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layraket · 8 months ago
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"I better sleep another while to get to see you again🎶"
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Song: Bugambilia - Nasa Histories
Since i heard this song i couldn't stop thinking about. Legend being reminded of Marin by Malon. The lyrics were too perfect to let it pass
Also that i wanted to draw our fav mom figure properly, she's so sweet
-Image with English trad and og song under the cut-
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potato-lord-but-not · 3 months ago
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nothing quite like confessing your feelings in the middle of a makeout session WAHOO
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logosbot-tm · 2 days ago
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New information has been released.
The information below is old, and I'd suggest checking out the link above first.
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^Regarding whatever is going on w Iskall.
Let's all just back down, stop speculating, and don't ask questions to the Hermits. We might get to know more in the future, or we might not. They don't owe us any more information in reality.
Doc has said that he can't talk about it, and based on Mumbo's tweet and the og tweet, I'd assume that the Hermits can't currently speak about the situation.
So don't ask them anything. Have patience instead.
Here's a list of what we do know:
No minors involved
There were complaints about Iskall
Iskall resigned
Out of respect for the privacy of the people involved, they're not going to say more
Don't speculate. It just makes all the information that we do have less clear.
Also, don't go, "I was never a fan of Iskall either way."
People are allowed to be upset. You're not better or more morally good because you never enjoyed his content.
Also, reminder: We don't know the Hermits personally. We don't really know their views on things. We don't know them. YouTube is their job.
Saying that you "always got a weird vibe" is honestly a p weird thing to do. That's based on nothing, and we still don't actually know what happened.
So, stop speculating. Try to keep track of what the actual information is.
If this whole thing upsets you, try to find other things to do in the meantime.
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tiny-space-platypus · 4 months ago
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Never really fit back in
Part 2 Daniel or Danyal or Danny?
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Danyal took a deep breath. There was only one person who could bring him to his brother. One person who could get him into the Wayne household. Vlad Masters, his godfather, though things were getting better with Vlad it was still awkward. He doubted he'd ever fully trust him but he was the only adult around who knew what he was and at least for right now wasn't trying to kill him for it. Plus he had access to the Wayne Galas and as his heir Danny did too.
"Daniel" Vlad smiled at him and offered him a seat at his table. "I was quite surprised when you asked to have a meeting with me" Danyal took a seat as dinner was served to them. He hesitated before speaking. Danny had been trying to prepare what to say to Vlad all day but now he was here, his mind went blank.
"I-" He paused as he pursed his lips before stealing his nerves once again. "I'd like to take up your offer of being your heir." Vlad stopped moving for a second as his smile faltered. he stared at Daniel. The silence was deafening. Danyal continued or well rambled after an uncomfortably long few minutes of silence. "The Fenton household hasn't felt safe in.. Well it's never been safe but ever since my accident it's just gotten worse. The house is always attacking me, even though my parents- Even though Maddie and Jack know I'm Phantom now that hasn't stopped them- actually I think they've just been ignoring me. And-"
"Daniel,"
"Since Jazz left for college, I've only really had Sam and Tucker but-"
"Daniel"
"They're now busy preparing for their own futures and all that-"
"Daniel!" Vlad spoke a little louder silencing Danny again then sighed. "I will gladly take you in, Daniel. It's the least I can do for you" Danyal relaxed a bit, though not too much. Vlad might be better now but he's still a power hungry fruitloop. Danny still had to be careful but at least Vlad's manor wasn't actively trying to destroy him. At least Vlad acknowledged his existence. And so Danny's new life began.
A few new changes happened after he started to live with Vlad. One he changed his legal name to Danyal (it just felt more real), he and Vlad still argue over changing his last name over to Masters but Danny's not ready for that. Danny had to start taking etiquette classes from both Dorothy and Vlad, Vlad had gotten him plenty of suits and other more comfortable clothes, and Danny had full access to his lab. Though Danny didn't go down there often, it gave him the creeps in a bad way. Most labs did at this point. Instead he had taken over a large room and had a work desk where he tinkered on what ever her felt like tinkering on, or schoolwork, or the loads of paper work he had to do for the Infinite Realms. It was kind of nice having Vlad help with that though at least someone could explain what half of it meant and wasn't as secretive as Clockwork.
