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chiliyue-archived · 1 year

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10 things...

Gender Neutral Reader

- reposted since tumblr queue thing messed this up

Tags; FLUFF, tiny bit suggestive but not really, petnames(beloved, lover), a whole lot of kisses and I love yous, fluff fluff fluff

10 paper rings he made with otherwise discarded paper. He teasingly places the crafted jewel to your ring finger as he asks for your hand, all before placing lingering kisses to each pad of your fingers.

9 sweet nothings amongst the heat of the moment. His lips are swollen from feverish kisses, and yet he can't stop himself from kissing you more. His hands are greedy, tugging and pulling your skin, blemished from the slight nibbling of his teeth coaxing muffled mewls as he swallowed you into another kiss. He only pulls away to whisper against your ear, his hot breath pricking your skin and sending goosebumps down your arms. He couldn't stop himself from spilling those sweet words that arose a velvet blush to your cheeks. His mouth was running like a faucet- he wouldn't stop until you know just how much you mean to him, but even words feel feeble in comparison to the feelings he holds.

8 sticky notes on the kitchen counter or bedroom table. Quick little doodles and sweet messages covered the little papers as your lover went on with his day. He despises that he can not spend his morning with you at all times, cuddled up in the comforts of your shared bed, his arms would be wrapped around your waist knowing you were safe. But for now, silly little drawing and messages will suffice as he reminds you to: take care of yourself, to not forget your supplies for the day, to eat and to drink water and of course, his personal favorite; don't forget I love you <3 ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶

7 hesitant confessions. Every attempt didn't feel right, perfect - just like you deserved. Before each moment, his face grew uncomfortably hot, the words getting caught in his throat before sputtering a poor excuse and running off, leaving you confused. Note confessions resulted in crumbled papers piling in his trash bin, the sentences not conveying the right things. Asking you on a simple date left him tongue tied, and he ended up asking you for a pencil instead. And he didn't want to get a mutual friend to do it either; he had to be the one to tell you. It will take almost half a dozen attempts until he finally confessed those three simple yet terrifying words; 'I like you'

6 blushing faces as the mere sight of his beloved is enough to make him weak in the knees. He truly finds you to be the most beautiful thing in the world, your smile infectious and filling his chest with warmth and desire to be the best partner he can for you. He finds you mesmerizing in anything you wear; a bland article of clothing instantly has life when on your figure. But he easily buckles to his knees when you dress up pretty/handsome for him for special dates and occasions - you'll have to forgive him. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. You look so heavenly.

5 more minutes in bed, he would grumble against the crook of your neck. His lips were slightly brushing against the bare skin;even as you shivered and squrim, it only encouraged him to stay longer. His grip was one impossible to escape from, only tightening at the slightest sign of movement, his lips spilling a false promise of 'just one more minute'. A pleasant smile was forming on his features as he drew you closer to him, your back firmly pressed against his. He couldn't ask for a better start of the day, having you engulfed in his loving embrace as he lingered in that spot for a 'couple' of minutes longer.

4 I love yous before he leaves. He was running horribly late by the time he even thought about leaving. Your absence left a void and the time ticked painfully slow till it be filled again. And so he slowly draws himself from you, calling upon any excuse to just linger a second longer. ' I love you' He would mumble against your lips, finally disconnecting his hands from your own. 'I love you' He would say before brushing your hair from your face to get a better look- his heel slightly turning to leave. 'I love you' He would call out as he rushed off to do his work, his voice echoing off the corridors before becoming distant. A couple seconds pass before you feel your phone notification system click off; 1 message -> 'I love you'

3 dozen kisses when you weakly sob into the crook of his shoulder, his hands rubbing comforting circles against the fabrics of your shirt. His lips carry sweet nothings as sorrow drowns out into tranquility. A couple more dozen kisses to your face simply because he feels like it, grasping your chin with care, chuckling softly against your lips as butterflies dance on the surface of his chest. He is addicted to your saccharin lips, his own becoming swollen and painted magenta as he draws himself closer for another round of vehement kisses.

2 squeezes to the palm on your hand, which was interlaced firmly within his own, his thumb drawing lazy circles at the curve of your fingers and knuckles. It was mundane yet so intimate at the same time. A simple thing to do in the gaze of prying eyes as you both stroll in the park, the sun's warm rays, or the moon's cool gaze bathing you in fluorescent hues. Yet it didn't compare to the sensation pulling at his heart when he feels those two gentle squeeze to his hand, a silent agreed upon codeword; 'I love you'

1 diamond ring amongst the eve of the horizon. Yellow streaks paint the sky in an alluring glow, making the moment perfect. His palm is becoming sweaty by the passing moment, and his breath hitches as he props himself down to one knee. The ten paper rings failed at preparing him for this moment as he brought all his courage to ask that one last question, and despite the growing hue on his cheeks, his eyes remained on yours. His lips slightly quivered as he took a deep breath, 'Marry me?'

Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Childe(?), ACE TRAPPOLA, Riddle Rosehearts, Jamil Viper, Silver, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, Noé Archviste, Roland Fortis, Osamu Dazai(?), Tetchō Suehiro, Chūya Nakahara

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weirdronpa · 9 months

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Danganronpa Doodles!!

Take these low effort doodles (because I feel bad for not posting) I have a LARGE project in the works aka it's a large project for me, and it's taking longer than I expected. I really planned to have it out by now, but I've been too busy to finish it. I hope these doodles suffice for now!

Also, take this little spoiler for my MAIN project right now. This is just one of three unfinished ship drawings! (Can you guess the theme of all three?)

