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occudo · 2 days
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Moths and Flames or 70's Smokey Eyes
the outfits
look at this and tell me it's not them
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loserdiaz · 1 day
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no but i can't stop about eddie finding queering the map and being overwhelmed by the amount of stories that resonate with him.
it starts with buck, because of course it does.
buck comes into the station one day, rambling about this site he found online. he's still figuring out bisexuality for himself and has been going down a rabbit hole ever since, reading endless articles and reddit stories and experiences told from so many people.
and something about it, about this particular site, catches eddie's attention. he really can't stop thinking about it, wondering if people from el paso would have any of those pins. if anyone from the place he grew up in, was raised in, ever felt like him.
he can't stop wondering if maybe he was never as alone as he thought he was.
when he gets home, he decides to look for himself— it takes him a while. there's too many black pins and he doesn't quite know how to navigate the huge map on his screen. it takes him a few minutes to get the hang of it.
but when he does— oh, when he does.
right there in el paso, people from the same streets he once rode his bike in, are sharing his experiences. fellow soldiers in the same base eddie trained at.
eddie reads these sacred, secret little messages and feels his heart expand more and more with every each one of them.
some of them makes him laugh and chuckle, teary eyed but amused, like "even the army has gays," and "from one gay cowboy to another."
others, nake him falter. make his bretah hitch inside his chest. make something beautiful and fragile and orecious uncurl from the deepest depths of his soul. make him feel seen in a way he isn't sure he's quite ready to.
messages like— "you're not the only one," and "you'll be okay." "the heaven the people from this town speak of, is not a heaven i wanna be sent to." "i should've told him when i had the chance." "stuck in a warzone, thinking about how i wasted so much time and now i might not make it home to him."
messages that hit a little too close to home. from soldiers still in the closet, struggling to accept themselves and living a lie.
messages from dumb teenagers, scared of the future— just like eddie had been once.
messages from people braver than he ever could be, sharing the stories of how they came out to their families and moved across the country to be able to live their truest selves.
eddie spends hours and hours just reading post after post, goingbthrough as many lins as he can and drinking them in as a dying, thirsting man in the middle of the driest desert. he reads until the light from the comouter makes his head hurt and his eyes burn everytime he blinks.
at the end, before closing the tab, he decides to put on his own note.
📍not sure if I'll ever be ready to say it out loud, but I love him. i'm too late. I've lost my chance. this changes nothing, my heart is still in his hands.
he clicks on add and feels the tiniest amount of weight lifting from his shoulders.
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iluvylalevu · 3 days
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So I played In Stars and Time
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welcometothesewers · 6 hours
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Mikutron! Thank you @th3e-m4ng0 for letting me doodle your design! And happy late birthday!
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stitchedspider · 1 day
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daily spot 218
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imma-dragon53 · 2 days
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You’ve heard of “justice league doesn’t know Batman has kids”
Now prepare for “the Team doesn’t know Batman is Robins dad”
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possamble · 3 days
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Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.
Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.
Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.
That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.
Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.
And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.
Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.
I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.
I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...
Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.
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yomipurge · 23 hours
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i never want to draw the shinra uniforms again
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pencil-for-a-dog · 2 days
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Can you imagine, Phantom, a superhero that's already dead, a memeber of the justice league, looking the same as the day he died.
A kid, and an adult by years, born 24 years ago, but he will be always a 14 year old.
He laughs, he jokes, he's full of energy, full of life, but he's dead.
He plans, he fights, he strategize. He's very mature for a teenager, he's still a teenager.
And he's dead.
He's a dead kid walking on the streets, oncw a year he celebrates his birthday, once a year he goes back to his tomb, sometimes his family is already there, crying, mourning the child next to them, the child that will never grow up, sometimes it ia already too late and he's there, asking himself how would it feel to grow up.
And then, one day, the villain of the month strikes him with a strange ray as they scream about scond chances. Panthom, who was intangible, somehow, gets hit by it.
And when he opens his eyes, he's still a kid, with his ghost powers buzzing under his skin, a rage under his fingertips, determination all over him while he breaths for thw first time in 10 years.
He's a dead kid, always fourteen who now has, one more time, a heartbeat.
He's a dead kid breathing.
He's a dead kid but he's alive.
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tare-anime · 1 day
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Bowel discomfort has become one of the longest running gag in SxF
And it has been used as one effective excuses everywhere.
Twilight has been doing it first (iirc)
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And of course as a kid who copy her parents, Anya has learned about the efficiency of the excuse and has said it
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Damian also has used it in such a dire situation
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Even a veteran class assassin such as McMahon also has use the same tactic
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And for those who has watch the movie Code White, Endo himself has created an OC to be played out by the anime team, and at the most beautiful animation scene at the movie nonetheless (a bit too long for my taste but still hillarious).
Behold, the God of Poop himself
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(Credit to @yumeka-sxf for her post here)
So we get it. It's a common thing in SxF.
But, please Endo..... for the love of heaven, DO NOT make Yor spit out ANY of these kind of jokes or excuse or whatever. Nope. No. Just no.
Please, Endo. I'm begging you.
This is shitpost.
But also in serious note please don't let Yor ever said it. Please.....
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druid-boy-punk · 1 day
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VERY MESSY BIRTHDAY ART FOR @prismatoxic!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YOU HAVE AGED!!!!!!
