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wanted to buy papas paleteria to try it out but ended up also buying cluckeria, mocharia and scooperia.... i have no self control
#papas games#papas paleteria#tbh its not that good#it is a bit boring#but its not bad i guess!#papas scooperia#papas cluckeria#papas mocharia#the holy trinity#the best papas games#if u disagree u r transphobic n homophobic#cluckeria n mocharia get sm hate and for what???#they r amazing#i hope everyone at least agrees that scooperia is one of the best#just#chefs kiss#mwah
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yeehaw, baby!
#if u know me u knew this was inevitable#kon el#conner kent#tim drake#timkon#im gonna ramble after the boring tags ok#dc comics#fanart#western au#superboy#OK !!!! ITS TIME#so kon. obvs is a cowboy here#definitely a bit of a magnet for trouble but not an outlaw#still not the sort of person the son of the drake family's supposed to be talking to but yk kon's gonna try anyway#on tims end it pretty much follows the same events as the comics bc if it aint broke dont fix it#<- in terms of the whole sneaking out at night to do his own secret detective work thing at least#i have a whole silly story for the rest of it but im not gonna get into it all here lmao#but yeah i love cowboys and actual cowboy history vv much so this probably wont be the last u see of this au ദ്ദി ˉ꒳ˉ )✧#for now this post's rlly just for goofing around with design ideas#my art
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sorry my stance on stories w no homophobia is just um. well it could do w a little homophobia if im being honest
#1940s magically no homophobia.... bit boring if im being real#blabs#SORRRYRYYEYRYYYRTYYY#BFJNSLFKSLFKD this applies solely to stories
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I know it's unpopular but being straight can be a very queer thing. Because trans people exist.
A trans person who's also straight is still queer as fuck and not for the "trans" label alone. You can't separate those labels.
Transhet people are queer and actually very progressive and they're not appreciated enough
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can you draw some more medic and pauling...? I would love them just gossiping
have some doodles! Something something patient confidentiality....
#tf2#tf2 fanart#team fortress 2#tf2 medic#tf2 miss pauling#testing out a new lineart brush....i realllly like it. its very calligraphic butcan give you interesting looks when you control it more#anyhow IDK if you are even into tf2 anymore with how slow i am answering asks but i had a boring meeting today so could doodle during it#might finish these all off as i see some nice bits here and there in them#lo! behold my really rough sketches lol only the first has had considerable cleanup
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people who say that eddie doesn’t need to dance around to heal he needs to go to therapy or whatever are so boring!!! i don’t wanna watch a man sit on a couch and talk i want to watch him get flirted with by a gay priest and then go home and dry hump the air and then have life affirming sex with his best friend who gafs
#therapy in shows is up there with catholicism in how boring and played out i find it#sorry i don’t want eddie to ‘heal’ through therapy speak i want him to enter his fleabag era and then have weird awkward sex with buck#that they both think is amazing and the best they’ve ever had . and they both cry the entire time. sorry got off track there a bit#911 abc#buddie#eddie diaz
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"wyll's too nice i'd like him more if he were a little meaner and angrier" you guys couldn't handle vivienne de fer having a complicated relationship with the oppressive system she was raised in. you couldn't handle liam costa making a minor but well-intentioned mistake. you couldn't handle preston garvey having a recurring fetch quest.
you couldn't even handle early access wyll who was angrier and grappled with moral quandaries more. and you can't handle wyll as he is now when he playfully teases astarion.
#sophie.txt#if wyll said some of the shit astarion does you guys would be calling him toxic and manipulative and irredeemable#black characters never fucking win in fandoms#if they're even the SLIGHTEST bit morally grey then they're irredeemable and hated#if they're morally good then they're boring#there's no fucking winning#baldur's gate#bg3#wyll ravengard#antiblackness
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pinata
#sorry my stuffs been boring lately#art juice waning a bit#seraph draws#oc: josh#art#oc#digital art#furry#digital#character#doodle#sketch#pinata#furry art#fursona
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AITA for moving my family to the country and making my 10 year old son do weed chores
#South Park#Stan marsh#randy marsh#my art#I’ve had this one on the back burner for a bit I would keep coming back to it between projects and overpainting a little more#I don’t feel like working it any more even tho there’s some stuff that could be cleaned up but I can’t be assed I need to lock into other st#I fucked around with the color curves a lot cause I was bored it’s intentionally very brown looking btw
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❎[🔒...]
