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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 7 months

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Burn (Ascended Astarion animatic)

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THIS.

#not my art #but my gods I wanted to share it #astarion #tav #ascended astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3 animatic #animatic #spawn tav #hamilton #burn #burn animatic #hamilton burn #Youtube

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sexy-sapphic-sorcerer · 5 months

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all UK white actors exist on a scale from 'handsome squidward' to 'cow from barnyard' and 'rat' to 'frog'

#this has been sitting dormant on photoshop for over a year and it just occurred to me to share it somewhere #I'm open to suggestions but I know in my core that I'm right #tagging all these guys feels like hitting a beehive with a stick. but I live for drama #david tennant #richard madden #daniel radcliffe #henry cavill #robert pattinson #colin morgan #benedict cumberbatch #andrew scott #josh o'connor #nicholas hoult #jamie dornan #matt smith #tom holland #god these are all of tumblr's fav babygirls. sorry #obviously no offence to any of these guys. I don't want stans coming for me

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Prompt 101

The Fentons have created a machine! A wonderful machine that will reveal a ghost’s true form! So that everyone will see their trickery! They’ll see that the monsters they really are!

Now, to know what all went wrong, one would have to know some things about the ghost zone, and more specifically the area the Fentons had managed to punch through to.

For one, ghosts do not age like humans. Oh they might take a form similar to that of their death, which may appear as an adult or teen or something similar, but with how they can only die by the complete destruction of their core, theoretically a ghost could live forever once formed.

In fact, the equivalent of eighteen years for a ghost was one-hundred realms-years dead. And those years don’t always sync up with the years of the living world that one might open a door into. Thankfully, the Fenton’s world, being one of those synced closer to the Realms, only had a time dilation of a few seconds.

That being said, the area their portal had ripped into was incredibly rich in ectoplasm. And areas like that, were where newborn ghosts were formed and arrived. A ghost daycare of sorts, almost akin to a toddler area of the zone.

Which meant that when they shoot the Phantom-menace and other pesky ghosts to revert them into their true form, it isn’t exactly monsters that appear. Instead, there are now several ghost toddlers- or in the phantom-trio’s case literal babies- flying around. Very unhappy ghost toddlers.

What a horrible time for the Justice League to arrive. Though perhaps some would say it was actually perfect timing.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #all the rogues are bby #Danny is also bby #Justice League: Oh my god are these alien children why are there so many #Justice League: WHY ARE PEOPLE SHOOTING AT THE BABIES #Justice League dark is going to be freaking out #What do you Mean the government is hunting baby Realms beings?!#Do you *want* to piss off primordial beings holding worlds together because that'd do it!#Danny: *BitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYou*#Toddler Box ghost & Lunch lady: W-what if we... held hands a-and shared a sandwich-#TT about Skulker: THE BABY HAS A GUN- OVER!#“What?!”#TT: I will give you this lolipop for that gun #TT as Skulker cocks the gun: Or not this is a robbery now #Technus: I AM DA MASTER OF TECH-MOLOGY!#JL who just hear toddler baby babble: Aw Cyborg he likes you

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cowardlykrow · 3 months

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Despite herself, the Emma is wooed

#an anon wanted Paul and or Emma so here’s both!#just don’t look at the arms don’t do it stop it oh my god #alt captions: Getcha cup of autistic rizz #//Art request #this was the kinda piece where I knew it was going wrong but I was too stubborn to pause and fix it ✨#Paulkins #that’s the ship name right?#Paul matthews #Emma Perkins #Oh PS. all artist and non artist: Make sure to go to your visibility settings and turn on Prevent third party sharing!#will it help? who knows but at least you’ll have some proof you did not agree to the AI bs #starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #Jon has such…. such a face! I don’t think I can ever do it properly #the guy who didn’t like musicals #@staff 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎

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maomango-doodle · 10 months

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Playing around with the color wheel WEEE

#self-indulgent doodles babyyy #mostly a mix of pose studies and chibis #my fave color is green but im rly into pink lately #color palettes based on pride flags btw. except for the last doodle page #gender is like clay. its whatever i want it to be 🫶#half op vash and no op knives are so important to me #love me some relaxed/silly vw. sharing clothes or glasses #SOOOO normal about ww wearing vash's coat :DDD #and vash being comfortable enough to let his wings and feathers out around ww and not cover up his scars #also tryna come up with a name for legato-vash-midvalley trio. not even a romantic trio theyre just a couple of buffoons annoying each othe #midgatovash? legavashvalley?? VHS as in vashhornsummers?? valleybluestyphoon???#god im so bad at coming up with names.....#i'm mainly thinking of their dynamic in '98 but trimax also works #so much flavor to this trio imo #anyway. it's fun playing dress up with characters and trying to find what would fit their style and all. i wanna do more of that #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #millions knives #legato bluesummers #millionsummers #midvalley the hornfreak #shinxo art

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cannibalcarcass · 1 month

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I need yall to know how unbelievably healing it is to see such a wonderful sapphic relationship so blatantly shown like I cried the first time I watched this show

#i could talk FOREVER about them #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #like look at them guys!!!!#theyre so sweet #idk man seeing them just be so blatantly in love absolutely killed me i adore them #as a lesbian idk it was so wonderful to see them just be together and in love #they have a little hiccup in episode 7 and its basically fixed when charlie realizes how hard sharing that part of herself mightve been for #vaggie yknow just #idk dude im losing my mind i adore them #hazbin hotel #please talk to me about them oh my god #like look at how vaggie looks at her i-#look at how they look at each other!!!!!#im losing it!!!!#also nobody asked BUT #femme vaggie and butch charlie #i cant im losing it #vaggies whole “i want to be your armor” thing #idk if youve ever met a femme lesbian but uh #as a butch lesbian yeah that checks and also #fucking SCREAMING #the urge to protect and shield your loved ones??#seeing vaggie be not only portrayed as obviously the more femme of the two and desperate to protect charlie #warms my little butch heart idk man #i could go on forever tbh #v chronicles

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irradiatedrosegarden · 2 months

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dead money devotee til the day i die

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useeer · 2 months

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loosely inspired by this fanfic because i’m deranged and i want them

#venture overwatch give me a chance please fucking god #i want slow burn art friendship building up as they realize they both like each other stop this!!!!!!!!#want them to pretend nothings happening between them!!!! but they both share looks and touches #i have more art im drawing cuz i’m mentally ill #venture #overwatch #overwatch 2 #j draws #literally one chance please please please #on my knees #sloan cameron #self insert

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willowser · 1 year

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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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thekittyokat · 1 month

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you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah