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roxtron · 2 months
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Day 5: Rabbit, Reclaim
AGJGDFJF FINALLY IT'S DAY 5 SO I CAN POST THIS
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For some reason everytime i draw him he looks so young because i'm accidentally overcorrecting since i'm used to drawing older characters. So unfortunately he looks way younger than i meant him to lol, whoops.
But wait there's more- AHAHAHA
While I did initially plan this for GGY week I eventually got the idea to use this as an excuse to draw other GGY designs, soo..
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(Not sure why tumblr formatted it that way with 1 of them big but it doesn't matter lol)
I've been wanting to do this for a while, I put the tags of each person next to their design but ofc I'm still gonna tag them in the post itself so you can see their art for yourself if you haven't already. But I enjoyed each of these in their own ways so if you don't mind I think I'm gonna type a bit of text next to them..
@chipistrate This was one of the first I drew out of these, the design was pretty fun to draw but sorry if I messed up a few details, it was a bit difficult lol. The mask and goggles are really fun to draw and they make for a cool design, along with all the glowing blue. (and yes, I tried to subtly include the heelies lol)
@lunzi0 This was the first fursuit one I did lol. I adore the little stars in the design, they personalize it so well and make it really unique. I wanna try this design again since I feel like the other ones show my improvement a bit better, but I hope you can appreciate the effort I put in on my first attempt <3
@carouselrabbit This one was really fun to draw, I absolutely love the eye shape/lashes, it stands out and I always love drawing eyes with a bit of eyeliner lol, the daycare theme legwarmers is a cool nod to the balloon boy arcade machine being connected to them, and was just a fun addition in general lol, I like the style of legwarmers what can I say, fnaf changed my fashion sense a bit. also the subtle paraells to freddy's design is a nice way to connect a bit to gregory himself.
@puhpandas I can't remember if I talked about this design last time I drew it but, overall I'm really happy with how this came out, it's such an indicator of improvement since I started drawing this and I'm glad I was able to draw it better than last time lol. All the patchwork and similarities to Vanny's suit work really well, and the rabbit you chose to base it off of was a good fit, the colors make it a bit more difficult to shade for but i like detail lol, hope you like it too :)
@dykevanny I knew I wanted to do this since I started but I wasn't sure if I'd have time, and I'm glad I did! I hope you don't mind I combined aspects from the first design I saw and the second one you replied to my ask with, I liked the big purple sleeves lol. (I just realized after doing all the shading I forgot to include the oil splatter on his jacket, sorry!) It was definitely a bit difficult due to the head shape being so different but.. fluffy. i love drawing fluff. And the glowing swirl on the goggles, the shape of the ears, I love a lot about this design. :D
I have a hard time with writing compliments but I wanted to get some of those thoughts out, some of the things I like about these designs apply to multiple lol. I adore every one of these designs but I find it hard to put into words what I enjoy about them, hope the original creators are happy with these. <3
I also kept the ggys without as much lighting effects on a separate file, I felt like I should add them since they're a bit brighter lol, makes them look different.
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Okay now that I've gotten all that- Sorry this post is so long! I didn't think it'd end up taking up so much space lol. Buut.. working on this drawing and thinking about it and potential context behind it gave me an au idea for it, but I'll put it under the cut since I understand most people probably won't care and just wanna see the drawings lol.
Idk if I'm confident enough to write for it but I'll give a bit of a summary.. I'll keep it under the cut for people who aren't interested and just wanna see the art though lol.
After the main events of SB and Ruin, now that the mimic's been set free, Cassie's taken control of by what's left of Vanny, using her as a new host. But with Cassie being the only human left alive down there, after being reawakened, Dr. Rabbit has nowhere left to go but back to his old host.
Vanessa, Freddy, and Gregory hadn't gone back to the Pizzaplex after ruin, but they were trying to figure out a plan to get Cassie back safely. One night after Freddy and Gregory disappear, Vanessa leaves to go find them. As dangerous as the pizzaplex is, it's her best guess for where they might've gone. She doesn't want to think about what could've happened to them, in denial for the worst case scenario. She tries to keep herself calm by telling herself they probably just left to go back for Cassie, maybe they didn't want her stopping them.. but deep down she knows it can't be that simple. She knows something's off, even if she's not ready to admit it.
When returning to the pizzaplex, she brought along her own V.A.N.N.I. mask, though unlike the one Cassie used, it was clear of the mimic's influence. After all, she was going to need some way to travel through potential blocked routes.
By the time she found Gregory, she'd still been wearing the mask, seeing him down the end of a dark hallway. He looked confused, afraid, his mind was a wreck of conflicting emotions. She started rushing towards him, happy to see him okay, until he finally spoke.
