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textmel8r · 21 days

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[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity

୨୧˚ an; guys… i don’t know what took over me when i wrote this one….im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually don’t act surprised 🙄🙄🙄

come over and show me then

The last message Toji had sent you. He was bold, heart racing just the slightest bit when he thumbed that frightening, little arrow icon to send a text that would most likely change his whole relationship chemistry with you. You, the kind hearted woman who graced him with your undying benevolence and wealth.

You, the woman Toji called mommy not even twelve hours ago during an idiotic, drunken stupor.

You, the woman who graced his bed, peering up to him with the softest gaze Toji’d ever been observed with. It was an odd sight–you splayed on his mattress. Dawning a lavish top; silken, Toji absentmindedly recognizes the fabric ( then proceeds to grimace at the fact that he can actually discern between different breeds of fabric. Your lifestyle was rubbing off on him ) and thinks you look out of place. An expensive jewel among the dank cave of his shoddy bedroom.

Toji crawls in after you, winding up your side, clinging akin to a baby koala bear. Still, he doesn’t speak, preferring to let the sounds of sheets sliding against each other fill the gaps of silence. You take his hulking body in those loving arms and break the quiet. “I’m not buying you for the night.” You cradle his cheek; you make him look up to you and Toji nods under your hand. “You know that, right?”

He nods again. “Sure,” and for once, it comes out without a modicum of sarcasm. Because Toji believes it when you tell him that you’re not looking to gain access to his body through flimsy transactions. Your sincerity is displayed through the months of torturous anticipation. Months of him on the cusp of begging–and Toji Fushiguro has never begged for anything in his goddamned miserable life. Your sincerity is displayed through the gingerness in which you hold his face. Because how could someone with such gentle hands ever tell a lie? And your sincerity is displayed through your words. You tell Toji things that nobody has ever told him before. Nice things, reassuring things despite his insistence on being an asshole to you.

Toji pushes his torso to be propped up on an elbow before he leans in. It’s not a tame first kiss by any means; Toji is mammalian in the way his teeth gnash yours and his tongue laves your cupid’s bow. “Slow,” you whisper in the short absence of his lips. “Slowly.” A command that he feels inclined to follow like some kept mutt, swapping out the animalistic pace with a more refined, controlled tempo. Your face was swallowed by two massive hands; they clamped on either side of your jaw, calloused and dry and forcefully pulling you closer. “Just like that, Toji.”

The way you say his name… Fuck. Toji grunts, swinging a heavy thigh over your own to situate between your legs. “I’ve never,” there's a pause when he leans in to suck the tip of your tongue, “been so desperate to be inside a woman.” His thick tongue worms back into your mouth, pushing smoky saliva down your throat. You were writhing; your hand slides over his, the one still tending to your cheek, and you guide it lower. He let you drag his hand down the smooth slope of your neck, over the hill of your delicate chest, across the plain of your soft tummy to meet the waistband of your designer pants.

Your head tilts, something devious glinting in the colored rings of your eyes that have Toji so enchanted. He plucks at the brass button of your pants, nudging the point of his nose to the high of your cheekbone. Breathing in the luxury branded perfume that overpowered the cigarette stench still lingering in his room from his morning smoke; evidenced by the stub crumbled in the glass tray on his wobbly nightstand. “What about the girl…Girl from last night?”

Toji smiles at the breathy question. “What girl?” He hums cheekily against your mouth, letting his tongue slip back through the seam of your delicious lips. You slap his face rather playful, but his breath hitches all the same.

“Dick.”

At last, he pops the button. The acrylic of your nails sink into the meat of his forearm, legs widening, ass shifting; all of the signs that Toji hyperfixated on. The way you tell him to keep going without so much as saying a word has him hotter than anytime another woman has begged for his touch in bed. Toji kisses you as he dips beneath the ajar slacks, then those sheer panties, slipping down to where you needed him most. You’re wet, he notes to himself. Wet, squelching and red hot when his thick middle finger sandwiches itself between the labia.

Both pairs of legs tangled together amidst the desperation. While Toji touches you, you’re hiking your leg up–the one snuggled between two of the man’s built thighs. It presses to his clothed crotch, and you reach around grab a handful of his ass. “Hump it,” you dictate, using his ass cheek as leverage to pull his hips down against your awaiting thigh. Toji jolts; never had his ass been grabbed like that, but he thinks he likes it.

So he grinds. His groin crashes against your leg with rough enthusiasm, so rough that it should be a threat to your poor femur bone. But he doesn’t let up. Toji’s arm tenses and shakes with exertion as he fingers you, forearm burning from the intensity at which he moves. But he doesn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck.”

What is he, some kind of dog? Chasing his high against a leg, licking your neck, barking obscenities into existence. Had you been anyone else, Toji would have had them bent at the waist over his bed, forcing their face into his lonesome pillow and taking what he needed. But you had this certain authority–you’d always had–as if you owned him. Not that you would ever admit that, nor did you believe it, but Toji did. You pay for his living quarters, his meals, his clothes, his car, hell, his time. The leash was cuffed at his throat, leather digging into his flesh, and he fucking loved it. Toji would wait for your instructions like a well behaved puppy.

“Take my pants off,” you utter, and it’s only then does Toji realize that the both of you hadn’t bothered shedding any layers, taking favor in rutting clothed bodies together like a couple of immature teens. His hips pause their humping, and his tongue finds one long, last lick to your jugular before pulling back.

