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*drops files down onto table*
AND I GOT A LOT OF NEW F/OS FOR YA’LL TO FLUSTER ME WITH!!
DO I HAVE TAGS FOR THEM YET? NO, BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT, THE POINT IS, I EXIST!!
Okay but listen to me-
by this post
[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you
You guys will not believe who came through my shop
Thank you to the best fans in the universe! Marvel Studios’ “Avengers: Infinity War” Trailer TOMORROW.
you guys wanna go to basrar’s?
Try and rip ridiculously long character lineups from my cold dead hands, I dare you.
Here is a sketchy lineup of the miraculous side characters! Yes I have oc-ified Kagami. Also my Nathan is an insufferable pretentious artist type, thinks he needs to be a "tortured artist" to make good art which just ends up making him a complainer lol
I also changed Max's entire style because I am not drawing that monstrosity, he's supposed to be like an 80's nerd stereotype so I wanted to keep the 80's influence but just make it a lil better looking
Finding different poses for everyone was a doozy lmao but Alix's ended up being my favorite xx
ABSOLUTELY ✨✨✨✨
I-I don't even have the words, this is beyond epic yo! ✨:3
Hey peeps, go check em out! They've got amazing content ✨ @lordtraco-fanfics ✨
Teeny tiny ficlet based on this by @panklocalbard
(tw unreality? It gets glitchy)
Emmet
His name was Emmet.
In a thousand realities his name was Emmet.
Alone
He was alone.
In two thousand realities he was alone.
The weight piled on as light streamed in harshly from above him, fracturing into so many colors by the time it reached him. So too did he fracture in the weight of the memories that flooded in.
Desperation after desperation, a million voices all his own were crying out for an answer, a solution. Some shared memories. Wormholes, pokemon, tears in the fabric of reality. Most, like him, had nothing to offer.
Ingo was gone.
That truth was the only unifying factor as the fracturing continued. He was Emmet, had been Emmet, what was he now? Who were they now? A million cries at once, a million colors painting the floor in meaningless shapes.
Ingo was gone.
Their body broke down in the chair, hands clenched together against their forehead as the sob ripped through in a thousand horrendous echoes.
Reality couldn't hold the magnitude, it broke as well. Glitched. Colors desaturated, leaving merely red white and black.
He felt in motion even while still, duplicated yet detached, destroyed yet not dead. Colors, memories, feelings not his own were banished. The game righted itself.
What game?
He was Emmet.
He was alone.
He would find I̶̧̛̮̖̣̠̪̲͙̝̬͍͉̪͚͓̻̤̙̞̙͈͙̩̭̤̤̐̍̾̅̒̓̇̄̓͗̎̇̈́̽̈̽̑̾͌̈́̈́̕̕͜͝͝͠ń̷̢͚̰̝̠̣̭̻̖͍͉͔̹͚͍̬̻̲͓͉͚̪͚̫̫̰̯̔̀̑͑̽̌̂͋̀͂̀̓̄̑̏̔͋̍̈́͆̋͐̔̐͊͘̚̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅģ̸͕̠̭̣̪̬̮͕̠͈͍͈͉̙͔̮̻̪̗͎̱̟̩͕͇̬͉͖̪̹͉̠̰̟͈̃̀͌̉̿͆̇̍̈́̀͂̽̈́̑͋͐̅̏̈́͋́͋͌̆͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̧̡̢̛̠͖̞̣̼͈̲̝̮̙͓̫̰̘̰̲̠̳̟̦̰̹̣̜͓͚̹̤̒͊́̈́̒͛͊̂̈́̊̈́͑̓̂̋͋̆͛̓̿͐͛̈́̄̌̀̂͗̈́̓̕͜͜͝͠
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY SILLiES MY CUTIES AAAA
I haven't drew these guys in a WHILE, why not :]
@vladacatfire
Y'AAAAALLLL!!!! THE KAVEH HANGOUT WTFF😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM I LOVE THEM I- I-- WAAAAAHHHHH THE HELL KAVEEEEH WHYYY BAKIT KA NMN GANYAN HYV MASAKIT SA PUSO BAHSHASHAHSHA😆😭😭😭
Screaming crying throwing up my brainrot about these two is so bad
rex thoughts i just had to get out of my head. gn! reader. kinda suggestive.
rex sloan who's awfully romantic.
rex sloan who can't keep his hands off of you — his hands are calloused yet his touch is gentle but firm, slipping underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, his lips against yours are insatiable.
biting down on your bottom lip, he breathes heavily at the small sound you let out at the action, his grip on your waist tightening as he lays you down on the bed, his hold on you not faltering in the slightest — his lip don't leave yours, as if the mere action of pulling away is going to hurt him.
and when he slips his tongue in your mouth, you're done for. you can taste the wine you two had shared earlier, that he had so proudly announced to you — he had stolen from immortal.
he presses his body against yours, his hands roaming up and down your body, not leaving a single inch untouched.
rex sloan who slowly trails kisses down your neck, he takes his time. each kiss leaving you burning up with a desire only he can fulfill.
your head is fuzzy and you barely register him tenderly brushing your hair away from your covered eye, tucking the strands behind your ear after pressing a kiss to them, the action almost reverent.
you send him a slightly surprised look, the difference between his earlier desperate, needy actions and this sweet tender gesture is definitely not good for your heart.
"what?" he tries to sound cocky and confident like his usual self but you don't miss the slight quiver in his voice.
rex sloan who gently cups your jaw in his warm hand, eyes sparkling with something you've never seen before, the intensity of his gaze burns your skin and leaves behind a flush, matching his own.
"wanna see both your eyes, pretty." he whispers, looking right into your eyes.
he flashes you his signature charming grin, although you can't help but notice how his eyes are filled with a certain fondness — a sincerity that makes your chest tighten.
rex sloan who, for the first time in his life, is ready to strip away all the walls he built to protect himself and is ready to bare his heart and soul to you.
rex sloan who's scared shitless, he's never been this open — he's never done this before, but he trusts you.
rex sloan who decides to give you his heart because you trust him — trust he's changed, that he's trying his best.
rex sloan who will never forgive himself if he disappoints you.
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Pt 1- polished version of kakashis pov to I can’t fix you. ILL MAKE OBITOS SOON I PROMISE
14 years of being a Zelda fan and all thanks to newfound horniness over Megatron, i am finally Actually down bad for Ganondorf
(If this post shows up in TF tags i want to apologize i has already wrote them all out without censoring the names. I do post TF art btw check it out--
I love them. Very much 🥹
Spy what have you done..
Ha ha what if he did the thing he did with the fine cashmere when he met Stede. Hehe hoho
Look at the Stede figure here....
grime is not there at first
Which like things get dirty? Blackbeard has charcoal all over him and he grabbed the figures so they got charcoal on them, right. RIGHT?
The same grime is not there on Ed's figurine. Ed's figurine only has his intentional painting. Not the seeming accidental smudging we see with Stede's.
i am losing it and i am taking you all with me