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thedeafprophet · 3 months

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i do. geniuenly love Jam being a lil chubby and generaly more rounded shapes in their design. im glad i did that. i should practice drawing such more

#not to get like too personal about it but it def coincided bit with my own health issues and just. makes me feel good to draw them that way #and also just Looks So Good #body diversity in drawin is somethin i wanna work on more in general and stuff i need to practice #it was def an Overtime thing as i drew them more #im just love them #and it makes me really happy any time someone says they like seeing jamie <3 #and i love seeing other folks incorporate it when they draw jam too #oc talk #oc: jamie

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mettywiththenotes · 2 years

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Izuku being really pent up and nervously fidgeting. Tomura just taps his arm to get his attention, then sits in front of him, making sure Izuku has access to all his hair

“Use that energy for something useful.”

Izuku laughs a little, already starting to braid “Useful, huh?”

“Do it as a surprise, for Eri.”

“I think she’ll be more upset that you didn’t ask her to do it instead.”

“Well, I heard she’s the best braider in UA. You gonna let her take that title?”

“Me? Against her? I don’t think that’s a fair competition, Shigaraki.”

“You’re right. Eri would win by a landslide.”

Izuku laughs and agrees as he channels all his attention and energy into Tomura’s hair. Having something to do with his hands helps him settle down

#im just love them #and i'm comfort posting #they are soft #they COULD be soft #just. helping each other in small unspoken ways #also eri is best hair braider in ua #she gets it from nejire :')#nejire and eri hair braider duo WHEN #bnha #shigaraki and midoriya #mettys posts

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darth-does-stuff · 2 years

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and when i gazed into their eyes (i found myself falling for the first time)

(Or: Three times Logan didn’t realize the others liked him, and the one time he did.)

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2. Roman

Roman threw his hands up in the air, signing over dramatically as he flopped back in his chair. “This is too boring, can’t we do something actually fun, Pocket Protector?”

“…You were the one that suggested we do work,” Logan said slowly, squinting at him.

“Well, yes, but I thought it would be filled with grandeur and marvelous ideas! Not schedules and, I don’t know, thinking.”

Logan rolled his eyes and set his own down, a small fond smile on his face. “What would you suggest then with these ‘marvelous ideas’ of yours?” he put quotation marks around the words, a deadpan expression on his face.

Roman scoffed at the tone with a playfully offended expression. “I’ll have you know that my ideas are marvelous, thank you very much. And we should…” he trailed off, tapping his chin as he thought before a grin slowly spread across his face. Logan felt a familiar feeling of fond dread at that, already mentally preparing himself for whatever Roman was about to say.

Roman spun around in his chair, leaning close to Logan as his smile widened before grabbing Logan’s hand and standing abruptly, tugging Logan with him.

“What are you—“ Logan stuttered, his face beginning to flush. Roman pulled him even closer, gently guiding Logan’s hand to rest on his shoulder before he set his free hand on Logan’s waist.

“Dancing!” Roman exclaimed, letting go of Logan’s hand to snap his fingers for some classical music before grabbing his hand again.

“In your cluttered room?” Logan laughed, shaking his head.

“My room is perfectly fine, you just can’t see it,” Roman leaned his face closer, smiling, “Besides, it just means more fancy footwork!”

He began to twirl Logan around the room, nimbly moving around the mess strewn across the floor from the last time Roman had a brainstorm. Logan yelped, stumbling to try and not fall, shaking his head as he laughed more. Looking down at the ground to avoid tripping and falling, he didn’t see how Roman’s face lit up at getting Logan to laugh.

Roman hummed along to the music, continuing to dance around and tug Logan along with him, sending him into a spin before drawing him in closer, gazing down at him. Logan felt his ears begin to burn at the close proximity and instinctually looked down at the ground to escape eye contact, eyes slightly wide.

“My eyes aren’t on the ground, Specs,” Roman said softly, tilting Logan’s chin up to make eye contact. There was a smile on his face when Logan looked up and the two looked at each other in silence, the blush on Logan’s face growing brighter. Then Patton yelled something to Virgil, calling him over for something and the two broke apart, jerking back at the sudden noise.

They both laughed nervously and Logan cleared his throat, “Um—now that you’ve had your break, perhaps we should get back to work.”

Roman groaned, falling back into his chair. “Or,” he said, drawing out the word, “we could continue our debate on Snow White because Virgil has corrupted you and you can’t see that it’s a romance story!”

Logan raised an eyebrow, sitting down, “The prince quite literally kisses a random woman in the woods without her consent, how is that romantic?”

Roman sputtered, “Okay, that part was, admittedly, problematic. But views were different back then and they thought that was fine! I guarantee that if it was made today, they wouldn’t have that part, Calculator Watch. Besides, the rest of the movie was romance, you can’t deny that!”

“…the stepmother tried to kill her stepdaughter.”

Roman fell silent, trying to think of a way to come back from that. “Fuck.”

Logan snorted, rolling his eyes and leaning back.

“Okay, you know what we’re gonna do since that spectacularly failed?” Roman popped up.

“Doing our work?” Logan suggested hopefully.

“Nope, c’mon, up you go.” Roman hauled Logan up by the hand, dragging him out of the room.

“Why do you all drag me places?” Logan complained.

“Because you don’t follow willingly,” Roman teased.

“Falsehood,” Logan mumbled petulantly, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” Roman called out, not looking back.

Finally, they arrived at a door that Roman pushed open without a second thought, leading Logan into it.

