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seenfull · 1 year
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potatodragon132 · 2 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HICCUP!!
My boi<3
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ksfd892 · 2 months
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Jumping on the Rory and Jess analysis train...
Jess generally doesn't abide by rules unless they make sense to him, and/or are important to people he cares about.
Rory likes rules because they make her feel safe. When she starts having feelings for Jess, she forgets about rules - case in point, impulsively kissing Jess at the wedding - and that frightens her a little. This impulsivity scares her at various other points in the series and Rory clings to rules as a result.
During the early seasons, Rory is afraid of uncharted emotion. Jess, while not necessarily afraid in the same way, doesn't know how to handle his emotions. He doesn't look to rules as Rory does, but has also never had any means to navigate. Both characters flounder when their emotions overtake them and both go the wrong way - Rory insists she doesn't need a set of rules when she drops out of college, and Jess rejects everyone and everything because rules and expectations have never done anything for him.
Later on, it's a kind of compromise which helps both. Jess tells Rory this 'isn't her' when he sees her in S6, and she is trying to be someone she's not. Rory goes back to school and remembers that she likes rules and structure, even if she is an adult and can question them a little. Jess, for his part, writes a book and works at a publishing house, able to take on some external responsibility without expecting the worst from everyone and nothing from himself.
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fleabag "this is a love story" voice: this is about suicide
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shootyrefutey · 1 year
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shimadaposting at 4am
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nexttrickanvils · 3 months
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kissing it better for shuharu! <3
“Ta-da!”
Haru smiled as she handed the newly embroidered handkerchief to Akira, proud to present a new product for Cafe Noir.
“It was a little tough at first to get the shapes right. But I think the design turned out cute.”
“I agree. I’m sure the customers will love these.” Akira said, smiling as he took in the details of the flowers and black cat faces
But his smile fell once he looked at her and noticed her bandaged fingers. He gently took her hands into his as he took a closer look. She’d chastise him for being so protective but honestly she was one to talk. Even with their time as Phantom Thieves in the past, they both couldn’t help but worry about each other.
“Don’t worry, they’re just a little sore right now. They’ll heal up quickly.”
“Hm… maybe I should help speed up your recovery.”
“Huh?”
Before she could ask what Akira meant, he began to place gentle kisses on each bandaged spot.
How embarrassing, she and Akira had been together for how long now? And he was still finding ways to make her blush like in their school days.
Soon enough, he looked up at her.
“Did that help?”
Haru giggled, “Yes. I feel so much better already.”
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wofwithhands · 3 months
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Tribe: Silkwing (flamesilk)
Name: Flambeau
what their physical appearance is: orange scales and wings, yellow eyes, and a thin scar on her nose that goes to the back of her jaw. Her coloration is that of a Flambeau butterfly. She has leather pouches that are kinda like Sundew's
Briefly what their personality is like: she is extremely protective of the jade winglet, specifically Carnelian (there might be a bit of a crush there), but is otherwise apprehensive when dealing with dragons.
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I have her duller clothes because that’s what flamesilks would’ve had to wear (and the butterfly is muted) but she just sort of looks like a mail girl😭
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darushi-chan · 9 months
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Day 3 of our favorite magical boy! 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 Gotta post here and the bird app before I finally get some sleep, giving a try to writting something spicy for this drawing on my Ao3 account, I'll post there after I get the dreams, Im to sleep deprived to see if what I wrote makes sense, lol.
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tatort-sideblog · 11 months
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Karow & Rubin Dein Name sei Harbinger
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Song: Thirteen by Icon for Hire
We're back and angstier than ever (I was having feelings and projected on Leo again)
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hailsatanacab · 2 years
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So for the made up fic title game I seriously feel like you could make so many from the lyrics if Scare Me by Ludo, pEAK DP vibes, but I wanna suggest either
Suddenly Bubbling Posthumous
Or
Spooky Breeze Breathin'
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Blood! Ghost! AAHHH!
Suddenly Bubbling Posthumous
All of these are gold but the first one is so fucking juicy, the mouth-feel of it is so delectable and I am incapable of choosing anything else, so here we go!
Danny Phantom, No One Knows AU, Sam's POV (tw blood) --- Here's what I'm thinking...
Danny's dead.
Everyone at school knows it. No one says anything, of course—or, at least, not where he can hear it.
People go quiet when he passes (hah), watching, staring, waiting for him to turn the corner before they erupt into furious whispers.
