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i’m just gonna… leave this here

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Excuse me-? I think I just made a new record.

I created an account on bluesky (because I heard so many people praising it) so, I looked arond a bit, started following like 2 people, blocked 2 bots that started following me and then decided to post some of my old art there

I wish I was joking, but I only posted 2 before my account was no longer to be found, immediatly, I get an email saying that they have taken down my account bacause of 'spam behaviors'

I was there for 20 minutes, 8 of those I was tryting to figure out how to even most something

What the fuck Bluesky?

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Tried a new style, failed a bit, but it was fun!

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Oh Janet Drake, they will never make me hate you

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Gordon did Bruce a solid 10 years ago, and now he and his flock leave him gifts (criminals) like stray cats. And they like to hang out on his roof; he just wants to be alone and smoke somewhere.

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Chapter 19

I dont really know what to say, erm enjoy the chapter

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Found an old sketch from like a year ago so I figured I'd finish it up

I think when they all go off to college it'd be really funny if Sam and Tucker just,,,, forget that ghost stuff is out of the norm for most of the world and also that Danny's famous

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Finaly got to make a cover for that thing, so this is what, like the 5th art I did for this fic? Yeah, probably expect more.

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i can never tell if i want them to beat each other up or hug it out

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Had this in my WIP for way too long and finaly decided to finish it :3 (btw, absolutely love the au/idea)

A concept: the usual trope "kryptonians colonized Earth and enslaved the population", except when rebel leader Bruce Wayne falls prisoner of general Kal-El he finds out the alien is actually on their side. And he falls for him.

Premises are: Zod's coup is successfull, kryptonians leave their dying planet to terraform and colonize Earth, dividing the territories among the most prominent families and enslaving the Earthlings.

As much as Jor-El and Lara hate this turn of events, playing along is the only way to survive and make a difference. So to their family is granted the whole North America and they settle there as rulers, turning Metropolis into their capital city, but sending their son Kal to be raised into a humble Kansas farm by a Earthling couple.

Meanwhile, to keep up their facade with other élite families, Jor and Lara procced to rule with iron fist among their territories, suppressing any attempt at insurrection and deporting all the prisoners to misterious concentration camps located into the deep midwest country, striking fear and hate into population. Spoiler: they are not actual concentration camps, but nobody must know, especially the other families.

After thirty years of dictatorship, Gotham City is currently hiding the last secret resistence bastion, held together by Batman and a handful of other rebels. Their main activity is aimed at weaken the colonizer, both carrying on targeted attacks and hoarding kryptonite. They have become so effiecent that they are now deemed as the most wanted among the kryptonian regime enemies, with the order to bring them alive to the rulers.

It's during one of their attacks that Batman crew falls. Bruce fights back with all his might but its all worthless: in the end he's defeated.

"This one is mine." a harsh voice says in kryptonian.

Bruce gazes up at the alien holding him down with a booth pressed on his chest: the familiy crest draped over his uniform is unmistakable as well as his red-glowing eyes. He's Kal-El, Last Son of Krypton: heir of their rulers and ruthless general of their army. His reputation as cruel monster has spread all over the world. Bruce is now sure to be doomed: if Kal's fame is true, he will not even get to see the infamous concentration camps, and not because he will recieve a mercifully quick death. Oh no, he will suffer. Bruce is going to be throughly humiliated until his very being will be annihilated, then maybe, when Kal will gets bored of playing with him, he will finally being killed. Bruce just hopes that nothing about his horrible fate will ever reach his kids.

And for the first part it goes just as he dreads. Taken to Metropolis with the other rebel survivors and paraded in chains along the city streets, under the scornful eyes of the gathered kryptonians. Then dragged at their tyrants' feet, forced to keel in front of their thrones as they congratule their son for another of his victories.

Bruce can’t bear all of this. And since he doesn't have anything more to lose, he dares to look them in the face and openly threaten them. Kal punishes him yanking back the chain connected at his collar and pressing a knee between his shoulder, making him simultaneously bending over and shutting up for the lack of air.

"This one will be quite a challenge to break." Jor comments with a chuckle.

"Go, my son." Lara says smiling fondling at him, "Have fun with him."

Now can you imagine Bruce's shock when, finally alone with him into Kal's quarters and already fearing the worst, the alien takes off his "terrifying kryptonian general" mask and begs Bruce to forgive him for how he treated him so far?

All the while speaking with a perfect USA english with a strong midwestern drawl??

And then proceding to ramble about what his family is doing since they settled there and how with Bruce's help they might have a chance to actually overthrow Zod's government???

Of course to keep their secret they must fake Bruce being held as his personal new toy and play out the dynamic whenever their are surrounded by other kryptonians they not entrust.

Of course Kal is so effiecent at masking while they are in public, as well as mortifyed and gentle when they are alone, and Bruce just can’t believe how quickly he can go from cold-alien-master to cute-country-boy in mere seconds.

