#I WANTED TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR THIS BUT I STARTED TOO LATE
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girliism · 4 hours ago
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tashi who instead of going to art and patrick’s hotel that night she went to yours.
she had bumped into on the way there, making you spill your drink all over yourself.
“oh, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going.” she apologized profusely, trying to help you dry off your shirt. you were about give back a snarky comment until you looked and saw who it was in front of you. “you’re tashi duncan.” she gave you a shy nod. “i was at your party earlier and i saw your game. you were amazing.” you started walking towards your room. tashi surprisingly followed you, forgetting all about the two boys.
“oh, thanks. do you play?” tashi asked. you nodded your head. “yea, i would’ve gone up against you too, if anna hadn’t beat me.” you were still a bit salty about your loss. “anna is a bitch.” tashi says. you laugh. “she totally is.”
you opened door to you hotel room and stood in the doorway. “so, did you wanna come in?”
“ok.”
tashi’s eyes wandered around your hotel room. the tv was on playing some cartoon, there was a couch by the window where your suitcase sat open. you grabbed a shirt from your bag making your way into the bathroom to change.
tashi didn’t say how you forgot to close the door, only watched the reflection of you taking off the semi soaked shirt to replace it.
“do you want something to drink?” you opened the mini fridge you stocked up when you got there. “i have… soda, juice, beer.” tashi’s head turned towards you at the mention of the alcoholic beverage. “beer it is.” you smiled.
the drink was passed back and forth between the two of you, each of you taking sips.
“so, you were at my party?” tashi took a sip. “why didn’t you say hi?” you took the drink from her. “you looked busy.” you shrugged. “i would’ve made time.” she took back the drink, swallowing up what was left, her eyes never left your.
“all out of beer.” the can fell onto the floor with a low thunk noise. “what now?” tashi asked. her head cocked to the side, some of her hair falling over her shoulders. “whatever you want.” your gaze slipped from hers eyes to her lip then back to her eyes.
tashi moved to lay on her back and followed her movements. the only sounds filling the room was the commercials playing in the back ground, the low hum of the ac and the sheets rustling under tashi’s body as she turned to hover above you.
she looked angelic on top of you. her long hair curtaining around her head and tickling your cheeks. you opened your mouth to tell her how pretty she is but was stopped by her mouth on yours.
the kiss was heated from the start. the two of you panting into each other’s mouths, your hand traveled up her waist to grab the side of her face, molding your lips together even more. tashi’s blunt nails dug into your thighs, pulling them open and slotting herself in between them. you moan into her mouth when she presses her thumb down on your clit.
“oh.” you groaned, your head falling back. tashi kissed up your throat, her hand slipped into your shorts and she wasted no time pushing two fingers into your wet core.
tashi fucks her fingers in and out of your cunt with her thumb drawing figure eights your on clit, watching with a smile as you fall apart. “fuck, tashi. keep going.”
your moans get higher and higher pitched and your back arches up as your gummy walls tighten around tashi and soak her fingers with you cum. tashi slowly slipped her fingers free, sucking them into her mouth before standing up leaving you still laying there trying to catch your breath.
“where are you going?” you pushed yourself up to rest on your forearms. tashi slid back on her sandals, turning to look at you. “it’s getting late, i have to go.” her hand twisted the doorknob. “but, i’ll see you around.” then she left as if she was never there leaving you to reply in your mind what had happened earlier.
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“dude, i told you she wasn’t coming.”
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idorukiss · 2 days ago
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Heres a sorta drabble/headcanon of sorts of how I picture MC's relationship with Rafayel would devleop~ I'm not much of a writer but the brainrot is real and im working on making similar ones for the other boys too!
1,051 words || You can also read it on ao3
‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙ Xavier ・ Zayne ・ Sylus
There have been many different things in Rafayel's life that inspired him when it comes to his art, But nothing took control of his heart so intensely as much as you have. Like a whirlpool you shook him to his core from that first meeting, and all he wants to do is capture you on his canvas for eternity.