Danny's dead. Killed in his parent's lab. It was an accident, they say, he's lucky to be alive.
No one really believes it. They all know the truth.
That is, until a month or so into the semester when actual ghosts start attacking and people realise there's no way normal, average, so-scared-of-ghosts-he-disappears-at-the-mere-mention-of-an-attack Daniel Fenton can be anything like them. So they all move on (double hah) with their lives.
It becomes one of those school yard urban legends, you know the ones - the old principal was fired for hitting a student, Lancer rides a motorbike, the quiet guy in the back of class is a ghost. A joke that no one really believes.
But as she's always said, people are idiots—and while Sam may be a lot of things, she likes to think an idiot isn’t one of them. There's just too many things off with Fenton and yeah, ghosts might be mainstream now, but a living dead boy that has skin that burns like ice and a heartbeat that's far too slow to be normal has to be the most goth thing she can think of.
She measured it once you know, gritting her teeth against the cold bite of his skin.
They were partners that day. Tetslaff had them all record their heart rates before and after exercise and she got chewed out for not taking it seriously when she... politely expressed her concern over Danny’s readings. She took it right, she knows she did. Sure, she might have been swearing about it, but she maintains the detention was unwarranted.
Danny said nothing throughout the whole thing. Just shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck in that nervous way he always does when people look too closely at him.
So she does the reasonable thing and decides to set up a trap.
Tucker tries to stop her, of course he does, but you can't stop Sam Manson when she's made up her mind. It's probably the one thing she's glad she inherited from her parents—but so help her, she will throw hands with anyone that says it.
Proving Danny Fenton is a ghost is easier said than done.
The summoning she pulls off the Internet is a dud and Tucker tries his best to convince her it's because Danny isn't dead and there's nothing to summon, but really, how could they expect the first thing they find off of a wannabe witch's ten year-old blog post to be legit? The animated crows should have given it away, really. She blames herself.
Sam just has to try harder.
The ouija board doesn't work—she realises it's Tuck moving it when the "spirit" asks her if she wants to play Doomed instead—and nor does the spirit box she buys off of a site claiming to be the number one shop for aspiring ghost hunters.
Danny just laughs when he sees it. She swears his teeth are sharper than normal, his mouth too wide. When she flips the switch anyway the box squawks pitifully once and stops working completely. Waste of money.
They hold a seance during a sleepover, Tucker complaining all the while. It's quickly put an end to when Tucker leans too close to a candle and his beret catches on fire. Sam's convinced he did it on purpose, but even Tuck's not that stupid. After that disaster of a night, he won't let her use anything with an open flame. There goes her burning herbs idea.
In the end, it's only by pure, dumb luck that she finds out the truth.
They're in science class and the chemicals are out, so everyone's wearing goggles and looking supremely bored. Sam's been partnered up with Danny and for once she'snot miserable that Tucker’s in a different class, because now she gets to use the lesson for her own observation experiment.
It pays off when she watches him yawn, his head nodding forward as if he's going to fall asleep standing up in the middle of class, and the beaker full of sulphuric acid slips straight through his hands.
That's not a figure of speech.
One moment his hand is there, holding it like normal and the next his hand has vanished and all that's left of the beaker is bits of glass and acid soaking into their shoes.
It's not the first time he's done it (she's pretty sure he holds the record for most lab equipment broken), but it's the first time in a while and it's also the first time Sam's seen it up close.
It's confirmation enough for her. She's seen enough ghost fights to know what intangibility looks like! Even the knowledge that her favourite boots are ruined isn't enough to dampen her victory high.
That is, until she sees him bleeding.
He'd tried to catch it.
The beaker slips through his fingers and he snatches out with his other hand, quick but not quick enough and the beaker shatters on the floor. A shard bounces back into his hand, the cut a perfectly straight line along his palm that immediately drips... blood?
It has to be blood, right?
She's watching it come out of his hand so it has to be blood, but it's green, it's a lurid, neon green, and like what the fuck even is that because it can't be blood, can it?
She claps a hand over her mouth to hold in a whimper when she watches it start to bubble.
Lancer calls for everyone to evacuate the classroom while they just stand there, staring at each other.
Fenton looks terrified, eyes as wide as hers, his face as white as... Well. As white as a ghost.
What the fuck is she meant to do now?
She lowers her hand from her mouth and whispers the first thing that comes into her head, low and under her breath, "Living dead ghost boy says what."
"What?"
Foolproof.
