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ngc7009 · 1 month
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Oh oh! Would you be willing to draw the spectre and the Long Quiet? Specifically that scene where she circles around you! It might be good posing practice plus is it one of my favorite scenes on in the game haha! (Besides when the Fury literally explodes you)
c’mon, give her a ride.
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rei-is-hiding · 10 months
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Have you read the avatar comics? I can't stop thinking about Azutara AU where Kemurikage Azula and Painted Lady Katara are dating
yeah i read the comics unfortunately c": but i wanted to draw the painted lady for a long time, it's a really good idea ~
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thefrsers · 10 months
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requested by Anon: Sam Heughan + Discover Scotland
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jothemouse · 7 months
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Req: Canada being sassy in jorts?
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i hope this is sassy enough for ya lmaooooooooooooooooooo
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sodacanbones · 2 months
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Art request: Naomi. Please.
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did you order a side (character)?
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pokeberry5 · 7 months
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saw you were opening requests! can you draw your favourite pokemon (if you have one)
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Poliwag was my favorite as a kid <3
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reiishiding · 1 year
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Girlboss Katara, Azula & Yue requested by @jotender-blog
you can buy them as print here 💙
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thenoiseagreste · 6 days
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Hey just wondering if you could draw my version of the noise
He's basically a au version with grey hair
So yea
Hope you enjoy this little guy
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He was fun to draw
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bizarrelittlemew · 7 months
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Love everything about your gif-making skills! May I politely request a captioned gif of Wee John asking "what the hell is going on in towels?" Thank you!!
thank you so much anon <3 it means a lot to hear 🥹
I'm working on a full Wee John gifset (he's my boy I love him) but I want to have all his lines in it so I'll probably finish it when we have the full season. in the meantime, I posted the requested gif here! 💗
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magicalara · 1 year
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can i request grelle with another reaper who is just. really fucking weird. they have bizarre hobbies, dress in unusual ways, have strange taste in music, etc. platonic or romantic
This can be read as both platonic or romantic for the most part. I was originally gonna separate it, but it’s really a lot of the same lol dating Grelle is literally being besties who also kiss and fuck. I’m also just gonna do headcanons so if you wanted an actual like story/scenario, feel free to let me know and I’ll make that for you! :) 
TW for some cursing and mentions of murder
Grelle is supportive no matter what okay. The people around you might think that you’re weird, but to her, you’re just ahead of the times you know. Becky is just too close-minded to realize that you aren’t weird and really just fucking awesome
When talking about your interests, it doesn’t matter how out there they might be, she will be fully interested and paying attention. One thing that Grelle loves most about your relationship is how the two of you are able to just go on these long rants about what you like. If you’re willing to sit through her complaints about the murderous tendencies she has to holdback on the higher ups, ramblings about her latest crushes, and the latest office gossip, then she can also actively listen to you talk about the latest album or single from your favorite artists or all about your hobbies for sure. She’d also remember it all and get you gifts from these things for birthdays and holidays and ask you for updates if you haven’t given them to her already. She might not join the fan groups or do the hobby, but she’ll lightly keep up with things so she can give you someone else to discuss it with. 
When it comes to clothing, she’s all over it. Will go out shopping with you and give you things that she thinks fits the aesthetic that you’re looking for and might even allow you to dress her up that way too! Certain styles that she isn’t very fond of she’ll leave to you, but she likes trying new things when it comes to fashion and so she isn’t opposed to trying it out at least once. You’ve even influenced her style too and she finds herself incorporating these different patterns or layering or just the color choices into her own personal style.
Grelle is no stranger to being made fun of about any interests a person may have. When she was first exploring her true self, there were so many people who tried to put her down because she was different and in one lifetime, it worked. So like hell is she gonna let anyone bully you because they don’t like the same stuff that you do. Grelle will let you stand up for yourself if you want to, but she’s also glaring at whoever it is that said something with intent to murder in her eyes. And if you aren’t a confrontational person, she’ll gladly go up and give them a piece of her mind if you’d let her.
Grelle actually really admires how you don’t let these people get to you enough to completely stop listening to, participating in, or wearing the music, hobbies, or clothes you like, respectively. Like said before, in another lifetime, it was people like that that caused her to essentially end her life. Grelle from before could never imagine herself being as out there as you are actively ready to be and she loves that about you. If no one else will encourage you, she will 100%.
It doesn’t matter how weird society might think you are, Grelle loves you for you and she will make sure you know it. If there are a million people who encourage you and your weird obsessions, she’s one of them; if there is only one, it’s her; if there are none, she’s dead. 
