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nobody-nexus · 8 months ago
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My hand hurts today
So I bestow upon thee: A meme I made like a week ago
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very-uncorrect · 7 months ago
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I drew a human!Max design because I'm procrastinating
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sieveiiz · 11 months ago
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little doodle thing to get in the habit of drawing regularly. yeah 🥲👍
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weird-will · 6 months ago
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*POV. Your me, scrolling through insta when you find this funky little Diddy called Harpy Hare.*
"Oh hey this song is kinda catchy!"
Two days later I'm fucking sketching a Meadowlark oc...
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Semi based on this lil guy I made in picrew X
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Las creaturas
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@awakenthebeing i got too silly, drew sooo many creaturas, i love them too much
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the-spooky-children · 1 year ago
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1 for Susie! It's a very her expression I think
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I agree, it's definitely "her"
Drew her in a flowy top/dress because we've only seen her wearing what I presume to be loungewear (and the Halloween costumes) and I like creating outfit designs for characters so so much
Time taken: 20 minutes
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coolmakerthing · 7 months ago
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Here's Atsushi Nakajima from Bungou stray dogs. I tried drawing him in a similar artstyle to Sakisayaka https://www.instagram.com/sakisayaka/?hl=en
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vex-vexey · 8 months ago
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In Umbrum Luna est.
Inspired once again by @skyscrapergods
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The Moon is a beacon in the dark, a soft light guiding the beings of the world. She is the one who guards and creates dreams, so the denizens of Equus may slumber peacefully. She gracefully paints the sky with stars, giving rise to wonder in many hearts.
But the Moon, as we all know, has a dark side.
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled the land. They ascended beyond mortality and grew in power and size.
The elder, the Sun Sister, was loved and regaled as lifebringer and the lucky star. Her voice was seen as a boon of luck, indicating that you would live long. If your foal was born at sunrise on a Sun's Day, your foal would only know happiness. The mortals of Equus sang of Her, whispering prayers and bestowing love and devotion upon Her.
The younger, the Moon Sister, wasn't so lucky.
In times long past, nights were seen as something to be feared. Creatures dangerous to mortals were awake by night, stealing away precious lives in the dark. What stars She danced with were regarded as ill omens, giving rise to foul prophecies. The dreams She crafted were said to be bad luck, a sign of your life ending. It was said that if the Moon spoke to you, you were cursed, and your legacy would be that of a heretic.
Thus, the Moon was shunned, reviled, and hated. But legends give rise to power.
As the Sun had life and luck woven into Her magic, the Moon had curses, death and ill fate piled onto Herself, and those legends began to change Her. Her Voice went unheard, Her patterned sky unseen and Her dreams unloved. Isolated from the mortals She loved so much, the Moon grew resentful.
We created our own self-fulfilling prophecy.
The Fall of the Moon was a tragedy of our own making. Now that our nights are filled with warm, restful sleep once more, heed this warning, filles and colts of the future.
We must never pile fear and hate onto our Goddesses. For fear begets fear, and hate begets hate.
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Excerpt of Advanced Divine History, taught by Dr. Moondancer, tenured professor at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns
55 Anno Harmonia
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risibledeer · 10 months ago
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I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol
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somnimagus · 1 year ago
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My page for @destinytriofanzine! I drew something about kids always dreaming of far off places
[id in alt!]
