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danielle-peaches · 1 year

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Bang Chan oil painting on paper

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balkanparamo · 1 year

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Cherry trees at night by Katsushika Ōi, mid 19th century

#art #painting #katsushika hokusai #katsushika oi #japanese art #japan

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ineluiza · 2 months

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Kimiko (The Boys)

#digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #kimiko the boys #kimiko miyashiro #the boys #oi #the boys fanart

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xxthemilkyzwayzxx · 4 months

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Rawr!!!!!!

#dog man #petey the cat #lil petey #rawr x3 #murder drones #i will not regret this #murder drones n #hurayyy #help #sketch #idk what else to tag #ibispaint art #made in ibis paint #ibispaintx #ibispaintdrawing #oi #petey

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horseshoemybeloved · 11 months

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Tee hee suitehearts sketch

#horseshoe chest hair AWOOOGA BOI OI ING WEE WOO WEE WOO #this is a redo of a painting I did in 2020 #last time I was trying to make it look exactly like jjba style in part 6 #but this time I’m kinda just doing it more inspired by the jjba style #like I’m adding a lot of organic shapes ig? when arakis style is more angular #also his style has more like line art shading where as mine is gonna have simpler lines lol #I HATE lineart #americas suitehearts #horseshoe #dr benzedrine

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vamprisms · 9 months

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you know what. i'll say it. he's bugs bunny coded

#oi guv i promise this is a real door and not one i painted on the wall (loonytunes scream followed by a hole in the shape of homelander)#my followers who dont watch the boys: you dont have to say it #my followers who DO watch the boys: you don't have to say it

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tabletoplife · 8 months

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Our wizards mini painted and table ready

This was such a pain but I'm really happy with the end result! Another one from McGavinMinatures linked below!

Code Midge20 for 20% off!

#dnd #dnd 5e #minatures #contrast paint #painted miniatures #mini painting #wizards #magic man #fire is hard #eyes are hard #send help #my poor detail brush #that gold oys never coming out #pathfinder

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brettccs · 2 months

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#oi #digital painting

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chaqueton · 9 months

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#diy #punk #oi!#art #painting

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sourkitsch · 1 year

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I used to want to go into illustration and my moms an illustrator and I LOVE historical illustration and draw a lot of inspiration from various forms of it but. Goddamn illustration majors are so fucking stupid

#this is Mean mean I’m aware #but if I have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to talk about bad art where people who can’t draw tell other people who can’t draw #how they like what they did and offer advice that honestly & truly makes no sense if you know about light and color and form #and also just say they like whatever the hell im doing but truly cannot say an intelligent word about it .#oi gevalt #not to be like ‘painting majors as a whole are smarter. They’re not. but like. I feel like it’s different personalities.#like in my more fine art classes people generally don’t talk out of their ass just to hear themselves speak

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inquisitoradaar · 2 years

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btw im now cursed bc i have to think hard whenever someone says 'michelangelo' to try and tell if theyre referring to the renaissance painter, the ninja turtle, or me

#u know that post talking abt michelangelos paintings and ya/oi or whatever. yeah

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chaosandmarigolds · 2 months

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Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

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aesadraws · 6 months

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I finally have a computer that can run Cyberpunk 2077 so now begins the hunt for a mod to give my V the braids she deserves.

So far I haven't quite found anything on Nexus...

#aesa rambles #i wouldn't even need it to be the right length just as long as its a head full of braids i'll take it #if i knew even a scrap about how modeling hair like that works I'd boot up maya and get to work but oi #also i dread painting weights or however the game adds physics

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scoutsystem · 8 months

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yeah i missed day 4 i was eepy :3

(Ashton (She/He/It) Erin (He/She/Neos+) Robin (Changes) Hugh (He/They)) [IMAGE ID: image 1: Ashton is pulling Erin forward. Ashton has red hair, red horns, and a red devil tail. She has tanned skin and freckles. Hes wearing a blank tank top and gray shorts. It has an excited expression. Erin has blonde hair, a halo, and white wings. He has pale skin with freckles. She has a green and white button up and a cloud patterned skirt. He has light blue nails. She has a worried expression. image 2: Robin (Robin Newman fictive) sits at a desk with a crude drawing of a wolf on it. They are holding a drawing tablet, while shouting "It's called a FURSONA and its ART" at Hugh (Hugh O'Connor fictive) who is standing at their side asking "What the hell are you drawing?" END ID]

