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wet-paiint · 4 months

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PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH

#c’text #tumblr live #i am jumping for joy

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thatmooncake · 1 year

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Hiya Fable, just wanted to say I've been keeping your drawing of Moon doing a sniffle open on my browser and he's been cheering me up a lot in the last few days. Love how you draw that little guy ;v; <3 Thank you for sharing that picture and all of the moon hanging out in a cage drawings you do, they always make me so happy to see :3

Awwww thank you so much for saying so! That is the nicest thing ever 🥹💖 that makes me so happy to hear!

#fableasks #waaaah thank you so much #I am jumping for joy #I am so happy to hear you like them #!!! 💖💗💕

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spelldealer · 1 year

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POLLS???? we have polls now??

#i am jumping for joy

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bagel--bytes · 2 years

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#yes this is about kenobi #obi wan kenobi #like…#I won’t say nothing #BUT #I am weeping #I am jumping for joy #I have chest pains #i shit my pants #for many different reasons #I just #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #and HER #I mean…#HER.#I can’t get over her

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pillowmoment · 5 months

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reading and smiling and kicking my feet and giggling like a school girl YES this is what i do when i like things

#pillow activities #Having such fun and NONE of you understand #If this.. uh.. media here was a physical object i’d be chewing on it i think #I am so happy YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND…..#I am jumping for joy #Getting close to my 5th reread now in the span of 4 days i’m so excitedd

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mundifinis · 1 year

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I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO REGISTER FOR SPRING CLASSES I DID IT

#yall i've been trying to for a whole ass MONTH #a month of calling and emailing and stressing out it was so bad #BUT I DID IT #i am jumping for joy #ashla.txt

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genevawren38 · 3 months

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I'm back because q!Fit is hurting my soul again.

He went from a mission and no one to having a son, a boyfriend who adores affectionately tormenting him, and several other islanders who would fight at his side if he needed help.

This man comes from a land where trusting someone could equal your death and the loss of all your hard-earned progress to a place they need one another to survive.

And those walls dropped quickly when it became outside evils intending to murder their children, needing to band together to even survive Quesadilla Island.

Assigned a child and learning to love him, Ramon was the first being to break the anarchist's shell. Allowing the smallest amount of light through to a long shaded heart, feeling the warmth of the tiniest pinprick of brightness that began to melt the ice formed around the organ covered in ancient wounds.

Protecting any youth even if they weren't your own, he found kinship in the eyes of a paranoid old blonde crow. He found reassurance and patience in the form of a beautiful man with nightsky hair who enchanted him slowly, waiting all the time he needed. He found whimsy following a sun-kissed brunette sprint through the server intent on building his factory who made him laugh with his antics.

Many, many more friends, far too many to even name which is something Fit never thought would happen.

He found people who cared, and asked nothing in return.

He found love. He found a family.

From a place of nothing; not even peaceful butterflies or shining fireflies among the lava casts and destroyed landscapes. The only insects were things that fed on decay and could blend into their surroundings all others far too easy a target and having died out long ago.

On this wonderful, healing new land Fit had found a harmony he never felt before. He found people who wanted to celebrate his birthday and shower him with gifts, begging him to let them protect him too.

He found a place he belonged and was missed in his absence. He found a place where his legacy wouldn't be reduced to a single line on the communicator if anything happened. People here made their chest warm with joy instead of dread, his soul so full of amazing memories in only eleven moons.

He found people who cared. And he's going to fight like fucking hell to keep them but now with the people he loves most at his side, refusing to leave him ever again.

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #hideduo #fitpac #qsmp pactw #qsmp philza #qsmp tubbo #fitmc of 2b2t #wrenwriting #fit mc of 2 b 2 t needs to stop making a character who both makes my heart shatter and jump for joy #i am watching the vod and you can both see and hear him smile #hes just a traumatized man who needs and receives a lot of hugs finally #I adore him #wrenrambles

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triaelf9 · 6 days

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hey folks who interact with creative works online! just a tiny PSA

If you don't like a character, that's totally fine! If you have a different reading of a situation in a show & have issues with stuff that's going on, that's also fine.

What is NOT fine is to ACTIVELY SEEK OUT fans of the characters you don't like and talk shit about them, the characters they have feelings about, or the content they've posted b/c you, Freddy McHatesalot really needs to tell everyone how much you dislike a...fictional character.

