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#and probably the next chapter
reds-skull · 4 months
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Anatomy is one of the biggest thing I need to work on, so why not do it while drawing these two fuckers.
Tried to focus just on the sketch/lineart, so no shading on this one...
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jounosparticles · 2 months
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interesting how it was changed from aya to atsushi in the anime
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regular-gnome · 6 months
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3. A Collection Run
First | Previous | Next
What happens - Context
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tblsomedoodles · 5 days
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The Preferable Alternative- Part 4
Start - previous - next
I really should slow down. But this was a pretty easy update and i had the day off.
In other news, i'm going to go make a masterpost now. I think 4 parts is enough to warrant one
: )
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wispscribbles · 1 year
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soap stole his hoodie 
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wasabi-gumdrop · 1 month
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working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭
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ohno-the-sun · 2 months
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Newest Luca au chapter is out early.
It’s a bit info dumpy so I apologize for that
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nicoleheichou · 2 months
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synopsis: when your acting careers start to pick up you and your boyfriend zoro both decide that it's better to go your separate ways. you didn't want to, but you knew he was right. fast forward to a couple years later, when you're finally starting to heal, your friends score a deal to shoot a movie together with your ex and you're starting to think maybe you haven't really moved on.
¤ warnings: tiny anime spoilers, fluff, not too much angst, alcohol use, i'll add more if i need to.
¤ disclaimer: i don't own any of the op characters, the pictures i use are just for reference so you can see what I'm imagining, yn looks how you want her to look. i try my best to use the opla cast as face claims.
¤ taglist is open. i'm only going to have 50 slots. if you don't tell me your name is changed and i'm unable to tag you i will take your name off and open up the spot for someone else.
¤ starting: february 28, 2024
¤ updates: wednesdays ~ 6pm MST
¤ 🖊 = writing portion
yn's group | zoro's group
kingofthepirats
i needed a break
that's classified
don't know how to feel
she won't leave
fingers crossed 🤞
a win is a win
girl dinner
stick to acting
hate to admit it
game night
friends? 🖊
aye aye captain 🫡
too late for us
summer of 2020
testing...testing...
welcome to the family
happy birthday
can't be weird
for a little bit 🖊
so whipped
a sad day
that's my girlfriend!
what about him?
no bullshit 🖊
so worth it
fear for @prettygirlyn
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fiery-emblems · 3 months
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Uuuuuh...it's HE
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phantomrose96 · 1 month
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i just caught up with a breach of trust and I don't even know WHAT to say. thank you? jesus christ? oh my god? my husband and friends all hate me bc I won't shut up about it? I've never read a fanfic that could hold a candle? a match even? I've been reading in all my spare time. I've had dreams bc it's the last thing I'm thinking about at night. then I read more over breakfast. WOW? wowowowow? thank you again?
(A Breach of Trust)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Thank you for being as brain-rotted as I am over this Utter Behemoth of a fic!! It's woven into the fabric of my being at this point.
I've poured my heart and soul into it and it means so so much to me, so hearing that OTHER people are like, bothering the people in their OWN lives about it? Wow. I'm very happy over the notion that there are strangers who know vaguely of ABoT because their loved one wanted to tell them all about it.
I've really loved building it up from an empty Word document. I'm really happy and lucky other people have come along for that. Thank you!!
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pecoraisa · 1 year
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yea its padparadscha✌️
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triangulum-mori · 1 month
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redraws i did for fun, the original (and cooler, frankly) doodles are from @no-hl btw go check them out and follow them and like all their posts and reblog all their posts and
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(old man yaoi)
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fawnheartedly · 3 months
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I'm watching Tericho's latest theory video and it got me thinking about the Prototype's true intention towards the player, and maybe why he killed Catnap.
Neither Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Leg nor Catnap attacked us right away. They lurked around. Well Mommy was more directly present. But all three starts off not being a danger. I guess Catnap putting us in the trash compactor was dangerous but seeing how he loves to play cat and mouse and can immediatly be seen lurking around, I think he knew we'd get away anyways.
Added to that, Catnap tells us to leave constantly through the chapter. Not just once, not twice. He wrote everywhere that we had to leave.
We know how eagerly he obeys tye Prototype, so we can assume most of the things he does, the Prototype asked him to. Probably same for Huggy. And Mommy could have been an outlier in following the Prototype but she seemed to be scared of him enough to at least not go against him.
