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Herald of the Gods Outfit - Concept page from my comic @zelda-the-sacred-realm
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I wanted to show one of Link's original outfits, I can't say much about it but you will see it in the next chapter 😆
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bloodrediscream · 9 months
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Some human designs of the Reboot AU❤️‍🔥
Here they are!!! Part one!✨
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It’s not much of a difference lmao
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Wally was redrawn because his jaw was too feminine (no thing wrong with that) I just wanted to make his jawline a bit more bold but not too much! Similar to @partycoffin ‘s Human Wally design 💜
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almalvo · 7 months
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MATADOR | Miguel | Spiderverse
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Vivir. O muere.
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solelleart · 1 year
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This is Max! He's the character I'm playing in my dnd campaign, and he's a barbarian who doesn't want to hurt anyone and is learning his place in the world while he helps raising homeless children at his temple 🥺
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awkwardosthe3rd · 1 year
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trollsbroppy · 2 months
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The clip is from the Band Together extras - Fun in the Recording Booth. I don't think we've had those voicelines / interaction before between Poppy and Floyd and I wonder if this was originally Branch that was in the bottle. Like Poppy wanting to hit the perfect family harmony now and Floyd reassuring her
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cryptid-manor · 7 months
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WE MUST ADD TO OUR COLLECTION...
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lunaartgallery · 10 months
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Unholy Grail | Hellven
A funky lil doodled that ended up turning into a flow blown piece! Featuring, Lilith, Kim and Dante. ------------ ★ Follow or Support my | Patreon | ★ Tips welcomed on | Kofi |
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werewolfrizz · 1 month
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watching your werewolf boyfriend's eyes widen when any canine howls within earshot. watching him puff out his cheeks and hold his breath, practically vibrating with the need to do it back, only holding back because he knows full and well that you'll tease him to hell and back for it.
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saffron-rays · 1 year
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Clothing Concept Art for my World Building
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Inspired by Mayan, Palestinian, Cameroonian, Mongolian, and many other indigenous groups’ traditional dress :)
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bimbo-baggins86 · 1 month
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Anakin ‘Ghost’ Skywalker COD!Anakin au
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CW: 18+ MDNI!! Smut, some angst, Mentions of blood and needles, stitching, afab anatomy language, mentions of cum, p in v, no use of protection, petnames
A/N: I plan on expanding more in this au I just wanted to test my hand out in writing it first and see how people respond before committing to a full fic. Also lowkey proud of this idea..Feedback is welcomed. Don’t repost without my permission, reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy <3
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“Damn it, rookie! I instructed you to stay put and wait for orders!” Anakin scolds harshly as he drags you by the back of your tactical vest despite your protests.
“Yeah but if I did that,” You wince between words, keeping a hand pressed firmly against the wound on your left bicep, “I’d be trying to drag your ass out of there instead.”
His eyes narrow in response as he starts to undo the Velcro on your vest. “Thats not the point. You deliberately disobeyed directions from your commanding officer.”
You roll your eyes, feeling lighter with the weight of the vest off, taking a seat on the makeshift cot. Anakin pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. You let out a hiss of pain as his large hand wraps around your injured arm, pulling it closer to inspect. “Take your jacket off.” He orders you, unclipping his own vest.
You comply, undoing your tactical jacket and pulling it off, biting your lip as the fabric brushes against your injury. You miss the way his eyes drift down your form for the briefest second. With the material out of the way, he comes closer once more to examine your arm. “You got lucky. The bullet only grazed you,” He turns it over in his hand, “Needs stitches though.” He mumbles.
“Stitches?” You repeat back.
His blue eyes move up to your face, the only thing you’re ever able to see from under that damn balaclava he wears all the time. He nods his head, “Mhm. Stitches.”
He undoes one of his pockets and pulls out the field first aid kit. Before he goes to mend your wound, he first pulls out some antiseptic to clean it off. He lets out a grunt hearing the noise of discomfort you make. “You can take a bullet but draw the line at a little disinfectant.” He observes but there’s a small lilt of amusement behind it.
You roll your eyes, not dignifying it with a response. He plucks the needle out of the kit and threads it. His eyes catch your’s briefly, “Ready?” He asks.
With a confirming nod of your head, he feeds the needle into your flesh. You clench your teeth at the pull of your skin. “Maybe if you actually listened, this wouldn’t have happened.” He mutters.
“You keep acting like I wanted this to happen.”
