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xy-art · 9 months

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Caha and cahin make malfatto drive them to furcon because he has a car and neither of them can drive (they are legally barred from having a license). Malfatto makes lupo come with him because he doesn't want to be stuck at furcon alone and ends up taking lots of pictures with random furries who "think his fursuit is super cool!"

woe technicality be upon them, they only paid for + said they needed a ride TO the con, not back home after

godspeed little clowns, he’s also not getting out

#anon the legally barred from having a license comment has been killing me for days #you’re so correct #my art #acbm #assassins creed #il lupo #malfatto #caha #cahin #ac multiplayer #ac brotherhood #anon #anonymous #ask #doodles #mallupo

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we-are-inevitable · 16 days

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ok so this may only make sense in my head but 'forsaken' by paris paloma for the davey playlist :)

THIS IS SO. AUAGHHHUGHH.

#you’re so CORRECT #ask a jac !

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x-ascended · 11 months

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Mallory/Billy would say “watch me dunk this one!” and throw with their eyes closed, excitedly waiting for a reaction but they completely miss.

BAHAHAHA I COMPLETELY AGREE

#kollok #kollok 1991 #mallory jenkins #billy baker #THEYD BE LIKE. WATCH THIS SHOT WATCH THIS SHOT #AND THEN ALMOST HIT SOMEBODY ELSE IN THE HEAD #YOU’RE SO CORRECT

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raydioactivegeorg · 2 years

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has this been done before

if not

i am correct

BDKSBFKS IM FUCING CRYING HELP

#you’re so correct #iwtv

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spottyissleepy · 2 years

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Yes that guy! I don’t right the o because it’s silent!

Lmao he’d thank you for it

#YES #you’re so correct #massive brain

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quinnsteria · 2 months

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bold of you to assume that with context boomer and flash still isn't yoai

Get off anon, anon, so we can frolic in the valley with sunshine and rainbows and go la lala la la

#quinn speaks #anonymous #they are extremely yaoi always and 5ever #you’re so correct

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tamsong · 1 year

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thinking about basira actually. my brain like blipped and i completely missed that SHE was the one reasoning her way out of the unknowing but holy shit what an interesting character i am like : 0

i LOVE basira she’s so interesting. i used to not have particularly strong opinions on her but then i got to the unknowing and my whole perspective changes. i need to study her in a lab or get coffee with her

#you’re so correct #askers

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the-broken-pen · 3 months

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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

#writing #writing community #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #ficlet #writblr #writing prompt #hero/villain #hero whumpee #exhaustion #overworked #villain caretaker #whump #kind of #in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible #essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable #it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond #so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop #so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups)#and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in #I’m not a doctor #I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao #this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred #anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful.#electrical tape > bandaids #do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you.#don’t get injured at all #thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst #love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care

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babybells123 · 4 days

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(ASOS, Sansa II)

(ASOS, Jon XII)

#jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jon snow #don’t tell me they mean nothing to each other when they have such glaring parallels #it’s the way no one else in the series has this exact dream to restore Winterfell and have a little starkling family #in the same book mind you !!#the way Robb is the missing piece to Sansa’s fantasy <33 #and Jon and Sansa don’t mention each other because they’ll be parents #oh the feelings I have #sometimes there was even a girl who looked like arya #and arya is known to resemble Jon really closely #implying that Sansa wants to marry someone of the north with stark features #which makes so much sense for her character arc to BE with someone born and raised in the north #not another random lord to exploit her claim and power #see this is why I wrote a 40 paged meta analysis and compiled it into a PowerPoint #and then presented it to my mother thus converting her into a Jonsa truther #WITHOUT OBJECTION #on a side note I find it so interesting when you talk to someone who’s neutral on ships and is willing to listen to whatever theory #as objectively possible #because as soon as I pointed all the evidence out to my mum she was like woahhh you’re smart analysis and you’re so correct

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nomorethoughts · 4 months

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tango talking about how much he loves create mod and how well received the create series was, jimmy talking about how he wants to play around with create mod more, I THINK THE ANSWER IS RIGHT THERE.

