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#gun warning
bettertwin1 · 6 months
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gives you a gun* have fun Lee! runs*
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I don't...think i'm meant to have this...?
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lysaige · 1 year
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You can't forget a Ferin's face, and Ferin is Navy.
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pan-perkozeq · 3 months
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pebbles and the FAMAS (pebbles and the FAMAS)
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[He's totally not a gun expert, ask Suns about it LMAO]
I have no idea if FAMAS is something else but google can't find anything besides this XP
(this ask is so old, I'm sorry pal you had to wait so long ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)
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shirtdraws · 2 years
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does tumblr like enstars?
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rodrws · 8 months
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More Baby 5 bcs i love her
I keep forgetting i have this account 😓
(Im still not really familiar with this app either)
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vakarians-babe · 1 year
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May the— happy revenge of the— oh fuck oh shit happy 8th day of star war month
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hikiclawd · 1 year
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they put chemicals in the water that turned the fuckin toads gay
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eyeballsoup7310 · 3 months
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Redraw of a very old thing I found in my drafts
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Original /\
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keithbutgay · 6 months
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the six merry murderesses and also chuuya
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leoisgayforwriting · 4 months
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【Promise To The Moon】
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏𝟒𝟐𝟑
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞- 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐜. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐰𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 @n3r0-1417
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“RUN!”
Those words rang in his ear as the young boy watched vines appear out of nowhere and attacked the clan, he tried to run but the vines wrapped around his legs. The poor child couldn’t move at all as he listened to the screams.
Everyone was trying to run past him and survive through the curses. Those with cursed energy tried to fight back.
The curses were strong.
He looked down at the vines that were slowly wrapping around his body.His mother stood in front of him once he looked up. 
The boy thought she had died on a mission with his father.
The green haired boy whispered, “Mother…” The beast that stood in front of him was no longer his mother but a curse. “Mother, let me go- please!”
She may look like a human yet he could see she was no longer the woman who had raised him. His mother was quiet while staring at him as the lines wrapped around his body completely, he couldn’t move at all and her gaze sharpened while the screams got louder until it was quiet.
Her cursed energy was insane and he could feel it.
The vines were wrapping around his throat now making it hard to breathe. 
“Remember this forever, child.” Her voice was sharp as she spoke. “You’ll be the last blood child of the Yamamoto clan.”
“Mom!”
His vision quickly blackened.
A gasp escaped the 17 year old boy as he quickly sat up from his bed. His heart was racing as he started sweating from the nightmare, he stared at his shaky hands.
It was all his fault.
A shaky breath escaped his lips as he reached for his water that he kept next to his bed and he took a sip of it, it did not help him calm down. Nightmares plagued him since he was a child, he placed his cup down as he used his other hand to rub his eyes.
His door suddenly opened and his purple eyes quickly stared at two taller boys.
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.
He hadn’t realized he summoned Rookie until the baby dragon rubbed against him to calm him down. He suddenly noticed the gun in his hand, he didn’t remember grabbing it.
“Kat…” Suguru spoke softly as he kneeled in front of him and lowered the pistol.
His hands were shaking now as he stared at the boy in front of him, tears formed in his eyes until he just leaned against his friend. He closed his eyes while Satoru took the gun from his hand and placed it on his nightstand, Suguru just held the green haired boy gently in his arms.
Satoru sat on the bed as he looked at the shaking boy. “Shoko’s bringing food over, we’ll be staying with you.” the taller boy spoke softly as he rubbed his back. “Do you want Shoko to pick up anything else?”
Katsu shook his head as he looked at his hands without saying a word. 
The white haired boy ignored that though and typed something on his phone.
The room bore witness to a heavy atmosphere, thick with the weight of Katsu's distress. Satoru and Suguru, attuned to his unspoken turmoil, flanked him with a silent understanding. As if responding to the emotional currents, Rookie, the baby dragon, nuzzled against Katsu, a small, scaly presence offering solace in its own endearing way.
The trio formed an unusual but tight-knit support system, a peculiar family bound by circumstances that transcended the ordinary. Satoru's usually charismatic demeanor softened into genuine concern, while Suguru's usual playful demeanor gave way to a more subdued presence, reflecting the gravity of the moment.
The impending visit from Shoko, hinted at by the subtle promise of food, spoke volumes about the network of support surrounding Katsu. In times of distress, it seemed that a chosen family emerged to provide comfort and solace. Shoko's arrival would not only bring nourishment but also a reassuring presence—a reminder that, even in the midst of turmoil, there were allies ready to stand by Katsu's side.
The room, though laden with the echoes of Katsu's troubles, held a subtle promise of solace. The trio, with Rookie as an adorable participant in this makeshift family, created a sanctuary where Katsu could find respite from the storm that raged within him. As Shoko's footsteps approached, carrying the warmth of camaraderie and the aroma of comfort food, it became evident that, in their own peculiar way, these individuals were a beacon of support for Katsu in times of need.
