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Suspisous weasel
#art#kaiwai#cute#tail#digital art#lineless art#My stlye#pokemon fanart#Pokemon#Meinshao#Furry#pokeblogging#pokemon art#weasel#fan art#artwork#my art#original art#artists on tumblr
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bwunny :3
#my art#fanart#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#chat noir#fusion#drawing#rabbit miraculous#rabbit noir#redraw#my stlye#i've decided to redraw my old post to see my drawing process^^#adrien agreste#cat miraculous
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#art#fanart#jjk fanart#jjk#gojo#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#gojo catoru#cat gojo#catoru#lineless art#I wanted to give krita another chance!! So made this! It was fun! I like it! So I might use kirta more or try to get better at it! :D#Also I'm trying to draw more like actually learn art stuff and art fundamentals so I might take a while to post! And I am trying to do#More art stlye stuff! But tbh I never had aart stlye cuz I draw for fun so I just do whatever lol#This was fun for sure but I also am not sure if I can do this when drawing humans yet like a cat is easy ya know?#my art
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Requested by @embers-of-song-agere
Here’s how I picture this. Venti stole Diluc’s coat to be used as a weighted blanket. Diluc in turn then gave the wisp his brother’s floofy scarf thing, because if he has to suffer, so does Kaeya
#mayliz’s art#genshin agere#fandom agere#agere art#age regression#sfw agere#genshin impact#sfw age regression#age regression art#this is a lot simpiler of a design/stlye than I usually do because#I did this drawing during my history class then colored it in like 20 minutes because I don’t feel good yet I promised to get requests done#yall I’m trying but it’s hard
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She’s a spy…….
rbs very appreciated!
#my art#digital art#sth#rouge the bat#procreate art#Mid century art stlye#Aough what do I tag#sonic adventure 2#i guess
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epilogue
“hey what kind of shampoo do you use?” telemachus looked up from his hastily scribbled shopping list to find a blank faced neoptolemus.
“wuh?” was it really neoptolemus’ fault telemachus asked stupid questions at stupid times.
telemachus rolled his eyes exasperatedly. what was so difficult about his question?
“i said what kind of shit do use for your hair” he gave him a somehow blanker look “im going shopping dumbass.” he waved his tiny inelligable handwritten note for emphasis. neoptolemus only frowned. “i don’t know”.
telemachus would be lying if he said he wasn’t starting to get bored with whatever game neo was playing. he had stuff to do and wasn’t at all in the mood to wait for his royal highness to return from whatever space dimension he was currently in and enlighten him with his products of choice.
“what do you mean you don’t know?” now it was neoptolemus’ turn to be irritated. he was still in his pyjamas, hair a knotted mess, under-eye circles ever prominent, and frown deeply set. he hunched further into himself under telemachus’ scrutinising gaze. it was too early for this. for what exactly? hell if he knew. all neo wanted was to spend the rest of his miserable existence under the covers. why he even got up today was beyond him.
telemachus picked up the shift almost instantly. eyes narrowing and breath held. something wasn’t right. was he hiding something? his stomach dropped. no. they had been over this. no more secrets. no more hurting all alone. was this one of those things that were second nature to him but completely alien to neo? self loathing and guilt bubbled inside him. fuck.
he shuffled ruefully over to where neo was perched on the breakfast bar chair, a knee to his chest and chin in his knee, both arms folded limply around his ankle. how he managed to sit like that on so tiny a seat was frankly a mystery to telemachus. but then again neo was full of surprises he thought drily to himself.
“neo” he said it so softly he almost didn’t even hear himself. neoptolemus stilled. tele ventured to hover a hand where his cheek bone and ear met. neos breathing ceased completely and telemachus followed. waiting for a reply to his unasked question.
letting out a sigh so deep tele thought neo was shrinking before his eyes, he finally got his answer. “i use whatevers in the bathroom.” teles eyebrows reacted faster than the rest of his face, shooting up to his hairline before his tongue found itself.
