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Norwegian Mikus :)
Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!
#i had so much fun with this#its not often i get to draw my culture#oh ywah and this is digital art if you were wondering#ANYWAYS i could go on for hours about russ and bunads#but i dont wanna bore anyone xd#if anyone is curious i would love to answer in the comments :D#OH YEAH I HAVENT DRAWN MIKU SINCE I WAS LIKE TWELVE LOL#i hope im not too rusty teehee#its nice drawing her again#maybe i should do it more#who knows#okay im done ranting#hatsune miku#miku worldwide#worldwide miku#miku#vocaloid#norwegian#norwegian miku#17th of may#norway#marsipain art
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HOMESICK, pt. 7
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PATREON
#if ur wondering where loft got his new tunic and earrings from the answer is tetra's crew lol#i need an excuse to give everyone fancy outfits okay#ALSO u may notice the text looks different#i made a font of my handwriting in the hopes its more readable#if u turbo hate it. let me know i suppose HAHA#main comic#bonus links#loz comic#loz au#tloz#wind waker
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So if Billy's parents became monsters, what happened to Billy's old Henchmaniacs?
The dudes found real jobs
Look at them go 🧑💼👷🧑⚕️
#bear answers#okay guys as much as it fun to answer your asks#I can’t answer them all bc it’s a bit overwhelming for me💥#thank you for your questions hope it’s fun to read my answers ❤️#book of bill#evil cipher parents au#the book of bill#henchmaniacs#gf bill cipher#bill cipher#gravity falls bill#gravity falls fandom#gravity falls au#gravity falls memes#gravity falls comic#gravity falls#pyronica#kryptos#xanthar#teeth#weirdmageddon
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Um so I've been sitting on this ask for months cause I didn't want to bother you with how many messages you must get. And because it's difficult for me to be open about my experiences, but I'm working on that part thanks to you! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
For the first time in my 32 years of life I'm starting to open up to my friends and family. When I'm tearing myself down or having a panic attack about how I think I'm failing the people around me, now I say "This is something Siffrin would do, and you'd give them grace, so give yourself grace..." I can't overstate how much your writing has changed my life for the better.
AND I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE but I've been seeking out a last name for myself for many many years, cause I hate having my estranged father's name. And I never found a name that felt right, until now. So I hope it's ok with you that I'm working on changing it to "Frin" as a reminder to keep giving myself grace. 👉🏻👈🏻
Anyways haha I'm going to curl up in a hole now~! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ But not before I give you a huge thank you. So, THANK YOU!!!
i have no words. im incredibly humbled on all accounts by your message... for thinking about siffrin and how you'd give them grace, so you are giving yourself grace in return... for adopting a last name from isat... for trying your best to be more open!!! weargh!!!!!! you are incredibly brave and i want to thank you for your message from the bottom of my heart. im rooting for you!!!!!!
#ask tag#i dont often answer nice asks for multiple reasons#but this one made me very emotional on this day. thank you#i hope its okay that i answered it publicly. lmk if you want me to hide it!!!#but yeah... if isat was able to make people be more open with their loved ones nothing would make me happier
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HI HELLO IN HONOR OF DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH I HUMBLY REQUEST DISABLED SKYWARD SWORD LINK OF YOUR CHOOSING
HELLO HELLO! i decided to draw ur POTS hc for Link :-] hope u like it ^_^
#hope i drew everything okay ^_^ thank u for answering my not at all subtle questions for help LOL#skyward sword#link#my art#fanart#tloz#loz#the legend of zelda#will i ever stop drawing collapsible stools just floating there? NO!!!!!!
