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The ability to turn reblogs off has really added a new dimension to shitty posts

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Phew, it took forever, but it's finallyyy done! The moment I saw this design I knew I had to draw it!

The source is this mod ArcDestiny made: gamebanana.com/mods/593362

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Heads up: they got 2 MILFS at buc'ees

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first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

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I am being completely normal about this episode, i promise

bonus

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The teahouse was too quiet for Vice's taste. Clean lines, polished dark wood, and the faint clink of porcelain on porcelain — it all made his nerves itch beneath the crisp linen of his white suit. He didn’t like being off his turf. Miami's humid chaos fit him like a glove; here, everything felt restrained, watchful. Even the koi in the pond outside moved like they were being surveilled. The two Yakuza men across from him were courteous, almost painfully so. One poured him tea with the elegance of a man who’d slit a throat before breakfast. The other sat perfectly still, hands folded over his lap, eyes never leaving Vice’s face. Vice lit a cigarette, rude, maybe, but they hadn’t said not to. The smoke curled between them like a drawn line. "I appreciate the hospitality," Vice said, his tone smooth but edged."But let’s not pretend we’re here to discuss tea blends." The older of the two, a man with silver at his temples and a faint scar running down his jawline, gave a small smile. “Of course not, Mr. Sanchez. But courtesy is the mask of civilization, no?” His English was precise, accented but clear. “And besides… we admire your work. Your club. Your reputation. Especially how you’ve kept it clean.” Vice narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Clean’s a funny word.” “You keep your blood in the back rooms." The younger one said. “That’s what we mean.” There was a pause. Vice exhaled smoke, slow. “So what do you want?” He asked bluntly. The older man sipped his tea before answering. “There is a shipment that requires discretion. And someone who knows how to dance without stepping on toes. Miami is a long way from Osaka, but it’s a port like any other.” Vice’s fingers tapped once on the ceramic saucer. “And what makes you think I’d risk my operation for you?” The older man set down his cup with quiet precision. “Because we don’t ask twice.” The tension in the room spiked—no raised voices, no weapons, but something passed between them. A shared understanding. This wasn’t a threat; it was a statement of reality, delivered with the politeness of a business card. Vice smiled, tight and slow, his gold tooth catching the low light. “Well." He said, standing up and straightening his blazer. “Then I guess I better make sure you don’t have to.” He walked out with the smoke trailing behind him, never once glancing back. The koi in the pond didn’t move. Neither did the two men in the teahouse. They already knew they’d just shaken hands with a devil dressed in Miami silk.

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we were cosmically destined to be tumblr mutuals

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I really do love how much you can tell about Doomguy just from looking around his room.

Like. Yeah, all the stuff you expect to see is there.

He's got his big ol' gun rack.

What appears to be a rock he uses as a punching bag.

Whetstone for sharpening his knives. All the Real Manly Violence Man stuff you'd think would be there.

But also a pair of nunchaku. Doomguy has never used nunchaku in any of his games. Those are just there because apparently he's the kind of dork who likes to play around with nunchaku and pretend he's doing kung fu.

Also a jump rope. Gotta keep his cardio up for all that running and jumping he has to do.

He reads Guns & Bullets magazine, but he also reads Science Monthly. Which makes sense that he'd be a bit of a techie since....

...he seems to have made his new Praetor Suit by disassembling the old one and rebuilding it to be higher-quality. You can see from the guts of the suit that it's powered armor, and he just... knows how to work that.

He's mad. Not stupid.

He also reads cooking magazines, of course. His only friend is Doom J.A.R.V.I.S.; He's gotta be self-sufficient. Though how he got those pizzas delivered is certainly beyond me.

And, of course, he has a collection of regular books that he likes to read as well. Though his taste in literature reveals a certain trend.

Also, he reads comics.

So many comics.

So, so many comics that he's left discarded comics lying around on his munitions cases. This man is a nerd.

And if you doubt his nerd cred, remember that he even keeps collectible toy displays. Doomguy is explicitly the kind of person who will go out of his way in a firefight with the forces of Hell itself to go snatch up a new toy for his collection.

He even has collectible toy figures hanging out on his computer desk. He put a little hard hat on one of them.

On the other side of his desk, he's got some leftover pizza from the inexplicable delivery service, plus takoyaki flavor chips and some candy. It seems Doomguy is a fruity candy kind of guy, not a chocolate guy. Man after my own heart.

Oh, you know he has shredded every single surface of the Fortress of Doom at some point. How do you think he learned to react so quickly in combat?

That is, of course....

When he's not ROCKING OUT with one of his three separate guitars. I bet the middle one's his favorite. It has a place of honor under the giant demon skull.

Some people might say that a record player and casette tapes are old-fashioned but cut him some slack; He's a Gen X-er.

Of course, there's one thing that any walk through Doomguy's room reveals more than anything else. The one thing that matters more than the world to him. The thing that drives him in his every waking moment.

He loved his bunny rabbit. My favorite thing about the portrait - Well, my favorite thing about it is that it's a piece of fanart that got officially canonized, but aside from that - is that he's wearing his Praetor Suit in it.

That's not something he brought from home. He commissioned an artist to paint that after becoming a Night Sentinel. He still loves his poor, late bunny rabbit.

And he keeps her close to him when he's home.

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rick is so cute. 😈🖕

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ELES Spirits of the Steppe - Zheztyrnaq by Zhanibek Kurmanbay

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how the world feels when you listen to a song for the first time and immediately know you'll love it forever

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Insane when you're bursting with every emotion known to the human brain and yet you still gotta go to work cause it's a random ass tuesday

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commissions done for @stropharian-world

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Anxiety: You're almost 30 and haven't published a single book. You wasted your chance to become a successful author!

Me: Stan Lee created Spider-Man at age 40. George R. R. Martin wrote A Game of Thrones at age 48.

Anxiety: Oh fuck nvm you do you, king.

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if you've been drawing for several hours and the piece doesn't turn into anything, you didn't waste that time. you still drew. art is art, not a product