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tuppaware-art · 1 year
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throwback to my first and favourite piece of merlin fan art !!
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eepywriters · 4 months
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.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀`)
warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity
a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!
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Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.
Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.
But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.
A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.
“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.
An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.
“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.
The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.
“There you are baby”
The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.
He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.
Oh what a grave mistake that was.
A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.
“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.
And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).
Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).
“Good morning birthday boy”.
Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.
“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.
“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.
“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?
Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.
“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”
He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.
He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.
“It’s rude to stare you know?”
“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.
“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.
You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.
He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.
“Here you go, I hope you like it”.
You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.
He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.
“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.
“Actually… I made it”.
Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.
“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.
He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.
“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.
“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.
Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.
“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.
“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.
“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.
You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.
“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.
You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.
“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.
“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.
“Nu uh”.
“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.
The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.
You knew what was coming.
“No wait, we can talk ab-“
You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.
His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.
“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.
“Nu uh”
Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.
  *・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
extra:
Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).
Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.
“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.
“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.
“Fuck yes”.
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stargazostli · 4 months
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mmm bkau my love
Scar preening Grian's wings
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twentixxer · 8 months
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sparkly-caroline · 7 months
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Don't take his hand, Tan, don't do it-
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(I draw too much Rodamrix Amogus, im sorry, I really like the series-)
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jinxed-up · 2 months
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0-plague-doctor-0 · 2 months
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My very first attempt at doing something in SFM
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Honestly not bad for a first attempt with no prior experience
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littlequackerman · 1 year
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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader- Sick Day (fluff)
So this was originally posted on my old account, greenteaandchildrenscreams, but i deleted that account and i wanted to rewrite this now that ive improved my dialogue a bit so here you go. enjoy <3
(warning: swearing)
You groaned as you got out of bed, your headache pounding with every step you took towards your kitchen. You got out your thermometer, stuck the metal tip under your tongue and waited for its results.
"101.4... damn, that sucks... where's the ibuprofen" you thought. You went into your bathroom and took the painkillers with some benadryl (or whatever meds you take when youre sick) and headed back into your room before covering yourself with as many blankets as you could find and falling asleep.
You were awoken hours later by your phone beeping off the hook. You shielded your eyes from its bright light as you checked your messages (the painkillers had helped your headache but fevers are bitches) and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from your favorite mafia boss.
short king 💓
hey where are you you havent been in class for 2 days teach is worried
You
Sry i have a fever i feel like shit
i took some meds earlier and took a nap but i still feel crappy
short king 💓
ill be there soon
You
you dont have to i dont want you to get sick read 4:45 pm
You sighed at his lack of response but quickly fell back asleep.
You were woken up again a short time later by Fuyuhiko banging on your bedroom door. You pushed off the blankets that were still on you (you had kicked most of them off in your sleep) and opened the door. The short blonde was holding a large bowl and a tote bag.
"Fuyu how the hell did you get into my house?"
"Peko."
You let out a small laugh, of course she'd be able to get into your apartment. She did work for a yakuza leader, after all.
"I brought some soup and medicine." Fuyuhiko set the bowl, apparently containing soup, down on your nightstand. "I wasn't sure what you're sick with so I brought a bunch."
You smiled. Although he had a brash and intimidating facade you could definitely see his caring side sometimes. This was one of those times.
"Have ya eaten yet?"
"No."
"Dumbass, how the fuck are you gonna get better if you don't eat shit?"
He led you over to your bed. As you sat back down on it he handed you the bowl of soup and a spoon.
"Chicken Noodle. Peko made it."
The soup was delicious, as you had suspected when you heard Peko had made it. You quickly finished off the whole bowl and handed it back to Fuyu.
"Make sure to thank Peko for me. That was delicious." you said as you rearranged the pillows on your bed and laid back down.
"Will-do."
Fuyu got out some painkillers and allergy medicine from his bag. You took a dose of both before once again rolling over in preperation for a nap. You saw Fuyuhiko head towards the door and called out to him.
"Fuyu, wait."
He turned. "What, ya need anything else?"
"Yeah. Can you cuddle with me till I fall asleep?"
He turned bright red, but still walked back towards your bed, kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers with you. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck.
"Thank you for everything today. I appreciate it." you breathed into the curve of his neck.
"It's nothin, dumbass."
"I still appreciate it..." you trailed off, but not before murmuring "Love you."
Fuyuhiko was startled by your words but still let out a soft "Love you too." before falling asleep himself.
You two would have plenty of time to figure out your feelings when you woke up.
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I love how this came out, i'm improoving with backgrounds!🌟
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nervarts · 3 months
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Aka Manto
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Hello! I apologize for not posting art in a while. I've been on vacation, I got sick afterwards— and when I got better, I've been trying to finish my WIPs. 😅 But here I am, kicking off with the first artwork of 2024! (24 days later. But hey, I got timing!)
This is my flower child, Hanami, with the cursed sword: Aka Manto (yes, after the urban legend). The reason why it has this name is because of the red and black aura that surrounds it occasionally. Sometimes it manifests like fire or aura; other times it trickles down like blood. This katana is virtually indestructible, it can cut through any material with ease and neatness. It feeds from blood or souls— preferably the latter. A kill would grant an extensive amount of time to use the sword. A prayer must be made in order to awaken its power and it refuses to go back into its sheath unless it "tastes" blood. Because of its demonic energy, the sword has the capability to drive its users to insanity. Therefore, she is susceptible to disturbing hallucinations.
So you might be wondering, why on Earth does she have it in the first place? Well, it is passed down in her family; the sword is very selective with its users. It grants advantages too, such as enhanced strength, high agility, and better senses. At times, it can give other powers— which in Hanami's case happens to be Necromancy. Besides, the sword can only be as evil as the user wants it to be; with strong will and mental endurance, you can reduce and sometimes avoid its negative effects.
In spite of her shortcomings, Hanami handles her symptoms very well. Her mother... well, that's a story for another day.
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asthenniaa · 5 months
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CUTIE !!!!!!!!
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half matching my last geoff drawing, half a challenge between me and bf @brainfreeze27 drawing the same picture to see how it comes out (his will be posted soon) ꨄ
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justarandombrit · 1 year
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Theydies and gentlethem, I give you, Penny Lamb.
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raventhompson · 10 months
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This turned out way better than i imagined actually, so i hope you guys enjoy it 🫶😭
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zephy-doodlez · 1 year
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XFrisk
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someone finally figured out how to transfer sketch art to digital art…
i adore him x)
x!tale frisk belongs to @jakei95
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hwanggeumxx · 9 months
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i think babil needs help
red or blue? i cant decide.
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starblitzz · 5 months
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i think abt TWF alot
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