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🌸 Pink lady 1-2-3 🌸 Drawings I made while testing new watercolor papers. The results are not the best. These papers don't really let you wash together colors, which is weird for watercolor papers. They just suck all the water in and don't let you do anything with it :') I feel sorry for these ladies, they could have been much better...now I have a bunch of papers I don't know what to do with :I (the papers are btw: Clairefontaine Aquarelle Etival, Drasca Watercolour Pad, SM LT Art Start Pad)

Close ups under the cut-

[dont-look-up]

Squad 5's Shinji & Momo Combo Attack: "We did it!"

[braverytattoos]

🥺

[the-lavender-clown]

Datasha my beloved 💛

[yellow-rose-lady]

A quick line up of the main kids + dad being judgy 🤨

What do you think they’re judging?

[thtupidity]

I joked about how I would never read the manga because it was for nerds

Anyways i started pokespe what the fuck is his problem

I will always love you Surge, no matter how mean or evil they make you outside the games

[kaijukebox]

[kicks in door with flowers] okay so kim, who often thinks of himself as pretty jaded when it comes to romanticism, secretly likes getting flowers. I imagine flowers being such a luxury, difficult to grow and pointless to sell to the poor districts that have no use for such a thing. So when Harry stumbles in one day with a fist full of buttercups he uprooted from the lawn of some house in Grand Couron, gleefully showing off the darker orange ones (“they match your jacket!”), Kim immediately finds a mug to house the little flowers and places them where he can stare at them all day.

So, (not so) fun fact, I was not alerted to this message and I just happened upon it last night…please forgive me 🥺

YOU. I need you to know that you have a beautiful, brilliant mind, and I want to make a home in it and live there forever!!💕!!✨ This made my whole month, and I am declaring it as canon, no one can stop me…how SWEET! I had to draw something to go along the lines of this, I hope you don’t mind hrnghfhdfh

[avadmortain]

shit vanessa posts on her ig story not at ALL directed at bobby after they break up for the millionth time <3

[liamthemailman]

Kiss Kiss

[viaphni]

art dump from the Recently 💪

[xycuro-illuminati]

Willie Lincoln is the type of guy to show up and be like "Good morning everyone!" and the audience cheers and claps and goes wild because he's the best but we can't have that because Daredevil writers doesn't want Matt to have blind friends because what the FUCK HEY WHERE IS HE?? WHERE IS WILLIE I MISS HIM SO MUCH HE'S THEIR FRIEND!! HE'S FRIENDS WITH MATT AND FOGGY AND NOW HE'S JUST GONE?? WHERE IS HE!!!!!!!

[allalrightagain]

I’m all for supporting small businesses, but if you email me nine times between placing the order and it being delivered about joining your affiliate program as an influencer, all you’ve convinced me to do is unsubscribe and never buy from you again

[ask-lts]

Hahahah James is still in a princess outfit but laugh joined him (The both were totally not forced to do this.) And player don't question unless you want to be next, and Laugh is more taller because i- I meant He got to wear high heels.

“yknow, this is getting pretty good”

“no it’s not.”

“pfft- this shihihit is just too fuhuhucking funny- ihihi don’t know why yohohu think I wohohould question this!! heheheh!”

“it’s not funny though..”

“hehe.. it kinda is”

“…ugh”

[vikab]

orv brainrot so bad im listening to my favorite band again (cooled down in recent years) and thinking of actually animating to the songs

[liamthemailman]

Makarov x Ace

rubbing my little evil hands together @alypink

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ugh okay so i have so many ideas on how Ace could end up in the hands of the Ultranationalists and WOUGH,,

like im imagining the classic where just like for Shadow Company, where Graves visits Ace and pitches why Ace should join by offering what he lacks - a job, a purpose. but what else does Ace lack? Standards Support.

Makarov would show up somewhere along in Ace's life, corner him in an alley or be unwelcome company in some dimly lit bar. He would catch Ace where the man is at his lowest, the loneliest hours. I can imagine Makarov sowing the idea that Ace has nobody. Look at him, drinking alone without his former friend King.

You know who's there instead? Makarov, accompanying Ace in his lonesome retirement. Ace would be opposed to this, but the longer the night goes and the more time that passed with Makarov being more present than the people he had served with, he would be swayed.

