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thinking of him and only him <3
#legit haven’t drawn Zelda art in years#arrgh#my beloved#legend of zelda#loz#the legend of zelda#Zelda#botw#botw2#breath of the wild#tears of the kingdom#loz tears of the kingdom#loz fanart#zelda fanart#Nintendo#loz link#botw link#link#my art
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Trollhunters Full Soundtrack on Spotify
#for you#trollhunter#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#jim lake jr#james lake jr#toby domzalski#claire nuñez#blinky#ARRGH#knights#fantasy#animation#netflix#music#spotify#ost#full soundtrack
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Roo's not very good with compliments x)
I wanted to animate based on the drawing below:
... so I did.
#he's so cute#arrgh#imi art#roo#undereats!sans#undertale#undereats#undertale au#sans oc#utmv#(grabs him)#cutie patootie#this is my first time animating seriously#it's kinda fun#probably not going to make a habit of it though#but i appreciate animators even more now#go forth and create
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Cringetober day11
Niche interests
Idk if these are niche interests 😭
#digital art#drawing#art#silly#cringe#cringetober#fanart#lukas minecraft story mode#minecraft story mode#minecraft#bugsnax#beffica winklesnoot#bugsnax beffica#i love them#arrgh
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Arrrrr piratessss!!! (Working on some game art for my game)
#arr mateys#pirate gal#ahoy there#pirate queen#gamedev#game art#game dev blog#arrgh#glug glug glug#made with krita
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Pirates of the Southlands
Part 1: The Curse of the Rickety Raft
Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day arrrgh! 🏴☠️
Join this brave and silly duet on their new adventures at sea.
Will our salty Lady of the Light succumb to her desire to drown her scabby companion - the Dork Lord?
Will Halbrand stop knowingly smirking every time the scorching sun shines through Galadriel’s soggy Elven pyjamas?
…or will they give in to their angry lust?
#halbrand#the rings of power#sauron#haladriel#saurondriel#lotr#galadriel#charlie vickers#morfydd clark#pirates of the caribbean#arrgh
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shitty whiteboard doodles
#trollhunters#doodle#art#doodles#tales of arcadia#toa#toby domzalski#arrgh#blinky galadrigal#blinky#blinkous galadrigal
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When you write a brilliant scene but cannot get it to tie to the overall point you're trying to get to... and you can't delete it because it's too good, you can't move it because it fits, but it just doesn't take you from one place to the other in the narrative.
OH MY GOD THAT.
*HEADDESK*
*HEADDESK TWICE*
*HEADDESK THRICE*
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WAIT SO I FINISHED FREEMAN'S MIND
GORDON DOESN'T ACTUALLY LOSE HIS EYE IN THE SERIES? WAS THAT COMPLETELY INSPIRED BY THE PIRATE EPISODE OR DID I MISS SOMETHING?
#freemans mind#gordon freemind#half life#im changing canon anyway#havent decided when yet though#arrgh#notshelby.txt
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Dreamling Week Day 6: Sick
A companion to this and also this.
It was day two of watching Dream’s fledgling immune system engaging in gritty trench warfare with what he hoped was the flu, and Hob was maybe…losing it a little. Just a bit.
Though it was obvious which one of them was more miserable, startling awake every few minutes for hours to the sound of Morpheus’ wracking coughs left Hob strung-out and woozy. But that wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before.
It was just that, for all he’d known that this was inevitable, it was still a shock to his system to watch. Every time. With anyone he loved. Fresh blood from the 600 year old scab that had formed over the memory of his family dying of the plague. And the knowledge that Dream couldn’t die didn’t help nearly as much as he’d hoped it would.
Now he lay awake, too keyed up to doze back off. Dream was a long burning line beside him in the dark. Quiet and finally able to rest for nearly a blessed hour, thank God.
Quiet for a certain value of the word, anyway.
He twitched in his sleep, shivering, hands grasping fitfully at the blankets. Murmured incoherently on and off. But the coughing was settled for now and that was half the battle. Hob laid a hand against his sternum as his raspy breathing quickened, pressing gently. “Shhh, dove.” The bare skin was hot under his hand. Hot, hot, hot. After watching him sweat through his second shirt in as many hours, Hob had given up on hassling him to change into fresh ones and let it go.
It was probably the flu, Hob told himself. Again. The COVID test he’d pulled from his stash in the bathroom had come back negative, but what did that even mean anymore? He’d put in calls and informed all pertinent parties that he’d be isolating, anyway, with a sick partner who had all the symptoms. (Who still seemed so NEW, whose body still sometimes seemed to forget the rules it was playing under.)
