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My babies!!! IM BACK TO MY ROOTS BABY!!! And feel free to use these as phone backgrounds :> dm me for individual turtles.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt Leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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Happy boop day! Here’s my April first drawing for the Kylux calendar :D

#kylo ren #general hux #ben solo #sw #star wars #kylux #art #fanart #digital art #tractor art

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Yesterday was the worm moon! Despite having the Kylux calendar, I still forgot to post this the day of :,)

#kylo ren #general hux #ben solo #sw #star wars #kylux #art #fanart #digital art #tractor art

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This is based off an entirely real conversation I had in a Kylux discord. Yes, I’m the Kylo Ren in this situation…

#kylo ren #general hux #sw #kylux #star wars #ben solo #captain phasma #fanart #fan comic #art #digital art #tractor art

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master and servant huh?!???!? play between the sheets huuh?????!?!!?

#dc #batjokes #joker #Batman

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#moral orel #orel puppington #clay puppington #stephanie putty #joe secondopinionson

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two of Orel idols

#where can I get a Jesus photo card I want one so bad now #moral orel #orel puppington #christina posabule

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spent yesterday drawing A Lot of things I scrapped, but these came out pretty alright !! I've drawn Clay a few different ways for fun, but none of them really felt right. Had to draw him a million times to learn his dumbass face but I think I cracked the code

#WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK #moral orel #clay puppington #reverend putty #art inspo

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@akwardtractor and I came up with a few other AUs while we were working on August for the big bang, and one of them keeps haunting me, so while I won't get to write it until probably mid-next year, have a small drabble that started as a warm up and then sprawled a bit. It's unbeta'd and maybe a little over wordy, but I'm charmed by it enough to share.

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Armitage comes to consciousness as he comes to many things: slowly and with great intent. The blanket is warm, as is the arm around his waist. He teeters on the edge of asleep and awake for a moment, forced to make a difficult decision. Is he ready to face the day? Is he ready to leave the comfort and safety of Ben’s bed?

Ben’s hold on him tightens, his face pressing into the space between Armitage’s shoulder blades. Besides the movement and a soft, incomprehensible grumble, it’s impossible to tell Ben is awake. His instinct could simply be to keep Armitage close. If their pattern from the last few nights holds over, Ben woke up an hour ago, and has simply stayed still so he didn’t disturb Armitage. Following this assumption, he’s certainly cognizant enough to talk to. 

“I want pancakes, after,” Armitage mumbles, turning into the pillow. It smells like Ben, and also like it needs to be washed. Armitage is disgusted as he takes a deep inhale, but he also does his best to memorize the scent, stale sweat and all. 

His tendons stretch as he flexes his ankles, pointing his feet, but Armitage does his best to stretch his legs out while staying firmly in Ben’s tight grip. 

“Pancakes and a milkshake,” he amends. 

On his fridge, held up by a magnet and written on the back of a grocery store receipt, a long list of the foods he’ll be able to eat in six hours waits, ready for each entry to be checked off one by one. Some of the items are already in the pantry, purchased on the same trip to the store that spawned the list. Armitage hasn’t had a cosmic brownie in ten years, and he’s hopeful their reality lives up to his memory. 

Ben assures him they’re still delicious, but Ben also eats mayonnaise, so Armitage is skeptical. 

All Armitage gets in answer to his request is a groan. He decides to interpret this as assent. They’ll go to the nearest 24-hour diner and slide into a booth. The fabric of Ben’s hoodie will still be warm when he steals it, and they’ll lean across the table towards each other as they argue about Ben’s opinions about the Silmarillion for the hundredth time. The last few hours will be forgotten for just a moment, the last ten years. He’ll stretch out his ankles, foam roll his quads, and sleep. 

First, Armitage has one last performance schedule. Leaning back into Ben’s hold, he soaks up the contact, revels in how Ben’s hand shifts down his stomach, and god, the temptation is there, but Armitage has to be patient, has to save that for after. When he can come home, slide out of his dance belt, and perhaps burn it. 