Makarov was a friend, the man himself claimed. If he had truly wanted to hurt Ace, he would have already done so, right? That made sense to a tipsy Ace.

Ace would listen to Makarov's reasoning that he's all that Ace has, to trust him and ultimately join his cause. Ace had no reason to be held back by the memories of the people that never gave him the time of day.

However, Makarov would underestimate Ace's loyalty to his country and the people in it. Makarov was annoyed by the love Ace had for his former team despite their dismissive behaviour towards him. Unlike Grave's pitch of becoming a mercenary, it was harder for Makarov to sell the idea of being a traitor and a terrorist.

So Makarov would take matters into his own hands.

The dark cloth was pulled off of Ace's eyes. He winces at the bright light, having to blink away tears as his eyes adjusted to the surroundings. There was a chill in the room unlike any other, the howling of wind outside these four walls sending an uncomfortable chill through Ace. It was immediately clear to Ace that he wasn't in the same country he lost consciousness in.

"Ace Doe..." drawled a voice, raspy and ominous.

The former British lieutenant would hold his heavy head up at the sound of his name being called. He made eye contact with a familiar face, blue-green eyes emerging from the darkness.

Makarov would circle around Ace, watching the ex-military man regain his bearings. A swirl of emotions flowed through Ace as he watched the terrorist with wary eyes. He felt betrayed by his supposed new friend, foolish that he trusted someone again and stupid for falling into the clutches of a terrorist.

Ace's head buzzed with the start of a killer headache, thanks to the alcohol he drank and the chloroform Makarov supplied. Makarov would grab his attention again by standing before him. His body eclipsed the bright light, providing a sort of refuge for Ace's eyes despite his frame looming over him.

A halo formed around Makarov's head, or that was what it looked like to Ace when he looked up at the Russian, focusing his blurry gaze upwards. He scoffed when Makarov pointed out he was all alone here.

"They'll find me," Ace says confidently.

"Who, your former team?" Makarov mused to the man he was standing over. "Or Jack, who left you behind, never to be heard from again?"

Ace inhaled sharply at the comment. That accident wasn't what it looked like.

Makarov would only smile, knowing he hit a nerve. The Russian pulls Ace's chin up, running a finger along the scarred skin of his neck and reveling in the way Ace tensed under him. He instructs Ace to close his eyes.

Ace does as told, ultimately not having a choice in his situation. He cringed at the sensations that he felt along his neck. There was the feeling of a thick strap wrapping around Ace's neck, followed by the sound of a buckle. He opened his eyes just as Ace felt Makarov run a finger along the leather collar.

"Soon you'll see how much you really mean to them, собака."

Ace furrowed his brows, not understanding Makarov's last word before he watched the terrorist leave the room, subjecting Ace to isolation.

"Собака."

The former British lieutenant would hold his heavy head up at the sound of his name being called. At least that was what Ace thinks the word means.

Weeks had passed. Or was it months? Ace had no windows in his dingy room to tell the passage of time. His eyes landed on Makarov once again as the other man circled around him, like a shark would with an injured fish.

"My team.. They're gonna come and get me, then you'll be sorry."

Makarov let out a laugh at the ridiculous notion. It sounded like Ace was more so trying to convince himself.

"Why would they bother, собака? Your captain never even saw potential in you."

That hit Ace like a truck full of bricks.

"I'm the only one who does. I see in you the potential you have to be great. All you need is me as I believe in you. Forget your silly team. You belong to me now, собака."

There was a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. The words simmer in Ace's mind. There was some truth to Makarov's words, if not all.

Ace furrowed his brows as he watched the terrorist leave the room, subjecting Ace to isolation once again. He finally understood the meaning of that word.

"Собака."

The former British lieutenant would hold his heavy head up at the sound of his name being called.

Makarov circles Mad Dog, accessing the former British soldier. Predator to prey.

Ace, or rather Mad Dog, stood with his head held high, the silver buckle of his collar glistening in the dim light.

"You look good in uniform."

Makarov hums, running a hand over Mad Dog's sleeve where a Konni Group morale patch sat proudly.

"Хорошая собака."

[amatsuchan-eiliniel]

ROOOKKKKKKKKK 🏹💕

Rook sketch for the 3 fans of his out there. If he has no fans I'm dead