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fycoren · 6 months ago
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Oh shit i just realized i hadn't posted any of this on tumblr-
behold this, AU, idk what to call it, uhm, uh, here just take it
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(some more;)
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thecrazyphantom · 2 years ago
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GUYS I CAN FINALLY DO COMMISSIONS. IK IVE BARELY POSTED ART HERE BUT I RLLY LIKE MONEY 😻
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In sure you could scroll down on my page and find like 4 examples
(Also the head and bust are now 1 dollar so boohoo)
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angel-with-paper-wings · 7 months ago
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POV: me watching The Phantom of the Opera (2004)
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jamtamart · 2 months ago
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what will it take to be more than just a man
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thelastd0mino · 2 months ago
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my favorite little head cannon is that Obi wan didn’t want Anakin and Padme to be together just cus he doesn’t like politicians, not because of the Jedi code.
He was the biggest politician hater in all of the republic let’s be honest here
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d3rpydoods · 2 years ago
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My first contribution to this fandom and of course it's ship art of a super obscure ship - nothing new under the sun 🤡🤡
Oh well, probably more to come in the future 😩👌
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necroixe · 1 year ago
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@ younger creepypasta fans, don't be worried about sharing what you make for the fear of people finding issue with it for existing. We like your art for what it is, and encourage you to keep making it, because that's what the core of being an artist is. The ability to write, draw, create, whatever it is that drives you, and literally nobody ever can take that away from you. Those kids with the shitty stories and self inserts built a fandom from the ground up, wrote and drew their characters just because they wanted to. If you don't care for it, make your own art, or move elsewhere.
The quote in anton's original post is incomplete, so here’s a better one— "find what you love, and let it kill you."
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brie-annwyl · 3 months ago
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Tim and Damian always being at each others throats, but always the ones that are most there for each other out if all the siblings.
Dick, bless his heart, is the mother hen of the family. His hands are always full with everyone else and their feelings, that sometimes people get.. forgotten.
Damian was never forgotten. He was Dick’s baby. He told Bruce as such during an argument (“he’s MINE Bruce. I don’t care if you were presumed dead or not. He’s MY son more than he’s yours!”) Damian was his top priority.
Until he wasn’t.
Damian didn’t realize how lonely life felt when he wasn’t the centre of Dick’s world. He didn’t realize how much it would actually hurt when Dick would eventually forget to come to one of his school award ceremonies, or to take him out on their weekly lunches so Damian could spend special one-on-one time with him.
It was 3 hours past when Dick was supposed to have picked him up for lunch, yet Damian was still dressed up in his Nightwing hoodie (a hoodie he stole from the elder). Except he was no longer waiting in the family room like usual, he was up in his room, hiding from the prying eyes of Drake that glanced his way every ten or so minutes when he’d check the time. Lines of worry clearly etched on his face.
Damian tries to call Dick, his call gets sent straight to voicemail. He frowns as he gets a text a few seconds later.
-Sorry Dami, can’t talk right now. I’m out with Steph and Cass for a girls day (yes, I’m invited to those. Lol)-
“Oh.” He forgot. Set plans they have every week. Plans that never diverge. He forgot them for a “girls day”. Damian checks his calendar for the 8th time, needing to make sure he hasn’t mixed up the days (even though he knows he never mixes it up, and it’s always Dick that forgets). He shouldn’t be surprised anymore, their lunches had been canceled the past few weeks due to Dick’s unrelenting schedule, but he had promised Damian that they would go to lunch today, and that he would make up for the past few weeks with staying at the manor and having a sleepover with him.
Damian isn’t sure when he threw his phone, nor when he curled up into a ball in his makeshift reading nook in his closet. His cheeks feel wet and the reality setting in makes him all the more embarrassed. Crying over something so juvenile was so beneath him he might as well change his last name to Drake.
Speak of the devil, Damian internally groans when he hears a soft knock on his closet door.
Maybe Drake is like a dinosaur, if he doesn’t move a muscle or make a sound, he’ll move on and leave him alone.
“I can hear you, demon brat.” An unintentional groan escapes Damian as he buried his face further into his arms. He can hear the closet door open and feels Drake shuffle into his hiding spot, his safe space.
At first, it’s quiet. Neither of them dare utter a word in fear of breaking the calming silence that only exists inside this closet. It’s not the first time the two have found themselves here. Tim is the only person with the amount of audacity to enter Damian’s not-so-secret nook in the back of his closet. It’s the only place the two of them don’t argue, an unspoken boundary that holds together this fragile development in their relationship.
