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the-night-gods-moon · 7 months
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svsss memes made in my photos app four: electric booghalourgh
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segycacao · 7 months
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A battle with artblock
@dovewingkinnie , don't mind me letting your characters join my force to defeat this wicked foe
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WELL.
evil weegee.
idea where luigi becomes evil one way or another (i’m into the idea of it being a wish-turned-curse-situation) and mario and bowser have to team up to figure out wtf happened and to stop luigi from causing mass destruction.
bowuigi bonus: relationship is pre-established meaning luigi is ruling koopa kingdom alongside bowser. perhaps luigi is self-conscious and feels like he isn’t seen as a leader, leading luigi to make a well-intentioned wish to be taken more seriously. the wish is warped and turns into a curse, turning him into a wicked ruler that takes over koopa kingdom, and his subordinates follow him out of fear rather than respect, when deep down respect is really all he wanted. it starts internally by luigi kinda turning against bowser (confusing the hell out of the poor guy) and just gets worse from there. bowser’s dismayed because both his husband and his kingdom have been yoinked away from him, so he begrudgingly has to team up with mario and peach and whoever else to get everything back.🤠
i kinda wanna write a whole fic now but i honestly am not as well-versed in mario lore as i used to be and haven’t played any of the games in years 😭😭 but ngl drawing evil luigi was fun. low key been in love with luigi since i was 8 years old so it was quite cathartic for me
EDIT: guys i know Mr L exists 😩 i knew of him when i drew this but not exactly who he was/what he did. but i still wanna try to make my own thing here/try to differentiate them LOL. there can be multiple flavors of evil right
flats under the cut because i’m not entirely happy with how the lighting turned out 😩
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secondary-colorentimy · 2 months
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“you made up a dia de los muertos twst event in your head based around your own oc? can you elaborate???”
in theory……..perchance… 🤨 yes but no but yes
(vil is the only really detailed one cause id be a big fat liar if i said i havent been DYING to draw him in something like this for a LOOOONG time now 🙏)
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ohgaylor · 1 year
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LOVER (redesign) — inspired by Walking Like We Do (2020) by The Big Moon (front / back)
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tea-tuesday · 3 months
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1/18/2024
first post of the new year! i'm finally back on campus for my last semester of law school :')) i have a really chill schedule (only 3 days of classes) so i'm going to try something crazy during my first long weekend and get all the readings done for two classes ahead of time !! crazy and ambitious? yes.. but will i try? YES!
also, i added a new hobonichi to my repertoire -- a 5-year techo! i'm hoping to stick with it for the next 5 years and in 2028, i can look back at how much things have changed since 2024! so far, my entries are really boring (apparently all i do is get coffee and do readings) but i feel like i'll look back on this time fondly.
hope everyone has a strong start to their spring semester!
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art--harridan · 6 months
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[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Saw. It shows Adam Faulkner-Stanheight and Lawrence Gordon's hands reaching towards one another, styled after the painting The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo. Adam is in Adam's position, and Lawrence is in God's. Both of the hands are bloodied. A bunch of items surround, each with a red circle around them, and a note written next to that in the same colour. Each item has some blood on it. At the top, there's a short cigarette and a pistol, with the words "the omens". There's also a tape recorder that says "the beginning and the end". Below the hands, there's a very bloody saw next to a length of chains. The chains state "the ties that bind;" while the saw continues "the ones that don't". Near them, there's Lawrence's severed foot, with the note "the leftovers". Adam's hand also has this note, but capitalised. There's a trail of blood between their hands which is noted as "the promise". Lawrence's hand has the continued note "broken". The background for the piece is dark blue, with a faded picture of the bathroom.]
Inktober - Day 21 (Chains)
Film - Saw (James Wan, 2004)
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It’s long past sundown when you and Tetsurou return to his apartment. Your legs are aching; the shoes you wear are one of your most comfortable pairs, but there’s little that shoe choice can do when you’re on your feet for the whole day.
A pair of hands comes to your shoulders to help you out of the coat you’re wearing, and you help them along happily, grateful for the assist. The moment your arms are freed you let out an exaggerated sigh, heels clicking on the hardwood as you dart for the couch and then throw yourself onto it. From the door, where he’s shrugging off his own coat, your boyfriend snickers.
“Take off your shoes at least, you heathen.”
Lifting your head just enough to see him over the arm of the couch, you pout and lift a foot. “You try taking these things off. Do you see how many straps there are?”
He bends to undo his own dress shoes. “Why did you wear them, then?”
“They’re comfortable.” You let your head fall back again, into the pile of pillows covered in black cat hair and smelling wonderfully of Tetsurou. Your eyes flutter closed as you sigh. “And they look nice. The straps are for show.”
Just as your leg is beginning to get tired and you’re about to let it fall back to the couch, a big hand catches the ankle. You startle a little, eyes flying open again to find that Tetsurou has approached the couch. His grip wraps around your ankle as he lifts your leg up a little further, his other hand coming up to begin dealing with the many straps you’d just complained about.
