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heartshapelocket · 5 months
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stealingyourbones · 7 months
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Short DPXDC Prompts #931
Danny gets older and some aspects of his ice core start to affect his mortal body. One day he checks the mirror to see two bright blue bumps that are growing out of his head. In his panic, he flees to the Far Frozen to ask Frostbite what is happening. “Congratulations Great One! Your antlers are growing in!” His... What?
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milkbreadtoast · 1 month
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idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻
#orv#kim dokja#omniscient reader's viewpoint#my art#oh yeah i didnt have ref for this fkdnfn was going off memory of the last (first) time i drew him#i cant do a serious attempt tho bc i havent read the novel so i dont have a clear image of him in my head yet...#(dont want to just copy the webtoon design hastily... if it matches my image thats fine but... idk yet)#my main opinion on the webtoon design is he's too hot/ikemen tho KFJDKDJ (this is what i thought since the beginning)#its like BONES mp100 anime reigen.... kdj is like manga reigen to me /j#but who knows maybe if i catch kdj brainrot i too will start drawing him like a kpop idol out of affection...🤷🏻‍♂️#like the webtoon artist prob draws kdj pretty bc they love him sm#just like how i draw jys pretty bc of my brainrot...#so who knows maybe that will happen to me too🤷🏻‍♂️ time will tell#my main opinion on webtoon yjh (no one asked): CUTE BUT WHERES THE T1TTY BEL- *voice muffled as i get dragged away*#(copied most of these tags from twit too lazy to retype the commentary)#EDIT: i call him reigen jokingly bc theyre abt the same age but#kdj is also mob core to me....#in that theyre both protags that dont look flashy and look more like extras/'mob charas'#yet r irrevocably unequivocably the protags of their respective stories#(just as everyone is the protag of your own life! sieze ur narrative! etcetc🖤)#also. both black haired bowlcut havers KJDJS#kdj is reigen coded (derogatory) and mob coded (POS)#hes also a 'con man like reigen..... yep hes def still reigen coded
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elemental-plane · 4 months
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i was struck with a vision
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cop-graveyard · 5 months
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something so visceral about that moment when dean looks his nineteen year old father in the eye and you see absolutely everything. this is the man he could only ever disappoint who he was never enough for who punished him needlessly for nothing and who left him stranded and alone for twenty seven years of his life. but he is only nineteen and standing here right now he could have a whole other future. where he is kind and loving. and dean looks him in the eye and hands him a journal and says please write your own story. i am letting you go. jesus christ
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xemo-wc-08x · 23 days
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Bone maybe perhaps ?
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Bone
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todayisyourturntolose · 2 months
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this particular sketch has been plaguing my mind for a month or two so i gotta post it
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verxsyon · 9 months
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royal au hsr. dan heng il x royalty!gn!reader.
¡ contains leaks, nothing too major dw !
dh il’s voice line about vidyadhara customs is making me ill - the vidyadhara put their hand on someone’s forehead to greet them. ik it's a greeting, but hear me out here: it's like a sign of familiarity, like you gained trust from someone such as dh il.
ok ok, so reader sneaks out of the castle when they were younger and found a wounded dragon. after the dragon was taken care of, he touched their forehead to thank them. years later, dh il saves reader from monsters at their castle but he's in his il form and reader's like "are you gonna kill me too?" and he touched their forehead and said "it's you." I'M LOSING MY SHIT BYE—
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little-witchys-garden · 11 months
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Ima say it bone finders that dig up pet graves are FUCKING HORRIBLE AND I ONLY WISH THE WORST FOR THEM.
I saw a post about a girl who was heart broken just fucking inconsolable because someone dug up her fucking dog's grave and took her dog's corpse..
Now before you ask " oh maybe it was an animal?"
Nope, all the rocks were moved off the grave put in a pile near the grave and there was shovel marks in the dirt and the hole was just empty...
Update more info: she had buried the family dog in their favorite fishing spot, a spot she’d been going to with her dog and grandpa since childhood. The same spot they scattered her grandpa’s ashes.. the dogs grave and memorial stone was next to the grandpa’s memorials stone..... The grandpa's memorial stone was also knocked over along with the dogs memorial stone OnO
I can't imagine the pain of finding out the pet you loved was ripped from it's resting place, you have no place to mourn and no idea where they are or what someone is doing with them.
