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magiaseams · 3 months
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Disassembly Drone Uzi dress WIP
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just-qonika · 26 days
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Anny Mation, the new DDLC girl
Anny Mation official design (stick figure and all)
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my contribution to society <3
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falafel-plus-waffle · 4 months
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I have a new obsession
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Bridget from Guilty Gear!!!
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ladyblackbirdart · 1 month
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“Okey-Dokey!”
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I had a vision of making some kind of worn/battered flyer with Lucy on it and I’m pretty proud of the textures I was able to achieve!!
My art has been really boring for me lately (too rendered looking etc) so it feels really rewarding to make something that’s a little different :3
I’ve played (but not beaten) most of the Fallout games and honestly I loved the show. It was pretty dang good! 👍🏻 ☢️
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erwinsvow · 25 days
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you write rafe so good and like you get me like sometimes i’m reading and i’m like “how’d they know😦” so HEAR ME OUT lifeguard!reader (bc i’m a lifeguard at a few country clubs) and i think rafe would be drooling and kelce and top would make fun of him and they’d like break all the rules like back flipping off the diving board just to get readers attention
oh my god first of all i completely adore you!! im so glad yess we must be little brain twins <3 i would love to know which parts made you think that! but here is the best i could come up with for a lifeguard au which is soooo cute but imagine.. its a pogue reader...
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rafe knows every pretty girl who frequents the country club, he's made a point of making sure he does. so a fresh face in the crowd stands out pretty easily, especially one like yours.
you're pretty without trying, hair tugged behind you in a ponytail and a simple red one piece, the bottoms covered with denim shorts. it's not the usual kind of outfit for the club, but maybe you're headed out by the pool or something.
he can only see you from the back, though when you turn around, he sees the white cross on the front of your swimsuit. then he sees the boy in matching red trunks next to you, the whistle around your necks and a little first-aid box in your hands. a hot life guard, it doesn't get much more stereotypical than that.
you look around the club, following the boy who can only be giving you a tour of the facilty, with curious eyes like you've never been here before. it's only then a comment from top snaps him into a frankly startling realization.
"can't believe they hire pogues for this shit. wouldn't be surprised if shit started going missing by the pool deck."
rafe thinks normally he'd throw another line in, laugh at what top's saying, but he can't find it in him today. so he keeps watching, the sweet way you smile at a little girl who stopped you to ask for a bandaid, the way you nod while taking in something else in your training.
"alright. you've been staring at that pogue girl for twenty minutes. what gives?" kelce asks finally, after rafe ignores what they've been saying to him for the third time.
"huh?" he snaps back, tearing eyes away from you to look at his idiot friends.
"don't tell me you got hots for the lifeguard. what're you, thirteen?" they laugh, but rafe doesn't.
"shut up." he stands, downing the rest of his drink. "m'goin' to the pool. you loser can come and shut up or stay here and yap."
when he finally gets out there, you've shed the shorts, looking over the kiddie section of the pool with a watchful eye, taking the responsibility of watching brats seriously. he doesn't hesitate, jumping into the deep end with a huge splash, one that gets your attention.
you walk over, making sure whoever that was didn't just fall in, when two boys yell over.
"hey! lifeguard! our friend needs help!" you turn to look back at the boy who's been training you, wondering if you should dive in or wait since you're still in training, when you hear them again.
"not him! you! in the red. hurry!" you don't hesitate, though you're confused, jumping straight in and swimming over to the boy. he doesn't look like he needs help, in fact, he looks like he's floating.
"um, excuse me-" that's all you get out when you get close to him, because he scoops you up like he's rescuing you, carrying you out of the pool like a bride. you kick your feet, yelling out. "hey! put me down! you're not even drowning!"
he sets you down, and you wipe your face, staring up at pretty blue eyes and an arrogant face, once you recognize, one that your best friends hate.
"oh. you. i should have known."
"me? yeah, heard about me, have you? only good things, i hope."
"yeah, no. what the fuck was all that? i thought you were drowning."
"yeah, i was. thanks for the help." confused, soaking wet, and not appreciating his two little sidekicks snickering behind you, you try to get away, when rafe follows.
"so, uh, how long you been working here?"
"it's my first day."
