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stealfocus · 8 months
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ARTIST: Amleto Dalla Costa
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akanemnon · 1 year
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I love twin runes >>::33
Thank you so much! Happy you like it! Have a sneak peek for the next comic
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royallyprincesslilly · 10 months
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Also, in case anyone was wondering what the next Alfie release will be about. It's these gifs.⬇️
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Any guesses as to context?👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️🤭
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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year
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Last A Tale of Spirits Chapter 7 sneak!
So, I’m probably not going to post on tumblr until Sunday.  I’m hunkering down for this chapter since I’ll be running around a bit tomorrow.  I’m liking it so far!  
Anyway, here’s the sneak!  It comes directly after the last sneak.  I just couldn’t resist sharing it!  Like always, it’s unedited and subject to change by the final post.  The heart of the interaction will remain though.
Also, a moment of complete honesty?  I COMPLETELY forgot about Momo.  Someone asked about him in my asks and I was like 😲
SNEAK PEEK (Katara POV) 
Katara lifts a hand to her mouth and Leo’s face crumbles into something devastating.  Nobody moves.  Nobody speaks.  The standoff is finally broken by a questioning rumble from Appa’s throat.  Aang moves immediately, flying to land softly on the bison’s head with a quiet, “We’re ok, buddy.”  Katara doesn’t take her eyes off Leo, so she sees the moment he shuts down.  He turns away from them and pulls back into his shell with a silent pop.
He stays hidden, a shell in the corner of the saddle, for hours.  
Aang steers Appa toward a clearing when dusk begins to fall, and they set up camp in silence.  Sokka tries to lure the spirit out.  Offers a late-night spar and everything, but Leo doesn’t budge.  It’s only when Katara is serving dinner does she decide she’s had enough.  “That’s it!”  She tosses the ladle into the soup bowl, not caring when some splashes over the edges.  She gets up with a huff and stomps toward the bison.
“Ugh,” Aang protests, “I don’t think that’s a good-.”
She turns to him with a glare.  “It’s been hours, Aang!  Someone has to talk to him.”
“But-.”
“I would sit this one out, Aang,” Sokka mumbles.  He grabs the discarded ladle and spoons himself another helping.  “Just let her handle it.”
“Thank you!”  She shoots daggers at the bison and continues walking toward it.  “And save some for Leo!”
“Hey!  You snooze you lose!” 
Katara just rolls her eyes and starts climbing up Appa’s tail.  She pulls herself over the lip of the saddle and lets her gaze settle on the turtle.  Leo’s still in his shell with Momo sleeping peacefully on the curve of his back.  She lowers herself beside the spirit and pulls Momo gently off his sulking form.  “Sorry, Momo,” she says.  “I need to talk to Leo alone if you don’t mind.”
The animal just chitters and flies off for the campfire.  Katara smiles before turning a scowl at the forlorn spirit.  “We’re going to talk.”
He doesn’t say anything.
She breathes.  “Can you at least come out for food?  You haven’t eaten all day.”
Again, no answer.  Her eyebrow twitches.  “You can’t stay in there forever, you know!”
“...You don’t know that.”
Katara stops at the petulant mumble and leans forward to peek into the opening of his shell.  The black eyes of the spirit blink back.  She sighs, “please talk to me, Leo.  I’m not afraid to pull you out.”
“Yes, you are.”
Katara bristles at the accusation.  She’s never let fear stop her from anything.  She takes a breath, bends, and reaches in for Leo.  The spirit immediately starts shouting, but Katara doesn’t stop until she feels rough reptilian skin.  She grins in triumph and yelps when teeth latch around the meat of her hand.  Katara jerks back and glares as Leo finally pulls himself from his shell.  He matches the strength of her glare with one of his own.
“I can’t believe you reached into my shell!  A turtle’s only sanctuary!” 
“You bit me!  What are you, five?”
“If I’m five then you’re four!”
“That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Hey guys,” Sokka calls, “How we doing up there?”
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citrusitonit · 4 months
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guys give me a dr stone chrcter 2 draw wit in thgis pose
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lovelydream306 · 1 month
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The anger and jealousy she had felt all but dissipated and instead remained a silent rage, not towards the man in her arms, but towards the cruelty of their fate.
