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Andraste Terrell for @magspy 💠
#dnd#dnd character#assimar#art fight#art fight 2023#magspy#this was such a fun challenge and such a gorgeous character too!#I'm happy at how it turns out <3#alien turnip's art
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He's just an Angel... I know.
Good Omens (2019-)
#this took so long and i never want to see the word angel again <3#but i'm so happy with how this turned out#good omens#good omens 2#good omens spoilers#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#aziracrow#david tennant#michael sheen#good omens s1#good omens s2#goodomensgifs#goodomensedit#good omens edit#mygifs#nat gifs good omens
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The creases when you laugh. The way your hair curls around your ear...
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3edit#bg3 spoilers#astarion#astarion ancunin#that was actually hard to gif and colour tbh but I'm happy with how it turned out
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Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)
#My art#UT#Sans#Papyrus#Ft. something smol and I do on a regular basis ♪#This could be Handplates or it could be classic Undertale I leave that up to you lol#I definitely picked up a lot of the style quirks lol - but there are some of the ones that I like myself! Like Papyrus' darkmode clothes lol#And Sans' shorts having the stripe in the front haha - little details ♫#Realistically it probably is Handplates tho just based on where my head's at lol - I love the Handplates dynamic :D#Handplates#I talked myself into it! Pfft ♪#I found myself relating a lot to Sans especially while rereading - I want nothing more in the world than for my siblings to be happy! <3#So I gathered up a bunch of ideas of things especially me and smol do together and this was the most obviously cute one haha#Easiest to do! Tho I did still go a little extra on this lol#I'm trying to do more digital stuff ♪ It wasn't the best art day and I'm still a little nervous to jump right in :')#Not doing any sketches on paper beforehand feels weird but I guess it is thematic in a way lol#And I'm still pleased with how they turned out hehe#It really does feel nice to be drawing them again <3#And doing silly sibling things! Hehe#I dunno how clear it is since it's so ingrained into how smol and I talk to each other lol family language!#One of us will literally just announce ''bonk'' and the other will prepare for/lean in for a headbutt haha#She is a tiny bit taller than me - it's not quite /this/ extreme but she does lean down for me! S'cute <3#I like to think Papyrus would do the same hehe ♪ Let your lazy brother headbutt you! He can only reach so far!#On minimal effort anyhow hehe#It's just a fun way to be silly together ♫♪#Also yes I did show this to her and she cosigned lol - ''Cute'' -smol
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persona layered wood pins!🤍✨
#persona#persona 2#persona 3#persona 4#persona 5#merch#will have these for sin city anime and kumoricon next month!#also have a batch available on my shop for those interested... i'm very happy with how these pins turned out🥹❤️#just art
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a study of comfort 🌿✨💀
an illustration for a blanket available for preorder! (only open for two weeks!)
#illustration#artists on tumblr#dark academia#spooky#victorian aesthetic#omg i'm so so pleased and happy with how this turned out!!!#check out the preorder it's only available for two weeks!!#i hope this blanket gets made so so much i spent a whole long time on all those details <3
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wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.
#my art#hermitcraft#mystery skulls animated#geminitay#geminitay fanart#ethoslab#ethoslab fanart#falsesymmetry#falsesymmetry fanart#ignore the fact that etho's hair changes literally every drawing#poses + expressions are traced a bit; and backgrounds aren't mine(well; except for the second one; which you can prolly tell;; sksnsks)#and also (with the help of sap bc i'm bad at color theory) edited the truck bg colors a bit#but even so;; i am!! very very happy with how these turned out#mystery skulls animated spoilers#<- honestly that's mainly for the murder mystery one#granted anyone who hasn't seen the future at this point prolly won't have that tag filtered#etho's murder mystery form(no i don't have a name for it)'s collar tag is a mix between a mable leaf and a vex!#cuz reverb is cub in this au#hence all the blue and stuff;; skdhkdnkd#you'd think that last pic would have been the hardest for me to draw; with how complicated etho's design is#but surprisingly; it doesn't even place top three in terms of how long it took to draw#no; instead it was that Fucking. Truck.#WHY did that take me eight and a half hours#the second longest was only five!!!#the others barely even top 4!#also#WHY are the deadbeats(which are mini tillies here) so deceptively hard to draw#every time i struggle with them orz#anyway. images 3; 6; 7; and 8 are my favs <3#if false and/or pearl see this. o/ hoi
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The Devil
#raphael bg3#baldurs gate fanart#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3 raphael#the devil#i'm so happy how it turned out im loosing my shit
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cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), a lot of cussing (bkg-typical), reader is implied to be smaller than bkg, some angst (or a lot? :0)
words. 3k (ofc had to end it with a bang)
a/n. see the end of the post for a message from me, as well as the title reveal of the series! hope you enjoy this ending <3
masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8
The fairy lights strewn across your walls and interwoven with fake vines finally flicker out, robbing you of your clear view of the ceiling, leaving you in a sea of darkness with the only source of light being the sliver of sunshine that’s entering through the small gap between your curtains.
