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creachureweachure · 2 months

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feeling very yuguoh right nowe

#yugioh #yugi mutou #yami yugi #ygo dm #yusaku fujiki #yugioh vrains #my art #i was procrastinating #also yugioh vrains watch is going good. love that show about gay artificial intelligence

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takethebodymarc · 1 month

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here have gay sex qroier flag🤲

#i was procrastinating #im doing bad academically but its okay look at silly gif #qsmp #roier #gif #just look up flag waver on gugul

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oldfangirl81 · 7 months

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In the times before WiFi and reading fic on phones printing it out was the only way to read it away from the computer. Especially during dial up days when someone needed the phone. I was looking at the binders of fics I have from around '99-'06. Penny to show how tiny the font was so I could print out epic length fics.

This one was a completed fic called By The Sword's Edge by Diana Bloomfield and Joanne Spizzimi. It was an AU DS9 fic for Julian Bashir/Elim Garak.

#i was procrastinating #and #nostalgic #ds9 #garak x bashir

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alicornze7 · 2 months

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oopsies-uhhhhh…

srry i vanished for like, 3 days

hav sum art as compensation:>

#i was lazy #tadc gangle #tadc jax #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus #line leaks illustrated #It's not like I ran outta art to post but #i was procrastinating #and then forgor about it for the rest of the day:(#Tadc fanart

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whumpwillow · 5 months

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here have a thing

warnings: past torture, death mention, bugs mention (mosquitos), blood, associated misery

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They were, in theory, alone.

The group made their way through what they’d thought was a deserted mangrove. That was the primary reason they’d chosen it as the landing pad for their airship, as the sonar array hadn’t detected any other vessels in the area, nor were there any nearby settlements. They planned it this way so they could avoid coming into contact with any other people.

That was, until they came across the man stumbling through the forest, covered in blood. Leader drew the stun gun from his waist belt and pointed it at the man, who took no notice of them. Friend subtly positioned himself in front of Caretaker, but she could still see the gory images played out in front of her.

The man was alone, and wearing nothing but a tattered pair of work slacks. His chest and feet were bare, save for the grievous wounds that marred them. His body bent forward at the waist, head hanging low, and his muscles contorted with each strangled breath. He’d put his forearm to a tree next to him and seemed to be trying to regain balance or stability or energy or something—Caretaker couldn’t tell. She didn’t know how he was even alive right now.

His head was downturned and his hair, wet and sticky with blood, was so plastered to his skin that his face was indiscernible. Blood streamed down it, as well as from numerous other wounds on his body.

They were…not the sort of wounds one would get from being lost in the forest. They were too precise. Intentional.

“Stay back,” Leader said, in his usual stern but smooth baritone.

The injured man flinched, having registered the sound, but all it did was quicken his breathing. Leader took a step toward him.

Caretaker couldn’t stop staring. Eyes wide, she observed every gash, every burn, every bruise. The wounds were fresh and weeping, but it had to have been a few days at least that the man had been wandering through the forest. He was covered in mud that mixed with the crimson that dripped from his wounds, likely having infected them already. Little red dots scattered across his skin showed that he’d been food for the mosquitos, and small scratches on his arms and legs looked more like the injuries gotten from foliage rather than…direct intent.

How he got the other wounds…Caretaker didn’t want to think too hard about it.

“Who are you?” Leader asked.

The injured man didn’t respond. His arms and legs shook something fierce, and had been the entire time. Whether it was from exhaustion or fear, Caretaker didn’t know.

“Looks like he got pretty fucked up,” Friend chimed in. “He one of ours?”

Leader grumbled something under his breath. “Blackdoor would do that.”

Caretaker pushed herself out from behind Friend and moved quickly up to where Leader was standing. She put a hand on his arm and looked him in the eyes.

“Come on,” she said. “Put the gun down. He’s clearly hurt.”

Leader eyed her stonily. His gaze flicked from Caretaker’s face to the nearly doubled-over body of the injured man and back, though the hand holding the gun never wavered or shook.

“It could be a trap,” he said.

Caretaker put a hand on her hip and used the other to gesture to the mysterious man. “Does it fucking look like one?”

Leader didn’t respond, except to reach to her as she moved forward to go to the injured man. He lifted his head minutely, but with the blood and his hair plastered to his face, she couldn’t make out what he looked like. But she knew he was watching her.

“Hey,” she said. “Do you need help?”

