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gaycrittercentral · 1 year

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They're done!! also fuck you tumblr how dare you eat ALL THE INFO I JUST PUT IN HERE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sigh. Anyhow here they are!! My first stab at drawing the seven heavenly virtues AU, which was actually going to be a set of references for a different drawing of them, but then I ended up coloring these instead. Lmao I'll finish the other drawing another time. All that's missing here is Max drooling over them all fjkdsljgslk;fhsh

Also, my handwriting fuckin' sucks so feel free to check the alt text/image description if you need a translation! Anyhow I'm boutta ramble about them a LOT so the rest is under the cut hehe

I'll be the first to say that color is not my strong suit, or at least that I'm not confident in my color choices, but I'm honestly pretty happy with how most of these turned out! probably my favorites are Chastity, Patience and Kindness, just because they get to be a bit unique (and also because conceptually I like them a lot hehe). I almost feel bad giving my favorite color to Diligence bc he's a loser, but whatever, somebody had to get it and he fit the vibe best lmao. Also, funnily enough, he and Temperance are the only ones who ended up having the same hue as their vice counterparts! Weird, huh? Oh actually there's Humility and pikaflute's Pride, they're both indigo teehee. But yeah, I wanted to match colors with the vibe of each virtue, so it didn't end up being a one to one thing with the vices.

Btw I kinda based Patience on that one episode of the cartoon where Sam passed out for fifteen years and woke up a monk, lol. But also I just reeeeally wanted to put him in that bathrobe, also from the cartoon, because um. Well. um. open bathrobe Sam....I don't even like men but like.......

Also there's a roll of toilet paper behind Humility because he's locked in the bathroom, poor baby. Oh and it didn't come out all that clear but that's a trowel Kindness has in his hand, he's helping with about a million things at once fjkdlsgjdlskh. I'm love him

Oh and tbh while I like most everybody, I really think I need to give sin Sam a more original design. Like, let's be honest, if he had some five o' clock shadow, no hat, and his tie back, then he's just noir Sam. And that's great I guess because we all know noir Sam was hot, but like, I don't wanna just ride his coattails. For that matter, if anybody has ideas for potential redesign elements, I'd be interested in hearing them! Can't promise I'll go with them because I'm horrifically picky but I'd love to hear anyhow hhhhfkdlsjfldshfs

ummm and that's it I can't think of anything else to say and I've kept myself up entirely too late doing this so hope y'all enjoy byeeeeee

#also sin sam absolutely shoplifted that spiky collar from a hot topic lmao. I'm keepin that #oh and temperance probably has a liver-shaped patch on him somewhere I just didn't include it lmaoo #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art #seven heavenly virtues au #oof. I shoulda been asleep ages ago. pray for me at work tomorrow shjgksdlfsh

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madsmilfelsen · 15 hours

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Every Dog Has Its Day— (rated m for drugs and alcohol and oh homicide + 1,7k) I had about 17 things I was supposed to do this morning and wrote this instead

tag: first impression, bar setting, murder a bit more than implied but off page, sugar known old man fucker

Rust isn’t one to chase tail, so he knew the women who spur his attraction were trouble. The double take pains him, stomach curdling at the sight he finds. She’s young enough that he’ll get over this as soon as they exchange words, likely any minute since he’s the only goddamn bartender in what feels like all of Soldotna. Maybe she was underage and could kick her out. He wants to return to numbness as quickly as possible even if he needed to make a reason for her to get. A shot of whiskey doesn’t help none so he reminds himself to card her.

In the first half hour, she doesn’t drink much at all. Nurses one old fashioned ordered and delivered by two friends she didn’t look all that friendly with. She absently stirs her drink like she was nervously guarding it. He told himself he was only paying attention for that reason, to ensure her drink stayed clean. Winter kept her covered, her carhartt jacket zipped mostly up, black hair tucked in the collar. She didn’t come here with the intention to stay.

Staying behind the safety of the bar, Rust isn’t close enough to eavesdrop but their faces were tense in conversation. They sat at an awkward table with poor lighting, the pendent over the pool table hardly reaching them, stained glass reds and blues in the shine of her hair. The girl rolled her eyes like she was being reprimanded by someone she didn’t respect in the first place. Rust didn’t take the two men across from her seriously either. Young bucks, didn’t tip, the shorter one talked under his breath when he ordered a beer earlier, distracting the girl from whatever the other man was saying. He thinks she tells him the shut the fuck up.