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theclassiccake · 2 years
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may we please have headcanons for Hades, Captain Hook, and Dr. Faciller with an s/o who’s love language is gift giving?
Hades
Isn't sure how to respond at first. For a god, gifts or offerings are to be expected by mortals and followers. Then again.. Hades has been lacking in that department.
He's gotten the occasional pomegranate (cliché in his opinion) and slaughtered goat (a bit too messy for his taste). At those times, people beseeching him expect something in return.
But with you it's completely different, you've put a lot of thought and care into your gifts. Not once have you asked him for anything in return or expected a favor at all.
He may not fully understand why you bother to do such a menial task, though he appreciates it nonetheless. Even if he won't admit out loud, he can't help but love you for it.
Captain Hook
Either gets confused or overwhelmed with emotions when you start doing this. He doesn't know what to think of it.
Aside from Smee, no one's been this kind to him before. He can't even remember the last time anyone's given him anything let alone a gift.
Hook has a hard time understanding why you think he's worthy enough for gifts. His self-doubt keeps reminding him that he's not a good man and he doesn't deserve your kindness.
But you disagree. You're there to prove him wrong everytime and show that he is worthy of your love. Brings the guy to tears sometimes.
Dr. Facilier
Not an easy man to surprise, but you'll definitely catch him off guard by doing this. He'll most likely get teased for this by his shadow or other "friends", much to his annoyance.
Is a bit skeptical at first, thinking there's some other ulterior motive at play. Over time, he realizes that's not the case and it's just something you love doing.
He goes out of his way to return the favor even if you tell him he doesn't have to. If gift giving is your way of saying you love him, he wants to show that he loves you too.
It gets a little competitive for a while, with you two trying to one-up each other. Though by some unknown force, he manages to win almost everytime.
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skyland2703 · 10 months
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(If you're still taking these 👉)
Fanfic Title Prompt: "I don't want you to worry about what I've just seen, about where I've just been." Billy/Skull
Keep em comin👀
Title: I don't want you to worry about what I've just seen, about where I've just been
Rating: M
Pairings: M/M
Characters: Billy Cranston, Eugene Skullovitch, Adam Park, Jason Scott, Kimberly Hart
Pairings: Eugene Skullovitch/Billy Cranston
Additional Tags: Post Once&Always, Trauma, major character death, grieving, dealing with loss, drug abuse, illegal things, more additional tags to be added.
Summary: Nobody hurt Billy and got away with it. Skull made sure of that. But there was one field where he couldn’t help him out: ranger things.
More than twenty years of being together, and being in love had earned him the trust for Billy to confide in him, and tell him he was a power ranger. But he hadn’t found a way for Eugene to help him out in the field, no matter how much Eugene would pester him about it.
Skull felt sometimes, Billy was scared about losing him.
Because after Trini, they’d taken Tommy. And Billy seemed unable to cope with that. He’d taken to binge drinking in the past few days, and crying. Lots and lots of crying.
Skull knew he needed to do something.
Maybe counterfeit coins weren’t the right way to go, but it was all made worth it, absolutely worth it, when he came home to find Billy sitting on the floor, against the couch, in front of the TV which played news about the latest ranger sighting, with a broad smile on his face.
“I think it’s one of these new young ones” he said, excitedly, pointing to the orange figure on the TV screen, who had been caught in the footage of a CCTV camera at the bank, fighting and brutally destroying the very monster that had killed Tommy, and thrown its remains in the trash. The footage was blurry, it wasn’t easy to make out anything about the character, but Billy seemed to be enjoying.
Skull placed an arm around his shoulder, and settled down next to him to watch the beat down covered by the news on the first ever, “mysterious orange ranger” and chuckled, “you seem happy?”
“That’s the bugger that killed Tommy.” Billy said.
And Skull nodded. Sure, it wasn’t the right way to deal with things, counterfeit powers were a lot more dangerous than the sellers on black market advertised them to be, but he knew what he was doing. And it was all worth it, just to see that smile on Billy’s face.
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Really sorry I couldn't contribute sooner but oh well it is what it is
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Here's my piece for the phmonth (by the lovely @phmonth2022 ) for today's Golden trio prompt - summer 🌞
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myartsing · 1 year
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Hmmmm speaking of Pokemon scarlet and violet request, you can draw a Maushold family eating cheese haha
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Family feast :)
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klumpypotamus · 1 year
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Daily O’Brien Life Cycle - Stage 2: Beetle. The Larva grows legs, and it's soft, spongey body hardens into a tough, dark carapace. 13/04
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