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volivolition · 1 month

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heyheyheyheyhey. Voli. Plz make Authroity propaganda too I want him to win

hi! so uh. i don't have a solid design for Authority yet (besides "oh buddy you would not survive the ides of march, huh?") and also i love Esprit (skill of community and connections to like-minded people... camaraderie! being part of a group! my friend) and also this is not the main poll im focusing on at the moment [INTENSE ADHD CREATURE STARING AT VOLITION] but hell yeah, im down to make little a silly thing for them!! as a treat <3

^ yay!! go vote for guys who i don't have solid designs for~!! [tinny yippee sound effect]

WHITE CHECK: CONCEPTUALIZATION [IMPOSSIBLE] - Draw convincing Authority propaganda. +1 Love drawing the skills -1 Haven't slept yet -1 Haven't designed him yet -1 Haven't written his Character Study Chapter yet -2 Past attempts looked like UnderfelI Papyrus... -2 Rooting for Esprit?? -3 ROOTING FOR SHIVERS -5 Hyperfocus trained on Volition -5 AND VOLITION IS LOSING 😭

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - What do you mean failure? No, it's simple, watch how naturally it comes to you. Just take the psyche purple, shade in the dark eye sockets, touches of glowing white pupils, a stern expression, awful eyebags, just darken the center of the face as a whole, add the… broken… crown...

CONCEPTUALIZATION - OH GODDAMMIT, that's just Crownhead again. This has Implications for your personal fanfic universal canon lore that you are unsure how to contend with right now. Sorry, your creativity has officially clocked out. A doodle will have to suffice.

#propaganda to me is just. draw the skill. there you go! usually some kind of call to action but since im an esprit guy thats probably not #the message you want hdkjh...#listen. authority is very important! he has integral checks in the game! he says very funny lines sometimes and i think hes neat!#but as a guy who is. frightened of confrontation. to the point where i dont even like dms? authority is not the guy i often go to :']#''TAKE CHARGE!! ASSERT YOUR DOMINANCE!!! GET UP IN THEIR FACE!!!!'' ''i'd really rather not :'] thank you tho authority!! ;-;''#auth is referred to as ''lieutenant'' here! volition is ''captain'' (my harry's signature skill!) and empathy is ''yefreitor''#(em actually has the most natural skill points but turns down leadership. he opts for being voli's right hand instead! besties :])#sorry i was definitely not the best guy to go to for this i have to admit hkjhd <3 im personally rooting for shivers as the overall winner!#with optional places for empathy volition and echem (<- ough. echem hkjhg...) and like. any motorics skill. i love the motorics lmao #best of luck tho!!! <3 #volta transmissions #voliart

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benikotrigonarp · 3 months

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Quick little drawing I did of my Yin-Yang baby hehe not my proudest work but it’ll suffice for now as a pfp until i make a better one

Along woth some extra doodles I made of Mephone (+ one Yin-Yang doodle in the corner)

AND IM SUPER EXCITED AND TERRIFIED FOR THE FINALE TOMORROW BECAUSE IF IT ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER IM GONNA DIE

I might do a post and drop a shitton of headcanons I have although first I gotta freak out over the finale after it’s released

#object shows #ii #iii #inanimate insanity #ii mephone4 #inanimate insanity mephone4 #osc #yin yang ii #yin yang #ii yinyang #ignore the fact I forgot mephones scales in like every doodle but one #i also cant draw paws without claws that well #candle paintbursh lightbulb testtube fan and bot designs are in progress #probably gonna finish candle first since i had a really cool ass idea for her

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disruptivevoib · 6 months

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any coil content? he hasnt fronted in a bit so i wanna surprise him with him content when he returns

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Greetings Harmonia anon! I admittedly have been neglecting Coil a bit since his return.

I should absolutely draw him more, that is my bad!! But, I will say I am working on redesigns of my Sun Down 2/3rds, and I will hand over Coil from an alternate timeline

And his very normal companion, Ozymandias, who is definitely not sleeping so hard he faded from existence and their conciousnesses lightly melded through a link to form a guy who named himself Xenon.

No sir..

I do also have this doodle of Rook.. hmmmm

A lot of my doodles of my boy are of him half dead. I need to be kinder to him...

He really is such an abnormal Mind though! Far more willing to listen than usual, but that's due to the whole "got shot and realized he made mistakes" thing. Which he did spend most of his floor time witnessing Yarn and Twine being very abusive to one another and feeling as if there should've been something he could have done to avoid it. So he listens now, and he really tries to help.

Not that he is devoid of the Mind typical "my way or the highway" at times, nor the stern or critiquing voice. He is just very wary about it because he doesn't want to get injured further (and every time he has tries to be forceful or do it again, he's been once more injured by a Heart.)

Hopefully this suffices... I have again realized I neglect my little guy too much.

#I NEED TO DO ANOTHER COIL PIECE!!!!!!!!!!#I need to do more pieces with all of them #its funny though Yarn is the only one without a piece by himself irc #Coil has the tarot card which I wanna redo lowkey #I have more...knowledge on that now #but twine has the mirror piece and a noose related piece #Twine is my favorite can you tell?? maybe. Not that I dont favor ALL of sun down over most of my characters #again not that I dislike anyone #I love them all so much #anyways I should do more tarots #asks #voidthoughts #mmm mmmm tarot..#sun down au

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twigg96 · 1 year

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Just saying that your metalocalypse headcanons give me life, I adore them all 🥺 (honestly I read them every other day)

Inspired by this, what would the boys and Magnus be like with a goth S/O that seems to be rather serious but has a booming, sonorous laughter?

🥺🥺🥺 omg @stop-hammertime that means so much to me thank you so so much!!!

Nathan:

- He fucking adored his S/O. Every little bit of them. From the way their skin felt when he ran his hand along it in the early mornings. The way they smiled at him when they first woke up, make up smeared and hair a mess. To the gorgeous laugh he got out of them when he started a tickle fight, often more when they were being a lazy bones and wanted to just lay in bed all day. He remembered the first time he ever heard it. It was before they ever started dating. The reason they caught his eye really. He had been at another boring meeting. Charles was droning on and on about tour dates. Nathan had been taking notes at first but eventually lost interest in the activity in order to doodle absentmindedly on the page. A brutal bloody fist was the first to adorn the lined paper followed by a cute fishy. The way he had it set up it looked as if the fish had punched someone. It looked epic. That is until he heard that laugh. Looking up he met the eyes of someone he was sure he’d never see again. A new singer that was auditioning to open for them. He was certain Charles was going blow his top when they interrupted him. But instead he signed the contract with them to keep them on full time. “Something about them… gotta see about something.” He said before adjourning the meeting early. And Nathan knew there most certainly was something different about them that he liked very much.

Pickles:

- The red head was starting to become increasingly frustrated with the fact that he could not get his partner to laugh. On multiple accounts now they have spontaneously gotten him to burst into rub cracking laughter. Once they didn’t even have to touch him or speak before he was in tearing giggles that caused his sides to ache for days. He wasn’t even high that time. Pickles huffed thinking of ways to try and get them to laugh. Even if it was a just a chuckled. Hell a pity laugh would suffice. So Pickles set out on a quest. He tried great jokes. “Yesterday I saw a guy spill all his Scrabble letters on the road. I asked him, “What’s the word on the street?” They didn’t work they just huffed and shook their head. He tried anti jokes. “A man walks into a bar… “ouch.” He said.” They didn’t work either his partner simply rolled their eyes and smiled. He tried dirty jokes. “Give it to me! Give it to me!" she yelled. "I'm so wet, give it to me now!" She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella.” They simply made his partner groan and smack his arm with a sly smirk. He tried tickling his partner. But they just stood there and smiled. He tried juggling random things and making a skit. Nope. Nothing seemed to work. UNTIL. The day he and his partner had made a silent truce over the issue. Pickles knew he’d pick it up again later but as the two sat and ate their ice cream cuddled on the park bench he was more than comfortable to just sit in silence and eat his Orange sherbet. That is until a seagull decided to shit all over the top of his bald head. Pickles cringed blinking in confusion. Until he heard it. That laugh. God that laugh that could be from an angel… Pickles looked over smiling broadly as his partner reached over wiping the bird poop away from his face and head with an extra napkin. Tears streamed from their eyes making their makeup run but he didn’t care. Pickles felt like the luckiest man on the damned planet.

Murderface:

- He truly respected his partner in every sense of the word. The day the two met William knew for a fact he was going to be with them for the rest of his life. They dated for months. It was rare for him to see his partner in anything other than black. But that was fucking awesome. Even the little black lipstick smudges they left on his face were awesome. He of course had heard them laugh before. Loads of times. He was the funniest motherfucker out there. But the time came when he introduced his partner to his Grandma Stella and Grandpa Thunderbolt. William was so nervous about what they would say… or what his grandma would say rather. But his S/O had been so supportive and willing to meet them he couldn’t help but relax a little. That is until the comments started to fly. “Wow William… they sure do wear a lot of black don’t they? They’ll get awful hot down in the humid heat we live in. You’ll have to make sure they stay hydrated when you two come visit.” “How’d you catch a great person like them? Ya know when you’re you.” “Don’t they ever laugh? They just smile away but where’s the laugh?” William wanted to tear his ears off. Then suddenly, his partner was laughing. His grandma had pulled out one of his old baby photos. The one where he was in the bath tub and his butt was out. They were in tears doubled over, laughing over the photo on the smartphone Stella held proudly. “Ha! I knew I could get them to laugh!”

Skwisgaar:

- He and his partner didn’t plan to be “long term”. He and his partner had planned to be a one time thing. But that simply wasn’t the case. Skwisgaar fondly remembered picking them out of the crowd at their last concert. He remembered their night of passion. He remembered making the most out of every moment, going to lengths to make them feel so amazing that only the sound of their moans could be heard through the halls of mordhaus that night. He remembered the sweet after care. How tender he was with them, and wanted to be despite never having been before. Trailing his fingers down sweaty skin he tried to engrain every freckle, curve, mole, piercing and perfection on their body to his memory. That’s when he heard it. Their laugh made him jump at first, stunning him as he stared into their beautiful eyes. They looked embarrassed but gods. He could listen to their laughter all day. And so he tried to make that happen. Sparking a tickle fight that lead into another round of passionate love making he realized, this wasn’t going to be just a one night thing.

Toki:

- He fucking loved his S/Os ascetic. Brightly colored dyed hair, cool head bands with animal ears, cute hair pins, black make up, black clothes with sick logos and splashes of bright colors that brought the whole look to life. Pastel Goth is what they called it. Toki loved it. Much like his band mates, his partner was much more down to earth than he was. Toki wasn’t one to be very serious. He often gave them outlandish ideas for group outings or dates. “Let’s go to Paris! Dat ams romantic right?! Den we can go to de falls of Niagara in de afternoon to watch de sun set!” His partner always brings him back to reality careful not to crush his dreams but always gentle to remind him of time zones, travel restrictions, and laws of physics. One day however he catches them off guard. “We’re going to have to go to de moons. Because a day without you is like a day without you.” He had heard his partner laugh before. But not so honestly and sweetly. The way they covered their face to keep their teeth from showing as they giggled trying to shove their laughter back down, sent shivers down his back. He loved the sound and instantly wanted more. “Sos… ams dat a no?”