You heave a heavy sigh, vaguely seeing your chest rise with the action, your legs tangled in a messy heap of your blanket and pillows.
Replace the damned batteries—again, you make a mental note while side-eyeing the alarm clock that reads 8:37 AM.
Rolling your torso to the right side in a stretch, you groan as your hips make a loud cracking sound.
You can’t remember the last time you intentionally moved your body like this—at least, not for the last two days.
Ever since you got home that Friday night from Bakugou’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving, you haven’t exactly been attuned to your body and what it’s telling you its needs are.
As much as you’d hate to admit it, you’ve been way too in your head since then, going over every interaction with Mitsuki and Masaru, pinpointing every lie you spat out, and replaying in your head the delighted reactions they paid you back in return. And with each re-run came a new wave of nausea and the pitiful urge to collapse in a boneless heap.
You can’t even bear to think about how they’d react once they find out everything’s a sham.
God, Mitsuki’s gonna have a heart attack and die before she even gets the chance to enjoy retirement with her husband.
Needless to say, you barely managed to sleep a wink that night, too heavily preoccupied with your guilt and paranoia to even get a half-hour straight stretch of rest in.
The weekend that followed wasn’t any better.
The worries expanded from Bakugou’s family and how they’d react to his friend group, and god forbid Kirishima and Mina and Sero and even Kaminari find out and you painfully witness palpable disappointment flash across their kind features.
Especially after they welcomed you that warmly into their squad and even went out of their way to conjure stories about Bakugou to make you laugh and enjoy yourself.
By Sunday afternoon, you finally decided you were in no shape to prepare for all the work needed to be done for the next day, let alone show up to the agency and face everyone.
Particularly Bakugou.
The thought of whom has been causing puzzling physical sensations that you find messes with your rationality and causes your chest to ache, frustrating you even more and furthering your resolve to avoid things for now until you can come up with a solution to the situation at hand.
And so with an email sent to Hikari about filing for a sick leave tomorrow and her having to step in for a meeting with the founders and department heads on the day of, as well as a reply expressing her affirmation later, you buried yourself in your queen-sized bed and doom-scrolled to distract yourself until you fell into a fitted sleep.
Which leads you to now.
With you, again, staring at the ceiling, the sounds of nothing but distant honks and a gust of wind entering through the windows breaking the silence.
At least, that is the case until a barrage of weighty knocks echoes throughout your apartment and into the doorway of your bedroom.
Almost instantly, you sit up in alarm, and you’re immediately hit with gut-wrenching dizziness from the action. Despite that, you stumble out of your bed in a hurry, swiftly adjusting your pajamas and baggy T-shirt as you shimmy your socked feet into your house slippers before running to the foyer.
Your heart is hammering in fear as you tiptoe to peek at the intruder through your peephole, thoughts racing as to who the fuck could this person possibly be, visiting at not even 9 AM on a Monday.
You’re bracing yourself to see the ghost of Christmas past who just happened to visit a little early, whoever the fuck that person could be in your life, and for your stomach to drop in horror at the sight of them, only it isn’t someone from your past.
No, it’s someone from your present.
Someone who’s very much in your present.