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mmmmmooorrreeee balop
#we have made a detour to watch. multiple other people multiple detours#I really want to see the hullbreaker thing with context#ALSO KUU. Sophie's next im just shotgunning these at work#...A guys are the only guys ive practiced drawing though Outed as a team a enjoyer. every time i draw a new guy it takes like two or#three for me to feel like i drew them right. in other words stop looking at my first balloon post-#SHHHH. okay.#blsmp#balloon smp#what IS a jame7t? im afraid we may never know the answer#I gave you a jerboa tail I hope that’s cool#socksbx#buggleboos#jame7t#sophiebaybey#skullvolver#somadgoat#normiemcgee#woops#you can see me realize I should have made a 1920x1080 sketch in the first one in real time going to the second one#also unrelated nothing has exemplified the first dnd character principle more than the evolution of poopghost. Its name is Poop Ghost#but she kinda rules#la laaaa
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Fic writers who wrote migrainous-hunter I love you Inspired by This fic from @just-here-with-my-thoughts and this one too by lucifer_elliot and this one by @oohhihoney
#star wars#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch fanart#I tried tagging people whom I could find the tumblr#hope it's okay#hope it tags people actually#Anyway I wanted to color them but I've got 100* things to do#including sewing a skirt and making a tiramisu#and a six pages comic#and finish my Omega shooting lesson animatic#this one is almost finished tho!#and answer the nice comments#with other things than ksgshhkK THANKS YOU I LUV YOU ALL AND YOU MADE MY DAy#anyway it's past my bed time#zzzzzzzz
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hi! I’m just curious, have you ever read I Am In The Past, Never In The Future?
NO?? OMG????
THERE'S A FULL PAPYRUS WAS GASTER FIC AND I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT????????????????????????????
WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS IN ALL OF MY YEARS GOING CRAZY ABOUT THE CONCEPT
AND IT'S FROM 2016????????????
I'm gonna go crazy about this for a bit... definitely will give it a read later
#OH MY GOD#WHAT#I SWEAR I *TRIED* LOOKING LOOKING FOR FICS ABOUT IT ON AO3 AND I NEVER FOUND ANYTHING#There were some uncompleted ones#and some that didn't catch my attention or I didn't like how they treated the concept but this one seems good???#I really need to read it before I say anything jhbfdfjd#gonna check that later......#but oh my god.................. woah..................#this is like finding a hidden gem what#answered ask#I'm actually so excited to read but I have drawings to do djekndkjwe#NOT NORMAL#I FREAK OUT WHENEVER I SEE PAPYRUS IS GASTER CONTENT THAT I DIDN'T MAKE MYSELF#WOHOOOO#okay I'll stop getting my hopes up until I actually read it dhflsdkhf#I apologize for my insane behavior but this is exciting to find
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From smut prompts can you do a combo of 2 and 57 for Remy Lebeau x female!Reader?
Love your writing and can’t wait for part 2 of Taco tuesday!
warnings: smut (doggy-style), dirty talk, uhhhhhh i dunno what else. mirror sex? yeah.
His groans are more frequent, breathing ragged. Suddenly, he reaches around to your face, his strong hand gripping your jaw, straightening your head gently. Your eyes are still closed, painfully heavy with arousal. He’s fucked you senseless, and without his current support, you can barely hold your head up.
“Look at your reflection, cher.” he murmurs. His voice is sultry, laden with arousal and you peel your lids back, swallowing hard. You’re suddenly faced with your own reflection; the mirror on the back of your door. It’s parallel to your bed, and until right then, you somehow forgot that. To Remy, it had been an intentional, calculated move. The position you two were currently in was one that felt impersonal to him sometimes, but because you had a mirror, he still got to enjoy all the subtle nuances of your arousal, and the way you responded to his body.
Doing it doggy-style, you’re on your knees and elbows, and Remy is tall behind you, all brawn. Your eyes flit to your own image somewhat apprehensive, for no man has ever made you look at yourself during sex and you’re not sure what you’re about to find. To your surprise, it’s not embarrassing, nor is it something that kills your high.
The way the light filters in from your bedroom window casts you in a dreamy yellow haze, flushing your skin with a light glow. Your gaze is lust blown, your cheeks are flushed, your ample cleaveage is rocking back and forth with the force of his movements, and your hair mussed up from where he’d been holding onto it. He thrusts his hips into you once, hard, and your expression contorts into one of pleasure, body shuddering against the action. Seeing it in the mirror is a new experience, but the visual turns you on even more. If you were going to be honest with yourself, you were hot.
You grip the sheets, making fists in the fabric as Remy hammers into you. Your jaw drops, and a low, erotic moan of pleasure tumbles out over your flushed lips. He, too, looks so good – the way his handsome features look almost tormented with pleasure, the way he’s moving against you, his muscles rippling with each exertion.
