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Me trying to write Lukadrien (or any one side of my OT3):
Me: Oh look at them! They're so cute! Just Luka and Adrien... Marinette? You weren't in my plans...  You can make a quick appearance but then... No, Marinette, you gotta go... No, don't blush, Adrien... Don't talk about her melody, Luka!... Yes, you have two hands but you don’t need them both... Wait... Stop holding hands!... Why are they kissing?... Don’t suggest... No... N- Crap, it’s too late: they’re a throuple. Sigh. This is Lukadrien-
The story: 
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Me: I guess not.
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capsensislagamoprh · 2 months
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Victor slid across the ice, blades cutting feather thin lines into its fresh shine. His movements were graceful, fluid, full of possibilities. He was going to gather glamour, he would put it to good use. He would get a hold of the oracle and an interpreter. Or he'd learn Chinese. Ether way.
Gliding, arms turning out, slowly lifting towards the sky, palms arched in reverence, Victor imagined the rain of snow that kissed his skin when ever he felt a fresh dream. He drew his arms in, cupping his heart thrugh his chest, long hair flowing beside his face like a vale of silver ice. His feet arched, one over the other as he gained speed. He jumped. The spin felt natural. It landed clean. A triple. He followed it with a moments notice, a double taking him to the next step sequence. He could feel himself, face mussels and long limbs burning like cold flame. The music covered him in kisses made of dead men, there inspiration caught in the air, Victor's to interpret.
His hips bent as his back arched, toe loop step, fluid hands. Toe loop - try to be en pointe, use that toe pick - step, powerful sweeping motions as you flow that twizzle into a sit spin. Pull it into a lay-back... use your core mussels to rise into a scratch. Step sequence as you convey, emote. Use your whole body. Your face. Don't forget the grace of your line...
"VICTOR!" Yakov screamed into the void. A silver head snapped around as his blades cut a sharp C, stopping himself from continuing. Flicking his stakes as he glided towards the grumpy man, he once again wondered if he wasn't a very well hidden knocker.
"Yes, Yakov," he purred. "Something I can help you with?"
"Arch your back more. You're toe is to low, and your twizzle looked like you weren't even trying. Air, Victor! Air! Look like you're gliding yes, but you should fly!"
Victor felt his smile plaster on. "Sure, Yakov. I can do that." He could almost feel Madame Baranovskaya staring him down, telling him to not waste the dross on something bound to get him tested for sanity.
It goes like this in practice for hours. He's not ready to get off the ice. He knows he can do more. He knows he can make another rotation on his Salchow. But reality is going to gobble him up feet first if he doesn't shower, eat, and hang around people with actual imaginations.
He's not sure what to do. What he knows is that sometimes children let loose dreams. They play in the parks and on the streets. They bounce about pretending fantasies so powerful they taste like sweet cream. Umm, sweet cream. A pastries. Trubochki? Vatrushka maybe? Milk and honey, a basic thing to fey, a kin to vitamins in humans. Mother's milk, warm and welcoming. Damn. He was starving.
Walking to Primorskiy Park, Victor watched the sky, felt the cold, smelled the air, and watched his step. The shadows were trying to cling to him again, trying to warn him of something. He wasn't sure what it was, but for a moment he thought he heard someone laugh, smelled the scent of chocolate, and then it faded. Shaking his silver locks, Victor watched as children played, their screams little more than an echo at the highest end of sound.
Sitting on the frosty bench, Victor looked at the children, their parents keeping lax eyes as the water fountains played with the empty spaces. He'd got his pasties, was about to indulge in a powered sugar covered delight when - like the right hand of Madame Baranovskaya herself - came chaos and sound the likes of which he's not experienced before.
Several small dogs chased a rather large Siberian Husky right over the bench he sat, across the bag of goodies, over his entire form, with one rather enterprising spaniel slamming a muddy paw right across his forehead. It was disappointing. It was disgusting. It was shocking. It... surprised him. He hadn't been surprised since he came to the material realm. How exhilarating!
He could feel himself lift from the soul up. His insides were floating on a glowing tide of power, fueling his innate abilities. A slow, steady snow began to fall. People began to gather their children and animals. They fled to the places snow was not supposed to go. And Victor laughed.
Marvelous! What joy! What was that creature? Could he get one? He must have one! Smile brighter than the cloud covered sun, Victor rose, eyes bright with liquid delight as he whispered with glee, "I must have a chaos animal! Where do I get one?"
He'd use the computer to find a place to get a cleaner animal. One as well breed as himself, and just a much of a joy as the muddy print in the middle of his head.
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22
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leafith · 1 year
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Thsi Is my Valentines Day Edit! Hope you like It 💞
DAMN, OT MAKES ME CRY. TY ED SHEERAN FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG CALLED PERFECT 💐!
Ships in here:
𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖎
(Lilu x Iricami)
𝓝𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪
Nathan x Selestia
𝔸𝕪𝕟𝕟𝕪
Ayrah x Jhonny
ʏᴀʟᴏʀᴀ
Yalans x Aurora
ⱠØɄ₦Ɏ₳
Louis x Vanya
𝐎𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞
Oliver x Marie
ᎮᏂᎥᏝᏝᎥᏕᎧᏁ
Phil x Allison
Ṡẗöḷḷÿ
Stormetis x Holly
Ⓐⓖⓗⓝⓘⓔⓡ
Aghnes x Alfier
𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙚
Saki x Evelyne
͓̽G͓̽a͓͓̽̽r͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽t͓͓̽̽c͓͓̽̽h͓̽
Gamy x Ritch
TᕼE ᕼᗩᖇᐯEᔕTᔕ
Mr and Mrs Harvest
Ritarika
Rita x Marika
I think I forgot to talk about Marika! Here She Is!
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She Is a kitsune who hurted Iricami's feelings- when they were Kids. Now they are good friends. She is lesbian. 4 and 7-8 book.
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rapidashrider · 7 months
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The agonising feel when a character tag is full of shipping that you Simply Do Not Vibe With. The solution is, naturally, to keep scrolling. But the wince, the WINCE.
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indigonite · 3 months
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There’s a lot you can learn about it, trust me
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ashoss · 2 months
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patrol is fun :DD
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nymph1e · 5 months
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On Discomfort and Morality
My father finds gay men uncomfortable.
He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.
In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.
When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.
My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.
He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.
I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.
The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?
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jowbokitten · 1 month
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"I don't condone hitting women, but I never said anything about strangling bitches." -Lucifer (probably)
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luchsyy · 1 year
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best dynamic. you agree
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buggachat · 7 months
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until the special comes out i'm just going to write it myself
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I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
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Can't sleep at 3 am? Time to scroll Tumblr and reblog all the art.
All of it.
😆
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seagiri · 11 days
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there's something happening in my head rn
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ferretteeth · 1 year
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Pigeon attempts to court falcon
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pien-art · 8 months
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alright, they got to me :)
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for my most dearest @cecefly <33
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mfshipbracket · 1 year
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