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s3-izures · 1 year
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Well, well, look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again
A lil doodle schmoodle.
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Character(s): Ink (myebi), Cross (jakei95), Killer (rahafwabas)
Tool(s) Used: FireAlpaca (laptop + wacom tablet)
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dizzybizz · 10 months
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THE PANEL FROM THE END OF CH1 BUT LIKE *BURSTS INTO FLAMES*
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mochinomnoms · 4 months
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Rewatched Madoka Magica and I'm still thinking about my aceyuu madoka au... despite what he says, ace truly cares for yuu with his entire being. why else would he consistently rush to their side every time they're in trouble. from punching riddle, to running to scarabia, to letting himself take the hit for yuu against the chryon bots, ace trappola has make yuu his person. so it has me thinking about the tradegy of ace trappola, who relives the death of his person year over and over and over. someone who completely flipped his life upside down, who time and time again makes the same promise to stay with him forever. a promise so important, so fundamental to his psyche that it forces him to finally discover his signature spell. its sole purpose to turn back time again. thinking about how ace, after 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 10, 20 and even more years of reliving the same school year it always ends the same, with his person dying. thinking about how ace, always a rule breaker, tries to break the loop over and over again just to have a chance of living a life with them. the rulebreaker, desparate to break time itself that time itself solidifies the death of his person just to spite him, each one more devestating than the last. yet he cant stop, he is the rulebreaker and he will break the rules of the universe for his person. his love is full, it transcends what ever form of heaven and hell exist in his world. to ace trappola, the sly man, the troublemaker, the rulebreaker, nothing is worth more than his love for yuu. he cannot, he will not, let himself suffer a tragic end with his yuu dead in his arms. he is ace trappola, he would spit in the face of god itself and let his love eat him from the inside out until it consumes him, until it becomes misery and damnation. his love is overwhelming, all-encompassing, ugly, addicting, bleeding and howling for a merciful death that will never come. for he is ace trappola, yuu is his person, and if he can have them then he can't have himself.
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submariini · 6 months
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häärijä hidden in the fast frame photographs of the joker out european tour vlog 💛
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trainingdummyrabbit · 5 months
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GIRL.
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enormousstupidscratch · 5 months
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Finals driving me mad like this ☺️👆
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freckled-paints · 4 months
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yj doodle dump!!
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drksnctury · 11 months
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ARE YOU SERIOUS AM I A FUCKING JOKE TO YOU
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luvriki · 30 days
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sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love my man 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
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chronicowboy · 1 year
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ah fuck fuck i am not over the unbridled, overwhelming trust in buck's eyes when he's asking for eddie's help in the kitchen. he just. god, he knows. he knows that no matter how much difficulty they've had confronting the shooting that eddie will face it for him. he knows that eddie's put in the work and he's asking for hope, for something to hold onto whilst he goes through the motions of recovery and he just blindly trusts that eddie will give it to him. and the kicker!! eddie fucking does! he does. it takes effort of course it does, its a trauma for fuck's sake, but eddie faces it for him, dredges up some of his worst times and hands it gently to buck saying it will get better, the world will still be here for you, and so will i.
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stuckinapril · 5 months
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It just clicked for me that I’m going to be all-consumingly devoted to intensive studying for the next month. I’ve been more ambivalent since the year started, bc I honestly miss my friends and want to pursue a lot of hobbies I’ve been dying to pick up, but I want nothing more than to ace an upcoming test that will genuinely determine so much of the trajectory of my life. I’ve already been studying pretty consistently for it, but now I’m actually letting go of my expectations for other things while this is going on. Putting all this pressure on myself has done nothing but slow me down. Like my brain is actually shifting into study camp mode. It’ll be back to waking up at 4 am, studying for 8 hours a day minimum, crunching flash cards w my morning drink/on the treadmill, getting so much done before noon, and not feeling guilty if other areas of my life suffer a little bit. Nothing outside of this matters.
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Vincent Price 😍🦇
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savventeen · 10 months
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hmm savv what would u do with mutual pining and woozi? :3c
daisy,,, beloved,,,,,,,,,, how dare you make me think about mutual pining w/ woozi ( /hj ) (i am already pining for him and thinking abt MUTUAL pining is going to drive me actually insane methinks g o d sdkjflskjdf)
ok so. SO. after vibrating in my seat and fantasizing abt lying down in the middle of the floor for the rest of time as i think about this concept, i have come to the following conclusion: mixtapes. and i mean in the classic "hey i made you this mixtape" sense
reader and jihoon are both producers for the same label and don't really interact that much at first. in fact, they don't actually even meet for the first time until soonyoung invites them both to his birthday party and they start talking shop, bonding over teasing soonyoung, and then ending the night with a promise to grab lunch together sometime.