"You need to get out of here."
She stepped back, taking off the mask, only to be faced with the worst case scenario.
It was a wreck, covered in stains and tears, but it was still recognizable. He was wearing that old suit again.
As he waved, she could see Freddy's claws peeking out from the doorway, as the two stepped closer towards her.
So, she did what he told her to do, and started running. She could hear a faint voice coming from the mask, and put it back on before finding somewhere she could hide.
It was his voice again, telling her which way to go.
I guess that was the dramatic way to summarize the main idea behind it, lol. Basically Gregory and Dr. Rabbit work the way Sun and Moon work in Ruin, whichever one is in control in the real world, the other is left behind in the AR world. Or at least that's my interpretation of how they worked, considering Sun was always in mask-on scenes and moon was mask-off. I'm not too sure where the plot might go from there, and maybe I'll consider writing for it, I dunno. I've never wrote fanfic before because I get deadly afraid of writing them out of character lol, but maybe?? I have ideas for scenes and premise and stuff but I don't know if I have the confidence to write it.
But anyway! That was just more of a fun side-idea I came up with while working on this, if you read this far thanks, hope you enjoyed :)
here's some silly little lineless doodles as a reward for making it to the end hehe
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now that's what I call an art dump
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chris-sya · 2 years
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ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags
thx for the tag @sewerkingcharlie ily🌚💖
1. Charlie Kelly (iasip)
2. Homelander (The boys)
3. Kim Wexler(Better call Saul)
4. Grimmjow(Bleach)
5. Patrick Bateman (sigma male memes)
6. Sabal (Far Cry)
7. Trevor Philips(Gta 5)
8. Ifan ben Mezd (DOS 2)
9. Majima Goro(Yakuza)
10. Crowley(S*pernatural)
my attempt to tag 10 people @swearingcactus @cranky-kyrati @broken-balance-baby @seekerofthemuse @cyberturbine @karabirdzov @vasiktomis and whoever else sees it i cant
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anne-is-confused · 4 months
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it's worse than anything in the world.
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spicyraeman · 4 months
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just besties being pals <3
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deeva-arud · 13 days
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Walk walk fashion baby
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dulioon · 4 months
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the presence of organic trees on the territory of the Eggman Empire is not approved
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cccotard · 1 year
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asunaro fire hazard
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hellaephemeral · 2 years
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i love how the biggest problem of the ua siblings isn’t that they don’t share the bits of vital information they all individually collect over the season with each other (or can’t because they are separated) but that they do and are immediately dismissed by each other because “oh well we don’t have time for tHIS rn” and “whatever this can’t be as important as THIS” and “oh klaus says weird shit all the time so like why even question his story about a glowing orb in the basement??”and “i heard what you said but i am just gonna ignore you“ it’s not even miscommunication at this point. they ARE communicating, they just couldn’t give less of a fuck about what comes out of each others mouths and i love that
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sub-4-sub · 9 months
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Women who are so so soft, and just want to drink milkshakes and have their tummys rubbed and kissed
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surlifen · 3 months
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puppy doggy. custom!
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unknownteapot · 8 days
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guys i think uh.. i think the smosh girlies want to kiss..
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(like i could be wrong but. i think. i think they might uh.. i think.. like-)
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merricatblckwood · 10 months
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At this point I trust the crew of ofmd with my life and i know season 2 is gonna be good but I have one fear and I'm not joking, I am terrified of them making stede more masculine because he becomes more badass and confident. I know it's something a lot of fans actually wish, the bearded muscular stede, but imagining it could happen makes me profoundly sad. I absolutely love frilly shirts cute nightgowns little shoes with bows stede. I love the fact that he loves clothes and he's kind of feminine, and I love the fact that he can still be badass. He was wearing a frilly nightgown and pink robe at his hottest, most badass moment when he told jack to get off of his ship. It's probably kind of stupid to be worried like this for something that may seem so insignificant, but I love Stede the way he looks in S1, and I'm obsessed with clothes and fashion and one of the many reasons why I've hyperfixated for so long on this show is the costumes, and especially stede's costumes. Anyway that's it I needed to get it out of my brain bye
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 8 months
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pov ur abt to b kisst by a shy lord/prince who is so so so extremely smitten with u
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softleesam · 4 months
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sitting on their lap so they can just wrap you up in their arms and tickle you to pieces-
- wiggling fingers on your sides and tummy while they blow raspberries and nibble at your neck and ears
- having them whisper teasy things right next to your ear
- not being able to wiggle away but not wanting to for a second bc you feel so loved
- hearing them laugh so close
- feeling their smile on your neck as you squirm and giggle in their arms
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desertduality · 4 months
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Scar-centric sickfic for @stiffyck !!
