#im pretty proud of this one!!!
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Listen to personal Jesus btw
#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk manga#aoi akane#akane aoi#manga coloring#kuzey coloring#aoikane#aoiaoi#tbhk manga coloring#tbhk#tbhk aoi#tbhk akane#jshk#jshk aoi#jshk akane#im pretty proud of this one!!!#coloring it was shorter than cleaning it#uuuugggghhhhh
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sick leave
#leon kennedy#art#digital illustration#illustration#fanart#re2 leon#re4 leon#leon s kennedy#illustrator#illustrators on tumblr#my art#im so normal#im going insane#he so pretty#i will throw up#im proud of this one
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ULTRA Impact Fontaine Edition
#theyre supposed to be ultrakill album covers#but they kinda just end up being posters???#im pretty proud of the wrio one#lyss art#my art#ultrakill#genshin impact#genshin fanart#genshin#neuvillette#wriothesley#fontaine#was gonna make a wingalet one but idk how to draw ships#crossover
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heart so full its too much for you to handle
#homestuck#homestuck fanart#hom3stuck#do we have a tag for 2024 yet#dirk strider#heart aspect#alright im pretty proud of that one ngl
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Congrats Minus One!🎉
Ya did good buddy... ya did good... :')
His brothers are proud of him :)) He's still the same lil gremlin tho...
#godzilla#godzilla minus one#oscars#godzilla x kong: the new empire#shin godzilla#godzilla ultima#godzilla singular point#godzilla earth#he DID ITT!!!#so proud of him :')#all his brothers and family are proud too!#wanted to draw other godzillas but didn't have time and energy#sorray#still im pretty proud of this piece#anyway congrats again my lil gremlin boi#do not repost#my art
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i wanted to draw prime but then i saw emerald coast again today and i had to draw him thereee
#sonic adventure#sonic#sth#sonic the hedgehog#art#fanart#digital art#this is a pretty bad drawing day ngl i mean im proud of this one but i am TRYING to draw poses n shit and I CANTTT#ToT
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they'll be kissing once they stop being chased don't worry!
#you guys.#you GUYS have no idea how long i've been working on this#it's probably one of the most cool colorful and pretty things i've ever done#and im very proud#however!#i was dreaming of finishing it im exhausted#but hope y'all like it too!!#sadigail#sadie adler#abigail roberts#abigail marston#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption 2 fanart#rdr2 fanart#wlw art#evgarart#my art#cowgirls#western art#gunslinger abigail
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The Black Rabbit Brotherhood
#Lies of P#lop#neowiz#round8#pinocchio#black rabbit brotherhood#red fox#black cat#youngest rabbit#eldest rabbit#eccentric rabbit#battle maniac rabbit#fanart#comics#comic portfolio#//SLAMS HANDS ON PIANO LIKE A PUPPET// IF YOU LIKE THIS COMIC PLS LIKE SHARE AND COMMENT IM PROUD AF W THIS ONE#i've been pretty eeeh w my rendering but now i think i found around it again#'polux did you do a whole action scene w dynamic poses and effects just for the three last panels?' yes#huge props to everyone at the lop official channel in the art tab that boosted my motivation during the wips <3
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list of adults who are great with kids
unfortunately i cant actually make a meme better than the movie
#spider man: across the spider verse#miguel o'hara#miles morales#peter b parker#mayday parker#peni parker#hobie brown#spider punk#spider noir#ft a little spider goddess#under the readmore is just a different version of the miguel and miles onion headline lol#im actually pretty proud of how these turned out#peni looks cute miguel looks techy peter b looks kind of on model even#i wouldve drawn miguel with the ‘dont cry endless possibilities’ bit but he was NOT that nice about it hahaaa#i know in my heart of hearts peter noir would not have been brainwashed like peter b#sorry peter b you’re just such an easy punching bag 😔😔#couldn’t find a meme for jess bc. she’s actually responsible lol#but she will get one if i can find one
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Precious boi^^
#transformers#transformers one#transformers b 127#transformers bumblebee#b 127#transformers one fanart#happi boi#mah drawings :v#tf one bumblebee#tf one#woooo BADASSATRON is finally done#this took way longer than i thought it would#but either way im pretty proud of it
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BLUSH
liyu lets slip ONE time that they like his voice and now he uses it to tease them constantly. jerk (affectionate)
@jeminiikrystal @blackknight-kai @marcu-bug
#s0rr3l's art#black myth wukong#black myth wukong oc#destined one x oc#liyu#liyu x yezi#ljwnsojwnsoj2 finally FINISHED#coloured this 3 times before settling#AND IT LOOKS GREAT IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF#sailor moon colouring style… if you squint#just pretty shoujo#might do all my comics like this its so romantic and cute#i wanna draw monkey smiling more... like he's mostly grumpy faced but look at him!!! being all cheeky and stuff#deserves to have something to smile abt
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LIGHTS OFF
REDRAW!! -> Check all pics!!
