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[mysterycitrus]

Duke hcs? 🤲

Headcanon A:  realistic

without realising it, he often thinks in negative space. as he sketches, he finds himself isolating shadows, rather than light - unconciously identifying what his eyes can't see. he considers studying architecture, or engineering, and rebuilding the west side into something shining and good that his parent's would be proud to return to. a rooftop that will catch the sunrise of a morning, windows looking to the water. if he grovels a little, damian will add tiny, scaled, illustrated residents to the future he wants to build. he puts himself, incandescently small and rendered in chicken scratch, square between those he loves.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

looking at superman for the first time almost blinds him. starfire is even worse. getting introduced to superboy by tim was a little better, but only because he was already wearing sunglasses indoors. kon's bright smile just makes his eyes water. when he is close to them, it's like standing next to a lit fuse, pulsing with energy and just out of reach.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

duke doesn't come out the other side of the war being scared of clowns. he keeps waiting to be, but he sees the joker's pale face, his ratcheting cackle, his pastel suit and bulging yellow eyes as pathetic, not terrifying. instead, one night at jay's, he's flicking through stations and ends up on reruns of full house. his mom loved comedies - living single, frasier, seinfeld, fresh prince, and black adder. it makes his heart hurt, and he settles in to watch when the first laugh track kicks in. terror. horror, disgust, roiling revulsion in his stomach as he hears it in his mind, laughing at everything, laughing at him, like his mother is sat before him again unknowing and hysterical and agonised. he shuts it off, hands clapped over his ears, trying to breathe. no one is there but him. even jay can't hear him cry.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

duke remembers jason todd's dildo dome phase. during dick's brief reign as the batman, he'd watched red hood misjudge the height of a fire escape and accidentally wedge his head in between the rungs on a tight angle. once duke realises it's the same person, he can't take him seriously. he thinks about jason's accidentally beaning himself trying to walk through a low doorway. he wonders if jason can still turn his head, or if he has to pivot his whole body like an owl when he's wearing the helmet. he considers the dome's practical uses as a headpiece, or as an exercise in fashion delusion. jason tries to intimidate him, once, and duke just says: "keep it in the bedroom, butt boy," and takes off before jason realises what's going on.

[elysiuminfra]

i am humbled by breaking down

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daaze for @eldritchjupiter

[garyfiddlesticksdammit]

meowth frontera

[matchstique]

Let me just give you a pink flower crown cuz your art is absolutely amazing!

[unlikelytrashcreation]

[ohsweetnymph]

i absolutely love cooking for so many people ♡

[nrd-answers]

Seer, have you met any other slugcats?

None that were alive at the time

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[splynter]

NRD: HELLO??? Try restarting your COnnection perhaps? This happens to Me CoNSTANTLY.

[spaciebabie]

I never thought I'd see the day--

aaahhhh yeahhh you know! 😎

[alicewhatnot]

hahahaha new life goal to stand infront of a floor to ceiling window looking down over a city like I fucking own it

[pumbkinrabbit]

[mysterycitrus]

7, 8, 11, 12 !!!

7. Who's your favorite author (fanon or canon)?

oooooh three way tie between greg rucka, mark waid, and kelley puckett (writers that enjoy consistent characterisation)

8. Who's your favorite artist (fanon or canon)?

currently probably bilquis evely or leonardo romero

11. Share a comic panel that makes you laugh.

12. Share a sweet comic panel.

[sunlitmcgee]

omg look i can write c!tubbo and c!aimsey oh me oh my

[note that in my fic, i altered canon slightly so that c!aimsey was never shoved off the prime path + broke their leg, instead they just fell really harshly onto it bc c!tubbo shoved them]

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And so now, the pair had their second-ever wedding planned for next week, to take place not too far away from L’manburg. The other server members had already begun setting it up, although Tubbo and Ranboo purposefully tried not to look too much at it until they had to rehearse the actual wedding. 

His thoughts were shaken as he heard the doorbell to the mansion ring. Michael looked at him with those big eyes, the kid jumping off the counter to start sprinting down the hall and towards the front door. Tubbo followed behind him. As he walked he turned his head and saw Ranboo following, and he smiled.

“It’s probably Tom,” the enderman said.

“Probably. Unless Aimsey decided to stop by for a moment.”

“I don’t think so, they’ve been pretty busy lately.”

Tubbo shrugged. Him and the rabbit hybrid were definitely on better terms now, but even now he still felt a twinge of guilt for shoving them so harshly onto the Prime path, despite them only wanting to reach out and help. He was so cold then, so unwilling to let anyone in during the brief period of time when Ranboo was killed. Especially knowing that Aimsey was not involved. However during his time getting therapy with Puffy, him and Aimsey spoke more, having long conversations about their pasts. He learned about Guqqie, how deeply Aimsey loved her and the deep heartache and pain they suffered when she died. Tubbo remembered squeezing their shoulder in understanding, and they had smiled back at him. Ever since then, they had grown to become close friends.

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YAAAAAAYY TUBBO DIDN'T DISABLE SOMEBODY WOOOOOOOOO BEST ENDING EVERYONE CLAPPED

[bonescribes-a]

@holdslife:  [ crown ] for yukito!

his eyes are stuck on his hands , currently in his lap as he struggles to tie the stems of several daisies together . his brows are furrowed behind his glasses , tongue stuck cutely between his lips -- a perfect picture of concentration . he doesn’t even notice , at first , when anastasia’s completed flower crown is set upon his head . then , as he leans in closer towards his work , it begins to slip , and he shoots up , eyes wide and mouth open .

hands abandon his failed daisy chain and find the crown adorning his hair . he takes it off for a moment -- just to look -- before setting it back on his head and grinning .

“ thank you ! ”

the smile he gives her isn’t like the sun -- it isn’t a source of light all on its own . instead , it is the moon , softly reflecting the small kindness ana has offered him . then , he swiftly returns to his own project , more determined than ever .

“ hold on -- i have to make sure we match ! ”

[crappycheese]

Artistic rendition of my dream

A samurai does the sword thing but instead of someone dying it’s perfect top surgery

[gaiaxygang]

bird fic out now i will go play p5r for 25 hours a day