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happy rw art month everyone. day 1 is gourmand so take this family portrait ft my kids
malibu (killed by a noodlefly because she was just soooo hungry and really wanted to eat a child)
malitwo (who was the sequel to malibu and was just as stupid
and lil hunter (who had saved me from more lizards than i can count)
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zkyeline · 1 year
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Just wanna draw them all getting the Flapjack tattoos :’)
Edit: now with accompanying comic!
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probablyhuntersmom · 1 year
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The healing and lasting love of a mom
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gravityfying · 2 months
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🌺?
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jumble-jee · 3 months
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iskallman does indeed provide! it’s just a matter of people just accepting his help ..
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rileyclaw · 1 year
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they really didn't . get collected, idiots!!!
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aroaceleovaldez · 2 months
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one of my favorite headcanons about Nico getting his ears pierced is that he totally idolized Thalia as well for the like .2 minutes they hung out in TTC cause he thought her style was cool. And Thalia, because she hated the Hunt at the time and was mildly pissed off at Bianca for joining them and knew Nico was as well, and also partially to distract him for a bit so he'd leave everyone alone, went "Hey kid wanna see something cool?" and just pierced his ears for him.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 199
“Where the fuck are my legs?” 
Danny wasn’t happy. It wasn’t funny! Usually he just had a ghost tail when flying really fast, like super speed, not all the time! It’s not funny Clockwork, you’re used to having a tail, he isn’t! 
What do you mean it’s permanent?! He needs his legs! Clockwork!! He wouldn’t have agreed to the adoption if he knew he’d lose his legs! 
…Okay, that was a lie, Clockwork was a great parent who encouraged his chaos and enjoyed screwing over assholes like the Observants. But still! He looks like some sort of snake person now! No he doesn’t want a nap, he’s not a baby! 
Clockwork, why are you being quiet? He’s not a baby! He’s not a baby, right? What do you mean all ghosts are babies until they’re a hundred years dead!? But he’s a halfa- what do you mean it takes longer for Ancients?! 
No he doesn’t want that nap, he’s having a midlife crisis here several years too early! 
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solifelessblog · 23 days
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"But should i post this?" Dadrius being wholesome and domestic
Please reblog, don’t repost :)
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smokestarrules · 9 months
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The sheer hold these outfits have on the ToH fandom despite really only being used for a significant amount of time in two (2) episodes should be studied.
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after-witch · 3 months
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Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]
Title: Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]
Synopsis: Just Feitan wanting to touch your nyloned feet.
Word count: 774
notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, forced footplay, brief tickling
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Feitan's grip on your nylon-clad ankle is not especially tight. His fingers do not press into your flesh, ensuring small printed bruises that will last for days.
Instead, he holds your ankle like it’s something precious and sentimental. Like you held your grandmother’s porcelain figurines when you were little, and she’d told you again and again that she loved those figurines so much that if you were to crack a single one, it would break her heart.
But, taking in the look in his eyes, perhaps sentimental is the wrong word. He looks more fascinated than anything else.
“Feitan?” You ask, shifting yourself on the worn cushions of the sofa. You don’t dare pull your foot away--he’d stop you, if you were stupid enough to try.You’re not that stupid anymore.
He doesn’t acknowledge you at first.
You curl your toes, unused to the stretch of the thin nylon material over them--and his eyebrows actually lift up. Seeing any expression on him that wasn’t irritation or disgusted glee while he tortured people was almost astonishing enough to make your own eyebrows raise.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice low, almost husky.
It’s the question you wanted to ask him.
“Nothing,” you say. Right? You’re just sitting here. He’s the one acting odd.
“You curled your toes.” His answer is short. Factual.
Because well, you did curl your toes. But… you didn’t mean anything by it. They were stiff, you’ve been sitting here so awfully long, and Feitan hasn’t explained a thing.
He didn’t respond this morning when you asked why there were nylons on the bed with the outfit he’d picked out--a short white nightgown that you’ve had for ages, worn in the armpits, with a lace trim that needed a good bleaching--or where your socks had gone.
He didn’t give you a reason when you told you to sit on the sofa, or when he grabbed your legs and yanked them up, forcing you to pivot around to avoid an uncomfortable twist in your hips.
Nor did he offer up any explanation when he’d taken your ankle in his hands and placed your foot on his thigh and simply… held it there--is still holding it there.
“I… I didn’t mean to?” You lick dry lips. “I mean, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just going to ask you why you’re…” You trail off as his eyebrows go from high to furrowed. 
Slowly, his other hand moves from its spot on his thigh and hovers above your foot. Your heart begins to beat faster--you weren’t disobedient lately, or at least he hadn’t said so.
He wouldn’t break your foot without telling you the reason, surely. The lecture he’d given after he broke a few of your fingers the first (and last) time you’d ever slapped him was a testament to that.
His fingers descend--one, two, three, four, five--but he doesn’t break your foot. Instead he begins to massage it.
That should make your heart slow down, but instead it only speeds up, even as his fingers begin to press down harder, a firm pressure down the length of your arch, then up your sole, ending just underneath your toes.
The nylon material shifts under his fingers. It feels strange, like some kind of thin second skin that heightens the sensation of being touched. It feels warm from the rubbing, despite the vague undercurrent of ticklishness that makes you want to yank your ankle away.
His fingers begin to lightly massage your toes, which stretch and curl instinctively. It’s too light, too ticklish.
Your breath hitches.
So does his.
“Ticklish?” He asks.
You nod. Lying had been trained out of you long before this.
He hums. There’s a pit in your stomach that begins to eat itself as you watch emotions play out on his face. It’s harder with the cowl up, but his eyes can give enough away, if you know how to look. You’ve had lots of practice.
He’s delighted by something.
Which is rarely a good sign.
Still, you know better than to try to yank your foot away, even as his fingers return to your toes, pressing down harder. It still tickles, but there’s more to it, now. The warmth is back, an unexpected, unwanted pleasurable feeling.
He stares at you the whole time, gauging your reaction.
Your fingernails dig into the sofa, digging into the already frayed threads. You bite your lip. You don’t want to give him anything. But he’ll just take it anyway, won’t he?
It’s going to be a long evening, you think. And judging by the expression on Feitan’s face--he thinks so, too.
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clownsuu · 1 year
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Howdy My Beloved
(I’m so down bad for him it’s horrifying)
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LMAOOO mostly mutual howdy love
speaking of howdy iv been seein cowboy/Wild West aus for welcome home and I decided to dip my toes in it a lil while I was hyper KXHDGDH
cw poorly drawn guns and messy sketches
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I was just gunna make Home a sheriff’s buildin’, but I thought it would be cooler if he was a big bad spooki
also howdy’s lil bugdega is both a convenient store and a restaurant/bar (same building, all shopping stuff at the front while the restaurant is in the back) howdy can make a mean beef n cheddar KDHHFH
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probablyhuntersmom · 1 year
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Update on their height difference...whoever is chopping onions, please stop..
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piedpip3rrr · 2 years
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Vessel
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Y’ALL WE GOT A PREVIEW FOR THE BAD BATCH COMIC
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THE RETURN OF FUCKBOY HUNTER?? CROSSHAIR AND WRECKER BICKERING??? THIS IS ALL I NEED IN LIFE AAAAAAH
[from Star Wars Splash Page on twitter]
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rileyclaw · 2 years
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ohhh season 3 you wanna be here so bad....pssspsspss
i missed the kids so I gave them all bikes
extra:
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