#hankcon#hannor#dbh#hank anderson#dbh connor#connor rk800#detroit become human#hank x connor#i know i know#connor has only a phone bc hank gave him one and it's only usage is to receive hanks shitposts#hank is a millenial#bryan dechart#clancy brown#my art#please don't repost#just an old dude and his twink#still can't fucking draw perspective btw#i'm a bit boring i admit
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midnight parade
#wanted to see if the way I painted with oils back in college could push my digital art a bit more#been getting kinda bored of the direction my digital art has been taking lately#anyway I like how this turned out. expect more of this maybe.#fantasy#animal art#saltmalkin
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Batfam Psych au
Duke actually has "psychic" powers but would never reveal that to the world at large. And Jason is a drama queen
Commission info / ko-fi
#it helps that they're both actual detectives#they do this at least once every few months btw#mostly when jason gets bored#duke is fine with it cuz it means he doesn't have to do AP homework for a bit#jason todd#duke thomas#batman#dc#dc comics#fanart#fan art#my art#red hood#signal dc#batfam#batfamily#batbros#batkids#batsiblings#psych#psych au
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some pre-reaping Katniss and etccccc
Random thoughts
Hc that Katniss and Prim wear oversized pre-loved clothes bought from the hob, which are lots of men’s wear left behind by the peacekeepers. And it makes sense to get larger clothes to grow into and whatnot. So yea it doesn’t fit the best but they are mended and presentable! On another note I like the blue grey washed out aesthetic of district 12 in the movies so I tried to put that here
Anw I been struggling to draw esp with this one for like weeeeks so pls pat me on the back for finishing it /sobs
#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark#gale hawthorne#primrose everdeen#myart#thg#thg fanart#thg katniss#thg peeta#I could cry. I’ve been struggling with this for over a month and I finally finished it#I’m still trying to figure out how I want to draw Katniss sigh#I think the way I draw her is quite boring compared to others I’ve seen. and maybe I made her looks. bit too Asian which is sth I struggle
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Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽`)ノ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!
#may 31th anon#Hello hello hello friends!! How are you!!#I miss you all I miss tumblr I miss drawing these silly men#work was soooo boring today I was really happy that I got to draw John in a baby carrier afterwards (*´︶`*)#what have you been up to??#my job is very boring most of the time unfortunatly!! I want to have a new job a little bit but I also never want to have a job interview#ever again and also I might get a lamp this year (!) I have heard that someone has already printed out the lamp form#are you excited for good omens season 3??#I am!! I have also been watching a lot of x-files#(*´▽`*) we also have moths in the kitchen#I do not know what they are eating we have been storing all of our food in the fridge since last week but new moths keep coming#yesterday one flew out of the forks and spoon drawer#it's her kitchen now#I also got a mole removed#now instead of the mole I have a scar the exact same size an color of the mole#I have also been working on a longer comic project!! I think it will be ready to be shared this summer and I really hope you will like it#it's about the old dragon bros characters and their life with the princesses (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤#I'm having a lot of fun drawing again!!#I hope you're having fun too#also I had to write an email today and I had to attach a pdf file but it was upside down#I could not fix it#I just hit send
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I see your “Bill and Ford go to therapy together” and I raise you “Ford being the therapist”
#gravity falls#book of bill#ford pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#billford#axolotl gf#Ford finds out being an overachiever backfires immensely#he’s there via axolotl so that he can atone for his crimes#if he gets Bill to improve enough to be ready for reincarnation hes exempt from being arrested and his crimes get thrown out#bills cuffs are like those retractable leashes on dogs#if he misbehaved they reign them in a bit more#theraprism workers dress in axolotl colors#the orbs aren’t cause…they’re orbs#this will result in many fights but axolotl really has no other options#this was so fun to color you have no idea#also had fun trying to make a inter dimensional therapists office#idk what the inside of the Theraprism looks like and I didn’t want it to be boring so I made the inside look like the outside
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〔00〕 — 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 : perfect perception
DIRECTORY: concept, chapter 00, chapter 01
it was always just you, and your family.
just you, your mother, twin brother, and grandfather. the puzzle is complete, there is no need for an extra couple of pieces to add on to your already satiated life. there is no need to work hard, or to endure painful endeavors to attain what you want; not when your family would complete it all for you.
it wasn't like you could, or should, complain, no? you have everything granted to you from when you were born. scarred hands, jagged figure, weary eyes; those aren't necessary for a person like you, who will always be sheltered, in both cozy blankets and loving arms. oblivious to the cruel world and pesting hands that claw on innocent beings like you.
