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transmascsimonriley · 6 days

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rough week

#got mw2 for my birthday and finished the campaign so have a doodle #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #mw2 #cod fanart #call of duty #ignore the fact that i didn't bother to look up a reference for their gear lol

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redwitchrune · 1 month

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the commanders batch and their adopted captain go to 79's

plus a little close-up :)

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ghouljams · 9 months

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I do love the mental image you supplied of Price being out there with a broom trying to shoo the Mimic away, like-

Price: Get out of here, shoo!

Mimic: :((

Price: No! Go find another witch to snack on! *whacks*

Mimic: :(((((

You watch from your window as Price leaves your garden. The not-moose moves from one side of the wall towards Price. You aren't sure why that makes your stomach twist. You grip your chest, twisting your shirt in your hand, feeling that warm magic buzz at the tips of your finger again. Price can take care of himself, you're sure of it.

Price feels his tethers pull tight as the mimic walks towards him. The overgrown beast doesn't even have the common courtesy to pretend to be a regular animal. It stares right at him, it's eyes moving in different directions as it attempts to keep its focus on you as well as the new threat. Price cracks his knuckles, moves towards the mimic with the same predatory intent that it had been.

"Fuck off," Price advises the mimic, "kindly."

The mimic stops, shakes it's head. It's lips pull back in what Price is sure is supposed to be a terrifying display. He will admit that the noise it makes is downright unsettling, the sobbing wail that seems to broadcast from the mimic. It's face doesn't move at all, the sound just shakes out of it. Price raises a brow.

"You don't look starving."

Another wail from the mimic, the moose turns and butts its horns against the threshold. The twist of horn against your wards makes even Price grimace. It unhinges its jaw to press the full extent of its teeth against the garden's barrier. Price growls, leaning to reach over the wall to grab your watering can.

The iron burns.

Price twitches, his jaw clenched as his head pulls to one side. The unnatural sting of metal against his skin is almost as unpleasant as the scream the mimic lets out upon seeing it. The glassy eyes of it roll to look at him, it slides its teeth off the threshold like dragging knives through molasses. It gives another wail, almost bargaining. Price weighs the sentiment against the iron in his grasp before swinging the can hard at the mimic.

The creature flinches, stumbling back away from him. It drops its head low, menacing. Price doesn't move except to raise his free hand and make a shoo-ing motion.

"If you're not going to leave on your own I have no qualms makin' you."

The mimics eyes roll between Price and the house. It's lips curl, tongue lolling out over its razor sharp teeth. The menacing posturing doesn't let up, in fact the mimic almost seems to be challenging that assertion.

"Price," it sobs in your voice. Price's eyes narrow, his grip on the iron watering can tightening. The burn of it bites into his flesh.

"Now you're tryin' to make me mad." He growls, the mimic takes a half step back, "I'm tryin' to be civil, bet you can't even remember that part of yourself."

A step forward, the mimic attempts another show of aggression only to be caught by the swing of cold iron. The metal scrapes fur and flesh from its muzzle, oily blood sloughing off it into the snow before it can pull its skin back together. It scrambles back away from Price, away from your property. The mimic tries another sobbing voice, aiming for sympathy over threats. Isn't it pathetic? Cursed with only might and the decaying sense it once had as a human. If it could just get enough magic...

"Then find another witch to snack on, this one's mine." Though Price imagines any witch it finds will yield the exact same results. Well, maybe not exactly the same. He can't think of a single other fae that would- That would be eager to help? Have the tethers to be called on? The conviction to grab Iron in defense of their- of a witch. God help him this is getting out of hand.

The mimic seems to ponder this for a moment. It's neck twisting its head one way then another, its horns scraping the snowy ground as it does. It lets out an agreeable is terrified scream, before turning and making its way back into the thicket of trees. Price watches it go for a moment before tossing the watering can back towards the fence with a pained swear.

He grips his wrist, staring at the consumed flesh, the sinew revealed by the acidic burn of the iron. His fingers clench and shake, the muscles pulled tight with pain. Behind him the house door opens and closes, the iron back gate creaks, the sound of rapid footsteps through snow reaches him. He turns in time for you to throw your arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," You squeeze your arms tightly around his shoulders. Price wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you more securely against his chest. You pull away too quickly to cup his face graciously, briefly, between your hands. He can feel his tethers singing for you as you leave his hold, eager to have you close again. His fingers still drag along your waist, reluctant to stop touching you as you turn to grab his injured hand.

Your fingers are so gentle as they graze the outer edges of the wound. Your expression pained, it makes him want to rip his hand from your hold. Instead he lets you finish your exam, his fingers tightening on your waist when you prod a little too hard. You mumble a quiet apology and release his hand, crouching to pick up a handful of snow.

"This might feel a little strange," You tell him, without actually telling him what exactly it is that's going to feel strange. You press the snow against his hand, careful to spread the ice down his fingers as well. Sort of weird that you'd think he'd never iced a burn before.

You lean over his hand, your face close to the snow, close enough he can feel the brush of your breath as you exhale. Then your lips move, and he feels it. The soft shift of the wind, the ringing in his ears, the lacing of his skin knitting back together under rapidly melting ice, the magic that races up his arm and circulates through his heart like a shot of ecstasy. Your grip on his wrist is far flung from the light touches it was, and he sees why now.

Your magic makes him want to jerk away, an involuntary reaction that he tries to steady as soon as it happens. It's hot and molten, it rustles past his ears like a sea breeze, and it is a foreign body invading his own. Price's pulse races, instinct keyed to the highest settings, and you are mouthwatering. All potential power and pretty packaging. He brushes your hair off your neck with his uninjured hand. You're so trusting. He can feel the itch in his teeth, and smell blood.