Magnus:

- He had first met his partner at the local bar. He tried to preform for small crowds to garner enough spare cash to make it through the month. Unfortunately the name Magnus Hammersmith wasn’t as popular as it once was when he was a member of Dethklok… but he made the best of his 30ish paying viewers. He supposed he couldn’t hope for better considering it was just him and his guitar. That was until the gorgeous sound of the bars piano started to play alongside his guitar. Looking over Magnus spotted his future partner, although he didn’t know that at the time. He was just simply grateful for any help he could get. Together the pair made triple the amount of tips he could have by himself. Magnus offered them a sizable amount but they refused stating they were just happy to play. “You’re fucking nuts… you know that right?” Magnus muttered making his musical partner laugh and nod. It was a sound he’d happy pay them to hear again. But instead he simply blushed and offered his number. “Wanna get a bite to eat sometime? My treat…”

#i love my mutuals #thank you so much for the ask #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse headcanons #metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #magnus hammersmith

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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Hello🌻

I was wondering if you have doodles of Mother Star or generally of Eclipse, Lunar, Sun, Moon, Pluto etc.

I enjoy your drawings, they are so sweet and I would love to see them. That is if you don't mind sharing them.

Hello!

Here's a quick lil concept painting of Star Mom <3

I don't tend to share WIPS or doodles a lot because I get caught in that "this isn't good enough to post" loop sm. (I am working on this)

Thus, most of my doodles stay hidden or end up scrapped before I can post them.

That being said. Here's a concept WIP for the gods in their human forms

It's a little messy, sorry. Anyway! I hope these suffice for now while I'm cooking up things in the background! Thank you for this ask <3 <3 <3

I'm so glad you like my work!

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au #star mom

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wolf-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 month

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Did a little something special for me-

So, I absolutely love Dolly Parton's song Jolene. It's been a favorite of mine for a long time, and I can't help but hum it to myself from time to time and think "How beautiful was Jolene for the most gorgeous woman I've seen to be that put off?"

So, I did a little doodling. Now, I can't express how I had seen the fictional woman look in my mind. The easiest way to describe her for me is: sunlight in a meadow. The most perfect summer day where the temperature is at just the right spot and the grass is greener than anything. Sitting on the porch with a cool glass of fresh lemonade and the golden sunset basking down on one's skin, and it's so gold- mind you- that it's like you're staring into heaven. The smell of freshly mown lawn and dew right after a nice rain.

Just pure summer bliss.

I couldn't ever replicate that in art. But, my attempt still is a work in progress, and though not exactly how I pictured it, I felt like a roguish pirate would suffice enough. Who else is out in the sun long enough to catch that feeling? Just imagine a piratess with flaming hair! A siren so deeply infatuated that her own powers to seduce becomes null at the sight of Jolene.

(Sorry, this is 4 am brain right now- I get poetic and philosophical)

I will post the finished piece when I'm done. Good night, twats 🫶

#art #pirates #pirate fanart #jolene #dolly parton #dolly partons jolene #jolene fanart

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lee-sol · 8 months

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ㅤclimbing in through his window at 10:30 in the morning, they're tugging their backpack off almost before their boots even touch the floor. grin spread wide across their face, byan drops to take a seat next to him on his bed and, leaning over, they press a quick kiss to his cheek.

ㅤㅤ" mornin'. "ㅤtempted as they are, they don't say happy birthday. it doesn't strike them as an occasion sol particularly looks forward too, and as someone who relates deeply with such a sentiment... they know that sometimes, the day is better if it's not directly acknowledged. they still plan to celebrate him, but that doesn't mean they have to say why they're doing it.

ㅤㅤ" thought we could spend the day together, "ㅤthey continue, their attention shifting back to the bag they've set at their feet. tugging the zipper open, byan bends forward and reaches inside carefully, extracting a bouquet of rather cheerful and bright, if somewhat ruffled, flowers.

ㅤㅤ" figured we'd get lunch at that place you like — my treat — and like, i dunno, go to a movie or somethin'. here. "ㅤthrusting the flowers into sol's hands, they don't mention how they skipped a few meals over the past few weeks in order to save up some of the cash they've pickpocketed to make this day happen, instead reaching back into their bag, looking rather excited. pulling free a present neatly wrapped in newspaper that's been covered with a variety of doodles in vibrantly coloured sharpies to make it less boring, all topped off with a pink ribbon, they set their attention back on sol.

ㅤㅤ" maybe get some boba or ice cream after? "ㅤeyes bright, byan shoves their backpack away with one foot, turning to face their boyfriend more directly now as they hold the gift out toward him. they hope he likes it. they think he'll like it. inside the wrapping, he'll find a bag of his favourite coffee beans set atop a sweater in a soft blue colour with small yellow suns at the end of each sleeve, all made entirely by their own hand with the coziest fabric they could get their hands on.ㅤ" i dunno, whatever you feel like. i figured we could decide as we go. how's'at sound? "

he'd been up half an hour before they climbed through his window, and instead of getting up to start the day, he opted to just lay there. he wasn't in any particular rush to get up and start the day, in fact, he was just about to fall back asleep, when he heard the sound of the window opening.

that sound has become one of his favorites, as evidenced by the way he perks up from it, because it meant they were coming through his window. he's quick to sit up, stretching, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, as he watches them move to sit next to him. almost automatically, he leans against them, a soft smile gracing his lips once his cheek is kissed.

“ morning. ” he echoes, shifting so they've got an easier time accessing their bag. he watches them carefully, unsure of what they might pull out of it. despite it being his birthday, he doesn't think he needs anything, a day out with them would suffice. so, when they produce a bouquet of flowers, he's pleasantly surprised.

