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Oouuwhhhh ma gaddd… hai guys….. I wanna thank @sketchingdemonss for commissioning me!! These two fellas were EXTREMELY fun 2 draw. like i love their designs. thx so much again :3
Good news, I figured out the Twisted Dyson idea
Bro is a mimic (cause DND woahhhhh)
He'll mimic whoever is in the run and if you approach
Boo! Jumpscare! A dice!
What do you think would happen if you were twisted?
Spooky thought
(more under cut)
Solar- @nonsensical-guild
Rubi - @barks-hideout
The idea I had was that Dyson didn't make it to the elevator in time. Although I'm unsure of how his twisted form would be, I have two ideas: Something passive (like glisten or RnD) or a mimic (cause he's a D20.... D&D reference...)
Not Dyson related buuuuuttt
PATHFINDER/D&D CHARACTER WOOOAAHHHH
Top four goals very thought out goals totally not not thought through:
1.) Silly animated show
2.) Comic seriessssssssssss
3.) Visual novel but get this it’s also a platformer hahahaha *-*’ (I’m…I’m a sonic I’m sorry)
4.) produce my own music
Will I ever achieve those goals? Maybe i don’t know that future nonsense is not what I use my tarot cards for. Will I try? Absolutely. Can I be everything I wanna be before my time? I don’t know that’s just referencing Vienna. Is it 12:40 am right now? Yes. Yes it is.
“You’re dreaming of me?” a voice says
@mechtober-2024 day 16! (a bit late cos i had a beach date yesterday lol anyway click for better quality!)
This is based off a chapter of a Fic i wrote! :3 here’s the series if you guys wanna read it!
It’s on the other side of brian :D
it’s kinda hard to see with nastya being in front of the reflection, but it’s there i promise! :D!
“There’s nothing like doing nothing, with you”
@mechtober-2024 day 11!
i bring thee my finest robot gals, and their male(ish) counterparts as well all vibing with Aurora in the cockpit :3
(click for better quality)
javier escuella hcs! ^-^
just some silly (some modern) hcs. sfw!/fluff!!! // sry i havent been posting!! :c
javier loves loves sweet things, every time you see him, he’s munching on a chocolate bar and he loves red velvet
if javier had kids with you he would NOT throw any baby stuff away even if they were like 30 he would still have their toys from when they were like.. 5 😭
INLOVE with tattoos that’s it
javier steals cheap cologne idc what anyone says JAVIER SMELLS GOOD 🙄🙄
chews on pencils if you asked him for a pencil you will feel all the teeth marks on it 😭😭 (you would probably see the eraser bit on……..)
idk why but I feel like he would love skateboarding but he sucks ass 😞
has thick ass blankets you’ll never be cold again
LOVES when u brush his hair in the morning
he cuddles his pillow
he’s awkward when he’s complimenting you 😭😭 even when you guys r dating he has build up the courage to say you look nice today
“Why won’t you choose me?”
john marston x f!reader
summary !!!! — you’re johns side chick but you’re getting pretty tired of it so you tell john u or abi.. unfortunately he won’t leave his wife for you.
warnings !: smut at the first part (not rlly smut srryyyy) mostly just angst, johns gets drunk for a lil lol and a stinky cheater lol……. I think thatst it !!! ^_^ enjoyyy 😴😴
i feel so bad for abi in this :c i love her smm ill make her smth soon !!
this is kinda short so i do apologize !! i don’t have time to make it longer :((
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"Thank you, sweetheart. I needed this." John pressed his forehead against yours, the glimmer of sweat and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils. Cupping your hips with his calloused hands, sliding his length out of your throbbing hole. You let out a whiny moan at the loss feeling of him inside of you.
"I know — I know, I’ll see you later?" John responded, you sighed softly. John was attempting to urge you to leave his tent quickly due to the rising tension within him. Johns heart was racing at the thought of his wife, Abigail, approaching his tent and finding you half naked in Johns tent as his cum rested on your chest. He personally never cared for aftercare, not with you. You were just something to get his stress out. John quickly grabbed a rag and began rubbing off the mess off of you, burying the rag deep in his pocket, making a mental note to throw it away later.
"John.. I, er — can we talk about this? I don’t —" Your sentence was cut short by John's abrupt intervention, as he hastily shoved you out of the tent. Without giving you a chance to speak, John rushed around, frantically tidying up the cot, completely ignoring your presence.