Scar is feeling under the weather and his redstone handyman takes matters into his own hands <3
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It’s just Scar’s luck, getting sick right when all his most exciting ideas start forming in his mind. He doesn’t want to be in bed, he wants to be productive. Most of the resources for his next big thing have already been gathered — all he has left to do is build it. He had been so ready.
He denies it, at first. When he wakes up with a sore throat, he convinces himself it’s just a fluke. When his nose goes on strike against breathing, he puts it down to allergies. When he wakes up shivering and sweating, he pretends it’s just because of nightmares he doesn’t remember.
It gets a little harder to lie to himself when he passes out in a flower bed in the middle of Scarland.
He regains consciousness soon after, but somehow he feels a million times worse. His entire body aches, his mouth is dry, and his head is throbbing. A low whine escapes him as he lies there, finally forced to accept the terrible reality of things. 
He’s sick. He’s sick and lying flat on his face on a bed of flowers, trying to wade through the fog in his head enough to think about what he should do next. ‘Stand up’ is probably the correct answer to that query, but he finds that he’s really not sure if he can manage it. His skin feels hot and cold at the same time. His thoughts feel sluggish and slow. In his mind, his bed is thousands of miles away through a gauntlet of rough terrain. The two minutes it would take to walk there sound impossible. 
He finds the will to roll over onto his back, and he squints blearily at the sky. Cloudy. He hopes it doesn’t rain, that would really make this whole situation look more pathetic than it already does. 
Scar lies there for a few long minutes, breathing through shaky lungs and occasionally shivering violently against the ground. All things considered, it could be worse. He could’ve passed out on the trolley tracks.
He is almost asleep again by the time Impulse finds him, apparently in the park to attend to redstone issues. His shadow falls across Scar’s face, and he opens eyes he hadn’t been aware of closing, making a soft noise of pain as his head throbs in complaint. He’s so tired, all of the sudden. 
“Scar?” Impulse sounds like he’s waffling between concern and amusement, standing there in his employee uniform with an uncertain smile on his face. “I know it’s called a flower bed, buddy, but it’s not for sleeping.”
It takes Scar a few long seconds to process that statement, and then he laughs weakly. He tries to smile, but it feels more like a grimace. 
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Scar says, and inwardly winces at how hoarse and broken his voice sounds. He clears his throat, but it doesn’t help much. “I think I might be just— just a little bit sick.”
“Did you pass out?” Impulse looks fully worried now, kneeling down at his side and visibly scanning him for injuries. 
“Only a little bit,” Scar answers, and he giggles, feeling a bit delirious. “It’s actually kind of comfortable, you know. You should try it sometime.”
The dwarf frowns at him, a concerned pinch at the corner of his eyes as he reaches out. Scar goes crosseyed as he follows the other’s hand until it comes to a rest on his forehead. He feels a spark of concern.
“Your hands are really cold,” Scar says, brow furrowed. “Do you need gloves? I can make gloves.”
“No, Scar, you’re burning up,” Impulse says, withdrawing his hand slowly. “How long have you been feeling bad?”
“I dunno.” Scar shrugs, and feels the flowers beneath him shift with the motion. His eyelids droop. “I wasn’t really…paying attention.”
Impulse sighs, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in helpless amusement. Scar yawns, and starts drifting. The flowers really aren’t all that uncomfortable. Impulse makes a muffled noise of urgency, tapping him on the arm to keep him awake. Scar whines in protest, forcing his eyes open again. 
“Why’re you…being mean?” Scar asks, glaring. He’s not sure how effective it is, given the state of him. 
“You can’t sleep here, Scar. Mobs will get you,” Impulse says, and then he huffs, stubborn determination sparking in his eyes. “Come on, I’m taking you to bed.”
“Woah, Impulse,” Scar says, teasing. “Take a guy to dinner first.”
Impulse just rolls his eyes and snorts, reaching down. He takes him gently by the shoulders and helps Scar sit up, pausing to let him cough when the abrupt change of position aggravates his lungs. Scar tips over to rest his burning head on Impulse’s shoulder, taking a moment to breathe. He’s so tired. 
“Is it okay if I carry you?” Impulse asks, rubbing comforting circles on his back. 
Scar nods. “Please.”
Impulse hauls him easily off the ground with all the strength that hours of mining and building gets you, and Scar feels a little bit dizzy for a few seconds, closing his eyes tightly and tucking his face against Impulse’s shoulder. He feels like his head is stuffed with cotton. 