“ hey, you didn't ha- ” he starts, but his words are cut off by the flowers being handed to him. and when they start talking about the possible plans for today, that soft smile on his face grows, and there's a fond expression on his face. while he wasn't particularly excited about today, their excitement is contagious. this is the first time in a very long time he's excited about today.

they're pulling something else out from their bag, and before he can get another word out, they're holding a gift out for him to take. he does take it, setting it on his lap. after admiring every little detail on the newspaper wrapping, he carefully opens it, revealing what's inside. he sees the bag of coffee beans first, and now that the bag is free from the wrapping, he can smell them too.

the smile on his face grows wider, now he's practically grinning from ear to ear at this point. he sets the bag of coffee beans aside, and carefully unfolds the shirt underneath it, fingers running against the soft fabric, as he takes in every little detail that had been put into it. “ yeah, all of those sound like good ideas. that's something we can figure out as we go. ” he looks up again, and leans in to press his lips against theirs. it's one of those kisses that's used as a way to show his appreciation, lasting until he needs to pull away for air. once he's pulled away from the kiss, he doesn't go far, resting his forehead against theirs. “ thank you, i appreciate you so, so much. i'm excited to spend the day with you. ”

#byanyan #excuse him while he 🥹🥹🥹#this is so cute i kshdgkd #( answered. )

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jiggowatts · 10 months

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CELEBRATE! Happy 9th anniversary to one of the most amazing and intricate franchises to exist. Since its release back in the good ol’ days, FNaF was a core part of my childhood - it helped me draw and develop a style. To this day it remains near and dear to my heart, as I’m sure it does to others too! Here’s a little art of Freddy and the King of Five Nights at Freddy’s himself, Markiplier!

Thank you Scott for creating such an intricate franchise that means so much to so many people. I wish I could’ve drawn something better, but I guess this doodle will have to suffice for now 🐻❤️

#fnaf #character design #art #illustration #artist #digital art #five nights at freddy's #fnaf art #markiplier #illustrator #character art #fanart #fnaf movie #freddy fazbear

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phoenixfeatherquillwriting · 2 years

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Dove Writes a Short Story (for the First Time in Months): Constellan Fairy Tales!

Written with a prompt from @inkdropsonroses and shared for your reading pleasure! Prompt: “Aris reads Constellan fairy tales to a sick Katri to help her feel better.”

“Katri, darling, I truly think the best thing for this is some sleep." The girl's cheeks flushed red in a way her brown Constellan skin simply was not meant to do when she was healthy, and it was hard to tell if the moisture on her brow was from the cool cloth or simply sweat. It was only a virus, nothing dangerous so far as Aris could tell, but her little one was clearly miserable.

"But it hurts," she whined as if to prove the point. "I know it does," Aris said, trying for sympathetic and probably not succeeding. "You know, Ash brought me a book when I was about your age and sick one of my first times away from home..." Katri was still young enough to respond well to being read a story.... maybe Ash's gift would get a new lease on life on Katri's bookshelf rather than gathering dust on her own. Katri nodded with a touch of her usual enthusiasm...and dislodged the cloth for the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

Aris stooped to pull the book out, a heavy gilded thing that she'd nearly had a heart attack imagining the price of until Ash assured her they found it "wasting away" in a secondhand bookshop (which they had promptly taken her to once she recovered enough to go out again.) It was made for children, but the illustrations were so pleasing, Ash had said they couldn't pass it up, especially not when they saw renditions of the Kutsal region folktales they had grown up hearing, but were new to Aris. With the benefit of so many years, Aris knew now that Ash had been trying to give her a bit of their home when hers clearly didn't suffice. Though Katri was from her own province, not Ash's, it seemed a good precedent. Besides, Ash had annotated their favorites for her, and Katri always liked hearing what "Arundi and Pibby" were like in their young days. Bringing it over--still with no idea what she would read--she slid the book onto Katri's lap. "It's better if you choose. The ones with the red stars next to them are the ones Ash liked best when they were little." Katri grinned for the first time all afternoon and promptly began hunting for Ash's messy doodles. "This one!" she said, pointing: it was a tale of a dragon that made its home in a hidden mountain pass. Ash had always loved dragons, or so they said. Aris turned to the appointed page and found an illustration of the glittering golden creature wound around its "hoard" of magical items, gifted to it by the travelers who had befriended it on their journeys. In her native Firet, dragons were fierce creatures, never to be crossed, but it seemed the "sharp edges" of their scales were "sanded down" in the tales of the mountain folk. A cynical part of her supposed the ancients had to believe the mountains were full of benevolent rather than cruel creatures, or nobody would have ever dared to settle them at all. She did not tell Katri this, certain it would start an argument she was in no shape to have. After all, Ash would say that "dragons were large friends, you shouldn't bad-mouth them!" "What's their name?" Katri asked as she looked at the illustration. "I want to do it in calligraphy when I'm better." "Let's see here...oh, well, it doesn't have a name in the story, but it looks like Ash gave it a name on the side." Aris squinted a little to read Ash's messy Constellan letters-even worse than their English handwriting-but they had tried for her, and that was what counted. "It looks like...I think Ash Decreed that this dragon is called Zavmari, it's a name that means 'amber-eyed' in Kutsal dialect." As Aris began to read, it became clear that the dragon had no name because every traveler who passed it gave it a new name along with the gifts. Ash had simply been 'taking part' in the storied tradition, unable to keep their hands out of anything. When prodded, Aris said she would have called it Liorko, "someone who brings light," and Katri chose Illionai, which meant "full of fire." Aris added her name choice like a crown on the dragon's head, and Katri added hers in a burst of flame coming from the creature's mouth when she turned the page. Before long, Katri called Espen in to ask him to take part, and Rissa and Ione too. Ash heard what they were up to with a delighted grin and quickly began assembling a stream of well-wishers for the sick member of the family. Once Tavi had word of it, she brought Kesha, Zira, and Peony in. Liz and Beth came with their former student, Thandie, and Tavi's triplets, boyfriend Danny, and Aris' mother brought up the rear, Nyx insisting Aris begin the story again. Once everyone was assembled, the dragon began collecting more names in one afternoon than it probably had since the book was published. But, Katri seemed to be feeling much better, and it was agreed that when she could get out from under her blanket pile again, J, Rose, and Azura (the ‘foreigners’) would be invited to join the Constellan tradition.

