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beansprean · 7 months

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frog tweet redraws!!!

(ID in alt and under cut, tweets under cut)

ID: 1. Nursey, wearing a gray peacoat, and Dex, wearing a brown canvas jacket and a backpack, are walking side by side when two samwell students, one a white girl with a brown ponytail and red sweater and the other a brown boy in a black hoodie, rush up to Nursey surrounded by hearts. The girl asks, "Is that you on the back of the fall schedule?" The boy adds, "We like, need to know!" Nursey grins at them, flattered, and presses a hand to his cheek as he replies "Oh? Yeah, that's me." Dex scowls and rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful, sighing, "Oh god."

2a. Nursey, wearing a yellow puff vest over a long sleeve purple shirt, sitting next to Dex, who is wearing a blue button down over a tee shirt. Nursey grins and nudged Dex with his elbow, asking, "Guess how many cards I got today, Poindexter." Dex, mouth full of pie and another bite poised on his fork, sighs heavily and glares away into the distance, replying after a long pause, "Like 20." 2b. Repeat. Nursey pulls up his hands, one holding out five fingers and the other holding up three, and looks down at them as if checking his count. He says, "Eight. One was from my mom." Dex startles and hunches up, trying to stifle a loud snort of laughter. A chunk of pie flies out of his mouth.

3a. Nursey and Chowder standing side by side in the kitchen, Nursey holding a bowl of filling and Chowder chopping something on the counter offscreen. He is not looking at his hands, but off to the right, where text indicates a Falconers game is playing. Dex is in the background, holding a fresh pie with oven mitts, and calls out, "Hey Chow, pay attention! 3b. Repeat. Chowder says "Huh?" and looks down to his hands just as the knife slips and sends a spurt of blood upward into frame. Dex and Nursey startle, eyes bugging out in shock. Nursey goes visibly gray and drops the bowl he was holding. 3c. Repeat. Nursey slips offscreen completely, fainting. Dex smirks at him and lets out a little "heh" laugh. Chowder looks down at him in concern, pressing a washcloth to his bloody finger. 3d. Later, Nursey sitting on the gross Haus couch with a glass of water, Dex standing next to him with his arms crossed. Dex smirks down at him and teases, "You fainted a little there, huh?" Nursey looks up at him, stern but clearly embarrassed, and says "Chill, that was a lot of blood." Dex pushes, "Boy, you were pale!" Nursey replies blankly, "...Poindexter."

4. Screenshot of a series of tweets by Eric Bittle. a. Nursey: Guess how many cards I got today, Poindexter? Dex: [a long sigh] Dex: like 20. Nursey: Eight. One was from my mom. b. Ah, Dex tried to hide that laugh but there's pie everywhere. c. 15 minutes ago. Chowder: I was paying attention to the Falconers game and I think I cut my finger? Dex: I think Nursey just fainted. Dex: Heh. d. Dex: You fainted a little there, huh? Nursey: Chill that was a lot of blood. Dex: Boy, you were pale! Nursey: ...Poindexter. e. -Nursey Fans- Girl: Is that you on the back of the fall schedule? Boy: We like NEED to know. Nursey: Oh? Yeah that's me. Dex: Oh GOD. /end ID

#omgcp #check please #dexnursey #nurseydex #polyfrogs #mlm #my art #fanart #image described #these are kinda old by now but i kept forgetting to write the ID dkjhkjd

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scarfgremlin · 3 months

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A very happy Valentines Day.

Have some Nova, from @venomous-qwille beautiful Ghost in the machine au, getting flowers.

It's such a delightful read! And while I am lacking a few chapters behind, seeing all the other art for it is certainly inspiring!

So! Nova! He's such a guy /aff

I'm putting the alt text under the cut bc it's kind of long.

