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lee-minhoe · 4 months
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tanktop lino for @skzfaker 💞🎁
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awakenthebeing · 11 months
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Just placing more arts and things and requests here, don't mind em too much <:3
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satansxknitwear · 1 year
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Still swingin' 🌻😎
✨My links✨
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drrav3nb · 6 months
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Where does the difference between the past and the future come from? Mine?
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moonchild-in-blue · 3 days
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Thank you for the tag @dearscone!! This was due a million years ago and got lost on my drafts oof.
Share the first 10 songs of your On Repeat playlist
(i don't use Spotify so i'm taking these from my Replay Mix on YT)
(apologies for the lack of variety. you see i have a serious case of Brain Rot)
10 songs so let me tag 10 people lmao (no pressure though): @corviisquire (is this the right blog? should i tag the other one?? hm) @hookedhobbies @lifemod17 @polteergeistt @elkkiel @sleep-token @sleeby-vessel @eepymonstrr @murderofcrow @whataboutyouisamascot
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 10 months
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it does something incomprehensible to my little writer’s soul whenever alex articulates a phenomenon of the writing process i’ve always picked up on and then goes on to describe it in exactly the same way
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sixcalibur · 6 months
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They are pirates now
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wildbasil · 6 months
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hi everyone! i'm going to close my commission slots next week so i can make sure i get them all done by december 25th!! if you want a commission from me before next year, here's your chance! 🥰💕 i'm currently offering chibis and waist-up character art.
ko-fi.com/dizzypunch/commissions
personal use only
guaranteed by december 25th 2023*
can do: original characters, fanart, furries
payment through ko-fi
*your commission might be delayed if i have to message you for clarification and you don't get back to me quickly. to avoid that happening, please include lots of detail when you order your commission, such as pose references, clothing etc 💖💕
i'm happy drawing humans and furries alike! nsfw is also fine but please send me a message first (not sure if ko-fi is ok with nsfw and i don't wanna get into trouble haha)
thanks everyone!!
p.s. my gwyn ap nudd pin is still open for orders!
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plulp · 1 year
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I NEED A DOCTOR!!!
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daffi-990 · 7 months
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 📝
More from the Buddie Slow Dance Fic. This fic is gonna be soft and sappy 🥰💖. The first song these boys danced to (before this lil snippet starts) is Paper Rings by Taylor Swift cos it’s such a fun song and Buck is a Swiftie and would totally drag Eddie to dance to one of her songs.
“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” Buck is finally able to ask as the song begins to come to a close. He’s been told a few times by Karen and even Eddie himself that the man could dance, but he didn’t think he’d be that good.
“My Abuelo and Abuela loved to dance. Swing, samba, waltz, they just loved dance and taught all of us kids. Every Sunday after church we’d go back to their house and have lunch as a family and then dance. After Abuelo died, Sophia and Adrianna stopped dancing, but I kept it up so I could dance with Abuela.” Eddie begins swaying them gently as a new song begins to play. “Dancing always made her so happy, and even though he was gone, I wanted her to have something of him still. Keep the memory of him alive, you know?”
Buck didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with someone, but here he is, sinking deeper into the sea of love he has for one Eddie Diaz.
No pressure tagging: @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @forthewolves @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @rainbow-nerdss @try-set-me-on-fire @spotsandsocks @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @callaplums @captain-hen @monsterrae1 @messyhairdiaz and whoever else wants to share something 😊.
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beartitled · 12 days
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Missed the notification somehow,
Congratulations on 1k! And I suppose happy coming back anniversary?
I've been happy to be part of that number this year :)
You and your art are absolutely stunning, and I hope you have another great year
(It's like Bear New Year haha)
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Awwwww thank you 💕💞💓❤️💕💞
I’m so glad you enjoy my art 🥺🥹💕💕❤️
I like the idea of Bear New Year lmao 🎄
It’s exactly like regular New Year, but in April and every present has bear ears 🎁
(also there’s a lot of fish dishes 🐟🐠🐡🍣 bc fish is yummy)
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good-beanswrites · 3 months
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Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖
Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!
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Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.
Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.
“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”
He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.
On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.
(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)
He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.
“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.
“How are you holding up?”
Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.
Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.
“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 
“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 
“Your interrogation… I know.”
Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 
Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.
“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”
“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”
“...Everything.” 
Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.
Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.
“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”
“You can’t be so sure. The–”
“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?
“I would.”
Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 
“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”
Minato cracked a smile. 
“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”
Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”
“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 
Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 
“Well, it should be impossible. But…”
They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 
“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”
“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”
Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.
“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”
“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’
“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”
“The fuck does that mean?” 
“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 
Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 
“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”
“As if you could stop me!”
He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.
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After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.
Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 
The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 
Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 
He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 
“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”
He inhaled sharply.
It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 
Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.
His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.
Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 
“You did it. My god, you did it.”
He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 
For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 
Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.
Talk about impossible. 
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hollypies · 4 months
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What if I posted some ugly ass comic wips. What then
(No dialog yet I just havnt added it. I do have dialog tho)
Anyway please be real nicies I've only ever drawn a comic ONCE
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shima-draws · 3 months
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RAIZO WAS THERE THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME????
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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Hello I've woken up and people seem to like the card post, yay! It's just funny bcs before I even was thinking about writing that post, @suzuki-ecstar and I were joking about Fernando becoming a Las Vegas magician post-F1. So here are some silly WIPs that I will hopefully finish at some point
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Of course Seb as his sexy Magician's assisstant whom he cuts in half, also he would be so these posts
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And his magician name would of course be: "✨️Magic Alonso✨️" Also I saw someone in the tags be like "oh so that's[the magic tricks] is where he got that nickname!" Honestly, I had the same realization, I'm so embarrassed 😭 I saw that it said Magic Alonso in the corner of the one vid and I was like WAIT THIS IS WHERE THAT COMES FROM!!?!?!? I didn't realize it existed for so long....
Anyways gonna go drown myself in coursework :)
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stupidrant · 4 months
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I just randomly thought of atreus playing with angrboda’s hair and he decided to kind of dye it with her paints and she kept it as a reminder for when he’s away on one of his missions; then she washes the dye out and she makes him dye it when he has to go, like a little tradition 😭💞 (also hi I recently followed you but I’m very shy so I’m on anon for now, but I love your blog 💞)
wait this is so cuteeee 🥺 one time it’d be purple, the next blue and a special time it’d be rainbow colored 💔💔💔
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