So my theory is that the Prototype doesn't want us dead. He just wants us to leave the factory. He had two occasions to kill us himself, yet he didn't. All three main antagonists eventually tried to kill us in the end of each chapter but Huggy ended up seemingly dead (we know he's not tho), Mommy killed by us and then retrieved by him. He didn't had the time to punish them for trying to kill us. But he did for Catnap. And i think that's why he ended up killing him. Either Catnap wasn't supposed to end us or it was punishment for failing to drive us away without coming to harm.
Poppy and the Prototype are on opposed sides, that much is clear. Poppy wants us to uncover the full truth behind Playtime Co, the Prototype wants us to leave and forget about it all.
So that means there is far more to discover down that damned Factory. Things the Prototype doesn't want us to discover.
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kyouka-supremacy · 5 months
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I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch
#Because otherwise I can feel I won't last much longer#Because like. The last two hyperfixations of mine ended the moment I started feeling like there wasn't any new content#And two days ago in one day I started a new manga a new book and rewatching a favourite show#Whereas I hadn't started anything new in the two years ever since I got into bsd. Which makes it NOT a good sign#But the bsd anime has now ended for one month and 25 days and that's the last time the plot actually moved forward.#And if I counted right. The manga took 4 chapters (that is chapters 110-111) to adapt 6 minutes#That means it's going to take another 12 months (18 minutes left to adapt. that's 12 more chapters) to catch up with the anime#Yeah I'm not. sticking around this long with nothing new to see I'm sorry#Best case scenario I take a one year hiatus but that doesn't make it sound likely that I'll be back#And I know it's fresh news as early as this morning that author said they were introducing a new character but like.#They also said they finished writing this arc like. One year and half ago if I remember correctly?#And we still have yet to see the end of i t so...#That is to say. I'll probably be starting an anime rewatch starting next Wednesday. I've been meaning to do it for a while anyway#I don't want to leave the fandom I like the one chapter a month format#On the positive news I still have a queue of original posts that spans over ten months#And I was meaning to start the reblogs queue too in these days. So there's that#random rambles
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lucifer's never gonna recover from this
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
When they reach his house, the first thing Dustin does is switch the shower on until the water runs hot, because Steve started shivering on the drive over, and Eddie kept glancing over at him in deep concern whenever he gave a more intense shudder, his wet clothes sticking to the back of his seat.
After agreeing to stay over, Steve had slipped into an eerie kind of calm, drifting upstairs to his room to get some dry clothes, doubling back for his toothbrush with a self-directed sigh of exasperation.
He’s quiet as Dustin shows him the shower dial, and even though he nods and smiles, at least, his eyes always land just to the left of Dustin, not quite looking at him.
Dustin tries not to let it sting.
He just blasts a hairdryer in his room to warm himself up, hasn’t got as drenched by the rain as Steve did.
He’s heading to the living room when he hears voices—
“…long has it been like this?”
—and stops.
“I—I don’t. Not. Not all the time.”
“So long enough then. What, are we talking weeks? Months?”
There’s a horrible silence.
“Oh, Steve. Fuck, man, don’t say it’s been years.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
Eddie’s voice wavers when he asks, “On your own?”, like he’s fighting tears. That’s just his way, Dustin thinks. Heart on his sleeve.
“Well. Yeah.”
Steve’s words are clipped, as if he’s irritated, but Dustin gets the feeling that it’s more Steve forcibly trying to stop anything more from spilling out.
“Eddie. Come on, don’t look at me like that.”
Eddie laughs, shattered at the edges. “Can’t control my face, Harrington, ‘fraid I can’t help you there.”
“I mean it, it’s not like—it’s not been that bad all the fucking time, you know? Just. Lately, it’s. Got worse.”
Dustin silently presses his back against the wall and sinks down to the floor. A part of him feels embarrassed that he’s eavesdropping like a little kid, but he can’t help it. If he reveals himself now, he has the sudden fear that Steve will stop talking for a long while.
Eddie breathes in. Out. “In what way?”
“Like. Nightmares and stuff.”
“So walk me through it?”
“Eddie…”
“What? Didn’t know I had the monopoly on sharing fucked up dreams.”
“It’s… I don’t remember all of them. Just… just the feeling when I wake up, it’s…” Dustin hears Steve take a shaky breath, muffled like his hand is briefly covering his mouth. “It’s spreading.”
“…Spreading?”
