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anestefi · 1 year

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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12AM late night danyal al ghul propaganda to consider (that is funny to me): this little brat being meaAN. nice twin danyal al ghul: great, fun, we love opposite twins. wonder where he's learning that kindness from, but it's a good dichotomy! but also mean danny fenton. this little shit can make an adult CRY. he is on par with Damian for most venomous barbs. he is a smarmy little motherfucker. he's nice to his people and HIS people only. everyone else can screw off for all he cares - he's gotta learn to care about other people. his canon sarcasm and wit goes from level 2 to level 10. he is a sarcastic, smarmy, witty little asshole and i could go on but the idea of danny fenton being a mean little menace to people is very very fun and amusing to me

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #because then it means *I* get to explore how he obtains specific traits from canon while also staying true to that 'mean' characterization #exploration of personality traits and how they can be conveyed in different ways #how does this little jerk (affectionate) become similar enough to his canon self to the point where he's still recognizable but not a copy #also morally grey danny fenton whose actually like. on the darker side of morally grey and isnt just #'lightly grey shaded but only to the “bad” people'#because again see above ^^ exploration of personality traits and how he obtains specific canon traits and how they manifest differently #danny fenton with the orange-blue morality #and he never really STOPS being mean to people either he just mellows out. but he will swing at a hornet's nest with a metal bat #him and damian being remarkably similar but still individual to themselves #asshole with a heart of gold danny is what im saying #this isnt a super serious take im just having fun #if someone comes at him. like if you bare your teeth at him he's going for the throat immediately #'they go low i go lowER' also consider: mean danyal al ghul being a menace to vlad masters #late night starry posts that they think are funny #creating multifaceted characters comes with realizing that you need to treat your characters like people and realize that they will react #differently to situations depending on what it is and who they’re with/who its about #the ‘jokester kinda annoying’ character is never going to be joking and annoying all the time. what happens if someone they love gets hurt?#or they’re put in a situation where they realize they need to be serious? what makes them cry? what makes them angry?#what is a character like beyond the little trope label they’ve been shoved behind?#thats just an example but its one that helped me quickly understand characterization better

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armed-with-a-waffle-iron · 6 months

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Canonically, Stephanie Brown listens to Metallica. Can you imagine Steph turning Damian into a fellow metalhead?

Up to no good as per usual.

Let's hope Dick has got earplugs in his utility belt.

Let the Bats be weird pls.

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blahlahblash · 9 months

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Colored doodles

Possible image for possible comic. 🤔

Drawing hedgehogs is too fun.

#If you couldn't tell #Espio is my favorite #I want a drawing tablet so bad.#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #amy rose #metal sonic #dr. eggman #Rouge the bat #knuckles the echidna #reference #Doodles #art dump #background practice #bright colors #Slight sonadow #knuxouge

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enthusiastic-nimrod · 4 months

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I feel like drawing some fanart...

TAILS SWEEP! Congratulations lil' buddy, you flew right over the competition!

As the winner of the poll, Tails gets this cute sketch, and his own special piece! My goal is to post it by the end of the week, so keep an eye out!

#sth #poll #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #cream the rabbit #cheese the chao #Metal Sonic #trip the sungazer #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #shadow the hedgehog #Kinda feel bad for not specifying V or E when they're in the image #Oh you expect me to learn how to draw them??? You sadistic f #but alsoooo #I dunno specify if you're asking for them

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alucardsathomewife · 3 months

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Seras = Charlie

Integra = Vaggie

#the background is 10× harder than the actual art #this was suggested to me in the comments in the Alestor Alucard art #drawing the whole cast would be heck but if this gets a lot of enjoyment #i can do it #these have brought so much joy i hope nothing bad happens #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #sir integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #sir integra #seras victoria #seras hellsing #ik its traced over the art adding another fandom but its 3 am making this and i cant help but feel anxious that tumblr has a metal bat #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie

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pop-idle-ultimate · 1 year

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different levels of baddie

and uhh.. i forgot omega in the moment, somehow, despite liking him a lot.

#my bad #but don't be mistaken #he is a baddie #sonic fanart #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog fanart #rouge the bat #rouge the bat fanart #eggman #eggman fanart #sonic boom #boom eggman #metal sonic #metal sonic fanart #fanart

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opmedits · 2 years

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New home

One Punch Man Cover 172

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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everything i loved and feared (first 1k)

hello scarianblr beloveds this is the unedited very beginning of my completed scarian fic that im posting for the hell of it. fic is 7k rn but that will likely expand after the final draft rewrite<3 so this is just a funky little teaser thats gonna be rewritten anyway, hence why i dont mind sharing.

CWs for: blood, graphic injury, implied character death. Enjoy :]

Grian’s eyes are red now.

