#charcater

[franciscolemos]

Mausritter wizard

[dartkeia]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.

You may need time for this. But what if you find it?

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

Take your time, seek new perspectives!

[lillianforest22]

Okay please read this transcript form episode 4 of dungeons and daddies

Sparrow: Because, [sighs] in Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, the top most pyramid—I've learned a great deal in the schools that you've taken us to.

Henry: I know. We take you to very good schools.

Sparrow: Self actualization is the pinnacle to which a human can achieve. And me and my brother have wished for so long to achieve our pinnacle and self actualize as the strongest boys in the world!

Henry: You are already the strongest boys in the world.

[acoustic guitar starts playing in the background]

Henry: You have such a bond between you. That makes you capable of such amazing things. You convinced an entire town of people to worship you.

Henry: You're about to commit genocide. There is no need for you to prove your strength. The higher strength than the strength of exerting your will on the world through violence is the strength of love. It’s the strength of compassion, and mercy. Those are the values that you must truly attain, because it's those values that make you vulnerable. That the price of love is fear, fear that you might get hurt. Fear that other—you know, you have to trust in other people. That is true strength. Just violence, just killing people, that's not strength.

This scene hurts so much more knowing what I know after being caught up with season two. How these two boys went from knowing they would defeat the doodler. And being the best of friends. To being grizzled sad and messed up men.

How sparrow oak lost his abilities to be a love wolf. He lost what he had and it’s all gone he’s just a shell of a little boy.

[falckie]

Character concept sketch. Feroixan by the name of Endrae, part of the Torajay clan after having a mental breakdown when somone accused him of being a secularist.

[jayjuno]

This is Ryan Heli, the protagonist of my story, Potential. She is knight-like. This is an original character of mine and her character design is still a work in progress. 

This is graphite (pencil) on drawing paper.

[laurenillustrated]

Peanuts + Calvin and Hobbes crossover!

Competitive Business

Lucy vs Calvin… who would win?

[naykeed]

NARUTO

[may12324]

Marcille and Falin

[queer-ghosts]

i wish i could be some sort of character

[inyourdreampoetry]

Pulling Strings

I know people who pull strings. There has to be someone controlling things. There are puppets and puppet masters. There are shadows and shadow casters. We can pull strings. We can be the writer of our story or we can be a character in someone else’s. We can make things happen. We can take action or we can sit and wait until circumstance dictates our fate. We can join the race or we can…

[balo-badartist]

I’m down so horrendously bad. I’m even more obsessed with this character than I was before drawing his design. (Art is by me, design is by the author).

For those that love a good Zelink FD fanfic, it’s “End of Time” by Makuro767.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Finding Draxum

A little comic of Mikey finding Draxum in the street after he got drained by the Shredder suit. The original idea for this storyline was that Draxum would align himself with the Hamatos for a time while The Shredder took over the city, until his ego and obsession with prophesy led him to betray them once more. This time he would get no third chance, and Mikey would be the one to draw the line and tell him so before making him leave the city for good.

I love TMNT for its found family! But having had to cut off irl blood relatives before despite how many chances they were given, I kind of like Draxum as a villain despite him being the creator of the turtles. But that’s just me!

This doesn’t lead to his nice canonical show self in my mind , though it can totally still be read that way :)

[pinkiepig]

an actual ref of angel and demon and writen notes of what they think about eachother :3

Hi hello they mean the world to me, they're dynamic is fun-

Im gonna ramble about them is that oki? (cOMICS HERE TOOO) Oki :>

demon was hella uneased about angel considering it's robotic stoicism, and lack of human etiquette. The damn thing was creepy to be around. Though that impression was completely thrown out the window seeing them be easily flustered by human encounters. They quickly found out this angel has never touch grass and it shOws,,

You see why they're goofy together??? You see??? Like, despite angel claiming to "show them the light" (as seen here) demon is kinda doing most of the leading and who knows if it's to the detriment of them both-

They have fun. But all and all.. demon is fond of having someone to confide in,(and also find comfort in as seen here) even I angel comes off as blunt most times :^). It's just how it is

on angels perspective I'll say this

I can't wait for angel to gain a personality hanging with this demon gremlin and being absolutely terrified by it. Cause ain't nothing spookier to an eldritch angel than gaining a will of its own.