“I can’t stop it anymore.” Suddenly it’s as if Eddie’s simple prompting has made something inside Steve snap; he’s really talking now, rapid-fire, like he’s running out of time. “I wake up, and I can’t—I just know that I’ve… I’ve fucked up somehow. That I’ve… I’ve lost. Someone. Everyone. Feels like the fucking walls are closing in. It’s—it’s when I’m awake, too. I can’t stop thinking—a-and it’s not even Upside Down shit, not all the time. It’s… Robin was late to work once, and something told me that she—she was dead, and I…”
A creak of someone sitting down on the couch. The soft rustle of fabric. Dustin doesn’t need to see to know that Steve and Eddie are sitting next to one another—that from the fragile way Steve exhales, Eddie is hugging him.
“Christ, Steve. That’s… no-one can just—just deal with that alone, okay? That shit’s poison.”
Steve laughs brokenly. “I can’t just—what else am I supposed to—Eddie, it’s everywhere, it’s—I wake up and I check every fucking car wreck on the news, ‘cause I just—I just have this awful feeling that. That the kids, they’ve…”
Dustin thinks of Steve jokingly scolding them whenever they’re late for him to pick them up, his routine call of, “Hey, shitheads! Seatbelts on or you’re walking.” He feels sick.
“But last night, it…” Eddie sounds tentative. “It was worse?”
“Just… nightmare. Upside Down.”
But the return of the clipped tone to Steve’s voice betrays that there’s more to it.
“Steve.”
It’s kind of amazing, Dustin thinks, how just by saying Steve’s name, it somehow sounds like Eddie is saying, Please tell me and I’m here—and probably more.
“I’ve…” Steve inhales sharply. “I’ve never dreamt that you—that you made it before. You’re always… I’m always too late, and you’re dying, or you’re already dead, but…”
Eddie sounds a bit shaky, too. “But?”
“Not last night. I thought—I fucking thought it was better, it was all quiet, and there were dead bats on the ground, and I was at your trailer, and you were opening the door, you’d made it, and… And then you. You said.”
“Okay, take a breath—”
“You said, ‘One got in.’ That’s all you kept saying one got in, and I was fucking shaking you, trying to help you snap out of it, and… Then I saw what you meant. That. That Dustin.”
“Oh God.”
“It had sliced through his neck. Eddie, he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t stop bleeding.”
“All right. Hey, I’ve got you, just—”
“And then I woke up. And I… I thought. And when I-I went to check—”
“The phone wouldn’t work.”
“Yeah. Think I lost it, a bit.” A deep, weary sigh. “Embarrassing.”
“It’s not. Steve, I fucking promise you that it’s not.”
“Then I… I don’t know. Think I threw up, maybe twice. Drove until I. Until I couldn’t.”
Another creak. Eddie getting off the couch. Footsteps. Running water.
“Here. You’re probably dehydrated to hell.”
Slow sips.
“Hey, Steve. Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For telling me.”
A silence goes on for long enough that Dustin feels he wouldn’t be intruding, if he entered. But he waits. Just in case.
There’s a little miaow by his feet. Tews, blinking slowly up at him.
Dustin gently nudges him towards the living room until he obligingly trots inside.
The reaction is instant.
“Baby,” Eddie says reverently, and Dustin nearly laughs because oh, that’s right; they’ve not met before.
Steve chuckles, makes a soft, encouraging clicking noise. “Hey, bud.”
Dustin stands up. His mom told him once that cats can sense when someone’s in pain, even if they’re silent about it.
When he enters the living room, Tews is curled up in Steve’s lap, purring loudly. Eddie’s got one arm flung across the couch, resting just behind Steve’s head; with his other hand, he’s scratching Tews—the favoured spot, right under the chin.
Steve looks like he might—not sleep, not exactly, but that he might doze off a little.
Dustin doesn’t bother being that quiet, remembers one time when they’d all taken over Steve’s couches, watching movies, and he’d made fun of Steve for his eyelids drooping within the first thirty minutes.
“Can’t help it, dude. When you little shits talk, it’s like white noise,” Steve had said—which at the time, he’d made it sound like an insult, but now Dustin can see that there’s some truth in it.
He lifts a take-out menu off the fridge, folds it into an aeroplane and throws it at Eddie’s chest.
“I’m starving.”
Steve sinks a little more into the couch. His head tips back slightly, and then Eddie’s fingers are lightly skimming through Steve’s hair.
Eddie laughs quietly, takes the menu and says, all hushed and theatrical, “Why, boy, you’re naught but skin and bone!”
Then he smiles, and his head tilts just a bit in acknowledgement—like he knows Dustin had given them the time alone.
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