They’d started him on an immunization schedule as soon as he was able. “Look. Even if it can’t kill us, whatever it is we get,” Hob had told him, “we still might pass it on, yeah? Better for everyone if we make sure that we can’t. And…there are things…” He felt his face twisting into some wry, sad thing. “Even if they can’t kill you, there are some experiences I’d spare you, if I can.”
Hob expected an argument, but Dream just regarded him for a long moment, nodded solemnly, and that was that. Hob found him a physician who was well known for his experience with neurodivergent patients, assuming that would be their best bet, and they cooked up a story about Dream finally removing himself from a “complicated family situation” that had resulted in an adult who had never once been to a doctor and needed to begin a vaccine regimen ASAP.
Apparently as soon as possible hadn’t been quite soon enough.
Beside them on the nightstand, an alarm began to chime softly from his phone and Hob reached over to silence it. He scrubbed a hand over his face
“After everything you’ve been through,” Hob whispered, “what does that brain of yours see when it goes haywire like this, eh?” He pressed a hand to Dream’s burning forehead. “Or is weirdness so normal that your sick dreams are all about toasters and shopping for socks?”
“My sister,” Dream rasped, “can make even socks as weird as anything you can imagine.”
Hob leaned over to peer down at him and caught the glint of pale blue eyes just barely cracked open in the dimness.
“When you’re right, you’re right,” Hob said softly. He brushed lank hair from Dreams face carefully. “I am so sorry to wake you, love, but it’s time for more meds.”
Dream stared at him for a few moments before his eyes drifted closed. “Yes,” he murmured.
Hob had begun to shuffle himself out of bed when a hot, clammy hand suddenly wrapped itself around his wrist. He glanced down to find Dream looking back at him, glassy and intense. “You were gone,” he said, his normally velvet-dark voice sounding as though he’d gone a few rounds with a cheese grater and lost.
Hob lifted the hand that gripped him and kissed the backs of Dreams fingers. “I’ve been here all night, I promise.”
“No. You asked what I saw…I…” Dream swallowed. “I kept seeing that day. The White Horse ruined, and I walk but there’s nothing to find, because you’re gone. And always I end up…back where I started…”
“Fuck, Dream.” Hob climbed back across the bed and gathered Dream against him. “But you see now that didn’t happen, right? Look.” He lifted Dreams hand, held cupped in his own like nesting bowls, and kissed his fingers. “I’m here, and that didn’t happen. I just need to go for a moment. To the kitchen. I’ll be right back, you just…stay right where you are.”
Ridiculous, considering Dream would probably be out again in seconds but Dream nodded, and let Hob go.
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By the dim glow of the oven range light, Hob found the bottle of paracetamol he’d left on the counter and set about filling a mug with water and wetting a tea towel.
From the open window behind him he heard a familiar flutter, and Matthew landed on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “Hey,” he said, “so how’s our guy?”
Hob ran a hand through his already disastrous hair. “Could be worse?”
“Yeah that’s about what I figured.”
Hob obligingly let him hitch a ride on his shoulder down the hallway, and he disembarked onto the top of the dresser, uncharacteristically quiet.
“Dream, love, wake up.” Hob laid a hand against Dreams cheek, jostling him gently. “I’m sorry, duck, I need you to drink for me. Come on.” Dream woke with a sharp breath, eyes tracking quickly around the room before meeting Hob’s. The tension drained visibly from him.
“Hob…” he said. When nothing else seemed to be forthcoming, Hob leaned in and helped him shuffle up against the pillows. He took two pills and drank half a mug of water before turning away with a scrunched, pained expression. “No more.”
“Okay.” Hob set the mug aside, knowing if he pushed his luck then everything that just went down would come back up. He gently went about wiping away a nights worth of clammy sweat from Dream’s face and neck with the towel.
“Thank you,” Dream murmured, followed by a tumble of words in a language Hob didn’t recognize (and he thought he’d heard them all.) Then, “I’m sorry…I…”
There was a soft thump as Matthew landed on the bed beside them. “Dude, what the hell was that?”
Hob sighed. “That was probably the hundred and three degree fever talking.” He pressed the towel to the pulse beating in the hinge of Dream’s jaw. “Though it happens sometimes on a good day. Think his brain’s still working out the kinks.”
