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Happy 10th birthday to Cercerion!
OUGHHH UR RIGHT CERCIE IS 10 YEARS OLD NOW !!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY BELOVEDEST DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS WHOLE LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#ALSO IM RLY HAPPY HIS OLD DESIGN IS NOW MUCH OLDER THAN HIS FIRST DESIGN WOAH!!!!!!#since i drew the old one SO MUCH back in 2014 i remembered it as being so super prevalent. that when i changed his head shape a couple year#it took a while to get used to the not boxy head but god it was so much more fun to draw the beak. and now its the standard#and it makes me rly happy fr fr. i actually thought i changed his design like only 2 years ago but it was SIX YEARS WHAT!! HOW TIME FLIES..#ask#cercerion#SORRY I JJST WANTED TO REPOST ALL OF THESE#omg dude this also means u and i have known each other for 10 years thats CRAZY#this photoset is so funny its like he went from being :D to being >:U over the years but i assure you now hes more chill than before#HIS COLORS HAVE NOT CHANGED FOR EIGHT YEARS ALSO WHATTTTT i just chose the perfect hues forever#sobbing and crying i love this guy so much#i dont show him online a lot or at least i didnt as muhc until recently but hes always in my brain#cercerion may as well be a part of my soul at this point#HAPPYU TENTH BIRTHDAY CERCIE I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOWING KISSES INTO A HURRICANE FOR U#windyart#sure ill put it in my tag. this is literally my art
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Welcoming 2024 the right way: by posting Nero Twinkification
#dmc#devil may cry#nero#devil may cry 5#dmc5#art meme#my art#hi i simply Do Not See the picture on the left#what do you mean picture on the right isnt how nero always looks and has looked#he is but a tiny baby slut. to me#and i will drive the albinism aesthetic into the grave#you cannot simply give me a white haired character and then slowly shift the hue of their hair darker over the years#and expect me to be ok with it
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My first kalluzeb edit!
This song is just so very them it's unbelievable tbh
[also on ao3 here]
#kalluzeb#kallus x zeb#zeb x kallus#agent kallus#alexsandr kallus#garazeb orrelios#zeb orrelios#rebels edit#rebels fanvid#star wars edit#star wars fanvid#rebel kallus#star wars kallus#kallus#kalluzeb fanvid#kalluzeb edit#hue & cry#hue and cry#violently (your words hit me)
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Into the (animated) Danteverse
#devil may cry#netflix dmc#dmc anime#clinks both of them together like glasses#my edits#I was originally gonna have them match more in hue and stuff#but I like netflix Dante being abit 'brighter' than 2007 anime dante#netflix dante hasn't hit the big depression pit yet bless his heart
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one of their favorite date nights is just strolling through the city admiring the neon lights. ♥︎
#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#cyberpunk screenshots#cyberpunkedit#cyberpunk aesthetic#cp77#cp77edit#gamingedit#dailygaming#virtual photography#gaming photography#goro takemura#takemura goro#takemura tuesday#takemura x v#takemura x masc v#masc v#male v#oc: vaughn leblanc#otp: golden hues#my screenshots#okay so im still learning how to use reshade and dof and all that jazz#but the fact I can go into a big area and not get any lag and I can finally use amm without it freezing..#a girlie could cry#to celebrate they went on a nice little date in the city#(or just me making excuses so I can put vaughn in that suit for the 4079th time)#I love it sm#couples who match together stay together <3
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kylar with the teeth
#im on a ROLL guys.#my art#dol#kylar the loner#ill be honest. hes growing on me. but i still need to finish drawing everyone else#i need to learn how to draw them consistently.#also just want to update their designs a lil. just a bit#ALSO thank you SO much for all the compliments im going to SOB and CRY actually#i was reading the tags and SQUEALING like a FREAK#my brush is made with like a hue/saturation shift setting btw!!! i use sai2 with scatter brush but i think csp def has it too#but mine is set at 7% brightness hue and saturation if you use it too :)#oh also the statue in the thing is one of those art like. dolls? what are they called#anyways pretty funny right. right. laugh.