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byfulcrums · 2 years ago
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Seeing people saying that Satoru doesn't actually care about Suguru and that the only reason Kenjaku caught him was bc he was surprised to see a person he killed alive is fucking wild, man
Like. Gojo's entire life revolves around Geto. The entire series happens because he loved Suguru too much to kill him, even though he knew he would have to do it eventually. The world literally went to shit because he wasn't over him
Geto Suguru's life would be completely unimportant to the story without Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru's would be completely unimportant without Geto Suguru. They complement each other. They need each other
Two male betta fishes can't coexist. They will fight and one will die. They can't see each other — even if they're in different tanks, they won't be able to live. They'd eventually tire each other out, resulting in death. The only way for Satoru and Suguru's lives to be able to continue without the other would've been for them to never have met at all. And they can't be together. Not now, not ever again. Not while they're still alive. Not after everything that's happened
The entire story revolves around their relationship. Yuuji is a boy who ate a curse('s finger[s]), and Megumi is the prodigy who befriends him. Satoru is a prodigy, the strongest, and Suguru, the boy whose technique is eating curses, befriends him. The Jujutsu Kaisen story is all about parallels and they all connect to fucking Satosugu. It's all about them
The only reason Kenjaku's plan worked is because the body he used didn't belong to some random person Gojo killed, it worked because the body he used was Geto Suguru's, Gojo's one and only, his best friend. He must be thinking “Thank god they're gay” right now lmao
Gojo fucking hesitated. He hesitated multiple times when it came to Geto. He was supposed to kill him, yet he let him go. He has the Six Eyes, he could've easily tracked him down. He probably could tell if he was nearby (he can recognize Suguru from his scent) and just didn't go looking for him. And he could've so very easily escaped the trap that was set up for him, he was going to run away from it because we see him about to take that step but then Suguru's body shows up and says “Yo, Satoru!” with Suguru's voice and Satoru freezes and hesitates
They weren't able to let go of each other even after years of being separated (like a decade). When they meet, Suguru still greets Satoru warmly
Suguru is pretty much Satoru's moral code. He was the only person Satoru took at least mildly seriously pre-Toji (and we know Satoru just didn't do serious back then). He actually took his words to heart. He was kind, of course (especially from Suguru's PoV, since he's the person that knows him most), and not a bad person, but he wasn't nice. Suguru was always the ‘nice(r) one’, the one who actually had a moral code, while Satoru was more of an asshole to literally everyone and everything (some more, some less), thinking he and Suguru were above everyone else
When Suguru finally snaps (which, honestly. Fair) and goes genocidal (not so fair), Satoru slowly starts to be somewhat nicer and starts applying Suguru's old moral code to his own being — their roles weren't exactly reversed, but now they're not together anymore, so they might as well be. And Suguru was shown for having faith in the school and its system while it was Satoru the one who absolutely abhorred the higher-ups and all kinds of authority, but then it ended up with Suguru being the one to leave and become a cult leader with the blood of hundreds on his hands while Satoru was the one that stayed behind in the same place of the people he despises so much
(Imagine someone saying something like “Sometimes I doubt you even have a moral code” and Gojo answers with “Oh, my best friend my one and only is pretty much my moral code. He went homicidal a while back but it's okay haha” “...Actually, that explains a few things”)
Gojo doesn't have a god complex, but I wouldn't blame him if he did. I mean, he might as well be the closest thing to god human beings have ever seen. He used to put himself above everyone else, when he was a teenager. He thought that, the higher he was, the more he could do. And no one was better than him. But not Suguru. Back then, it wasn't “I'm the strongest” it was “We're the strongest and “We're the best” and “We're the ones that will beat you” and “We're the duo” and it was all about “us, us, us, us, us” instead of “me, me, me, me” like people thought it was — they were a pair. They still are
We know people thought and still think of Gojo as a weapon. As something that must be controlled, because on the moment he decides he doesn't want to be around them anymore, he could just straight up kill then without any effort (but getting rid of people in positions of power only gets other people in positions of power and it'll be a neverending story, and Gojo knows this so he's trying to do his best to fix it all through the younger generation, by letting them live). And we also know that Suguru is one of the very few people who did not believe that at all
Like their personalities and characters and stories and literally everything, their names complement each other. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are such similar names, I get them mixed up all the time (the amount of times I've called them “Gojo Suguru” and “Geto Satoru” is embarassing. Also, “Saturu”. “Goto”. “Gejo”. Ugh). Both of their last names start with a G, end with an O and have 4 letters. Both of their given names start with an S, end with an U and have 6 letters. They complement each other. They need each other
The only times we've seen Gojo with an expression of actual pure, raw emotion is when it's about Geto. When he finds out about what Geto did, when he realizes how thin and wrong Geto looks, when he sees him again for what we assume to be the first time in years, when he dies, when a thing wearing his corpse and using his voice greets him (“Yo, Satoru!” oh my god)
Suguru was able to fight back when in Kenjaku's control after Satoru said his name. Kenjaku himself says that had never happened before
And you don't even have to see them as romantic. You don't have to ship them if you don't want to. But you can't deny that they care about each other more than they will ever care about anyone else
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exophreak · 2 years ago
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HEY LOOK IT'S THAT THING FROM ULTRAKILL
i haven't even played the game proper, but i found myself overcome by my love for robots :]
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j-rye · 7 months ago
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bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666
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spotaus · 25 days ago
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The brothers meet again
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Ohhh my gods, this one was so daunting (I don't like backgrounds 😭) but it was so fun!!! This scene is going to be like. The really fun dramatic one when I get around to writing it, but for now here's a piece for it instead!!
