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linesandmarksonpaper · 1 month

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Warren Tufts - Casey Ruggles 01/30/1951

#newspaper strips #warren tufts

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balu8 · 7 months

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Casey Ruggles (07/10/50)

by Warren Tufts

#Casey Ruggles 7/10/50 #Warren Tufts #newspaper strip

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driveintheaterofthemind · 2 years

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Original Art - Casey Ruggles Daily Comic Strip (Apr14th1952)

Art by Warren Tufts

United Feature Syndicate

#Comics #Comic Strips #Casey Ruggles #Warren Tufts #Men's Adventure #Mens Adventure #United Feature Syndicate #Vintage #Art #Original Art #1952 #1950s #50s

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youtwitinmyface · 5 months

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The Pink Panther Anniversary #1

Published by American Mythology Productions I don’t know how familiar this character currently is to the youth of today, but if you’re Gen X or an Elder Millenial, then I think it’s safe to say that you’ve seen many Pink Panther cartoons when you were a kid. In fact, I’m sure that just seeing an image of the character automatically puts that classic theme song in your head. You’re…

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#1 #American Mythology Productions #Danita Mangum #Diego Tapié #Jazz Dela Cuesta #Pink Panther #Pink Panther comic book #The Ant and The Aardvark #The Pink Panther #Todd Livingston #Warren Tufts

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popeyesmith · 2 years

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Lance: Warren Tufts' Beautiful...Strange America

Lance: Warren Tufts’ Beautiful…Strange America

Lance (1955-60) was Warren Tufts’ masterful exploration of mid-19th Century American expansion, and it remains among the most breathtaking uses of the newspaper comics medium in its history. Tufts, who had previously fictionalized the Gold Rush in his wonderful Casey Ruggles (1949-55), was a self-taught savant of realistic illustration and frontier history. Lance embodies some of the signature…

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#1950s #adventure strips #Lance #Warren Tufts

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hershelwidget · 11 months

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ok..

Very unsure if I’ll be able to finish lineart on time before I am forced to go to bed, so I’ve put under the cut all that I have for now. It is under the cut because I realize that someone may want to wait for me to fully finish so that the composition, colours, etc are not spoiled. This coming weekend is where I won’t be able to work on this at all, so I will be working very hard before I have to leave!

Here is all that I have of Grade School (ft. Warren).

I fixed Warren’s design a bit and moved their composition around as well. The original plan was for Warren and Spinach Can to be in the middle, Bread Boy to be dead-centre, and the twins would be on either side of him. Now they are more spread out to reflect what I want the scene to be better, as well as just be better balance.

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dhmis twins #dhmis spinach can #dhmis bread boy #dhmis warren #because this is a wip im not gonna be all out on tagging as i normally would #also i am noticing that i have at least three characters with that same hair tuft-style? lamp is the third one

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fabricdiva · 1 year

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Do we exaggerate the dangers of conventional fabrics?

We received a comment on one of our blog posts recently in which the reader chastised us for exaggerating issues which they believe are disproportionate to the facts. In their words: For instance formaldehyde… is a volatile chemical…no doubt it is used in the textile industry a great deal…but looking for this chemical in end products is an example chasing a ghost…. It has to be put in…

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letsgetrowdy43 · 10 months

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Never Grow Up (Rowan’s Version) ☆—

This follows the timeline of Quinn’s daughter, Hayden James Hughes. The point of view will be consistently switching between her to her parents!!

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“Your little hand's wrapped around my finger, and it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin', so I tuck you in, turn on your favourite night light”

It had been almost a full hour since Hayden James Hughes had entered the world, and the last and final piece in the Hughes family puzzle was set in its place. She'd been born on a warm May night in Vancouver, kicking off the off-season in the right direction as Quinn swaddled his little girl in his arms for the first time.

"Dad?" the nurse said quietly making his tearful gaze avert to the woman who had now helped deliver both of his babies, "since mum is resting now, It's heavily recommended that Fathers do skin-on-skin within the first hour of her birth," she smiled and finished filling out her charts before exiting the room to give him some privacy.