Four months passed and things were going great actually. Things were finally starting to feel alright again, maybe this was the best decision. Eventually Danny did tell Vlad about being Damian's brother only because he would have to confront Damian at the Wayne Christmas gala.
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Damian just like his other siblings dreaded the galas but they were important. It was important to keep building relationships with the public and the rich. It was important to keep a mask on and play the very rich found family of Brucie Wayne. It was important to keep their night life out of the picture.
Damian got ready with his siblings as usual. He listened and complained with them about the Gala as Jason laughed and praised being "dead". At least being the youngest meant he wasn't as bothered by the guests as the rest of his siblings were. All he had to do was introduce himself to the guests, have his picture taken a thousand times and lurk around the party. A boring night that would be much better spent on patrol. Though he was just has confident that the others could Patrol Gotham without them as his father.
The gala was about normal, he greeted guests with his father as Tim went out to do some networking. Dick playing as his usual self, Cass lurking around, Steph tormenting people by being her eccentric self, and Duke wandering around and making small talk. The night was normal till Masters arrived.
By that point Damian had broken off from his father and went to see and spend time with his siblings. Though something felt off after about a half hour. Damian went to report this to his father only to find him still speaking with Masters who had a boy with him. He paid no mind to him. "Father there's-" Damian paused then looked at the boy standing next to Masters who was smiling at him.
Danyal. That was Danyal. That was Danyal. That was Danyal.
Damian just stared at Danny with a look of horror that his father caught quickly. Before Bruce could pull Damian away he heard his brother speak.
"Hello, Damian. It's nice to see you again"
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Bruce had never seen his son like that before. He had never seen that look on his son's face before. Something had to be wrong he just didn't know what yet. Bruce excused both himself and Damian from the Masters and brought Damian over to the others. He looked at his son who looked both terrified and shell shocked. Bruce spoke softly.
"Damian, are you alright chum?"
Damian started to hyperventilate and mumble in Arabic. Damian normally spoke in Arabic when upset but this was very clearly different. Bruce brought Damian to his room, not because he was in trouble but because he was freaking out and needed some quiet. That night for the first time Damian openly cried in front of Bruce. That night for the first time Damian held onto Bruce like his life depended on it and sobbed. That night for the first time Damian sobbed into his father.
Bruce didn't know what the Masters did to his son but they won't get away with it. That he swore. He'll have Tim and Barbara look into them later for now his son needs him.
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vuelode-irbis · 1 year ago
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Been wanting to draw some fanart for Poor George MAP since it's my favorite one, and because it was its anniversary recently, I finally did it :>
ID: A digital drawing in two panels with characters from Warriors. In the panel above, there's Yellowfang watching Brokenkit play with a moss ball, she looks endearingly at the little kit; they're in a green environment and plants surround them. In the panel below, Yellowfang is in the same possition, looking down at an adult Brokenstar at her feet, already dead, she looks sorrowful. Fireheart is by her side, looking at her with compassion. They're at ThunderClan's medicine den.
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gotchibam · 6 months ago
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Commissioned piece for @peccaberry!
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mellohiizz · 1 month ago
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@saiintvalentiine hello. the npc fic left me absolutely in shambles i needed to draw them.
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pareidolla · 1 month ago
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phew ok starting off brokeweek (???) day one with the darlingest monk birds belonging to @itsonlypolite and @wysteriaisapenguin! drawing them together gave me so much delight - thank you for bringing them into this world. a thousand kisses for them ♡♡
🫴 also a transparent version incase you want a little jpeg doll of your child
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insertsomthinawesome · 1 year ago
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Trying out a post for Repostober!! and idea by @marlowedobbeart!!