a steady house life, a mother who shielded your innocence from all the bloodshed within the family's ordeals, who read to you fairytales, who had you sleep in her bed when you feared, when you foresaw what you thought were monsters under your bed. instead of inhibiting hatred for an heir who'd flinch at raising hands and the sound of clanging swords, she encouraged your meak demeanor and even spoiled tantrums. she runs her hands across your silky tresses, and kisses your forehead a thousand times if you'd even mention it in a passing moment. she dresses you in jewels, in velvety, silky clothes, and bathes you in toys and gifts you never seem to ask for. your little body sleeps on her chest, and listen the steady beat of her heart, calm and beating, all for you.
you teach her softness, and the joys of being a mother. a concept foreign in her eyes, raised opposite to you. she sees herself in you, and projects what should've been her childhood to her youngest twin child.
you have a twin brother, who, despite being born only a few minutes before you, was significantly older than you, both mentally and spiritually. from the moment he was taken into the world, his duty to take all your pain away and to become your very light was established. and like the warrior he is, he takes that daunting task and transforms it into motivation. he is your knight in shining armor, the prince who catches you when you fall, the one who braves your nightmares, the swordman to your royalty. he trains, all day and night, from such a young age to protect you from unnecessary dangers he understood even his mother fears you'd be subjected to. he does not complain, he does not find reasons to gripe; he takes the scars, the bruises, the punishments and missions all in stride. if it meant seeing you happy and unaware from all the cruelty of living; then so be it. as long as, by the end of the day, he comes back to your shared room to find your tiny form drawing a childish imagery of the little family you love and cherish.
you teach him compassion, vulnerability, and share with him the admiration for arts.
then there is your grandfather. a hardened leader, a monster to all those who serve, but an idol in the eyes of oblivious you. he justifies violence in the wake of achieving his goals, he doesn't tolerate mankind's treatment of nature and its animals, and takes the lives of those who dares oppose. but you are treated differently, like glass that shatters at the softest of hits. his words are sugarcoated and stripped down to the most infantine of comprehension, his eyes are soft every time he kneels to your level to gently request that you return to your room. ra's does not kneel, he does not plead, he does not stoop to those younger than him. but to you, naive and dewy-eyed, akin to a fawn hiding behind a mother's legs, he does. every week, he takes in various experts in the field of teaching to become your mentors in whatever passion you have. he is the foundation of your growth, and he prides himself in that regard.
from him, you learn your love of animals. from you, he learns of weakness, and defeat to such platonic desires.
with your little family, you are happy. you never have to find reasons to complain about food, clothes, or any luxuries their family, akin to royalty, could obtain. you have a family smothering you in affection, attention, to the point where all you have to do is smile at the slightest thing and notice how they melt to your whims.
you were never alone when you didn't want to, you were always guarded, safe, and constantly served.
as you should, as it always should be.
and it was a routine you were used to. you never complained, you never pondered beyond primitive knowledge, you had never desired for more, or wanted less. life was normal despite the strange arrangements with servants always being by your beck and call, or how your brother would always seem to come seeking you after another day of "hard work" your mother doesn't permit you to try, with gashes that litter his tan skin and usually sharp eyes, still fixed with a glare though softened once your arms come to coddle him as a reward.
he finds comfort in your hold. it never once registered within you his ever-growing strength and how his hold on you would always seem to to tighten whenever a potential friend would pass by.
yet you are loved either way, you are cared for. what more is there to ask when you have and always been the singular pearl dripping with grace, poise, and a softness beyond the brutish weapons swung within the training grounds your brother finds himself in.
you are loved by everybody: by your mother, by your brother, by your grandfather, and you're the necessary voice that calls out mercy for whenever a servant would be punished for maintaining a less than satisfactory performance when it comes to serving you. you're the light of reason beyond instictive swings of the sword and the impulsive raise of a voice demanding for battle to settle a deal; biting your lips in disappointment every time your mother attempts to punish a small mistake a servant would do right in front of you.
although certain voices in the hallways find your presence... unsavory, out of place, or they simply pity you; whispers filtering through the kind words everyone else never withdraws from you— nonetheless, they'd have no choice but to obey your childish whims, to smile at you, to be kind and diligent to your emotions.
everything is perfect.
