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prince-sawgrass · 10 days
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dod + false dod designs
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creepfactors · 7 months
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a man needs a maid
lord help me because im having many a serious thoughts about them; i reiterate the slowburn potential is wild!
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rysttle · 25 days
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HELLO HI!!!
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I know it's boop day but I MADE A LIL DUNMESHI ANIMATIC AAAAAAAA
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cherrytraveller · 1 year
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all i wanted to do was do a warm-up...
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Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis by @/mutantninjamidlifecrisis We’ll Meet Again Soon by @/chiangyorange Trial & Error by @/apatheticrobots
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lil-dragon-draws · 2 months
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little snippet from a sketchbook spread i’m working on ~
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cjskribblez · 5 months
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Red life designs/doodles
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thesunisatangerine · 7 months
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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part one
alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader
status: completed
(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]
word count: 1.1k
The thing was, you didn’t plan on getting laid tonight. 
After a couple of days trying to settle in at Barcelona and looking for your lost luggage, all you wanted to do was to finally start your vacation. You just wanted to relax and experiencing the night life in Barcelona was definitely a good way to officially kick it off. 
So there you were at the bar of an (apparently) exclusive night club in the city–the location was emailed to you by Derek with a VIP pass and a note that said, ‘have fun ;)’–nursing your second, half-empty glass of mojito, the speakers blasting rhythmic reggaeton music, when a woman slid into the space next to you, cool and confident with the way she leaned on her elbows against the counter as she gave the bartender her order in smooth spanish, “A gin rickey, please.”
The woman looked to be several years older than you–and taller, too, even with your heels on–and maybe it was the alcohol or the proximity but there was no stopping yourself from openly admiring her. Her black, cropped top and her tight, high-rise pants revealed perfectly broad shoulders and toned arms, as well as the taught lines of her stomach. When your eyes travelled back to her face, you found her looking at you with a raised brow and immediately, your cheeks warmed. The fact that you were gawking shamelessly and got caught doing so… just wow.
Words of apology were already on your tongue but the curves of her lips were mesmerising, the elegant slope of her brows distracting, and those eyes… the depth in them threatened to drown you that all coherent thought deserted you. 
“Wow,” you breathed out.
“Excuse me?” Came the bemused question, an instant slap to the face that sobered you up immediately. 
“I’m so–I’m sorry, that’s what I meant to say. I’m–” You palmed a hand over your face as you began but a small chuckle stopped you halfway. You risked a peek through your fingers and saw the woman with her lips to the glass, something akin to a teasing smirk on her face while she remained leaning on the counter by her hip. 
“You’re not from around here, are you?” The woman asked as she took a sip from her drink.
Not really the question you were expecting but you’d rather take a reprieve over a disaster. And at that, you smiled sheepishly at her. “Is it that obvious?”
“Hmm, no, not really. Your slight accent gave you away but your Spanish is impressive.”
“I’m still working on losing it but I’ll take that as a win. I’m assuming you’re from around here?”
“My home town is about an hour away outside of the city but I stay here most of the time for work.”
“That must be nice, being close to home.” Feeling more at ease now, you sipped at your drink. The woman did the same. Then you continued. “So, what do you do?”
For a moment there was nothing but music and chatter as the woman regarded you with an unreadable expression. Her eyes glinted–with what exactly? curiosity?–her head cocked slightly to the side. Then she sipped at her drink again. Did you say something offensive? you wondered.
“I work between the sport stadiums. And you? Where is home and what brings you to Barcelona?” 
It was clear from the vagueness of her answer that the stranger didn’t want to talk about her job and it didn’t help your growing interest for her. You wanted to ask her about further details but the dismissive tone with which she answered made you hold your tongue and her question, anyway, made you pause as you pondered to answer.
As an orphan who lived a few years in the system, the subject of where home was had always been a sore spot for you even if the stranger didn’t mean anything deeper by it. In some sense, your adoptive mom was home but there was always a part of you that longed for… something.  But, of course, you couldn’t bring that up right now especially to someone you just met. So you just told her where you were from, that you were on vacation, and that you work as a photojournalist for a press agency you helped establish. Something in your answer must had piqued the woman’s interest because her brows shot up.
“Which branch do you work in?”
“Spot news. But I’ve been meaning to expand my portfolio and get into another branch. Maybe try sports or portrait?”
The woman hummed in appreciation. “Any sports in particular? Wait, do you even like sports?”
