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mabledersteen · 1 year

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bits i found from my color pencil phase...

#art #color pencil #illustration #watercolor #my art #i can never remember whi h is the actual tag #these r from 2020 #some of them might be here but i cant findem!

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tianhai03 · 2 years

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pov dante teaches you what kabedon means

#h. yeah. yea #a friend suggested me to draw this awhile ago and i suddenly remembered it today so i figured... why not.............#dont really know if the perspective is correct but its ok i think we're all too distracted by smth else to focus on that #ANYWAY.............................#devil may cry #dante(dmc)#do u ever get embarrassed at smth u drew urself #yeah. i somehow feel more embarrassed at this than when i draw him half naked.#dont know why. cant explain why. brain hurt. dante hot #allyart

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wastefulreverie · 2 years

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“no one has brown eyes in amity park”

The DMV just outside of Amity Park was a small, red-bricked building with poor air conditioning and a waiting room full of broken chairs. Eva stood by the wall, stiff, waiting with her uncle for the results of her driver's permit test. After almost twenty minutes, the woman at the counter called her name and she followed her uncle with bated breath.

Oh God, what if she didn't pass? Then she would have to wait and take it again and she wouldn't be able to get her license when she turned sixteen and she'd be the last of the A-Listers to drive and—!

"You passed," the woman said. "You were one point from failing."

Her uncle clapped her on the back. "See, I told you it would be fine."

The woman at the counter began entering in more information into the computer, having her sign a few papers here and there. She paused on the question about organ donation—sending a pang through her heart. It hadn’t been more than three months since her mom passed. Died on the list for a new liver.

Her uncle’s eyes softened in understanding. “Eva, you don’t have to—”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Yes. I’ll do it.”

The rest of the questions were standard.

"Height?"

"Five-four."

"Weight?"

"One-hundred fifty."

"Eye color?"

"Brown."

The woman stopped typing and looked up from the screen. She met Eva’s gaze with her own light teal eyes.

"Pardon?"

"I have brown eyes?"

"What, so you wear colored contacts?"

"Uh, no. My natural eyes are brown. The most common eye color?"

The woman blinked a few times before turning back to the keyboard. She squinted at the screen, a little put off.

"How strange," she murmured. "Brown eyes."

Later, she left the DMV with a temporary paper driver's permit in her wallet. Her hair was frizzier than she'd like because of the heat and her pupils were constricted from the camera flash, almost lost to her caramel-colored irises.

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Her uncle needed his eyes dilated. She couldn’t remember what for, but she was more than eager to get more experience behind the wheel.

She found a chair near the corner of the waiting room and settled down with her phone.

One of the optometrists walked through the waiting room and stopped in front of her. His brow furrowed in confusion.

Had something gone wrong with the dilation? How did someone mess that up?

“Um,” he said, “I couldn’t help but notice your eyes.”

She raised a brow. “Aren’t you an eye doctor?”

“Yes. Well, I mean—” he stopped “—I noticed your eye color. It’s peculiar. Is it real?”

“You’re asking if my brown eyes are real?” she said slowly. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten a comment like that in Amity Park and it was starting to weird her out. No one in her old town had spared a second thought about her eyes. “Yeah. They’re real.”

He paled. “I’m sorry if that was a rude question. I just, I’ve been working here for almost two decades now. I don’t see many people with brown eyes.”

“How’s that? It’s the most common eye color.”

His lips formed a straight line. “Maybe outside. Amity Park is different, though. I had a patient eight—maybe nine—years ago. He moved here from Vermont. His eyes were brown too, the first time he came in for an appointment. I saw him a year after that, and his eyes had faded to hazel green.”

“And this was an adult?”

He nodded. “The strangest part was that he didn’t remember. Insisted his eyes had always been hazel green. Spooked out all of us.”

“I just moved here a few months ago,” she admitted, a little shaken. “That won’t happen to me, will it?”

The optometrist shrugged. “Stranger things have happened in Amity Park.”

His phone went off and he fumbled for it, swearing.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

He ran out of the waiting room, giving Eva far more than she would like to think about.

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On the morning of her sixteenth birthday, Eva’s uncle let her drive them both to the DMV. They got breakfast on the way there, sharing fast food breakfast sandwiches in the parking lot.

When it came to the actual driving test, she passed with flying colors. She adjusted her mirrors and her seat, buckled up, drove a circle around the DMV, checked her blind spot before she merged lanes, and showed the instructor she could parallel park.

