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dailylagomorphs · 7 months
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I really like your way of shading and the texture it has. It's really fun and soft looking, a perfect match for the lil fluffs
AHH Thank you! I really hit the jackpot with this brush I found, figured I'd share it with you all too so you can draw dailylagomorph style rabbits too
https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1738915&uuid=96d4a63bab-9448-5bb5-2ad7-340d6c8bbd
my settings are also different from the default but it's adjusted to the way I draw so you might want to mess with it yourselves to fit your likings
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daedalusdavinci · 1 year
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42. Foolish - twobats
one word writing prompts i knooow this has been sitting in my inbox forever and im sorry. heres a drabble i wrote up of them being stupid
Bruce awoke with panic flaring in his chest. There had been a hand on his shoulder. Alfred and the kids knew better than that, and so instinct took over, grabbing the offending arm and yanking. Before he was even fully awake, Bruce had rolled and pinned a man underneath him, an arm drawn back to knock him out.
"Wait, wait, wait, Bruce-" 
Bruce blinked hard, and in the darkness, the details of the figure started to come together. Harvey- or was it Two Face? had one hand pinned above his head, the other raised defensively. "Some way to treat your bedfellows." 
"Dent," Bruce breathed, letting his hand fall. He gripped his collar instead, rolling his fist into the fabric. "Why are you here?"
"Thought you might prefer I get your attention this way instead of the other way." He didn't specify what the other way was, but he didn't have to. Harvey knew, and without Two Face's signature rasp, Bruce could put the pieces together. His hand was warm on Bruce's cheek, thumb sweeping gently across his cheekbone.
It shouldn't have been that easy, but Bruce found himself relaxing anyway, leaning into the touch. "I hope that means I'm not going to have a reason to throw you back in Arkham soon." 
"If I say you won't, will you hurry up and kiss me?" Harvey's smile was teasing, but warm, stunning like it had been back before Bruce had learned how to take someone out in his sleep. He'd been in love with that smile for so long, he didn't think anyone could blame him when he just… melted.
Bruce's fingers laced through Harvey's as he leaned over him, nose nudging into his cheek. Without the blankets, cold was starting to settle against Bruce's spine, but Harvey's skin was warm and golden. "Maybe if you promise I won't."
Harvey's fingers pushed up under his shirt, heat tracing scars across his back. The way Harvey looked at him was fond and familiar, a smile pressed into the corner of his eyes. "Convince me."
Falling into him was easy. Bruce kissed him like he had a thousand times before, soft and deep and too loving. Harvey's hands were warm against his skin, dragging him closer, pulling him deeper, and Bruce never even thought about resisting. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on Harvey's shirt, clumsy, but nonetheless determined to get Harvey out of his suit and down to something more suitable for bed. "Why do you even put on all these clothes?" Bruce muttered, pushing back his lapels and sliding his hands across Harvey's chest. He'd always been big, broad in the shoulders with enough muscle to be worth grabbing, and Bruce filled both his hands with pecs and squeezed.
Harvey snorted against his mouth, ruining the kiss with his grin. "I think you're getting a little sidetracked there, darling." 
"Oh, I'm on track," Bruce said stupidly, kissing the corner of his mouth. 
Harvey pushed up into him until Bruce was sitting in his lap, a hand steadying against the small of his back. It was easier to push his suit jacket off of his shoulders this way, and Harvey shrugged out of it, tossing it to the side.
Something toppled off of the nightstand and thunked softly against the carpet. 
"Whoops," Harvey muttered, glancing over at it as Bruce kissed his jaw. 
"Probably a cup," Bruce said dismissively, far more interested in worrying a mark into the spot under his ear. 
Harvey snorted at him, his hands sliding up under his shirt again and his head tipping. "Not one of your fancy glasses?"
"I broke too many of those." 
Harvey's laugh was soft, but it warmed Bruce from the inside out. When he kissed Harvey again, he kissed him harder, pressing him back down into the mattress like he could kiss all of his affection into him. Harvey's fingers laced into his hair to keep him close, and he felt the curve of Harvey's smile, desperately fond.
