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the tumblr sexyman contest was nearly 2 years ago, but its impact on society is lingering...probably
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#reigen arataka#shigeo kageyama#mob mp100#mob psycho ekubo#sans undertale#his full legal name#sans x reigen#sorry you had to find out this way mob#shitpost
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ooooo since you wanted some hatchetverse art requests, how about some good old fasion tinky and ted >:3
These two make me feral. Like tinky isn’t my favorite lord in black but man does his design go HARD
Also sorry for not responding to requests I’m in a play and yesterday was our last night. I cried so much ‼️
#art#digital art#fanart#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#starkid#starkid fanart#time bastard#ted spankoffski#t’noy karaxis#tinky#tinky starkid#the guy who didn't like musicals#theodore spankoffski#his full legal name#I’m not exactly a shipper of these two but like…I see the vision
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more slightly old art i never posted
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i dont like using this brush
#my art#nnd compass#gustav heydrich#グスタフ ハイドリヒ#tadaomi ouka#桜華忠臣#hold on i gotta google 13's wiki page#nvm im lazy#sacchin#dagger thirteen dagger#his full legal name#violetta noir#maria =s= leonburg#im a really lazy guy sorry#anyway i think sacchin and adam should kiss and make out
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I miss the era where people would post pictures of the absolutely unhinged things they'd do with their Spamton plushies
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how it feels when your f/o has a stupidly embarrassing name
#selfship#selfshipping#no matter how many times i abbreviate it down to “db” it will never change the fact that his full legal (?) name is “The Dancing Banana”
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tumblrs sexyman in the flesh (or sans the flesh?)
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king of a new world
#whoops i thought too hard about n and now he’s all i can think about#this is like kind of but not really a redraw of a thing from 2021 too#casper's art#digital art#natural harmonia gropius#n harmonia#still can’t believe that’s his full legal name#pokemon#pkmn#n pokemon#pokemon n
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gril cheez
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in my head, this is what i saw in chapter 158:
endo, your jealousy is showing. if he wasnt carrying takiishi, he would’ve snuck in a 🖕.
also now that Takiishi (verbally) acknowledges Endo, wouldn’t it be funny if Takiishi starts using his full name to refer to him and not just his last name. Endo would still eat it up all the same, but it made a funny image in my head.
#wbk chatter#tonpu market street art#wind breaker#wind breaker nii satoru#endo yamato#takiishi chika#umemiya hajime#sakura haruka#endochika#can i say that this chapter cemented umeendo as a pairing i will enjoy#im saying it anyways#endo’s heart would race every time takiishi says his name and im clutching that close to my chest#who needs endearments when you can say [insert full legal name]
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did you remember to leave space for all your phantom limbs?
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☀︎。 ⋆。 ゚ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ kirbytober 2024 #03 ★⋆ miracle // phantom // magic
#starstruck dee#bandana waddle dee#my art#my comics#kirbytober#rare un-bowed starstruck moment!! only sometimes when sleeping; mostly with company who do a similar ritual. so she participates#you would not believe the number of incredibly important monologues that occur while starstruck is snoozing!!#truly she can sleep through anything (if you can get her to fall asleep). not an easy feat#though bandee always manages it! when she can't sleep but she's trying (often) she comes to his room. she just sleeps better not alone.#i wonder if someone from last year's kirbytober will recognise this location design!! i tried to keep it consistent!#anyway! hello lore comics it's been a while! this one wasn't planned actually. was not next in my schedule for her#but this prompt worked so well for it!! so here it is. hope you enjoy!! <3#do i need to... i mean it's obvious this is lore but i guess i should tag it:#🎀🔍#my dream is that one day i will drop something So Pretentious or Confusing or Cheeky that folks will full-legal-name me in comedy rage#“STARFLUNG!WADDLE!DEE!” etc. i think i've said this before actually. i'm getting deja vu... but i do always think it's peak comedy!
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bloodweave for oomf on twt
#my farts#gale dekarios#astarion ancunin#thagts his last name . right. whole legal name and everything#its so weird to call him by his full naem its like goverment naming a queen. its wrong.#bloodweave#bg3#baldur's gate 3
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experimental mspaint doodles
I am in fact ignoring ii16
#i am a-o FLUFFING ok#im so sorry toilet fans i do NOT know how to draw him#ii mephone4#ii mepad#ii mephone4s#ii toilet#ii oj#ii orange juice#who tf is out here tagging him with his full legal name??#me thats who#inanimate insanity#i forgot to put it in the main tags oops#kekwuit's art tag#and i forgot my art tag too of course
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so fun to doodle
#my art#fanart#doodle#full colour#smiling friends#charlie dompler#pim pimling#allan red#glep#glep simpson#his legal name#sorry pim fans i dont knkow how to draw him and i was doing it from memory#sona#self insert
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scene 03: get in loser, we’re going shopping
original prompt: gotham academy's mentorship program
more at: table of contents
timeline: much later after scene 1 & 2
Danny and Damian sat at one of the corner tables in the library. Danny had finals coming up, and was busy reviewing the term’s worth of topics from all his classes. Damian, who had insisted on joining him, sat bored. having nothing left to study.