You are totally welcome to consume content in your own space in whatever way you see fit. It is disrespectful of the fandom space to try to drag other people into your space and interact with you if they don't want to. And dunking on a character in writings or art of them is fucking rude as hell to the person who put work into into the creation they made out of some feelings they were having.

Also. side note, it is possible to enjoy a character who is Wrong About Some Things or Isn't Doing The Right Stuff In The Right Situation. Sometimes it's possible to like a character and disagree with them, and shitting on people b/c you can't see what they see in a character is pretty trash garbage and is 90% of why I just make silly little art for me and my own silly feels and hope folks get a chuckle or some enjoyment out of it too.

#Behave better #and if you can't behave yourself I'm not going to play into your little hate roleplay #you can do that elsewhere while I enjoy the nuance in my media thankss #don't pull me or my work into your weird vendetta against fictional characters #I draw art for me and for anyone who is feeling like I am #to jump in and be like “this person is the shittiest & I hate them” on that creation is ummmmm #why I don't interact with fandom like I used to #b/c if people can't control themselves it spoils the whole pot #I don't like some characters and stories and ships #does anyone here who isn't a close friend of me irl even know what they are?#no b/c I don't find that worthwhile to spend my time doing #I don't fill my page with hate for fictional characters. I post what I enjoy and share it to put more joy out there in the world #sorry this is so long #I'm just fucking pissed b/c I thought we were past this bad behavior #and I'm too old too tired too busy and too stressed to have to put up with this shit. Grow up.

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adm-starblitzsteel-4305 · 2 months

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Me after watching the second trailer of GxK:

HOLD MY BEER GUYS CUZ......

SHE'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!!!!!! IT'S MOTHRA!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

#*SQUEALING INTENSIFIED 1 MILLION TIMES*#I'M FUCKING HAPPY AND CRYING THEN I'M FUCKING LAUGHING WITH TEARS OF JOY AND I'M FUCKING JUMP MY ASS OFF #MOTHRA OUR QUEEN OF THE MONSTERS IS FUCKING HERE!!!!#I GOT A BETTER VIEW OF JIA'S EYES AND I AM FUCKING LUCKY #ARE YOU HAPPY?!?!?!?!?! CUZ I AM!!!!!!#MORE MOTHRA PLEASE MORE MOTHRA!!!!!!!!!!#godzilla #godzilla x kong: the new empire #gxk #mothra #monsterverse #jia #trailer #PLEASE PRAY FOR HER PLEASE PRAY FOR HER!!!!!!!#I AM POSITIVE NOW!!!!!!!

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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Okay sorry for all these prompts/ideas but I just can't get rid of these worms and would love to hear your takes on them! How would you imagine a scenario where Raphael is wounded and decided "I'm going to teleport to my favourite person instead of going back to the Hells" (maybe he was wounded in the Hells and escaped). He manages to teleport to them/their doorstep before passing out. What would ensue? 👀👀👀

p.s. I only though of this because I was thinking of Raphael without his doublet so you see that shirt and then imagined him being all bloodied and beat up 😩 Welp... Adding that to the back burner of things to draw!

A/N: Ya’ll feeling a lil’ bloodthirsty against the boy tonight. What has he done to deserve such violence? You know. Aside from everything. I’ve opted for a touch of silliness.

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The House of Hope is compromised.

It’s Raphael’s last cognizant thought for some time. The assassin closes the distance between them with hellish speed, a blur of wings and bladed limbs. He’s vaguely aware of the pain, but it’s the burning he feels first. It’s like acid in his veins. Poison, he thinks, and that airy disconnect startles him; it’s poisoned me.

Raphael rips the beast off him, snapping its neck in one fluid move. Screams echo throughout the House. He hears more of those things scurrying about in the main hall and something massive, something awful, crashing towards the boudoir.

They’ve come for him. His father’s men or a rival Archdevil, it matters not. He moves towards his armoire, intending to slip into the Hell Dusk armor before they are upon him, and nearly collapses. His vision swims; the muscles in his hands and calves are still in the process of cramping. Everything wants to spasm.

The cambion grits his teeth, pride warring with rationality. If they kill him here, it will be a final death. But on the Prime…even if they fell upon him, there is hope. Raphael forces his hands through the familiar gesture and casts himself among the planes. He has no destination in mind; his mind cycles through its expansive catalog of people and places and locates one with sufficient strength. The House fades.

