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blubrown9637 · 2 days
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Pov: your Ultra Magnus and you finally addmitted Gala was cute.
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viridescenttemple · 14 days
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micromime · 4 months
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what are you doing girl
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ash-and-burn · 4 months
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xxthebubblewitchxx · 3 months
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Happy Amay makes me happy 😊 And a small addition of small Elar because he is very cute.
Elar belongs to @michamiw
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petermurphyfunkopop · 1 month
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that scary ass picture of bauhaus had to be preserved forever beneath glass tbh
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gretano8 · 4 months
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problemsleuth · 1 year
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ugh
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simonsquest · 27 days
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diurnalcritters · 6 months
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Day 438
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hippiesolitude · 1 year
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The boys are back in town >:)
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providnce · 5 months
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But we're wise enough to know...
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penumbramewtwos · 1 year
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Chilli (Okita's Son)
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More practice with shadowing and highlighting as well :> I've drawn a background for him as well, but I wasn't happy with how it integrated.
I think the thing I'm most proud of is, I didn't have to use the model, I just stuck out the linework until I was happy. I tried to use the models to help, but, because Babytwo proportions are greatly different from that of an adult Mewtwo, it really didn't help. so here's the lil' lad, drawn from scratch. ^^
⬇️The background version is under the 'keep reading' below ⬇️
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cursed-anduknowit · 1 year
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More from the cursed realm of scribbles
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anima-letters · 2 years
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Three difficult words for three demanding conditions
PART I
Night creaks over the laboratory, claiming its reign of terror as the sky violently brightens before plunging into darkness; then a fearful light appears, faintly illuminating one of the corners where despair is gradually consumed. Usually, the storm would only invite the telling of an absurd tale, but now, it seduces all fears to become shadows stalking the walls. The birthday candle does not give all the warmth and hope that the sun that lies unconscious should.
Why now, among all that can go wrong, is it so much worse?
The cold pierces the bones, crushing him into an overwhelming chill; breathing barely makes the chest rise and fall; why, why Pinky? Things can't end like this, not now, not he. His eyelids droop, fighting the unsettling itch of tears at the corners of his eyes. Panic must not freeze him, he is a brilliant mind, he is the future conqueror of the world!
He must only…take it back, take back the other sense of this world.
He presses the gauze against the wound, begging it to work, begging it to come back. Begging any higher being to simply let him keep it, no matter that his belief was null and void.
Then the candle is extinguished by an unexpected draft, exchanging the suffocating light for total darkness.
His heart stops.
No, this can't be happening.
The sobs are barely sustained as an artificial light makes him look back, desperately searching for where it came from.
"Where did I leave my keys?"
The question aloud twitches his fur, wasn't only the night janitor supposed to be there for that moment? He tries to pull the unconscious body against himself in a desperate attempt to protect it as the echoes get closer and closer.
If they were trying to touch him, if they were trying to separate them, if they were just trying-. "Oh my who did this to you, little ones?" the very sweet touch unnerves him, causing his jaw to tremble as they are both lifted. "They're those crazy people's favorite mice, aren't they?" Brain can't trust the kindness with which they treat him. He distrusts them. It is because of them that he is trying to make a better place.
It is because of them that he is suffering.
It is because of them that he is losing it!
The unknown woman doesn't seem to hesitate even as tries to escape with his friend's body, and in a contrary act, simply returns them close to the cage.
"I'm not sure if you can understand me, but stay put! I'm sure one of those fools has left some first aid kit around here - they'll be fine soon!"
Of course, he was unwilling to obey, plus the adrenaline, his own injury, was making him sluggish.
They had to escape, they-.
He sees Pinky, completely limp, but somehow, so calm, peaceful; as if he could trust the words of a stranger. And of course, he would, he's an idiot.
His idiot.
Wipes away his tears, going back to his job of protecting him with his body, trying to broadcast some story with a happy ending.
And somehow, they get it.
The woman keeps her promise to return with what is needed, not only assisting Pinky but healing him just the same; at all times she maintains a smile, no matter that worry peeks through in little grimaces on her lips.
If he didn't feel so tired, he would have offered him an important position in his ideal dictatorship.
Soon they are returned in the cage, wrapped in a pleasantly scented cloth.
"Now you must rest, you've had a long night."
Looking for his friend's hand, holding it tightly, thankful that somewhere in that whole process the cruel rain stopped; cause he can hear him breathing hard, but he is breathing after all, he is alive. Turns his head to try to find his savior, who has completely disappeared.
Where to…? It doesn't matter. She will have a country under control if necessary, after all, she just saved the world that matters to him. It's an oath.
"Thank you" muses before surrendering to sleep; she is one of the few humans who deserve it.
A/N
While I was doing some things I came up with another idea (novelty? of course not, I'm obsessed!) so I asked myself: what's more difficult for a mousy megalomaniac than saying certain words in a sincere way? So I decided to start with "thank you".
How many times can you really be grateful to something or someone you despised almost entirely? Sometimes it's simply okay to be thankful for the good things that happen in the midst of chaos, and it was his case.
I so want to say the other words but I still want it to be a surprise even if you can guess from now!
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edgysemi · 1 year
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FUCK THIS MAN AND HIS SHARP SEXY FEATURES THAT ARE TOO DIFFICULT FOR ME TO DRAW
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