[ID: a 15-second animatic of Nova from Qwilles Ghost in the machine au. Nova is a sun variant who wears a jacket. Underneath said jacket is a shirt with two pins on the right side. He has eight small spikes around his face and seven knife rays in between them. The animatic begins with Nova sitting on a couch, a smile on his face, staring into the distance before he blinks, and then proceeds to tilts his head to the side. His body slightly moved to the motion. It then cuts to a small person with big eyes and a small, blue bow tie on their chest, standing on a purple carpet. They look up at him and wave one arm, eyes glimmering and a slight blush on their cheeks while doing so. They soon after lower their hand, shyly looking to the side as they grab hold of their other arm, only to sneak another look at Nova. It cuts back to Nova, who looks at the small person, twinkling stars around his head before they disappear as he tilts his head in question to the side. A speaking bubble with a question mark appears to his left. Again, cutting back to the small person, they seem to startle, aware that they have his attention. Their lower arms halfway raised and hands in a tensed position. They promptly move their right arm to put their hand in a pocket at their right hip to search for something. Said pocket appears out of nowhere. Nova leans forward, curious as to what is going to happen next as he tilts his head to the right. Cut to the small person: they halt in their movement for a second, an exclamation mark popping up right next to them. Their eyes crinkle upward as they seem to have found what they were searching for. Red circles, a small blush, on their cheeks. They proceed to pull out a bouquet of various field flowers out of the pocket and hold it out toward him, eyes moving up to look at him in quiet anticipation. The flowers are a cropped photo of a real bouquet. It cuts to Nova, who has a redraw of the bouquet halfway shoved toward his face, eyes wide in surprise. His look softens, and his brows knit together as he pulls back, and the bouquet is lowered. He looks at the small person with a half grin, his right hand raised to take the flowers. He is looking at the small person while doing so. Cutting back to the small person, they have a bashful look on their face, hands behind their back as Nova takes the bouquet out of the frame. There is a small speaking bubble with a heart above their head. We cut back to Nova, who now holds the bouquet, that is significantly smaller in his hold, between his fingers. He looks down at it with an amused expression. On his right side, a bubble appears, featuring the small person holding a thumb up as sparkles surround their head. They are very pleased with themselves as they watch him./End ID]

#yea #was grinning and happy giggling most of the time making this #i love him #fnaf #my art #gitm au #ghost in the machine au #nova #ghost in the machine #originally only wanted to test animate #but then brain said #hey #valentine is in two days #do something

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90108s · 6 months

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— i’m sorry, cheng xiaoshi

[alt txt below!]

[START I.D.: A digital illustration of Lu Guang from Link Click. The piece is a redraw of a shot from the Season Two finale wherein Lu Guang is in blood-stained clothes, looking down at a photograph with an anguished expression. Blood is on his hand, hair, and face, as well. A light illuminates one side of his face. Around him are other photographs of him and/or Cheng Xiaoshi: one is of Cheng Xiaoshi grinning with his eyes closed and waving at the camera; the next is of their joined hands; another one is of them in white dress shirts, with Cheng Xiaoshi holding a basketball against his hip and having his other arm around Lu Guang, his hand holding up a ‘V’ sign, while Lu Guang stands awkwardly beside him; the last photograph is of Cheng Xiaoshi alone, who’s in a plain black shirt and wearing a soft smile, as a light shines on one side of his face. Behind Lu Guang are dozens of other photographs fluttering about, surrounded by splashes of blue, red, and orange against a dark background. END I.D.]

#link click #sgdlr #时光代理人 #Shíguāng Dàilǐrén #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #link click s2 spoilers #Ummm jic #link click fanart #shiguang #the way that they hurt me so bad #</3 #jdraws #shiguang dailiren

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bunnyinatree · 1 year

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Ryuk: Hey, where are you going? Get back here and kill each other! 💀

[Image ID: A three-page comic of Light and L parodying this scene from “The Fry Cook Games” in Spongebob. On the first page, Light and L are fighting, grabbing onto each other’s shirts and aiming punches/kicks, despite the chain that connects them. Light is saying, “I don’t like you!” L is saying, “I don’t like you more!” Light replies, “I never liked you!” And L says back, “I a thousand times never liked you!” Then, there’s a close-up on both of their faces, and Light shouts, “Blue!” while L shouts, “Red!” The bottom of the page is dedicated to a spiky text bubble that reads “RIIIIP”! The second page features Light and L staring at one another in shock, against a yellow background with a white lightning bolt through it. Their shirts have been ripped off completely, and Light, who is stylistically colored all in red, is wearing a blue chest binder, while L, who is stylistically colored in all blue, is wearing a red chest binder. There is an ellipsis above both of their heads. On the top of the third and final page are close-ups of Light and L’s faces. Light looks like the pleading eyes emoji as he says, “...Red?” and L says, “Blue..?” They are both blushing. The comic ends with Light and L embracing, still in handcuffs, with the speech bubble, “You DO care!” beneath them. End image ID.]

