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arjengelly · 6 months

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#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha 403 #deku #kacchan #dynamight #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #between the raindrops

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maimedmarshal · 2 years

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Between the Raindrops

Kotallo bent over the table, his hand braced just shy of the rebel clan pieces he had placed on the holographic table in the recreational room he’d commandeered as a command center. He rolled his shoulders, the ache from his amputated left arm traveling across and keeping the muscles there too taut from hours spent poring over data to help Aloy in her mission.

The Tenakth Marshal let out a pained sigh and pushed away from the table long enough to grab at the stump of his arm with his hand. Even massaging the leftover muscle there did nothing to ease the sharp pains he was oft afflicted with over the course of a day.

Upon hearing familiar footsteps approaching, he was quick to let go of his injury and school a stoic expression onto his face once more. Of course, all the stoicism in the world never could really prepare him for Aloy. Seeing her was like catching a breeze on a too warm day or feeling the first rays of sun in the icy mountains.

“Aloy,” he greeted with a nod of his head. “You are well?” he asked even as he scanned her for injuries. It seemed she had new scars each time she returned to The Base. Kotallo longed to join her, to be part of her battles. But it was here she had need of him. Until she said otherwise, he would not force his own desires upon her. There were plenty of others who did that in her life; manipulating her actions to suit themselves even as she worked hard to selflessly save them all.

@warpaiint

#warpaiint #- for aloy #BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS

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aquacomet · 1 month

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Week 8 @daycarefriendpickup magma art! 🌙💐

Did a bunch of assorted doodles this week including a bit extra to the froggy saga from last week. The lucky frog has a name now so say hello to Raindrop! Also doodled up some stuff for Lumen, if there's merch for the others shouldn't the little guy have some of his own? A little light up plushie seems fitting for a nightlight bot.

Credits to @crabsnpersimmons for their Rain or shine AU! (Also thank you to Eggcromancer and Pineconecrows for inspiring the idea for the flower Moon art!)

🐸 Bonus comic below for "frog attack!!"

#aquadoodles #magma/aggie doodles #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf moon #fnaf sea slug au #sea slug sun #fnaf oc au #Lumen oc #Rain or shine AU #aqua sona #so I made a brush setting I like to doodle little things with and used the little comic to test it #funniest thing is that the comic progressively got more panels as I was switching between doodling Raindrop #Moon didn't stand a chance hdsajkf #I'm possibly plotting something with the cosy doodles later

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oblako · 1 month

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absolutely obsessed with the visual execution of this part like are we all seeing this...

also these two panels:

#i love yoo #most of the chapter actually it's really really well done #really i could add like 8 more panels to this post bc the flashback alone is just stunning #how it goes from black and white to red to blue then back to black and white!!! AUGH!!!!#the way rand's face/expression is hidden from us except for when he glances back at yui #the tear/raindrop running down on his face!!!#yui's hand hovering on kousuke's neck as she leads him away!!#her victorious smirk the direct stare!!!!#KOUSUKE'S EXPRESSION OH MY GOD #and 'time's up' in nessa's note i just. AUGH AUGH AUGH :(((#and yui's wig looking like some sort of husk or skin she puts on #and i'm especially obsessed with the panel with rand in the door #how he confronts her but still doesn't dare enter her den #how he's standing in the light but his expression is shrouded in darkness as he faces her #how we don't see either of their expressions #and the composition!! all that dark empty space between them #the darkness of yui's room on rand the light from rand's door on yui #love it when quim let's the visuals speak for themselves without much text just mwah #x

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sageofthestarz · 4 months

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Looking through my wips rn thinking ya'know maybe I am a whore at heart

#My google docs is almost out of storage #between dnd and writing ita screwed #I have three I'm jumping betwen when inspo strikes #Raindrop ofc my beloved #somw angsty SwissTom shit #and a very new to the pack Dew messing around with someone for the first time #Its Ifrit #I love Ifrit I don't talk about him enough #I have my own versions of the characters in my head that have very specific backstorys that i hope to write into some long form fic #Dew had a very rough time being tossed around in the pit bwteen work or in general #Ifrit shows him that sex is meant for pleasure and love for not only the other person but himself #its really sappy #and sweet #and really really emotional tbh its why i cant finish it #I think im projecting too much onto them #might keep that Ifrit one private tbh #im rambling goodbye

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czgif · 9 months

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Miroslav Macháček and Rudolf Hrušínský (II) in Love Between the Raindrops (Lásky mezi kapkami deště) 1980, dir. Karel Kachyňa IMDB

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roaring-at-the-sky · 25 days

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Wally West is so Knight of Swords (and The Chariot but I think speedsters in general could fit that) coded. I'm not too interested in tarot but the symbolism gets to me.

