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artiemisia · 1 year

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⊹ loving vincent headers ɞ..

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#header #headers #simple header #simple headers #loving vincent #loving vincent headers #babi #art #art headers #van gogh #van gogh headers

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ajstaria · 10 months

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sometimes i ask myself out loud:

"Which Redacted Audio character would love my blog theme / layout, and who would hate it"

(please reblog with ur answers i wanna see the design you guys have)

#personally i think #redacted vincent #redacted caelum #redacted lasko #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #would LOVE the blue #and angel & caelum would love the cute little swan in my header #aaron would scoff at my color scheme #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted verse #redacted headcanons #redacted dahlia #tumblr blog #tumblr layouts

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stormyaxolotl · 2 months

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Could you possibly give us some profile pictures and headers for Rody and Vincent from dead plate please? :3

of course !! I love dead plate >w<

art credits: anthropofagic TamangoDweeb Alizera62 PeachDaArtist

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theserpens · 5 months

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Serpens' Drarry Recs: Overview

This is an overview post to provide quick access to the first fifteen Rec Lists on this Blog. I could not resist giving each one a dramatic headline and intro picture. But if you are looking for really quick links, look no further: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen.

And now, for the fun part:

Set One: Animal Transformations, Humor and 'That Moment' when Your Cute Bunny, Owl or Dog is Actually Your Childhood Nemesis.

Set Two: Two Grumpy, Traumatized Men Stuck in a Cabin: Working through their Problems and Falling In Love.

Set Three: Angsty, Toxic and Self-Destructive Romance Between Hurt Boys, Shortly After a War. The Fragile Solace of Destruction.

Set Four: Secret or Hidden Identities, Spies and Sleeping Together Without Recognizing Each Other. Drama Ensues!

Set Five: Curses, Love-Potion-Accidents, Binding Hexes and other Magical Hijinks cause a Romance. With Humor and Twists.

Set Six: Draco in the Muggle World, Harry thinking Draco Malfoy is Up To Something. Or He Feels Lost and likes to Follow Draco Around.

Set Seven: De-Aging, Memory Curses and Casework Bring Harry and Draco Together, as they Untangle their Complicated History.

Set Eight: Bound Together, by Magic or by Circumstance, they have to learn to Understand Each Other. Angst, but its Hurt with Comfort.

Set Nine: Former Enemies, now Not-Quite-Friends-With-Benefits. They are not really 'Casually' Sleeping Together, of course.

Set Ten: In Between Hogwarts Classes the Boys are Messing Around. Sixth Year, on Opposite Sides of a Brewing War. It's Angsty, naturally.

Set Eleven: Old Magical Houses are Spooky (meaning Haunted) and Proud (Semi-Sentient). But One Can Fall In Love In Them Too!

Set Twelve: Eigth Year, Dealing with Trauma through Violent Collision, with Fists and Kisses. Antagonistic Love Stories.

Set Thirteen: Eigth Year Again, but Soft and Sweet. Boys leaving the War behind them, finding new Peace and Connection in Each Other.

Set Fourteen: It's Dragons! Including Dragons as Pets, or Our Draco Transforming Into One. Many Scaly, Fire-Breathing Monsters - Yay!

Set Fifteen: Harry stumbling upon Draco in an Unexpected Place. Stories about Growing Up, Coming Out and Moving On.

The cropped artworks can be found full sized in the matching Rec List Posts with credits in the tags, but here is a complete overview of all used artists and works:

David Shrigley - Ohne Titel (Header), Susa Monteiro aka Susana Philipp Baiôa Monteiro - No Title (One), Felix Vallotton - La falaise de la grève blanche (Two), Egon Schiele - Zwei Männer (Three), Renè Magritte - The Lovers (Four), Edvard Munch - Mondlicht (Five), Harland Miller - Blonde But Not Forgotten (Six), Claude Monet - Water Lillies (Seven), Marina Abramovic - Rest Energy (Eight), Mikulàs Galanda - No Title (Nine), Unknown Etching - A lion and a Snake (Ten), René Magritte (Eleven), Denis Sarazhin - Pantomine 3 (Twelve), Vincent Van Gogh (Thirteen), Utagawa Sadahide - A dragon and two tigers (Fourteen), Helene Delmaire (Fifteen)

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry fic rec #fic reccomendations #masterlist #masterpost #overview #draco x harry #drarry fic #serpens' drarry recs

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farvann · 2 months

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what are the main trios home lives like? do the masks in the art in your background photo symbolize Lila’s attitude towards connor and Vincent or their attitude towards Lila? What’s the monster-human relationship like? Or is Lila not human?