Quinn placed the baby down in the bassinet as he stripped himself of his sweater, "ooh, hot baby daddy" Honey mumbled tiredly under her breath as Quinn leaned over her bed and placed a kiss on her temple. "You should be sleeping," he scolded quietly as he picked the infant back up, ridding Hayden of her blanket and holding her up against his chest. "And miss the strip show? Boring" she whispered as she positioned herself to get a better sight of the baby.

Quinn sat back in the uncomfortable recliner chair, his fingers gently playing with the tuft of blonde curls on the baby's head. A sleepy smile on Hayden's face as her tiny fingers wrapped around his, face pressing deeper against his skin as her eyes fluttered open to look at her father for the first time in her life.

"Hi baby girl," he whispered as Hayden yawned, her hand squeezing his finger gently as her eyes shut, "you're so loved already," he looked up at Honey, admiring how flawless she looked in the moment, tears in her eyes and a sappy smile on her face as she watched her husband and daughter's first bonding moment.

"You kinda look like your uncle Luke, but cuter, which means he is going to be the absolute worst about this," Honey laughed quietly at that comment, knowing just how insufferable Luke is going to be, and how pouty Jack is gonna be that knowing neither his nephew or niece look like him. "And both sets of grandparents are waiting at home for you, Nana Ellen has been obsessively buying you clothes all year" The baby let out a soft murmur as she felt the vibrating of Quinn's chest as he laughed at the memory of his mom showing up with a separate suitcase just for her new grandbaby. "And Warren," he paused for a second to think about all of the moments in the past few months when Warren had been talking to his baby sister, waiting for the day she'd finally be here, "he's so excited to get to meet you, he's going to adore you" Quinn now had tears in his eyes as he whispered some more to his daughter.

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“Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple, I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart”

Honey and the two kids trailed into the kitchen, smiles on all of their faces as they told her about their days at school while unpacking their lunch kits.

"And look what he made me!" Hayden grinned as she pulled out a scribbled drawing of her and a boy with a heart around them, Honey's face softened as she looked at the blush on her daughter's cheeks. "He? Who's he?" Quinn asked walking into the kitchen to see the drawing that shed had been rambling about from the school's parking lot all the way to their front door. "Ryan C." she pointed at the little messily written name in the left-hand top corner of the printer paper.

Quinn's brows furrowed as he held the paper in his hands and scoffed at it, "no boys, too young for boys" he said finally with his arms crossed over his chest as he placed the paper back down on the counter. "It's just an innocent crush Quinn" His wife laughed at his scowl. "Boys are yucky, gross, and no good for my little girl," he said matter-of-factly as he kissed his wife and then pressed a sloppy kiss to his daughter's cheek who pouted at him.

The little blonde frowned at her dad as she looked at the carefully crafted picture this little boy made just for her, "stop trying to grow you're gonna give me a heart attack," and with that last sentence, he left the kitchen to help Warren get ready for hockey practice.

Honey smiled softly at her daughter, her fingers going up to her lips motioning for her daughter to stay silent just until Quinn was in the garage, "Ryan C. can be our little secret, okay sweetheart?" she asked watching as Hayden's face broke out into a much happier smile and extended her arms out to hug her Mom's legs.

☆☆☆☆

“You're in the car on the way to the movies, and you're mortified your mom's droppin' you off At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do, and you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots”

Hayden's childhood had come and gone in the blink of an eye, her angsty teen phase rolling in at full speed.

Honey sat in her car with Hayden anxiously in the backseat, "You'll call me when the movie is done right?" "Yeah Mom," Hayden said quietly, watching as Ryan, her everlasting childhood crush walked out his front door, "please don't embarrass me when he gets in here, I might die," she said desperately as she looked out the car window to see the blushing boy approaching the car.

"Hey Ryan, how's mum?" Honey asked the boy as she looked back at him to make sure he was buckled in. "She's good, just getting home from work," he smiled awkwardly as he looked at Hayden, face broken out in a smile as she smiled back at him.