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chimerickat · 8 months
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Then a hand landed on your back, a little too low for comfort, and Mokuba leaned into your space. “I recognize you, Miss. Magician Girl.”
You stepped to the side and away from his hand. His brother snapped at him, “Stop harassing the staff, Mokuba.”
“What do you call what you were doing?”
“Asking them to do their jobs.” Then Kaiba held out his hand toward you. Between two fingers, he offered cash. A tip. “And you’re free to go.”
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ghoulangerlee · 5 months
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Sorry guys I promised swissrora this weekend but fell behind lmao, have a sneak peek to make up for it!
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r0b0t1me · 1 year
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this comic is quickly spiraling out of control (im thinking around 15 pages total once i thumbnail everything) but thats ok..it just means i get to draw more mikey
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poettrista · 3 months
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To Vanquish The Kings and Queens of Code
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kittykichi · 8 months
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This calendar is going to blow you away guys!! Here's a sneak peek of my part. with @theaartsz
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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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MLBRRY ONE SHOT SNEEK PEEK #2
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pics-and-fanfics · 11 months
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Okay, but imagine it-
Y/n moved out of Loki’s part of the tower a few weeks ago, but one day she finally feels the full force of all the emotions she’s been shoving down and ignoring for way too long.
She's a hysterical mess, crying, hyperventilating, and on the “kitchen” floor of her small studio apartment, hiding behind her bed.
She can’t breathe, she feels like something is slowly crushing her from the inside out. She can barely move, can’t think, just knows that if she doesn’t do something, she will probably die because of this.
She does the only thing she can think to do.
With shaking hands she calls Loki, just managing to put her phone on speaker before she drops it, the corner of the screen cracking.
His voice floats through the phone, and the pain in her chest lessens a fraction, but she still can’t breathe, speak, anything.
Loki’s worried. Y/n called him, but all he can hear is shaking breaths.
“Y/n, are you okay? Is something wrong?”
He waits for an answer, even more worried when it doesn’t come.
His keys are in his hand and he’s driving to her small apartment halfway across the city in less than 2 minutes as he tries to get an answer out of the phone.
“Y/n, darling, just talk to me. What’s wrong?”
She sobs, regret washing through her as she hangs up. Why did she call him, why was she such an idiot?
Loki reaches her apartment in minutes, knocking on the door.
“Y/n? Are you in there? Is everything alright?”
Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tries to stay quiet, squeezing her eyes shut and praying he’d leave. She just needed to be alone, to figure this out on her own.
“Y/n? Please answer me darling.”
He’s jiggling the lock, each second that passed building his anxiety. Was she hurt? Was she- He couldn’t think about it.
“I’m coming in.”
She realizes that with each word she heard him speak, the feeling of helplessness and pain in her chest lessens a bit, letting her draw in a proper breath for the first time in nearly 15-30 minutes.
She didn’t want this, but she still couldn’t move. The pain, grief, rage, kept her on the floor, still crying, but a tiny bit more calm.
Loki finally gets her door open with his spare key, and he walks in, looking for her, hearing muffled sniffs and hiccups coming from the small kitchenette. He swerves around the box spring and mattress, the only thing keeping the former off the floor being a small, 2 inch high metal frame.
But why are we bothering with details?
Because it shows how Y/n’s been living since she moved out, away from Loki.
The only counter space in the small apartment was covered by paper plates and plastic cutlery, takeout containers, and disposable plastic cups.
The hamper on the other side of the room is overflowing with dirty clothes, the blanket on the bed is thin, and the sheets have holes. The only thing that looked clean or new was the stuffed animal on the windowsill, the one he got for her. Even the plant next to it was wilting, almost dead.
Was this how she had been living? It was… horrible. She’d been suffering in silence.
But he needed to help her.
“I’m here, darling, I’m here.”
Y/n didn’t know she needed to hear those words, but when she did, she started sobbing again.
She felt his cold arms wrapping around her, and for the first time in days, weeks, months, she didn’t know how long, she felt safe.
Safe.
I am safe, she thought, as she cried into Loki’s arms, still holding her tightly long after she lost track of time and stopped crying.
When was the last time she felt safe?
