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evanescentdawn · 2 years ago
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hi !!!!! i know this ask is from like. 6 sep 2022 but I wanted to save it for when i write a line i Really like and fjjfjfjfjfjfj that time has COME. :D
like okay, okay. i was editing my alchemy of souls wip, the stars & us, i think. i actually don’t know what the wip is called lololol. anyways, so there was this line bothering me and I FINALLY fixed it. and oh my god. ohhhhh myyyy godddd. IT FKDHDJKSKDKDKD JUST FKFKKFKFKFK
so here’s the line
Jin Buyeon jolts. That voice. She snaps behind her, swallowing. “Jang Uk.”
screetching, because it came out so perfect for me. i Love the moments in canon where yeong calls his name, either in s1 or s2, i have a personal dnhdhshdhdhdjd for when characters call each other’s name. and just it’s extra special when she does it for me. aNYWAYS. so i wanted !!!! this line to be Good. and yeah, okay. the first drafts of it was…..okay but DIDNT HAVE THE OOMF that was looking for !!! but today !!!! no, it’s yesterday now, isn’t it. so yesterday !!! was apparently Perfect alignment of everything for me to write the Perfect line i wanted !!!!!
okay, maybe I’m being dramatic but also this is perfect Reaction because hhhhhHhhhhhhh sO PROUD OF HOW PERFECT LINE THAT CAME OUT LIKE. I’m so <3333333333
my fave part HAS gotta be to be “that voice” like *screams* when i was rewriting that line — ik i keep saying line when it’s More than one line but wait is line supposed to mean a sentence or maybe it’s just….that. a single line. I’m defintely getting off topic — so like when I was rewriting that line and then, wrote down “that voice” IT WAS LIKE EVERYTHING SLOTED INTO PLACE PERFECTLY. THAT WAS THE LINE I WAS WAITING FOR. EVEN THO I DIDNT KNOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cuz really, the only things I’ve added was that line and “swallowing” but THAT VOICE. ADDED SO MUCH TO IT. it was !!!! the OOPHM I WAS LOOKING FOR. so v glad so v happy I Found it because fjdhdjjdjdkfkd hi Hello this is most definitely my FAVOURITE line out of the entire wip so far !!!!!!!!!!! like, my god, do i Love it when characters call each another character’s names. ESPECIALLY WHEN YEONG DOES IT. and this was so absolutely perfect im so ^^^^^^^^^ <33333333
it’s even Better in context. cuz like she was reminiscing about her life being Prisoned in that room and yeah…….he had…. *BREAKS INTO FEELS*
ik u absolutely don’t know anything about alchemy of souls, asker, but thanks for letting me ramble LOL
ok so apparently the word I was looking for Was Not OOMF or OOPHM but in fact. OOMPH. but anyways, yeah. that’s close enough.
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angeart · 15 days ago
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All I hear are screams
something something being haunted by the ghosts of past scars— @mcyt-halloween event gift for @captiandirtnap, hope u like!! <3
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arttsuka · 1 month ago
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○ A piece of you ●
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astranauticus · 2 months ago
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Director of the False Last Act
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slythereen · 1 year ago
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and that’s on ✨manifestation✨
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alychelms · 6 months ago
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I was playing around with some new sumi-e/sakura brushes I downloaded, and I made a passably decent cherry tree and thought "this would be a great background for a Regret of Chunshan drawing!" Then I finished that piece and thought, "Or I could do a whole seasonal thing with the same tree and different pairings!" And this is the result! So here you go, I'm calling the whole series after the chengyu:
春生夏长,秋收冬藏
(pin: chūn shēng xià zhǎng qiū shōu dōng cáng, transl: It sprouts in spring, grows in summer, harvests in autumn, and stores in winter). This describes the agricultural cycle, but also generally refers to the occurrence and development process of things. Edited to add: after discovering the naked molerat weirdness that has consumed SVSSS fandom these past 24 hours, I feel like I picked the wrong day to post something pretty :D
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xxplastic-cubexx · 5 days ago
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If you were to like redesign Magneto's classic outfit in a way that both suits the character and your own tastes, how would you redesign it?
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uhhhh errrmmmmm i dont know i really couldnt improve upon perfection but i have still tried for you my friend !!!
#xmen#xmen comics#magneto#erik lehnsherr#max eisenhardt#erik magnus lensherr#like ig fc erik there too but only if you squint Generally Speaking this aint about him#snap sketches#i thought this was gonna be a quick thing but then As I Do i sat and thought about it for too long#and for what. my end result isn't that different from the beginning !! tragic .#out of these i think. it MAY be obvious i like the far right one#once i remembered I Do In Fact love megaman i locked in cause everytime i draw Classic Magneto all i think of is megaman#cant even make a magnetman joke that mfer already exists and he from my FAVORITE classic megaman title tyvm#anyway. should i explain my reasoning now. man i guess i can try#i couldnt tho is the thing- at least for the first set i really was just ickin around and seeing what i Might like#evidently it was nothing LMAO i told yall i cant improve perfection ... so i just. Smash Bros'd his classic look#With some tearing on the cape cause i said so ............#at most- with the furthermost right bit- i just wanted to emphasize a feeling of 'power' hence the chunkier boots + gloves#with the first look i tried that angle with showing some arm skin buuuuttt i dont like it ...#i think the sleeveless look really only works if the outfit's black idk i cant explain it#overall the first design i tried just feels too sleek for my liking if i wanted to go for a 'power' approach#i like the 'M' i did with the legs at least. i really wanted to incorporate an M in case it wasnt clear but alas ...#tbh i might steal the boots/gloves/underwear design from myself when i draw classic magneto regularly. SHRUG we'll see#as for now i am very sleepy and i have class in the morning and i want to do some work Before Class#very cool but very sad i dont have my third class today :( its my fave class :( at least i get more time to work#and the more work i get done the more time i get to draw the sillies !!! epic ...#anyways. good night everyone !!!!!!! talk to yall tomorrow ..... probably ... or later ig technically... i should sleep earlier <- wont
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DPxDC Prompt
Thinking back on it, Danny probably should have been more wary of being given the title ‘Ender Of Timelines’.
