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#my art#baroque game#baroque#baroque archangel#archangel#another doodle that went out of hand..#ive had it up to here this drawing looks so different across all devices#whatever. i give up.#tagging this is so stressful...#when both the game n character are just concepts in general
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
#feralnette au#my art#birds of a feather#eheheheoeooehooohoehehahahaa#ok ok i feel i should add. editing in some tags here#in fairness marinette doesnt 100% believe her nemesis' of COURSE#but when the situation is bad and the intrusive thoughts are bad. of course you think They Must've Been Right#so when she's under these situations of high stress and peril her brain automatically jumps to the worst conclusion:#which is of course. that the people who are her current greatest threats were right all along#and right now marinette is in great peril
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We need help!
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We’re two transgirl/nonbinary queers stuck in the conservative Midwest!
Unfortunately, we’re already living paycheck to paycheck as it is. I’m incredibly blessed to have two parents that are willing to dig into their retirement fund to help us, but I want to take as much financial strain off of them as possible.
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hey arcane is relevant again
#surge the tenrec#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sth fanart#jinx#jinx arcane#sketches#my art#sorry for not being active i’ve been really busy and stressed out#i have so many sonadow doodles but idk if i have the energy to finish them and post#but here have surge she is very cool and i love her very much#oops forgot to put the actual arcane tag#arcane
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Genuinely, and I mean this kindly, but learning to recognize bait and not engaging with it will change your fandom experience.
#once you realize : oh theyre just trying to rile me up and i dont care to give them a response#everything is less stressful#i keep seeing the same arguments rehashed every six or so months#i know a lot of people are new and dont know but the trolls youre arguing with do#theyre trying to burn yall out and send you packing#also i do think there is something very funny about someone spending all that time color coding a bait post#and no one engages with it like wow you tried#i understand the passion people feel AND at some point you gotta let it go#anyway i do feel like the best way to sustain longevity is to just block the tags/people who enrage you
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something something seeing things through different eyes
#tigerghost#art student manny is my FAVORITE of jorge guitierrez's plans for his life. i LOVEEEE that sm#danny takes him to the ghost zone for some mission reason and hes like OHHH MY GOD THIS IS SICK AS FUCK#ITS AWAKENED LATENT FINE ART IMPULSES IN ME!!#meanwhile danny kind of tolerates being in the GZ but its very much like. not a place where Good things happen to him#hes grown accustomed to it and he loves certain things about it but he will never be fond of it and that sort of colors his perception of i#so manny coming in like WHOAH AND YOURE THE /KING/ HERE? THINK OF ALL THE COOL ASS GHOSTS YOU CAN MEET! THE AWESOME GHOST LANDS!#THE FLOATING GREEN STUFF!!!#gives him a little bit of that first-time wonder back :')#anyways the style is HEAVILY cribbed from anastasia trusova who i HIGHLY recommend checking out#when im rich and famous i shall buy many of her pieces#ntu tag#designs as always tm tm tm tumblr user nicktoonsunite#also mannys jersey was kept safe by his Painting Shirt (now tied about his waist) you know his apartment is eclectic af#but quite clean. he got the stress cleaning habit from his dad
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thanks, peg J
summary: Dr. Michael Robinavitch needs help building a shelf.
cw: 2.7k words, fluff, my actual husband is an actual doctor i should probably know more/anything about how hospitals work, vague age gap (reader/oc is in her 30's), vague to graphic depictions of injury/illness, fem!OC/reader.
a/n: paging dr. daddy :) <3
(gif cred)
She pulled her stethoscope off her neck. “Oof. Sounds like a ball of a Friday night. Is it from Ikea?”
“The Ivar,” Robby specified with a nod and shrug. He looked back down at the patient list from their shift, which couldn’t have been ending at a more merciful time. The last man she had examined had spat on her. And what else should she expect?; she’d diagnosed his pain as a small kidney stone passing through his urethra and written a prescription that would all but eliminate the discomfort. If that wasn’t deserving of a loogie to the face, she didn’t know what else would be. Robby let out a sigh that sounded exactly like the exhaustion tugging her eyelids down.
Nurse Dana swept by them, her fleece jacket already three-quarters of the way on. “Don’t take too long on those autographs, kids, or night shift will just let you keep right on rolling.”
A raspy little laugh slipped past Dr. Robby’s lips and the corners of his eyes crinkled the way they always did on the rare occasions someone could tug a genuine smile out of him. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if the lack of breakfast and the bag of Ritz crackers she’d scarfed down for lunch were the only things making her light-headed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he called after Dana. The charge nurse raised her hand without turning around and wiggled her fingers at them while darting out the double doors that led to the waiting room and exit before anyone could stop her. Robby turned back to the doctor next to him and handed her the clipboard he’d just finished signing about two hundred times.