“Look at how gorgeous you are.” He continues, his words choppy from the power of his thrusts. Despite that, his voice is deep and commanding, and he holds your hips, using them as leverage for his thrusts. “So gorgeous when I’m fuckin’ you like ‘dis. So pretty for me, and only for me, huh?”
You’re only able to moan in response as the sensations overwhelm you. He’s hitting all the right spots, taking you in a way that you’ve never experienced before.
“Ain’t ‘dat right, cher?” He urges, watching you in the mirror. You nod, breathlessly. He cocks a languid, half-smile; pleased that you’re appreciating yourself, even a little bit. If you saw yourself through his eyes…
He suddenly leans forward, pressing his toned stomach against your back, and urging himself farther inside of you. His voice, when he speaks, is husky and low, almost a growl.
“I ain’t sharin’ you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and Remy gonna’ make you remember ‘dat.”.
The way he fucks you then is ruthless, staying true to his previous claim. His hips hammer into yours, cock bullying your cunt with reckless abandon. Your arousal climbs higher, and higher until it reaches a peak; you can’t hold it back any longer Your eyes fly open again, brows pulled together in tortured lust, as the coil snaps and you collapse the front half of your body forward, soaking him and arching your back up until it aches.
Remy’s close behind you, but his stamina is better than yours. Another new experience; men usually come first (too quickly, at that), but not him. He’s got you in ten different positions, three orgasms deep before he paints your insides.
“Ah, cher… c’mere.”
#i hope this was okay!!!! and what you had in mind!! i had to change the dialogue a lil bit to make it sound more remy to me i dunno#and aaaah thank you so so so much anon! it'll be out (hopefully) soon#gambit#remy lebeau#gambit x reader#gambit x you#remy lebeau x you#remy lebeau x reader#questions answered#anonymous#requests#mydrabbles
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Idk if you've ever seen it, but I imagine Machete coming to Vasco in his dreams like bambi's mom does to him in bambi 2. Just this beautiful golden field they played in, shining butterflies haloing Machete who isn't sickly, isn't in pain, a healthy beautiful dog but still undeniably himself. Looking at him with so much love and kindness, even though his mortal form is gone, he's been so truly blessed. Gives Vasco the strength to go on.
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#oh for heaven's sake you can't put that image in my head /j#“isn't sickly isn't in pain”#“gives Vasco the strength to go on”#anonymous#answered#Vaschete scenarios#isn't this more or less what many people experience after losing a close loved one?#hoping to receive some kind of sign that the deceased person is okay wherever they are and hasn't completely abandoned them#and getting that postmortem dream visit can ease the grieving process significantly#I don't know I feel like I've heard the same thing from multiple people
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if you're drawing stuff from hmtb... could we see the scene from the end of chapter 7 where Scar's trying to get Grian to drink a potion and Grian just grabs his sleeve and covers them both with one of his wings? That scene kills me every time.
oKAy it took me a while but here it is!
He didn’t even recognise Scar, and yet… Half-conscious, this is what he does on pure instinct.
— hmtb chapter 7: lighthouse in the storm
#ange answers#ange draws#hmtb#hmtb art#this was spontaneous#as in i am meant to be working on other stuff#but wanted to tackle this instead#it was meant to be a sketch#but hand slipped#(that happens a lot huh)#i hope u like it :3#it was tricky to figure out the wing shape!#it's clear in my head but when it comes to actually figuring out how to draw it i was pulling up blank xkjbn#but i think i did okay yay#drawing requests#scarian
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Thank you for the info on the bouncing animations, seeing my characters do a lil jump is so fun!
And I do mean the sounds themselves, I’ve figured out the coding bit. The sound design in MO is so good! I gotta know your secrets!
Haha I'm happy to have helped! For the sound design it's pretty straightforward, I just assembled the sounds in Premier Pro (it's not an audio software but it was conveniently on my desktop) and layered them out. So one audio file has multiple sounds in sequence.
For a longer explanation:
If you look at the audio files, some of them are baked in like "tail-whip.ogg" having the mug being pushed, falling off the edge, a whoosh of air and the tail catching it in one single audio file. Another example is "kitchen-cabinets.ogg" where you can hear Mychael's boots walk away first and then muffled cabinets opening and closing.
