#AND WITHOUT HIS GLASSES TOO?
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allmightyscroll-swag · 1 month ago
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KIMHARRY NATION RISE UP 🫵🫵
this stemmed from me wondering if Kim would appreciate hearing Harry's heartbeat subconsciously. A gentle reminder that they made it- their alive. Both of them,,,
(and then suddenly this appeared)
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yourangle-yuordevil · 1 year ago
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what if we flirted at the gentlemen club 😳 (and we were both flirting) 😞❤️😞Discreet Gentlemen's Club
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lunacias · 9 months ago
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these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus
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choccy-milky · 7 months ago
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Pssssh, uhh hi. Have you drawn Amit? Love the Sebastian, but just curious.
i have once but it wasnt much, SO HERES A PROPER DRAWING OF HIM SINCE IM IN A DOODLEY KINDA MOOD
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amit when he finds someone he can talk about astronomy with ⭐🌙✨
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erinwantstowrite · 10 days ago
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imagine the panic the waynes must feel when they are trying to take care of 4 year old peter who breathes wrong and gets sick after living with 14 year old peter who is practically immune to getting sick because of the spider 😭
peter normally is like "you have to be trying to kill a small island of people if you want to get me sick or poisoned" but peter as a 4 year old is like "if i even look wrong when im doing something i will get sick for five hundred years and then YOU will get sick"
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areallyyellowmango · 24 days ago
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Y'know what? That's it! *un-glasses-fies your Steven Rudboys and your Dr. W. Afton*
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I'm working on drawing all of the neighbors in my style while being as accurate to their original models as possible, and since I had these two goobers done I figured I'd yoink their glasses and draw how I imagine they look without 'em, cause why not?
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glowexxy · 5 months ago
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finished p5r recently. i absolutely love these three ohmygod
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lazycranberrydoodles · 1 year ago
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woe mundane monopoly headcanons be upon ye
follow for more of modern au hua cheng’s outfits
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j00stkl31n · 5 months ago
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I have only seen the first photo of this set so I’m so fucking happy to have found the whole thing 🥰✨
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cryptic-underground · 2 months ago
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Decided to draw him in my style since I'm still struggling with the show's style, heh. I should probably sit down to do a proper study one of these days. But I'm happy with how this turned out! Still getting the hang of using an iPad (I was gifted one in my art absence on here, so no more phone drawing for me unless I'm posting old stuff).
I also have a doodle page that I did before this, and a comic:
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Image #1 text:
"Okay, either Sixer used his nerd brain to make some science glasses, or all those punches ta the head are finally catching up to me."
*Can almost see clearly.*
*Gave him my astigmatism*
*Drew him in my style*
Image #2
"???"
"You forgot the eight, Sixer."
"Oh, thank you, Stanley!"
"Wait, WHAT."
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s0dabeach · 1 month ago
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i drew more grunkles :3
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+ closeups from the grunkle page below (i changed the mullet stan and flustered(?) stan a little after taking the pic of the full page)
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vecnuthy · 1 year ago
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"C'mon," Eddie said as he twisted the doorknob and grabbed Steve's hand.
The smell of rain hit Steve's nostrils when they stepped through the front door onto the porch to experience firsthand what they had been watching from behind the door. It was breezy and warm out due to the late spring storm rolling through their Indiana haunt, making the big metal wind chimes clang in low tones. The rain fell thick but with far more grace than Eddie did onto their glider, pulling Steve down with him and making him land awkwardly with an oof that Eddie definitely felt, judging by the wheeze he let out.
"How's your spleen?" Steve joked, shifting into a more comfortable position, his back against Eddie's chest, feet up on the footstool.
"A little banged up," he groaned out with a voice of somebody who had lived centuries, but that melted away when Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's waist and held him close and spoke, grin evident, into the shell of his ear, "but I've got my favorite heating pad."
Steve's skin prickled to life and he smiled, eyes closed as Eddie rocked the glider into a slow motion. Thunder rolled lazily in the distance.
This was new. Not the two of them being together, but the two of them having this. A big porch. A glider. Those ridiculous wind chimes that Steve thought he'd never get used to but would now miss if they were gone. Their modest plot of land sprawled with more trees than lawn, but there was a big enough clearing to have a garden that they had taken full advantage of. There was privacy there. It was home, and Steve melted into Eddie's hold as they took in the steady, heavy patter of rain around them.
They stayed out there for a while and watched the way the rain bled down the tree trunks and saturated the soil. The leaves already looked more vibrant due to them soaking up the nitrogen the lightning provided, while the taller flowers sagged under the weight of the water trapped in their throats and coating their foliage. Despite the added weight, there was no denying how much better they looked already. It had been a couple of weeks since the last rain, and, honestly? Faucet water just wasn't the same.
"We needed this," Eddie muttered quietly into the crook of an all but dozing Steve's neck.
The only sign of life was his breathing and the lazy drag of his fingertips over the skin on Eddie's arm, still wrapped around his waist. Steve hummed in agreement, unable to resist adding on, "Alright, gramps."
He could feel Eddie's smile against his skin, could feel his teeth nip at what was probably a mole because Eddie was predictable and weak.
Which Steve couldn't say a thing about, because as Eddie's breath washed over and heated his skin, adding to their own humidity, Steve couldn't be paid to move.
And, god, that thunder. Every time it rumbled, Eddie's lips brushed against Steve's shoulder. Steve didn't even know if Eddie was aware he did it, and there was no way Steve was going to point it out and risk it stopping. The fear was totally unfounded (it's Eddie), but still he would keep it close, shelter it like a greedy dragon, because, like clockwork: thunder; feather light kiss. Or a nose rub. And sometimes, Eddie would sigh with contentment, too, chest rising and slowly falling, making Steve sink back into him. No troubles, no worries. Nothing but the rain, thunder, humidity, and mutual adoration.
Eddie was right. They needed this.
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mechieonu · 1 year ago
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but like maybe bill had a point if i saw a man that wasn't yet infected w The Horrors but was very clearly intending to run headlong into them I'd snatch him up and ruin him for anyone else too
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hemi-demi · 2 months ago
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When you're organizing the stacks and he holds the hair out of your eyes for you 💙💚 so considerate
Art for chapter 29 of Lucid
Uncensored image on ao3 🔞
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cartsandhorses · 6 months ago
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Those aus where the characters never meet but it’s hannigram and they just don’t have a reason to. Not that that would stop them but maybe Will was recommended a different psychiatrist or left the field entirely, dropped off the face of the earth. He would be the talk of psychiatric circles but Hannibal would never have a reason or opportunity to seek him out. Hear his name in passing and move on, never see his face and fall in love. And maybe they walk by each other but by the time they look back it’s too late. A brushing of shoulders Hannibal would find rude and that Will would go out of his way to avoid but didn’t. A scent that Hannibal inhales and can’t let go of (he wants to, it bothers him) but can’t trace its source because Will already walked away. But he had gone still. Just for a moment, uncertain of why…
They never do get an answer. Not this time. Perhaps they’ll both feel something missing, distantly and locked away.
It’s like outside forces divine intervention are keeping them apart.
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vinkandpaint · 9 months ago
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neeew sona reeeef
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