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Scowl runs in the family
#zuko#atla#avatar the last airbender#firelord zuko#my art skills have shrinked to a messy sketches#but i like this one#because mood
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The new guy, Candler Calabs!
I ended up deleting his roots cause it looked weird
I plan on doing one or two more friends for Anima
#i struggle a lot trying to find the right design#but i like this one#art#digital art#artist on tumblr#oc candler
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dnf wip 🤫
#i don’t usually post wips#but i like this one#dreamnotfound#dreamnotfound fanart#dnf#dnf fanart#anyway#twitter L#as usual#meh
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when the brain asks for rubber ducks u give it rubber ducks
#artists on tumblr#art#my art#digital art#digital painting#painting#i think this counts#fuzzytrashbird#rubber duck#duck#bird#i wasn't really gonna share art anymore#but i like this one#i like it a lot actually
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Art request: trucy maybe?
POV: Your wallet is about to be cleaned out.
Sorry, I took a while. I kind of got carried away.
#every time I want requests I get busy#but I like this one#Trucy Wright#wish draws#wish can art#ace attorney
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little painting I made for my friend's mom's kitchen for her birthday :D
#didn't take the best picture though#also you can see my finger pressing through the canvas lmao#but i like this one#it's very simple#i painted from one of my own photos from summer...#oil painting#purple
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Blake’s 7: Vila Restal - “Sparkling”
Something older I haven't felt like sharing before, but it's Michael Keating's birthday today (Feb 10th), and I wouldn't enjoy B7 half as much if it weren't for Vila, so here we are.
#vila restal#blake's 7#mine#my art#sparkling as in sparkling wit but also as in sparkling wine#because this is what the background design is reminding me of now#what was that term for dormant wips?#because i have a portrait triptych for vila#that i haven't worked on in like a year#or two or something#anyway there was no way i could get that ready in time#but i like this one
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i love her nose
#so gongeous#annie my beloved#messy doodle#shadowing is hard idk man#but i like this one#took me longer than i want to admit lol#doodle#sketch#annie leonhart#aot#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#snk#fanart#traditional art#traditional sketch#annieleonhardt
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Does anybody else sort of like werehog Sonic more than regular Sonic?
I've been playing Sonic Unleashed on stream and have been having way more fun with night levels than day.
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic unleashed#sonic the werehog#werehog#this is brilliant#but i like this one#sonic meme
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Is the Wilton Color Swirl 3 Color Coupler and its results a good way of understanding the Trinity? Like there’s one Swirl of Frosting, but there’s three different Frosting Colors in that one, but you can’t separate those colors out?
There’s never going to be a good analogy for the Trinity.
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hi i posted a 2x08 fic i’m quite proud of if you’d like to read it
#in which i was going to do a proper post but i chickened out as much as i couldn’t be bothered#but i like this one#i hope you do too#my fics#tarlos#911 lone star
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buh buh buh blair 😻
#ninjago#prime’s doodles#ninjago oc#oc: blair#blair delways#ninjago: ripple effect#still learning how to render lol#but i like this one
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Me: Oh my gods I hate the Fatui.
Lyney *actively holding my hand*:
Me:
Lyney *still holding my hand*:
Me: Ok, not this Fatui.
#genshin impact#fontaine spoilers#Lyney#I do genuinely hate the Fatui#But I like this one#shush#hes just a little guy#just a bean
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“Hold still.”
“’irg’l, ‘m fine!”
“You’re not fine! Hold still!”
“’S only a bl’d nose.”
“I need to check it anyway. I hit you hard.”
“Lucky sh’t.”
“Hold still!”
Gordon let his shoulders drop and held still. Virgil was beside himself over this. It was obvious. It was only a blood nose, for crying out loud. It wasn’t like it was his first.
The scanner’s yellow light flickered over him and Gordon flinched. So damned bright.
Of course, this just set off Virgil even more. “We’re going to the infirmary.”