Lovely murder wife Grelle who loves to encourage you ❤
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mymccnknight · 2 years
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Can you write something where reader calls steven a good boy? (bc he is a good boy and deserve to hear it) <33
steven grant x gender neutral reader
word count: 822
no warnings, just a short fluffy fic
good boy
Steven let out a deep sigh, pushing his cheek against your chest as he curled up into your side and wrapped an arm around you. He had had a bad day at work, everything and everyone overwhelming him, and all he wanted to do was be held.
"It's okay," you whispered, running your hand through his hair, gently so as to not disturb him. He melted against you, pushing his face completely into your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him tighter. "I've got you. You're okay now."
"Thank you," he whispered, voice muffled from where his face was pressed into your shirt. "So much."
"It's okay, love."
The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms. You could feel the tension slowly but surely dissipate from him, his shoulders no longer drawn up and his face no longer completely hidden away, and you knew he was feeling marginally better when he looked up and offered you a weak, but real, smile.
"Thank you," he whispered again, voice cracking. "I really needed that."
"Of course," you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Maybe later."
"That's okay, you can talk about it whenever you like." He thanked you again and you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Is there anything you want to do?"
He thought for a second, letting out a hum. "I just want to stay like this." He rested his head back on your chest for a moment before shooting back up, panic in his eyes as he began to stutter. "If, if that's okay. I'm sorry, we can do something, uh, something else, of course, we don't, we don't have to-"
"Steven," you cut him off, cupping his face in your hand, your thumb lovingly brushing over his cheek. "It's okay, you're okay, we can stay like this, you don't have to worry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I promise." You moved your hand back into his hair, guiding him down to rest his head on your chest. "Come here."
He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me, love."
"No, I do. You're just so good to me and I can't help but always be so thankful. I don't know how you put up with me, really."
You smiled down at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm not just putting up with you, Steven. I love you dearly, and I love being around you, no matter what you're going through."
"See? You're too good to me."
"Well, thank you."
"Hey, no, I'm supposed to be thanking you!"
The two of you laughed before settling back down, basking in the comfort of the other. You could stay like that forever, Steven in your arms, his body pressed against yours, and you wished he could understand that without still feeling like a burden. He could never be a burden, not to you.
"Can I have a kiss?" You asked, and in seconds Steven was leaning up to press his lips against yours. When he pulled away, you could see all the love in his warm brown eyes, and you smiled even wider as you examined his face. Everything about him was beautiful. "You're such a good boy."
He flushed a deep red, unable to stop the smile from forcing its way onto his lips no matter how hard he tried to bite it back, and he buried his face into your neck in an attempt to hide in his flustered state. "I didn't even do anything," he mumbled.
"You didn't have to. I just wanted to tell you that you're a good boy because you deserve to know." Even though you couldn't see his face, you could tell that his blush had darkened. "And you're so pretty, and handsome, and cute and sweet and lovely and-"
He let out a sound that was half-squeak half-groan. "Alright, alright! I, I get it." He lifted his face away from your neck and you could tell that he wasn't annoyed in the slightest, rather the opposite. "You don't have to say anymore."
"Because you don't believe it or because it's too much to hear right now?"
Embarrassed, he ducked his head. "A bit of both, really."
"That's okay. I'm always here to tell you just how amazing you are whenever you need to hear it."
He looked back up at you, shaking his head with an incredulous look. "You're incredible, you know that, right? Absolutely incredible."
You smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you. That means a lot."
He kissed your cheek in return before pressing his lips against yours again. "I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without you."
"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."
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rei-is-hiding · 1 year
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can you do a tyzula pic (wedding)
i can ~
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you can also buy this as a print 🌸
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97keanu · 7 months
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*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳In other news, I'm hoping to finish up a fic request tonight at the cafe down the street, so watch for a new one dropping❣︎ ʚ♥︎ɞ
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mutantmayhems · 5 months
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2012 Leo gifs please!!! (specifically the space ones I'll appreciate it)
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behold the space creecher
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axlestuck · 1 year
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Nepeta/Tavros bloodswap?
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I don't know why I made Nepeta a little sinister, but it felt right.
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wayhavenots · 1 year
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Okay, since I can't *not* ask about Nate and Avery, how about number 31 for them? Feel free to change the pairing for either prompt, though. And no pressure of course <3
Thank you, Seren!!! ❤️ I feel like this one is so fitting for them (even though it's only so high on my list because it is on a playlist for a Mind Blind fic I never finished lol).
This was supposed to go in a slightly different direction (and!! would have referenced some of the textbooks you recommended :) ) but the transition was a little awkward and I wanted to keep it sweet, so I shortened it into something else. I hope it still makes sense lol.