“I honestly know close to nothing so I haven’t made a decision yet, but it will definitely be women’s sports,” you replied. She nodded and sipped at her drink again, never breaking her gaze from yours and you felt your cheeks warm again. Those eyes… they were dangerous; they lit up every nerve in your body and it felt good. You continued. “What about you? Are you much of a sports person?”
And to your total bafflement, the woman beamed at you, radiant and glowing, dimples in her cheeks as mirth shone in her eyes.
“What?” you asked, a bit nervous and at somewhat of a loss. 
The stranger let out a small chuckle, shook her head slightly as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, an attempt to hide her smile. “Nothing, nothing. And yeah, I’m a big sports fan. Then a beat passed before she continued, “you ever thought of covering women’s football? There are plenty of matches happening in the domestic leagues right now.”
“Maybe I will,” you hummed, mulling it over. It sounded good actually. And then you asked, “what else do you suggest for someone to do in Barcelona?”
The woman downed her remaining drink and placed the empty glass on the counter. Before you knew it, you could feel the warmth of her breath against your ear and you shivered when she purred. “Dance, of course.”And then she was holding your hand, pulling you off of the stool you were on, and began dragging you to the direction of the dance floor. 
All at once, warmth encompassed you: the crowd immediately swallowed you both, bodies pressed on you but the heat that emanated from the woman before you was the sole beacon for your attention. She had a loose arm around your waist and as the both of you danced to the music, you took that opportunity to wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. She slowed down and she still had enough height on you that she had to lower her head.
“I never caught your name,” you spoke into her ear. 
“I’m Ale,” she replied. She pulled back to smile down at you. And then, she kissed you. 
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19burstraat · 14 days
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Apropos of all my musings about queer temporality and rejection of reproductive futurity etc etc I simply do not believe Kanej would ever have kids sorry. To my mind Kaz was born to be your dad's dubious, extremely rich friend who gives you a wodge of cash on holidays and birthdays, and Inej was born to offer to kill your ex and take you home when you're drunk and missed curfew and MUM WILL BE SO MADDD. To all Dregs-related children they're like the weird aunt and uncle who burn movies illegally onto DVDs for you, teach you to swear, let you eat loads of sugar, and then dump you back on your actual parents in order to shirk the consequences of all the sugar and swearing. All kids have to be sixteen before you get the 'so not only is Kaz in organised crime, he basically IS organised crime' chat. They hit your ex boyfriend's car. They bought you a pony. They said they'd bail you out of jail and you didn't think they were joking. Etc.
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madam-monarch · 16 days
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[ Found a TikTok trend where people personified The Smiler Rollercoaster, and I got hocked up on the Smiler „lore“… so anyways Personified Smiler! :) ]
[ Also yes this whole damn rollercoaster has lore and a story line u can’t make this shit up… ]
ALSO obsessed whit the aesthetic so my next Kinitopet sona will be based on the smiler lol…
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courviknight · 4 months
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happy holidays and a happy new year, @ko-rka!! i am your secret santa for @fmasecretsanta ^^
i drew for you emo punk ed fashion, cats, and stars... and let me tell you, it's been SUCH a pleasure drawing as i've listened to your mcr playlist!! i ended up liking a lot of songs on spotify back-to-back, but some of my favorites were "to the end" and "sleep"
i hope you like it, and i'm wishing you the best for the new year! :]
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ratchet · 8 months
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everything will become clear, trust in the plan. there is a plan. Rhys Darby as Casper in Relax, I'm from the Future
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crazghetti · 2 years
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the sweetest couple
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phykoha · 1 year
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Made these to send to the competitors in the @tmntaucompetition !!
(I'm a little nervous to send them but khgfsdjfsdjfsd we'll see who gets some eheh,,)
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since I saw your post of frank going butterfly hunting with their skirt, it got me wondering..what if eddie too had a skirt!
I imagine frank got him into the whole flowy dress ordeal. probably wears one when going through his mail shift or while working on the garden with frank.
oh my gosh...matching skirts!
considering that apparently Eddie has done drag, i imagine that its probably the other way around!!
i gotta a little lost in the sauce w/ these and forgot what the rest of the ask said besides "FranklyDear in skirts" oopsies <3
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clownsuu · 9 months
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Have you been to the site yet bc the canon voices are CRAZY GOOD THEY WERE COOKING
Y E A A. A H H H H H H HH MAN I FUGGIN LOVE HOWDY'S VOICE DAWG UGGGHHH MY BOYYYYY ;;;;;;;;
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psycho-net2000 · 1 month
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Some warm up/thumbnail sketches that ended up not being warm up/thumbnail sketches (that's why some little details are missing)
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