Two thumbs hook beneath both layers of material at your hips. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he mutters offhandedly, dragging your pants down.

You’re bare. His mouth waters at the sight of glistening moisture between your legs, encapsulated by a dusting of hair. Toji stares, nestled on his knees, straddling your thigh. He just stares.

“I told you my reasons,” you say.

He doesn’t respond to that. “I want to fuck you.”

Your chest rises. Are you arching for him? “Ask me.” When he cocks a confused brow, you lightly elaborate. “Show me some of that respect I taught you and ask me nicely.”

The sole of your foot caresses his pec over the black tee shirt he sports, a gentle notion that he is allowed to take his time. Toji doesn’t need time though; he’s got your twisted little request all figured out. It’s funny, he shouldn’t have expected any less. To him, respect didn’t exist in the bedroom, but Toji would make an exception. “Will you let me fuck you tonight?” You’re not letting him get off that easy, your pointed eyes say it all. So, in an uncharacteristically piteous voice, the man adds “please, ma’am” and strokes your calf for good measure.

That does it.

Your legs spread, arms racing up to coil around the thick post of his neck. He lets you pull him down, lets you kiss him tenderly, lets your tongue curl behind his teeth. Toji groans, reaching a sticky hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants around his ass. “You have no–” kiss “idea what you–” kiss “you do to me–” kiss, kiss “when you call me that.”

His length drags over your core, hot and heavy and thick and raw. He doesn’t move to grab a condom knowing damn well there’s a box that sits in his nightstand to the left of them. A box that has been forgotten, left untouched in the waking months of his realization that he doesn’t want to fuck other people. Why would he? When you take such good fucking care of him, what’s the point in sleeping around anymore?

“Be grateful,” Toji husks, rubbing up against the warmth beneath him. “‘M never this nice in bed.”

“I’m not, either.”

He throbs at that. A small hand snakes behind his head, weaving into the raven shag of his hair, and tugs. “I really never meant for this to happen.” Toji narrows those steely eyes at you. “To end up in your bed, I mean. I thought I had more resolve than this.”

Too bad money can’t buy resolve, he thinks inwardly. Hand still between bodies, Toji jerks himself slowly, soaking his tip in your entrance. His gaze is glued to your face, flitting amidst all the gorgeous features it had to offer. “I knew I’d get you here eventually,” he speaks with a lilt of confidence, prodding the point of his nose to yours. And then he pushes inside without warning. You’re gooey; a hot, wet heat encasing his body from head to toe. He feels you shudder, feels nails in his nape. He feels your sticky breaths on his cheek, feels your pillowy thighs squish against his hip bones. Toji serves you the entire length in one slow thrust, holding himself inside. “Fuck.”

“Slow,” you warn once more in a broken voice. His hair was grabbed again, you used it as a makeshift handlebar to yank Toji’s head down. His handsome face plummeted into the divot between your breasts, still gift wrapped in that undoubtedly overpriced shirt. His nose pressed to your sternum, taking deep inhales.

Slow.

Slow sex was unfamiliar territory to Toji, one among the list of foreign concepts you had introduced to him during your time together. Fucking was animalistic practice between two people, fast-paced and greedy and surprisingly lonely. Toji fucked with the intention of climaxing; intimacy is irrelevant. Was irrelevant.

Toji slips a hand beneath your back, locking a grip on the underside of your shoulder to weld your chest to his face. Slow, timely thrusts met your cunt, watery squelches filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

Your hands wander. Crawling down the base of his spine, breezing over his tail bone, clutching his bare ass. Guiding him in a way, and he doesn’t entirely mind. “My boy,” you moan in the throes of pleasure, a free hand blindly feeling for the back of his sweaty neck. Fingers stroke the precious skin there, sensitive flesh that nobody has ever paid attention to, not even himself. Toji trembles.

“Take it,” he whispers back, as if he still had any semblance of control. But you let him, and he thinks you’re too fucking nice for sparing his pride like that. “Take it, goddamn it.”

“Yes, my sweet boy.”

Idiotic. He is no longer a boy, nor does he even slightly compare to anything sweet. God, if you knew him. If you knew what he did for work… How many people he’s gutted and bled like livestock for quick cash… You would leave. He knows this to be a fact of life, you’re simply too moralistic and caring and selfless to keep in contact with a monster like him.

“Let mommy take care of you.”

Oh Jesus Christ, he’s done for. You wax praises so sincere that Toji starts to let himself believe he’s good. He pretends he’s worthy of being here with you right now in this bed, with your lithe fingers petting his damp hair and your breasts against his cheek, and fucks you harder. The toes of two socked feet bury into the mattress.

You successfully conquered his flimsy pride. “Mom… my…,” Toji breathes out, stifling down the impending whine caught at the back of his esophagus. He bucks deep inside, pubic bone to pubic bone, and grabs a handful of tit. So fucking soft even under this stupid shirt.

The sex plays out this way until the very end. A gentle tango that reminds Toji he hadn’t actually fucked in missionary position for some time. But at last, you came around him. “Toji, baby I’m here.” As if you were charged with electricity, you twitched and jumped beneath him. Toji fucked you through it, grinding his hips in a trajectory that caught your clit with his pubic hair. The friction was passionate, and you came with your jaw unhinged on a silent yelp.

