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araneapeixes · 21 days
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rare bg3 Tav moment coming from me to you with a doodle assortment. with a goth gf cameo of course
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agtavio · 7 months
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who we really are
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ryssbelle · 2 months
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Introducing to this jumbled up mess of a family: Lief! Hes actually already made his debut in a comic but he was easy to miss
Hes the stand in for Jades kid from @spjs fic Lost Opportunity which is so good ah, Jade is also their oc and I love her which is why shes here. I'm not gonna spoil anything more tho hehe
Well kind of. I have to explain the guy. I'll put it in the tags for those who wanna read the fic and figure out who Lief is standing in for lol.
Lief doesnt do much in the story up until the 3rd movies storyline, hes kind of just a fun silly guy in the background until then.
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He's around the same age as Poppy, so they were in school together, he hangs out a lot with JD, but when JD isn't around he'll go bug Floyd or Branch. Floyd doesnt mind entertaining him but Branch has trouble since Lief is a massive klutz, so hes afraid he'll break something or hurt himself.
#my art#trolls#trolls oc#n2 au#dreamworks trolls#not the only one au#trolls branch#trolls john dory#trolls poppy#hes been rotating in my head for a fat sec#okay so originally i wasnt going to really add him in#but i realized i didnt know what to do for the 3rd movie plot in some areas#like it needed more substance#and if youre reading the tag youre okay with spoilers cuz this will spoil the fic#but Leif is JDs kid#he stands in for branch in that fic where jd is secretly branchs dad its written so well dude#youll find me in the comments lmao#but ye so i have leif taking tiny diamonds place as a tag along#and he actually has more purpose as part of the perfect family harmony#im not gonna like shoehorn him in in scenes where he wpuldnt fit#lile hes not in the reunion scene between clay and jd cuz hed take it ofer cuz at that point jd would know leif is his kid#which he doesnt for a while#so leif being there would take priority in johns brain so ge couldnt fully focus on the reunion#also i just realized im spelling his name wrong in the tags but whatever#lief leif its all the same rn you know who im talking about#but yeah he also hangs back during scenes like bruces reunion with branch and floyd#and clays reunion with branch and floyd#and theres a character reason for it im not just having him not acknowledge them for no reason#the biggest reason im including this subplot of jd secret child and stuff is because#jd and floyd coming back changes one of the biggest conflicts of the film and i needed to add it back ive reached the tag limit so expln l8r
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marblerose-rue · 6 months
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requests from twitter ^_^
adderfang, goosefeather, dawnpelt
crowfeather, heathertail, frostpaw, sandynose
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somereallygreathair · 6 months
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pencilscratchins · 2 years
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found this comic that i forgot to include in the kevin & the wonder twins zine! i think jack should have the ability to create little friends and i think if billie had been god (like they should have been,) they would have let jack have that power. [ID in ALT]
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if-mirrormine · 9 months
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the morning after
summary: the follow up to drunken confessions
pairing: grayson x mc
word count: idk bestie alot
based on the request: you had a drabble that was grayson drunkenly confession his love to mc at a party and it was chefs kiss and i remember sending an anon message saying that i think a follow up of the next day would be amazing. i can't find the ask anymore but think in my original anon message it was something like they talk about it and mc reciprocated and they get together the next day (yay fluff) and it's either the day before or the day of callies birthday party and they're planning on telling everyone at the party but oh no mc never shows up and grayson only got to live his dream for a few hours before mc goes missing for 10 years be (yay angst). You replied like "sounds like a good drabble idea" and bestie I haven't stopped thinking about it since
**unedited//this is kinda all over the place and idk how good it really is but i think my eyes will start bleeding if i look at it any longer**
request a drabble here!
grayson wakes with a start and a pounding in his head that rocks his senses. he pauses, willing his headache away and failing miserably. groaning, he slumps back onto the bed and drags a hand through his hair.
he feels movement beside him and squinting in the harsh light of the morning, he sees mc sitting next to him on top of the duvet, their laptop on their lap. they pause their work to smile at him.