“I have to get up.” Another, louder groan. “Ben, I have to get ready.” His eyes flick to the clock. He’s already stayed in bed too long. While he was offered the small grace of skipping company class before rehearsal, it’s best to finish strong. If this is the last show day he’ll ever have, missing any part of it seems wasteful. And who will lift Rey if not him? His understudy? Absolutely not. Armitage didn’t spend a year drinking lemon grass and ginger shots and stretching for three hours a day to lose to a child. 

“Ben.” 

One last groan as the grip loosens, and Armitage is able to climb from the sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stretches his hands up toward the ceiling, feeling as the tendons in his elbow stretch, as his shoulders wake up. He leans side to side, pleased to find the twinge in his back has quieted. 

Standing, he turns back to Ben in bed. 

“Give me your shirt.”

Ben cracks one eye open and attempts a glare, but he still shifts under the blanket, pulling off his shift and holding it out for Armitage to take. It’s not a hoodie, but it’s a fine enough stand-in until later, and he slides it on, well-worn fabric soft against his skin. Looking down, Armitage finds out he’s wearing merch from the band Ben had in college, the screen printing cracked and faded with age. Rey will make fun of him, but she set them up. This is all her fault. 

“I’m going to use the blender,” Armitage tells Ben. “This is your five minute warning.”

Though he’s sure most of it is pseudoscience, Armitage has been eating disgusting superfood smoothies for the last few months to limp along through his joint issues. It’s helped, if even only through placebo, but Armitage is pleased to make this his last one. His fifteen supplements are in a line on Ben’s counter, and Armitage shuffles through them, trying to decide which ones he can skip to get even an attempt at a passable flavor today. The turmeric will have to stay, and the Omega-3s, but perhaps -

Superstition grips him. If he leaves something else and fails a lift, it will haunt him for the rest of his life. Far better to stomach one last terrible beverage, choke down the dry, gritty texture. 

The blender blares, breaking the silence of the morning, and Armitage startles as arms wrap around his waist, as lips press soft kisses into his neck. Against his better judgment, Armitage tilts his head to give Ben better access, and in response, Ben’s tongue runs along the stretched tendon. 

Armitage stops the blender when Ben’s hand toys with the waistband of his boxers. 

“I can’t -” 

Ben’s chest moves as he laughs. 

“I know,” he huffs, lips moving to continue their work behind Armitage’s ear. “But there are other things.” 

‘Other things’ is a long list. Armitage doesn’t have the time to fuck Ben, and surely Ben knows that. His hand slides into Armitage’s underwear, fingers toying with the edge of his pubes. Slowly, Armitage’s dick is becoming interested in the events at hand, a list of options running through his head that all sound equally appealing. Ben on his knees, Ben’s hand, Ben on his knees, Ben’s mouth, Armitage’s cock in Ben’s mouth. 

Ben steps back, his hand going with him. Armitage leans into the counter with a whine, pressing himself against the countertop in a feeble attempt at friction. 

“That was cruel,” he bites, grabbing the blender. “I’ll remember this.” 

When he finally faces Ben, that stupid smirk is still on his lips. 

“Drink your smoothie,” Ben says. “I’m giving you something to look forward to after you choke that thing down.” 

Armitage grabs a glass from the cabinet. He can work with after.

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all successful people do coke

#that’s my little man right there #general hux #sw

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Thrifty

#THEYRE SO BABY #camp camp #cc david #cc max #dadvid

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goodbye to my friends of 12 years :(

#rwby #bumbleby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna

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UM???? THANK YOU FOR 1.5k NOTES???? WHAT?!?!?

Holy redraw Batman! I originally drew this comic in 2021, and redrew it sometime last summer. I’m still learning about what makes a comic so appealing, and I think I’m getting better :)

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max's fraction-of-a-second hugs

#cries #camp camp #max camp camp #david camp camp #neil camp camp #nikki camp camp

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hostage:Ren’s Darth Vader figures

#kylo ren #general hux #kylux #sw

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I’m sure Salem’s aware that Oz is a tiny child by now, however the idea that no one ever bothered to tell her is very funny so I will be running with it

#rwby #rwby salem #RWBY Oliver

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Holy redraw Batman! I originally drew this comic in 2021, and redrew it sometime last summer. I’m still learning about what makes a comic so appealing, and I think I’m getting better :)

#Batman #comics #dc #dceu #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #redhood #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #art #digital art #fanart #tractor art