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nctsworld · 10 months
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LITTLE MOMENTS WITH JAEHYUN, FROZEN IN TIME // HORIZON
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seraphdreams · 6 months
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teasing virgin megumi is soooo heavy on my mind
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epicqtefail · 3 months
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*covered in blood and dirt* I did my best at drawing in the lovely @autiacorart's gorgeous style!
ever since i saw your Connor with his sparkly eyes and luscious curly hollywood heartthrob forelock, i've had the mightiest urge to have a go at drawing him!! very ambitious of me, but damn, was it a fun (if very difficult lol) challenge :''D
Thank you so much for doing this challenge with me and for sharing your stunning work with this community. Your artistic flexibility knows no bounds with the way you pull on our heartstrings, make us laugh, and awe us with some of the most badass artwork i've ever seen <3 <3 <3
>>>>AUTIACORA'S PART OF THE CHALLENGE <<<< so goodddd
Also, this was me trying to attempt the lineart the first time (had a great time with it though :''D)
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frenchublog · 3 months
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how do you have the energy/time to colour in every piece you do? especially so detailed?
way too much turkish coffee
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this is such a bizarre take on les misérables i love this
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juniemunie · 4 months
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Don't you have anything better to do?
Just let them go.
(Yes its based off that pic from Veil)
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cloudiness · 2 years
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Requested by Anon here
disclaimer: these are fake
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l3viat8an · 1 month
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I'M BAAACCCKK BAAABBYYY
Soooo quick question for ya, how do you think Satan would feel with an MC who's really into astronomy (the sciencey stuff, not spiritual) books? They have a whole collection of books that are about the history of the stars, constellations and other deep space stuff, and they try to get as much astronomy related info and things as they can get.
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Hiii 🦢 !!!
Okay going with the more scientific side of astronomy I’d say Satan gets really, reallyyy excited about it!! and ofc he has some very, very, old books you don’t-
astronomy is one of the oldest natural sciences after all + a few other books about the history behind stars ‘n deep space books he bought a long time ago when he was more into the subject himself yk- and because Satan seems to have books about almost everything jsksjks
then like I said Satan gets soooo excited to share them with you and give you even more recommendations of his favorite books from the library!!!- AND because the human world sky/stars are different from the Devildom sky/stars- Satan has books on both!!! So there’s even more for Satan to share ‘n for you to read / collect XD
But if Satan somehow doesn’t have books about it, or more likely doesn’t have the same books you do- (because, again, different sky/stars) he’ll ask to borrow yours or what books you’d recommend while looking into it more himself so that you can still talk about astronomy, stars ‘n space together!
He’ll take you shopping for books specifically on the subject too! any reason to buy more books is a good reason!!- ‘n Satan gets to spend more time with you!
Satan would totally buy you little astrology related gifts too! like whenever he wants to give you something special or just spoil you a little! he wants to make sure it’ll be something you like!!!
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apple-death · 2 years
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Where Am I?!!
A yandere genshin sagau so if your not interested you can skip
This is based off of my “Knowing Au” which in short means the reader has read fics before so knows what could go down in the genshin world and if they end up in a gruesome au. Which they did
Tw: Angst, more angst, crying, mentions of attempted murder, trauma, guilt, me ripping your heart out with even more angst. I cried on the inside while writing this.
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It was cold in the grand church, one where the former “god” had taken residence in.
It was cold outside, where the warm sun used to bathe the brightly colored world.
It was cold, where warm blood would pump and circulate through the body of the broken god. 
It was cold where their heart should be. Where they should feel any kind of warmth. Not even out of love, but out of life. Out of living. It was cold.
But nothing could surpass the frozen silence and time when their rightful god, sat upon the impostor's throne gazed upon them. The unfaithful acolytes. Could it be considered gazing at them? Their eyes seem too...cold, empty, and gone.
“Your-your grace we didn’t mean-”
A swift hand from their grace silenced the bowing, sniveling bard. 
“How many did you kill?..How many did you senselessly murder?” 
Their gentle voice asked. Just light of a whisper, but heard by everyone in the room as they were attentive for their creators voice. Anything that wasn’t a shrill, glass shattering scream was what they all wanted.
“How. Many.”
They demanded this time when the acolytes hesitated at the question. The voice losing it’s once gentle touch, but no louder. 
Yae Miko, one who was at their side from the beginning, wordlessly handed a book to her creator. She knew that they were in a fragile state, and she didn’t have the heart in her to say the number.
“Thank you.” 
The creator quietly let out. Even in such a devastated state they were still kind and polite to their creations. To those that deserved it.
