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#he is just such a feral bastard
0hheytherebigbadwolf · 6 months
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Isaac: Hey, I got a question for you.
Stiles: Only if I concentrate really hard.
Isaac: Can you read my mi-
Isaac: WHAT THE FUCK?!
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quietwingsinthesky · 2 months
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once again. i am thinking about an alternate end of time ending where the master joins up with the doctor on the tardis, but now specifically, an au where the doctor still ends up regenerating and crashlanding in amy's backyard. au where the doctor doesn't show up 12 years late because two timelords piloting a tardis is (marginally) better than one, and now amelia pond is going on adventures in time and space in the care of the two least qualified being in the history of the universe to take care of a seven year old.
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gothicakvtagawa · 1 year
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shen jiu is a bastard and a scoundrel but i firmly believe that if you transmigrated shen yuan into the story early enough and into his own body as a qing jing cultivator then by the time that luo binghe arrives at cang qiong mountain, shen qingqiu is no longer the icy bitch lord of qing jing peak but is instead 100% regarded as the cool-but-collected translator/wrangler of his unhinged and vicious-tongued head disciple shen yuan
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just had the though of John and Arthur having one of them 3 am talks and discussing what it's like to live in a human body and John doesn't quite grasp not being aware of all your various parts and organs all the time and Arthur has to explain that humans CAN be aware of certain things to an extent but thinking too hard about it or suddenly being made aware of it is VERY unpleasant
Cue John making a game of finding quiet moments when Arthur's least expecting it and just
"Hey Arthur?"
"Hm?"
"...Dont think about how your skin feels over your flesh."
Followed by Arthur fucking full body grimacing and yelling at John to "fucking STOP THAT" and John cackling like a baritone bog witch because no it never gets old even if he does it at LEAST once a week
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lavenoon · 1 year
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@naffeclipse Domesticated Bounty Hunter Eclipse is so so much fun, I simply had to draw this <3
Bonus:
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og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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lukas6246 · 6 days
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Haven't posted in a while! But i was scribbling away in my sketchbook, and i quite like how this one turned out, so here you go :]
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Just my boi, my lil 7'4 bastard :])
Who's he looking at? No clue!
It could be Semi-Feral polaroids, and he's looking at Eshra
Or it could be sffl(wg), and he's looking at one of his siblings
Have nice day :]
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raeofgayshine · 1 year
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Jason, holding up Damian: Stinky
Dick: No!!! Don’t be mean!!
Jason, swaying him back and forth: Stinky bastard man
Dick: No!!!!!!
Tim, not looking up from his case files: Naught baby. Brat Robin.
Dick: NO!!!!!!!!!
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theywhospringforth · 7 days
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I have two different au storylines under TWSF au bc why keep it just to one... we'll just go into the one for this post.
First we have a sort of spin off of a Role Swap au. In this, the other bishops were about to imprison Narinder in the land of the dead when he suddenly disappeared.
Narinder wakes up in the clearing where his cult lead by Ratau used to be and he's now mortal/semi-mortal. He's doesn't know for a while whether this was his sibling's punishment for him or some other curse but either way, he wants his revenge on them.
Not long after he establishes his cult, he starts to get strange but comforting dreams that he doesn't remember and someone is leaving goods and relics in his path in the woods of Leshy's domain.
Ratau plays a little more active role in helping Narinder with the cult. He travels often since he is in charge of sustaining the cult. Trading for goods and convincing merchants to set up closer to the cult. When he is there, he helps keep things in order while Narinder is gone on crusade.
It's not until Narinder starts to remember parts of his dreams that he figures out who is helping.
Ratau's brother Ratoo plays a little bit of a different role here. Instead of being unaffiliated, he is the witness of life. He is one of the few who still worship a god long forgotten.
See Life was imprisoned before the fall of the first gods, but they are still able to watch the world from their pocket dimension prison and they are fascinated by Death, by Narinder. They could not stand the thought of him being imprisoned in one of the few places they cannot see or reach so they used what remnants of power they still have in order to rip him from the grasp of the other bishops; the side effect of this being his descension from godhood.
They make a deal with Ratoo for his heart in order to regain enough power to enter Narinder's dreams.
After Narinder starts remembering a their dream conversations, Lambren has Ratoo help more directly.
(Side note: I changed Ratoo's background a bit bc I love the idea of one worshipping death and the other life.)
Ratoo actually knows where the Lamb is imprisoned and has a way to enter and exit freely.
