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#I love you~ ๐Ÿ’–
tatakaeeren ยท 6 months
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Levi Ackerman in every ้€ฒๆ’ƒใฎๅทจไบบ Episode
....Thank you Isayama for giving us this man โค๏ธ
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dragon-spaghetti ยท 22 days
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Omg they match ๐Ÿ˜ณโ›“
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strayklds ยท 8 months
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(ONE OF) MEL'S FAVORITE GENRES OF LEE KNOW: VLOGGER LINO โ†’ happy birthday @lee-minhoe ๐Ÿค
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nil-elk ยท 1 year
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Sometimes you just wanna kiss the girl. ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’€๐ŸŒน
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originalartblog ยท 1 month
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(tiny) Dazai propaganda
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originalaccountname ยท 4 months
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I officially went insane last night and I need to break my silence once more on the subject,
Dear skk fic writers who sustain me and who I love so dearly,
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The top of Chuuya's head arrives at about mouth level to Dazai. That means Chuuya's face aligns with Dazai's collarbones. On average, the arm reaches the crotch at ~wrist-level (get up and check or pull up a picture), so here we can see Dazai's crotch reaches the top of Chuuya's hipbone, while Chuuya's reaches the top of Dazai's thigh.
And because I'm thorough I brought other examples, just in case this was somehow a fluke or their height vary:
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There are slight variations (also perspective and such) but it's pretty consistant. Their height difference is 21cm, it's slightly less than a head's worth, so it all tracks.
This is a great reference for their (oh so beloved) height difference for everyone, but you know why I'm saying this. You understand why I tracked their hip/crotch height. If this concerns you, you know. You can still make it work. You just need to be slightly more creative. There are easy answers. I believe in you.
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tokyoteddywolf ยท 4 months
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AHEM!
Calling to any and all Mew/Two creators!
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Sidia would like to make something called a "Holiday Card" and requests that you Mewtwos and Mews strike a pose for the camera!
Basically I was thinking like, one of those crappy family holiday photo cards, in reblog-chain form.
The only rule is your Mew/Two sona looks as cheesy holiday-esque as possible! No limits! Ugly sweaters, ornaments, those silly reindeer horn headbands, Santa hats, elf shoes, Hanukkah sweaters, whatever screams "holidays!" to you! Everything is welcome no matter what you celebrate, it all goes on the card! Reblog with your sona and pass it on!
The blank set is below to get you started, and have fun with it! Happy Holidays and enjoy!
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felsdumpsterfire ยท 11 months
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I will never have the mental capacity to play this game but do I love them? Absolutely
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spadillelicious ยท 29 days
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Hi I just wanna say that i had your AU boys rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken for the past weeks
Aaaaah what really??? Glad you like the AU so far!! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–โœจโœจโœจ And what a coincidence... I'm rotating your AU boys in my head like a cube at the moment!!! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜ˆ
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saradika ยท 2 months
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โ€” beneath the mask
din djarin x f!reader
rated t - 1.3k
tags: medieval!au, light angst, anxiety, arranged marriage, soulmate au, reader has a mother & father
prompt: "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badlyโ€ from the writing challenge hosted by the amazing and lovely @moonlight-prose ๐Ÿ’–
when a mysterious stranger wins your hand at the tournament, you can't help but wonder about his intentions
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With each step down the aisle, your legs threaten to give out.
A clicking of your teeth as you tremble, before you're gritting your jaw, biting your anxiety back. You have a reputation to uphold, even if you're only the daughter of a lord from a lesser house.
You're still a lady.
And this marriage would ensure a home for you. Protection. More than, if this man is what he says he is.
But a part of you desperately wishes that it was someone else at the end of the aisle.
You'd searched for a long time. For the glimpses that flash in your dreams at night. Knowing that he was out there - the one you had begun to think of as yours.
Your soulmate.
Never managing to meet the same eyes that reflect back at you in the darkness, just before you wake. Not once in the hundreds, thousands of people youโ€™ve looked at, throughout your years.
And when none were found, you slowly gave up. Knowing the world was too large and you were too small, too poor, to seek them out.
Eventually agreeing to the match that your mother and father arranged.
If you could not have him, then you did not want anyone.
And now - the figure that waits for you stands tall.
Encased in gleaming armor, showing none of the nerves that wrack you. Making you wonder if you should have protested. Taken the path of the unwed, even if there was hardship in your future.
The stranger had won your favor, in the tournament. That is how the story will be told, passed on by your father.
Looking back, you remember very little from it. Knowing deep down that the winner would be the one to have your hand, whether you liked it or not. So much of it had turned to haze, as you had sat frozen there.
All but too nervous to watch, as weapons clashed, shields splintering.
Men you had known and grown up with falling beneath the sword of the mysterious man, clad in silver armor.
A Mandalorian, it was rumored.
Something from stories, you didn't know they still existed. An ancient clan of knights and warriors, honoring weapons and myths over sworn deities. Never revealing their faces to outsiders, and sometimes even to their own.
He had never killed any of them, and there was some comfort in that.
But that didn't mean he did not wound.
That he wasn't vicious, ferocious on the battlefield. Driven by an unseen force. Unrelenting, even when blood was drawn - splattering a bright crimson against his armor.
Showing just how he came to earn his station. The leader of his tribe, from the whispers you heard. Traveling far - slipping into the last few open brackets in the tournament, just as the first morning was starting.
Ripping through them all, in the days that followed.
You were given as the prize, in the end.
Even before the day ends, you would belong to him - ferried off to a new life tomorrow.
And this is what also slows your feet.
Wondering why such a man would come for you.