The flipping of pages echoed through the walls and as each second ticked by, the more the hearts of those in the building, dropped. The more they started to cry, and the more it turned into quiet weeping as page, after page, after page, after page was slowly turned. 
“We’re so sorry..”
“Please forgive us your grace.”
“We’ll take any punishment you see fit!”
The archons cried out in desperation. Anything for their god to look at them with love again.
But amidst their weeping and their pleas, they couldn’t see that their god was also crying. Crying over how many were slaughtered and what they lost.
“Why? Why did you kill so many just because they looked like me?! Some of these are even kids! Children!”
The broken sound of their god made them raise their heads from the floor to see their god weeping, which caused their hearts to shatter even further, if that was possible.
It was their fault that their god couldn’t look at them. It was their fault they could be near them. It was their fault they couldn’t stand them. Yet they asked for forgiveness anyways cause they couldn’t fathom doing anything else.
“They were impostors your grace!”
Venti blurted out.
“You being here confirms that they weren’t the real all creator!!”
Zhongli tried to reaason.
“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!!!”
Their god shot up from their seat as everyone looked at them in surprise at the sudden increase of volume. 
While yes, they had screamed as they were tortured by their acolytes and when they were about to be executed. They had always tried to be quiet, to be gentle, to be nice, to be forgiving. But this scream, this shriek held all the anger that they had yet shown.
“DID NONE OF YOU MORONS EVEN CONSIDER THAT IT COULD’VE BEEN REINCARNATION?! THAT MAYBE THERE WERE SO MANY IMPOSTORS BECAUSE YOU KEPT SLAUGHTERING ME?!!! THAT IT WAS TEYVAT ITSELF FORCING ME TO COME TO YOU?!!! TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT YOU WERE KILLING YOUR OWN GOD?!!!”
The full choir of cries and wails now filled the nation as not only the acolytes, but the followers as well heard their god’s rage, their sorrow, their grief as they were right. They had never taken that into consideration. 
The new idea of killing their god over and over even as they took on an early stage of life made them feel even worse. The sin of harming or even killing their own god was what they considered as the worst transgression they could commit, until their god said that. The act of killing their god repeatedly was so much worse.
“We’re sorry we’re sorry, we’re so sorry!!”
“SORRY FOR WHAT?? FOR HURTING ME? OR THAT YOU FELL FROM MY SO CALLED GOOD GRACES? OR IS IT BECAUSE YOUR’RE FACING THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR STUPID ACTIONS??!!!”
The room was filled with cries that were desperately trying to be suppressed. Sniffles and hiccups littered the room, but none were as attention grabbing as the ones coming from their god, who collapsed into the chair exhausted from finally letting their bleeding-heart speak.
“Your gra-...Y/n..”
Yae corrected as she rested a gentle hand on their shoulder. While formality was strict when it came to her god, she knew they hated that name for what it brought them. She also used their name because that was the only thing that could get their attention in their state. Their true name being said was such a rarity, Yae saw the light in their eyes come back when she said their name. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for her. Enough for both of them.
“-We can go back to the shrine, or even Snezhnaya if this is too much now.”
Yae waited for their tears to calm down for their answer, but her god asked her a question so meekly she didn’t hear it.
“Where am I?”
“Yo-Y/n?..What do you mean by that?”
She cradled their face in her hands as she stepped in front of them, blocking their view from the acolytes. She was concerned about why they would ask that. They’d sustained so many injuries it was possible that it could be a side effect or something that they missed.
“Where am I?”
They repeated a little louder. As fat, warm tears rolled down their cheeks and onto Yae’s hands that tried to wipe them away.
“-This isn’t the Teyvat that I fell in love with. These aren’t the people I fell in love with.”
They uncontrollably started crying as they curled in on themselves. Their voice growing until even the acolytes on the floor could here them,.
“My Teyvat would never do this. They would never slaughter kids and they would never hunt down someone for such a simple thing.”
Yae’s, and the recently appeared Tsaritsa’s heart broke as their god coninued on.
“This isn’t the Mondstadt I fell in, this isn’t the Izuma I fell in love with. There’s nothing here I loved before.”
“Surely you don’t mean-”
The Tsaritsa tried to cut in.
“I loved the people who would smile, I loved the people who would protect others and those who wished the best for others. Those who followed their ideals and dreams without influence, and those who were kind. But I’ve seen none of it here in this world. This world is cruel and unforgiving. It murders any that resembles me and has no qualms committing atrocities even against the innocent and young. It’s just a husk of what I love rotting from the inside desperately pretending it’s still alive.”
They choked out one more thing that even broke the ones who were in their god’s favor.
“This isn’t the world I loved.”
