#gift for a pal

[linhfoxmoive]

Happy (National) Creepypasta Day!

I made a quick doodle in MS paint using my mouse, ngl it was kinda hard but it was fun! :) But I used MS paint because I've been loki struggling in finishing any actual drawings lately with effort or checking my notifications in general, mainly just cause of tiredness, but I figured I'd try to post something for today since it IS Friday the 13th on an October while also conveniently being National Creepypasta Day! 🤭

Bonus: I also made a doodle with MS paint for @malue-505's ship for mainly telling me today was National Creepypasta Day in the first place, and for also helping me with my math homework oof

(haha gay people real moment)

[pixie-skull]

203rd edit for @little-bloodied-angel​ as without sharing, I am sorry for the recent stresses of life are on your currently, and I hope feel better soon. Sending you hugging, kind vibes, and prayers (I am Spiritual, I hope that is fine to prayer).

[mxaether]

Have you read this???? Because it’s amazing, and I adore it, and now I’ve made ART FOR IT because I love @buckyismybicycle 💖💓✨💕

Go read it here click me

[a-wakes]

ALAN WAKE II ─ "SCRATCH" REMEDY ENTERTAINMENT, 2023

[fall4mebabe731]

Hoping to fill my … mailbox with lots and lots of big letters and postcards from all of my followers and friends!! 💌📫📬📮💌

POBox 272

Kipling, NC 27543

[coffinpal]

Hey! Dystopia Crew here bearing gifts for you! We may not have gotten past the prelims, but we're sure as heck stickin around!

Here are some Turtle stuffies to get you through the next leg of the competition! (They're weighted and have a neet lil pocket for ice packs if needed :3)

(PS: pay no mind to the stuffatello, there are no evil schemes here :3c)

This is so cute!! We decided to change up who gets which plushie

Donnie thinks this turtle is so pretty! He's going to name them Curie and put them on a shelf in his room. You should see them in the next comic!

Raph names his Johnny because its a tough guy name. He has a few small pink and red plushies in his room, he's gonna add Johnny to them to protect them. @0ddbugs is working on Leo and Mikey's responses :D

@tmntaucompetition

[bbeeohazardd]

height of my year so far

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Strange Things Are Atentacle

Acrylic on canvas, December 2023

[jmkho]

Introducing NYC Sam!! Take a random adventure together to make him yap!!!

[dandydingo]

[eminsunnytoons123]

Special gifts for all my besties, Sisters, Brothers, pen pals, my girlfriend And my boyfriend 1#:

Special gift for @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing 1

Since I have felt like drawing very special gifts for all my besties, Sisters, Brothers, pen pals and my girlfriend And boyfriend, And for the start of these gifts that im making for them all, we are now starting with @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing =^_^=

I really like her arts And her OCs are very Creative, so I decided to draw the OCs of theirs that really Got my attention and that I think are beautiful, And those are dandelion the White flower And Angela the ghost bride ^///^

I'll draw more of their OCs Today after I do some of Sunny x Salieri doodles Today ^////^;

I hope y'all will like this, especially @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing =^_^= 🧡💛💗🩷

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[dreamdropcompanions]

all our palm pals. we love them very much. here's everyone right to left: Sunnyside, Lea, Beam, Lark, Mooshi and Kiff

[chewytongue]

funeral type portrait

(they/them)

[stevelieber]

You know you can get some of your holiday shopping done *right now* by ordering a signed and sketched book direct from the artist and his cat. https://stevelieberart.etsy.com/listing/877872677/supermans-pal-jimmy-olsen-tpb-signed Free USA shipping!

[kayvsworld]

practising self care (doodling sam wilson for three hours)