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thatskindarough · 19 days
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Crowley sprawled out on a couch bathing under a heat lamp…an essential component of proper snake care.
This piece was a commission from the wonderful @alphacentaurinebula for their friend @fellshish ‘s amazing and hilarious fic, Empirical study on the principles of snake care for Fells’ birthday! It was a lot of fun to work on, happy birthday my friend!
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subzam for the doodle requests? :3 or just subz
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anon.... anything for you..... anon......
alt ver without the mini doodles xp
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Also using this chance to finally set free this scrapped subz wip i have WAH! (I meant for him to have those cartoony glossy eyes and eyebags, but it kinda makes him look like he has slaying eye makeup lol! i honestly rlly like it :3c)
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total-drama-brainrot · 2 months
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Alenoah Hypnosis AU, where Alejandro offers to hypnotize Noah, Noah says yes but makes sure that Owen + Izzy + Tyler is around to make sure that Alejandro doesn't make him do anything too embarrassing...
But Alejandro only adds a hypnotic trigger... Whenever Alejandro offers Noah a hug, Noah feels a strong urge to cuddle Alejandro... It's Alejandro own way of playfully messing with Noah... Noah hates it (but secretly enjoys the cuddles)... Owen + Izzy + Tyler doesn't stop Alejandro from adding the trigger, cause they think the hugging might help the anti-social grumpy Noah...
I know this version of the AU is weird, but hopefully it's a little less messed up then the 'Noah turns into Alejandro's puppet' AU! 🍥
Wait why is this actually kind of cute though?
It's still a little bit ethically questionable, which sort of comes with the territory, but the idea of Alejandro using his access to Noah's subconscious solely to make Noah want to hug him is actually kind of sweet. In a sort-of-messed-up kind of way.
It also implies that Alejandro already really wants Noah to hug him, which. I don't know if I prefer "already infatuated with Noah" or "incredibly touch-starved and positive attention-starved" as his motivation for doing so (though both is always an option). Either way, this lad just wants a hug from his favourite sourpuss.
And the mental image of Noah, salty pessimist that he is, physically fighting against the urge to koala cling to Alejandro at his prompt is really funny. He'd be so against the whole concept, not for any moral reasons, but because he'd find wanting to hug someone inherently embarrassing (not that he'd let anyone else know that) and "insulting to someone of his intelligence". I'm just imagining him making the most disgruntled facial expression whilst Al's grinning at him, waiting with open arms.
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kkshowtunes · 2 years
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what about 13 year old Richie and Eddie walking by the R+E that Richie carved. What about Richie trying to nonchalantly bring it up like “it’s us, haha, right Eds?” as if someone else carved it. What about Eddie laughing and not thinking anything of it while Richie is dying inside. What then?
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thetwelfthcrow · 2 months
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imola (2021) / william shakespeare; the prologue, romeo and juliet (1597) / spain (2021) / max verstappen; “Many drivers can win in that car, but that doesn’t take anything away from Lewis” (2020) / france (2021) / maan, goldband; stiekem (2022) / uk (2021) / ashlyn drewek; the kidnapping of roan sinclair (2021) / froukje; licht en donker (2020) / netherlands (2021) / maan, goldband; stiekem (2022) / mexico (2021) / lil nas x; call me by your name (2021) / saudi arabia (2021) / Anthony Hamilton; claims Max Verstappen rivalry talk is nonsense, and discusses the seven-time champion’s future (2021) / nothing but thieves; impossible (2020) / abu dhabi (2021) / rupi kaur; untitled poem, the sun and her flowers (2017)
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i-eat-deodorant · 5 months
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recent conversations reminded me but. so many songs by Crane Wives fit narilamb perfectly
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n7punk · 2 months
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candy store still slaps so fucking hard
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beannary · 4 months
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Have you listened to The Magnus Protocol yet? What do you think of it if you have?
i havent yet but its on my list! if youve listened to it what do you think about it? all ive seen is some fanart so far but nothing about the actual podcast itself
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cosbeans · 1 year
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my contribution to the @hmmkproject, i drew a companion piece to @shcherbatskayas written work which was really amazing ^^
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saintsenara · 7 months
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it's sirius' birthday today, so - naturally - i have decided to depress myself by writing a little story about the the great tragedy of his happy life being snatched away from him at the ripe old age of almost twenty-two.
the title for this pieces comes not from the philip larkin poem of the same name - although it's not not sirius-coded - but from the song live fast, die old by frank turner, which is the most james-and-sirius thing i've ever heard.
