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I get so emotional every time I see my boy Clive💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

ahhh, I love him so much

my professor layton square buttons 🎩🧩 !! finally remembered to post these since last summer.. it's been about 10 years since i played my first layton game & joined the fandom & drew a bunch .. good times!

Peachy

DANCE! (boogie wonderland)

“There’s whispers around Zapolyarny Palace that Dottore’s eldest is just like him, from her goals, to her research, the way she yells and even down to the laughter coming from the lab in the dark of the night where even the Tsaritsa herself sleeps…. Nobody has seen her work up close, the young scientist insisting “ You could be hurt, and we would hate to have anything happen wouldn’t we?” This reasoning is enough for the agents of the palace, who think her concern over them is kind compared to her Father’s yelling but the truth of the matter remains she would rather not have to train a replacement if they where to be killed. All that can be said is rumors of a bright blue glow in dark of the night and mechanical strings that had fallen off a puppet” -ruined note

Happy inktober everyone!!! Sorry about the kinda cringe caption, I wanted to have some fun! In our beautiful drawing we have a beloved genshin oc, Dottore’s eldest child, Mirabelle, looking proudly at the progress of her own puppet, like father like daughter right? I’m using the inktober 52 prompt list bc I was NOT drawing spiders so todays prompt was build! But of course every puppet needs a pilot….

him cold

Could I please get some yandere Damian Wayne headcanons reacting to the reader crying in her sleep cause of a bad dream or something? Oh, and if it's not too much could you make it fluff in the end since I could really do with some fluff right about now. Btw I really love your work, keep it up :)

Thank you for the request, and I hope you are doing okay ♡

-Damian woke up to his beloved crying in her sleep, she was moving a lot as well until she shot up in bed.

-He of course was absolutely concerned. He wouldn’t allow anything to scare his beloved.

-“beloved whats wrong?” Damian questioned as he softly picked up Y/N and set them in his lap as they leaned against the headboard of their bed.

-“it is nothing.” Y/N spoke quietly lightly pushing away from Damian. But he wouldn’t allow his beloved to push him away.

-He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him tightly. He took one of his hands and lightly gripped Y/N’s chin and had them look up at him.

-He saw the silent tears that had fallen and he quickly wiped that away and kissed the spots they were.

-“Tell me my beloved, you know not to hide anything from me.” Damian spoke while he stared down at his beloved who looking up at him. She tried looking down again before he forced her to look at him.

_“Tell Me.” Damian almost growled out and Y/N took a deep breath and spoke “It was of the joker… I had a dream that..” she cut off before Damian raised an eyebrow urging her to continue.

-“I wont allow anyone to hurt you beloved.” And he meant that. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt his beloved never. They wouldn’t live to see the next sun.

- “He killed you… like Jason.” She spoke as tears started again as she could see the image of the crowbar in the hand of the clown. Damians eyes immediately softened.

-“He won’t get me, he won’t ever get you either. The joker isn’t a match for me Beloved.” Damian tried to joke, trying to cheer up his beloved. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. He smiled back and hugged her close to him.

-“He won’t ever hurt me beloved, none the less kill me. The Joker is unpredictable but you can always count for him to not do the same thing twice. He would claim it’d ruin his act.” Damian said rolling his eyes as he attempted to ease their fears. He saw they had stopped crying so he reached over to his bed side table and grabbed the water bottle he kept there after he had wanted a drink before he went to bed. He put it up to their lips and urged them to drink the water.

-Y/N finished the water and Damian put it back on the table and he laid back down and had Y/N almost on top of him as he had his arms wrapped around her securely. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before she laid her head down on his chest but she could bring her eyes to close.

-Damian saw and began talking. “I’ll tell you story, once there was a assassin named Robin…” Damian continued talking, thinking of random situations he’s been in and many of the places he’s gone and a little into the stories he felt Y/N’s breathing level and she has a soft smile on her face.

-“Goodnight, I love you my beloved.” He spoke before falling into a deep sleep with his beloved in his arms.

Is there any chance I could request for headcanons for yandere Damian Wayne with a reader who's literally fighting tooth and nail against him and keeps screaming "I have a black belt in karate and will kill you once I'm out of here!" Lol I'd LOVE to see his reaction 🤣😂

It has been almost a year since I’ve posted and I really want to get back into writing so here we go. This request is from a long time ago but I started on it and never finished it until now. Let’s hope it doesn’t suck.

Sorry the story didn’t turn out exactly how you requested. It’s my first writing I have done in awhile and I tried to just see where it went.

If you end up seeing this after all this time since you’ve made the request I hope you and anyone else who sees it like it 😆

Damian Wayne x reader (she/her pronouns used)

Warning: kidnapping mention and a few swear words

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Y/N was not cooperating with her kidnapper at all much to his dismay.

She refused, absolutely refused to be a damsel in distress, as she got older and when she watched the occasional Disney movie, she would be found yelling at the screen if they made a stupid decision about a boy. Don’t even get her started on beauty and the beast. Yes it was a love story about it’s whats on the inside that counts and she found it nice and all but she couldn’t ever see herself falling in love with someone who forced her to stay with them especially at the expense of someone she cared for.

