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c00kietin · 3 months
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Tally Hall. I am currently obsessed with them.
And Miracle Musical-
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canisalbus · 1 year
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Haeresis
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kikicolors · 9 months
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PET COMMISSIONS *OPEN*!
This is my pet commissions page!
$60 USD for Full-Body Portrait of your pet with preferred flower. Payment will be sent through Paypal; 1st half is sent at start of the commission, 2nd half is sent when it's done.
2 Weeks Turnaround. Feel free to contact me for any questions!
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carnation-damnation · 10 months
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Keep your friends safe by pushing them away.
(Kind of) a continuation of this! wow..that art is so old
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t052ther0b0t · 27 days
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... wait, h0ld 0n y0ur 0n t0 s0methin-
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als0 herez a ver. With 0ut that weird yell0w thing (affecti0nately)
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pink-academiaa · 2 months
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— [28/2/24]
hello lovely people i have graduated high school and am now on my uni degree,,,, its been about 7 months since my last post uh oh! that also means i'll definitely start posting again so i hope these pictures can motivate you to continue working as well
in this house we get HD for high distinction 💪 also because i'm hoping to transfer into law next year lol i'm currently studying criminology and pr/advertising
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"i have to go to sleep" i say
"i really have to go to sleep" i say again, four hours later
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daddysakic · 2 years
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Felt like contributing some silly goofy batblobs
Please do not repost my art
Stickers and such here
art blog: @emmjoanart
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Raph needs a therapy animal.
Pepperoni is here!
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demi-pixellated · 6 months
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*insert angsty Act 1-esque dialogue because i don't have the bandwidth to script it properly + this mostly expression practice anyway*
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wraithdolll · 17 days
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mokeonn · 7 days
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I fucking hate the tetris effect so much. Like oooh lemme play this funnie little card game rogue-like, ooh it's so fun it's gonna be the only game I play for weeks now, oooh what do you mean I'm fucking duplicating multi-card holographic sevens in my dreams
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desos-records · 5 days
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Magic's not allowed in Gotham, but Jason's never been one to follow rules. // Jason Todd helps out the local exorcist.
Jason Todd/Reader
Word Count: 1,464
Warnings: some mild violence, demonic possession
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Jason still liked churches. He told himself it was the architecture, Gotham Cathedral had no shortage of vaulted ceilings, gargoyles, and huge stained glass windows. Its roof was one of the best places to watch the city—high up, plenty of corners and crevices to hide in, no guards making rounds or rogues ready to attack. The bells echoed against the city's metal and glass, the strong notes sounding solemn or joyful, but always reliable.
On pain of death or torture, he wouldn't tell anyone that he liked the quiet most of all. Silence in Gotham often meant something was about to go violently wrong. It was an empty feeling, the second between fire sucking in oxygen and the shockwave exploding. But here, the quiet air was full and warm, something almost hummed just outside his hearing. Even sitting on the roof in the cold air, he could still feel the warmth.
He didn't dare go inside though. He had a thousand reasons not to, namely that he didn't feel like getting another lecture. Bruce was self-righteous enough to last Jason a lifetime. He didn't want to sit under the judgement of the person sitting in the pew beside him. He didn't want to talk about what he believed in or what he didn't.
All Jason wanted was to sit in the quiet and warmth. He could do that from the roof.
On an especially cold night, he sat leaning against a gargoyle, watching the light from the stained glass reflect off the gently falling snow—red, blue, gold, green, and a hundred others swirling in the wind below him. Then the quiet shattered.
"Don't move! It's gonna be okay."
He recognized that voice, its clarity and ability to be kind and commanding all at once. You didn't operate in Gotham very often; your particular brand of justice took you all over the world, but when you did, it meant something had gone very very wrong. Jason smiled to himself anyway.
You didn't keep a secret identity like he did—there was no point when all the bad guys were after your soul—but Bruce had taken to calling you Harbinger and the name stuck. He still preferred your real one though.
Then Jason heard a guttural string of sounds that fell through the air like curses. You spat the demonic language back and Jason caught a flash of golden light somewhere in the Cathedral’s cemetery. Quickly, he shot his grappling gun and swung down, landing in the snow with a soft crunch. Keeping his head down and hood up, shielded by the Cathedral’s shadow, he tracked the familiar sounds of a fight and the eerie echoes of magic.
"No, you'll get out of her right now or so help me God, I will exorcize your head right up your ass."
Jason peeked around a statue and saw you under a cluster of Yew trees, magic sparking from your hands as the golden lines pinned a young woman to one of the trees. A little boy was crouched behind a headstone nearby. Even at a distance, Jason could see how the woman's eyes had turned black. She writhed and snarled at you.
Demonic possession. Your version of stopping a mugger.