She raised a hand to touch him but he flinched back, stumbling over a root and falling to the ground. Leader shouted and darted forward, and Caretaker felt herself being pulled away from the spot before she could even blink.

She fumbled with the roots and leaves for a bit, but Friend came up behind her and put his arms on her shoulders to steady her. Leader had one foot on the injured man’s chest and was pointing the stun gun directly at his face.

“What are you doing here, Whumpee?” he shouted.

Whumpee. the assassin.

Caretaker shivered. She’d only encountered him once, but she’d been through enough danger at the hands of Blackdoor to know they didn’t mess around and they didn’t hold back.

Whumpee held up his hands over his face. “Pl-please, please, please—you can’t—I’m not—please—I’m—,” he begged, words coming out in short gasps.

His hands shook as he tried to protect himself from whatever he thought was coming. Caretaker could still barely see his face through the blood. Leader didn’t relent, trying to question him on his intentions, but they all already knew what his objective was.

To kill Caretaker.

She stepped up beside him, ignoring Leader’s protests. “What happened to you?”

Whumpee didn’t respond. The begging seemed to take precedence and Caretaker turned to look at Leader, wondering if she had enough persuasion skills to get him to put the gun away.

“You’re hurting him,” she said.

“He was sent to kill you,” Leader said. His eyes blazed with something dark and obsessive. “He fucking killed my brother.”

Caretaker knew Leader had been consumed with revenge ever since the attack that had killed his brother, orchestrated by none other than Blackdoor’s very own assassin. She’d seen the way he stared out the window of the airship as they moved through the sky, the light in his eyes giving way to something else entirely as he talked about how he’d get his revenge. But this wasn’t the way.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve the building tension. “Yes, I know. I was there. I saw him die on that operating table too,” she began. “But we can’t kill Whumpee here. We can get vital information from him about Blackdoor.”

Friend drew up behind Caretaker and peered around her shoulder to look up at Leader. “And about Team Member! I need to know what he did with Team Member!”

Whumpee groaned, writhing in the mud under Leader’s boot still placed on his sternum. Caretaker glanced down at him and then back at Leader, not wanting to think about how much it must have hurt those bruises staining every inch of skin she could see that wasn’t already covered in mud and blood. Deep purples, blues, greens, and browns made him look more like a piece of abstract art rather than a person.

“…scaped…” Whumpee murmured, almost inaudibly.

Friend crouched down. “What’d you say?”

Whumpee turned his head weakly in Friend’s direction. “He escaped…she let him go…when she caught me.”

He panted heavily, drawing in breaths with great effort. It seemed speaking even this little bit had exhausted him.

Caretaker gave Leader a look that she hoped conveyed to him that he should at least take his foot off the assassin’s chest. Leader understood and acquiesced, stepping back. He didn’t holster the stun gun.

Whumpee took in a deep breath once Leader’s weight was off him, but then immediately whinged in pain. His face crumbled like paper. Friend twisted his mouth to the side, a look of displeased understanding on his face.

“His ribs are probably broken. Sucks to take in a breath when it feels like you’re getting stabbed,” he noted.

Caretaker crouched down next to him. “Who caught you? Did the Eighth Chasm do this?”

The Eighth Chasm leader had a temper to match her fiery red hair. Caretaker would never have expected her to do something like this, but she also had never actually met the woman, so she supposed she couldn’t make such snap judgments. Leader had been the one to feed the information to her, and as much as he liked to think of himself as rational and stoic, he often let his emotions color his perception of things.

Whumpee shook his head, creating a sloshing noise of his hair going back and forth in the mud. “Montrose family,” was all he said before letting the silence hang in the air between the four of them.

Caretaker looked up at Leader, wondering if this was someone new he would tell her about, but his face displayed as much confusion as hers likely did. Leader’s eyebrows knitted together in concentration, but he finally shook his head.

“Is that part of Blackdoor?” Friend asked.

“Why would Blackdoor do this to their own operative?” Caretaker responded to Friend’s question with another question. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

Whumpee heaved another strained breath. His eyelids fluttered, closed, and then opened again after a long pause.

“They didn’t like Blackdoor operating out of New York City…said it was their territory,” Whumpee said. His bottom lip trembled, but he didn’t seem to realize. His eyes glazed over for a moment before he spoke again.

“They sent one of their operatives to kill me and Septimus…hah, and all this,” he gestured at his battered body. “This was just for fun.”

