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fishymom-art · 1 year
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jam on a picnic date 🫶
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you can kill me now, it's okay, I accept my fate.
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mine-loves · 1 year
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Trigun Stampede | s01e08
“What is this?” “Your room! Starting today, you’re officially a resident of Ship Three.”
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moved-to-tobernaut · 2 months
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Woe Cult of the lamb OC be upon ye
I've been trying to embrace my cringe so. But the real reason I'm posting this is because I have 8,000 COTL sketches in various states of finish and if I don't post something I'll lose traction so get creatured. May post more of this guy maybe.
Some rambles under cut
Man this guy has been through so many changes. I made him back when I first got really into cult of the lamb to help me experiment with shipping. This was pre sins of the flesh, pre leshycat popularity and I don't fuck with incest so OCs were one of the only option and man I went hard.
Now he's settled down as a character a bit. I'm more focused on his role as a sort of thinly worn yet content caretaker. That doesn't mean he can't get around a little now and then, though, when the urge strikes me.
For his design I basically took everything I liked In A Creature and slapped it onto one Guy™️. I never really did furry/anthro art pre cotl, though I dabbled in monsters, so this was really new to me at the time. (Still is, tbh.) So yeah. Bat ears, some little antenna feeler things, spidery mouth and paws, fangs, four arms, toe beans, fluff and fur, freckles, somehow. Literally just anything that makes me boogie in a fella.
I reeeeally wanted to make this post with more drawings but I'm trying really hard not to burn out. Another social media page of mine lies dead because I burnt myself out trying to chase algorithms. I want to make a nice lil balance between post all the time always and literally never.
Shit this was supposed to be about my oc
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commanderfloppy · 10 months
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So me and @little-leaf-man have been going wild with our cowboys Dutch and Adir, they are gay old men together but they also don't realize it because they are dumb sometimes. Peace and love on planet Yaoi <3
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Everyone asks “ooh I wonder who is Flapjack’s Jake is it Bubbie or is it K’nuckles hmm”
but no one considers that it’s NEITHER, Flapjack isn’t even Finn, he is K’NUCKLES’ magic dog man
Yeah this is big brain time
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shhh-secret-time · 13 days
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I was going through my drabbles and WIPs and found my first rough draft on Craig’s Soulmate fic. I didn't wanna share it at the time because I was afraid of the backlash I would get with it, but I think part of the "Finding fun in writing" again is to stop caring and just doing it. So here's the snippet! It'll probably stay in WIP hell, but I'm glad I didn't delete it.
Warning: Angst, Strong Language
'Come back to this when you're ready, don't push yourself okay?'
Craig reads the scratchy handwriting over and over again. The ink bled into the napkin long ago, coffee stained the corners. It's lost the scent of whatever brew it was, but he thinks he still remembers the smell.
How could he forget the smell? It was on his shirt almost every day. On his lips when they kissed. Sometimes grounds of the brown powder would be in his hair, Craig would spend hours picking out the little bits.
"You don't have to do that." He'd tell him with a feeble attempt to swat his hand away.
"I want to." Craig would say back.
Now, all is left of the bittersweet memory is the napkin in his hand. Craig presses his thumb into the napkin, grimacing at the texture. He sends a shiver down his spine that's far too uncomfortable, but he doesn't stop. The material is old, likely to tear at any moment. It wasn't designed to be kept this long. Or at all, for that matter. But he can't bring himself to get rid of it. It's the last thing he has of him that he hasn't thrown away or given back.
Tweak Tweek had a soulmate. And it wasn't Craig Tucker.
Craig Tucker did not have a soulmate. Born without one.
Funny how that works.
Except it wasn't. It wasn't fucking funny, it was cruel. That life would determine such a thing for people. What gave life the right to decide who falls in love and who doesn't?! And how come it saw fit to keep him out of the loop? Why didn't he get fancy ink on skin, stupid flowers growing out of his face, or a damn counter that counts away at the moments until you finally meet your so called forever partner?
Tweek had turned sixteen when it happened. A clock on his wrist began to count down, at first he panicked, because of course he did. It was the first time in years he had actually managed to pull his hair out. Of course Craig was there to calm him down, to put his hat over his head so he could pull the strings instead. Did he still have that hat?
After calming the blond down, they worked together to find out what it meant. Mr. Tweak explained it to his son with Craig sitting right there. Right in front of his partner, the man explained that Tweek had a soulmate. That the timer was going to keep ticking away until he found his soulmate. When it hit zero, they were destined to meet.
Four years, eleven months, twenty-two days.
That was how much time he had left. How much time Craig had left before he lost Tweek to destiny. Stupid fucking unfair destiny.
The whole town had made a spectacle about it when they heard the news, of course Richard Tweak couldn't keep his mouth shut. His gay son was going to lose his boyfriend, because Craig didn't have a timer on his wrist. The only other thing he could say about the whole situation was that the breakup was going to be bad for business.
Craig was determined to prove him wrong, that Tweek wouldn't leave him because of some soulmate bullshit. And at first he was right. Four more years went by and they were still going strong, hell Craig would have said it only brought them closer. Then on the twenty second day of the eleventh month, Tweek met a man who swept him away.
It's been almost a year since that day and he can still smell the coffee in his hair, he can still feel the tears on his face. Those angry defiant tears that came with words that shouldn't have been said. Things he could never take back. No matter how many times he drove his fist into the dirty brick wall, it wouldn't bring him back.
Fuck it.
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peachdues · 10 months
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what if I uploaded Part One of Tell Me to Stop tonight lol.
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izvmimi · 1 month
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yk when people say no to me it only makes me want it more
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vladdyissues · 3 months
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Ahhh, Pompous Pep makes my day. In Familiar I truly enjoy that Vlad and Danny seems to bring both the worst and the best out in each other. Please tell us there will be more biting.
Well, I certainly will now :)
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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months
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Hii i just wanted to say like wow. I really admire you. Like I don't understand how you have so much motivation to write and answer reqs?? And your work is not shitty too. I'm a writer too and my motivation is low low low and lower. Sooo just wanted to say that I absolutely love and adore your work. Thank you 💕💕
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It's because of things like this that I keep going!! I love you!! Thank you!!
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cooler-ian · 1 year
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Why are there no Diavolo and Barbatos domestic fluff fics??? Why does every fanfic with them have to be either them doing the horizontal tango or being sadistic evil bastards??? GOD I just want caretaker Barb I just want them to talk to each other and do stupid cute shit I'm so tiered of porn I just want substance fuck- I'm gonna have to write it myself no plea
This cant be that rare of a pairing?? so many ppl agree that Barb raised Dia but no one does anything with it waahhh
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xxbunnyboy · 6 months
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Dating apps are stupid, now accepting marriage proposals from mutuals
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fullmetalscullyy · 7 months
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what if i wrote royai again hahahaha......
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baronessblixen · 6 months
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This morning I heard a song I liked and I meant to write down a few lyrics so I could google it later on but I fucking forgot and now there's no way I'll ever find the song unless I end up accidentally hearing it again.
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strang3n1ghts · 17 days
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if i ruin my weekend im kms :3
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pasteltraitor · 8 months
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whatever fanto wip uh ohh
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