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gojo’s notes to friends and family :’)
#jjk spoilers#oh my god oh my goodness he is so dear to me…..my beloved#i actually really loved the recent chapter ngl..the children are back i can finally sleep in peace now…..#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#my art
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Sleeping off
#wolfstar#harry potter#the marauders#padfoot#remus lupin#adelaida art#finally finished! after over 9 months! it's my baby now#I've started it with a totally different mood in mind - bc my mood was at a bottom of a very big hole then#but time passed things changed and here we are with a more tough night but only one shoulder hurt and it's early morning and quite pretty#and we can sleep off the night and it's all good#madame pompfrey will fix those scratches in 15 seconds or less so i call it a win
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#matillo#illustration#gore#artists on tumblr#happy to finally finish piece... now i can contact those who contacted me about comms#so happy to sleep.. goodnight
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MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕
#ill never get over how he just sleeps on the floor its so cute to me and seems so at odds with his personality which makes it better#hogwarts legacy#hphl#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x oc#ominis x mc#hogwarts legacy ominis#hogwarts legacy fanart#hey look everyone its my nameless MC aka just brown haired clora LMAOOO#its like when u play a fighting game and you and your friend both choose the same chara. this is clora with a diff colour scheme BAHAHA#this has been in my wips for like a year im not even joking im glad to finally actually draw it properly LMAO#i also love how all of my ominis centric posts involve him on the floor/talking about the floor LMFAOO EVEN THE SMUT ONE#what can i say i just love a man who isnt afraid to chill on the floor ok#also i love a hypocritical man LMAO apparently. i always make seb a hypocrite and now im makin ominis one too#HOW COULD U SLEEP ON THE FLOOR MC?#meanwhile#also srry but dont get ur hopes up for more ominis content anytime soon this was just in my wips and i rly wanted to finally have it done#A RARE TREAT FOR THE OMINIS GIRLIES#choccyart
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When your boyrfren is a morning person.
(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)
Connie doodles (and a Steven!)
#When you wake up already feeling tired 😭#Steven gave her a new blade again.#Pretty knife = Happy wife#Oh my gosh I actually finished a commission today. I;m behind again I only got six hours to draw this week TT-TT But at least I can#sleep early tonight I can finally catch up with my sleep hours#Lol I just realized Connie's new clothes make her look like an overachieving nerd XD#Imagine if she still wears her big round nerd glasses. 'Erm actually it's a [insert what specifically the type of dagger she has now]☝🤓#connverse#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Quartz Universe#Ah nerdcore fashion young adult Connie would be amazing 🤩 . I already headcanon she'd be a more scruffy one tho. 🤔 Guess#that's another alternative style to go off of 🤷♀️#Steven Universe#He gonna hit her up with the 'Hello morning glory! ☀️🥰😘🥰💕' and Connie be looking like a nest#SU#my shiz#animated gif
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🍎🍎🍎Bad, bad apples🍎🍎🍎
#ask me stuff#send me asks#ever after high#eah#ever after high fanart#darling charming#eah fanart#dappling#darlapple#apple white#evil apple white#RAAAAAAH I FINALLY FINNISHED IT NOW I CAN SLEEP 💀💀💀💀#evil apple white lives rent free no tax in my head 24/7#a shrimp cooked this rice 👩🍳👩🍳👩🍳#i hope y all enjoy this just like i did while drawing it#blasted in my headphones alibi the whole time i drew this ‼️‼️‼️‼️#I JUST KÏLLED A MAN SHE S MY ALIBIIIIIIIII 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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your heart is pounding
#lies of p#lop#pinocchio#lies of p fanart#it's finally done and now i can sleep for the next 48 hours#my drawings
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thanks for hosting the magma @flowysgonemad !!
