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squidflavoredsoup · 5 months
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jd doodle requests from twt
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^^MY MOOTIE REQUESTED THIS ONE OF MY GUY GRUB N JD
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kosmic-kalamity · 3 months
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been a minute since i've drawn these two
(bonus doodle under the cut)
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introverted-ghost · 4 months
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So I don’t have any trolls mutuals…
Reply to this post if you want to be trolls mutuals :3
Edit: hey guys, sorry but this is done. It’s amazing that so many of you wanted to be mutuals with me, I wasn’t expecting that at all r but it really is just too much at this point. Stresses me out and all that crap. So yeah I’m sorry but this is closed :(
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defiedfate · 4 months
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disast3r4rtist · 4 months
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RONANDORY TANGLED AU 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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This is my Au of John and my oc Ronan
Ronan is Rapunzel while John Dory is Flynn/Eugene
And clay is morally gray hehe (hes the one on the second drawing.)
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markantonys · 3 months
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balefire is the pattern's equivalent of me quitting my sims game without saving. the pattern's favorite sim mat gets himself killed doing something stupid it did not tell him to do and it goes "ah shit, this is messing up my storyline, gotta relaunch the game to before that happened"
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jtmportland · 1 year
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It’s Thursday! Haven’t done this in a while, so here’s another old scan.
This photo was taken October, 1989. I was visiting a friend in Oakland, California. A sunny morning, his cat Mango in the window, and a red 1957 T-Bird parked on the street. I was in love.
Two days later, the Loma Prieta earthquake would cause catastrophic damage to the Bay Area.
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frederickjones · 1 year
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𝓜ʸˢ𝙏𝙀ᴿ𝘠    𝐈𝐍𝐂.        ˚  〜 ₊   ✿      ˖     𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽.
Fᴿᴱᴰ... (i)      1.   the virgin suicides (1999) dir. sofia coppola    2.    society (1989) dir. brian yuzna    3.     the evil dead (1981) dir. sam raimi    4.     a nightmare on elm street 4: the dream master (1988) dir. renny harlin    5.     the burning (1981) dir. tony maylam     6.     the breakfast club (1985) dir. john hughes     7.     twin peaks (tv, 1990-2017)     8.    ryan phillippe    9.    mark-paul gosselaar    10.    scream (2022) dir.  matt bettinelli-olpin, tyler gillett    11.    the loved ones (2009) dir. sean byrne    12.    beetlejuice (1988) dir. tim burton   13.    the x files (tv, 1993-2018)    14.    martin solveig feat. dragonette - boys & girls    15.    back to the old house - the smiths   16.    scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004) dir. raja gosnell 
Vᴱᴸᴹᴬ... (ii)     1.    mirror mirror (1990) dir. marina sargenti    2.    vampire in brooklyn (1995) dir. wes craven    3.    kilo kish    4.    detention (2011) dir. joseph kahn    5.    cherry falls (2000) dir. geoffrey wright    6.    the scream, 1893 by edvard munch    7.    the breakfast club (1985) dir. john hughes    8.    scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004) script by james gunn    9.    a nightmare on elm street 4: the dream master (1988) dir.   renny harlin    10.    bones (2001) dir. ernest dickerson    11.     le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain (2001) dir. jean-pierre jeunet    12.     the craft (1996) dir. andrew fleming    13.    ghost world (2001) dir. terry zwigoff    14.    susie searches (2023) dir. sophie kargman
Sᴴᴬᴳᴳʸ... (iii)    1.     clueless (1995) dir. amy heckerling    2.    detention (2011) dir. joseph kahn    3.    hereditary (2018) dir. ari aster     4.     basket case (1982) dir. frank henenlotter    5.    smiley face (2007) dir. gregg araki     6.    unicorn kid - boys of paradise     7.    heath ledger    8.    the new radicals - you've been brainwashed too   9.    narrow head - ash tray    10.   go (1999) dir. doug liman 
Dᴬᴾᴴᴺᴱ... (iv)   1.      the virgin suicides (1999) dir. sofia coppola    2.    hope sandoval    3.    death proof (2007) dir. quentin tarantino    4.    go (1999) dir. doug liman    5.    scooby doo 2: monsters unleashed (2004) dir. raja gosnell    6.    fiona apple    7.    britney spears    8.    hole - miss world    9.    frankenhooker (1990) dir. frank henenlotter     10.    texas chainsaw massacre: the next generation (1995) dir. kim henkel    11.     jawbreaker (1999) dir. darren stein    12.   clueless (1995) dir. amy heckerling    13.    vivian girls - take it as it comes    14.    juno (2007) dir. jason reitman    15.    skins (tv, 2007-2013)
NONMUTUALS DO NOT REBLOG  ✿
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adamanteine · 1 month
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thinking many thoughts about shams’ journey and clothing tonight:
shams mostly wearing lighter colors before the event of her losing her wings happened, especially light blue and beige which also reflects the association of youth, innocence and most importantly peace, she's always protected by her father and hasn't actually experienced life as it actually is
the first time shams starts wearing darker colors is actually once she comes back from the whole event, except she has put no care in choosing the dresses and clothes herself. she always loved picking dresses and talking about what she likes but she entered such a bad stage of depression that she has no more care for it which is also where her mother comes in
her mother is someone that let the misogny that surrounds them fully change the way she even views herself. not only does she feel like a victim but bc she hasnt properly healed from what happened to her, she lives by the way that every other woman has to live the same way as well
which is why she starts putting shams in more revealing dresses and at the age of 16 she is forced to act as adult while still dealing with her trauma but at the same time she never lets her mother pick any dresses that dont cover her upper back bc she cant bear to have anyone look at her scars and her mother's plan is literally to get her married which is where the revealing clothes come in place
it took her a few months but she starts to try and dress herself up more, like by her own choice. she doesn't quite feel like it which is why she starts wearing green all the time, the colors of her family and also what most monarchs used to wear just to try and fit in and just to pretend that she's fine. she also starts to wear coats over her dresses all the time bc after the long months of having her mother dress her up. she felt very uncomfortable with the way she was sexualized by so many, even if she's not wearing anything revealing
the more she starts to heal, the more she starts wearing red and black. red and black have always been a color of passion, sacrifice and authority. it is in direct opposition to the colors of her family but this was her statement: she has lost so much already that she will not lose anything else about herself. it's a public and private declaration that her interests are only about her and the people she cares about. this was her way to regain her power.