When she went inside to officialize her license—her actual, full-fledged driver’s license!—the woman at the counter confirmed all her information. She’d gained an inch in the past half-year and she insisted she was still the same weight, even though she was a good five pounds heavier. Although, what confused her was her eye color.

She frowned at the “BRN” stamped on her permit.

“My eyes are green, though.”

The woman at the counter hummed. “Must be an error. I’ll change it.”

“Hm. Yeah,” Eva eyed her photo from her learner’s permit on the counter, bright green eyes and all, “don’t know how I didn’t notice it before.”

#Danny Phantom #look i don't remember the order of things when i got my license so it's probably wrong #had the idea the other day at work that rather bc b*tch h*rtman hating brown eyed people that its just supernatural stuff #amity park is a weird fucking town #my idea that i could have expanded on more is that people from the outside cant see ghosts but the longer you stay you CAN see ghosts #and as a result your eye color changes if you have brown eyes. sometimes to purple. or green or blue #and i know there are a few rare brown eyed characters in DP and I raise A) theyre newcomers or B) wearing colored contacts #thats it thats my headcanon enjoy this mess #outsider POV #fanfiction #Danny Phantom fanfiction #phicc #phic #wrwritings

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wannabe-kafka · 11 months

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accidentally triggered myself by reading my old diary entries lol

#turns out #i had suppressed a lotta shit i was going through #n tbh i cant rly remember those memories but now i do remember thet they haplened #styroblr #sh #hitting styro #self h@rm #self mutalition #baby cvts

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heavyshrimp · 1 year

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drawing witch princess for the first time

#this has been sitting in the folder for like a month #cant remember what i wanted to do here but well here you go #oug h i love ap witch's design its just 🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃#witch princess #hm animal parade #animal parade #tree of tranquility #hm tree of tranquility #harvest moon #story of seasons #bokujou monogatari #my art #edit: i have actually never played tot/ap and im gonna change that this year maybe

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heartandmusic · 1 year

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#found this on my phone from a while ago cant remember if i ever posted it??lol #mash #hawkeye pierce #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #mashblr #mashposting #alan alda

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animnightmare · 5 months

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dick-chugger · 3 months

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Thinking about the fact that Trapper has seen Klinger's lingerie...

#his klingerie if you will #mash #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #mashposting #max klinger #maxwell klinger #maxwell q. klinger #trapper mcintyre #trapper john mcintyre #also i cant remember what episode it was #but the one where trapper says something like ''[klingers lingerie] is beautiful. ...or so ive heard.''

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lynx-224 · 1 month

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if zutara has no haters i’m dead

#i am actually so sorry #i just don’t vibe w it #when i was lkke twelve i thiught zutara was the shit #but like #maybe it’s the fandom #idk #i just cant w them #like let kataang cook #i feel like ppl r gonna come at me for this #let’s all remember that opinions exist 🫶#if h ship zutara that’s fine w me tbh #just thought i’d share #anyway #atla #avatar the last airbender #anti zutara #katara #zuko #lynx talks

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desertthorn · 5 months

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Tattoos are the common man's investment in art." - Charles Emerson Winchester III

#mash #m*a*s*h #charles emerson winchester iii #i cant remember for sure but i believe thats the line #he may be pompous but this man has a depth that only poets can comprehend

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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oh god wait. so if the episodes are "days" to the puppets, and traditionally, new episodes air once per week... then are the puppets only ever awake for one day per week? if that, cause wouldn't episodes only be about an hour long, probs less? so they're awake for however long it takes to film one episode, and then they sleep until the next.

and if Wally doesn't sleep...

#h. hold on a second hold. i need a minute hold on-#is wally awake and alone in the dark for a week at a time #waiting for his next chance to see his friends. to see anyone at all other than Home #how does it feel to him when he goes an episode - maybe multiple without seeing certain neighbors #bc it was implied on the website that some episodes don't have every character interact with wally during his shenanigans #oh fuck and if the show Ended... and he continued on... how many years has he been in the empty dark with only creaks for company #sobs loudly i cant do this-#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #i really hope they get to be awake each 'day'#i put it in quotes bc wasnt it also implied that their days are vastly different from ours #but they probably arent. theyre probably sleeping for a full week at a time #clawing at the walls over this im so emotional #do you think wally like... goes to their houses to visit them while they sleep #hm now im remembering that barnaby and wally sleepover piece clown drew #and im seeing it in an Entirely new and Vastly More Sad light

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randaccidents · 15 days

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Lost Memory-Dream #00

One of many half-remembered dreams of memories that Heart has. This one might be his oldest memory ever.