yes, yes it is. an undeniable fact within the factions of your heart. you ignore the subtle strain within your chest, the way the emptiness becomes blatant, and the misunderstood desire for something else... something greater, far beyond the honor of your current family; and replace it with temporary joy.
a joy that softly smiles at the piling gifts, a joy that teaches itself to be good, to be grateful, and to dismiss the ever-changing spotlight you have for your family.
to ignore their hushed whispers whenever your small, eight-year old form with wide eyes, holding a toy between your chest, inquire about what they're discussing with that requires such... strained air and ridged poses.
to ignore their careful words, their gentle hands that pats your hair, that beckons you to come to a different room, and the irritation and bubbling tantrums paired with the heat that wraps your boiling thoughts and clenching hands.
you ignore, and try to neglect that growing ache that insurmountably never passes.
even if you lay in bed every night, unable to sleep, gaining consciousness slowly but surely after another day passes.
you ignore, and dismiss, and it all becomes a cycle that you ought to never break, to never rupture with childish curiosity and the thirst for wisdom.
... because everything is perfect.
everything is perfect. like the candlelight beams of the moon dancing through victorian styled windows, fluttering past the curtains to kiss your resting body every night you lay sleeping on a king-sized mattress, surrounded by soft, cotton plushies and silky, cool blankets as your brother coddles you; your head laying on his chest like routine.
it is perfect like the gardens of flowers all planted with your favorites, an array of colors harmoniously dancing to the sway of traversing winds and bumbling pollinators.
it is perfect like the daily hustle and bustle of your servants, buzzing through wide spans of hallways with their voices mingling through busy air and the wafting scent of a new delicacy your mother ornately chose for you to try.
everything was perfect, until it wasn't.
until the illusion of completeness, of unity and satisfaction were shattered like the bones of your brother's opponents, powderized to mere dust.
until you take notice of the hollow piece in your heart, until your servant mentions a father (a word so foreign, so similar to mother... but different all the same) in mere passing when you two had conversed whilst they were tying your shoes.
at first, you didn't pay a mind, proposing to yourself that you'd ask your mother instead after you've finished your daily assignments.
but then, unlike every other time where you dismissed, ignored and forgot— you began to ponder.
the word, the meaning, its possible etymology and every historical relationship it might've contained; a lesson your brilliant mentor taught you, one that served as a paveway for curious, little you, to investigate.
a trait you're sure nobody really tackled within your family.
if that is so, then where does your stubbornness, your drive to seek answers, come from?
you try to solve the puzzle pieces, ones you thought were never present in your life, your mind wracking through stored memories of a young, prying individual like you; until you came to a conclusion.
does it possibly come from a... father?
father...?
father?
father.
... your brother, too, said the same word.
when he was tired and beat from his training, when all he wanted was a singular hug, whose hands were stained with dripping ichor and knees bruised from hitting upon rocky ground. his emerald eyes were seeking your presence, and you find how his delirious state, itching for calm after another stormy trial of missions, was abnormal; unlike you who flinched at the dizzying scent of blood.
too mature, now you've noticed. a presence that exudes superiority, that takes the lives of those who rebel, that punishes anything less than perfect; that only softens, whose shoulders only sag when he takes in your presence within the same room as him— traits too foreign in the midst of a brother the same age as you.
so when you denied him of oasis, when your young brain was too scared, too worried and all the more wishing for answers on why he always comes back bleeding and injured, rejecting his offer for you to come closer— he all but seethes, and instead sighs; watching your quivering lips and the igniting fight in your eyes, a shaded mixture of your mother's and his.
"you're exactly like what mother told me. stubborn like our father when inconsolable... but i love you too much, akhi/akhti, to care for your lesser."
he muttered under his breath, emerald eyes gleaming under moonlit glow as he looks at you, emotions too miscellaneous beyond the swirling pools of green that always keeps a watch on you.
sometimes, he feels less like a brother and more of a knight. sometimes, you wish to rebel and instead dig deep into what's been happening to your brother these past few years, shaped by experience you never once caught yourself transpiring through. sometimes, you wish he doesn't treat you like a glass ornament.
sometimes, you wish you had a normal family.
as much as his words were sweet, as much as you would've felt warmth at the mere affection and exception he holds you in regard to his heart, even if he takes your body in his arms prior to your previous rejection, all but melting and rocking your body to sleep; a common method he utilizes to make you feel drowsy, and to eventually forget the blood on his sheathed sword and sinful hands once your eyes drift to a close—
you still reflect upon his words even if weeks had already passed by after that incident, even if he must've thought your somnolence was enough to dismiss whatever was the 'grammatical' mistake he'd mumbled that night was a product of fatigue after a long day of work.