It’s an odd color on him– not because it doesn’t suit him, but because it suits him far too well. Like a glove, Scar thinks past the hazy, heady fog settling over his mind. Red like his tattered sweater– like the blood that beads between Scar's neck and shoulder, clouding the water he kneels in. Red like life.

Red like love.

That’s the fog settling thick over his senses. Love, the amalgamation of it, something so beautiful and terrible that anyone else wouldn’t– shouldn’t– look at it head-on. But inside Scar’s chest is a warm purr; he has rolled the die, shown his hand, and now Grian stands over him, vibrating red, red, red. He’s gorgeous like this, all righteous, trembling fury. Scar wants to pull him close and kiss him until they’re both dead.

“You can kill me” he says, and his voice shakes with the cost of this victory. “Grian. You can kill me.”

Above him, an avenging angel falters. Grian’s sword, so swift with its raging swing, lowers by a noticeable fraction. “What? No.”

“For everything you did to me,” Scar says, breathless, “to keep me alive this long– you may slay me, and take the enchanter.” He lowers his head, until his forehead brushes against cool, rippling water. It feels like benediction. It feels like a curse.

Grian will win. It is both the least and most Scar can do for him.

When Grian speaks, his voice is small. “No– no, I can’t. I literally can’t. Scar–”

“Do it,” Scar insists, that eager haze billowing through his veins, unfolding to rest with steady pressure against his bowed spine. Distantly, he wonders why nothing is singing. There should be war horns, trumpets, a blazing, crescendoing melody. Birds, at the very least.

Instead there is only miserable silence.

Grian sucks in an audible breath. “I’m not–” he starts, then breaks off; Scar lifts his head to watch him struggle, how his grip loosens on the hilt of his sword, how his eyes pinch around the edges. Grian flinches, presses his free hand to his head, eyes going middle-distant.

“The spectators want a fight,” he says at last, hollow.

And this is what he's waited for, this moment of realization; the other shoe dropped, the culmination of the game they've waltzed around. Scar smooths his voice, curling it around the two of them with gentle, insistent pressure. “It’s okay, G. You can kill me. You can be the winner.”

For one, long moment, Grian holds his stare, expression flayed open for only Scar to see. Raw and wild, his eyes gleam in the dawning sun– thin strands of hair curl around his ears, damp from their earlier struggle in the pond.

Slow, so slow it’s almost imperceptible, Grian shakes his head. Clenches his jaw. “Scar, they want blood.” Something in his face shifts– some beetled brow, a muscle jumping before smoothing out. He’s shaking: ripples blooming around him as he wavers on his feet, as if adrenaline has finally retracted its claws.

Scar’s shaking too. Even in this, they are together.

Scar opens his mouth– to push, to press, to snap him out of whatever spell holds him in suspension– but Grian beats him to it; his sword lifts from its helpless stance, glittering bright and blue in the sun. His mouth twists, tired affection curling the corners of his lips.

“Scar,” Grian says, “no matter what happens, we can claim this as a double victory. Right?”

The words are a cool caress against his fevered skin. Scar sinks into them, eyes drifting shut– because even now, with victory dancing through his veins, he can’t look Grian in the face when he kills him. “Yes,” he breathes, and braces for the blow, the cut of diamond against his carotid–

It never comes.

Instead, a rush of air as the sword comes down; the sharp, wet schlck of a blade entering flesh; a choked-off, gurgling yelp. Scar’s eyes fly open just as Grian falls to his knees with a splash, and–

And blood is tumbling from his gut in great scarlet waves where his sword is buried, slicking around his hands where he grips the hilt. Grian’s teeth are stained as he grins up at Scar, sharp and feral, eyes alight with more fire than Scar has seen in them since he knelt to die. “You win,” Grian hisses, and shudders, one hand flying out to sink into the silt of the pond they’re both kneeling in. Like a toppling tower, the rest of his body follows suit, falling sideways into bloody water.

The fog clouding his mind is ripped away in one fell swoop. Scar isn’t sure if he screams– all he knows is that one moment Grian is collapsing, and the next Scar is holding him, breath stuttering in his lungs.

“Grian– Grian, no, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, no, no– no, no, no, no. Grian.” His hands find the hilt of Grian’s sword, but make no move to pull it out– that would just kill him faster. It's like he's been punched– the bright, earnest rays of the sun have missed their mark, gilded the wrong death in stunning, flagrant gold. “What are you doing?” he chokes, like that will reverse everything.

Grian was supposed to win. Grian was supposed to be the winner.

“They never said what kind of blood,” Grian says, hazy. His lips wobble. “I can’t– I couldn’t, Scar. I couldn’t kill you.” When he coughs, blood bubbles on his lips. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not,” Scar whispers, fingers shifting to catch in the wet strands of Grian’s hair. “You did that on purpose– Grian, you were supposed to win.”

