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[slaps roof of ASL] I can put so many different faces on these bad boys.

I fucking love drawing these whores in different situations

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Brazilian Luffy and his white light-skinned brother

Currently loving the idea that Dutch and Hosea kinda switched Honor Levels over their time together. I've said before how the image of Low Honor Young Hosea has me in a chokehold, but what if young Dutch was the one with more of a heart when they first met, full of ideals and dreams. And the irony that when we start RDR2 Hosea is the one using the safety of the gang to appeal to what's left of Dutch's moral compass, in the beginning it was Dutch helping people and adopting kids that he intentionally melted Hosea's heart and helped him fall in love again with Bessie and be a good father. And along the way there was probably a time when their honor levels, to use in game lore, was neck and neck, but then somewhere around Blackwater it's Dutch who began to slide and becomes darker and ruthless as the story goes on while Hosea saught redemption the same as Arthur would.

I can't draw for shit but like picture a moment in the early days when it's Hosea who is like "these bastards ruined our job, let's go kill them!" and it's Dutch who is like; "No old girl, revenge is a fools game, besides Arthur wants us to take him fishing, don't ya son?" *nudges the reluctant hoodlum*

Galas were energy drainers, which was a well known, established fact.

Bruce isn't a solid believer that people are born bad; The person in front of him seems adamant to prove him wrong.

"Those are very big words you're throwing around, Mr. Wayne," Bruce is sorely concerned if 'climate change should be acknowledged and regulated' can be considered ' big words', "Care to define them?"

Bruce would, truly, but this jerk already wasted half of his night by being condescending, so why bother?

" I've enjoyed myself, but,--"

" I did too. Truly, its nice to be listened to. You could teach my wife a thing or two...Among other talents. Maybe we can speak more over dinner?"

Discomfort churns and batters Bruce's insides. He's not good with sleazy.

He thankfully learned to camouflage disgust at arrogance and tackiness and nastiness,-- but sleazy? His hands sweat, hungry to hit, punch. His tongue is heavy and bit to blood.

A long shadow covers them both, and everything bad vanishes from Bruce's body in a relieved breath.

" Oh...Thank you for the invitation. But...You'll have to ask my boys."

A gulp from the other.

There's Jason, his Goliath of a son, Bruce's bruised sunshine. On his shoulders, not clothed by a restricting tuxedo like the rest, but by a red hoodie instead, Damian holds a butter knife close.

Tim, arms folded, mimics Bruce's nauseated snarl. Ah. So they heard, then.

Dick, as always, stands at the forefront, both shielding his siblings, and establishing himself as top threat. A pure leader, no doubt behind it.Bruce would lie if he'd say the spark of pride isn't there.

"What time?"

I present to you: older brothers who work with the government and their neurodivergent little brothers.

Med Down!!!

This man is the most autistic

Danny is truly the most protagonist ever. Like he’s angsty, he’s fluffy, he’s overpowered, he’s a mentor to others, he’s just learning, he’s still struggling with high school, he’s the leader to a whole realm, he has a wonderful support system, he’s truly the most alone, he loves his parents, his parents want him dead, he’s the hero, he destroyed everything.

The depth that this fandom gives this character continues to astound me

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