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deathblossomm · 3 months
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neil on his instagram stories
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kaymaygay · 2 years
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first kill is not a good show im sorry
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May I introduce the Furkin, the furby merkin. This idea has been rotting my brain for a whole year now, and I think making this cured my depression.
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amherstdice · 8 months
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Got these lil guys in the pressure pot right now.
Originally were failed petri but I loved the swirls too much to let them go, so I added some light gold brushing, which shimmers when you rotate them.
Excited to see how this set turns out.
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alchemistsattic · 1 year
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There’s new Greek god themed dice in the shop, including this glow-in-the-dark Zeus set! Come take a look :D
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prunpplee · 6 months
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Deltarune pants for the one and only @purplebehittindifferent 💜
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torhues · 2 years
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suna rintarou.
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suna is waiting.
he has been for a while know— sprawled on your couch with one hand gripping the bowl of potato chips while the other was busy pressing buttons on the remote as he browsed through movies to watch for the night. he has been doing that for thirty minutes now, waiting for you to join and assist him in his little hunt.
"beer or coke?" your voice emerges over the silence, a sigh falls of his lips as your fingers dance on the refrigerator's door, along the tunes of the song you're humming, awaiting a response from him.
"you," a pause, suna whips his head in your direction, and then; "i mean, the just come here. we can get drinks later,"
'beer it is,' he hears you state with a heavy breath, and he shifts to his right the moment you sit next to him, placing the four cans of alcohol on the table in front of your couch. another look at you, you're wearing just a t-shirt— his t-shirt that he forgot to bring home the last time he was over at your apartment. suna knows he isn't getting it back.
but, his eyes travel back to you— your face— you press your lips into a thin line while scrolling through a hundred different shows. suna didn't even realise when you took the remote from his hand. you start humming the same melody once again, he remembers the song, it's the first one on the playlist he made for you two days ago. he's so busy thinking about your presence, suna doesn't realise when you get inside his blanket, or when you had shifted a little closer, when his hand landed right next to your leg, almost brushing against your thigh— suna doesn't realise when his heart started racing.
"you're staring," suna doesn't realise he has been staring at you. "rin,"
his eyes instantly revert back to the tv screen the second his name falls off your lips. it's uncharacteristic of him to be this quite, to not reply, to be this nervous around you— it doesn't make sense to him, but neither do you.
he steals a glance, registering the image of smiling in his mind. a second passes, then another, and then he's back to staring at you. suna doesn't realise when his lips had curled into a smile at the sight of you looking so intently at the television. you take a sip from the can and he almost chuckles at the expression you made when the cold liquid hit your throat. suna doesn't realise when he started thinking of his best friend in this light.
"you're staring again," suna doesn't realise when you stopped paying attention to the movie. "i must be looking so damn pretty right now for you to look at me like this,"
it's a joke, he knows that. "you always do,"
he replies, your heart skips a beat.
the sound of the movie fades into the background as if he's in his own cinematic world. suna doesn't realise when the smile on your face disappeared, or when you had stopped looking at the tv. his hands are sweaty, but he doesn't realise when they slid next to yours— a little bit intertwined, the warmth of your hand against his like magic spinning in the air. he doesn't realise when his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, until he takes them back up.
suna doesn't realise for how long he has been staring at you, for all he knows is that you're looking back into his eyes with the same anticipation.
suna has been waiting, but he realises he can't anymore.
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pinktrashgoblin · 29 days
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have I ever posted Lygun here
well I have now
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tracle0 · 9 months
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Feast your eyes! My pride stars :)!
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saradiation · 17 days
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✨413 SPECIAL SHOP UPDATE✨ from April 13th 12PM (GMT+9)
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☆ God Tier Tamagotchi Sticker Packs (includes 4 stickers - 1 of each design) with a transparent holographic ($8) or glossy  ($7) finish 💕
☆ 10% off on every item in the 'Homestuck stickers' category with the code HAPPY413 (valid until 4/20) 🎁
• International shipping is available and all orders are shipped from Japan 💌 (Shipping fees are usually around $1.70-$2.50 worldwide)
Available from April 13th 12PM (GMT+9) in my kofi shop.
-> My Kofi Shop 💕
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alunimoon · 2 months
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I’ve been a pottery making machine these past few weeks!
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despazito · 9 months
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Can't find this anywhere on my blogs so i guess i never posted him here oops
baby griffin plush with down, base head pattern from NazFX Studios. embroidery pattern is my own
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moonandserpent · 8 months
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Satyr goblet pendant by Moon and Serpent
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catinthedicebag · 2 months
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These dice are inspired by the "God of War", Ares himself. Again after the design of the god from the Hades game, which is still one of my favourite games. These dice are still raw and need some sanding and inking.
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pigeonsparty · 1 month
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Short version of my latest video!
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torhues · 2 years
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iwaizumi hajime.
