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system things is mid homework realizing i'm not an academic alter
and i don't want to do this anymore
#dissociative system#plural system#system#system stuff#system things#plural#traumagenic system#system memes#alters#actually traumagenic#🔭🪲#🔭?????#front is a total guess rn#ummmm maybe#🔭🌲#i'll add that too#idk man
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Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)
Based on this
#anyways time to yap in the tags 😋☝️#but first ummmm lemme just tag some shit#how to train your dragon#httyd#httyd hiccup#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#toothless#httyd toothless#ok i think that its done#anyways this definitely happaned after the dragons left like just trust me bro 🙏🙏🙏🙏#omfg i wanted to make this with hijack as well cause lol. do you get it. they're long distance LOLOLOL#maybe i will make it who knows. is it weird to make the same art trend with different characters??#OH WAIT FORGOT ANOTHER TAG#hicctooth#is this the duo name for them#or is it called#hictooth#doesnt matter. what matters is that theyre literally the definition of platonic soulmates bro#like wtf i love them#sorry for making them look miserable i didnt meant for them to look lile that 😭😭😭😭#omg with that being said#BROOOOOO I AM NOT GONNA DRAW DRAGONS ANYMORE IM DONEEEEE HOW DO YOU DRAW DRAGONS 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏#anyways first attempt do you like it. SAY YES RIGHT NOW#if you read this much till the end you need to kiss me rn muah muah muah#also say i did a good job at making them look like cookies like#say it rn#okie bye byeeeeee#I FORGOT TO ADD HIS BRAID IM GONNA KMSSSSSS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#omg i failed
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im having a 1v1 with artblock rn and i think im winning
#gravity falls#fanart#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford x stanford#bill cipher#bill x fiddleford??? questionmark???#bill x fiddleford#maybe? ummmm#idk im just going crazy over ships#theres so many good ships between these guys#we need MORE FIDDLEFORD LOVE#ibispaint art#ibispaintx#scratches head#billford
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ummmm au idea where like. some vestige of hashirama remains in the forest of death bc of mokuton nonsense and awakens to the summons of another mokuton user like some tree version of when avatars talk to their past lives
#he is thoroughly unhelpful with knowing anything other than mokuton bc it's not actually hashi it's just like some memory of him#but he's nice and comforting and will skip rocks and maybe that's what anbu/root trauma kids want#can you feel the echos of my love for fgo? LMAO#hashirama senju#ummmm.....what do people tag yama#yamato tenzo#in my world it should be yamato senju#naruto#emporiart
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My September
yt link
#okay yea maybe i did forget to post this on here. maybe. maybeeeee perhaps#BUT ITS OKAY its here now#art#my art#animation#my animations#video#invader zim#nickelodeon#zim iz#dib membrane#zib iz#my september#i will never draw a happy zib SORRY! he is forever only in agony and despair. or loopy. like he looks like hes on something but he isnt#ummmm hes my favorite character to torture!! yaaayyy!!!#this animation is kinda lazy yea i know but i really love the colors in the first 2 scenes!! mainly zims#ALSO AAAAHHHH I FINALLY GOT THE PAPER FILTER TO WORK#if only i learned how to fix it on my abnormality dancing girl animation... :(#whatever though at least now i can use it properly#next animation will be a banger TRUST MEEEEEEE#itll take forever but itll be so so so worth it. i promise
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I think they need to dip me in acid or something I can't be allowed to continue like this
#hiiiiii ihnmaims fandom.............#amted#tedam#arte#im too embarrassed to tag this actually#ihnmaims#nsft maybe#ummm....ummmmm.....ummmm....
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Omega is scared of losing Terzo :(
also damn what a dramatic mood shift from my last post amiright?!