Bonus:

[Image ID: A digital drawing with two panels. The top panel is a thin close-up on L’s face. His hair is wet with rainwater, and he’s saying, “Forget the Kira investigation. This is PERSONAL.” “Personal” is written in all caps and is underlined twice. The second panel, which takes up the majority of the page, is a redraw of the iconic foot scene from the anime. Light is sitting on a stairwell, watching L dry off his feet with a towel. This is also a reference to the “Fry Cook Games” clip linked above. Unlike the three-page comic above, this drawing is colored more realistically. Light’s hair is brown, not red; L’s skin isn’t blue-tinted, etc. End image ID.]

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #my art #i finally finished the comic i started this time last year! 🥳🥳#also happy birthday light you crazy son of a gun <3

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since-im-already-here · 3 months

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'Permit me to remind you'

Klahadore drabble

(Image Source: https://woka.com.ar/?s=captain-kuro-by-@tsuyomaru-one-piece-pictures-one-piece-qq-3Go3Y0Ua)

Word Count: 2,005

The night began as the sun bid farewell to the sky and greeted the stars with familiarity, deeming it an appropriate time to get into bed with a nice warm drink and cosy pillows, which is exactly what you were doing for the young lady Kaya. Reaching for the scorching pot of tea, you pour her a small teacup and bring them over to the newly tucked in and settled Kaya as she reclines against her cushions.

“Klahadore is insistent that I ensure you drink your remedy, my lady. I hope the flavour has improved with the small amount of honey I've added. A little sweetness goes a long way,” you directed her, she nodded and gave a small apprehensive smile. Her illness was depicted in her pale face, hollowed eyes and the dryness of her mouth. You returned her smile before reaching behind your back and collecting a few of the sugar-coated treats you had managed to swipe from the kitchen without the staff noticing. With a sly smile, you offered them to her,

“Speaking of sweetness, I stole some biscuits from the kitchen stash for you,” you gave her a small wink, offering a final hushed command of, “Don’t tell Klahadore.”

Kaya begins to giggle at your comment, but immediately slips into a sinister and dry coughing fit, prompting you to reach behind her and pull her into a more upright position to clear her airway as she finishes her collection of raspy, dry breaths. You wince as she coughs into her hands, offering her your handkerchief you keep tucked within your sleeve to collect her illness parting from her lips within.

“I don’t feel well enough to drink right now. I just want to sleep, please?” Kaya wheezes through her words. From hearing her shaken breath and dry wheeze, you decide that, just for tonight, she can skip her remedy. You place the tea and the biscuits back onto the tray you brought them in, ready to face the disapproving tone and glare of the chief of staff. The same chief of staff that you, two nights ago, shared in an interesting experience with.

It seemed all it took for the both of you, was a bottle of sticky-sweet port wine shared in the afterhours of a particularly long day of tending to your duties as lady’s maid to the young Lady Kaya. Once the staff bid you both goodnight for the evening with a curt nod and a small, polite smile; a small glass of wine shared between two leaders of staff was followed by another. And then another.

As our memory drew into a small haze, you walked throughout the halls with the full tray clutched firmly in your hands. You were unable to recall the moment from when you had finished the last of the sweet wine to having your arms draped around the neck of your raven-haired coworker.

Your lips pushing against each other, gasping for breaths as your limbs entangled in the wine cellar against the racking barrels as they syphoned the crimson liquid into the barrels below. This was not how you expected the night to progress; but the two of you had many moments you could’ve considered flirtatious leading into the evening’s event.

Closing your eyes now; you could still feel his breath fan against your neck as you controlled your verbal gasps and whimpers against each other’s flesh as your bodies joined at the lips. You could still feel his hair falling onto your forehead as he drew away from your neck to gaze longingly into your eyes. The awkward feeling of his glasses inching down his nose and falling onto your face. You remember feeling his hand remove itself from your hips, your jaw falling slack as you witnessed him press his inner palm against his glasses to redraw them atop his nose, only to then force it way under your shirt to grasp your hip again - the warmth of his gloved hands welcome against your flesh.

You knew it was not becoming of a lady to join in entangling yourself with a gentleman in such a way, especially in a place as exposed as a wine cellar. This was not your first dalliance with a man, but it was your first with a colleague.

Reopening your eyes, you attempt once more to rid your thoughts of their waves of memory, the warm feeling of anxiety and loss of control clawing their way from your chest to your jugular; discomfort clutching at your lips and souring the flavour.

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“We need to stop,” you whispered in between his bruising kisses atop your lips, “someone could hear. Someone could-.” Your words were syphoned into the mouth of your lover in a similar likeness to the barrels racking beside you.