He’d done everything– cast the die, folded his cards, offered up his life, because Scar knows himself; he could never handle being alone. Not in that emptiness. Maybe it’s selfish, how he’d planned to let Grian take that fall instead– but Scar is selfish. And more than that, he’s in love: awful, truthful, scarlet love, with a man now dying in his arms.

“You weren’t supposed to die,” Scar wails, terror thick in his lungs, despair a weight around his ankle. He leans forward, brushing his forehead against Grian’s, until the trembling puffs of breath from Grian’s lips fan over his own. “Grian– how could you?”

When he pulls back again, Grian grins at him. The sun slips across his face, revealing the pale, faded remnants of freckles scattered over his cheeks. Scar has always wanted to count them. He’s never gotten close enough until now. “Guess I’m just not cut out to be a winner,” he murmurs, one hand lifting to rest, delicate as a butterfly, over Scar’s cheek.

He does not say I love you. He does not say anything at all. Instead he guides Scar’s head down, until their lips brush, the taste of copper flooding Scar’s tongue. Then his hand drops, breath hitching, head lolling back–

Scar wakes up choking on his own desperate scream.

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sonicchaos · 1 year

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#blaze the cat #amy rose #tails doll #sonic the hedgehog #metal sonic #scourge the hedgehog #jet the hawk #infinite the jackal #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #my art #traditional art #art dump #just kinda lazy sketches #also sorry about the shit photo quality I’m just bad at taking photos

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anestefi · 2 months

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vumigumi · 2 years

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my favorite opm character uhh josuke

#metal bat #one punch man #opm #metal bat opm #bad opm

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nenee-blog · 1 year

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Garou and Metal Bat

They are good friends. "If you need some fight club or a hot chat, call me. You can come Nagi's home and eat with us if you dare, hehehe. We also have video games." Garou.

Garou is Bad' senior. (Nagi is a oc from my Garou's doujin)

I have lot of fun with all of them XD Hope you like it♥

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oneirataxia-girl · 4 months

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okay people I need everyone to drop everything now and LOOK AT MY DARLING MARI OMG, Hadley @supermarine-silvally was kind enough to make me art of Mari and I Have Not Stopped fangirling over it since they sent it to me. this is my new roman empire now (as if I need another reason to go feral over Mari)

check under the cut for a surprise 🤭 minor spoilers for Wano, but it’s just one line tbh

"Bepo, don't touch that! It's not done yet!"

The polar bear hung his head as he drew his paw back from the half-finished cannon, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Penguin chastised, the penguin charm on his cap shaking in tandem with his head.

"Yeah!" Added Shachi, tossing a dirty look at Kenji, who raised his arms in surrender, "We're all on the same level here, so don't order us around like you're higher than us, Strawhat!"

"Aren’t you bossing us around right now?"

As the Strawhats -- mostly Franky and Chopper -- and the Hearts started to argue, a huff of laughter diverted the two crewmates’ attention to the last crew’s second-in-command. Killer had his arms crossed in front of his chest, mask covering his face as always; Kenji didn't make a complaint as the blond-haired man shoved through the throng of people and wrapped a muscular arm around his shoulder.

"Pretty sure Kenji knows his stuff better than you, Heart. So listen to him on this."

"Stop ordering us around!"

Chaos descended back on the Sunny as the crews, now three rather than two, shot insults and jabs at each other. Under the deck, the captains exchanged glances at the ruckus.

"Your crew’s done something again, Strawhat."

"Why me? It’s probably Jaggy's fault!"

The redhead threw a spoon at Luffy while spewing a stream of insults. Sighing, Law raised a hand to tug on his hat, only to remember that the top of his head was empty. Kid’s head was similarly void of his usual headgear, something Luffy didn’t hesitate to point out as soon as he stepped into the room.

"Jaggy! Your hair looks good without your goggles!"

Kid snapped his head in Luffy's direction. The blue hairband holding his hair back was distinctly not a part of the captain's wardrobe. Indeed, the accessory stood out among the reds and blacks that Kid favored like how Law's lack of his cap also drew Luffy's attention as soon as he saw the doctor.

"Did I miss something? Why are you not wearing your hat, Tra-guy?"

Behind him, Kid made a sound that was a mixture of a scoff and a snicker, "Yeah Doctor, where's your hat?"

With a glance at the hair accessory perched on the redhead, Law’s mouth twitched slightly, "You know perfectly well where it is."

Up on the deck, the Heart, Strawhat, and Kid pirates had each taken up a corner of the ship. Arguing about everything from whose captain was the strongest, to which crew had the greatest feats; Zoro looked ready to draw his swords and dice up the next human (or mink) who said Law was the best out of the three captains, and Kenji just seemed flattered that he managed to start such a debate.

That was, until Mari slid down from the crow's nest.

