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sw00nii · 4 months
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Girl imma be so fr I am never going to finish this 😞‼️ I started this way back in October I was young, full of ambition... Where does the time go 🙄 but yeah idk I told myself as of 2024 I would post more, even if things weren't finished so... BOO GHETSIS JUMPSCARE ‼️ just forcing myself to post this, tis a bit cringe but idc atp 😇
oh and happy new year! xoxo
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mostly-him · 3 months
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Working in personal drawings as well
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kentopedia · 2 months
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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡❞
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comm by @/puri42a ♕₊⊹
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sleepingsims · 4 months
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Ok after seeing your french curl braid hairs, I cannot wait to see like a french curl braid ponytail or even a french curl braid half up half down pony!!!
thank you, thank you!🫡 i have been playing around with a down version but i haven't done the curly version yet ⬎
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a ponytail might be in the future? depends on how my classes treat me this quarter 😭😭
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usurperss · 1 year
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Lesbianism² [WIP]
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demobatman · 1 year
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down bad
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atombonniebaby · 8 months
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It's not done...(it is now! Link here + vote for who I do next!)
Well...Valentine is! (And OMG I found the perfect texture brush for his skin!) His clothes still need shading and details! (He will also get a cigarette!)
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krekee · 2 days
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angy katara
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epic-and-kitty · 7 months
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A WIP comic I'm currently working on with my interpretation of Acht (a mix of my old Dedf1sh design and the new canon one) They don't interview well...
First time drawing Callie and she's very fun to draw losing her absolute shit
Some close ups that I really like!
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autumnwoodsdreamer · 2 months
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WiP Wednesday
A piece of the still-in-progress chapter 24 of The Lighthouse Keeper
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As zero hour loomed closer and closer, Din found it increasingly difficult to sleep.
But rather than pour his energy out pacing the ship flat (a diversion he had grown all too accustomed to on this journey), he turned to a more productive task.
He tended to his armour.
With Grogu snug in the scarf-sling, he set out the plates and pieces before him. He cleaned, he polished, he restocked and reset, all the while explaining, instructing, as if the little one should know, should learn how to take care of armour as well.
He knew the child was not retaining anything he was saying; the routine and the cadence of his voice soon lulled his son to sleep but he continued even after he felt the little head rest heavy on his chest.
It was still difficult to reconcile the paradox of it all: this armour was forged from pure beskar—beskar looted from his fellow tribesmen and then gifted to him by their murderers as a reward for a deed most foul; beskar he had redeemed not once but twice as he wore it to save a foundling and to fight the man who had led the Great Purge.
With the backs of his fingers, he traced the iron heart in the centre of his cuirass, followed the line curving down and away, watched the low lights of the cabin bend against his reflection.
This beskar had such a long story to tell.
He wondered who would give it voice, centuries from now. Would they tell how he, in one single action, both forfeited his right to wear it and absolved himself? What feat of his would they ascribe the jaig eyes on his helmet to? How would they interpret the lone red pauldron?
One hand holding his child steady against his chest, he bent forward and lifted the mismatched pauldron from the set.
He had worn colour before.
In growing up and in training, he wore a deep, sturdy blue to align him with the Vizsla Clan. When Jai died and he lost his tie to the proud name, Din scrubbed the majority of the colour right off and replaced it with a dark red: a colour he maintained for nearly twenty years.
But the pure silver of his complete beskar’gam was no accident.
It was not born of laziness or vanity; it wasn’t left alone simply because he couldn’t afford paint. When she presented him his new armour, the Armourer had offered to help him paint it but he declined.
Silver, like any colour, conveyed a meaning.
Seeking redemption.
Yes, he had found that redemption; he could and he did wear the armour with a clear conscience now. But the silver was still right.
Paz, apparently, disagreed; as did Sabine.
They could have painted any piece.
They could have painted the entire set.
But they chose this pauldron—the one bearing his little clan’s signet; the one plate forged before he wrote his greatest sins—they chose it and they painted it red, giving him something greater than guilt to carry.
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evanescentdawn · 11 months
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BAKC IN MY ALCHEMY OF SOULS ERS HEH
She wonders why it is every time she holds his hand like this, their fingers intertwined, that her heart aches so much it feels like it’s ripping apart.
Even now there is a distant echo in her mind of someone else. Another’s voice and memories piercing through her.
She liked him first before she saw Naksu’s memories.
But the more of her memories she sees, the more she feels confused and disoriented.
Like the lines of where she begins and Naksu starts are starting to blur.
“You’re awake.”
Buyeon startles. His eyes were closed so she assumed he was still sleeping, when did he wake up?
Jang uk opens his eyes. “Go back to sleep. You’re disturbing mine.”
“How could I be doing that when I’ve been silent?”
He raises his eyebrows at her. He takes their clasped hands from underneath the covers.
Jin Buyeon’s cheeks colour. “Sorry,” she says. “That was my fault.”
She thought that much wouldn’t wake him but she underestimated how much of a light sleeper he was. But she swears… he was a deep sleeper that wouldn’t wake up no matter what she did; a complete lazy and unmotivated young master —
Since when… did she refer to Jang Uk as a young master?
“Jin Buyeon?”
Shaken, she can’t find herself to look him in the eye. The blue jade egg is not even on herself right now. She left it her in the room before going outside, not feeling right to keep that possession that belongs to another with her all the time.
But still, Naksu haunts her. Both in her memories and mind.
“You turned become pale. Are you okay?”
She suddenly doesn’t like the concern in his voice right now. It doesn’t feel right.
“I’m fine. Just got a little dizzy.”
“Dizzy…?” He shifts, touching a hand to her forehead. “You’re not burning up, at least.”
He sighs. “This is why I told you to wear more layers. Do you want to get sick?”
She smiles, despite herself.
“Haah, do you find this funny?”
“No,” she says, managing to look at his eyes now. “I just like to hear your concern.”
He turns his head away abruptly. “Let’s sleep now. I’m tired. Don’t wake me up again.”
Does he know that he hasn’t taken his hand away from hers yet?
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rapidhighway · 2 years
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Lord have mercy upon MY soul
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red-akara · 6 months
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So utterly transfixed by Inside’s visual design…
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wildflowercryptid · 6 months
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tfw the detective hired to solve the murder on campus is kinda cute and funny, but his 5'6" ass needs a fucking step stool to be at eye level w/ you.
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personasintro · 2 years
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https://personasintro.tumblr.com/post/694176727774183424/wip-challenge
Secret wip 2 intrigued me 😈 tell us something about it... whatever you want.
Hopefully I’ll be able to share this with you guys very soon! I already shared a little something on my ko-fi so there are people who have the slightest idea 👀
But here’s the little snippet. I won’t be sharing any more details since I want it to be a surprise 😇
You both stand there in a short-lived silence until you glance up, both of you simply staring at each other until Taehyung cracks a grin. “Friends?”
“Can we?” you question unsurely back.
Friends mean something deeper. And he might not think of it so seriously but you can't help but sound unsure.
“Why not?” Taehyung shrugs, “We're fine, aren't we?”
Realizing you're needlessly overthinking and complicating things again, you smile at him as you nod. “Okay, friends then.”
“Should we hug?” Taehyung jokes, wiggling his brows.
It sounds tempting, too tempting and even though you were unsure about being friends just seconds ago, you almost jump into his arms straight away.
“Won't that make things weird?”
“Why? Friends hug, don't they?”
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showerwaterr · 3 months
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WIP ANIMATION!!!1!1!1
YES I KNOW ITS BAD BUT ITS LORE FOR OCS!!!!1!1!1!
also yesi ts privet whatever
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