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I suppose I don't talk about Howie much cus in my head he and my s/i are just happily married. They got their happy ending, so there is nothing left to talk about. It's just sad that I couldn't talk on my blog at the time I developed the ship in real time.
#basically its friends to lovers (no surprises there lol)#they take care of each other#a nice equal relationship where they go through a lot of shit (show drama)#and then run off into the sunset together to be happy always#cus what the hell was canon??#it doesnt exist to me.#Howie and Charlie (my si) are off somewhere having fun and healing#sunny speaks#ship: peace and love
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How is it that I've never seen a prompt for tumblr live on mobile or pc? Are they only pushing it on certain users?
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Another late night sketch - those scenes where qifrey has coco sat on his arm are so sweet OTL
#anatomy doesnt exist when its 2am btw#dont look at me#qifrey#coco#wha#witch hat atelier#tongari boushi no atelier#fanart#my art#sketch#digital art#artists on tumblr
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theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)
hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)
both requested by @nicohasperished !
#i ignored the ‘gators cant blush’ thing for the previous request#but i didnt ignore it this time (for the people who like it that way <3)#ngl really proud of how the gideons and kremys hands turned out#honestly i want to make a little ‘how i draw the krew’ thing with things like hands#something about gideons hands being square-ish and kremys being sharp and triangular is so satisfying to me#coalecroux#kremy lecroux#gideon coal#kremy x gideon#i looovee hootsie sm#glad i finally got around to drawing her!!#gricko being a dad >>>#not to get deep or anything#but i think gricko tries to be as present for and as invested in hootsie as humanly (goblinly?) possible because of his dad#who was completely absent to the point where he didn’t even know his name or face or even existence#and since his mom had to work a lot to make ends meet and put food on the table#he knows what it feels like to be a little kid and feel isolated or neglected#of course he had his mom and uncle glorbo but i doubt they were there for him during the majority of his childhood#he doesnt want hootsie to grow up like that#them <3#gricko grimgrin#hootsie grimgrin#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#my art#ouaw fanart#ouaw
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drew these for heart pirates day and uhhhh ep1115
#one piece#trafalgar law#fanart#my art#bepo one piece#heart pirates#sachi one piece#penguin one piece#canon doesnt exist if we try hard enough#if *I* try hard enough#also i like to think my guy just had a period where after he recovered he took the time to just. bask under the sun. suntanning.#cus my guy went from pasty pale as hell to enough melanin to put me to shame#/j i never had a chance to tan much to begin with lmao but you get my point#also also id like to think he uses bepo as like. a beach mat or smth. idk waht you call those. the things people lie on to suntan idk#like he already uses bepo as a pillow wahts stopping him to lie on top of him to sunbathe#also also also if youd like to know uhhh that beach day drawing?? inspired by when bepo swam away w law on top of him idk that was in my#mind for WEEKS when i read the manga#that and i just want them to goof off#also uhh ep 1115 a day AFTER heart pirates day was just cruel like damn#bepo's desperation got to me#also polar tang :((( man :((((( where are they getting another old man to build them another submarine :((
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There is something about Pedros eyes as Joel that has me on the floor, throughout the series there are alot of microexpressions he does but this damn contrast makes my heart ache.
He goes from disbelief to shock to completely shutting down when Sarah dies, there is so much pain in those eyes it makes your heart clench, it's in the way Joel keeps hugging Sarah harder as to transfer his own life into hers by pure will,
Then you have the hospital and you see no light behind those eyes, you can just feel the pure rage and agony. Him walking slower and slower and you can just feel his heart drop, and the wires come lose in his head and then there is one mission, save Ellie. His eyes man....
#I am biased cause I love the man#actually I only started knowing him from tlou#so how biased am i#anyways#i love his acting#and he nails it#i sometimes see things#like comments especially on tiktok about the casting of tlou#about both pedro and bella#and it ticks me off#i block them but still#i actually wanna show full on appreciation for both versions#cause i fucking love the game#tlou 1#no tlou 2 that shit doesnt exist for my mental health#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#pedro pascal#joel and ellie#joel and sarah
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immediate redraw
#a doodley#i do think talon would already have some dinky phone but he doesnt use it often#but al convinces him to have it on him when he prowls around at nite just in case#otherwise he forgets it exists#but im not sure....im not sure yet abt him and technology in canon#anyway this doodle also made me realize i need the al and talon train to get going again bc i KNOW al wld have some annoying nickname for#him....but those always come organically like how i didnt have him call me bunny on purpose from day 1 its just what happened over time#like his contact name wld not be talon....#realized too late that the person sending the foto wld be talon i shldve made it grainier and more pixelated and blurry
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On the plus side, nothing has replied to me yet, which I am taking as a win.