Shoko's measured footsteps approached, a rhythmic cadence that carried the promise of solace and comfort. The aura of camaraderie accompanied her, an invisible thread weaving through the heavy air in Katsu's room. As she entered, the atmosphere seemed to shift, becoming infused with a sense of reassurance.
The aroma of comfort food wafted in with her, a fragrant reminder that, in their own peculiar way, this makeshift family provided a sanctuary for Katsu in times of need. The combined efforts of Satoru, Suguru, and the endearing presence of Rookie formed a unique support system, offering solace beyond words.
Shoko's presence was a balm, her keen understanding of both medical and emotional needs making her a beacon of support. Her arrival hinted at a shared history, a connection that surpassed the professional realm and delved into the personal intricacies of their peculiar dynamic.
At this moment, as Shoko stepped into the room, the heavy weight that had settled upon Katsu's shoulders seemed to ease. The camaraderie, the aroma of familiar and comforting dishes, painted a tableau of resilience in the face of turmoil. The room, once laden with distress, now became a haven—a place where Katsu could find refuge and healing, surrounded by the peculiar but unwavering support of those who had become his chosen family.
“Hey Kat,” The shorter girl smiled at her friend as she placed the bags of food down and ruffled his hair. 
The green haired male sighed in relief while Rookie rubbed against Shoko's stomach. A smile formed on his lips while his friends set up the television in his room and Satoru checked the bags to see if their friend brought him something he liked. 
Who expected Katsu to actually friend the trio after their first meeting?
He never saw Satoru or Suguru as his friends in the beginning. Shoko he got along well with, now they were his closest friends and the ones he never wanted to lose.
“Are you serious? You want us to work with this weakling?” 
The 15 year old green haired male had an annoyed look on his face as this white haired boy complained about how his best friend and him had to work with someone. He was a special grade as far as this kid was concerned, the loud boy probably thought he didn’t deserve to work with him. 
His best friend sighed as he kept his hands in his pockets. “Satoru, you can’t just assume everyone is weak.” The other boy spoke though Satoru wasn’t going to listen.
“Who says I’m weak anyways? I could take you in a fight, we’re both special grades anyways.” Katsu pointed out. That made the taller boy scoff as he looked at the boy in front of him, there was something curious to say the least about this strange kid. His cursed energy was unreadable for some reason. How was he a special grade?
“What’s your name?”
“Yamamoto Katsu.”
“Not even going to ask who I am?”
Katsu rolled his eyes as he looked away from the other sorcerer. “I already know who you are, Gojo Satoru.” he responded. “I just don’t care.”
A grin formed on his face as he heard the tone. There was definitely an interesting thing about this boy and Satoru was going to figure it out, he wanted to fight Katsu and go completely all out. “You and I are going to fight after this mission.” 
A scoff was heard but a smirk had formed on the green haired boy’s face. “Alright, get ready to get your ass kicked.”
The friendship was definitely something he was never going to regret.
Katsu just watched Satoru and Suguru argue about the movie they were going to watch. Shoko was just waiting next to him and offered him some of her snacks she brought over.
A relaxed laugh escaped his lips as he and Shoko leaned against each other while watching their two boys argue.
This was enough.
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zeraphiimm · 2 years
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good morning (its midnight)
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thekinschoolhouse · 3 months
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Heart Moodboard!
Requested by @3dimensionalsystem for @sillystringsys (🧪), with purple and media related images.
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catncore · 8 months
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divine judgement ( feat. @the-composer )
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thelemonmaiden · 7 months
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#sparkstember - Day 24 - FFS!
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confusedgnosticcg · 2 years
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IX-VIII-MMXX
“Long live the queen.” A single tear left Prince Charles’ eyes, leaving a soft glisten down his worn cheek. “Let the people know,” he let go of her dead hand, “the queen is dead.” the other people in the room left with their hearts broken. Moments later it was all over the world, “The longest reigning monarch of England, Queen Elizabeth II, is dead.”
Back at the royal residence, the family of Windsor mourned their beloved family member as she lay in her deathbed. Tears were shed all around. Love is rarely stronger than those for relatives. 
“M-may I have a moment alone with her?” Lady Louise asked her family. Her and the previous queen had been close. If Elizabeh had a favorite it was probably her. Each person took their leave after saying public goodbyes. Finally they were alone. Louise took her grandmother’s hand. “You were brilliant in your time. Everyone will miss you,” she paused, “I just… I just don’t understand why you didn't wait till you were 100…” Without even opening her eyes, the queen bursted out into laughter. “You could have waited four more years! ‘Dying’ at 96 is so unsatisfying!” 
“I am tired! I don’t want to wait four more years. That also just seems a bit too eye-catching- dying right at 100.”
