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super-chi-art · 1 year
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Coloured the Simon portrait! If you’d like me to draw your cats, drop me a message. Commissions are open!
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aolechan · 1 year
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They don’t even have McDonald’s here!
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cotgar2 · 10 months
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Trying out some little things with how I draw Ed :p
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revasserium · 10 months
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scorpio rising
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elbert; 1,087 words; elbert takes you dancing. i blame @aquagirl1978 for showing me his teaser pv. this one's for u.
he has always been hungry.
from the first day he meets you, he has hungered for your touch, for your smile, for a sliver of your forever — it is not promised. but he does not care. and there’s beauty in this madness — he has always known it — beauty in the mortified longing threatening to grind his bones to dust.
i want…
it’s a selfish thing, he knows, to want like this, to want so hard that it threatens to consume his very soul. he wants — he wants.
“stay close,” he says, because the night is dark and full of terrors but to him the darkness has always been kind.
he feels your presence at his back, emanating warmth like a hearthstone pulled from the dancing flames. he wants.
“el…bert? where are you taking me?”
your curiosity is cool and crisp, slicing through the heat of his own internal frenzy. he wills the tension from his shoulders as he tries to cast you a small, reassuring smile.
“you’ll see.”
at this hour, vauxhall is a cynosure of bacchic revelry, with fireworks and masked dancers, jugglers and magicians and drunken vendors hawking their wares to laughing, unwitting attendees. a hundred thousand tiny lamps glitter among the branches of trees like so many fallen stars, and the raucous sound of street musicians plays backdrop to it all — the air itself thrums with life and vitality, the earth beneath your feet soaked with the remnants.
“wh-what is going on?”
elbert almost laughs at your clear confusion, but he tugs a pair of masks from the inside of his jacket and offers it to you.
“come… dance with me.”
you slip on the mask, still too bewildered to refuse, and feel elbert slip his fingers between yours, tugging you gently towards him and into a pool of flickering lamplight. the music swells and the world spins around you.
there is beauty in this madness — elbert has always known it — beauty in the way a body might tremble and shake when faced with something it cannot control, but this at least, elbert knows. this at least, he can take into the palms of his own hands and hold it close.
this dance — you.
he watches as a brilliant smile blossoms across your lips, your cheeks flushing high with color. it is beautiful, watching you as you fall into a peel of unexpected laughter as he spins you out and pulls you back in, you chest heaving with the exertion of the song.
he wonders if he’s holding onto your hands too tight and then he knows that he is.
but you’re clutching back at him just as tightly as the music ends and everyone around you cheers. he feels the weight of a million pairs of eyes on him and yet still, he only has eyes for you. when you pull up from your curtsey and meet his eyes, he finds himself transfixed by your gaze so warm and soft and full of an unbridled happiness the likes of which he has never tasted himself.
but with you — he thinks he just might.
the mask affords him the brief veil of anonymity, but even with it, he can feel people’s eyes lingering, their heads turning for a second look, a third. he doesn’t have much time.
“elbert, that was so much fun!”
he allows himself a soft laugh as he pulls you into one of the many shaded promenades, pressing himself back into the thickly cut foliage. you stumble into his chest, letting out a squeak as you pull back but he lifts up a hand to stop you.
“please… let me have one more minute…” he says, and he feels you go still in his arms.
he threads his fingers through your spidersilk hair, letting the tangle carelessly against his skin. like this, he smells the soft, fresh fragrance of your bathing soap, and he leans in ever so slightly to take in another breath. your skin is warm and soft, your lashes a darkened frame to the night sky of your eyes.
“elbert…?”
he purses his lips. he lets you go.
“sorry… i just… wanted a moment…”
you smile, shaking your head. several strands of your hair get caught in his fingers and he has to force himself to let them go.
“i had… a really good time tonight, elbert… thanks for taking me here.”
you walk next to him as the pair of you exit the gardens, you tugging off your mask but he hesitates in taking off his own. he traces the edge with a delicate finger as you watch.