"morning, sleepyhead!" they say as they reach for a glass of water on the side table and hand it to him. "i was wondering when you'd rise from your coma."
he takes the glass and drinks from it greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. "what time is it?"
they hum. "a little past eight."
he groans again, leaning over the mc to put the glass back on the side table. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?
they scoff before going back to their work. "you don't think i tried? you sleep like the dead, gray."
he hums in reply and lies back down on his pillows, his arm slung over his eyes. now that he's more awake, his headache has worsened to a steady throbbing behind his eyes. his mind drifts back to the night before and everything he did to get to where he is now. he remembers the party and drinking way more than he usually would, losing the mc somewhere along the way and reuniting with them. telling them he’s in love with them. twice.
embarrassment takes over, flooding his sense and twisting his stomach. he can’t believe he was so reckless, he should never be allowed to drink again. the thought alone of what they must think of him is makes him groan again, his face buried in hands.
"gray?" they say, nudging his side. "you okay over there?"
i don't think i'll ever be okay again, he thinks to himself but all that manages to come out of his mouth is a muffled, petulant no.
they shuffle on the bed next to him, the old bed frame creaking slightly and he peeks out from under his arm to see them leaning over him. "is it your head? i think there's some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet, if you want." he's quick to shake his head, groaning when that only exacerbates his headache, and they chuckle softly. "only you would martyr yourself over a hangover," they tut, staring down at him in amusement. "wait here, i'll go get them for you."
they're off the bed and out of his room before he can even comprehend it. with another groan, he sits up and, glancing down at himself, he realises that he's in pajama bottoms and one of his sleep shirts. he barely remembers getting home let alone changing into sleepwear which means the mc mustve done it for him. somehow that's even more embarassing than his drunken confession.
"here you go, gronk," they say, suddenly reappearing next to him with two white tablets and his half filled glass of water. he takes the medication and swallows it down in one fluid motion before turning to look at his best friend with a critical eye. they don't seem to be out of sorts. there's no pity in their eyes when they look at him, put off by the idea of him being in love with them for the past six years. no, it's as if the whole thing didn't even happen. they're still mc, he's still grayson. best friends. nothing more, nothing less. for all his hoping though, he knows that's not the case.
"so," he starts, clearing his throat, his anxiety at the situation rises to new levels. "about last night -"
"you mean your love confession?" they clarify and his eyes widen exponentially. this can't be real, he thinks. lord, if you're out there, kill me now please. despite his embarrassment though, they can't keep from smiling at them. "i was wondering when you'd bring that up."
"i- um... i-i don't know what you're talking about," he says quickly, his face burning red and his eyes anywhere but their face.
they pout at him, reaching out to take his face in their hand. "don't chicken out on me now, donohue. you know how long i've been waiting for you to finally say those words?"
he's looking at them now, only half because they're forcing him to by holding his face, and he can't believe the loving smile on their lips. "what?" is all he manages to get out and it makes them chuckle, his cheeks somehow getting even warmer.
"gosh, do i need to spell it for you, gray?" they move their hands from his face to his shoulders, where they proceed to lightly shake him, mindfully of his pounding head. "i love you too!"
"you do?" the words don't make sense in his ears, in his mind. the mc loving him? no, that can't be. he must be going deaf. or crazy. yeah, definitely crazy. sure, he's a little young to be going senile already but there's obviously no other explanation, right?
they laugh again and return their hands to his face. without another word spoken between them, they pull him close, kissing him softly and stealing all the air from his lungs.
he freezes momentarily, unable to comprehend that this is truly happening, but his hands are settling on their hips and pulling them closer. im dead, he thinks. ive died and gone to heaven.
it feels like an eternity has passed before they pull away. still stunned, he peels his eyes open to look at them, that smile of theirs that he loves so much spurring one of his own into existence.
"believe me now?" they quip and he shakes his head slowly, his lips parted and still tingling.