it's always fun to draw and chat with you :3
#pingdoobles#fnaf daycare attendant#dca fandom#magma#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf dca#fnaf eclipse#dca eclipse#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#shitposting is my favorite flavor of art ngl#like go on little guy!! take nothing seriously!!#anyways its 9am and its way too bright so its finally time to sleep#ignoring jollibee in there can you also tell im a jjba fan lmao#i love being an artist and drawing whatever i want!!#btw the magma is still open im just gonna sleep now lmao
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we did it guys
also bouchard? elias??? holy heck who is this lady
#lets gooooo#tma#the magnus archives#not art#idk why im so excited#the magnus protocol#so they're real the gay boys are in it i can finally sleep now#gwendolyn bouchard#your tags are making me smile#thats a lot of notes wow#also these tags im laughing#1k oml
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I give you an
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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)
Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-
But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)
Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——
hes just kinda, “that guy”
Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)
#HOPEFULLY#h O p e fu l ly#Last oc in a while I am too tired to make another one in the spur of the moment again JDHCGDDH#I’m trying to rest damn it LMAO#But also doesn’t help that iv been feeling like absolute garbage lately#Last night specially- I just couldn’t sleep for the life of me- I was so upset and disheartened-#Dw I’m a lot better today- just still feelin a lil hollow#But anyway!#a loser 😔💔🥄🥄 iv been wanting to make a painfully dumb human character since iv made Dusty#But nOOOOOOOOO I MADE EVERYTHING EL S E#Now iv basically made every version of characters iv been wanting to make-#So now I can finally be at e a s e -#Welcome home#welcome home oc#Also hopefully that will actually motivate me to draw welcome home content again LDNHDJDDJDJ been severely l a c k I n’#Zachary Milksop & Betsy#They share a tag 💔🥄🥄
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idk man, i started this at like 2 in the morning and just rolled with it
#art#fanart#digital art#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid#richie lipschitz#nibbly#nibblenephim#did i drop everything to draw this?#yes#it is now 7am#now that ive finished this i can finally sleep#fikidoodles
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gonna meet tsukki tomorrow!! (his life-size standee that is... LOL)
#i've been excited the entire day i literally cant focus on anything else#im gonna buy some merch too if i can!!! FINALLY ACCESSIBLE OFFICIAL HAIKYUU MERCH.......#OK IM GOING TO TRY AND SLEEP NOW CUZ WE'RE LEAVING EARLY!!!!!!!!!#my art#2024#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#hq#hq!!#tsukishima kei#kei tsukishima#tsukki#haikyuu tsukishima#haikyuu tsukki#haikyuu tsukishima kei#art#fanart#digital drawing#sketch#doodle#anime#manga
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Ncuti Gatwa as Robert H. Daniels – MOTA Part 8
#mota spoilers#masters of the air#robert h daniels#ncuti gatwa#motaedit#simizone#ronsparky#olympain#gif#FINALLY HES HERE RRAAAAAAAA#ok NOW i can sleep
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I think it fits them
#knkdz posting because I lost my 50/50 to fuckass qiqi and currently having a breakdown#ya Allah can't I have ONE WIN#give me back my ada family now#ON TOP OF THAT CYNO SQ IS ON 2ND HALF OF THE PATCH im so sad#my sumeru family i miss u all so much....#i wanna grind on genshin but i have finals coming up and :( sure i can do 60 pulls before arle is gone (maybe) but i have to study as well#sacrifice sleep it is#anyways 😔😭#knkdz#bsd#bsd dazai#bsd Kunikida
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gifted to @vesselsscarlet original capture by EVERYDAY METAL
#i can finally post him because he is in his new home now!!#levynn tries to draw#sleep token#iv#vessel iv#iv fanart#iv sleep token#sleep token iv
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Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.
He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.
Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.
Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.
Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.
It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.
He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.
"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."
It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.
Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.
There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.
Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.
That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.
The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.
Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."
It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.
It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.
He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."
The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.
It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.
He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.
"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."
He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.
"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."
He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.
But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.
"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."
He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.
He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#riz gukgak#baron from the baronies#this is set a Long time into the future. riz is like 32 in this one#''I will go to sleep'' so turns out that was a fucking lie#lmao I just needed to finally externalize this idea into Some kind of more final form#initially I aimed for a comic with this but ooughgoughhh I am. indisposed. unable to do that rn#and also I feel like there would just be too fucking much Riz Saying Words in that format for it to work. and I always go if theres so much#words in ur comic might as well make it a fic. and well. heeding my own advice perhaps#just been sitting on this sentiment of like. perceiving romantic relationships as uniquely permanent or conclusive#when the vast majority of people I know would hugely benefit from a divorce lmao#since watching fhjy at least. I think in a sense this is kind of my personal answer for that sticky note style comic I did way back thens#how much of that fear of being deprioritized comes from not being taken care of by the community you're in#I think that's the prettiest answer I can give for riz's deal. not one singular Special Person no matter the kind of flavour#but spaces that he's integrated in. that he has a hand in building even#okay NOW I sleep. everyone be quiet ok small voice for good sleep. it wont be a lie this time I prommy
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