Of course for Bruce is damn hard to deal with all of this: having to turn his hatred into trust, coping with how he actually feels while they play their master/slave parts, recognizing how Kal is growing a crush over him and so how much Bruce can influence him.

Of course at some point Bruce is reached by a rebel cell, who gives him a kryptonite dagger.

Of course Kal wakes up right when Bruce is hovering on him, dagger pointed at his throath.

"Do it. Your people will never have another chance like this."

Of course the dagger slips from Bruce's grasp and instead of killing him he ends up kissing him.

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TimKon animatic (+ Birdflash) // Hot Wings - I wanna party - Rio

I... honestly took significantly less time than I expected. I made it in just one week (which... yeah, reflected on the quality but whatever) but still somehow, my style managed to change like 3 times throughout the whole thing.

this is also my very first animatic- well, one longer that 30 sec (if we're counting even short ones, than 3rd) so....yeah

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I feel like I'm a bit too opsesed with my own au/fic, but hey! I can do whatever I want, I have free will (which was gods' biggest mistake)

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realized I haven't posted anything for a while, so here you go I guess

Tango in his Rage (probably right after the Ranch burned down)

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Superman having unexpected emotional reactions to smells and sounds, and Batman figuring out why.

It’s little things. They get food after a mission and Batman sees the other man tear up as they stand in a line of awe-struck civilians. They’re picking up the pieces after an alien invasion and hear a mother humming softly to her baby. Batman pauses when he sees Superman stare off into space, face blank and eyes welling up.

At first, Batman thinks his colleague is experiencing some sort of psychological or cognitive issues. A processing disorder, some sort of overstimulation of the senses. Then, instead of Batman observing Superman, Bruce observes Clark. It clicks immediately.

They’re sitting atop Gotham General Hospital on a Friday night. It’s Batman—Bruce’s turn to bring food. He goes with falafel. It’s what they were in line for the first time he noticed his friend’s reaction and, as expected, Clark tears up when they dig in.

“I notice you do that sometimes,” Bruce says as he chews on a fry. “Not sure if you knew.”

Clark sniffles and laughs awkwardly, wiping his hands with a crumpled up napkin. “Of course you noticed. It’s you.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes as Clark collects himself. Bruce continues eating like nothing happened. He lets Clark lead the conversation.

“It’s just…I don’t remember anything about Krypton.” Clark pauses and takes a watery, shuddering breath. “Not consciously, anyway. I wouldn’t know what my birth parents looked like without the Fortress AI. And then I smell something or hear something and it’s like…”

“Your body remembers,” Bruce fills in. “Even if you don’t think you do.”

“Yes!” Clark is pulling at his hair in frustration. “I don’t have a clue what food was like on Krypton, but I get near falafel trucks and want to cry! Something about it smells so familiar, but I couldn’t tell you what.”

“And then you hear something that sounds familiar, but you can’t quite place it.”

If Clark knows they’re not just talking about him anymore, he doesn’t say it.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Like a lullaby or random sounds on the street. They sound like…”

“Home.”

They sit in silence again. Clark takes small bites of his food, the same way he always does when they get falafel. Bruce realizes that his friend must agonize over the strange emotions that the food elicits, but he also savors it—as though he’s not sure if or when he’ll ever get to have it again, so he has to make it last and enjoy it like it’s his last meal. Like it might disappear and become another memory he can’t quite place.

“I can cook,” Bruce says. “I’m not as helpless in the kitchen as people think. If the AI has any way to alter Kryptonian recipes with Earth ingredients…I’d be happy to give them a try.”

Clark doesn’t hide the tears as he takes another bite. A bigger one this time, like he’s not so scared the food needs to last.

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papa Hood

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little portrait study :3

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I drew all the Life Series Winners

Originally these paintings started out as distraction from school work and I also wanted to get better at cinematic composition and gradient mapping. I never imagined that this would turn into a several months long project but here we are!

I think tumblr is the one place where it’s acceptable to make a really long post just talking about the little details I hid in these pictures:

First of all everyone is looking in a very specific direction (until Joel came along but he is special let him be).

Pearl is looking at the camera, she is the only one who is aware of the viewer (you) while Cleo isn’t looking at us at all because she couldn’t actually “see” with the VR on their head. Also Cleo is surrounded by a cemetery of her previous alliances.

Technically Scott and Martyn are are looking up and down. Martyin is sinking into the sea with the hourglass in his hands, while Scott is touching the stars.

Grian and Scar who are both looking at each other technically. I also intentionally used colorschemes that were similar to one another. Oh yeah, and two certain flowers are also present…I wonder what those stand for!

And well Joel is just there currently but his has to be my favourite, color, composition and storytelling wise too. I was giggling to myself while drawing and just had the best time ever and it seems like the majority of you agree that his turned out great!

That’s all thank you for reading my yapping, I need to let this out somewhere ugshsh