“Give it to me,” he rasped, tongue lolling out to lick at your cleavage through your shirt. Drool rolled down the palate, collecting into a small puddle and dampening the fabric. A messy puppy, drooling all over you like that. Toji fucked harder, much too hard to be considered ‘slow’ anymore, but you didn’t stop him.

“Come on.” A hand dips beneath the collar of Toji’s tight shirt, scratching the ever loving fuck out of his upper back. “Cum baby boy.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck.” The thrusts halt abruptly; Toji rams himself deep inside and holds onto you for dear life. There’s a brief pause before he empties himself into the deepest depths of your pussy, twitching as he does so. You coo, talking him through it with an inoffensive hand raking his bangs back. They stick, his sweat acting like a sort of natural gel, and Toji’s forehead is on display. You drag him up and press your lips to it—he flushes and drops back onto you, hiding in your neck.

Toji gasps on his come down, gulping in air through his nose. He’s weak and it’s strange. Despite the stupid amount of strength trapped within that Herculean body, Toji cannot find it in him to hover anymore. His entire weight drops onto your much tinier frame, but he hears no objections so he keeps himself there.

“Worth the buildup?” You ask at last, rubbing soothing circles into the plates of his shoulder blades. Your voice is a little strained, no doubt the effects of a two-hundred-and-something-pound man crushing your lungs, but Toji likes the funny grate of it in his ears.

“You already know the answer.” It’s written in the way your cum mixes together and wets the crease of his inner thighs. He’s not exactly going to say that was the most intimate and passionate sex i’ve ever had, but he’ll show you how much it meant to him by letting you cradle him to your chest.

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xencri · 2 years

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shirecorn · 5 months

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Your reindeer designs give me such childish joy I can't wait to see the rest. What's your process (aka any advice) for designing from scratch with something like just a name or concept?

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You can see my process unfold in real time by joining any tier of my patreon discord. Which doesn't even have to go through patreon! If you want, you can just pay me $20 and let you in for a year (and then lose track and probably keep you anyway)

Here's a preview using comet! (nevermind the preview thing I wrote you a whole lecture lol)

initial sketches in 2021:

Revisited in 2022 and 2023

I was constantly asking which design was the weakest, why, and how to fix it. Whenever I tested without the magical comet behind it, people could only guess who comet was by process of elimination.

I didn't want to rely on throwing icons into the design. I wanted each one to communicate through shape and silhouette alone. It would be like drawing a little cherub with a bow and arrow floating along with cupid. If you have to include a nametag to communicate, your design can be improved.

So I tried a few different strategies to say "comet" before I realized I could twist the antlers into any shape I wanted. I was worried I would have to discard the drawing and restart from scratch! Which is what I did for rudolph about 6 times before I had a breakthrough.

Then I gave my patrons a brief lesson in antlers to explain where and why I was placing the tines. When I stray from the caribou structure, I do so knowingly in order to achieve something that cannot be achieved within the caribou shape, like dancer's tutu. Know the rules before you break them. My goal is to make animal nerds (myself chief among them) happy when they see species-specific anatomy instead of cop outs.

I tried a few things before figuring out antlers could become comet

Another thing that often caribou have is an unsymmetrical "spork" that comes forward off only one antler. I figured this out by looking at hundreds of reindeer pictures and saving them to my reference folder. A few of my designs have this, that's what the little spiral is in the final comet antler design.

When I put comet in my lineup, I realized that the antlers I drew were way more stylized, chunky, and "tribal" than the others. I had already changed the proportions on one of my designs to match, so then I had to hack away at the basic comet rack to make it look natural.

I already knew that comet's colors would be easy because a basic reindeer already Has the big comet on the shoulder. But here's a peak at all the reindeer images I posted for my patrons to look at.

As you can see below, I chose reindeer markings for all my designs instead of other deer or animals. Even vixen is tied to actually possible reindeer patterns rather than copy-pasting a fox. Almost all of my designs have light-colored anklets on dark colored legs, which is very common with caribou of any color. This is the sort of thing no one tells you; you have to observe it yourself.

Ft cupid's early design! I was continually testing out my reindeer silhouettes and colors on new people, taking their feedback, and fixing what wasn't clicking.

I know I could have made vixen sexy and curvy to play into a recognizable trope, but I really wanted them to be scary and fox-like. Sometimes you gotta do what you want and not what you think will appeal to audiences. Reindeer Days is a purposeful exercise in audience resonance. Most of my art is 100% me and what I feel like doing with no regards to anyone else. So it was a fun challenge!

My patrons also got to see me making fun of corporate designs for recognizably/cliches at the expense of literally anything good

One of these is going to get a lot more "that must be vixen!" results from people who aren't constantly thinking about animal colors, markings, hunting strategies, and teeth.

And one rocks.

Vixen changed the least from the initial 2021 concept!

A Vixen is a female fox. In english slang, it means a cunning, fierce human woman, and sometimes sexually attractive or promiscuous. Quite often an insult to someone because she won't date you!

But to me, a vixen is an animal. A predator.

When designing to reference something, I like to hit it at multiple angles, referencing obscure trivia about something to delight and educate. This is done by researching a topic deeply, far below surface level and beyond what you think you need to make your design. Or in my case its just knowing a bunch of animal trivia already.

After researching/dredging your knowledge, sit there and Think. Don't draw anything. Come up with several ideas and then throw them all in at once for the ultimate trivia design.

