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enayaray · 4 months

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Hollyleaf shots

#artists on tumblr #art #warriors cats #warriors fanart #hollyleaf #angry man #wc #she`s deviiiil

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shittymoviedetails · 2 years

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Angry man (1945), Angry man 2 (1946), Angry man 3 (1947), Angry man 4 (1948), Angry man 5 (194-

#trivia #angry man

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perzzuc · 24 days

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I question my sanity sometimes- ANYWAYS drew this man since he’s been on my mind recently GFHFHFTGGH

#mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #msa #Mr Yukino #mystery skulls Mr yukino #vivi yukino #my art #drawing #digital #ibispaint art #illustration #fanart #fandom #multiple fandoms #hes a DILF #angry man #i want him #bro is a cutie patootie

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supanuts · 3 months

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the sign (2023) | episode 10

#the sign #the sign the series #heng asavarid #thesignsource #thesignedit #sasa gifs #tsep10 #angry man #very scaly #also very hot

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ghostmaker47 · 1 month

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quick drawing of kratos without using help lines

my style changes xd

#fan art #young kratos #kratos #god of war 2 #god of war ragnarok #god 2018 #god of war #god of war fanart #god of war art #sketch #angry man

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nyutatoes · 5 months

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Yippee new boys!!!

#holostars #hololive #vtuber #fanart #ANGRY MAN #Dinosaur rawr #psycho puppeteer #handsome birb #i dunno I’m too dumb #but yipeee #crimzon ruze #goldbullet #Octavio holostar #jurard t rexford

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, you're mine."

Main Pairing ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Depressing themes, failure, anger, and anxiety.

Spoilers ~ A Ton‼️

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No beta lmao)

Word Count ~ 940 Words.

Chp Summary ~ December 21st, 2005. The day of the Winter Solstice, Luke Castellan's dark eye's scorned the God's as they argued. Usually, he smelled like sweet, fruity nectar; a concoction his own success and greatness. That day, he smelled like sour cherries.

Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart

Failure smelt like a field of ripe strawberries and raw sap from pine needles.

Nisha thought she could smell failure because she couldn't taste success. Perhaps failure smelt so good, so sweet, because success was meant to be on a tongue. Victor's with glory tasted success and savored it on their taste buds, whilst failures smelt the sweet aroma only.

That was their punishment, the smell, not the taste, because a failure isn't good enough to have pleasantries on their tongue.

Failure and success were only one step away from each other after all.

No, failure didn't actually smell like the sweet labors of nature. Strawberries and pine was what Nisha with no last name associated it with though. It's how she smelt. Everyone's success and failure smelt vaguely different, Nisha just had a talent of picking out the scents.

Failure smelt like raw sugars with sour base notes.

It was unfiltered and not as sweet as success that smelt like a candy factory. It was as if the God's teased that failure smelt good, but not that good, so others should keep trying for success that smelt even better. It tasted even greater.

Lucus Castellan smelt like fruity, sweet, nectar. He smelt better than ambrosia hovering over her face and tasting like fresh strawberries. He is a true Demi-God prodigy that smelt like the embodiment of success.

However, on the night of December 21st, he smelt like wilting flowers, decaying tree bark, molding fruit, and ozone.

All those smells weren't necessarily bad, but they weren't great. It's like it poured from the tall teens pores though, etched into his skin as the Winter Scholastic ended in panic.

Nisha didn't allow the panic around her to consume her body or brain. Chiron ushered campers out of Olympus, and the God's angrily conversed in ancient Greek as the children fled. The only person in all of Olympus that smelt oddly good was Ares, the God of War.

Tears threatened to well up in Nisha's amber eyes as the smells of anxiety, despair, and sadness filled her nose. Her brain was hardwired to feel negative emotions deeper than anyone else as she could feel everyone's negative emotions. She fed off of failure, off of anxiety, but in the same breath she was riddled with it.

A Demi-Gods strength is a curse.

Nisha blinked her amber orbs and bit down on the plush flesh of her bottom lip. Campers talked worridly over head, not noticing her there. She had an essentially invisible presence if she didn't make herself known. Bile threatened to climb up her throat as Zeus yelled partially loud and lightning crackled around the room.

“My Master Bolt is gone, Apollo!” He screamed in ancient greek at the sun God. Apollo's blonde brows formed a crease in the middle of his golden brown forehead, his angelic features screwed up angrily.

The brown girl could smell sandalwood, unripe mandarin oranges, decaying red currants, and burnt moss. The prophetic healing God of the sun's thousand rays, was frustrated.

Campers flinched away from Zeus’ bright lightning and thunderous tone. He made startled yelps go around as campers filed through the sacred Olympus headquarters doors, and down the elevators in groups.

Nisha swallowed thickly, and took a deep breath, daring to focus on Ares, who smelt like a burning forest, gasoline, musky leather, and exotic lilies. The God smelt joyous, he was excited, and that was all the more reason for Nisha to be even more afraid.

Positive emotions were harder for her to sniff out, but it wasn't impossible.

Lucus Castellan wasn't far from her eyesight, his head was welted down to the floor as he carefully walked amongst his fellow campers. The Hermes cabin counselor ushered the younger campers out the large doors of Olympus with concern. He looked seemingly distant in presence, a far away look in his eyes as he was lost in thought.

Nisha separated herself from the two last groups of campers to peel from Olympus and down from the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. She crept next to Luke, who gestured his hands to keep the Demi-Gods moving.

He didn't notice her, nobody would, and that was just fine with Nisha. She blended into the shadows neatly, and kept up with the emotions flitting around the area.

Luke's dark curls were ruffled downwards, as If he had a hat or helmet covering his head prior to the incident. His orbs were dark like a clear night, and a gentle gleam of soft lilac shone underneath his downturned eyes. A sickly green color tinged his usually tan skin with a mulberry color blossoming on his jaw.

Nisha questioned how nobody noticed the boy's frazzled form. Her question was answered as the ignorant God's yelled in their mother tongue, and the centaur Chiron led children down the elevator. Ignorant is what they all were, it would be their downfall, Nisha suspected.

Luke takes one last look at the God's and his saddened scent of wilted flowers, decaying tree bark, moldy fruit, and essence of ozone washes away promptly. His eyes harden over like the night glaring down at cooled obsidian; the sharp igneous rocks attempt to cut at the Gods, who argue amongst themselves.

His plush lips were chapped, and when his hooded monolid twitched, his lip curled into a sneer of disgust, of anger.

Nisha can smell dead willows in full force with the undertones of rancid nuts and base notes of sour cherries.

That's what his fruity smell was; he smelt like cherries, and the ripe sourness of it promised wrath.