“I think you dying at all is too eye-catching. You should just let everyone know you’re incapable of such mortal whims. I think it’s more believable.” They both shared a good, small laugh. “So what will you do now?” Louise inquired. How was one of the most famous people on earth supposed to live out the rest of her immortal days without being recognized for a good century or two- possibly more? Shakespeare and Hathaway took 4 centuries to come back into the open.
“Oh not much. Probably just roam around the secret corridors and ‘chillax’ in the bunker. I plan on whispering ideas on how to run the country into Charles’ ear as he sleeps, so that will be fun. Hopefully he doesn’t die right away from madness.” 
“Well, I wish you luck. I hope you’ll leave me a way to come visit you every now and then.” Louise smiled at her grandmother. She had known since she was a little girl that the conspiracies and silly theories were true. When the Queen was more youthful, she had held a secret meeting with Anne Hathaway and her husband, Adam Shulman (William Shakespeare). They had given her their secret of immortality in exchange for fame when they came back out into the open. The Queen wanted to wait to use it, and now was finally the time. 
No one knew. No one except little Lady Louise Winsdor. 
“Of course I’d let you visit. It’ll be dreadfully boring living my time out alone. I’ll need a few people to keep me company. Who better than my most beloved granddaughter?” They shared a warm smile before an unwelcome knock presented itself at the door. 
“Louise, are you done now? It’s time.” It was Andrew. 
“Yes, I’ve made my peace.” She left the Queen with a smile on her lips and a longing in her eyes. She loved Elizabeth, she just wished the queen would let her love her longer. 
That night as everyone lay sleeping in their beds, even the former queen thought to be dead, several pairs of eyes jolted open at thoughts of schemes. Elizabeth packed her most treasured treasures in preparation of going into hiding that night. As she packed away her things, her door creaked open without a second’s notice. Andrew had walked in. 
“God save the queen,” he gasped in astonishment. “You are alive.” The queen dropped her rucksack in surprise at her being found out. “How…H-how are you still alive? We saw you dead!”
“Oh hush now, Andrew,” She composed herself, “anyone can conjure up the right sleeping drought with the right friends and enough money.” The boy accepted his confusion and jumped straight to idiocy.
“Well, now that you’re alive, you can continue your rule! Charles isn't the King!”
“Ah tut tut tut tut tut,” she halted him, “Charles will be king, whether I'm truly dead or not.”
“But, I don’t understand.”
“My time is done, child. I no longer wish to be queen.”
“You can't do that though! That’s not how the monarchy works. You are alive, you are still queen!” He was getting angry now. Confused people often misplace emotions. 
“I am not the queen… and I'm not alive.” This made Andrew even more confused. “I’ve passed away peacefully in my bed. Immortals have to die some time or another.”
“Immortals?”
“Oh, sweet Andrew,” she walked up to him and began rubbing his arm lovingly. He was one of her favorites too. “Death has knocked on my door many times. I’ve invaded him time and time again. I hide in plain sight, cloaked under the veil of midnight. I am invisible to him.” Andrew’s face soon changed from puppy eyes and gaped mouth, to a devilish smirk and a scheming brow.
“Thanks for letting me know.” He pushed Elizabeth away and pulled a gun to the front of her chest. “I happened upon your little conversation with Louise earlier today. It was hard to grasp at first, but I’ve heard the conspiracies. The ones about you and your immortal friends. I’m not entirely surprised, but I think Louise is wrong. If the people find out it’ll be a real riot. That’d be real fun, no?”
“You can’t tell anyone. It would ruin everything.”
“Oh? Hm… I suppose I could keep it a secret. In exchange for the cloak.”
“What cloak?” The former queen’s glaire was sending daggers through Andrew’s spine, but he wouldn’t dare show his wavering. 
“Oh please, ‘cloaked under the veil of midnight?’ You are ‘invisible’ to death? I’ve heard of Harry Potter, mother.” 
“Wow,” she began, “you really are an idiot.” With that she pulled out her own weapon and shot fire straight through the Prince’s chest. “No loose ends.”
She decided to leave the body there. No one could blame someone who was dead and gone. Before she departed into the secret room beyond the walls she called out to her dearest granddaughter.
“Louise.” The room after that was left so quiet only the young girl’s thundering heartbeat could be heard. She showed herself, appearing from out behind the door. 
“Y-yes?” 
“I know why you’re here. I thought you of all people would be the least likely to betray me like this.” Louise’s heart pounded louder and faster. It was so far up her throat she thought she might vomit. 
“No! I- I just- just wanted-” She stumbled over her words like a pathetic newborn baby. 
“You’ve seen what I do to those who try to get in my way. Be a dear and bring me some rations every month.”
“Yes, grandmother.”
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Kath doodle for tonight
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