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sightkeeper · 21 days

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Chosen Faces 122

This comic is a Good Omens AU wherein Aziraphale is an eldritch horror pretending to be an angel. Updates early on Patreon.

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#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #chosen faces au #azicrow #aziraphale #crowley #comic #my art #I appreciate folks' patience I am still happily chugging along on this #just gotta take breaks sometimes for the old brain!

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brawcolie · 1 year

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Trouble:)

#this is my love letter to rand who is very sad and very drunk and i need someone to think of him as a responsibility than a friend #i need JR to absolutely loathe him at his worst and tolerate him at his best #i love jrs giant @$$ forehead no one is drawing it that big fr #I didnt know how much this dynamic gets my brain chugging #I NEED TO BE EFFING DOING MY WORK:)#inside job #rand ridley #jr scheimpough #jrand #my art #...............#Ok.#emetophobia

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bamsara · 10 months

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ok no yeah i hate human hormones and body chemicals actaully because the anxiety caused some physical symptoms and i had muscle spasms and speech problems for 30ish minutes and i havent had a Moment™️ like that in like 6 months, i think this game is rigged

also, i should stop drinking caffeine. again. attempt 2# at quitting caffeine i believe in us

also 2x i want to art stream. i want to draw. i will force this body to my will

#i havent had any brain damage shit in a while i was just chilling man #at least its not a daily hourly thing like it used to be in the start bruh idk how i handled that shit #anyway i have heating pad and chugging water #and the numbness is subsiding #i need to draw my ocs and also sun n moon and also commission #sara shush #sorry for the word ramble #tw health issues

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undermine-the-instinct · 6 months

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Neuvillete is definitely the type to ask you "Did you drink any water today" if you say you have a headache

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camthecatchameleon · 2 months

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heh heh heh heh heh

i have no idea what game they’re playing but it’s probably not chess

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #morning frost #gricko grimgrin #meme format #i love shading fun #what the fuck color are gricko’s eyes in canon #i got oc brainrot and also am making steady progress in edge of midnight so unfortunately the ouaw train has been chugging slower in my #brain BUT!!!! i have a. comic in planning (not committed to it yet). if. if people are interested.#updated for image description thanks people in reblogs for the reminder waugh

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rocketbirdie · 30 days

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destiny intersects with the ruined reactor...

little details!

#here i go establishing new questionable habits...#'oh yeah lemme just uhhh create an entire soundtrack to accompany my art! lmao no biggie'#but DUDE masashi hamauzu is a legend and his music sounds SO good in the ffvii soundfont ok #it's irresistable. i don't have a say in the matter. my brain says 'ok music time' and i am at its mercy like cloud giving in to jenova.#ALSO i learned so much about the soundfont while recreating the reactor section!!#you know that subtle triplet beat 'train chugging' sorta sound in the mako reactor theme?#it's actually acoustic bass plucks getting cut off SUPER short in rapid succession!#the same track uses a very deep pitched reverse cymbal sample as a spooky atmospheric 'breathing' noise.#idk man i just admire how creative og ffvii is in general with its limited tools.#ok the nerd urge has passed i'm good now #just kidding. gongaga has me in a chokehold. i'm obsessed with this place. do not talk to me about it because i will not shut up.#ffvii #ff7 #ffvii rebirth #cloud strife #my art <3 #my music <3

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majimasleftasscheek · 1 year

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I absolutely loved your Kazumi headcannons!

It got me wondering: would you be willing to draw some more Goromi and Kazumi content? 👉👈

Love your art btw!! <3

thank you so much!! I would certainly love to do more Kazumi/Goromi stuff <3

#in my brain like a freight train chugging thru my thoughts #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #kazumaji #my art #kazumi #goromi

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scummy-writes · 10 months

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Thinking about sitting with Gilbert in the bath, but not together. He's sitting in the tub, amused that you won't look at certain parts of him, but still insisting on sitting by him outside of the tub.

"It's much warmer in here," he points out, swirling his finger across the surface, "this tub also has room for two, I would say."

"I'm not the one who came back soaked after a trip out."

Gilbert shrugs, "weather can be unpredictable."

