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It is natural to let the pain outweigh the sometimes small and mundane beauties of life but remember the sadness is not permanent.
Hand painted by me
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inside you there are two wolfs
#repostober#day 19#undertale#alphys#gaster#wd gaster#ive given you old man gaster & alphys father daughter friendship dynamic#now its time for same age group queer nerd coworker besties#this was inspired by a con i went to#when i was there i couldnt help but notice two prominent kinds of people#cosplayers/anime fans dressed in cutesy merch and clothes(/positive)#and gamer nerds who were also dressed in merch and pins of games they liked (/positive)#and i also couldnt help but notice that its them#they are in fact discussing an anime they watched and with them both being academics i can only assume that every argument is extremely#detailed well thought out and informed. id like to believe that they sometimes site sources. aloud.#details i love in this are alphys painting her tail to look like mewmews for her cosplay i just think its cute hdfks#you can pry aroace gaster out of my cold dead hands that man made his children in tubes i just know it#also i shouldve drawn him wearing portal merch i almost wanna redraw this just for that#actually i really wanna redraw this i think. i wont rn (i am so. tired) but i feel enough anger at gaster not wearing#an aperture science t shirt that it might make me draw again
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Hand painted t-shirt just because I can and because rwrb is still my entire personality 😂
What do we think?!!
I’m so pleased with how the ombré red white and blue text turned out!!!
#kym paints things#kym creates#rwrb#rwrb movie#rwrb book#rwrb art#rwrb fanart#rwrb film#hand painted t-shirt#history huh?#history huh? bet we could make some
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Tried painting on a T-shirt with bleach and it’s really fun I’m quite happy with it.
#artist#artists on tumblr#art#artists on ig#female artists#design#tshirt#bleach#bleach art#artists on tiktok#hand painted#painted with bleach#hand crafted#crafts#painted T-shirt
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Two more hand-painted t-shirts ::-]
The green shirt's text is from a post by @crevicedwelling, and the blue shirt is based on The Works.
I made my own stencils for these, first I was just excited to get the shirts done but they became part of the fun.
#t-shirt#shirts#painting#the works#the works movie#fortis arbor's art#traditional#fanart#image described#yayyyyyyy tshirts ^^__^^#so many cereal boxes cut apart by my hands.... the ant alone is an entire box ripped at the seams and turned on its side.
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Gonna work on polishing those poster packs this weekend, especially since I understand the process much better now, but I wanted to share the detail on the Simlish repro logos I did!
#there is a.... frankly preposterous amount of hand lettering in this pack ngl#i also over-painted some of the art to try to make it look better in game#nothing too major- mainly bumping contrast#I'd love to get a in-game repro of the Nightmare On Elm Street poster art with a sim... but I just don't understand non-CAS sim poses at all#sims 4#simsblr#bb cc#sims cc#(I'm also going to pull some base game t-shirt textures just to see what I can play with)
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Marco Pannella
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I hate this website
A girl asked me how I made my glasses chain so I was pointing out all the parts
"...and this hides the knot-" ME WITH MY WEREWOLF BOYFRIEND
#im not even a monsterfucker or a furry (yet) but i believe in their beliefs#but i hate that that was my immediate thought#and i cant say that to a person i dont know in a Japanese thrift store#like to paint a picture‚ this was a pretty girl wearing casual lolita fashion with her makeup all done up‚ and i am a big hairy femboy#and i think i was wearing a t-shirt of my old man yaoi otp holding hands#in front of the wall of second hand gojos
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piece N.02
hit meh up on dm if U interested: https://www.instagram.com/akumen.3k/profilecard/?igsh=mw41dwu5m3bocjk1dq==
#art#archive fashion#visual archive#fashion#painting#hand painted#printed t shirt#clothing#dressing up#free thugger#fypシ#tattoed hottie#tattoos#cyber sigilism#cybercore#trashy y2k#y2k#home made#for sale#artists on tumblr#soundcloud#new music#personal brand
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Hillberry 🎨
#crafty#dm me#hand painted#handcrafted#handmade#ordernow#how paint need look stuff#one of a kind#unique art#denim jacket#t shirt#glow in the dark#neon
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#Hand Painted Sarees#Jute bags#T-Shirts#Shoes#Best Saree for Woman#T-Shirt manufacturer India#Canvas Material Shoes in India#Exporters#Manufacturer#Uttar Pradesh#India
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Do you know what its like to be trans?
[Comic description: A comic about being trans. Long descriptions follow.
