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fritzes · 2 months

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De Sinnaur // "Demons" by Imagine Dragons

(this is all @advantage-sinner's fault)

#I can't believe I made this #it started as a pun and now we're here #tennis #video edit #tennis edit #alex de minaur #jannik sinner #de sinnaur

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Now that we, humble anons, have your approval, i would like to request romantic headcanons for Home. I'm not even attracted to it i just think that'd be hilarious to read, and... Good writing practice i guess? 😂

Surprise me!

Lol! You'd be surprised by how useful it is (at least for me) to try writing the most absurd things and taking it seriously. (Would that count as crack taken seriously? Lol)

Anyways, Here you go! These will probably be one-sided romantic on Home's end.

Romantic Home Headcanons:

TW:... Idk, Home's a literal living house? If you don't want a house crushing on you don't read- but seriously I don't believe there are any triggering topics in this. Lol

🏠 So, like... I have two questions for you. A. How did you get a living house to have a crush on you? B. ... HOW DID YOU GET A LIVING HOUSE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU?

🏠 Like, in this case (because it is not a yandere or anything), it is okay. The most awkward parts are just that, again, it is a living house. It also isn't even YOUR house. It's your neighbor's house. So... visiting Wally is a bit awkward everytime. Especially since he seems to be trying to get you and Home together... Look, he just wants his house to be happy, alright?

🏠 Home doesn't know that you know it has a crush on you. To everyone, however, it is very obvious. Home is usually a very "shy" house, as in, it doesn't interact with people often besides the creaks and groans it emits from the wood. It usually only interacts with Wally, and only when it is just the two of them. Home DOES interact with you, know. Quite a lot, too. This amount of interaction, alongside the small amount of expression Home can make from the outside with its eyes, has clued basically everyone in on its feelings for you.

🏠 So, how does Home interact with someone? From one of my VERY old Headcanons, I mentioned that Home can move the furniture that came with it when Wally moved in. This includes things like the curtains, the couch, the blanket draped across the couch (which Wally liked enough to begin using as his bedsheet. It is very soft, surprisingly!), and even a few of the chairs. So, Home uses whatever it can move around to interact with you!

🏠 You tend to do some chores around Home whenever you visit. Wally takes good care of the house, but even he can't help missing a few spots when cleaning. It's almost like he goes into chaos mode when he paints. He'd be painting in the little studio he has, then by some miracle, there is paint splattered all over the kitchen. So, you try to help out while you can. Home is a living being, after all. Feeling dirty and not being able to wash off must suck.

🏠 It was after a few of these times that you began noticing Home being more affectionate. One day, while washing the wall by the windows, you were suddenly wrapped up in the curtains, almost like a blanket. You were let go as soon as they wrapped around you, but it did make you a bit confused. Was that a good or a bad thing? When you told Wally what happened, he simply cooed "AWWW! Home likes you! Yay!"

🏠 If you had to make a guess, all of the cleaning, decorating for holidays, and overall time spent in and around Home made it like you. You come over more often than the other neighbors, just to help Wally care for it. You even came up with the idea of celebrating the day Wally moved into Home, almost like a birthday! Home doesn't really have a birthday, but everyone else does, so why can't the neighborhood come up with a holiday just for Home? Home must've found it sweet and kind of you!

🏠 Now, everytime you visit, you are usually hugged (wrapped up in curtains or blankets), snuggled (wrapped up in ANYTHING Home can wrap you in, all at once. You usually look like you are in a cocoon), helped out with chores (random doors in Home will open, helping you find things, such as carpet cleaner, sanitizer, brooms, and mops), and thanked for your work (the random creaks and groans that Home tends to emit. They freak you out)! It isn't much, but it is all Home can do. For now.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader #home x reader #i can't believe i made this #but it was so much fun #lol

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yourantag · 1 year

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Apricity (Ithaqua×Reader)

AN: My first post on this site and of course it's for friends. Regardless, I hope whoever reads this, enjoys it! This is also my first time using Tumblr and posting so if it looks bad, I'm sorry. Word count: 1.7k words Summary: Ithaqua loves you. He loves you more than he can ever express, so he sets you free. That's what you need, right?

If he had to describe you, it'd be with only a single word. Ithaqua didn't think anything else could quite explain the deep seeded feelings that blossomed in his heart. The warmth that filled him to the brim, the natural softening of his gaze, or the way he'd snap to attention at the sound of your voice, all of it, everything, those reactions, it all culminated into one word.

"Apricity."

When you smiled, when you laughed, when you listened, and when you talked, it all soothed his soul. It was the feeling of sunlight touching frigid skin in winter, that warmth like salvation upon him.