There is two of each!!
I decided to redo my most adored drawing in the new style!
Im first showing the new ones and underneath will show the before so you can compare!
Before:
#my art#fanart#praise me#drawing#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#moondrop#im so freaking proud!!#this was one of my first drawings on tumblr#and people smashed their head on their keyboard when they saw it#meaning it was pretty popular for me#im scared now
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🍃🌿🌱💚
[Image description: a digital painting of Leon from Resident Evil. He's wearing a white t-shirt and leaning forward to look out at the view from behind a small branch hanging down from a leafy plant behind him. Sunlight from the side makes the shadows from the leaves stark on his face. He's smiling softly. The artist's signature is in the bottom left corner and reads, "@WROwn" /End description]
(hilplusterrorss thank you for the ID)
#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy fanart#re2 leon#re4 leon#leon resident evil#resident evil 2#resident evil 4#resident evil#re4#art#digital illustration#illustration#fanart#artists on tumblr#he looking#my babygirl#he so pretty#good art#im proud of this one
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This one was in my drafts, browsing to inspire myself ✨🤔
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#I feel like im not even attatched to my body rn lmao#Dolling up something that I cant even connect myself to is a v weird concept but I wanna feel fabulous and so I shall try it#Tomorrow. I will subject the local pub to me in all my finery#satans knitwear#cheeky#uk girl#alt pinup#pinup girl#Pretty lingerie#Stockings and suspenders#This look is such a classic#I am consistently proud of this one tbh#My gif to you
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hiii i have a request 🥹🥹 if possible, could you write a comfort fic with himeko or kafka and reader? reader who has trouble sleeping or has been exhausted from missions, going straight to himeko's room after returning to the astral express and just melting into her arms. or, reader who hasn't seen kafka in a while and just really misses her, needs her to put her mind at ease, so kafka drops by the express unexpectedly and spends the night taking care of reader. can be either sfw or nsfw, I dont mind either 🥹
omg this is so cute! i’ll do both ;)
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS || hsr x reader
cw. nudity
notes. dunno why i felt the need to mention this but this fic operates on established relationship between reader/character, just fyi :)
HIMEKO
Trailblazing was never going to be easy. You knew this, and you accepted it. To walk the path of Akivili was to lend a helping hand to whosoever needed it. And you do enjoy it—the feeling of making a change in the vast universe, shoulder to shoulder with companions that you would give your life for, and who would do the same for you. You wouldn’t give up your spot on the Astral Express for the world.
But you are only human, at the end of the day.
You’ve been taking back-to-back missions recently, and it’s slowly taking its toll on you. As a more experienced Nameless with many years under your belt, your assistance is slightly more prized over the younger crew—not to say they were incapable. Dan Heng and March alone made a terrifying duo, which was only exacerbated when Stelle joined the mix. But at the end of the day, they’re still a little green and wet behind the ears, so any of the harder jobs tend to fall to you or Welt. And with Welt supervising them on the Luofu, that just left you.
