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geezerwench · 10 months
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We don't deserve dogs. ❤️
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lionfloss · 1 year
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akazelle · 8 months
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My redraw of this new Sigma official art!
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ghostadjacentfae · 1 year
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Little angy baby man Danny hours
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irritablepoe · 6 months
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Happy Birthday to the most babygirliest Ango Sakaguchi💜😌
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controlmyfeet · 2 months
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i took this picture
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months
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arctic monkeys on mtv valencia, 2010 (x)
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abirddogmoment · 5 months
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Shaped
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the-moogs · 11 months
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I saw this engayged sign on someone’s house the other week when I was walking my dog and needed to draw this HAPPY PRIDE ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖
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geezerwench · 1 year
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sugarpasteltmnt · 2 months
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(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u)
CRYING I LOVE SWANATELLO AHHHH 💜💕😭💞💖💘😭😭💜💕💗💜💖💘‼️‼️ omg I’m a big fan of your aus ;w; and I love Swanatello holy cow your brain is so beautiful like your art style 😭💘 I hope you find your boi!!! 🥺
But fr if ‘Void’-Leo ran into Leo first, he’d probably point and laugh either because 1) this dude lost his brother lmao or 2) he’s laughing at HIMSELF for hallucinating this scenario rn (because he’s a little coo-coo. A little insane in the membrane)
But if ‘Void’ ran into Swanatello first… i could see one of two things happening—
Leo is so Shook he just has the dial-up sound playing in his head, or through a silly exchange of “Lake?” “Key??” “Lake!” “Key!” the two establish a buddy system to look for their respective Things together
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iamacolor · 5 months
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she's so dramatic i am in love with her, get in line seowon
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lunarelly · 7 months
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sure he has committed an atrocity or two but have you even considered that maybe he is also just a funny little guy??
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fyodorkitkat · 7 months
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zhonks · 11 months
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- Valse sentimentale - Fyodor D. x ballerina!fem!reader
When Fyodor meets a charming girl who asks him to play cello for her
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Words : 1414
Warning : none
Tags : fluff ? She/her!reader Falling in love/ love at first sight, cringe and cliché, Mentioned Nikolai, tried to make it romantic. Maybe a little bit OOC.
A/N: There will probably be some mistakes in this fic I apologize! English isn’t my first language 🩷
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Fyodor wasn’t the type interested in romantic relationships, that was before he met her, in a music shop. He was searching for a recording of his favorite Tchaikovsky songs when his shoulder bumped into hers, causing him to drop the CD he was holding. She apologized immediately, worried she could have hurt him.
“- Oh ! I’m so sorry ! Are you okay ? Wait let me get that for you!”
Before he could even respond she was kneeling to fetch all of the fallen CDs.
“- No need to apologize dear, I should’ve been more careful” he lowered his head, bowing a bit as to excuse himself.
She handed him the CDs, allowing Fyodor to see what music she had purchased, he smiled :
“-Tchaikovsky, huh ? Good taste”
She glanced at his pick,
“-So you’re also a fan ?” She laughed.
“-I guess you could say that” he retrieved the CDs from her hands.
The girl felt a chill go up her spine as her hand brushed his, of course, he noticed she tensed up at his touch.
“-I actually really enjoy playing the cello myself, Tchaikovsky’s works are definitely my favorite to play. Just the way his pieces move and speak to your emotions is just incredible.” He continued.
“-Ah really ? That’s awesome ! For how long have you been playing ?” She asked excitedly.
“-A really long time, he said with a breathy laugh, perhaps over 10 years now.
-10 years ? Wow that’s so so so amazing ! I’m sorry I’m just really happy to meet someone who enjoys cello as much as I do!
-Do you play yourself ? He asked curiously
-No, hahaha, actually I’m a ballerina” the girl smiled.
“-you know what ? Maybe we should do something together someday!” She continued.
Fyodor’s eyebrows rose, his interest was picked.
“-Dancing with a beautiful ballerina is something I would definitely be a fan of,
he said with a grin, it seemed he really enjoyed the idea of that,
Do you perform at dance shows? I’d definitely love to come and see you dance.”
She looked away in embarrassment, slightly blushing from his words :
“-I’m not, I’m more of a solo type of dancer… Sorry if this sounds weird, I was thinking about maybe just meeting up.. the two of us ?”
He could tell by her flushed face that she was clearly flustered, this made his heart flutter with joy. The idea of a pretty girl like her dancing for him made him so happy. It was almost too good to be true. He just couldn't help himself, he was truly in love with this idea, even if he indeed thought she was a bit naive, asking such a thing to a complete stranger. Luckily for her, he had no ill intentions.