“Just a little more,” as he pressed his lips into your neck, tongue swirling at the pulse and feeling the elevation in your heartbeat. “Please, darling. Just-...” He trailed a flurry of exuberant oscillations of his smooth lips against your jaw to your cheek, “-Please.”

He began losing himself in the feeling of your body wrapped around his, your arms around his shoulders and his own raking over your hips to grasp the flesh of your back in a desperate clawing motion to clutch you closer. Another kiss was shared in a long and drawn out caress, followed by another. Then another. The stagger and rapidity of his kisses did nothing to deter the intended silence being met in the air; your whimpers painting the atmosphere with their melodic serenade.

“Klah-’’ you squeaked, another attempt to steer his passionate kiss to a halt being met with no reaction. This verbal warning didn’t seem to sway him in the slightest. It almost seemed like his name meant nothing to him in the heat of the moment.

It wasn't until footsteps were heard that it broke him from continuing to chase the feeling of your lips against his own in exuberate moments. At the rise and fall of pattered footsteps against the cement floor, heels clicking and echoing within the chamber as they made their approach. The fear of being caught by his colleagues was all too much for both of you; yet you were still entangled within each other’s arms as stiff as the portraits painted above the cellar walls. As they retrieved a bottle of wine, they left the cellar with their heavy-laden footsteps trailing behind them in tow.

You both breathed a small sigh of relief as the cellar door closed behind the unsuspecting coworker, your smile breaking against your lips as he turned back to face you again. His eyes softened when his gaze met with yours seeming to, just now, remember that you both were working. He leant forward to rest his forehead against your own, the glasses again falling from the top of his nose down to the tip and brushed against the tip of your nose.

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Lost within the spiral of your own thoughts, you start to wonder if it was just one night to him. Did it mean as little to him as he made it out to be? There was no whisper of a word or a murmur to inform you of anything other than the sort. No acknowledgement of the event even occurring the following day as you fell into the rhythm of working together in perfect synchrony.

Continuing to the kitchen, you set down the full tray of hot blue tea and stolen biscuits against the sink to prepare disassembling the arrangement meant to be presented to the lady under your charge. At eyeing the sugary treats atop the porcelain tray, your anxiety begins to elevate with the rapidity of your heartbeat that you did, indeed, steal those biscuits to bring to Lady Kaya from the pantry. And you did, indeed, bring the full tray back down to the kitchen, knowing full well that Klahadore would be less than pleased that Kaya did not drink her remedy that night.

Hearing the barely audible tap of soft shoes upon the kitchen floor causes you to briefly halt your disassembly of items, retracting your hand from the handle of the teapot you had begun to pour down the sink. Resetting it upon the tray, you rotated your neck to rid it of the small click within before narrowing your eyes and curling your lip.

“Why is the tea here?” the smooth voice purred from behind you, “She needs to have her tea daily, Dear. And biscuits? You know better than-.” His voice halted as you thumped your palms first on the kitchen counter before turning to face him.

“Klahaore, I don’t know better. I know best,” you challenged him, your brows decreasing their position on your forehead, “A simple biscuit will not cause her harm, and we both know she needs something in stomach or she’ll feel sick from the tea as it hits it.” You stepped closer to him, raising your chin to glare into his eyes. His jaw slackened slightly, his breath hitching at your verbal challenge and the proximity you drew yourself within.

After several unspoken and silent moments pass between you, he clears his throat and readjusts his glasses with the heel of his palm. His mouth begins to open to begin another order towards you, only to halt at your next interruption.

“If that will be all, I shall take my leave for the night,” you rotated your shoulders, standing firm in your upright and formal posture and awaiting dismissal from your superior. Klahadore furrowed his brows, not truly understanding where this animosity and surliness had come from.

"See me in my office," he ordered, stepping closer to your body. You stepped back from his approach, unbreaking in your defiant expression nor the rigidity in your posture.

“My working hours begin between the time my lady rises in the morning, and concludes once she is settled for the night,” you quipped in return, “If I am to be required to attend a meeting with my superior, I will do so in the hours I am employed within.”

"I am giving you an order, darling. You will come to my office now," he informed you, his tone strong and low. He stepped towards you once more, which you followed by stepping back to keep yourself an arms length away.

"And I am saying I will not," you smirked in return. His eyes darkened, his jaw tensing behind his pursed lips.

