#A SHAME!!! it’s so fun
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girlspecimen · 1 year ago
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boyish whimsy cute and moe style
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bunnysnared · 16 days ago
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fuck it, mods asleep. post the forbidden ocship. the ghostdoves ♥
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surreal-duck · 10 days ago
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this one goes out to a certain middle schooler who wouldve been eviscerated on the spot by woke miraculous
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ratchet-toesniffer · 10 days ago
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Optimus all over that old dusty ass poonany bro. Can't even say anything, I’d be all up on it, too.
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More art I did of my beautiful wife 😍😍 I got into Transformers bc of TFA Ratchet, so he holds a special place in my heart.
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stealingyourbones · 7 months ago
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The Lazarus Pits are actually ectoplasm distilleries made by ghosts that have since been abandoned after being discovered by humans.
Ra’s Al Ghul, various heroes, villains, all were revived due to the ghost equivalent of Blinds You strength moonshine.
Additional idea: Danny doesn’t know of the existence of Lazarus Pits and just turned 21. Ember brings him to her favorite Lazarus Pit; the one that’s directly under Gotham
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theellipelli · 7 days ago
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panel redraw of falst and dainix from @comicaurora because they make me sick. sick with thousands of diseases. theyve caused irreparable damage to my psyche
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 4 months ago
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if time was a religion i would be its most devoted follower 🕰️ 🙏🧎
;3 extras +
full design sorta + original sketches with CW's hadonkabadonks that i sadly had to cover with his clockface 😔
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also here is the inspiration - Doha the priest from 'I thought my time was up' on webtoon 😳😰😰
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unrelatedsideblog · 2 months ago
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He's so real for that 🙂‍↕️
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seiwas · 9 months ago
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cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
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wtfforged · 1 year ago
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boy why you so legs
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theokusgallery · 5 months ago
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Little pet project of a human AU
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The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here
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thebibliosphere · 9 months ago
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I feel like I'm the only person I know who could take a drug meant to lower your blood pressure (propranolol) and end up hypertensive from it instead.
The annoying thing is it killed my migraine pain; I'm just fucking allergic to it, so I can't even enjoy being pain-free because the rest of me got hit with the anaphylactoid reaction stick.
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spookberry · 2 years ago
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I've decided to give the MH ghosts some Obsessions :)
(Next)
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g0blinsprout · 24 days ago
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Can't deny it anymore 💕
I had so much fun drawing this! I love Shoujo manga and the art used for chapter breaks inspired me to keep it black and white with screen tones for that good good manga look ✨
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bloominglegumes · 1 month ago
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Curious, what version of Jazz do you draw the most? (Or enjoy drawing the most?)
i think when i'm drawing him outside of any specific continuity i sort of just take the g1 design and goof it? its kind of like the idea of the evergreen designs but it's just me being lazy fjsjfj,, if anything, the way i tend to draw jazz when i'm just doodling is probably closest to the go go comics
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vela-pulsars · 10 months ago
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not enough stonjourner art out there
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