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Mon Loup
Please send help, Wenclair has taken over my brain.
Per usual, do not reupload without credit/permission. Thanks folks!
(My ko-fi, should you wish!)
#never drawn a werewolf before#ok that's kind of a lie#I've never drawn a werewolf that I did not think was absolute garbage before#but this idea came to me and I simply could not do anything until I drew it#so today we learned how to draw a fuckin werewolf#kind of sort of it's like 60% of the body here but shush#also experimented with a couple new brushes which I am digging greatly#I feel like I'm cheating on RWBY not drawing bumbleby LMAO#but like same dynamic so#close enough for the regulars eh?#but yeah feel free to follow for more wenclair cause hoo boy the brainrot is beginning and it is hitting hard#(you can claw the bees from my cold dead hands tho dw they aren't going anywhere)#wenclair#wednesday netflix#wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wednesday x enid#pov you fucked with the WRONG little goth#She'll kill you and so will her big golden retriever wolf gf#temp tats art
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How can I be an Arven fan I don't even like sandwiches that much /silly
#ok that's kind of a lie#i like sandwiches if they're well made#like on nice bread and with nice ingredients#i'm not going to enjoy and sandwhich that's just crappy lunch meat and cheese on regular white bread#I can eat it and will most likely be ok with the taste but it isn't enjoyable#but having nice bread nice ingredients ect. is enjoyable for me#grilled cheese is an exception that shit may be simple but it's good as hell#in conclusion I like sandwiches but I'm like picky as hell about them#my pokemon posting#why did I ramble about sandwiches in te tags of this joke post what is wrong with me
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Hehehehe
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IS THAT MY UNIVERSITY--
lrb is SO FUN
#bro i was gonna joke about making a sign for an eldritch beast but#Riddle got me in a chokehold 3 years after leaving#let me go bbygirl i moved on 💀💀#let my sins rest#ok that's kind of a lie#i miss it--#but i can't#yk?#being broke but also now having different life goals that are more urgent#if i didnt know what i know now i might go back#some really good professors there.
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my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟
#pan draws#pan designs#zine#risograph#i'm not gonna lie i don't love how this one turned out OTL and i think the wording is not done but well... a deadline is a deadline#i'll probably touch it up and rewrite it in the future but who's to say.. i need to stew on how to articulate my feelings coherently#anyway my transness is so closely tied to my experience as a person of color. the current political climate is so fucking ass to exist in#but more than anything i am pissed off at white punks & leftists & trans people that refuse to have meaningful solidarity with us.#so yeah anyway. i was stuck on this one forever and only really got anywhere with it after attending 2 punk noise shows in a row where they#actually used their fucking platform to do like. anything. our struggles are connected you need to careeeee YOU HAVE TO CARE........ ok bye#tdov#trans day of visibility#<- i was sitting on uploading this for a while so the stars kind of aligned for it to be today huh.... happy tdov i love you#xines
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high school joui 4 shenanigans
#deep breaths takasugi#the worst friend group you will ever know#only ones who can somehow tolerate each other#gintoki’s one worst quality is that he cannot shut the fuck up#i couldn’t stop thinking of them after watching daily lives of highschool boys and they’d get up to so much dumb shit actually#can you tell i kind of miss my high school days#i sound so old when i say that wtf im 19#painting has been a lot of fun lately i will not lie#but also college starts like. day after tomorrow im so cooked#GINTAMA OBSESSION PLEASE GET ME THROUGH ANOTHER TERM 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽#i might draw some ginhiji stuff to accompany this later bc of course i will#i am nothing if not predictable to my audience#anyways#sakata gintoki#katsura kotarou#sakamoto tatsuma#takasugi shinsuke#joui 4#gintama#ok bye
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Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.
He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.
Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.
Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.
Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.
It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.
He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.
"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."
It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.
Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.
There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.
Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.
That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.
The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.
Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."
It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.
It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.
He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."
