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afreakingmilkshake · 25 days
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i love him your honor
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thepunkmuppet · 17 days
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HAPPY GERARD DAY HELLSITE!!!!!!!
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overtake · 5 days
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Following Lance eating his car's ass | China 2024
+ watching the video
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couch-house · 1 year
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his little smirk whenever he gets to go be annoying at knuckles is sooo funny. funny light-hearted sonic game
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yang-innie · 9 months
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Seungmin ♡ Case 143 K-909 221008 Facecam
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tianhai03 · 1 year
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is everyone ready to go to bingo yet ⁉️
(bonus sunglasses addition below bc i thought it'd be funny. oh and also there's a timelapse too)
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guys look. it's the cooler leon
timelapse where you can see me struggle to paint him <3
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nemurian · 11 months
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@bigboobyhalo Your sacrifices have been accepted by the great Dapper. I'm so sorry but I don't think you'll be getting them back anytime soon. Or ever.
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hugs for the sifu hotman
(Ft. An artistic rendition from my friend)
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ind1c0lite · 1 year
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mwah!
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swiftmitsu · 1 month
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If you had to pick who would be your favourite sans and who would be your least favourite?
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so.
i think it's clear which of the two is my favourit--
AND I WOULD LIKE TO SAY. it isnt that i dont like Greaser, also it’s hard to pick my least favourite sans, man.
I JUST HATE HIS FFFFREAKING HAIR, DUDE.
i struggled for 30 minutes. just for his HAIR
this is the only Greaser drawing you’re gonna get from me.
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rush-the-stars · 4 months
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CIELO GOD GOD GOD GOD
happy new year vic <33333
gender neutral reader x war god morax/zhongli
cw: blood. biting? the reader is a captive of war. um maybe out of character morax....but im picturing him younger in his long life. a lil more hot blooded. you know.
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the sun is a bloody dash in the sky. an open wound from the heavens that turns the world crimson and russet.
it's fitting, for a day like this, with so much fighting, so much bloodshed.
the blood of gods gleams gold. it covers you. you are stained in it and in those last, burning rays of the sun, you shine and shimmer.
some of it is your own. most of it is not.
you sit primly despite it, with your knees tucked beneath you and your back straight. you sit serenely with your head poised in a graceful upward tilt— a refusal to surrender the last thing you have now; your pride. your knowledge.
you know something he doesn’t.
and, at the end, you have the pride and knowledge that you almost bested morax the dragon. morax, the god currently winning the archon war. morax, who has finally captured you.
your hands are bound with stone he'd (painstakingly) created. you feel the heat of their power, humming, burning into your skin. it is an attempt at subduing your own divine abilities.
when he appears before you now, he is dressed in black armor. his hair is bound up in a high ponytail, which reveals the chiseled lines of his face. the dragon scales along his temples gleam like precious stones. dark horns curl atop his head proudly, the dragon of this land, with his eyes like the center of the molten earth.
"tell me where you've hidden it."
his demand is met with silence.
you hold his gaze.
more silence.
it stretches long and thick between you.
you let it grow.
he lets out a heavy sigh eventually. and then he moves closer, only to stand over you.
you fall into his great shadow.
"you've lost. you're lucky i didn't kill you." he says and his voice is surprisingly gentle, low and smoky, a rumbling that settles somewhere deep inside you. "and now you can help me win this war and end it."
you turn your face away from him and he is met with your profile. more silence.
"stubborn little god, aren't you?" he hums and it is just shy of wry.
you tilt your head up, gaze focused away from him still, on the camp ahead. his camp of allied gods and mortals and adepti. you focus on the world beyond, as if you might see the hills of heather further on, or the sea itself.
"you'll save lives if you tell me where it is."
you want to look at him and ask why he thinks you'd help him—why his mortals should mean anything to you? why should you want him to win and end the war? but you force yourself to continue to gaze away, to bite back any words threatening to break free from the cage of your mouth.
and then there is a touch at your jaw, careful, almost delicate, as his fingers curl themselves around your face.
he forces you to look towards him, eye level for a moment with muscled thighs beneath onyx armor. and then he pulls your gaze up to find his own, smoldering gold in the evening sun. like the blood you're covered in. like the blood he has washed from himself.
"since you don't feel like talking, then listen to me well."
his thumb caresses your jaw the way a lover might. a careful pass over your skin.
"we can do this peacefully or with great difficulty. i am prepared to offer you freedom if you agree to join me and help me end this war; which is far kinder than i've been to many other gods that have been in your position now. or i will banish you to the dark sea and find what i need on my own.”
“how magnanimous of you.” you finally sneer.
calmly, he says;
“i thought so, too.”
you lurch forward like you might try to strike him, but the binds around your wrists constrict sharply, burning into your skin.
you cry out.
he steadies you.
“easy,” he murmurs, crouching finally to be on your level, face to face. “it hurts, doesn’t it?”
you feel heat in your face; humiliation or frustration. deep, horrible anger. and pain. searing pain that slips up the sinews of muscle in your arms. it tangles in your shoulders, sends pulses of anguish over your back, all over.
you don’t answer.
“i made them especially for you.” he admits. “i made them months ago—long before i caught you.”
“what makes you think i’d help you?” you bite out.
“your desire to be free?” he asks, “the promise of my protection and aid?”
"i don't need your protection—"
"no?" he asks lightly, "you were bested. you are captured."
you jerk your head away from his touch. his hand falls away and he stands again. he gazes down at you.
you snarl, "you are the only one who has done that. before you, i had not been—"
"then consider it protection from me. if you work with me, i will not harm you."
you inhale sharply. your anger constricts around your rib cage like a massive snake. your body aches with it. how dare he—
you force back another rash attempt at striking him.
instead, you gaze beyond him again, as if you could see the future now alongside those heather hills or swirling sea. you wrestle your anger until it will allow you to speak clearly.
you lift your voice and the breeze carries it, laced with venom;
"when i am archon, you'll beg to serve me loyally.
but i will curse you to live beneath the earth and you'll wander in an endless, dark maze. every time you believe you near what you search for, it will change before your eyes, and again you will wander. you'll search for eternity, never to find it.
once in a millennia, i will visit you, and i'll tell you this maze is your protection from me."
you turn to find his eyes. a fissure of heat—the air is charged and sharp with the tang of divinity. a bristling. you think his eyes darken, pupils narrowing to the slits of a reptile.
when he calls out, voice rising to that of a general, you catch the flash of sharpened teeth, "prepare the prisoner for transportation."
immediately, soldiers surge upon you.
"are we preparing them for the dark sea?" one asks.
morax stares hard at you.
"no," he says and when they pull you to your feet, you think about running. you think about shoving them off of you. you wonder how far you'd get or if stone binds would seize and paralyze you.
you wonder how well he had to know you to create them.
"where to then?" another soldier asks.
"to my quarters at the other camp. i will join you." he says.
momentarily, you are stunned.
"sir, are you sure—"
"make haste." he says simply, and then he steps to you, towers over you, even at your full height while standing now. and when he speaks again, it is softly and could be his own curse to you;
"the god isn't to leave my sights. i'll see to all of their needs from now on."
"i'll make your life hell." you promise.
his smile is almost amused, but his eyes are smoldering embers.
he lifts his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. his voice is even;
"just as you'll be archon?"
this time, when you lash out, you turn and sink your teeth into his hand. you bite to break skin. his blood floods your mouth.
(you have already gotten a taste, now you want it all—)
he wrenches his hand away, examining it, lifting it to his face to gain a closer look. it burns gold with his blood which slides down his wrist, over the slope of his forearm. he flexes his hand, the muscles jumping, strong and proud. your ring of teeth marks is like a halo along the meat of his hand.
"when i make you a muzzle, should i call it protection for me or for you?"
"i hope my bite scars you." you hiss.
he lifts his hand higher to the scarlet sun, bathes it in light. you catch a flash of fang from the corner of his wry smile.
"i hope it does, too."
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michsmeesh · 8 months
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quick jovier posting before i go to bed :3 did these for avi and lucas because......... yeah................................................
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 9 months
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self indulgent horross doodles just because i can >B)
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randomminty · 8 months
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I heard its her birthday and had a sudden urge to draw kirararararararrara
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drzone · 1 year
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Nicky….
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countryfriedcatboy · 4 months
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charles smith moment
creds; various unknowns, sick by jody chan, paramore, ari banias, gorgynei, anna ahkmatova, soapstore, akwaeke emezi, k.s janes, escuerzo resucitado, sumbluesspruce.
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