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tu-es-gegg · 1 year
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pt 2 to the favela five!!! (tazercraft here)
(again back at it again with teh balling,
felps i loVE a lot when i saw his tattoos i coudl only think of markings and liek i settled on somethign liek an inkblot or watermarble effect on his skin. i originally wanted to give him circuitry liek a cyborg but itd be too similar to pac's so i settled with somethin else
cellbit's love for puzzles i LIKE, so give him the title of detective adventurer, sherlock holme lone swordsman type beat when hes on teh move, when i look at it from afar it do kinda look liek robin hood but we're gonna ignore that
forever was tough to figure out bro wearing nothing adn has even mroe nothing under there so i gave that little leaf a bit mor eprominance, the green is good to contrast the red and warmth, adn i also think its a kinda reminder of brunin, also braid i love that detail, a bit of mirroring with how i draw philza witha little braid too
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palestporn · 1 year
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Your moirail likes to touch you.
It's another symptom of his damage, really, all the pitiful, cracked bullshit about him wrapped up in the needy, hungry way he strokes your hair or your horns or takes daring, glancing reach-arounds to brush a hand over your back. Trolls are tough as chitin and claws, and you don't give a shit about your aberrant mutant blood, you're a troll through and through.
You shouldn't like to be touched. You don't.
But Gamzee does. And you, for some godforsaken reason, are infected with some kind of disease that makes you tolerate him.
It's cold tonight, and you can tell as soon as you wake up because Gamzee's curled around you like a grub, face buried in the back of your neck and hands rubbing absently up and down your belly. You have the slime set pretty warm, but not warm enough, apparently. When you move to get untangled, Gamzee grumbles and groans and reels you in even harder, nuzzling behind your ear.
You're a troll, you don't care about being touched. But you also can't get away. So you settle, and grumpily let him pet sleepily at your face, your chest, your neck. The slight, rough scrape of the pads on his palms and then the prickling, controlled threat of his claws.
You don't need to be touched. You don't need anybody for anything. A troll is an island. A troll doesn't give a shit. A troll doesn't get frustrated and irritable if they have to go a few weeks without their moirail touching them, so you don't. You don't.
You don't realize you're purring until he starts purring too. The tips of his claws trail across the curve of your thoracic cage, prickle and knead at you like you're some kind of wriggler comfort object, and you try to choke down the rusty rumble in your thorax and can't make it happen.
Gamzee mumbles, "Best friend, beats every miracle on the sand, sea and sky how sweet you turn for me touching you," and curls around you a little tighter, bites harmlessly at the side of your neck and the nape, where the hair trails off down your posture column. For a second all of his claws and his fangs press just hard enough to catch you still, breath hitching--then his palms smooth past the place his claws pricked at you, and he nuzzles his bare cheek against the mark of his teeth, and you're purring even louder, melting into warm, stupid shivers.
You understand what he actually said a second later, and are immediately, breathlessly indignant.
"I'm, you, fuck you," you retort, which is far from your best work, but in your defense your moirail is a soft embarrassment of a troll and he won't stop touching you, bundling you up into the curve of his freakishly long body, petting the line of one of your thighs, kneading a tense muscle there, going back to rubbing the place your purr hums at the base of your thoracic cage. "I'm humoring you, dipshit, because apparently you fucked up too many cartwheels when you were a wriggler and sloshed most of your panmatter out of your ears."
Gamzee gives a rattling, huffing chirr of amusement, melting into an actual laugh when you growl at him. "If you say so, brother," he says, soothed amiable, and nips at the back of your neck again, where he's definitely going to leave a really obvious mark for all of your chucklefuck hatefriends to hoot about.
"You're embarrassing both of us."
"Aww, motherfucker, that right?"
"You're-- It's not a-- What do you fucking think I am, some kind of--of touch-dependent mammal, huddling in its shitty brood-den with all its wriggling, hairless birth-pupas--"
Gamzee's snickering at you again. "I bet mammals don't purr so nice, best friend."
"Fuck you," you say again, with feeling, and twist half-heartedly at his grip again. He clicks his fangs, a disappointed little noise, and just holds you tighter, tight enough it aches just a little. Tight like it doesn't matter what you are or what you want, or what you don't want to want. He's not letting you go.
You don't like it. You don't, you don't, you don't. A good troll wouldn't. You don't.