You don't believe him for a second. When he came back to the palace, he he was still dripping from the downpour he had been 'caught' in, and had the gall to grin at your panic. The whole time that you shoved him towards the bath, trying to figure out scoldings that wouldn't cause a war, that grin stayed plastered to his face (alongside teases that you had gone too far with your words, and now he was contemplating war again unless you found a sweet way to apologize.)

Lips pursed, you tried to focus back on the book in your hands. Hopefully, he hadn't noticed you've read the same page about five times now.

You hear the water slosh as he moves, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him rest his arm on the edge of the tub, a dramatic sigh escaping him.

When you ignore it, you hear the water slosh again.

"It would be such a shame if your book got wet-"

"Prince Gilbert!" You huff, swatting his dripping hand away, "maybe I just want to make sure you warm up properly."

"Only just?"

"Only just."

"Washing my hair yourself led me to believe there was more-"

"Well, there wasn't!"

Resting his chin on his arm, he chuckles over your answer. And for a moment, you believe you're fine. That he's settled down now, but he points at your book again, letting out an amused chuckle when you defend it from water droplets.

"Read to me, then."

"I'm sorry?"

"Read. To. Me."

Really? You glance at the page, skimming the words to make sure there is nothing explicit. When you deem it safe, you glance at him again.

"It is fiction, but it's not the type of romance story you said you prefer..."

He shrugs, settling back into the tub again, "I read more than my preferences, little rabbit."

... It felt ridiculous to fulfill his 'request', but as you shakily began to read the words aloud, you couldn't help but notice his posture become more relaxed.

#ikepri gilbert #i have been thinking about putting him in a tub to Soak and get more warmth into him #i reread the story about them in the rain and my brain keeps chugging out the same scene but different variations #'what sane person sits in the bathroom while their crush sits in the tub'#NONE!!! I AM DELUSIONAL!!!!!!#i just want bathtub intimacy that is not smutty #at least for now #ikemen prince gilbert

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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i swear i have the body of a 50 yr old. i did something mildly active for less than an hour today and my back Aches. who authorized this

#my back: oughhhh im so weak you need to lay down and be still for ten hours #honey i do not have the patience nor the time for that #i am chugging this soup and then im Really Fuckin Crunching The Packing & Cleaning #my mother gets here at like 2 am and i want to get shit done before she arrives #so that i can be told i did a good job for once in my damn life #sorry that was pathetic!#i actually am just a spiteful creature that wants to prove that Hey. maybe i can be relied upon this one time #bet she expects to get here to see an absolute mess w/ not nearly enough packed #JOKES ON YOU FUCKER IM DOIN IT ALL ON MY OWN #i got shit done Without you. ha!#also i want to go whale watching tomorrow #i need to be on the water... i need it.... big aminal please...#rambles from the bog #i feel so. Independent. and tired #took the cats to the vet all on my own. got them a prescription. rode in two ubers and made casual conversation both times #completely fumbled a brief interaction with a really cute girl who was definitely outta my league #me: wants to talk to cute girl. if she offers to get the door for you say Yes #brain: look at the floor. ignore her. say 'no ive got it' when she offers to get the door for you #sobbing and wailing. totally won otherwise lmao #my cats were so good!!! they were so sweet and they Listened!#they stayed on the weighing plate & let their claws be clipped #they were so friendly and nice and WELL BEHAVED WHAT WAS THAT #when i try to clip their claws i get squirmy mc wormie and little miss war crimes #i walk away with new scars and nothin to show for it #but noooo. vets do it and not a peep. not a single wriggle. no hisses or meows. just hangin out #man. at least my cats are comfy enough with me to be up front w their desires #fuckin fakers... beautiful sweet well behaved fakers....#the vets absolutely loved them btw. all three people that were in the room loved how sweet my little critters were <3 #i am Proud tbh

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astrum99 · 1 month

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You drew your palm away from it. Sticky with Red. The imprint of your being painted upon it. Red against blue.

A palm print, akin to the hundreds, thousands, millions of its copies in a not-so-distant past. The universe blinked, and mankind screamed. Alive, gone, instantaneous. Fraction of a tick in the grandfather clock – the grand scheme made everything so small.

What’s left of humanity was it. A being pure of heart, for it had no heart to begin with. A being eternal, until all life drains away. Until no one can recall its name.