With that small smirk, you begin to push yourself past him, only for him to grab your wrist firmly and pull you against his torso. Your eyes fill with disdain as you glance up at him, though you imagine it isn't too threatening with your cheeks flushed with the contact he was providing to you. He holds you wordlessly, staring down into your eyes with a final warning-look.

“Sir,” you spat, looking down to the position his hand was remaining circling your wrist within, before floating your gaze back up to his spectacles framing his dark eyes. He breaks from gripping your wrist and hovers his hand to the side of your face, almost brushing the heel of his palm against your cheek in a gentle caress.

“We need to discuss what happened in the wine cellar,” he whispered in such a low and intimate purr of his voice, it prompted your cheeks to flush with further warmth than the initial contact of his grasp on your hand. You gulped back your collected saliva in your mouth, darting your gaze between his eyes.

“And what happened in the wine cellar, Klahadore?” you feigned your ignorance, recollecting the exact moment he was referring to but choosing to play coy with a smirk threatening to find residency back atop your lips.

His lips ticked up to the left hand side of his lips as he stooped lower to your face, whispering gently in another purred tone.

“My darling, permit me to refresh your memory.”

Apprehensive tag list @fanaticsnail @writingmysanity @sordidmusings

#klahadore x reader #kuro x reader #x reader #op x reader #opla #opla fic #op kuro #op klahadore #captain kuro x reader #captain kuro #black cat kuro #one piece #one piece fic

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bthemistake · 4 months

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ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD - Samirah Al-Abbas

[Image Description: Samirah Al-Abbas, a character from the Magnus Chase series. She is wearing her Valkyrie-green hijab with her axe secured to her back, the holster visible with its straps looped through her arms. She has multiple plasters on her face, won in any number of of her duties as Valkyrie to Valhalla, and appears both tired and unimpressed with her general state.

She wears a long dark green skirt, mostly hidden by the cropping of the image, and a large baggy beige jumper, which must be a few sizes too big (if there is such a thing) as its neck is lopsidedly draped on her, showing a small amount of her white shirt beneath, and the sleeves obscure her hands entirely, definitely because the jumper is big and not because I didn't fancy drawing hands.

On her jumper are the words 'All My Friends Are Dead' and to this you may object, both Hearth and Blitz are alive are they not? To which I would say yes. For now.

This is a redraw of a traditional-media drawing I did back in 2020 which possess far less imagination, a piss poor attempt at a hijab, and another cowards way out of not drawing any more hands than I legally had to. Seen at the lower right corner as the last image in the post.]

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vox-ex · 7 months

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game

supercorptober 2023

“There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.” ― Albert Camus

or Kara tells Lena about the stars in a different kind of way.

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Lena wakes to the soft brush of lips, the warmth of Kara's breath and the early morning sun on her bare back.

"We had constellations on Krypton —ehl giehrehd — star pathways."

Her voice is a low murmur against her shoulder. Lena can feel her thoughts drifting along with the gentle pressure against her skin.

Kara continues to speak, her words wrapping around Lena like the sheets pooled at her waist.

"But the stars are different here." Kara muses," and when I first got here, I'd try to make them fit. Redraw the lines, connect them together until I could almost imagine them the same."

Lena shifts slightly, folding her arms underneath her. The muscles on her back move with her, altering the landscape beneath Kara's fingers, which carefully follow.

"It became a game eventually," Kara continues, her voice soft and reminiscent. "Alex and I would sit together on the roof when I couldn't sleep. We would make up new constellations, new stories to go with them."

Lena pictures the night sky hidden behind the morning light rushing in. Imagines the two of them together, lying side by side in a different way.

Kara's fingers pause — become even more deliberate — move from the freckle at the base of her neck to the three along the border of her shoulder blade and then to the two that sit two in the hollow of her back.

Lena sighs, arching into the sensation. She feels weightless and grounded all at once. She glances over her shoulder, urges her to continue.

"What stories do I tell?"

Kara smiles, eyes dark blue despite the light amber hues of the bedroom, kisses the spot where her fingers just were.

"This one reminds me of one we had."

Her thumbs trace circles over the skin that sits just above the sheets.

"We had twin moons on Krypton. They had been together in the sky as long as there were people to look up at them. There were myths about them — how they were created together by Rao to never be apart."

Kara slides her hand back up along Lena's side to another freckle that rests between her ribs.

"But we had another moon, one that left Krypton's orbit before its destruction. They said it left to circle a yellow sun."