Cash is pushed across the table and she looks put out when she pockets it. Rust assumes this is what it looks like it is, but she doesn’t leave with them. Whatever transaction that occurred is of some different nature that makes her scan the room with a sigh. Her gaze lands on Rust briefly where he closed a tab, dismissing him in a smooth slide as if she never looked at him at all. The corner of her mouth quirks in frustration, she bites down on her thumb nail about it.

“Phone’s busted, I gotta ask around,” she says over her shoulder when she hops down and walks to the door.

“How long are we supposed to wait here?” one calls after her.

“Twenty minutes, an hour, what’s it matter to you lazy fucks?” she says crassly with a shrug, voice a little husky and smoke scratched but she doesn’t bother raising it when she pauses by the door. “Tip your bartender.”

Rust pours himself another shot, nearly spilling it when outside the girl is smiling, wide and genuine. The whiskey in his mouth barely registers when he throws it back. She’s been stopped by a regular, Jack, who drinks bourbon neat, four fingers.

“She even old enough to be in here?” he asks Jack when the man sits down at the bar, accepting the glass and ashtray Rust passes to him.

“Your job to card not mine,” he replies with a blatant disregard of someone nearing retirement, that exact apathy is only reason Rust ever hoped to live to his fifties.

“She avoided the bar.”

Jack seems to look at Rust for the first time ever in a new light and laughs, “I bet she did. Don’t worry, that was my niece. I bought her first legal shot four— fuck, two?— years ago. Bailed me and her dad out enough times to owe her at much,” he tells Rust then frowns, “Kid is usually too smart to be seen in places like this.”

“With those two in the corner there,” Rust says with a nod.

“Explains why she was trying to score coke off me,” Jack says after he looked over his shoulder then looked around the Back Bush. “Shit, I’m surprised she didn’t find any here.”

“Slow night,” Rust explains away. “Surprise she didn’t get any off you.”

“Too old to be doin’ that shit if I’m fishing in the morning.”

“Yeah, where at?”

“Skilak. Good lakers in there, takes a little more work. Want to come?”

“Nah. Workin’ til five then sleepin’ til five.”

“Cheers to that, brother,” he says, clinking his glass of bourbon to Rust’s next shot of whiskey he can’t seem to down fast enough.

His sigh rasps his throat raw when she returns later with snowflakes in her hair, a cigarette she got from someone outside hanging from her lip. Rust asks Jack as he’s cashing out, “What’s your niece’s name?”

“Who, Sugar there?”

“Yeah, what’s her name?”

“Sugar,” Jack repeats seriously.

“You fuckin’ with me?”

“Honest to God, Rust. Hey Sugar, get over here, put a drink on my tab while you got the chance.”

“You headed out?” she asks.

“It’s damn near two am, girl, how are you this perky?”

“By learning how to nap in your hunting blind, old man,” she says, playfully pushing her shoulder against his. “Um, could I just get a beer? Kölsch if you’ve got it.”

Jack is gone and she’s sitting alone when he returns from the fridge in the back room with a six pack to put in the front chiller.

She smells like fucking juniper, skin like Yellow Label Alaga syrup that he remembers the taste from the tender age of two. A touch of wood smoke and vanilla makes his chin jerk up.

“Hi,” she says, smile purposely small when he puts a cracked can in front of her.

“You want a glass?” he asks gruffly which somehow only makes her grin bigger.

She shakes her head, takes a sip. Rust leans against the shelves of alcohol, still not far enough when she looks a little too interested over the bottom of her beer.

“I’m told you’re Sugar.”

“Yeah. You looking for something?” she asks, expression dimming a bit as if she assumes his interest in her ended with what she could do for him. Which it should, he tells himself and successfully thinks, more firmly, it does— then terribly; hell, why not. He could use the sleep.

“Quaaludes, anything barbital. I ain’t all that picky.”

She gives him the same confused looks he always gets requesting blues, but Sugar seems like she sleeps through the night just fine. Hair brushed, a silky curtain she pulls out of her collar catching on the rough edges of her jacket.

“Beer is the cheapest downer there is,” Sugar points out, chewing on a nail. She’s got good hygiene, hands probably clean enough to eat out of, but still a bad habit is a bad habit. His jaw feels tight. “I guess, I’ve got weed out in my truck, but ludes?” She sucks her teeth. “Hell, I’d have to drive to Homer.”