And an imprint on its chassis. The exact shape and size of your left hand. You left your mark. Greedy. Your mind drew up images of similar copies made by human beings. Littered against cave walls, pottery, paper. Young and old, raised their hands and pressed to leave a mark.

I am was here. This is was my place. I took a part of the universe and, in spite of death, wished for more.

You glanced at your hands, stained thoroughly in your own blood. An angel bent to this degree of animality. Crimson red burned onto the deep blue frame. Iron oxide etched into the ancient walls.

My palm prints are here. Representing me. Lasting millennia. When someone sees it, they will think of me, and I will live on.

All fades away at the end of it all. A slow sleep into non-being. The past, present, and future sweep quietly away into total absolution and oblivion.

You brushed your palm against the red on blue. No one will be left to see this palm print. Painted in the first colours of our blood. The events here will be lost, just as all stories that came before. Just as all life that came before.

A hand close around yours. It is still here, right now.

And that must be enough to stay.

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Quick note:

Iron oxide = first red paint made. Though I still feel like blood is likely the "first paint" <- did no research. The 'first colours of blood' is also a reference to the creation of angels being prior to humans'.

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #az thoughts #gabv1el #<- can read it that way #though very very minor #still on minor hiatus i just can't stop my brain from Chugging #gabriel and humanity parallel gets me once again oogugh

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batrachised · 4 months

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okay this question has haunted me for YEARS, TUMBLR COME THROUGH FOR ME ON THIS

i know there's the magical ending but let's pretend that doesn't exist for a minute

#like gilbert...I get it...#MORALLY he's probably right...#but all I'm saying if leslie were *my* friend...??#imo what makes the difference is giving leslie the CHOICE #because she's dick's caretaker and so protector of his autonomy #but that's still a horrible position to put someone in #anne's house of dreams #aogg #lm montgomery #i'm working on an ahod ask (chugging my way through my ask box and nearly caught up) and my brain wrestled with this and I was like:#BAT SIGNAL EXCEPT LM MONTGOMERY THEMED

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stormsstudios · 1 month

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here's look at the WIP scrap yard lot for little alvernon. I was on the fence about making this a generic lot - but i decided to make the trailer an actual livable home.

also does anyone else make a little t.o.o.l section of all the debug items you might use in your builds for easy access - or is that just my type of spectrum brain magic?

#little alvernon #finding random metal looking items to decorate this lot is itching a part of my brain i didnt know i could scratch #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 builds #sims 4 #ive already changed like 4-5 things since posting this 3 minutes ago we are chugging along

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inaconstantstateofchange · 5 months

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i would like to make a public complaint to my mutuals for the depraved fucking raphael smutfic idea that has wormed into my brain.

i don't even like him that much.

#my partner and i were having a lore discussion about devil hierarchy and power #and they made a comment about him 'chugging that devil milk to get extra strong bones'#and my wretched brain went: '... lactation kink where raphael uses haarlep to power up'#also to clarify i love him as a character i think he's absolutely pathetic and a delight and extremely well-designed #i just would not have really thought to WRITE for him #anyway i do blame all of my mutuals who keep putting high quality raphael content on my dashboard #i can't believe you've done this etc etc #my stuff #raphael #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #haarlep #bg3 haarlep #fic idea

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thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme · 8 months

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So H2Woah....

We don't have any info on them except for what's in this picture really. The one on the left is obviously an octoling with some really interesting markings.

But the one on the right looks like a Brain Coral. In all likelihood they're an anemone like Harmony, but they really truly look like a Brain Coral.

And two of the three members shown of Yoko and the Gold Bazookas had costume pieces that looked like dead coral (Yoko with her new hat and the funky little jellyfish/leech creature with the dead coral decoration on their hat)

They definitely are trying to push a coral theme with these new bands, huh?

#splatoon #drizzle season #H2Woah #splatoon theory #splatoon headcanon #We'll probably hear more about them tomorrow in the last season hype drop on Twitter #Until then my brain's a chugging with what this could mean...