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Another heated argument erupted between John and Abigail, yet this one was worse for the both of you. Abigail was growing more suspicious with each passing moment, she began questioning the mysterious marks resting on John's neck. The outlaw was at a loss for words, utterly incapable of formulating a believable lie.
“It’s nothin’ Abigail.. just — quit it,” John attempted to pacify Abigail with a gentle rub of her shoulders, his free hand attempting to conceal most of the marks on his neck from her view by making his jacket cover most. She was unwilling to listen to those lies, growing tired of his bullshit and storming off. Johns hands slapped on his face, sighing frustratedly.
John could feel your gaze drilling into his skull, even after he strolled away into his tent. His temper had reached its limit, the pressure of his situation piling up on him as he responded in his usual brash manner. "What? I ain’t in the mood to deal with you either," he scoffed, spinning on his heel and storming off. A shiny bottle was held tightly in his hand, the contents inside indicating his desire for a brief escape from reality.
You never understood Johns relationship with Abigail. Nobody did. Not even John himself.
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"I'm getting real sick of that attitude," you huffed, hovering above John as he lay flat on his back on the ground. He laughed drunkenly, his words barely intelligible as the alcohol took over his mind. "Why does it matter to you?" John laughed out a response, his words slurred and his speech already incoherent.
"Abigail or me." You firmly demanded, clearly frustrated by John's attitude. The outlaw's drunken wheezing laughter suddenly came to a halt, his sudden shift in expression making it clear he was getting angry. He propped himself up, his voice still slurred. "Are you serious..?" he uttered, his voice growing increasingly furious as he stared you down, his gaze burning into you.
John responded immediately, the words falling from his tongue without a second thought. "I'm not leaving my wife." He spoke through clenched teeth, taking a swig out of his beer before tossing the remainder onto the ground. The bottle broke into numerous shards on the ground, the sharp noise reverberating all throughout the encampment. You listened to him with a sinking heart, but a deep part of you knew his words to be true. You had dared to dream, wanting to believe that he would choose you, oh, how wrong you were.
"You don't love me?" You asked, your voice full of a deep sense of heartbreak and longing. John kept silent, refusing to answer your question, which gave you a clear hint at how he felt. He eventually muttered out a half-hearted "Sorry." before stumbling away, turning his back to you as you remained speechless, your eyes already filled with tears.
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Everything has become different, John's behavior in contrast to his previous behavior indicating that something had fundamentally shifted in his attitude. He refused to even glance at you, never acknowledging your existence as he put all of his attention towards his wife. The attention he gave her was all the affection and care you'd desired, the sweet love and affection you yearned for. You could no longer help but feel the sting of jealously in your heart, envious of Abigail's privileged position and wishing you could be in her shoes.
You went to sit beside him, offering a small smile in a futile attempt at garnering his attention. However, he simply stood up and walked away, heading towards his shared tent with Abigail and leaving you in the chilly air alone once again. His indifference towards you only served to deepen your sadness, the tears filling up once more as the painful realization set in.
Why would you even think he would choose you?
teehee🙈🙈
“Pretty flowers?”
arthur morgan x female reader !!!
no smut, fluff, flustered arthur, barely put any work in this ^_^
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Arthur entered Saint Denis and began to walk around aimlessly, the atmosphere of the town leaving a foul impression on him. He despised it with a burning passion, yet the memory of your conversation and your love for flowers prompted him to overcome that distaste and set off to find those pretty flowers you enjoyed.
After countless hours of strolling, Arthur managed to find an exquisite bouquet of flowers in a store, their sweet and pleasant aroma filling his sense of smell with each breath while the bouquet caught his attention with its beauty. Arthur cared nothing for the exorbitant price of the flowers. The thought of your sweet smile was more important to Arthur than money could ever be, and he felt content with making this small sacrifice to see you happy.
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Arthur cradled the bouquet of flowers in his hands as he walked out the store, “I hope she’ll like em..” Arthur muttered under his breath. He gave the petals a light caress with the pads of his fingertips. He hoped you would immediately fall in love him and just ask to marry him on the spot. His attention remained focused solely on the flowers, causing him to accidentally bump into his horse. The horse was startled and let out a small huff in response.
“Ah, ‘m sorry, boah.” Arthur stuffed his hand in his satchel and pulled out an oatcake, feeding his horse. Arthur showed the horse the flowers with the intention of eliciting its reaction. The horse simply sniffed the flowers before going back to its usual duties, providing no discernable reaction.