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raiiny-bay · 8 months ago
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the kids released a new album
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jichanxo · 1 month ago
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subjugate your shame (uncropped under the cut)
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i like yasu's face too much here to not post it uncropped....
#beatrice the golden witch#beatrice umineko#sayo yasuda#yasuda sayo#umineko#umineko no naku koro ni#wtc#when they cry#umitober#jichanart#originally i was gonna colour this more normally but i wasn't enjoying it so i gave up and did something simpler#i like the lineart here too much to not finish this one#anyway um. about beatrice and yasu's dual roles of master and servant#yasu who is both heir and the true master of the family/island#but who is inescapably ruled by her circumstances and blood. and also literally working as a maid#beatrice whose presence is ambiguous but inescapable on the island. who holds the family's wealth and decides who may live and die#but also literally trapped on the island and is very much another possession of the ushiromiyas#who is also furniture like the rest of the servants#yasu as beatrice's master is obviously about yasu knowing the full truth and using it for her own purposes#conquering the legend of the witch and making it work for her instead#but i guess also (my personal wish)#the idea of yasu overcoming the beatrice that represents her shame over her body and her blood#hence the title#yuri as a metaphor for self acceptance (once again)#and what a fine master yasu would be for beatrice....#after being mistreated by kinzo and abandoned by battler#how cold and cruel and loving#that a mere maid would rise above her station to put the witch beatrice in her place....#(i am lost in yuri delusions)#now you see why i couldn't abandon this wip? i have too much to say about it....
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moments-au-crayon22 · 1 year ago
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Part 2 of 3 / This is nothing
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shovson · 3 months ago
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@hypersoft-fest week 3: detective stories
IT TAKES TWO
After an impromptu race briefing in Shov's hotel room, Jenson and Bono are woken up by a loud banging on the hotel door in the dead of night.  They open the door and discover an equally anxious Rubens and Riki that meet them with odd and worrying news.  Almost the entire paddock is missing. Engineers. Drivers. Team principals. Team heads. Car designers. Gone. With only twelve hours until the race begins and the press catches on, the surviving pairs must investigate the whereabouts of every missing person in order to ensure they're found safe and alive.  With Jenson and Rubens leading the charge, Riki and Bono hope to help push their drivers in the right direction before time runs out. Every second counts. As the four dig deeper into the mystery, they uncover a web of crimes and corruption behind the motorsport they exist in and begin to answer the question: in Formula One, who really wins?
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hippolotamus · 7 months ago
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Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕
Buddie fic title:
If only I knew you had electric fingerprints
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Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛
After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.
He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.
Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!
Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?
And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.
When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.
Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading them to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.
"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.
"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."
"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.
And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.
How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.
He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.
But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.
Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-
Dear Christopher.
He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.
As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.
In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.
It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.
He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.
Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.
He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.
Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.
"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.
He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.
“Hey, buddy…”
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miiukkaa · 2 years ago
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leo doodles :)
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tblsomedoodles · 1 year ago
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Donny's info from my 03 separated au (which i think i'm just calling the Ninja Club au for now. b/c it's stupid and gives me high school vibes.)
But yeah! I wanted to post Mikey here as well, but he's not done yet. (my cringe son will have to get his own post. Darn lol.)
ANYWAYS! Details!
Donny, of course, was raised by the Jones family after they all got separated during a sewer collapse (or something. I may rework the that later) when they're about 2-3 yo. Donny gets found and brought home by a 9 yo Casey.
Splinter finds him when he's eight and spoke with him briefly. But Splinter was in disguise so Donny didn't recognize him past a vague feeling of safe (which he fought against b/c this is Donny.) After realizing that Donny is safe and well taken care of, Splinter leaves him be. (the best splinter could offer was a place in the sewers and if Donny was able to not live in the sewers, Splinter was not going to take that away from him.)
They gets reunited with most of his mutant family (Raph's still missing) when their fifteen. And that's only b/c Mikey refused to wait anymore and surprised him late at work before Splinter could tell him not to.
He's pretty confused about it all, at first, but he eventually happy to have contact with his siblings. (tho he's less stoked about the adventures he keeps getting dragged out on during school nights.)
for the first few months, he's very against learning to fight. He's a high schooler. Sure Mikey and Leo can fight, but that doesn't mean he has to learn.
But then there's an incident involving Shredder, Leo, and a very breakable window, and he realizes he needs to learn so he's not the weak link and so he can protect himself and his brothers. (it also helps that they found out the Shredder had been targeting Donny for said treatment first due to his lack of training and how easy it would be to grab him from school. But Donny hadn't went to school during those days so they went after Leo instead.)
I have so many stupid ideas for this, you have no idea. anyways, that's all for now. Mikey's might be up later today, but i have work to get to rn.
edit: Links for Mikey, Raphael, and Leo's info dumps
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itwoodbeprefect · 2 months ago
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i think that "oh no! the pet turtle was safely delivered to a clearly professional place that will take good care of it while the main characters go on a holiday trip, but unbeknownst to them the vet that works there is the turtle owner's unpleasant ex who found it weird to talk to turtles!" is my absolute favorite cliffhanger i've seen in a while
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