#my art#terzomega#terzo x omega#papa emeritus iii#omega ghoul#i have backlog of art again lol#this one is a week or two old#anyways oh youch ouchhh omigod omega having to deal with the loss of terzo ummmm noooo#maybe this is before....yknow....*slicing motion over neck*#and omega just feels a sense of dread that day
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Dr. Ratio? More like Dr. Rati-CROW, amirite? 😜
#I actually have legitimate reasons why I think he’d be a corvid of some kind and not an owl as expected#maybe I’ll go over them if anyone’s interested sometime ^^#roxirinart#hsr#roxirinhsr#dr ratio#hsr ratio#dr ratio fanart#honkai star rail fanart#dr. ratio#raticrow#ummmm yeah so now we have Aven-chee-rine and Rati-crow… next victim
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So how about them redesigns going around? I wanna try doing some... here's how I'd change up Charlie
#veearts#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel#hh fanart#fan art#hazbin art#hazbin charlie#charlie magne#redesign#ummmm I dunno what to say LOL#i wanna try doing the whole main line up but we'll see...#my goal isn't to change them much but work w their official inspos#or at least keep their essence#i really liked how this turned out#peep the faux goat ears and tail#those were maybe my fav additions#i plan to do her full demon form too
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Wasn’t gonna post this because it’s only semi-UT related, but. I really wanted to lmaooo— here’s my faeu self insert (post-turned-fae!)
Faeu is by @/antlered-prince
#myart#self insert#self indulgence time#the wings were super fun to draw#anyways ignore the doodles alsjjsjsjs#I didnt realize I was going to post this when I drew it and I’m too lazy to edit them out#anyways ummmm can we talk about faeu dream?#maybe it’s because I’m going through a major Dream phase rn but I adore him#he’s so nice but so intimidating OUGH#And a liar to boot…the only one#I want to go in his brain (or the equivalent) and dig around in there until I understand exactly who he is#and then maybe smooch him and help him through a character arc hehehe#also I wanna squish his cheeks when he smiles have you seen his smile?? definit#ly suspicious but incredibly endearing all the same#I’m eating him as we speak#I adore all the other fae skeletons as well ofc!! again - dream is just on my mind atm#especially slightly evil/morally ambiguous dream#anyways I’ll be off! have a wonderful day/night if you see this and even if you don’t :)
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#maybe im listening to too much sabrina carpenter#but ummmm...#i might let u make me juno <3#skyrim#miraak#tes v skyrim#tes#tesblr
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shoutout to that one honakana ver that made me wanna redraw this scene
#it’s from blade runner I think? Idk I haven’t seen it yet#ummmm make up an au from this. Cause idk.#maybe I’ll rewrite one of my old aus soon cause I like this concept a lot#click for better quality#:<#project sekai#akito shinonome#kohane azusawa#akikoha#shinonome akito#vivid bad squad#azusawa kohane#lyn-ne’s art#akihane#vbs akito#vbs kohane#project sekai fanart#guys this took so long please reblog and stuff thank you
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i forgot tumblr is cool and i can upload my kinsona here without the fear of being called cringe
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working on my own little “the master doesn’t die and joins the doctor after lotl” au so here’s voyage of the damned outfits if i got to do the costume design [plus a couple silly bonus sketches under the cut]
#doctor who#the doctor#the tenth doctor#the 10th doctor#the master#simm master#tensimm#thoschei#time lords call it a draw#fanart#no id#the master has his bleached hair because ummmm i said so 👍#there is kind of a reason but it’s mostly just an excuse because i like it#[the doctor forced him to regenerate using his own regen energy but it went a bit weird#so he looks the same but with white hair]#[this does mean that after the whole metacrisis thing he technically won’t be able to regen again#but i’ll figure that out when i get to it in my rewritten timeline in my head]#btw astrid lives in this au. because i like her. she doesn’t end up travelling with the doctor though#maybe bannakaffalatta can live too and they go off together#they were really cute#also ik i draw the masters face different every time. i’m working on it
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hiiii throwing this wip away because I’ve read it too much and don’t like it anymore hehe
cw: sliiiiiiight somno dynamics, dubcon because he touches reader in their sleep, masturbation (reader), dirty thoughts, ID Leon in mind
Dusk has long since fallen and past by the time Leon steps through the threshold of his condo. He’s soaking wet from the pouring rain outside, and he can’t help but scoff at how he left a few weeks ago amid a storm. The climate of Washington was seemingly unrelenting in its persistence to stay sodden.