She stops. Hesitates. Fingertips hovering just above Lena's skin.

"When I was a child, I used to imagine how sad the moon must have been" — Kara's voice is barely above a whisper, gone for a moment somewhere else — "to be all alone."

Lena aches to keep her there with her.

"But now, I imagine the moon happy instead."

Knows she still is when lips press into her skin again.

"I imagine the moon did not leave to be alone, but to find the other half Rao created for it."

Lena turns in Kara's arms, rolls over onto her back to look at her.

"And you, do you imagine yourself happy too?"

Kara leans in, kissing the inside of Lena's wrist.

"I don't have to imagine a thing anymore."

Lena's hand grips the front of her shirt, pulls them down together along with gravity into the mattress beneath them, into the ground below them, right through to the stars on the other side.

"You know I don't believe in fate."

"I know."

Kara whispers, the words worn soft with use but laid out long with hope.

She cradles Kara's face, tracing the scar above her eyebrow, the freckles spread across her nose — constellations of her own to follow.

"But I believe in you."

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #sg prompts #softness disguised as heaviness #you didn't think we'd make it a whole month without at least a vague stargazing reference did you #it probably won't be the only one

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deuynndoodles · 7 months

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[id: a colored, digital drawing of tetra from the wind waker. she stands with one hand on her hip and the other gesturing vaguely. she has her eyes closed and her mouth open, likely explaining something that the other should already know. there are doodles of waves in the background.

her design has been altered slightly. she is black and her curly hair is in a messy topknot bun. there is a golden badge and gold trim on her vest. her shirt has sleeves that mimic her pants and she wears proper gloves. she has gold jewelry, including piercings. end id]

another redraw appears! (og here)

im a rlly big fan of tetra. wish they didnt do her so dirty lategame

#doodles #loz #legend of zelda #ww #wind waker #tetra loz #this drawing is from august but i kept forgetting to post it

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ronika-writes-stuff · 3 months

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This starving Heart

#2. Keep Feeding It Lies.

‘It's Just a one time thing'.....he tells himself firmly as he goes to bed with the literal root of the problem in front of him.

Unfortunately, It was not, in fact, a one time thing.

It happened again the next morning.

Waking up at 4 Am with heat pooling between his legs and having those vivid images assault his brain again was not a pleasant experience.

He got up, took off his shirt and went inside the washroom.

As he took off his shorts, he briefly wondered if he should just….take care of it.

Maybe his body will calm the fuck down after a release?

He quickly waved that thought away and turned on the shower.

'It's not like he would know,' his mind whispered to him.

'But I would'..... he thought, and He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to look Ishan in the eye again if he did that.

Another drawback of the cursed dreams, he realized, halfway through their practice session, was that he was suddenly hyper aware of Ishan's presence.

In the past hour, he had stared at the guy so much that he could probably redraw the tattoos on his arm, had missed 7 balls thrown towards him, stared some more at his earrings as they shone under the sun, and almost got hit in the face twice by Siraj.

He forced himself to look away when Rohit Bhaiya started glaring at him and tried to concentrate.

He still ended up looking over his shoulder when he heard Surya bhai and Ishan laugh together and ended up missing. Again.

Now even Miya looked annoyed which was not a good sign.

They took a short break to catch a breather and grabbed their water bottles.

After the break, he promised himself not to look at anything except the ball.

…But Miya messed up his throw.

So when the ball finally hit him in the face, technically, it wasn't really his fault.

It did earn him a short lecture with curses and concern mixed together from Virat Bhai.

“How did you get hit?”

“Hmm?”

“During practice…how did you get hit?”

They're laying in their beds after having dinner with the team in the dining hall of the hotel.

Ishan is watching a web series, without earphones, at full volume, as per his self-invented tradition.

Meanwhile he's already wrapped in a blanket and curled up against a pillow.

The question pops out of nowhere and brings with it an array of images from their morning practice he did not want to think about;

Ishan with his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, his gleaming earrings, how his arms moved when he practiced, the way he threw back his head and laughed…

“I-....”

His voice is not working the way he wants it to. Ishan pauses his episode and turns towards him. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head a little.

Cute.

“I…got distracted.”

His roommate snorts in response and turns back to his tablet.

Shubhman Pulls the blanket over his head and hopes for a peaceful night this time.

He doesn't get any peaceful nights. Or days, for that matter.

Aside from dealing with the horrifying reality that he was dreaming (and fantasizing) about his roommate of all people, His sleeping schedule was getting messed up.

