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mokeonn · 8 months
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Inspired by @punkitt-is-here 's Horsecomix :D
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ratbr1de · 2 months
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mane six WOHOO *faint clapping* *coughing* *explosions*
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quimser · 5 months
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trying a linocut-leaning style (best viewed on desktop, mobile crushes the quality massively)
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sandwichhour · 1 year
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redraw of this @ponymagnets post
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pastacrylic · 10 months
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reineydraws · 1 year
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under the red hood au where everything is the same except jason wears this crop top when he reveals his identity to bruce.
also here is a red version:
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nymdraws · 9 months
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pomys :]
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doortotomorrow · 7 months
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THIRD DOCTOR: his collection of dress jackets
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cotgar2 · 7 months
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The time of year where I listen to Burning Down the House for an hour straight
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creepincrawl · 7 months
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Happy anniversary to MLP:FiM! Take a Rainbow Dash!
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corruptimles · 1 year
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I keep reading MP100 as MLP00 and my brain hurts to think
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is this anything
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ellenent · 1 month
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Paper Dashing Thief Peach! ✨
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narsh-poptarts · 8 months
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When all of this is over, will you come to wake me up?
Do you promise?
... I'll be waiting.
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sysig · 3 months
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I think the world is so wonderful... (Patreon)
#My art#Handplates#UT#Papyrus#I have not been able to get this idea out of my head for like - days now lol#It's only solidified the more I read! Heck!!#I dunno if I was necessarily hoping that reading further would point me in another direction but no now this is one of his songs lol#I really like Rugrats Theory actually :) The song of course it's lovely but I even have some nostalgia for the creepypasta haha#Been a while since I read it tho so that's probably just the soft haze of memory talking lol#But the song is still great! I'm partial to the English cover but I like the original as well :)#There are just so many fun lyrics! Especially for Papyrus specifically#''Everything I've been told I believe and yet people that I love just leave'' Gasterrr#''I think I'm old enough to understand so there's no reason to hide from me'' Sanssssssss#Once I returned to the scene of Sans trying to lie to him I just fjdslahfd these lyrics would Not leave me alone lol#I'm also Extremely partial to the second verse surrounding blindness and willful ignorance - his vision problems literal and metaphorical!#I wasn't planning to start a Handplates playlist but I guess by this point it's kinda too late haha#I also tried a different style of shading for this one ♪ Trying to style match a bit hehe#It's fun! Scratchy - tho some of that is from still using my usual brushes lol#I was Very inspired by watching the comic creation playlist - so cool! Very fun to watch and pick up ideas hehe#I knew I forgot something lol dang it - forgot the dash between WDG-2#S'what I get for using pre-plates references :P#For just a quick little thing I'm fairly pleased overall tho :)
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sandwichhour · 1 year
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A few more @ponymagnets redraws since they're fun style imitation practise
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pizzaqueen · 9 months
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Cute when you win
Written for the prompt ‘pool’ for @steddiemicrofic
442 words / Rated G or T / established relationship
“Red three, corner right pocket.”
“My right or your right?” Eddie grins across the table at Steve.
A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, lending a dreamlike feeling to the nearly empty bar. It’s late, almost closing time, and Eddie and Steve have been playing pool for hours. Steve rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Eddie’s remark.
“Corner right pocket,” Steve repeats. The light above the pool table haloes Steve as he leans over, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he lines up his cue and takes the shot, sinking the ball with ease. He straightens, brows raised, spreading his hands. “Told you.”
“You know you don’t have to try to impress me right?” Eddie says, hands wrapped around his cue, smiling fondly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Steve: I’m already impressed.”
“Who said I’m trying to impress you?” Steve slips the cue behind his back, hip grazing the edge of the table. “Eight ball, left side.” He winks, takes the shot, and wins the game.
Eddie tips his head back with a groan. “Fuck. I don’t know if I think it’s annoying you beat me at four games in a row, or if I think it’s hot.”
“You know what I think?” Steve moves around the table to stand by Eddie.
“No, what do you think?”
“I think you think it’s hot.” Steve leans against the pool table, crossing his arms. “That’s why you let me win twice.”
“Me? I’d never do that just to see that cute little smile you get when you win.”
“Uh-huh.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, I am pretty cute, so… I guess I can let it slide this time.”
“And if you weren’t going to let it slide,” Eddie says, leaning closer, “what would you do?”
The only answer he gets is a grin and a twinkle in Steve’s eyes that makes his heart beat hard. “Hey, wanna play again?”
Eddie shakes his head. “You know what I think?”
Steve’s lips twitch. “No, what do you think?”
“I think we should go home.”
“That”— Steve pushes away from the table —“is my kind of thought.” He takes their cues over to the rack, then gestures with his head. “Giddy up, time’s a-wastin’.”
“So bossy,” Eddie says, but he follows Steve through the bar and into the balmy night air. “Hey, wanna come back again tomorrow night? Shoot some more pool?”
Their hands brush between them as they walk, tantalizing and teasing. “Yeah,” Steve says, “but don’t let me win. I wanna beat you for real.”
Eddie snorts but he says, “Deal,” and, street deserted, takes a chance and holds Steve’s hand.
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