#from jimmy’s latest crazy christmas episode #i think i’d actually die (/pos) if they played create mod together #also to every rancher duo artist who’s drawn a create!jimmy design you’re so correct actually #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #rancher duo #team rancher

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quinn-pop · 1 month

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Metadede

yep. metadede 👍👍

dedede is great at getting people to stop overworking by the process of Shenanigans. even if it’s just taking a little break

meta’s weakness is fighting so egging him on usually works

#i actually started laughing when i saw this ask because!!! yea!!! metadede!!!! you got it that’s what i draw lol!!#metadede. you’re correct lol i love it #it struck me funny #anyway idk if this was meant to be a request but i drew some anyway #but i have a lot more in drafts rn so yayy #*deep sigh* how do you replicate poses in characters without knees #kirbyposting #my art or something #meta knight #king dedede #metadede #on a good day meta will roll his eyes and play along #on a bad day…well. he’ll just get mad. and then they’ll probably need to talk it over later #headcanons

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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Prompt:

Bruce keeps accidentally calling Tim by Jason’s name.

And it’s fine. Really. This was— not exactly Tim’s plan, but it seems to help keep Batman stable. So— so it’s fine. He can be Jason. For Bruce. For Batman.

#prompts #this prompt is darker than intended…#but hey Bruce isn’t exactly mentally stable after Jason’s death #I read an essay about how Bruce didn’t have ptsd after seeing his parents die #he had ptsd after JASON died tho #which… honestly kind of had me stare off into space for a few moments #that boy was so SO loved #anyway yeah Tim #Tim does everything to keep up the illusion #Bruce doesn’t even notice half the time #because Tim never corrects him #Tim is making this worse than it actually is #oof yeah anyway #Jason comes back and it’s to an entire copy of himselfw #which is not very fun to explain #he goes berserk #Tim’s just like: wonderful! you’re back!#and it’s fine if you kill me Bruce won’t notice as long as you go home and there’s a Jason #;))))#Jason is just like: ????? wtf????????#jason todd #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #batman

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why-the-heck-not · 22 days

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I have this one leatherjacket (my dad’s old one lol, very oversized on me but hoping in a cool way) that I’ve been meaning to take the shoulder pads out bc I’ve got enough shoulder as is & fits weird with those. But guess when do I decide to do it?

A) when I have ample freetime

B) when I have a very non-negotiable important deadline in a few days that I’m already behind on

#if you guessed B you’re correct #it’s 5:30am on sunday I haven’t slept bc I have to get this thing done today but yes this is a priority for sure #also like it’s not a quick process bc gotta sew it back together by hand bc obv I don’t have a sewing machine (I’m not that art&crafty of a #person)#(thinking I’m gonna go through the pocket and just sew the pocket back up bc seems the safest and one of the pockets is already ripped so #would have to sew it anyways)#WHY AM I LIKE THIS WHY CANT I JUST DO THE THING IM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#but like it’s a good leather jacket and I don’t want to miss my chance to wear it this year #but sTILL #it could wait a week #but nnOOO IT COULD NOT NEED JACKET NOW SAYS BRAIN #april 2024 #2024

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Kiyoomi thinks play fighting is childish.

Fairly standard things, he knows Meian and his partners do it, and he knows atsumu has a track record of losing to Hinata, Bokuto is notoriously playful after a big win, but it never appealed to Kiyoomi like it does them, and in turn, they know better than to test and try his patience.

Unfortunately, for Kiyoomi it seems you don’t get that same message.

It wasn’t his fault Meian needed him so suddenly, messing up the dates for their new sizing for the team jerseys, and he doesn’t want to leave and more than you don’t want him to, but Kiyoomi must oblige for his career’s sake, and for the love of the gods, where the hell did he put his keys-

“Oh, you haven’t left yet?” You hum brattily, and Kiyoomi feels the vein in his head throb.

“No,” he grumbles, a hand carding back his curls as he stands up straight. “Baby, you haven’t seen my keys have you? I could’ve sworn I’d left them-“

“Oh- you mean these keys?” There’s a jingle that prompts the end of your tease, and goosebumps of irritation rise from his skin.

“For fucks sake,” he groans, finally turning to face you. “I’ve been looking all over the place for them, why would you take them?”