“if… it makes you feel better, you can keep it on while we walk back,” you say, letting your fingers lace behind your back.
elbert smiles as he nods, letting the silence stretch thin and smooth between you. in the distance, big ben tolls in midnight, and the pair of you make your leisurely way back to the castle beneath the full blood-moon. you exchange few words and even fewer glances, but elbert find himself willfully lingering half a step behind you just to watch the way your hair sways, to see the glint of moonlight in your eyes as you turn to grace him with a smile.
“thanks again for taking me out…”
elbert slips off his mask as the castle doors close behind you.
“i thought you might’ve wanted… a chance of pace…”
“yeah, it was really fun!”
you smile up at him, radiant and flushed with joy and he briefly wonders if this might be what ellis is always going on about — the happiest moment in a person’s life. seeing you smile like that, he wonders then if this is his.
at least, it would be a worthy candidate.
“good… we should… do it again sometime.”
you nod, enthusiasm pouring from you like milk from a spilling jug.
elbert licks his lips.
“yes! it’ll be a date!” you say.
he can only nod, letting the sound of your voice ring in his mind like the tolling of bells.
a date.
he wants, he wants, he wants.
“a date… yes, certainly, it will be… if that’s what you wish.”
he feels his heart stuttering his chest as you bob your head once more.
“yep, it’s a date then.”
he feels his lips tug into smile, tastes the familiar greed on this tongue.
he wants. he wants. he wants.
“it’s a date.”
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dianadeadwing · 7 months
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Teeny Tina.
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sesshy380 · 2 months
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My dominant hand has been aching for several days now, but I really really wanted to work on WereKat AU Amir, because his base came out looking so pretty that I just needed to finish him. I still have so much shading to do, and the pain has spread downwards. I am determined to finish this before the end of the day though, because I am stubborn and brain says if I don't finish it today then all my ideas for him will just go *POOF*.
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cappurrccino · 3 months
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sometimes life kicks you one too many times in an afternoon and you just have to buy new floofs about it
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gophergal · 9 months
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Poor quality wips bay bee
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fluffyr0cky · 1 month
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Give me art requests plss
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tinyfluffyshark · 1 month
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Are our cats long lost siblings?!
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Purrhaps!
However, your little friend seems to better grasp the art of sitting dignified like a cat!
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Midna only sits pretty when she's scheming to steal my food
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muppenthings · 2 years
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may i ask, how are the floofs doing?
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They're fine! :3
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eti-mun · 1 year
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Your artist trademark? Puffy hair and exaggerated limbs that still look functional and flow with the long swoops of lines you use.
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I love people telling me things they notice about my art
I mean I know this was for a trademark meme but like
It let's me see what people notice that makes my art mine and what I'm doing well
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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Alpha Zoroark Ingo can carry his brother easily. Another advantage is that he's a good weighted blanket when things get too much for Emmet. Pin baby brother under your floof and his brain calms down.
This is very helpful since quite honestly, there's so much going on when they finally reunite! Yes, they've found Ingo and calmed his frenzy, but there's still the matter of the rift at hand- normally Emmet would love to seek out and battle legendary Pokemon, but like... under normal circumstances. Normal stakes. Not world ending ones!
Arceus did not tell them that world was ending when it sent them. Verrry tricky.
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fairymint · 6 months
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💗 For Felix?
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Outside of ships, it kind of hard to say who all Felix is in love with- Besides perhaps, Volo, N, Pit (kid icarus), Most other male/enby muses that I have, etc.
It very well might be more accurate to say he's demi-romantic, or somewhere on the grey spectrum of homo, but he's growing out of a caution that he takes with romance. He's seen self neglect and child neglect for the sake of it. So, the gut reaction is to be careful. Said instinct is becoming eroded with time and confidence.
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goldenguillotines · 6 months
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ok you all brought this onto yourself now when you see them don't say I didn't WARN
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vegitoswife-archive · 9 months
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imagining vegito taking on his oozaru form aaaaa
he would hold me up in his hands so carefully. i flop over his nose. he's giddy from how i'm still affectionate as ever even when he's like this, but he's a bit paranoid of me getting hurt somehow because wow i've never been THIS tiny in his eyes before.
soon he puts me up onto his head and we stargaze together
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