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day-trippin-dreamer · 2 years

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#queen elizabeth #if no one's going to do it i will #it's not much but it's honest work

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knightmareross · 11 days

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*drops here*

#meta knight #galacta knight #metagala #kirby #my art #doing anything to avoid studying #I do have exams tomorrow #i'm fucked #anyway #Here's some content for my metagala ppl #it's not much but it's honest work #Haha he got catfished

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arttsuka · 2 months

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💝 Valentines day 💖

Pretend the balloon looks like a balloon 🎈 pls

#at first i wasn't going to draw anything for valentines but then i felt bad. this is my otp so i made this #it's not much but it's honest work #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #james t kirk #jim kirk #captain kirk #spirk #spock x kirk #happy valentine's day #valentines day #fanart #art #traditional art #yes this is my third post today

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elriccs · 10 months

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Cry for me.

#himeno #chainsaw man #himeno chainsaw man #csm #csm edit #csmedit #csmdaily #csmsource #csmgraphic #my edit #it's not much but it's honest work #i loved her when i read the manga #who should i edit next

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neurotraum · 2 years

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Now he is free

bonus for this

#It's not much but it's honest work #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #comic #doodle #fanart #digital art #my art

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dorithecoon · 6 months

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My beloved unicorn...

#begun to draw this right after watching the finale #while listening to la vie en rose on repeat #yeaaaahhh #still recovering #this is all I can do for now #it's not much but it's honest work #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #izzy hands fanart #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd fanart #our flag means death #fanart #art #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr

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butchcharliee · 10 months

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a before & after

I wanted to show off my arms, finally seeing some improvement 💪🥹

#it's not much but it's honest work #i took the first pic in November of last year!!#also a butch in a crop top ur welcome 😌#stone butch #dyke #butch nsft #butch4butch #lesbian #butch #butch4femme #butch4all #mine

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arabellas · 1 year

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@tlounetwork | THE LAST OF US WEEK 2023 day 2: favorite quote

#the last of us #tlouedit #thelastofusedit #hbothelastofus #tloudaily #joel miller #ellie williams #tuserpolly #tusercora #userbecca #userallisyn #userangelic #userfanni #mine #it's not much but it's honest work

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vaard · 1 year

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After what feels like half a year, I have a vaard sketch.

#wow #warcraft #vaard #my art #sketch #sketching vaard for the sake of sketching vaard #it's been a very long since I've posted anything new #it's not much but it's honest work #I want to attempt a sketch a day even if it isn't much #try to get myself back into it

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siriusbound · 1 year

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The babygirl-ification of Lorian (as divinely intended)

#twin princes #dark souls 3 #art #this is my calling #it's not much but it's honest work

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pininghermit · 6 months

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Being Nanami's Younger Sibling

Genre: feels and angst

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Sibling Reader (platonic ofc)

Summary: Admiring your older brother's every move was your birth right.

⚠️Spoilers ahead!⚠️

AN: I haven't read the manga. I've watched season one and I do not have the heart to watch season two without multiple breakdowns. So, please ignore plot holes, I am doing this because I googled the plot for fun (┬┬﹏┬┬). I want to do this series for some more jjk characters lmk if you guys are interested. P.S. I cried writing this.

Born out of a cryptic pregnancy, you were an unexpected addition to the family. Your brother, Kento, was just eight years old when you came into the world, and your life from day one revolved around him. Those tiny hands of yours reached out with joyful gurgles the moment your mom handed you to Kento.

He was always the cool sibling even when he kicked you out of his room or didn't take you on his friend's birthday party.

Like a devoted shadow, you were a clingy sibling with a tendency to follow your brother despite the stern looks or eye rolls thrown your way.

Maybe that was the reason that in order to stick by your quiet brother, you learned to fill the silence with your rambles. Even adapted to the shamelessness of ignoring your brother's apparent annoyance with you.

Your phase of copying him did not come as a surprise. Subtle side eyes, peaking over his side, waiting for him to pick something, all to know your brother's choices and making them yours.

Much to your rare embarrassment, you did end up copying your brother's high school hairstyle which remains a tragedy for both of you.

However, it wasn't your insistent following that endeared you to your brother or so you thought. Rather it was your failing grade in mathematics and a traumatic homework session with dad that led you to your brother.

Just when your eyes were full of tears as your tried to please your dad, scared of angering him further, your brother Kento looked up from his book. Sat next to you and taught you gently. Since that day, your brother became your tutor. A respite from your dad's hell tutoring.

That evening you promised to love your brother the most. Give him everything he wanted. Make him proud. You didn't say it out loud, those thoughts were too sweet to be said even by a loose tongued you. Laying in your bed, you looked up to your brother, quite literally, his bunk bed was above yours.

Sneaking you video games he had no interest in, asking for presents that you had been drooling over and he just ended up not needing, asking for your favorite foods on his special days your brother showed love in the most subtle but beautiful ways.

And when he became a sorcerer, your brother became your hero quite literally. For the first time in your life, you found yourself researching something with such passion.

He liked it. Your brother was noble. His heart found joy in saving people. He himself did not realize it for the longest time.

But then he left it all. You remember the ending years of your high school, when your brother took a normal job. Working fixed hours of the day. He needed it. Yet, it was not what he wanted. You could see it.

His eyes no longer gleamed at the end of the day. He was present. Yet, lost at the same time.

During the initial years of college, you lived with him. His apartment was conveniently close to your university. In those peaceful times, you spent evenings taste-testing his cooking, dragging him to college bars and then carrying him back because he drank more than the entire bar combined. Maybe an ordinary life suited Nanami yet, it was missing something as if an amazing cookie without a pinch of salt to bring out it's sweetness.

But it returned. The spark in his eyes came from the bloodied arm on Tuesday evening. Just like that, your brother went back to being a sorcerer.

So, despite the lingering bruises or rare injuries you supported him. What else could you do? You only followed him whatever path he went. Even the days when his blood scared you, you merely helped him with first aid or drove him to the nearest hospital.

You did not burden him with your fears, or your anxiety. His job was to protect the people, and your job was to worry for him.

But your tears did come. On instances when, you sat alone in a silent hospital corridor, you allowed yourself to be scared for your brother. You cried your heart out before wiping your tears and helping your brother with a simple soup that you cooked.

Maybe that day your brother sensed your sorrow. Perhaps that was the reason why he hugged you so tightly. Or simply ignored your soft sobs while hugging you.

But now, everything in the world feels different, foreign. It's as though the tether that once held you to this world has been severed. He never returned, and you were never given an answer. So you waited, evening after evening at six, but he never came back.

Your parents held a funeral, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. How could he be gone? He'd been by your side since your first breath. How could your world possibly exist without him?

Huddled in your childhood bunk bed, you'd look up at his empty bed. "Come back, please," you'd whisper, closing your eyes, hoping that when you opened them, it would all be a bad dream. You waited for him to come and take away the nightmare, just like he did on the nights when you couldn't sleep after watching a horror movie.

It became increasingly difficult to find joy in the world he had saved, as it felt so wrong without him. Did he know how much you treasured him? Did you hug him before he left that day? Was he wronged, was he in pain? You could never know.

You could have stopped him. He left in front of your eyes and you let him. Now you couldn't find him. No matter how hard you tried.

"Don't go where I cannot follow," your whispers were loud echoes in the quiet apartment.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #angst without a happy ending #platonic #siblings au #jjk #it's not much but it's honest work #hermit is bawling

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emotional-emotion · 1 year

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