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Last drawing of the night/morning and I’m actually okay with how Calhoun turned out this time around even though I used absolutely no references for that armor. Maybe I’ll try some expression practices with her tomorrow.

But okay time for me to pass out. Bye!

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And they are enough of a handful.

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Ring

(( Wrote this little 'meet-cute' ficlet over the weekend to help me get back into the groove of writing! Please enjoy! Tagging some pals: @bashfulgnome, @shitpost-it-tristan, @sgtcalhouns ))

For the past couple of weeks since she’d moved into her new apartment, Tamora had been surviving on microwaved foods and takeout. Today, however, she felt more put together than she had in some time. And with a spring in her step, she took a trip to the local grocery store and cooked a proper meal. 

Maybe Kohut had been right; that all she needed was a change of scenery. Someplace quaint and quiet to help ease her troubled mind.

Even that morning, she was compelled to dig out her old engagement ring from its box and place it on her finger without too much tearful sentimentality. What was usually a painful reminder strangely brought her comfort, so she wore it all day while running errands and doing chores. 

She’d even kept it on as she scrubbed the dishes and cookware, only to find it missing after letting the soapy water drain from the basin and drying her hands. 

Fuck.

Having been a sergeant in the military, Tamora could string together expletives in an impressive fashion. She yelled them out as she paced the kitchen floor, heart beating rapidly, and face turning red as she reprimanded herself. 

After the anger subsided, panic settled into the pit of her stomach. And in her desperation for a solution, she turned to the fridge. 

On the side panel, a magnet listed numbers to call within the apartment building, including that of the superintendent, whom she had embarrassed herself in front of weeks ago when she first moved in. 

The blonde grimaced as she recalled the moment the bottom of one of her boxes gave out, dumping everything to the floor at the very moment the handyman was walking by. And the way she had snatched the formal portrait of Brad from his hands as he attempted to help her…

Her pride be damned; if there was any way to get the ring back, she had to try. Dialing the number on her phone, she silently pleaded as it rang.

“This is ‘Fix-It’ Felix, how can I help you?” A cheery voice answered.

“Hi,” Tamora breathed, trying to mask the shaking in her voice. “Uhm— this is Tamora in 1102 and I dropped my ring down the sink. Am I fucked?”

Oh God, why did she say it like that?

“You are certainly not,” The gentleman reassured after a brief pause. “It happens all the time and it's likely stuck in the trap.” 

“Okay…” Tamora said after letting out the breath she’d been holding.

“I’m wrapping up a job downstairs. Leave the sink as it is, and I’ll be up in about fifteen to retrieve it for you, is that alright?”

“Y-yes,” she nodded. “Thank you.” 

As soon as she heard knocking, Tamora answered. Felix stood on the other side, blinking, knuckles still raised as the door swung open before him. 

“Hello,” he tipped his hat with a lopsided grin. He read some scribblings off a crumpled sticky note “Miss…Tamora Calhoun, correct?”

“Yes,” she replied, hoping that meant he’d forgotten all about their awkward introduction. Stepping aside, she allowed him entry into her apartment. “It's in the kitchen.”

“Alrighty, let's see here…” Felix placed the bucket he brought on the floor and pulled a flashlight from his tool belt. Shining the beam down the disposal drain, he inspected it before opening the under-sink cabinet. 

Tamora looked on nervously as he nestled himself down into the small space, setting the bucket underneath the piping as he removed the J-bend. And within a matter of moments, her ring was retrieved. Felix held onto it gently as he quickly replaced the pipe piece, and while he ducked out of the cabinet, he wiped it clean with a small cloth.

“Here you are!” The handyman held it up to her as he knelt. Seeing her awkward smile and hesitation, he realized his error and sprung up to his feet.

 “Oh, excuse me, I—” he stammered, trying again. “Here.”

“God, thank you…” Tamora couldn’t help the swell of emotion as she took the jewelry back, clutching it tightly. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Felix looked at her, his face etched with sympathy as the blonde wiped away her tears. 

