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jadenvargen · 21 days
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other old art i found doing spring cleaning lawl
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valkyriellis · 2 months
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logicpng · 1 year
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learning to draw the sillies
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lavenoon · 11 months
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Putting this man through the horrors (squishy friend with reckless abandon)
@naffeclipse when will I stop? remains to be seen
*self insert is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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hajima-7 · 1 year
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he ran out of hair conditioner :((
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flowercrowngods · 9 months
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The click of the Zippo opening and closing is almost hypnotic, lulling Steve into that familiar satisfaction of just the right noise at just the right frequency as he watches Robin’s wrist flicking the lighter open and closed, her arms stretched above her like she’s trying to touch the ceiling. Steve’s hands are gently swaying next to hers, in the nonexistent breeze of his bedroom.
It’s one of their weird private moments; where they get to have everything being just right that would get them questioning and judgemental glances from everyone else. The tingling sensation in their arms as the blood flows down and away from their hands, leaving them heavy and floaty in a way that never fails to ground them. But there’s also a safety to this moment, a security that they just get to have this without judgment.
Just the flick of the lighter and not a word spoken for over half an hour now.
Sometimes Robin laments, How am I supposed to ever find a girlfriend when this is my version of quality time? This is just weird. I’m weird.
Maybe, but it’s fun, Steve had said once, staring at the veins in his hands while a large water bottle was balancing on his forehead.
She had sighed and snatched the water bottle from his face to plant it on hers, admitting, It is fun.
“Do you ever wonder if there’s like…” Robin interrupts their silence, the Zippo never faltering, Steve’s eyes still fixed on it like all the answers to the questions of the universe lie somewhere in the peeling black foil.
“Hm?”
“Like, a point?”
“A point?” Steve asks, still following the lighter with his eyes, even as Robin stops flicking it open and closed and starts playing with the spark wheel and stone. There’s no flame yet, though, and it looks like she’s just stroking it almost reverently.
“Yeah, like a reason that we’re still, like, doing things.”
Steve frowns, lowering one of his arms to feel the blood flowing back into his hand, the sensation warm and familiar. Like a reminder. There’s blood in your body. You’re alive.
Is there a point, though?
“No,” he says eventually.
“No?”
“No. I don’t think there’s one. We just are. Not like we can stop.”
“Well, we could,” she says, and in one second there’s nothing, just words hanging in the air. The next, there’s a flame coming from the lighter as Robin presses hard and fast enough on the spark wheel. It stays there, the little flame.
We could.
Steve says nothing, just watches the flame as the blood gets drained from his right arm once more.
“Sometimes I wanna burn down your house. And your car, too. I watch you die in there sometimes.”
“Huh?”
“Your car. Sometimes it’s just; there’s these thoughts. Or, like, scenarios, and they’re super duper real in my head, and I have to remind myself they’re not. Just makes me wanna drench it all in gasoline and just… boom.”
“Boom,” Steve says, and it’s not the reaction that he should be giving, not the reaction of a sane person — but then, sane people don’t play with their lighters in bed or listen to their best friend’s arsonist tendencies. Sane people don’t see what Steve Harrington see, they don’t do what he does. What he had to do. When what he should have done was fail some tests, drink some beers and kiss some girls.
Is there a point?
“I promise when I get a new car, I’m gonna burn this one with you, yeah?”
“Deal,” Robin says, and the little flame dies. The steady click is back, and Steve smiles a little.
“And the house.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The clicking stops, and before he knows it, Robin’s body is wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest.
“I think that makes for a good point, though,” she says eventually, and Steve perks up.
“Cuddles?”
“You.”
“Me? Isn’t that a little stupid? And scary? Like, choosing a person to be the point in general.”
She shrugs against him, reaching up to hold his hand and link their fingers in the air above them.
“Maybe, but I think most points are either stupid or scary. It’s why people talk about it so often without ever, like, really saying something. I think you can be my stupid, scary point, Steve Harrington.”
Swaying their linked hands gently above them, Steve smiles. “Then I think that makes you my stupid, scary point, Robin Buckley.”
“Deal,” she says again, and there’s less of a threat about it this time.
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bittwitchy · 8 months
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Chica and her cupcake
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druidshollow · 5 months
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Sheltering Canopy writes a journal entry regarding a strange conversation she had.
"you remind me of hollow space. he used to dissociate aggressively too"
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knific · 16 days
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ummm stuff i forgot to post
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cw for sewerslide under cut lol
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crit20art · 1 year
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[ID: a digital drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives, kissing on a sofa with a gentle glow surrounding them. Jon is depicted as a short, thin man with dark brown skin and scars across his body. Martin is a tall, fat man with light brown skin and freckles. He is about eight months pregnant. Jon balances with one foot on the floor and one leg over Martin’s thigh, lifting himself up to wrap his arms around Martin’s neck and cradle his head in his hands. Both of Martin’s hands rest on Jon’s back, one drifting beneath the hem of Jon’s shirt. They kiss with intense, slightly sad expressions, though Martin has a bit of a smile as Jon’s nose smushes against his cheek. End ID.]
Indulging in my favorite pastime: sketching scenes from my own wip instead of writing the damned thing. this is the reunion kiss from chapter 3 of Do It All Anew.
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twstjam · 10 months
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more really bad incorrect quote doodles of Bodyguard Sebek and Briar Consort Yuu duo. They are both equally silly your honor (it's why they get along so well)
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forgetfulmachineart · 2 years
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[ID: Three digital drawings of the ???% version of Mob crying with a rainbow of color stylistically flowing and smearing through and around him. His eyes are pure white and parts of him are smearing away. The first image has a rainbow of colors, the second are warm colors like a fire, and the third is similar to the first but more purple. /End ID]
I am rotating him so fast in my head rn
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ladyhavilliard · 10 months
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artwork based on @heyits-nessie ‘s to fall is also human for the @hualianbigbang !!!!!
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meyerlansky · 2 years
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he's so disgusting
he didn't even catch it
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rosacarolina · 1 month
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stop pretending you don't use ai photos. i know what a fkn flower looks like lol i go outside. i also know what ai generation looks like. this blog is ai garbage
i have literally never used ai to generate photos. i did sneak a skyrim screenshot in a while back though
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eldrichthingy · 8 months
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Oisín covered in blood post because I just found this screenshot and he's my deeply adored deer boy I can't stop thinking about 👆🏾
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