anyway, this is all kind of to say that kyouji hadn’t really realized he’d maxed out his support levels until that first 2:42 am call about death dreams and hanzawa senpai, and he got split between asking about the whole dying thing and confirming that it was, uh.
hanzawa senpai?
tashiro, if asked, would say that he’d definitely mentioned at least once the weird situation he’d gotten into there. kyouji would concede that point, sort of, except he’d argue in response that “weird situation” applies much more to the almost-but-not-quite confession than it does to… dying over and over? in front of you?
kyouji takes to sitting in stairways to mull these things over. he could be in the classroom eating lunch with miyano right now, but he’s a good friend. long-term investments. he is such a good friend.
“Like, really,” he murmurs to himself, worrying his banana milk’s straw between his teeth, “These have to count as your dreams too. Right?” he hears voices drifting down from the hallway and really hopes his isn’t doing the same.
it probably is. talking to the tashiro that exists in his head like a nut. man.
he leans back on his elbows to stare at the ceiling. “Keep talking over and over about how you’re intruding on his dreams and, like, no offense, Tashiro, but,” he sighs through his nose. completely hopeless. a completely hopeless nut. “Man. Your sleep, in your bed, in your head. Those are your dreams, mind link or not.”
he groans. puts the empty carton on the step next to him. tosses an arm over his eyes.
“Willpower, I guess. Maybe. Not that it’s something you have to do, but…”
somebody walks down the stairs, passing him warily. the carton goes skittering.
I guess if you want him to live enough awake and live enough asleep, it’s got to work out eventually.
he moves his arm and opens his eyes a little while later to see tashiro crouching in front of him.
kyouji squints. “I see you finally saw my text.”
tashiro hums evenly. “I was doing the rounds.”
a twinge in his forehead. he turns his head, crosses his arms. “Left here lying on the stairs, all dusty, cramping, just so Mister Popular can go talk to his friends…”
ka-tonk.
kyouji rubs his forehead. “For what’s it’s worth—“
“Not a lot.”
“Shut up. I think Senpai wants to live as much as anyone.”
that gives tashiro pause.
it’s kind of part of the reason kyouji doesn’t end up saying this next part out loud—he doesn’t know hanzawa senpai that well personally, anyway.
I don’t think anyone who wants to die would spend as much energy as he does doing all of… everything…
he doesn’t know hanzawa senpai that well personally, but he also doesn’t say it because…
man, it’s definitely bad luck in his fortune to go thinking about people he knows and bucket lists at the same time.
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feralmoonlight · 2 years
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WELP have a naked robot, but I wanted to show off the segmentation style and details? Literally been staring at how those super posable art figures work to get this together. I'm so proud of those hands (not the one I traced lmao but I got fuckin lazy, w/e) but man... The detail on this style is SUPER FUN but also I'm gonna beat myself for it. This version's for Out Date, an in development AU that's loosely based around the concept of buying 'helpers' that Detroit: Become Human brought up, but with the twist of returned/defective/problem bots will get sent back to the equivalent of a 'dog shelter' to be fixed/corrected and resold at discount. Sun and Moon (same body) have been returned a number of times before YN, who works the reception area, barters with their boss to let them buy them cause if they get returned again, they're gonna get scrapped. YN barely gets them home before they start seeing the red flags on why they keep getting returned, but YN also doesn't care THAT much about their own safety, or self care, or pretty much anything at this point aside from making sure they can still afford their rent while they just kinda exist. At least taking in this problem bot keeps them from getting 'killed', and gives them the sense of doing something good with their life, for now.
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thatscreamingrat · 6 months
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if you want to hear my opinions about "secular" christmas parties you have to listen to the primer on the reformation why are you walking away wait hold on come back
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americanmoths · 2 years
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the devil went down to hogsmeade
When did Draco get an instrument like that?
The blonde works one hand up and down and up and down and up and down its spine with a washcloth filled with polish until light catches on the shiny wood and bounces gold slivers against the walls of the Three Broomsticks. Draco turns the violin to him and starts tuning the A string, skilled fingers pulling the note tighter and tighter. 
Harry’s never wanted anything so badly. 
“The wood’s from a sacred fir tree. The bow’s unicorn hair. My great-great-great-great grandfather made it by hand, working every day for almost four-and-a-half years,” Draco says when he catches Harry staring. 
“Amazing.” 
When Harry stops mapping the violin’s smooth surface and finally looks up, Draco’s smiling with the unchecked glee of someone who has leverage and knows it. A devil in a three-piece suit. 
“Are you playing tonight, Potter? Do you play?” 
Harry opens a green case covered in stickers and pulls out his hand-me-down Yamaha. “I’m the best, actually.” 
Draco’s supposed to challenge his claim, but he just laughs once, sharp like the first note in an overture, like he’s warning Harry how much the songs to come will dazzle and destroy him. 
“Then let’s say we make this interesting. I’ll play, and then you play, and if the crowd likes your serenade better, then you get my violin.” 