The night she was taken; she was walking home from work. A white rag had found it’s way over her mouth and she thought she heard a slightly apologetic tone but she couldn’t make out what they said. She had woken up to being tied her up and locked in a room with her ankle tied to the bed with a very soft and silky yet unbreakable material much to her dismay. It allowed her space to go anywhere in the room, even the bathroom that was nearby but it couldn’t even get her close enough to reach the door handle.

Y/N didn’t know who kidnapped them and she was going to find out. She has been looking down, mapping the room in her head trying to think if she could recognize anything. But the room was oddly bare of personal touches. There was no photos of friends or family or even something that would indicate their favorite things. The room was decorated like something off of her Pinterest board, simple and dark look, all it needed were small decorations. The room even had a fully functioning bathroom with some noticeable changes that would prevent her escape such as the thickest most sturdy mirror she’d ever seen as well as a very small window that barely fit her arm. Once she was done looking around after finding nothing, she laid down on the bed exasperated before feeling like she had to do something. And in her mind the solution was to scream…

“I HAVE A BLACK BELT IN KARATE AND I WILL KILL YOU ONCE IM OUT OF HERE.” Of course she wouldn’t actually kill anybody if she had the choice but it wouldn’t have sounded as threatening if she just said she would just run away and forget it ever happened.

Just as she was about to scream at the top of her lungs once again, just to at least gain her kidnappers attention the door opened swiftly and a person stepped in before closing the door behind them and locking it tightly physically as well as a electronic lock with their phone, a program Tim had specially designed for the families significant others that weren’t necessarily there by choice at first due to the Yandere tendencies of the whole family, but they were moved into another room once they had in the families opinion ‘adapted’.

The figure turned back towards Y/N and she recognized him straight away and she didn’t know how to feel.

“Damian?!” Y/N called out in shock at the person who entered the room with a smirk on his face.

“Hello my beloved. I heard your threat, but we both know you do not take karate nor have you ever. You are too afraid to even hurt a spider. But that’s what I love most about you.”

Y/N didnt blush or at least she pretended she didn’t.

“What the actual fuck? Why am I here?” Y/N was trying to sound confident but that was hard when your childhood friend as well as crush was your kidnapper.

That was an unexpected turn.

The few hours within the room quickly became a few weeks then months. Y/N was still inside the room. She had fought hard to get Damian to let her go. She guilt tripped him and yelled at him.

“I know karate Damian! You don’t know everything about me! Now back off! Let me go! I’m tired of this room and I’m especially tired of all your bullshit.”

“And I know even more styles of fighting then you could dream of beloved, now eat the food Alfred made.”

She even hit him a few times although he had attempted to hug her so it was warranted in her opinion even if she was against being violent. No matter how much she liked him before she refused to like him now. Especially with how he refused to let her go.

If he handled it like any other person and asked her out the situation would be much less difficult.

sero sero sero sero ˖ 💭 ˖ ࣪

'Sup? >;)

Finally back. Hello again!

Here's Rai, my beloved 'sona slash OC. She doesn't bite (hopefully).

Ripping the band-aid off, I ain't finishing this ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`)

Trying to learn how to draw him in my style and i think im getting somewhere

soft man and kisses

the most cute serpent 😭🥰

Hallo! My name is Inigo Montoya.

You killed my father.

Prepare to die!

A little portrait of Mandy Patinkin as Inigo Montoya from the Princess Bride I did back in 2014

Done on 6x6 inch Aquabord with Winsor & Newton Gouache Paints

Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥

Scott

I love Colin so much. I feel his pain and whenever something goes wrong with my code from now on I am and will continue blaming it on the entity I know dogshit about stuck in my computer who just doesn't want to cooperate. Netbeans crashes all the time? That damned entity acting up again let me just break all cameras on sight real quick

As a future computer scientist he is my everything. He is peak representation. I *will* riot if something ever happens to him

third episode of Protocol just confirmed what I sort of started thinking after the first episode: Colin the IT guy is absolutely my favorite character. a middle-aged, maybe a little balding man, in a funky off-yellow sweater with some nondescript knit patterns on it, stuck in a governmental branch that the government forgot about, having to deal with people up top not understanding what the hell a computer even is, stuck with users that sass him at any and every opportunity (it's self-defence for Alice, and it's the only form of entertainment Colin gets, but years of terrible jokes wear a person down), trying to figure out this program with weird proprietary code (in German for some reason) on an OS that will stutter if you sneeze near it (Win NT 4.0), being the person who knows the most about this weirdness and yet still knowing nothing... he's so real to me

also, I fully believe that in a cast of diverse and queer characters Colin is not just the token cishet man, he's Just A Normal Man TM. the one you imagine working a corporate IT job who's been stuck at it for 8 years or maybe even more. truly transition goals for me lol

yuri attack

You can do it Iida, you can be the hero he wants you to be.

Boku no Hero Academia || Hitoshi Shinsou Episode 144