Trivia about red foxes:

They have Long bushy tails

They have teeth that include large sharp canines, flat incisors, triangular premolars, and chunky molars with points on them that slide scissor-like with the molars above to cut meat via chewing

They hunt rodents in burrows under the snow by jumping into the air, arcing, and slamming down with their face through the snow

They are orange

They have a dark vertical stripe on their snout

They have black legs, with the backs and bottoms being orange

Translated into the design:

Pose based on a fox jumping, about to land in the snow

Antlers twisted to resemble teeth

Long (for a reindeer) bushy tail

black mark on snout

Some adjustment to the pose to be at the top of the arc and flow better.

Tinkering with the design to make it recognizable but not 100% copypasta fox

I was finally happy with a design that absolutely showed "fox" while still being creative and plausibly caribou shaped. This would absolutely communicate who it is! I thought!

The most obvious one of the bunch! After all, everyone knows what a vixen is!

Nope! No they do not

Want to be part of the design process, help me with WIPs months before everyone else, see exclusive doodles every day, and join a funky little community?

(you also get to see photos of my dog)

Connect your discord to your patreon and join any tier to automatically get added to the server. Not a fan of patreon or monthly subscriptions? message me here, on ko-fi, or via email (shirecorn.art@ gmail.com) and ask if you can pay $20 to get put in the server for at least a year and longer if we work it out later!

This was supposed to be a preview to get you to pay me but instead I wrote an entire lecture for free because I can't help myself.

Want to thank me for the free info? Tag me when you use what you learned! Comment and give feedback! If I could pay rent with attention I would never need anything else in life.

You can also thank me by tipping my ko-fi! I use it to buy pens since I die if I have caffeine. But could you imagine??

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rick-ety · 4 days

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Here’s the first batch of drawings I have done!

@robygoonn I love him so much you have no idea omg…. He’s a pathetic wet cat in the best way possible and needs SO much more love I swear. One of my favorite interpretations of the narrator I might even say

@bugenthusiast0 (from discord) I’ve already drawn this guy quite a few times FOR GOOD REASON I might be in love. I love love love him so much please tell him to not eat me 🥺🙏 /silly i do NOT taste good we should cuddle instead

@an-theduckin these guys were actually so much fun to draw and idk why,, I love how tired Stanley looks btw hehej z

@unorchido your narrator is so unique and silly I LOVE how stylized he is!! The arrows were really fun to draw, I had a really good time making this guy <3

@genericusername422 (from discord!) I actually tried drawing him a while back but I totally forgot to finish it,, agh. His HAIRR and I love his robotic markings those are SO cool. Anyways throws him at a wall really hard

@employee052 YOU KNOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM. VIRGIL MY BABY (old man)…. I’ve definitely been familiar with this guy for a long while, I’m really surprised I didn’t draw him sooner but honestly it was a good thing since I can really do him justice now… though I may need to draw him again in the future..

@machathecat another really pretty design! I love seeing more animal like designs in characters. I just think his horns are really neat……… 🥰

@dirtylittlemuffin THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. AAGH I love your Stanley and the little arrow goatee it actually drives me crazy bro.. and this narrator design is really neat to me <3 I love them

@sketchygoober MY BABYYY I’ve always loved your narrators, they’re so iconic to me.. drawing your characters is always so fun and I LOVE drawing wings!!! Ahhfjriehwkakdkf he is so pretty..

@bookshopsandtea last not DEFINITELY not least! Your coloring is so soft with them and it’s so so so soooo <€{£{£\¥\ ♥️♥️♥️ interpreting your characters into my style was definitely really cool!

and that’s it for now, but there’s still a lot more to go so don’t worry we’re not done yet ahah. Drawing everyone’s different face shapes and nose shapes and body types and hair styles is really helping my art skills <3 so thank you for the submissions!

#tsp #rickety’s art #tspud #the stanley parable #narrator tsp #tsp narrator #stanley tsp #tsp stanley

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poolsofsunlight · 1 year

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O4. 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

this template is based on a mix of tarot card designs and trading cards. there is no particular inspiration from it, however, here are the credits for the elements used. icon credits, crow arrow thief mark, border credit.

(no particular instructions. there are many folders in the second card, if you need any help, feel free to send an ask). link in the source; kindly give credits if/when you use it.

fonts used: nunito, playfair display, cocogoose

#photoshop template #roleplay resources #template #psd template #muse template #rp template #character template #discord rp #discord roleplay #literate rp #roleplay #trading card template #tarot #deviantart

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javitrulovesims · 3 months

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Cupid's Kisses

A Valentine's Day treat for my incredible followers 💝

"What is one of Barbara Millicent Robert's very favorite winter holidays? Valentine's Day! Struck by Cupid's arrow, our festive hostess is ready to celebrate with the best traditional gifts. A heart-shaped box of "chocolates" sweetens up any party; a bottle of "perfume" lends an air of sophistication; and an adorable greeting card shares the love. She conmemorates February 14th wearing a lovely ensemble, sure to win hearts. Her dress features a red bodice and white short sleeves. The full white skirt is flocked with a design of flying cupids, hearts, and bows. Romantic accesories include golden heart necklace, golden earrings, pretty white lace gloves, and a red bow accenting her raven ponytail."

PS: Box of chocolates, Perfume and greeting card not included

This Stunning set is inspired by the 2014 "Cupid's Kisses" - Holiday Hostess Collection Barbie designed by Bill Greening. Can you believe that there only 5000 pieces of this stunning doll WORLDWIDE?