(Hi! First Tangled Wisteria fic :3. Doing a small set of random memories half remembered in dreams. And a little hint to how Heart might see the world now, freshly amnesiatic.)

(ALSO this fic is unfortunately not reader tool friendly, because I'm trying to give the feeling of words being roughly scratched out of memory. I AM going to include a translated transcript in a reblog though, so look out for that if you're wondering what they are saying!)

(also I went crazy in my tags whoops)

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He is standing in a space of white and grey and black. Standing in the white and in the grey are two cut-out figures, the same color as the space they stood in, yet clearly separate from the background. He himself stood in the black.

["W██ ███ █ou ███?"] He furrowed his eyebrows. The voice is blotted out and fuzzed, he couldn't clearly make out what it was saying. He tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't. Hm. Something told him that it was simply not his turn to speak yet.

{"███ am I? I ███ld ███ y██ ███ █ame."} This voice was the same, static-filled and words missing his ears entirely. He knew it was not meant to be that way, but he didn't know what should fill the gap. He felt the figures turn towards him, and his mouth opened on instinct.

("Don't look at me? I don't know who either of you are!") He is confused. He could tell he is dreaming, but where is this? What is this? At least this dream-him has the same thoughts that he does.

{"I ██ow ███ I ██. I'm ██e ████."} The cut out of grey had moved, a hand on its presumed chin. He tilted his head, examining the cut-out and finding nothing he could use to identify it. Who was that?

["██gi███ly, ██ ██ ████ to ██████ es█████sh██ na████ con███ti██, ██ ██████ ████ ro███ ███ na███."] There's a deepness to the few letters that ungarble themselves from the white cut-outs words. It almost sounds.... familiar?

Familiar. Nothing about this dream has felt familiar, yet he knows it is a memory. Why is his memory made of static and cut-out figures? He can't find it in himself to worry too much about it, the roots of panic strangled at the source. There is a sweet scent in the air.

His mouth moves again. ("Roles as names you say? Well wouldn't that make you the ████, since you're so logical?") It was disconcerting, hearing his own voice briefly turn to static. There was something important there. What was it?

Words were being spoken at him. The sweet scent from earlier was building. He strained to listen. ["██ ██at ██? ████ you ████ ██ █he-"]

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He shot up in bed, mouth forming around a name quickly lost to pruned branches and faded flowers. Furrowing eyebrows under the blindfold that had been given to him, he tests out the shape of his mouth.

The letter H. He tests the letter on his tongue, finding it familiar. Still mouthing the letter, he brings hands up to brush through tangled wisteria vines and feathers alike, calming himself on the sweet scent of the flowers.

That was a memory of his name. He is certain of it. But what name starts with the letter H? And what he said in the dream, roles as names. None of it made sense to him. The bright cut-outs in his memory gave no hints either, pruned and cut out and distorted out of meaning.

What was his name? He squinted eyes he had learnt were sensitive to light down at his hands. Purple had named himself. And now a forgotten memory told him he was named by someone he could not remember.

["Purple? Are you awake? It's late morning already."] Jumping at the deep voice, Purple looked up, tossing a grin at the shadow in his doorway.

("I'm alright Blue, just thinking. Remembering? Dreaming. I'll be out in a second!") He stretches, standing up and missing Blue's reaction to his words. ("I had the weirdest dream last night.")

["Is that so. Care to share?"] Blue has a weird way of being curious. Purple is still getting used to it. He shrugs it off anyways, both Red and Blue were still just strangers with some familiar habits anyways. It's probably normal to be awkward.

("I dreamt that...") The words trail off into burnt ashes that fall from his mouth. His face scrunches up as he tries to remember the memory. Only one thing stands out to him, caught between his teeth. ("...I forgot. All I remember is the letter H.")

A cold, metallic hand gently rests itself on his shoulder, urging him forwards. ["Maybe it will return to you later. Come, breakfast is waiting."]

Perking up at the thought of breakfast, Purple nodded his head, following Blue's lead, the scent of wisterias trailing behind him as he forgot his dream in favor of breakfast. The letter H remains, lodged in the breath between his tongue and palate.