He shucks his leather off, hanging it up and ignoring how rain droplets start to drip and gather into a puddle on the floor beneath — he’d deal with that in the morning. He was too busy clicking his belt loose, popping the first few buttons of his shirt as he stalks through the apartment with one destination in mind.
Stood at the bedroom door within the next few moments, he finally has half a mind to toe his shoes off. You know, the same ones that just left tracks of water through the house. Again, something ‘morning Leon’ would deal with in a few hours time. He is, however, more worried about the curled up form tucked under the covers of his bed.
“My little bed warmer,” he can’t help but chuckle to himself, his lips tugging up in the most genuine way they have in probably weeks. Stepping further into your shared bedroom, he finally rids himself of his button down, slipping out of the sleeves and folding it over a nearby desk chair on his way to the bed.
He stands there for a minute, gazing down at you adoringly. In reality, this last mission was far from one of his longer ones. It was just a few presidential appearances down in Philadelphia, then an incident in Chinese waters that had tied him up this time. A few weeks at best. But it didn’t diminish how tired he was, having to up and stride right into one mission after the last on the flip of the Presidents dime.
Sometimes, he wonders how he does this; being dragged around by the government and plopped wherever in the country. He was sure his body had probably aged at least ten years in advance internally by now. But he’d worry about that later. Because suddenly, he’s soothing a rough palm over your shoulder, sliding his hand under the hem of his t-shirt you donned.
“Taking a walk around my closet again, huh?” He coos down at your sleeping form, talking more to himself than you. He knows you can’t hear him, that you probably don’t register his fleeting touch.
You’re warm, pliant under his worn, weary hands. He barely restrains the shudder of delight that courses through him, melting and relieving him of all the undue stress the past month or so had served him. The feeling of your skin was like a stress reliever in of itself, your body his favorite piece of art to get lost in.
God, he was glad he was home.
Dancing along the soft slope of your shoulder under the material of your sleep shirt, he slides the sleeve up, eager to get a glimpse of any more of your skin. The groan that leaves him is unintentional, unable to be held back as he thumbs circles into your pliant bicep. Sharp eyes flick up to your face, looking for any signs that you’re waking up. And sure enough, you’re laid just as peacefully as you were when he walked in, your breathing steady and soft.
Maybe that’s why he finds himself coaxing the duvet down your torso, off your chest. ‘Just…. A bit more couldn’t hurt’, he tells himself. He ‘just wants to see you, that’s all’, as he slides the duvet down to pool around your hips now.
Leon’s has never considered himself a needy man. Not by a long shot. He’s not needy, and he didn’t miss you. No, he’s just cold. That’s why he’s slipping his hand now up the hem of your shirt, flattening his hand against the warmth your soft stomach provides.
He sighs, heavy and long, exhaling the weeks long amount of bullshit he had worked through yet again. Between stiff collared meetings with officials, unpredictable debacles, and rounds of combat, his nerves were shot.
Yet, your skin is warm, soft, inviting all the same.
Every time he steps back through the threshold of the apartment you share, it doesn’t matter what he saw, what he had to go out and do that go around. Because he knows that’s you’ll be here, soft and warm and eager for him, like his own personal piece of heaven. He could count on you to welcome him back into your arms, to take the weight of his weary body and heart into your hands.
“I don’t deserve you sweetheart,” he whispers, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your temple.
One press of his lips turns into two, three, four. His kisses create a line down your jaw, smattering along your skin with affection.