“but it doesn’t suit your hair type!” he sounded so surprised neo mused. why on earth would he be surprised. did it look like he cared about these trivial matters? hed use dish soap if he could. he did actually that one time and tele had to physically tackle him to snatch the bottle away. a corner of his mouth twitched upwards at the memory. he was banned from the kitchen for a week after that.
still reeling from the potential accidental crossing of boundries and reopening of an old wound (and by extension losing some of their hard earned progress), the cogs in telemachus’s brain whirred faster than they usually did, thinking studying contemplating. praying, repenting, apologising.
“would you mind if I washed your hair? for you I mean”. neoptolemus’ brow furrowed deeper than telemachus thought possible. well now you’ve gone and done it. we just said we mightve stepped over a line what did you go ruin it further for? he deserved to be tied to a pillory and be pelted with rotten tomatoes at the town square.
neo tilted his head upwards slightly and met his gaze. his olive green eyes asked and answered and laughed and cried and mocked and praised. were his own eyes fooling him or were those tears welling in the corners of his eyes? whatever strings still left in telemachus’ heart snapped. scratch that he deserved to be hung drawn and quartered. and thrown to wolves for good measure.
neo's gaze burned holes in his skull. he wanted to look away and wallow in his shame but he didn’t. after a long searing silence, neo finally asked, voice steady and eyes anything but. “is. is it something people do?” there was something left of his question. telemachus waited. shopping and deadlines and life itself be damned nothing mattered more than this. he had all the time in the world for neo. and if he didn’t have it he would create it. rip it from the fabric of space itself if he had to. it was truly the least he could do. the least neo deserved after everything.
“is it something… people do?” he repeated. Telemachus knew then that was the best he could manage. he understood, more than neo thought he did. more than he himself thought he did. his hand was slightly more confident now, tucking a limp wave of hair behind neos ear, tracing the path all the way to his jaw. cradling his face, he whispered.
“it can be yeah. doesn’t have to mean anything though I guess.” neos eyes chased telemachus' own but he avoided them, instead opting to study the freckles on neo's nose.”I thought it might be a nice change for you”. he said it so quietly. maybe if he was small enough it would cancel out whatever hurt he mightve caused. would he respond? what if he didn’t? would he ignore him? would a rift now grow between them? did he lose yet another a loved one to his stupidity? would the sting of his failures ever leave him? he finally dared to meet neos gaze.
“i would like that. I think”
telemachus managed a small smile.
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leaning on the handle of the trolley and feet mostly off the ground, telemachus floated between the aisles, stopping only to redirect it and avoid colliding into the barriers. he eventually stood up properly having reached the hair care section. telemachus’ lips pressed into a thin line as he realised neo actually had a great point. there were a million kinds and colours and the dread was starting to settle. suddenly the easiest task in the world was bordering the overwhelming.
don’t be stupid its literally just shampoo. get over yourself. the little voice in his head never missed a beat. 'can we be a little nicer next time?' he asked himself, a hint of frustration lacing his internal stream of thoughts. absolutely not. he scowled. oh and also youre ugly and no one loves you. telemachus deadpanned. 'why thank you. any more gems for me?'. the disembodied voice grinned wickedly and telemachus instantly regretted asking. the last thing he needed was for his mind to casually drop the most devastating disturbing discombobulating truths on his still weeping sores.
he cleared his throat so violently to block out his own thoughts a nearby employee hurried over, probably thinking he was choking. he felt instantly guilty for making them worry. especially since he may or may not have overdone it; giving himself an actual coughing fit in public wasn’t his idea of fun. you think? came the cool remark. telemachus rolled his eyes at himself. He was very over this conversation.
a quick scan of the shelves for products specifically labeled curly (he had only ever seen neos real hair in a picture from primary. he looked adorable with several missing teeth) gave him a place to start. sighing, he picked up the first of quite limited options available. still better than nothing he supposed. at least its not dish soap, the voice quipped. telemachus smirked in agreement.