Arthur's anxiety took the helm of his emotions once more, causing his frustration to bubble up in his chest. His uncertainty only further fueled his anxiety, as he awaited your reaction with mounting concern.
The horse began galloping back to camp. Arthur was completely immersed in his thoughts about you, unable to focus on anything outside your presence in his mind. He paid no mind to his horse or where it was headed, his attention only on the thought of you at camp. Every little gesture you displayed made his heart swell with happiness, yet he had yet to notice his horse heading the wrong way..
The horse let out a startling whine in response to the sudden gunshot, bucking Arthur off its back and causing him to tumble into the dirt. The bouquet was now covered in mud, its beauty tarnished and its fragrance muted. Arthur's careless movements as he rolled in the dirt caused the bouquet to get crushed underneath him, the flowers trampled in the result.
“Shit..” Arthur was overwhelmed by feelings of humiliation after noticing the state of the bouquet, disappointed that he would be presenting you with such messy and ruined flowers. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from afar, prompting him to hastily duck behind a tree and hide from view, Arthur stuffed the flowers into his satchel. He cautiously observed his surroundings, scanning for the sound with rising concern.
O'Driscolls filled up the camp, their boisterous laughter and the clink of beer bottles filling the atmosphere. The gang members did not care about being quiet, as their behavior was rather outlandish and chaotic, their lack of concern for noise apparent to Arthur.
Arthur leaned down, reaching for his shiny revolver and firing numerous rounds towards the men, his anger evident from his sharp and abrupt shooting. Each O’Driscoll tried putting up their best shot but died one by one. Arthur’s arm flew up to his head, wiping the sweat dribbling off his forehead. Putting his two fingers in his mouth and began whistling for his horse. His horse soon turned up, nuzzling its face into Arthur’s calloused palms.
“Awhhh, it’s alright, boah.” Arthur was quick to dismiss his horse's actions, forgiving its small misdoings without second thought. Even if the horse made a bigger mistake, Arthur would still be quick to forgive it.
"Let's head home," he stated softly, putting his revolver away and beginning to move away from the area, staring down at the torn flowers resting in his satchel.
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Finally returning to camp after the encounter with the O'Driscolls, Arthur was greeted by several gang members with a few smiles and familiar greetings. However, when Arthur's gaze met yours, seeing that soft smile you gave him, he was filled with a blend of emotions. His throat tightened as he swallowed the lump down, the sweat beading down his body the physical manifestation of his anxiety.
This was the moment Arthur had dreaded, yet he couldn't back out now. He attempted to wipe off most of the mud on his body but it failed miserably, just getting it more on his pants. Arthur grew annoyed but with a deep breath, he summoned all of his courage and approached you, digging the crushed flowers out of the satchel with his shaking hand. His hand slowly stretched outward, attempting to offer you the pitiful bouquet.
“For you..” Arthur's voice was barely audible, seemingly unable to hold his ground and meet your gaze as he attempted to offer you the pathetic bouquet. The crushed flowers were the only remnants of the beautiful bouquet Arthur had once envisioned, and the sight made him feel deeply embarrassed. He remained staring at the ground with an intense stare as he waited for your response.
"What happened to them?" Your soft and concerned voice greeted Arthur's ears, eliciting a wave of shame and frustration. He felt mortified by his appearance, your reaction to him a painful reminder of the unfortunate incident that brought about the crushed bouquet.
"They.. were like this when I first got em," Arthur lied quickly, he was a terrible liar but he didn’t wanna tell you the true story. You would’ve laughed in his face. taking a deep breath. His gaze remained fixed on the ground while his body visibly tensed up from the embarrassment.
“Oh, what a shame.” You sighed softly, knowing Arthur was attempting to cover up the truth, but you were unwilling to pursue the matter any further. Your gaze found his blushing cheeks, your heart warming at the thought of him trying to get you a gift. It was an unexpected sight, seeing the ‘rough n tough outlaw’ so flustered and embarrassed as he attempted to give you the crushed bouquet. You took it in your hands, smiling at the sight.
“I know it’s not pretty —“ Arthur scratched the back of his neck. He began speaking but you interrupted him quickly.
“I love them.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.
