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ricopop · 1 year ago
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siiighh nmMore Virtual assisnt ocs. Siigh! 🙁🙁😕😕😕😕 took a little break from AF to make these little guyz
“”ocs”” these r existing characters from microsoft bob.. i just redesigned them bur honestly microsoft is never gonna come back to these characters so theyre mine now i call dibs!!!!
i’ll draw more microsoft bob guys soon :-) hopefully???
inspo by @superbellsubways and @cephalonheadquarters !!!!!!!!!!! 😍‼️🍞
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mothmans-cumrag · 4 months ago
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I am someone who schlenders. Bummels, even. Straight up am flanieren.
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lucent-roase · 2 months ago
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all the cool theys have their huntlow-grimwalker-of-belos-fan-child so now must i
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when i come up with his name i’ll let y’all know!!!!
a bit of lore i’m coming up with at this second below cut ⬇️
Hidden away, deep inside a closet that Eda herself didn’t care to look into for too many years, lay a journal. She found trinkets around what used to be Belos’ castle, now her school, almost all the time. It looked oddly familiar, and it hit her almost immediately that the old emperor had likely written in it. Only a skimming through the pages was necessary for her to realize that it was; and the one she stopped on baffled her.
“Caleb’s clones are all finding the same fate. I finally created one as a toddler, but if he fails once more then I have no choice but to finish this myself.
I remember, when I was about 8 years old, I had the true realization that witches were ugly, horrible demons, and, I believe he will be at the perfect age to teach him how to rid them.
I have set him up, already. The Collector told me that he should be at the age no matter when I bring him out.”
Eda sighed and tossed the journal in her bag. She knew Hunter would need to see this. It had been too long since that had been written, an entire 24 years, and the poor kid had probably already woken up on his own. Was that how it worked? She didn’t even know that grimwalkers could be born at different ages, as Hunter was the only one around she knew of. The one time the Collector had shown up, they were far too excited to be around everyone again to explain anything about Hunter’s lineage. When asked, all he did was shrug and mention that “those books made about ‘em are all BS. Did you know I knew that word? Hehehe…”
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dennis7231 · 14 days ago
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Keep on Cleaning!
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mordsfesch · 2 months ago
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silvercap · 4 months ago
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Can I have 25 and 30 for Chreon? Falling asleep on someone is such a good way to show vulnerability and that you feel safe with them imo
For sure! I apologize for taking forever on this one haha
(Prompts)
Falling asleep in their arms + being protective
It's late into the night when Chris wakes to a silent bedroom, faint moonlight spilling in through a gap in the curtains that illuminates the bedspread wrapped around Chris's legs and casts the empty spot on the mattress beside him in melancholy silver. He sits up. The ensuite bathroom is empty and cold when he looks, soft leather meeting Chris's feet as he slips his feet over the edge of the bed and into a pair of well-worn moccasins. He stands with a faint grunt, checking the clock.
"Four?" he mumbles to himself, scrubbing sleep from his eyes. He's not sure what woke him this early, but he's strangely at ease with the late night air, instincts for once silent in his chest. He's not quite as paranoid as Leon, but he does keep a gun in his bedside drawer just in case---somehow, he doesn't think he'll need it tonight.
A step out into the hallway shows him that the light in on in the main bathroom, a frown on Chris's face as he walks towards it. The light burns his eyes, but he fights to squint past it, heart squeezing when he sees Leon's trembling figure hunched over the porcelain toilet. Large, shaken blue eyes stare up at him from the floor, guilt clear in the way Leon swallows tightly and looks away. He flushes the toilet with a weak hand, wiping his lips with the back of it.
"I didn't want to wake you," he stutters out, muscles shuddering under the vast expanse of pale skin visible on his bare back. The t-shirt he usually wears to bed is tossed haphazardly on the floor beside him, bare legs covered in goosebumps in the cool air. Chris tuts, moving closer. Leon looses a shaky sob, practically falling into Chris's chest as Chris scoops him into a tight embrace. "I---it---"
"Do you feel sick? I can get you something, if you think it'll help." Chris murmurs, stroking the back of Leon's sweaty neck.
"No, no, it's not that. Just a... bad dream." Leon sounds agitated, faintly embarrassed, his fingertips digging into the soft give of Chris's solid chest. "Go back to bed. It's okay, I'll be okay here."
"No, I can stay." Chris runs a hand over Leon's hair, disliking the idea of leaving him here to suffer alone. Not that he entertains the idea at all---Leon clearly needs him, right now. They both have awful nightmares, and they both take care of each other when they do. For Leon to be wide-eyed and throwing up over one... it must have been something bad.
"I just need to---to think, for a while, or---" Leon's breath catches on an edge of distress, whimpering even when Chris shushes him gently. "I can't go back to sleep, I just can't."
"That's okay," he says easily, pulling back to cup Leon's face in a hand and run a thumb over the deep bag under his eye. Worry pangs at his chest, but he makes himself smile reassuringly, sliding his hand up to card through Leon's hair as Leon shivers and closes his eyes. "Let's go watch TV for a while."
Leon's steps are shaky but sturdy when Chris helps him to his feet, exhaustion clear in the way he promptly throws himself into the couch the moment they get to the living room. Chris lets him turn the TV to a channel he seems to like while he brews a mug of soothing tea, taking it back to the living room to see Leon sprawled out across the cushions. His lanky legs don't have enough room to stretch out fully. Chris huffs a faint laugh.