Your footsteps are heavy as you drag yourself back onto the Express. There’s a rip in your jacket from where a Mara-struck soldier tried to slash at you, and several small cuts all over your fingers from the cutting wind of the Disciples. The Luofu had commissioned your blade to quell the number of Mara-struck still roaming around, but for every six you strike down, another dozen seem to take their place.
You sigh as you flop onto one of the many couches on the Express, letting your weapon clatter onto the ground. You’re sore, tired, and aching—all you want to do now is sink into your pillows and sleep, but you have to clean up first. You shut your eyes with another weary noise, deciding to rest up a little before heading to your cabin. Or, shared cabin, rather.
A gentle tap on your shoulder stirs you from your brief rest. You crack your eyes open, and are met with a gentle, golden gaze—it’s Himeko. She’s foregone her usual attire, instead dressed in simple nightwear now, a blanket around her shoulders.
“Hey,” you rasp out. “Were you about to go to bed?”
She shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I was waiting for you.”
“Ah. Sorry, I must’ve kept you up for a while then.”
“It’s alright,” Himeko says, picking up your weapon off the ground, and placing it inside one of the secure compartments beneath the seats. “I was working on some designs, anyway.”
Then she rises back up, and reaches out to cup your face. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch. Then she pulls away, and you nearly whine in protest, before she extends the same hand to you. “Come. Let me care of you tonight.”
You take her hand without hesitation, your fingers slotting perfectly in between hers. You let her lead you to your shared cabin, near the back of the train cart. The door slides open with a small hiss, and the scent of warm, freshly brewed coffee fills your lungs. It’s a comforting, distinctly Himeko scent that you feel some of the tension in your shoulders bleed out.
Her fingers work deftly as they undo the buttons of your clothes, and she frowns when she notices the rip in your jacket.
“I got a little sloppy,” you explain weakly, with a tired grin. Himeko rolls her eyes, but folds it neatly and sets it on the edge of the bed, no doubt to be repaired by the next day.
“As long as you’re unharmed,” she murmurs, working on your shirt now. Your hands rest on her hips as she divests you of the rest of your clothes, until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “The bath is ready. I’ll be there soon.”
You nod, and drag your exhausted limbs to the bath. You strip fully, and then sink into the warm, bubbly water, audibly groaning as the heat from the bath seeps into your aching muscles. The small cuts along your hands sting a little, but you know Himeko must’ve mixed in some antiseptic to ensure no infections take root.
Himeko walks in a little later, and takes a seat on the edge of the tub, smiling as she takes in your relaxed appearance. She brushes some hair out of your eyes, then reaches over for the shampoo and conditioner, tucked away in another small, secure compartment. The Express is littered with them, so things can be stored safely and not make a mess of the train during jumps.
You feel like dissolving when Himeko starts to wash your hair, expert fingers massaging your scalp wonderfully. Her hands--hands that fix, hands that mend--travel from the base of your neck up to the back of your skull, then along your temples, before repeating over again. It's incredible, the way she can put you back together so easily. She chuckles when she notes your reaction.
“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”
You can only manage a wordless grunt in response, feeling like you’re in an entirely different plane of existence right now. Time blurs as Himeko washes out the shampoo and works in the conditioner, before washing that out too and leaving your hair thoroughly clean and smelling like fresh roses—the same scent as hers.
You almost don’t want to leave the warmth of the tub, but Himeko coaxes you out anyway. She offers you a towel and a bathrobe, and leaves you to dry yourself off for a while. You wring out your hair, then dress yourself in a comfy pair of silk nightclothes. When you step out of the washroom, Himeko is waiting for you on the bed, her legs already tucked beneath the covers. On her lap is her laptop as she types away, no doubt finishing up on her many engineering designs.
You practically dive into bed, snuggling under the sheets and pressing close to your lover. She’s warm as always, thanks to her Pathstrider ability being of the Fire type. Himeko hums to herself, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as you bury yourself in her side, uncaring for the dampness of your hair. She reaches over to the bedside table, and with a click, switches of the main room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed.