You looked a little worse for wear. He saw burn marks in your coat, cuts and scrapes that hadn't yet healed, and something dark and slick had splattered across you—something that was not mud. Even still, he couldn't help the warm buzz he felt every time he saw you.
He wanted to jump in and help, but he knew he wasn't much use while a demon still had its hold on someone. And he'd learned not to distract you while you worked magic.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."
You strode forward and pressed a hand against the woman's sternum and the other against her forehead. The weave of magic kept the woman's arms and legs pinned back even as she struggled. You were speaking Latin now and the demon screamed curses in its bitter language. Smoke rose from the points where you touched it.
A shockwave erupted outwards and a thick black liquid, like crude oil, gushed out of the woman's mouth, eyes, and ears, staining the snow. Instead of flowing away, it pulled itself inward, forming a humanoid creature taller than Jason. Looking at it, he felt a deep instinct to run.
The little boy screamed and the demon turned its head. Jason bolted forward. He scooped up the little boy, drew his gun and fired all in the same motion. The demon screeched, more surprised than hurt, and staggered backward. You were there to catch it, your magic tangling itself around the demon. With one final shouted spell, your hands moved as if pulling something apart. The demon shattered into fiery pieces, dissolving into the snow.
Quiet returned to the graveyard. You helped the woman to stand, then turned to Jason.
"I need to get her to a hospital," you said, a phone appearing in your hand with a flick of your wrist and a flash of golden light.
He nodded and set the little boy down. "I'll wait for you on the roof."
A tired smile flickered over your face as you reached out, took his free hand, and squeezed gently. "Thank you," you said softly.
Over an hour later, he heard the whoosh of sudden magic, saw a flash of gold in the dark, and then you appeared across from him on the Cathedral's roof. He smiled and slid off his helmet as he strode towards you.
"Can I assume that won't be the last one?" he said.
You shrugged, pulling your coat tighter around you. "Like rats, aren't they? Where there's one, there's ten more. Best to warn your people."
He stopped a few steps shy of you. If you were surprised to see him, it didn't show.
"How long are you here?" he asked. Longer than last time, he thought, please say longer than last time.
You looked up and over his shoulder, staring at the steeple. "A couple days maybe. Depends on how long it takes to find the nest."
Damn.
"Want some help?"
Now you squinted at him, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "I appreciate it, but it's a little outside your wheelhouse, Red."
He shook his head. "That's what you always say. It's my neighborhood, you know."
"I know. But if I make any more noise, The Bat will stick his nose in it and slow things down." You spread your arms out, twirling your hands like a performer, as sparks danced between your fingers. "No magic in Gotham, remember?"
Jason watched you carefully, paying closer attention to your injuries and noting the weight pulling at your posture, the slight tremor. "At least let me give you a place to crash. You look dead on your feet."
You smiled again, still faint as you looked away from him and dropped your hands. The lights went out. "I'm not so safe to be around at the moment."
"You never are."
You looked him up and down, considering, weighing your options. "Does this offer include take out? I took a little detour through Hell, you see. Hard to get a decent meal down there."
Jason let his smile spread wide and easy as he offered you his hand. "Sweetheart, you got yourself an in-house chef."
Shaking your head, with a scoff that sounded like a laugh, you took his hand. As always, your skin hummed with the magic that coursed through you and, as always, it sent a shiver up his spine.
"Still flirting with death, I see," you said.
He tugged you forward gently, then wrapped an arm around you and lifted his grappling gun from its holster. "Well, you're awful pretty."
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you draped your arm across his shoulders, pulling the two of you even closer--the only trouble was you smelled of death too, blood and brimstone. But you were warm and radiant and never judged him and he wanted to be those things for you in return, if you'd let him.
There was something there in the space between you, humming like the air around the Cathedral, something magic. But it might break if he spoke it out loud, so he settled for holding you tighter. He didn't flinch from the steady glow of your eyes, inches away from his.
"Charmer," you said, the edge of a genuine smile in the corner of your mouth.
"You said it, not me."
Sparks erupted inside him when you nearly laughed. Then he fired the grappling gun and you both clung tight to each other as you rushed into the air.
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windmaedchen-aa · 1 year
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The original crossover post between Ace Attorney and The Emperor's New Groove was well received, so I had made this little addition. But since I only reblogged my own long post to add this, I think it got lost a little. I know it's been ages, but still, I feel like sharing it again in its own glorious post. <3
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hirazuki · 1 year
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Ainur x doors = ❌
Okay, I know that the Angband gang and water typically don't mix because of Ulmo, but I really wanted to draw Eonwe as a drenched birb Osse was with them for a time, so, personally, for the sake of humor, I don't think it's that much of a stretch to consider there may be isolated corrupted pools of water under the fortress where Melkor once tried his hand at creating sea monsters :D
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soupy-sez · 1 year
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Down In It [X]
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