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coming out of the closet as a kenstewy girl before season 4 starts ……..I drew this while listening to lana’s ‘did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd’ album im :) fine :)
#it’s half 3 in the morning I HATE myself but I did some Good self indulgent drawing#so….I guess that’s good#I want Kenstewy to be canon in s4 and to forgive each other and kill logan with tomgreg#okay I’m gonna honk shoo mimimi now#kenstewy#kendall Roy#stewy hosseini#succession#succession hbo#hope you spot the little details and things I put#stewys slutty ankles and little espresso#Kendall and his water trauma /suicidal stuff eeek#THAT scene obviously#what I want to happen
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th unsettling knights r kissing in the dungeon, m'lord.
#my art#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#laios touden#kabru of utaya#labru#th smorch is based on tht one brokeback mountain scene. oh the desperstion of it all#mostly unserious but. a little bit serious also they are so touch starved#that laios is so dinky it is th first one i drew. he has no clothes on. of course. obviously.
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FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#michael afton#pit bonnie#fnaf oswald#into the pit#fnaf sister location#william afton#SO THERES this concept I saw (and I also thought of) going around#and that’s the idea how pit Bonnie treats Oswald is similar to how William treated Michael#obviously not all the chasing and more spooky monster parts#but specifically a lot of the at home scenes#where pit Bonnie acts normalism almost like a stern father#I like this idea a lot it’s very interesting to think about#I can imagine Michael actually meeting the pit and being like yeah that’s like my dad#like that’s how he mostly remembers him too#it’s kinda funny and kinda sad#Oswald definitely just feel so lucky to have his dad#Oswald fr got the better end of the ‘fnaf parents’ stick 💀#love you Michael deserve so much more than you got 💜
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Kink isn’t shameful because of the weird sex stuff. That part’s rad. It’s shameful because it is technically improv.
#15k edit: this is not about consent this is about not being able to think of good dialogue mid-scene#obviously you establish and stick to boundaries
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smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))
#i changed it from 'looking' to 'staring' tho bc 'looking' wasnt intense enough for sebs vibes LMFAO#also i originally didnt draw clora with her hairclip since this is before theyre together obviously#but then i decided this could be after he gives it to her/confesses and during the time shes nervously avoiding him LOL#i put way too much consideration into when this scene redraw could canonically fit into my own canon LMAO#need to draw more pining seb before they get together tho I LOVE ITTTTT.... seb being flustered and desperate is just 😩🤌#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#ominis gaunt#anne sallow#clora clemons#sebastian x mc#samantha dale#choccyart#clora and cho both being in ravenclaw and having alliteration names that start with C🤝🤝🤝#love the random girl on the left idk who she is or if shes even friends with clora but she just wants the tea and girl same
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St. Hilarion's ghost story
#payneland#edwin x charles#dead boy detectives#dbda#pre canon angst brought to you by the weirdo who's always drawing post canon fluff#something about oral tradition and old timey slang#i took quite a lot of decisions with this one so buckle up#first of all the female ghost keeps edwin's eyes color because there's still some truth to the legend#the background is the same shade of green to reference hell#just like it is when he's having his flashback#alive charles is dressed all in black because he's not a happy boy#i also made it so that he grips his clothes when his mate punches him even as it's intended to be friendly#because well#these people will end up killing him so it's less friendly when you remember THAT#charles obviously doesn't mean anything by the mary ann comment#he doesn't know the slang meaning and just blurted out what he remembered from the legend#he will find out reach some conclussions and go punch a wall about it probably#about edwin tho his escape is still very recent and he didn't expect this#but even so early on he knows charles means no harm and allows himself to be comforted#it wasn't intentional but hey edwin shruggin off charles' touch is a good parallel to that one scene after charles “kills” the night nurse
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Part 2/2
By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.
In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.
So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.
When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.
He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.
The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.
The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.
It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.
And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.
However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.
Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:
Children.
Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.
Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.
They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.
It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.
When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:
Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.
Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.
"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.
Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.
He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.
Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.
He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.
Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.
He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.
He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.
"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.
He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.
All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?
