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funnybunnyfuzie · 2 years
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mf that never stops talking + mf that values intelligence and loves to listen 💕💕💕💕they r so god damn cute it was worth this drawing taking 4 days… :3 i really hope u guys like it because i am VERY proud with my progress in stylizing them 💝
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rere9500-18 · 9 months
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We need more of this duo 🫶🏾 (1
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nouveauxamoris · 5 months
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recently i’ve found a lot of joy in doodling on magma boards by myself instead of doodling on ibis paint :3 so here’s some nakajōjia doodles i did at like 3 am last night (ignore how i spelled the ship name wrong on the yuri please meme. it was, again, 3 am)
⬇️ close-ups under the cut
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hangryhana · 10 months
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The boys <33333
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vicwritesfic · 6 months
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the Percy Jackson show is my roman empire.
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doctorbrown · 7 months
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I GOT THIS AMAZING PRINT AT THE CON HNNNNN MY BOYSー
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bladewarde · 8 months
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The admission is a rare moment of vulnerability for Laera, one she uncharacteristically, and quite easily, reveals to Arlis. She's in good company; confident that whatever words she exchanges with her, and in turn are shared with her, are wholly safe. The irony of that isn't completely lost on her. A memory of what occurred earlier in the day where a goblin arrow struck her in the face teases her fraying nerves that she calms with a steady, silent breath.
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Arlis' words resonate with her. The Gate was familiar, relatively unchanging, and being insulated by the Guild was a nice perk to have. But the wilds, rife with its constant danger and a seemingly unending list of people that need saving, has Laera wishing she could go back to when everything wasn't so complicated.
❝ If either of us are smart, I know I won't be complacent with what I 'ave this time around, ❞ Laera mutters, gladly accepting her corner of blanket as she slides closer to Arlis. ❝ I just want to 'ave some sort of control over what's 'appening. Feels like we don't when we're one bad turn away from sprouting tentacles… Or being poisoned by goblin arrows. ❞
@darkgifted / cont.
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markedprey · 1 month
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             @bloodybcrbie asked: " hold still. let me take care of you."                           inbox prompts : always accepting.
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             It was instinct, that knee jerk reaction when it came to being hurt. That desire to recoil, to flinch away from any touch- always assuming the worst. To think he had been this way for so many years, tending to his own wounds, he’d forgotten what it was like to be loved at all. Then here she came, seemingly out of the blue one day, so unsuspecting, up until the body she tried to hide gave her away. Now to think this sick twisted game they played was something they didn’t have to do alone. Whoever she wanted, wherever she wanted, he would see to it that her little playthings were rightfully disposed of. When the men would get too out of hand at the bar, it was always he who would step in. When a victim would try to run, rest assured he was there to keep them in their place. 
             Yet all it took was a single slip up, a makeshift weapon or a swinging fist, and it would be enough for him to take it into his own hands. Usually it was the men, too drunk to have logic or reason, nor take no for an answer when she wouldn’t put up with their advances. Fights that he’d spill into the street, a back alley, riled up by flying fists and his hands around someone's throat. Every once in a while they’d get a hit in, a particularly rough right hook coming in contact with his face, a loud crack resonating through the empty back alleys as he’d take it upon himself to brandish a knife and finish the pathetic drunk off. The body would be disposed of later, but all that mattered was getting her home safe that night.
             It’s how he ended up at her place, the corpse tucked away in the back of his truck for now. His shirt lingered with specks of blood, that which fell from his nose, past his lips, having dripped down his chin, a bloody nose and a split lip from where contact was made. Thankfully, it was the worst of it, and truth be told he’d forgotten about it for the most part. Alcohol and adrenaline still buzzed in his veins, and it wasn’t until she tried to help did he flinch as a well manicured nail reached up to touch the tender spot on his bottom lip. 
             “Damn-”
             He hadn’t realized just how bad it hurt, not until she was keen on helping him out. Attempting to see the damage done, when he’d been so accustomed to dealing with it on his own. Truthfully it was the last thing on his mind, her being the first priority. Taken off guard by her tenderness, his brow knit tightly with the internal struggle of trying to push away a loving hand, knowing there was no maliciousness, that she was genuine about the concern she held for him. Why, he would simply exhale, slowly through his nose as she’d try and examine him like a child that fell and bumped their head. He’d never had a lover so keen on helping, her full lips set to a focused purse as she turned to grab cloth from the sink to help. How he could imagine her as a housewife, that tender love and care, with the way she’d try and clean away the blood. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling the wound tear at the gesture, but hardly cared as she’d press the cloth harder to his bleeding skin, half muffling him as he tried to talk out the other side of his mouth.
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             “What would I do without you sweetheart…” Hands moved to her waist, playing sliding around to her lower back to pull her in close, half tempted to kiss her with a copper mouth, teeth stained with his own blood as he chuckled. “ Y’know, one of these days I’ll get you a ring, mark my words…”
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mantlehold · 7 months
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this trio is so babygirl energy it's crazy.
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lunarsapphism · 6 months
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california rolls <3
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mayahawkeswife · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday on a thursday because willel my loves 🤧 (slight spoilers for the next chapter of my fic ig, but it’s a long fucking chapter so it’s okay) (also this is proof i AM still working on it i’ve just been hella busy aaaa !!!)
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koqabear · 11 months
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this mma fic has me fucked up cause why do I have a fixation on fighting now
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movedto-lichthey · 1 year
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my friend just got me the limited iro///nmouse shaker and now i'm crying in the club.
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During the time mario is held captive, reset four is somewhat more relaxed w/ the stuff mario can do. Hes trying to do what he was made to do but its so easy to just. Goof off
yesss!!! he's just...chillin with Mario. idly watching him, with little to no restriction on what the Avatar can do.
lil bits of himself coming through!!!!! WOOO
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red9 · 1 year
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hey do you have any gum
@viralimmune
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              Like salt in an open wound, or an itch he couldn’t quite scratch- nothing was worse than craving a smoke he couldn’t have. The one thing that kept him sane, helped take the edge off after a long day of simply trying to stay alive. And here she was, mocking him, after time and time again he asked, rummaged, did what he could to try and get his hands on something to hold him over. Her own sick little game, just to see the twitch in his brow, the roll of his eyes, the tug of his lips in that inevitable frown as he’d cross his arms and fix his gaze out the window. It was his turn to keep watch, after all, and surely this was her way of testing his patience, seeing if his act of witty remarks and devilish grins had its breaking point. But no- surely to her dismay, that even at the worst of times, he could still manage to force that ever charming smile as he’d glance her way.
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              “You’re asking the wrong man señorita, I’m sure if you see Leon, he would be more than happy to assist you with that.”
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doctorbrown · 9 months
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One of these days I am going to talk about why Doc and Marty's friendship is so important to me and use it as an explanation / example for how powerful platonic love and the found family dynamic is
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