#whump #whump writing #my writing #drops a writing piece randomly in the middle of nanowrimo #i was procrastinating #dont expect anything more lmao #assassin whump #assassin whumpee

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mr-akweirdopg · 2 months

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Haven't posted art for a while so here's art of my new OC, it will take me some while til I do some fan art I was planning to make

#this design took me ages to finish #a year and a half to be exact #i was procrastinating #i couldn't function till i would finish this #i couldn't focus on other drawings #artists on tumblr #art #drawing #my art #digital art #oc #original character

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yibeimolihuacha · 4 months

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Slavic-folklore-inspired Zoyalai AU Prompt

AU in which Nikolai is a prince who returns home to find that his family had fallen ill with some strange disease and died, and now he is the one who should become the king, but his officials and people are not happy to give their country into the hands of a man who spent most of his life in faraway lands. So his traveling buddies and wise advisors Tolya and Tamar suggest asking for the hand of one of the noble maidens - Alina, who is also known as The Bright for her kindness and good nature, and therefore, if Nikolai marries her, then the people will accept him better. Nikolai agrees and rides out to pick up his bride. However, the lands of Alina’s father are the farthest in the kingdom, and therefore the path before him lies long and difficult.

Nikolai is a prince who can't become the king until he marries the right bride.

Alina is a noble maiden.

The Darkling - Koschey, an ancient immortal sorcerer who lives in the Underworld. Because of Baba Yaga's ancient curse, he cannot set foot on the surface until he has the one the sun loves most (Alina). He already has two brides - The Beautiful and The Wise, and now he is trying to get the third, the most important one - The Bright.

Genya (The Beautiful) is The Darkling’s first bride, she is a witch famous for her unearthly beauty. He kidnapped her when she was a child, and since then she serves him and keeps an eye on what happens in the real world for him. To get Alina, The Darkling tells Genya to gain her trust and lure her into his kingdom.

Zoya (The Wise) is his second bride, she is also a witch, but despite her name she is not famous for her wisdom, but rather for her bad temper. The Darkling named her The Wise because she came to his kingdom by her own will and wished to become his bride (of course she had her reasons), and he thought her desire for power and strength was the best manifestation of wisdom. Zoya lives in The Dark Forest, in the old hut of Baba Yaga, whom Koschey locked for her curse in the Underworld. While Genya is trying to lure Alina into the underworld, he sends Zoya to take care of Nikolai and lead the prince astray.

Both Genya and Zoya wear The Darkling's shackles - Genya has a bone necklace, Zoya has bone bracelets, he also has a bone crown waiting for Alina. The Darkling's shackles maintain the connection between him and his brides and prevent them from disobeying him, and also enhance their natural witch powers. Genya and Zoya apart from Baba Yaga are the strongest witches in the kingdom.

Bagra is Baba Yaga duh.

Mal is an archer in the service of Alina’s father, he is in love with Alina, just as she is with him.

Kaz is The Crow, a criminal who can shapeshift into a crow, he helps Nikolai once on his quest for a pay.

Maybe all of the crows could be some kind of shapeshifters, Mathias could be a wolf, Inej could be a black cat etc

here are some of Bilibin's and Vasnecov's artworks for the VIBES

#i was procrastinating #shadow and bone #shadow and bone prompt #grishaverse #grishaverse prompt #zoyalai #zoyalai au #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #the darkling #zoyalai prompt #I am sorry

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xxxonetuffpuffxxx · 6 months

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Life Lessons with Illumi Onii-chan

#shitpost #Illumi #illumi zoldyck #killua zoldyck #hxh #this is so low effort im sorry #i was procrastinating #life lessons with uramichi oniisan

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positivelyghostlycomic · 1 year

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Happy Tuesday people!! 👻😴

Oliver just can't seem to find motivation today. But don't worry, he's got some new friends to keep him company! Meet Procrasti-Nate and his associates, Dilly and Dally. They may not be the most productive bunch, but they sure know how to have a good time. 😜

Sometimes procrastination hits us out of nowhere, but maybe that's okay. It could be a sign that we need to take a break and slow down. So let's embrace our inner Procrasti-Nate and enjoy a little downtime today!

Check back tomorrow for more ghostly adventures! 👻❤️ And thank you to all of you Positively Ghostly fans for your support and love! You make my day spook-tacular. 😉

Oh and please share this post with any fellow procrastinators!! 🤣😅