Spoilers for the Book 3 Demo ahead!
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31. My Sanctuary by Amelia Warner (from Mary Shelley (Original Motion Picture Score))
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Nate hears the sputter of Avery's car as it comes to a stop outside the Warehouse, a sound which draws him out of the tale of the Bennett family and places a smile on his lips. He places his bookmark to keep his place—not that it is necessary, when he has read this story so many times—and searches for a reflective surface in the library, settling on the black screen of his phone. He lets his hair down, rather than fixing the few strands out of place in his bun, combs through with his fingers.
He would have liked to accompany Avery on her journey home—or rather, the Warehouse, now that her apartment's ceiling has caved in—but he missed the series of texts in the group chat culminating in Morgan's acceptance of the task. Still, it makes him happy to know that he can look forward to seeing her every day, and that she is getting along with the team, his family. Not that he's surprised. Avery is brilliant and charming and witty and...
He hears footsteps—hers and Morgan's—into the Warehouse, followed by the sound of Farah leaping up from where she was lounging and, no doubt, desperate for amusement.
"Oooh," Farah exclaims, easily heard even through the walls that separate them, "you're in a mood. What's up?"
"Oh, I'm ecstatic," says Avery in a deadpan. "I love my job. It's a fulfilling way to spend the time that I'm not being hunted down by people who want to use me as a juicebox."
"Or sell you to the highest bidder," adds Morgan.
"Thanks," says Avery flatly, her footsteps continuing out of the room, "I'll keep that in mind."
"Natey's in the library," Farah calls after her, her tone teasing. "In case you wanna spread some of that cheer his way."
Nate expects Avery to make a beeline to her room—he knows that she prefers to be alone after a bad day, curled up with some math or physics problems to boost her confidence—and he is deciding how best to help when her footsteps move in his direction.
His stomach flutters. What should he be doing when she arrives? Should he greet her at the door? He gets halfway there, changes his mind (it might be unsettling for her to know how much he can hear of her movement), settles back on the couch. Checks his reflection once more. Casts his eyes over the stack of books he has pulled out of the bookshelves and is struck with an urge to tidy up.
Soon, Avery is pushing the door open, and Nate greets her with a smile.
"Avery," he says warmly, "what a lovely surprise."
The ghost of a scowl on her face twitches into a half-smile as she takes a step inside. "I didn't think I could surprise you," she says, her voice not quite as tense as it was just a moment ago.
Nate smiles and says, truthfully, "You often do."
Avery's smile widens, and she takes another step forward. "Do you mind if I hole up in here for a bit?" Her hands move as if to hide in her hoodie pockets, but now that the weather is warm, she is dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, pockets too small to hold her hands. (And isn't that what his hands are made for?)
"Of course," he says, and he pats the open seat beside him. "You don't need to ask for permission," he adds. "How was your day?"
She lets out a sigh as she crosses the rest of the room. "Fantastic. Didn't find the kid, made an ass of myself on the record to Bobby, and I drove back to my apartment after work instead of here. Morgan so helpfully said nothing until—" Her eyes scan the pile of books near him, and she pauses before she sits. "Are you sure you're not busy? I really didn't mean to dump about my day."
"Please do," says Nate with an encouraging smile. "It gives me the opportunity to tell you that we will find her, Bobby will have only good things to report, and your home will be repaired in no time."
Avery scoffs. "I don't have as much faith in Bobby or my landlord."
"You would know better on both counts," replies Nate with a chuckle. "But I do have faith in us. We make quite the team."
She sinks into the couch, her body angled towards his with one leg bent between them. Her cheek rests tiredly against the back of the sofa as she gazes up at him with captivating dark brown eyes, which slowly sweep over his face as though she is looking for something. (And oh, how he wants to be what she is looking for.) These are the eyes he recalled while he was reading, at the line, "The very great pleasure that a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow."
"We do," she admits.
He is expecting her to deflect, to take shelter in the ambiguity of the us and the we. When she doesn't, he feels his heart grow bolder.
"I hope we only grow closer while you're staying here," he adds, slowly extending one hand to rest a hair's breadth from hers, fingers nearly but not quite brushing. "And that this can feel like home to you."
"It does," she says softly, almost difficult to hear over the sweet crescendo of her heartbeat in his ears. Her fine eyes flick to the space between them, and she carefully hooks an index finger around his. "It's starting to, at least. Tell me about your day?"
Nate cannot help the smile that spreads across his face at the contact. His heart taps a hopeful tune against his chest. "Well," he begins, "it is certainly looking up."
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