Price grips your shoulder hard enough to bruise, and leans down to press his teeth to your neck. He can feel your pulse rushing under his tongue, smell your scent under all those lovely herbs. You drop his hand and he's quick to thread it through your hair, to hold your neck long for his consumption. There's no pain, and the tethers between you are so brilliantly warm. No pain. Price blinks. The ringing is gone, the sea breeze gone, you're not holding his hand. You're finished.

He pull back, looks at how you've squeezed your eyes shut, lips thin with fear. That's not right. Fuck.

"Fuck," Price clears his throat, it feels like he hasn't had anything to drink in days, "I'm not gonna hurt you, that's-" He takes his hands off you, as a show of sincerity. Tension bleeds out of you as you open your eyes.

"I told you, it'll feel weird." You tell him, turning quickly to go and grab your watering can. Weird is not how he'd describe it, nor is that how he would've warned about it. But it's done now.

"That was real magic," Price swallows, flexes his fingers now miraculously, magically, healed. You don't miss a step in your quick pace back to your garden.

"It's all real magic," You call over your shoulder, "I just didn't use a buffer this time."

You only turn to look at him when you're closing your garden gate, your smile a little shy and your cheeks pink. You mouth a last 'thank you' and disappear into your house. It's strange. There should be a new tether between you, something solid, something the weight of unfiltered magical expertise, but there's nothing. Even done out of just the kindness of your heart he should have some evidence that you'd done him a service, nobody gives themselves that freely. Even those that do, a recipient would never accept such a gift without a debt; save maybe the few foolish enough to think they're in love.

Fuck.

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sharkysherbetz · 4 months

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I want to give the fs links different little designs so here are some sketches of Blue and Vio in a brush I never want to use for sketching again

#red was there but he wasn't finished and i didn't feel like finishing #and Green idk I didn't feel like drawing him #the legend of zelda #four swords #fsa #blue link #vio link #my art #DONT LOOK AT THE HANDS BTW GHJGGShdjfjn theyre just sketches so its okay but also its bothering me

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phonydiaries · 3 months

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was looking through my old sketchbook from last semester and thought I'd compile my Alice sketches (I love her london hair,,, scruffy black cat vibes) plus a bonus paperdoll P in Wonderland skin that I never ended up inking

#ignore the fact that i didn't bother to draw a chair in the one where she's sitting #i could still finish wonderland p tbh i might #lies of p #Alice madness returns #my art

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kiiwrii · 3 months

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Day 8- Living Dead

#nevermore #nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #berenice nevermore #eulalie nevermore #berenice x eulalie #I didn't think I would finish this in time but looks like I made it so here you go #Ignore the fact I didn't even bother with the lower half of Eulalie's outfit #expect about one more femslashfeb from me I'm terribly slow and there's no way I can finish that many in time

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violetvulpini · 19 days

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This was going to be part of a set, but the other clips have been stuck in wip limbo for like a year. I'll post the other two finished ones later! Audio

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #raphael hamato #michelangelo hamato #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #idk if I'll ever finish any of the others but I have a little stash of Slimecicle clips that I want to animate Leo to SO BAD #you can literally just open a slimecicle video and pretend its Leo. He fits so perfectly #animation #also 'finished' I say like I wasn't planning to color these and just. didn't #it's so old the mistakes are bothering me. into the web with you

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mewkwota · 5 months

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Oh my gosh something with Leon in it. (It's Leon's ominous ghost.)

This one was an attempt at a redraw of a meme for the occasion of Leon (and Drac's son's) cameo in OBAKEIDORO! some while ago. I think if you can tell which image it was originally.

It's not often you see me drawing Leon in a funnier light, but this was never finished because I got tired, and I had to draw the other guy-- I had a hard time figuring out how stupid I wanted to go with his face.

#I had another old sketch where leon's pose didn't turn out quite right either #this was the much better one but now it will never be finished (just like how leon will never join you mathias) mwahaha #sorry this still sounds like such a funny idea but I don't think I'll ever bother to return to it #maybe I'll change my mind I still kept the sketch #doodle-daas #akumajou dracula #leon belmont

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lenateliier · 1 year

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I think they're breaching the ethical standards for doctor-patient relationships?

#RAHHH THIS TOOK FOREVER #not to mention it was my first time ever using clip studio #....which tbh i probably actually used only 1% of it's maximum capacity #BUT ANYWAY....IT WAS A CHALLENGE...#i exported this baby back into procreate to finish off the border 😭☝️ could I have done it in csp? probably! didn't want to bother though #padpa and rutile you are the only ever #hnk #houseki no kuni #宝石の国 #hnk fanart #houseki no kuni fanart #padparadscha #padparascha hnk #hnk padparadscha #rutile #hnk rutile #rutile hnk #my art

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dianagj-art · 9 months

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Aparently I never shared this here so... *throws this at you*

#I could go on a very long rant on why I didn't finish it while I was in college #and why I never continued it after I graduated even when I said I would #but I'm not gonna bother any of you with my tragedies (not more than I normaly do)#dg art #dg animated #dg oc #<-I guess??#Youtube

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papersak · 7 months

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You can now invite Giovanni to the Trainer Lodge in Pokemon Masters. But at what cost? 😢

I needed to get this out of my head and drew some of the derpiest expressions I've done in ages. Felt like a throwback to when I drew comics without a care in the world. Except I do still care... about Silver.

#i just didn't care about hands #pokemon #rival silver #rocket boss giovanni #pokemon masters #i finished giovanni's story and photo this morning rofl #wondering if i should bother getting to 100 before I never invite him again #didn't bother drawing betti's backpack either man i had a story to tell

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youngblood-valkyrie · 2 months

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