“Oh,” Logan breathed out, looking around at the ballroom. “Has this…always been here?” he asked quietly, taken aback.

Roman grinned and nodded. “I created this a while ago. A prince needs to practice his moves!”

“Please never say that again,” was the reply that Logan had.

“Nope. Anyways!” Just like he did when they danced earlier, he snapped his fingers and music came on. “You said that my room was too cluttered, so now we shall dance in a ballroom!” With that, he led Logan into a waltz, sweeping him across the room.

“You’re incorrigible,” Logan muttered fondly.

“Maybe.” Roman grinned fondly down at him.

At some point, Logan didn’t know when, but he found his head resting on Roman’s shoulder as they started swaying instead of actually dancing. In the back of his mind, he hoped that Patton and Virgil wouldn’t be upset by that, but he found that he was too comfortable to bother moving.

“Hey, Logan?” the fact that Roman actually said his name and didn’t use a nickname had Logan slightly confused and worried.

“Yes, Roman?”

“You know I…” Logan felt Roman swallow and sensed that he was trying to compose himself. “I…really like you. A lot.” Logan stuffed down the traitorous feelings as his heart leapt at those words, shoving them down to a point where he could ignore them because he knew that what he wished was not what Roman meant with those words.

Taking a deep breath, Logan lifted his head off of Roman’s shoulder, making eye contact. “I like you too, Ro. We’re friends, after all, no matter how much we may annoy each other.” (Friends, Logan told himself in his brain. A reminder that was very much needed.)

He could see how Roman’s eyes seem to dim slightly and how his smile faltered, but he couldn’t figure out why on earth why they did. He thought he had said the objective truth. Had he said something wrong, perhaps?

“I’m sorry, did I…did I say something wrong? I do not mean to upset you.”

“No,” Roman croaked out and shook his head, “Nothings wrong, Lo. Don’t—don’t worry about it.”

Logan gave him a doubtful look, but Roman just smiled and guided Logan’s head to rest on his shoulder again. As they swayed in place once more, Logan found himself reviewing his words again. Friends, they were just friends, Logan reminded himself. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way about them, they were all in a relationship and they were happy, he needn’t intrude on them. No matter how much he wished to be a part of it because it wouldn’t happen.

Logan really needed to get a handle on these feelings.

a/n: listen im soft for logince dancing

(rbs >>>> likes)

#sanders sides #ts #ts logan #logan sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #logince #im just love them

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perfectlyripeclementine · 1 year

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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

#nonbinary love #nblnb yearning #nb4nb #nblnb #wholesomeposting #yearning hours #ive been thinking about how some languages dont have a possessive tense #so you dont say “i have a thing” but rather “a thing is by me”#and like im not usually one for psycho linguistics and like critical thoughts etc etc etc #but i really like the framework of responsibility/commitment rather than ownership #i think about this mostly in terms of ecology #and relation to land #but i also love it as it applies to language shared between lovers #like i LOVE calling them mine or for them to call me theirs #but i'm also nonmonog and that was kinda weird to square for a while #and it clicked one time when i was talking about my neighborhood and i was like well #when i say my neighborhood or my city it's understood i'm not taking it away from anybody else #its understood i just mean the city where i live #so why cant we apply the same to lovers?#mine in the way i want to show up for you again and again #ok #done now

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princeoxca · 4 months

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game night

#wayne family adventures #batman #batfam #dick grayson #jason Todd #timothy drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #draw the squad #meme #art #digital art #princeorcaart #im sorry I had to bring back the meme #i love them all so much #also I’m just a causal batman enjoyer I’m new here #I just wanna clown

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1alchemistart · 2 months

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dont got much to offer for The Holiday but have these sillies!

happy valentines day :D

#sxf #spy x family #damianya #damian desmond #anya forger #my art #i am sleepy rn im scheduling this ahead of time like several hours ahead JKSDFKLS #unrelated to sxf. the tags are my speaking place shush #was not expecting the toby fox newsletter to have so much for me to think about JKKLDFSS #good ole gaster sending us love letters (we don't KNOW it's gaster but like. typing pattern + him being the only character to be like)#(directly referring to the game as deltarune)#ALSO THE WEATHERMEN HAVE NAMES NOW ?!?!? AND ARE IN LOVE ???!?!#so happy for them fr #i didnt get the mettaton card but like just know. that is my essence. all those blingee-core sparkles. those picmix hearts. me #anyway YIPPEE WAHOO

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watchingwisteria · 5 months

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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know #im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie #or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them #snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book #that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #lucy gray baird #not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration #but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause #like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time #he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets #and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets #he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved #but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall #he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

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soldrawss · 1 year

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Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im 🥺🥰

#my art #toh #the owl house #toh hunter #toh willow #toh gus #toh darius #toh huntlow #huntlow #toh winter #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh season 3 #before you comment that gus already has a tattoo #i know #but i like my hc anyway let me live #and darius is very much hunters dad now i take no criticism or comments #and obviously im speechless at the huntlow i just love them so much

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the-phantom-peach · 5 months

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a handful of miscellaneous domestic zelink for my the soul 💘

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thedeafprophet · 1 year

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With Josephine and September its just "we are young and perhaps somewhat foolish" and "the world is so vast and dangerous and full of things we don't fully know" and "there are things that haunt your dreams/there are fears you will not speak" but most importantly its "when we're with each other none of that matters, at least not as much"

#im just love them #oc talk #josephine and september

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inkskinned · 10 months

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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.