That'll verry slowley creep on them until its completely manifest,,But it's all fun until then- e

[zephyrbug]

With TSS coming up I thought it was the perfect excuse to make myself a new character so here’s Alvah! She’s a reborn tiefling grave cleric who strives to work against the natural order, trying to achieve eternity for all 👁️⚰️🤍

It’s been a while since I made myself a character and I've had my eye on grave cleric for some time now, plus don’t have many tieflings so this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a character that was both!

[kaiser1ns]

#. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT

featuring 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. he allowed himself to feel something he rarely did, peace and love because with you he got everything he wants.

happy birthday to my lover boy kaiser !! and happy christmas everyone !!

More awake inside of his dreams, the loneliness suits him better as he remains the only star in this cruel world. He doesn’t know what he wants but it’s not this, these sugar-coated words don't mean anything when he says them with his lips, tongue rolling with venom when he sees the faces of despair, experiencing the depth of a person’s soul when they have been put in their place. The moment people give up and are left hopeless, desperate for salvation, sacrificing their talent for more tedious lives — they are weak, more or less dead.

Impossible. He hates and loathes upon hearing that word coming out of someone's mouth, which makes him want to prove himself even more. Nothing is impossible. He was the weak person who gave up at any given chance, curling up into a ball to disappear and become invisible, embracing what is dearest to him in all the vast space, a planet that shines brighter than any star, emitting its own light basking in the gravity of football.

I don't know what I want but I know it's not this… A blue rose on his neck traced down with chain-like intertwined thorns that made their way to the crown on his left hand. To remind himself, to never again fall into that weak mindset, a dark and deep rabbit hole that won’t lead you to Wonderland but straight to execution, and it's ‘Off with your head!’. A symbol that shows the impossible, he is the symbol itself, not the tattoo.

Was that really you next to me? It’s cold even under the blanket, it's cold because it's winter … But it’s warm when you kiss him, it’s warm when you love him. Sometimes it makes him sad when he receives a gift because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to react. It’s his birthday and he doesn’t like it. Christmas lights, a decorated apartment, food on the table, and a woman full of love. Giving him what he wants, then again who is he supposed to please?

“Don't you like it, my love? I-I can always return it if you don't…” Kaiser tried to play it off, masking his emotions behind his usual arrogance. But with you, he was different—less rude, less cold. His eyes lingered on the gift he had just unwrapped: golden rings. Promise rings, you had said with a soft smile, assuring him that nothing could ever tear you apart. Yet, your expression betrayed you—your face was full of sadness and regret. It hurt him more than he cared to admit, more than anything else ever could.

He watched as you looked down, fidgeting with your hands, retreating into yourself. You had given him so much more than he deserved. You gave him what he needed the most: a dream to hold on to.

Then, you felt it—his colder, larger hands settling gently atop yours. For someone usually so brash, the touch was rather gentle and tender. He turned your hand palm up, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before sliding the ring onto your ring finger. An arrogant young man with a superiority complex, Kaiser had always been a fortress of pride and self-importance. But beneath it all, he was just a boy yearning to be loved. “I never said anything like that, Engel,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "I’m just… not good at this stuff, okay? Birthdays and gifts, they’re not my thing. Never have been."

He tilted his head, studying your face. His usual smirk returned, but it was softer now, almost boyish. Kaiser knows you are doing this with pure intentions, he knows he has ben truly blessed not on this day, but the day he met you. And even if he hides it, you can see the little boy's eyes waiting to hear those three words.

“I love you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips met his, the warmth of your touch seemed to catch him off guard, and he instinctively stepped back. You both paused, glancing up—mistletoe. A sweet kiss for the birthday boy. A loving kiss for the gift you’d received from the universe. His lips were softer than you expected, and he tasted faintly of your lipstick, a reminder of just how sweet your kisses were. He loves you too. You are everything he could ask for: pretty, smart, loving, and caring. You are his.

As he kissed you back, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. The motion brought him off balance as he hit the edge of the bed, pulling you down with him. You landed on top of him, both breathless, laughter spilling into the space between your lips.

“Time to unwrap your other present~” you teased as you caressed his face, and he felt the golden ring pressing to his cheek.

On days like this, angels are said to come alive. But you were born one—his angel, his most precious treasure. For someone who believed the world to be cruel, who found pleasure in proving everyone else wrong, you were the exception to all his rules. You made him want to be better, not for the world, but for you. Who am I supposed to please? He asked, more to himself than to you, repeating the question that haunted him. His answer was clear now. It wasn’t about the world, the people who doubted him, or even his old self. It was you. It had always been you.

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