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mourninglamby · 8 months

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ouchies

#I’m tired as fuck #dsmp #my art #fanart #art #no more tags #too tired #song is just for vibe I’ve been obsessed and I miss sharing musica…sniffle

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mushramoo · 8 months

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did it very fast so I know it’s cringe and yucky etc but I want more first interactions between the Emilys and Aftons in game

#I just really like the concept of confrontations #I also am a sucker for the puppet in general so that has no bearing on this at all nooooo #fnaf #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanart #art #fnaf art #video games #fnaf puppet #charlie Emily #william afton #fnaf william afton #fnaf springtrap #springtrap #puppet #fnaf 3 kinda #five nights at freddy's #fnafblr #sorry for all the tags I’m tired

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len-yx · 7 months

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“You know who”

I LITERALLY DO NOT THIS COULD BE LIKE 40 DIFFERENT MFS

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housewifebuck · 7 months

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yeah cause you already have one

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mothmothwoth · 4 months

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the three groups during todays lore

The egg team trying to kill forever, break bad outta prison, and find where dapper is being held

Badboyhalo and Mike having a fun catchup session while they sit in prison

and finally the death family dragging Phil kicking and screaming into angst and lore

#qsmp #fanart #art #qsmp fanart #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp eggs #qsmp tallulah #tallulah fanart #tubbo #badboyhalo #i- I’m not tagging anything else you guys can figure it out #I’m tired

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dread-knight · 2 years

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poop

#To the ppl tagging this with other sodas make your own damn post!!#Tired of seeing this in my notifs so I’m turning reblogs off <3 leave.#Fine. Go ahead. I don’t care anymore #Turning reblogs off again bc people are being really fucking rude and annoying. Relax

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geminison · 7 months

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Continuing my Disco Elysium style portraits series, Daud The Knife of Dunwall

#I’m the ruin of his house kind of vibes #oof that one was tough #but I like how it turned out #someone tagged the last Corvo piece as eye strain and I agree. that’s the point ahaha #dishonored #daud #I’ll probably do billie and Emily too but not gonna promise anything #got really tired in the end #art tag #also I used my own picture as a ref. very useful #disco elysium

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god-u · 6 months

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#GODDDKSJSK #gen v #marie moreau #jordan li #limoreau #marie x jordan #mariejordan #jordanmarie #*#caps #s1e4 #i got the goth part down ☠️☠️#x #i’m tired of tagging every limoreau variation rn so this will have to do #alright imma add them now lol

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andminnequin · 1 month

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Ace’s robes card groovy

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starrcrossrose · 3 months

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“This Is A Bad Idea”

“I Don’t Care”

Uhh HAPPY VALENTINES DAY *throws guys kissing at you and runs away*

If you wanna see more of them I have a LOT on my Patreon. Uhhhh yeah bYE —

#I’m so tired of being afraid of sharing simple smooching #what’s some making out between two dudes in their mid 20’s?#they are down bad #*shakes them in a jar full of marbles*#kissing #smooching #make out #idk how else to tag this #leoichi #LeoSagi #they ARE ADULTS OKAY #(hate feeling like I need to defend myself before posting anything but it’s my art and my au and I can do what I want)#I hope ppl like this #I just really love how the arm and hand on Leo came out #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME

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adriancatrin · 2 months

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katara sees her brother and bff approaching something that can make them happy and says no interruptions

based on this photo from the live action cast

#my art #i learned SO MUCH about digital coloring while working on this. i can’t wait to try to put it to practice from the start and on purpose #instead of stumbling upon leagues of info when i was already 95% done lol #anyways #zukka #idc about tagging rn tbh i’m tired #fuck backgrounds dude #hate that shit #i need to do lighting studies fr tho #i can’t do interesting light i just. don’t have the knowledge #makes me sad cuz lighting really makes or breaks pieces it seems #also lol i started this then stopped for like two hours and just sketched katara a fuck ton #what i landed on here isn’t my favorite but i liked the soft + gently amused emotion she’s showing #ok whatever i’m done rambling #post

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riality-check · 10 months

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TW: past verbal and emotional abuse

The Harrington house is a game of perfection.