It really was quite the blessing with how willing you were to become his bodyguard- not only can he keep you within arms reach but you can also protect him from all the shady people after his life. Like killing 2 birds with one stone, except you were so much stronger and beautiful than any stone he’s ever set eyes on before
He absolutely felt like a flirt to you at the start with all of the compliments and casual physical touch between you guys, He just loved to say how amazing you are while enclosing you in a deep bear hug. It was strange at first you'd admit, but it never felt like he was trying to make any passes at you or act like he was expecting anything in return. Perhaps that's just how he acts with people he trusts?
When Rafayel isnt painting, you two spend a lot of time outside finding inspiration all around. He usually has a sketchbook with him scribbling away anytime he sees something interesting- the landscapes, pretty flowers, or even a parfait you guys got to share. You’ve seen some of these sketches as he works on them, it always amazes you how much detail he can capture with so few lines.
He never let you fully flip through the sketchbook however, claiming all sorts of reasons why, like that the drawings were scared of the sunlight or you had to go through many trials to be worthy. It was obvious how much he cherished it and you respected his wishes, though it would be nice to reminisce on some of the good times you guys had together again. Though its not like your phone wasn't filled to the brim with photos already
Late one night, you stop by his place to make sure he didn't need any motivation to finish a painting for a deadline set the next morning. You have confidence he could make it in time, he always did, but you want to help him as best as you can otherwise. When you arrive you spot a stunning completed painting and a Rafayel sleeping on the sofa below it- both stunning as they're illuminated by the moonlight.
Taking it upon yourself to clean up his supplies a little, just enough to not be a walking hazard of course, you spot his precious travel sketchbook on the floor. Surely he wouldn't mind if you took a little peak in it, you'd love to see how he finished the last landscape you guys saw before he locked himself up to work. As you flip through the pages you see so many familiar sights from your time together so far, but scattered around them filling maybe even more pages was many drawings of a person. Of you. All surrounded by hearts and little notes about things you've said.
When did he have a chance to draw all of these? Is this how you look to him?? Questions race your mind as your face flushes at the image of him intensely scribbling in the sketchbook as you dance around the beach being dumb. You decide to grab a pencil and add your attempt of a sketch of him in the back, signing it with a little heart of your own. It’s nowhere near his skill level but something that captures how you feel, and maybe he would get a chuckle out of it once he spots it.
You don’t realize when the casual acts of affection he started out with turn slightly more romantic- going from linking arms together to holding your hand, and you swear you feel him press little kisses on the top of your head every time he wraps his arms around you. But you don't hate it, in fact it makes your heart flutter every time you realize it
Rafayel often messages you at the most random times to meet him somewhere, usually it was because he found a stunning view and wanted to share the experience with you. Sometimes he would even show up at your apartment to whisk you away, and every time it filled you with joy. These dates and every moment you get to spend with him fill your heart with so much warmth.
One particularly warm night you were woken up by a call inviting you to the beach near his studio. It was worth crawling out of the bed at an ungodly hour, not only for the view but for him. While you were admiring the waves, he couldn't keep his eyes off you as a cautious pinky is hooked around yours. Two faces flush as you look at him, it lasts for only a moment before its interrupted by your watch.
Your face falls as you read the notification “It looks like I got a last minute mission in the morning…I guess this means I have to head back already.” As you take a heavy step to start walking away he reaches out to stop you with a pleading look on his face “Wait, don’t go yet” “Rafayel…. I’m sorry, I really am. This night- everything was wonderful, it really was” “Can’t you just stay the night?” He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck “Please just stay the night, I don’t want you to leave.” Your heart flutters as you wrap your arms around him in return “Okay, I’ll stay for you my sweet painter”
He is the most clingy man you’ve ever met, constantly torn between wrapping himself around you while peppering every inch of skin with kisses and diving headfirst into hundreds of paintings with you as his muse. His studio would be covered in nothing but paintings of you if he didn't have to focus on his commissions.
