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Hualian sketches because they live in my head rent free
#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#tgcf#dianxia#taizi dianxia#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#heavens official blessing#mxtx tgcf#mxtx#danmei#tgcf xie lian#tgcf hua cheng#san lang#I may or may not be obsessed with them#I really like the first one#should i finish it?#camriio art
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The demons are talking to me...
They tell me to use my talents for sinful things...
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#should i finish it?#welcome home wally#wally darling#sketches#sketch#welcome home#welcome home arg#wally darling wh#wh fanart#welcome home fanart
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#red son#lmk red son#lmk red boy#samadhi fire#fanart#lmk fanart#lego monkey kid fanart#lego fanart#hong hai'er#lego monkie kid#doodle#doodle fanart#should i finish it?#shado art
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should I finish this???
#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#atsv fanart#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman : across the spiderverse#atsv art#atsv#miles morales#happy birthday miles#meows morales#art wip#work in progress#should i finish it?#should i finish this
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Should I finish this??? (I have like real bad art block right now -w-. I really want to but have like 0 motivation rn lol)
#art block#motivation pls#should i finish it?#tumblr polls#dca fandom#black artist#black artists on tumblr#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sb#oc art#small artist#young artist#daycare attendant#pls answer
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I read somewhere bojack wouldn't like Clay from Morel and from what little i've seen thats prob true... but. I only saw like 3 eps of that show it was.....strange to say the least should I finish it?
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Here’s a sketch of springtrap that idk if I’ll finish
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Minish sketch
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so I got bored
#should i finish it?#toh incorrect quotes#toh#everybody talks#toh the owl house#discord stuff#idk how to tag this#lumity#raeda
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snippet from a post s5 willel wonder twins fic i started a long time ago
Later, the way Hop will proudly tell it, El hadn’t thrown a tantrum like that since fall of ‘84.
But the way she sees it, these doctors are keeping her here in a secluded hospital room, and keeping her away from her brother, when she’s fine. And Will isn’t.
So her nose bleeds, and the lights flicker, and she screams and cries until a nurse sits her in a chair on wheels and pushes her to Will’s room.
Jonathan and Joyce are there. They’re both staring at the floor, but they look up in surprise when the nurse hesitantly slides in with El.
And Hop, a protective shadow behind her. “El said she needed to be here.”
Jonathan slumps back into his chair in relief that they don’t come bearing bad news. Joyce stands straight up and makes as if to take the chair with wheels from the nurse, but El shakes her head and holds out her hands. With a wavering smile, Joyce helps El stand instead.
It’s only a few steps to Will, but El is exhausted by the time she has managed to pull herself up next to him, curling into his side. She closes her eyes, searching, searching…
“The doctors are keeping him asleep, sweetie,” Joyce says softly. El opens her eyes. Joyce gently wipes a tissue under El’s nose. “Unconscious, for a little longer. So his body can rest after surgery.”
So his body can rest. She tries not to remember the way Vecna tossed him into the air for them all to see. His arm and his leg and his eyes…
“You should rest too, kid.”
In the cold bed in the white room, a hallway down and a floor above? “No.”
Hop starts to speak, but Joyce cuts him off. “You can stay here, sweet girl. Close your eyes. We won’t let them move you.”
Her head does hurt like it never has before, and she is more tired than she has ever been. Her arms and legs are like noodles, and her throat burns.
She doesn’t even really remember choosing to let go, but the nothingness wraps her up like a blanket as her eyes slip closed.
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When she wakes up, it is much more quiet, and the lights are dim. True to Joyce’s word, El is still squeezed onto the hospital cot beside Will.
Someone has stuck one of those needles into her hand again—an IV, Hop said—but Will looks much worse. His right arm is wrapped in a cast all the way up to his shoulder, and she feels the scratch of the same plaster on his ankle, where it is pressed to hers. He has more than just one needle stuck in his skin, and there are deep bruises, people and black, decorating the too-pale skin beneath his eyes.
It should have been me, she thinks.
Dazed, blinking back tears, El turns her attention to the door, where whispers drift in from the hallway.