"no," he says, breathless. "maybe if you kissed me again."
amused, they lean forward and give him a peck on the lips, so quick it might as well have not happened at all, and he pouts, following after them when they leave.
"don't tease me," he whines and their smile widens slightly. "why didn't you say anything?"
they shrug. "i was too nervous. guess that makes us even, huh?"
he wraps his arms around them and pulls them onto his lap, resting his forehead against theirs. "say it again."
they hum, their arms going around his neck. "that i love you?"
"yes."
"i love you, gray."
"i love you more."
they're about to protest when he kisses them again. he kisses them long and soft, like he's wanted to every day for past six years and he doesn't stop until his lungs are empty. and even then, he attempts to go back for more.
laughing, they press their index against his lips as they sit back on his lap. "easy tiger," they say. "don't want you suffocating on me."
again, he pouts. "'m making up for lost time." he doesn't know where the boldness - or the neediness - comes from but he chooses not to think about it too much. he's waited for this moment for a long time and now that's it here, he doesn't want it to end.
"sorry, gray; ive gotta put my foot down here," they laugh. "ive got a busy day of errands and you're already late for class."
"i can miss one class," he attempts but they simply shush him again, now using their whole hand to cover his mouth.
"not on your life, mister." against all of his muffled protests, they climb off his lap, moving to the other side of the bed where their laptop sits, turning it off before looking back at him. "youve waited so long, what's a few more hours until callie's party?"
he shakes his head vehemently, ignoring his headache for time being. "nope, can't do it," he insists. "i'll die before then."
"you're so dramatic," they say with a roll of their eyes before moving to kiss his forehead. "school first. and then i'm all yours at seven."
"do you promise?"
"pinky swear."
hooking his pinky finger around theirs, he can't keep the smile off his face. "okay. seven o'clock then."
"seven o'clock," they agree and with one last chaste kiss, he watches them climb off his bed and leave his room, laptop in hand. he lies back down and rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his face into a pillow and screaming in excitement.
he can already tell that this is going to be a great day.
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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This photo was life-ruining for me(and @sweatyflytrap ) honestly....
#wanna make a comp of bahrain 2010 for both seb and nando tbh#probably seperate but#there was something in the air that weekend!!!!#i was religiously looking through seb pics from this race the other month to draw statue seb#and was super enamored w him aasjkfkgl but didnt look too much depeer cause i didnt wanna spoil the podium#and then i finally got here and damn nando looked fucking majestic on the podium#like i was absolutely dying making those gifs bcs he just looked so beautiful#<- i actually made a comp of all the close up shots bcs bark bark bark 😵‍💫😵‍💫#AND THEN I GO LOOK UP THE PICS AND MY GOD 🫠🫠 LIFE RUINING#this pic is from before race day obviously but like smth was in the air no?????#all the podium pics live in my head rent free. golden and shining and beautiful#but i also downloaded like...100 pics of him from this race so jusy this one seemed pretty baseline to post#but just know. bahrain 2010. haunts me.#as i said im so irritated it wasnt a vett/onso podium bcs my god both of them were slaying that wknd#well yeha. there's my rant. maybe ill make a comp :)#smth also that i find funny is that he was pretty stubbly for the whole wknd but then#shows up for the race itself smooth like a dolphin....HE KNEW!!! HE KNEW HE HAD TO SLAY!!! HE KNEW HE WAS GONNA BE ON THAT TOP STEP#*lmao maybe my comp post would be titled: 'pics from the 2010 bahrain gp that were life changing'#im looking back at the podium pics rn and its just insane how youthful and bright and pretty he looks#also abt this specific pic. his lashes his big cow eyes his pink lips his fluffy hair GODDDDDDDDS#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#we do a little bit of f1#2010 bahrain gp
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enderwoah · 1 year
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you cannot be telling me that after all this, after all these wars and deaths, after november 16th and the whole ordeal with revival and ghostbur and hitting on sixteen, that WILBUR SOOT is the 'who lives' and TOMMY AND TUBBO are the 'who dies.' im wrapping my hands around c!wilbur's neck ARE YOU HAPPY NOW. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED
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Me: //brushing up on my old Paperhat fanfics to make sure I'm getting details right for the new one//
Me @ my past readers:
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dizzybizz · 1 year