Her hand grazed his, and the level of attention she paid to how warm and rough his fingers felt made her grit her jaw in frustration. It was her first year as an attending, how could she be letting something as ridiculous as a workplace crush get to her? She realized it had been a while since she’d spoken, and that Robby was pulling his own coat and backpack from underneath his desk.
“Need any help chasing down the million nuts and bolts that are guaranteed to burst out of the little bag when you open it?” she offered jokingly. Robby’s eyes flicked to her too fast. She felt her hairline heat up, worried she’d overstepped.
None of the attendings did anything outside of work together; the work hours were long enough to get their fill of each other without feeling the need to add alcohol or food to the mix. Some of the students and residents would occasionally hit bars after their shifts, and though she had no desire to join them, it made her miss the relative lack of responsibility of med school. Dr. Robinavitch, in particular, never broached the topic of his personal life at work, so she tried to do the same. There were too many patients to see and too much to accomplish to bother checking if the attractive ER chief with the puppy-dog eyes had plans for the weekend. No matter how much she wanted to.
He let out another chuckle, though this one was without humor. "Don't tell me you got nothing better to do than that," he said. "On a Friday night."
"I'm, uh, still finding my way around Pittsburgh." It was true. Her residency in California had spoiled her, and she found the stark greyness of Pennsylvania off-putting. She rarely ventured from her apartment for anything other than work and necessary grocery shopping.
He regarded her for a few seconds. His gaze felt heavier than it should have, as if she had some symptom that didn't line up with her lab results. She remembered what Dr. Santos had muttered to her on her first day at the Pitt when she'd caught the new doctor staring a little too long at Robby typing his notes.
"I know. He's crazy hot, right?" Trinity had pinched her elbow and embarrassment had made her stutter nonsensically. Then, to top off the humiliation, Trinity had started swaying her shoulders side to side and singing under her breath, "I will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mine..." The younger woman was known for being abrasive, but, shit, she was a perceptive little fucker, too.
"I'd be a fool to turn down help wrangling Ivar. Ikea furniture is my Achilles heel," Robby was saying when she snapped back to the present. He seemed hesitant. He couldn't tell whether she'd been joking or not, and, frankly, she couldn't either. "But I couldn't ask you to–"
"You'd be doing me a favor," she cut in quickly. He would, in more ways than one. "If I sit on my couch with my cat for one more weekend, I think they're gonna start letting me collect Social Security."
A genuine laugh! Her stomach flipped upside down at the sight and the sound. Both were warm and inviting and made her want to kiss each of the individual lines on his weathered face. "Then by all means, please."
Oh, wait. Was this happening? Was it, actually? Nerves gnawed at her while she finished handing off the patient list to the night shift. What was it? A date? A friend helping another friend put a shelf together? A coworker helping another, older and more senior coworker who intimidated the hell out of her put a shelf together?
As Robby departed through the same double doors Dana had dashed through, he turned and pointed significantly at his phone, and she pulled hers from her pocket to see that he had texted her his address. Nothing else, just the address, dashed out in Robby’s usual efficient and minimalistic tone. He hadn’t even included the city and zip, but he didn’t need to. Living further than 15 minutes away from the hospital seemed like something a less dedicated physician might consider, but she knew that Robby didn’t really live at the address he’d sent her, anyway. He lived in all the exam rooms and hallways surrounding her, their sanitized scent pricking at her nose one last time before she stepped into the waiting room and the few remaining rays of sunlight waiting to greet her outside.
The door opened on her second knock, or, more accurately, before she could even finish it. Goddammit. She should have taken more time to consider what an off-duty Dr. Robby might look like.
“Hey,” he said, a genial smile lighting up his tired face.
“H–mm, hi,” she replied. She tried to hide a swallow.
Robby stood aside and let her pass through the front door of the aged but charming brownstone. The long hallway was lined with dark wooden panels that creaked when she walked over them. She tried not to feel him following behind her, the scent of some musky shampoo or body wash drifting off him. She also showered directly after a shift. Too much hospital.
A line of hooks held various jackets and sling bags, and a haphazard pile of worn sneakers sat beneath them. “I gotta get a rack for those, or something,” Robby muttered from behind her, noticing her sightline.
“You should see mine. The floor of my closet is a nightmare.”