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pixel portrait
chappell roan 👩🎤
#pixel art#chappell roan#ドット絵#mine#pixelart#fanart#me trying to handle hues and i didn’t cry the entire time
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I saw Florence’s dress at the Met Gala 2019 and I thought “I need to draw Dream in this, like, right now, my king, my Dream” -
- and now I’m devastated because I drew Morpheus in such a Daniel dress and colors and I’m angry at myself uugh He's a daydream king for a single hour before he reverts back to his natural black wardrobe. <3
#please tell me he can wear these colors I'm crying#I can't manage to change the hues to blue and gold and don't want to recolor it all#this was such a messy thing with layers all over the place no way am I recoloring it Dx#own art#dream of the endless#morpheus#in a daniel dress...#the sandman fanart#teejaystumbles
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sometimes i remember the existence of white ppl soups
#crys speaks#just checked the notes of that soup rb post. every other person saying tomato soup and french onion etc ...#one person not thinking ramen's a soup. y'all need pho and bun bo hue and bun rieu and bun mam and non-instant ramen and egg drop and miso#and tom yum and hot and sour soup and congee etc etc etc
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i just saw a yt short spell and call isabela "isabella", luisa "lusia", and mirabel "mirabella" im—
#encanto#mirabel madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#madrigal sisters#cool hue sisters#im crying pls#it was a short about agustin’s flowers and socks that represent his daughters#which is really nice and i love him for it#but damn the names made me cry wheeze help
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bittersweet memories
dancing in the pupils
of my hollowed out eyes
these sugar-coated recollections
attempting to latch onto me
ultimately
eating me alive
—clare guintu, from stain of hues
#art#poetry#poets on tumblr#female poets#poem#quote of the day#stain of hues#poems on heartbreak#heartbreak#books that made me cry#literature#dark academia#short poem#writers and poets#original poem#creative writing
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hi athy!! it's been a while but i woke up knackered and dehydrated and chose violence i'm so sorry
He doesn’t tell Charles it’s the last time they see each other. He suspects Charles knows anyway: he’s always been able to read Seb easily, a quick once-over and he’s flailed before him, all of his secrets at Charles’s disposal. He sees him off, he picks up some groceries on his way back, he locks the door and he gives himself a week to grieve.
In hindsight, expecting to get over killing the love of his life in a week might have been overly optimistic.
He’s promised himself when the time came he’d never do it. There is no point: it won’t make him feel better, and it won’t change the outcome, and he has a high chance of messing up Charles of all people, which makes it not just worthless but outright dangerous, and yet—
And yet when Seb brings out his coloured pencils and charts a course, he finds it’s the first thing he’s been able to accomplish in a month.
He wonders if there is a moral difference, if sneaking into his past like a thief is made any better by the fact that he seems unable to do anything else. Then he forbids himself to think at all.
In the first safe-house he uses he walks into the bedroom on autopilot and slumps against the wall; it’s never occurred to him, before, that he hasn’t been alone in here for over a decade. It’s one of the stupidest reasons not to use a bed when you have one, and so he puts down his bag, and he washes up, and he gets under the covers.
In the next ones he doesn’t bother trying, collapsing straight onto the couch instead.
He doesn’t let himself think, and he moves, and inverts, and he swallows food to keep himself going, and so when his feet bring him down a corridor he’s been in once already, he finds himself utterly unprepared.
“Did you forget something?” Charles asks, opening the door. He is chewing something; his hair is wet. He is here.
He is here.
He is here.
He is here—
Charles frowns, squinting at him, and plants himself in the gap of the ajar door, his hand firm on the handle.
“When are you from?” he asks.
“Ahead,” Seb says quietly. It’s the first time he’s heard his own voice in weeks. It barely works; he still has to swallow against it, trying to keep it in. It feels like every last part of him is trying to jump out of his body and reach touch feel feel feel
Charles is looking at him; it feels like stepping into the sun after an eternity of living underground.
“What are you doing here?” Charles asks, and cranes his neck to look into the corridor, confused. “Where is he? I mean, me?”
He doesn’t even need to give Seb a once-over, not with how hard he has to bite into his lip to keep it from trembling.
“Oh, fuck,” Charles says. All this time dreaming of this, and suddenly Seb can’t bear to look at him.
Charles cups his face in both hands, swipes his thumbs over his cheeks, and Seb melts into it immediately, presses urgently against the touch, trying to drink it in before it disappears. It’s heaven; it’s torture; he can barely breathe.
Charles’s hand is wet on his neck when he guides him into the room, and he realises he is crying. Crap. He thought, somehow, that he might be able to hide why he’s there, might be able to spare him knowing it happens at all, but it’s obvious now; of course it is. Stupid. Idiot.