Steve has known this fact for as long as he can remember. There is a right way, a narrow way, a rigid way, of doing things. Numbers dictate all: rebounds, points, and assists for basketball, new PRs in freestyle and backstroke for swim. The numbers themselves do not matter; all that does is that they grow and shrink appropriately.

Infinite growth is not sustainable; not for Steve's stats, not for Richard's stocks. Both of them strive for it anyway.

The house must be clean. The parties can't be busted. The people of Hawkins will only say good things about the Harrington family. Gloria strives for these things, day in and day out.

The Harrington house is also a game of Perfection.

Steve hated that game growing up. The one with the little yellow pieces and the blue board. He was never able to get all the pieces in the right spot before the board spit them all back out.

It made a ticking noise, like a time bomb. Steve doesn't know when he started associating that sound with his parents.

It fits. It fits almost too well. They're fine, at least for a little while. The ticking starts quiet, then grows louder and louder until everything blows up.

The thing is, in Perfection, that the board blows up even if you put all the pieces in the right spots in time. The thing is, in the Harrington house, that everything blows up even if Steve does everything right.

The ticking lasts for days sometimes, weeks others. It's impossible, random, and impossibly random.

The only consistent thing is the board blowing up. And when that happens, so does the shouting.

The Party thinks that Tommy and Carol taught Steve to be cruel. That they're the ones who taught him how to bare his fangs and spit venom. That once he left them, the rage left him.

He's okay with letting them think that. It's easier than explaining that Richard and Gloria are the ones who taught him how to snap and shout, how to tear holes in other people with a few well-spoken barbs.

When Steve thinks of his parents, he thinks of fighting. He thinks of his father calling him useless and his mother calling him an idiot. He thinks of his mother calling his father dirt and his father calling his mother a bitch.

There are never any apologies. "I'm sorry" is never said in the Harrington house, even when the board gets reset.

They say "I got you pizza for dinner." "I saw this at the store and thought of you." "Do you want to come with me to get gas?"

And with that, the ticking starts up again.

Horrible things are said when the board blows up. Steve says horrible things when the board blows up. He's called his father an asshole and his mother self-absorbed and apologized without any apology at all.

He cleaned the pool instead.

Steve doesn't want to the board to blow up in the middle of the Munson trailer. It's why he's keeping his mouth shut while Eddie yells at him.

"What the hell, Stevie?" Eddie shouts, arms flying. "I told you that you can’t do that!"

“You told me you don’t want me to,” Steve says, staying calm and measured.

Calm and measured. Not blowing up. Steve isn’t going to snap or shout or bitch. He isn’t.

“Fucking semantics!”

“They were saying-”

“I don’t care what they were saying!” Eddie roars. “I don’t give a shit what they say about me!”

It’s true. Wayne calls Eddie “Teflon,” says that nothing sticks to him, least of all anyone’s opinion. Steve knows that Eddie doesn’t care about what most people in Hawkins think about him.

But he cares very much about what the people who care about him think.

Steve can say a whole lot of things right now. He’s angry, physically biting his tongue to ground himself. He can say a whole lot of things to cut Eddie to the bone, to end the argument and then some.

But he won’t.

Love is knowing how to hurt someone and choosing not to. It’s using a knife to split an apple to share instead of to cut skin to ribbons.

Steve can’t trust himself not to slash Eddie open. He says awful things when everything goes to hell like this, snaps back hard when snapped at first, operates purely on instinct.

He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“I care that you could have gotten hurt when you swung at those assholes,” Eddie continues. “I care that I wasn’t there with you when you defended yourself. I care that you won’t let me take a look at your hands and make sure they’re alright.”

Steve squeezes the knuckles of this right hand in his left. It stings, but he’s fine. Nothing broken. He knows from experience

“Stop it, you’re hurting yourself,” Eddie barks.

Steve lets go of his hands, lets them hang loosely at his sides.

“So, what the hell, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, still loud, still snappish.

A variety of terrible answers surges to the front of Steve’s mind. Eddie’s biggest insecurities, the things he’s only told Steve when he thought he was asleep. Ways to wipe the anger off his face and replace it with stuff easier to manage: shock, hurt, sadness. Things he would say if he didn’t particularly like Eddie, if he were still in high school, if he were still in his parents’ house.

