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I don't think I can express how much I love Gear 5 Luffy. I legit start tweaking out and busting nuts everytime I see something that even mentions his name. He's so silly I can't express how much I love him. Luffy in general I love but Gear 5 have a special place in my heart I want to just grab him by the throat and throw him around while violently sobbing about how much I love him.
I would never win a fight with this mf I could probably take him in another kind of fight HA. HA.
Yeah, but I'm honestly going nuts I can't go a few minutes without thinking about this little rapscallion!!! Put him in the penis compactor I say!!! I need people to not see me as some cray cray little guy and agree with me here on a level
hardly serious art but i feel like sharing some doodles ive done
Bonnabi Clyde! Hunter within the candy kingdom.
The 2d sweet dreams game may or may not be continued!! Inspiration is leading me towards a 3d game now, ideas are brewing! Either way, hope and fear content via sweet dreams coming soon!
I need fix it fics by the end of the day people! We are on a deadline! I WILL cry myself to sleep if not
Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart
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Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*
Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…
Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?
Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?
Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.
Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.
Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??
Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.
Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*
Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.
Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.
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Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.
Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.
“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.
“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”
“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”
“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”
Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.
“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”
“But-“
“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”
Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.
“I forgive you, too.”
“You don’t have to.”
“… yeah. I know.”
when michael tells henry to let him die in the fire
I HAVE COMPLETED ONE PIECE!!! (for now until future episodes yk) I’m literally so happy rn like I never thought that one day I would be able to finish all 1078 episodes of one piece but here I am I DID IT!!!!! Thinking of rewatching it ngl :) ❤️😭
⟟ got into one piece a month ago now im in the 400s like damn not that long ago ⟟ was literally stuck at episode 6 😭 anyways haiiii im aliveeeee
She was everything ❤️
Dadow The Hedgehog!
“whaat? im not crying over a gift my platonic partner gave me” (i say as im sobbing behind the camera)
Bored so here is Alex succeeding in his murder plans
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Call was starting to regret this plan, now sat what felt like alone in the library – though he knew Aaron, Tamara and even Jasper weren't very far away. Yes, he could catch the spy. But he could also die very easily.
The library door opened slightly then closed again. Calls eyes immediately darted to it, but he couldn't see anything there. He felt uneasy. Like something was there that he couldn't see. He almost wanted to give up now and leave the library without finding anything out, but he didn't want to look like a complete coward. He felt misplaced air near him, and quickly tried to grab it. Nothing. He was probably just paranoid.
A book fell off one of the shelves, making Call jump. Just a book. Gravity does that. Nothing to be scared of.
Jasper was so much going to laugh at him for this once it's over.
He tried to calm his breaths and stood up to put the book back on the shelf. He didn't want to get in trouble if it was damaged or anything.
What felt like a very strong blast of wind came towards him, making him stumble and fall over. That hurt. A lot.
He got back up, trying to figure out where that came from. He was inside. There shouldn't be wind.
Sighing, he put the book back on the shelf and tried to go back to his seat. An even stronger gust of wind launches him into the wall. He screamed.
Air magic.
He wasn't prepared for the situation of an air mage.
He saw what looked like a floating hand for a few seconds before it disappeared again and Call was launched straight at the ceiling. The blow to his head made him back out for a second but somehow didn't kill him.
He screamed again, tears falling down his face as he realised what was happening.
"Help! Please!"
Call felt something tug at his soul, and a blast of chaos went out in a random direction, probably aiming to hit whoever was doing this.
It obviously missed, as Call was slammed straight into the wall.
He couldn't feel his body anymore. He wanted to scream but couldn't. His friends ran out from behind the bookshelf, all trying to do something. Call couldn't tell what, his vision was fading.
He felt himself fall and then everything went black. The last thing he heard was a shout – his name. Aaron was shouting his name. Then he couldn't hear anything at all
<< POV switch >>
Aaron ran out quickly, realising what was happening.
"Call!" He screamed as he saw the other boy fall. Call hit the ground and went limp. "Call! No!" Tears filled his eyes. He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on or what to do.
"Aaron!" Tamara shouted, but Aaron didn't have a chance to respond before he was levitated in the air and slammed into the wall next to Call.