The sequence of different sound cues really make it unique to that scenario instead of just one noise indicating movement like a simple 'thwap' to show the mug being caught or just kitchen cabinets themselves. It's a little extra admittedly (I don't know if a lot of VNs even do this) but I really enjoy doing it especially hearing the final result!
As I implement them in, I always go back and forth looking at what I wrote and what I expect to hear, since I want it to feel natural regardless of reading speed if that makes sense. Timing them is the most important!
There is a 'queue audio' function in Ren'Py where one audio file plays after the first is finished, but I find it much more finicky than just editing the sounds myself where I can control the timing, volume and add in effects if I wanted in one single playback.
I hope that helps!
#cheea chatter#bts#answering this one publicly if thats okay!! since i wrote a lot#also pardon my sudden absence im rushing to finish the gamejam VN!!#expect it to be out sometime this weekend <3#idk if its gonna please the people but i really wanted to try something new#i dont expect people to enjoy the new LI as much as Mychael but i love the lil creacher sm and hope to present them well!!
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Anyways.... Omega soap is a baby trapper. No questions asked. (Wanted to make it poly, but idk how to write multiple people jumping on one dick (• ▽ •;) / I think this all comes across fanon in cod but, Johnny's is a certified baby trapper, even higher than Price.)
Tw: Not beta read, we die like so-🔫 men, a/b/o elements , Baby trapping , Dubious Consent
Johnny is a rambunctious wild spirit for an omega, Free spirited in ways that turns off people, but you, you do atleast that's what he thinks. You've grown distant in a few days, noticeably busying yourself with tasks handed to you by Price and steered away from him at every turn.
He's grown antsy, frantic, pheromones all over the place at the prospect of losing you. He decides to sweeten himself up, acting docile in your presence, purposely spraying enhancing pheromone perfumes to catch even a speck of your attention, acting like a good omega should.
But you don't, not even a single lingering glance and it sends him whining to himself like a kicked dog. Have you grown tired of him? Have you found a sweeter omega? Has his personality rubbed you off some wrong way?
He has grown to share this with the other members of the omega's task force, yapping on from your rather sudden change.
"He's... Probably nearing his rut, you know how alpha's get in a loner phase when it's time" Gaz remarks, returning to his own work, frankly tired of the redundant complaining reaching his ears on each break.
A lightbulb lights up on his head and he's racing to your room, he can practically hear the low mewls and rustling of fabric being dragged on the floor.
He opens it to reveal you all hot and bothered, without a mate in sight and a musk that practically sends him down on all fours.
He cooes at you gently, letting you sniff and pull him down with you, letting you claw his hips as you get a scent of slick starting to gather in his trousers.
It's not long before he's all bare, clawing at the floor, while his poor neglected hole gets eaten and prepped, two fingers slotted in.
Not one word is spared between you, an obvious scowl on your face, but your cock head already pushing his rim. He shouldn't be here, not at your most potent state, not wanting to tie him with a pup or an inconvenient knot.
Meanwhile his mind is scrambled, eyes brimming with tears from relieve from being wanted again, arms clawing and legs trapping you, to lock you at each knot.
He can't possibly relive those hellish weeks of your ignorance. He decides there and then. He has to intertwine you with him.
He comes by your barracks after weeks after your initial rut, a little box, filled with tests all positive pregnancy tests. He wants you, he needs you, and baby would all make that more solidified.
-💫
( Didn't expect people to like omega Price so well,,, I'm so shy )
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#I hope it’s okay I didn’t add anything to this I thought it was a pretty much finished piece 🥹🫶🏻#alec answers#call of duty#john soap mactavish x male reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap x male reader#x male reader#male reader#dom male reader#top male reader#bottom male character#sub male character#💫 anon
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omg I'm obsessed with your latest "don't fucking touch me" prompt. Would you continue it?
Hello! I know this is actually from earlier in the week than the one I answered a couple of days ago, but I was saving it because, while I don't exactly have a continuation, I do have a little stobin interlude I wanted to share
I'm still working on the "fix it" part of this idea, but at least in the meantime Steve gets a hug?
