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kitocrystal · 10 days
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I forgot i exist, anyway how are you? Do you have a good sleep schedule?(it's important)
If you’re open to requests, could you draw the questers helping to take care of the bunny kids?
Sorry it took so long to answer this 😓😓, I was planning to draw your request to post it but I ended up giving up on the second draft. And I’m always open to requests, it just take some time for me to build up the motivation to answer the ones that I want to 😅
The first draft turned out like this, and I stopped with it because it wasn’t exactly what I was going for. And so it just turned into a Bendystraw drawing, woops? 😶
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And here’s the second draft in case you’re wondering what it looks like:
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Anyhow, I’m quite alright. And do I have a good sleep schedule? Hmmm I do wonder about that
(Warning: no, I do not)
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yeyinde · 1 year
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My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️
You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.
Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else. 
He's secondary even in his own life. 
So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub. 
He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side. 
But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.
You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—
You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again. 
It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.
He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him. 
But you persist. 
You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often. 
Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love. 
It breaks you a little.
You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment." 
The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch? 
(You ache at the thought.)
You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man. 
Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens. 
He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt. 
He deserves the world and more—
"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."
—and you plan on showing him. 
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mawguai · 3 months
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I want to go back and talk to you
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cookieruma29 · 6 months
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Since Vanessa is an afton and the child possessed golden Freddy had stripes, maybe....
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what i've learned thus far in my life is if a neurodivergent person has a personality they're annoying. but also if a neurodivergent person doesnt have a personality they're annoying. if a neurodivergent person acts how people want them to they're annoying. and if a neurodivergent person doesnt act how people want them to... they're annoying. basically, i've learned that as long as you're neurodivergent somebody will take issue with you, find you annoying, say you're too much or not enough.
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furiousfinnstan · 9 months
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contact me thru my dms!
p4ypal and k0-fi only!
cool with doing nsfw and fur art
elaborate backgrounds will be extra 10€
adding another character/person will be extra 10€
also im still doing sketches for people
0/10 slots open!!! 22.7.23
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sugajimin · 1 year
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Agust D  → D-2  → D-DAY
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watchfrog · 8 months
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Next batch ^_^
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neanmoins-que · 13 days
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Over the weekend I’ve participated as artist with a team of extremely talented and dedicated people in the ludum dare
Exhausted but satisfied. The good old classics: inquisition, demons and evil twinks.
Please, check out the result, link below
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The Summoning
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rui-drawsbox · 2 months
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my new tablet arrived today so i'm doing my yearly quota of Miku to practice
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claudtrait · 3 months
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made another model simmm!!! her name is alexis and i love her
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ohbo-ohno · 4 months
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ghost x reader fake-boyfriend-turned-stalker PLLLLLEASEEEEE (this is ceil)
LMAOO i read "wreck and ruin" by emma slate and was very disappointed with how obsessed with the fmc the mmc was!! he just kept letting her go!!
so the basic synopsis of this as a fic would be: you're a bartender at a seedy bar and there's this jackass who just will not leave you alone, no matter how many times you shut him down or threaten to kick him out (which you're not supposed to do). so you go up to the biggest guy in the bar and basically ask him "hey can you pretend to be my boyfriend so this loser leaves me the fuck alone" and to your (and everyone around you's) surprise, ghost agrees and stakes a claim on you to chase off the other guy
anyways!!! turns out ghost is incredibly mentally unstable and completely unwilling to pretend, so for him this is a very real relationship, and no matter how hard you try you just can't shake him off your tail.
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guthraiel · 20 days
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every DC/Batman fan has a tier list of Robins except they can't put anyone last so it really just comes out to top 3 and the rest are equalls because we love them all too much
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pararororurun · 3 months
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Dan Heng x Reader
Note : hiya! This is my first time writing on tumblr so if there's anything weird looking don't forget to tell me okayyy^_^ ANYWHO that's all hope you like what I read!
ALSO! I didn't know if they meant they wanted the reader to be a Vidyadhara or an actual dragon hybrid so.... Yyeah..
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The first time he heard about you was from March. She mentioned another hybrid like dragon that lives somewhere in the CSH (Central Starskiff Heaven).
At first he didn't really think much about this information, other than the fact that he's never heard of a dragon hybrid before, the closest to thing a dragon hybrid was the Vidyadhara.
But it doesn't really matter now. He was here because both March 7th and the Trailblazer invited (forced) him to try and open a delicious bean cake shop with them. No matter how much he shook his head, he couldn't say no to them anyways.
Dan Heng was a bit flustered with the apron the two made him wear, it was a yellow striped aron that had frills and cat designs on them. He was about to take it off but both Trailblazer and March begged him to not. So now he's here, stuck selling delicious bean cake.
Just as he was sighing in defeat, a voice called out to him, asking for a delicious bean cake. He looked at the direction of the voice and saw pointy ears, fangs, and a small horn, popping out from your head.
Was this the dragon hybrid March was talking about? You looked pretty similar to a Vidyadhara, if anything you looked exactly like one. Before he could observe you for a few more minutes you called him, asking for a delicious bean cake again.
He snapped out of his thoughts and apologized to you, with you shaking your head and letting it slide. When he walked to March and Trailblazer he told them about you, making March sparkle in joy, as she's thought you were just a myth.
Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he quickly grabbed the bean cake and walked up to you immediately, giving you your delicious bean cake. You thanked him multiple times and called him by his name, which startled him a bit.
Confused, he asks how you knew his name. Your response was simple, jing yuan. And with that you waved him a goodbye before walking a few meters away, sharing your bean cake with Fu Xuan.
Looking from afar, a small smile crept onto his face, a soft one.
"Whatcha doing?" March pops out of nowhere, making Dan Heng slightly jump. March looks at Dan Heng's direction, and sees you smiling and talking with Fu Xuan. With a grin, she looks at Dan Heng.
"Hey really quick question. Do you.." Dan Heng knew what she about to say, and lightly hit the top of her head, making her 'whine' in pain. As he walks away, he couldn't help but let small tints appear on his cheeks.
'... Seriously..'
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juice-boxy · 5 months
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Something funny I’ve noticed
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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The audacity of Light to be sad about L’s death in (most) of the adaptations kills me everytime
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