He couldn't feel half his body. His head was foggy but he was alive. He closed his eyes and tried to make his breaths less obvious, the spy wouldn't kill him if they thought he was already dead.
He heard another scream and resisted the urge to open his eyes. It was both of them – both Tamara and Jasper – that screamed.
But at the second scream from Jasper Aaron's eyes shot open. There was a pair of quickly moving in and out of Jasper's back, stabbing him repeatedly. Tamara was going blue and not breathing. Aaron tried to run towards them, to save them, but couldn't. He couldn't move his legs or even feel them – was it the hit against the wall?
It took minutes for both Tamara and Jasper to die. They collapsed and went limp. Aaron couldn't do anything but watch, and then prepare himself for the same thing to happen to him the moment the sky realised he wasn't dead.
It didn't. The door opened slightly and closed again, leaving Aaron alone with the corpses of his three best friends and no clue who did it, unable to move half his body to get out or go for help.
Why? Why was he left alive? Why were Tamara and Jasper killed too? Why was Call killed? Why not him? Why was he still alive?
He reached over and held Calls hand tight. It was going cold. Aaron broke down crying.
This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Call couldn't die. Not Call or Tamara or Jasper. If any of them it should've been Aaron.
But all he could do was wait for someone to find him now.
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Author note if Alex leaving Aaron alive doesn't make sense he says in his evil speech that his plan was keeping Aaron alive after killing Call and then alkahesting him afterwards.
Okay byee
Twice would’ve been alive if the dude who ruined his life look both ways or wasn’t a damn lunatic for jumping in-front of him!
Finally seen it
When you know it’s gonna happen
But it still hurts…
(I’m at the road and I’ll see it later… but still…)
The plan was simple.
Go to this world.
Check in on the Agency.
Make sure that everything went according to his counterpart's plan.
Leave.
The most important part: do not cross paths with Chuuya.
But when he spots ginger hair and a tacky hat from afar, it's only a matter of seconds before he's pinned to the ground, a familiar knife pointed at his throat.
"What kind of disgusting ability is this?" the man above him barks, words filled with venom.
"This is not an ability." Dazai states, calmly.
"Don't you dare imply you're him," the knife brushes against his throat, a sharp vessel for the man's rage. "Boss died. Threw himself off the Port Mafia building."
Dazai swallows. This Chuuya looks different from the one he has known for seven years.
He's not as vibrant. He doesn't shine as much he does.
He looks like he almost gave up on living.
"Chuuya—"
"You have no right to say my name, you fucking imposter."
"Please, listen," he pleads. Damn, he doesn't like this Chuuya. "I am Dazai, just—not the one from this world. Not the one you knew."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chuuya questions through gritted teeth.
"I came here from a different timeline," he explains, careful, "I do share some memories with this world's Dazai, though."
"If you truly are Dazai," the name burns like liquid fire on his tongue, "then you must be a pathological liar as well. Why should I believe you?"
Dazai smirks. This Chuuya is a ticking bomb and he's ready to light his fuse.
"The first time he made love to you," he chooses his words carefully—they had sex plenty of times, but making love was new to them—"he told you he lov—"
Chuuya's fist meets Dazai's cheek.
It's painful, but Dazai didn't expect anything less from him.
"How the fuck did you come to this place?"
"I take it that Chuuya believes me." he grins, satisfaction making its way across his face. "It doesn't really matter. Let's say my ability comes in handy sometimes."
His Chuuya would have laughed at him. Probably told him he's a pain in the ass.
This Chuuya stays quiet and just... walks away?
Dazai's brow furrows.
"Where are you going?" the brunet asks, still sitting on the ground.
"I got nothing to say to you. You can go back to your fucking timeline." he snarls, that gloomy look plastered on his face.
"My, my, holding me accountable for what my counterpart did?" Dazai singsongs in his usual cheerful tone.
The next second he's avoiding the knife thrown at his head.
"I'm giving you one last warning," he growls, and Dazai swears he sees a reddish hue where Chuuya's brown eye should be. "Go. The fuck. Away."
"I just want to talk. About everything."
"You said you're not him, hah? Then you're nothing more than a stranger to me."
"I can explain why—"
"I don't care!" the ground shakes, courtesy of Tainted, but doesn't move beneath Dazai's shoes. "If he truly cared he would have told me about his fucking death plan instead of hiding everything from me!"