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telemachus, seasoned overthinker that he was, tended to overlook certain aspects of his schemes. he practiced and he rehearsed, yet there was always something missing, even when he was quite certain he'd taken every last thing into account.
no sooner than he had turned the key he realised he had no idea what to expect. he hadnt thought this far, he hadnt prepared an internal script to practice, or at least go over every potential scenario with, he definately didnt walk the entire way home thinking about the frog documentary he and neo watched last night.
neo.
would he be asleep? awake? willing? or rather still willing to go through with their quiet promise this morning. had he eaten? was he alright? did he still love him? had he ever loved him? they never exchanged the infamous words but they both knew it. In their heart of hearts. right?
tele turned the key a second time and opened the door. prolonged pin drop silence never bothered either of them, but what with his current stream of unwarranted worries tele's stomach sank. was he upset with him? he remembered neos tears this morning and nearly felt like walking outside and throwing up in their recently acquired praying lily's plant pot
he pulled himself together and put his best foot forward (and nearly tripped in typical tele fashion). mumbling a little hello to nobody in particular.
the living room was 2 steps away from the door, open to their little kitchen gaving it the illusion of a bigger space. the light that poured from the windows certainly aided in that. it was nice and cosy and perfect. what was more it was home. and it was theirs.
after emptying the shopping bags and putting mostly everything away, he was only left with a pair of pokemon toothbrushes (listen they were on sale. no other reason) and the shampoo he brought that had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom with the bathtub. where neo probably was. their bathrooms bathtub.
tele had no idea why he was dreading whatever was to come. except he was lying, he knew exactly what was bothering him but it didnt resolve anything, much less untie the knots in his stomach. he cursed his stupid brain for ditching him for tadpoles.
the bathroom door was open a fraction. thats new. "neo?" a gentle rap of his knuckles on the white door of a wood his dad would probably know the name of echoed in the bathroom. silence
too quiet? maybe another one for good measure. tele raised his hand a second time when he heard a very faint hum. a question? ah.
"neo?" silence again. "can i come in?" another hum, firmer this time, an answer. he opened the door softly so that it wouldnt creak (to be added to the list of things to do before theyre old and grey) and disrupt the suffocating silence.
he was briefly surprised to find neo facing him in the bathtub, back to the taps, knees drawn to his chest, arms folded on the edge and head resting on his shoulder. his eyes were closed, and if it werent for his hums just now hedve thought he was asleep.
It did make sense actually, having his back to the water made it easier to wash. clever. though uncomfortable probably. he hummed again urging him to get over with. hes not talking.
he had the entire (debatable) thing planned out but it all went flying out the window. rather he threw it out the window to make room for a new wave of questions. what if he didnt fancy listening to him yap endlessly about whatever was on his mind? should he still narrate? would the noise bother him? should he ask or would it backfire?
neoptolemus opened an eye and telemachus instantly felt like following his plans suit out of the window. he was looking for reasons to feel guilty at this point and it was starting to get ridiculous. he was aware of the absurdity of his thoughts sometimes but his guts wouldnt budge.
neo bless his heart probably prepared more than his dumbass did (tele mentally winced at his own delicate choice of words) and gave him a fierce look that nearly stopped telemachus' heart. because everyone knows the best way to distract someone from downward spiralling into oblivion was to give them a cardiac arrest. first aid 101.
hed be lying if he said it wasnt extremely effective.
telemachus let the tension leave his shoulders and the air out of his lungs when he sighed in defeat. It would never not baffle him how much stress his muscles held and just how different his entire being felt after letting go. he felt like a wet newspaper. oh what he wouldnt give to lie down on the cool tile floor and pass away already. "uh, radio on or off?" cha cha real smooth.
neo snorted and tele allowed himself a victory smirk. "any requests?"