"yeah, i thought so. i never forget a pretty face, so-"
"are you serious?"
"dead serious. and yours is definitely pretty."
"rafe," you say, leaning in closer so he can hear you clearly. "stop hitting on me. i have to work. some of us actually have to work."
"know my name already, huh? what else have you heard-" you roll your eyes, he laughs.
"i heard you're a good swimmer," you say, taking another step closer.
"yeah. from who?"
"i don't know. i'm about to find out." with one hand, you push his chest, and he falls backwards into the pool, the water splashing around your feet. you laugh, watching him bob in the pool, his friends laughing too. "good talk. hope we never speak again."
rafe gets out of the pool, pushing his wet hair back. he calls out after you.
"yeah we'll see about that."
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koolaidashley · 5 months
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Drops turtlesona two years after its cool
I’m noticing I didn’t finish writing the E ???? I’m so exhausted lmaooo
Her name is Eros
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gingerjolover · 7 months
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Ariana! What are you doing here? - Julien Baker x fem!reader
Synopsis: soft!gf is doing jb's makeup on halloween and she just can't sit still (hc, soft!gf is pete 😭)
G's notes: okay like always, a bunch of requests combined! also had to throw in some switch!julien for y'all, she's a natl treasure
wc: somewhere around 1k (probs like 980)
warnings: RPF, makeup!julien, ariana grande!julien, subby!julien, soft!gf as pete, smutty-ish talk, no fundamental physical descriptors?
"You're going to poke my fucking eye out, princess," Julien grumbles, moving her head away quickly, her lips in an annoyed frown.
"Are you this difficult for the makeup artists working on photoshoots, or just for me?" you reply sassily, two fingers under Julien's chin, lifting her head up.
"Don't be a baby JB," Lucy says through the phone. Julien stares at the phone on the bathroom counter to her left, glaring at it as if Lucy could see her expression.
"Are you guys almost ready? We'll be there in like 10," Phoebe's voice carries through the phone.
"If Jay stops wiggling and actually lets me do their wings, we'll be ready by the time you get here," you grumble, causing Julien to pout.
"You're going to poke my eye out!"
"Baby, I do this all the time; I'm not gonna poke your eye out," you say, exasperated.
"We'll be there in 10, and then we'll pin her down," Lucy teases, Julien shaking her head quickly.
"No you will do no such thing, I'll-I'll stay still, I swear," Julien promises, staring straight at you, eyes softening when she makes direct eye contact. You smile softly, index finger and thumb gripping her chin as you pull her into a kiss; it's a small kiss but one you've put all of your gratefulness and adoration into. Julien feels it as you pull away; she knows how badly you want to make this costume work. Originally, she was stoked...when she thought she was going to be Pete... but the way your eyes looked up at her, smile so big when you had a plan where she was Ariana, how could she say no?
You're staring at her, a crooked smile on your face when you see her lost in thought. "I'm being still baby, just...get it over with, quickly," she grumbles again. You giggle loudly, holding her cheeks and jaw, very carefully (and expertly), drawing cute little wings on her eyes.
"Julien's being quiet which either means baby's killed her or she's finally sitting still," Phoebe snickers along with Lucy.
"Shut up, I can't move," Julien grits out, impossibly still.
Lucy and Phoebe laugh loudly on the other line, your giggles soft but matching theirs. "Don't laugh when you have that shit near my eye," Julien exclaims as you step back, looking at her face. Seeing Julien with makeup always throws you through a loop. "You look pretty," you murmur, Julien's face flushing instantly.
"Blegh," Phoebe gags over the phone.
"Shut up," Julien nags.
You grab the comb to start fixing her baby hairs, Julien's hair already fitted with extensions and a ponytail, a massive sweatshirt on her body. It's like she forgot the previous conversation because she can't stop squirming.
"Julien, sit still!" "My hair feels like 8,000 pounds, babe, my fucking neck hurts!"
"Listening to this is tortuous, you know?" Lucy comments, tone even, you giggle imagining her and Phoebe's deadpan faces.
"How did you guys get on with your costumes? Luce did you find some heels?" you ask, giving Julien a look, asking Lucy to speak almost as a distraction while you hold your girlfriend's head.