Matthew sat silently for a long minute, watching Dream shifting restlessly beneath the blankets. Then he said, in a voice more subdued than Hob thought him capable of, “I feel kinda shitty, you know? I thought him being human, it was gonna be a big larf. Haha, right? I forgot for a sec how much it sucks balls, sometimes.”
Hob chuckled. “That’s certainly one way to put it.”
Matthew hopped over to Dream, close enough to preen gently at a lock of tangled hair. “You’re gonna feel better in no time, Boss 1.0”
He looked up at Hob. “There, uh, anything I can do for you guys? I mean, I was a lousy cook even when I was human so I wouldn’t trust my chicken soup if I was you but, you know, anything else I can do. Just ask.”
Hob opened his mouth to reply, and suddenly felt hot fingers, curling around his wrist again. Gripping tight. He dropped the towel and covered Dream’s hand with his own, then shifted to lace their fingers together.
“Actually, Matthew, can you ask Daniel to do me a favor?” The enormity of the fact that he could say this, so casually, as though he was asking someone to pick up milk at the shops, wasn’t lost on him. “Could you ask him to get a message to Del for me?” He rubbed Dreams fingers where they were locked with his own and felt the grip relax. “Tell him to ask her…to send us some goldfish instead. She’ll know what you mean.”
“Right,” Matthew said. “As Boss 2.0 to ask Del for goldfish. You got it.”
“Thanks Matthew.”
“Hey, anything for you guys.” He took off through the door and vanished in that uncanny way he had. Hob reached for his phone, carefully set the next alarm, and slid back under the blankets, tugging Dream against him in the gray pre-dawn light. “Not going anywhere,” he whispered, and lay his head down to sleep.
#dreamling#DreamlingWeek2023#Sick#hob gadling#dream of the endless#retired!Dream au#matthew the raven#dream x hob#maybe kinda rushed because I maybe accidentally erased half of it#and had to rewrite it all#arrgh
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"You go strolling through the crowd like
Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime"
Sometimes (all the time) that lyric line in "The Year of the Cat" (Al Stewart) gets me so that it physically pains my heart. The pacing of it, the lilt before saying his name, is exquisite.
I want to see Peter Lorre strolling in a crowd, I want to be walking next to him, or coming up to him, or being seen by him like the girl in the song, in the silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.
Sometimes I just want to hear his name spoken out loud so I can secretly thrill to it inside.
#arrgh#sometimes#this obsession#really is all the time#peter lorre#peter lorre songs#al stewart#the year of the cat
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Arrgh! (1975)
Art by Alfredo Alcala / Tom Sutton
#Comic#Arrgh!#Arrgh#Alfredo Alcala#Tom Sutton#Horror#Horror Comics#Bigfoot#Kolchak The Night Stalker#Kolchak#Film#TV#Television#Vintage#Art#CGC#Marvel Comics#Marvel#1975#1970s#70s
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I just want to sloppily make out with the tip of his dick
#nwl said#i cant sleep#todays scenario isss#i milk my pretty jawad's cock dressed as a cute lil cow#and i still cant sleep can you bzlieve that#arrgh#obey me shall we date#obey me smut
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kimmie what is the slenderverses?
okay uhm i'm not very sure how to explain it well since i just started but from what ive heard by my friend and the current knowledge it's basically a series on youtube that ofc gotta do with slenderman in some way. there's multiple of these with different story elements that contribute to each series. they also work in an arg style(its easy to get confused unless you watch an explanation but overall theyre not bad)
#arrgh#sorry if its not explained that well🦀#it takes a while to get around the slenderverse since there's like alot but mainly the main three series#emh marblehornets and tribetwelve i think#got something to do with paranormal sttuff#question mark#or disappearances of loved ones
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HA HA, I will thwart the AI training because no one in the history of the world has EVER wanted art in my style, all it will do is contaminate the data, SO THERE
#ai art#fuck ai art#fuck ai everything#also apparently somebody official was being shitty to trans people as well?#fuck that guy too then#leave trans people alone#people should get to do whatever gender stuff makes them happy#and should also not have their art sold to ai#arrgh#apparently I'm in a mood to be mad at things tonight
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Ok, so I know my next work of fiction is not very fetish-related, but... someone please kick my butt to finish and post the first chapter of it?? I really want to share something but the first chapter is literally the worst because I have to establish so many things, rather than write the actual tasty imaginings that inspired me. I need more motivation. -_-
...in the background I am also thinking of more fetish stories too, promise.
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