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"regrets"

another kaz art inspired with song

I put a lot of details in this work! so I hope you enjoy it

also thinking about making a series of art with the smiths songs💪

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Jason fans I have wonderful news for yooooou

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If you're still asking for Johnny Storm requests, I'm not sure if you've already drawn something similar but maybe Johnny or someone else using his hand or body as a hotplate/stove and cooking something? 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

Boom, don't ask about the hands, I used a stock imagine since they were making me crash out

Also first time drawing spiderman, it's quite obvious isnt it 😭 😭 😭

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I used a class project to make a short comic about one of my favorite boys! I wish I had more time to finish it... I would have liked to dedicate more time to it

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You're pretty good

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September 28th, Farewell to my life. Farewell to my home. This is my last chance for survival… This is my last escape…

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the tanker incident

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~ Let's go home ~

Another piece from my patreon

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Bruce: Na na na na na na na na, Bat-on…

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"go to hell" is basic. "i hope your favorite video game gets made into a mobile app to 'appeal to tiktok users' with ads & microtransactions" is smart. it's possible. it's terrifying.

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

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HOLY COW THANK YOU SO MUCH, ACTUAL PEAK WRITING THIS IS SO AMAZING <33333

Here's my part of the MGS Secret Cupid :3 A fanfic for @rorschach-retrograding-rotary! also tagging @hc-svnt-dracones95 because they're running the joint lol

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Frank sat slouched on one of the couches in the barracks, lost in thought. He picked absentmindedly at the worn, dull green fake leather of the couch, the material already cracked and splitting from years of use. Frank's lip curled into a slight sneer. It was somehow an odd analogy between the deteriorating furniture and the state of his unit right now, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

His eyes traced the cracks in the worn leather, his mind mulling over the upcoming mission. Thoughts of missions slowly shifted to reminisce on past events, of all the screaming, all the blood and death...the memories of Dhole crying out as they were shot, the fever and resulting infection, the look of delirium in their eyes as they slipped in and out of lucidity, his fingers beginning to grip the arm of the couch-

"Hey."

Frank snapped back to reality, his eyes flitting to the source of the voice. 

"...Hey." He replies, realizing that Dhole had entered the room while he'd been lost in his own mind. The couch sank down beside Frank as Dhole perched on the cushion beside him.

"You okay? You're not having a stroke, are you?" Dhole teased, scooting closer to rest their side against Frank's. The man grunted in response, thankful for the grounding feeling of Dhole's weight and warmth.

"Just thinking. That's all." Frank replied after a short pause, shifting slightly to allow Dhole to get a little closer. 

"Don't hurt yourself." Dhole said with a light giggle. Frank snorted. 

Dhole took the opportunity to rest their head on Frank's shoulder, enjoying just being close to him. Despite their rocky start, these little moments of just...being were what each of them lived for, the moments of disconnecting from the brutal reality of war to just rest in each other's presence.

Frank gingerly wrapped an arm around Dhole's shoulders, letting Dhole rest fully against him. Dhole's long, auburn hair was soft under his arm, the usually-braided strands resting loose down Dhole's back.

It was a stark difference from Frank's own short, coarse hair, and he reveled in the feeling of the soft tresses against his skin. After all, these feelings were the only thing keeping him tethered to this reality, to his sanity. He found himself playing with a few of the stray strands, gently wrapping them around his fingers and allowing them to slide between his digits.

Dhole sighed, pulling their legs up onto the couch and tucking their knees into their chest, curling against Frank. Dhole found a lot of comfort in physical touch, especially from Frank. 

"Seriously, Frank...are you okay?" Dhole asked softly, breaking the silence between them. In the days leading up to their next mission, they had noted Frank becoming more distant and spacey, more than usual, and it was worrying them. 

Frank looked over at Dhole, a short sigh escaping him. Dhole's eyes searched his own, as if looking for their own answers in Frank's gaze. He looked away again with a brief shake of his head.

"I'm fine, Dhole. Really."

Dhole's fingers gently gripped Frank's chin, turning the man's face toward their own again.

"Don't lie to me." 

Frank felt a slight warmth on his cheeks, and he huffed while swatting Dhole's hand away. It was a halfhearted gesture though, more out of irritation at being interrogated than Dhole's touch specifically.

"I'm serious. Don't worry about me."

Dhole rolled their eyes. "You're too stubborn, Frank."

Frank just pulled Dhole closer to him. He didn't want reality to seep into this moment. He just wanted to exist in this brief respite from the hell that awaited them outside these walls.

