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jerseyartblog · 19 days
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8U Woke up after a restless night's sleep and doodled this
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unbothered · 9 months
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cordiallyfuturedwight · 5 months
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happy new year from jin! for @jinstronaut ♡
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canisalbus · 9 months
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Hello, i joined Tumblr recently and you were one of the suggested subscribers and I absolutely fell in love with your style and your characters! so here, have a lil' Machete (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
also, sorry for the bad english, i am french oui oui baguette
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powerploff · 4 months
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Hiiii i just wanna say thank you for your feedback on my recent artworks hehe, it rlly means a lot to me!!!!!!💚🥺
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ballpitwitch · 11 months
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John Wick: Chapter 4 - Blu-ray Featurettes
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mosaickiwi · 4 months
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momoo auugh i had another idea a bit ago but i forgor </3 totally not self indulgent but could i request an angel who's normally very touch-aversed (with gloves n all) carefully reaching out to redacted to just hold their hand or something small without their glove(s) 👉👈 a quiet, tender moment with angel and redacted. i need the comfort lol
hope that made sense, i love your work sm!!
hiii hiiii shalls <3!!! Immediately started on this when I got it for no particular reason hehehehehe :3c happy birthday!!
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~Touch Averse Angel~
“Ren?”
[REDACTED] perked up beside you at the sound of your voice. You’d been quieter than usual, milling from store to store lost in thought as he trailed not too far behind along the pier. It was meant to be a simple shopping date. But you were too distracted to even remember what you'd bought despite the bags at your feet.
You were staring out at the ocean, trying to work up the courage to hold his hand. It had happened a couple of times before. Only with your gloves on, once you'd mentally prepared. Never for too long, either. You wanted it to be different this time.
It took a second to realize they were still waiting, patient for whatever you wanted to say. The silence had lasted longer than you meant it to. 
“Can we...” you began, unsure if you could even say it. You weren't prepared just yet as you turned to look at him. “...Can you go get me something warm to drink?” you asked.
Their response came with an amused smile, snake bites tugging up with the corners of his mouth. “Sure thing, Angel. Guessin' you want the usual?” You silently nodded. “Be right back.” 
He obviously knew you meant to ask something else, but he didn't pry. Instead, he sauntered off towards a brightly patterned stall further down the pier.
You immediately fussed with the fabric of your gloves, hurried to pull them off and shove them away in a coat pocket. An embarrassed huff escaped as you turned to lean forward on the wooden railing, arms crossed to stave off the cool breeze that came to brush at your fingertips.
Maybe you were overthinking it. You didn't need to announce that you wanted to hold their hand. They'd get the message loud and clear if you just went for it.
The old wood of the pier barely creaked under his boots as [REDACTED] came back. A tall cup was set on the railing next to you, scarred fingers wrapped far at the bottom to hold it steady.
“Thanks,” you said as you reached for it. He let go as soon as you securely grabbed the top. 
His blue eyes seemed to zero in on your hands. They took a sip of their own drink before asking, “Gloves bothering you?”
“Something like that,” you mumbled as you mustered up the courage again. Steam from the drink wafted into your face as you took a few sips to warm up and think it over. He wasn’t quite in reach anymore, but you’d take the next opportunity as soon as—
“I have another pair if y'need ‘em,” he said softly. 
The dark-haired man pulled a set of gloves out from his jacket. They weren’t in his style, nor his size. You watched as he placed them on the railing, just as he did with the drink. Had he always been carrying around an extra pair for you? He wasn’t even wearing any of his own.
“Um, thank you,” you repeated and fell silent, a little caught off guard. You took the gloves and fiddled with them for a moment. The fabric felt softer than your other ones, and a lot warmer from being hidden away in his coat. It was comforting.
The gloves had to be stashed in another pocket for now. Yet again he didn't question your actions, despite how odd you were being—how odd you'd been all day. You drummed your fingers on the styrofoam cup as you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.
For once, he wasn't looking at you. He was leaning back, one hand dangling off the edge of the railing while the other held his drink close to his mouth. Every so often he was biting his lip as he swallowed with a tiny wrinkle to his brow.
You shifted closer and began to reach for him.
They were quick to notice once you moved, eyes widening and darting between your face and your hand—your bare hand—that was slowly inching towards theirs on the wooden surface. There was clear anticipation in the way his fingers curled and uncurled, though he otherwise held still. Somehow his patience to let you take your time helped calm your nerves. It took a few more seconds until you eventually felt the warmth radiating from their hand.
His skin was a little rough in some places. You delicately traced over the faint veins running along the back of his hand before tucking your fingers in to touch the softer side of his palm. The angle seemed awkward, but you were determined to see it through. They slightly turned their wrist to make it easier for you to hold on. 
Neither of you spoke while you settled into the feeling for the first time.