You were the Sun and he was the Earth. The Earth that could never survive without the warmth of the Sun, that bathed in its light every day and circled it for eternity. You two shared a bond stronger than that rooted in words, which dragged you together like gravity, that set him alight in shades of blues and greens.

However.

He knew he didn't deserve to feel like this.

He knew he didn't deserve you.

Your kindness and understanding even when he yelled, when he reacted in ways that made him hate himself, made Ithaqua wish he'd never met you at all. You're just too compassionate, too willing to embrace his flaws, to love him when he isn't worthy of even just looking at you.

That feeling curled in his gut, whispered in his head, sunk its teeth into his heart, and devoured him alive with guilt. For really, what else could he do? Live without you? Death would be kinder.

Even with that guilt lingering in the back of his head like the bitter taste of gal upon one's tongue, he stayed by you. Nothing could make Ithaqua willingly separate from you for longer than a few hours. Well, other than your boundaries.

As he thought this, basking in the rays of the sun all the while, you stood by his side. You smiled at him as you ran in the snow, kicking up the fluttering white frost and laughing all the while. You twirled and hummed, dragging your hand along the porch, scooping snow into your hands and packing it together into a ball.

When you turned to him, he thought you'd launch the snowball at him. Instead, you rushed towards him and presented it to him, eyes sparkling the whole time. It resulted in him staring at you in confusion, though Ithaqua hesitantly took the snowball from your palms.

Once Ithaqua accepted the snowball, you ran back to snatch more snow, turning it into a smaller ball. Then, once more, you offered the snowball to him, which Ithaqua once again accepted with confusion. This repeated a few more times before you were seemingly satisfied, smiling as you made him hold out his hands with the snowballs.

You stuck your tongue out as you focused on the snowballs, grumbling below your breath. Ithaqua watched, smiling softly as you continued to do this. The way your brows were drawn together in concentration was adorable, leaving him content to let you do as you pleased regardless of how odd it was.

After a few minutes of rearranging, you pulled away with a grin. Clapping your hands together in glee, you look up at him. Ithaqua feels the familiar sensation of his heart squeezing, though he ignores it in order to give you his full attention.

"Look! I made us as snowmen! Er- snowpeople??? Snowpeople!" You say it with a child-like joy, taking one of the snowmen- snowpeople from his hands. Belatedly, Ithaqua realizes this one vaguely looks like him.

You cradle the imitation of him like it's the most precious thing to exist. In turn, he holds the imitation of you as if he'd protect it with his life. You laugh as he does, making him laugh in return. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, the sun giving you a halo that makes you glow. You're lit up in shades of gold, making you look like everything he'd ever desire and more.

You look good like this, Ithaqua thinks. You look good when you're happy.

Perhaps that was what made him do it, what made him kill himself. That part of him that loved you so much it could be called nothing less but obsession, slayed and buried by his own hand. He shoved it into a corner of his heart that would never be reached again, locked behind walls he started to build around himself once more.

Ithaqua stopped talking to you, he started to avoid you. He stayed in his room as much as possible, or hid in the darkest parts of the woods surrounding the manor. Even when you had matches with him, he'd show neither hide nor hair of himself before you.

It was as though he'd all but disappeared from your life, giving you whiplash. Did you do something wrong? Did you push his boundaries? Did you accidentally offend him?

Even as you had this emotional crisis, Ithaqua stubbornly refused to face you. Even as his heart broke seeing you cry, asking the other hunters if they knew why he was acting this way, he hid away. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say he ran away.

It was better this way for the both of you, he thought. You could shine your light upon those who deserved it instead of someone like him. He doesn't regret anything. It doesn't hurt.

Even to him, his words all sounded like empty lies.

Still, he'd hold true to this plan. Even as his temper grew worse, making him snap at fellow hunters or unfortunate survivors, he continued. Ithaqua refused to meet you in any way, shape or form. He knew if he did, he'd never be able to let you go again.

Oh, but he should have known. Just as he is stubborn, you are too. Perhaps more than him, even. It was natural for someone who was willing to try and help him, who was kind enough to do so.

When Ithaqua found himself in a random match on Leo's Memory with no recollection of going there, he simply thought it was a punishment from the baron. He'd been losing quite a few matches and hurting many survivors severely, after all. Any matches with you in it, he'd simply not participate in, running away whenever he got tinnitus. In any other match, however, he hunted like never before. So, perhaps this was retribution. Perhaps, it was his turn to be hunted.

And hunted he was.

Ithaqua ran, heart pounding in his chest, though not because of fear. Even as his legs felt as though they'd give out on him, he pushed through, forcing himself to go beyond his limits. If he didn't, it'd all be over.

