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everyone tristan appreciation post for @byronvera 's birthday or im killing a hostage (byron)
#watch in real time as the armor becomes aimless as it goes below the waist and i can no longer reference your beautiful design for him#and also forget details for the top hald anyways whoops 👍#half. ok. 👍#parahumans#ward#parart#tristan vera
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moodboard
#these are existing reaction images btw i just added things to make them sonic so i can only take like half credit#unfortunately these are rarely credited ever so i cant say who owns what but if they see this hii these are my favorites ever#ok the one in the middle left is a spongebob redraw but the rest are from elsewhere#anyway! this is what my artblock has led me to do idk if im getting out of this one boys#but nah i should be good in a bit👍👍 back to my regular posting (random dumps of the same character) soon#sth#doodles#also these are free-handed. its a pretty good art block exercise ngl
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Learning to color again w/ these guys
#gigolas#gimleaf#lotr#I liked the sketch then hated this half way thru coloring it but now I think it’s ok 👍#gimli turned out handsome and I needed to express my love for grey legolas#next time……..actual clothes I swear I’m PRACTICING#idk if I will color like this again but whatever#legolas & gimli#mine
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ah… a monster…
#screaming crying half the things in orv is SOOO out of my skill level#its ok i tried my best 👍😅#my art#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint
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love the idea of the Avengers adding new members but being stingy about rooms so the OG Avengers each get their own but Bucky and Loki are forced to share one under the guise of it being 'healthy interaction'
#Bucky and Loki being friends but in a weird way and now Thor is concerned like 'i don't recognise my brother anymore T-T'#and Steve is grimacing and sighing like 'my chemical romance isn't that bad Thor you just have to acquire the taste'#Bucky and Loki bunking in a room together and people just forgot to give them a second bed but it's ok because they both sleep on the floor#they wake each other up from nightmares and when it's done/conscious they look at each other in slight alarm and just give '👍❓❗' '👍👍❓'#aggressive thumbs up before returning to bed still communicating with thumbs up like 'all good??' 'all good??' 'all good!' 'go sleep?!?'#they both are convinced that oily hair is a way to keep it healthy and dandruff free and like they're not WRONG bc it works for them#but people also hate listening to them corroborate such experiences with each other#like you can't deny their hair is healthy and silky when they wash up and get dressed for something. BUT. STOP TALKING LIKE THAT.#they talk about how the bath they share is so comfortable for two people and it's driving people up a wall#Natasha opens the door and sees Bucky in the dark propped against a wall looking half dead with earphones in#(he is watching a nature documentary Loki recommended)#they bond over times they were being controlled and/or suicidal in Tony's lab and Tony who was working nods along absently long used to it#Tony: ah yeah I have PTSD but im managing it okay for now with meds#Bucky and Loki: *making faces* boo 👎
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real salmon hours with pearl [hermitcraft s10 animatic]
#I drew all of this in like 9 hours enjoy 👍#I’ve never finished an animatic type thing before so like. I decided to do a very short one to see how it goes#I did cut out half of what I was planning to draw but! I’m still happy with the result#anyways. uh. first time ever watching a hermitcraft series and I am enjoying it! it’s just fun to listen to while I do other stuff#hermitcraft#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#you can tell I have no clue how to draw gem’s skin for hermitcraft fjdjkr#grian is there#goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft s10#hermitcraft season 10#ok goodnight besties
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if Feral Max met Half-Dead Alex i think
#the sillies 👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆#going through my just standing there era#i hate making speech bubbles…. 😔🪦#i love drawing feral max and half-dead alex tho#i will never stop doing red eye effect max#it has taken over my soul#the pin says UR GAY btw.#yes you 🫵 (joke)#i actually had so fun drawing this 👍👍#i had to resist the urge to give max emo angsty one eye covered hair#it is just so silly i 💖💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥#lis#lis tc#life is strange#life is strange true colors#max caulfield#alex chen#lis fanart#ok i think thats all the tags 👍👍#EDIT 9/8 at one am: i gave them mouths because it was bothering me so fucking much#they deserve fangs btw
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[She expected to feel scared. And perhaps she was, on some level. But it was the type of fear that danced on the edge of excitement. The silent promise of a “This is It.”]
Or: A post-Ruina musing of the library and Angela.
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Angela was used to silence. There had always been moments of screaming chaos, sights she'd passed over that anyone softer than herself would retch at; it was all par for the course. But the moments that had really clung to her had always been the silence.
