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cuosiscrazy · 14 hours

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Drew this shortly after the silver campaign video, but I keep forgetting 2 post… yikes

#cuos draws #sth #sonic the hedgehog fanart #silver the hedgehog #silver sth #sonic the hedgehog #Sonic #sonic fanart #sth fanart #ughhh I hate tagging… I’m not even going to bother

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cuosjunkyard · 5 months

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project future sure has come a long way, huh? His design has changed so much- but here we are…

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kyuhudraws · 3 months

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A+ parenting

#feng xin #mu qing #xie lian #hua cheng #cuo cuo #tgcf #heaven officials blessing #fengqing #I struggled so much drawing cuo cuo

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chipper-smol · 1 year

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this came out so much edgier than i intended sgnsfgfgfgn

#lmk #lego monkie kid #myart #myocs #Cuo #did you know the word for friend is described as #two moons standing next to eachother #holding hands #isnt that fuckin adorable #also this was an excuse to draw him sleeveless to show off more of his chimera pattern

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ketchuplaser · 2 years

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Drew this pose from @adorkastock for another art idea and decided that it was too good to waste.

So here’s Ming Cuo and her partner Tuvia Balakin . She’s a Hunter and he’s a wizard from the Asian Wing of the League of Seven House.

They fight monsters.

#ketchup laser #kl draws #league of seven #lo7 #adorkastock #hunter #wizard #ming cuo #tuvia balakin

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theballadofmars · 1 year

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I wasn’t going to post this but guzi and cuo cuo in a modern au (plus two OCs that are in the modern au characters chart) going to the Barbie movie

#yes this is a self indulging au #but look that's why I learnt to draw in the first place #Guzi is the one asking for the tickets #but cuo cuo is screaming on the inside because he really wants to see barbie #the other two are yue and shan #they're on a double date :D #guzi x cuo cuo #ocs #tgcf #guzi #cuo cuo #modern au

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top-tier-tickles · 1 year

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Can you draw The Cuo bros tickling beppi?

#cuphead #cuphead tickles

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dude-wheres-makar · 3 years

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Tbh I just want the hockey season to end

Can it end in approximately 6 minutes? Let's find out

#habs vs bolts #hockey lb #At this point I'm asking that the bolts win the cup so I could be bored and watch baseball ayyyy #Or so I could make a stanley cuo drawing...again..

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ohthathurt · 5 years

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#holy shit what a tense world cup final #either way may the better performing team win #because today they've both performed excellently #even so england played brilliantly today #even with the draw #i believe they should take the cuo #cup**#cwc19

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sakuraonlyfans · 2 years

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Does anyone remember picture post with a cup and on the cup there were seals drawings but like minimalist and in somee blue shade? It was the cutest seal drawings and I thought I had saved it but turns out I have not :(

#Seal #Seals #Girls help #Help #Pls #Tumblr post #Cuo #Cup #Seal drawings

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fantasmin-art · 3 years

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era un regalito :c

#heart break #art #couple #cuo #pareja #draw myself #me #i miss you #love #loveart #digital art #digital drawing #happybirthday #HappyValentinesDay #teamo

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cuosiscrazy · 23 days

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I did this after side order but I was inactive so… here ya go now 💥

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cuosjunkyard · 5 months

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An imaginary friend to go with the Silver boy. I tried to convey that in this au, Blaze isn’t real (yet.). Took my awhile to choose the design

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starkerforlife6969 · 4 years

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Starker - Italy Edition Part 2

This is the long awaited part 2 to the Retired Mafia Boss Tony x Peter - Italian Edition drabble you can read here but you don’t need to read it to understand :)

Retired Mafia Boss Tony needs something to fulfil his days, and fate gives him a pretty little thing stranded on the edge of the road.

TW: abuse of authority, sort of kidnapping? I mean Peter goes willingly but that boy is way too innocent for his own good. Tony just wants to lavish him really, and Peter’s just a touch too clueless to say no. Susceptible Peter, easily manipulated Peter.

Two weeks in, Peter is much more comfortable wandering around the villa.

His ankle is healed, and Tony can only admire over the rim of his wine glass, as Peter flits from room to room. Each more extravagant than the last, filled to the brim with exotic treasures and ancient relics.

How little attention Tony has paid them before. They only light when Peter casts his adoring gaze of sunshine on them. His little face beams with each story Tony recounts for him.

Tony feels a peace within him that is suspiciously close to contentment. Could it be? He hopes so. Up until meeting this injured soul on the side of the road, Tony’s retirement had consisted of a restless longing. For what, he hadn’t known. The smell of gun oil had called to him, the rush of power and money had beckoned.

He had thought, for so long, that running his Mafia, presiding over territories long-fought over, was his soulmate.

He was wrong.

His soulmate is before him now, trailing his fingers over a painting worth millions of dollars, all because Tony had said he could touch it.

He muses over Peter now. He loves to muse over this boy. His new muse. Eighteen years old and full of life.

He’d managed to get Peter to stay the night, and then he’d coaxed the boy into staying the week, to make sure his ankle had really healed.

And then, Tony, the master of persuasion that he is, had gently enticed the sweet thing into staying with Tony for the rest of his holiday. It only made sense.

After all, poor Peter Parker was lonely in Italy. Tony could offer entertainment, luxury, and knowledge.