"Any room for me, on there?" He sets the mug down on a coaster and inches his way onto the couch, lifting a pliant Leon so that Chris is on his back and Leon can lie on his chest, head tucked safely under Chris's chin. He's still trembling, short little spasms that hurt something in Chris's chest, sighing when Chris pulls a blanket over both of them and snuggles his arms around Leon's back. He can't protect Leon from the shadows in his own mind, no matter how much he wishes he could, but he can at least be here to take care of him while he's vulnerable. He hums lightly, stroking up and down the nape of Leon's neck as Leon slowly begins to calm.
"I've got you," he promises after a long while, Leon's muscles spasming whenever he jerks himself awake after beginning to drift off. The TV is a comforting blare in the background, Leon's weight on his chest a relieving sensation that makes Chris feel big and protective---there's no better way to make sure Leon's safe than to have him in Chris's arms, after all. He kisses the top of Leon's head, then does it again when Leon makes a sleepy noise. "You can rest. Just relax, baby, I'll be here."
Leon mumbles something incoherent, head nudging closer to Chris's collarbone. His hair is soft, silky strands catching in Chris's stubble. He spasms again, then relaxes as Chris soothes him again, sighing heavily. The tension in his muscles dissipates a tiny silver at a time as Chris keeps up the gentle words, breaths evening out and fists unclenching as he slowly slips back into unconsciousness.
"I'm here," Chris promises again. Leon doesn't respond, too deeply asleep to hear.
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dustcrumbs · 1 month ago
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They're dancing!
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Now give me your art style.
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GEHEHEZ KILLER IN THE BACK. Man cannot take another minute watching them be madly in love with each other.
AND GAHH, both Dust and Horror look so relaxed in each other's arms, bru. AND DUSTS SMILE. HES MAKING THAT ':3' ALMOST. EATING. EATING THEM ALL.EVEN KILLER.
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WAIT.. WAS THIS A TRAP TO LEAD ME OUT?? GAHH, NO. NO YOU CANT HAVE IT!! I made it with MY BARE THUMBS!! You'll have to defeat me in a uh.. Fishing competition to get my art style 😼
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impbites · 2 months ago
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OCtober day 4 - under-appreciated OC 🌟
leonieeeee !!! i decided to choose her as my under appreciated character bc even tho she's existed for a while now she only actually got a design earlier this year 💀
but she's sooo cute, mb even cuter than teo tbh... ���
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demonicnarwhale · 5 months ago
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I've been going through some drawings of like "the first drawing I completed of The Felt" members and then I wanna compare them to how I draw them now (and HK's there too because seeing her half-assed design made me wheeze)
Deadass all of these first timers are just Tricotiana based/inspired
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Starting off with Die geheheee, 2021 and now. Jesus fucking christ
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gewh mf looked like a damn kid. Get that 2021 shit outta here, also the hair. eel didn't understand curly hair (i still dont but it's better than that)
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haha 2021 HK wow. i
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Yay Crowbar, another 2021 moment. oh, i love that half-assed shoe
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woah a 2022 (guh huh get it) moment???
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Geheeee 2021 gaugh man Fin my boi...
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2021 Traceee oaugh man.
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2021 Yay. Itchy.
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2022 I had no idea how I wanted to draw Cans. I still don't but I wanted to attempt to mess around with beards annnddddd. Thinking about his hair, like short or to his shoulders??? hrmmmm. Also he's the only one with a mustache in The Felt gwehehe
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2022 Sawbucks!!! YEAHHHHH. Like Cans I kinda just messed around with his hair as the previous designs were pretty similar to the others like Trace with the wave back part.
Also this 2020-2021 portraits thing!!! I could've used these instead of the other drawings but that's boring
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olgalenski · 2 months ago
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"Es ist leider nicht wegen Janina." "Aber für Janina." Für Janina (2018)
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pitsazawr · 11 months ago
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HI SILLY. not daily but a reminder YOUR STYLE IS WONDERFUL AND I ADMIRE YOU :3
🌟 anon
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HII
not daily, but a wish for everyone!
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mithwitch · 9 months ago
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block @gehe-lihiyot-androgynos-varda
anti-palestinian genocide denial:
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tumblr “liberal zionists” are going mask off as the right wing fascs they are. Blatant genocide denial.
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lalalenii · 1 month ago
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Bin ich letzte Woche 1h zu einem Supermarkt am Arsch der Welt getingelt und hab dort vergeblich die drei da gesucht? Ja.
Hab ich sie gerade zufällig in meinem Standard-Supermarkt bei mir um die Ecke bei dem ich mindestens 1 x die Woche einkaufen gehe gefunden? Definitv.
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nicht-ganz-allein-sunny · 3 months ago
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"Klassische Literatur ist langweilig!"
Brudi, es gab die Familie Mann. Allein das ist Unterhaltung genug.
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daughterofhecata · 5 months ago
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Musste grade seit langem mal wieder meinen Ausweis an der Kasse vorzeigen. Für eine Flasche Bier. "Passiert Ihnen bestimmt häufiger, oder?" Nein, gute Frau, meistens werde ich nicht für jünger als sechzehn gehalten. Eigentlich sieht man mir an, dass das mehr als zehn Jahre her ist.
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roboticoutlaw · 6 months ago
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(this is in response to the reblog) now I'm imagining Worf in one of the outfits that Deanna and Beverly wore in that one episode of TNG lol
OMG ONE OF THESE
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i think Worf would totally suit Deanna's pink ensemble.
his morning class is full of people dressed like this, but instead of doing suspicious stretches in front of a mirror everyone gets the hardest workout of their lives whilst encased in utterly nonflexible satin
(the reblog:)
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