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@chocoenvy​
This was the first time making anything really angsty so I’m sorry if it wasn’t as sad as the Tw warnings said it would be. 
Reblog, but don’t repost or copy guys. :D
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cashweasel · 2 months
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Happy birthday @night-triumphantt 💙
Thank you for being you and for offering me your valuable friendship,, ilysm <3 enjoy this doodle of the blorbos napping together 😌😘
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kitnita · 5 months
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jason robertson postgame — DAL vs STL — 12.27.23
[we just talked about — the comebacks are great, but you don’t want to get down two-nothing.] yeah, I mean … a couple breakdowns. it’s hard — it’s hard, I mean, we’ve been doing it all year — all past couple of years, but it’s not gonna happen every game. [I think it’s six — five out of the last six games you guys have either had a situation where you’ve had to come back and you did. and so in five of them you did and this was the first one that you didn’t win, or at least get points.] yeah. I mean, like I said, it’s hard, hard to do. um … [laughs] it’s hard, it’s hard to score. but you know, you don’t wanna get in that situation. but I mean, it did feel like we played pretty well in the third period, yeah. [and then what’d you see on your goal?] yeah, I mean, I just — we got a big kill, very big kill, and just got on the ice and had some, um — you know, was kind of fresh, so. just trying to … get open, and roop found me, and then I was able to score. [do you feel momentum off that? I mean, I know you’re not a penalty killer, but do you feel momentum off the penalty kill?] yeah, absolutely. it’s a big moment in the game. um, a two minute five-on-three in the nhl is … I mean, it’s, you’re not looking good. but I mean, our pk has been — our five-on-three pk has been excellent this whole year, um … our pk has been excellent, you know, the wall made some saves. um, it’s unfortunate we couldn’t tie the game up.
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randommotogpstuff · 11 days
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Valentino didn't show up to the 2015 FIM MotoGP Awards
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katierosefun · 2 months
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modern family is all fun and games until you get to the scenes where you burst into tears because the once-vaguely homophobic dad now refers to his son's husband as family, and also the academically gifted daughter realizes that her dorky, clumsy dad was always really proud of her and just never surprised because he just assumed she could do anything, and also the eldest daughter who eloped comes crawling back to her parents' room and whispers that she still wants her parents to be present for her wedding, and also the anxious queer lawyer character admits that he was terrified that his husband would just leave him alone with their baby daughter, and also that the once-vaguely grouchy dad looks at his stepson and tells him that what makes a family is who sticks around, not who you're blood-related to and anyways what was i saying
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anamericangirl · 2 months
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Ohhh, okay so it's okay to disagree with science but not your beloved God.
My beloved God created science :)))
I don’t disagree with science, I disagree with what some people claim about science because humans are deceitful and prone to error.
God is neither of those things.
Die mad. :)
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good-beanswrites · 2 months
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"Prisoner @oboetemasuka ! Milgramblrgram has judged you guilty for your crimes! It is time to meet your judgement. As the wardens' fang, I take that responsibility upon myself!" (Hits you with some good ole OOA angst 👊) TW for Amane's cult mindset and brief descriptions of the injuries.
“Amane, you must – please – !” Shidou’s voice changed from pleading to an icy calmness. “Kazui, hold her still.” 
Amane struggled from his grasp, but there was no hope of success. Even if her little form stood a chance against Kazui’s strength, even if her uniform wasn’t locking her arms in place, she knew she would not manage to draw up any power with all this pain rocking through her body. Her chest stung so that she could hardly breathe. The throbbing from her right eye made her dizzy.
Through her spinning vision, she could see Fuuta nearby. She was struck with the selfish thought that she wished she couldn't. He looked awful. Shidou had rolled him over so he wasn’t lying facedown in blood, but it still clumped in his hair and over his eyes. His arm was stuck at an odd angle. 
“No,” she gasped. “Stop…” 
It was unclear who she was commanding. Shidou? Fuuta? God? Maybe all at once. 
The room wobbled as a wave of pain washed over her. Shidou’s hands were around her face. Though seeking her eye, he may as well have been covering her mouth with how suffocating it felt. Amane shook her head violently back and forth in an attempt to stop him.
There was the ceiling – then Shidou’s face, far too close – a blood-spattered wall – Fuuta’s ginger hair caked in blood – the ceiling – intense gray eyes – the wall – a broken arm – ceiling – scowling lips – wall – ginger fur caked in blood – ceiling – a screaming mouth – blood-spattered floor – a paw bent the wrong way – ceiling – green eyes filled with fire – 
A hand clamped down on her head to keep her still. Her vision swam. She released a cry of anguish. The others probably thought it was from the pain, but she knew how to bite her tongue through pain. No, this was utter frustration.