“Because I don’t want you to leave,” you shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Which it was, but he’s never going to let you know that.

“Give me my keys, I’m going to be-“

“No.”

His brows shot up in surprise, taken aback by your defiance for his demand. “What do you mean ‘no?’” He snips, taking a step towards you, and snarling when you take one back confidently. In reality, there’s a feeling brewing in his gut at your words, almost like an excitement and eagerness for a challenge. He doesn’t want you to see it though, he’s an adult and there’s no reason for such an emotional response to come from your audacity.

“I’m sorry, what letter is tripping you up?” You say, a mocking brow cocking upwards as you jingle his keys in your fingers. “N. O.”

Oh, you’re so in for it.

“Watch yourself,” he snarls, but the glimmer in his onyx eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and it makes you lick your teeth in excitement. But there’s absolutely nothing, no warning, no thoughts that could prepare him for the low, snarky little words that fall from your lips next.

“Make me.”

“You little brat,” he growls, but he’s unable to fight the smirk on his lips as he drops his bag and absolutely sprints towards you, relishing in your screams as you try to run fast and far from him. He’s an athlete, surely you must’ve known he’d catch up to you, but even if you do, you cackle and shriek in surprise when long fingers grip the back of your shirt and positively yanks you back towards him, threads popping and your legs kicking wildly to escape. It’s unsuccessful, and he’s on full adrenaline and excitement when he pulls you up and over his shoulder, fists banging into his back.

“Since when are you so strong!” You whine around cackles.

“I can physically lift and move Bokuto, you think you’re a problem for me?” His answer comes quick and in-between pants, his cheeks hurt from the grin that splits his face, and even before you can beg and plead for giggly mercy, he hauls you into the bedroom.

He tosses you carelessly enough on the bed to have you scrambling to face him, your eyes glimmering from laughing so much. His heart squeezes, and if he weren’t on absolute adrenaline right now, he would’ve bent down and kissed the giggles out of your mouth.

But alas, he holds himself back and instead, when he lowers his hands to try and grab his keys, yours bat them away, the keys stabbing his knuckles one too many times for his liking.

“Oh you fucking-“ he growls as he flips you back onto your belly to face away from him again, and when you try to flip over with your free arm, he knocks the weight out from under you, pinning the arm without the keys behind your back, the arm with the keys flailing for freedom over the edge of the bed.

“Omi!” You whine around howls of laughter, your arm bent in an awkward angle, but you’re not fighting back as rough as he’d expect, and he takes it as a sign you’re still having fun. He snarls and moves your arm higher up your back to ease the tension, and you merely bury your face in the mattress as you cackle.

Then, a massive paw claps a playful smack on your ass, and he absolutely loves the sound of your shocked scream. “Kiyoomi!” You scold, head whipping around but the grin on your face still beaming wildly. You’re clearly surprised to see him in such a state, but he can tell just by the body language that you love it. “Don’t do that!”

He smirks, “you gonna give me my keys?”

“No! You promised me- OW!”

Another rough smack lands on your butt, and your legs kick out with a giggly “stop it!” to which he prompts another smack. Then, a squeeze to your hips to make you writhe and shriek at the ticklishness. And one final slap when he hears the clatter of his keys hitting the floor.

After deeming you punished enough, Kiyoomi releases you to curl up and giggle on yourself, his pulse beating wildly from the adrenaline and exhilaration pulsing through his blood stream. “Don’t test me again, brat.” He cards back his curls and makes his way over to the dropped keys, and he crouched down to pick them up, planting a kiss on your head as he stands back up. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Who knew the impenetrable Sakusa Kiyoomi could be so playful?” You hum, smiling innocently up at him. He gives you a deadpanned stare and a flick to your head to make you whine.

“Come back to me, ‘kay?” You whisper, sitting up and pouting you lips out for another kiss. He rolls his eyes and complies, a large hand tenderly stroking your jawline, and lips whispering a soft “of course,” against yours.

“I’ll always come back to you… even if you are the bane of my existence.”

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@meloomi IM SO SORRY I HAD TO TAG YOU, IF I GO DOWN YOURE COMIN WITH ME-