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iwaizumi made it clear when you broke up with him— that you wouldn't get together— as if it wasn't an unspoken rule already. you weren't so sure of his words but, pride had your conscience in its hands and you agreed, saying you wouldn't even think about doing that.
now you're sitting in a fancy cake shop in Florence, with iwaizumi in front of you. the last time you saw him was in highschool, when you broke up with him on the way to airport, when he said the two of you would be just fine even in a long distance relationship, when you said it was hard for you, when he asked whether you trust him, and when you said you do but it had started to shake.
the last time you saw him was around five years ago, see you don't even remember the timeline. you've been keeping a blurry image of him walking away as a souvenir for your eyes failed to give you a clearer look back then.
the orders are sitting on the table but you don't care enough to tend to them. on other days, you would take a picture— multiple pictures— send it to your friends, post it on your social media account if you feel like it, make it another insignificant moment of your life saved in the gallery. on other days, you would enjoy the dessert but today, the pear sauce on vanilla bread seems to reduce your appetite.
"i can't believe we're meeting all the way here, in Italy," albeit, he seems to enjoy his cake.
you imagined meeting him in California or Japan, or somewhere in Canada, at most, since he always wanted to visit the country, especially during fall, and coincidently, you've enrolled in the fall course for post-graduate studies, at some university. not Italy, not in the middle of your vacation that was supposed to be some sort of self-sobriety programme.
you nod. "me neither,"
and then he starts talking about college, what he has been up to recently, directing the same questions to you while you do your best to give a brief response. it isn't the timing that is making you feel out of place but instead, it's how normal iwaizumi is. you don't expect an argument, not an iwaizumi who can never forget you for your impromptu breakup and, neither the one who would ask you to get back together because living without you feels like hell,
like diving deep into the ocean without oxygen.
you don't want to have a melodramatic conversation but, you don't want him to act like you didn't leave him with loose ends, as if you didn't hurt him when all he ever did was make you happy. you want him to hate you, to utter all the words along the lines of love and loathe, to tell you that he loved you and still did, that it was so hard to move on and every breath pierced like glass shards in the heart, that he spent nights crying while reading your texts knowing you'd never come back and when he has been doing better finally, you appear in his life like nothing ever happened, and drag him back to step one. you want him to tell you things that resonate with the yearning you have for him in his heart, desperately beautiful yet painful, so that you don't have to ask yourself over and over again, am i the only one who still feels this way?
"how's life?" you ask this once, instead of letting him ask all the questions that you don't have a definite answer to.
iwaizumi pauses, he takes a breath, a look out of the glass windows, your eyes follow his gaze, there's a soft smile on his face.
iwaizumi lifts up his fingers. "i'm engaged," he's engaged. "and it'd be appreciated if you could make it to the wedding next month," and he's inviting you to his wedding next month.
he continues about how suddenly things happened and how sorry he is for not being able to invite you to the engagement; you don't mind any of it, quite frankly. you didn't even expect him to do that after changing your number. that's not what you're worried about, that is not even the worst part.
iwaizumi is engaged.
the sixteen year old boy who told you that he'd marry you the moment you both turn eighteen, the eighteen year old guy who promised to stay by your side— one who shared his firsts with you and swore to make you his last— is engaged. your heart is racing at a thousand miles per second, and for all the wrong reasons.
now that you notice, his smile has gotten wider, and he's talking about the girl he met in college and how she makes him feel like the happiest person ever. you notice the way he still fiddles with his fingers while talking about someone or something that he adores, the way he says those words with eyes that seem like they would never run out of love to give. the sunset shines upon him, he looks exactly the way he did on your first date.
do you smile the same way at her?
you know, you're in no place to complain, for you were the one to leave him when he begged you to say. it's not that you don't want him to move on in life, you said he deserved someone better the day you broke up, it still rings in your head as a reminder of your biggest mistake. you want to happy for him but, something about him moving on and you being stuck in the same place leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
"yn," he calls your name, you respond by shifting your eyes in his direction. "are you listening?" you are, albeit, you don't know how much you're processing.
you're picturing them together, doing everything you did with him; holding hands, going on dates, kissing, hugging, sleeping next to each other, movie nights that felt ever so intimate— you imagine her sharing every little memory but one that's a better version. you feel as if yo—
"if i ask you to get back with me, would you?" you ask, letting the words you've been suppressing for so long flow like water in a stream, one that could potentially flood everything around.
"yn, i'm engaged—"
"i mean, had you not been engaged and had i asked you to get back together," you clarify, "would you have agreed?"
there's a pause, a series of silence, strings of regret, traces of shared memories from the past that fill the little gaps in the air like blood in sinusoids. you remember your first fight with iwaizumi, and you want to know what he's thinking. it's not like you can tell, you forgot how to do that long ago. iwaizumi rarely ever looks disappointed or upset enough to give you a silent treatment. for a second, you think it's that, but it turns out you're wrong.
he doesn't look sad or angry, not disappointed at your question considering he's about to get married. instead, iwaizumi looks like he's hurting. as if he has waited for long, hoping to catch a glance of you somewhere even if it's in middle of a crowd because it's fine, that works. he can always reach you out amidst a crowd. iwaizumi looks like he doesn't have a definite answer to your question, but he is telling you that it's your fault.
a second passes and his phone rings. your eyes fall upon the caller ID, it's a name with a heart, you think it's her. it has to be, because iwaizumi, without sparing you a second glance, stands up, and puts on his coat, ready to leave. the little hope of getting an answer to that question goes off the moment he picks up his phone, or maybe even before that, because it doesn't look like iwaizumi has an answer to that.
but he stops. "no," he says.
and you realise, to him, you're the memory he buried deep in his mind while to you, iwaizumi is the air you struggle to breathe.
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