“It’s okay,” Charles murmurs gently, and Seb is tucked safely against his shoulder, cradled closer like he is precious, when he—he—when it’s his—“It’s okay, I got you, I’m here.”
For now.
Seb wants to scream.
He doesn’t know how long they stand there by the door, Charles practically crushing him against himself, until finally the tension dissipates and he feels as drained as he’s been for the past few months.
There’s nothing quite as exhausting as grief.
Charles makes him tea, and holds him some more, and talks to him and jokes and makes him laugh—a terrible, wet sound, clumsy and alien; Charles still beams at him like he’s never heard anything better.
“I’m so sorry,” Seb says, even though he told himself multiple times not to burden Charles with it. It rips out of him anyway, too strong to hold it in.
“It’s not your fault,” Charles shrugs, and it takes all Seb still has not to curl in on himself.
You don’t understand. I knew. I knew you would go with me, and I knew you would love me, and I knew it would kill you, and I did it anyway.
“I dragged you into this,” he offers instead, and Charles shrugs again, with baffling levity.
“It’s not like I didn’t know.” Seb stares for a few long seconds. Then he realises what part is missing: of course Charles knows what they do is dangerous. If only it were all there was—“You’re not subtle, you know.”
“I—” he is what “I don’t—”
“I don’t know all of it,” Charles says, and he rolls his eyes, and if Seb didn’t love him so much he would’ve yelled at him for being so flippant about this. “But I know there is something. So.” He looks away, fiddling with the label of his tea packet, and Seb deflates, recognising his brave front for what it is. He swallows.
“Then I’m sorry,” he says again. Charles, unbelievably, laughs.
“Oh, yeah, I’m very sorry I met you,” he says, shaking his head. “Tragedy.”
“But it doesn’t end well!” Seb implores, forgetting he is not supposed to say it, as if it could help, as if it could save him, as if he could persuade Charles to walk out and live—
“Of course it doesn’t!” Charles snaps. He sighs, rubbing his face, and takes Seb’s hand. “I think, when it’s like this, it always ends bad.” Seb closes his eyes and feels himself shrink, trying to hide and disappear. He knows he tends to ruin everything he touches; it still hurts to hear it put like this.
Charles strokes his knuckles carefully.
“It’s just—” he sighs. “When it ends, I have to be without you, or you have to be without me. So it’s always bad. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have it at all.”
“So the only way out is if we die simultaneously,” Seb tries to joke; Charles makes a face.
“I’d rather know you are okay.”
“You can’t know that if you’re dead,” Seb points out, and Charles hums, balancing his chair on the back legs.
“I think I will always know,” he says with a smirk, aiming for light-hearted, but his eyes are tender on Seb’s face. Seb swallows.
I’m not. I’ll try.
“Take care of yourself,” Charles says as he sees him out.
“You take care of yourself,” Seb says, smacking him on the shoulder, feigning affront. Charles gives him a cheeky smile.
“I have you for that,” he says.
Seb bites his lip.
“I’m not doing a very good job,” he confesses, and Charles cups his face, runs his hand through his hair with a gentle smile. Seb tries not to think about how this is the last time Charles will ever touch him.
“I think you are.”
Seb lets it wash over him, settle warmly in his chest.
He chose this Charles because he thought he could handle it, now. He also chose this Charles because if he couldn’t, he would have his Seb back in a couple of hours, in one piece and wanting nothing more than to hold him and make him feel loved and cherished and adored.
At least this time around, maybe, maybe, he managed to love him right.
When he gets to the safe-house, he locks the door, crawls into bed, and doesn’t dream.
its so long and ive just realised i ripped off your martian time travel au as well im sorry :'( woe be me
knackered tenet anon are you trying to make me cry??? are you. are you trying to make me curl up on the floor and never get up again???
listen. listen there's something just so tragic about. time. always working against them. i'm forwards but you're backwards. my beginning is your end. did you love me because i set this torturous circle up? would you love me if you knew? how would i ever know? was it worth it?
but charles says, yeah, it's always going to be bad. you send me on my death and at the other edge of the mobius strip i see you die. but does that mean we shouldn't have it? does that mean i'd give this up? no! if the middle is all we have, then the middle it is. i'd rather have all this pain than to not have you at all.
that's the basis of your entire tenet au there are two people willing to walk the loneliest journey just to have pockets of time where they meet i'm going to cry! knackered tenet anon jail for you!!! jail!!!