#art#doodle#comic#this always makes me double take afterwards because technically i am expecting an answer#i just dont know what it is because IT DOESNT EXIST.#do you know what i mean lol#sz#darqxdreams#but not because i am awake when this happens#this does however follow a similar format to my nightmare comics XD
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maffhew who refuses to say runebergin torttu because he knows hes gonna butcher it so bad he might be kicked out of the country the second he tries and staunchly avoids that by going "the one dessert that barky is going to have to explain 😃"
sasha who gets faced with the most generic description of everything hes ever eaten in his life so far because of maffhew and going "???... oh you mean runebergin torttu!"
"he did good he liked the food and he likes the finland so far so its good" sasha says with so much pride now that all the anxiety has left his system that his husband teammate is enjoying his country and doesnt hate it
media availability | 10.29.24 (x)(x)
the smile of a man who knowlingly doomed his husband and said husband using all his brain power to context clues his way to whatever the fuck he just got asked that his brain is running hotter than a mid 2012 macbook air thats somehow still alive in the year of the lord 2024 but girl does she chug along shes louder than a fighter jet
#matthew tkachuk#aleksander barkov#florida panthers#2425#the famous vanha kauppahalli date™#we know how bad he is at pronouncing words not in english he does not want to fuck up his husbands language in front of him#(the nhl stars try to speak german video has entered the chat)#different attitudes here lmao#“he did good” mate he was... eating food... what... what is there to praise here..?#i shivered sweet mary and joseph sasha this is how you praise maffhew? yeah id be an annoying little shit about it too#whatever they have. unexplainable. i wont even bother#im glad to see pie and cake are still very confusing for esol#somehow ive had the conversation with several different people in my lifetime and realised even i dont know what the fuck it is#in the sense that when i translate pastries into english for my american friends i just pause and go#wait... i think this is a pie... but its called a tart in spanish but its also kind of a cake? and- [windows reboot sound]#ive had to do this with pastafrola and im like please just eat it dont make me explain im gonna cry if i do#I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS IN AN ENGLISH CONTEXT BECAUSE IT DOESNT EXIST IN AN ENGLISH CONTEXT TO ME JUST EAT IT#“so whats the difference between a torta and a tarta and isnt a tarta kinda like a pie-” “stop asking questions you dont want answers to”#you have no idea how upset i get trying to explain#im glad sasha at least protrays a little of that frustration by going “i dont know english word” girl SAME
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i cant draw them not touching each other idk
#johndirk#homestuck#john egbert#dirk strider#okay fine ill post these here#hs^2 doesnt exist to me unless its about them#my friends activated the brainworm#dirkjohn
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anyway, don’t be a stranger
#AND WHO KNOWS….THERE MIGHT BE HOPE FOR US YET#uploading this drawing w a g*n in my mouth no im kidding but actually sibling dynamics make me SICK#this is my season finale whatever bad happens in the next episodes doesnt exist for me#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#bad batch#bad batch spoilers#star wars#my art#tbb s3#tbb s3 spoilers#the bad batch season 3#bad batch season 3#tbb fanart#bad batch fanart#the bad batch fanart#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb wrecker#hunter bad batch#crosshair bad batch#wrecker bad batch#star wars fanart#sw fanart#sw#bad batch hunter#bad batch crosshair#bad batch wrecker#the clone wars#tcw
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Clone^2 - Separation Strikes
"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.
His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.
Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.
And it was summer; Damian starts today.
"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."
Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.
"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"
"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."
Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.
Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.
Danny just...
His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.
He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.
Not like he was.
Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.
He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.
Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.
His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.
(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)
Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"
He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.
Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.
He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.
Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."
"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.
Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?
He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."
Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"
Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.
And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.
His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."
Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"
That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"
Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.
"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."
Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.
"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."
Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc fic#dpxdc ficlet#clone^2#clone danny fenton#MAN I LOVE THIS AU SM#clone danny#danny fenton is a clone#i lomv. them :((( SO MUCH. I'VE MISSED WRITING THEM. i had this idea since talking to purple-goo-writes abt clone danny last week#they mean everything to me. they are the brothers ever. so family coded. don't ask me about the timeline here it doesnt exist#its post-danny's hands getting permanently fucked up and thats it lol.#parent danny is great but 'big brother danny' is SO fucking fun to write. he's silly and goofy and annoying in the way only siblings are#smth about writing danny being so full of love and kindness and protective compassion. bleeding heart that he is. its like doing cocaine#chaotic danny is SO fun and silly but kIND danny is. holy shit its better than getting high. altho ive never been high so i can only guess#there's just smth addictive in writing him being affectionate and loving and caring. he's heartful and heart full.#he's sweet - not like sugar - but like caramel. fulfilling and chewy. a kindness that gets stuck in your teeth and melts on your tongue#he's such an annoying older brother. i love him#bal mithai is a type of pakistani dessert btw. since Nanda Parbat is based off the mountain nanga parbat which is in pakistan. i figured#that the food damian had in the league might've been pakistani-based. or at least heavily pakistani in orign. maybe. i just didn't wanna#look up 'arabic desserts' and pick the first one off the list. felt inauthentic that way alsdh#translations since you wont get it through google translate:#1. 'are you nervous beloved?' 2. 'no! I am not nervous!' 3. 'I'm not everyone' 4. 'let me go brother!'#while i dont usually use 'little brother' or 'brother' as terms of endearments between siblings. Jazz canonically calls Danny that and#i figured if i worded it in a way that sounded natural. it would sound less soul-crushingly cringy. look as someone wit THREE siblings.#i know exactly how siblings interact with one another. but this felt like a special exception. they don't say it often
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cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..
#xmen#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#snap chats#the rare time i post an idea of mine only because i really cant think of a way id draw this#usually i hoard my ideas cause i like surprising you guys but this aint really one i feel like drawing so. For You my friends#like i COULD but. idk just isnt particularly something im itching to draw it just seems cute#but anyways no chat let me cook alright hear me out cause i talk in my brain all the time while i read#sometimes i stop reading just to think about a bit i read yeah#i want charles to listen in on all of eriks side comments or observations he makes while reading something#like if he wanted to charles could read the whole book in less than five minutes- maybe shorter than that#and that aint fun that aint cool …. so time for Audible: Husband Edition. With Commentary#ITD BE SO COZY just hangin out by the fireplace …. maybe its snowin outisde … if snow even exists anymore atp#a light fire cracklin and the study SEEMS totally quiet otherwise and yet…..#charles has been locked in to erik’s off-the-cuff literary analysis and mild comments for the past twenty minutes. its simple but its bliss#charles doesnt have to worry about being seen as invasive .. he doesnt have to suppress his powers …#the rare occasion erik lets charles into his mind for somethin so innocent .. ive made myself sick i fear#see now i wanna try writing a fic but 1.) have written in years 2.) id have to really think hard on how erik would commentate on a book#hm…… actually i do wonder what erik’s commentary on The Fable of the Bees would be …..#IN ANY CASE. maybe - at the very least- i can draw cherik by the fireplce someday ….#thatd be cute … hm …. depends on if i get in the mood for it down the line#anyways i have to drive back to my dorm !!! boo !!!! so good night everyone !!!!!
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QUICK SKETCH but i rlly like this arc with collectors puppets
#i dont have enough time to finish sorry#and desire to do this#dont mind that i wont use hunters design from s3. it doesnt exists for me bc of FJ. no dana no.#darius toh#hunter toh#darius and hunter#darius deamonne#golden guard#the owl house#my art
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Just had an idea for a Danny phantom au that potentially gets very dark.
Danny goes down to investigate the portal alone.
Danny dies in the portal.
Like, fully dead.
Maddie hears his screams from upstairs, and runs to investigate.
She finds her son's corpse lying in front of a swirling green portal.
The portal needed a sacrifice to open.
The portal is open.
#it is very important to me that this is a maddie-centric au#full ghost au#or just dead au#you decide#dpxdc#but in a way that they dont really interact#they just exist together#in this Maddie's family is a long line of magic users whose abilities weakened overtime#maddie doesnt have abilities or barely has abilities#but she was still taught about exorcist stuff or something#idk im bad with words#maddie fenton#dark danny phantom au#but not Dan dark#danny phantom#portal's sacrifice au#thats what im calling this
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timtum my absolute beloved
#guess who i just remembered exists#or rather just remembered doesnt exist but he's canon To Me#hilda the series#hilda netflix#art tag#hilda timtum#hilda tontu#i have a curse called being obsessed with sketchbook but when i put pen to paper everything i draw turns into funky little guys
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