The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.
It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.
He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.
"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."
He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.
"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."
He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.
But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.
"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."
He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.
He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#riz gukgak#baron from the baronies#this is set a Long time into the future. riz is like 32 in this one#''I will go to sleep'' so turns out that was a fucking lie#lmao I just needed to finally externalize this idea into Some kind of more final form#initially I aimed for a comic with this but ooughgoughhh I am. indisposed. unable to do that rn#and also I feel like there would just be too fucking much Riz Saying Words in that format for it to work. and I always go if theres so much#words in ur comic might as well make it a fic. and well. heeding my own advice perhaps#just been sitting on this sentiment of like. perceiving romantic relationships as uniquely permanent or conclusive#when the vast majority of people I know would hugely benefit from a divorce lmao#since watching fhjy at least. I think in a sense this is kind of my personal answer for that sticky note style comic I did way back thens#how much of that fear of being deprioritized comes from not being taken care of by the community you're in#I think that's the prettiest answer I can give for riz's deal. not one singular Special Person no matter the kind of flavour#but spaces that he's integrated in. that he has a hand in building even#okay NOW I sleep. everyone be quiet ok small voice for good sleep. it wont be a lie this time I prommy
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literally i’m thee #1 fan of rennala’s banana hat like yes it’s huge it’s silly it’s goofy but are funny pointy hats not the absolute hallmark of wizard style???? this is what peak fantasy design looks like… open your heart… embrace the whimsy
#elden ring#rennala#mods that ‘fix’ rennala to make her ‘pretty’ actually shes PERFECT the way she is ok!!!!!#when i saw her funny hat replaced by a crown and really long feminine hair i won’t lie i felt kind of insulted
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BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j
If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣
(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )
#RWBY#Bumbleby#Blake Belladonna#Yang Xiao Long#Foxarts#YOUR HONOR I HATE THEM (that's a lie actually)#I'VE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR 3(?) DAYS NOW AND I'M SICK#Technically this doesn't contain spoilers but let me know if I should add the tag!#In reality I think cloud scene will happen episode 7-ish BUT being delusional is what being a bee fan is all about-#This is the first time I've actually tried drawing a kiss sooooo hope it turned out ok xDD#I am the one who looks away when anyone kisses for more than 2 seconds so.#Kisses aren't very photogenic that's all I'll say (I had 3 tutorials open and 5 references pulled up)#This was so messy- I forewent line art because I hate it and I thought it wouldn't be bad to just clean up the sketch. I was kind of right.#Watching back the recording is funny because I've always known I'm disorganized but just watching it play out is hilarious.#Enjoy my little notes and doodles 😌😌#They're so soft I want to scream.#I SURE HOPE I DIDN'T FORGET ANYTHING 😭#Risking my livelihood for these stupids since 2020 *strikes pose*#Anyways that's enough of my rambling.#HAVE A NICE DAY Y'ALL!!
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i think ed would feel like in theory he ought to benefit from putting on a set of noise cancelling headphones and listening to a guided meditation but every time he tries it takes approximately 30 seconds for him to start thinking “i could be listening to system of a down right now”
#‘what do they mean lie still? am i not supposed to move at ALL?’#‘why does breathing take so long? does it always take this long??’#‘this music sucks. its like enya if you sucked out all the shit that makes enya sound kind of ok.’#‘i have an itch on my arm am i allowed to get that’#‘what would it taste like if you had to suck all the enya out of enya with a straw’#‘would this be working better if i had a buttplug in’
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sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all
My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.