Danny looked at the younger boy when he sighed for the 3rd time in the past five minutes. Deciding that maybe he should take a break and indulge Damian, Danny finished the last problem, and let his book shut with a loud finality.
Damian looked up at him hopefully, “Are you done, now?” He asked. Danny could tell he was trying his best to not seem too eager, but Danny couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.
“Yup,” packing his things away first, he waited for Damian, when he noticed what the boy had taken up in his boredom. “Woah, Damian.” He whispered in awe, picking up the paper closest to him. “You did this?”
Damian seemed to need a moment to understand what Danny was referring to before becoming flustered and embarrassed, a soft pink spreading on his ears, “It was simply mindless work.” He sounded defensive, like someone had berated him for his artist interests before. Danny tried not to react to that, knowing Damian would probably find it insulting.
The sketch was on the back of a math worksheet Damian had long since completed, it was of a fighter who seemed to be using his sword to attack a nondiscript opponent. Danny knew from his many intensive training sessions with Pandora that the figure's form was slipping into leaving them open for an easy frontal attack from their opponent, while simultaneously leaving the fighter to not have the range of motion they might need to defend themselves. Most of the lines of the drawing were scratchy and short but overly repeated giving the fighter the illusion of fast movement, directly in contrast the hard outline of the fighter’s form made it seem like the fighter was stuck in their position.
Liminals and liminal-agencent people by definition did not have a strong awareness to manipulate ectoplasm consciously like other more ghostly beings could. Coincidentally, liminals tended to leak their own internally produced and stored ectoplasm when they acted on their deep emotions. Scientifically this usually showed itself as a person ‘harnessing their full potential’ in moments of crisis or in some more extreme and rarer cases accessing their metagene (meta’s were not to be confused with liminals or ghostly beings they hold few to no similarities outside of coincidence). Danny had known from the beginning that Damian was a liminal, likely from prolonged exposure to ectoplasm, and paradoxically had a difficult time understanding and accessing his own emotions. Emotional negligence was never healthy for an ectoplasmic being, and Danny knew it would be a long process for Damian to learn how to properly deal with his layered and complex emotions.
That being said, there was a steady level of ectoplasm spread over the paper, something that did not match what Danny would have expected from Damian’s current state with his emotional and subsequently his ectoplasmic abilities. The fighter was clearly a character Damian had either consciously or subconsciously created to represent himself.
Danny could work with this.
During the long moment of silence Damian seemed to have grown more and more anxious for Danny’s reaction. Danny let his emotions display easily on his face, wide eyed, “This is so good, Damian. I didn’t know you drew. Do you like art?”
“I do not draw. Art is a meaningless waste of time and only those without higher goals would indulge in such an activity.” Damian sounded conflicted, and the words he was saying were pretty obviously echoed from what someone else had said to him.
“That’s ridiculous,” Danny scoffed, “Art is a very important basis for almost everything. I mean it would feel pretty stale to live in a world where there was no uniqueness anywhere. Drawing, painting, writing, acting, sculpting, singing, or whatever else, are all unique forms of making something that no one else could truly ever recreate exactly. Even if it’s minute, there are always differences in the way that one person would commit to something than another person. It’s the basis of humanity and in the core of the human mind. If you try to block it so harshly from yourself, you’ll end up locking up an integral part of yourself that sets you apart from the other 7 million people on this planet.”
Damain stood there, considering what Danny said.
Not waiting another moment, Danny grabbed Damian’s bag heading out of the library. “What are you doing?” Damian asked suspiciously, quickly falling in step with Danny, grabbing his bag back.
Danny smirked at him, “We’re going shopping, Loser.”
Damian looked scandalied at the nickname, not understanding the reference. “I am not a loser.” he huffed.
Danny just laughed as they waited for the next bus. Once they got to their stop and entered the store, Danny beelined for where he knew the art supplies to be. Damian followed behind him, unfamiliar with the store.
Sure, if Damian wanted, he could easily buy the more top of the line supplies, after all he was a Wayne. But Danny was pointedly a broke scholarship kid right now, and it didn’t sit right to let Damian pay for things he was buying, no matter how much of a trust fund kid he may be. Not that Danny was exactly broke, but he imagined the cashiers at their local supermarket wouldn’t appreciate him trying to pay for a sketchbook, a couple sketch pens and pencils, and a 25 pack of Crayola markers with solid gold coins.
It was around 4:30 when they left the store with their stuff, Damian eyeing the bag curiously the whole time. They walked the rest of the way to a local cafe, and Danny sat Damian down.
