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sunsestart · 4 months
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I've never shared my Wingdings design pre-accident around here so here u go:0
He's just a silly guy! (Beware of explosions)
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novalizinpeace · 1 year
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Guess 'm a big brother now!
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mosslingg-sideblog · 2 months
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first dbh playthrough and the amount of times connor almost died is crazy like my boy surely they programmed some self preservation instincts into you cmon
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keets-writing-corner · 11 months
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look you can talk all you want about Yato’s self image issues, self-sabotaging behavior and atrocious spending habits
my man really said “If no one loves me enough to build me a shrine, then I’M going to love me enough to build me a shrine!” and I love that for him
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annmarcus63 · 1 year
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Litte Julian was lost, utterly and irrevocably lost. He just wanted to look for flowers for his mom, lilies, lavender, daffodils and of course dandelions but he got lost somewhere along the narrow path. It's getting dark, he forgot his coat so he's cold and yeah a little bit scared. His parents say that there are drowners and big insects out here. That's the main reason why he can't wander far alone.
After a while, when it is already dark, he finds a tree with its roots raised to sit on. That's when the growls started. Little Julian walked very fast among the trees, trying with all his might not to cry, to be brave. Something lunged at him, on the ground, Julian spun around in a valiant effort to escape whatever was holding him. And then a blaze of fire lit up the space. The arachnas cried painfully, some died on the spot, others ran to the trees. Julian saw a big man in a black armor with his arm raised from where the fire was coming and a big scary sword on one hand.  
"You shouldn't be here," said the man with an odd voice. Just in that moment Julian saw the most fascinating thing in the whole world. 
The man had black eyes, deep black, like the night sky.  Julian jumped with his hand raised "My name's Julian, what's yours?"  the man laughed perplexed but oddly charmed. He walked past Julian and said "Come on, I'll take you back to your house."  On the way back, Julian tells him about mom and dad, and mom sickness and that the reason he got lost was because he wanted to pick her flowers. 
"My favorites are dandelions, yours?" The man doesn't reply but Julian doesn't mind. He concludes he likes the man with night sky eyes.  It didn't take long for his house to appear in the distance. "Is it here?" Asked the man, Jaskier smiled and nodded. 
"Come! I'll show you my room" exclaimed Julian grabbing the man's hand. 
"No." Julian stopped and turned to look at him. 
The man crouched down to his level, he had a soft smile on his face "I can't, I'm sorry" 
"Oh, ok" replied Julian, quite saddened.
"You're very brave back there. Here." The man took a handful of dandelions from somewhere on his back "For your mom."  
Julian smiled, took the flowers and threw himself to the man's neck in a quick and joyful hug. "Thank you, sir." 
The man laughed softly, "Go." Julian walked back to the path "Will I see you again, sir?" 
"No." replied the man sincerely. 
"Ow." he keep walking, until "But why?" 
"I travel a lot, I won't be here by tomorrow." 
"Then take me with you." 
"No." 
"Ow." Julian kept walking, until "But, why?" 
"Maybe when you're older" replied the man to reassure him.
In that instant little Julian swore to himself that he'll find this man, one day, he'll see those night sky eyes again.
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nefertittythegreat · 5 months
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End of P5 Spoilers Under Cut
Ferdinand, after Rozemyne agrees to be his fiancée even though his spent the last 3 days doing everything and anything to ensure she says yes:
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neteyammeowmeow · 4 months
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Lloyd should get gravely critically injured in battle, and Benthomaar should see him in that state and it sends him into such anguish and vengeance of not wanting to lose another that he loves - that by the time Lloyd gets his conciousness back all he sees is Bentho standing amidst the opponents he'd defeated and his composure seemed entirely different for a moment
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nifflering · 3 months
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three 🤝eight
post-regeneration shoe blues
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third doctor from: @rassilonwatchathon
eight doctor from: @eighthwholove
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elysianymph · 11 months
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regulus joined the slytherin quidditch team just to spite sirius. like "oh you think you're so good? well i'm gonna join and ruin all the fun for you so i can be better at this thing you enjoy". hilarious and sad at the same time
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emeraldspiral · 5 months
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Zim's roboparents need more love so here's some prompts:
Zim wants to "infiltrate" someplace but he's not allowed to be there without parental supervision so he has to take his roboparents along.
The roboparents are the chaperones at a skool dance/field trip.
Zim needs a car for some reason but he can't drive it himself because he's perceived as underaged, so he has to get his roboparents to drive him around.
The principal wants to have a meeting with Membrane and the roboparents to discuss Dib and Zim constantly fighting at skool.
Zim and his parents get invited to a party by some new neighbors looking to make friends. Bonus points if some of the party-goers for some reason are charmed by Zim's parents and try to initiate affairs/talk them into swinging with them.
