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ravenmccookies · 2 years
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POV you go on a date with killer (he will steal your wallet)
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mblue-art · 4 months
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BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !
"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."
"it's such a look though."
messy kisses and post-nuzzles
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zu-is-here · 1 year
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Promise
Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Dreamtale by jokublog
Ccino by black-nyanko
Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch
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fuck it. Take This And Run
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Pake jark
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moon-draws-art · 3 months
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Day 31 - Snuggle
A nice way to wrap up the end of an awesome art event :) I’m honestly super proud of myself- I didn’t miss a single day! Not only that but I can see my improvement, it’s pretty amazing.
It was so fun to see so many other’s creations through this. Thank you @owl-bones for making this awesome event!
Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale
Killer belongs to Rahafwabas
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
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sunnydayaoe · 1 year
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Ok maybe a bit obsessed w/ this little guy. fr fr </3
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ninety-two-bees · 1 month
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NOT REGULUS KILLING EVAN AND BARTY LMAOOOO he is shipping rosekiller for sure hahshahshshdhdhfh i love this idea so much and jarty is hot as fuck ugh
i need all four of them to be absolutely deranged okay
ghost barty is watching jegulus fuck and complaining that he’s dead and can’t touch and it’s just driving regulus crazy because he doesn’t want anyone else to even think about touching his james
james can’t see the ghosts (or maybe he can? eventually?) but regulus tells him about them, and james is very into the thought of his dead ex and his dead ex’s dead ex watching him fuck their murderer lmao
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wisteriasymphony · 5 days
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Blue Blood AU - The Bakery
It was one of those April mornings that still seemed like winter. The world was still lingering on to its death-like sleep, and the primroses and peonies planted outside the Dupain-Cheng Bakery were still taking their time to bloom. And in the air, it had felt like it recently rained when it really hadn't. Maybe it was the grayness of the sky that made Marinette think such a thing.
The next customer to enter was a regular—Adrien was his name. He'd often come in once a week just to buy fresh bread, then mostly to talk, though Marinette was hesitant to call him a 'friend'. It was entirely because of her own doubts, and nothing to do with him. Adrien was very courteous and respectful, and when her father joked about the two marrying Marinette would never react with irritation. She was charmed by Adrien, but that was it—just charmed. She worried there was a hollowness to it.
When Adrien entered, a gust of wind seemed to follow behind him, one so cold it might've threatened to cover the tile floor in a layer of thin frost. He smiled warmly at Marinette, leading in another person by the hand—a young woman that stood about head shorter than him, endomorphic and soft like a bruised pear.
"Lovely morning, isn't it?" he beamed. "Hello Monsieur Dupain, Hello Marinette." And then he quickly dived into conversation with her father, asking about the day's batch of bread and pastries and taking an interest in the sweets in a way that he hadn't in any of his previous visits.
Marinette looked over to the tanned young woman beside him, her eyes scanning over every bandage and bruise on her arms and shoulders. That alone didn't mean anything—Marinette knew how often stupid injuries could happen, she'd known reckless people and she was particularly clumsy herself—but Marinette could also just look at her and tell that something was wrong. The young woman constantly looked on edge, never speaking, barely breathing, and she flinched when Adrien raised his hand while making small talk with Marinette's father.
She crept closer to where the young woman was standing, leaning over the display counter. When the woman noticed her, Marinette simply mouthed the words:
"Are you okay?"
The young woman didn't seem to understand it at first—She was surprised that someone found her worth speaking to, yes, but then she knit her brows together and squinted at Marinette. So, Marinette repeated herself, speaking as silently as possible.
"Are you okay?"
The young woman's face fell. Marinette wasn't sure what she was so scared about—She only wanted to help, after all. Then Marinette had this horrible thought that whatever was being done to this young woman was so incredibly bad that she didn't find herself worthy of help, or that any gesture of kindness was seen as someone new trying to abuse her. Marinette took out a slip of paper and a pen from her apron—She'd have the young woman write her name down, maybe even Adrien's full name, and then Marinette would file a report. There was really nothing else she could do unless she found out more, but Marinette couldn't let these two customers leave without doing something.
Another hand took the pen and paper.
When Marinette looked back into Adrien's eyes, she had never seen such an intense desire to kill. Not just kill—Murder. Every other time he'd visited, Adrien had been so kind and nice and even occasionally flirtatious with Marinette, and yet now it looked like Adrien wanted to do nothing more than lunge at her over the counter and slam her head into the tile until everything poured out of her broken skull. His eye twitched—Marinette stepped back. Even if there were three counters between them, it would've still felt too close.
Adrien laced his arm around the young woman's waist, took the baked goods he'd purchased, and hurriedly left the bakery.