His blood pumped almost painfully through his veins, his stilts slipping on ice as he continued to try and gain distance. It wasn't working all too well, but he'd be damned if all his efforts went to waste.

However, it was all for naught. In a single moment, he was pushed onto the ground, body colliding with snow. Ithaqua would have struggled if not for the fear of hurting you.

You loomed above him, pinning him down as you desperately gasped for air. Tears were pooling in your eyes as he could only look away in guilt.

'This is what you do to them.' The voices whispered. 'They've only just seen you again and they're hurt. You can never protect what you love no matter how hard you try. Truly, they'd be better off without yo-'

"Stop."

Your voice cut through his thoughts as you brought your hand up to cradle his face. Tears fell like shooting stars from your eyes, dripping onto his face as though they were his own. Truthfully, he felt like crying, too.

"You always look like that when you're thinking something self-deprecating." You whisper the words like you don't want them to be heard, don't want them to exist, but he hears them anyway. His heart clenches, both in deep sorrow and in shameful love. You knew him too well.

"I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but if it's because of something I've done, I'm sorry. Please tell me what I did, I won't do it again- I'll- I'll make sure I don't over step, or hurt you, or, or-" You cut yourself off, hiccuping as you roughly wipe your eyes. Your tears continue to fall no matter how many times you rub them away, never-ending.

Ithaqua sighs quietly as he lets go of the last of his self control. With his plans laid completely to waste and your quaking form before him, he can't do anything but surrender himself to you. It was a complete and utter loss.

"It's not your fault." He says gently, tenderly wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You look at him with a certain kind of softness as he does so, allowing him to shift around so he can cradle you.

Even now, with tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes reddened, and sniffling in his arms, you were lovely to him.

"I don't deserve you. You're simply too pure- too good for someone like me. I'm not someone kind or patient, I'm cruel and temperamental. You deserve someone who isn't broken, someone whole. It shouldn't be your job to help me, you shouldn't have to deal with my outbursts. I knew you'd never abandon me yourself, so... I left on my own."

He buries himself in your shoulder, unwilling to look at your face. In hindsight, this plan was a horrible idea. It'd obviously hurt both you and him, and solve nothing at all. Yet, for whatever reason, it made perfect sense to Ithaqua, even now.

"Whether you are worthy of me or not is up to me." You force him to look you in the eye, hands holding his face firmly. "You do not get to make that decision for me. And in my eyes? You have always been worthy."

Ah.

He feels tears that he'd forced himself to push down, finally gather in his eyes and fall. You smile kindly at him as you wipe them away, as tenderly as he had for you.

Ithaqua bares his soul to you as the morning sun starts to rise, painting you both gold. The pain, the grief, the joy, the relief, everything that his heart had hid, laid before your eyes to see.

You truly were the sunlight that touched his frigid skin in winter.

You were apricity.

You were salvation.

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@ithaquakisser, @xiaosmary

(Man why is this platform so hard to use smh)

#idv #idenity v #identity 5 #idv ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #idv fanfic #identity v fanfic #i can't believe i made this

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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Exodus 20:3, The Bible NIV | Staring Through the Demons, Bexless | Transfiguration (detail, 1516–20), Raphael | Crowds scream in delight as the Beatles perform at Sydney Stadium (1964), George Lipman | Genesis 1:27, The Bible NIV | Lifetime Achievement Award, Lemon Demon | Exodus 32: 23-24, The Bible NIV

(ID under the cut!)

[ID: An assortment of pictures and quotes from various sources.

1. You shall have no other gods before Me.

2. Look at their eyes. See how big they are? It's because they're looking at God.

3. A detail from Raphael's Transfiguration, showing a crowd of people pointing and staring in awe at Jesus Christ.

4. A black and white photo of a crowd of women screaming and cheering at a concert.

5. So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

6. Whatever happened to Guillaume Le Million, who -- with his amber mane and sparkling teeth -- beguiled the tattered remains of the nation? While you suffered and suffered, did he dematerialize in a cloud of cocaine dust? Or did he simply stand in the corner and melt into the slendering *New* lines of some starlit boîte de nuit twenty years ago?

7. Hey, remember Michael Jackson? / Michael Jackson really happened / Delta, Echo, Alpha, Delta / Walking on the moon forever

8. They said to me, ‘Make us gods who will go before us. As for this fellow Moses who brought us up out of Egypt, we don’t know what has happened to him.’ So I told them, ‘Whoever has any gold jewelry, take it off.’ Then they gave me the gold, and I threw it into the fire, and out came this calf!”

