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riodoesstuff · 7 months ago
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What if we were both opposites in almost every way, including the bare foundations that make up every atom of ours and we still fell in love despite our nature and purpose 😳
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kingzombear · 1 month ago
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your ragapom content totally sucks ass (/JJJJJ) and i totally really hope you don't draw them making out (/i'm a huge fucking liar please pelase pelasep elase plea)
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I've been too busy to draw Them like a wanna, but here's a messy doodle I never finished </3 A Crumb of yuri 4 u
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blueescreend · 4 months ago
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Took a little break from artfight today to cheer myself up
Anyways here's Mirage
*drops this and runs in the opposite direction*
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obitohno · 2 years ago
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accidentally injuring your finger at work, and returning home to have bakugo reprimand you as he frets over making sure that it’s fuckin’ cleaned properly, whilst kirishima offers to let you squeeze his hand when the antiseptic stings enough to water your eyes. after, bakugo grumbles a curse under his breath, but still makes a show of puckering his lips and pressing the tiniest of kisses to the wound, before kirishima ruins the moment by making a joke about him slobberin’ his germs all over it. in retaliation, bakugo shoves him hard enough that he topples over—the red head still cackling away to himself as he all but flies over the edge of the mattress—n unceremoniously slaps a hello-kitty bandaid over your finger. when you eye him curiously, the tips of his ears have reddened, and he sniffs, muttering something about it being the only one that you guys have left.
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dropoutparty · 6 months ago
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You got me re interested in ihnmaims due to how attractive your am gijinka is…. Can I give him a pot of fuchsias? A sweet treat? A kiss? He’s such a sweetheart and I need to kiss him and he’s such a cutie patootie and I need to hug him and I’d be here all day if I kept talking about him so I must go now……
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ive been meaning to draw him more, ty for enabling me anon <333
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zhongrin · 6 months ago
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if you see this, and you're about to sleep (like me), i hope we both get a good rest and our f/os visits us in our dreams ᰔᩚ
if you're just starting your day, good luck and i hope your day will be good and filled with positive things coming straight to your way ᰔᩚ
and if you're in the middle of your day, i hope you're given strength to tackle the remaining hours before you can kick back and relax ᰔᩚ
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bigmammallama5 · 2 months ago
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I got a lot of lovely work back from last weekend’s soda firing!! Very pleased with the results, and they should look even better after clean up!
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wildflowercryptid · 1 year ago
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i couldn't stop thinking about gustafa swapping the flower on his hat w/ one of the wildflowers tris gifted him so i had to draw it out...
extra sketch :
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yakultii · 16 days ago
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help i miss being faceless can u all forget me
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iridescent-solstice · 3 months ago
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Fitting considering i’m literally in the devil’s realm in-game rn . . . Lmao mr goat man what are you doing here? Did you miss me that much 🙆🏻‍♀️
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quins-makeshift-menagerie · 4 months ago
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sigh hope everyone’s having a good [insert time of day]
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theblobmaster · 26 days ago
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[S01E02 Great Expectations]
| oh no
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corcnaiism · 18 days ago
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;-- it's been a hot minute since i created this blog, and things are getting a little cluttered, so ima start cleaning out followers and stuff. so if you don't wanna get nuked, like this post or say something idk
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hana-bobo-finch · 1 month ago
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bug fables my beloved
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b0amagination · 14 days ago
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Tastes of Whumptober: Day 30
Let's see what Payge and Nicolai have been up to! We met them on Day 12, which this post references and continues from! They also showed their faces on Day 16 and Day 26, should you want to see more of them <3
Content warnings for: the slightest moment of nail whump, creepy whumper, and painful wound cleaning.
Recovery
Payge had been confined to the basement bedroom for… two days now. This was the third. He awoke the same way each morning so far. The same padded cuffs kept him in bed on the mattress by his hands and feet, only mercifully allowing him to change positions.
The first day, Nicolai had sat down and trimmed his nails.
