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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 days

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Expertise can't help you here.

#dungeon meshi #kabru #laios touden #falin touden #Happy Thistle Thursday once again. Have I been holding on to this comic for several weeks? Sure have!#I forgot how long it takes for Chimera Falin to come into play.#I still really love my 'better drawn' art of her - unfortunately it was several weeks too early for the anime only folks.#Slowly getting the hang of drawing Laios. I don't know why I struggle so much but I am getting...somewhere.#Meta time: God damn I love how the chimera shows off the expertise and gap between Kabru and Laios.#The truth is: they are both *right* and they are both *wrong*.#This creature is a combination of monster and human and they only have the skillset to deal with one of those.#Kabru goes for all the human vitals - but she isn't human.#Laios tries to approach her as a monster and is struck down by the humanity he sees in her.#She is something new that defies what they *both* understand about the world. And that makes her such a perfect antagonist.#The damsel was the dragon all along!#...She is really so cute though. Terrifying! But adorable. I am so excited to see the boom of fanart for her.

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hualianschild · 4 months

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#just watched the new ep and damn he's such a brat skdjdjd #my adorable brat <3 #he said be gay do crimes and pine for your love for 800 years !!#GAWSH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hua cheng #san lang #tian guan ci fu #heaven officials blessing #tgcf s2 #mxtx #hualian

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togaki-kun · 7 months

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Gojo “No one is allowed to take youth from young people” Satoru and Nanami “Being a child is not a sin” Kento can actually be so personal.

#nanago #i genuinely forgot gojo had that line but hot damn does it make me consider just how similar he and nanami are in that aspect #like. they both had life ripped away from them young.#gojo with himself and riko and then nanami with haibara.#they were each only 16/17 and the realities of sorcery caught up to them faster than it should have.#so yeah they’re pretty intense about their beliefs. they fucking had it stolen from them #which is why they’re adamant on others not experiencing the same thing they went through.#i adore them both So so much.#and i wish they could have fulfilled their dreams #jjk spoilers #tagging this with that last thing just in case anybody comes across these tags and shouldn’t have

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ineffableaddiction · 19 days

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Benches

In most of the bench scenes, these two are on the far apart, sitting at the edges of the bench.

That’s why I adore this scene:

Crowley is almost to the edge, but Aziraphale’s invading Crowley’s personal space for once. Sooooo sweet ❤️

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #i love these two sitting on benches #actually i just love these two #my almost 30 year relationship with A + C continues #omg why is aziraphale so damn adorable #why do i care so much about fictional characters

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13ag21k · 7 months

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Arthur *is giving an emotional and important speech*

Merlin & Lancelot *since everyone is distracted let's make heart eyes at each other*

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64sue · 5 months

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SIR??? ❤️‍🔥🥵🥵🥵

he keeps doing this trick with his tongue agghh lord it's so fuvkin hot istg 🥵🥵🥵

#formula one #formula 1 #mclaren #papaya #lando norris #ln4 #LAN #lando #obsessed much?#he can choke me #LIKE PLS DADDY LORD GOD VHOKE ME FUVK ME MANNNNNNN 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐#IM NOT OKEY FUCKKKKKK #DADDY LOOKS SO GOD DAMN GOOD TODAY LIKE FUCKIN ADORABLE GOD DAMN FUCK #I FAINTED 9374937 TIMES TODAY LORD #HOW HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL HOW??!!! IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL MAN STOP IM GOING TO DIE #WHAT IF I WANT HIS KIDS(IN MY MOUTH(#SIR? SIR LANDO NORRIS?! SIR??!!!

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calethescammer · 7 months

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Tcf brain rot time :)

Ok so Cale as Krs never had any parental figures, and neither did Og Cale. So what if, some random day, Cale and his family go for an outing, just a small walk around the shops.

And somewhere in between, Cale stops in his tracks. His gaze lingers on the mother-son duo walking alongside a sweet shop, smiling and giggling all the while. His family watches Cale's blank gaze, with a hint of longing and sadness in it.

Cale continues walking like nothing happened. Ron thinks of the young child who had faced grief at an age of laughter and happiness, and Choi Han thought of Rok Soo's past, with just his abusive uncle as his guardian.

Raon, On and Hong shifted closer to the redhead, trying to comfort him even if they didn't know what was wrong.

And now just imagine the angst. Like maybe Alberu or Eruhaben notice it too, how he sometimes smiles sadly seeing kids run around with their parents, or how his gaze turns empty as he tries to numb down his emotions.