She walked into the living room and couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. It was sparsely but cozily finished, an overstuffed couch and matching loveseat positioned atop a plush rug that hugged her feet taking up most of the space. And, of course, a veritable disaster of boards, planks, plastic bags, and ripped cardboard in the middle of all of it.
“Yikes.”
“Thank you, again, for helping me with this,” he said, and came to stand beside her. “Why is it that I can perform a trach in my sleep, but the assembly of Swedish furniture is my downfall?” He scratched the back of his neck, the white t-shirt he was wearing showing off far too much of what was usually hidden beneath a few layers of thermals, scrubs, and hoodies. Her hairline started to feel hot again.
She cleared her throat and made her way over to the pile of shelf. “For what med school costs, they really should be teaching us the essentials like this stuff, too!” He didn’t respond, making her look up at him. He was watching her again, with that sort-of-absent-but-always-thoughtful x-ray vision. She wished he’d stop.
“You really got none of the cynicism and all of the optimism out of your residency, didn’t you?”
She flushed and looked back down at the ground, unsure if he was making fun of her. “It being basically on the ocean didn’t hurt. Lots to be optimistic about in northern Cali, it’s so beautiful.”
Robby shook his Midwest-born-and-bred head. “Damn hippy.” His voice was gruff, but his dark eyes were sparkling and she felt some of the tension in her shoulders dissipate in a giggle. He crossed the room and through an arch that led to the kitchen. “I ordered some Chinese for dinner, hope that’s alright,” he called back to her.
The tension returned tenfold and her heart began doing somersaults in her chest. Dinner? This included dinner now? Sure, it was time for dinner, but she hadn’t wanted to be so presumptuous as to suggest adding food to this friendly favor she was performing. Robby returned laden with white paper takeout boxes and a handful of napkins and chopsticks. “Like lo mein?” he asked. She nodded.
“Yes, but you really didn’t have to get anything for me! That’s so nice,” she gushed, trying to reign in the attraction to this man and behave as if he was just any other rugged, kind, intelligent guy she might come in contact with. She was so screwed.
He pressed the box of lo mein into her hand with a pair of chopsticks. “It’s the least I can do to thank you for helping with this,” he shrugged. “Hopefully, you still have an appetite after that bike accident from this morning.” The memory of the young man’s torso torn open and spilling out onto the operating table sent a nauseous wave from her head to her stomach, but she quickly compartmentalized it, as she’d learned to do long ago.
“Why do people even buy motorcycles,” she muttered rhetorically.
“Uh, because they love visiting you so very much,” he returned with a wink that made her miss her mouth with the chopsticks.
Two hours later, the shelf was only two-feet tall and missing three of the nine screws it had required so far.
“Peg L, peg L, peg L,” Robby said through gritted teeth, “where the fuck is peg L?”
She held the instructions centimeters away from her face, hoping the proximity would illuminate its solutions somehow. “Peg L goes into plank K. We just placed plank H.” He stopped running his hands along the carpet to search for the missing peg L and looked up at her with a speck of encroaching insanity peeking through.
“I’m out of order?”
“Miiiike,” she laugh-groaned. “Did you already use peg G? We need J right now!” When he didn’t answer, she glanced up from the “simple” instruction packet. A sleepy kind of flush appeared on his face, and he pulled the reading glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose and–hide it? Then, he sighed.
“God, no one’s called me just…Mike in forever.” It was a complete sentence, a complete statement, a complete story, and he was done talking about it, but it made a million questions bubble up in the back of her throat. She ignored them.
“You’re at work too much,” she almost whispered. Why she was no longer scared of stepping over some professional, coworker boundary, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the way he had accepted her help with such a domestic task, or the fact that they were seeing each other in something other than scrubs for the first time (the loose, perfectly worn-in jeans he was wearing would surely be appearing in her dreams that night), or maybe it was because their legs had been pressed together for the last half hour as they tried to decipher the mysteries of Ivar. Whatever it was, Robby–Mike, felt it, too. He stared into her eyes before averting them to the floor and mumbling,
“Yeah. I know.” He put the glasses back on. “So, peg J.”
“C���mere, ya little Swedish asshole,” she agreed, and they resumed pawing around the rug to try and find the screws that, as predicted, had spilled from the package as soon as Robby had ripped it. She tried to avoid brushing against his hand as well as she could, until her fingers bumped into a tiny piece of metal, and she snatched the screw from the ground. Carefully consulting the instructions, she looked from the page, to the screw, to the page, before shouting, “Oh my God, I found it!”