Steve doesn’t say anything. He keeps the knife in its drawer. He closes his eyes tight and breathes in once, then again.

“Hey,” Eddie says, softer.

Steve opens his eyes to find him a step closer, hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

Oh.

Well.

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

He’s said it before. Of course he has. He knows the words, knows that he needed to say them to Dustin and Robin and Max, and he has. He’s stepped too far with jokes and forgot about some things and missed some things they’ve said.

But he’s never yelled at them. They’ve never yelled at him.

This is not how this is supposed to go. Eddie isn’t supposed to apologize. He’s supposed to clean Steve up or make him dinner or invite him along to go grocery shopping.

And Steve was supposed to snap back.

“It’s okay,” he says because that’s what he’s supposed to say, yeah?

Eddie shakes his head. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It was bound to happen.”

Eddie stares at him, big doe eyes shining, like he has five heads. It makes Steve want to put his bloody hands behind his back, make him shrink.

He swears he can hear ticking, but the board just reset. Didn’t it?

“What?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I got scared, but that doesn’t mean I get to yell at you. That’s not okay.”

What does Eddie get to do, if not yell?

I deserve it, Steve thinks, but he’s smart enough to know that saying that out loud will just lead to another fight.

There’s been barely any time to put the pieces back.

Steve doesn’t get it. But, he figures he’s always been a little slow on the uptake, so he can watch. Observe. Figure it out later on his own. He’s pretty good at that.

“Okay,” Steve says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, and he holds his hands out for Eddie to take.

He’s dragged along to the sink, where Eddie rinses the cuts out with cool water before bandaging them up with the remnants of a box of Band-Aids from the bathroom. When they’re dry and finished, he presses a kiss to each knuckle, feather light.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, looking at Steve very seriously.

“Me, too,” Steve says, voice a little hoarse. “I’m sorry.”

It feels good to say. It feels good to mean.

Standing there in the kitchen of a trailer in Forest Hills, looking at the mismatched furniture and half-full ashtrays of the living room, holding hands with his boyfriend formerly accused of murder and apologizing for the first time and meaning it, Steve feels like he can finally breathe.

The ticking has finally stopped, and silence sounds so sweet.

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #fluff #happy ending #tw verbal abuse #(it’s in the past)#idk what else to tag this #i’m tired #anyways it’s projection hours

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sweet-marigold · 2 months

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#my art #hazbin hotel #radio apple #radioapple #I’m too tired to tag sorry #haven’t drawn all week :(#so have this doodle I forgot about

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ofmdaily · 6 months

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jsyk

#tweet #david jenkins #i assume somebody has already posted this but i’m very tired and just don’t have it in me to travel the tag today so 😭#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands

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cokoweee · 2 months

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🫧The Gifted🫧

LONG UPDATE CAUSE UHHHHHHidk

Look y’all’s I love colors now but my brain says it’s too slow for me. I wanna move faster so probs no more colors,?? Dunno yet

Posting at a weird time cause anxiety I wanna k bye

<|| The Gifter—Hello!Hello? ||>

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rendevok · 1 year

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The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙

+bonus doodle:

…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️

(ID under cut!)

Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.

Page 2

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.

Page 3

On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.

The sun shines through the blinds of the window.

Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.

Page 4

Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Page 5

They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.

They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.

Page 6

Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.

Bonus image

A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.

End ID.]

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #this is so sappy i nearly choked the entire time i was drawing it #aa #fan art #smooches #ah yes my favorite tag <3 #rendevok #this is vaguely set post AA5 but i truly have no timeline in mind i just want them married #like ding DONG bitches get ur shit together aren’t u tired of pining??? it’s time to go apeshitt and furiously makeout #i’m going to start mashing them together like dolls i dont care anymore!!!#NRMTS KISS RIGHT NOW OR IM BITING BOTH OF YOU #(a win win situation for me)#anyway if you can’t tell i am deeply in love with phoenix and projecting onto miles so hard #who doesn’t love making him down horrendous for a little flavor?#image description and alt text are the same because i suck at those still #writing that out was deeply embarrassing for me bc for whatever reason writing it out is something WAY more visceral than drawing it #i wish to evaporate nobody look at me unless you want to talk about them kissiing more then my dms are open

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