[Part 1]
It isn’t unusual for Steve to show up at Robin’s house well after any reasonable guest would come knocking. It isn’t unusual for him to do it by climbing the side of the house and knocking on her window (she hasn’t told him that her parents don’t really care anymore if he’s there in the middle of the night; she figures the physical activity counts as some kind of jock enrichment). Unfortunately, it isn’t even unusual for him to appear out of the dark because he’s upset.
What’s more unusual is the way he sits silently on her bed after she’s let him in, the way he’s almost folded in on himself, the way he won’t quite meet her eyes – as if there’s anything he can or even needs to hide from her.
What’s fucking unheard of is the way he starts crying when she pulls him into a hug, his face pressed to her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist like she might disappear if he doesn’t hold on.
Robin doesn’t even understand what’s happening at first; she can feel Steve shaking against her as she rubs a hand up and down his back, but when his shoulders start to heave like he’s having trouble drawing in breath, a cold bolt of uncertainty lances through her gut. She tries to pull him back to look at him, to see what’s wrong, but she only gets him far enough away to hear one very quiet sob before he’s hiding his face again and she realizes–
“Oh. Oh, shit– okay, this is happening. Okay.” Robin resolutely does not panic as Steve sobs into her shoulder, even though crying isn’t something Steve does (not that Robin’s ever seen, and she’s seen Steve through a lot); instead, she goes back to rubbing a hand up and down his back, bringing her other up to pet his hair, and tries her best to project literally any kind of comfort. “Okay, you’re okay – well, you’re obviously not okay, but I’ve got you. You can just let all this out and when you feel up to it you can tell me what’s wrong because you’re kind of freaking me out, but not until you’re ready, okay? I’ve got you.”
She feels maybe her success is mixed, but Steve doesn’t complain and he doesn’t seem to be made more upset, so she can’t be doing too badly.
All told, Steve’s breakdown is unsettlingly quiet. Robin tries not to think about why he can cry so silently, and instead focuses on finding the transition from actively sobbing to sniffling and trying to catch his breath. The next time she tries to pull him back, he lets her, still not quite meeting her eyes and automatically bringing a hand up to wipe at the tear tracks on his face.
Robin has seen Steve all manner of beaten and bloodied and bruised, but somehow, sitting here in her room, still half-curled into her space with his face blotchy and wet from crying, she thinks this might be the most upset she’s ever seen him. She can only imagine what’s happened to cause it – at least until she can get him to tell her.
“Get it all out?” Robin asks, as gently as she’s able (she’s never been great at gentle, but Steve’s used to her by now, she thinks he’ll get it).
Steve shrugs, but then gives a little nod.
“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to give you some tissues so you can clean yourself up, because I love you, but I’m not going to wipe your nose.” This gets a congested laugh from Steve, and Robin allows herself an answering smile. “Then I’m going to go downstairs and get you something to drink, and then you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, because I am this close to being seriously alarmed.”
“Sorry,” Steve says gruffly, ducking his head, moving to pull away.
“Nope, we don’t do sorry here, nothing to be sorry for,” Robin insists, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and keeping him close. “I just want to know what’s wrong, okay? I want to help. So here.” She shoves the box of tissues from her bedside table into Steve’s lap and gets up with one last squeeze to his shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”
Robin slips out of her room and sneaks down to the kitchen (her parents don’t really care about Steve’s late night visits, but they will be grumpy if she wakes them up), poking around quietly for some kind of suitable post-breakdown sustenance. She ends up with a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and a half-eaten package of Oreos from the pantry – the late night snack of champions, she decides.
Back up in her room, Steve has shucked his sneakers (no shoes on Robin’s bed, it’s a cardinal rule) and settled himself up against the pillows; his face is dry and his eyes aren’t as red, but the tiny smile he gives her when she passes over her spoils still makes him look just as sad as before. Still, Robin valiantly lets him get through half the bottle of Gatorade before she elbows him gently in the side, demanding answers.
“Right.” Steve caps the bottle and rolls it nervously between his hands, watching the highlighter fluid yellow slosh around inside. “So, uh. You know how I’ve been seeing Eddie?”
Robin’s heart sinks. “Oh, shit, did you two break up?”
“Actually, it turns out…” Steve clears his throat. “It turns out that there wasn’t anything to break up. Apparently, we’ve been friends with benefits this entire time and I’m just a delusional idiot who made up an entire relationship in my head. So there’s that.”