The set consists on 5 pieces, a Dress, a pair of lace gloves, a pair of golden earrings, a golden heart locket necklace and a hair bow (with a hat slider that way we can adjust it to any hair) all of them on my "Iconic 50's" Palette. PS: I also made a De-laced version of the dress at last minute, i feel that some of your ladies will rather have a more basic look for those non-valentines day dates.

Get your Valentine's Treat 💝-> HERE <- (Patreon) Free Release

#TS4 #The Sims 4 #TS4CC #S4CC #TS4MM #Maxis Match CC #1950's #1960's #JaviTruloveSims CC

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samwise1548 · 10 months

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Featuring a rarely drawn s3 Jon design

[ID: a drawing set in a bathroom. The format of the drawing is meant to emulate the layout of a TikTok. In the mirror above the sink is the reflection of Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives. He’s a brown skinned man with greying hair of medium length, glowing green eyes, a mustache and some stubble, pockmarked scars, as well as a scarred slit across his throat. He’s wearing a light blue NYC hoodie. He’s only visible above the hips in the mirror. Jon has a serious face on. One hand is holding a black phone to the mirror, and the other is raised above his head mid-dance. Pink text above him reads “Doing the caramelldansen dance every say at work until I’m fired” with the word “say” being a typo for day. Near the center, a pink text box says “Day 568.” On the right of the drawing is a row of icons. In order from top to bottom: a circular profile picture close up of a cats eye, a red heart, a speech bubble, and an arrow pointing right to send. The bottom left text reads “sims [dot] jarchivist” with an asperand symbol before it. Below that there is a hashtag followed by “caramelldansen” \End ID]

Version without the text under cut

[ID: The same drawing as above but the texts and icons on the right have been taken out. \End ID]

#inspired by this screenshot I found in my camera roll from when I still had tt #he’s just a silly goose #is Elias watching him do this every day? who knows #cop the two distinctly colored toothbrushes in the cup. my favorite little Easter egg :3 #tma shitpost #tma #the magnus archives #I forgor his hand scar but we move #Jonathan sims #my art

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choruscuro · 8 months

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they are the chaos candy crushers

exploit -> cleansing -> harming arrows -> 'we call this form of pvp, candy crushing'

couldn't find a good angle for their preparation phase and also wanted to draw the cookie run designs (yes cookie run because emulating candy crush style is harder and also less iconic i think)

so split my efforts again

hope you guys liked this

#lifestealtober #lifesteal #lifesteal fanart #lifestealtober2023 #lifesteal smp #rekrap #rekrap2 #rekrap fanart #rekrap2 fanart #branzycraft #branzy fanart #clownpierce #clownpierce fanart #parrot #parrot fanart #parrotx2 #parrotx2 fanart #ashswag #ashswag fanart

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shygirl4991 · 4 months

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Coffee Prince and The Frog Chapter 1 Dreams and Voodoo

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa Art used on this chapter by Alianarepasa

Last Chapter Next Chapter Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on a journey that will change their lives forever.

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

SMG3 sneaks into the mansion drain from a long day of work, the fangirls didn't make his way home any easier with them waiting for the royals to come out. He slips into his room, locking the door and pulling out the floorboards where he had a safe hiding. He enters the password, opening it and tossing his tips in it. Standing up he stretches before fixing his messy ponytail, staring at his reflection he lets out a soft chuckle “Almost time Three,” he takes out his drawing of his dream cafe and places it next to a photo of him and his mother.

He lets out a sigh “Just you watch mom, i will find my path just like you wanted and i won't let nothing stop me.” he was exhausted, he knew working a job would be draining but with the place he works at he wasn't sure if the labor was draining him or the people that came in. He throws himself on the bed to drain to change his clothes, he slowly starts to drift to sleep. In his dream he saw a woman giggling as she hugged him “Hey there my lil Tadpole, ready for today's adventure?” he nods as the woman lets out a smirk and points at the door “Good! Remember no obstacle can stop you, if you have a goal in mind fight for it. Now let's go and save your brother from your father, the man just doesnt get poor Mario’s humor.”

Three wakes up letting out a groan, he looks at the time as he sits up “Another dream about mom…” it was morning already meaning he needed to get ready for another shift. He showers and gets dressed in a fresh pair of overalls, he then puts on his purple coat. He kisses Eggdog and leaves his hat behind after all he didn't want anything to happen to it when working, not to mention it would out him for being part of an important family given it has his logo on it. As he grew older he learned how to sew and using this knowledge he would fix and edit his hat with different logos till he found the one. It wouldn't be him without his iconic skull but in addition to the skull he decided to put the design his baby basket had, it was an up arrow. He wasn't sure what it meant to his biological parents,he just had something inside of him tell him it was important and fused the two together.

He hums as he sneaks out of the house with the pack lunch Luigi made him, it was a pain for Three to always sneak in and out of the house thanks to his father he had no other choice. The moment he hit twenty his father became obsessed with keeping Three more at the mansion, of course his father knew he could try his hardest but it wont stop him from finding a way out of the house. Now if his father found out he was working a normal job, he was pretty sure the man would drop dead and Mario would be in charge of the family. He sighs “Having that fatass brother of mine run the house would be the end for sure,” he mumbles to himself as he heads off to work.

He hums, taking out his journal and writing down his notes. He was lost in writing his thoughts; he didn't notice he was catching the attention of men and women around him. A girl slowly approaches him only to be pushed away by a tall male with a flower, before he can make his move Three slams his journal shut and speed walks to his workplace.