... because despite being the perfect family, despite the love and care they foster within your heart; washing off the beating emptiness in your chest was harder than any injuries you've obtained after momentary clumsiness.
at least you knew when those scars were incurred, at least you had people to comfort you through the tears that escaped through your eyes.
but this immaterial emptiness has long since festered within the confines of your caged soul.
it beckons you to choose rebellion, it traps your thumping heart and tightens its hold on it, snaring it in a pit you couldn't crawl yourself out of.
desire drives you further away from delusion, from the foundations of weaved lies and rose-tinted picturesque perfection.
and you began to crave satiation to at least mend the missing puzzle piece in your heart; piece by piece, stitch by stitch.
who is your father? what is a father? why did dami told me i'm like... our father?
as you sit alone in your bed, toys long forgotten, alone with only the cool breeze fluttering by your window to accompany you. the questions begin to grate at your mind, yet all you do is bring your knees closer to your chest, lips dry at the forgone isolation you put yourself through after a cycle of endless thinking.
"momma will be here soon," you mutter to yourself. your voice, meek and highly pitched, young and cradling childish curiosity; it breaks at the seams when your fingers bring itself to touch and wipe away at wet cheeks and tender, aching eyes.
dami was right; you are stubborn like your father.
because even if they try all necessary means to shroud your life in seclusion from reality— you don't easily back out of a losing fight.
even if the tears you shed from the lack of progress were insurmountable, even if you knew you were at a physical disadvantage shall push come to shove where you'd have to fight your dearest brother, even if it means struggling against the invisible shackle your beloved family locked you in.
because your perfect perception of your fucked up family has long since dissipated from the moment your servant and your brother mentioned a foreign word.
a simple word, a small mistake, yet acting as a newer path of life that long since diverged from the only way you knew how to live.
and you still wish to solve the mystery of your forlorn emptiness.
will you give up just so easily? would the tears you shed all become mere depression?
no, not even as you sit in your too-huge bed, with no clue on where or how to start a hopeless journey; too young to plan, too little to fight, too tenderhearted in the views of your family.
even then, your red, rubbed raw eyes seek to look back on your first hint from within the room
a dictionary was sprawled across the opposite end of the bed, thrown haphazardly, opened to a certain page that highlights words closest to 'father'.
you crawl, with sore arms and wobbly legs, to retrieve the heavy, hard-bound and gold-encased dictionary, lounging on your bed with a damaged spine.
your fingers return to traverse multiple pages yet again—
stubborn, impatient and impulsive.
earlier, it came to you in the form of realization that the dictionary your mentor assigned you to read had a missing word cut precisely with a blade and replaced with an unintelligible one.
earlier, you realized just how much your perfect family was only perfect because they've hidden the truth from you.
earlier should've been years ago, earlier should've never been swept off the rug so easily. but what could an eight year old like you do? you've none of damian's talents to quickly learn, you're raised differently. it is only now you wish you weren't so gullible.
and as your fingers strum against pages, near to ripping out expensive paper, tears unceasing, lips bitten 'til bleeding— you learn, and you grow beyond simple comprehension.
motivation, and the drive to uncover all things unsaid, even if the end would result in something negative.
through them, you'll soon learn of spite, of anguish, and bitter contempt.
but for now, you're merely left alone, with only a mantra of words all circling back to dami's words; so many questions left unanswered.
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
a/n: honestly don't know half of what i wrote + i don't like this as much as i wanted it to come out. this went through multiple revisions with an added fact of me trying to discern why my writing style keeps fluctuating 😭 guys please comment about what you think of this. if this flops, i'm gonna quit writing LMAO. this is a bit more formal than my usual style (re: again & again) because i wanted to capture the regality of the al ghul's family partly told through the perspective of a child.
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#🌷... yael's works#series: do i look like him?#yandere dc#yandere dc comics#yandere batfam#yandere batman#yandere damian wayne#yandere talia al ghul#yandere ra's al ghul#yandere dc villains#platonic yandere#soft yandere#yandere#yandere x male reader#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x gn reader#male yandere#yandere angst#yandere bruce wayne#yandere x darling#guys please comment im gonna cry#this was a bit on the more... boring? side#chapter one is angstier i promise you all
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