He'd missed him. It hadn't been that long, exactly, but even days apart left a vague emptiness inside Bruce's chest. They’d been doing this for too long, tiptoeing around the masks to spend time with each other, and It was becoming too easy to set aside all of the rules and love Harvey. An exception was steadily carving itself out in his life after a lifetime of mooning over the man who carried the sun in his smile, and Bruce wondered how much longer they'd last before one of them would fold.
The door opened. 
Harvey started so bad that he knocked their heads together, making Bruce reel back with a hiss. Harvey shoved him off, but not fast enough before the light turned on.
Alfred stared at them both, shotgun in hand and still in his slippers.
Bruce knew how they looked. Bruce, in his nightshirt and boxers, grabbing his forehead- Harvey, frozen halfway to diving off the bed, shirt half-open and looking like he'd rather be shot than face Alfred's stare for a second longer.
Alfred blinked. Bruce could see him cataloguing and compartmentalizing, slowly packing away his surprise. Finally, he said dryly, "I rather hoped you would get better at sneaking around with age. Mr Dent, I would remind you that shoes are not allowed on the beds."
Blushes didn't show up easily on Harvey’s skin, but Bruce didn't think he could look any redder. "Sorry, Alfred."
"Good night," Alfred said, and he turned, and left.
Harvey put his face in his hands.
Slowly, Bruce sat up. The roar of his heartbeat in his ears began to fade. "I think he heard you sneak in."
"Just take me back to Arkham. Throw me in a cell and leave me to rot," Harvey said into his hands.
Bruce snorted a laugh, rolling off the bed. He picked up the cup where they'd knocked it over and replaced it on the nightstand. He locked the bedroom door and flicked the lights back off. "Next time, just lock the door."
"Sure, so he can bust it down," Harvey muttered.
Bruce swung a leg over Harvey's hips, dropping into his lap. "Come on, Harv. He's caught us doing worse."
"That's what makes it so humiliating," Harvey grumbled, but his hands still dropped to Bruce's hips. 
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doe-prince · 1 year
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First I would like to say, I adore GS! It's just about the only reason I even open DeviantART these days, to occasionally check for updates. I'm very much a lurker, but I just think you should know it's a real treat you want to share this story. Thank you!
I was curious, since there are quite a few various kinds of deer in the world, how many of them are based on real species of deer? However loosely based applies in the context of course. Some are easier to recognize, but I'm a total sucker for these kinds of a details.
Marshlander (Nero & Runi) = marsh deer Fielder (Riptail) = roe deer Woodlander (Kasko) = whitetail Bush deer = pudú Riverlander = musk deer Lowlander = fallow deer Wanderer = moose
Those are the main ones that are based on real species. Stonekrovns have some elk influence, mostly the build.
Glad you're enjoying the comic!
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lostmystyx · 1 year
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tagged by @redactedcrow, so heres five songs ive been listening to a lot lately
um. the entire bnl stunt album its just whats in my car rn
cant take my eyes off of you (from. the just dance soundtrack.)
dare by gorillaz
happy by mitski
tusk by fleetwood mac
i think these r the ones ive had on hour loops recently, tho what i listened to last is an entirely different question
im tagging @mudp1es @roomfulloferidans @dumbkiwi and @ashysiashy whether or not u do it is ur own bsns yknow
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laerkesa · 11 months
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I gave Hemlock some friends!
The guy in all black is Sephiroth (belongs to a friend who is not on tumblr), Hemlock belongs to @roomfulloferidans snd the pretty lady is Mara, my own OC
If you see them anywhere, I gåsuggest you run in another directions.