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hogmilked · 2 years

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clowns be bein named shit like grumple and krungus

#mothman speaks #i’m at work and i just chugged a monster and my brain is shut off

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blood-mocha-latte · 3 months

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*crawls to you* rie if ur still taking requests may I plz req a lil sidsledge fic inspired by the lyrics/song ribs by lorde?? if possible <3

erin my beloved anything for you truly. i am always taking requests so long as they are this brilliant i hope you enjoy <3

i. ribs by lorde

He always left his window half-cracked open, if not to hear the cicadas or the soft murmur of wind through trees than so Eugene could slip nimble fingers under the glass pane and push into his bedroom.

He didn't ever go to the door, and Sid didn't blame him none; they both still lived with their parents, and although he was sure he could explain this in some way that made any semblance of sense to either the Phillips or the Sledge’s, he didn't feel like he should.

This was just them. Always had been, in a way.

Eugene didn't make a noise, climbing up the side of the house and pushing through his window, foot hitting the wooden planks of Sid’s bedroom floor with nary a sound. Sid stayed in bed, face tilted up towards the ceiling, pretending to be asleep.

Unlike him, Eugene closed the window all the way, blocking out all noise that wasn't his breathing, steady and slow, or Sid’s own. Sid imagined that he could hear a heartbeat, and pretended that it ain’t his.

He only knew that Eugene came closer when the mattress dipped with the weight of him, Eugene pushing under the covers of his bed to lay next to him without saying a word.

Sid rolled over, throwing an arm around Eugene’s waist and tugging him closer, his back to Sid’s chest, tangling their legs together and keeping his eyes closed. “Dream?” He asked, a tired murmur.

Because he didn't think there’s any way that Eugene Sledge would clamber through his window and climb into his bed with him like they were eight years old, all over again, for anything less than a dream.

Eugene’s hand found his – both of them scarred and calloused, marked by motors and mud – and laced their fingers together carefully. Sid couldn’t see his face, pressed his nose to the column of his neck.

“No.” Eugene whispered to him, socked foot rubbing absently along the length of Sid’s calf. “Just thinkin’.”

Oh.

That was even worse, than a dream.

“Good thoughts?” Sid asked, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be. Eugene leaned further back into him, and Sid tightened his grip to compensate for it.

“Not bad ones.” Eugene said, voice lilting around his words and softening them. “Just… different.”

“Different.”

“Mm. Thoughts I wouldn’t have had, before.”

What before was went unsaid, because it could. Because neither of them wanted to say it. Sid pressed his lips to Eugene’s pulse point almost absently.

“I’ve been havin’ more of those, too.” He said, like he was maybe at absolution. Like he had a confession. “All turned around on ‘em. They ain’t bad, just different.”

Eugene’s fingers smoothed along the back of his hand, where it rested over his sternum. “We got different minds now, I think.” He said, almost softly. “From what we had before.”

Sid hummed. “Guess it comes with gettin’ older.” He said, trying to feel wise, drowsiness not-withstanding.

“Guess so.”

They were both about a million years old, now. Sid turned twenty-two three weeks ago, Eugene following after him a week after that. Both old enough to watch a nation turn, both old enough to watch friends turn into dust.

The thought made Sid close his eyes again. “What’re you doin’ tomorrow?” He asked, and Eugene hummed.

“Thinkin’ I’ll go down to the wharf.” He said. “Then, if it’s too busy, go out to the woods. Try and find somethin’ new.”

“Mind if I go with you?”

“Don’t you got a job?”

“I don’t have to go if I don’t want to. Don’t think I will, tomorrow. Not like my parents’ll do anything.” Sid would rather stay with Eugene, who shifted in his hold.

“I’d like it,” Eugene murmured. “If you’d go with me.”

Sid just pressed his lips to Eugene’s neck again, letting himself be lulled back into a half-sleep.

He didn’t really mind much, being so old. Being so different. So long as Gene kept climbing through his window.

#rie writes #*shotguns a beer full of benadryl*#COVID BRAIN WRITING #come to think of it. i don’t think i’ve ever actually written sidsledge if not bedridden and drugged up #also erin. erin my god ribs is THEE sidsledge song i can’t believe this this is incredible #also i rewatched forrest gump earlier today which may have influenced parts of this and now i’m sad. off to chug some more dayquil #the pacific #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #sidsledge #hbo war

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