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#gonna start posting these in batches
diamondsheep · 2 months
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Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever 💛💛💛
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majorbaby · 1 year
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"kim" speedpaint/redraw
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vigilbutts · 1 year
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Batch #1 from the February VS art party!!
I have so many sketches to work on/finish up for this still :'3
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foundationaldecay · 1 year
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as always shoutout to women in rock (x, x, x)
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mg549 · 11 months
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mermay 9/15- “patch fish”
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nyx-lyris · 2 years
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am i the only one who gets irked when they see fanfiction where the author is so desperately trying to use “fancy language”, but they don’t have the vocabulary for it so they just wind up writing really long-winded descriptions, using words in entirely the wrong spots, and generally make themselves look stupid? cause i do.
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mvndrvke · 1 year
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i’ll be around in a bit, anyone want a one liner when i’m on?
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wrender · 2 years
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I just finished my last artfight attack of the year :] 
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corvid-gae · 1 year
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Final pages (4-7) of Our Future Fantasy chapter one
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anything-viva · 1 year
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brandy batch 1
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decembermoonskz · 1 year
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📝 request update
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boggsart · 24 days
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For the past couple of weeks I’ve been talking about a Bad Batch project I’ve been working on, that grew out to be something much bigger. After a lot of convincing and fighting with my teachers…
…Surprise surprise, I’m making a game for my small thesis project (yes, we have this thing called small thesis at year 3, the real thesis project begins at year 5) at uni, called Republic Troops. Well sort of, cuz sadly, it’s not gonna be a real playable game. Reason is, that this whole project has to be finished by November, and I’m working on this all by myself, and I have classes with multiple projects I haven’t even started working on, so you can imagine how much time I have lmfao.
This “game” will get multiple character posters of all the playable characters, meaning The Bad Batch, Coruscant Guard, the 501st, the 212th, the Wolfpack, and if @highgroundanimations gives me permission, I’m gonna include his 241st characters as well.
I will also make a short trailer/promo animation of all the characters in action with some sick ass music. The whole thing will also get a game menu as well, where you can select the characters and take a closer look at them (sort of like in battlefront 2)with some basic idle animations and with some talking.
This is the first poster out of the 6. I wouldn’t call it finished yet, cuz I’m still waiting for approval from my teacher lol. I’m gonna keep posting all of the posters once all of them are approved, but if you’re interested in the technical side of this whole project as well, give me a follow on instagram @nagy_bogix, cuz that’s where I’m gonna post a lot of technical stuff and most of the animations.
I hope Disney won’t sue my ass for using that logo lol
Coruscant Guard
501st
104th
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colleendoran · 5 months
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No Twitter.
As you all know, I'm not really on social media much anymore, and I barely go on Twitter at all, maybe 5 minutes a week to make sure the account hasn't been compromised. Most of my posts go up using fedica, or I have an assistant post them. She pops me stuff via email, I pop answers back.
It looks like I'm on Twitter, but I use the Cold Turkey app to block myself. It is impossible to bypass. I simply don't want anything more than the most superficial access to Twitter. It messes me up, not gonna sugar coat it.
While I was in hospital, the conflict between Israel and Gaza was starting. My assistant who runs my twitter account followed some accounts and liked some tweets. I don't even get the impression she liked what she was, you know, liking, but simply highlighted comments to follow conversations. 
I also often like things I don't even like too, because I almost never use the bookmark.
She also likes a lot of things in a row so she can screen shot them in one batch and email them to me, especially fan comments.
She liked some political posts and followed some political accounts. This was brought to my attention some time ago. 
I stay out of political conflict in my professional spaces.
I asked her to be careful about likes and follows and to remove anything and everything that wasn't in keeping with the professional nature of my social media presence. She did.
Apparently, I am now being denounced as an evil Zionist, because someone screen shotted a few tweets that had likes on them.
Frankly, I'm not even sure what Zionist means to people on Twitter, and do not have the expertise to discuss Middle East politics on social media. It's all just terribly sad to me, but I've been avoiding almost everything not directly related to my work, especially while I've been medicated.
I am not going to fire my assistant for this boundaries-crossing, as someone suggested as a solution to this mess. She's been a good friend for almost twenty years.
I've asked her to be more careful maintaining boundaries between her account and mine in public and personal spaces.
That's all.
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wavesbysea · 2 years
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i just graduated :) and with latin honors! yey 
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quintinh43 · 2 months
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Stressed Spelled Backward Is Desserts | Quinn Hughes
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Summary: Quinn comes home to his girlfriend stress baking.
Pairings: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
Warnings: Food, Flirting, Fluff, use of terms like baby, honey, love.
Notes: Hi guys!! Holy moly, I did not expect my last post to have so many interactions!! I'm glad yall liked it. Anyways, here's another one! If there's anything else yall think should go in warnings, please let me know! Also, I'm thinking of making a part 2 to this one, so if yall are interested, please let me know! I hope yall enjoyyy. Love Soph.
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Usually, the sound of the apartment door opening would be enough to draw your attention away from what you were doing and greet Quinn with a kiss at the door. Although with the music in the background, the consistent buzz of the stand mixer and the kitchen fan going, you didn't register it.
The first thing Quinn noticed was the smell. It smelt like sweet heaven. Cookies, maybe..? The second thing he noticed was all the different noises. The kitchen fan, the music, a weird buzzing, and what sounded like you mixing something in a metal bowl.
Quinn toed off his shoes, hung up his keys, and peaked into the kitchen cautiously. You were indeed mixing something in a metal bowl. That's when Quinn noticed the absolute massive amount of cookies spread out on the kitchen island. There must've been at least five different kinds.