“Seems like you did. If you had just followed orders-“
“Yeah I know I know, if I just followed your orders this wouldn’t have happened.” You finish the sentence for him.
He huffs, giving a little sharper tug on the thread instead of verbalizing a response right away.
“Hey!” You scold him but he ignores you completely, continuing to mend you up.
“You can’t keep running off, half cocked every mission. Your luck is going to run out one of these days and it’s not gonna be a bullet grazing your arm. It’s gonna be lodged in your skull, or you’re gonna step on a landmine and get yourself blown up.” He snaps at you.
“I can handle myself just fine.”
“Jesus Christ! It’s not about you being able to handle yourself if you’re so damn stubborn and ignorant to your own actions!” His reactions causes another sharp tug of the thread making you yelp.
“Okay god, sorry I wasn’t thinking-“
“Exactly you weren’t thinking. Because you never do. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”
Your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you look down at him still suturing your wound, not even sparing a glance up. He seems almost too focused as if he’s keeping himself from looking anywhere but at you in the moment. Where was this coming from?
A tense silence falls between you two as he finishes sewing the torn skin back together. He regrets snapping at you like that. It’s just that as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you’re one of the only people he finds himself caring for but god damn it you’re too stubborn for your own good. He ties off the thread and cuts the excess off.
“There.” He mumbles after placing a gauze pad on it, putting the supplies away while pushing the chair back away from you rather abruptly. It’s like he couldn’t get away fast enough. His chest was feeling oddly tight at the mere thought of losing you.
You stay quiet as you stand up and start to pull your jacket back on. You sneak a glance at him, wishing you could gauge exactly what he was feeling underneath that face covering.
“No more close calls,” He speaks up finally, his words stern, more so than usual. He points an accusatory finger at you, “You need to start at least acting like you care about the rest of the squad.”
Why won’t he let this go? “I DO care so drop it already, Jesus.” You respond exasperated. You attempt to step past him but his hand comes up and grips onto your non injured arm, stopping you.
“You don’t get it do you?”
Your face scrunches up in confusion, “What?” You try to pull your arm out of his hold but he doesn’t let you, instead tightening it. “Let go of me.”
He shakes his head and steps closer so your chests are almost touching. “No. You don’t get to just walk back out there acting like nothings wrong.”
“What the hell are you even talking about?”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes behind the mask. “So now you’re not just selfish, you’re clueless too?” God, he couldn’t even tell if he was more frustrated with himself or you at this point.
“Clueless?” You shake your head, “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now? I saved your life from a bullet out there and you’re insulting me? You should be thanking me!”
“Thanking you??” He raises his voice in disbelief, “I should be thanking the only person I care about for making a reckless decision that could have costed them their life???”
The words hit like a ton of bricks, you blink in response. He realizes too late what he’s said. He wishes he could take them back and shove them way down again but he can’t. He just gets to let them hang in the air like this. He releases his grip on your arm, hanging his head in thought, taking a step back.
You struggle to process his admission. He cared about you? He cared about you?? You start to shake your head, “I don’t understand.”
Anakin sighs and turns around to face you again. There’s no ignoring this now. He has to face it head on. He’s been shot, tortured, and held prisoner before but somehow this is the hardest thing he’s done. “I care about you, okay?” He huffs out, folding his arms across his chest.
“I…I didn’t know..” You say quietly, “why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because I didn’t want to. I…” He swallows thickly, “you make me weak.”
You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. He always seemed so stoic but here he was, doing his equivalent of confessing to you. You shake your head gently, “That doesn’t make you weak..it makes you human.”
He shakes his head, “No, it makes me weak. It makes me weak because the thought of losing you guts me. Because anytime we’re sent out together I already know that I’d lay my life down for you in an instant even if it jeopardizes everything.” You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, “And then I have to deal with you trying to be some god damn hero?? I won’t lose you that way. I’m supposed to protect you.”
Your face pulls into a slight scowl the more he rags on your decision. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I care about you? Or are you the clueless one now?”
It’s his turn to be taken back. You cared about him? “Don’t lie.”
You shake your head. “I’m not lying.” Why didn’t he believe you?
He steps closer again, closing the rest of the distance between you two. “Say it again then.” His voice comes out a low rumble.
“I care about you, Ghost.” Your voice is soft. So soft and it eases that tightness in his chest.
“Anakin.” He corrects you.
Your face softens when he shares his name. “I care about you, Anakin.”
Hearing his name come from your mouth stirs something inside of him and his breathing gets heavier. Tentatively he reaches a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, his eyes searching for any bit of hesitancy.