Honey couldn't bare the noise of tension filling the car, the silence became suffocating, and then she turned on the radio to drown out the never-ending awkwardness. The woman looked through the rearview mirror to see the young boy staring at her daughter, Ryan admiring her as she stared out the window. His hand inching towards hers, pinky finger intertwining with Hayden's, the curly-headed girl turned to look down at their hands, cheeks blazing red as she looked back up at him with a shy smile.

"We are here," Honey smiled as she parked the car right out in front of the theatre, "have fun you two." "Thank you, Mrs. Hughes," the young boy said as he got out of the car. "Thanks, Mum," Hayden said as she leaned into the front seat and hugged her mom before getting out of the car and waving her mom off.

☆☆☆☆

“Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room, memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favourite songs I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone”

Hayden sat silently on her bed, taking in that this was one of the last times she was ever going to sit in her own childhood room and it actually be full of her own personal things.

"Oh my god Hayd, look what I found" Quinn grinned as he dug into the back of her closet, a grin on his face as he pulled out her first-ever figure skating dress. Honey pouted as she took the tiny nylon outfit out of Quinn's grasp, "You were so tiny and so cute" she said holding up the little pink frilly suit, the woman looked up at her daughter who sat staring at the empty yellow walls.

"Hayd?" Quinn called out, pulling her attention to her parents sitting on the clothes-covered floor as they organized her things for her big move to university, "you okay sweetheart?" She shrugged, "I feel like I should be crying or something," she mumbled, sliding off of the bed and next to her mom on the floor. "It's overwhelming, I felt the same way you did when dad and I started school, I cried my entire first night there" Honey whispered as she pulled her daughter into a side hug, "but nana and grandpa are only an hour away if you need them," she said softly as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's temple.

"I was so nervous my first week, I had mom there, but I also had no idea what I was walking into" Quinn started, a frown on his face as he picked up a framed family photo off of her bedside table and placed it in her suitcase, "but you're gonna have so much fun," he opened his arms as his little girl shuffled her way over, falling right into his hold.

And at that moment it really hit Quinn, he had no more babies, his babies were now grown adults, living their own separate lives from him. "Are you crying?" Hayden asked as she sat up and looked at her dad who was in fact teary-eyed. "Uh no?" Hayden's bottom lip wobbled as she fell into her dad's frame once again and squeezed him, a sob leaving her mouth as he held her against him, hand rubbing over her back, cradling the back of her head as she cried into him.

"Thank you for everything you've given me" she whispered as Honey joined in on hugging her.

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“So here I am in my new apartment, in a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be, so I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on”

Warren dropped the last box of her things on the floor of her dorm, "thank you," she smiled at her brother as he looked down at his phone. "Are you gonna be okay if I leave now? Hockey initiation stuff for the frosh is happening tonight and I have to be there," he showed her his phone which was currently blowing up with texts. "Yeah I'll be okay," she smiled and pointed at the open door, her brother climbed over the pile of boxes and hugged his little sister, "You call me if you need me okay?" The girl nodded and pulled away from her older brother, "promise," she said shooing him out the door so she could start organizing her room.

She sat silently, staring at the posters she successfully hung up on the walls, a proud smile on her face as she looked at the small shelf and bedside table she built all on her own. The blonde looked out her dorm window to see people partying in the streets, frosh week in full effect as she sat on the edge of her bed in pyjamas.

Her emotions lowered as she sat in a ball on her freshly made bed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she turned on a movie on her laptop and cried at the happy noises just outside her door.

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“Please try to never grow up Oh, oh, don't you ever grow up Oh (never grow up), Just never grow up”

"Daddy?" Hayden whispered, cries leaving her throat as a half-asleep Quinn picked up his phone. "Hayd, what's wrong babygirl?" the sleep left his body as he listened to her sniffles on the other end. "I need to come home, I don't think I'm ready to be grown yet" she whispered, her throat horse from crying.