September 1979
‘It is a miracle you’re not dead.’
‘I thought I was about to be. You should have seen the way he was brandishing those fire tongs.’
‘I think you might actually be the luckiest bastard alive, Pads. I’m in awe.’
‘Well, I wouldn’t have wanted to die without you being there to witness it. If I’m going to get my head caved in by Mad-Eye Moody for breaking a mug without giving him prior warning and making him think there’s a Death Eater lurking in his kitchen cupboards, then I expect you to enjoy watching it happen.’
‘As, indeed, I would. Pass me that bottle?’
Sirius hands him a bottle in which the last dregs of a very good firewhisky - the mellow, amber colour of late summer - undulates. James swigs from it.
‘You look like a twat doing that.’
‘No I don’t! I look cool!’
‘You look like a fifteen-year-old having his first drink.’
James snorts. ‘Listen, you know I don’t, because you were there when I had my first drink. So you know that -’
‘- the fact you’re not hurling your guts up crying about how you’ll never win the world cup means that this is nothing like that.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Fair enough.’
James passes the bottle back and flops once more on the grass. The golden haze of sunrise slouches over the garden - catching the lime-green leaves of the beech and the dew-drops on the spider’s webs hanging from the door of the shed James never uses - and the whole garden seems to be encased in glass; a terrarium - shimmering and shining - which has been made into their perfect habitat, like the weird moss-filled thing Bertram bloody Aubrey used to have for his toad.
He imagines some benevolent owner lovingly arranging the detritus of their impromptu party - he’d only come round to update James and Lils on his latest meeting with Mad-Eye, Dumbledore’s orders, and that was fifteen hours ago - on the lawn around them and starts laughing.
‘What are you giggling about?’ grins James, his eyes glittering like caramel as it’s poured from a pan. A surefire sign that his mind was turned towards mischief.
‘I don’t even fucking know. Fucking everything, Prongs.’
James starts laughing too. He has a perfect laugh - uproarious and rich, the sort of laugh you wish could be preserved in amber - and it’s perfect for that morning, with its golden dawn and the crisp-apple bite to the air which says that autumn, and its promise of driving Lily to distraction by carving rude things into pumpkins, is on its way. It’s perfect for that perfect morning, when they’re both that brilliant sort of drunk which makes the soft blue of the sky seem all the clearer.
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He lies back, the grass tickling his cheek, and looks up at the heavens, which stretch endlessly before him, revealed bit-by-bit by the new day’s light.
That horrible house - the prison of his childhood - seems so far away that he’s not sure he didn’t dream the whole thing.
It seems like something out of a fairytale - the sort of topsy-turvy formlessness of fantasy - to think that he had once been so miserable that he’d longed to self-destruct, to shatter like a dry bone and be scattered. It seemed absurd to look back at his sixteen-year-old self, rattling around on the Knight Bus as it sped him to James, and to freedom, and realise that he had once been unable to comprehend the idea of being truly happy.
But he is. Life stretches before him unfettered, beckoning to him and James and winking knowingly. You won’t grow old gracefully, it says, with a mischievous glint in its eye. Neither will he
It’s got that right. He and James made a promise within seconds of meeting to still be friends when they were ninety, living next door to each other and scandalising all the village witches and impressing all the village children with the rumours about their dissolute youths. And dissolute middle ages.
‘You’re my best friend,’ says James, because the whisky’s hit him. ‘We’re going to be best friends forever. Even when we’re fucking ancient.’
