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drewmadestuff · 1 year
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idk untitled
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corffee · 4 months
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canisalbus · 7 months
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Ok ok hear me out: it could end in tragedy,, AND have a happy ending. The attempt(s) on Machete’s life force him to flee, he doesn’t even have the chance to find Vasco. Cue gay longing for at least a few years while Machete despairs over the loss of his love, his life, his status. He and Vasco only reunite (again) in their later years. Their relationship is forever flavored with loss and loneliness, but that only means they savor every moment that much more
I also I would like to see them as old men. Vasco would be so droopy :)
You gave me such old dog brainworms.
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meagancandraw · 2 days
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"I can't bring him back"
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coreink002 · 2 years
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This piece was inspired by the song Psycho by Mia Rodriguez and features Inkwell and Droops both being corrupt by the Fier. There is so much lore with Inkwell and the Fier but I won’t drop you all in the deep end….. at least not yet.
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lancelotslair · 8 months
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Having SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun HEART
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smolestboop · 11 months
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artists drawing Harry Du Bois with his stray hairs like this is my fav. he gets to telepathically communicate with Kim.
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devilishdelights · 5 months
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heaven may hate u now but I still love u peepaw <3
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loveisinthebat · 7 months
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The Snoot Droops
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toxictoxicities · 7 months
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Drew this for somethin- may or may not be used shrugs
but this raises the question- I still don't fucken know which one I wanna go with when I draw Pebbles, I like both of them :( , one feels more canon but the other got a snoot to boop and also s h a p e d
Fuck it, first poll I've done I'm just curious
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drewmadestuff · 1 year
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eat your snack on the bridge yep
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bellaxisworld · 15 days
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april 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: amortentia. word count: 682.
The iridescent sheen of the potion enchants Regulus; he could stare at the lovely pinkish-pearled swirls for hours, dazed and happy to be smelling the things he loves the most. He smiles down at the cauldron, reminded of his happiest memories, reminded of every good thing that makes life worth living. 
He leans forward to inhale, eyes blissfully falling shut. Today is one of his favorite Potions days—they finally brewed Amortentia. He’s an excellent potioneer, and he’s waited years for the day they brew it in class. Regulus sighs, content, and catalogs each distinct smell and their origin.
(1) He smells lavender and roses. This one isn’t hard to decode—Pandora smells like lavender, and she leaves pink rose petals in his bags and pockets when she senses he needs good luck. 
(2) The next smell is far more sugary and rather… artificial in nature. Peach candies, he realizes. His chest warms, reminded of summersweet memories with Sirius, sneaking to Hogsmeade to steal candies together and scurrying home, tripping over gangly feet and laughing too loudly for the still night. Midnights spent huddled together under too-hot covers, quiet giggles and sticky hands grabbing for the pile of sweets between them. Peach candies were always Sirius’ favorite. 
(3) Next he smells grass and wind, which he is not surprised to find, and likely derives from his love for Quidditch. No, his love for flying. Regulus feels most at peace when flying, whipping around the air with precision and skill. He feels free, when flying. 
This next part is where he gets confused. 
Regulus Black finds himself squinting at the cauldron, begging it to tell him its secrets. It’s rather mysterious, he thinks, a potion that can tell you everything you love. He folds his arms over his chest, huffing quietly. 
(4) Regulus smells apples. 
He smells… apples? He’s not familiar with apples, you see, so he cannot distinguish what kind of apple he smells. But there is a distinct apple smell wafting from his cauldron, and he leans back, blinking down in concern. 
An important thing to note—Regulus Black hates apples. 
At least, he hates eating apples. He won’t eat apple pie, or apple sauce, or apple juice or artificial apple flavors—he dislikes the taste and texture of them. The smell of apples isn’t too overpowering, so he isn’t too far bothered in that sense, but to find apples in his Amortentia perplexes him more than anything. 
He thinks again, quill tapping against his notebook beside the cauldron. The Amortentia told him he loves Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… he doesn’t know what the apples could possibly signify. Apples. Apples. Apples. 
The apples have stumped him. 
Regulus thinks about apples for the rest of the day. He thinks about apples and fruits and any correlation, and he thinks why, why apples? 
He’s walking with his friends to the dungeons later that evening when it hits him square in the face like a bag of bricks. He almost trips over his own feet, barely holding himself properly upright. 
“No. No, no, no, no—it can’t possibly be. No, I refuse.” He shakes his head violently, stomach lurching and eyes watering. He sprints all the way to his dorm room bathroom, locking himself tightly within and avoiding the worried shouts of his friends. 
He recalls the memory, crystal-clear now. He recalls the distinct smell of apples. He recalls the playful smiles and loud, booming laugh of the boy beside him.
He recalls the apples. The apples. The apples. 
He recalls the apples, because Regulus Black was sitting under an apple tree with James Potter the first time he thought, James is the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. That day was the first time he got butterflies, his belly in an uproar over the proximity of a boy like James, a boy with a smile brighter than every star in the sky. That day, Regulus looked at James and realized he wanted to know what it felt like to fall. 
He takes out his Potions notebook, scribbling furiously:
Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… James Potter.
part of a collection of microfics on ao3(2/?): in every life, my heart finds yours.
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kagamikoi · 4 months
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~from this tweet
and also because it was an excuse to draw once again ma boi nhs + my baby of all times Makoto 💚
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corallapis · 7 months
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yana and chantho traveling with the doctor and jack and martha. at some point they go back in time and meet others of chantho's species and despite the fact that she's enjoyed traveling and still holds a flame for yana, she chooses to stay. she tells the doctor how it feels to be united with the hivemind again after so long bereft, how she couldn't choose to be the last when there's any other option. and the doctor's fingers close around yana's watch where it sits in his pocket and he wishes her well.
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squeakadeeks · 3 months
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ehehehheHEHHEHEHHE
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crimson-nail · 8 months
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LOSER
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