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mitamicah · 11 months
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It is reunion, so had to :3 💚☀️
(my first drawing of the reunion can be found as a wip under the line *that’ll try to actually line and render I think :3)
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atomi-cat · 1 year
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I know you’ve given tips on drawing Jack Skellington’s head before, but would you be willing to give a few tips on Jack’s body? His skinniness, lankiness, and his striped attire make him kinda a challenge to pose and draw, at least for me. I also want to tell you how much I really love the way you draw him.
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frozenhi-chews · 27 days
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Sigh....
I'm gonna marry this cowboy sooner than expected, aren't I?
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pageofheartdj · 2 months
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"Respect Alastor's characterisation" they say as they call radioapple co-parents when Alastor canonically doesn't view Charlie as a daughter.
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undersetaskblog · 7 days
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*approaches intimidatingly on a rolling chair, holding a clipboard and pen*
Interrogation time.
Where were you on the night of ‘87?
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amischiefofmuses · 2 months
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Ask the muses ANYTHING! || Accepting
ANON ASKED: Alastor! How'd last night go after that sleepwalking spell of yours? Find yourself anywhere... interesting when you woke up?
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There's an air of immediate discomfort at it even being brought up, teeth more gritted than set in the constantly present smile of his and posture tense. -- ❝I will admit that it's become very clear to me that I may have to adjust my sleep schedule- this sleepwalking issue is shockingly inconvenient..❞ And that's about all you're getting out of him, he's not about to admit that he ended the night curled up around Vox of all people. Not a snowballs chance in, well, hell.
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groovyinsects · 1 year
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THIS FELLA IS A STRUGGLE TO DRAW
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theriu · 10 months
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One of the major downsides to having a post of yours get popular on tumblr is that you cannot control WHICH version goes viral. Did you reblog it with an addition you really liked? That one MIGHT get picked up. Or maybe only a handful of people see the addition. Like, you’re still happy people are enjoying and sharing the silly thought you shared, but you’re also mentally willing them to look down the reblog chain for that extra bit you added that you’re really proud of.
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lettherebemonsters · 6 months
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Going by AHS as referencing for face claims, if Kenneth Chase was played by John Carroll Lynch, Mother Gooseberry would totally be Kathy Bates.
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requests holding at 69
hehe
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mitamicah · 10 months
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5/13 Käärijä stickers 🥹💚💙❤️
Honestly, I hadn't planned on rendering another sticker before August but you guys has just been way too kind to me these past days, that I needed to finish this specific sketch 🤗thank you all so much and here's a little reaction pic/sticker for everybody else who'd like to say 'kiitos' to somebody special 🥹
⬅️Previous entry ➡️Concept sketches
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sylphscope · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
First, I'd probably stare at it and do several double-takes. Also, several double-clicks.
Second, if we're being realistic, I'd probably figure it was still a dream, and then roll over to go back to sleep.
Then, upon awakening again, I might panic. All manner of panic, as you do.
Then, as I'm continuing to panic, but eventually remembering I haven't had breakfast yet, I'd go make breakfast. It would be trickier than I'm used to, what with the claw, but I'd manage eventually. Maybe I'd even crack open some fancy pistachios, because hey, that's MUCH easier now.
Having had a good meal, and perhaps with some panicked and weirded-out advice from friends or family, I might go to urgent care to see a doctor. I'd wear, like, some kind of blanket or loose jacket to shield myself from staring strangers. I'd probably freak out the doctor, but they might at least give me some recommendations. (Although I might not be likely to go visit the practical effects expert, or the marine biologist, or the exorcist.)
But, after some deliberation, I'd finally remember my dreams with the genie. Vaguely.
It'd maybe be enough to make me start looking into stuff like lucid dreaming. I'd do research, take lessons, look up carcinization, read lots of fantasy and isekai.
Anyway, by this point, I'd imagine that quite a few days and nights would have gone by, each with me not fully remembering my exchanges with the dream genie. No one else would have spontaneously grown crab pincers, but several other strange things might have happened. For instance, I might not have recalled before that my neighbor had fiery breath and guarded her house on the hill from intruders, but it's a very efficient deterrent, so, good for her.
In any case, after much trial and error and various shenanigans and several fantastic selfies and in-jokes, I'd finally start to get the hang of this lucid dreaming business. At long last, I'd approach the genie in my dreamscape.
"Why can't I remember what I've been wishing for from you?" I'd ask breathlessly, clacking my crab pincer in agitation.
The genie would smile pleasantly and laugh. "Me, taking wish requests from you?" they'd chortle. "Certainly not. I've simply enjoyed chatting with you each night for some nice company. Even if I did grant your wishes, I'd only give you three. It would be ridiculous to grant anyone so many as all the times I've visited you."
"Huh??" I'd bluster. "But--but what about--what about this?" I'd gesture, perhaps unnecessarily, at my right arm.
Again, the genie would laugh. "Oh, that?" they'd say with an amiable shrug. "You told me once how you hurt your thumb when trying to open pistachios. I just thought I'd help you out some."
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siixkiing · 1 year
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🌈 from tang to monkey king!!
☯ → BE MY VALENTINE! — 🌈 for our muses to dance together ☯
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"Hee, I'm a little rusty at this."
It had been ages since he had last danced with anyone, especially someone who held such a special place in his heart. Sappy as that sounded to him BUT it was true. Even after everything — having expected the scholar to hate him like so many others and YET by some miracle that didn't seem to be the case. Not entirely at least.
Maybe, just maybe there was something here. He could only foolishly hope.
Keeping a hold on Tang's waist as they glided along to the rhythm of the music playing — picking out something special for the evening. Hoping the selection was to the other's liking. Soft melody drifting through the air as he danced along with him.
By Buddha, he hoped he wasn't absolutely terrible at this. Amber hues momentarily looking down towards their feet, was he doing this right? He hadn't stepped on the other's toes yet, so he must be ok? Right? Slowly lifting his gaze back up to the lock with his companion's, heart fluttering at the cheerful expression that greeted him. Feeling his cheeks heat up in the moment, pink dusting them lightly.
Okay, maybe he wasn't that bad. A soft and warm smile plastering itself across the Sage's face as he listened to the laughter bubbling from Tang's lips, adoring the sound. It was so enchanting and lovely. A symphony like no other. Pulling him closer as they danced away to their heart's content. Not caring anymore how bad he might be at this now — his focus now on the joy that it was bringing the man in his arms.
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princessquinnella · 1 year
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…. *dives into Doc’s pocket after Jiminy*
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“Hey… come here often?” 😉
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Coffee is ubiquitous, but usually we interact only with the end product. But a plant's fruit is turned, through drying and fermenting, into the drink that powers most of us for our days. Why shouldn't there be a saint to not just the drink, but the plant itself?
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Made for a drawing challenge for Loading Ready Run's Desert Bus for Hope. Sales of this print will go to the artist, NOT DBFH - if you want to support that awesome project, keep an eye out for the next bus ride!
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multiverseofmisfits · 21 days
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"It's been a long time since I had this feeling. Perhaps it's time to revive it!"
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