“And if you win? What do you get?”
Draco’s eyes travel up and down Harry’s body, pulling it tighter and tighter until Harry’s attuned to Draco’s desire. 
“Deal,” Harry says, his violin already on his shoulder. He slices back and forth across the strings with practiced ease. 
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on ao3 | @drarrymicrofic prompt: serenade
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It’s alright
A shorter scene this time, but a nice one. I also typed this up on my phone while in a restaurant so forgive me if there’s any mistakes 💀
There’s not many warnings for this one except a small reference to SA, more context in another scene I posted not terribly long ago
Feedback is appreciated! I’d especially like to know how the dynamic between Estera and Arsioly reads here because I’m a little worried about that, obv this is just one scene but yk
Footsteps and rustling tent flaps were enough to rouse Arsioly from his sleep. He pried his eyes open in time to see Virava stepping carefully over Sibatol, her hair a frizzy mess, and Estera standing in a similarly disheveled state, picking at the fur on the tip of her tail. Arsioly huffed, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Everything alright, girls?” He whispered, concern prodding at his half-asleep mind.
Virava nodded slowly as she settled down on the floor of the tent, and Estera sniffled a little. Before Arsioly could register the intent of the girl’s movement towards him, she’d plopped herself down on his lower abdomen with one leg on either side of his torso, sitting with just enough force to make him grunt. His brows pinched in a subdued mix of confusion and alarm. “Easy, easy- what’s wrong?”
Estera shook her head, a soft hiccup leaving her lips as she laid down, burying her face in his chest and clutching his shirt with trembling hands.
He tensed a little at the foreign sensation, unsure how he felt about this. Confused. A little irritated. Amused? He could feel the tug of a smile at the corners of his lips. He fought it down. Sick bastard, the girl’s crying, he scolded himself. 
“Come on now. Use your words,” he mumbled, placing an unsure hand on her back.
A few more seconds of whimpers and cries, and then shaky words, “I’m– I’m okay. I’m happy.”
“You’re crying because you’re happy?”
She whined, and he could feel the nervous flick of her tail against his leg. “I got my period.”
The words punched him in the throat. He swallowed down the wad of emotions that was trying to choke him. Nausea and anger frayed the edges of his mind at the fact that she even had to think about that, but there was also an overwhelming sense of relief. After what had happened to her, this was nothing short of a miracle.
“Oh.” he mumbled, his hand sliding up from her back to her hair, rubbing her head in a mechanical, unsure attempt at comfort. He shifted his weight so she could lay on him more comfortably and ignored the way her weight on top of him had his instincts buzzing. Vulnerability like this wasn’t something he was supposed to accept. He should tell her to get off and go sleep in her spot.
Something in the way she relaxed under his hands, though, made satisfaction pool in his chest, and he couldn’t bring himself to make her leave. He didn’t try to stop her when she scooted farther up, pressing her face against his neck and sighing. Slowly, he felt the tension in his own body fading, and he shut his eyes, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder. 
He didn’t notice exactly when Estera fell asleep, only noticed that her breathing had evened out and her hands were no longer gripping him so tightly.
The rhythmic rise and fall of her back with every breath lulled him into the easiest sleep he’d had in years.
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toontownportraits · 1 year
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"brett looks like spamton" THIS "brett looks like spamton" THAT. you're all forgetting your roots of character meets character
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serial-desigation-vee · 2 months
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do you shank
"...I don't bite!"
"That's a lie. I bite."
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spacepunksupreme · 11 months
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The Big Bang Theory did some irreparable damage to nerd culture but the most heinous crime it committed against me personally is the stupidass gotcha-type “hot take” it popularized about how nothing that Indiana Jones does in Raiders of The Lost Ark matters because if he hadn’t been there the nazis still would have met the same deadly fate.
It makes me so goddamn mad to hear people repeat that take as if it’s some kind of intelligent or thoughtful analysis when it is literally one of the most shallow interpretations of that movie I think I’ve ever heard. To say that Raiders of The Lost Ark is about the nazis trying to find the ark is such a surface-level viewing of what takes place in that movie. Like yeah, that is a thing that HAPPENS in the movie, but that’s not what the movie is ABOUT. Raiders of The Lost Ark is ABOUT Indiana Jones.
Raiders of The Lost Ark is a movie about mysticism, spirituality, belief against “logic”, and about humility and respect for things which you may not understand. And most importantly it is about Indiana Jones’ personal growth in relation to those themes.
The end of movie is not about the fact that the nazis obtain the ark and then die via its power, the end of the movie is about Indiana Jones becoming a believer in the power of the ark when he began the movie as a skeptic, ie someone who would have also foolishly died via its power like the nazis did. The takeaway is not that the nazis die, but that Indiana Jones survives thanks entirely his personal growth.
The nazis are just a fun bit of 20th century Age of Adventure flavor. It is not about the fucking nazis.
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