Moments between loops spent alone, staring at flickering screens disconnected from minds just out of reach, asleep. Lulls in management as she waits for the inevitable shoe to drop, casting everything back into cacophony. Isolated, as she stared at the unbuilt bricks of the future she would carve for herself, made of others’ hopes and dreams. The type of absence that had no true voice to complain, but eyes that casted judgement. The wordless pressure of resentment.
She never much liked silence.
…Even still, she found herself returning to the balcony, again and again. There was much work to be done, of course. Repairing the library was a tall task after the mess that was made of it, especially now that she was piloting with her own will. She did not mind– this sort of task was simply in her nature. Direct, organize, rebuild. This time, however, she was not on her own.
It was an odd thing to get used to, working so closely with those she had such a… complicated history with. And though they seemed willing enough to help, something still itched at the back of her mind. Again, the echo of that pressing silence rolled in and, against her nature, she found her mind wandering. And there she was again, staring out into that seemingly endless distance, in the spot where they’d lost one home and gained another.
It was a strange feeling. She thought she'd have had enough of this by now, casting herself back into the embrace of solitude. She had expected it to grate on her mind as it always did, enveloped in the downy cling of distance. It was something she had always done. Welcomed her like the incessant tug of a spider's thread. And yet, despite it all, the circling, the thrashing, the running– she could not feel that weight. No, in fact, she felt lighter than ever. She did not get what she wanted. She no longer had any failsafes– no lifeline to cling to, no beaten paths to follow. It was just her, the city walls in the distance, and the expanse of a world she had never gotten the chance to see. All here, right here, right now.
She'd expected to feel resentment. Another plan she couldn't follow through on, another ending ruefully snatched from between her fingers. Another life that was robbed of her, from right under her nose. But… something was different this time. This expanse was empty, yes, but the wind whistled across it as it would anywhere else. The sun still rose and set, casting everything into hues uncapturable in the frames of pictures. Stars still hung in the sky, numerous, dancing. And here she was, capturing it all in her own two eyes.
This world– this life– was still unforgiving. She had heard stories of the outskirts, of the creatures that lurked there, of the horrors that played out, again and again. But… was that not true of anywhere? Of everything she had gone through, this would not be the one to put her down. For once in her life, she realized, that voiceless gaze that had hung over her all this time… she could no longer feel it. She no longer worried of her presentation, that heavily enforced dance she was compelled to follow. This time was different. This time… this time she was truly an outlier.
There was a difference between Silence and Quiet.
Silence implied the lack of movement. Stillness. Silence implied solitude. A plane of glass between the self and the outside world, plainly in view but painfully distant. It’s the denial of the senses, and the dissolution of the self. Silence was what was expected of her. But quiet… quiet was a relief. She was alone, yes, but not truly. Even standing alone, facing the world with naught but her own thoughts, even still the distant shuffle of movement could be heard. Barely audible voices, squabbling, laughter. Breathing. Alive– it was alive. She was alive. Quiet was a respite. The lull of ocean waves, and a breath taken to start again.
Start again.
That was what she always wanted, right? The chance to begin anew, the chance to stand on her own two feet. The opportunity to forge forward through uncertainty. This was what she fought for. No, this was what they fought for. After so long stumbling blindly through layers and layers of darkness, the maze of human fear and desire, here she was. Once again she looked off into the distance, the sun gently making its descent behind the horizon line. And for a moment, that was simply all. Streaks of color, dimming skies, and the silent sigh of the open air. Yes, maybe a bit of quiet would do her some good.
And for a good few moments, she simply watched the sun go down. She could not feel the breeze, but she could see the ends of her sleeves ruffle in its current, hear the faint whistle of the rush past the library’s boughs. Alive. And she raised her gaze, up towards the tiny pinpricks of light slowly peeking their way through the waning reach of sunlight. And watched. Captured neatly in her gaze. This moment was hers and hers alone. And nobody could take it from her.
Quiet.
…And then, slowly, gently; she pulled her eyes from the glittering stars above and turned away from the balcony railing– committing every tiny light to memory. They may not have gotten what they wanted, but this was far from the end. It was nothing more than a slight detour. Nowhere to go but straight ahead. There was always more work to do. And with a silent nod to nobody but herself, Angela walked back inside. Ready to take the next step.
