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Omg could i request pale nepkat? Or poly davenepkat? I live in rarepair hell 🤯 absolutely no pressure and tysm!!!
they love her <3
#sorry this took a million years#hope u like it :3#my art#art requests#request open#homestuck#home23tuck#davenepkat#davekat#davenep#nepkat#homestuck fanart#karkat vantas#dave strider#nepeta leijon#karkat#nepeta#homestuck art
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oh! for drawing requests, can you draw 404 and fandrew hanging out?
define "hanging out"
#SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS#giving yhe silly robot issues for the bit#fandrew adhoc#404 adhoc#(technically speaking it works)#adhoc labs
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For the ahit requests perhaps monjumper? bushcat or bow kid would also be good!
congrats to bush cat for making it into the base game (albeit as an easter egg but hey!)
#a hat in time#ahit#bow kid#bow kid ahit#bush cat#rough patch#art suggestions#my artwork#SORRY this took a million years#i promise sometime i'll draw moonjumper at some point tho#(i'm also gonna go out of order with these requests i've got hope ya'll don't mind)#(part of me is stumped on some of them LOLLL need some more time to think...)
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for the rivals / enemies prompts…and ONLY if you want to….louigan, #3?? 👀 again NO pressure…..🫡
#3: taking care of the other while one is unconscious
How about established relationship domestic fluff for a Neighbors AU piece? Technically, this only works for the prompt because Louise falls asleep at the end, but let’s pretend yeah? I also tried to cover @sailoreuterpe’s suggestion of insults as a love language (because even if it’s not her favorite trope, Nikki knows her audience lmao)
At first, she thought the knocking emanated from a terribly annoying dream, but with every second of blooming consciousness Louise realized it was no figment of her imagination.
She groaned, eyes peeling open slowly then blinking at the new morning. The sheets rustled to the left of her. Glancing at Logan, whose furrowed eyebrows nearly took over his face, she snickered.
“People pretending to sleep don’t usually look that angry.”
“‘S not my fault,” he grumbled. “It’s been going for like… a million minutes.”
“So what time does that make it?” Louise asked, figuring he had been on his phone already.
“Seven.”
Her eyes snapped out of their half-lidded state. “In the morning?! Who the hell is knocking on our door at seven in the morning?”
“It’s the first Saturday in December. Who do you think?” Logan, still refusing to open his eyes, shuffled closer and pulled at her waist. She sunk into him, enjoying being spooned as he kissed her neck in that perfectly lazy way reserved only for weekend mornings.
And another fucking knock rang out.
Louise balled up her fist and punched her pillow.
“Go make it stop,” she demanded.
She felt his “Nmn” rumble from his chest and down her back.
“Mmhmm,” she replied.
“NMnh.”
“MMhmm.”
“Nn” “Mm” “nnNNn” “mMmMm”
When they both hummed the same note over each other to see who would last longer, Louise cracked first, unable to resist snorting at the absurdity. Logan followed suit.
“I think that means you lost, shortstack. Go tell off Annie.” She didn’t move, so he continued. “You’re just so much scarier than I am.”
“Keep talking.”
“And so brave and cutthroat and beautiful-”
“Alright alright, enough of that,” Louise sighed. “I’ll go. Just move back. I can’t get out of bed if you’re wrapped around me like this.”
Logan didn’t budge. Shuffling, scooting, and otherwise wiggling to freedom proved fruitless.
“Seems like… maybe you don’t want me to get out of bed?”
Before he could respond, the knocking resumed. He sighed against her neck, giving in and loosening his grip.
“Every day I am in awe of your strength and sacrifice,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Logan replied by poking her one ticklish spot. With an involuntary laugh, she moved away and pointed at him menacingly. The warning was wasted as he still hadn’t opened his eyes.
Gathering up all of her courage and the edge of the covers, Louise heaved herself up only to meet Jack Frost’s frozen testicles slapping her in the face. She yelled and buried herself back under the blankets. “Nope, no, absolutely not. Too cold.”
Annie, or at least who they assumed was their apartment manager here to drag them into holiday shenanigans, continued to relentlessly knock.