Arthur Morgan hcs ! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
no nsfw, sorry !! :(
inlove w funnel cake !! (he would be munching that shit UP !!!)
he wouldn’t like horror movies sadly (probably said smth like “it’s lame”…. )
type of guy to read magazines while on the toilet
hates pickles
Arthur would have like a super thin blanket when he’s sleeping (i think this is canon.. poor man)
doesn’t like buying shoes
likes his food plain (also loves warm ketchup)
uses dove deodorant
໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ Might do John next !!!!!! sry i don’t got a lot to say abt this man 😞😞 love yaa!! :3
(most of a test than anything ^_^) !!! i put no effort into this whatsoever !
FLUFF, NO SMUT !!!
arthur morgan x reader ! (no gender <3)
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You applied the ice pack on Arthur's bruised eye, eliciting a groan of discomfort from him, “I said I was sorry!—“ Arthur began before you interrupted him. “shut it, Morgan.” You groaned in annoyance, the urge to slap him in his face grew. Arthur appeared somewhat annoyed by the fact that you interrupted his apology, as he attempted to offer you one before you rebuked him.
Despite his irritation, Arthur tried his best to maintain a small smile, although it turned out looking more amusing than endearing. You couldn't contain yourself and suppressed a giggle that was eager to erupt from your lips. Finally, you leaned close and kissed Arthur's stubble, eliciting a blush from him.
“Dummy.”
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again, this was just a test !!! :3 love yaa 💗💗
Oh my gosh, WAIT. Another interaction featuring Soaps new skin. They recreate that scene in HTTYD 2 between Stoick and Valka 🫢
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There’s no way. The man who died right in front of his eyes, standing there alive. His sergeant, his teammate, Soap.
Johnny was the only thing that circled in Ghosts head. In disbelief, he slowly approached him. Soap shifted his position, holding his ground as the green smoke illuminated around him.
Soap: “I know what you’re going to say, LT.”
Soap: “How could I have done this? Stayed away all this time. Why didn’t I come back to you?”
He said expectedly.
Ghost continued to slowly walk up to him, not uttering a word. Soap continued to speak, keeping cation as Ghost grew closer.
Soap: “Oh don’t be so Stoic, Ghost. Go on, shout, scream, say something-“
His sentence was cut off as a warm hand cupped his cheek. Soap finally dared to look into Ghost eyes, only seeing nothing but pure love reflecting in them.
Ghost: “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you…”
im working on a kinda punk soap!!! be prepared for the final sketch to be posted soon
Me. Me. Me Fr.
You get me. You understand.
I’ve decided. My Pronouns are whatever the opposite of my presentation is. If you’re not sure you have to guess and if you guess wrong I will declare you a misogynist and you will be forced to complete a saw trap. if you get scared and default to they/them I will declare you a misogynist and you will be forced to complete a saw trap.
me, trying to drink my orange juice: lalala i dink my oange
the treacherous trachea:
okay i pull up 🦫
burning
to care for something is a delicate thing
to cultivate, to put a part of you into a vessel outside yourself with no guarantee of success
like chipping a piece of your heart that you might not get back
it's a gamble
but you take that risk because you always hope that what you feel, so may someone else for you
a singular attention
but people bite
and you don’t know if you’ll ever get it back
and what if you gave more than you realized
and when they’re gone, you look down and all that’s left is blackness
blindfolded in a ribcage, entombed by a heart that doesn't beat for you
by lungs that don’t breathe for you
by lips that don’t lust for you
and you are shunned and quiet and can only say, oh, okay
and give no sign of your smile chipping away, that skipped beat and the cold creep of dread
and give no sign of the disappointment, lest you look closer and know its because you had the audacity to have expectations
and give no sign of the hurt, lest you find yourself realizing it meant something
to be vulnerable is to be peeled open, raw and turbulent, strapped to a table with a knife hovering over you and a trembling hand against it
it's the pulse in your neck as something unknown grazes your skin
the flex of tendons desperate to recognize what’s beneath them,
the lump in your throat that never seems to go away
it’s the hope that the contact was lips and not teeth
and some say the risk is worth it for the chance of love
but this year it is a brittle winter
and the truth is so warm within me,
to the point where i may set ablaze
and nobody will know why my body was charred from the inside out
guys did you know that i like saw (2004)
📸
i got just a little silly in the car teehee
this song is such a nostalgia hit plus it works so well
Throwback to ch 90 and 91, quick (?) animation experiment I did in class
i think they're tv girl coded
inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.