“What are you doing?” There’s laughter in your voice, a little breathy—in the barely lit apartment he strikes a handsome silhouette standing above you like this, tall and broad-shouldered, with the removal of his suit jacket revealing a crisp white button-up that fits him well. His hand is warm even through the stockings you’re wearing.
“You asked me to take them off,” he responds easily.
Long, lithe fingers deftly undo each one. The shoe loosens upon your foot until Tetsurou can remove it entirely, grey eyes staring down at where you lay propped up on your elbows. He sets it down carefully on the arm of the couch, but keeps his grip on your foot steadfast.
“I was being rhetorical.”
“Just let me spoil you.” His thumb is rubbing circles into your ankle as he grins down at you.
“By taking off my heels?”
“Mm-hmm.” He bends down, quick as a flash, to peck at your stocking-clad leg, lips pressing there-and-gone against your shin just above your ankle. And then he eases your leg down, just slightly, before guiding it and the rest of your body to turn as he steps around the couch to face you. “I’m being a gentleman.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
Pausing in his movement, he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like it?”
“Never said that.” You rush to sit up and he lets go of your foot to let you.
Moments later, however, he surprises you by sinking to his knees. The motion makes you gasp under your breath; a noise you’re not entirely sure he hears, not when he’s busying himself with your remaining shoe.
You can feel the heat of him now, with how close you are. On instinct you reach out to lace your fingers in his messy hair, and he lets out a quiet, content little noise in acknowledgement, almost subconsciously pressing back into your touch.
The second heel is off faster. He places it next to its twin, rising up and reaching out with that huge wingspan, though his hand still doesn’t leave your newly bare foot. It pinches at the hosiery covering your skin, pulling the mesh fabric off just enough for you to feel it. You expect him to get up; join you on the couch, or perhaps lead you back to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Instead, he shuffles up closer—still on the floor, hand still at your ankle—and bends down to press a kiss just above your knee, right beneath the hem of your dress, and then lays his head in your lap.
He sighs a little. You feel his hand tracing up your leg until his fingers catch the crook of your knee, thumb coming around to rub at the other side through your stocking.
“‘M so tired,” he all but groans into the fabric of your dress, and you give a quiet laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious, we saw too many people today. If I have to interact with another person in the next forty-eight hours I might have a breakdown.”
“And whose fault is that, hm? Whose friends were they?”
At your teasing voice, he lifts his gaze to pout up at you through his lashes.
You laugh again, reaching down and pressing your palms to his cheeks, tilting his head further up towards you so that you can lean down and peck his nose.
“Does your social interaction ban include me?”
That pout deepens. He pulls away from your hold to bury his face in your lap again, hand trailing up your thigh and then over to wrap his arm around your legs so securely you can barely move them. When it speaks, the words are one again muffled by the fabric of your dress, and they make warmth bloom in your chest.
“Absolutely not. If I couldn’t be around you I think I’d die. You restore me.”
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nxtlevelgrl · 2 years
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big ballin’˚✧₊⁎
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koipalm · 10 months
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cyno my love
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mothcpu · 2 years
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soon
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beforethepoison · 5 months
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bruce dickinson
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pie-bean · 1 year
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Ruby?
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...are you tired, Ruby?
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bylertruther · 1 year
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kind of crazy how mike said in a moment of vulnerability and weakness that he wants to be needed and to be of use and good at something, and then a large chunk of the fandom just decided to validate all of his worst thoughts & fears and suddenly reduce him to a weak, incapable, mindless, unloved wastoid wimp that's everything his low self-esteem tells him he is and nothing like how the people in his life see him (or what the narrative itself has shown us since the very first episode). even crazier when the people that do that call themselves mike fans lol but i'm 😴😴😴
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ohgaylor · 9 months
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pt 1 of inspired covers series — based on @bybdolan’s own breathtaking album cover series (requests open!)
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pokimoko · 4 months
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Haustoria - Moon Knight Fic
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Written by pokimoko for @buttsnorkeler69420 (as part of @tiptapricot's #Moon Knight Mystery Swap)
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 14.6K
Fandom: Moon Knight (2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Relationships: Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly & Jake Lockley, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Layla El-Faouly, Steven Grant (Marvel), original villain, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley
Tags: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post-Season/Series 01, Layla El-Faouly-centric, Horror, Body Horror, Bugs & Insects, Undead, Colonialism, Extended Metaphors, (which are also fairly heavy-handed metaphors let's be honest), Canon-Typical Violence, Gore, Parasites, Protective Layla El-Faouly, Angst and Humor, Egypt, POV Layla El-Faouly, Moon Knight Mystery Swap 2023
Summary: Layla and Steven journey into the depths of an ancient and forgotten tomb in search of the lost dead, but within its halls, where flowers grow across the walls and bugs cover the ground, the dead might just find them.
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