Everything about it felt different without the barrier you normally had. It was new, but comfortable. You didn’t mind how cold [REDACTED]'s fingertips were compared to the rest of him, or the way his thumb draped loosely over your unsteady knuckles. A silent sort of reminder that you could pull away whenever you needed to—except you wanted to stay like this.
If it wasn’t for the rather hasty swig of his drink that he took once you carefully tightened your grip, you would’ve seen the beginnings of an uncontrollable smile on your partner’s face.
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helinyetille · 7 days
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Christoph Schneider, Live from Madison Square Garden
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olessan · 2 years
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lmao the horse girl gene really does run in the family doesn't it
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meadowsofmay · 7 months
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there's an indescribable amount of pure joy i get watching liam in the crown keepers campaign — his reactions to all the familiar things, not familiar to orym but to liam himself. his happy smile at ashley when sherri was described, his content sigh when gilmore said he was married and overall just gentle look in his eyes during this whole segment, his quick smile when aabria mentioned syngorn and heart grab followed by an exaggerated fall under the table when they arrived to byroden is just precious to me. this man needs to be protected at all costs.
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bluepallilworld · 4 days
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woop woop here's a gif
Jing, baby, I wonder what she is humming...
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happy birthday @ari-cuno ^^
thanks @shinechermont for organizing this collab gift :]
a still version under the readmore in case dumblr bring too much the quality down
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also here's the reference I used to make the base (it changed so much XDc)
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dovewingkinnie · 6 months
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shuichi and kirie waaaAaAAAAAAAAAAAH
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merry-andrews · 6 months
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Johnny/Kenshi but there never was a Mortal Kombat, Johnny just met him at one of his travels to Japan and now they're married, on a honeymoon. Soft morning with Kenshi kissing top of his head and caressing his body when Johnny lifts his head to ask why Kenshi keeps him around only to be answered; "darling, I wanted to have you all for myself like a cute little pet from the first time we met."
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sixosix · 2 months
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bro im back<3(u aint grtting rid of me soon)
in celebration ofmthe life changing news of Thawed update this sundya
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(new height perfetc for forehead kissies)(i swear to god if tumblr fucks up the layout again)
can u tell where i gave up HAHKSKSJSHSKAKKAKSJS
i hc mc was taller back when they were younger thats why she commented abt how much lyney changed that time they sparred hahahhsndnmks
lil lyney tiptoeing when being photographed with mc is sending me
god forbidd i get normal when it comes to lyney😔😔😔
(have a nice fay muah ur amazing🩷)
WHY WOULD I EVER GET RID OF YOUUU i wouldmt even dare to think about that 😡😡😡 youre THE thawed artist
YES DEFINITELY mc was definitely taller! U could say lyney looked up to you.. haha..anyway yeah men’s growth spurts are no joke this happens WAY too often irl ofc it would also happen to lyney
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whore-for-chris-evans · 2 months
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Thought I had after reading a bunch of headcanons from @16woodsequ
I think the greatest tragedy of Steve Rogers' life is not the pain he suffered as a child, or the abuse from his father, or the grief of losing people or the tiredness of always having to fight.
The greatest tragedy of Steve Rogers' life is everyone around him knowing him, but simultaneously also ignoring him. Yes, Captain America is famous, he's admired/hated (depends on where you're standing). He's talked about often, asked for advice and leadership, he gets privileges too.
But no one really knows him. No one knows just how hurt he is. How *lonely* he is. How distrustful he is. How anxious and scared he is. No one bothers to find out either.
There's a reason he wanted someone with shared life experiences. Nat may try to get to know him, sympathise with him. Sam - bless his soul - tries his best but even as a veteran himself, he can't really understand everything about Steve Rogers, because a) he hasn't witnessed Steve's entire life, and b) Steve is extremely reserved, both by nature and out of trust issues.
As for everyone else, his teammates aren't nearly close enough to him, and everyone else simply doesn't care.
Everyone knows Captain America but not a single soul knows, or cares about Steven Grant Rogers.
Except...
Except for maybe that one boy who stuck with him and fought off the bullies and patched him up later. The boy who grew up with him and watched him grow up while tackling everything life was throwing. The boy who later on became the man who followed him into the jaws of death (quite literally). The boy who, as far as Steve knew, was now at the bottom of an abyss in the Alps. The boy who he had nothing left of, except dog tags and his own faded pencil sketches.
The boy whose name was James Buchanan Barnes.
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itischeese · 9 months
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yeah, your body moving automatically to save someone is good and all, but have you considered the inherent love required to see what’s about to happen, to know what will happen to you if you save them, and to do it anyway, because even though it might kill you, they’ll survive, and in the end that matters far more, because they’re worth it, in the end?
Yes, this post is about Kakaobi.
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