and as she grows older, she still wears those same two colors. she has learned how to love looking at clothing again so the occasional dresses for events and styling her armor happens, but she tends to pick those two colors the most. she has no problem wearing clothes that show her scars now and she's healed mostly, or at least she thinks she does because if anyone would mention anything that happened to her she would go absolutely insane <3
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mtvatlas · 2 months
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NOTE: This is Billy's general and frankly MAIN universe. it is HEAVILY inspired by the works of Joe Hill and a smidge of Neil Gaiman for vibes. The Night Road is an element of Joe Hill's works and their adaptations and is first mentioned in his novel Heart Shaped Box.
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Something happened to Billy all those years ago, what it was exactly he doesn’t say and no one who was around for it is either gone or conspicuously won’t talk about it. But he’s different now. Never been the same since— assuming he’s even alive. He certainly hasn’t been back there and if the people who knew him saw him, they’re not saying anything. It’s not clear if it’s because he doesn’t want to go or because he can’t go. There’s a story though, an urban myth really.
Here’s how it goes:
Back in the 80s there was this real hard glam rock kinda guy, real poster child for the whole 80s vibe— mullet, single earring, leather jacket, muscles, heavy metal, hot rod and a fuck you attitude. His name was Billy Hargrove and he was from California. His mom left him with his bastard of a dad when he was a kid then Billy got saddled him with a younger sister when he remarried. It wasn’t a good time for anyone but it was especially bad for Billy. See Mr. Hargrove was a real piece of work, he beat Billy just for looking at him wrong. Didn’t like anyone that wasn’t himself. And that made Billy mean too. When Billy was 17 things went really south and they ended up in some loser podunk midwest town to get away from the fall out. Billy got real angry after that. Drinking, fighting, sleeping around — the whole 9 yards — he really got wild. Like he had a death wish or something. And maybe he did seeing how things went.
So one night Billy had this date with some girl and he’s speeding along in his Camaro — as usual — and he doesn’t come back. It’s like he just drove into the night and got eaten up by it. Not so crazy either on those rural roads, all those trees and no street lights make it darker than dark. Most people thought he’d finally gotten into an accident somewhere or bailed out of town. But they never found a wreck and if he did skip town he’d left with nothing but the clothes on his back and a lot of very sellable shit behind — not exactly the actions of a dude who’s looking to head back to Malibu.
Only people could still hear his car roaring down the road. I mean you could NOT mistake this for anything else. Billy Hargrove was the only guy in town with a hot rod and the only one who drove like he wanted you to know he was coming for ya. His old man swore he heard it all the time, even as he had one foot out the door sayin’ he was dumping his wife and step-daughter and moving on to somewhere better. Every night he’d hear that fucking Camaro and sometimes in the day, sometimes just outside the bank where he worked as a security guard. Claimed he heard weird shit on the radio too, Billy’s heavy metal and some DJ talking about The Night Road. Said he heard screams of the damned. First he blamed the step-daughter for it but how the hell could she hack the airwaves? Finally he seemed to totally snap and said he was leaving this godless place and going somewhere better, somewhere a man like him deserved.
Never got somewhere better but he did get somewhere he deserved. He went missing one night, truck still in the driveway, headlights on and the driver’s door open. The only evidence was tire tracks. They matched Billy’s Camaro. They never found a body but his wife did get a call a few days later. It was Billy saying he’d took pops for a little bonding trip, wished her and the brat a nice life and hung up. She knew was a widow now and whatever trip they’d took it wasn’t any kind she’d ever understand. Or want to.