He speeds past a table catching the attention of the owner of the small stand, the man with a TV for a head turns staring at Three walking away. The screen flickers showing a huge smile “Red eyes…how familiar,” before the man could think more, his eyes catch Bootleg in his car driving by. The screen on the man's head flickers showing an angered face “HIM,” the whispers from the nearby televisions remind him all too well of what he has to do.

As Bootleg keeps driving he passes by a crowd of people screaming in excitement as Prince SMG4 gets off the boat. He removes his royal outfit to show off his casual wear, fixing his vest he walks past his fans giving out autographs. Depresso follows, struggling to carry the luggage that Four brought with him, he trips and falls causing Four to giggle as he helps him up. Depresso glares at the group of women trying to impress the young prince, if only they knew the truth about the prince after all his one true love is memes. The clown butler swears the only thing in the prince's mind is memes, he watches as the Prince winks at the women and shows them his videos on his phone.

“Need i remind you that you're here to find a wife not to share your videos,” he said flatly at the man. SMG4 pouts giving his best puppy eyes at Depresso “Come on you know i don't care about marriage, i want to be free and make memes can't i share some for now?”

“No,” with that the clown picks up the luggage and starts walking. Four sighs walking alongside him occasionally waving and giving a charming smile at the women around them. He leans closer to Depresso “Come on Depresso, i know what my parents said in their will and testament but do i have to get married. All i need is my laptop and memes, adding another person just complicates things.”

Four frowns at the fact Depresso kept walking ignoring his complaints, they pass by a restaurant where his eyes get glued to a man standing outside of it. He freezes staring at the waiter. Three turns and his eyes meet with four, the prince walks up to him “Want to see my memes?” Three rolled his eyes and walked into his workplace making Four chuckle “What a strange person.”

“Four get a move on!” Depresso was getting sick of how the prince has been acting since he arrived.

As Four runs up to Depresso he misses someone watching them from around the corner, the TV man chuckles as he watches Four and Depresso walk away from the restaurant. He was thankful he followed the pair, that moment Mario and Luigi arrived at the restaurant in their overalls trying to hide their status. Seeing the hats on their heads was enough for the Man to know who those twins were supposed to be, an idea grew as he slipped away chasing the prince and his butler.

SMG3 was pouring coffee then serving a meal to different tables, Meggy smiles at Three “You're always working so hard, you should join us for a paintball fight come on it's been forever!” Three sighs as he picks up dirty plates from an empty table “Meggy you know I can't do that, I need to save for my cafe and it's hard enough working here thanks to my father being a pain in the ass.” She frowns after finishing her pancakes “A little bit of fun didn't hurt anyone Three!”

He ignores her as he walks to the back, Mario and Luigi walk in excited to see their brother. Mario dashes to the counter “GREG GET THREE!!”

Three freezes and turns hearing his brother screaming, he turns to Greg as the man giggles and points to the door. With a nod he leaves his tray and walks out to his brothers, he never did understand how his co worker Greg earned the title of most talkative he never heard the man speak once. He walks up to his brothers and gets pulled into a hug by Luigi “AHH Bro guess what's happening?” he blushes trying to wiggle out of the hug as he thinks over what could have his brother in such a mood. Mario chuckles seeing the interaction “Mario gave the crown to Luigi!” Three pauses and stands up straight in the hug looking at Luigi “Wait…Lui you're going to be the next Leader of the kingdom?!”

He nods excitedly, hearing the news SMG3 smiles brightly hugging his brother back “Holy shit that's amazing!”

Greg slides a box on the counter catching Marios attention, he opens it to see several plates of spaghetti. He takes out one of the plates and excitedly eats it. “Mario doesn't care about romance, never got those feelings.” The brothers pulled away from the hug then gave Mario a pat on his back supporting his choice. Luigi then started to get nervous, catching Three’s attention, he gave him a look making his brother say “Dad is going to host a grand ball…to announce me as next head of family, he even invited the Prince SMG4!”

Three didn't like where the talk was going, he took a step back waiting for the ball to fall. “Dad says you have to be a part of it and I want you with us bro its a big moment for me please?” He takes his hand and gives him puppy eyes. He could feel his power to fight leave him the longer he stared, with a sigh he nodded “Fiiiine, I will wear the stupid royal shit and be there. BUT! I'm not going to talk to that loser SMG4, you can have him.” Luigi smiles brightly “Whahoooo!”

“I also ask you to do something for me, if i have to deal with the royals you have to deal with the poor side of town. I just got the last tip I needed to place bets on my future cafe. You two are coming. I need the backup in case someone tries to start shit again!” Last time he attempted to bet on a location he was robbed of his money and was laughed at, he then ended up getting in a fight and got taken to jail to be held for twenty four hours. How awkward was it for Bootleg to walk to a police station and demand his son to be let out all because he got in a fight for a location, the plus side to that whole fight they didn't lay a hand on him best victory he had in years. With the group in agreement they said their goodbye to Bob and Greg as they head out to battle for the cafe location.

SMG3 bounces around excitedly. “This is happening, I can't wait to slam this money down and take home the prize,” he lets out a chuckle that Mario swears could be mistaken for a villain cackle. SMG3 charges at the door with his brothers running after him “Surprise bitch!” he slams the cash on the counter smirking at Chris. He picks up the cash only for it to be taken by his co-worker Swag who counts the money with hearts in his eyes, with a sigh Chris grabs papers from his desk “Well you made it in time, i will get the paperwork rea-” he gets stopped by his partner. Swag stares at them “CHRIS WAIT HOW DO WE KNOW THAT THIS BUILDING WON'T BE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS?”