The Knight of Swords (Upright) is to be impatient, to be direct and ambitious. To pursue a goal. Wally is someone who has chased the legacy of the Flash and, though strife, achieved it. Lived up to it and carved his own legacy out of the name. He'd end the world to save someone, he'd die so that someone else wouldn't 10 times over, and he'd do it in a moments notice because he has to.

Those same traits reversed leads to the time between that. Rude and tactless, bullying and arrogant. Wally constantly puts his own foot in his mouth. He lashes out to other people for his own issues, he'd rather make an enemy than make an ally out of himself. He scantly does any self introspection, he can be in the wrong and know he is but not address it anyway.

He's an absolute clusterfuck of a person. He needs to live up to Barry's legacy, he wants so badly to be just like him, but he can't (and makes it everyone elses problem). He's also insanely loyal, each time he loses someone he either rips the world apart to get them back or fundamentally changes himself as a person if he cannot. He's the chosen one of the speedforce-he also could never become something that he himself is proud of.

#dc #wally west #i think the chariot could apply to most speedsters as it can symbolize the relationship between them and the speedforce #control and power vs well. the opposite of that #theyre so single raindrop within an ocean of time coded

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nik-the-bik · 2 years

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A Game We Used to Play - The Owl House Fanfic

Summary: Young Philip Wittebane and his brother on a Witch Hunt.

A very short idea inspired by the thought,"Hey, wouldn't this have some fucked up implications for the present day story if this was a thing?"

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“Shhh, do you hear that?” Caleb whispered, holding his arm out to stop his little brother.

“Hear what?” breathed Philip, frozen in place.

“It’s the Head Witch’s siren song.”

“Head Witch?” Philip gasped, eyes widening. He gripped the large stick that his brother had tossed him tight against his chest.

“Ay,” answered Caleb, solemnly. He creeped forward slowly, and with a flourish cupped his hand to his ear. “A Head Witch in charge of a foul coven of witches.”

“A whole coven?” Philip asked, excitement coursing through him. Caleb turned back towards him, Philip saw his favorite glint in his brother’s eye – he knew his brother had something excellent planned. “Will we find a whole coven, Caleb?”

“A few members, at least,” he replied, crouching to the ground and drawing a diagram in the dirt with his own stick. “But if we take the Head Witch, we weaken them all.”

“I’m ready to destroy the entire coven of witches!” cried Philip, brandishing his stick like a sword and slashing through the air.

Caleb smiled warmly at his little brother. “Slow yourself, Philip. You are still training, after all.”

“I do not need to train.”

“Do not let pride get in the way. When fighting dangerous witches, you must be cunning. They are the sworn enemy of mankind for a reason – they will trick you and tempt you in order to destroy you,” Caleb warned, pacing the small clearing in the woods the two boys occupied. Being a few years older, Caleb reveled in playing the sage mentor. “Now – resist the siren song of the Head Witch. They are trying to lure you into behaving foolishly with their musical spell.”

“I hear no such thing!”

“You need to be more diligent, Philip,” said Caleb, eyebrows raised knowingly. “Their song is purposefully soft – softer than the whispers between raindrops – you must listen carefully, lest you fall victim to their treachery.” Caleb’s fingers playfully danced through the air, and Phillip stared at him, breathing in every word. “If you cannot hear their song, you cannot resist their magic.”

Philip paused, trying to hold his hand to his ear like his brother did before him. “I think I hear something,” he fibbed.

“Excellent. Now follow me,” Caleb called, running deeper into the woods. Philip laughed as he pursued his brother, who dashed between the trees and ducked behind them to hide before running the opposite way, luring Philip to chase him further and further. The game was on, and witches or no, Philip was going to conquer alongside his brother. Even if all they conquered was a few feet of forest.