Quinn sat up in bed and held the phone closer to his ear, "I know it seems like so much Hayd, but you are so strong, you are so ready for this next chapter" he said lowly, not wanting to wake up or alarm his sleeping wife right next to him. "My first night of uni I was so lonesome for home that I called Uncle Jack and made him drive all the way to Umich just to spend the night with me in my tiny little dorm bed, Uncle Josh still has not let me forget about it." "I just- I do not know how to make friends, and I'm all alone, I'm not ready to be alone" she cried harder, "I'm just not ready for this."

Quinn frowned, wanting nothing more than to be able to be at her doorstep just to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be fine. For the past eighteen years of this little girl's life, Quinn had done everything within his power to stop anything from hurting his little baby. And now he had no control over her life or even a way to fix it for her.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you, and I hope you know that you really can do this," he said, her breathing becoming more even as she listened to him, "just get some sleep, and remember that you worked your ass off for this, and if anyone is more ready for this next chapter it's you."

The girl wiped her eyes, her sleeve soaked with tears as she nodded, "I love you so much Hayd, you're going to be just fine, okay?" he said firmly. "Thank you, Dad, I love you too" her voice still shaky, but the tears halted. "I'm always a call away, and I'll answer whenever you need me, okay baby," he said tearfully now. "I know." "Good, now get some rest, and call me in the morning when you wake up," he whispered before she hung up.

Quinn put his phone back down on his bedside table and laid back down, pulling his wife into his chest, and burying his face in her neck, "I can't believe our babies are all grown up" he whispered. "I hate it," she mumbled, his hand wrapping around her waist as her fingers intertwined with his, "the house feels too empty."

"Wanna move to Michigan?" he whispered jokingly. "Yes actually," she whispered back, "but we can talk about that in the morning," she said tiredly as he placed a short kiss on her bare shoulder.

I totally wrote the ending of this based on my first night in uni and cried the entire time I was writing it, cause everything Quinn said was exactly what my dad said while I was crying on the phone with him.

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fanfiction #dad!quinn hughes #luke hughes #umich hockey #jack hughes #umich imagine

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g00mbers · 2 years

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I think i need to show the fact that Warren appears to have a tuft of hair behind his hat 😟😟😟😟😟 which means that he's not completely bald (which i hate)

#purple hair and pronouns #of course #warren dhmis #Dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #warren the eagle

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libraryofmoths · 3 months

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Moth of the Week

Angle Shades

Phlogophora meticulosa

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The angle shades is a part of the family Noctuidae. This species was first described in 1758 by Carl Linnaeus. According to Wikipedia, this moth gets its common name from the colors and marking on its wings.

Description The forewings of this moth are shaped with a sharp point. Most of the forewing is buffish as well as the head, legs, body, and antennae. The middle of the forewing is split by a triangle. The bottom of the triangle lays on the termen of the forewing or “the edge of the wing most distant from the body.” The triangle is made of layers of brown and pink. The hindwings are whitish with darker veins.

ab. roseobrunnea ab. nov [Warren], the central triangle is a rich red brown tinged with fulvous (tawny/orange), the whole wing reddish tinged, and the green shades all strongly mixed with red, the metathorax and dorsal tufts also being deep fulvous instead of green; found in São Jorge Island in the Azores

Wingspan Range: 45 - 52 mm (≈1.77 - 2.05 in)

Diet and Habitat This species eats a wide range of herbaceous plants such as Common Nettle (Urtica dioica), Hop (Humulus lupulus), Red Valerian (Centranthus ruber), Broad-leaved Dock (Rumex obtusifolius), Bramble (Rubus fruiticosus), Hazel (Corylus avellana), birches, oak, basil, and broccoli.

They are distributed throughout Europe. Their reach spans eastto the Urals, southeast to Syria, Armenia, and Asia Minor, west to Azores, and south to Algeria. They are a strongly migratory species. It is found in a variety of habitats such as gardens, hedgerows, fens, woodland, grasslands, farmland, wetlands, heathland, and moorland.

Mating This moth is generally seen from May to October and has two generations per year. The larva overwinter in soil as pupa.

Predators This species flies mainly at night. They are presumably preyed on by nighttime predators such as bats. This moth uses its coloration to disguise itself as a wilted leaf when at rest. They can be seen during the day resting on walls, vegetation, and feces.