He leans his face a little closer, “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. When you make no move to pull away, he takes that as a green light.
He slips his mask up just over his mouth so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy. Feeling you return the kiss he deepens it by slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimper into his mouth, wrapping your good arm around his neck to pull him closer while you rest the hand of your injured one on his chest. His hands wrap around your waist backing you up against the wall so you’re pressed firmly between him and it.
His kisses become more desperate, needy. He dips his head down to trail his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. He feels his pants tightening when you moan. This isn’t where he wanted this to happen for the first time but he’d be stupid to pass it up. His hands let go of your waist to undo your jacket again, sliding it off your arms. He breaks the embrace to pull his own off. You try to steal a glance at the exposed lower half of his face but he angles his head in a way you can’t.
Anakin’s hands reach out and cup your face bringing you back to him, the kiss hungrier before. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He rasps.
If it weren’t for his hold on you, your knees would have buckled. His hands move down, the tips of his fingers dip under the hem of your compression shirt teasing the skin there before pulling it off over your head. His touch floods your body with warmth and you feel that ache between your legs growing stronger.
His lips find your’s again while skilled hands undo your pants. You feel so vulnerable and exposed to him like this, but you want this. So much. All the lingering stares made sense finally. You tug on his shirt, wordlessly telling him to take it off. He chuckles and leans back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes flick down and take in his built physique. The years of service is evident on his body, scars all over it. You subconsciously lick your lips.
“Like what you see, rookie?” There’s no mistaking the smugness in his tone.
Your cheeks flush instantly but you nod your head. A shit eating grin spreads across his face and you’re able to catch it but still wish to see his full face, to know fully what he looks like. The sound of his belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drop down to the noticeable outline of his erection in his black boxer briefs.
He wastes no time in reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, staring unashamedly at your bare breasts before palming both of them with his rough hands. “So perfect.” He praises you. A moan slips out of your lips as his callouses graze your pebbled nipples. He pinches the sensitive buds between his thumb and pointer finger and tugs on them enjoying how you squirm.
His hands drop down to move over the wet patch on your panties. “So wet for me..” He coos almost mockingly. He grips the back of your thighs, squeezing to signal you to hook them around his waist.
You keep your arms around his shoulders and jump up into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp as the action causes your covered clit to brush against his erection.
A hand drops down between your bodies, moving your panties to the side to give him access before he fists himself out of his underwear. He teases his tip through your folds, mixing both of your arousals together. You shiver at the feel, tightening your hold on his shoulders a little more.
He angles his hips up and eases himself into you, groaning as your velvety walls welcome him. You mewl, clawing at the cuffs of his shoulders as he stretches you out. “Shit..” He hisses.
A guttural moan is pulled from the back of his throat when he bottoms out. Your mouth hangs open, eyebrows knitted together tightly at the feeling of being so full. He wastes no time before he starts rocking his hips into yours, not starting slow. He’d been bottling these feelings up for so long he can’t wait anymore.
As he picks up his pace, the speed of his hips unrelenting as your back drags against the wall. Moans fall from your lips freely as he spears you on his thick cock. The angle causes the tip of his dick to kiss your cervix with each thrust. “..s-so full..” You whimper
“Yeah? Like being split open on my cock?” He grunts into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.
You nod your head rapidly back and forth, “Mhmmm..” You whine.
“Taking me so well...so good.” He praises you.
You claw at the flesh of his back, desperate to be closer somehow despite him being deep inside of you. You can hear the squelching of your fluids together with each thrust.
His movements start to grow sloppier as he gets closer. His left hand leaves your thigh for a moment to reach up and pull his mask off his face the rest of the way freeing his sweaty face before you. Despite the heaviness of your lids you fight them to open all the way to look at his face finally. Your mind made up countless ideas of what he could have looked like but none of them came close. Your walls squeeze down around him harder.
“Jesus..gonna make me cum baby..” He grits out, his hips slowing as your tight pussy makes it harder for him to move.
“Sorry..sorry..” You pant.
He chuckles and shakes his head, “Don’t mind the ego boost, sweetheart.” He speeds his movements back up and the coil in your stomach winds impossibly tight. Your hands rake through his hair now that you can touch it. He moans as you tug. “Want you to cum for me..think you can do that, rookie?”
Your head lolls against the wall, nodding in answer. A hand reaches up and grips your face forcing you to look at him. “Use your words.” He tuts.