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ok but what if i was a huge kaeya stan, what then
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s0fter-sin · 4 months
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metalhead ghost who’s been in moshpits since he was a kid and is now a veteran of the scene and the self appointed look out. he keeps an eye out for anyone falling or passing out, kicks the shit out of anyone crowd killing or putting their hands where they shouldn’t
and he’s been keeping an eye on the punk in the kilt since he saw him throw himself headfirst into the wall of death
he looks like the type to start shit - loud and aggressive as anyone else here but a punk doesn't end up at a metal show for no reason - but there's also something niggling at him that he's gonna end up getting himself hurt. and ghost can’t tell if he’s going to do it on purpose
if he does, ghost needs to know. he uses these places as an escape - the music, the violence, the community - always has and he knows all to well how easily an escape can curdle and become destructive. he’s seen too many people lost to the darker parts of the scene, almost lost himself to it; he doesn’t want it to happen to anyone else if he can help it
so when he sees the punk sweating his mohawk off, his movements becoming looser and uncoordinated, he has no issues with yanking him out of the pit and pulling him away from the crowd; pushing him up against the venue wall and ordering him to open his mouth
the glaze that falls over his eyes concerns him even as he obediently lets his mouth fall open. he was right; the punk’s severely dehydrated, tongue and gums far to pale and along with the look in his eyes, he half-thinks he’s about to drop
he reflexively tightens his hold on his jaw to keep him up and the punk shivers, a flush creeping up his neck. an almost confused arousal joins the haze in his eyes and ghost smirks beneath his mask
looks like metal shows aren’t the only thing the punk is new to
#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost has a split tongue bc i said so#and soaps mohawk is overgrown and fluffy as hell running down the back of his neck#once ghost forces water down his throat soap comes back online and is his usual self and ghost starts to like him even more#he likes having someone that can go toe to toe with him#i wish i knew more about the scene so i could expand this but i dont know shit about punk or metal culture lmao#i do know itd be mid 20s soap and late 30s early 40s ghost and soaps just self destructing#wanting to be an artist but hes being strangled both by his family who think its a waste when hes so mathematically smart#and by the artistic community who hate his pieces for being too chaotic and non traditional#ghost keeps running into him at shows and he recognises that self destruction all too well#and he sees him declining and knows if he doesnt step in no one will#he was a drug addict after getting caught up in abusive relationship with roba#and it was only his brothers death that pulled him out of his spiral#he doesnt want death to be the end of this spitfire punks story#soaps also got that classic catholic guilt internalised homophobia going for him#hes only ever known the bad parts of the scene he didnt know there was anything different#until ghost introduces him to price and nikolai whove been together longer than hes been alive#and to gaz and farah and alex who make no secret of their love for each other and soap realises just how deprived he is of healthy love#not when his parents barely stand him not when his sister only got married when she fell pregnant and they forced her into the church#with a man she hardly knew just so they could keep their reputation#just ghost showing soap theres more to life than violence and hatred and theres so much love for him to discover#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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shokupanda · 9 months
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adastra's maned diplomat, scipio
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smithsparker · 11 months
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family dinner
Sokka had been so excited for today, and he was convinced everything would be fine. But it was not fine. Actually, it was horrible. And the worst part was that it wasn’t even that bad. No, Sokka realised, his father and his boyfriend were just extremely stupid.
or, zuko thinks hakoda hates him. hakoda thinks zuko hates him. sokka is so tired.
[read on ao3]
written for @zukkaweek day one: modern au | family drama
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creaturefeaster · 6 months
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wet & cold
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todayisafridaynight · 9 months
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barely four hours into the new month and im already silly
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