9. New hands, new throat / New living tissue / You earned this new purpose / Lifetime achievement award / Don't be nervous, baby / We put a billion eyes back on you / From the grave to the stage / You're a natural, babe

10. When Mikey turned to look at the audience, he had to blink twice to make sure that he was really seeing what he was seeing. The kids' faces were totally distorted; Mikey could only make out the first few rows in the crush, but their mouths were dragging sharply down at the corners like some kind of grotesque mask, and as they grasped at Pete's hands and arms with their worshipful, greedy fingers, they gazed at him with giant, horribly stretched eyes. "What the fuck?" Frank breathed in Mikey's ear. "Their eyes are big," Mikey said, feeling like he was going to throw up. He tore his eyes away from the kids and looked across the stage to see Gerard, Bob and Brian disappearing backstage. "Their eyes are so big because they're looking at God." End ID.]

#unholyverse #wubweaving #woe be upon ye #i can't believe i made this #webweaving #web weaving #uhv

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nekobami · 8 months

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PRIME RICK'S SOOO CLUMSY, WOW! SOMEONE PLEASE STOP HIM! WE'RE ALL GOING TO D-

Also Wicked, from Aviva, remembered me of Prime Rick for a while... nobody asked... sorry. Let me make the joke:

BEWARE!!! IT'S THE LOW QUALITY MONSTER!! haha omg I'm so funny haha

Yeah, this is Prime Rick in a maid dress. I could say it's not, say it's an OC, a clone, an avatar of a game... But in the end, it'll still be Prime Rick in a maid dress just because I wanted to see him in a maid dress. Even if it doesn't make any sense, if it's impossible, and a lot of "ifs". Anyway, this exists now. It's not perfect. The colours probably ain't balanced in a good way... but... It's here.

Pre-hendering version:

Well, I just wanted to see if I could put a lot of elements in one drawing and don't give it up before finishing it. Prime Rick, Maid dress, Guard Rick's rifle, Barbie magazine aesthetic, lollipop, skeleton metal-like hand... it's just a bunch of random ideas together to form... this. I don't think this blog will have more of this oftenly, because it's supposed to be dedicated more to lore... yguys know? but at least... I learned a lot... it was very fun. There was supposed to have some blood... but I didn't wanted to put any TW on an art too early

#rick and morty #art #Prime Rick #yes this prime rick in a maid dress #i can't believe i made this #ughhh im done ill give up w the drawing stuff #just kidding #i could never #Side Siders #//not &

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grrrhoulxy · 1 year

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Today I've seen a post about Copia's "role" in bed and... I SIMPLY CANNOT SHUT UP ABOUT THIS. So here's what my guesses are:

|| slightly NSFW!! Dom/Sumb Undertones i guess?? ||

The first few times, especially the very first, he is very awkward. He tries to be Dom but he just can't because he's caught up in the various emotions (not that he's a virgin, he's just caught up in the moment with you).

Day by day, when you both start to get carried away and be more confident, we can say that you both decide what to do in those moments. Sometimes he's the Dom, sometimes he's the Sub, simply based on what you feel on doing at that time. It must be said, however, the type of Dom Copia's capable of being is a Dom "in positions", more like a Top, and not so much in his language or ways of doing 'cuz he's still the tender, awkward and sentimental man we know.

But there are times that something just snaps in him, awakening something in the almost animal instinct. Maybe it's the frustration of not feeling enough, or the stress that the role of Papa brings him, or even the fumes of alcohol during the post-ritual parties (as an italian, this man is a pure wine enjoyer) but whatever triggers that man, his insecurity is dulled, bringing out a little self-confident side of him that commitments and worries usually hold him back; even though you still recognize that clumsy man you love so much. He's just more spontaneous. He certainly doesn't reach the "seductive" levels of his brothers, but when you sense him like this you can't help but be good and satisfy him (you just can't resist~).

#i can't believe i made this #aaaaaaaaaa #it's hot here or it's just me?#just my headcanon #but i've made more about the other Papas...#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa iv x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #the band ghost headcanons #ghost fandom #grrrhoulxy post

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verarev · 11 months

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the only pounds i need are me pounding your mom

#nuclear blue #nuclear blue melissa #melissa nuclear blue #iceypie #console review #game review #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #i can't believe i made this

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therealjackdsaf · 1 year

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ugh ow oof urgh uh ow ouch ouchie here i am oof urgh combining gah ow hh fandoms again urgh ah ow i'm in so much pa-danganverse

You can tell who I liked drawing and who I didn't

FRISK NAEGI LOOKS SO TERRIBLE

at least swap looks decent

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squadron-of-damned · 8 months

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for the entire time Baldur's Gate 3 has been out, not to mention early access, I have not seen a single correctly colored tiefling, so I suppose I have to do everything by myself around here.