Building off the idea from Roboparents Gone Wild where they start to think they're Zim's real parents, what if they just gradually became more and more sentient and started not just treating Zim like their actual son, but acting more like actual people with lives outside of Zim? Like, they start leaving the house on their own to hang out with the neighbors or inviting people over for coffee. They start arguing with each other about feeling suffocated or unappreciated in the marriage. They rant about aspirations they had to give up or accuse each other of sounding "Just like my mother/father" and Zim is just like, "What are you two fucking talking about?" Robodad has a midlife crisis, buys a corvette, and starts flirting with girls in their 20s. Robomom tries to have an affair with Membrane.
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enigma-imagines · 11 months
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Thought I’d share my silly little Namekian oc with y’all
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His name is Kallop, or Kal for short, and he became fascinated by Earth when the namekians were transported to the planet.
He particularly loved the clothes they wore and really wanted to learn more about it, even going as far as to try and gain the confidence to beg Piccolo- since he’s lived on Earth all his life- to show him around. It failed miserably of course, but Bulma took pity and helped Kal out.
He’s my baby boy and I love him so much
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softquietsteadylove · 2 months
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Ahhhh second first date! Second first date! Of course i need to know how it goes!!
"And the server was definitely super jealous of me."
Thena laughed again. That was all she'd been doing since they left the house, she was quite sure. Since Gil 'picked her up', that was to say.
It was very sweet. He had showed up at her guest room door, dressed up and with a charming smile, even making an attempt to look nervous. He asked if she was ready, offered his arm; he was the perfect gentleman for their first date.
Her second chance.
Of course she had to know more about their first-first date. And Gil was happy to elucidate her once she insisted enough that telling her that much would not cause her brain to catch fire (as the doctor seemed to have implied in some way).
"But it was a nice dinner, then I walked you back to where you were staying at the end of the beach," he recounted, his eyes completely starry. "I had never gotten to actually have a romantic walk on the beach, before. Total bucket list stuff."
"It sounds lovely," she remarked mildly, without much choice with no memory of it for herself.
"The moon was out and everything, and it looked really pretty with your hair and your white dress, and the shawl thing-y you had on over it." Gil gestured vaguely to simulate the flowing garment she had worn over her bare shoulders. It certainly painted a picture, and she was quite sure she knew what he was referring to, having glimpsed a long white shawl in their closet.
She tried not to laugh too hard, mindful of the gentle atmosphere of the bakery. The tables were really just for people waiting for orders. They didn't have a fancy coffee machine, or an official barista. But Gil did bring out cups of real, boiled hot cocoa from the back--a secret only for their own, of course. They were waiting on their fresh baked pastries to come out and cool.
"I was so distracted by you that I didn't even realise when we were back at your doorstep," he sighed, but his comedic tone faded. He looked at her more softly, leaning his cheek against his hand. "I told you flat out that I was having such a good time I wished you were staying further away."
Thena attempted to laugh into her mug, this time.
"You laughed at it then, too." He sounded more wistful now. "But I told you I was serious and asked if I could see you again. I don't know why you were so surprised."
Probably because she had never been one to be asked out by someone like him. Men, sure, but not very sweet, very funny, very honest gentlemen like Gil. Just...men. She wasn't approachable enough for someone as sweet and charming as Gil.
She still thought that, to a degree.
"But you agreed, and I asked if I could kiss you too," he at least smiled at this part of the story, although his longing for the past remained. "You said I didn't have to ask, which wasn't a yes, but I guessed I was supposed to read between the lines."
Again, the Thena in the story and Thena herself in the present were different people. But she felt her stomach clench faintly at the idea.
"I did kiss you," Gil sighed, returning to his lighter, more jovial tone. "And it totally blew my mind. I mean if I wasn't in love with you already, that would'a done it."
"Gil," she admonished lightly, partly laughing and partly sheepish at the description of this passionate kiss she couldn't remember at all.
"What?" he chuckled before taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. "You wanted to know. And that date changed the rest of my life, sweetheart."
She liked it when he called her that. She nodded, looking down at her mug. "I suppose I did. It's a nice story."
"Yeah," Gil concluded, although his sigh felt a little heavier.
She still didn't have any memories of her own to contribute. But she attempted to jump over that wave of guilt, trying to put a smile back on his handsome face. "What was our second date like?"
He clearly knew what she was trying to do, but he kept quiet about it at least. He pulled himself up in his seat and started his next story. "Well, we were still on vacation. I asked a little more about you, and you at least told me you were an artist, and you were there on leave because you found teaching wasn't really your thing."
Thena winced faintly. She was sure that was an understatement. She did have memories of teaching before moving to their current residence, and none of them made her glad to have them instead of memories of Gil.
"I told you that I had been a boxer in college, and that I was just working some boring office job and also wanted," he paused to shrug and make a face, "a change of scenery."
They were both in the midst of becoming different people when they met. How fascinating, Thena mused. Although she was quite sure Gil had always been sweet and charming and funny. Just a feeling.