Lucy starts to talk about her journey to finding specific parts of her costume, Phoebe interjecting a few times. Julien squirms when you gel down her baby hairs.
You grab her chin, giving her a stern look, leaning into her ear. "Stop moving or you can forget about fucking me tonight, let me finish this," you sneer, voice unusually dominant. You pull back, Julien's eyes are wide, mouth parted open. You look at her with mocking wide eyes, a quick shake of your head as if to say "are we clear?".
"Yes, ma'am," Julien murmurs, both of your voices quiet enough not to be heard on the other line.
"Well, I'm glad you found them thrifting Luce. I feel like you got really lucky," you say sweetly, your voice returning to its soft tone. Julien feels like she has whiplash, her entire body heating up. First, how did you even hear what Lucy was saying? And second, why did you threatening her make her sweat? She clenches her thighs together, keeping her body as stiff as a board until you spray her hair with hairspray and clip in some barrettes.
"Okay, we are like 5 minutes away, so we'll see you?" Lucy asks.
"I'm coming in to use the bathroom," Phoebe says quickly.
"No problem, doors unlocked, see y'all soon," you say sweetly before hanging up, leaving Julien sitting on the bathroom counter as you go to grab her heeled boots.
Julien sits there stunned, watching you in the track pants and big t-shirt, hair up, big flannel swallowing your body. You come back, kneeling down in front of her, unzipping the heel.
"What?" you ask, eyes looking up at her. She can feel her insides stir, hating that all you have to do is look up at her for her briefs to be soaked.
"Nothing, I'm being still," Julien says cautiously, pausing between each word as if she's never spoken before. The threat of not ending the night between your thighs enough to keep her still and quiet.
You scoff softly, shaking your head as you get her feet into the boots. You hold out your hands, helping her hop down, letting her get used to standing taller. You start to clean up behind her, her hands in the sleeves of the sweatshirt.
"I was really still there, at the end...I-I did really good," she says, almost like she's trying to convince the both of you.
"Oh, you were being good? Is that what being good is?" you say, throwing words she's said to you before back at her. Her eyes widen again, almost comically, jaw dropping softly.
You turn around, giggling, your usually dominant girlfriend absolutely dumbfounded. "Your makeup looks pretty," you murmur, kissing her lips softly. She eagerly presses herself against you, chasing your lips. You laugh as you pull away, wiping her lips with your thumb. "Maybe if you're good tonight, I'll ruin it later."
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loki-ioki · 2 months
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Finally got around to finishing my Sada and Turo horses.
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shapeshiftinggirl · 9 months
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Shrimpina errr… I mean Jennifer from Smiling Friends! ☕️
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dadralt · 9 months
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Yen's a bit of a politician when she goes back to Aretuza. And of course, she has to stand out. So we tried to kind of design a dress that would stand out. And it's got beautiful material that in certain lights it reflects the color of her eyes.
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bubbl3gumb1tchstuff · 3 months
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i'm so glad 68 plus counting agreed with me last post <3
because you'll never guess what i just made
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i forgot to draw kickinchicken's cutie mark by his name </3
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hibbablobble · 3 months
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I drew mew mew on my math
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casually-salad · 27 days
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its getting colder each passing day... with mr cake sick and the power gone pinkie is trying to stay optimistic. in reality though her relation to her element of harmony is fading more and more by the hour. they dont even know whats going on in their home town.
(( also i forgot to draw on mrs cake's pattern in one image just ignore that, also text transcript is in image id! ))
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novae-viking · 11 months
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Okay so we all agree flurry heart would have been a better villain than opaline, right?
Imagine this: ever since you were born you have been loved. Your parents love you, and you love them. The citizens love you, and you love them. The *whole empire* loves you, and you love it as much. And its your duty, your destiny, to become the Empress.
But something *bad* happens.
You wake up 10.000 years later, in the now underground ruins of your beloved home. You are alone, you are confused. You find a crown, the crown your mother wore, you move to wear it.
You stop.
'Not yet' , you think to yourself.
'I dont deserve it yet' . You need power.
After all, what is an empress without the power to protect?
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missninapea · 3 months
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Here's a reedit of Charlie with the og💛❤️✨
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