“…be able to slowly wake him up in the morning. Once he’s responsive, we’ll be able to get a better idea of exactly what his recovery process will entail.”
“But he will? Recover?”
A pause. “I don’t want to set your expectations unreasonably high, Mrs. Byers. Between what you have described and Dr. Owens had explained, I expect Will to face more than a couple of obstacles. The physical therapists and ophthalmologists will be able to tell you more tomorrow.”
El rubs the sleep from her eyes, slightly comforted by the rumble of Hop’s voice asking his own follow up question. She eases herself out of the cot, placing a gentle hand on her brother’s shoulder before plucking the needle from her arm and shuffling to the bench in the corner. She needs to get out of this hospital gown. She needs to get out of this hospital gown, and she can see her own clothes crumpled in the bottom of a plastic bag, and—
“Woah, hey kid, what’s wrong?”
It’s only at the feeling of her dad’s palm on her shoulder, steadying and sure, that she realizes she’s shaking. She can’t bring herself to answer, but she allows him to steer her to the bench instead.
Hop kneels in front of her. Joyce and Jonathan hover behind him. “El?” he asks again. “You with me?”
Her head is still pounding. Closing her eyes briefly, she tugs at the papery elbow of the hospital gown and turns back to him, pleading.
He frowns, obviously confused, but Joyce steps forward. “She just wants to change,” she says softly. Turning to El, she adds, “The hospital gown—it’s like the lab, isn’t it?”
El nods, unable to keep her eyes from darting around the room now that she’s more awake.
“Okay,” says Hop, more gently than El can ever remember. “I’m going to go make sure it’s okay. Just because they still had you on the IV. Stay here, yeah?”
She nods again, watching both him and Joyce until they disappear from view around the corner. Jonathan sits down next to her, and she lets him.
“They’re just going to the nurse’s station. We’re safe here,” says Jonathan. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head on his shoulder, and he lets her.
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Later, in the morning, they all hover by Will’s bedside. The nurses have eased back on his sedative, and sometime soon, he’ll wake.
El climbs back up beside him, and no one stops her. They’d taken to jokingly calling the pair twins, before, but El doesn’t think it’s funny. Vecna chose the two of them, specifically, as his targets. It means something. Only Will and El can explain what it is like to be in the Upside Down alone, hunted, Vecna in their heads, in their hearts…
Haltingly, filling in each other’s sentences, Joyce, Hopper, and Jonathan fill the gaps in her memory: how they pulled her and Will out of the mindscape and Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin out of the Upside Down. How long it had taken to get help, to get to the hospital.
El is the first to sense Will. She sits up straight despite the ache that radiates through her sore muscles and stares down at him, desperate for any sign of movement to match what movement she had felt in her mind.
“El?” Jonathan asks sharply. It’s in the half second El glances from one brother to another that Will, with a gasp and a little cough, comes back to them. In his first moment of consciousness, his mouth twists into a grimace and his eyes, cloudy and bloodshot, widen. His voice sounds so small. “I can’t see.”
#should i finish it?#willel#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#fanfiction#writing#will byers#el hopper#eleven stranger things#joyce byers#jim hopper#jonathan byers#stranger things season 5#hopper byers family
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Sketch that'll probably never get finished but has achieved its purpose of making me laugh
I got to draw Viola a white house outfit!
2. Matt how many fucking buttons do you need?
3. Vi and Matty being syndicate sibs for 5 years straight
#well not STRAIGHT#obviously hc is lesbian big sis and well protected bi lil bro#saints row#saints row 3#saints row 4#viola dewynter#matt miller#should i finish it?#stuff i drew
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I forgot how tough digital art was 😭
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should i finish this?!?
Spy!GeorgeNotFound x Spy!Reader
You and George had been sworn enemies ever since you both got introduced to each other. Dream expected this, though not to this extent. He never meant to cause this type of tension.
You and George were both put on a mission to spy on the opposing team. Obviously, you had a major problem with this. As much as you hated George’s guts you sure as hell loved the money from it. Your higher-up’s promised both of you a hefty price and you didn’t even have to split the money! You simply couldn’t turn that down for some stupid rivalry..
