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littleprincepaladin · 4 months
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what a hell of a way to die!
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watchyourbuck · 2 months
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s1 Buck was so sassy AJDKFKDKDKS he just said “really? cuz I was under the impression that kind of was my job🥱” to ATHENA GRANT LIKE ARE U FR what a fucking menance
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cubeapples · 24 days
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thinking about voldemort and harry accidentally traveling back in time together. it would be so funny.
in the final duel, instead of voldemort dying, they're transported back outside the orphanage where tom riddle was born, like, 6 months ago. and while harry's Really Fucking Confused and disoriented, voldemort is having a full blown existential crisis staring at the baby in the crib that's labelled "T.M.R"
and harry's distraught! why wasn't voldemort dead?! why can't this man die??? and passerbys are staring at them, because voldemort is still this snake-faced monster and harry's clothes are torn and he's covered in blood and grime.
and then they realise that they can't go back. at all. so both harry and voldemort start internally freaking out. in their own ways.
harry should be terrified that voldemort's going to kill him, but he'd expected that already hadn't he? but voldemort isn't paying attention to him. he's staring, transfixed at the orphanage building.
and before harry knows it, voldemort's out the door of the orphanage holding a baby. he's about to throw the child into the river and let it drown when harry disrupts him all like, "wtf are you doing???" and snatches the baby back.
and then harry realises the baby is also voldemort. that means they've traveled back to 1927!
harry feels faint, but he can't even catch a break because the baby opens its eyes and starts bawling.
voldemort snatches it back and it stops crying immediately, staring up into his ruby red eyes unblinkingly. harry is torn between feeling amused that the only person baby tom likes is his future self and worried that voldemort's going to try and kill the baby again because he's insane, right?
and then voldemort starts striding away. harry's like, "where are you going?" and runs after him. a hex hits harry in the stomach and he's paralyzed except for his face. he can still talk. voldemort keeps striding away from him.
and harry's just worried that he's going to kill the baby. "yeah, well, last time you tried to kill a baby, it didn't really end well," he says. voldemort stops in his tracks. when he turns, his face is contorted in fury.
and then he's walking towards harry, furious, "you're going to regret that," he growls.
the baby in his arms giggles.
(and then co-parenting happens and in the midst, voldemort discovers that he does, indeed Like harry potter, and harry's been pining for years atp.)
(and also tom grows up and he doesn't turn into a dark lord, he becomes the minister instead and marries walburga because tom/walburga is cute to me 🫶)
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saltpepperbeard · 1 year
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Better alive than dead.
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bi-writes · 4 days
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i have a uniform kink and i will be exploiting it in my fics 🙂
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bilolli · 3 months
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Good/Evil art style.
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minty-bubblegum · 6 months
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IM GONNA BUST LOOK AT THEM
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ye-olde-trojan-horse · 7 months
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two facts that I swear are unrelated
- forgot to take my adhd meds today.
- I’m on shot no. 13 of coffee.
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thelone-copper · 7 months
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Another human Margo,,,,
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Their hair is now much longer and just as fluffy as their original fur- and they have a mink boa to go with it
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tklpilled · 10 months
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to the moon and to saturn
(craig/tweek)
summary: craig doesn't love much, but he loves deeply.
a/n: um. um. uh.
[this is a sfw tickle fic!!]
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Craig wouldn’t say he loves a lot of things. It sounds pessimistic, but love is a strong word! Sure, there are things he likes—he likes his friends, for example. He’s just…not one to use that word so freely.
He loves Stripe. He’s been a constant in Craig’s life for years, somewhat. It’s not always the same Stripe, but Craig will pretend it is anyway, because he hates letting go of things. He loves Stripe, even when he wakes up at too-fucking-early-o’clock to a variety of sounds coming from the cage, and even though sometimes Stripe bites him when he tries to pet him. He’s always heard love is unconditional, after all. For a long, long time, he thinks Stripe will be the only thing he ever loves—and he’s okay with that. It takes him a while to realise that something has changed.