“Sorry,” she continued, pulling herself together. “I’m not usually this openly pathetic.”

“It’s as I said on the phone, these things happen all the time,” the gentleman replied, closing the cabinet doors. “You aren’t the first or last person to call a handyman in a crisis. There’s no need to apologize.”

Tamora nodded, choosing to believe he wasn’t just saying that to make her feel better. 

“Do you need anything else?” She shook her head no. “Alright.”

Felix picked up his bucket, starting to see himself out. 

“Miss Calhoun, I hope you have a wonderful evening—” He smiled, opening the entry door and stepping into the hallway. “And I’m glad I could help you today.”

With the way he said it, Tamora got the indication that the handyman did remember the last time they met. 

“Yeah…” the blonde bowed her head with a sheepish grin. “Listen, about two weeks ago— that wasn’t one of my best days. I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

“It’s quite alright, I just hope your picture was okay.”

“Oh, yeah, it was fine,” Tamora replied, an image of the portrait's cracked frame nestled in the closet flashing in her mind.

“Good,” Felix smiled. “And if there is ever anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

“I was certain you were going to tell me to ‘give you a ring,’” The blonde smirked.

The handyman made a face somewhere between surprise and delight, and the two of them laughed. 

“It had crossed my mind, but—” Felix cut himself off with another chuckle. “Well, now I know you can appreciate a corny joke or two.”

Tamora’s smile lingered, and she glanced down at the silver ring at her fingertips. 

“Well, thank you again for this,” she said. 

“Of course,” Felix tipped his hat once more. “Have a good night.”

“Goodnight,” Tamora closed the door softly.

Give you a ring? The blonde hid her face in her hands. So stupid. At least it seemed the handyman had genuinely enjoyed her little quip.

Looking down at her ring, she let out a sigh. “You were always better at making jokes.”

Walking into the bedroom, Tamora placed the ring back safely in its box, opting to leave it open as it sat by her bedside.

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oops

more fluff

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gonna consider this my inktober sketch of the day

even though I’ve been sketching in ink for most of the day haha

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🇺🇸 Happy 4th of July from the Craft-It Server! ✨

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it'sa HAPPY JULY FOURTH!

(on my end; i noticed i made his overall's suspender at the right, not left)

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I know today is Captain America’s birthday, but we can’t forget about the little Southern cutie who is as American and sweet as apple pie.

Happy Fourth of July, Felix style!

…

“Those are some nice talons you have Mr. Eagle. Hehe, please don’t fly away with me. ^^;”

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sigh can’t stop, won’t stop

oh my god, okay, so- when I was colouring this in photoshop, I realized that I had Flux on the entire goddamn time!! so I shut it off, and it was faaaar too blue :I but in the end, I kept it that way anyway because I sort of liked the JJ Abrams/Prometheus/obviously Zbrush armour/thing it had because of it. I knooow that it’s way over the top with this post-processing, that was sort of the point: to parody that. :P

NEEDS MORE BLOOM

ps: just FYI, stay out of the wreck-it ralph tag. There are some movie-killing spoilers in there. The more you know!

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have ralph and vanellope in some type of action game (prolly heroes’ duty) :v

iiii dont know what to say rn but i had fun drawing this

dedicated to catmeff * U *!!!!

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SPOILERS 

I’M NOT SORRY

a little sorry

edit: i made some huge errors bc i’m tired so FIXED…IT…HA

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I got really bored so I drew some fanart instead of doing home work, lol. I just thought, what if one day Felix tagged along with Calhoun into Hero’s Duty? And I wanted to draw Felix in some Hero’s Duty armor as well. I imagine that he’d be sort of nervous, since it is a dangerous game and if he dies outside his game he doesnt respawn either.

  Just changed deviantart accounts too, and this is on there.

http://redshadow-13.deviantart.com/

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fixing my computer

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