He's mumbling some kind of highblood benediction into your hair, some nightmarish honking thing about being anointed in the wicked elixir and the stardust in your eyes. But his claws come to your face, a huge, cool frond wrapped all the way around to cup your cheek, and when his thumbclaw rests on your lip it's just heavy enough to shut you the fuck up, just light enough you know he's not going to hurt you. Just threatening enough to send a thrilling pale shiver through your palms and down your spine, and safe like you can only be like this.
"Little motherfucker gets so fucking hungry for it when he's lonely," Gamzee murmurs, and presses a little harder when you try to open your mouth to argue. "Nah-ah-ah, best friend, shoosh. Shhhh. You're so motherfucking warm, and look at you all soft all over, like clouds or some shit... Lemme all get my feel on. Get a good motherfucking grab-around at you going."
You bite his finger in revenge, a whole lot gentler than you could considering how tough highblood skin is. He laughs at you and then moves all in a rush, pins you into a tight little ball with your arms at your sides and your knees to your chest and dunks you in the sopor, bringing you up growling and squirming.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
"Shooshing," he says, and pats your face again with a stupid-sounding splap-splap noise. "Rowdy little motherfucker's gotta chill the fuck down. And hey, check it out."
His hands find both of your horns, and he combs the sopor through your hair with delicate clawtips and then rubs the sopor at the roots of your horns, right where thin skin gives way to the slight velvet at the bases.
The cool pressure feels completely different combined with the humming, numb-sensitive tingle of sopor, and you're immediately rendered hopelessly, humiliatingly compliant. You melt like a frozen beverage block at high noon in the desert. You make a noise you would murder any of your enemies or friends for hearing. You croon like a pupa who just discovered cotton candy. You'll fucking savage him if he stops.
"...'S real motherfucking sweet how you like it," he says again, peacefully, and this time you feel way too damn good to make yourself argue.
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mitamicah · 8 months
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11/13 Käärijä stickers 🦩🌴⛱️
Did I plan that I'd take this long between drawing the sketch and rendering the finished piece so that Jere is now on vacation again making this relevant? Nope, but it would've been fun if I had x'D
I couldn't leave Frank out tho :'3
⬅️Previous entry ➡️Concept sketches
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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I actually for real feel like my phone's scanning quality has dropped monumentally while I was away on thing so that's a fun thing to figure out now. anyways
#sk8 the infinity#kyan reki#hasegawa langa#renga#answering of ''sure'' whenever they ask ''are you gay'' strikes again#gods. genuinely at least on the export the quality of these dropped like to half. whats up with that#sorry if these are impossible to parse#anyways. scribbled these during ''holiday'' ''vacation'' ''getaway'''#sometimes it really is the simple things. hallucinating vividly about the casual life of a pair of teens to survive being in a car for 6hrs#WITH da family#so glad I picked up scribbling on paper again. I actually got stuff to do digitally today and!! literally it feels so much cleaner#like I feel like I relearned a bunch stuff doing traditional ink again for a sec#but yeah. u guys should know by now how much I think about food as a concept#took 3m off last year to write about it in fact. but now Im just microdosing by drawing langa#I'm also actually so insane about reki being a scaredy cat it's so. something. it means so much to me#this of course means koyomi is a jumpscare champion. among siblings that are close in age there must be#the one who sleeps in the lower bunk. and the one who ties a doll to a string by its neck and lower it down to be next to the others face#'why is that so specific' no further question. thank you#gods okay. I need to lay the fuck down it is now my time. to be in bed#Im onto some real exciting stuff rn! and when this piece is done I'll return to ink for a sec#so uh. ink comm maybe not this week. but the next#happy late labor day! seek and destroy. have a good night
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pegging-satan · 1 year
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The likelihood of Chuuya being the next PM boss and Kunikida guaranteed to be the ADA president,,, that bitch Dazai is living the y/n wattpad life
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aquickstart · 3 months
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sorry i'm just thinking again about how felix, seen as the sun of oliver's world, filtered through the many references to greek myth, blessed by apollo, the god of sun and disease, sends the arrow of the plague of obsession to forever be lodged in oliver's heart, to forever be stuck in the wound of saltburn, sorry, ah! sorry i just–
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moregraceful · 2 months
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Living that extreme vacation life (11pm burger in the most suburban bistro I've ever experienced....BUT I'M OUTSIDE BC IT'S NOT RAINING IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA)
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lover-of-mine · 8 months
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seven(ish) sentence sunday!