He sculpted out a place in your heart that held him, and in turn you've devoted yourself to him- loving him with every fiber of your being
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boom-butterflyeffect · 1 day ago
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WARNING/S - smut, mentions of killing/stabbing, knife play, choking, mr.ghostface kink?, mask kink?, <3
you heard a bang as the lodge door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from the bed. you swore youd locked all the doors before getting into bed and the only other person with a key was josh but hed had to stay late at the smaller cabin, Jessica and Mike's "love den", as he called it. "last minute preparations, babe", he said.
slowly creeping around the corner of the bedroom door you peaked out to see.. nobody. the long hallway was completely.. empty. so you went back into the room and grabbed your boyfriends baseball bat, then made your way into the kitchen followed by the living room. once again seeing.. nothing.
hand falling to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things, the religious watching and study of horror media finally getting to you, you thought, just before you felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.
you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even being able to see who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let go of you.
“its me, kitten!” he lifted the ghostface mask to reveal a very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.
“JOSH! you scared me to death!” you yelled at him, looking down at his baseball bat still in your hand.
“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.
as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small thong and a cropped scream t shirt, how ironic. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.
“you look.. hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.
“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at his words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life, kitten?”
“josh..” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the ghostface character, among others, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.
his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the nearest wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what kitten?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.
“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you kitten?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”
“josh please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.
“youre such a little whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”
your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rose and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine, he couldnt even imagine, how wet you were right now, how wet he was making you. cheeks reddening as he spoke to you.
“go on kitten, b.e.g.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.
“please jos-please dont kill me mr ghostface, i really want to be in the sequel.. ,you can do anything you want to me,.. ill do anything.” you pleaded so desperate and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.
“i know you will but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.
you walked back into the room and sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk before pulling the mask back down. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.
“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”
he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.
“s.u.c.k. now”.
you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.
he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him,.. well the mask.
“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking kitten gag on my cock.”
you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. josh had never yet been this rough with you and you couldnt lie. you really liked it and you could tell that he did too.
he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. "you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?" he asks and you practically whimper.
"please mr.ghostface." you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.
he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.
"thank you mr.ghostface." you smile up at him in the most innocent way possible, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.
"stand." he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. "so fucking perfect, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?" he asks and you nod.
"stupid slut." he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.
"what do you want babe? tell me what you want." he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.
"i want to ride you.. please." you almost moan just at the thought he nods.
"go on then kitten, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy." he questions and you dont even answer.
you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. "josh o.h m.y g.o.d." he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.
you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. "perfect, youre so fucking perfect." he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. "and so so cute." his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.
"mi..-mister im close." you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.
"hold it." he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.
his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.
"go on kitten show me how much of a good girl you are cum all over my cock." he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his all black clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.
"fuck." he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.
"babe.." josh asks, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you hum, tracing patterns over his chest. "you okay?" he asks, continuing to play with your hair and you nod, exhausted.
“you never told me you into ghostface hm?” he laughs and you shrug.
“i got too many horror crushes.” you confess.
“oh yeah?"
"wait.. does beetlejuice count as horror too?" you quiz to no one really.
josh laughs.
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idk im bored
jesus fucking christ anon.
Josh definitely would, especially around Halloween time since he has an excuse for dressing up in the costumes.
was not expecting a smut oneshot in my inbox, but i am not mad about it at all, good lord.
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lily-claw · 1 day ago
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I just saw one of my fav artists telling us to rest and take care of ourselves and then I wanted to draw something for him but also wanted to share it here too, lately I started to not taking care of myself well and I kinda forget how important to sleep, having time to myself, feeling comfortable in my room etc.
So lets try to take care of ourselves better together or smthng idk
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stabbyfoxandrew · 3 days ago
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My heart is screaming Demon Neil, but my brain keeps me loyal to Angel Neil. The wings, Aerie! The wings are out! Is he flying now? Who was the other angel he met? Kayleigh? (That's Kevin's mother name, right? The brain fog from being sick is killing me, I can't remember shit.) Although, it seems like Demon Neil hasn't been getting the love it deserves, so if you end up not getting any asks for it, I will take you up on it instead. Oohh the reaction demon Neil had about his father. Huuu, powerful. I'm giddy every time I read either of these works. I've also been rly enjoying Mer AU. Are they ever going to swim together? I'm ending my yapping, I hope you've been doing well <3 (And if it wasn't clear my request is Angel Neil, but I'll take Demon Neil if it doesn't get any asks. Or if Angel gets a lot of them, like 4+. Gotta balance the love each gets.)
