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juiche · 9 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

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canisalbus · 4 months

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✦ Freshly ordained ✦

#a packless dog will happily accept his collar or something like that #own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #maybe you might benefit from a little bit of context in this case #Machete becomes a priest at around 20 or so #he has trained all his life for this goal #he has worked himself to the bone and sacrificed so much #because he believes it would make him respectable and worthy and give his life a purpose and meaning #he gets his very first cassock from the tailor's and it immediately fits like a second skin #for the first time ever he feels like something he wears actually makes him look kind of nice #the hard part is over it'll be smooth sailing from here on out #there's a period in Vasco's and Machete's lives where they were apart for almost a decad #they met in their late teens when they were both studying in the same university in Venice #became friends and then lovers #but had to separate when Machete graduated and Vasco dropped out #Machete was ordained as intended and Vasco followed his father into politics #they meet again unexpectedly in their early 30's thanks to their similar jobs #Machete had became a cardinal secretary of state and Vasco was a Florentine diplomat #this takes place shortly after he had lost contact with Vasco and before he reconnects with him again

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after-out-of-place · 6 months

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Slick Soliloquy

Today was supposed to be different. The name's Grr'glegolyb - though most folks call me Bubble-Glub. I intentionally ended up deep below the surface of San Bearino. What's not intentional is being in the back of a rail maintenance vehicle, with the windows smashed and the lights turned off - think those got damaged by the same thing that caused the tunnel behind us to collapse. The windows sure were. This ain't exactly the kind of situation an ex-bartender slash musician slash manager slash impromptu duck whisperer would find themselves in on any day - hell, the least strange thing about today is having DD in my lap, her arms around my waist and her head on my shoulder. ******

The day began in 'Our Place': it's a quiet coffee corner, doing its Sunday best to blend a dark academic vibe with dark roasted coffee beans. At least that's my take on it. I ain't much a morning person, but the familiarity of the two lovebirds running the place gives me time to reflect on my own life in the present. That, and a cup of coffee so strong you practically have to wrestle the liquid in the hopes of it giving you the boost you're looking for. It's just how I like it.

All of the crew were around that morning. Dee had some time after dropping her sister off at the University - Dee's been sticky with me ever since the whole thing with CC happened - not that I'm complaining, as both a slime-folk and her main squeeze. It did make the events of that morning far more bitter than the coffee I'd been wrestling with, however: she wasn't supposed to see me like that - hell, none of 'em were. It still strikes me as odd to have folks care so deeply; to have them look further than skin-deep and not recoiling once they do.

The new advertisement on the billboard outside hurt in all kinds of ways, with the sort of sickly buzzing neon letters usually reserved for a dive bar making sure every man, woman, in-between and beyond be aware of the Mūci|agenIX - "a mall of the ages past, present and future!" - with the new location being in an old district of San Bearino. That's in my old stomping grounds, as it were. I hadn't been there in ages, but the idea of some slick CEO bulldozing a slice of history like that made me sick to my soul. I had to go there. Alone. I'm the kinda person who deals with their own mess in their own time, always have been, and the way my composure slipped that morning like a slick porcelain cup from between my fingers to shatter on the cold floor below still bothers me.

I didn't tell 'em the why. It's a personal matter, the kind of trouble reserved for only one pair of shoulders to carry. But as it turns out, if the person with the most chill suddenly loses it all from looking at a bright neon sign, it doesn't jive with any of the crew. I could tell it bothered Dee the most - we'd been working on some things, together, but I'm not ready to make those slender shoulders do any heavy lifting after what happened back on her home turf. I know deep down that DD can handle herself, it ain't her I'm the most worried about.

None of them budged: I'd asked them repeatedly whether they'd want to hang back and sit this one out. Wallace had the shortest, most clear answer: a swiftly raised pair of middle fingers. He's a clever kid, knows I'm used to talking to birds.

Still hadn't told them the why. They'd stopped asking once I finally led them out there and to an old access tunnel to the underground. Or rather, they never asked - I told them it was a personal thing and they respected that boundary. In all the years I've been around I didn't stop to think that sort of trust existed, let alone between the most eclectic bunch of folks I've had the pleasure of being friends with. Not that yours truly ain't an odd duck, themselves.