It’s hard to pinpoint his feelings, because it’s a different kind of love than what he feels towards Stripe. Plus, every description he’s ever heard is absolute bullshit. There are no fireworks going off in his head, no butterflies in his stomach, no heated cheeks or longing stares or stumbling over his words. The feeling just barges its way into his heart and makes itself at home, as if it’s always been there. Hesitantly, Craig begins to welcome it.
He loves Tweek. He loves everything he does, his shaking hands and his wobbly smile. He loves the feeling of Tweek’s skin against his own when their fingers intertwine, how he always smells like coffee and lumber. He loves hearing Tweek’s voice even when he’s rambling about nothing in particular. He loves taking note of everything Tweek does, all his barely noticeable mannerisms. He’s almost certain he knows Tweek better than Tweek knows himself.
There’s a third thing, too—Tweek’s laugh. Which, yes, sure, could be considered part of loving Tweek as a whole, but there’s something so addicting about the sound that Craig considers it an understatement at best to group it with the rest.
Tweek doesn’t laugh very often; Craig can’t say much, because it’s not like he’s any better. It happens so rarely that sometimes Craig finds himself wondering how there’s an entire category in his mind dedicated solely to it—and then he hears it again.
He can remember the first time it happened.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day! Just—gah—tell me what the problem is!” Tweek has a tight grip on his arm, enough to keep him in place but not enough to hurt. It’s almost annoying how much he worries.
Craig stares at the ground, hiding from Tweek as much as he can. “...Nothing.”
Tweek’s grip loosens, but Craig makes no move to leave. “Please?”
Finally, Craig looks up at his boyfriend. After a deep breath, he tentatively starts talking.
“Promise you won’t make fun of me.”
Tweek stares.
And he stares.
And then he laughs.
“Is that it? Y-you got braces? You dumbass, I thought I did something wrong!”
Craig is hardly listening. His eyes are wide, and if he hadn’t spent the whole day forcing his mouth shut as much as possible, he’s sure that would be ajar too.
Tweek’s laugh…
It’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. A choir of angels would pale in comparison.
In that moment, Craig understands why love is so often depicted as an arrow being shot through the heart.
He’s always trying to think of new things that Tweek would find funny, or that would catch him off-guard just enough. The thing is, though, Craig’s never done something like this before, because he’s never in his life been so enamoured with a laugh of all things, and evidently Tweek isn’t easy to amuse. He can’t just ask, either—Craig has always been the type to speak his mind, but the idea of telling Tweek just how excruciatingly in love he is feels…terrifying, to say the least. Besides, what if Tweek thinks it’s weird and never laughs ever again? Craig would rather walk through hell than experience that. 
And then, whatever god may exist finally decides to show him mercy; either that, or his luck is just that good.
Craig is incredibly clingy around Tweek. He loves touching him, even if it’s just the slightest contact. Whenever he gets the chance he’s almost always wrapped around the blond, holding on to him like he’ll die if he doesn’t. Tweek doesn’t initiate contact much, but he doesn’t mind when Craig does it—it even seems to calm his twitching down a bit. 
He’s hugging him from behind while they sit on Craig’s bed, legs wrapped around his waist for extra security. He makes a move to adjust his arms, tightening his grip and pressing his fingers into Tweek’s sides—
“Ack! St-stop it! That tickles!” Tweek jolts away like he’s been shocked, though it doesn’t do much considering how tight a hold Craig has on him.
Craig looks down at his hands. “Oh. Sorry.”
…Wait.
It’s a dangerous idea, considering Tweek could very easily give him a black eye right now, but the opportunity is right there. Slowly, he moves his hands back to where they were as Tweek’s attention is focused on the television.
Tweek yelps as Craig repeats the action, not pulling away this time. “Gah—wait! Stop! Leave me alohohone!” He leans back into his boyfriend, then seems to realise there’s nowhere to go. “Cuhuhut it ohout!”
Craig wouldn’t be mad if this was the only sound he could hear for the rest of his life. He wishes, so, so badly, for Tweek to never stop laughing.
“Ngh, what was that for?” Tweek whines, pulling Craig out of his trance. He realises that his hands have stopped moving. 
Craig rests his chin on Tweek’s shoulder. “I like when you laugh,” he mumbles, embarrassed, and slips his fingers into the gap in Tweek’s poorly buttoned shirt before he can respond.