WIP Wednesday (10/30) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 250)
Andrew's barely finished his question when Neil gets a devious look on his face. Without warning, the angel scoots impossibly forward and crosses his arms in front of him. He kicks off against the side of the building and then he's falling. Andrew grabs for him but it’s too late. His stomach falls with Neil and Andrew scrambles back from the edge of the roof, his heart in his throat.
"NEIL?" Andrew shouts, on hands and knees. There's the sound of enormous wings flapping. Once, twice. Three times. And Neil is there, ten feet away with only his wings holding him up. Andrew's mouth falls open and he moves to sit normally, in awe of the image before him. Neil maintains his hover for a moment, then grins and shoots up into the sky.
A burst of air comes off his wings and flutters Andrew's hair, caresses his face. He watches, looking up, up, up, as Neil soars. He becomes impossibly small the higher he gets, until it seem he's about to disappear. But he doesn't. Andrew watches him make figure-8s up in the sky, leaving contrails in his wake. It's almost like skywriting.
Andrew almost shouts for him to draw something, but doesn't. Instead he just watches in amazement until Neil closes his wings and free-falls towards the parking lot before catching himself and lifting back up until he's able to step onto the roof again. As his feet hit the ground, Andrew's heart leaps. Neil is all smiles and ruddy cheeks and wings.
"That answer your question?" He asks, clearly winded.
Andrew nods, still mesmerized. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wants to bitch at Neil for scaring him like that, but before he can a ring of light appears over Neil's head. It's twice as bright as his wings and Andrew can't look away from it.
"You're so shiny," Andrew whispers, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes. "So shiny and beautiful."
"Andrew?" Neil says, but Andrew barely hears him. Barely hears anything. There's a gasp, a curse, then all the light disappears with a poof of feathers. The spell breaks and Andrew blinks himself awake just as Neil drops to his knees. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Andrew rubs his eyes, to find them embarrassingly wet. He roughly wipes his face with his sleeve and clears his throat until he feels confident his voice won't break. "Yes. I'm fine."
"Fuck, you're not. Can you see?"
"I..." Andrew can't see him. Not really. There's a vague outline that's probably Neil, but everything's too bright. Like staring at the sun too long.
"Happy birthday, Andrew," Neil says in a panic. "Fuck. I have to go now. I hope you get that cake you wanted."
"No, don't," Andrew blinks hard and reaches for him. "Neil. Stay, I—"
The Neil-shape vanishes before he can start to beg and Andrew drops his head into his hands, eyes still burning.
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crow-the-fox · 3 months ago
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OK I'M SCHEDULING THIS JUST IN CASE I FORGET
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF TMNT TAKING OVER AND RUINING (/j) MY LIFE, YIPPEEEEEEEE
so one (1) year ago (8/24/23) my friend asked in our friend group if we were going to watch "tmnt: mutant mayhem" and when were we gonna go. I had pretty much no idea of what he was talking about and so i googled it. it looked familiar, i'd seen like half of two episodes of the 2012 version, but i had no idea there was anything else to it. however, in the back of my mind i believed to remember having seen something about it. so i looked it up. "autistic ninja turtle" (i kid you not, this is what i typed). and so i discovered donatello rise of the tmnt. he made me incredibly excited and i started watching copilations of him on youtube. it absorved me and i told my friends excitedly that i needed to watch this stupid ninja turtles movie. when i tell you i stimmed in the theatre during the whole thing i am not exaggerating (really, ask my friends lmao). And so i became more and more invested. i kept watching copilations. i saw the rise movie on netflix and i loved it. so much. So i kept watching more copilations. and video essays. and analysis. eventually i came around to finding a place to watch the rise show. and i loved it so much more. i kept looking for things to consume. facts to learn. theories to develop. fanart, aus, other iterations, comics, shorts, documentaries, everything. the old and the new. I still have a lot to learn. A lot to watch. A lot to create.