“Y-yes…yes..’m gonna cum for you..”
He grins and snaps his hips harder into your sopping pussy. “C’mon…c’mon..” He pants into your ear.
The coil inside of you snaps and your walls clamp down tighter around him, your pussy gushing around his dick. You let out a wail as you unravel, nails digging deep into the meat of his back. He lets out a growl as he buries his cock deeper, hot white strings of sticky cum coating your walls. He bites down on your shoulder harder enough to leave a mark.
Breathing heavy, you both stay like that for a minute before he pulls out and lets you back to your feet, keeping you steady as your legs are shaky. You allow yourself to openly stare at his still exposed face, taking in everything the mask has ever hidden.
“Don’t get used to it.” His voice sounds and pulls you from your thoughts.
“What?” You ask.
He pulls his pants back up, buckling the belt, “This.” He states simply.
You start to shake your head. He really just let you in a little and fucked you and now he’s just dismissing you again? “But-“ Your words are cut off by him tossing you your clothes back.
“That’s an order rookie.” The words come out sounding laced with a kind of sadness and longing despite being said with a finality. That tightness in his chest comes back again seeing the expression on your face. He steps closer and his eyes rake over you for a moment before cupping the back of your head and pressing his lips to your forehead softly.
He steps back and pulls the mask on again, shielding his face once more from you before he’s putting the rest of his gear back on.
You’re left standing there processing every single thing that’s happened in the span of maybe an hour. He catches your eye again briefly. The guilt is easily noticeable in them, a silent ‘I’m sorry’ directed towards you.
With a sigh you dress in your uniform again, not looking at him again. Why would he let you in to shut you out again? He hates whatever this is making him feel even more than the yearning to tell you how he felt.
Once you’re both suited up again, you make your way towards the door. “Ready?” You ask, directing the question to him not even turning to look at him.
Anakin nods his head, feeling how different the air is between you two. Was it a mistake to tell you how he felt? Or was it a mistake closing himself off again? He watches as you open the door.
“Wait.” He tries to stop you, wanting to sort through the mess he made but you’re already making your way out. Shit. Now you’re closed off instead of him.
He realizes too late that he’s fucked up. All he can do is follow you out with a sigh and either accept this or figure out how to make things alright. You’re the only person he’s ever cared about and he fears he’s lost you for good.
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A/N: Should I do a part two? Also sorry this was so long and if it sucked. Xoxo <3
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bloodrediscream · 8 months
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Hey... I feel guilty for asking but I really am curious. Are you ever going to finish the Creator Wally AU? I understand that you're pretty devoted to Reboot and I, myself, am completely obsessed with Reboot, (I've made many a fanart and many a wallpaper collages) but Creator was the whole reason I even followed you in the first place! I just wanna know if his story will ever be completed or if he's on standby or if he's canceled...
Creator Wally’s story will be published but I can’t promise when exactly I think I’ll be drawing part 4 for his comic a bit later - sadly I do feel bad that his story was swept away compared to reboot Wally’s story and character. I do know a ton of you admire Creator Wally, I still plan on having his story but it’ll be some time before getting back to him.
Actually after this message is posted, I plan to take a break from welcome home content. I want to say that I noticed a ton of artist in this community has a ton of fans, but once something else is posted, there is a sudden change in algorithm or disinterest. I want to post more content of fandoms I’m in like-
TMNT! Or spider verse! Sonic, undertale, my little pony, Moomin, fnaf, some amazing anime I love, and of course original characters and much more🖤
but yes I will still post welcome home between those, but for now I’ll be taking a break. and if this sacrifices my following and likes, I don’t mind. Thank you for this question!💜💜💜
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kotarandomz · 2 months
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This is a Original Au I made of the SWAP VERSIONS OF GREASER AND FRESH‼️‼️‼️ it’s still in progress on full design and stuff since I’m getting excited to introduce more of them out :33 ( _kota_randomz_ on Instagram)
The original characters of Fresh and Greaser belong to CQ @loverofpiggies and @radsee
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sonicexelle-junkary · 10 months
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Hands are still to shakey to draw rn, so have a bunch of semi-old things that are unfinished or are just concepts
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ylieke · 9 months
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One of the fairy necromancers I've made some time ago. Each of them revives certain type of insect. This one is a mosquito sprite. Will be a real curse in summer, if it happens your garden.
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mintymossmuncher · 6 months
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my fair Lady 🐞
based on a wood and leather sculpture i made last year of uni
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