A long silence follows.
"Five minutes," Dazai pleas, "and I'll explain everything. Then I'll go back to my world."
Ten minutes later they're in the Port Mafia building, more precisely in Chuuya's office, which previously belonged to Dazai.
The detective glances at the empty chair and he can see it—the ghost of his counterpart, legs crossed, and the redhead standing fiercely on his left, covering his blind side.
There's something terrifying about it. A bond that was way different from the one he shares with his Chuuya; an unmatched level of trust and intimacy.
Imagining himself as the Port Mafia boss is making him sick to his stomach.
"I don't have all day," Chuuya complains, arms crossed. "Go on. I'll listen."
Once Dazai is done talking, the tension in the room is palpable.
"Why," Chuuya mutters, gripping the red scarf hanging over his shoulders, "Why didn't he tell me? Why did he send me on that fucking mission in London? I could have saved him."
"That's the point." Dazai sighs. "Saving him wasn't part of the plan. It would have ruined it."
"So ruining my life was the safest option, hah?" he scoffs, bitterness seeping through his words.
"You would have done the same for him."
'Yes', Chuuya wants to scream. 'Yes, and the fact that he prevented me from doing it keeps me awake at night'.
"You know," the redhead begins, breaking the silence, "I sensed something was off. At some point I realised we weren't on the same wavelength anymore. He treated me like shit then almost worshipped me as if his life depended on it."
"I guess you have figured out why."
"Yeah," the realisation burns the back of his throat. "He tried to detach himself. To make it easier for both of us."
'But he couldn't' is left unsaid.
"I don't know what you do to us, Chuuya," he blurts out, his mouth talking on its own, "It's terrifying."
He finds it easier to be a little bit honest with a Chuuya he's never going to see again.
If it makes him a coward, he doesn't care.
The redhead remains quiet and Dazai spots a myriad of emotions in his eyes.
Hurt, anger, sadness, longing.
"Am I happy?" Chuuya suddenly asks, "In your world."
"Are you happy in this one?" Dazai asks back, unsure.
"You want me to say 'yes' so you can feel better about all the mess your counterpart left for me to deal with? 'Cause I won't."
"This is the only world in which Od—"
"I know." he stops him. He doesn't want to hear that name again. "I just wish he talked to me instead of making all decisions on his own as if I didn't matter a damn thing to him. I guess I was useful as his strongest weap–"
"Don't." Dazai interrupts him, his voice firm. "You've never been a weapon. Not to him. Not to us."
The silence that follows eats them both alive. Talking to this Chuuya is filling Dazai with uneasiness for some reason he doesn't understand.
Seeing him so empty, inevitably similar to himself, makes him uncomfortable.
Does his Chuuya feel the same? Is he hiding all that resentment as well?
"Well, this took more than five minutes. I'll leave as I promised." he announces, suddenly unable to stand in that room anymore.
"Wait." Chuuya calls, his voice unsure.
He walks to Dazai until they're facing each other.
"I have one request. Then I'll let you go."
Dazai knows where this is going. That's why he didn't want to meet this Chuuya in the first place.
"Can I..." the redhead hesitates, "Have one last kiss before you go?"
Dazai's heart aches for the first time in ages.
"I'm not him." he states, voice flat.
They stare at each other's eyes, lost in the moment, and Dazai barely registers the way Chuuya is delicately pushing him against the desk until he's sitting on the black surface.
Neither of them dare speak, for any word would ruin the sacred religiousness of the moment.
Chuuya slots himself between Dazai's legs, bringing their bodies impossibly closer, and his hands reach for his scarf.
He removes it, his movements painfully slow, and Dazai swallows as the red cloth is placed around his shoulders.
Dazai's throat wobbles.
Chuuya's vision blurs.
Dazai feels seen as the redhead's eyes wander all over his face, scanning every feature so that he can store it in his mind until the last memory of the two of them fades.
A gloved hand reaches for Dazai's bandaged neck, caressing the fluffy brown curls, and Dazai's arms instinctively circle Chuuya's waist.
Would his Chuuya be mad at him if he found out?