“’irg-“
“Now.”
Okay, that was an elder brother command. Gordon wasn’t stupid enough to disobey that. His shoulders dropped just that bit lower and Virgil’s gentle hand wrapped around his arm and led him from the gym.
“I’m sorry, Gords.” It was said with so much guilt, Gordon rolled his eyes.
Ow.
The hand on his arm tightened.
It was a lucky shot. There was no way in hell Virgil could best him in hand to hand. If Virgil pinned him, maybe. He had the mass and the strength. But Gordon was fast and his smaller stature a major advantage. His big brother couldn’t catch him on the best of days.
Except for today, apparently.
The infirmary loomed as they exited the elevator. It did that. Gordon hated any medical setting…for good reason…and the infirmary on the Island was no exception.
He was deposited on the bed with a firm but gentle nudge, told to sit upright and to tip his head forward.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he knew the treatment for a nosebleed.
Blood tasted awful.
He closed his eyes a moment.
A soft touch to his face and blood was dabbed off his skin. A quiet rumble of query.
It repeated and a frown formed in the air.
A hand on his shoulder. “Gords?”
“Hmm?”
Ow. Virgil’s fist had definitely left a mark on his sinuses.
“You with me, Gordon?”
“Mmmmhmm.”
A rustle of instruments and a finger peeled back his right eyelid. A sharp flicker of light hit his retina and he flinched away. “’irg!”
“Hold still.” Strong hands made him do exactly that.
His reward was another finger peeling back his other eyelid and that retina being equally assaulted.
“’irg!” He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as that caused his whole face to echo the pain in his nose.
Virgil didn’t answer, but he didn’t let go of the now firm grip he had on Gordon’s shoulder. A hum started up and Gordon let a breath out as the scanner flickered over him again. “’irg’l, ‘m fine!”
His brother still didn’t answer, but the bed under him shifted, its head rising under his right hand.
“Lie down.”
“’irg-“
“Lie down.” Okay, there was something in his brother’s voice that bore no argument. Gordon opened his eyes and found worry in his brother’s.
Those brown eyes blurred a little.
What?
He dragged his feet up onto the bed, his exercise sweat pants riding up above his bare feet. A shuffle and he had to admit it was a relief to have the back support, top half of the bed up as far as it would go. His head was throbbing. He must remember not to try and stop Virgil’s fist with his face ever again.
As to why his brother had managed to even touch him was a worry in itself. Virgil was good, but he wasn’t that good. Gordon had been dancing around him for years. As his co-pilot, Gordon saw it as part of his duties to help his brother with his hand-to-hand. Of course, between himself and Kayo, they helped all the brothers, even Scott who had his fair share of training in the Air Force. But Gordon had always had a special thought for Virgil. His brother was a wall of muscle, ‘built like a brick shithouse’ was the popular phrase. But muscle didn’t necessarily equate to good self-defence and Virgil was a softy from way back. There had been incidents with the occasional over zealous fan, but also one of Gordon’s nightmares was what would happen if someone with less kind intentions got a hold of any of his brothers.
Virgil was too damned nice for his own good.
So, Gordon took it on to look after him.
But today…why had he let Virgil hit him?
“What happened?” The deep voice of his eldest brother and Gordon realised his eyes had slipped closed again. Opening them was a mistake. The lighting in the room had apparently taken on nuclear fusion in an attempt to compete with the sun.
He groaned and shoved his eyes closed again.
“Gordon?” Virgil’s hand landed on his arm.
“You suck.”
“And you’ve got a concussion. I’m sorry, Gordon.”
What?
“Report, Virgil.” Great, the Commander was out which meant Scott was upset. It was only a bloody nose, for goodness sake.
Virgil’s sigh was a mix of worry and regret. “My fault. I hit him.”
There was silence for a moment. All Gordon could hear was his heartbeat in his sinuses.