#Its so shocking whenever anybody mentions that fic to me#like its just such a specific combo of interests how are there this many people interested in it...#I have some fragments of unfinished chapters for it laying around but I was struggling to get them to work#and I definitely dont have the motivation to finish them now#If youre curious the chapters were going to be Slaughter avatar miss Power and Web avatar Mr Big#and possibly Flesh avatar Butcher but I never got around to starting that one#The Miss Power chapter was basically going to be about her having kind of lost her thread#I wanted to leave a lot of ambiguity as to what happened with her home planet#but she hadnt been in contact with them for agessssss and her radio is damaged and her ship is in bad shape#the chapter was just going to be her being like 'pfff I dont interpersonal connection Im doing great out here. Murdering. All on my own'#Well she has her little squirl thing but she treats him like an animal#mr giggle cheeks or whatever#anyway I wanted it to imply that whatever happened her bloodthirst was destroying her#The Mr Big chapter was from Lesley's perspective#She would have been one in a long long line of assistants that Mr Big went through like candy#Lesley is his favorite though because. while she is terrified of him. shes still willing to push him. to be honest with him#but she also knows exactly when to step off. when to lie to appease him#( its always a tossup as to whether he wants a sweet lie or the harsh truth that day. He can always tell either way#its a gamble he does to be cruel. She always picks right though. or maybe he's more lenient with her than he should be)#He likes that she knows exactly how to push him without ever stepping over the line#He likes that her guilt and revulsion are slowly eating her up inside but shes too selfish to leave#She likes being special. She likes the idea of ruling the world alongside him#She'll always be second in command but shell be so much higher than everyone else#and shes willing to do anything to get that#Mr big doesnt think shell ever make it that far#but he likes her anyway#shes the one assistant he'll be sad about dying#OK damn apparently I did still have things to say about this old fic DAMN#still not gonna finish it tho. they call me the struggler becaus.e writing is a struggle...
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Scar: -we're part of a crew, we're helping pick up trash- Skizz: What did I just mess up? I said something, and you went off on a tangent, and everybody left. What did I- what just happened? Scar: No, I mentioned Disney, and they all left. Skizz: (scoffs) These guys. You don't have to- Scar: Thank you for staying, Skizz. I appreciate it. Skizz: I want you to be yourself around me. I want- hey, is that- oh, this is good. Scar: That's Cub. Cub came back. He's alright. Skizz: Alright, this is actually- Scar: It's over! Cub: (overlapping) We ended up under Big Wood. Tango: Is he done? Is he done? Scar: It's over. Skizz: What's underneath Big Wood?
#wizard scrolls#hermitcraft#gtwscar#skizzleman#im not gonna lie and say this did make me cry a little. i know thats deeply parasocial but i havent slept much this week and im fragile ok#scars tone is making me viscerally upset and skizz's aggressive kindness sort of sent me over the edge
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a body in motion - chapter 4
“I’m saying–” Mike tries again, “I’m going to do something so stupid– so, so stupid– and I need you to tell me not to.”
#OK IM DONE FOR REAL THIS TIME#AND ON TIME LIKE I SAID#oh my god i need to lie down i feel like i completed a triathlon with no water breaks#anyways#thank u to everyone who has been so nice about this fic#genuinely powered me through some parts#i'm kind of all out of words after this so i will leave it at that but#hell yeah#now i can finally write my OTHER THINGS#byler#mike wheeler#will byers#byler fic
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Hunter what the FUCK-
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#love this because it's the following reaction to the last ask#this is funny considering 72.7% of 44 people who interacted with the poll considered Hunter worthy of forgiveness. which is around 31 votes#tbf forgiving is one thing but moving on is very different#someone commented on the post saying they would forgive Hunter but would struggle to continue friends/acquaintances with him#and honestly? that's absolutely fair. but yeah you can guess Bee's reaction to the truth wasn't the best one#Hunter is used to her explosive reactions so he kinda expected her to lash out#but worse than that he was met with an utter and deadly silence. B2 never made it clear whether or not she forgave him#on one side all those years of hardwork and friendship sounded like a lie and she struggled to process the weight of it all#on the other side she wasn't the only person affected by his past actions and that infuriated her even more.