I was tagged by @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @watchyourbuck thank you!!!!!
Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.
Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together. But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.  Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.
imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk
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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months
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Good morning heauxs!
How is everyone doing? I'm just checking in to make sure all of my favorite people are okay.
I will be back later this week with concepts, fics, the works.
For now, I'm living my best life in the middle of the ocean lol
I'll be finishing up the rest of my concepts and requests and also accepting new ones! So if you have an idea, send it my way (First Lady verse).
I hope all of you have an amazing day and remember that there is nothing in this world that you can't face or handle and I am always here to be a listening ear.
Oh, and don't forget how much I love and adore all of you and I'm thankful for everyone that takes time out to read what I post whether it deal with my baby Jackman, Urban, Joe or my life as a nurse.
I'll be back soon!
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Muah 💋
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rosenecklaces · 9 months
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elain & azriel au • GENDER SWAP
The only bridge of connection … that knife.
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limelocked · 4 months
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3rd: i hate this fucking planet i want to leave pronto this exile sucks
3rd: i hate this fucking planet i want to leave
3rd: okay this planet doesnt suck that back but i still want to leave
3rd: okay i can leave now... but this trash heap is kinda nice actually
3rd: hey! stop attacking my stupid shitty planet!
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taitiii · 9 months
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Leon Scott Kennedy. Resident evil Death island.
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Leon's vacation after Death island.
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darewolfcreates · 11 months
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Happy 5 years of octo-expantion! Here’s the development of my agent 8: Oct and Ling: 2 people, 1 body.
Were they once one Octoling who split into 2 when they fell and lost most of their memories? Were they two Octolings who were forced into the same body? Were they one Octoling who developed an alter? Who is the original? Were they born like this? Neither know. And neither care to find out. They’re alright with not knowing. They know they are together and this is all they can remember.
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queenharumiura · 5 months
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((Day 3 of realizing my last boss was so shit that I basically have ptsd and I've been stressing about something that has been a non-issue this entire time.
Well then.))
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valorascult · 1 year
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Affirm
I am so grateful for my abundant mindset. I am rich. I have everything I want and more. Everything I desire, desires me more. Money comes easily to me. I get paid to exist. Everyone thinks I am a model when they meet me. I have my desired features. I am feminine. I am so perfect. I am obsessed with myself. I am kind. My presence is like an addiction. I see my value. My whole life is one big miracle. The universe works in my favor. I am worthy of everything I desire. I am balanced, stable, and joyful. I believe in my ability to change my reality. Everything I want, is already mine. Everything I just said is the truth and I let this seep into my subconscious.
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wysteriaisapenguin · 7 months
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For the railway roundabout au Is thomas the Rose or Steven this universe Or is he somehow both did he lost his memory or something
I know that I have established Thomas as Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz and that’s because the way he changes in Railroad Roundabout kinda reflects on that. So let me explain!
He initially starts off as an arrogant young man with little to no experience in working on a railway. Although he is hardworking and always eager to make himself useful, his pride and rudeness have led others to have a low opinion of him. Overtime, he realizes that in order to gain the respect and appreciation he truly deserved, he’ll need to change his behavior. He begins helping out others and taking moments to under their feelings, making him realize how valuable his relationships are. He also learns how to appreciate the life around him so that he doesn’t have to tie his self worth solely on his career.
So yeah, like Pink becoming Rose, Thomas matures to become a kinder and more empathetic person, He may have made a few foolish and impulsive decisions while doing so, but what matters is that he is always striving to be better.
I will say that there is also an equivalent to Steven in this AU! And I will elaborate some details about it down below:
A few years have passed and Thomas gradually becomes burnt out by his career. Running his branchline no longer gave him the joy he once had when he had first started. He decided that he had to step away, even though it pained him to do so. He still loved all of his friends and knew that he had built a strong reputation for himself, so leaving everything behind would be a devastating thing for him to do. Still, he knew that this would be best for him. He eventually quit and leaves Sodor so that he can go and pursue a new dream: travel the world to sightsee different railways and expand his knowledge on them.
Meanwhile, back on Sodor, a new recruit was ready to take his place. She was a young woman who had heard about the countless escapades of NWR’s #1 engine driver and was eager to work with him one day. Though she was disappointed to see that he was already gone by the time she joined the railway, she was determined to follow in his footsteps and do the best she can do. Her name was Rosie.
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