He hasn’t let Peter out of his sight. He’d had people go and collect the boy’s things from the dingy hotel he was staying at in an over-trodden tourist hotspot, but Peter isn’t wearing his own clothes now.

He’s wearing the garments Tony’s had made for him. Tailored floral silks and cream lace and white satin. They’re figure hugging but flouncy at the same time, they show off Peter’s lovely skin under the guise of providing relief from the humidity of the Italian summer.

Tony’s distracted by the flush of pink across Peter’s delicate cheekbones as the boy peruses his collection of books (that Tony bought on a whim he’s tremendously grateful for now- those daffodil eyes bright with interest) before noticing that Peter’s tea is untouched.

He sets down his wine and clears his throat. “Cucciolo, you should drink.” He calls from the balcony, voice carrying past the parted curtains.

Peter, so obedient it makes Tony hungry, twirls around immediately before scampering over with a bashful smile. “Sorry,” he murmurs, for nothing, taking a seat beside Tony outside on the balcony, where the breeze caresses tumbling locks of hickory, “I got distracted. C-cuo-cucciolo this time, what does that one mean?”

Tony watches as Peter blows on his tea. So delicate. “It means puppy,” he grins, chuckling at Peter’s scrunched up nose. “Now now, we can’t say it’s not accurate. You’ve got the puppy-dog eyes and the enthusiasm.”

Peter giggles at that as Tony’s thoughts go down darker avenues. Peter’s little yips and whines of pleasure as Tony pounds into him-

“And- this morning,” Peter presses, “you said do…do-dolcezza.”

“Sweetness.”

Peter blushes, ducking his head and taking a long drink of his tea. His bare toes curl up in pleasure. Such a reactive, appreciative, wonderful boy. “Mmm,” he sighs, eyes closed in bliss, (what would he look like, Tony wonders, in the throes of pleasure and orgasm?) “it’s like sipping liquid candlelight.”

Tony laughs again, deep and full bodied. This is peace indeed. But contentment? Not yet. He needs the boy. All of him.

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Peter adores Tony’s sprawling vineyard. Endless to the eye. Tony lounges on the deck, while Peter disappears into the greenery only to come back ever delighted at discoveries he’s made.

Peter offers Tony a little handful of grapes after one of his excursions, and Tony reaches out, thumbing a smudge of juice from Peter’s lip.

The boy’s skin is sun-warm, it trembles deliciously under Tony’s touch. He presses his thumb more firmly, into the soft wet cave of Peter’s mouth when-

One of his attendants clears his throat politely.

Tony briefly considers killing them, before letting it slide.

“Signore,” the attendant murmurs, placing a piece of card beside Tony’s elbow. He reaches for it and Peter sits opposite him, curious but ever-polite.

It’s a postcard from Harley. A picture of Montecarlo and on the reverse a simple: All’s well. Rest, old man.

Tony smiles.

Peter perks up. “Something good?” He asks, delighted by Tony’s pleasure. What a good, good boy.

“My son,” Tony hums. He’s spoken of Harley to Peter before. It had helped lull the boy into a sense of security to think of Tony as a father figure, a family man. Even though Harley’s only a few years older than Peter the boys couldn’t be more different. Harley is a man, thick and brawny, deft and cunning like his father- mature and hardened in ways that made Tony proud.

Peter is soft as a lily, fragile as a rose petal.

“I should send my Aunt a postcard,” Peter chirps like a little english bird, “that’d be nice! Maybe we could go to town today?”

Maybe, Tony thinks. A card would waylay any worry. The month is drawing to a close and Peter’s holiday will be over soon. He might want to go home.

Tony will just have to coax him into staying.

“We can go into town this evening for dinner, miele, you can wear the blue lace.”

Peter blushes, so lovely, lovelier than lavender, curls spilling into his forehead. “Okay, Mr Stark,”

Tony wants to leave bruises on that slender neck, then soothe them with gentle kisses and sweet words.

He doesn’t want a fight, doesn’t want his trusting, naive little Bambi to struggle against his new life- his new destiny. Tony likes him just as he is: demure, delighted, delicious.

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He mulls it over till the evening, his maid brushing lint from his suit jacket. The boy is sweet on love, that much is clear. The way he blossoms under compliments and swoons on receiving gifts.

Does Tony love Peter? He’s not sure. He’s known the boy two weeks now and knows he won’t ever let him go. With Peter comes peace. Comes desire. Comes meaning.

“Mirda,” he murmurs to the maid, “I think I might be in love.”

She smiles at him, and adjusts the collar on his shirt.

When Peter comes down the stairs, he’s a vision in blue. A natural beauty. A wildflower.

“Bello, Caro,” Tony breathes, not giving Peter a chance to ask, before opening his palm to show the tuscan pearls cradled within.

Peter doesn’t breathe.

“For you,” Tony vows, looping the necklace across that slender neck and fastening the gold clap meaningfully. He whispers into Peter’s ear, feeling the boy shiver against him. “Do you believe in love, Peter?” He asks, and when Peter turns his head a little, Tony can feel the brush of those eyelashes against his cheek.

“Mr Stark,” Peter whimpers, glorious and beautiful.

Tony offers his arm and they go to dinner.

#starker #mafia boss tony #retired tony #power imbalance #naive peter #innocent peter #possessive tony #age difference #peter x tony #slightly dark tony #manipulation #control #but also fluff

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chipper-smol · 1 year

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