“Craig!” Tweek kicks his feet against the mattress, twisting side to side. “Lehehet me gohoho! This is s-sohoho unfahair!” He manages to squirm out of Craig’s grasp, and he thinks that’s going to be it, but Tweek just turns and hides his face in Craig’s shoulder, throwing his arms around his neck as he giggles into his shirt. So, slowly, he returns his hands to Tweek’s sides and squeezes, and Tweek squeals and tightens his hold but otherwise doesn’t do much. Craig takes it as an invitation to keep going.
“T-tickles!” he squeaks out, gripping onto the back of Craig’s shirt. “It tihihickles!”
Craig slides under Tweek’s shirt just a little, enough to scratch lightly at the skin on his sides. “Good. That’s what I’m going for.”
Tweek whines, broken apart by laughter. “Fuhuhuck off!”
Craig hums. “Let go of me, then.”
“...Nohoho.”
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ghost-t-cryptids · 2 months
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"I keep....having nightmares about it....in them, you're aware of what you're doing...but it still isn't you."
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sealer-of-wenkamui · 5 months
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Brief story summary of the new Douman oneshot that I am currently obsessing over. It's about human Douman, and seems to be after he starts heading down the dark path and behaving more like Limbo.
It starts with him hearing about a house on the edge of town where a bird calls and everyone there is so happy and blessed, and they say the bird sings for them and their happiness. Douman goes and visits this house and they welcome him in and say they want to share their happiness and they treat him to food and sake.
He brings up the bird, and they're all like yes its wishing for our happiness! But he says he hears it saying how long are you going to keep ignoring things (How long=itsumade, which is the name of the youkai that shows up later)
He then talks to a girl who was married into the family, and who claims they're oni. She tells him how girls married in would then be killed, then the family would tell their parents how they died without giving any children, and were useless, and basically used that to exploit the family and get gifts and stuff from them.
They then start hearing the bird's cry "Itsumade itsumade" and Douman tells them to listen closely... They hear something coming from the back, though the old lady tries to deny it but everyone is clearly freaked out by it. And then the dead come back and brutally murder the whole family and they come together to form the vengeful spirit Itsumade, which appears in the Taiheiki, a famous Japanese epic.
Douman is quite excited about it and asks if it plans to eat him too. And how when he returns to the capital one day he's going to curse Seimei to death and so he's going to take its rage and resentment. Then its the fight scene, and finally as he leaves the young girl from the beginning asks about if he went there and he said yes and how he had a wonderful meal there and then laughs.
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enderpawu · 5 days
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"this user's fav is: grian!"
if u want to use this then ur allowed but pls credit me somewhere!!
yknow it was pretty fun and easy, maybe i'll make a mumbo one too! tho i couldn't figure out how to make text bigger while also being easily readable, but oh well 😔
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gimyung · 1 year
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Top 3 Lookism men who like being petted?
petted? just say stroked
onto our third place, we have jace park.
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jus think it was super funny that he got lured out from the j-high vs hostel because of sum fake love interest ?? hello ?? and him blushing (but pretending not to like it) when mary was touching his ears. it's just gap moe that a [brain] guy like him, who tries to control situations w his foresight, actually has one weakness: being touched/petted. mood. (and despite their looks & disposition, johan's the one who takes care of actual dogs. johan petter, jace pettee)
second place, daniel park.
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honestly fuck fighting, pet this man! he's gone thru a lot that he would kill for some peace u kno. plus he's got a brief streaming career, and actually loved the interactions and love he was getting. just pet this guy yall he loves it!
first place, euntae lee.
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bro would tear up cus of envy when ppl acting lovey-dovey in front of him. touch him, hug him, show him affection. he deserves it and he will love it. pet him! vasco date arc give it another go ptj!
that is all thank you!
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lenskij · 1 year
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really one of the main reasons I love Memory is seeing Illyan destroyed. Deconstructed. What remains of the imposing head of the Imperial Security when we remove from him what made him imposing and infallible? the answer is: try again, bitch.
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fujii-draws · 20 days
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<<<< (trying so hard to hold back saying how much I dislike chatot and wished he was better written)
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