For the next three days, the stare Adrien had given her was all Marinette would be able to think about. Morning, noon, and night. While baking, while running errands, as soon as she woke up and right before she fell asleep. It had been so cold, so hate-filled, and now the flickering image of it would haunt her day and night, because it was a promise for revenge (What did he even need revenge for?) that had not yet been settled. Every room would now feel laced with bear traps, and every dark corner would need a light shone into it in case a presence lurked there.
But she couldn't just let this pass, danger or not—What had her mother always said she was? An everyday.... "ladybug". Her mother had always loved ladybugs and the meanings they carried. Sabine said that ladybugs were a sign from God that there was always help, always hope. Marinette needed to be that young woman's ladybug.
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ravenmccookies · 1 year
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Could you draw another one of those funny cult like sans drawings? :)
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He reads the bibble :)
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mblue-art · 2 months
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Which skeleton walks into the room to catch you replying to anon in "uwu" talk? How do you think they'd react?
UH 🧍‍♂️
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one of Thee funniest tv tropes is "group of people (better if they're not friends) wake up in the same area after being blackout drunk, with it being Wildly obvious that some crazy shit went down & they have to puzzle it out / fix their mess without anyone knowing"
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scarfaxia · 2 years
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Julius @ Killian
© @sanityisforlosers
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quirofiliac · 1 year
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some small killer queen factoids 💣
pronouns really do not matter at all when referring to it. kira himself refers to it as, well, "it" (as he has a tendency to do with every other stand he comes across, but that has more to do with his own perspective on the matter.) and nothing but. hypothetically, killer queen can be referred to with any pronouns because, generally speaking, it does not care nor actually know about the concept. however, for sake of ease, it/its pronouns are completely fine and are actively encouraged.
killer queen was, essentially, borne out of kira's desire to live a "free life"-- basically, to never be caught nor apprehended for his murderous lifestyle. how it acts and interacts with others is, at its core, representative of how kira himself would normally (see: prefer.) react under those circumstances. it does not react, does not emote, does not so much as acknowledge those around it. it simply is and will only ever be.
compared to kira's average height of 175cm (five feet, nine inches otherwise.), his stand is estimated to be about 183cm (a solid six feet in other words.) at its full height. under normal circumstances and with appearances kept in mind, it'd be expected to weigh around 260 pounds or so. however, killer queen probably more-so leans towards a debatably "lean" 210 pounds; this has more-so to do with the fact that its abdominal area is hollow. regardless, though, it's heavy enough to hold a wide majority of people -- and their stands if applicable! -- down and force them down.
as mentioned above, it does not emote. all of its "emoting" seen otherwise is an active "effect", of sorts, from kira's side. for lack of better word, whenever kira himself is in the throes of an extreme or intense emotion, killer queen will react accordingly-- or, well... somewhat accordingly. due to its lack of range in that category, its lips will either downturn or upturn depending on its general read on its user's emotional state.
killer queen can open its mouth in spite of the above. it does not have teeth, gums, nor a tongue. all that one would see when peering within would be a black void with the occasional ambient noise. those that have managed to listen have likened it, strangely, to putting your ear up to a seashell by the ocean but more muffled. it sounds uncomfortably far away, almost as if you yourself are unsure if what you're hearing is real or if your subconscious is merely trying to substitute in place of the silence.
to the touch, killer queen is completely and utterly smooth. however, that's only when you put your hand flat up against it. if you were to -- right now, in this very moment -- put your hand flat against your face, too, it'd feel pretty smooth (facial hair and what-not notwithstanding, of course.) for the most part. but if you were to raise your hand ever so slightly up, juuust enough that you're able to feel subtle peach fuzz? that's basically what killer queen feels like. smooth at first glance touch but kind of, sort of fuzzy if given the so-called opportunity.
somewhat of a sentient stand but not so much that it can be classified as such. it takes a very defensive approach to its user, automatically breaching any potential harm or injury towards kira if in play. if it's not active, kira has to rely on himself to evade any sort of harm. otherwise? killer queen is most likely going to intercept with its reflexes andor its bombs one way or another.
it's, obviously, somewhat cat-like. if you were to try and pet it, it'd react vaguely like a cat would (lean into the touch, shut its eyes, savor the affection, so on and so forth...) without realizing. kira hates this and will, under no circumstance, not allow anyone to touch his stand. well... unless they're rohan, of course.
it doesn't really blink. it can. it will. but it doesn't need to.
kira can talk through killer queen, but his voice will always sound muffled. it's a similar effect to how trying to listen for any sort of sound inside of its mouth. only god knows what reason you'd want to do that for... nonetheless! it's not as extreme as the aforementioned but, moreover, a subtle example. it sounds similar to listening to an overhead speaker within the grocery store or something akin to that. it's clear, crisp, but retains a strange sort of... distance overall.
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atlcscp · 1 year
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I'm oh. Hoh. I'm augh. Somebody tuck me in..
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ghost-qwq · 2 months
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I know I just posted him but this is from like January,, but still !! I'm still pretty happy with it!!
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