What's sad is there is a lot of stories like this and it's just heart breaking.
{ that doesn't even go over people stealing dead people's bones.. }
It's sick
Do not dig up people's dead pets
{ don't dig up people bones either }
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coffeebanana · 1 year
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Today's warm-up ficlet brought to you by me wanting to experiment with writing broken ribs. And it's complete enough to share as a tumblr snippet, so...enjoy!
“We’re almost there,” Marinette said, gently squeezing his arm. As if Adrien didn’t recognize the staircase up to his own apartment. Then again, nothing in his life really seemed the same anymore. Even this trip upstairs was more than he could handle. Each step jostled his broken ribs, and every breath was a fiery spike in his chest. The pillow he clutched to his chest did little to help. And not even his mind offered any distraction; his father’s betrayal was a whole other kind of pain.  If it weren’t for his friends—Marinette at his side, Nino following behind, and Alya waiting for all of them at the top—Adrien was sure he wouldn’t have made it. He would have given up halfway up the first flight of stairs. Or he’d still be at the hospital, struggling to put on his shoes. “You’re doing great, mec,” Nino encouraged, like a broken record. Adrien didn’t think he’d heard his friend say anything else all day.  You’re doing great—when Adrien could barely stand up on his own. You’re doing great—when he was seconds from bursting into tears. You’re doing great—after he almost snapped at Marinette for fluffing his pillow one too many times, and was tempted to do snap at Nino for daring to repeat the same lie over and over. Now, at least he was grateful for the words—how had Nino had the patience to put up with him all day? Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes, but he couldn’t let them fall. If he started crying, he wouldn’t know how to stop, and crying was another thing that hurt too much. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.  He’d forgotten that breathing to deeply was the worst pain of all. Adrien gasped midway up the next step, clutching the pillow closer to his chest. It was no use; the damage was done. The pain ripped out like a stone dropping into a pond—each wave was a little weaker than the last, but there was nothing he could do to hurry it along. “Let’s rest here for a minute,” Marinette suggested. Adrien wanted to argue—they were three steps from the top. What was the point?—but he couldn’t manage to speak. Instead, he succumbed to the tears slipping down his cheeks, doing damage control by means of taking shallow, steady breaths, trying not to feel anything that would spur the tears on. That became near impossible when gentle fingers wiped away his tears and delicate lips pressed against his cheek. Marinette too had been ridiculously patient. Impossibly tender. And she was Ladybug—that truth hadn’t had a chance to sank in, but it barely needed one. It just felt right. “Come on,” Alya said. Her words weren’t impatient, but they didn’t coddle him either. And that felt right too. It felt good—to know that at least one person wasn’t treating him like he’d break. “Three more steps,” she encouraged. “Then you can rest as much as you want.” That wasn’t really true. The pain didn’t go away even when he was sitting, and he doubted he’d be able to get much sleep. Plus, there were a hundred things he knew he’d have to deal with in the coming days—cops, lawyers, and the weight of Paris’ opinion, to name a few. But when he opened his eyes, Alya met his gaze with a friendly challenge. Marinette rubbed his arm, and Nino squeezed his shoulder. Three more steps.  He’d take one for each of them.
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soldier-poet-king · 9 months
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Thinking abt body horror as romantic. Body horror as intimate recognition of the self and the other and the other as the self. Body horror as an encounter with the divine.
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cassiopoet · 13 days
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Beauty/Death
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You smile at the deer eating grass by the underpass
you smile at the dead ones on the highway too
Beauty does not stop at death to you.
4/9/24 via @cassiopoet
art is mine :]
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stealingyourbones · 11 months
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Short DPXDC Prompts #734
Billy is screaming. He knows the Justice League are hovering over him and shouting instructions to medical personnel and questions to himself but he can’t focus on them. It feels like someone is cutting him open and making something open and bare. He’s unsure what the ‘Thing’ is but it’s VERY bad to have exposed.
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heatherfield · 5 months
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Farewell, Henri. We will meet again.—You never understood our love!
Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 2 “The Ghosts in the Graveyard” [x]
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left to decay
from my instagram @thespottednymph
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