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catliker49 · 1 month
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Lalalala!!!
AAAHHH I am going insane! I have been finding it So difficult to think of things to draw so I may not post as much!! I apologise!
The outfit in this was based off of an Animal Crossing outfit Clown had posted for Wally a little while ago! I messed around with it a Little bit, haha!
I am still working on a style I like also! So expect a lot of changes!
Oooh... I have been thinking of drawing Eddie and Frank together at some point though! I also would really like to make a mini.. storybook type panel.. thingy mabobby.. I'm sure someone understands what I mean!!
I might post some sketches of what I do!!
Thank you so so much for the continuing support!! It really does make me Happy seeing tags people put on their reblogs!! AAH! I am so so Happy!! Thank you thank you thank you!!
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clownsuu · 1 year
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wally's the type to have long legs but be the shortest man around (3 ft; 13 apples tall)
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After drawing him next to Howdy (using refs to try and calculate what their heights would be), I can verify Wally is girly pop sized
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Bonus doods
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sketchy-tour · 3 months
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He has!!! ARIVED!!!!!
He's here he's here he's here!!!!!! Safe and sound!!! We sat down and did some coloring together!!!!
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And also made sure he met his new neighbors! Had a nice chat with my childhood stuffed animal! Asking all about what his new home is like. And of course, he had to meet Boober Fraggle!
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Watched some Winnie the Pooh together! I think he really liked it. I hope he felt warm and welcomed in my home. A nice and cozy first day here!
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buf309 · 6 months
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Well… is that face captivating enough to entice you to buy this W.I.S.E cosmetics collection? 🤔
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***Disclaimer***
1/ The "Honey" slogan was coined by @nire-the-mithridatist
2/ The perfume bottle was based on the real Spy x Family Fragrances
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3/ The other two pieces were based on the lipstick and blush balm I randomly found in my mother's cosmetic bag.
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carnivalcarrion · 7 months
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so i've had a lil fic idea floating in my head for a bit. it's fun to think about!
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klanced · 3 months
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when adam met 11yo keith he immediately knew that keith was gay and was like i have GOT to support this kid!! (runs into traffic) meanwhile shiro spent years operating under the assumption that keith had like a gender thing going on
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softest-punk · 1 year
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Modern-day twist on the king and his loyal knight, perhaps, but Morpheus the son of a wealthy family and his bodyguard Hob?
Someone's been making threats against Morpheus' family for some recent business deal or it's a Tuesday and while the rest of his siblings are taking things more seriously Morpheus is very Morpheus about it.
Lucienne is at her wit's end trying to get Morpheus to take the threats seriously and his new PA Matthew is stuck in the middle and anyway.
Morpheus leaving work late one night and gets saved from what seems to be a regular mugging by the night security guard who happens to be Hob working to put himself through school to become a professor or moonlighting to earn money for his goal of owning a pub.
Hob being upgraded to Morpheus' personal bodyguard by Lucienne or an exasperated Morpheus being like yes, fine, why not him then? When Lucienne insists a bodyguard might have been useful with the attempted mugging.
And then (awkward) ~flirtations and Hob wearing a suit to some fancy function as Morpheus' bodyguard with Morpheus having the unpleasant (unexpected) oh no, he's hot reaction and Hob being "What? Is there something on my face?" and so on.
"Hob?"
"Mm?"
"Why are you here?"
Hob huffs, and his breath fogs in the cool night air. They have escaped the noise and bustle and light and frankly exhausting small talk of the party below for the solitude of the roof, and the company of the few scattered stars. Dream is always more comfortable in the dark.
Hob, who suggested their quiet exit, clearly knows this. Has come to know Dream. Over the past few weeks.
It makes something in him itch.
"You do pay me to watch your back," Hob says. "And in your case, your front and sides as well. You've got all the self-preservation instincts of a lemming."
Despite himself, Dream smiles. Hob also does not treat him with frightened deference, as most do. It is not quite contempt. Hob treats him as an equal. As a...
Friend.
Dream shies away even from the thought of it, guilty. They are not friends. Hob is being paid to be here. He would not choose this. He would not choose Dream.