"Brook," she started, striding across the wooden floor with soundless steps, "It's your turn to keep watch, my shift's done."

The skeleton opened his mouth, but only the clack of his jawbone falling to the floor came out. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi had identical looks of shock on their faces; even Killer seemed surprised behind his mask.

Mari's forehead furrowed as she took in their expressions, "What?"

"Mari," Kenji said from his place next to the Kid Pirates’ second-in-command, "What's that on your head?"

Reaching up, Mari repeated her crewmate's question with a confused look, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she registered exactly what sat on her head, then her face returned to her usual expression of boredom.

"A cap."

"Just a cap?" asked Kenji, smile too wide for it to be normal. Mari’s eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't seem to be fazed by her as she answered simply:

"And some goggles."

Kenji nodded sagely, turning around to tap Killer on the shoulder, "Kill, don't you think my crewmate's new goggles look familiar?"

The blond man nodded back just as gravely, the gravity of his stance offset by a few gasps of laughter escaping him as he observed, "I've certainly seen it somewhere."

"Captain's cap?!"

"Are those Kid’s googles?!"

"Has anyone seen my jaw?!"

Numerous pairs of eyes turned around to look at Brook.

"Ah, here it is! Thank you, Robin."

Robin’s arm replied with a thumbs up.

"Ah-ah," said Kenji, bringing the attention back to the woman about to leave the deck, "where do you think you’re going, young lady?"

"I’m two years older than you."

"Barely two years older than me."

"Still counts."

"On paper maybe, but --"

"Why do you have Captain’s hat?!" Demanded Bepo, flanked by Penguin and Shachi, who were both glaring at Mari under the shades of their own hats, "You stole it, didn’t you!"

Removing her hand from the doorknob, Mari sighed softly and tugged at the spotted brim of the hat, "Your captain gave it to me."

"Did Kid also give you his goggles?" Came the question from Wire.

"He shoved them in my face and stomped off."

"Sounds like him," Heat muttered, getting a chorus of agreements from his crew.

The Heart Pirates, on the contrary, weren’t so easily convinced, "Why would our captain give anything to a Strawhat?"

Mari shrugged in response, tucking a hand behind her back as the other one started to open the door leading down into the interior of the Sunny, "He doesn’t explain things to me. And if that’s all, I’m going to finish my chores."

"I’ll come with," Sanji piped up, pushing his way through the throng to follow his crewmate, "it’s time to get started on dinner anyways."

The door swung shut behind the two.

Kenji held his hand out to Killer, who sighed and rummaged in his pockets for a wad of Berry, which he placed in the other man’s waiting palm. Brook, now with his jawbone, coughed awkwardly and moved to the crow’s nest to keep watch. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were still muttering and casting furtive glances at where Mari had left the deck. And for a moment, there was only the sound of waves lapping against the sides on the ship.

In the kitchen, Mari was silent as she chopped up the vegetables into small cubes; Sanji was the same while he grinded herbs and spices into a paste -- until he put down his pestle and asked:

"Is Kid wearing your hairband?"

Her knife suspended in midair, Mari glanced over at the blond, a small smirk growing on her face as she nodded.

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe @supermarine-silvally @fakedatings -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#ugh my writing has gotten so bad I am sorry to everyone that reads it #tho tbf this is the first full something I've written in a while #this takes place in an alt universe bc there is no feasible way this could work in the current version of aim for the sun #an au where Mari doesn’t have abandonment issues and is more assertive right off the bat #I see Franky and Chopper ready to throw hands (and hooves) when cool bro Kenji gets snapped at #even tho it still feels a bit ooc to me #Kenji and Killer know what's up with Midlaw and Midlaw hates them for it #that is the same for the main story #(they definitely coined the ship name Midlaw in-universe #bc the three of them are mid af #anyhow thank you sm again to Hadley for making both arts!!#i love them if you can’t tell yet aksjaksj #oc: marionette mari #oc: himura kenji #ship: midlaw #otp: the metal strings of death #with a hint of #ship: keller #no otp title for them yet #alvita's writing #fyeahonepieceocs

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mechadeimos · 6 months

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fanfic-frolic · 1 year

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I JUST realised this.

Metal Bat probably only took the job as a hero as a flexible side hustle to make money for him and his sister because all he knew how to do properly was fight (he was most likely a solo delinquent).

But he didn't expect to become a top hero which would explain his aversion to meetings and his prioritisation of his younger sisters accomplishments as he isn't a 'batman signal' hero everyone can count on 24/7 like Genos or the others.

He simply wants to make a liveable wage so that his younger sister can have a good life (I suspect he didn't have an adult figure in his life like this) and he can be there for her.

This revelation makes me love him all the more.

#one punch man #metal bat #bad #his name is bad?#bad boi #headcanon #simp #opm #men are cool sometimes #big brother

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