I retraced my steps through the old stomping grounds, and under them. Muscle memory, for as far as that carries one such as myself. Plenty of memories to go off of, some more faded than others. Forgotten memories make way for new ones - much like new life, plant and otherwise, growing under the threat of becoming corporate sludge trapped under a new mall. To that extent, turns out the ratfolk had been busy with corpo sabotage, delaying the mall being built - they're good folk, similar interests to mine outside of music. They ain't much for jazz. Or the band in general. We'd have been at a impasse if it hadn't been for the note from … Well. That's personal. ******

I'd have called the rail maintenance vehicle a blessing in disguise - but it'd have been left to rot if it'd just been myself. Also happens to be that more than one machine down underground still had juice in it. I should've figured, that green glow didn't match mine. That mechanical squid thing must've been built to level the place from the inside-out - it sure tried. The only thing it got good was the vehicle. Deep down I'm glad none of the band sat this one out. I guess I'd call them all a blessing in their own right: they've all got their unique merits. Turns out that both Wallace and Sila can damn near drive anything that moves; Chritty's resourceful as all hell; Horace continues being the best button-pusher this side of San Bearino; and DD … DD's got one hell of a set of vocal chords on her (It's one of her better features, but admittedly not the one I pay the most attention to).

If neither of them had been around, chances are I'd not be in the back of this vehicle. Sure, the lights are off. Sure, the windows are smashed and there's glass all over the place. And yeah, the tunnel behind us collapsed under the weight of a mechanical monstrosity dumb enough to smash the very tunnel it's in. But DD's in my lap, her arms around my waist and her head on my shoulder. The band's all here.

#mmnmm #after out of place #AOoP: Bubble-Glub #*this post is best enjoyed with a cup of coffee and jazz noir*

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salamispots · 1 year

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do you think Link's used the master sword to chop up veggies

#fandom feels #artists on tumblr #legend of zelda #takes place sometime after botw and before totk?#sequential #comics #went a little art feral today hsjdfjd #wheezing laughing #was trying to figure out noises for the sheikah pad ??

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adaki · 2 months

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Sry I’m late, I was being held in a maximum security prison on a secluded island and they had no wifi.

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tawnysoup · 26 days

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the fritter (frin critter)

#inspo struck right after posting the last two. some kind of a hermit crab. a snail #they think they look all cool and mysterious under their safety shelter but if u remove it they're a disastrous puffball of uncombed fur #the hat is not accurate to an adult human btw. i tried to put them in a full size hat and they were lost forever. this is a child sized hat #they need to swap out for bigger hats as they grow #MY FRIENDS WROTE AND DREW SO MUCH FOR THE FRITTER I HOPE THEY CAN REBLOG AND ADD BC THEYRE SO GOOD <3 #we started making a whole au about critter species in the wild and how they interact and survive. very fascinating.#i need to collect all the worldbuilding into one place eventually. rn all i'll say is.. overworked odile petsmart employee (tealgoat's idea #isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #my art #a6se/twohats (this tag only) implication then is that loop is bald i guess aksdks. loop = wild shorthair. fritter = domestic longhair.

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bluerosefox · 2 months

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Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #good mom Talia?#Good mom Talia. Yes #Astrophel means Star Lover btw #Sterling means Little Star or Excellent #Deaged Ellie #Deaged Dani #Danny either faked his death or got yeet from the Pits to Amity #does he remember? Idk leaving it open ended #if he does remember he chose not to return cause he knew he'd be punished #Talia comes to Amity after so many years because the League finally got reports of 'Lazarus' like creatures/waters being used/seen #Is she League leader now? Idk again leaving it open ended for anyone to play with #does she kept it a secret when talks to Danny about everything? I think so if he asks her not to say anything #Talia is happy to see her son again after so long. She isnt happy about how Ellie came into his life but is happy to have a granddaughter #she totally holds Ellie everytime she visits and promises to teach her how to make the world fall into her chubby little hands #Ellie loves her Granmama Talia cause she tells stories of all the places she's been #Eventually though I can see someone. Maybe Damian or Bruce. Needing to speak with Talia about something #and they track her down when she's on a visit to Danny and Ellie. And well the secret is out.#dani phantom #danielle phantom #Dani is Ellie

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ifyoucandaniel · 3 months

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ummm so have y’all seen that GQ photo shoot…?

this is sort of a joke for @bluelotuswrites fic The Hellblazer’s Apprentice on a fun way for bruce to find out jason is in fact alive and well. it’s also just an excuse to draw all blades jason shirtless bc i’m a hoe 😔

edit: now with fic!!! please go check out blues fun fic about model jason!