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#Here it is yeet
ladyfarona · 2 years
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"Will you have a drink with me?"
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(click for better quality bc tumblr butchered it 😭)
Gosh, after starting this in 2020 I've finally finished it. Orz
Happy birthday Diavolo!
Bonus: close up of his expression 🖤
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So, would you partake in his offer? 😏
[I'd prefer it if you didn't repost this to other websites but if you must please don't remove my watermark. Also, you can use it as a profile pic if you'd like! 😁]
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danandfuckingjonlmao · 2 months
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dan, susan and carl are not real. they are featureless limbless cartoon balls in a video game. it’s really really okay. i promise.
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alien-bluez · 3 months
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dndads request from instagram!
just a whole lot of sillies, enjoy!
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pyjamacryptid · 10 months
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I’m not sure how I got here but I’ve been thinking about the intimacy and devotion of washing another’s hair, the hair of someone you care for (how unconditional a gesture it is) and I then thought of Merlin doing it for Arthur.
It’s not in the job description (a lot of what Merlin does for Arthur is not in the job description) and it’s unlikely something that started his first day as Arthur’s servant. Nor the second or the 20th or by the 6th month. Arthur may be a prince, a prattish one at that, but when it comes to his baths he only expects of Merlin what he expects of any manservant - call for the tub, draw the water, lay out a towel, place fresh clothes close by and so on. But, naturally, he’s also a prince that commands the knights and with training comes injuries. Perhaps an arm was dislocated and he’s on strict orders from Gaius not to utilise it, and definitely not to reach above his head. Later that same day Arthur sits in the bath and realises too late he can’t tend to his own hair. But he doesn’t call Merlin over from where he’s making the bed. He tries to do it himself. He’s still got one working arm, after all.
Arthur only knows how to command things be done. He doesn’t know how to ask for things. He doesn’t yet know that asking isn’t weakness.
But he can’t hide his struggling from Merlin, who’s more mother hen than manservant.
“Here, let me,” he says, suddenly behind Arthur, “before you lose all the bathwater and your arm, both.”
“I don’t need your help, Merlin.”
“Of course not, sire. Now, pass me the hair oil.”
“Excuse me, who is it that gives the orders here?”
“You, sire. The hair oil.”
“…”
“Thank you. Right, hold still. I said hold still—“
After, Arthur will wonder why he ever thought Merlin would be anything but gentle. After, Arthur will wonder when his eyes closed and why they feel a little wet, especially as Merlin took great care to catch anything before it fell in Arthur’s face.
Over time, a stool begins to sit beside the bath, whenever it’s drawn. Over time, Arthur will notice Merlin’s fingers never grow any less gentle (even when he knows his manservant is angry with him). Over time, Arthur will want to ask why Merlin added washing his hair to his list of jobs indefinitely, long after his arm healed, but is afraid he’ll only prompt Merlin to stop because it’s not a job at all. Over time, Arthur will wonder what oils Merlin uses on his own hair, if he has access to hair oil at all, and how his cropped hair might feel to touch.
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inkclover · 1 year
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can’t deny them green fingers🪴
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Also bickering family drama lets go—
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talesoflore · 3 months
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When they're not friends or lovers but a secret worse third thing (defying boundaries and blurring the lines between all other conventional relationships)
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stealingyourbones · 1 year
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Submitted Prompts #90
Another day, another rogue attack. Someone decided it would be a swell idea to hijack some high school reunion- why the alumni were meeting somewhere other than their home town, nobody knew. Or at the very least, the ones who did know aren't saying anything.
It was meant to be a hostage situation. The rogue was already in the middle of making their demands on Live TV, with the local hero(es) racing to track down their location.
Things went off the rails quickly when a young man's voice shouted, "FENTINA, GO LONG!" and another young man, whooping, flew fist-first into the rogue's face, knocking them both off-screen.
(After the fact, the alumni are lectured about proper safety measures, only for the man who'd slugged the rogue to scoff. "Compared to what we saw at Casper? That was easy mode.")
(Shockingly, the other alumni all nod and agree, all of them incredibly nonchalant for ex-hostages.)
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kenchann · 7 months
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nyota (゜ω゜)
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c-sui · 1 month
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fearmeeeee · 28 days
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catatombi · 2 months
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im just playing dress up w/ them at this point lol
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@yeet-noir 's conversations with AI Adrien have been living in the back of my mind for days. So I drew them
Bonus (my favorite):
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rhapsoddity · 3 months
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Did this at the start of the week but RAAAAH NEW OLI SKINS
NameMC rlly providing for us while we wait for Oli to finish his SOS episode
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lemony-snickers · 1 year
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"you are the only one who's ever broken me open."
"do not scream god's name, scream mine."
"please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."
"your heart is beating so fast." "because i'm happy."
"i want to draw a map of your scars so i can always find my way back to your heart."
"i don't believe in such nonsense." "i'm not asking you to. i'm simply asking that you believe in me."
"is that good? that's all i want, to make you feel good."
"it reminded me of you. but then, sometimes i think everything reminds me of you."
"what a fragile thing, that love can so easily turn to violence."
"why are you doing this?" "because i love you."
"it didn’t feel right when I was always thinking of you."
"i would have felt like the luckiest person on the planet."
"are you gonna take that off or should i keep guessing?"
"i wanted this to be special."
"i can't believe... after all this time... i should have known it would be you."
"i want to be wildly, deliriously happy.  wildly, deliriously loved."
"i try always to be too much for you."
"the sooner i leave, the sooner i will return and we can begin again."
"i didn't die." "you were dead to me."
"i don't care if other people see us together, you do."
"and you say i'm the one who should be resting."
"i'm sorry." "for what?" "that you got stuck with me."
"what makes you happy?" "lots of things." "and what makes you unhappy?" "lots of other things and some of the same ones."
"i wish i could give you the world." "the world is not enough. but you are."
"i have never needed anything so much as i need you. and i hate you for it."
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solacium · 2 months
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presence // aventurine
he'll never outrightly ask you what it is, not at the outset.
he might find you curled on the couch, quiet, trying to breathe out the something in your chest that writhes and constricts, or in tears, but he won't ask, only sit quietly with you, lean against you, the weight of him enough to reassure you of his presence. maybe you reach for him, curl into the hollow of his body, and he'll let you, hold you until the tears stop, or you can feel your hands again, or you fall asleep, to the steady rhythm of his heart.
you'll wake, or look at him, and he'll speak, then, maybe look back at you with those iridescent eyes that you love, as he asks, softly, if you're feeling better, if you want to talk about it.
he'll keep you company, either way, listening. there is a steadiness in the weight of his arms around you, in the even beat of his heart against your back. you'll have to move, eventually, one of your legs falling asleep under you, and you'll both laugh, and shift. he gently disentangles himself from you, to get you something to drink. you settle back down, curled around each other, talk quietly until the sunlight changes.
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shamblespirate · 2 months
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