Fun Fact The angle shades is attracted to light and sugar.

(Source: Wikipedia [1][2], Butterfly Conservation, The Wildlife Trusts)

#libraryofmoths #animals #bugs #facts #insects #moth #lepidoptera #mothoftheweek #angle shades #Phlogophora meticulosa #Noctuidae

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linesandmarksonpaper · 7 months

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Warren Tufts - Casey Ruggles Sunday 04/12/1953

#newspaper strips #warren tufts #sunday comics

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sketchybeats · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT DHMIS FANS LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND

So we've all seen the little tuft of hair poking out of Warren's hat, right? But there's the argument of whether the 'hair' was just some fuzz that accidentally stuck to him or not. Well I was re-watching his episode and I noticed his hat bounced up while he was talking. So naturally I slowed it down and paused it.

HE OFFICIALLY HAS HAIR HE'S SO FUCKING UGLY I ADORE HIM-

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #warren the eagle #warren the worm #warren dhmis #dhmis warren

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 10 months

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Catnap II

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A/N: More barista!Mikey and his kittens, because we can all use some fluff (and a nice makeout sesh) from time to time

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You wake up from your nap with Mikey in an interesting way...

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff. More cats. More swearing. A li'l kissin'.

@deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss @geralts-yenn

You wake up when something fluffy brushes past your nose. When you open your eyes, you see tufts of white fur. Your head, however, is still on Mike’s shoulder, and he’s holding you pretty close. So how did this cat – it’s Nova – manage to worm its way in between your bodies?

“Mike?” you say softly after moving your head away. He hums, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Is she okay? Are we crushing her?” Apparently, your question is enough for him to very slowly open one eye.

“Oh, she’s fine. She did this.” Mike doesn’t let you go, so he must mean what he says. “I’ll let you in on a little secret... Cats are actually liquid. And what they lack in brains and bones, they make up for in cuteness and chaos.” As if to prove a point, Nova turns around between you and rubs her face against Mike’s cheek, while trying her hardest to push you away from him.

“Hey baby,” he says as he softly kisses her little head before turning to you, looking embarrassed. Then, in a split second, the look disappears from his face, and is replaced by a very serious expression. He also lets go of you, much to your displeasure. “I’m just going to be upfront about this. I’ve had girls think I’m totally weird with my cats, because I love these idiots to bits. Girls, mind you, who were at the time also studying to be vets...”

“You’re a vet?” you interrupt. Of course you had a feeling that the coffee shop was a side job, but you never thought to ask whether he was in college or not...

“Few credits shy,” he answered, slightly taken aback by the sudden intrusion on his story. “That’s why I moved back home. I’m not enrolled for the first semester, so I had to give up my dorm. It’s okay, though, I get to intern with my mom... She runs a vet clinic from here. And picking up a few extra shifts hasn’t been the worst – Sy! Can you at least not be on my head?”

You look up, only to find that the orange giant apparently thought it was a good idea to park his fat butt on the side of Mike’s face. He really is ‘chunky as fuck’, and it doesn’t look comfortable at all. Not that it matters to him, because he stays right where he is. Soon, the four others join you on the bed, apparently for the sole purpose of screaming at Mike.

“What time is it?” Mike says as he reaches for his phone on the windowsill next to his bed. “Oh, my bad, you guys want food...” As soon as the word ‘food’ is out of his mouth, all cats dash for the door – except Nova, who still seems perfectly comfortable squished between you and Mikey. So much so, even, that she meows loudly in protest when he gets up.

“Can you pick her up and take her with you?” Mike asks, and you happily oblige. ‘Please cuddle the snuggly floof’ isn’t exactly a chore, or anything. Nova doesn’t object to being picked up and carried, either. She just contently purrs in your arms as you follow Mike through the house, to the kitchen.

“Oh my god, she is so cute!” you squeal when you sit down and she still won’t move, even though Mike is being harassed by the others as he tries to get them their food.