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transparent background versions (prtty sure it isn’t going to work ;w;)
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bellacatt-art · 2 days
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Since so many people really seemed to like my K9, I decided to draw him again! :D
I wanted to try out an art challenge where I try to depict a few different emotions with a small simple character ♡♡
This proves to be quite the challenge since these sorts of characters have minimal features, so the expressions are a bit more difficult to get across 😅 thankfully, I think I did a pretty good job at portraying his many different moods hehe :3
Let me know what you think!! :D
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colorfulmess14 · 4 hours
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Yellow is a nice color.
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snoopyana · 2 days
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unfair.
it’s all just so unfair. why won’t you give him a chance??
park wonbin. 18+ cheater!wonbin.
note — this has been sitting in my drafts since forever now. back when i didn’t post type of forever. older format but i kinda like it. and it has small dick wonbin because i was(and still am) obsessed with the concept and i’ve been seeing it a lot lately so i thought why not post this. the difference between 19 yr old yana and 20 yr old yana is nonexistent. sub!bin still rots my mind like a parasite 🥸
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the scene was so embarrassing.
wonbins’ muffled cries and pleas of forgiveness leaked into your apartment through the cracks of the wooden door. watching as your doorknob violently shook and your door creaked with each rushed movement — you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for him. listening to the jumble of words that he strung together, his intense reaction made you realize how your own emotions were severely delayed. the shock finally setting in as he stood outside your apartment door, yelling for forgiveness. the events unfolded in your mind with every rough yank of the handle and dry heave that came from his mouth.
the way he tried to explain himself after getting caught with a girl, the girl he told you not to worry about, in between his legs. the way he tried to convince you that it wasn’t what it looked like. the way he started to cry when you walked out his apartment without sparing him another word. the way he followed you back to your own and was now begging to be let in.
he was hysterical.
“please just let me in..” voice hoarse, you almost felt bad. fingers itching to open the door for him — because he was still yours, right? it was just a mistake, wasn’t it? against all better judgment, you hand was wrapped around the cold metal and the door was slowly opening. creaking and groaning on its hinges, wonbin surprisingly waited until the wooden barrier was gone and he could finally see your face. your dry face, void of any tears. but also void of any hint of anger.
throwing himself onto your body, his hands gripped onto your body. head finding itself into the crook of your neck — searching for some type comfort. comfort that he didn’t deserve, but comfort that he inevitably got. while your arms wrapped around his waist, his tears soaked your shirt and dampened the skin underneath.
“i swear i-i didn’t mean it..” his voice shaky, wonbin gathered the fabric of your shirt in between his fingers when he felt your body peeling away from his. eventually letting you go, his hands wrapped around his torso, where your arms once were. the lack of physical touch making him nervous. you’d always hug him when he did something wrong, you’d always comfort him when he hurt you and whisper into his ear that it was okay and that you forgive him.
so why aren’t you doing it now.
the silence was almost too loud, a ringing in his ears as he waited for your voice to replace the headache inducing noise. watching your lips repeatedly fall open, only to quickly close once more. his patience slowly thinning the longer you took to give him an answer. when you took a step back, his eyes darted down to your feet — quickly focusing back onto your face. watching as your once calm expression morphed into one of anger? irritation? disgust? maybe it was all the above.
whatever it was, he wasn’t used to it. you never had reacted in such a manner and it scared him blue. as you stepped back, he stepped closer. clammy hands reaching out to you before you could step too deep into your home. “please, i can fix things…” wrapping his arms around your shoulders, wonbin hunched forward. bringing his swollen lips to meet yours, quickly losing himself as you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. the control he once had, slowly slipped away from him.
pushing his body away once more, all he would do was whine and chase your lips. with the lack of touch again, it finally dawned upon him that you hadn’t said a single word to him. simply letting the situation unfold in-front of you. before he could comment on the lack of your vocalization, his body was being dragged through the air. being forcefully pushed down onto your couch, air knocked from his body as he was seated in the same position that he was caught in. legs spread, head knocking against the back cushions of the couch, and his arms hanging loosely on his sides.
situating yourself onto his lap, his hands snaked up your waist — only to be slapped back down to his sides. swallowing hard, wonbin kept his hands curled up on his sides. “you know wonbin,” hooking your fingers around the waistband of his sweats, his body twitched when your cold fingers pressed against his torso. “i’ll be honest, ‘m not surprised you had to go find someone else to suck this excuse of a dick.” eyes wide and teary from your words. he found himself staying silent.
yanking at his pants, wonbin lifted his hips in response. the fabric pooled just below his hips, letting his dick spring out. you’d had seem it all before, in all its not-so-great glory.
ironic he was the one to cheat first.
wrapping your palm around him, it nearly disappeared in your grasp. his tip just barely poking out the top of your hand.
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hot tears ran down his face as your hand continued to slowly jerk and pull at his aching dick. squirming underneath your body weight, his hands gripped onto your shoulders from the overstimulation. bucking up into your fist, a choked whine slipped through his swollen lips. “please, no more..” pushing at your arm, wonbins’ eyes screwed shut. attempts at getting away from your body falling flat.
“you were the one that wanted to cheat, so you’re gonna sit here and take it.”
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note - was reading this over and decided to change the ending. i was onto something back then and i will continue to preach that men with smaller dicks deserve attention too🙏🏽‼️
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iliss4 · 1 day
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@hypnoticmoth inspired
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hey-imma-fangirl · 3 days
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The next part has finally arrived!!
Sorry this has taken so dang long… I’ll be honest I was procrastinating because I hate coloring but I don’t like how my uncolored comics look 😅 it’s also such a LONG comic, much longer than what I usually do lol
In any case, hope you enjoy!
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✨Previous Part✨
✨First Part✨
✨Next Part ~ Coming Soon✨
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