Yet your stomach drops nevertheless.
Through the hole, Bakugou is studying the unit number hung on your apartment door, brows furrowed in what you think is confusion and a tinge of impatience. He’s decked in his winter hero costume, although his eyepiece is up against just above his forehead, pinning down his notoriously unruly ash blonde hair. You almost miss it, but he seems to be carrying a plastic bag with his left hand.
You feel your throat dry up at the sight of him, and you’ve half a mind to do a complete 180 and tiptoe back to your bed and just pretend you’re not home when he knocks again, only this time the knocking’s more insistent.
Despite yourself, you still jump at the sound, and you chalk it up to your nerves being indubitably fried from three days of constant worrying.
You glance longingly at your bedroom, itching to dive into your sheets, drown out the rest of the world, and pretend you’re not in the middle of the mess you’ve inadvertently made. But as you look back at the door and the sound echoing from its direction, you’re washed with an uncanny sense of shame.
What happened to facing your fears head-on?
With a few soothing circles to your chest where your heart is approximately at in an effort to ground yourself, you take a few cautious steps towards the door, hand slightly shaking as you reach out to hold the knob.
Here goes fucking nothing.
Bakugou’s in the middle of still rapping at your door when you finally twist the handle and fling the slab of wood wide open, revealing the man with his right fist frozen mid-air, a prominently surprised look plastered across his features, as if he didn’t expect anyone, let alone you, to open the goddamn door even with his absurd knocking.
You force a smile onto your face, although you can tell it probably looks more pained than anything. “Bakugou.”
At the sound of his name, it’s almost as if he snaps out of a trance because he quickly brings down his raised hand, clearing his throat in the process. And almost immediately after, an eyebrow raises in question.
He opens his mouth to speak, and you couldn’t have ever guessed what he’d say next if you tried.
“…You don’t look like shit?”
You gawk, “Excuse me?”
Bakugou frowns, as if you’re the one not making any sense. “I thought you were sick.”
With that, he thrusts the plastic bag he’s been carrying to you.
Your eyes dart down to inspect it, before looking back up at the man in confusion.
He huffs, “‘s care package, is all. Come on, fucking take it.”
Not knowing what else to do, you gingerly take the bag off his hands, opting to cradle it with both arms and hold it close to your chest. You give him a quiet thanks, to which he just nods in acknowledgment.
You both stand there in awkward silence for what feels like minutes, neither of you saying anything. It’s only when you catch Bakugou peeking at your living room above your head that you remember basic courtesy.
“…You want to come in?” you meekly ask, conflicted as to whether or not you prefer a decline from the pro-hero.
To your chagrin, or delight—you don’t fucking know—he replies with a curt ‘Sure’ before squeezing in through your doorframe and toeing off his boots.
Against the backdrop of your rather modest home, pro-hero Dynamight looks completely out of place. His bulky figure further dwarfs your small decorative knickknacks, and his black and orange pieces stand in stark contrast against the earthy tones of your furniture.
Suddenly remembering you’re fucking staring, you lift your eyes back up to Bakugou’s face, only to find him already studying you.
You quickly scramble for something to say.
“H-how’d you get up here?”
“…The elevator?” he answers, with too much of an ‘are you dumb’ undertone for your liking.
You huff, “No, I meant how’d you get past the security and receptionist? And I don’t remember ever mentioning what floor and unit I lived in.”
To that, Bakugou only shrugs. “The guard recognized me. Even asked for a fucking photo. And when I asked about you, he was quick to give me your details.”
“Seriously?!”
Bakugou has the audacity to roll his eyes, before: “He knows about us, dumbass. Said he read it in the news.”
Oh.
“R-right,” you dumbly reply. “Sorry.”
Bakugou doesn’t say anything, only shaking his head in what you think is dismissal. He shifts his weight to his other leg from where he’s standing near the backrest of your couch, a few feet away from you awkwardly leaning against the kitchen island where you’ve placed his gift bag.
When you meet his gaze again after a brief moment, he’s already looking at you expectantly.
“What?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Why are you not at work?”
You absolutely can’t with his fucking bluntness.