#athy texts#tenet au#hey everyone look#knackered tenet anon woke up and chose violence and pain#hue hue hue (the sound of me crying)#knackered tenet anon#sebchal#fanfic#rpf
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it’s crying about chameleon by blixemi hours
#🎶AND ALTHOUGH NOW THAT IM FREE FROM YOU#🎶AND YOUR COLOURS FADE TO MUTED HUES#🎶IT SCARES ME BECAUSE I START TO SEE MY COLOUR HAS FADED TOO#it makes me cry every time#protagonist.txt
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Human-caused climate change is a myth. Just kidding. It's very real, and it's time to face the facts.
Climate change isn't some elaborate hoax cooked up by scientists looking for more research funding. It's a harsh reality backed by mountains of evidence. The ice caps are melting faster than butter on a hot skillet, sea levels are rising like an overflowing bathtub, and extreme weather events are hitting us more frequently than spam emails.
Despite all this, some folks still think it’s all an overblown conspiracy. They clutch at straws, claiming the climate has always changed. Sure, the climate has changed before, but not at this alarming rate. It’s like comparing a gentle drizzle to a full-blown hurricane. Natural processes don't pump billions of tons of CO2 into the atmosphere each year. That's all on us.
Scientists are practically screaming for action. The data is clear: human activities, like burning fossil fuels and deforestation, are driving this mess. But instead of heeding the warnings, some people prefer to stick their heads in the sand, hoping the problem will just go away. Spoiler: it won't.
The evidence is everywhere. Just look at the record-breaking temperatures, the devastating wildfires, and the increasingly intense hurricanes. These aren't isolated incidents. They're the new normal, and they're a direct result of our actions.
So, let’s cut the nonsense. Climate change is real, it's happening now, and we’re the ones causing it. Ignoring the problem won't make it go away. It’s time to face reality and take action before it’s too late. The planet is sending us a clear message. Are we finally ready to listen?
#hue and cry#science#climate#climate change#scientific-method#reality#facts#evidence#research#study#knowledge#wisdom#truth#honesty
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one of the rare moments they decide to go on a date. ♥
"It all feels really calm, I forgot how much I loved it here.."
"We can come here everyday if it means seeing that smile on your face, V."
#cyberpunk 2077#shippy saturday#oc: vaughn leblanc#goro takemura#takemura x v#otp: golden hues#male v#my screenshots#queue mean the world to me#-#gaaah have I ever mentioned how much I love them?#it's undying#this easily just became my favorite set of them#the way goro is looking at vaughn in the first photo#am cry#they just look so at peace#something goro craves so much is for vaughn to find peace#this is one of those places where vaughn just fully lets go
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Accountability is the bedrock of trust. Without it, society crumbles, professions falter, and relationships decay. The principle of "hue and cry" — raising an alarm when a wrong is witnessed — is a timeless method to uphold this crucial standard. By holding people accountable, we maintain the integrity of our communities and the reliability of our professions.
In the family, accountability fosters respect and honesty. When a family member acts against shared values, addressing it directly ensures everyone understands the importance of these values. This might be as simple as reminding a child to complete their chores or discussing with a sibling about keeping commitments. Such actions, though small, reinforce the fabric of familial trust.
Among friends, accountability strengthens bonds. If a friend behaves irresponsibly, it’s important to speak up. This doesn’t mean confrontation but rather expressing concern and suggesting better choices. When friends hold each other to high standards, it nurtures a supportive and reliable circle.
In the workplace, accountability is indispensable. Professions such as medicine, law, and engineering demand the highest standards of trustworthiness. Imagine a scenario where a doctor notices a colleague neglecting hygiene protocols. By addressing this issue, the doctor not only upholds professional standards but also protects patients. Similarly, a lawyer must ensure peers adhere to ethical practices, safeguarding justice and the profession's reputation.
Holding colleagues accountable can sometimes be challenging, but it’s essential for maintaining a trustworthy work environment. For example, in the tech industry, if a software engineer notices a peer cutting corners in code review, speaking up ensures the integrity of the product and the team's reliability. This culture of accountability leads to better outcomes and a stronger, more cohesive team.
In every facet of life, from personal relationships to professional duties, accountability ensures that standards are met and trust is maintained. By embracing the principle of hue and cry, we contribute to a society where honesty, integrity, and reliability are not just expected but ensured.
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