‘Yep. I know we are.’
‘This was a great party, wasn’t it, Pads?’
‘Party of the year, I’ve heard.’
‘I think I’d like every party I ever have to be like this.’ He’s staring at the sky, squinting behind his glasses, suddenly introspective. The sunlight makes his skin look like honey.
Sirius does the same. ‘I promise that all your parties will start because I have a run-in with Alastor Moody, Lils wants an excuse to open a bottle of cherry brandy, and you want the chance to act like a soft cunt at five in the morning,’ he says, watching a beam of sunlight shimmers behind a cloud, turning its solid white fluffiness into something sheer - gauzy - like a veil.
‘Cheers, mate. Appreciate it.’
The undulating blue-and-gold of morning is so beautiful, clouds rising up like castles from the sea. If Sirius wasn’t so happy it would be painful to see it. As it is…
‘I think sometimes that me and Lils will move by the sea,’ says James. ‘When we’re older. When we have a couple of kids. Yeah, we’ll move by the sea. And have parties in a house all filled with light.’
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quatregats · 1 month
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Finals are nigh I am thinking about the Solomon a Gaenor fic again time is a circle
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grainsizedbrain · 2 months
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Anyways uh crem.e Republic borrower ocs jumpscare. Quick doodle of them but chiffons a borrower form the upper city while mimic is a borrower from the lower city.
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goingxmissing · 3 months
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what is your comfort media? like a book, show, movie, a race ect.
Going with my first instinct here and saying the first three books in the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling. I'm slowly replacing my copies of the series because they are sooo loved and battered. Discovered them in my mid-teens and the bisexual MC, glorious worldbuilding and high fantasy adventure captured me.
Other media that makes me feel a comforting sense of familiarity are the classic (lol) films of my teens: Moulin Rouge, 13 Going on 30, A Cinderella Story, The Princess Diaries, Clueless, Never Been Kissed, 10 Things I Hate About You, Legally Blonde. And Lord of the Rings too. I'm terrible at watching new films now but I could just rotate these on repeat forever.
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jann-the-bean!!!!!
you know i had to draw this lil precious baby again because my GOSH-!!! too adorable<333 (i believe she is capable of murder with how full of rage she is tho- gremlin behavior<;3333)
there's only so many ways i can say how much i adore your art and writings before i become a broken record because SERIOUSLY!!!! you are my biggest inspiration when it comes to writing and i swear if i hear you saying ANYTHING otherwise i'm breaking into your house no matter how far away you are cause i'm not tolerating such lies!!!! you are an AMAZING bean and i would hug you to death if i could >:'Dc <333
mocha belongs to jann
mobster au is both by @help-im-a-gay-fish and jann
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jrueships · 2 months
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I read your latest gunsmith fanfic and I really loved it!! 🥺💖 I recognized so many of your Tumblr posts in it (they were like little Easter eggs). And there were so many banger lines in it…it made me laugh so many times! 😂 Thanks for writing AND sharing it. 😌✨
P.S. I love the title…it describes them sooo well!
P.P.S. I’m shy too but uhhh if you ever wanted to talk about gunsmith/the Rockets then send me a message on Tumblr!!! Would enjoy hearing your thoughts on their pairing!! Okay bye!!! 🙈
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GONNA CRY RN 😭😭😭😭😭
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slightlyplant · 2 years
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not to make a big deal out of a character who we never even see alive, but i just love clay terran’s name. like… in general ace attorney pun fashion, the astronaut should be named Space McGee or something, right??
nope!
because clay never gets to space. even his name ties him back down to the earth, prophesying his failure. his japanese name does this too—the wiki translates it to “blue earth.” (and, i mean, i don’t think how i have to describe how the english version “clay terran” is earth-related. TERRAn? really?)
because clay will never get his dream.
he doesn’t matter.
he’s just another Deid Mann, except his name refers to the fact that he’ll never reach his dreams.
suck it, clay.
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