And so, to comfort the redhead as far as they can, they decide to shower him with love. While Deruth increased the number of head pats, Violan frequently had tea with Cale, asking about his interests, hobbies and giving him small unnoticeable compliments in between, which Cale very well noticed.

Ron served him sweet tea more often, Eruhaben and Rosalyn helped him talk out his concerns, majorly of ongoing wars and safety reasons, and Choi Han was the best suited to talk about his previous life, which Cale was very reluctant to share.

Alberu, being the Alberu he was, did what he felt would be best for Cale:

Cale and Alberu stared at each other, the latter smiling more brightly than ever.

"Your Highness."

"Hyung."

"Yes, hyung-nim. Can you tell me what this is?"

Cale pointed towards the table.

Alberu smiled more brightly and Cale almost heard him giggle softly, before covering it up with a cough.

"This, my dear dongsaeng, is a golden plaque."

Cale stared at him with the most deadpan expression.

"What do you want me to do now?"

Alberu just sat speechless, his face crumbling and smiling all together.

Eventually, he managed to convince Cale, telling him that a King needed to be benevolent, and that Cale had done more than enough to be rewarded a golden plaque. Not that Cale believed any of that bullshit, but well, free money should not be refused.

Aside from that, the kids brought him various flowers and Rosalyn helped in decorating Cale's hair with them.

'Why is everyone acting so weird?'

Cale thought, trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest and his slight smile at the flower crown the kids had made.

#this guy is so damn clueless like go see in the mirror how wide you are smiling #fluff just so much fluff #violan tries to be such a good mother honestly #sobs #this family is adorable i just can't #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #tcf novel #kim rok soo #tcf prompt #tcf fluff #tcf angst

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revasserium · 1 year

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reqs are open :)

the butterfly effect

tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck

he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.

“well, it’s just a high school club.”

is it?

“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”

are you?

after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.

“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.

“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.

“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”

his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.

“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.

he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.

“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”

you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.

“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”

tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.

“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”

your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —

“tsukki! look! look! snow!”

he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.

“yeah. i see it.”

but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.

“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.

“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”

you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.

“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.

he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.

“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”

his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.

“well you are.”

“what, by saying i was normal?”

“yes, and that this was just a club.”

he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.

“well. it is, and… i am.”

you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —

“liar,” you say.

“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”

he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —

you take half a step back.

he allows himself a smile.

because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.

“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.

“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.

“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.

because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.

and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.

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he-is-everything-11 · 2 years

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No one Loved Viserys more than his Brother Daemon. Had Viserys chose to trust on his own blood and shown the faith he showered on Otto Hightower on his Own Brother there would have never been a war.

Daemon would never have betrayed him or Rhaenyra. Daemon deserved being the HAND.

Time may have created a distance, but Viserys and Daemon will always be brothers. One of the most beautiful scenes of the season! It made me cry. I will miss them so so Much!😭

#my poor heart #he loved and adored his brother so damn much #i want more of them #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #hotd #rhaenrya targaryen #viserys targaryen

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enden-k · 8 days

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i think out of everything, i will always prefer the aeons over the archons when it comes to gods and the greater ones.

the archons are more human-like in appearance and them mingling w humans or having like, goofy moments makes them more human. im not rlly complaining here btw, just stating facts. they have a clear gender identity and form they go with, a voice, they walk among humans, are just so close etc

meanwhile the aeons are just a mystery. they clearly are no human (so arent the archons but bc of their appeareance etc they just seem more human) but cosmic beings, coming in different shapes, going by a neutral "they" (i still see people refer to nanook as "him" bc of their appearance they chose), seeming more unreachable, they do not speak. the sounds they make are creepy and eerie as hell and jsut give you this feeling of smth otherworldly (IX and HooH are so scary to me but aha always cracks me up askjcb)

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their appearance represent their path/their concept which is honestly the coolest thing ever and i could stare at them for hours studying all the details, making all the connections to their path

sickest designs fr, actual deities that feel like deities. would still smash nanook

#babbles over my morning coffee #this is not a “10 reasons why hsr is better than gnshn” post and i adore nahida and venti to bits #hsr is just so damn good bc it just feels less childish??? idk how to explain but like. its darker so so much darker and i LOVE IT #so much more to comprehend and dive into so much more horrors #babbles #tbd

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lemorgochan · 8 months

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rereading pandora hearts music inspo [ID: Vincent gently hugs Gilbert, one hand on his back and the other on Gil's head. Gil is embarrassed and a bit sad, Vincent has a warm smile. Everything is in warm yellow and dark blue tones, there are few warm yellow stars. End ID]