“I’ll pay you for gas,” he says. Fuck, he’d pay her to drive to Fairbanks just to have her gone longer. The door opens and thankfully, pulling his attention up and over her head. Sugar doesn’t look away from him and gives a sleepy hum. A decisions seems to be made with a small tilt of her head.

“You workin’ til five or are you on the early shift?”

“Five,” he replies, popping the top off a bottle for a costumer who raised his beer up and walks away.

“Gimme your address,” she says when he comes back reluctantly.

He really does not want to do that but rips a receipt in half anyhow to pen a map down for his unmarked turnoff. Sugar folds it between two fingers and gives a salute.

“See you at sunrise,” she promise and fucking winks at him.

Probably the worst thing a high functioning alcoholic can tell themself is that they know how to drive hammered. It’s a little after five in the morning, the two miles between the Back Bush and his drive way empty even of moose.

The solar panel is covered in snow so Rust is temporarily without electricity when he chose to shovel an extra parking spot rather than climbing on his roof. His watch beeps at him but it’s the sudden static of his scanner breaking with a first responsing officer saying 10-79 which brings him out of the root cellar. The light of his kerosene lantern waning over the boxes of evidence he squirreled into the state before he pushes the trap door shut. Rust kicks the rug back into place when the 11-1 is repeated by the operator requesting backup. Routine information follows; six shots reported to the operator by neighbor, a heed of caution for traffic stops. A second later an ambulance requested in a panic— the officer, probably a kid fresh out of the academy, voice cracking and shaken enough to abandon codes, telling them to get some fucking paramedics for the girl chained up in the basement. Rust turns the machine off, whiskey sloshing in his stomach, shoulders too tired to hold him upright much longer. Men in blue got paperwork tonight, he doesn’t envy them much all these years later.

He adds a log to his fire to counter the open door so Rust could hear the girl— woman, Sugar— pull up. The heat hikes up enough for him to shrug off his shirt before pouring himself a daycap. Through the crack with a wisp off a cool breeze, the sunrise creeps over the mountains, headlights even brighter before the engine outside is killed. Rust opens the door when the girl hops out of her truck, stumbling in the snow. In the dim dawn, she looks pallid and doesn’t seem like she can speak when he nods for her to step down into the cabin. There’s a dark bruise on her throat and her breath wheezes a little.

Rust doesn’t even notice the drugs she passes to him. He can smell her sweat and fear when she roughly unzips her jacket and rips it off. She doesn’t look scared to be here, in his home, but something spooked her tonight. The black wool shirt she’s wearing tight and damp as her lungs trip toward shallow hyperventilation. Maybe he was mistaken, though he knows he wasn’t, he recognized what was on her skin before he steps closer to confirm when her back is still to him. His mind swims in whiskey, surfacing only when he knew for sure— Sugar smells like gunpowder.

Huh. What have you been up to, girl?

#lost dogs #rust cohle #sure the middle picture is the wrong season and probably glenn allen but i’m working off vibes here #not posting this to ao3 because tomororw is already stressing me out so this is just a lil something something for me :)#tomorrow i’m not retyping all that lmao

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frodo-of-the-nine-fingers · 12 days

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sometimes you just gotta spend 2 hours late at night making your dad an apron because the muses take you

#i should probably add pockets but i think any more sewing rn would be a Mistake and ive already tempted the ironing gods far too many times #this night #i might post pics tomorrow when i can figure out a way to do it without me or my messy room in it lmao #he had one but it was really shitty and literally made out of plastic so i used some garage sale fabric my granmda gave me one #i sewed them outside in so it's double sided & i used a cutesy fabric on one side which he'll think is funny and a nice navy and white #striped one on the other side & some cotton webbingi had left over for something else for the straps 🤷‍♀️#i messed up on placing one of the straps & the neck strap is way too big for me personally but that's 1) easy to take in 2) not for my neck #anyway

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baalzebufo · 8 months

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THE WEIRD AL-CANA - 07. THE CHARIOT- TRAFFIC JAM

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it was pointed out to me by a friend after I finished this that I may have accidentally drawn a british drivers side car here. well. goddamnit. i was trying to avoid that and completely forgot, smh

ANYWAY it's not that big of a deal- this was another easy pick for me. just instantly popped into my head when I was thinking of what could represent the chariot. an extremely stationary chariot.