Three scoffs “Are you serious right now?” Luigi, seeing the man getting agitated, grabs his arm to make sure he wouldn't go flying for a fight. Chris nods, thinking over what his partner said. Normally his partner would say something idiotic that made him question their friendship for once Swag had a point “To be safe SMG3 we will look into your background.”

Three’s face goes pale “Ah wait! Can i just sign it and you keep an eye on me for a week see i'm just your normal guy?” Chris sighs, shaking his head making SMG3 heart sink, Mario seeing his brother upset walks up to the pair “Hey stinky’s my bro here worked his ass off to get this cafe, getting up everyday to work at a rat infested restaurant give him a break!”

“We have rules for a reason!” Chris was starting to be done with the crew, Swag hearing the story felt touched “LET THEM HAVE IT, I REMEMBER A TIME I WORKED AT A RAT INFESTED RESTAURANT.” his partner blinked “Are you serious?” Being done with the whole talk Chris lets out a long sigh “I will make sure everything is together and we will sign it later.”

SMG3 smiles as he watches the pair leave, he smacks Marios arm being overwhelmed with joy. This is it the cafe will be his and his mother will be proud of the hard work he did, they walk inside the building to see what work would need to be done. He looks around noting where he would place his bombs at, where he would put Eggdog plushies because who wouldn't want cute animal plushies. Mario sits at one of the abandoned tables and starts to smack it “Spaghetti!”

Three sighs walking up to Mario “We won't be making spaghetti Mario it's a cafe not a restaurant.” Before the pair could get into a pasta related fight Luigi squeaks out “Maybe now you can find romance!” SMG3 crosses his arms “Bro i dont have time for romance, i know mom said finding your other half is amazing but im busy for it!” He pulls out the dusty curtains making him cough “That's just gonna have to wait a while.”

Luigi Frowns “How long are we waiting?”

He shrugs “I don't have time for messing around, it's just not my style,” he takes out his drawing smiling as Luigi walks up to him worried “I just want to see you happy.” He sighs stepping away from Luigi as he starts picking up trash “Lui you know this kingdom likes to keep people down making them take the easy way but that's not me cause i know where i'm going and it's to the top baby! After all, I'm getting closer everyday, and I'm almost there.” He gently touches the drawing in his hand, he was determined to see this though he spent years working for this and nothing will get in his way. Luigi looks down worried that his brother was going to work himself to death.

SMG4 was dancing around getting himself ready for the party he had to go to, he wondered if the party was some sort of trap to get him to meet his future wife. He hums to himself trying to relax and not let the fear get to him, coming up with a fun idea he grabs Depresso surprising the clown. SMG4 giggles as he spins Depresso they both end up losing balance falling in a dark alleyway, the prince then hears footsteps causing him to look up. There a man in a fancy suit with a TV for a head stood there, the channels changed until a face appeared with a huge smile. “Gentlemen, do I have a deal for you!” He then politely offers a hand to help the prince up. Once up the man takes out a card and hands it to the prince “I go by many names TV man, Puzzlevision heck even Wiston! So please call me what you wish.”

SMG4 eyes light up looking at the card with fascination “It says here you can make dreams come true!” as Four keeps reading the card the TV man wraps an arm around his shoulder to guide the prince and Depresso who was following to the TV lair.

Once they made it to his lair the TV man bowed. “I'm a man who loves to make sure all dreams come true and I feel I'm in the presence of royalty. What kind of man would I be if I didn't help your dreams come true!”

The TV man opens the door for them. Depresso rolls his eyes “This place looks cheap,” the TV man screen flickers showing an annoyed expression “Don’t you disrespect me, little man!” The screen flickers again, showing the man smiling as he gets close to Depresso “You’re in my world now, not your world and I got friends on the other side.”

They walk in the building to hear whispers in the shadows, SMG4 starts to shake, feeling nervous from the atmosphere of the room. Noticing this the TV man wraps his arms around the young prince “That’s an echo, gentlemen just a little something we have here in the Fiore di Fuoco kingdom, a little parlor trick don't worry!” Four nods doing his best to relax from the strange voices they heard walking in. Depresso just sighs as he takes the Prince's hand following the TV Man to the center of the room. “Sit down at my table and put your minds at ease, If you relax it will enable me to help you reach your dreams!” the screen flickers again showing a series of tarot cards.

SMG4 eyes go wide in amazement seeing the cards before the man went back to the smiling face, he claps turning the light on in the room capturing both of the men's attention “I can read your future,” he chuckles “i could change it round some to, I’ll look deep into your heart and soul!” Staring at the young prince he could see how gullible the man is, living the life of royalty made him sheltered the perfect soul for his friends. He turns to look at Depresso surprised to see his soul was more tightly locked, those were the fun ones to break “You do have a soul don't you Depresso?” The clown butler was surprised by the question and looked nervously side to side.

He takes out tarot cards “Take three boys, lets see what your past, present and future look like!”