With each connection his lips make with your skin, he finds himself lingering longer, his lashes fluttering shut, his brows knitting as he breathes you in. Unashamedly, he presses his nose into your cheek, under the hook of your jaw and inhales greedily, the scent of your shampoo and body wash you likely had only rubbed into yourself hours earlier making his cock swell in his pants.
Muttering a curse under his breath, his breath fans hot and shaking down your neck. Glancing up at your face for a moment, he concludes you’re likely in your deepest state of REM.
Somehow, that acknowledgment only goads the quickly growing coils of shame of himself, twisting and tightening in his gut. You were fast asleep, pretty as an angel beneath him, and here he was, breathing you in like some rabid dog. He was a grown ass man, for God’s sakes. And all it takes was a month away from you knocked his sense of shame, or lack thereof, on its ass?
His hand stops dead in its tracks when his fingers begin to glide along the swell of your chest, having started to graze just the underside. It had seemed his hand had a mind of its own while he was too busy scolding himself.
“Christ”, he mutters to himself, brows pinching, his eyes dilating as your (his) shirt slides tantalizingly further up your torso. He drinks in every inch, every centimeter of skin that is exposed under the dim lighting of the room like a man starved.
Delicately, gingerly, his fingers find your nipple under your shirt, coaxing it to stiffen under slow and deliberate swipes of his thumb across it. It’s only a moment later when it starts to harden, drawing a rumble of delight from deep within his chest.
“So eager even in your sleep, huh?” He murmurs, breathless in his attempt to diffuse the tension wringing his stomach taut. It helps him feel better, if even for just a moment, knowing your body accepts him even in its most vulnerable state. Except the loosening of that band within him stiffens and stabs him in the gut a moment later, shame in himself razor sharp and blunt as it sears him.
What was he doing? You were asleep, likely exhausted from the day you may of had. This wasn’t fair of him, touching you like this when you don’t even know he’s home.
He can only grimace when his body betrays him, his tongue dips out to wet his lips — subconscious, hungry. He was starved, having gone weeks without your, your body, your touch, your smell-
Another deep breath in, and he’s noticing something else. Notes of tanged, old sweat, maybe by a few hours hanging in the air, clinging to your skin. A tackiness to your nape, your hair curled ever so slightly at the base. He finds himself pausing, eyes flickering over your skin.
The slope of your breasts under your night shirt, the way it’s slid ever so slightly off your shoulder. Upon tugging the duvet further down, off your hips, down your thighs, it’s only then that he pieces everything together. Sure, maybe you chose his shirt to sleep in because you missed him, because his cologne and musk was weaved into the cotton after use. It was an easy excuse.
However, he knows that’s not the only reason.
Inner thighs sticky, shiny with the drying evidence of your desire, your toy still nestled between your plush skin, it’s all far too incriminating. Maybe his sweet baby was a bit more desperate for him than he realized. A bit more perverted than he ever cared to give you credit for, getting off in his clothes.
Briefly, he wonders how long you were at it, how good it was. It must’ve been good, he wanted it to be. Was today specifically tiring? Was your climax that good? Or was it a mix of both that had you passing out before you could get cleaned up. That’s usually his job, cleaning you up after a long session. Not that he minds, not in the slightest.
But… he’s here now, right? Sure, you’re asleep now… and maybe he didn’t get the pleasure of watching the show… but it’s still his job. It’s the least he can do after being away for so long.
Right?
#ummmm yeah jus spitting this out here#was really excited abt this one but liiiike#ew it’s sat in my google docs for like two months now#three maybe#next !#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy imagine#leon x reader#leon kennedy fanfic#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon smut#yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚#late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.
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SUNGHOON — CRIMINAL LOVE @ MCOUNTDOWN (230831)
#sunghoon#park sunghoon#enhypen#enhypenet#m#mgifs#flashing tw#ummmm... not sure how i feel abt the dimensions maybe i'll remake this as a 268px we'll see depending on if they upload a facecam#hoon
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