"just shut up" tele couldnt help but grin.
"sir yes sir". eyes closed again, neo missed the mock salute. he probably would have ignored him anyway. to anyone else his reply would seem harsh and rude, but telemachus knew better. neo knew how tele sometimes drowned under the currents of his own thoughts and doubts. he had stressed enough already. he needed to start telling his brain to shut up more when it went on hypothetical tangents of tangents.
tele opened the window and let some of the warmth inside but kept the door slightly open so the echo-iness didnt grate on their ears. the water ran and broke the now comfortable silence that threatened to lull them both to sleep. he sat on the cool tiled floor, a hip against the tub and legs folded by his side, and got to work.
tele was clumsily careful with the water, making sure the roots had drank enough before continuing with the length of neos hair. at one point he fixed the shower head in place and used a wide toothed comb to loosely section the hair. then came the sweet smelling stuff.
hed picked purely based on what hed thought (hoped) neo would like the most, possibly sacrificing the better option for his hair type. which in his defence was wasnt easy to tell, since part of the damage reflected on how it looked. hm. hypocrite. he tossed his head aside as if to knock over the last thought and busied himself with massaging the paradisical coconut into his scalp. It smelled like a dream, and if neos discreet sniffs and soft sigh were anything to go by he seemed to approve of his choice. tele was feeling quite proud of himself.
now all he had to do was make sure neo never attempted to eat the shampoo.
at long last, and after the final rinse they were done. tele stood up and stretched his legs and let out a heaving sigh. the kind that came after a job well done. he could only hope neo felt as peaceful as he did. and with less back pain. hands stretching above his head he looked over his shoulder back to neo to admire his handiwork.
he looked like hed actually fallen asleep this time. like a little cat curled up in the sink. with a little smile telemachus quietly put everything away and made sure to leave a towels and clothes within his arms reach. slightly closing the door on his way out tele wondered if he did actually sleep. should he check? and risk disturbing his rest? well since the alternative was literally catching pneumonia, he countered, id try my luck convincing neo to rest in bed at least. but how?
walking back in, hands on his hips and mind absent in thought, telemachus flinched when neo suddenly broke the silence. “quit your staring.”
once again his facial expressions beat his usually quick tongue in reaction. “I was not.” he insisted feebly, neck warming up at the scandalous accusation. he really wasn’t, but how like neo to make everything about himself. sometimes telemachus sort of wished his thoughts could be heard, or at least shared between them, so that neo could hear the fond exasperation in his voice whenever he spoke about him.
neo snorted and tele threw a towel on his head in retaliation since he wouldn’t see his stuck out tongue, and closed the door behind him with a soft click. he had far better things to do than spend another second with his idiot.
‘your?’ he allowed himself another small smile as the warmth of his neck reached his ears. mine, he promised.