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seventeendeer · 5 years
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If you're up for it and want to let off some steam, I'd love to hear if there is a story behind said hippie hatred?
haha nahh there’s no real story, at least not in the sense of there being a specific event or anything that made me the fighty punk I am today
it’s just that growing up, I obviously absorbed the values of the culture I was living in, and that culture was very much the “hate is the problem, we need to eliminate hate and all be friends” type of soggy, spineless garbage that hippie culture sought to promote way back in the day
and then I actually, y’know, picked up a history book, and learned about politics in the real world, and found out just how damaging that mentality is to societal progress, and how it actually gets in the way of making the world a better place for all people, because it’s misleading. it places responsibility on all parties involved in a conflict, instead of placing responsibility on the offending one. and once you realize that, it looks so obvious and I feel like such a fool for not being able to see that when I was younger
and then after I’ve realized that, I’m forced to still deal with people who mindlessly repeat the “hate is the problem” mindset, over and over again, like my own personal hell punishing me for being a nasty white person having dumb opinions despite knowing nothing about the real world and what people go through because of the nonsense mindset that I bought into
hate is not the problem. capitalists and fascists are the problem. people who hog resources and cause others direct, unprovoked harm are the problem
our facet of humanity is so deep in the “peace, love and understanding uwu” bs that we willingly let billionaires exist, even when we ourselves are starving, just to avoid conflict
you can count the people who control the world on two hands! there’s billions of everyone else! we are dogs trained to accept abuse, and we are letting both ourselves and the environment die because we blindly believe in peace more than we believe in survival!!!!! we’re letting ourselves and our loved ones die and it is the MOST embarrassing way to go
murder, torture and harming people who can’t defend themselves is evil. fighting back against someone trying to shiv you or one of your buddies in the kidney is, however, in my controversial opinion, a pretty normal thing to do when you’re a living creature with feelings and needs, such as the need to not die or watch your friends die
thank u for letting me vent, this was very cathartic, I hope my ranting was entertaining!
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thenamelessdoll · 6 years
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Paused at the Right Moment, part 12
Thank you roomfulloferidans for the Tarzan one, and thewriterinallofus for the BATB 2 one. ;)
1. Hercules (1997) 2. Pocahontas (1995) 3. Quest For Camelot (1998) 4. Cinderella III (2007) 5. Tarzan (1999) 6. Beauty and the Beast (1991) 7. The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) 8. Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997) 9. Anastasia (1997) 10. Treasure Planet (2002)
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papermonkeyism · 7 years
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Once you're finally happy with the designs of both the herd and the family will you be posting full refs of them, with names and such?
That’s the plan! 
I’m going to need refs for myself anyway, so might as well share them too.
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yinyangletsa · 7 years
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Magical toy
I apparently have a magical stuffed pink rabbit because every child in my family that has encountered it wants to own it. Also their friends want it. I mean I love it and all, but that's mainly because it's a gift my best friend one at a fair and gave to me I don't get why they all want it. My nephew were like "Auuuunty, you know what? I really like this rabbit." Five times in hope I would tell him he could have it. Well too fucking bad kiddo. This stuffed rabbit is mine. Also @roomfulloferidans my nephew has requested you win him a stuffed blue rabbit.
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maestrobabby · 6 years
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roomfulloferidans replied to your post “self care:”
Valid
<3
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daedalusdavinci · 1 year
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Superbat
Handholding 32
32. not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands
i wound up busy and distracted today but heres something lol
There were some benefits to being ambidextrous. Well, there were a lot, actually, but there were some that Bruce hadn't anticipated when he was five years old and obsessively trying to train himself to write with his left hand. It was nice to be able to throw a batarang with either hand, or keep working when he broke an arm, and when Dick was little, it was a lot easier to work around a hyperactive nine year old trying to climb him. But, though he’d never admit it out loud, one of his favorite parts of being ambidextrous was that it was that much easier to hold Clark’s hand.
The counter was a terrible place to get work done when Clark was cooking, but it was worth the sugar dusting his paperwork for moments like this. The kitchen smelled like fresh dough cooking, and Clark had flour in his hair and streaked across his forehead to show for his labor. His apron was a mess, his shirt wrinkled and rolled up to his elbows. The way he was frowning down at the cookbook, it was like it had done something to offend him personally.
It was one of those moments where it felt hard to believe that this was the same man who saved the world over and over again, and yet, at the same time, it was so unbelievably Clark. Sometimes Bruce thought there were few people in this world quite so human as Superman. He made life feel so domestic, bringing a strange sense of peace into the small moments. Even paperwork felt less insufferable when Clark was nearby, made easier by his quiet grumbles and sighs as he tried to pound another pastry into shape.