His hands were cradling either side of her face in a second, and then he was kissing her. The part of her brain that handled compartmentalization clocked in at lightning speed and swept all her confusion into the bin so she could focus on nothing except his beard scratching her, his warm hands cupping her jaw. Well, well before she had gotten her fill of him, he pulled back and blurted, “Awesome! Good job, let’s put it in.” He plucked the screw out of her hand like the conversation had just been on pause, scooting over on his knees to the feeble half-shelf.
She sat in complete shock until Robby, without turning to face her, said, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
“Mike.”
“You just looked–and I, it’s been…I’m really sorry.”
“Mike.”
He was attempting to twist the screw into place with his fingers so he didn’t have to come get the screwdriver from beside her. “I overstepped. It won’t happen again. If you want to take it to HR…”
That was enough to jumpstart her brain again, and she burst into laughter, forcing him to finally spin around.
“HR? Really?” She made a phone out of her pinky, fist, and thumb and held it to her ear. “Hello, Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center Department of Human Resources? Yes, I’d like to file a report against one of your doctors.” She was having a hard time stifling her laughter. “Dr. Michael Robinavitch. Yes, the hottie from the ER, that’s correct. He really laid one on me—"
It was Robby's turn to cut her off, and he did so by rolling his eyes and snatching the instructions out of her other hand. "Hey!" She dove after them but decided instead to drag him in by the collar of his shirt for another kiss. They both held each other tightly, Robby's hands wandering, respectfully, under the hem of her shirt. When she tugged a handful of his hair, he grunted in annoyance.
"Watch it. Don't have much of that left."
"You've got a lot for an old man." She regretted it as soon as she said it, even though he had already alluded to it. His head dropped and apologies bubbled up and out of her lips, assurances that that's not how she'd meant it, that he was the most attractive man she'd met at the Pitt, but he waved them off.
His glasses were sliding down his nose again. He cleared his throat and pushed them back up. "Are you okay with it, then? I mean, I know I'm not..." Her heart ached when he trailed off, nervously scratching the back of his neck again.
"Very ok," she whispered. She reached for his hand and took it. He was fiddling with a screw that she plucked out and tossed to the side. "I'm 31, you know, Senior Elder Doctor Robinavitch."
Robby smiled, clearly in spite of himself. He tucked a piece of hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear. For a minute, they just sat and looked at each other, matching each other's lazy smiles. "That's it. Didn't want to have to do this, but you're fired."
"Okay now I want to take this to HR."
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#being RESPECTFUL with this one cuz the tag is still growing :)#i'm not off hiatus just dropping and running lol!!!#this show is so effing stressful i have no other recourse but to stare at Him#the pitt x reader#dr. robby x reader#michael robinavitch x reader#doctor robby x reader#laneywrites#noah wyle if you see this i am free thursday night please reply if you are also free thursday night#trying a new (lazier) aesthetic w this one and it feels good feels organic xx
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oni disney princess-core
#my annual stress-induced art of ais…#except year so ass i made 2#touchstarved#touchstarved game#ais touchstarved#the updated demo was really fun ;v; no more hounds tho in any capacity….#art tag#also LOOK he’s fully clothed in both pictures this year
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@17th-shard commission done back in February of Yanagawn and Adolin playing Towers.
The shardplate was referenced from the book illustrations, and Adolin's outfit is referenced from the mini figures that were released!
#stormlight archive#wind and truth#wind and truth spoilers#adolin kholin#yanagawn#WaT spoilers#I hope the spoiler tags are working#although in my opinion this is a kind of minor spoiler#aa I stressed a bit about how the card game would *work* but#I hope it looks somewhat convincing of what a game of towers might look like#argent mentioned mtg haha#anyways adolin's whole arc in this book was a highlight for me#so it was fun working on this!
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Them sleeping together (not sexually)! Thank you so much for feeding me with those gorgeous arts. Love you so so so much❤️

It's a long way to Ba Sing Se.