#i made day 5 in ms paint. pretty fun actually :)#its nice not to have to worry abt art tbh #i think i just need to relax for cringetober tbh. im just here to have fun #i might miss out on day 7 and 8 in a timely manner. maybe 9. ill prolly be busy this weekend.#might miss out on tomorrow too depending on whats going on #noelle #ashton #erin #robin #hugh #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #cringetober day 4 #cringetober day 5 #system stuff #system art #osdd #OI ALMOST FORGOT ID

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bi-writes · 25 days

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mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

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ellecdc · 3 months

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hi gorgeous!! I love your writings so much :)

I was wondering if u could request a poly!marauders x fem!reader who just loves baking so much and keeps leaving the boys little treats around the house depending on what each boy likes and they’re just so lovestruck for her, just like lots of fluff and them being the lover boys they are

thank you so much <3

this is so sweet! thanks for requesting, I hope you love it!! 💖

poly!marauders x fem!reader who loves to bake

James walked in to the flat and was immediately bombarded with the smell of freshly baked goods. One would think after three weeks of you living with them that he would have grown accustomed to it, but the expression on his face grew into what he could only imagine was pure, unadulterated bliss at the welcoming aroma that he could only describe as distinctly you.

He’d hardly gotten his shoes off and hung his jacket before Pads was yanking him past the kitchen and into the living room.

“Sshh! Don’t interrupt, just watch.” Sirius stressed and he forced James to kneel on the sofa facing the window into the kitchen. James had half a mind of squawking at him but couldn’t deny the beautiful picture this painted.

“He’s been in there with her all day.” Sirius offered as James watched Remus follow you around the kitchen as if the two of you had been charmed into magnets, and he was hopelessly drawn to you. Apparently, you were either unaware of his proximity or unfazed by it. James didn’t blame you at all, though; he often felt drunk in love when Remus was paying that much attention to him too. He also felt drunk in love when watching you do anything at all. He was sort of drunk in love having Sirius’ arm wrapped around his waist right now.

James was just always drunk in love.

“What could she possibly be making now? I’ve not even finished all the apple turnover’s she made for me!” James murmured, though his concern was belittled by the raging grin spreading across his face.

“I haven’t finished the ginger snaps she made for me either, but she’s making Rem chocolate croissants.” He stage-whispered.

“Oh my gods, that sounds heavenly.” James whispered back, watching Remus make heart eyes at you as you explained something to him; the poor sod wasn’t even paying attention to the instructions. James couldn’t blame him, however, when the instructor was as pretty as you. “Think he’ll share with us?”

“Fat chance.” Remus called from kitchen, apparently privy to the whispered conversation going on in the room next to him. You looked up surprised at Remus’ interjection, apparently not having heard the dialogue.

“What?” You asked innocently, though your brows furrowed in concern – you knew better when it came to these boys.

“Moony says he won’t share the croissants with us, dollface.” Sirius lamented, putting on his best kicked puppy impression. You seemed to melt a little bit at that, but Remus – the bastard – pressed up against you and shoved his nose in the crook of your neck, causing you to melt even more than Sirius could hope from such a distance.

“Oi – foul! Come on!” James cried at the unfair advantage Remus had.

“You boys still have your treats, don’t you?” You asked quietly, clearly more than a little embarrassed at how easily you were swayed by Remus loving-up on you. James almost felt bad about being petulant. Almost.

But not quite.

“Everything you make is so wonderful and filled with love though, angel.” He pouted. Remus groaned in exasperation, though he never bothered to peel himself off of your back.

“Fine. You sods can have some.”

James and Sirius both cheered from their spots on the couch as if they’d been watching football on the telly.

“We’re going to have to get those blood test thingies to watch our blood sugar, though.” Sirius commented.

“Worth it.” Remus and James said in unison.

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