I'm pretty sure finding this franchise has been one of the best things that ever happened to me because of all the happiness and excitement and just- everything that it has brought me. I love these dumbasses so much and i wanna keep loving them for much, much longer. but this is the first milestone on the way.
So thank you all for putting up with my tmnt mental illness. it will not get better.
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sysig · 9 months ago
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Strictly professional showering (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Handplates#Alphys#Gaster#''Do Monsters even have showers-'' shhhhhh. Let me have this#Lol#And to think I made this because I Actually wanted to draw him miserably taking a shower!#Probably unsurprising but this was a shower thought lol#I knew as soon as I started thinking about the differences in Snowdin vs. Hotland's temperatures and what that might do to the water-#It was too late! I had to make something about it all my doodles are secretly just a way to smuggle unrelated headcanons out lol#Pipes bursting in Snowdin probably would be a problem for at least like kitchen sinks :0 Need reinforced cold-proof pipes haha#I haven't gotten to Hotland in my current playthrough but there was also the water cooler wasn't there!#Only Waterfall convenient to take showers in lol#ANYway so distractable lol#Gaster doesn't feel even a little bad asking favours lol casually waves it away as ''It needs to be done so it's fine''#Aren't you worried about being an inconvenience! No he's not lol#And obviously Alphys doesn't mind hehe ♪#Alphys is the best because basically no matter where you drop it in the timeline she's always going to be awkward and thirsty lol#They've known each other for a few months? They've known each other for a few years? Alphys will still swing-and-a-miss lol#She's really cute heck I gotta practice her more ♫ Curves! Love drawing curves#Really what were you expecting - why would he come out before he's dressed? This isn't his house it's not like he can just wander around#He brought everything in with him that he needed! Silly#If skeletons are fluffy do you suppose they shed? Would she find skeleton fuzz on one of her towels?
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cryptiduni · 1 year ago
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“white mourning.”
#‘‘A white mourning. A modern death. Divorce or something similar. All you can do is put more distance between you & him. make him smaller.’’#jean is a very easy character to hate if you know nothing about him. & you know what they say. easy target doesn’t make for a good practice#judit literally compares harry to intellectually disabled man yet you don’t see ppl hating her because she is outwardly nice.#she’s polite yes but she doesn’t care as much as jean cares for harry#he is not perfect. he is mean. but loyal. if he truly didn't care he wouldn't hab come back to martinaise & coulda just reported harry’s as#he put up with du bois’ bullshit for years and built a toxic (totally straight) relationship with him yet always comes back.#he says he will leave you in the village to die but please understand harry isn't exactly a great person. especially pre-bender hdb.#planned a make up joke & put on a wig for hdb even tho he wasn’t the who started the whole fiasco#you can hate him all you want for leaving harry before & during tribunal but how could he have foreseen all this bullshit would have happen#his second leaving is kinda bullshit writing but#jv is dealing with his own demons too. clinical depression. partner almost died. job is shit. case spiraling out control#i do not blame the DE staff either. sometimes shit just happens. not everything needs a grand explanation.#but it definitely coulda been handled better. but i understand. resources were sparse.#i relate to ​jv. as someone with temper issues & attention problems i have to remove myself from the scene or i'll say shit i'd regret late#my man is having the worst week of his life. leave him alone.#kim is great but have u heard of a man who thinks he's old when he is only 30 & luvs horses & his commie boyfriend that he's divorcin' soon#disco elysium#de fanart#jean vicquemare#disco elysium fanart#jean heron vicquemare#jean posting#illustration#de#artists on tumblr#I WANTED TO DRAW THIS FOR MONTHSSS YOU COULDN'T IMAGINE. HE LITERALLY HAUNTED ME IN MY SLEEP!!!#i love him normal amount. very healthy. much feelings#my little maiu maiu#cryptiduni#my art
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dearmizumi · 5 months ago
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I felt sad
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todayisafridaynight · 2 years ago
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y7 coulda been a lot funnier if mine lived to see it
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tariah23 · 6 months ago
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Man, I still remember participating in one of the many jjba zines that I took part in and how my piece was placed as the first page (for the second time) and how one of my mutuals/artists that I’ve always admired, hit me with the “oh… you’re on the front page again… 😅…” like man, that kind of killed me lmfao. I never got over it like man, what was that about.