Logan sniffed. “Is that… is she knocking Carol of the Bells?”
“Carol of the Nine Hells more like,” Louise grumbled, hiding under her pillow.
“She’s just going to keep at it. Remember that time she needed Victor to sign a release form?”
“She camped outside for four days.” With a sigh, she emerged partially from her cocoon. “Okay, tell you what. How about we go together? That way we can suffer as one.”
It was Logan’s turn to sigh, but he finally cracked his eyes open. Morning had a way of making an honest man out of liars, and she watched him melt at the sight of her, genuine and soft. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then he leaned in. She met him halfway for a quick kiss. When they broke apart, he sighed again.
“Fiiiine. On the count of three?”
“Works for me.”
“One.” “Two.” “Three.”
Logan all but fell out of bed, joints popping as though arthritis would be killing him in the next couple of hours. He stretched to the sound of more popping, blinked the sleep from his eyes, and looked back at her.
Louise had failed to move and, if possible, snuggled even deeper into the mattress.
“You witch,” he accused, grabbing a pillow and hitting at the general area of her butt. “You tricked me.”
“This isn’t the first or last time; you knew what you were getting into, idiot. Now go get rid of Annie.”
“Ugh, fine. But when I get back I want to be the little spoon.”
Louise hummed in acquiesce, shuffling the blankets so there was a spot for him to slip back into. When she finished and settled in, the only visible parts of her were a mess of black hair and the tiniest hint of a pout.
As he left their bedroom, Logan wondered how he was supposed to scare away anyone with the dopey smile he couldn’t drop.
#babsbles#asks#louigan#aged-up characters#I hope you like it! thank you for being awesome and lovely always like a freaking angel#I wanted to do a thirty flirty and icing divergent piece where Logan falls asleep instead of Louise but my brain was not having it#my fic writing#thank you for the suggestion! you giving me an out with ‘only if you want to’ helped SO much beat the obstacle of taking requests#sorry this took a million years
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starter for @aubreymillerx
Location: The Human Bean
Orion still had the card that Aubrey had given him. She was the one that found him in Boston and got him in contact with his mother's estate. He had agreed and promise to reach out to her after he settled in. It had been about three months and Orion had finally reached out. He had gotten his coffee and sat waiting for her to arrive.
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Hey I was wondering if I could get a slasher matchup? I really love the 70s and early 80s I often dress with a band shirt and some jeans and a jacket (I try to give a 70s flair). I really love classic rock and vinyl. I also adore arcades and video games! I even own a NES! I try to give out warm punk vibes? I have no idea what the aesthetic is called lmao. I'm pretty quiet out in public and try to keep to myself. im also a cancer and like to do tarot and what not! Sorry if that was a lot it's my first time doing anything like this!
𝐢 𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡- 𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐲
♡your perfect slasher match is tiffany ray (the human). she’s a girl boss who will do anything to make you happy.
♡she will compliment you all the time. she just adores the way you dress. it compliments your relationship perfectly. she wears the long flowing black dresses and you wear the pants (quite literally). don’t expect her to not try to style you one in a while. dressing you up is one of her hobbies she’d say
♡her music taste is a bit different from yours. though she is totally down for some classic rock any day all day. she loves really soft indie type music but she also loves crazy loud death metal. she is a women of many tastes and she’s proud. she’ll have a playlist full of songs that remind her of you just so she can listen to them when you’re away
♡she’s a bit of girly girl so she’ll refuse to play video games until she really tries it out and all of a sudden you’re asking for a turn because she’s on the console all day. oh and she’s very competitive. like extremely. so don’t expect to get any easy wins in any games. tiffany is also a very sore loser >:( let her win every time y/n..you love her don’t you ?
♡she is the opposite of quiet in public so don’t worry about there never being anything to talk about. she will happily talk your ear off and make sure your sandwich doesn’t have pickles on it.
♡tiffany loves to do witchy things as well!! she will happily teach you all her tips and tricks. though some of her methods are a bit…unorthodox she still has a great time. be prepared to be asked for a reading every other day. she’s always curious about her furniture so having you read it for her feels extra special.