The top one was an old FFXV post I'm honestly still quite proud of! The second image is actually one I never got around to posting. I thought it needed more work/that it wasn't good enough. Looking at it now tho I think it looks fine aldskfjLSKDJGSD. So sharing it now :D -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-
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storfulsten · 2 months ago
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hhhm
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mintjeru · 8 months ago
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it probably wasn't the smartest decision to start an ongoing 1000+ chapter webnovel when i know it'll consume my every waking thought but here we are
open for better quality | no reposts
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moonavem · 2 years ago
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Thank you for wholesome Bro content ✨❤️
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:D
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children-of-subcon · 3 months ago
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Bet you all thought I was dead didn't you...no...I can never die...
Anyways ngl I'm not happy with a lot of the more recent refs so get redesigned idiots :P Also feat some common enemies just to get them out of the way and at least have something new LOL
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scratchandplaster · 5 months ago
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Pulling up to tumblr.com's search bar like it's my personal whump drive-through:
Yeah, lemme get the fucking uuuuuuuuhhhhhh...
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ohnoitsz1m · 5 months ago
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FREEMANCE WIN
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Look at them,, I love them dearly <3
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mingwrites · 3 months ago
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Hey is it okay to do request and if so can you do a Drabble of Jongho smut please you can pick
of course, thank you for requesting lovely!
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jongho was in a bad mood. luckily for you, he got really mean when he was in a bad mood. “on your knees,” he demanded, “ass in the air.” already dripping with excitement, you obliged him, sticking your ass and red-hot, fluttering pussy up high in the cold night air.
“good,” he spoke gently, rubbing your ass cheek with a flat hand before pulling it back and spanking you hard. you jumped with a yelp, and jongho placed a hand on your back. “behave,” he raised his voice. another smack, and another, some ten more times.
by this point your clit was throbbing with arousal, causing a dull ache to linger between your legs. “jongho,” you whined, “i promise i’ll be good, just please-“
his strong hand wrapped tight around your throat. “what’s my name?” he demanded, anger reverberating throughout the room.
your heart skipped a beat upon realizing your mistake. if jongho wasn’t going to go hard on you before, he surely would now. you choked for air and jongho finally eased his grip around your throat. after gasping a few breaths, you answered him meekly, “daddy.”
jongho grabbed you by your waist and, in one quick motion, he easily flipped you onto your back. his strong hands now gripped the backs of your knees and he forced them apart, leaving you wide open for him. he looked down at your center, rubbing a few circles into your clit before pulling his hand away, a string of your juices sticking to him. “jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” his voice mimicked disgust but his face showed otherwise. he grabbed his hard dick next, pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace. “beg for daddy, little one.”
your hole was twitching, already screaming to be filled, but feeling hopelessly empty. you spoke in sobs, “ple-ease, daddy! i need y-your dick so b-bad!” he was still. “i’m so wet for you, daddy, all for you! i need you so bad, daddy please…”
without a warning, jongho guided his dick to your entrance and shoved inside, splitting your walls apart in a perfectly painful maneuver. he stilled at your deepest point, graciously giving you a moment to adjust. then he got to work, setting his hips to a steady rhythm as he sought out that spot inside of you that made you scream.
his grunts in your ear, his large, sweaty body pressed to yours, his capable and veiny hands traveling across your body, it was all overwhelming and you knew you wouldn’t last long. not to mention his large, girthy cock making you see stars, stirring up your insides.
when his lower abdomen began grinding against your clit, your eyes welled up with tears and your mind went completely fuzzy at the overstimulation. “daddyyy,” you cried absentmindedly.
jongho stared down at your face, his brows furrowed in concentration, maybe frustration, or both. “what are you crying for, slut? you love daddy’s dick that much?” his tone was mocking and mean, as if your tears meant no more than dirt. “such a little slut for daddy’s dick, aren’t you? you’re- fuck- you’re pathetic.”
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