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becauseplot · 5 months
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i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---
---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.
"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."
their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"
they don't talk about much else.
see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.
what you can do.
so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.
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miss-mossball · 2 months
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Dosy Dosy Dosy Dosy Rain
Rain belongs to @chimeric-art<3
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cirrateeb · 1 year
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i have more bs
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camping-with-monsters · 4 months
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🪷The Woman of Geese🪷
A piece that’s, admittedly, very different than my usual work. I’m trying to gain some confidence in drawing more figure based works, and the likes of artistic nudity.
I took a bit of a “renaissance” inspiration for this. While I’m likely far from the colors, I think I had the right idea with the articulation and overall setting and mood, even if there are still some imperfections to this work.
I was originally super nervous to post it, but generally speaking, there’s nothing that’s too incredibly awkward about it, and perhaps I’m just a little paranoid that people will be weird about it.
Regardless, I’m still pleased with the result :)
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sexynetra · 5 months
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top five silly anetra moments go 🎤
Omg omg okay going off the top of my head here so I’m sure I’m missing so many iconic moments and this list would be entirely different at any other moment in time but let’s go!!! In no particular order:
5. The ridiculous faces she makes when people give her large quantities of money <3
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4. That one video of her at a show in I think Texas where someone gave her one of those duck push toys and she duck walked with it (the video file is too big to attach but it’s on my blog somewhere)
3. During the ball challenge when they are in the werkroom and Neech is cutting up with Malaysia while she puts her ICONIC crystal gown together and she’s quoting Kennedys iconic trade didn’t like the session monologue but then also right in the middle she interjects “time is of the Jaida Essence Hall” just for me :)
2. When she doesn’t know how to react to something or what to do she just puts her hand on her hip and pops it I think it’s so cute and funny every time, especially paired with the fact that Anetra is physically incapable of not showing every emotion she feels on her face like you’d think she’d have a great poker face and she says she does but it’s a LIE that bitch is so expressive all the time she gives GREAT reaction
1. When she wins the first challenge of the season and instead of a normal reaction she just throws her arms behind her and screams for like a full two seconds and then has to immediately go “I mean thank you, sorry”
Bonus: every time she does the voice and also that she’s incapable of saying a single sentence that doesn’t either have the word bitch or cunt in it :)
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bayfuzzball7050 · 2 months
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ello did you want any doodle request?
welllll draw
a duck
or a character
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ponia here welcome s you to the followers if the duck
thx for following 😎
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I like a lot how it came out :33
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cozy-fish-crow · 7 months
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im watching the Duck Stamp Contest livestream rn and im so fucking pissed at them voting out the artwork i really like
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trainingdummyrabbit · 8 months
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3, 16, and 18 for Susamaru for the character meme? I care her so much
SUSAMARU MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!!
3. A song that reminds me of them
. ok im cheating a little bit and picking one for swap!susa specifically because i dont have any strong ones for Canon Verse. and also im thinking abt her and i want to. break through it all - tomoya ohtani. yknow, from sonicfrontiers. it dropped when i was first hard fixating on that au and it was impeccable timing because it is So Painfully Her and i didnt stop thinking about it for a week straight KSJNFKJD its just so completely and unabashedly Loud and Bombastic and Full Of Energy and that is exactly her to a T. she means it 100% genuinely and she Owns it.
16. A childhood headcanon
ive always kinda believed she was alone from a young age-- just some lil thing running around the streets causing Problems. which, objectively, is kind of insane for a kid to go through. so, in order to more easily protect herself and do what she needed to do, she turned everything into a game! its very hard to worry about the Mortifying Implications Of Your Life when you're busy playing ninja to get food for the day. not easy worrying about getting caught when youre in the middle of a huge game of tag. shes a very brave warrior facing the dastardly wilderness and the deadly unknown! so of course she can handle taking it alone. of course she can.
18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)
Annoying. affectionately, of course. riding off the above point, she has a very difficult time taking things seriously. she has No Boundaries and No Qualms bothering people to get what she wants. hard to have morals growing up the way she did. not that she cares too much. she's shockingly capable of handling herself all things considered, but if she doesnt get what she wants, shes prone to getting Really Emotional-- shes not immune to using crocodile tears if it means she gets her way, but shes Also prone to just... Actually Crying. and also she is Very easily distracted by anything even mildly interesting or cool. shes just all over the place, all the time, constantly.
so basicaly shes perfect. shrimple as !
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juminohuts · 1 year
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i'm not sure if penny and elliott is a ship but i'm soo fucking close to figuring out ao3 to fulfill my own personal sdv agenda
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ethereal-engene · 2 years
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i <3 u
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I LOVE YOU MORE WTF 💗💗 I shall invade your messages sooner or later for some help with planning a fic (SOMEONE YELL ME TO FINISH THIS JUNHAO FIC 😭😭) BUT LIKE ITS ANGST SO <33
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ilikebirdsouo · 2 years
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I KEEP ON SEEING TYPOS IN THE TAGS OF MY POSTS THIS IS PAIN-
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daemondaes · 1 year
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it’s 8:30 pm and i’m in the breakroom at work getting verklempt over cartoon mice 💀
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boymouse · 2 years
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If you were a duck what kind would you be
a cute one i hope ^3^
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bigfatbimbo · 2 months
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hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33
can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻
have a good day/night‼️‼️
a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!