#OKAY SO YOU KNOW THAT ONE SCENE IN THE BOOK OF BILL OR SMTH WHERE THEY SHOW ALL THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE VERSION OF DIPPER AND MABEL#WHEN THEY WEREN'T AS LUCKY AS THEIR ORIGINAL COUNTERPARTS#THAT'S WHO STAN MEETS HERE#I need you people to know that I had to rewrite this whole thing like 3 times because my dumbass#was writing a whole ass fic in TUMBLR DRAFTS so obviously it kept deleting itself <3#but it was worth it for the Stan angst <3#watch how many trigger warnings I can fit in this post#tw child death#tw death#tw dead animals#tw graphic description#tw graphic violence#tw graphic#tw body horror#tw scopophobia#tw gore#TELL ME IF I GOTTA TAG MORE!!#gravity falls#gravity falls au#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#dipper pines#mabel pines#pines twins#absolutely not beta read- so if there are any grammar mistakes or plot holes... shhhhhh you saw nothing...#my writing#my fic#my art
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Speaking of a lesbian Shen Yuan, let's just get it out of the way this woman would NOT know how to act after transmitgation. Like, all it took for a male Shen Yuan to start acting like the world's biggest babygirl was dying and being reborn into a villain's body, what do you think would happen if he was a closeted lesbian who religiously consumed either porn or male centric media? She'd commit war crimes on the poor women who had the luck of interacting with her. This woman would squeeze Liu Qingge's biceps and playfully say she can always depend on her strong shimei to protect her, she'd U-haul a marriageble age Luo Binghe into her side room and treat her as one would a wife, she'd host her sect leader to talk about her peak's budget wearing exactly two layers because it's just so hot and we're all women here shijie, she'd invite Gongyi Xiao to her peak with a smile and too much subtext for it to sound like a simple discipline invite to anyone hearing it, she'd call Zhuzi-lang fascinating to her face with no type of irony or mockery. This woman would would do all that AND still think think someone means lebanese when they say they're a lesbian, again, the system doesn't know what type of evil they unleashed upon the PIDW world
#shen qingqiu#Shen Yuan#luo binghe#liu qingge#yue qingyuan#gongyi xiao#zhuzi lang#Svsss#scum villain#scum villans self saving system#Of course she's only acting that way with the women to be friendly#the only thing is that her examples of female friendships are whatever the fuck Kim possible and Shego had going on#and those fanservice hot springs scenes in anime where the women would lowkey start flirting with each other#and why is she only that way with the women you may ask? Bc all the men belong to Lbh obviously
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ok but can we please talk about Vox's dumb goofy nerdy little sweater vest right here? bc im obsessed with it
#hazbin hotel#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#vox the tv demon#hazbin hotel s1#vox#radiostatic#staticradio#like the context around vox in this scene is very radiostatic obviously this one image isn't so much
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very straightforward redraw because this quest and this whole scene have been ON my mind.
#fenhawke#fenris#hawke#garret hawke#dragon age 2#da2#dragon age#da2 fanart#dragon age fanart#itseart#im sure everything that can be said about this scene has been said but ohh my god.#obviously its funny that fenris says that and then we get this long silent cut of mage hawke with his big wet puppy eyes#before fenris gets overwhelmed and leaves#but like the self loathing in the statement? thats the meat#at least thats how i interpreted it#im right at the end of act two right now. i love their messy relationship.#and i just played the legacy dlc and brought fenris with me... he's so charmingly awkward in between the horrors#“thank you for... bringing me along again hawke”#“why wouldnt i? the more the merrier”#“i just.. am pleased. to see you :)”#varric hitting him with the ooookay gay boy HELLP#the shading on hawke's clothes is lackluster i lost steam around that point lmao#EDIT: forgot to image describe now its up
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Unforeseen learning opportunity!
