[I'm not dead. I pinky promise]
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Jules of Nature
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Three Goblin Art

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blake kathryn
KIROKAZE
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Game of Thrones Daily
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Cosimo Galluzzi
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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[I'm not dead. I pinky promise]
Lust: Something that I find attractive.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
Chastity: Prefer relationship or hook-up.
Humility: Something that I like about others.
Diligence: One of my goals.
Kindness: One of my best friends.
Temperance: Something I wish to have better control over.
Patience: Something that made me suffer.
Charity: I’ll give you a compliment
shush.
(( In which Barnaby looks like he was going to throw in a Blue Eyes White Dragon or something. Geez, he looks like the lovechild of Kaiba and Jonouchi. XD ))
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Shivers raced down his spine when warm breath puffed against his sensitive ear. Do something like that again? Barnaby couldn't wait. Things that strong and overwhelming were addictive, and this was something he could easily find himself becoming an addict to. His nerves were still short-circuiting from the heat and he couldn't lift a finger, a leg, or a head yet. Instead, the blond let a groan reverberate in his throat, and his lips huskily mouthed, "Please..." He wanted them to have more. Had Kotetsu ever felt anything like that? He hoped so; Barnaby wanted his partner to feel just as good as he did.
Maybe This Wasn't Such a Good Idea...
“Huh? No, just fluffy! Like the fur of a Bunny… like angora. You must have an Angora pullover, they’re really soft and warm,” Kotetsu rambled. “I know you go to the hair dresser’s a lot, but how do you do it? It’s like… it’s like your hair is softer than that of a baby,” he chuckled, thinking the blond was pretty cute with his lip like that.
"You're talkin too much abou' this..." He continued to pout, swimming eyes narrowed. "I don't go aroun' compl'mentin' your hair..." Barnaby attempted to smooth down his mussed up locks, but due to his current intoxication, his plan was fruitless.
Guys Night Out!
Race for the finish!
Here is a colour WIP of this drawing for while I am away!
I actually started this more than 2 weeks ago, but just never found time to finish it. I think I might scrap this and redo it entirely, though. I want more of a watercolour feel… xD;;
Hope to see you in Montreal! <:
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Maybe This Wasn't Such a Good Idea...
“I don’t know…” He pushed his glasses up momentarily so he could rub his eyes. “You’re more sober than me a’this point…” Adjusting his frames back on his nose, he squinted, examining their current position with intense, drunken scrutinization.
“Huh… yeah, but, I still don’t know. All I know is that your hair is fluffy,” Kotetsu beamed, adjusting his shirt that had escaped his trousers while they were wrestling around earlier.
"I wou'n't describe it as fluffy..." He huffed, his fingers playing with the gold chain around his neck. "Izzit too frizzy or som'thin'?" He stuck out his lower lip, and frowned. He was demanding an apology for that comment. No one said things about his hair and got away with it. Especially when they said such cryptic things, like calling it fluffy. It was unforgivable.
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As the two of them walked out of the store, Mousy looked back up at the blonde man and laughed nervously. She didn’t know whether to take his complement as a good one or a bad one… Did she really spend too much time in there? She hoped she wasn’t bothering him by doing that…and the fact that he payed for everything was too much in itself. “You didn’t have to pay for everything…” she said and nodded, looking down as they walked.
“I feel bad now…cause I bought a lot…. “
"Why feel badly about it? I offered." He tried to smile at her, but her downcast eyes made it impossible for her to see his reassurance. Well, that was a bit disheartening. Resisting the urge to sigh, they continued walking down the block, store after store passing them by. "Besides, what kind of man lets a woman pay for her things?"