It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
you are greeted by...... her
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A lotta y'all be writing Dick as this terminally lonely man with no friends like 3/4s of the DCU isn't fighting over who gets to be his emergency contact
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thecrystalkeepers on ig
butterflies pictured (as far as i can tell, in order):
chocolate solider (junonia iphita), postman butterfly (heliconius melpomene), malachite butterfly (siproeta stelenes), blue moon butterfly (hypolimnas bolina), another two malachites, some type of lacewing butterfly (the coloration is throwing me off), another blue moon butterfly, two more malachites, and i think the top butterfly in the last gif is the chocolate solider from the first gif, and the one on their hand looks like another blue moon butterfly.
if i got any of these wrong, please let me know!
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inspiration song- In This Moment "Natural Born Sinner"
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Sweet agony in the hands of a powerful being whose connection is the strongest in the world.
HQ 3k full artwork, censored version:
And uncensored version is here O///O
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no. you don't understand how funny this scene was to me.
these four basically represented how dean winchester was perceived by others. there's the people who love him; charlie (platonic), sam (familial), and cas (romantic). then there's rowena who, at the time, was the stand-in for their "enemies" (hatred).
and they all need to work together to cure dean. i'm unwell 😭😭
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Sero Hanta, early-twenties, sat in a small room with his pants around his ankles and a small pot in his hand. There’s porn magazines all over the place, something he’s never quite cared for, but he still manages to deposit his sample with the nurse within a break-neck 10 minutes. Blame his youthful exuberance and the fact he hasn’t touched himself for almost two weeks leading up to his appointment, he guesses.
And you, fifteen years later, with your son. A lanky boy who’s too tall for his age, with a mop of black hair and eyes of such a richly, dark brown they’re often mistaken for black.
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Blood wings🩸
Speedpaint up on https://www.patreon.com/Sarahpdraws
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