Convenient, because so does his consciousness.

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There’s a devil in her garden.

Well. Cambion.

Tav purses her lips, rocking back on her heels. She should probably feel panicky but can’t find it in herself. Raphael looks rough. His doublet is shredded. His red skin is tinged nearly purple, and sweat beads on his forehead. The hero of Baldur’s Gate glances back towards her cottage, down at the devil she’d once (tenuously) considered a friendly acquaintance.

If he’d thought to come to her after a decade, then things must have gone sideways back home.

She sighs, kneeling and slipping her arms under his. The devil is hot. Not in an attractive way, not even in a natural temperature way; it’s like his blood is boiling in his veins and cooking him from the inside out. She goes to move him and groans.

“Gods, couldn’t even transform to make this a little more manageable, hmm? Good to see you’ve not changed, dear.”

Getting him inside is an arduous process. Tav has to stop more than once. He’s heavier than he looks, and touching him burns her.

She finally, finally manages to drag him to the couch. Tav presses the back of her hand to his cheek. She’s no expert in Infernal medicine, but he doesn’t feel or look great. Chewing her lip, she weighs her options. Leave him and hope he awakens…

…or take matters into her own hands.

She’s always been more of a take-charge sort. Tav fetches a knife from the kitchen. He isn’t going to be happy with her, but he’ll also be alive, so it’s a tradeoff he’ll have to accept. She finishes cutting the doublet free. Seeing him without it is strange. Tav sits back on her heels. He looks smaller, so much more vulnerable without that mark of rank. The shirt beneath is rather plain by comparison. Frilled, yes, but nothing out of the ordinary. Tav cuts it away; the blood has ruined it. They’ll find something else for him to wear.

The wound stretches across his side. It oozes in some places; the skin along the edges is blackened, already starting to rot. She wonders if his mortal blood worsened or lessened the effect of the poison.

Tav fetches half a dozen potions from the pantry alongside a roll of bandages. She’ll have to work quickly and pray.

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Raphael regains consciousness halfway through the procedure. The cambion is aware of a pinching sensation in his side; there’s a small hand on his ribs, trying to keep him from moving away. His host pinches him. They’re saying something.

“Transform.”

Gods above and below, he recognizes that voice. The devil groans, chancing to open his eyes. Tav is staring at him, crouched between his spread leads, needle in hand.

“Not you.”

She snickers. “Me, darling. Don’t complain. You manifested in my garden.”

“Anything ruined?”

“An entire bed of night lilies.”

He huffs. “I’m glad to hear it. I should visit far more destruction upon this wretched…” the room does a dizzying turn and his nausea intensifies.

“You can visit your destruction later. Right now, I need you to transform. Your skin is a bit…” she shrugs. “More difficult to manage as a devil. You need sutures.” He snaps his fingers. The shift is not as immediate as he’d like, and he has to screw his eyes shut against the latent exhaustion. Tav’s hand shifts, moving up to cup the back of his neck. “Easy, love. You’re alright. Could you stomach a healing drought?”

He nods. Tav presses the potion into his hand and returns to her work, leaning over him. There’s a part of him, separate from the pain and sickness, which catalogs the healthier warmth of her skin and the press of her against his thigh. Her scent is precisely as he remembered. Her hair…

Raphael frowns, reaching out to tweak one shorn strand. “You cut your hair.”

She smiles, stitching him back together with practiced ease. “Do you like it?”

“Not in the least.”

Tav laughs. It’s a far cry from the last time they were together. When the wretched thing had the gall to deny him; when she’d cut ties entirely and ended their mutually beneficial relationship. She’s so close. He could snuff out her miserable life and finally make good on…

“There.” She pats his stomach, pressing back on her heels. She doesn’t move away, he notes; her elbows remain on either of his thighs. She is such a little thing, his pretty mouse, even with her horrible new hair and a smattering of fresh wrinkles. She tips her head to the side. “You’ll have to rest a while. But you’ll live.”

“The House is compromised.”

Tav finally stands. She smooths his hair back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Stay here then. We’ll make it work.”

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #asks #my fic #have some sweetness to make up for my earlier crimes #but honestly i think it would depend on the tav #if he fled to joi she'd immediately jump to committing warcrimes #because how dare anyone hurt her people #other tavs might be like who the heck is this guy why am i his emergency contact

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unluckyprime · 1 year

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