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cressthebest · 2 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 6

chapter 16:

1. awwww jegulus lay in bed and read and hold hands. they’re in love your honor

2. james is making plans for them after the heist nooooooo it’s gonna end in tears

3. like i said way back in my third ahb thoughts post, james has a praise kink. someone please agree with me. tell me i’m not crazy.

4. pleaseeeeeeeee wolfstar needs to stop being starcrossed lovers. they need to be together and happy

5. this chapter was so domestic i’m gonna cry

6. halfway done with the fic!!!

chapter 17:

1. ….im scared. what’s regulus gonna do?

2. HES VISITING SIRIUS AGAIN?????

3. BLACK BROTHERS REUNITE PLEASE

4. i fucking hate orion. broke reggie’s fingers just to save his brothers fucking life. man, fuck him.

5. SHIT WAIT FUCK SHIT REGULUS HAS BLACKMAIL ON SIRIUS ABOUT REMUS. HE’LL PROBABLY KILL REMUS IS SIRIUS DOESNT AGREE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WAIT WOLFSTAR NOOOOO

6. NO FUCK WAIT REMUS LUPINS LIFE IS ON THE LINE FOR SURE NO WAIT NO WAIT NO WAIT NOOOOOO IM SO STRESSED JESUS CHRIST

7. holy shit wait. the plan was always to kill remus lupin if sirius didn’t comply. which is why regulus was so upset that james was close with remus. holy shit. i have too many thoughts about this and i can’t formulate them on this post properly. just know that i am ACTUALLY crying right now, very scared and very upset, actually sobbing.

8. BUT WAIT AS UPSETTING AS THIS IS!!! WOLFSTAR IS REUNITED ONCE MORE!!! AND!!! JAMES AND SIRIUS GET TO BE FRIENDS!! THE MARAUDERS ARE BACK TOGETHER BABEY

chapter 18:

1. the house is full of childhood memories for reg and siri and hold up. hold up. this is heartbreaking

2. i’m so worried for remus holy shit. this is gonna create tears and trust issues in the house

3. barty wouldn’t even hesitate to shoot sirius for reggie. he’s so dedicated. i love him

4. damn, it’s heartbreaking to see reg’s pov about how remus gets both the people reggie wants. sirius and james. that shit hurts y’all

5. this entire chapter is heartbreaking, i’m just gonna leave it at that so i don’t sob while writing this

6. everyone meeting sirius <3333333

7. regulus fixed a cup of tea for james and jt went cold, because for once james didn’t join him. this is my breaking point.

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celestialblueboy · 6 months

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I forgive you. Don’t bother.

More quick sketches because I can’t decide on colors for some reason.

#i’ll never recover #good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #david tennant #aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens season 2 #michael sheen #fan art #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable divorce #ineffable spouses

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elizakai · 5 months

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ehe <3

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i want you to grasp. i have spent the last 45 minutes a complete mess. my face is still burning. i have, quite literally, never been so flustered in my life.

I wish I was being dramatic.

…..there is no worthy response.

…I-

99999999999999999999/10

#Asks #tuxibirdie #IM #IM STILL FLUSTERED #MY FACE IS BURNING I #Oh god #i wasn’t expecting. This. I was expecting shitty pick up lines and haha funny #Amazing art #Save me.#this has never happened before #I am ashamed #Tuxi babe #…well played.#I don’t think I’ll ever recover #I’ve never been so red in the face #Sona #Im #burrowing away forever

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melimelart · 1 year

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I cried all the tears in my body my god this episode was so heartbreaking 😭😭😭 I’m sure Bill and Frank live happily ever after 💕

And yes that’s a strawberry bouquet because why not 🍓✨

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #my art #bill #frank #art #artists on tumblr #i’m not crying you are #i’ll never recover #:’(((((((

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bettycanavosio · 1 year

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chapter eight: the wild ones

#is this becoming a thing. maybe i’ll give it a tag #also my reference saved me i did not come up w this composition etc #but i did really wanna draw this scene #i HATE the hair btw do not talk to me about it. i’m never recovering #my art #mafia 2 #mafia trilogy #vito scaletta #chapterpainting

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what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me · 1 year

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I want to go insane over MSA but currently my only discussion buddies are two stale tortilla chips and a ball of lint

#snappy speaks #mystery skulls animated #I love the series so much and I’ve already read everything on the ao3 and picked thru the tags #I’ll make art for it once I make art for everything else #can’t wait for the final part to be animated I will never recover #Arthur vivi and Lewis are all my favorite little meow meows #polycule of suffering via supernatural bullshittery

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marascomics · 2 years

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YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING !!!!! literally so in awe of everything you make and the COLORS !! in your latest post (sleeping beauty) are so incredible !! (just like in every other drawing you make) ! <3

PIEN AHHHHHHH THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER. i woke up to this, you just made my day because, holy shit I admire you SO MUCH so the fact that u said this literally made me happy scream into my pillow. THANK YOU. thank you. Oh my god 😭💕💕💕💕

#how. am I supposed to recover from this #I’ll never be the same again istg #ego just inflated three sizes bigger<333 #seriously thank you so much #pien-art #ask #mara speaks #i love you forever

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saltmalkin · 2 months

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hiatus til may

Hey everyone,

I’m going to be on hiatus until the end of April. This means that Patreon will be on hold and my store will be in maintenance mode starting at the end of February. All outstanding orders will be shipped when I get the required merch to ship them (still waiting on a pin restock to arrive). After I get the current Patreon content done and shipped, I probably won’t post much art or be too active during this time and any work I am doing will be for outstanding projects.

I’ve been beyond burnt out since the start of the pandemic, correlating with my college graduation and my start as a freelance artist. The expectations I put on myself to succeed during this time were unreasonably high and my fear of failure during COVID was intense. I made it through at the cost of developing an extremely unhealthy attitude towards work and art.

I haven’t talked much about this on any of my socials since I don’t want to be a huge downer but all of this has been affecting my mental health pretty severely. The only break I really allowed myself to take during COVID was when I was forced out of working for a few weeks while recovering from GRS, and even then I was working two weeks later and up and dealing at a convention a month and a half later. I have a second round of GRS coming up in April that I need to mentally prepare for and I was dreading that being my only real break for the past few years. After an amount of convincing, I decided to just take the entire stretch of time off between now and the end of April since the alternative is me stressing myself to death trying to wrap everything up in March.

All of this is to say that I still deeply want to love art. It’s one of my longest standing interests and I attribute a lot of who I am as a person to my art and my ability to express myself. It hurts that my level of burnout has gotten to the point where I can't even engage with art without feeling intense anxiety. I’m hoping that after taking this break I’ll at least be able to shake off the worst of it.

I’m truthfully a bit terrified of taking a break this long as I’ve never really done it before. Thank you all for the support over the past few years – it means the world to me. Seeing all the positive feedback that gets left on my work is one of the big things that kept me afloat. I’ll see you all in a few months.

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miintsprigz · 4 months

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Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

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Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

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Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

#tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #scout x reader #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #medic x reader #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #spy x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #mint writes

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