“I’m sick,” you lie, surprising yourself with how smoothly it tumbles out of your mouth.
You’ve had plenty of practice after all.
But apparently, not enough to fool Bakugou.
“Bullshit.”
Instantly, you feel a wave of indignation wash over you, together with a sense of deja vu—as if this conversation has happened before.
“I don’t think you’re my fucking thermometer, Bakugou,” you snap, unable to rein in your anger.
“Really, now?” he retorts, not missing a beat. “How ‘bout we use the thermometer I brought you and see what that has to say, hah?”
Before he can even move towards you to grab the tool from where it’s sitting behind you, you blindly reach for the bag behind you and bring it to your front, clutching it close to your chest.
“No.”
At your move, a devilish sneer invades his features. “So you’re admitting it, then?”
You purse your lips in a tight line, already teeming with irritation. “I don’t owe you an explanation. My request’s already been approved by HR.”
“But why?” he presses, eyebrows seemingly permanently furrowed. “You never take time off unless it’s a major emergency or some shit.”
“And you don’t just take off and abandon your patrol duties, yet here you are,” you quip, not knowing how else to respond to his accusation because it’s true.
“I didn’t abandon patrol,” he spits back, “I had Eijirou cover for me.”
That’s it.
“Well, I’m sorry I’m a goddamn mess, right now, okay?” you finally cry, throwing your hands up as if gesturing a surrender. “Can’t a person have just one day of not having to fucking lie to everyone?”
To your surprise, Bakugou doesn’t bite back and bark a harsh reply. Instead, he only stares at you expectantly, wordlessly coaxing you to explain.
And you don’t know what it is about it, but his borderline concerned gaze is the catalyst that causes the proverbial dam to break open and for everything to come flooding out.
Your voice is so pathetically small when the words finally come out.
“…Bakugou, why are we even doing this?”
Again, he doesn’t say anything, and you take his silence as an opportunity to keep going.
“You know, at first, I thought I—no, we—had a rationale,” you start, looking at everything else in the room but him. “I wanted to get back at my ex, and you, for some reason, wanted to be a hero and get back at him…too? Okay, shit, it’s already getting confusing.”
At that, Bakugou scoffs. “Quit making me sound like an aimless dumbass, idiot. I just hate ugly ass douchebags.” He crosses his buff arms in front of his chest, “It’s a personal goal of mine to make them pay.”
You eye him suspiciously, not exactly sold on his answer, but you press on.
“Okay… And so we—I did—exactly that by punching him at his wedding. Which brought us unnecessary attention from the press, eventually pushing and forcing us to act like we’re dating around everyone.
“And we’ve done exactly that!” you bemoan, “Around your closest friends, even around your sweet, innocent parents, for crying out loud!”
You finally will yourself to look at Bakugou, and he looks like he’s about to say something but you cut him off before he can.
If you don’t get this out now, you doubt you’ll ever get another chance to do so.
“It’s just—I—I don’t think I can do this anymore, Bakugou,” you finally say, shoulders sagging in relief at finally having said aloud what’s been haunting your mind.
You look at him squarely, injecting as much conviction as you can into your tone for what you’re about to say next.
Because, you now realize, it’s the one thing that’s been plaguing you the most.
“I don’t want to cause you to fuck up your life any more than I already have.”
You study his face, bracing yourself for a spectrum of reactions you can potentially elicit from the man. You watch as his jaw visibly clenches, and it bewilders you how he can look so pained when, no matter how much you rack your brain for a reason, there’s nothing in it for him in this silly, not-so-little arrangement of yours.
Except, maybe a bit of self-satisfaction and amusement over having helped a damsel in distress.
A few minutes of silence pass with neither of you saying anything.
“…Bakugou?” you finally ask, voice small.
Suddenly the previous expression that was just on his face morphs into a full-on scowl, so much so that the man looks like he’s about to combust any second now.
And erupt he does.
“You have some fucking nerve, you know that?”
Again, and despite yourself, a pulse of fury courses through your body, but before you can even spew your own venom in your defense, Bakugou beats you to it.
“Who gave you the fucking right?”