Caleb came to a full stop a few feet ahead before turning and gesturing to his brother to divert course. The two boys took cover behind some large bushes.

“Is it the Head Witch?” Philip whispered. Caleb simply nodded and put a finger to his lips. While his brother tried to peer above the tops of the bushes, Philip tried to position himself to look through them. “Where are they, Caleb?”

“A few dozen yards up ahead,” whispered Caleb, turning his gaze back down to his brother, brow furrowed. “Now listen carefully to my orders, Philip, so that we can take them by surprise and – “

“I already have an idea!” interrupted Philip, whose eyes had caught a large tree a little ahead of them that he knew he could easily climb.

“Shhh, wait! There’s too much you still do not—”

“But I can just – “

“You will not interrupt your commanding officer.”

Philip became visibly frustrated. “Commanding officer?”

Caleb tilted his chin defiantly. “Yes, as the Witch Hunter General in charge of this assault—"

“Why am I never the Witch Hunter General?” Philip whined.

“Because I am the eldest, and therefore in charge of you,” Caleb replied, now dropping the stealth act entirely.

“I want to be in charge. I want to be the ruthless General like you.”

“But Philip! You too are an essential figure in this battle – you are my right-hand man, my ever-faithful Golden Guard!”

“I don’t want to be the Golden Guard.”

Caleb gasped, hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “You don’t? Maybe I should command you to complete a dangerous quest, to force you to prove your fealty to your brother!” he cried, pointing his mock-weapon into the face of the younger boy.

The child didn’t even flinch. “I think I should get to be the Witch Hunter General this time, while you stand as my Golden Guard.”

Caleb laughed. “Perhaps someday.” His grin became mischievous as he got on one knee in front of Philip. “Perhaps when you are eldest,” he teased, poking the tip of his little brother’s nose.

Philip pouted. “Impossible. I don’t think that’s funny.”

“Perhaps when you’re a man, then,” answered Caleb, softer now, as he tucked some loose hair out of Philip’s eyes. Philip’s pout lessened. “But first we must continue our training.” He rose, holding his stick aloft. “We must show these witches we will not succumb to their evil! Shall we join the hunt?”

“Rah!” cried Philip, grinning again, chasing after his brother who once more darted through the woods. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, but his brother ran faster. He was desperate to catch up. He ran with all his might as his chest began to ache, the steady rhythm of his panting abruptly ending as he tripped over a vine, collapsing face-first into the dirt.

“Philip?”

Caleb was by his side in a flash, propping him up off the ground and inspecting his chin, his hands, his knees. “Are you hurt, Philip?”

Philip could only sniffle and nod.

“Come on, it’s time we go in,” Caleb said, hoisting his little brother into his arms and marching back towards home.

“But the Head Witch!” moaned Philip.

Caleb shushed his little brother, running a hand through the hairs on the nape of his neck. “We’ll do battle with the witches next time, my Fearsome Little Hunter."

#the owl house #toh #the owl house fanfiction #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #yes the mention of a Siren Song and ''Whispers between Raindrops'' was me trying to sneak in a Raine Whispers joke #i love the visual that comes with their name sooooo much #nikki tries to be a writer #sfw #anyway wouldn't it be fucked if belos was just living out a fantasy that he and his brother would have invented but roles swapped #it raises more connections to the collector and his obsession with games and also calls back luz's initial problem with her fantasies and #anyway idk if this will ever be canon but it will be to me

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revasserium · 1 year

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Sorry to ask all of a sudden, but I've been having this thing where whenever I'd go to write, like I'd open the Google docs page and I'd get ready to write I freeze. I get this fear. Have you ever had that before?

don’t be sorry!!! i can’t stress enough how much i love talking to you guys <3 on anon and off!

hmmm i guess it depends on what you mean by “fear”? are you afraid of like the physical act of writing itself or afraid that you won’t write anything “good” or??? bc i’ve def had times (actually today is a p good example; i haven’t written in like 2 days ish, and i was scrolling thru all my fragments of writing and trying to figure out what to write cause i knew i WANTED to write, but i didn’t feel anything “grab” me) where i feel vaguely uninspired and like i know that if i do start writing, it’ll kinda be a slog and i prob won’t be happy w what i write that day anyways.