"If you mean why am I doing this job when I'm clearly too charming and clever to be someone's hired muscle, that would be because PhDs are expensive," he says.
This is new information. Hob has learned many things about Dream, but Dream has learned little of his bodyguard.
"You are studying," Dream says, unsure why he finds himself surprised. Hob is clever.
And charming.
"That's going a little far. Mostly I'm sitting in front of a laptop crying and cursing the name of the bastard who thought this was a good idea," Hob says. "That Gadling bloke is an arsehole, you know."
Dream smiles again. He wishes he could have Hob's sense of humour about his own shortcomings. Though choosing to study for a PhD is hardly a shortcoming.
"Good to see you smiling," Hob adds, ducking his head in an obvious attempt to catch Dream's gaze. It elicits yet another smile, one which Dream cannot help despite the roiling tangle of feelings it sets off in his belly.
All of which are made worse by the simple fact that Hob very much suits formal wear. He is always dressed neatly, but this is different. The crisp black and white ought to have washed him out like it does Dream, rendered him just as colourless, but it hasn't. Quite the opposite. He might have been uncomfortable, dressed like this, but that has not occurred either. Hob is as much at ease now as he is in t-shirt and jeans, which Dream requests he sticks to day-to-day, so they might both blend in.
"I had meant," Dream begins, and then pauses to swallow. "I had wondered why you are here. On this rooftop. With me. When you might just as well have insisted that we remain downstairs, where it is warm and comfortable and the security arrangements have been triple-checked and you are not under greater pressure to be sure of my safety."
Hob laughs, and then lets out a long, foggy breath. He is so warm, sitting mere inches from Dream, that it is no wonder his breath mists in the air.
"Are you cold?" Hob asks.
"That was not the—" Dream begins, but finds himself interrupted by Hob shrugging out of his jacket and wrapping it around Dream's shoulders. He has just a little breadth on him across the chest—it looks like more than it is, because of the way he carries himself. As though he does not, in fact, wish to fall down the nearest storm water drain and disappear. Unlike Dream.
"Can you keep a secret?" Hob asks.
"Yes," Dream responds, without hesitation. He has learned one of Hob's secrets this evening. Later he will have to decide how best to ask about the subject of his research. Or to learn what his favourite pastry is, or how he takes his coffee, if he takes it at all. As he has learned these things of Dream, and more.
"I came with you up here, away from the noise and the bright lights and the crowd of strangers I know you hate, out into clear, quiet, dark night because—are you sure you're ready for this?"
Dream nods.
Hob beams at him. "Because I like you."
"Like me," Dream repeats, blood rushing in his ears.
"Like you," Hob says. His little finger brushes, just barely, against Dream's. The barest touch, but impossible to miss.
For a moment, Dream's lungs stop working. Hob likes him. Hob likes him. Hob likes him.
"That all right?" Hob asks, with the very first hint of uncertainty Dream has ever heard in his voice.
Dream lets out a puff of air all at once, lungs burning from having held it too long.
"Yes," he says. "Yes. I think... I think that would be all right."
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strigital · 2 months
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just... him... 🥺
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rhymaes · 3 months
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The Untamed (2019) // Dan Bellm, Deep Well
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quirkle2 · 5 months
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ritsu!
[teru] [mob] [reigen]
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lunadove · 4 months
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I feel like 10/14 will take Rose on day trips in the TARDIS to beautiful, safe planets.
And then 15 “The Fun Uncle” will just crash into Donna’s backyard every once a while and come out of the TARDIS going “Who wants to stop an alien dictatorship on a planet where all the plant life wants to eat you?”
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clownsuu · 1 year
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Small detour of what I usually post, but I absolutely wish (other) clown the best of luck during these confusing and almost hopeless times- nobody knows how to deal with such amount of attention in such short amount of time- a blessing and a curse to behold
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crocchompers · 3 days
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This little doodle of Draft and Og before I go to bed kajsdkajs
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000marie198 · 1 year
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Plz I can't with their bond! They are brothers!
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miekasa · 2 years
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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig
— doc dad levi anon
SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).
Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).
(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).
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carnivalcarrion · 11 months
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figuring out how to draw him. its surprisingly challenging!
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