Impulse carries him with an arm beneath his knees and one against his back, steady and sure enough that it doesn’t even cross Scar’s mind to worry he’ll be dropped. It’s like getting a hug while on the move, and Scar sighs, closing his eyes and letting himself relax. It’s nice. 
He must doze off, because the next thing he becomes aware of is being set down in his own bed. Scar clutches at Impulse’s shirt, disoriented and a little bit panicked. He doesn’t want to be alone. He’s suddenly terrified that Impulse will leave. 
“Wait,” Scar says, voice breaking against his aching vocal chords. He blinks watery eyes up at the blurry form of his friend. “Stay?”
Impulse’s face softens, clear fondness and care shining in his eyes, and he brushes Scar’s hair back from his sweaty face. 
“Okay,” he says, quiet and calm. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Satisfied with that, Scar releases his death grip on Impulse’s shirt with a breath of relief. The mattress creaks as Impulse takes his weight off of it, and Scar blinks sluggishly as he watches the dwarf pull up a chair. Content, he falls asleep before he even sees him sit down. 
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When Scar wakes up in the morning, the first thing he’s aware of is the sound of voices. Two of them. He opens his eyes with a quiet groan, swallowing against the dryness of his mouth and sniffling against the blockage of his nose. His head still hurts, but it’s more of a dull ache, now. He’s covered in sweat, and he frowns at the ceiling. Then he remembers the voices, and cranes his head to look for them. 
Impulse’s chair is empty, but he’s standing right behind it, talking with Gem. Her curly red hair is pulled back in a braid, and Scar feels a bit of envy. His own hair is laying loose around him, tangled with sleep. 
Gem is holding a bowl of soup, steam gently rising from it. Scar doesn’t really feel hungry, but he does feel chilled. Maybe soup would warm him up. 
“Is that for me?” Scar asks, and then frowns at how thin his voice sounds. He coughs pointedly, trying to clear the disgusting film from his throat. 
“Scar!” Gem exclaims, shoving past Impulse in her haste to get to the bed. Her eyes are sparkling with joy that he’s awake, and Scar manages a small smile. “Yes, it’s for you! Impulse said you were sick, and I thought— Well, we are the soup group, I thought some soup might help you feel better.”
“I think it might,” Scar says, fondness warming his chest. “I dunno if I’ll be able to finish it, but it looks too tasty to go to waste.”
Gem giggles, eyes softening, and then her gaze catches on his hair. “Hey, where’s your brush?” she asks, tilting her head with a grin. “We’ve gotta get that out of your face.”
He tells her where his brush might be, and his fellow elf rushes off to find it, leaving the soup on his bedside table. Impulse helps him sit up and gets him some water, watching like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t choke on it, and then Scar makes grabby hands at the soup. Impulse laughs softly, but hands it to him, making sure it’s got a stable home in his lap before pulling away. 
Gem comes back a minute later with a brush and several hair ties in her hands, a determined look on her face, and she sets to fixing Scar’s hair while he eats the soup. She brushes it back from his face and then braids it into several intricate braids, all culminating into one big one. It makes him feel better than he was expecting, the stress of having it tangled lifted from his mind. Now he won’t have to worry about it for a while. 
Scar reaches back and runs his fingers over it lightly, then cranes his head to smile at Gem over his shoulder. “Thank you.” 
Gem smiles back, easy and soft.
She leaves a little while later, making him promise to let her know if he needs anything, and Scar lays back down, exhausted again. He huffs in frustration at his heavy eyelids, and Impulse chuckles off to the side. 
“You can sleep, Scar. You need it,” Impulse says, and then, just like last time: “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
And he is. He’s there with water when Scar wakes up coughing. He’s there with a cool rag when his fever spikes. He’s there with gentle reassurances as Scar deliriously begs him not to leave. 
And when Scar’s fever finally breaks two days later, he’s still there, a steady and sure presence through it all. 
“You deserve a raise,” Scar says, eating soup like a starving man, his appetite finally returned. “Whatever I’m paying you, I’ll double it.”
Impulse laughs and shakes his head, fiddling with the little redstone component he’s been working on. 
“We’re friends, Scar,” Impulse says, smiling at him. “It’s on the house.”
“…Are you sure you don’t want a tip?” 
“Only if it’s a VIP ticket to Scarland when it opens.”
Scar scowls. “I was already going to do that!”
Impulse laughs. “I really don’t need anything!” he insists, and his laugh softens into a smile. “I wanted to.” 
“Oh,” Scar says dumbly, a new burst of warmth and happiness making a home in his chest. He really does have the best friends. “Okay.”
When the sun rises the next day, Scar finally feels able to walk again, and Impulse helps him fix the flattened flowers near the entrance. When all is said and done, they look even better than they did before.
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