You chance a glance up at her, even as drowsiness nips at your heels. The gentle golden glow of the lamp makes her look divine, enhanced by the fiery red of her hair. There is an affection in her eyes you know is reserved only for you as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Rest, now,” she says, her words a caress against your skin. “You deserve it, my love.”
“I love you,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as sleep finally claims you. It’s easy to oblige the request, safe and sound in her arms like this. These moments make you wish that dawn—or the Express’s approximation of a circadian rhythm—would never come, and you could linger in the embrace of your beloved for eternity. The last thing you hear before you drift off is Himeko’s soothing voice, almost lullaby-like, and you can hear her smile.
“I love you too, dearest one.”
KAFKA
For the nth time that night, you wake up to the sight of your bedroom ceiling.
You sigh and twist in your bed, turning to check the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table. It’s 1am in the morning, and you still can’t sleep.
You don’t really know the root of your recent bouts of insomnia. Maybe it was the workload? But Himeko has given you several days off already. Maybe it was the stress of having to manage the younger Astral Express members, but Welt shoulders that burden most of the time. Could it be Pom Pom then? You shake your head at that—the conductor was usually the one stressing, not being the cause of stress.
Then maybe… maybe it’s because you miss her.
Kafka, your secret lover.
You miss the presence of her next to you in your bed, and the steady, powerful beat of her heart under your ear as you rest your head on her chest. Miss the elegant cadence of her breathing and the feel of her hand in yours.
You sigh again. You know she’d laugh if she ever knew about your silly longing. I mean, you volunteered for this infiltration mission; you knew what you were signing up for. But still, it’s funny—you miss that about her too. Her laugh.
You reach for your phone, resting on the bed. During your last… rendezvous with Kafka she had the foresight—or maybe Elio did, who knows—to give you an encrypted number to contact her with.
Only in case of emergencies, doll, she had crooned, as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Use it wisely.
Your finger hovers over the number. Does this even qualify as an emergency? It’s just a few sleepless nights. Kafka probably has more important things to do, executing Elio’s endless number of scripts and whatnot. In the end, you shut off your phone and throw your head back on the pillows, ready to resign yourself to another long night—
—when your phone suddenly buzzes with urgency.
You jerk in surprise, brows furrowing as you pick it back up. Who could be calling at this hour? You squint in the darkness as you read the caller ID, and your heart leaps into your throat.
It’s the emergency number.
You fumble to answer, quickly sitting up and pressing the phone to your ear, making sure to cover your mouth and the reciever. The rest of the Express definitely wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you always feel some sort of lingering paranoia, sneaking around like this with Kafka.
“Hello?”
“Hey, doll,” a familiar, smooth voice says, and your heart flutters. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“Kafka,” you breathe out, not bothering to hide the relief in your tone. Kafka chuckles on the other end.
“That’s me,” she hums. “You answered pretty quickly. Were you not sleeping?”
You hesitate for a moment, but decide to come clean. “No. I… haven’t been sleeping well, recently.”
Kafka is silent for a few seconds. “I see,” she says, and something in her voice shifts, imperceptible to the average person. But you aren’t an average person, not to Kafka. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about." The other end goes quiet, so you decide to change the topic. "Why'd you call? Isn't this for emergencies only? Are you in trouble?"
"You worried?" she chuckles, and you can see her smirk in your mind's eye. "I'm alright, doll. And as for emergencies... well, I missed you. Isn't that an emergency?"
It's such a Kafka-esque answer, but it pulls a breathless little laugh from you all the same. "Ugh, you..."
"Me," she affirms on the other end with a snicker. There is small, comfortable silence between you, before she speaks again. "Listen, doll, I've gotta go. But don't worry your pretty little head--you'll sleep perfectly well tonight. I'll make sure of it."
You blink, confused at her words. But before you can question it, Kafka hangs up the call, leaving you both confused and a little disappointed. Usually she'd say goodbye and throw in those three special words, though not this time, apparently. You wonder what she means as you shut your phone off again, and lie back onto your pillows. You close your eyes, and try to do as she says.
