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#thanks in advance btw
fritz-fandoms · 7 months
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yall i gotta ask. I wanna make a fanfic for the prohibited wish ship. and I heard ppl toss around the idea of an office au. I'd like to do it but I'm not 100% sure how. Like I know a general idea but also, would their names still be the same or should I come up with my own names for them? Should I rewatch adventure time and fionna and cake episodes to make some of the characters I haven't seen in a while more accurate to their personality? At which point do these characters just end up being a new OC but taking up space on a preexisting character?
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joblesstuesday · 3 months
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can someone please explain transmasc mafuyu, not that i disagree or think it's bad but i wanna know why y'all think they're transmasc
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emahriel · 2 months
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i have a condition and it cannot be cured unless you guys give wrinkles to your ocs!!! this is a cry for help, i need to see wrinkled ocs in order to live!!!
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daipeanutsaiban · 4 months
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Asougi family vs Asougi clan's compare & contrast.
extra scribbles and notes (warning for length):
design points: kazuma, as a child, has chubbier cheeks than his father at the same age, and he gets his silkier hair from his mother. genshin's hair is drawn almost entirely with sharp angles. his ears stick out more. he, his own father, and half sister have vertical pupils like snakes might have. genshin's sister's hairstyle is meant to resemble a chonmage, minus the shaved part. she usually wears masculine clothing outside of formal occasions and around the house.
headcanons: genshin is his father's illegitimate child. he was brought to the house before he can remember; his mother left him with his father because she could not take care of a growing child (lives and works in the pleasure district). after his wife passed away, genshin's father decided to raise his then only child (miwa) as a man so that she could inherit the clan one day. this afforded her with privileges a girl normally wouldn't have in this time period, and she took much pride in living up to her father's expectations. this changed when genshin, a boy, arrived, and the resemblance to his father could not be ignored. miwa now finds her newfound privileges threatened by a mere child, so their relationship is naturally tense. she is one of the few people to encourage genshin to study overseas; it's unclear whether it's entirely for her own motivations to get him out of the way or if somewhere deep down, a small part of her wants to support her brother's goals. important to note that genshin isn't even interested in the clan beyond training his own disciples, so she's fighting this battle all by herself.
and now, some drawings!
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slippy-socks · 8 months
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fascinating discoveries recently, huh
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scrapnik · 2 months
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The Kiss (Klimt) has been redrawn a billion times with characters. And now it's a billion and ONE times. amen
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noisolpxe · 4 months
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i really hate being someone who bites my nails. ive been trying to stop by painting my nails (the nail polish is bad for me obviously and it tastes bad so its not pleasant to bite at) but it hasn't been helping as much as i'd hoped ://
like. idk ..... being a nail biter has been something ive been like. annoyed & ashamed of for a long time so i rly want to quit but it feels like i go thru periods where i don't do it for like 6 months or so then i start again so idk what to do to fix it and just stop overall cuz i always end up doing it again even if i don't realize i'm doing it
also i feel like every time i try to quit it i think about my rly shitty ex and how he said that his sister stopped "because she wanted to one day" and i feel even worse abt myself ;_; ik that's not a reasonable way to feel esp bc both my mom & my stepdad bite their nails so i grew up around it constantly and also bc of my anxiety but GOD. sorry it feels good to bite at my nails even when they're only a few days grown out like rn.... like i know it's not attractive to others at all or even necessarily good for me to bite at them but i just. end up doing it in the end.
how do i stop....? do any of my mutuals have advice... sorry for the rambling post im a little drunk rn but i rly wanna know if anyone has any tips on how to stop biting my fingernails
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intotheelliwoods · 10 months
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Thank you for one of the best peepaws and peepaw and young Leo dynamics ever. 💙 (Also your art pieces make me feel smoft)
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HELLO???? I am now an even more important person on tumblr! I love them. There is a checkmark for each huggy Leo :) Thank you so much omg!!
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wizardofgoodfortune · 5 months
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Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it
#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.
And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me
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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.
"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."
Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."
Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."
Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.
"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."
"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."
Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."
Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."
With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.
Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.
Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.
"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."
Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.
"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."
"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.
Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"
Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"
"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."
Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."
"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"
"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."
Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?
"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.
"And why's that?"
"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."
"You can always find another place."
"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."
"How sure are you that he won't?"
Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."
"You don't have his number?"
Hob shook his head.
Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"
"I have the money," Hob blurted out.
"What's that?"
"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."
Ian only looked at him.
"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."
Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."
Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."
Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."
"And you're a hired genius."
"Pardon?"
"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.
Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"
Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."
Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."
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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!
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guzhufuren · 5 months
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this man needs to be brought to hr 1000 times who even let him have that job position!!!
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 4 months
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AAA I'm back (temporarily HHH) to tell you guys I'm waiting to get a new computer cause mine is too old to support my drawing programs anymore xd
This is why I haven't been drawing/answering asks (along with multiple other reasons such as lessons and work SOB) so please be patient with me until I save up enough to buy myself a new laptop so I can post art like usual >:'D
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sentientstump · 27 days
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did you see that martyn watched your boat boys animatic on stream!!!!
wai- HUHHHH??
thats awesome 👍🏼 yippee!! :D
also hey mason!
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sootnuki · 8 months
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does anyone have the template for that on model vs. personal headcanon art meme... i'm in the mood to do this w/ snufkin lol
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bluehattedapprentice · 8 months
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What if before he went to America, Luke somehow travels back in time 3 years, the day before he meets his mentor Professor Layton with all the memories of what happens after?
Introducing my timeloop au! where Luke is stuck going back in time 3 years the day he was to go over to America several times and promptly tries to "fix" things that had gone wrong originally. Unfortunately for him fixing one problem leads to others being formed and after a mistake gone wrong on his 5th loop- Luke decides it's time to put an end to it once and for all.
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shootingstarrfish · 1 month
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Hey!! first of all I loooove your art it's so pretty! I wanted to ask, would you ever consider selling prints of your work?
hellooo, thank you soo much!!! <3333
i actually already do sell some prints on my etsy! i believe at the moment in terms of obey me prints specifically i only have my redraw of the belphie and lucifer card up, but if you had any specific requests let me know and id be happy to add them!
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amatera5u · 17 days
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hiiii friends i'm doing another playthrough so i'm recording some more footage!! i'm just curious as to what y'all like to see most<3
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