1. A light-skinned trans woman with shoulder-length brown hair stands at her bathroom sink wearing a T-shirt with a fish on it, draped so that her left shoulder hangs out. The text reads, ‘Let me teach you, what its like to be trans.’ 2. A blister pack of unlabelled pills sits next to this are two prescription bottles, one of Estrodial and one of Spironolactone, the latter of which is on its side with pills spilling out. The text reads, ‘What it’s like to spend years of waiting / For the right people to tick the box to tick the box to say your sick enough to get treatment. / Treatment to be you.’ 3. The woman brushes her teeth while looking at a tablet propped up by the sink. The text reads, ‘Do you know what its like to be a prop for political power? / To know they Dont actually care?’ The word ‘actually’ is underlined. 4. The woman sticks her tongue out in concentration as she works on the clasps of a bra behind her back. The text reads, ‘Do you know what it’s like? Do wait years for your body to change?’ 5. The woman starts shaving her cheeks and chin, which are covered in cream. The text reads, ‘What its like to work (emphasis) so (end emphasis) hard to overcome every toxic gender norm?’ 6. The woman touches her own shoulders with an unhappy expression. The text reads, ‘To take stock at the damage puberty has done?’ 7. A bottle of nail polish lies on its side dripping onto the counter. Polish has been splashed against the wall. The woman’s hands are visible in the sink, with just her right thumbnail painted. The text reads, ‘Do you know what its like? / To paint your nails only to see how disgusting your hands make you feel?’ 8. The woman bends over the sink, with her eyes shut and tears streaming down her face. The text says, ‘What its like, To do your makeup wrong / and see every feature you hate (emphasis) highlighted (end emphasis)?’
9. Fully dressed with a bag on her shoulder, the woman stands in her doorway with the door open and light streaming in. The text reads, ‘Do you Know what Its like to go outside? / When all it takes is one person to think that you are large enough danger to childrens lives to end yours.’ 10. The door is closed. A single point of light streams in from the peep hole and hits the woman’s head. She has one hand on the door and is looking down at the doorknob with a sad expression. Her bag lies on the ground beside her. The text says, ‘It paralyzes you.’
11. Back to the scene in the bathroom, similar to the first panel but mirrored and with a large black X scratched over the woman’s face. The text reads, ‘Do you Know what its like? / To not be seen as a person? / Because that’s what you taught me.’ \End descriptions]
#illustration#doodle#my art#art#oc#comics#webcomic#original art#transgender#transgirl#transisbeautiful#when im tired the bad thoughts cant be stopped#Welldrawnfishcomic
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Testing out my 911 call signature hand painted and tassel tee!!! I love it!
#kym makes things#911 call signature tee#hand painted#dispatch call signature#t-shirt art#911 abc#911 art#911 fanart
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how did i only just find out that there was scrapyard merch. & it's far too late and all sold out now. heartbroken...
#probably for the best i dont need to spend 40 bucks on a t shirt anyway#ngl i should start making my own knockoff merch for stuff#i hand-painted a bocchi the rock t-shirt for my halloween costume last year and it turned out great#whos to say i can't do that for other stuff. its not stealing if i dont try to sell it. actually idc either way
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anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn
pt 2 to this
“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”
obviously, he hasn’t- far as he’s concerned, if you haven’t told him about it then it doesn’t exist to him.
no skin off your nose, you’d spend the rest of your life teaching him about the ‘latest trends’ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.
(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)
he’s holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.
your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:
“it’s what’s written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear it”
you’re lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.
when he’s got his alone time he’s setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.
he’s lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.
balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and he’s standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).
you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.
he’s so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.
on (you assume) the other side of the globe, you’re at home in your shared bed and you’re propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.
(if you’d thought about it you should’ve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind)
simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like you’d hoped, just like when he’s on top of you.
he’s dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but you’ve been tuned into his every move since you met him.
your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.
his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.
long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.
as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. you’d had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.
simon’s head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.
one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didn’t really understand how sexy he was. he didn’t think any of the videos particularly watchable so he’d just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.
what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.
always whatever you’ve asked for, whenever you ask.
(simon’s nothing if not inexplicably obedient)
he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.
you’d almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.
a guttural moan ripped out of simon’s chest as he twisted his wrist.
his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldn’t give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.
you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldn’t shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.
but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. he’d be a plain liar if he said there wasn’t that rumbling trepidation in his chest. he’d put it to bed though.
all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.
with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didn’t have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.
you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.
“fuck, sweetheart- you’re so fucking filthy giving me orders like this”
your cheeks were burning, he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t expecting him to call you out quite like this.
“what does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?”
wheeeeeew that’ll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was always there to do you one better.
“only for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from me”
and you knew he was serious, that’s what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, you’d seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didn’t think the person worth his time.
when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.
(he probably had)
simon’s hips were twitching, back arching in a way he’d rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.
so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldn’t call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.
you’d rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.
eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.
scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.
you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.
just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.
knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.
one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it could’ve reverberated round your room.
“what’s next sweet’art? you name it, it’s yours”
#i actually went fucking crazy on this one i couldn’t stop writing#id give a fucking kidney to watch this guy jerk it on camera#anyways ANWAYS put a ghost mask in my bfs amazon cart- WHO SAID THAT?#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#ghost smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#ghost drabble#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb#ghost blurb#older bf!simon
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contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.
In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.
Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.
What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.
“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.
“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.
“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”
These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.
“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”
Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.
“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”
Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”
“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”
“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”
“Hey I was going to say that!”
Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.
Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.
No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.
A little homework never hurt anyone.
#your kids are his kids too#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bakugo fluff#mha fluff#bnha fluff#first use of l/n on here oops sorry if that ruined immersion bc usually i don’t use y/n l/n e/c etc but i didn’t know what else to put lol#ermmm full fic someday. maybe
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