fast forward a couple of months and they are officially Friends. they've managed to start a tradition of getting lunch together once a week and bitching about various work bullshit, and they've also started to hang out together in group settings after realizing they have more mutual friends as well
reader is the first one to send jihoon a song. it's a few hours after their weekly vent session, jihoon having taken up most of the time complaining about shitty higher-ups giving ridiculous deadlines and stuck-up idol wannabes trying to tell him how to do his job without having a clue about what his job actually is, and he gets a message from reader that says "i feel like this fits ur current mood" with a link to a song. [cw the song linked has a somewhat startling gun sound] he clicks on the link, curious, and then bursts out laughing after a few confused moments of listening bc that was NOT what he was expecting, at all
and that's how it starts, really. a few days later, he sends reader a song with the caption "how much u wanna bet soonyoung would choreograph something to this just bc it has the word 'tiger' in the title" / "no bet he absolutely would" / "ur no fun :P" / "sorry can't hear you i'm sending it to soonyoung as we speak"
pretty soon they're sending songs back and forth almost daily "what are ur thoughts on this" / "?? i don't speak french" / "and?" / "...ok yeah this is p good" "is this kinda close to the vibe you're trying to get for that one group you're working with?" / "not quite. but that's ok bc IM Vibin with this one" "i need u to stop whatever ur doing and listen to this with the bassist bass you can get with w/ ur setup" / "ok??" ... "holy shit" / "RIGHT?"
fast forward another couple of months, and reader shows up to jihoon's studio with a can of coke zero and a flash drive. "what's this?" / "this, my dear woozi-ssi, is going to be the solution to our creative blocks" and then reader goes on to explain their idea: they both have tracks that they're stuck on (personal, professional, or otherwise), and so they're gonna 'sisterhood of the traveling pants this shit' ('i literally have no idea what you're talking about'). aka: reader put some files they're having trouble with on this flash drive, and jihoon's gonna add any notes/ideas he has and then give it back with some of his own trouble files on it. rinse and repeat
and not only does it work ("ohmygod i've been trying to figure out that bridge transition for DAYS THANK YOU") but it also becomes Their Thing. like, they're used to collaborating with other writers/producers/etc bc it comes with the job, but something about this silly little flash drive... feels Special. [*cough*it's because they're catching Feelings*cough*]
tHIS IS GETTING SO LONG FUCK OKAY other things i would include in this fic: - one noticing the other has been working on a lot more love songs lately (or maybe a lot more Sad (read: pining) love songs) - reader has a bad day at some point and they end up losing the flash drive and they have a breakdown over it (jihoon comforts them and also helps them find it we love emotional hurt/comfort in this household) - scenes where they're individually waxing poetic about the other to different friends and the friends are like "bro. ur in love with them" "uh, no? they just have a great work ethic and a great taste in music also their lyricism is just—" "you. are. in. love." "i admire them professionally!
AND THEN THE CONCLUSION!! one of them decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and confess their Feelings. this could be either of them, but i'm gonna go with jihoon bc i can. so of course he can't just say "hey i love you" like a normal person, he has to confess through music. so he goes out and buys a new flash drive (with a really cute cover bc he knows they'd like it) and puts two folders on there. the first folder is full of instrumental files and is titled "all the times i couldn't find the words". and the second folder is titled "and all the times i could" and it's all love songs he's written inspired by/for reader
he sneaks into their studio and leaves the flash drive on your desk while you're in a meeting, and then he Waits and waits and waits some more until it's time to go home and it's been total radio silence and his heart feels like it's been crushed. so he starts to head home in the rain (bc i am a cheesy bastard and love rainy confession scenes) but after a few minutes of walking he hears shouting behind him and he turns to see you sprinting at him while screaming his name and before he can get a word out you're clutching his shoulders, soaked to the bone and asking "do you mean it? the songs, did— do you really mean it?"
and all he can do is nod because his heart still hasn't quite found its way back to his chest yet, and then he can't nod anymore because you're kissing him. you're kissing him, and he drops the umbrella he was holding and you're both kissing in the rain bc you're both obnoxious helpless romantics and "y/n-ah, i mean it— i mean it. i love you"
"i love you too, you stupid romantic bastard oh my god"
"hey, you're the one who started kissing me in the rain"
and it ends like the cheesy romcom this turned into bc i couldn't help myself and i need to lie down in a puddle of feelings now k thx
[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]
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hannie-dul-set · 10 months
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beomgyu + rockstar!au or beomgyu + street racer!au BEGGING PLS
“meet me after midnight i can never sleep right—”
not even the blinding stage lights nor the animalistic screeching of the crowd can deafen the outpour of his want. it’s slips through his gaze, through shaggy strands of tousled hair and it’s like the words he’s singing is a pretty little package wrapped solely for you. like there isn’t a sea of sweat and people vying for his attention. like he isn’t choi beomgyu and you aren’t you.
“—please don't be late It's all the waiting i hate—”
one moment, you're watching him strum melodies on his electric guitar. the next moment, you feel those calloused fingers pressing bruises onto your spine.
the husk in his voice sounds deeper when it’s groaning into your mouth. your arms hang around his neck and he plays you like an instrument— tongue flicks with precision, tearing on the skin around your shoulders like painted notes on a sheet.
“—meet me after.”
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carpwood · 3 months
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CW /// not very detailed gore/sh + sorta suggestive erm..! wip agaim ghrjm still tryinh to figure out his face. not beating the gutfucker allegations todau Would you guys still like me if i was a demented little freak..
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eternalera · 4 months
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No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you, it's not up to me, yeah When everyone tells us what we can be And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight...
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