#dema answers#Before the tags. A warning.#I AM NOT TAKING MORE KISS SKETCH REQUESTS#My askbox currently sits at 75+ asks and about 90% of them are sketch requests. And I love the interest but—well—it's a little overwhelming.#You're still welcome to send me random sketch ideas but the Dema Kisses Day event closes its gates for the time being.#Some of the asks are over a year old and I don't enjoy making you guys wait for so long. I'd love to tackle all requests but that takes time#A lot of time I don't have or need to dedicate to other projects. So you get my dilemma.#Don't worry! All kiss sketches will come out sooner or later. Just thought of making this clear now.#Mostly because I know myself—I probably won't stop answering a request even if it comes after this.#Anyway. Let's move on.#atla#zutara#avatar the last airbender#zuko#atla fanart#atla art#katara#zutara au#Lee & Kya AU#Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU#zutara art#zutara fanart#National Dema AU Kisses Day#LOVE YOU TOO ANON#I've been rather stressed out lately so a little quality time with my OTP was much needed <3
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YELLOWJACKETS, 3x01 "It Girl"
#van palmer#taissa turner#taivan#yellowjackets#yellowjacketsedit#yjedit#tvedit#yellowjacketsnetwork#*#usercoty#tusermich#userbecca#tuserdee#tusermiles#ughmerlin#userbru#usercleo#tuserjes#userclara#yellowjackets301#yellowjackets spoilers#'was' is so funny. you never stepped foot in office. and i love that for you#ok im done for the night <3#pls tell me if you dont want to be tagged i am so stressed posting new episode content omg.
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April started out brutal by putting me in the hospital and somehow just kept escalating. Like what do you mean March, when we found out we had two separate gas leaks in the house, was the better month?
What do you mean?!
#chronic health tag#I know it’s prolonged stress from the global Horrors tanking my immune system#it’s why I’m only letting myself read the news once a day#because I keep getting so angry I syncope#but good god
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DID YOU KNOW THAT ANDY SURIANO TALKED ABT YOUR COMIC ON INSTA???????????

YEAH I SAW IT!
really cool!!!!!! nice things were said about my art and story!!!!!! i am so flattered!!!!!!!!!! i am still figuring out how to react to it all!!!
#i most definitely didn't have an anxiety attack for 2 hours after seeing it because i am a human who reacts in normal ways...#<< false statement#i really don't enjoy recieving attention ahajdkkfkgkuj aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA#asks#misc asks#i also recieved a really nice dm!! that i hope i replied to in a normal and not cold or too distant kind of way!!#i suck at communication when nervous agsjdklg augh anyway yeah#i feel so silly getting so stressed over things like this o|< it was a cool moment tho#NOT TO OVERSHARE ON THE INTERNET OR ANYTHING. I'M DONE RAMBLING IN THE TAGS NOW
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some recent sketches i did without context
#tf2#tf2 fanart#doodle dump#engineer tf2#sniper tf2#medic tf2#anthro#team furtress#kitty engie#gunslinger#cord tail#trucks and vans#bush medicine#rant in the tags time woooo#i've been feeling kinda burned out on drawing Engie recently#pa#`r`#sorry my cat walked across my keyboard. anyways#partly because my finals are coming up and i've been stressed#so that also really kills my creativity#and partly because i've been like. only drawing him for months basically#so i'm a little bored of JUST him#kinda like eating only meat for like a week. i need veriety in my diet guys#so i'm gonna focus a little more on having veriety again in the mercs that i post about#not abandoning him altogether obviously#he's my wife and i love him#but i need to not go insane also
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Minor spoilers idk?? Still on my make the bug boy look buggy propaganda, while I'll still on a drawing kick again! Give him is mama's eyes you cowards, hot pink! Idgaf if they all got hot pink eyes, give it to him.
#side not making him more buggy but still making him look like oliver is fun and stressing me for no reason#keeping the same colors saves me lol like yes this is the same kid i promise guysss trust <3 faith <3#the brainrotsreal's art tag ✧˖°:*♡#fanart#digital art#procreate art#screencap redraw#screen shot redraw#shoutout lowkey @/willosword for having so many invincible screencaps i will study them foreverrrrrr#invincible fanart#invincible spoilers#idk???? tagging it anyway#invincible show#oliver grayson#legit coming back to this art blog kicking the door open lets if i can make it last !!! :D#why he purple anyways
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Here's a Cult of the Lamb comic that I scripted on a whim and then spent. Actual time on.
I hope y'all like this cuz it was fun to make and. I spent actual time on it lmfao
(Also for the "brought Narinder back" line. I started a new save and I swear between my two saves he's died three times. This guy. Goodness gracious.)
#cult of the lamb#cult of the lamb fanart#cotl#cotl fanart#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#not gonna tag the other bishops or sozo cuz theyre in it for like. 1 panel so i dont think that counts#see this is what happens when i get stressed out and have big feelings. i make stuff lmfao#but yea this was fun. and yea its 'angst' or whatever but its not sposed to be taken super seriously or anything#(unless u want to. i cant tell u what to do ig lmfao)#but yea this was fun. enjoy this thing that i spent actual time on.#the yet untitled qpr narilamb au
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