♡to say she’s in love is an understatement. she is absolutely head over heels for you and wants to spend the rest of her human life with you. she will stop at nothing to make that happen.
#sorry this took a million years#don’t apologize at all#this was more than enough#you’re doing fine#and i love you#don’t put yourself down#ever#warm pink vibes#i wonder#idk the name#i can picture it#i also do tarot#hehehe#twins#witchy stuff#the 70s sure was a time#i bet ur super cool#i can just tell#i don’t like people#so i’m the same in public#so much in common#thank you for this ask darling <3#tiffany ray#tiffany ray x reader#slasher matchups#horror matchups#matchups#esha writes
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Nostalgia and healing 💚🍀
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I love Grubkat so much with my whole being, and I love the fact that he is getting to grow up loved and cherished and not have to live in fear of himself or his blood color. The fact that both Karkat and Dave have trauma surrounding the color red but won’t allow Grubkat to have that trauma is so important to me. Are they gonna call him anything different to distinguish him and Karkat from each other in name?
They will eventually come up with a name for him, but for now, they have plenty of silly little nicknames to help distinguish him from Karkat!
#thanks for the ask sorry it took me a million years to answer you#the baby chewing the paper is my fave look at his face im dsfjksfhskhf#he is so ... i love this bug#homestuck#davekat#dave strider#karkat vantas#wriggler karkat#hs fanart#my art#ask bug
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mutual 1: the batman penis reveal was kind of mid :/ heres how i would rewrite every batman comic to make them good btw.
mutual 2: ok. be honest. smash or pass.. is it weird i find this guy hot.... [poll with a character who is 8 pixels tall]
mutual 3: UGH i cant believe they traded jorsko glump to the CANARIES of all teams
mutual 4: a girl told me i have serial killer eyes at lunch today. What the hell
mutual 6: here is the cutest animal in the whole world!!!!!
mutual 7: actually this animal is cuter. Tch.
mutual 6: [picture of the two animals cuddling] imagine a beautiful world with me...
mutual 8: guys i barely got the wordle in 6 tries this is so embarrassing i can never show my face in public again
mutual 9: was anyone going to tell about this or was i just going to have to find it myself???? 🥵🥵 [3 year old official art of a character showing his collarbones]
mutual 10: [poll] should i get the 12 or 16 oz drink..... 16 is pricier but im kind of thirsty... update: nevermind i just got robbed :/
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howl jeff 🌟
#ahhh its finally done!!#lol sorry this took a million years#its not perfect but it is finished so#jeff satur#my art#appreciation circle for that one cunty jeff in a cloak pic that gave me a beautiful ref pic 🙏
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If you are still taking requests, my darling, how about a blurb of Daeron coming to KL in the days before Jaehaerys' funeral and reuniting with his siblings or momma? xoxo johannawesterling. 😘
“Daeron,” his mother's voice was the first one that welcomed him in that lonely hall. The warm brown of her eyes sad, as always sad— he hated seeing it as a child, and hated seeing it now. Alicent rushed over to him to envelop him in an embrace. “My sweet boy.”
Grandsire was the one who wrote Daeron of the news. He said his Alicent’s temperament was fickle with grief, caring for Helaena’s babes. Daeron always knew his mother would hug him upon his return, but he felt a babe himself cradled in her arms.
“Mother, I missed you,” he held her back, feeling his own throat dry. Her hunched frame, her head on on his shoulder in defeat; his brother’s coronation should’ve given her the opportunity to find joy in a respectable posture, not a reason to wither. He hears some shout from within the hall in front of him, followed by another by a different voice, both filled with fire. “Are those…?”
“Aegon and Aemond,” Alicent answers, lifting her head. “It’s been a difficult time, and yelling is all they could do.”
Daeron doubted it. He saw the hanged people by the Tower of the Hand. No, his brothers are all flames searching to consume all, as they always were. “And Helaena?” he asked. His sister has always been calm in the midst of fury, but as things are…
“They are by her door. She has not come out of her room since…” Alicent said painfully.