Clark wasn’t elbow deep in dough anymore, though, and as Bruce glanced up at him again, he began to worry that Clark’s brow might stick into that furrow. He switched his pen from hand to hand and reached across the counter, sliding his hand into Clark’s.
The effect was instantaneous. Clark looked over at him in surprise, a fond smile finally cracking the frown.
Bruce didn’t meet his eyes, already looking back down at his paperwork, but he felt Clark squeeze his hand and his chest felt a little warmer. He didn’t feel Clark let go again.
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lostmystyx · 6 years
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ten songs im enjoying rn and ten mutuals? do I even have ten mutuals? tagged by @ghostlyeris
1) burn the whole house down by ajr
2) the moss by cosmo sheldrake
3) pink lemonade
4) everybodys lonely
5) lonely digger
6) rock it for me
7) make me feel by janelle monae
8) queen by janelle monae
9) found a way by drake bell
10) africa by toto
mutuals: @roomfulloferidans @unstablebystander @peridipshit @fluteplyr @cosmicatastrophe @1000screaminggamzees @ohfuckphil seli ive been awake for five minutes and I cant remember ur tumblr but if u see this ur tagged
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laerkesa · 11 months
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I present @roomfulloferidans ‘s OC Hemlock.  He may be a bit dirty but look at that smile. 
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seventeendeer · 6 years
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It makes me so happy seeing your replies to gate-keepers. I keep my own dash as free of aphobia as I can (though sometimes the fuckers sneak up on me) because otherwise I get so mad. Anyway this is to let you know as an aro with ace friends, you're making my night.
I’m so glad it’s making a positive difference for you, I’m really hoping that making all my aro and ace followers feel safe talking to me is doing more good than saving them from the discourse does. I’m always stuck between “don’t bring discourse on your blog, your followers don’t need that kind of negativity” and “speak out about important things so your followers don’t have to guess whether or not your blog is safe for them.”
I don’t want to remind people of bad stuff, but I guess sometimes u just gotta take a stance
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thenamelessdoll · 6 years
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Paused at the Right Moment, part 13
Thank you roomfulloferidans for the Tarzan one, and itsdamaris for the Lady Tremaine one. ;)
1. Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas (2003) 2. Beauty and the Beast (1991) 3. Cinderella (1950) 4. Pocahontas (1995) 5. Tarzan (1999) 6. Anastasia (1997) 7. Aladdin (1992) 8. The Road to ElDorado (2000) 9. Cinderella III (2007) 10. Spirit; Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)
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papermonkeyism · 7 years
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So we know dog prisons exist but how do they exactly function? As most dogs seem to live in scattered tribes or family groups, at least in the north it doesn't seem to have much in the way of an organized legal system or do they have a council like the hounds in the crater?
You could say that the dogs have kinda sorta “countries” (umh, hey, Finnish peeps, how would you translate “Laumain liitto” to English?) that’s basically an alliance between all the packs in a given area. While all the packs within the alliance can make decisions on their own, they have an administrative organ (”Laumain neuvosto”, a.k.a. “Council of Packs”) that does the ruling, that’s basically made out of the head/representative of each pack within the alliance. And when there’s need for big decisions to be made that effect the whole alliance, they’ll form a court sorta event (I really should have thought about translating these things, but “Laumakäräjät”)
(and there’s usually a Very Important Pack within each alliance, that’s basically the territory where the council will be held, and usually that also means that lots of the the big shots live in it)
Minor crimes and such will usually be resolved within their respective packs, since calling up the Laumakäräjät (translation help, plz?) is a Big Deal (and some pack representatives might need to travel from pretty far to get there). They’re usually held couple times a year to sort out bunch of stuff at the same time, unless something Really Important happens that demands their presence outside of normal schedule.
Southern dogs tend to have more centralized rule and bigger packs than the dogs around where the story happens. Southerners basically have kings/queens (the position is gender neutral), that are called by the title “tseeta”.
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