Frank's fingers ran through Dhole's hair again, grounding himself in the present once more. Dhole's hand moved to rest on Frank's thigh, their own mind mulling over Frank's behavior. They had an idea of what was bothering Frank, but getting the man to own up to it would be an act of Congress.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Dhole said softly, looking up at Frank. He flinched ever so slightly, a movement that only Dhole would have picked up on. "You don't want...that to happen again, right?"

Frank's jaw clenched.

"Fine. No, I don't." Frank replied curtly. The memories of seeing Dhole be shot, seeing them suffer and come so close to death were still painful and raw, and they would claw their way into his mind before every single mission from then on out.

Dhole blinked in surprise. "O-oh." They hadn't expected Frank to answer so easily. "Well...it's not going to happen again. We'll be more careful, just like the other missions."

"You can't know that." Frank replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

A silence settled over them, briefly, before Frank spoke again. "It worms its way into my thoughts every single time. All it takes is one fuckup, and I might..." Frank trails off, squeezing Dhole against him almost protectively. 

He shook his head, his grip slowly relaxing. "Look...let's just leave the mission where the mission belongs. I...I don't want to think about it right now. I just want to be here."

Dhole nods, struck speechless by Frank's sudden outpouring. They knew that Frank harbored a lot of guilt over what happened, but he'd never actually told Dhole how he felt. 

"Right. There's only so much time we have to rest, huh?" Dhole finally replied, their hand moving to cradle Frank's cheek in their palm. 

Frank gently rested his hand on Dhole's, his fingers wrapping slightly around theirs, pressing the other's palm tighter to his cheek.

"I just want this." Frank murmured, closing his eyes. "I just want the warmth and the peace. Nothing else."

Dhole smiled softly, their thumb caressing Frank's cheek. "Me too."

Frank simply hummed in response, tucking his face into the space between Dhole's neck and shoulder as if hiding it from the world. Dhole's hand slid to cradle the back of Frank's head, their fingers running through Frank's hair as the man relaxed against them.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they simply rested in each other's presence, curled into each other. Dhole pressed a kiss to Frank's head, the man's hair tickling their nose. 

"Maybe one day this will be all there is." Frank murmured, his face still pressed to Dhole's neck. "Just rest and peace and quiet."

The corners of Dhole's lips twitched. "Maybe when we're both dead," they chuckled, the sound having a slightly bitter edge to it. They felt Frank's lips curl into a slight smile against their neck.

Dhole's hand ran down the back of Frank's neck and back up, their head resting gently on the other's. 

Frank's fingers began twisting the auburn strands of Dhole's hair between them again, the motion comforting. 

Dhole nudged Frank's head with their nose, and Frank lifted his head to look at them. "What...?" he mumbled.

"Nothing. You're just being really cute right now." Dhole teased, kissing Frank's forehead before letting out a soft laugh.

Frank just rolled his eyes and let his head rest on Dhole's shoulder again. "Oh shut it." He grouched, huffing indignantly. "I'm not cute."

"Oh, but you are." Dhole countered, wrapping both arms around Frank's torso and holding him close. "Your secret's safe with me."

Frank just huffed again. "And you're incredibly annoying," he replied in a deadpan tone, "but that's no secret to anyone..."

Dhole just laughed, squeezing Frank in a tight hug. "Yeah, yeah. But you still choose to be here, so you must like it, right?"

" I guess so." Frank replied simply, shifting slightly.

There was a slight commotion in the hall, disturbing the two of them and reminding them of the upcoming mission. Frank cursed under his breath, reluctantly straightening up and stretching.

"Sounds like it's about time." Dhole said, their voice carrying a tinge of irritation. "I was hoping it wouldn't be so soon." 

Frank stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Time marches on, with or without us unfortunately." He looked down at Dhole, still perched on the couch. "We should get ready."

Dhole huffed in annoyance and stood beside Frank, also stretching their muscles. "Fine."

Dhole turned to leave, but Frank gently grabbed Dhole's arm, stopping the other in their tracks. He turned Dhole to face him, his fingers taking Dhole's chin in his fingers firmly, tilting their head up to look him in the eye.

"Promise me...you'll be careful." Frank murmured, his voice low and rumbling in his chest.

Dhole blushed slightly, before their hand gently caressed the back of Frank's hand as it held their face firmly in its grip. "I promise..."

Frank held Dhole's chin a moment longer before he released it, nodding once.

"You better. I don't want to lose you." 

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metal gear soldier OC Valentine's day trade thing

@hc-svnt-dracones95 @linashirou

The request was a letter from Hal Emmerich to their OC

H̶o̶w̶d̶y̶

Hi Lina

Sorry I'm not really sure how to start letters but I guess they're the least important part anyways right?

It's been l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶ quiet without you here.

(Sorry about all the scratches, I'm doing this in pen since the minute I needed a pencil, all of them just vanished)

I'm not entirely sure where to begin this part either in all honesty. It's been pretty mundane without you here.

Not that it's your responsibility to keep it interesting or anything, just that I'm an animal of routine I guess. No outside interference makes it pretty repetitive.

I made sure to tape the episodes of Cowboy Bebop that came on, I wasn't sure if you'd seen it or not or if this was a rerun but it looked interesting so I figured I'd tape it just to be safe.

I had it on the counter a while ago but I can't find it anywhere anymore either though (I suspect it's in cohorts with the pencils) but I figured I'd let you know anyways in case it was something you wanted to look out for later.

(Sorry again, I don't really know why I wrote all that out, and now I can't scribble that entire paragraph out otherwise I may as well start over and I don't think it'd be able to get the momentum going again)

It's started snowing again.

Not like flurrying mind you, genuinely bouts of snow.

̶T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶q̶u̶i̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶.̶

I don't remember where I read it but snow and trees are supposed to be the most effective things at dampening noise. It's why they have trees alongside highways. And it's also why a snow covered forest is one of the quietest places you can go.

And why I guess the weather decided to be mean and pile a good foot of snow at the door. Haven't gotten cabin fever yet though so that's good. Fairly antsy but not clawing at the walls of the cabin yet though. Not sure how long I have left though.

(Sorry, I'm debating crossing that out, I'm not sure how well tone travels in letters.)

I know it's not weird but it feels odd saying that I miss you talking. It's just something normal. Something mundane so it feels weird to be building it up or wishing for it, but I wish you were here talking to me about something.

Or letting me talk to you. I feel too schizophrenic when I talk aloud to myself. I can't really justify it either considering I already know what I'll be saying before I articulate it so there really isn't a point to me speaking it aloud besides just trying to fill dead air.

So no pressure but just know whenever you leave, you're leaving me to the fate of being confined in a quiet house till I go insane.

Actually that's not fair. Imagine I scratched that one out too. I've had to crank up the heater.

“Get a blanket!"

No, this is one that I'll stand my ground on. When I'm sitting on the couch in a sweater with two blankets over me and my teeth are still chattering? I wasn't even this cold up on Shadow Moses. So congrats I guess. We've got a house colder than Alaska. I wonder if they give awards for that.

That's not important though. I had something I wanted to say when I began the letter and it somehow slipped my mind. I feel like I'm doing that a lot these days. A couple hours ago I was trying to remember what colour eyes you had.

Sorry again, I know that's not something you want to hear from your husband. Or really anybody.

"You mean a lot to me, but could you remind me of this one basic trait that should be the first physical feature I register?”

S̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶ ̶

That's another unfair sentiment to toss your way. I'm two-for-two now I guess. Really on a roll with these today, huh? In case you've been wondering why I haven't been sending letters frequently, this is why.

Chicken-scratch penmanship, probably some repetitive points here and there. I never know what to say. Which is funny I guess considering most of my conversations as a kid happened through email or some chat room I shouldn't have been on. Emma was easy to talk to, but I know even some of my conversations with her were probably nonsensical.

Letters just feel so formal. Like I have to get it right the first time otherwise why should I even try? And I know that's not true considering I'm still scribbling this letter despite half of it probably being crossed out by now, but I'll be lucky if I can even get through this one without tearing it in half and trying to re-word it later.

I know, I guess, that if I don't write this kind of thing now, or at least get into the habit of writing them, I never will. And I don't want it to be like that. I don't want to be so nervous doing something like simply sending a letter so I'm going to be sending this no matter what. Even if I have to shut my eyes when I cram it in the mailbox or have to convince myself to “accidentally" slip it to the mailman.

Sorry, I understand this is probably a convoluted mess and Walt Whitman would throw his hands up in defeat if he saw it. Or maybe it was Kafka? Who's the one who liked Mary Shelly? Whatever, it doesn't matter.

The point is, I miss you. I miss your laugh. I miss seeing you in the morning instead of an empty bed. I wish it wasn't this quiet in the house. I wish I didn't feel like I was hanging around a stranger's home even though I know I have the right to be here.

I know it's childish as a sign off but,

Love you and miss you,

See you when you come back.

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in response to recent news, heres johnny to cheer some of us up. remember kids, when people tell you, the government wouldnt do this!! oh yes they would. support me: https://ko-fi.com/alocowberry

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"kill them with kindness" WRONG. chair attack 🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

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sad borky cover page WIP for a lil mini comic I'm making about him... it will be titled 'solace' :D

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The Dragon Unleashed ! 🐉