#ive not posted writing like this here before potion of be nice to me. ok 👍#pikart#projmoon#um um. this is technically half of a whole; but idk if/when ill finish the other half bc i. am not confident writing for roland yet <//3#anyway i havent written anything in months and have also never written for Her so iam being very brave 👍 yay#dubiously proofread; imvery tired; just needs 2 be out of my system. you understand. nods.
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i wish more ppl understood that for things to happen as an adult sometimes you need 1) money 2) time
#do I single-handedly put together all the Melliot videos and caption them? yes. is it sustainable? no.#do i record and produce all the cast album stuff by myself? yes#do i wish i could do extra things? yes. would i need to hire ppl to do those things? also yes#is this my job? no#ok that’s it. TL Dr half the time if something doesn’t exist it’s because I don’t have the money or time to create it sorry#or in some cases the expertise - also like money - bc I’d have to hire someone to do it#this post is to answer half the asks in my ask box 👍#if you want me to make a thing and Also want to offer me lots of money to make a thing then we can talk abt it!
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theres webbing on the lighter gray i just didnt feel like adding it ok 👍 its me! yay
#hes jumpy ! bc i am gods most neurotic animal#i have not really drawn any other spiderpeople so theres no like. reference in my style but i promise her eyes are so fucking huge.#its so so so funny to me. ok 👍#digital#ref#ocs#sona#bonus fun fact like half of its color palette is shared with radio (my fnv sona)
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this whole Olympic mess is so triggering lmao. I grew up being masculinized for having “manly features” up until like college. those manly features being Arab ones btw
#ewbie.txt#it’s actually so gender dysphoric like ok 👍#and like half my Arab female friends can attest to this
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thinking about how messi has the barcelona logo tattooed on his leg…….
Girl, remember when the blurry pics hit right in the middle of the pre-transfer window drama too? The man chose his moment and tbh in retrospect what a move. Some 4D chess king was playing.
#anon ask#note how he didn't tattoo it during the 20 years he spent at the club despite getting some horrible thousand tattoos (sorry Head Jesus)#nor did he tattoo it the first time he left the club because he was half convinced he'd come back#no he tattooed it the moment he knew he was leaving for MLS and entering pre-retirement for good. final goodbye chapter turned forever.#like ok. midget. good. 👍
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just tried to go to sleep and failed bc I realized something devastatingly funny about my wip
if kantarou is hustling free meals out of hasumi and is partially motivated by saving money so that haruka doesn't starve. then I've. well lads I've invented trickle down feedism 😔
#not that there's a whole lot to trickle down#haruka the world's most neglected sugar baby#but the important thing about the whole situation is that it makes everyone except kantarou deeply uncomfortable 👍#as far as kantarou is concerned this situation benefits everyone#hasumi gets the honor of being allowed to fuck him#haruka gets to occasionally eat a half decent meal#and he gets a coupla good meals a week and then gets to get railed on a full stomach#polyamory is great bc it really opens up new possibilities for kinda fucked up relationship dynamics#kantarou is out here inventing new ways to make his partners uncomfortable and im so proud of him for that#fic tag#OK I SHOULD SLEEP NOW FOR REAL#i don't have to get up early tomorrow but I'd like to get up early enough to maybe hit the farmer's market
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i think my entire history of drawing has lead up to me making smthing like this tbh
#osc#object show#portal#portal 2#Wheatley#wheatley portal 2#chell#chell portal#listen ok i.#this thought occurred to me nd i immediately needed to draw ot6#essentially its just 'au where the cores have like object show limbs'#but also I think making all of portal into like. a fucked up object show would be really funny#like chell nd all the other cores are like contestants nd the challenges are the tests#nd glados is like the host y'know#but then half way through we do a little contestant revolt nd Wheatley becomes host#nd he sucks ass at it alsk now glados has to compete (as a potato battery ofc)#idk j think that would be cool or smthing#But also this is most bc i wanted to draw cores with bfdi legs ok its not that deep#swag or whatever 👍👍👍#also obligatory apology for my hand writing
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🥲 Claudia Gray is so fucking mean for this*
*just like, all of the fallen star post-chapter 10. Claudia WHY
#i really forgot like half of this#this book is so mean#like no I’m having a great time but I genuinely don’t think I can read this at work haha#I’m sitting here in the lunch room like 😭👍#the high republic#this book is absolutely awful (complimentary)#I feel like that’s why they were like ‘midnight horizon can be lighter’ but as a certified tragedy enjoyer#i struggled with the tone shift of the first third#but we’re going to give it another chance!#anyways no I’m not ok fuck you claudia why are you like this
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