#dove writes #short story #dove's useless ocs #OC: Katri #OC: Aris #OC: Ash #writer friends #inky #mine

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raylex · 1 year

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💫 RAYMAN GO!!!

RAYMANRAYMANRAYMAN (DOES A LITTLE DANCE)

THANK Y'ALL FOR THE ASKS! hope both of your weekends are going good!!! NOW. RAYMAN. let me take you on a JOURNEY through the years, powered by my autism.

let's start off by asking ourselves a question like we're french philosophers. who is rayman?

rayman is the creation of a man named michel ancel. ancel had always loved videogames, and he had spent much of his life doodling little characters and coming up with ideas for them. around 1992, ancel created his favourite character: rayman!

rayman ended up being left with no arms or legs in order to be easier to animate due to, y'know, several technical limitations at the time. this ended up being a fantastic decision, because not only was it unique and creative, but it opened up for so many more possibilities than normal in regards to his moveset! ah, but i'm getting ahead of myself.

around that same time, development began on a game starring ancel's new character. at first it was planned to be released on the super nintendo, but this was scrapped and it got reworked into an atari jaguar game instead. and such, in 1995, the world was introduced to our platforming limbless wonder ❤

following the release of the first rayman game, it was quickly realized how much potential this series had for its future. tons of edutainment games were created, the game got ported to a whole bunch of different platforms, and eventually, a sequel was developed for the n64 and pc in 1999. i present to you, rayman 2: the great escape!

i would insert a joke here about "Rayman had a rough transition into 3d" but that couldn't be further from the truth. rayman's transition into 3d got nothing but praise! this game has been included in multiple lists for the greatest games of all time. suffice to say, this is a common favourite among rayman fans, and for good reason!

a fun fact about this game is that it has been ported to basically every console imaginable. it's like the doom of platforming. you could probably play rayman 2 on your calculator. rayman 2 microwave speedrun when?

anyways, during this time, a tv show was also in production! it unfortunately only got four episodes in before it was cancelled, but it's still great fun. billy west voices rayman, it's hilarious, i recommend giving it a watch. it sort of follows the scrapped plot that the original rayman 2 had.

before we get to my BELOVED rayman 3, i want to point out one port of rayman 2 in particular that's interesting: rayman revolution, released in 2000!

rayman revolution is the ps2 port of rayman 2, and let me tell you, it's got, like, hours worth of more content than the original game did. it SLAPS. in my opinion, it's my favourite version of rayman 2, but some people feel it's a bit over-bloated with all the new added content. i think it's awesome though. it's got an openworld hub world and everything!

anyways, moving on from rayman 2, we get to my FAVOURITE game in the entire franchise. i love this game so much, i could gush about it for HOURS. RAYMAN 3: HOODLUM HAVOC.

I LOVE RAYMAN 3 SO MUCH, Y'ALL. IT'S INSANE. i literally have practically the entire game memorized in my head.

so for this game, michel ancel actually wasn't directly involved with a lot of it. he did, however, help out with a new redesign of our titular main character! this was 2003, everything had to have that early 2000's edge, and rayman was no exception. so he donned a hoodie, got some sick new kicks, and got a fresh sharp new haircut. and he looks SO GOOD Y'ALL but i'm not going to go into how handsome i think he is because i'm gay enough already. BUT SERIOUSLY, COME ON, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE'S SO BADASS.

MY LOVE ❤❤❤❤❤

although rayman 3 didn't do as well as rayman 2 did, it wasn't considered a BAD game or anything (i will fight anyone who thinks this is a bad game 😤😤😤), and so the franchise continued... and we got, uh. rayman raving rabbids, in 2006.

i'm using an older ps2 cover here purely because i think it looks cooler but the game was primarily developed with the wii in mind seeing as it ended up being a party game. initially, it was developed as rayman 4, and it was supposed to be a platformer like the others (i could rant about the scrapped prototype for a WHILE) but they tossed that concept aside because they wanted to incorporate the wii playstyle into it.

i am not a huge fan of the rabbids. they're like the minions before the minions existed. i actually didn't even know they were in the same franchise as rayman until i got into the rayman franchise, because they ended up branching off and ubisoft favoured rabbids games over rayman... so he sort of got abandoned for a while. in the period between 2006 to 2011 we got some rabbids games. i'm not going to go over them because 100% honestly i do not care for them a whole lot HAHA.

well, 2011 rolls around, and our boy rayman is back in the spotlight with RAYMAN ORIGINS!

despite its title, it's a direct sequel to rayman 3, not a prequel (though it was originally supposed to be, and it was gonna detail rayman's past and how he grew into the hero that he was, but that idea was put aside last minute).

rayman's returned to his 2d platformer roots and he's here to just go through goofy shenanigans and kick some ass and i can respect that!

in 2013, we got a sequel to rayman origins, rayman legends! another great game. i played this one with two of my friends and i had so much fun.

both really good games!

anyways for the next near-decade we just got a bunch of mobile runner games that recycled origins and legends assets. they're fine, nothing noteworthy.

nowadays, ubisoft hasn't paid much mind to rayman anymore, despite him being the mascot that got them where they are today, and they still seem to favour the rabbids, considering that they got in a game with MARIO before rayman did. but it seems like ubisoft hasn't completely forgotten about their old friend... :D

let me tell you. 2023 cannot come fast enough.