He kept dozing off in their bus and even during meal times.

And when he was not busy taking naps in random places, he was staring at Ishan.

He couldn't help it.

It was not his fault Ishan was so… himself.

He had spent hours memorizing the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, how his muscles flexed during practice, how his eyelashes fluttered when he was tired, the tiny glimpse of his waist when he stretched his arms upwards and his shirt was lifted, how good black outfits looked on him and how soft his voice became when he talked to his niece.

He had gotten odd looks from his teammates a couple of times but he just brushed it off by saying he zoned out.

Which led them to wondering whose zone he was so lost in.

And when he reacted like a flustered teenager (how could he not!?), they tried to guess who it was.

It was kinda hilarious how they would never be able to guess the actual answer.

On top of that, there had been some… embarrassing incidents which made him want to bury a hole in the ground and crawl into it and never return to the land of living.

By the end of the week, Shubhman quietly accepted that this new hell was a part of his life now.

He started setting his alarm for an early morning to give his body time to calm down and settle back into reality, to forget those phantom sensations that roamed all over him when he woke up from another dream.

Not all his dreams had such filthy thoughts though. The other dreams were perhaps a lot more innocent.

But those were the ones he hated the most.

Cold hands stroking his arms, gentle fingers combing through his hair, cupping his cheek, soft kisses being pressed on his forehead, a rough hand wrapped around his own.…

These dreams didn't have a solution.

They left an odd emptiness behind that he did not know how to fix.

No cold shower, no early workouts could fix the hollowness these dreams left behind.

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Please tell me what you guys think.

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Heya! I like Eris a lot, the way you wrote her character really intrigued me sincwe I love manipulative and mean characters like her, do you have any fun facts about Eris?

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Heeey, mean and manipulative character lover! Good tastes.

Here’s some facts about Eris.

Eris technically doesn’t have a gender since it is something that you can choose for yourself. I normally go by they/them just to be encompassing but you can call them whatever you want. I probably could have made them more of their own established character instead of being able to name them, but since I wanted to learn how to code that, they became more self inserty.

Eris’s hair is based off of John Doe, though it’s not as curly and more blockish. It’s supposed to show the discord around them.

Eris’s hair will curl around Milo and other characters in some of the scenes. This along with the sound of rope tightening is generally the motif of them being able to take hold or control those around them.

Eris’s clothes are really simple. Just a long shirt and pants. This is mostly so I don’t have to redraw clothes all the time, but I think it fits them.

Eyes are a pretty important motif in the game, so much so that Eris has heterochromia. This is for two reasons: one is to make them stand out from other default MC designs and the other is because of the Wedding Ending where the two change eyes. I wanted to make it obvious that Milo had swapped the two of theirs eyes.

The name tag for each of the characters has a symbol of an eye on it. Milo’s eyes are always closed or not fully open, alluding to the fact that they’re never fully aware of what Eris is doing or what they have done. Even the eyes on their Manipulation and Violence designs are not fully open. Eris’s name tag on the contrary is fully open. You’ll see that characters with the same design of the name tag as Eris like Ryan and Poison also have an eye on their design somewhere. This is to symbolize that they are fully aware of what Eris has planned, even if they are unable to stop it.

Supposedly Eris does have an earring in Manipulation route that matches Milo. I kind of forgot it actually since I basically never draw Eris’s ears lol.

Whenever I update there will be four side stories that feature Eris talking to another character, specifically Ryan and Poison. There is one more character that Eris talks to and he is from the same story Desmond is in. The last one is related to Milo.

A lot of Eris’s backstory is pretty vague just so people can theorize it and to make it a bit more self inserty ( I say as if people just don’t make their own MCs lol). So we don’t actually know how many people Eris has dated, what their backstory is like and what exactly they mean by Perfect Love.

Every time I write Eris, I write them as like an overdramatic villain. I pulled the way they manipulate off of another character I have. He’s a lot more sympathetic and usually uses blackmail though. Eris basically never uses violent techniques throughout the story and mostly focuses on how they can control others. I have another mc I want to make that’s more about the violent and sadistic side that’s not explored as much but that’s for another game.

Similarly, it’s not really known if Eris actually feels love for Milo or love at all. It’s hard to say since Eris is so focused on making Milo into a perfect love. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. Who knows.

Eris is still human of course so they can still die. However if they are killed, it will never be in the way that is satisfying. Somehow it always feels haunting in a way, or greatly dissatisfying. At least, that’s what I think.