He turned off the music, and as soon as he did, you whipped around and crashed into his chest, not expecting him to be so close. He grabbed your arms to stop you from stumbling backward.
"Hi," he smiles fondly, pecking you on the forehead.
"Hello," you grin, bumping your head against his chest in greeting.
"Whats all this?" He asks as you wriggle out of his arms to go back to mixing what Quinn assumes is icing or filling of some kind.
"I was stressed," you shrug, as if that explained it.
Quinn looks at you with a raised brow. He sits on the bar stool, shrugging off his suit jacket, loosening his tie and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt "That doesn't explain why it looks like a bakery threw up in our kitchen." He says, plucking a cookie off the plate.
He bites into it and resists the urge to moan out loud. It was still warm from the oven, and the chocolate was warm and melty. On the second bite, he actually moaned out loud because holy shit, there was caramel in the middle.
"You like it?" You giggle
"Mhmm," Quinn mumbles around a mouthful of cookie. You watch him lick chocolate off his thumb, and he gives you a wink that has you blushing.
"You still never answered my question, Love," Quinn says, eyes roaming to the next cookie he wanted to try.
"You've never heard of stress baking?" You ask, holding out a spoon of what looks like raspberry mush for him to try. He leans over the counter and lets you feed him. He smacks his lips together, making a sour face, and you laugh.
"Never in my life, but I think I like the concept." He says, snatching what looks like a white macadamia nut cookie off a cooling rack. "But still, what are we gonna do with all of these? There's no way we can eat this much cookies between the two of us. There must be at least five dozen!"
"Probably closer to eight dozen," you say sheepishly. As if on cue, the oven timer beeps. You don the oven mitts and pull another tray of cookies out of the oven.
Quinns eyes widen, "That's like...ninety-six cookies"
"One hundred and four actually"
"What? No? Eight by twelve -"
"Thirteen," you interrupt
"Love, a dozen is twelve." Quinn says, watching as you mix the raspberry lemon jam thing into cookie, another batch of cookie dough.
"A bakers dozen is thirteen." Quinn's eyes go wide.
"Damn. I don't know if I should be concerned about what's causing you so much stress or if I should start stressing you out once in a while for the sake of some dessert." He jokes.
"Oh honey, you don't have to stress me out, to bake for you. I will bake you whatever you want whenever you want. All you gotta do is ask." You pause in thought for a moment "and maybe fuck me" you add with a mischievous grin.
Quinn grins leaning over the counter "baby i'll fuck you whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want, all you gotta do is ask."
You roll your eyes at him, unable to keep the smile off your face. "You wanna lick the spoon?" You ask, holding the jam spoon out to him.
"I wanna lick you," he grins, closing his lips over the spoon. A blush instantly rises to your cheeks, and you flick the end of the spoon that hangs out of his mouth. He groans as it clangs against his teeth, dropping it onto the counter as you laugh at him.
"Go change and come help me," you say, leaning over the counter to kiss him. He kisses you back happily "yes chef" he murmers against your lips.
He kisses you one more time before disappearing into the bedroom to change. He comes back out dressed in a black henly and grey sweats, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
If you hadn't just made over one hundred cookies, you'd be having Quinn as your snack because holy shit did he look fine. Damn you were lucky to have him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn asks a little self conscious, as he dons the apron you hand him.
"I'm just thinking about how I'm so lucky to have you." You smile, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. He wraps an arm around you, not letting you pull away. He tastes like raspberry. 
"I love you Y/n" he murmers against your lips with a grin.
"I love you too," you say, bumping your hip against his, "come on, these cookies aren't gonna shape themselves"
"So bossy." he chuckles, getting to work beside you. He stands close enough so that your hips and arms are brushing against each other as you work.
After a few hours, a flour fight, a couple dozen more cookies, a thorough scrubbing of the kitchen and a shower, you and Quinn lay on the couch with a half eaten plate of cookies infront of you.
"Y/n love, what are we gonna do with a hundred cookies?"
You sigh. That was a problem you'd been trying to solve for the past while. You couldn't very well throw them out. "Could we give them to the team?"
Quinn taps his chin in thought, "I don't want them to know how good of a baker my girl is, or they might try to steal you from me"
"Don't worry, they couldn't take me from you if they tried." You smile, pressing a kiss to chin,"but seriously, can we give them to the team?"
Quinn sighs dramatically. "Yes, I suppose we can. They are gonna have to do extra laps for them, though"
"Yay!" You jump up from the couch, dragging Quinn with you, to help box up all the cookies for him to take to practice later. After boxing up all the cookies and helping Quinn take them to his car, you kiss him goodbye and reluctantly go back to your studying.
As soon as you open your laptop, you sigh, remembering why you decided to bake a hundred cookies instead of work on this stupid shit. You text Quinn to have a good practice, and with that, you get back to work.
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Wc: 1.2k
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themilkiemooth · 3 months
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UUUUUM HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
NOW CULT
Listen i got back into cult after hearing of the update late last year and ive been gaming and thinking alot!!
So now its time to put those thoughts onto (digital) Paper and show you all!
i got a whole story for my Cult and i hope i can throw it here
honestly, there are many games I want to draw for, like Hades, Hollow Knight, Pokemon and so on, but we shall start slow and go with the biggest recurring fave i got! Cult of The Lamb!
So to start Take my Lamb and Narinder Designs >:D
Ps probably gonna have me vomit out images of the update and just mess around with photo mode in-game for tomorrows post or batch of posts :P
Sorry for my spelling.. and grammar leave me alone i struggle TvT
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