You’re fuming. “Who gave me the fucking right to what?”
“To fucking walk into my life, just like that!” he snaps, shutting you up.
He shakes his head, disbelieving and seemingly resigned. “Like you had any business strutting in looking so fucking pretty, and then you had to put a nail on the coffin by being the best at your job like it’s no big fucking deal? You put all the agency’s useless executives to shame with how hard you work and how good you are at it.
“And you go ahead and punch the guy who’s been a complete dickhead to you and then worry about how you ruined his wedding. And you say all this nice shit to me and my friends and my family like it’s fucking nothing.”
His hand shoots up to pinch the bridge of his nose, like he’s feeling a headache creeping in, before he drops it in favor of turning to fully glare at you.
“But now you have the gall to call it quits when I’m just starting to get used to this? It’s—you—you’re something else.
“You’re a fucking pain in my ass, you know that?”
Robbed of all words and eyes wide as saucers, the only thing you can choke out is: “W-what are you trying to say?”
At that, Bakugou scoffs. “You really are a fucking dumbass, aren’t you?”
But you don’t even get to retort a defense, or even get the slightest bit offended at his remark, because in the blink of an eye, Bakugou is on the move—purposefully stalking towards you.
And just like that, he pulls you into a searing kiss.
You think you might have squeaked in shock at the contact, but that thought is suddenly overwritten in your mind the moment you feel his big hand rest on the space between your neck and shoulder, while the other remains firm holding your chin in place.
Your eyes flutter close at the intensely warm feeling, and before you get to talk yourself out of it, you kiss him back, and Bakugou’s grip on you tightens when you do so.
And as you revel in the softness of his lips and the fervent way he’s kissing you like he’s been waiting to do this for as long as he could fathom, everything finally dawns on you.
Your feelings—your true feelings—and the fact that you’ve been in denial all along; an idiot who chose what to see and hear and believe to protect herself from hoping and potentially getting disappointed in the end.
But this?
This.
This is the farthest thing from disappointment.
Finally, and maybe a little too soon to your liking, Bakugou slowly pulls a few inches away, and the boyish grin that’s now decorating his beautiful features causes your heart to throb so painfully that it almost hurts—in a good way.
With his two hands that are now resting on your shoulders, he squeezes the flesh, bringing you somewhat back to reality.
“That answer your question, princess?”
Despite yourself, you flush, but now you find that you don’t mind Bakugou noticing, what with the wave of warmth that floods you at the view of him grinning even wider at the sight of you.
Not trusting your voice not to crack just yet, you can only nod as you smile and feel tears slowly pooling your eyes. And not wanting for him to see them, at least for now lest he worries, you quickly blink them away before leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.
And he leans his against yours.
A few moments pass before he speaks up again.
“…Fucking finally.”
“Fucking finally…you have a girlfriend?” you jokingly reference his best friend, although despite the playfulness of the quip your heart is hammering at the suggestion and silently begging, begging for an affirmation.
But what he ends up giving you is lightyears further than that.
Bakugou shakes his head, tipping your chin up so that you’re looking straight into his eyes.
He grins.
“Fucking finally I have you.”
a/n. not to be emotional out here, but this series was such a joy to work on. i haven't written in a year and a half since this series, what with my depression having gotten really bad. i'm nowhere near better, but the process of working on this series and interacting with you all really gave me a sense of fulfillment that i haven't felt in the longest time. with that, i want to thank you all for the support and love <3 this wouldn't have been as enjoyable without you all!
and so drum roll, please; the title of the series is: the wonderful mess that we made (from the song flaws by bastille). a separate masterlist for this will be posted soon, so pls keep an eye out for that :,)
lastly, i'd love to hear from you about how you found the series! my replies, tags, and asks are always open <3
tagging. @kitthepurplepotato @katsukis1wife @brunnetteiwik @bunnysaursushii @beab19 @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @lovra974 @chelbyisbord @k0z3me @meeeepsworld @asura-rose @dragonscribble @moonz33 @citrustsuki @deadhands69 @lemuhr @rosemarygalaxy @iluv-ace @eyesforbkg @carpe000diem @shushbruv @matchat3a @ttalgi @bakunianadecorazon @the2ndl @keiscwsz @onlyisaa @aizawa19 @471323 @bakugosgothhoe @bleublooded @msjaeger @ellielover69
˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 they make the biggest difference! have an awesome day ( ˘ ³˘)
#i'm happy with how this turned out!!!#i hope you liked the ending <3#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#bnha imagines#mha scenarios#bnha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n
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It gets easier. ⊱ꕤ⊰ This was drawn for the hkvthm gotcha for gaza over on twitter!!!