“Of course I have to, dove. I know you’ll come up with a thousand keen solutions, and it’s my job to think of each one before you do.” They gestured for his hand then, and he handed it over reluctantly. 
“I wasn’t thinking of that…” They trimmed his thumb down, leaving the thinnest sliver of white at the edge.
“Of course not. But you would have.” The pointer nail was cut even closer, if there was such a possibility. 
“For Christ’s sake, leave a bit of nail! They aren’t used to being so short.���
“Don’t ask my permission for your delinquency, Payge. I wouldn’t have to take such precautions if you would accept my care.”
“I am, aren’t I?” He protested, false hope in his voice.
“You should have seen yourself on the table.”
A full-body shudder shook his hand and caused them to clip too far. 
“Come on!” He pulled his hand away and observed the nick as it slowly wept a single drop of blood. Nicolai snatched it back and continued their work.
“You’ve had worse. On the table, for example.” They had the foresight to grip his wrist hard before he flinched again. 
“Forgive me for never wanting to remember that.”
“Well, I don’t plan on letting you forget.”
He did remember. Every night. Payge was a side sleeper now. 
The second day, Nicolai changed his bandages.
“Sure you don’t want to look? You could have supervised access to a mirror.”
“I’m sure.” 
“Well, then.” 
They turned on the tap, slowly adjusting the temperature before filling a bowl. A rag was dipped in, wrung out, and pressed over the bandages to moisten them before unwrapping.
“Aren’t you grateful I’m not ripping this off with the scabs, dove?”
“...I am. Thank you,” Payge whispered.
The dressings only tugged mildly at a few stubborn parts. Probably where they cut deeper, he thought, and just as quickly shoved the idea away. A separate rag pressed against his bare skin, starting at the edge of the wound. 
He caught a glimpse of it at some point: stained various shades of brown, red, and something on the yellow spectrum.
“It’s not infected, is it?” An infected wound of that size… it spelled a death sentence without medical intervention.
“No, no. Just severe.” 
Each fiber of the cloth was tangible as it pressed him into the back of the chair, scratching whenever Nicolai adjusted it.
“It’s looking lovely so far. Red suits you.”
“My mom always said it clashed.” She had, really. Always said he looked better in neutrals. Burgundy or merlot, orange blossom or cream. Not red.
“Nonsense. Nothing could clash with you, dove.” 
“Sweet-talking me gets you nowhere.”
“I quite enjoy it, actually. Sweet-talking you is a favorite pastime of mine.” The rag drifted over his collarbones, tracing them absentmindedly, before it returned to the bowl to soak. After they were done, Nicolai would disappear upstairs and bleach them, rinse, and fold them up like new for next time. They’d made him help before.
A brown bottle emerged from the cabinet and tipped onto a third cloth.
“Oy, you told me peroxide only makes scars worse.” Payge held up a hand and pointed at the offender, as if it could be anything else.
“Yes. Put that hand down.”
“Did you forget? You try to minimize a lot of those.” A glare told him he was pushing his luck.
“You’d be a fool to think I worked so long and hard on nothing. I wouldn’t do that to you without reason.” 
He held his tongue on the truths that itched to spew forth, too aware of his current position. 
He’d felt the burn of that the rest of the day, especially when Nicolai refused to rinse it with water. Even the unharmed skin around seemed inflamed.
And this morning Payge was still wearing the shirt they’d dressed him in. Breathable, flexible fabric that zipped up to his neck in the back, still tight enough to compress his torso. He could reach it if he tried, but it would be a chore. The point of the barrier, of course.
He was stuck in bed until they came down and unlocked the cuffs. But it wasn’t all bad.
The windowless room could only be lit by the switch next to the door. At all other times, a projection shone on the popcorn ceiling. A window into a fishtank, towers of kelp swaying as different species swam by. A simple night light in the nearest outlet created the illusion, shooting light out when it didn’t detect another source.
It was strangely comforting. 
So long as he glanced up at it from his side.
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just-a-little-unionoid · 8 months ago
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she's very fun to doodle ^^
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edit: final version here!
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