"A Port Mafia traitor from another world, wearing his precious scarf... He would be feral." Dazai mutters, the forced proximity making him dizzy.
"He owes me." is all the current boss of the Port Mafia says, his eyes fixated on the detective's chapped lips.
His right hand comes to rest on the left side of Dazai's face, covering his eye, and their lips finally connect.
The kiss is tender, almost heart-shattering—it's nothing like the ones he shares with his Chuuya, and it's surely way different than the ones this Chuuya used to share with his counterpart—and yet its bitterness is suffocating.
This life wasn't designed for them, Chuuya thinks, but for now he'll just pretend his former boss is right in front of him.
It can't hurt more than it already does anyway.
Dazai pulls away first, fully aware that the longer this lasts, the more it's going to hurt, and Chuuya heaves a shaky breath in return.
He tries to keep the ghost of his former Boss close to him, but all his efforts are pointless against death.
"I'm going now," Dazai announces, placing the red scarf back on Chuuya's shoulders.
'It doesn't suit you at all', he thinks.
The detective twirls a ginger curl around his finger before walking away. "Take care."
"You will come back, will you?" Chuuya asks, both hopeful and hopeless, and Dazai wonders if this is how his Chuuya felt when he left the Mafia after Odasaku died.
Dazai smiles, quietly. "No. I have no right to be here."
"Always leaving me behind, no matter which universe you fuckers come from." Chuuya mocks him, but he speaks in loneliness. "Go, before I kill you."
"You wouldn't, neither of you." he replies, smiling to himself. "He's doing fine, by the way. Has gone through a lot, but never once lost his colours."
'You're both too good for us and that's why you'll never fully stop hurting', he thinks.
They steal one last glance at each other before Dazai finally disappears behind the door.
"Goodbye, Chuuya."
Hi. Since you are giving drawing advice, I would like to ask for few.
How did you learn to draw a Transformers?Especially TFP ones? I keep trying to draw tfp ones but it usually ends up terrible( a head is too big, arms are longer and legs shorter than they should be..).That's why I'm asking if there is some sort of method to start with.
If you want me to elaborate on my own experience still, it wasn't pretty at the beginning. I genuinely could not imagine myself drawing Transformers at all as someone who detested details and shapes. It was ROUGH
These are my very first tries, practices that failed, I didn't like them and I won't finish them. I slowly found that referencing off fanart is easier since these experienced artists have already simplified the designs, it'd be much more forgiving for you to draw those instead
And finally, a genuine key to how I kept going and learning- I'm just really, really thirsty for Optimus Prime.
Remember when slay the princess said "it's completely impossible to make a world without change or pain. It's completely impossible for a relationship to always stay the same or to never have conflict. By trying to avoid ever displeasing your partner you are actively making it less healthy." And "You need to care about other people. You do not have to forgive them. But you still have to care." And "The only way to get out of this cycle is to realize when someone else is a victim of it too, even if they aren't someone you will ever like." And "At the end of the day, most people are just trying to survive." And "The line between toxic and victim is borderline on invisible." And "Change and stability aren't mutually exclusive." And "You can grow, you can change, you can fix this conflict, but you have to be alive to do it. No matter what, you have to live." And "There will never be a perfect victim. Even the kindest person will snap under the right circumstances. Judging whether or not someone deserves help based on how they handle extreme pain is kind of fucked up, actually." And "It is never going to be possible to stay the same. This is a good thing." Because personally I'm eating my own hands
Spinoff of Sams Apocalypse Adventure when?
Does anyone else think of dabi when they hear this
Like
Like anyone?
Anyone?
No? Just me?
Ok
one piece saved my life man
lil comic bout choppers nose bc I rewatched drum island arc
I caved and painted on top of a picture again!✍🏻
Honestly.... I could just have drawn it all with how much i added and changed.
But then it would have taken days and not a few hours 😮💨
Anyway, the way sylus has gotten lately has me melting.... 🧊 Good god is that man sweet!
wriothesley needs those big hands to carefully hold The Dragon of Water, Hydro Sovereign, the Hydro Dragon, the ruler of Vishaps with sovereignty over water and one of the Seven Sovereigns
pretending to get married to your best friend so you can schedule free cake tasting with shops all over town and slowly falling in love along the way