Very quick explanation for those who haven't seen my insane rambles: Dream was about to kill Killer (finish him off) when Nightmare bursts out of hiding to get between them!
Now, bonus stuff!
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^ He's actually very handsome <3
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^Thinner version with a crop I like better??
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^ I had to check sizing a few times (but Killer is angled so idk if it really helped?) And I just thought this was REALLY funny
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^ Just the twins!
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nekrosmos · 29 days ago
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Oh I'm getting NikPrice thoughts with Price being trans.
Price who transitioned early and was lucky enough to easily pass. He's tall, jaw sharp, voice deep, grew facial hair pretty quickly. It was his well-kept secret, and that was it.
And then came Nikolai. Older, smart, handsome Nikolai, who looked at Price like he was the most beautiful thing in the entire world, who stayed by John's side whenever he needed him, whose attraction to him was barely concealed. John never allowed himself to reciprocate those feelings, even if deep down he shared them. He couldn't, he didn't want him, of all people, to know.
Years, decades of this. They aged together, still alive despite everything, and the regrets grew more and more unbearable. Even then, all these years later, Nikolai still looked at John the same way, dark eyes staring lovingly at him when he thought John wasn't paying attention, a deep sadness hidden behind his gentle smile.
Even someone as stubborn as John cracks eventually, and he does, one day, late at night, after sharing a few drinks with Nik in his Black Hawke. Nik stares at him for what seems like an eternity, searching for approval in John's blue eyes, his face slowly approaching his after obtaining it, and their lips finally meet, barely touching at first, both of them shy, uncertain, the moment suspended in time, but eventually closing the gap, a gentle kiss saying more than either of them could at the moment.
It takes them a while, then, to break the silence that follows. John's hands are tightly gripping the fabric of his pants around the knees, fingers digging into them as he looks down, while Nikolai stares at him, trying to understand.
When he asks him if everything is okay, it takes everything in John to not run away. He doesn't, instead taking a long, deep breath, and starts talking.
Once done, he just looks at the floor, feeling numb, a two decade old anxiety replaced by a feeling of emptiness, almost at peace with what is to come, like a soldier accepting his death.
"I know." Is all Nikolai answers, his fingers tentatively brushing against John's, dark eyes staring at his worried face in the dark.
"You do?" Price's voice is quiet, broken, his eyes meeting Nik's, searching for an answer. The gentleness on Nikolai's face is almost enough to break him, here and there.
"I saw the scars, a long time ago. I'm sorry, John."
There is a lot Price needs to think about, a lot he wants to say, a lot he wants to do. He smiles weakly, opening his hands and letting Nik intertwine his fingers with his, the warmth of his skin almost feeling like another kiss. This time, he's the one leaning forward and placing his lips against Nik's, the Russian accepting it, a gentle hand leaving his and letting his fingers brush against Price's beard.
The two men will have a lot to talk about, eventually. For now, however, all they can do is start making up for lost time in the safety of Nikolai's helicopter.
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vulpinesaint · 5 months ago
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Venom + Kissing Death by MOTHICA
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