At the end of the aisle, you halt. The clergymany is speaking, but it's all white noise. Your own eyes wide and face solemn as you stare at your betrothed - your features reflected back at you in the tinted glass of his visor.
Acutely aware that you haven't seen his face. Not knowing what your husband was to look like.
Was he younger than you? Or older... older than your father?
Was his face kind, or was it as sharp as his movements? Was it all snarling teeth, beneath?
Were his eyes blue, or green, or just maybe... brown? Like his?
You don't know. You think not. Leaving you to wonder how you will bear it - to spend each day staring into their eyes while dreaming of anothers.
It's only when a voice raises that you're snapped from your thoughts. Realizing that the ceremony is waiting for you.
Managing, with a stammer, to repeat the words. To pledge yourself - your life and love - to this stranger.
The words repeated after, a low voice layering with metal. The shaking of your hands is still visible when they reach out to meet his, the tips of yours resting against wide, steady palms.
Covered in gloves but solid, like the rest of him.
Only the peek of tanned skin visible when he peels the glove from his hand. A small comfort coming in the warmth of his hand, as you slip the ring on his finger, settling it just above a scarred knuckle.
The careful brush of his fingers - a calming stroke against your skin, when he slips a matching one on yours.
Gentle, after everything.
Not him.
But perhaps, not a monster.
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The celebrations swirl past you. There's music you don't remember. A meal that sits heavy in your stomach, from the meager amounts you managed to swallow.
A smile plastered on - assuring your excitement to family and friends - all while you worry about the hours to come.
Will he be as gentle as he was during the ceremony?
Or will it be more like the battlefield?
These thoughts linger, as the hours pass. Until the sun dips below the horizon, until the stars blanket the sky.
And then, you're alone.
Waiting in the finest room prepared for him in the guest wing. The pretty, ivory gown stripped from you, replaced with something thin and fine and silver - hand-sewn and intended to please him.
Pacing, until you hear the heavy steps approaching - as he returns from a meeting with your father, your dowry and your life handed over.
Leaving you frozen in place, as the door opens. Where he lingers, filling the space.
A different man than before, you think.
There had not been a slope to his shoulders, the way he moves as if afraid to frighten you.
His voice is different too - soft now, coaxing.
"I wish our meeting had been under more pleasant circumstances." Your husband tells you, as the door slowly shuts behind him.
Trapping you, now. The iron latch heavy, as it locks into place.
"But I could not bear to stand by." He continues, that hard edge creeping into his voice again, "You must understand."
"I don't." You manage - your brow pinched, shifting the smallest step backwards as he moves forward.
He goes still, at your retreat.
"Do you not, ner karโ€™ta?" His head tilts, "Do you not know why I have come?"
The shake of your head is small. Not understanding the name he calls you, his intentions.
He hesitates then, for a second. Before his hands are reaching - grasping the edge of his helmet. Slipping it from his head, as his head dips.
His hair is dark, beneath. Messy and curling, greying at the temples, down to the scruff that lines his jaw beneath plush lips and the curve of his nose.
And his eyes. That pretty shade of brown, the dark fan of his eyelashes.
You know them. Though you've never seen them, yourself.
For a moment, you can't breathe. Frozen for an entirely new reason - starting back at the eyes that you've seen so often.
"It's you," You manage. The words are no more than a soft gasp.
He lets you touch him, then. Fingertips tracing his jaw, those eyes slipping shut when your fingers brush the nape of his neck. Somehow knowing how the curls would feel against your fingers, already knowing each detail of his face.
Hidden deep down, revealed bit by bit in your sleep.
Only now, do you see all of him.
And only now, do you lean in. Your head tipping towards him, just as his forehead presses against yours. And it's now that you understand the warmth of his touch - the way it seems to soak into your skin. A lost piece of you, now becoming complete.
You hadnโ€™t been able to find him - so he had found you, instead.
Unable to help the smile, as the dark pit in your stomach blooms into spring.
I wanted it to be you, you think - as your heart finally starts to beat again. I wanted it to be you so badly.
There's a hitch in his breath, with your touch. Fingers that stretch out and then curl, until you're taking them yourself, slipping yours between them.
"Now do you know?" Your husband murmurs, in the voice that you know as well as his eyes.
And you do - the answer coming easily, as you nod, "Because you're mine."
"Yes," He smiles.
"Yours."
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i cant stop writing soft!soulmate din ๐Ÿ’– thank you for reading!!
ner karโ€™ta - my heart
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tatakaeeren ยท 7 months
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Gojo Satoru | Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Ep. 9 "Shibuya Incident - Gate, Open"
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chellychuu ยท 3 months
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๐ŸŽ€ be mine ๐ŸŽ€
Kofi โ™ก Inprnt
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mobius-m-mobius ยท 4 months
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I know what kind of god I need to be... For you.
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zamjd ยท 2 months
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Yippeee!!
Winged dca au by @crystalmagpie447
Your Sun design is so subtlety detailed! Like it's almost unnoticeable at first because of the somewhat similar coloring but when you take a closer look you can admire the patterns!! :D
I want to keep that same vibe but I think I emphasized it a little .v."
-ALSO I AM IN LOVE WITH HIS PANTS DESIGN!!! LIKE LOOK AT IT!!! IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT IT JUST SCRATCHES MY BRAIN SO WELL SIEKJDJWKDJJWKXKWK
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cheekylittlepupp ยท 3 months
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Thank you @egooppidum for this gorgeous art of my baby Mira and Astarion ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค
You have no idea how grateful I am for this ๐Ÿค
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diamondsheep ยท 5 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED MARIMO ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š!!!
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