It was getting late and you still hadn’t made it to the campus where you left all your materials for the day. It was in a hidden location so it wasn’t quite easy to find.
“Hm, pathetic, I thought you knew where you were going? The suns going down and we still haven’t made it.”
Of course George had to complain about you both being slightly lost. All he does is whine, bitch, complain, and sleep; A good-for-nothing loser and that’s exactly why you hate him. He sits on a high pedestal expecting everything he wants—like it should be given to him on a gold plate, yet he does absolutely nothing to earn it. His moody attitude infuriated you.
He walked with his arms crossed, eyes darting towards the floor, avoiding yours. George always thought you were to optimistic about everything. You couldn’t take anything seriously for a second—everything was a joke to you. You’d barely had anything to say to him unless is was a negative comment.
The peculiar thing about both of you was that you both hated losing. The urge to win would take over your entire being as if it was a force. Nothing and no one would get in the way of that, even if it costed your life.
“If you were actually helping me, i’m sure we wouldn’t be in this predicament smartass. You know what, you hold the map for now. Let’s see you get to the base idiot!”
You looked at George in his dark chocolate eyes. If you looked hard enough, you could see your own reflection from how possibly dark they were. You couldn’t lie, George was an attractive man. His pink lips curved naturally and his cheeks similar to model. Though, his attractiveness couldn’t make up for his shitty personality nonetheless.
"fine!” He shouted, angrily looking back at you. He continued “If I find the base before you… you need to do something for me!” You were confused but you didn’t question this heated feeling in the pit of your stomach and accepted his challenge.
val- if i lose interest in a fic I stop writing it midway. Just wanting some opinions ig <3!
#18+ minors dni#dsmp smut#georgenotfound x reader smut#georgenotfound#dsmp#should i finish it?#<3#you probably won’t get this tonight
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Should I finish it? (Btw I always seen guiding light as like a girl or smth)
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and four became a group of five
"Leo-kun, what's that behind you?" Izumi demanded, getting angrier. The other two spied from behind their shared room's door, not hiding their curiosity and amusement at him getting chewed out.
"Listen to me, Sena. Don't be mad okay?" said Leo.
"Why don't you tell me what you did first so I can decide if I want to be mad at you."
"Okay, listen. This was entirely an accident, and I promise you that whatever comes after is just a misunderstanding."
Izumi narrowed his eyes, lunging forward and grabbed hold of the fabric.
Leo yelped. He tugged the bundle, trying to keep it away from his friend but was eventually unsuccessful when Izumi uncovered what he was hiding.
Red hair was revealed, followed by two bright violet eyes peeking up at them. Slowly, the kid left Leo's side to stand before the other three in the room: Arashi and Ritsu having come closer but still lingering behind Izumi.
"Is that a fucking child?" Izumi growled.
"Not just any child, Secchan. Tsukippi kidnapped the prince." Ritsu drawled from over Izumi's shoulder, sounding awed and dismayed.
"THE WHAT?!"
Izumi has his head buried in his arms, ignoring the desperate pleas of Leo by his side, trying to get the silver-haired man to talk to him. He's been like that ever since his outburst– after scolding Leo for almost half an hour, he seemed to have come to a revelation on his own and promptly shut up. Leaving him listless and unresponsive to any of their attempts to ease him out of his self-imposed silence.
Arashi chewed nervously on her bottom lip, a habit that she's annoyed at but it happens so often whenever Leo lands himself in trouble. The child was with Ritsu in Izumi's room, having been sent up there before their silver-haired friend nagged Leo.
She's antsy to check up on them herself, but past experience alone proved that Leo and Izumi were not to be left to themselves lest their little ragtag group falls apart.
And Izumi leaves for real. Which in turn would leave Leo all mopey.
It was all so inconvenient.
#Knights#wys' drabble#Izumi Sena#Arashi Narukami#Leo Tsukinaga#Ritsu Sakuma#Tsukasa Suou#knights are just a random group of people who accidentally kidnapped prince tsukasa and end up being his unofficial caretakers#should i finish it?
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