Since sweet Jaehaerys had died. The funeral was due in a few days. He came for it; he has not been here for the birth of his nephew, he missed his years in this world, but he would not miss the boy’s departure from it too. But if his mother couldn’t bear to come… No. Helaena would never forgive herself if she did not come. He knew his sister, and he knew it to be true. If his brothers’ shouts were anything to go by, they were in a similar place.
Seven hells, he was too. After all this time, returning when it was all too late to help… How could he forgive himself?
Daeron always wanted to come back home in triumph.
It was a dream of his, ever since his mother sent him to squire with Lord Ormund. To come back a knight of the order, robust and reliable for his sister and mother to be proud of and his brothers to trust in. He wanted his nephews and niece to imagine him in their heads as an uncle they could count on, to become a figure his family whole could believe in.
He was lost, away from his family for too long, but Daeron knew he can’t leave his siblings alone now. He kissed his mother’s cheek, and went ahead towards his brothers.
“After all these years, you think you can preach to me about restraint?” Aemond’s eye flashed like a dagger. He grew much taller, taller than their older brother. Aegon, on the other hand, had not grown much since their teens, and he had been hunched as it is. With a pale face, bloodshot eyes and clenched fists he had not seemed any less fiery.
“When it is all your fault, you cunt? Yes I can.” Aegon replies venomously.
When they were young, Daeron was always lost when they fought. He could rise up together with them against Rhaenyra’s boys, but when they trifled with one another, he always found himself a bystander, staying by Helaena until the storm calmed. Alas, Helaena was in the room in front of them, and from within he heard soft sobs. His mother steps forward to intervene between them, but Daeron stops her, and walks to them instead.
Aemond noticed him first, halting at his sight. Aegon stepped toward Aemond, as if to yell at him some more, but Daeron brought a hand to hold his shoulder. Aegon nearly snapped his shoulder towards him to hit him, but Daeron stopped his hand too.
“Brothers,” he called them, his hold on Aegon’s wrist growing looser. “Stop it.”
Something in him snapped when he saw their faces closely. Aemond looked as if he had not slept a week, Aegon looked as if his blood had been running cold for a moon turn, hair a mess even if he wore a crown. They both try to pick themselves up, upon his arrival, Aemond fixing his gloves, and Aegon clearing his throat.
“You’ve grown tall, you twerp,” Aegon said, looking up to him. “It is good to see you. But don’t get involved.”
Daeron frowned. “Don’t tell me that. I’m your brother. I can talk to my brothers,” Daeron then looked at the door. “And my sister.”
Aemond shook his head. Some shame came upon his face. “She doesn’t want to see us, Daeron.”
What she didn’t want to see never mattered, though. Helaena often told him she saw strange things in her mind. When they were children, when she sent letters, it was often all the same. Sometimes, those were things she did not want to see at all. She managed through it all; she was the bravest, even when she cried waking up from a dream. She needed to see them, instead of further falling into loneliness.
“So we leave her to the darkness of her room instead of showing her she is not alone?”
“I don’t know how to convince her out, Daeron. I tried,” Aegon said. “Aemond tried. Mother tried. Grandsire tried. Jaehaera and Maelor..” he trailed off.
Daeron looked at the door again. His sister was never stupid, she knew they were outside. He knew she was listening, too. If she heard them, she only heard strife and more frustration, things she had likely enough of within her. Whenever Daeron played with Lord Ormund’s children, it was always similar with his one daughter, Bethany; if her brothers quarrelled and brawled while she was upset, she would lock herself in her rooms until she felt safe to get out. She wouldn’t go out to thundering knocks and threatening yells, but to safety.
Daeron didn’t know if Helaena would ever feel safe again. Not after all that happened. But if anyone was to give her hope it was them. He remained steadfast in his stare against his brothers.
“When ships are lost at night, we light the Hightower’s beacon until they find their way back.”
Turning around, Daeron knocked on the door, in an odd rhythm. A rhythm Helaena taught him when he was around eight, and plagued with nightmares of plucked eyes and stormy seas. When mother could only take care of Aemond, Helaena told him she would never turn him away should he come by her door.