For Lambren's motives, mainly it's just their unhealthy obsession with him. They have vague hopes that he might free them, but does not hinge their help on any promise for Narinder to free them.
The god of life, Lambren, was actually locked away for good reason. I have not decided for sure if I'll go the same route with this story as the other one in this au, so for now, it can remain undecided.
This version has the added advantage of god Lamb holding little mortal Narinder in their palm and listening to his complaints or rambling to him about various things.
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poisoned-pearls · 5 months
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okay I now can elaborate on the thoughts I was talking abt in the tags of my last post-
Jamil has always hated being touched, and physical contact in general. He was raised around kalim, he's had enough hugs for a lifetime, thank you.
well, that is until he started dating Azul.
Azul is very clingy. Physically, at least. He is an octopus, after all. He finds comfort in just, having any kind of contact with someone. It keeps him grounded and focused. So once he has permission, he can and will hang off of Jamil every chance he gets. Jamil doesn't like holding hands (because his training has instilled the need to constantly have them free just in case) so Azul hangs off of his elbow. If they're in class, Azul either has his hand on top of his arm or his hand. 
and Jamil realizes... he doesn't mind it. In fact, he enjoys it. Way more than he thinks he should in fact. It relaxes him so much that it almost unnerves him (the first time he found himself dozing off while Azul laid in his lap doing god knows what he quite literally shoved him off in shock.)
belatedly, he figures out that he is in fact, VERY touch starved, he is just very particular about how someone touches him.
it's silence. He likes silence. Azul rarely ever talks when he's laying with him, usually doing other work or something for the Monstro lounge. When kalim would run up and hug him, he knew it just meant he was about to be bombarded with questions and ideas and statements and work. He never gets to relax with Kalim. It always came with noise, with chaos. While being around Azul was like lying on the beach, with nothing but the soft crashes of the waves to bother him.
(Of course, this wasn't every time. Azul was still a schemer and quite annoying, but he quickly learned that if Jamil wasn't in the mood to entertain his ramblings or schemes, he'd simply shove him off of his lap. It always made Azul quite disgruntled, but he'd take the hint and shut up.)
This also lead into another thing: Their forms of nonverbal communication. Azul and Jamil could easily have a whole conversation from opposite sides of a room when they got along. Jamil knew all of Azul’s little ticks (like whenever he fucking clicks, something he learned was an octopus thing (which begged the question of how the fuck he made that noise in his human form-) or when he randomly slaps Jamil or the twins, who then immediately told him it was a sign of affection and he should be immensely flattered over (apparently it was something he only ever did lightly with friends, which he has concerningly little of. But Jamil doesn’t know if he has much room to talk on that front.) and Azul knew Jamil’s. Azul almost knew his too well, in fact, but every time Jamil tried to ask him about it he was simply met with some comment about how ‘he simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.’
Jamil still didn’t like people touching him.
Azul was an exception though. And he was quite happy about that.
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ragingtwilight · 2 years
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ECLIPSE
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bloodybrahms · 9 months
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now that i'm on the subject, actually
what would happen if i put all these bitches in the same enclosure?
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[Cornered by Bandits™]
Merlin: You know, there's a saying where I'm from.
Merlin: "Life without pain has no meaning."
Merlin: Gentlemen, I wish to give your lives some meaning.
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yoinkschief · 6 months
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ffuuCCKK my hyperfixations are hyperfixating again and it's that time where I get violently "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY INTERESTS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" again
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This is literally me right now, had to quickly whip out MSPaint to visualize my crippling feelings
I swear the next time one of my interests is brought up I'm making a youtube video essay script about it I need to get it out before I [REDACTED]
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xamaxenta · 8 months
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Ok out of curiosity what is the Sabo response
Idk if ill draw him this week but comment your ideal vision of Sabo that you personally prefer
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citrine-elephant · 8 months
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thinking about leon having an EXTREME fuckin sweet tooth and getting absolutely shitfaced on those fruity drinks at the bars
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lilbluebastard · 6 months
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He’s so hot 😭
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Like I just want him to hug me and tell me he’s proud of me!
Like kiss me on the forehead! Comfort me, like love me bro 🥺 because like , I love you 😭 💔
(Yes I’m fatherless lol)
AND YOU! GORGEOUS IRISH MAN
I want you to hold my tiny hands! Call me darlin! Say I’m as adorable as a um….idk use your weird western rizz on me! Please 😭😭
Like I wish I got more of you guys on dbd much like Anderson you cure my depression
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