#sorry for the essay y'all i just love rayman an ungodly amount and will take any and every opportunity to infodump #ask games #frozenhi-chews #anon #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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chibistarlyte · 2 years

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doodle of borg shouto from my tododeku star trek fic

i have this wild idea to draw the entire fic as a comic, but for now, this little doodle will have to suffice!

#my art #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #bnha todoroki #todoroki #todoroki bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha art #bnha fanart #traditional fanart

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 2 years

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Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

Eddie wants so badly to tell Steve the pressing matters on his mind. So much so that he's willing to bike all the way in the rain to show him just how he feels.

⚠️ Warnings: Slight Angst, mentions of scars, kinda sexual wording?⚠️

The rain poured and poured nonstop outside of the Family Video Store. It was dark and dreary, but when it was matched with the most spontaneous bike ride and a Walkman that played Iron Maiden, it was just perfect. The puddles splashed around as the new droplets of water joined the ground, making short tapping noises almost as if the sky was speaking in Morose Code. The night was just starting to fall which meant that the sky was a dark and hazy blue-grey, a calming and pretty sight to passersby. The stars were just starting to peek out as they twinkled onto the dark pavement below. The only thing that lit up the lot was the Family Video Store fluorescent lighting which shone on the cracks and pebbles of the pavement Eddie rode on, bike wheels slightly scuffing up the earth. His curly brown hair was now down to his shoulders since it was wet beyond belief and his clothes were equally soaked. His Hellfire Club shirt stuck to his midsection and his black ripped jeans became ten times heavier with the weight of the water holding him down. Still, he pushed through as he caught a glimpse of the writing on his shoes, urging him to go on. In the whitest parts of the soles Steve had written him little phrases. The little doodles of stars and smiley faces added to the butterflies starting to form in the pit of Eddie's chest as he knew what he was about to do.

The bike made a scraping noise as he came to an immediate halt the moment he made it to the front doors. He couldn't wait until he could exchange it for a motorbike of sorts, once he graduated highschool once and for all that is. Until then, the red chipped paint and the handlebars that locked up with every given chance would have to suffice. Throwing the transportation device onto the sidewalk, Eddie gave himself a slight pep talk before he went into the store. The movie posters that had been printed on the windows added to the feeling of excitement when he noticed one of them was The Evil Dead. Fiddling with the rings on one of his hands, he shook his wrist as the anxiety of the situation finally hit him. Still raining, he knew his slight eyeliner must've run down his face and would most likely cause a scene once he was inside the familiar store. Hopefully, since it was just closing, Eddie would be able to get in undetected via lack of customers.

Pushing open the doors, a bell resounds throughout the entirety of the small building, signifying the presence of someone entering. The carpet looked the same as he remembered, dirty and printed with that horrid triangular design exclusive to the 80's. However, even though the front desk stayed the same, the rest of the displays had been moved around expertly to accommodate all of the vhs tapes that littered the shelves. Eddie pushed on further inside, starting to regret his decision until his eyes made direct contact with Steve "The Hair" Harrington, wearing the most ridiculous green vest.

It felt as though time itself had stopped as if Eddie and Steve were the only beings in the world. Steve's hair was everywhere which told the metalhead that he had been stressed and ripping at his hair again. His light blue polo underneath the horrendous work attire brought out the phenomenal golden color of his skin and his dark brown eyes looked Eddie up and down. From the tips of his toes to the hair on his head, Steve took everything in and drank it into his memory, keeping it there as if he needed to remember every minute detail about Eddie and his physicality. The leather jacket under his patched up denim and his ridiculous perm that seemed to be exclusive to the music nerds of Hawkins High. The bats that were hidden under Eddie's clothing called out to Steve in an odd way, as if his fingers burned from the possibility of being able to graze over that portion of Eddie's skin.

Eddie offered up a slight smile to which the other boy returned, a grin that had melted the hearts of many and offered a sort of solace for the kids Eddie played D&D with. Steve was very handsome, he thought. It made him want to melt into the floor everytime he got to see the smile that showed off his brilliant teeth.

"Ahoy!- er- shit that was my last job, sorry." Steve chuckled and pushed the hair that was falling into his eyes away from his face, tucking a strand of it behind his ear as he leant on the red desk from behind. The telephone on the right of his arm was just as red as the counter and presumably Eddie's cheeks by this point. Thinking about Harrington was one thing, seeing him in the flesh was another.

"Ah it's okay, I didn't come to rent a movie." Eddie put one of his feet in front of the other, gently tapping the sole to the tip of the shoe in an anxious manner. He tried to look at anything but the beautiful boy in front of him, finding it excruciatingly hard for him to think about anything else. The ceiling tiles, the movies, the floor, the telephone, everything was so disinteresting compared to the radiance of Steve Harrington. Eddie was torn from his thoughts the moment he saw the pen lettering on his shoe.

'Never change, Munson.'

Steve had written that with a borrowed pen from Robin at one of Eddie's Corroded Coffin shows. He had played a total of two songs and there were about ten people who showed, but Steve was one of them. Eddie wouldn't have had it any other way; watching the popular boy glance at him over his guitar, tongue slightly escaping his lips as he glanced at Eddie's hands which were put to work on the strings, playing the familiar Metallica tune.