“Okay, we’ll be here for the next hour,” He pulled out his own sketchpad, the concepts filling the pages were more accurately blueprints more than drawings, “Draw whatever you want.”
“I don’t know what to draw.” Damian huffed, awkwardly taking the supplies from Danny, and examining his surroundings carefully. Damian sat in the corner for a while, blending into the surroundings as he watched how the world spun around him. Danny was half-way through reviewing one of his older designs when Damian finally decided to open the pack of pencils and the first strike on the paper was made. They stayed there for long over the allotted hour, both sucked into their own projects.
“I finished.” Damian breathed in satisfaction, stretching his hand and back in his chair at the admission.
Danny eyed him with curiosity. “Can I see?” He asked. Danny wasn’t sure how right he had been about Damian using drawing to help regulate his ectoplasm and emotions, and he wanted to check how consistent it would be. Also he was really curious to see what he had drawn.
Damian looked a little bashful at his request, but he nodded, handing the sketch book over to Danny. Danny could easily feel the ectoplasmic energy scattered across the page, it wasn’t as constant as the first drawing had been, but it was still there. So he was right.
The drawing this time was of what had likely originally meant to be the barista, based on the outlines of the industrial coffee machine and register that had started out but been forgotten later for the center of the piece. The man was wearing an apron similarly like the one the barista had been wearing and a similar uniform, but that was the only similarities that Danny could draw from his surroundings in the drawing. The man, unlike their teenaged barista, was quite aged, with thin but well groomed hair, and a mustache. He had a longer face scattered with wrinkles of old age. The old man was looking down, presumably working on something, and seemingly happy with whatever it was. The ecto-signature was more concentrated around the old man, leading Danny to believe it was someone Damian likely loved and admired.
“You’re so good at this.” Danny complemented, honestly. “Did you have fun?” He asked, it was starting to get dark and they had stayed at the cafe longer than Danny had asked him to without complaint.
“Yeah, I did.” He answered after a moment. Danny ruffled his hair affectionately, “Hey, you’re gonna mess it up.” He complained, making no effort to remove himself.
“C’mon, let’s get you home. I have to go to work soon.” Danny led them out of the store, just in time for an expensive looking black car to pull around the bend and expertly stop in front of him.
“Young Master Damian, I’ve come to pick you up.” An old British gentleman spoke from the driver seat, it was the man from the drawing.
“Understood, Alfred.” Damian turned to hand the art supplies back to Danny.
“They’re yours.” Danny refused.
“I’ll take care of them.” Damian promised, placeing the supplies carefully inside his book bag.
“I’m sure you will.” Danny nodded, stepping back so the car could drive away.
“Mister Daniel, I would have no problem taking you home as well. It is quite late now.” The driver spoke kindly. It surprised Danny how accurate Damian had drawn that picture without so much as a reference.
“No it’s alright.” Danny waved away the idea, “I have to go to work now, and it’d be too out of the way for you.” He explained.
The driver didn’t press, but Danny noticed how his eye caught on something in the distance before he bid his farewells and left.
Danny made his way to the bus stop, and waited, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Moments later another older teen approached the bus stop as well, waiting idly for the transport to arrive. He had black hair with a white tuft in the front, a sign of prolonged ectoplasmic exposure Danny knew all too well, roughly 6’ and some inches, and wore a hood of his red jacket over half his head.
Danny supposed it was fitting for someone who called himself the Red Hood.
The bus arrived, and both Danny and his co-passenger got at the stop before Arkham Asylum. Park Row AKA Crime Alley. By the time Danny clocked in and changed into his uniform for his shift it was already dark outside.
“Welcome to BatBurger.” He said in chorus with the rest of the workers at the bell chime of the door opening. The man walked to the counter silently, his white tuft of hair skillfully swept under a baseball cap he hadn’t had before. When he approached Danny’s station, Danny took his order, and right before completing the transaction, as per procedure, “Can I get a name for your order?” He asked.
“Jason Todd.”
#the effects of talia's parenting is showing and danny is a little concerned#damian learning to channel is inner artist#love to see it#also i really wanted to explore liminalness and ectoplasm here so theres that#idk if its kinda random lol#jason trained by the bats and the LoA mob boss extraordinaire and holder of bat paranoia: gives his full legal name#danny: 0_o#jason is literally so dumb smh#danny and damian bonding#damian inherited his dad's emotional competence#luckily danny's here to save the day
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hysterical pregnancy. isn't that what they used to call it? hey, no one here thinks you're being hysterical.
#from epix#from mgm#from tv series#fromedit#boyd stevens#harold perrineau#marielle sinclair#kaelen ohm#fatima hassan#pegah ghafoori#from spoilers#amazing faces all around#he looks so put out#like what are you saying fuck me for#love how all episode they refer to the worms by their full legal name too#mr worms under his skin
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