“-Yes, please. I would absolutely love that.”
“-Cool ! I’m so happy ! I’ll let you know when I’m ready is that okay with you!”
she said fidgeting with her skirt
“-Yes, that is more than okay with me. I will be waiting, just let me know when you are ready.”
he said in a warm and understanding tone.
The two of them exchanged numbers before parting ways.
Fyodor’s heart felt strangely light the days following their encounter. That was so out of character that Nikolai noticed immediately during the decay of angels’ usual meetings.
“-Dostoy, you seem out of it these days ? Did something happen” the clown asked, leaning over the table.
His chin resting in his hands, he answered blankly:
“-No, nothing. Let’s focus on the meeting shall we”
Of course he was lying. She asked him to meet just after the meeting and his usual icy heart felt like it was slowly melting from the inside every time she came in his mind. Everything about her, her bubbly and charming personality, her beautiful hair swaying in the wind, her eyes sparkling when she smiled. She was just oh so lovely, he couldn’t believe he was feeling this way towards another human being. She must’ve been an angel, sent for him down on this filthy earth and he was the only person who could protect her from the disgusting corruption of this world. The meeting came to an end, Fyodor adjusted his coat on his shoulders and politely excused himself. Leaving Nikolai even more suspicious, as Fyodor usually wasn’t the first person to leave.
They had agreed to meet in an abandoned church near the music shop where they met. When he arrived, the girl was already waiting at the door, typing nervously on her phone.
“-Hi there my dear [name]” he smiled
“-Fyodor ! Hi !” She greeted back.
She was holding a bag in which he assumed was her point shoes. She had black tights under black shorts, her top was a sleeveless black leotard.
She was really fearless, such a pretty girl meeting a stranger in this part of town during night. He admired her boldness but worried about what could’ve happened to her if she came to someone else instead of him a few days prior.
Once inside, she took a few minutes to warm up and get her point shoes on, when she came back to Fyodor, he was waiting sat on a chair with the cello he had previously been carrying on his back resting between his legs.
The moment she came back into the room he could feel his heart racing in his chest from the pure infatuation he felt for her at that moment. She was so stunning and beautiful, she left him speechless. Fyodor was hypnotized by her, He couldn't quite describe it; even if he were to try. She was definitely an angel.
She was playing nervously with her hair ;
“-So what song should we do ?” She asked.
Fyodor got the impression that she was more than a little flustered at the moment, he could tell from the look she gave him.
“-How about... you pick?”
He said in a warm voice, looking her in the eyes as he smiled lovingly. Her blush was so beautiful, he found himself so enamored by her beauty. Just looking at her left him in awe. He didn't know what she chose, but he was excited to see her dance to any music. She took a minute to think, then her eyes glowed as she answered with a lovely smile :
“-Do you know Valse sentimentale ?”
Fyodor chuckled softly :
“-Yes I do, it is one of my favorite songs to play.”
“-Awesome !” She responded happily.
As she got in position, he warmed up a bit, sliding the bow delicately on the chords. The church’s high ceiling made its sound resonate beautifully in the building.
When they were both ready, they looked at each other. Fyodor counted :
“-3, 4..”
He began to play the song. His soft fingers danced across the strings and his bow flowed gently across the chords of the cello as he played beautifully. Fyodor was just so immersed in the music and how the ballerina in front of him accompanied the notes, she was uniting with the melody, her movements were mesmerizing. The piece he was playing was just so beautiful, almost as much as her. In this moment, everything felt so perfect, the way both of them were so lost in the music, the sight of her dancing, the sound of the cello, it all just was truly beautiful.
The music ended, she looked up at him with a smile. They stared at each other for a bit before she adverted her eyes.
“-That was truly beautiful, I mean it” he complimented. Her cheeks heated up at his kind words.
“-Your music also is, it’s unbelievable how good you make it sound”
The whole situation was truly magical.
“-You are like a flower, so beautiful and elegant. There aren't enough words to describe your beauty. Your mere touch is enough to make my whole soul feel alive my dear” Fyodor smiled lovingly, as he took her hand in his, causing her brain to disconnect, she felt like she was going to explode.
“-So that’s what you were thinking about during the meeting Dostoy, why didn’t you tell me it was all about this cutie right here” a teasing voice echoed on the rock walls of the silent church.
They turned their heads towards the origins of that voice. A certain white haired clown grinned at the two of them from across the room.
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cobaltdogteeth · 20 days
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I miss him so much. I want to draw up blueprints of our home. I want to write stories about the life we'll live. I want to pick out children's names. I want to daydream until I don't know what a dream is and what reality is.
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