You're not sure how much time passes, but it doesn't work, predictably. You groan in frustration, just about ready to get up when a lithe hand slips over your mouth.
You jerk in surprise, one hand flying reflexively to the knife you keep beneath your pillow, the other gripping your assailant's wrist. You swing the knife in an arc, only for it to be caught and restrained by thin, pink, familiar ropes. They glow ever so slightly, illuminating a familiar face, that has your mouth falling open under the hand.
"Good to see your reflexes haven't dulled," Kafka teases, nimbly prying the knife out of your hands and letting it clatter onto the floor. She then removes the hand over your mouth, and releases your wrist from the strings.
"Kafka," you whisper, your hand moving to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the ridges of her face, "are you real?"
She leans into your touch, that signature smirk tugging on her painted lips. She's really here, solid and tangible beneath your fingers. "You could consider me a dream, if you'd like."
"How did you even get in here?" you ask, not taking your eyes off her for a moment as she shrugs off her coat and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Kafka offers you a smug grin at that, pulling a little device from her pocket.
"Custom-made IPC teleportation beacon," she answers with a wink. "Jailbroken courtesy of Silver Wolf, of course."
You make a mental note to buy Silver Wolf the next battlepass in that game of hers. Kafka sets the device on the bedside table, now dressed in only her undergarments. You swallow as you take in the expanse of her milky skin, firm abdomen and muscled thighs, all while Kafka raids the clothing storage beneath your bed for something to sleep in like she's been on the Express this whole while. She eventually settles for one of your old t-shirts, which drapes over her frame in such a sinfully delectable way that you'd pounce on her if you weren't so damn tired.
"Move over," she orders, pulling her hair out of its usual ponytail, and letting it cascade down her shoulders and back. Kafka has always been beautiful--but like this... you would not have been able to distinguish her from Idrila the Beauty themself. You wonder if that makes you her knight. You shuffle to the side of the bed, and Kafka slips under the sheets next to you. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close, close enough that you can rest your ear against her chest, and hear the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. Immediately you start to feel drowsy, and Kafka chuckles.
"You really missed me, didn't you, doll?" she muses, carding her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm here now, my dear. Sleep, alright?"
Your eyes flutter shut almost instantly. It's funny, how she doesn't even have to use her Spirit Whisper on you to get you to obey. Maybe love itself is enough of a whisper to your soul, or maybe you've always been weak for her. But oddly enough, you don't find yourself minding all that much if that's the case. You don't mind much of anything when it comes to her. Though you don't ponder for very long as you snuggle closer against her warmth, your arms winding tight around her waist. She'll be gone by morning, you know that. She has to. But for now, this is enough, secure in this haven that is her embrace, and you let yourself drift off into slumber.
(The next morning, nothing remains of her--you may have truly considered her a dream, were it not for the imprint of her form on your bed, and a tiny note on your bedside table, undoubtedly written in her hand.
All it says is i love you.
And for the both of you, that's all it needs to say.)
#sev.writes#hsr#kafka x reader#himeko x reader#im ngl im actually pretty proud of this one#esp the kafka half lol#i will jump for joy if someone sees why#n e way anon this was so cute to write#hope u enjoy !!
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Pirate Lady Lizzie Shadowlady be upon ye! She's a Captain! She's a Queen! She... kidnapped the prince of Mezalea and now he wants to join her?!
As a part of the @mcytblraufest, here is my Pirate AU featuring Lizzie because I love her. In this ocassion we had a reverse Big Bang! The art inspired This Fic. Go check it out, it's incredible!
close-up because I'm super happy with her! she's so pretty
#ldshadowlady#lizzie ldshadowlady#jizzie#shadowbeans#the ocean queen#it's art-abella#this is one of my favorite pieces of fanart by me. im really proud of the process that led me to this result#i did my work on the anatomy okay?! i did my best and im very content#it was so hard to not post this instantly months ago#shes so pretty!!!#i love women
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