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imnothereokuwu · 2 months

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《My Fairy Tail Fanart Collection! (Pt.5)》

August 2021 to September 2021

Pastels, pastel colors everywhere!

Looking back, some of these are embarrassing 😃. But that's not gonna stop me from posting it lol.

You maybe thinking there's an oddball in this one with the coloring, the humanized Grandeeneey and Igneel. Well that's because they're matching coloring with another thing entirely, the artwork I'm still most proud of to this day lol. It's going to be posted separately after all of the other 2021 art so look forward to that!

#fairy tail #my art #nalu #art #fairy tail lucy #fairy tail nalu #fairy tail natsu #lucy x natsu #au #fairy tail happy #nalu au #humanized dragons #cuz I read fanfics #a little bit too much actually #noticed there's always Grandeeneey and Igneel as humans in fanfics but not in artwork #here we are #something wholesome #sobs in wtf is old art #old ass art

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arttrampbelle · 10 months

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Shang tsung x me self ship picrew

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #shang tsung mortal kombat #something wholesome #self shipping #self ship #mk self ship #picrew

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naturestarstruck · 2 years

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MegaMan - Forte's Act of Kindness

Bass: *glares at Rock* come on dweeb, come towards my way. *Prepares his buster*

Rock: 🎶🎵

Wily boy: *trips Rock*

Rock gets hurt slightly

Bass: *shocked* *enraged*

Bass: *immediately tackles his own brethren* SON OF A BOT HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MEGAMAN!!!!!!*

Rock: *slowly gets up* *witness Bass beating up a robot master* Bass! Stop!

Bass: *sharply looks at Rock* *slightly relieved he's okay*

Also Bass: *gets up and walks away without uttering a word* *hides blush*

#shitpost #megaman #headcanon #chat fic #chatfic #classic mega man #bass #rock #rockman #something wholesome #i think #bassrock

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randomhuman45 · 10 months

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Wholesome Shit!

So I was at the grocery store, shoppin' as one does. And note I have very long blue to pink obre hair. I had an old lady come up to me and be like "excuse me dear. I just can't help but admire your hair. I was a beautician back, oh, say about 60 years ago. Oh, how far we have come to make something so beautiful."

I also have a very large tattoo of a woman's face (no one in particular). This tattoo has brought at least 2 men to tears. One who told me it reminded him of his lovely grandmother whom he loved dearly and missed. Another who said it reminded him of his mother who had passed away many years ago. This man then proceeded to show me a multitude of pictures of his mother from when she was young while telling me stories of her for at least 15 minutes while I was at work.

Just a way to say. Be yourself. Don't be afraid to get a tattoo, dye your hair, wear outlandish make-up, wear your favorite outfit, etc. If people don't like it, well it ain't their fucking life and it ain't their fucking body. Do what you like, and sometimes you'll see, you're not alone. You'll run into people who like it too. You'll find a way to make someone's day, to touch someone's heart, to bring happiness to others. It may not make everyone happy, but if you can make just one person's day, even if it's yours, it's worth it!

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fanficwriter284 · 1 year

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Chucky had been sitting sipping a beer hanging his feet over the terrace of the roof of a building. He needed to clear his head. Funny how one wrong move and it was over for him. He would only have to slip, and he was done for.

"Hey Chuck"

"How'd you find me?"

"Because I know you. You're my best friend dumbass"

"Oh yeah.....wanna drink?"

"Yeah I'll take one"

Chucky cracked one open for his brother, with the bottle opener he had on the key chain he had for his keys. Right alongside it was photos of the twins and him and Tiffany.

"What you even doing up here?"

"Thinking"

"Bout what?"

"I don't know....just stuff"

"....."

The two sat beside each other just listening to the wind howl, wisping their hair upward.

"This is where we first met"

"......yeah......and I was kicking your ass"

"God don't remind me"

The two just snickered, taking another sip.

"........."

".......Hey Chuck"

"Yeah?"

"..........Do you care.....about me or Jig....or Billy"

"........y----yeah.....I care a lot about you three idiots"

"....."

"Maybe it's the booze talking but......I'd go as far to say that......I---I love you guys........In a brotherly way of course.... not in the romantic sets.....ever since.....well.....Carolus......it's just......nice...to have you guys.....BUT....If you ever tell a fucking soul I said this shit to you, you're dead"

"...Ok ok got it.....and.....woah....you must be drunk if you we're willing to admit that.....and yeah.....I love your dumbass too.....this shit ain't emasculating right?"

"....well no ones around so I think we're good"

#Chucky #Slappy #Something wholesome #I BETTER NOT SEE A DAMN SHIP ABOUT THIS BEING SPAMMED OR ISTG #THEY'RE JUST BROTHERS #NOTHING MORE #THEY BOTH TAKEN

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kybercvnt · 24 days

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Sometimes tumblr fanfics are so funny because they’re like

Star Wars boys and how they would show their affection 🥰

And then their adjacent gif is

#something wholesome #Star Wars #star wars fanfiction

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beardedmrbean · 5 months

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#wholesome #positivity #think I have this guy making a snow angel too #something I always see white people doing #and I want to do it too #pure joy

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l1wolf2588 · 1 year

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Sterling, who is coming to an understanding that he can sometimes simply be Too Much for this kitten who is not even a 40th his size, sometimes likes to just lie his head on the bed near where Inigo is playing and give him most exaggeratedly reduced kisses whenever Inigo gets "within range." Here, he eagerly awaits kitten proximity.

#foster kitty #collie pup #something wholesome

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pendragcnly · 1 year

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i'm a very private person but i won't deny that having someone who knows little things about you is actually nice??

one day, i went to this coffee shop with a friend who's not much of a coffee drinker and she asked me to order the same thing as i, which was caramel macchiato, which was a safe option for someone who doesn't drink coffee.

and when the drinks came, she tasted it and said " this is unusual, i thought you didn't like sweet? "

she's right, i didn't like sweet and this drink is awfully sweet. if it weren't for her, i would've not ordered this drink. i didn't want her to feel bad, so i just said " yeah, but i've been thinking to try something different. "

now she gave me a suspicious look, and said " and you're wearing pastel-colored outfits, usually you wear all black. are you dating someone?"

dummy, it's her birthday, why would i wear black on a special day? black covers your aura.

" no i'm not? it's your birthday, i wanna make it special. "

she laughed cheesily then we just went along with our conversations without she knowing how happy i am that she knew little things about me.

#ash original post #something wholesome #best friend

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ashleyloob · 9 days

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if there's one thing I love about girls it's the random ass compliments they dish out to strangers. this girl I have never seen in my life stopped me on the street to tell me she liked how my jacket was only slightly off shoulder and that it looked cooler not fully on, then walked away. why was she so specific

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inkskinned · 6 months

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for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

#wholesome #happy halloween #writeblr #just something to maybe warm ur heart in these times #my parents also usually let me take nov 1st off #this is the first year in like 20 years im not taking it off bc it became like a family holiday #i regret not taking it off but alas. capitalism.

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d0d0-b0i · 6 months

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warn me next time you do something stupid, ok

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #my art #DIDNT MISS THIS WEEKS WSTW!!! here take something vaguely wholesome

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littleskrib · 4 months

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“I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in my heart. It is a feeling given by true friends. I know this now, and know that I am home.” _ | based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterbae

reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out

#my art #bg3 #Astarion #Tyrus #OC #Tav #fanfiction #art for friends #After all the hurt it was about time to show something wholesome

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iridescent-king · 1 year

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