#a whole civilization was nearly annihilated by Bee's kind - all because Gideon decided to send 'em off to war#the same civilization he's infiltrated under the disguise of a 'rebellious android'#the same civilization they spent years trying to rescue and save. the same civilization she considered family. the closest thing to home#------ now to a more inconsistent and unexplored side of this story...#There's a Certain Event that takes place after this and is very heartbreaking. however I'm not entirely sure if Hunter's told the truth-#-before or after the final conflicts of the story were over#i like to think he waited until the very end to talk to Bee. presuming it was safe enough to do so#It's likely Bee was so hurt and angry that she promised to go back to her Real Home (to her orbit as a comet) and never look back#and that's when- oh boy i talked too much in the tags again!#oh gee! so sorry for rambling#i'll stop here :]#the continuation to this can be found in an illustration i'm working on!! stay tuned!!!!#ok byeee#inbox#fusionsprunt
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two "ultimate" level douchebags
#shadfinite#infinadow#< they make me reaaaallt mad whys infinite so freak boy can we kill him#shadow the hedgehog#infinite the jackal#sth#sth fanart#sonic the hedgehog#scraparts#infinite is only so big because all of these fucking guys are so tiny. so fucking tiny. bro doesnt even show his face half the time im goin#to give him 1 solid W in being over 3'3.#lord knows he fucking needs one#besides that i feel like jackal being taller than hedgehog makes sense#i dunno part of it is just me doing lineart before realizinf. im just making excuses but it looks better anyway Amen Ok back to your#regularly scheduled sonknux or something. ok thats a lie i only have one posf of them but my wips man#i kind of want to draw knuxouge next but dont expect anythinf because the second i have a specific thing in mind before i start drawing i#will not draw for the next six weeks#should probably do the sth fandom thing and draw that new sonic frontiers sonic but im not doinf that lest i lose my mind. amen brother#anyways whats up chat im eating a sandwich and considering hopping on splatty. replayed sonic 3 earlier did some team sonic racing#touched sonic forces which meant infinite was on my mind#seriously what is wrong eith these two#anyways anyways SHUT UP STOP TYPING SO GODDAMN MUCH ok#i havent played animal crossing new leaf in a week. oopsies#and thats the long ass rant in my tags done my bad
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Thor 1 is fun because Loki suffers from overthinking before he does stuff and Thor suffers from not thinking until after he’s done stuff and they both end up with the same results: making bad decisions
#no because tell me how Loki spends so long considering what to do and still ends up making terrible split second decisions BruH#Thor is a little understandable he finds himself in a moment and he gets impulsive and wants to act on it#Loki thought about the hand turning blue for at least a day and in the end his solution was still to grab the casket#like that wouldn’t activate the destroyer#did he consider asking the parents#he sat on the throne for like a few days and the plan he came up with was ‘I’m going to lure Laufey here and kill him’ which ok#that would have worked and it did work#he just went to earth to meet Thor to lie to him??????#Thor shows up and Loki is like. oh. guess I’ll destroy Jotunheim since you’re here to expose me#Thor sees Loki ready for a fight and jumps straight in which checks out#what kind of planning process does Loki have and why is it the ‘everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong. improvise.’ method
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me: im depressed and i have art block for drawing i guess i will try to write instead
the writing: bro this is just your own severe traumas portrayed through fictional characters you relate to & love at a distance
me:
#like ok i guess i will lie down until i am emotionally prepared lol hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#i kind of just dropped out of a lot of conversations and irl hangouts and i mean#im sorry honestly idek what to say#just kind of lost my marbles again tbh#for new followers of the Disco fandom i can describe it very accurately#imagine playing Harry at max skills 24/7#it's been this way for like 7 years for me#like the reason i connect with the game is because the inner monologue is so chaotic and distinctly fragmented to their own personalities#....im not well rn idk#i was better for a minute#i'll get back to it momentarily#it helped to play DE#maybe i just feel a bit lost now ive finished it
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