SMG4 took three cards and placed them on the table, the picture on the card started to move, surprising the Prince “A sad story for you I see, your parents died in a car accident leaving you all alone. Now you have to get married to rule the kingdom they left behind but good news for you I see green freedom in your future!” he turns to Depresso handing him the cards. Nervous, he picks three cards and places them down. The TV man chuckles as the cards flicker changing the story, Depresso looks up surprised. “Wow you had such a normal life to then get a child thrown at you, don't worry about your future i see you finally reaching your goal!” Depresso’s eyes went wide, nodding at the words he was saying.

The TV man walks up to them and smiles “I can make your dream of freedom, and your dream of reaching your goal real. All you have to do is shake my hand!” the face on the screen smiles as both men take his hand and shake it. He starts to laugh as rope appears tying SMG4 “What?! What's going on?!” The TV man laughs as he opens the curtains showing a black red box, he opens it to take out a necklace “Transformation Central!” He steps away from the box as he gets close to Four who is trying to break free. The TV man grabs Four’s hand and pricks it, the necklace gets filled with his blood.

SMG4's eyes go wide as a green fog covers his body, suddenly the room starts to get bigger as the TV man and Depresso start laughing together. He landed on the floor looking around and noticing something off, his hands were blue and webbed. He screams seeing his body was blue he runs to a cup on the floor to see his reflection “I'm A FROG?!” TV Man walks up to the Prince picking him up and tossing him in a jar. Depresso smirks at him “I have waited years to get rid of you, now the best part is I can be you.” he puts the necklace on, a green fog starts to cover the man. Once it clears SMG4 was staring at himself, depresso laughs as he leaves the room with the TV man leaving him alone in an unknown place stuck in a jar.

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizaluv #smg43 #alianarepasa #coffee prince and the frog #inspired by princess and the frog

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saphssapphire · 6 days

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Day 17- EthosLab!

His branding feels like the lack of branding to me- no thumbnails, no art on his channel, his YouTube channel icon being- that. :wheeze: But it’s all very genuine, living, growing relic of the past sort of feel, and his videos are always a great time!

I tried to adapt the Kakashi pose a little bit for this, making him hold a bow and arrow instead of a dagger, and of course the iconic “snowy fox hybrid, creeper headband, maple leaf sleeve symbol” etho design ensemble is all here. I tried to make the clothes look a bit less Kakashi and more like his skin, which shows in the longer pants and shortened sleeves!

#hermitaday #ethoslab #hermitcraft #saphs art

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quibbs126 · 1 day

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New Carrow sprite

They appear, and Caramel Arrow immediately tries to shoot them

My opinion on Cloud Haetae has somewhat changed based on how the story ended, but I still love them, they’re great and have an iconic design

This was funny too

And this was very cute

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cloud haetae cookie #caramel arrow cookie

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crochetingwiththecat · 1 month

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The Finalized Draft

Alrighty, I finished the main part of the blanket and have ORDERED SOME YARN! I've only ordered the one colour for making the inner book cover part so that'll be sorta boring but a good start on getting the base completed.

The Nobody part will be coming back but I don't know how I want to do that so I'm redesigning the outside part and will hopefully have that designed and added before I finish the book cover.

The icon positions are not locked so that will change. The icon list descriptions below the cut.

Top (left to right):

-Trident for Posideon

-Cyclops eye for Polyphemus

-Wind for Aeolus

-Pig for Circe

Left (top to bottom):

-Bow and Arrow for Odysseus

-Lightning for Zeus

-Lotus flower for lotus eaters

-Skull for the Underworld and Tiresias

-Bloody sword for Odysseus killing all the suitors and for the Trojan war

-Scylla

Right (top to bottom):

-Helios' cow

-Charybdis

-Orchid for Calypso

-Caduceus for Hermes

-Owl for Athena

-Helmet for Trojan war and Odysseus being a general/king/killer

Bottom (left to right):

-Loom for Penelope

-Trojan horse

-Siren

-Sheep for Polyphemus

These icons are from some of my favorite parts of the Odyssey but also from some of the parts that I remember the best. I plan on rereading it while I'm working on the book cover so if there are any icons I want to update or change I can...

#crochet #homers the odyssey #odysseus #odyssey blanket #the odyssey #project designs

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sugajimin · 1 year

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unhelpful tips and resources for gifs&gfxs

Hi everyone, I don’t know how useful this post will be but I wanted to share some of the things I learned through the years of creating content for tumblr and also new information I find every now and then. I see lot of new people who start creating content here and I want to help with what I know.

Note: I won’t upload any tutorial of mine or anything because I believe the resources I will link here will be more useful than just a tutorial that I won’t be able to explain well because English is not my first language. Let’s start!

First of all, few words about tumblr and how it works. Tumblr is a site with many communities. Every user has its own blog that can post many kinds of content, including a text,photo,video,audio,art etc. When you first join the site it might be overwhelming but in reality, it is not (*whispers* I personally find instagram harder to understand how it works).

Like every site tumblr has its own search bar, tags, likes, reblogs(share on fb,rt on twitter),and follows. When you search a blog to follow and you see their posts you can like their post by tapping on the heart and share(reblog) by clicking on the two arrows button that looks like the recycle icon.

What does reblog mean and do?

Reblog is as we said the “share the post” of facebook, with reblog you don’t repost someone’s content but you share it with your followers and help it to be seen bymore people that way you actually help the creator to promote their creations.

Likes

Unlike, instagram,twitter and facebook, when you like something the website doesn’t recommend the post to your followers unless they go to your blog via their phone and go to your likes page, if you have it unlocked, so basically, likes don’t help with supporting creators as much as reblog does.