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#and the hands are atrocious
smolmilkyways · 11 days
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a little red~ 🩸
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houseswife · 2 months
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wilson pointlessly living in a hotel room for like half the show is a metaphor for him always suppressing his desires for a….. HOUSE…. of his own [drum sting]
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voltaical-art · 4 months
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whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...
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skymagpie · 8 months
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She took the coat, hat, sword and boots in the divorce
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icedhotcocoa · 1 year
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@ssawboness (gets down on one knee) anything for a mutual
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karizipan · 11 months
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get me out of here oh mt god
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mausinly · 3 months
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BIG BURLY FLUSTERED MEN with a/o who takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles - knuckles that have been covered in blood - and big burly man (I’m imagining König) just self destructs. Blue screens. Combusts.
Unwinding after operations is always a hassle. There's this limbo between finishing the mission and arriving back at base where adrenaline is still high, but you can't stay in one place long enough to come down from it.
Everyone is still milling about the building your unit is using as a temporary base. Counting your dead, if any, and treating the wounded before heading to the drop ships to fly back to KorTac's base.
You and König are holed off in a corner of the courtyard, you being seated on a bench with your back pressed against the wall while he sits on the ground between your legs. He rests his head back on your thigh, and you can feel the way he fidgets. Itching for something when there is nothing left to do but wait. His mask is still on, along with the rest of his gear. One of his hands idly tap your ankle, trying to find some way to release this anxious energy he has until you both can get back to base, where he knows it's safe.
You look down at him and remove your gloves, placing them aside before sneaking one of your hands under his hood and the balaclava beneath. Your fingers drag against the column of his neck, and your nails gently scratch his nape, making him groan and tilt his head back further to look up at you.
König let's out a grunt and fixes you a curious look. You hold out your free hand toward him. "Give me your hand." You murmur, and he does so compliantly.
He melts a little at the pleased little smile you give him, eyes darting down to where your hand holds his. His are so much bigger than yours, thicker too with the bulky material of his gloves. The fabric is stained red, speckles of blood still wet and crimson. He frowns a little at the idea of your hands becoming stained as well.
König thinks to rip his hand from yours, but falters when you begin to tug the leather off his fingers and down his wrist until his skin is released from the suffocating material. His hands are rough, pale and scarred and calloused. Your hands aren't perfect, but they are much more delicate and pretty than his in comparison.
You seem to disagree, though, with the way your hands trace the shape of his. You spread his fingers a little, dragging your nails along each callous and faded scar. It's almost devout in the way you study each line of his palm, the pads of your fingers so gentle against his skin.
You lift his hand up to your lips, tenderly pressing a kiss to each knuckle. You start at the base before moving down each finger, almost as if you don't want any of them to be left out. He would have laughed at the thought if his body wasn't frozen like a deer in headlights.
Your eyes fall down to his and your smile widens at the absolutely mystified look in his eyes, stormy blues flickering between yours and your lips against his hand as his pupils dilate.
His mouth opens and closes underneath his mask, but any attempts to speak die in his throat. How could you put so many thoughts in his head that he is unable to fabricate them into words? Do you have any clue what you do to him?
You let out a small chuckle and go back to kissing his hand, trailing your lips down across his palm and the back of his hand. You pull down the edge of his sleeve just to press your lips to his wrist. König groans as your affection doesn't let up, long and pained as his head lulls against your thigh and he drapes an arm over his eyes.
"Du wirst mein Tod sein, Engel..." He murmurs, thankful that his mask hides the stupid grin on his face.
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 8 months
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"Mark my words! Somebody here is the killer. No one is leaving until we find out who!"
Leverage S04E02 The 10 Li'l Grifters Job.
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culssi · 21 days
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Some swap Vox :) I tried to experiment with some colours for him.
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It might not be very clear but Vox is swapped with Alastor here
I just decided to base it off his design in a picture he took with Val in the background of the show.
I gave him a turtleneck sweater and a fatback tv for a head. In this au, he has left for 7 years and has now returned, he has arrived at the hotel instead of Alastor.
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introspectivememories · 5 months
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this gif is what i imagine jeanist and bakugo's relationship to be forever
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sherrydoodlez · 10 months
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I've had your "high school Amy Rose" concept drawings from early 2022 as the wallpaper on my devices for the entire month and I think I might have developed a crush on her.
Help. ;v;
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She's flattered and so am I 🤭I'll take your "help" as a cry for more of her 👀
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jays-therapist · 8 months
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A little Lance sketchdump I did yesterday! I love this guy more than I love life.
Also yes, baby Lance has hair. I just thought he would yk yk.
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nympippi · 1 year
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I hope you don’t mind me putting a TBP headcannon, but Vance, Robin and Gwen played tea party.
Gwen puts makeup and costumes on the boys and they talk with a British accent
When Finney and Bruce entered her room, he will see Vance, who has messy blue eyeshadow, messy red lipstick and a purple feather boa, and Robin, who has too much pink blush, smudged mascara and a crooked sun hat, and the baseball boys tried not to laugh at them
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Gwen would have so much fun playing dress up with Vance and Robin, both because they have such pretty long hair she can play with lmao
I don’t really know how to draw makeup so I did my best ,’:> but I think the sparkly blue eyeshadow was my favorite part though!
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souppunch · 1 year
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Draws them for the millionth time
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cowabinah · 2 months
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doodle-pops · 5 months
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Ok the languages question got me thinking, what do you think would the elves‘ reaction be to all the different music genres we created be? (Esp stuff like rock, metal etc 🤣) I‘m torn between them being amazed at the musical diversity and having a grandparent reaction à la „what‘s wrong with you and this noise you call music?“, though I could definitely see them appreciating classical music 🤔
I remember discussing this question with someone before and I had mentioned that the only thing the elves would enjoy about our music is classical pieces. All the other forms of music is going to be hurting their eardrums especially metal. They will cry and beg you never play metal or those atrocious rap music ever again.
They will look at us and JUDGE that noise we consider music. Classical is the only piece that will be considered superior, and all instrumental pieces. They might take back being amazed at our musical diversity and be concerned at what we believe to be music. Are you eardrums alright? How are you not possessed? People love this?
The elves listening to metal, rock, pop and rap:
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