There is nothing Robin can think to say to that. There’s entirely too much to unpack, and none of it makes sense.
“What,” she finally manages, a little flat.
“Yeah, he said that, uh. I’m not the type of guy you have a relationship with, and that I’m hot, but I’m just a good friend, and we’re just having fun.” If Steve’s voice cracks on the last word, Robin doesn’t mention it.
In fact, she’s too busy being consumed by rage to really notice. “He said that to your face?” she demands.
Steve clears his throat. He won’t meet her eyes. “Not– not exactly.”
“Steve.”
“The guys were over, and I went out to get some air, and that’s… what I heard Eddie saying to them when I came back in,” Steve says. “So now they know how pathetic I am, too, which is. Great. That’s fucking great.”
The world goes still. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense. Robin reaches out and squeezes Steve’s wrist. “I’m going to have to leave for a few hours, okay?” she says. “I have to bike down to the trailer park and fucking kill Eddie.”
In a flash, Steve twists in Robin’s grip and grabs her by the wrist in turn. “Don’t leave,” he says quickly.
“No, he doesn’t– he doesn’t get away with this,” Robin hisses. “He doesn’t get to do this to you and not face consequences!”
“He wasn’t trying to– I mean– I was the one who–”
“Are you defending him right now?”
“No, I just– fuck.” Steve lets go of Robin and shoves both hands up into his hair, grabbing and pulling. “I already feel enough like some fucking – loser reject, okay? I don’t want to be alone right now. Please just… stay.”
The rage doesn’t abate (if anything, there’s probably more of it), but Robin’s priorities do rearrange, and she settles back on the bed next to Steve. “Fine,” she huffs. “Munson gets a stay of execution.”
She pushes the package of Oreos into Steve’s lap and orders him to finish the Gatorade. She doubts if he’s going to escape tonight without a migraine, but dehydration on top of stress will only make it worse.
They sit quietly for a while, munching on cookies, shoulder to shoulder on Robin’s bed, before Robin breaks into the silence.
“You’re not a loser, Steve. You’re my best friend, and you deserve to be loved, okay?” she says softly, reaching over to wrap her hand around his wrist again. “And one day it’s going to happen. I’m choosing to believe in love, too.”
For a long moment, Steve says nothing. When he finally does speak, his voice has gone a bit rough. “If you make me cry again, I’m dumping what’s left of the Gatorade over your head.”
Robin snorts, squeezing Steve’s wrist. “There’s that mean girl I know and love.”
Steve laughs, too, small but sincere, and Robin takes it as a win.
Part 3
#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#stranger things#solar wrote#answers from solar#anonymous#I hope this is okay!#as I said earlier this week; I would definitely like to continue that idea I'm just still kinda working out how...
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submitting a few of these requests but I just lowkey hope you vibe enough with one idea & work ur artistic magic ✨
semi-related note: will you be taking fom comms later on? :>
hehe i know i already drew one of your requests, but i wanted to answer/use this as a way to ask:
would folks actually be interested in me opening fields of mistria (and potentially stardew valley?) commissions? 💞
they would probably be grab-bag art style aaand probably on vgen, which i don't think i mentioned here, but i have one of those now!!!
if there's any interest, i'll set up a listing and let y'all know! because i would absolutely love to!!!
#answers#starberrieee#fields of mistria#stardew valley#i hope it's okay to tag the fandoms since this relates to them!! >v< 💛
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Hi I’m here to take your teams picture before the competition
"...we may need to take a raincheck on that."
This is going well so far, isn't it? (P.S. I promise they will be in costume at some point. The plot is in progress, bear with me, lol.)
More @tmntaucompetition shenanigans! Special cameos by @angelpuns, @kaysdenofchaos, & @rattraptmnt's AUs
[Grown Apart AU] [INTRO]
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#(Pardon the out-of-the-blue tag. I just love your kiddos a lot and wanted to feature them.❤ Hope it's okay.)#grown apart au (rottmnt)#tmnt au competition#rottmnt#rottmnt au#GA mikey#GA leo#asked and answered#emptybeb#chiscribbs#GA: the contest chronicles
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