"What can I do for you then, Eddie? ...Did you bike here?" Steve asked, voice laced with slight concern. It never failed to make Eddie's insides twist and turn into something one could only describe as pure and utter admiration for another human being.

"I-I-" He began, but got lost in the words. How would he come clean about his feelings? How would he possibly be able to put into words the exact way he felt whenever Steve drove him to school or when he would smile at him from afar? How would he be able to get Steve to comprehend how he felt when he came to one of his shows? How would Eddie put into words how badly he wanted to touch Steve beyond the friendly handshakes and fist bumps?

"I think I might have a sweater lying around somewhere in the back if you want some dry clothes." Steve started to flip up the corner of the desk so he could walk out to the break room. He was wearing those stupid khakis that were so exclusive to the father community of Hawkins that Eddie would've had to suppress a laugh if he wasn't so invigorated with the current task at hand. Moving towards him, he threw all caution to the wind as he grabbed the other boy's hand, stopping him from moving any further and replacing the comfortable expression on his face with one of confusion. Steve's brows were furrowed but his hands and face were hot unbeknownst to the metalhead. This was the closest they had been in proximity by themselves, without the familiar screaming of the kids or the incessant nagging from Robin and Nancy. Just pure and utter silence and two boys looking for the right words to say.

"Steve."

"Eddie."

Eddie shifted in his spot, moving his jacket up with his shoulders and uncomfortably being awkward. Suddenly the store seemed hot and suffocating, the walls closing in on the two of them in his mind. Yet even with this sense of claustrophobia, he wanted to get even closer to Steve and to feel his hot breath exhaling against his skin and to feel the heat of him flush against his chest. To play with the hair that was always freshly sprayed with Farrah Faucet and the trace over the imperfections on his skin. Every scar, freckle, and mole on his body yearned to be touched by Steve's lips and the thought alone made him shudder in excitement. He knew he had to say this now before he was never able to again.

"I think-"

"Think what?" Steve harmlessly glanced at his face once more, trying to pick out what it was he was feeling.

"I think I feel more towards you than just a friend." Eddie finally let the words roll off his tongue and into the open air, surrounding the two of them as though they were music notes, echoing inside his mind and bouncing off the body of the boy in front of him. For a moment, Eddie felt relieved but quickly composed himself as he awaited a response.

Steve felt very very weird. He had never felt this type of way in his life, being at an indecision of what to do. He didn't know whether to freak out and shun away the thoughts he knew he had about Eddie months prior to his confession, or to accept it and let the boy know he felt the same. This would change everything and yet, it would change nothing. Eddie was so gorgeous. His hair was still dripping onto the floor that Steve was supposed to clean up after his shift, which ended twenty minutes ago. The chains and patches loosely placed onto his jeans and jacket made Steve's insides go wild at the thought of tracing over them with his hands, cautiously wondering what they would feel like under his tongue. But- despite all this- he remained expressionless, glued to his spot and not saying anything.

Eddie felt his heart break. He felt every inch of his chest erupt into fire, killing the butterflies that stemmed from his admiration and longing and anxiousness. It was all too much for him to handle. The worst part was knowing that he would have to go on as though nothing ever happened between him and the King of Hawkins High. As if every aching of his heart wasn't pointed in the direction of the one person on earth he'd wanted to be his lover since day one.

Turning around, he walked out of Family Video. The sky was now fully dark and the rain still beat against the windows, his bike now fully wet with the water that sloshed down from the gutters on the roof and the water that filled the puddles in the pavement. His heart felt similar to that in a way- just an open cavity slowly drowning from the inside out.

"Eddie!" Steve shouted from the door, but Eddie didn't want to hear it. He mounted his bike with tears in his eyes, mixing with the rain that fell from the clouds overhead. He paid no mind to Steve, who was now in the rain with him. It wasn't until he started to ride off that Steve knew he couldn't let him go. He couldn't just allow him to think that he didn't feel the same longing as he did. As if he didn't think about loving him in every extremity. Running faster, Steve managed to stand in Eddie's direction with his arms held out in an attempt to stop him from going any further. The tears threatening to spill from eyes became too much as Steve allowed them to fall, an emotion he didn't portray often.

"Eddie. I think about you that way too!"

The metalhead hopped off the bike. Standing just a few feet apart from the boy he'd grown to love, he felt the water escaping his lungs as the universe allowed him to breathe again. It was as if someone had conducted a surgery on his heart and fixed him and all the spontaneity he held within him before. All because Steve said the three words that he'd thought walking into the video store tonight.

"I love you."

And there it was. Rain still pouring relentlessly and both boys with cheeks so red you'd think they'd gotten a sunburn in the middle of autumn, there it was. The raw and beautiful emotion of two lovers who had been torn apart by society but still found a way back to one another. A couple of hesitant footsteps in front of them and the soft sobs that could be heard from Steve pushed the couple closer and closer until eventually the thoughts of tasting one another became actions. The thoughts of love and emotion became words and the intensity of their attraction became feverish as they allowed themselves to consume each other in their grasp under the harsh rain.

"I wish you hadn't waited so long to tell me that, Harrington. Otherwise, I would've been right here this whole time." Eddie said, wiping a stray tear away from his face once they broke away. A slight chuckle left him as he took in Steve's flustered but beautiful state. His hair was flatter than a pancake against his head and it made Eddie love him even more knowing that he willingly followed him out in the rain even at the expense of his hair.

"May I kiss you again?" Steve asked ever so softly, finally allowing him to voice the emotions he'd been feeling for so long.

"Of course." Eddie said, smiling and leaning in for another one.

The sky crackled above with a beautiful blue and purple lightning, shining down over the lovers who felt just as electric as the weather.

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