“Is this how you felt?” Damian eventually breaks his silence, casting a subtle glance to Tim, only to realize Tim was already looking at him with an indiscernible expression on his face. It’s a look Damian doesn’t see directed towards him often. He isn’t exactly sure what it means either. It’s a facade, it’s meant to look soft and happy, assumably meant to calm him down before approaching any meaningful conversation. There’s an underlying sting of sadness and pity entwined within it. Damian decides he hates it.
“How I felt?” Tim’s a little closer now, maybe 2 meters away from Damian, his head tilted and eyes questioning. A sigh escapes Damian.
“Is this how you felt when I arrived here? Did he forget he loved you too?” Something in Tim’s expression breaks, and that’s all the answer Damian needs. He feels an urge to apologize, but brushed it away. Him and Tim just being able to talk like this - it’s so new, it started maybe 3 weeks ago. He doesn’t believe he can break down all these walls just yet. He isn’t ready to accept and atone, by looking at Tim, he knows he isn’t ready for that either.
And suddenly the elder robin is a lot closer, almost bumping shoulders as he settles in the same position Damian rests in, staring blankly at the same spot on the wall. It’s his collection of “adopted” animals, the ones where they give you a plushie for sponsoring an animal. Damian had over 30.
“You know, I’ve never been to the Gotham animal sanctuary.” Tim subtly added, hoping Damian took the bate, hoping he didn’t catch on. If he had caught on he managed to hide it very well under a sudden angered gasp.
“You’ve never been?! I have a full exhibition there dedicated in the dangers of housing exotic animals and imploring those to donate to the different charities at each animal exhibit!” Tim threw his hands up in defeat, chuckling slightly.
“Well then boy wonder, we need to go then, don’t we?” Without so much as another word, Tim is pushed out of Damian’s closet. For a moment, he believes he screwed everything up. That Damian will forever live his life as a recluse, only seeing the light of day when physically pried from his hiding place. He’s pleasantly surprised when his little brother emerges in a plain tee shirt and shorts. Tim smiles, not listening as Damian warns him that the exhibits are interactive and imploring him to change his clothes as they will get dirty.
Tim just had to learn that the hard way when elephant snot gets on his new bomber jacket.
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skate-the-onion · 1 year ago
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Made a few more 100% factual fact sheets to occupy myself while waiting for Worlds (past outdated offerings vol. I and vol. II)
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neztune · 2 months ago
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Got into the Batfam and DC in general because of all the Batfam kids I started adopting… took the “I’m Batman” in the literal sense ig…
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sharks-fandom-madness · 2 months ago
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Sighs and kicks me feet
Could I give Josh a hug? I feel like doodoo and could use the comfort🦭
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ARE YOU OKAY???? WHO HURT YOU MOOT !!!!! I WILL ATTACK THEM!!!! !??!?!??
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cosmic-nia · 3 months ago
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CHAT LOOOK
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THE GOOD EMPLOYEE JAX AU IS NOW A REALITY GUYS LETS GOOOOO /J /J
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velvet-apricots · 4 months ago
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Emmrich "fuck this lich in particular" Volkarin
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captmuldoon · 6 months ago
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So can we talk about how the first time we see Magnus on Terror he's standing in a beam of sunshine, just about to meet Tom Hartnell for the first time? That the last time they meet, on sun-bleached stones, Hartnell's entire posture and expression softens as soon as he sees Magnus? That the last thing Hartnell says is his name? That Magnus watches Hartnell move towards him as if no one else exists and is immediately killed for it? That Magnus died never knowing what Hartnell wanted to say to him?
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ladyofchroyane · 4 months ago
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Lyanna was a very privileged girl who was indulged by her family and was taught how to joust- stop right there. You are basically going directly against canon:
‘Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it.’ (AGOT, Arya II)
Lyanna was clearly not indulged more than any other female noble child in this world was.
And since she wasn’t allowed to carry a sword it’s obvious that she was also not allowed to joust, which means she was taught in secret or was entirely self taught.
‘Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from the pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.’ (ADWD, Bran III)
These two characters in Bran’s vision are obviously a young Lyanna and Benjen, and it’s quite clear that she was not supposed to be doing this.
So, sorry, but Lyanna’s family had gendered expectations of her like any other noble family—the only difference between the Starks and most others comes from the fact that Lyanna decided to defy these expectations.
The only reason she was so good at ‘male activities’ was because of her own noncompliance. Attributing her deeds as the Knight of the Laughing Tree to naivety/childish idealization of knighthood and the indulgment of men instead of acknowledging her own hard work she was forced to keep secret is oh so feminist of you 🙄
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bethorwhateverr · 3 months ago
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Omg George is streaming on twitch, he was watching tiktoks and an edit of him came up and he went “5 minutes and a hair tie, that’s all I need”
Girlies, gays and theys let me tell you I felt ATTACKED
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