(wikitionary to explain the scar)
(bonus)
#for dazai *and* a lot of you probably#and as usual: fill in the context behind the scene as you please#dazai scars: big slash from the old boss' scythe in fifteen + bullet to the abdomen from fyodor + a bunch of random encounters#chuuya scars: top/bottom surgeries + sb bullet/torture + old boss' scythe through the wrist + one random side scar#with thanks to story for having my back during the making of this one kjsdfhskdjhfdsk#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd chuuya#bsd nakahara chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd dazai osamu#skk#soukoku#nawy's comics#scars#cw scars#nothing obviously self-inflicted just accidents/fights and surgical stuff + very stylized
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every now and then i look back on this GIF i have of nalu during tartaros arc and cry about how this particular scene alone solidifies the beauty of their relationship (natsu holding lucy's hand gently in the face of chaos and panic did wonders to my heart)
#i make it a commitment to rewatch this whenever i miss them#this was The nalu moment for me#my roman empire#no because obviously if they didn't want to get separated natsu should've grabbed her hand a bit more aggressively. locking fingers and shi#BUT NO. he shifted his approach and took her hand GENTLY AND THE BEAUTY OF THAT CLOSEUP GETS TO ME EVERY TIME#he was so gentle 😭#it gives me so much butterflies. i love this scene so so so much#YES I MISS NALU and in going crazy about them Again because 100YQ is back#it's his hand istg. the way his hand desperately tries to reach her and then it shifts to hold her hand like that#because what was bro trying to hold... he didnt grab her hand. he just held it. and i lose my mind thinking about this every time#i lvoe them in case i wasnt clear enough#nalu#fairy tail#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#natsu x lucy#ft thoughts#mine
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Things I will never be normal about: Dean dropping to his knees by Cas' body. And staying there??? When his brother ran to face the Devil's son. Alone????? But Dean didn't. He just dropped to his knees. Shattered. Unable to leave his husband's Cas' body
And people have audacity to say Dean wasn't in gay love with the angel
#insane scene from an insane episode of an insane show#but all this is strictly platonic obviously#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#widower arc#spn 12x23#supernatural
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: Season 1 ↳ "Oh, the misery."
#arcane#arcaneedit#arcane league of legends#jinx#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#ekko#vi#vi arcane#silco#silco arcane#cassandra#cassandra kiramman#jayce#jayce talis#viktor#viktor arcane#mylo#type: gif#claggor#media: arcane#s1 ep3#s1 ep6#s1 ep7#s1 ep9#oh and normie coloring this time i did nothing fancy for this edit lol#ngl they were so insane for that caitlyn to cassandra transition i fuckin screamed LMFAOOOO#this gifset is aka all the times i cried or screamed FUCKKKKKKKKKK when i watching the show#there obviously were more scenes but these were at the top of my head lmao
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challengers twitter pointed out something very cool: art's coach speaking to him in german!
the subs says "just invite her to serve." (which doesn't make any sense? and art doesn't even go to her after that lmao?) but he apparently actually says "wirf den ball etwas höher." which means "throw the ball a little higher.".
so art knows what patrick's house looks like which means he went there, he understands when his coach speaks to him in german and he's the only one who can pronounce "zweig", a german surname, the right way.
art learning german for patrick and spending holidays with him and his family is canon, i don't make the rules.
#challengers#art donaldson#patrick zweig#idk if a lot of people actually noticed that but i didn't so!!#showing intimacy in such subtle ways... challengers knows how to talk to me#artrick#patrickart#artpatrick#“ZWWWWEIG” lol#anyway putting little nice things like this for non english speakers only to understand is so cool#this with germans#pensiero stupendo for italians#“l'oeuf” track (beach scene) being pronounced “love” for the french#to me; a french person; “l'oeuf” sounds more like “laugh” but i don't see why it would be called like that#and “love” obviously fits the track and their discussion on the beach wayyyy more so#anyway i love it#idk if i prefer art learning german for patrick OR patrick teaching art some german#art wanting to learn SO patrick taught him is the best i think
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You ever have those moments where an idea just... won't leave your head?
#dcu#batman#bruce wayne#green arrow#oliver queen#fake tweets#things I was not able to adequately convey in the format:#obviously Bruce's reasoning is really a lot closer to Ollie's but Bruce has a secret identity to maintain and Ollie... well#I don't know if you can make it out but his twitter profile pic is him in the Green Arrow costume and that's not accidental#also I am pretty sure that Bruce does just have the first airing date of The Price is Right saved in a corner of his mind palace#just in case it's ever relevant to a case#and he's angry at Ollie because Ollie knows that and also knows Bruce can't admit it because it would raise too many questions#also I did consider an extra scene where they tag-team harass Lex#but it just didn't sound right to me#also I put a whole load of Green Arrow references in here#Q-Core N_Singh and H_Fyff are all from the Nu52 Green Arrow runs#albeit Naomi and Henry are at least in the good Nu52 runs#obviously this is post-Snowbirds Don't Fly/Hard Travelling Heroes in general so Oliver is trolling Hal and setting up needle exchanges#and even Hal explaining to Ollie what Twilight is is a reference to one of the most dated things about the Arrow pilot:#the extremely tacky Twilight joke#anyway hope you enjoyed!
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