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cursegirlrabbit · 6 months
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No one: Not a soul: No one in the universe:
my brain at 2 am: yo what if Liquidator x Abner was a thing Me trying to sleep:…..DAMM IT
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cringefail-clown · 4 months
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hey remember the post i made that brodad in turnabout would be absolutely hilarious? because i remember. and i cannot forget. and now im thinking about it constantly
please send help
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blackkatdraws2 · 26 days
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The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]
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xx-sketchy-xx · 26 days
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Uh oh.. I may have fallen for the grey tube. Lol auuuuuuuuu
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sableeira · 1 year
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dazai makes atsushi take random photos and videos of him throughout the day (most of them are super dramatic and/or aesthetic) only to caption them with the most unhinged stuff when he posts them on social media
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mikibagels · 1 year
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Heaven besties play cards against humanity, except they have to guess the stand user that best matches the card description
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turrondeluxe · 1 year
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I love your Au for the Last Ronin, It's very cute. Would Mikey let the kids drag them into playing dress up? I think that'd be funny.
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They definitely play dress up and Mikey enjoys playing with his kids and joins them as much as he can!
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p... princess eater? soul tutu??? what if mytho was a weapon literally. what if princess tutu was soul eater. anime that rewired my brain
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lovesickeros · 8 months
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☆ the dove
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k
Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.
She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.
And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.
It is for the best.
The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.
This..this one is hers, she has decided.
Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.
Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.
"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.
Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.
As it was meant to be.
"Yes, little bird?"
She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.
"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"
Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.
She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.
She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..
Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.
"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"
Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.
She will delight in that, too.
"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"
Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.
"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."
They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.
"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."
In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.
"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."
They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.
"Of course, Creator – just for you."
It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.
It is better that way.
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numbholdy · 19 days
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YIPPEEE HALLO :D 😼❗❗🎉
Some doodles and sketches I wanna dump here sjsjs
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Okers Bai Bai🕴💞💓🎉
*they say this template makes your art look good
Whag idek 👁👄👁👩🏻
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sodafrog13 · 2 months
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gayboy doodls
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battiegutz · 1 year
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doodles of th twins nd tryna figure how i wanna draw everyone else smile
theyre not fighting btw they just get into scraps w each other for fun lol
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cringefail-clown · 4 months
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more of the cam cafe au, this time with strilonde family dynamic
so dave and rose are siblings and they both had their kids very young (other parents dipped out as soon as possible). they helped each other out with raising the kids while working on their careers, so the trio grew up very close to each other, roxy often acting as a mediator between dirk and hal as they were on each others cases basically since birth lmfao
gonna do the j squad next but holy shit is their family tree... complex
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dissentersrising · 10 months
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employers.
first and last creation of sornieth’s eleven deities. really the only thing the eleven could agree on. tasked to be watchers over the third age’s fledgling life, because the eleven wanted to be warlords instead.
or; Whoops, look at all these other fandragons I also threw into my lore
also lore-wise there's more employers than just these six by the way. these are just the relevant ones
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mikeylangelo · 1 year
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more sighardt 😘 obsessed w pretending they have matching skins
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satorugojoswiife · 4 months
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no thoughts. head empty. only satoru.
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