“It is like the summer songs of cicadas, stuck to their trees. They sing when they know when they feel safe.”
The sobs from within the room suddenly quietened. No rustling came from within, but it was a change. He knocked on the door again. Sniffles came in response. His brothers stared at him, and for once, he met them in an equal gaze.
Biting his lip, Aegon brought his clenched first forward to the door too. He looked at Daeron, and they knocked together. More sniffles came, but they sounded closer. Aemond seemed to be most skeptical, but with both results and a glare from Aegon, they knocked again together, all three.
It felt like forever, until they heard something being moved from behind the door. The heavy door opens only slightly, but the sniffles are suddenly all clear. The light finally shone on her; Helaena’s face was red, her eyes were glassy, her hair unkempt and her dress crumpled upon her figure, but she was there.
She saw them all, and tears fell down her cheek again. “I…”
It was not clear, amongst the three of them, who came to hug her first. All Daeron knew is that they ended in sibling embrace. She fell into sobs again in their arms, this time holding them dearly for life.
We will not let go.
#i tried to return to past tense for this sorry for mistakes im so used to present tense lately lol#it only took me two million years to finish this but YAY I DID IT#while crying ofc lmao#daeron the daring#daeron targaryen#helaena targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#alicent hightower#my fics#reqs#answered#hotd#house of the dragon#team green#hotd imagine#hotd fic#sahtinekryze
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haha stole your fuckin bones loser. art trade for @fish-fever
#oddities&curiosities#art trades#cartoon blood#cartoon gore#really super cool! loved drawinf her#this is in return for the karkatbot image sorry that it took me a million billion years
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[[Response to this]]
Upon seeing all the goodies inside the gift box, Marcin became a little overwhelmed at just how great everything was!
"Thank you so much! Wow, this is everything I could've ever wanted...all of these will definitely keep me going for a while! The wine looks REALLY good I'm so excited to try it!"
He takes out the scarf from the box, and wraps it around his neck. He was shocked but overjoyed at how silky and soft the fabric was. Perfect for the winter!
"Gosh, and this scarf...it's gorgeous! Your artistic vision is amazing, and the material really IS some of the best I've ever felt! I'll definitely be wearing this like, all the time!"
"For your first time doing this, this is phenomenal, thank you so much! I feel guilty that I don't have anything to give in return! If you ever need a favour...man I owe you one! Thank you so much, again!"
[ @idolmelodies ]
#pokestarsending2023#reply#marcin#magpie#lopunny#meloetta#pokemon#IM SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS#I hope you had an amazing holidays and that 2024 is treating you well!!! and thank you so much again for the interaction#it was sooo sweet I love magpie so much#i owe you my life
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ummm idk if you are still taking requests but a conis or laki perhaps :) i'm feeling the skypiea tonight
this only took me a million years BUT
laki :-) I used the "clear flute" palette from @color-palettes
Image ID: Laki from One Piece brandishes a rifle. She's crouched on her knees with a serious expression on her face, one eye closed and one narrowed, focusing on where she's aiming. She has short wings and long hair tied back in a ponytail. A feathered shield is attached to her left arm and there's a pack resting against her hip. She's colored in exclusively yellow, blue, and green. End ID.
#laki#answered#pokeharvest#again sorry this took one million billion years. OOPS#i had a lot of fun playing around with this!!!! i want to do more limited palettes and in this one i did NOTHING with line weights#since i also like that look it feels more like...comic-y if that makes sense#like classic american comics#anyway i hope you like her !
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zombie slayer carla
#dead island#dead island 2#dead island 2 carla#carolina ravassa#fanart#zombie#it finally did come out guys#only took one million zillion years#drew this on a super tiny canvas sorry guys
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how did sonic lose that 8 yo this time 👀🍵
the 8 yr old vanished off the face of mobius, as children usually do
tails does not know what good sleeping habits are
#wip game#he’s fine dw#30 minutes fic#wip#sorry it took me a million years to respond#i became busy right after i reblogged the post 😭
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