#it’s not like i put the books together myself or anything all my ass did was submit my work#like this was from a really popular and well known artist as well like#their art has always been so gorgeous to me too I was like ‘I’m literally a nobody is this person really being shady or…’#rambling#I guess it’s nice being in a zine with ppl I don’t know or care to get to know at least now 😭… just submitting my art and running#referring to the jjk zine 😭 I need t start working on it uhh#zines make me feel so anxious man#it really did make me feel bad and almost guilty? I was like this is kind of awkward…#another zine I was in which was run by a mutual… well… I never even got my zine in the mail#and I even sent them $20 for some merch that they were making since I wanted to support and never got that either…#they deleted their blog but I see that they remade and draw a lot of DM and have a lot of popular posts here so it’s kind of awkward seeing#their art shared on the dash sometimes skeks#we’re still mutuals on Twitter but I don’t rly want to ask about my zine again or the $20 bucks#it’s okay like I owe other ppl stuff too I’m a late bird man but still loskekk#they were the mod for the zine too#I might hit them up again I guess I still love their art and they were always fun to talk to#there was another zine that I participated in where we had to purchase our own copy bro#i remember being so annoyed by that but went ahead and bought it anyway#I was invited to this zine so it made me even more annoyed#I#Guess it didn’t make its money back#or something like that but I remember being broke at the time and was pissed that I had to pay for my own book#I didn’t buy any of the merch because why when it was supposed to be free#if you’re participating in a zine the book and merch should be free
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seagull-scribbles · 2 months ago
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*Something poetic about the duality of humans or the impact our environment has on our behaviours and lifestyles*
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tanicus-caesareth · 6 months ago
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guarana drama, damage control
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fantastic-mr-corvid · 7 months ago
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Attept 2 [the first is not seeing the light of day] I need to make her a proper pallet. This will take a lot of colour picking bc lighting effects but it will save time. The old one is badddd and idk what each set of colours are for... anyway her<3
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dockaspbrak · 4 months ago
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Jobs for someone not cut out for real life but who excels at mimicry
#idfk#im like good at saying the right thing but i feel like in my heart i know#im a failure#i am not good at anything really in any stunning way. im ugly im hard to talk to#im good at liking many niches of music. im good at roleplay. im good at having fun sometimes#idk. i was so chipper last week#i feel like a pagliacci stupid clown whose life is in crumbles around him#i cant keep talking to people and seeing the contempt in their eyes when i fumble my words#i have a stutter now like. howd that happen i didnt when i was a kid#but a couple years ago it started and its been. worse in the last few months#im so like. i feel like such a failure#likea fake person who had so many opportunities to make my life real#pinocchioesque maybe#ughhh#im just feeling sorry for myself sorry guys#im trying to draw here at 1 am bc. i kinda drew something kinda nice the other night but#every compliment ive ever gotten feels unearned and like. a social lie#like imposter syndrome but im an imbecile for real and also the lamest person ever#i cant make friends. i seem to be annoying in an unnameable way to everyone who has ever met me but no one will have the decency to tell me#why#i have been longing for the past a bit lately too. nothing in particular though? just like.... how i felt about the future when i was young#and full of hope#i had a horrible childhood. i didnt enjoy being there and my dad always seemed preoccupied with the fact i would grow up and not want to#be his friend anymore?#but in an adult now and he seems to never have time for me#and he didnt back then either idk#i guess im sensitive to that. and i struggle myself#if smthing is transitory its unreliable and therefore i should wait it out#haha learned behavior!!! autism!!!! but god i feel so lonely and stupid. im gonna#draw my teddy bear giving me a hug
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obscuritian · 1 year ago
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i love cj!evelin they're so gender
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