“She really is,” he says. “Ragdolls have exactly zero braincells. I’m fairly sure that one would die if she didn’t get enough attention.” He looks over his shoulder, and you catch a glimpse of a sweet smile as he briefly looks at you and the cat. It’s a good thing he turns back when he does, though.

“For fuck’s sake, guys! This isn’t going to go any faster if you…” Mike sighs loudly. “Sure, there’s at least thirty beds for you monsters scattered around the house, but by all means, Nyx: sit in your bowl.”

He shakes his head as he walks away to grab something, and the cats just keep following him wherever he goes. “I could do this in two minutes, if only this kitchen had fucking doors,” he mumbles.

“So, where were we?” Mike says as you step back into his room. He pulls you along as he walks to his bed, then turns around and drops down, dragging you with him. You end up on top of him. This time, his kiss isn’t soft. It’s eager, and sloppy, with that little edge of enthusiasm just north of too much. It’s dorky, and it’s exactly what makes him so cute. Even when he slips his hands underneath your t-shirt – something you tend to not let guys do on the first date – he does it with so much carefree eagerness that it’s somehow super sweet.

He has some serious trouble keeping his hands to himself, though, and you have to remind him several times that no, he’s absolutely getting nowhere near your boobs tonight.

“But they’re so pretty,” Mike pouts.

“Suck that bottom lip back in, boy,” you tease him, as he lets out a sad groan while trying to pull your face back to his. He doesn’t listen, so you bend down quickly and bite him in that stuck-out lower lip while you have the chance. It immediately becomes clear to you that that was the best mistake you’re going to make today, because he rolls you both over so that he’s on top now.

“Sweetcheeks, if you’re gonna bite, I’m gonna lose my patience,” he warns you with a goofy smile that melts your insides.

“This is you being patient?” There’s something about him that makes you want to tease him beyond where you’d normally go this quickly. He’s so handsome, and so… harmless. On a whim, you wrap your legs around him and pull him tighter against you. It’s absolutely undeniably obvious he has a boner.

“That’s a fair point, I guess… Larry, fuck off! I’m trying to score here!” As soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes widen in absolute terror. “Probably shouldn’t have phrased it that way...”

“Probably not,” you laugh. Mike rolls off you, spooking Larry – who had decided this was a good time to take a nap between Mike’s shoulder blades. He lies down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“I wasn’t getting anywhere to begin with, was I?” he asks. Nothing about his tone or face gives you even the slightest idea that he minds if your answer is ‘no’. Not that you would have given him false hope, no matter how cute this guy is…

“I don’t hook up on the first date,” you reply, pretending to feel really bad for him.

“Second date?” he tries, the smile on his lips widening. “Why don’t you find out?”

#mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) x reader #hellraiser mike x reader #mikey x reader #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters

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chill-bunn-sage · 9 months

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I got @milkywaystarboy for ffxiv swap!

And since drawing Cool Swords™️ sparks joy, I made a custom greatsword for one of his WoLs Thom Warren!

It was definitely a fun time trying to draw this because I tend to be elaborate with weapon decoration, but there’s a real simple beauty in his greatsword. And since one of the flower symbolisms he’s attached to are dandelions, I thought some dandelion tufts drifting along the fuller would be a nice touch.

Hehe, this was super fun to do, and I’m glad this came out nice for him 💚

#ffxivswap #((I am planning on doing another weapon for his other WoL. I just gotta do some research first :3c))

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hoaxwoods · 3 months

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Warren Tony Doodles day 15: slaying(literally)

Characters: Warren, Tony(Could be considered SIM)

Just had some fun today. As if I don't always. Been holding myself to a higher standard recently, and I need to cool it and just have fun.

So, what better way to do that, than drawing my two favorite boys? (I do this every single day regardless of the challenge)

I always knew something was just... missing from Warren's design, so... Eyeliner!! Tony can't be the only one who rocks it. The talent has to be genetic.

Prev days: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

More eyeliner under the cut or whateverrrr UGHHH

This is officially what Warren's eyeliner looks like closeup. It's based off of his mentor, The Saint of Mile 42, whose actual existence could be debated. Check out her rough design