#only now realising i didnt name this LMAO#its just “1” on my laptop#sobbing#im just like me fr#anyway#big huge great thanks to my beloveds#babs cassie imeda#and all yall#:3#be nice to me pls#and ignore the inconsistencies in capitalisation & typos :')#on all levels including physical i am a biscuit#im still figuring out my writing stlye so thoughts notes critique etc very much appreciated :D#BE HONEST THO#neomachus#my loves#floof fic#epilogue#i despise coconut unless by taste or scent btw#coconut in soap curry boba all of it is great and i love it sm. the shavings? nasty get it away from me#neo however is a coconut fiend#so ive decided#lol#2.7k words
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If build a bearville never shut down we would have been able to add shadow into the game
Your avatar just walks around town with your bear peeking its head out of your backpack
#I put my heart and soul into that game#MY HOUSE!?? THE MINIGAMES?!! He would have broke that game#THERE WAS A DDR STLYE RYTHMN GAME AND YOUR BEAR WOULD BE THE ONE DANCING ON SCREEN#everything is coming back
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LOGIC: You have about 10 minutes before you fall asleep due to your sleeping meds. You only have time for one:
1. Continue mental breakdown; revel in the catharsis of crying over things you could've done differently
2. Jack off
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continuing my daily tired doodle tired posting streak (i dont know if this will be daily but so far it is... tf2mblr has been kind to me so you get my art)
i got my hands on $2 and immediately started crafting the worst loadouts known to man . my scout and demoman are furries now, spy is too depending how you wanna slice it (but hes more of like a monster to me)
i might draw my pyro later because hes quite cute :) i tried doodling my scout but i couldnt really get it right, so ill have him under the cut if youre curious about him
blehhh i cant draw birds ell oh ell
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 spy#tf2 medic#my artstyle changing for literally every post this past like 3 days im un tears oh my god pick a stlye bro#im just not gonna address the flutterkrieg btw#youre just gonna have to ponder on that#anywyas im tired cuz i was up talking to people on a mc idle server for like#6 hours straiht... 12 am to 6 am#thats the most ive encountered of the regular tf2 community#they were actually pretty chill for the most part#like i was really surprised?#im probably gonna eat breakfast and than like honk shoo#so like gn guys lol#edit oh ym god this is my 5000th lost holy shit#everyday draws
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he's probs looking at Leo's sorry excuse for cooking idk
(click for better quality)
#Im trying to figure out my style#tmnt#rottmnt#fanart#digital art#unpause rottmnt#pixieperson19#my art#consistent stlye? what consistent style?#I dont belive in constistency -Hobie Brown
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Genets
#art#cute#cringe#uwu#meme#jake the furry#kaiwai#pets#animal#wildlife#Genets#Tail#Boi#my boi <3#cartoon#My stlye#reblog this#If you have genets
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So funny when I get a text from a courier delivering stuff bc its always like If You're Not Home We Will Take To A Depot and then australia post is just like 🤗 package coming today, if you're not home uhhhhh we hide it somewhere safe 😋 << they mean leave it directly in front of the door full view to the road
#i actually prefer the aus post stlye bc ive never had a package stolen bc i live up a steep hill and who would be bothered#whereas going to the depot is a bad bad time in weird industrial area#but also one time they left a huge package in front of my door and i couldnt open it lmao
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✨️o✨️
#art#fanart#jjk fanart#jjk#gojo#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#I don't like this and wasn't gonna post it but I really love how I did the orange fish :) sooooo kept drawing and posting it for himb!#was trying out a different stlye. probably not gonna do this again but I am gonna try to take elements I like of this for next time!#I actually really hate how I drew Gojo here but I was so lazy 😭😭#used a tiny bit of ms paint for some parts!#my art
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I actually really dont have to interact with a lot of cishet ppl in my daily life so having this couple live in my home is making me realize how lucky I am to be a little autistic gender freak with a goth GNC baddie to call my own
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Baki Hanma Lookbook








BAKI HANMA is the main protagonist of the anime and manga series "Baki the Grappler." He is a young and highly skilled martial artist with an unwavering determination to become the strongest fighter in the world in order to avenge his mom and beat his father YUJIRO HANMA once and for all.
#i tried a new stlye of moodboarding#idk not really feeling it idk#sorry for the inactivity#school has been kicking my ass#baki#baki the grappler#baki hanma
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I'm so happy to have found this shirt for sale! I have a lot of pictures of me from high school (2003-2007) wearing this shirt :)
The Salty Dog Cafe Shirt (and me wearing on with an LL Bean bookbag, summer 2004)
early 2000s
My personal picture of my collection
#the salty dog cafe#salty dog cafe#early 2000s nostalgia#early 2000s stlye#early 2000s fashion#y2k fashion#y2k style#early 2000s kids#early 2000s childhood#my collection#y2k kids#y2k nostalgia#y2k childhood#early 2000s#lime green#summer#2004#y2k
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