Then came a glimmer of hope. An angel.
Mahiru stood over her. Amane only had so many people left in this world who treated her kindly, didn't lead her towards sinfulness... and weren’t beaten to death. With the recent turn of events, Mahiru may be the only one left. 
There was some arguing as Mahiru was told to leave, but she convinced the others to let her stay by Amane’s side. She smiled, though tears streaked down both her cheeks.
“It’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
That was it. Mahiru had been sent to save her. Everything would be alright.
Shidou’s tone was as cold as the disinfectant he was applying. “Tell her to hold still.”
Mahiru gave her a gentle nod. “Please, you have to listen to him.”
And just like that, the breath was knocked from her lungs. As quickly as her savior had come, she disappeared. Mahiru had turned against her, for the sake of that damned doctor.
Now Amane had nobody left in the world.
She lashed out one last time before her injuries overtook her completely. Her adrenaline was receding.
“This is for your own good.”
It wasn’t. 
She’d experienced things for her own good. When her mother punished her, she’d repeat the reason for it over and over. When her father brought down his wrath, Amane knew exactly why he was doing so. Her teachers would ask her, when they’d finished giving out their discipline, if she’d learned her lesson. It made sense. It was fair.
There was no lesson here. 
One must work towards holiness. Amane had been working her whole life. She’d fought to learn from each punishment. She tried so hard to be good. But now, there was nothing to learn, nothing to strive for. There was nothing at all. Yuzuriha Kotoko was killing her, Kajiyama Fuuta was leaving her, Kirisaki Shidou was dooming her, Shiina Mahiru was betraying her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do. 
Hopelessness was a trial all on its own.
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altschmerzes · 5 months
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Gav, do you have anymore wriggle up on dry land holiday thoughts to share? I've been thinking non stop about the snippets you posted, the idea of the holiday season being a bit of a jolt to Jamie's standing in his new family unit in his own mind is haunting me
oh yeah i think about this sorta thing ALLLLLL THE TIME it's like... i haven't thought too much about holidays in particular but things like that being a jolt to jamie's standing in his new family unit in his own mind is a great way to put it. it's deeply destabilizing for him every time he encounters something like that, something that makes him think about it and ask himself those questions directly - who am i to them, what is my place here, how long will it last, how much can i take, how much say do i get, etc.
and a BIG one in there is uncle's day, actually, speaking of holidays :) bc i'm keeping that part from season 3 though it's obviously a little different.
this is from when i was talking to another friend (thanks to @jamietxrtt this time, another prominent and beloved enabler of me generally and this au in particular) about the way that like. roy has a hard time with referring to james as jamie's dad when he's thinking about the man at all, because in his mind, that's ted now, and that's something ted earned. (and it's a little bit roy, too. there's a whole like- he's not Jamie's Dad the way that ted is but he very much is Jamie's Parent, and the distinction is a little odd and difficult to articulate but it's very similar to how he feels about phoebe, he's not her dad but he is her parent, etc. but it's still like...... when he thinks about what a father, what a dad ought to be, he feels that inside himself more than he could ever give it to james.)
which led to like. phoebe is the one who articulates this better and before anyone else can, and that's part of the uncle's day thing, which happens when jamie is seventeen and has been living with ted (and has had a room at roy's) for going on a year. when phoebe and sarah are arranging it, phoebe insists jamie has to come, because “he’s your uncle roy too” and jamie is like :? he is not.
and she sighs and rolls her eyes like little kids do when they think you’re being dense, and she’s like noooo i don’t mean he’s your UNCLE but he’s your UNCLE ROY just like he’s my uncle AND he’s my uncle roy and jamie is like. you’re gonna have to explain this one to me in a lot more words half pint.
and she sighs again and goes well. some kids at my school have a mummy and a daddy or two mummies or two daddies or just a mummy or just a daddy or one of my friends has a mummy and a parent - she pronounces this very deliberately - which is cool. AND my friend cecily has THREE mums and a dad because HER parents got DIVORCED and then they both got married again so she has FOUR parents which is NOT FAIR. anyways. i don’t have a mummy and a daddy or any of that. i have a mummy and an uncle roy. he isn’t my daddy but he’s my uncle roy, get it? and jamie nods bc he thinks he actually does get it yes.
and she goes okay. so you’ve got a daddy. that’s coach ted. but you’ve also got uncle roy. because he’s not your daddy and he’s not your uncle but he’s your uncle roy. get it?
and jamie, who is just about on the verge of tears now, nods again because yeah. He Gets It Now.
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