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“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.
It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat. 
His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.
Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.
“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.” 
He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.
Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”
Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.
“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.
He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks. 
He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.
“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”
“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine. 
He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.
“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.
With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.
You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.
“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.
“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.
When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up. 
Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.
“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.
All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.
He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.
“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.
“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?” 
“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.
There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.
He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy. 
“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest. 
“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.
“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.
Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.
To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.
You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after. 
As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.
“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.
You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”
He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep. 
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a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.
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camping-with-monsters · 6 months
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I MAKE VERY SILLY GOOFY ANIMATICS SOMETIMES.
Several months ago I created a nightcore version of “Nightmares Never End” and I haven’t been able to listen to the normal song since because I love the nightcore version so much oh my god
Anyways :)) The OCs in the first half are my own from my original story “Duck Duck Goose”, and the OCs in the second half belong to @pazam from her original story “My Little Angel” :) This might be a more oddly specific animatic but the imagery wouldn’t leave my head until I created it :))
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churipu · 1 month
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WHAT REMINDS THEM OF YOU 𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧
ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji
ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. just pure fluff :D
note. i was going to write some hurt comfort — but then i figured that i wanted to keep myself sane for today :>
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
anything strawberry. scent, taste — anything strawberry.
gojo remembered when the first time he brought you home some honeoye strawberries after a mission since it was in season. the way your eyes just lit up at the sight of strawberries made him happy, and from then on — gojo looks at a picture of a strawberry or even smelled strawberry from god knows where.
he just thinks of you.
one time gojo saw a rabbit eating a strawberry while scrolling through his social media, and he wasted no time sending the video to you with a small message: "you <33"
or the other time gojo sees a bucket cap with strawberry motives and he just had to get it for you. the male waited in line for half an hour for that hat (and he had to "fight" a kid for it, he won in the end because the kid moved on to a duck motive hat instead).
"baby, look what i got you — strawberry scented bath bomb. it was the last one on stock, and i had to argue with a lady over it," he happily bursts through the door, boasting while raising what seemed to be a bath bomb.
gojo just knows when you change your usual brand of strawberry lip balm. it took him a peck and he asks you, "did you change your brand? this one tastes weird," he wipes his lips.
"they were out of stock, 'toru."
"why didn't you say so?" he cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose, "i'd go to the other side of the earth to get you one, y'know?"
you chuckled, "or, i could just wait for it to stock back . . ."
"nonsense!"
𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
the smiths.
he finds it amusing when you start quoting that one scene from 500 days of summer, "i love the smiths . . ." and he just unexpectedly replied with, "sorry?"
but that time — he didn't know that he was "unknowingly" going along with it. confused, he had to question you about it, and when you told him it was from a movie. megumi finally understood and thought that maybe you really liked the movie.
he was wrong. it wasn't the movie, it was the smiths. so now, every time he sees anything or hears anything about the band, he finds himself thinking about you — but he'd never actually say that. megumi often listens to their songs just so he could understand when you talked to him about it.
also, quoting the movie was now a habit for you two. you just go, "i love the smiths," out of the blue and megumi will continue it (even if he says that it's pretty corny).
megumi loves it when you listen to the smiths out loud, singing softly to the tune. the male tries really hard to get you unofficial merchandise, official merchandise for the smiths are actually so hard to find today — so he just had to go and make it custom for you.
"and when the double decker bus, crashes into us . . ." he heard you sing, both of your ears jammed with earbuds from the earphones, "to die by your side."
that, was your favorite song. and megumi made it into a custom painting of you and him as if the two of you were in that one scene in 500 days of summer. i'm not kidding.
𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈
mochi skin. the texture, the flesh. it just reminded him of your cheeks — it's so squishy and soft. every single time he buys a mochi, he makes sure to do something that he calls a squish test.
where he squishes the mochi, and then squishes your cheeks. if they don't feel the same, yuuji gets rid of the mochi and gets another one (he eats them).
"it doesn't feel the same y/n, i don't like it," he whines out softly, tossing the mochi into his mouth — he angrily takes out another bill of cash to buy another mochi.
"yuuji, why does it have to be the same again?" you asked him, hands inside your pockets.
"because . . ." good point. why?
the male prompts to ignore you and buy another one (three others) to make sure they are the same texture as your cheeks. it's something he does — if a mochi he buys doesn't feel the same way like your cheeks does.
he eats them or lets you have them.
if it does.
he also eats them or lets you have them.
it's just something he does for fun, so he could always remember you. and when you're not there with him — yuuji makes sure to buy at least five before coming over to visit you so he could do the test.
when he's not feeling like it but he misses you, he takes a video and sends it to you with a caption: "i miss you."
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