“You hit Gordon?” Gordon should be proud at the amount of disbelief in his eldest brother’s voice. Or worried at his lack of confidence in Virgil’s skill.
One or the other.
Maybe both.
God, his head hurt.
“I shouldn’t have let him spar. But he was upset after today and I wanted to help.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“Because I wasn’t much better, Scott!”
Oh, shit, Virgil. “’S not your fault.”
There was a lack of an answer and that worried Gordon more than anything Virgil could have said to him. He threw out a hand and scratched at a shirt. Fingers caught his, but they weren’t Virgil’s. “Sco’, ‘s not his fault!”
“Gordon, rest you have a stage two concussion. You know that is something you don’t mess with.”
Yeah, well, Virgil has a lot of muscle behind his fist.
Gordon let a breath out between his teeth and relaxed into the bed. Virgil was obviously pissed at himself and he would have to talk him around at some point.
Gentle fingers touched his face again. Soft cloth wiped a cool liquid across his skin.
“The bleeding has stopped.” Virgil’s baritone was quiet and worried. “However, there is some swelling….and there will likely be bruising.”
Swelling? Bruis-….aww, hell, he was supposed to be going out with Penny tomorrow night. A charity gala, it was important to her.
Hell.
“I’m so sorry, Gordon.” Little more than breath.
This just sucked.
He knew the results of an impact to that part of a face. He’d had to do it enough himself.
Then something else occurred to him.
“Did you break m’ noze?”
Silence.
“’irg?”
“Not broken. Hairline crack.”
“’uck!”
“I’m sorry, Gordon.”
He flung out a hand again and this time managed a handful of cotton t-shirt. He dragged it closer. “’Snot your fault!”
Virgil didn’t answer, but his fingers were pried from that t-shirt and held for just a moment, only to be let go as Virgil moved away suddenly.
Gordon flailed, reaching. A footstep and those hands returned with something cold. Towelling, cold as ice.
Gentle hands gathered his and moved to his face. The cold pack melted into his skin and gave him some blessed relief.
“Hold that there.”
“’Snot your fault.”
Again, there was no answer.
A finger brushed hair from his forehead.
God, Virg.
“Rest, Gordon.”
He wanted to yell at his brother. It was a lucky shot after a sucky day. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.
“Rest.”
A blanket was draped over him and its warmth became something he hadn’t realised he needed.
“Grandma’s on her way back from Auckland.” Scott said it to the room at large.
Oh crap.
“Good.”
Gordon mentally went through what he had in his own fridge in his rooms and came up with very little. Maybe he could coerce Virg to grab him something otherwise he might expire from his grandmother’s ‘curative’ efforts.
“Don’t worry, Gordon. I have a stash. You’re covered.”
Actually, come to think of it, Virgil would probably go out of his way to do anything and everything for him over the next few days.
There was both glee and worry attached to that thought.
“Rest.” A hand returned to his forehead and stroked away what was likely a phantom hair. Virgil always had the urge to touch.
To heal.
Too good for his own good.
Those fingers slipped away again.
Gordon let himself sink a few more millimetres into the mattress.
Scott was still in the room. He could hear his breathing. Virgil was beside his bed.
He was safe.
His head hurt.
It had been an ass of a day.
Too tired to get out of the way of his brother’s fist.
Stupid move.
Stupid.
Virgil murmured something.
Scott whispered in return.
Gordon let himself drift.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#Gordon Tracy#Virgil Tracy#FishTank#nuttyfic reblog#fishtank week 2023#yeah I know I've reblogged it before#but I like this one#Poor Gords#but also poor Virgil#they are as bad as each other really
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I've posted the traditional Fushimi megaphone picture so that can only mean one thing: I'm going on vacation! I have the usual reblogs scheduled under the Tales From the Archives tag until I get back, please enjoy a walk through memory lane.
#I should really make a new image for this XD#but I like this one#anyway I'll be back next week#off visiting family#and taking a nice break from work
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