but those r the days that i really force myself to write. bc i know that i gotta push thru it, and that just the act of making myself write on the days i don’t want to or feel really “blocked” or uninspired will make me a better writer. and obviously, it doesn’t gotta be that srs for you haha. u don’t have to be good at something to enjoy doing it ! :) and never let anyone tell you otherwise.

but for me, i love writing and i like being able to look back and see my own progress as as writer.

so yeah, it can be scary sometimes, but what’s the worse than can happen? you write something and you don’t like it? so what? u write something that you like and someone else doesn’t? you could be the most delicious apple in the entire world and there’s gonna be some fucker out there being like ‘kay but i like oranges better’ lasldfkjsd

and literally some of my favorite one-liners come from pieces that i really wasn’t feeling in the beginning. and MOST of the time, even with the fics i post here, i’ll write the entire thing, and feel like i got in ONE good line. maybe two. u__u but i had to get through the entire rest of the fic to get to that one or two good lines.

in the immortal words of azumane asahi “just one point, i think we can get that” — so think of it like this, you just gotta put one word down, and then another one. one sentence, and then another one. and if you don’t like it, don’t worry about it right now. run with it. see where it goes. and if you really don’t like it at the end, don’t post it, delete it, print it out and burn it and scatter the ashes into the wind. but don’t let the fear of not being able to make something “good” stop you from just doing the thing. <;3

#writing advice #i am nothing if not passionate about killing the concept of /writers block / i have an entire rant about it somewhere LOL #and pls!!! come talk to me about writing anytime #if its about being scared or proud or anything in between #i am so passionate about ppl reading and writing i think its so damn important #i dont care if u read ‘good’ books or ‘bad’ books or if you write ‘good’ or ‘bad’ — the fact that ur doing it is important #and i am fucking screaming in the bleachers with those blow-up clappy things cheering you on #and i am so ! so ! proud of you!!!!#🌧 raindrops

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sharkinlovewithadolphin · 2 years

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by sharkinlovewithadolphin

Distraught by the decline in romance, Rin tries to be romantic himself.

Words: 992, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Free!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matsuoka RinNanase HarukaHazuki NagisaNitori Aiichirou

Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka

Additional Tags: One Shot, Tumblr Prompt, Romance, rin tries his best ok, he can't control the weather haru what do you expect

#free!#rinharu #harurin #sharkbait #fanfics #rinharu fics #shark writes #my writing #fic: between the raindrops with you #tumblr prompts

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fadedfromtheportraits · 2 years

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Okay, so minor spoilers for the last episode of s3 of TUA that will also probably only be understood by a very niche group of people with very specific childhood experiances

But HOLY SHIT IT'S THAT ONE PLOTLINE FROM THE LAST EPISODE OF MASTER RAINDROP

#the umbrella academy #tua s3 #tua s3 spoilers #master raindrop #the fact that this wasn't even a tag before 💀#if you watched minimax between 2009 and 2013 please talk to me #i mean #they even had the star thing and and the superpowers and and and the world saving ritual that actually kills you trope

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kolak-magiya · 2 years

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@tornscale asked:

Here, I’ll start the bath for you. (Tal to Melody)

It’s a common feeling when one’s been breaking fevers all through the night. “I desperately need a bath.” She’d stated, her voice groggy when she awoke late into the morning. Poor thing had been suffering a cold these last couple days, and it was a slow recovery even with rest.

“Oh.. Thank you.” She muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before blinking and watching Tal get up with a bleary expression, clearly still dazed from her fever. “...I would offer for you to join me.. but I’m not sure that’s wise. I don’t want you getting sick, too.”

#tornscale #;Melody #;Hold on and take a breath I'll be here every step Walking between the raindrops with you (Melody x Tal'um)#illness tw

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nyxqueenofshadows · 1 year

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the klapollo fic has made it into a word document! should be polished and posted by next week!

#ace attorney #my fanfic #klapollo #a hush (between the raindrops)#pretty happy with this one ngl #not queued #i write in pages and edit in word #just in case this makes no sense

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masatoshimori · 2 years

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