The longer Loki held her, the more Y/n felt the pain in her chest lessen.
She didn’t want him to leave her, she was miserable. She’d gotten used to Loki letting her sleep in, not waking up early every morning for work.
She was used to curling up with him in the afternoons, reading or watching a movie until she dozed off, not the sound of people screaming at her because she didn’t know where the restaurant got every ingredient they used.
She’d gotten used to the comfort and stability he provided, something she’d noticed was missing only days after she left.
She’d gotten used to him.
And as she realized all this, she came to the inevitable conclusion:
She was in love.
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Hey, V, remember how I said last week on Saturday that you were going to hate what I posted on my last day of school? Well, I've scheduled this to release at 12:20 on Friday (typing this saturday night) so that as soon as I'm out, y'all get to see a sneak peek!
I love y'all! Thank you for reading, and I hope everyone except homophobic/transphobic and all the other LGBTQ+-phobics a nice day. and I hope my mom chokes on a cherry pit, shes a bitch and tried to drown me then gaslight me into thinking that she didn't. same with my sister. I hope they both choke on something stupid.
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horseshoegirl · 9 months
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DTDT Part 16- Sneak Peak 👀
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Are you going to gloat? Say I told you so?" you huffed through your tears. "Hangman did what he does best?"
“Not today, Liz.”
So… anyone wanna yell at me in my inbox? 😂
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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year
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A Tale of Spirits thoughts and sneaks
So Chapter 12 is around the corner and I’m thinking about posting chapter 13 early.  Ironically, I’m not as busy this holiday, but I will be next weekend.   We’ll see how the schedule goes for Chapter 13.  Anyway, here’s a really small sneak for next week.
Live always, this is unedited, and subject to change.  However, the heart of the interaction will remain.
SNEAK PEEK (Azula POV)
“What will you do?” she asks, “when I begin my assault on Ba Sing Se?”  Donnie’s only been able to afford his neutrality because the hunts so far have been personal, but this is war.  Will he allow her to take the city, or will his morality fall along side his brothers?
He moves a knight.  “I’m not sure,” he answers.  She defends with a pawn and he attacks with a bishop.  She stares at the board, they’re both in trouble of loosing material.  “I guess it depends on the drill.”
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notyourramona · 7 months
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Sneak peek chapter 4!
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“It is not like I can leave this damned station. I am going to at least go wherever I want.” She was frustrated in many ways and the words slipped out. Her mask had slipped again in front of him again. Delgado looked at her with amused smile as if she just told him a joke.
“For someone who just tried to murder the leader of the Crimson Fleet, I suggest you shut the fuck up or you’ll find yourself leaving this station without a suit.” His laugh sounded organic yet cold to her ears and she was reminded where she was once again. The Key, an unforgiving place that she may have just blown her cover for. He looked out towards the door and soon there were footsteps of others walking towards them and before she knew it two pirates were there to escort her. One was staring without shame at her shirtless torso, and she covered herself a bit before getting off the table and giving Delgado an annoyed look. She was upset with herself for not ignoring her body urges and just pushing the damn dagger in. It could have been her ticket out and back to what was supposed to be normal. She went to follow the other men even though she loathed the cold air against her skin. Ghoul was now irate about the thought of losing one of her only extra shirts on this station and only had a few credits left to her name. It was not like she was allowed to leave to do requests or pirate herself to get credits. She only had gotten to take a few steps away before Delgado grabbed her wrist and twirled her into his body like he wanted to dance with her. Moving her around with such ease was something that seemed to amusing him because his foxlike smile was back. Their bodies were pressed closely again and Ghoul felt her chilled skin warm to his touch. In his free arm he had a compressed black sweater waiting for her. “Take this, mi tesoro, so you don’t look so pouty anymore for me.”
Ghoul’s eyes looked at his face and then back at the shirt in suspicion. A part of her prideful self, wanted to reject it but another part of her really needed that shirt now that the other was on the floor from being torn off. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what these interactions between them meant. Ghoul took the shirt and threw it on to combat the chilly air and the smelt of sandal wood and sage filled her nostrils which was a change from the normal dirt or blood she smelt on a regular basis. Delgado looked content with her accepting the shirt and waved her off to signal to the escorts of hers it was time to leave.
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