"It was actually you, on that date, who asked what I liked to do for fun," he admitted much more quietly. He looked down at the table, picking at a chip in the lacquer. "I told you I liked baking and you said I could try working part time in it, just to see if I liked it enough to make it my job."
"It sounds like something I would suggest," she agreed. It was hard to imagine the man she knew now doing anything else, really. Although it was almost funny to imagine him stuffing those muscles of his into a regular office suit.
"I said I'd give it a try," he chuckled, reaching for her hand. She gave it reflexively, sense memory knowing Gil much better than her own mind. He kissed her knuckle. "And now I have the best job in the world."
She smiled down at their adjoined hands as well, feeling as if the weight of the world were on top of them. "The date, Gil?"
"Right, right," he chuckled, allowing her to move the story away from the more emotional of the topics. "Well, you suggested that, and I asked about your art some more. And since the restaurant looked kind of full, and I didn't think that was your scene, I asked if you wanted to walk along the boardwalk a little first."
"We walked by a bakery there, and you asked me what everything was, since I was 'the expert' and all."
That also sounded like something she would say; Thena attempted not to roll her eyes at herself.
"I pointed out the regular stuff," he shrugged and even looked at the pastry cases in front of them in the moment. "Croissants, cupcakes, they had some tarts. You asked about one in particular."
Thena tilted her head as he paused, but she leaned back as he did, having been so sucked into the story that she didn't even notice Ajak coming over with two small plates.
"Thanks," Gil smiled at the petite woman, obviously familiar with her.
"Thank you," Thena added, keeping her eyes on the woman who only smiled and waved in response. Ajak knew her, Thena was aware, but Gil had been determined that they could meet formally when Thena felt more ready to reintroduce those parts of their life to herself.
"This is called a petit four, just a small cake," he chuckled, turning his own plate so she could admire the little dessert from all sides. "It's pretty old school, but you asked me about it when I pointed it out to you. I bought one so you could sample it, even though you told me not to."
Thena eyed the little dessert. It seemed to be vanilla, small and glazed completely white. There was something on the top of it.
"I add just a little sea salt to mine. Call it a secret ingredient."
It was just a hint of salt, but it sank into the sweetness immediately. Just like on that day five years ago, she had tasted the saltiness of the ocean air around them as she took a bite. She could remember the wind on her skin, and how warm Gil's hand was in contrast. The smell of the little shop and the breeze around them, and Gil's cologne wafting gently over to her.
Thena whipped her head up at him. He blinked at her sudden movement but didn't say anything. He was trying to read the expression on her face.
She didn't have any other memories of it. Just that one moment had jumped out at her as she had tasted that same taste--perhaps an improvement upon it. She could remember Gil's smile as she had told him that she liked it.
"You promised."
"Hm?"
She blinked, trying not to cry over a silly little cake. "You promised you would make me one sometime. I told you I expected it to be better, since you were indeed, 'the expert'."
Gil teared up immediately. Of course he did, the gentle hearted giant. "Y-You-"
She looked down at her cake again, the pressure immediately mounting. "It's just that one moment. I can't remember past that. But-"
Thena startled as he launched from his seat across the tiny cafe table from her. He caught her lips at a funny angle, but they both tasted like chocolate and vanilla and sea salt. Her eyes fluttered.
"Sorry," he chuckled, offering a sheepish grin as he seated himself, ignoring the worried glances of other bakery patrons. "Couldn't help myself."
"Hm," she pursed her lips faintly, and he returned to his cake, unable to keep himself from staring at her. She dabbed at her lips, resisting the urge to fan herself. She still had her coat on, but it felt far too hot now in their little corner by the window. "Whatever happened to asking?"
"You told me I didn't have to ask."
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natjennie · 10 months
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i know the plagues being obsessed with thomas was largely a joke bc alison threw her portrait of him in the basement, but I think there's actually a lot of potential for them to get along like. the plague ghosts are largely intelligent, they play games together, talk, comfort each other, the same as the upstairs ghosts. they have a working knowledge of mechanics, they're interested in art and theater. they are honestly some of the most cultured ghosts in the house. they like to learn, they just enjoy being included, they are pretty easy going. thomas likes to talk, likes to teach, likes to engage. all of thomas' exercises and ponderings would be a hit with the plagues I swear. it genuinely seems like they would get along, am I crazy?
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eddies-house · 9 months
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modern!eddie would LOVE nicki minaj, argue with the wall
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leon's face clearing up after ada makes him a proper skincare routine skfjbsdkjfs
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tallbluelady · 3 months
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How important is it to your OC that a prospective partner is of the same social class or level of wealth?
So I don't think Rowan is going to actually say that class and wealth are super important to her. She needs someone who's aligned with her values. A lot of which are based on your socioeconomic status... So it kinda works out that she ends up with a coworker of sorts.
Thanks for the ask!
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