See whatever happened to Billy it made him different. Like some kinda fucking ghost rider or whatever. See there’s this road the NIGHT ROAD — it runs from from north to south following the I-95 but also it’s everywhere and it’s nowhere. Either way it ends in Florida cause you see it ends in HELL. And Florida’s pretty 1 for 1 on being Hell. To get on the Night Road there’s gotta be something a little dark in you, a little wrong, and once you’re on it you can get to places you never knew existed. It’s like Route 66 for the supernatural or something. And Billy? Billy’s on that road now, some kine of 80s grim reaper blaring Metallica while he comes to take someone to Hell.
He’s not Santa, he doesn’t have a naughty or nice list. No one really knows when he’s gonna show up or why most of the time. But if you piss him off or summon him well, we’ll never forget you. So if you’re ever driving on an empty road at night and suddenly there’s headlights behind you and a radio blaring, it just might be Billy Hargrove making his rounds on the Night Road. And maybe he’s there for you.
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I want to hug him 🥹
Comm by Bloo <3
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lava-lampa · 3 months
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Crystal People + Litol Trolls = ✨ This fella right 'ere ✨
Jasper redesign (+ her og design under the cut!) LET'S GOOOOO--
She's just a cheeky Nu-Disco Troll bounty hunter that gets in a lot of trouble and ends up biting more than she can chew in her little tale
But that's a story for another time *Wink Wonk*
playing around with how to render her hair was SO fun
Reblogs are appreciated!
My Linktree!
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muselexum · 10 months
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there’s fire in my blood
burn.
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merlinemrys · 10 months
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sometimes u just have to write an experimental rare pair fic that no one will read besides urself just to soothe ur soul
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shapeshyft · 4 months
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Bind my blades in salt & silence.
The Living Island. Named, Honoured, Hosted, Infested, Damned, Burned, Salted, and Dead.
Across history, the perils of nations like Krakoa have been made public affairs. The stuff of gossip & legend. The Triangle. The Trench. Roanoke, so on, so forth. It was a given that whenever a people sequestered themselves away on fanciful places, far from the watchful eye of 'existence', horrid things would befall them with nary a way out.
It seemed almost destined to be thus, and in no way, shape or form was Krakoa immune from the ever-churning tides of destiny. Hence, two mutants grabbing all of their at-hand effects, slipping through a gate toward Madripoor and then vanishing into the crowds like smoke on a warm breeze.
If any of you are still alive to read this, no hard feelings. You should've listened. - M.
But that was then. Ages, a world tour, and a gorgeous chalet in the foothills of Ibiza with around-the-clock at home staffers to tend to Irene later, and a gate that had long since forgotten the aura of survival at all costs, was gifted the taste one more time.
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❝ Look at that. Paradise in throes of Mass Resurrection... ❞ If ever there were reason to 'empathize' with human fear of Mutantkind, staring across a sea of grass littered with veritable corpses reacclimatizing to pulses was it.
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❝ Dexter. ❞ Her voice reached the young mutant's ears after her presence did. She could already see the 'wheels behind his eyes' spinning as he took her in, trying to find some no-doubt complicated marker in his system of systems to save himself.
She'd no time to indulge, instead resting a hand under his chin and forcing him to abandon his process to accommodate her.
❝ I'm looking for some people, Dex. I know you know where they are. ❞
Non-verbal, he stammered and sweated. He swallowed and sucked air, but he did not speak. To speak would be to 'relay info' from the card, and he - and... and she - ? She. Was squeezing his cheeks a bit harder, opening his mouth by keeping his jaw from closing.
❝ A general location. Are they near the east coast? ❞ A light squeeze, the hint of a whine of discomfort eking past parted lips. ❝ The west coast? ❞ A similar sound, tears began to well behind too-tired eyes. She did not relent. ❝ Did they find a way to leave, or - Oh. Oh, they're in the queue, aren't they? ❞
And then, as if the floodgates were sapped? ❝ONE OF THEM IS. THE OTHER IS LEAVING THE RECOVERY SUITE, HAVING BEEN SUCCESSFULLY RETURNED TO LIFE! PLEASE, MISS MYSTIQUE, ICAN'T-❞
And finally? Release.
Dexter is let go, two small beads of red on his cheeks drawing down toward his bruised jaw as Mystique turned away and off toward the heart of the isle. Irene had been correct. As usual. They had fought to the very end, and as such were low on the queue. Good. She might have time to catch one alone before the other found time to tie their hips together again.
@themckaytriarchy
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fanforged · 2 months
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beneath a sheen of black and crimson, qian's gaze simmers. she doesn't know how long she'd gone without her gear, but its weight draws a single bead of sweat down the nape of her neck. now, a willowy, prison - starved shadow of herself, she feels as green as she'd once been when first donning the armor. but, still, it makes her feel strong. it makes her feel connected to avatar kyoshi and the warriors and her village and the person she used to be.
she wonders, as she looks zuko in the eyes, why she feels so alone.
" i'd heard the fire lord's son was arrogant — that he was banished for disrespecting authority. but i suppose it only makes sense for that to extend towards those he wields authority against. " she sneers, a splitting image of kyoshi herself. " you destroyed my life. "
@banishmark asked : ' you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? '
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