Eris very seldom is or acts genuinely surprised. The True Ending is one of the few times where Eris feels genuinely terrified and surprised at what Milo has become.

In theory there can be multiple types of Eris. There are a lot of ways to make your perfect love after all. Doc coined this as Erisona.

That’s about all I can think of for now! I might have more in the future.

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elllteo · 3 months

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Assorted oc noodling!

Matteo redraw, Vance brush test headshots, Melanie and Syrin from the past, another Matte + Ellis redraw, and then Matteo (creaturemode) happily nuzzling Julia (her shirt says GAY WRONGS)

#ellteocs #oc art #sketches #doodles #oc doodles #my art #my ocs #matteo #ellis #julia #vance #melanie #syrin

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the-sleepy-conductor · 15 days

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Alrighty alrighty I've been wanting to make Submas art SO BADLY but I haven't bc I can't look down at my desk for long periods of time without my nose running an unreasonable amount SO. I decided once I'm better I'm gonna pick a piece of old Submas art from 2022/2023 and do a redraw!

But of course I'm indecisive and will be making another poll :D My old art is absolutely horrid and I can't stand looking at it so that's the whole reason I wanted to do a redraw in about a week or so. I will let the Submas fandom pick!

First off, we've got Ingo sleeping on a giant pop tart:

For this next one I was gonna still do the chibi style with him sitting but maybe make him wear a shirt that says "tummy ache survivor":

The Submas Pokemon hybrids I never did finish bc I got new markers and wasn't happy with how it turned out (They ended up being Slither Wings but I gave up on Emmet):

A very happy Emmet:

#submas #subway bosses #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon black and white #pokemon bw

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tiny-rice · 6 months

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In another world // Perhaps, I could’ve loved you

Day 5 - Reincarnation // Mistaken Identity

A rewind and respool of mdtb’s messily entwined fates from a past life. (I’m thinking of those high angst/ love-hate content plotlines, something like..

The sky is dark, and an eye larger than life stares back upon the scorched earth. The culmination of Madara’s sins has flung itself violently in Tobirama’s face, yet—

“In another world..” he rasps, and Madara’s grip tightens on his chin. The rinnegan bore into red.

“Perhaps, I could’ve loved you.” Madara whispers, unbidden.

Ok I’ll give you some space to cry before you read on

This is set in the far-far!future, a post apocalyptic AU! Alien Zetsus came to Earth via meteorite and began devouring all biologic matter O-O

The humans were no match and thus society fell.

Over time, the pressure of survival, and introduction of zetsu-material into human DNA via ingestion of contaminated substances (no monster fucking involved, unless..?) some people developed super powers (chakra!)

Tobi is extra agile and has a short range spacetime blinking ability (it’s what created those tears on her shirt!) and functions primarily as a scout/ assassin/ infiltrator.

Madara is particularly hardy, and able to summon fire that disintegrates the otherwise near-indestructible zetsus. She is a frontline brawler and perimeter guard.

Do they regain their memories of canon? Do they fvck?? (yes)

I wanna hear your ideas for tobira and madara in this AU! :D

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Whew! Coming up with their outfits was so fun (and hard!!!!!) Working with only back and white for such a detailed piece was a first time and a big challenge for me ><

This was my favorite sketch and the one I was most excited to work on out of all the prompts for this week when I began brainstorming a while back, but I kept putting it off bc I wasn’t confident in my ability to bring my vision to life ;-;

And then it took me forever too, for the same reason (Ŏ艸Ŏ)

I probably spent…. Idk at least 20 hours on this piece going back and forth on stuff/ redrawing

And then I was like wait… what if I made a really cool post apocalyptic cityscape background for this???? (Lmfao, no)

I almost didn’t finish it bc of the expectations I was having for it but thank you to all the wonderful ppl at kuka who cheered me on and to stop being a tightass about it XD

Idk if you can tell, but I just fudged the wrinkles on tobi’s clothes, but I watched a really great video on different types of cloth folds before I drew madara’s outfit so I think it lays a bit more realistically! (Check it out if you wanna know about drawing cloth wrinkles!)

Anyways.. sorry for the rambling,, this was just such a passion project for me (／▽＼)

I will post something for day 6 in a sec here—

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@madatobiweek 2023 let’s go!

#madatobiweek2023 #madatobi #tobirama #madara #madara x tobirama #tldr #post apocalyptic AU #my art

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