#pandora hearts #vincent nightray #gilbert nightray #them. the #vincent loves gil so much it melts me #and gil gives me neuron activation i want to fucking eat him alive #no wonder vincent loves his adorable brother so much #but just this feeling is like ... damn .... he can feel such strong things wow #wish i was capable of that amount of love or could recieve it #i probably still kin alice so this monologue is very funny #tsundere comes out of mind jail and is mesmerized by emotions #i have friends tho im not lonely just depressed

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Saw the anon that made the "Dottore had yet to confess before the coma" ask, and I was hit with a brainwave: sometimes, when Dottore especially misses you, he'll lay down on that grand bed, careful of all the tubes and wires, and he'll place a hand over your heart just so he knows you're still there. It's irrational, this fear he has for your... departure. He won't refer to it as death. He refuses, he's conquered death itself, so that means he can do it again. And yet... he still has to curl up beside your body, checking your heartbeat despite the beeping machines and feeling your warm skin beneath his fingertips. It's just a short break. After all, you'd always get upset when he overworked himself. Yes, he tells himself, he's doing this for your sake, not his own.

He doesn't quite believe that.

JUST- HOLY FVK 😭 I'VE BEEN REREADING THIS FOR A WHILE AND FINALLY GOT THE TIME TO RESPOND BUT THIS HURT SO BAD. I don't even know what to say. I'm like. Exploding 💥 . Sigh... just the idea of him working and then getting frustrated, and once again realizing you aren't here to tell him off about overworking... which leads to him thinking about you, and before he knows it, his body is moving towards your room hidden in the depths of the lab. No segment dares to question him when he takes that path, nor do any regular agents bother him. Though the latter does not know where he goes, they know interrupting the Doctor is not a good idea.

The heart is one of the most important things in the human body. It keeps you alive. And a sign of that life is the thump-thump, although your one seems to be slower than normal. But he'll take it... he'll take any sign you give him. Dottore takes his gloves off to feel the soft skin above your heart against his own calloused hands. The rhythmic beats bring some kind of solace to him, as he unconsciously counts how many times he hears it beat in a minute to measure any changes. Though, more recently, he comes to admit the heart isn't merely an organ. It brings you emotion. It brings you love. Love. Dottore wonders how it would feel for you to hold him back. He wonders what you'd think if you saw his scarred body and face unmasked just like how he'd seen yours. He wonders what you'd say after all this time.

Of course, these questions will one day be answered, for you will not pass. Die. Depart. Breathe your last. Whatever one wants to call it. You will not leave this world, he declares it so. It's not a matter of if, simply of when, Dottore tells himself. Though... that doesn't stop the Doctor from checking your room every single day. It doesn't stop him from brushing your hair and tracing the scars on your body. He asks you to wake up but of course, there is no response. He talks to you as if you are awake, but you aren't. He wonders if you could hear him though, wherever your mind may be. He holds you, hoping that your hand will rest over his magically, but he knows not to hope. For the Gods in all of their glory were useless, the only thing he relied on was you and his science. If only his Akademiya self could see him now.

Regardless of everything he always thinks of, he likes how warm your body is. Which is odd, considering your current state, but Dottore doesn't think much of it. A short break runs onto hours of him doing absolutely nothing besides listen to your heart, and take in all of your features he has memorized by now. Eternal sleep, and yet you are still as attractive as you were back then. But this is alright, he justifies it. It'll make up for all the times you yelled and physically dragged him away from his work. See? He's doing this for you. And he's not faking taking breaks like he used to! So please, just wake up so you can see him with your own two eyes.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #u dont understand how much i adore this #literally just paused and contemplated for a bit #SO SO GOOD #i am literally falling asleep rn bc i am so tired but damn. this hit so good.

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rubyroses222 · 1 month

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tchouameninga in a nutshell

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#tchoua is so calculating #and camas just like santiago bernabue old af lemme say 1600 #like wtf bro #he’s so adorable we have to protect him at all costs #my favourite french duo #i love them so damn much #aurelien tchouameni #eduardo camavinga #tchouameninga #real madrid

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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months

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"Mister", she said. Dad, she meant.

The constellation who doesn't yet have a name. Shin Yuseung was well aware of who it was referring to. 'Mister.' It was only a gaze but in fact, many people died because there wasn’t a 'gaze' at an important moment. In that sense, Shin Yuseung was lucky.

[The constellation who doesn't yet have a name is nodding.]

Shin Yuseung received the attention of only one person in the world and stepped forward.

for @chocolatemalt (took the excerpt from the comments don't worry im not spoiling myself on the novel!)