Speedpaint under the cut!
#my art#you guys have no idea how insane I went drawing this#I'm VERY happy with how it turned out though!#the donator for this prompt was anonymous but I hope they like it :3#genshin impact#genshin#kaveh#alhaitham#kavetham#haikaveh
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Way back when in 2018 I discovered Tumblr while searching for Red Dead Redemption 2 fan content so, in the spirit of that, thought I'd post my RDR2 tattoo on this bitch. It's Arthur's drawing of a buck :)
#I'm extremely happy with how this turned out#my favorite game of all time my favorite character of all time#fitting that I get to carry it with me forever#next tats will be fall out boy but I gotta wait a while cause my tattoo artist is a 3 hour drive away :/#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#arthur morgan
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a little animation I made as my contribution to the Kaleidoscopic Absolution @silverfanzine! [Go download it for FREE here!]
I think he should be allowed to just chill and let time pass by :^]
#sonic#silver the hedgehog#sth#sonic fanart#animation#my art#clip studio paint#dragonbones pro#this took me like 2-3 weeks I think and like 3 different programs#Clip studio paint for actual illustrations#Dragonbones Pro for silver's animation#After Effects for animating everything else + compositing#god. what an effort that was but I'm happy with how it turned out
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@tes-summer-fest 24, day 7: companion
How girls do their makeup v.s. how boys do their makeup
#tesfest24#day 7#prompt: companion#tes#skyrim#the companions#aela the huntress#Njada Stonearm#farkas#vilkas#tesblr#i draw a meme#lesbians doing makeup#ah yes an excuse for me to draw the Jorrvaskr gang <3#i've never use dreamy color pattern before and i'm happy how it turns out :D#and yes all their eyeshadows are black
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Day 2 - Touch My Heartstrings
#aikotoweek2024#persona 3 spoilers#p3 spoilers#makoto yuki#minato arisato#aigis#aigis p3#my art#decided to base this one on the answer/episode aigis!#when i saw the prompt i knew i wanted to draw aigis with orpheus#from there i thought of the answer and how orpheus is the first persona aigis awakens to there#i later decided to incorporate shadow protagonist and athena#since he uses athena in his boss fight#overall this piece was. very challenging for me#despite drawing persona fanart i've never drawn the actual personas before#so figuring out the proportions and designs of the personas#in addition to the perspective/composition of the actual drawing was tricky#but i think it turned out well! i'm super happy with how this came out#this was the prompt i was most excited to do :D#p3#persona 3#persona 3 fanart
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little Tula sculpture because this season immediately put me in a chokehold in the best way possible <3
#N posts stuff#dimension 20#d20#burrow's end#tula#d20: stupendous stoats#air dry clay#sculpture#dimension 20 fanart#from the front she is giving The Sniler but it's cute lol i'm very happy with how she turned out#truly i have not done a sculpture in years; i bought this clay on impulse one week before the first episode aired#perhaps some kind of vision led us there<3#now i'm kind of tempted to make a little jaysohn and lila though lmao
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Sometimes I have a man..... living in my brain...... who is so so beautiful................
#vinicio.......................#vtm#vtm oc#vampire the masquerade#oc.vince#sleepyscribble#this was an old sketch I tried to salvage and turn into Something#I have a lot of sketches of him in my folder that never saw the light of day bc I just wasn't happy w how they turned out#or thought they were too plain#but now I'm glad I didn't delete them cnjfkfkf it's fun to go back and rework stuff after some time#I also really wanted to draw him today but I had no idea like. how exactly#so this one old sketch saved me <3
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