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#alloyart #weird al #weird al yankovic #weird al-cana #full disclosure that car was Heavily referenced from some stock clip art because goddamn cars are hard to draw #i dont think anyones gonna be mad at me for not drawing a car from scratch for my silly weird al art project though #this one came out way nicer than expected bc of that actually #also hey! tomorrows card is probably one of the most well-known al songs! so im actually getting a 'mainstream' pick in here lmao

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saintirulan · 1 month

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your girl has to wake up at 7 am tomorrow to go to the penis festival, but she stayed out with random ass people until 2 am 🫨✌🏻 who would have thought socialising was so fun diwjuwbwuq

#shared a fruit & whipped cream sandwich with with a dude and it was SO GOOD.#japan was made for me with all the whipped cream everywhere <3<3<3<3 #and we're like thinking of booking some place for okinawa together during golden week maybe!!!#id LOVE to go to okinawa it would be a DREAM #anyways. tomorrow ill be gone all day probably and then we have lessons from monday and yea #but ill get some more diary entries on here as well if i manage <3<3<3 #also im distraught. i cant figure out if i have an italian accent or not #two guys told me i do not and i was like :( but other people were like i LOVE your accent #can you like decide please i want to know what you all perceive LMAO #also the russian girl from the other day was like. are you getting in tinder while you're here?#like what kind of question is that please 😭 love her tho shes a serious sweetheart. doesnt like dune 2 tho #irene.🇯🇵

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ribelleribelle · 9 months

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my friend @euphoniouspandemonium galaxy brained and noticed that copia from the imperatour in 2022 (with the leather waistcoat) looked like izzy hands, so now i present you with the most historically inaccurate and self-indulgent crossover ever

#can i draw any of them convincingly? no. will this have an audience? probably not. do i love making silly comics? fuck yeah #btw i think ed would be a huge ghost fan. it's theatrical and dark but has its silly moments. i KNOW he would love them #if anyone has the energy to add an id in the reblogs they would do me a great favor. otherwise i'll do it myself tomorrow #my art #ghost band #our flag means death #the band ghost #ghost bc #ofmd #papa emeritus iv #izzy hands #<- how bold of me to put all of these tags like i'm not gonna be anxious about people seeing this lmao #mine

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dodgebolts · 3 months

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with VCT returning tomorrow, the resident dtblr vct enjoyer is back again with a crash course for people who don't know much about valorant or those looking for a unified schedule of the upcoming season (which sapnap may or may not be costreaming, I'm not sure yet)!

at this link, you'll find a basic introduction to valorant as a game, the vct format and schedule for the 2024 season, as well as a full schedule of what's been published thus far as far as matches, times, and teams go! I've also included teams and players to keep an eye out for if you're new or looking for new people to follow within the scene :)

#let me know if there's something I should add!#school is still kicking my ass and in a fit of passion I finished this at 4am there's probably some bullshit in here LMAO #valorant.vct24 #<- and so it begins. NRG starts off the entire season tomorrow at 2pm PST!

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spotaus · 2 months

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I wanna request some more stereo sans if that’s okay, I LOVE HIM THE DESIGN IS SO SCRUNKLY RAAAAAHHHHH

Also hi I love your art✨✨✨

HI HELLO!!!

I gotta say I was surprised to see Stereo in my Asks, but I am SO glad u requested him!!! 🥺💖💖💖

The goofy himself! I missed drawing him sm!!!!!

He's really silly because I don't really have lore for him outside the main Eternal Ashes storyline, and that's a whole can of worms, so no Lore-Dump unfortunately. BUT if u want some Design History lore I'm dropping some beneath the cut!

Okay so, Stereo was one of my first ocs for utmv. Like. I think he was designed right after Ichor (<- my first Sans oc) was. He was part of a Trio, made up of Orchid, Reset, and himself. Currently they're the three longest surviving cast members of Eternal Ashes, but Stereo has gone through very few changes.

Here are his First Reference (left) and Revised Reference (right) from about 2019 and probably 2020 respectively.

The one on the left is so funny to me because, yeag, I used to have an awful style 🫶 but Stereo's design is honestly pretty consistent over the years.

Like the rest of the designs like him, he kinda Grew Up with me as I learned to draw better and as I developed the story he was involved with. He's one of my special blorbos that (while he doesn't have a ton of lore like I usually give my ocs) is always fun for me to draw and revisit!!!

Thanks for the request, Anon!!!! Maybe I can do some more proper scene doodles for him in the near future! (I love drawing him in motion thanks to his clothes/arms)

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