Lila lives her father. Her mother is estranged and her older brother has been away for awhile doing his own thing but he calls and visit occasionally. Her father is a master of hand to hand combat and has trained Lila in many different pratices (tae kwon do, martial arts, etc) so she’s strong and able to defend herself against anyone or anything. He worries and cares about her deeply but she barely has a social life because of it.

Vincent has two dotting snake mother who love him deeply and baby him a little. He’s never left his angsty teen phase and is always embarrassed by them in a “Moooooom stoooOOP” kinda way. They’re the type to whip out the baby pictures minutes into coming over. His older brother constantly in trouble as his main source of income is in shadow market potion dealing. He picks on Vincent constantly but he wouldn’t let anyone else pick on him. He’s also a gorgon like one of Vincent’s mom’s.

Connor has a very nice home life, the closest thing you can get too a suburban family if they were all blood thirsty monsters. He’s an only child and has two loving parents that want the best for him. Unfortunately he’s been homeschooled most of his life due to his lack of control over his true form so he’s a bit sheltered and it definitely didn’t help his social anxiety. They love him dearly but worry and maybe even scared of what he’s capable of.

Can’t answer those last two questions just yet BUT the drawing in my header is from an old amv I started 4 yrs ago but never finished.

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Not Just For Christmas

Universe Masterlist

Enlarge for HQ header image - tumblr hates big images xx

During the run up to Christmas 2022 I challenged myself to write a fic every single day up til Christmas Day and shock to all of us, I actually completed that. I never in a million years thought the Harry and Y/N I created for that daily series would be so well received and appreciated that there would be demand for a permanent universe for our Christmas couple.

Thus, Not Just For Christmas has been born! Follow along with Harry, Y/N and their Golden Retriever Vincent and get to know the couple all year round and not just for Christmas

Fics containing smut are marked with a * and I respectfully ask they remain for 18+ readers only.

—requests for this couple are always open

Read my full Masterlist here

Fics posted Newest - Oldest

Gotcha

Reminisce on the day our favourite golden retreiver entered Harry and Y/N's lives and the journey it took to get him.

Love Locks

Valentine’s Day Fic 2023. Vince the dog goes to the boarders for two nights while hopeless romantic Harry whisks Y/N off to Paris to celebrate Valentine’s Day in the city of love

2022 Advent Calendar

-Read the 25 daily fics that started it all, follow along a search for advent calendars, decorating, a missing ornament, the best dog to ever exist, some special family time and a whole lot of festive love - fics containing smut are marked *

Short little blurbs/concepts/ask replies can be read here

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Read my full Masterlist here

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frigidsilver · 2 months

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--CHAPTER 2--

Blotted Clouds

A month or so had passed since Karnage offered a spot on his crew to the bat named Vincent Lunas. Since then, his new recruit has been proving to be more than just a witty talker. Quickly finding a place among the mechanics and engineers of the crew repairing the engines, keeping the canons maintained, and the occasional blackout he's tasked with fixing.

They all had been doing the occasional morning routines. All filed into the mess hall sluggishly and drowsily. Grabbing their breakfast from the chef and finding their seats to converse and eat. Karnage sat in his reserved seat at the end of the hall by the windows that looked over the clear morning sky.

Vincent and the other mechanics made their way in a few minutes later. Recently just arriving from the supply run they were sent to retrieve earlier that morning. Don had waived Vincent to his table. The bat grabbed a tray with some fruits then pulled a chair aside Don.

"Good morning, my little tinker. How is my lovely ship running so far?"

"Everything is running swimmingly, Captain. Ratchet, Jock and myself picked up the ship's weekly supplies from the port, along with your requested order."

He placed a to-go cup of coffee on the table in front of his captain. In which Don reached over to grab, washing down his meal. A yawn escaped his mouth with his hand groggily pushing it back in.

"I maybe known as the creature of the night among the crew. But it seems to me that coffee is the only thing keep you up.

"Don't think you are the funny comedian this morning. I was not the one singing outside the ship late at night. If I knew any better, you are enjoying your night shifts TOO much."

Vincent gave a sheepish grin, not even fighting the accusations.

"Did you stay up all night listening to my songs? Forgive me, I'll bring it down a few octaves. Although, I'm touched to know you let me get away with it so long without any ill comments."

"I'm not complaining, Vincent. I am just making sure you don't lose your edge.

I would hate to throw you off my ship for not getting the required amount of sleep."

"Don and Vincent gave each other a grin. Enjoying the banter they share. It's been so long since Don Karnage had someone to give a good back and forth without fumbling on their words. He watched the bat pull out a crumpled newspaper. He barely had unfolded it without a word read when Don pulled the paper down with a finger.

"Are you not going to share this morning's news? I need to keep my knowledge sharp."

Don listened to the willing reader whisk through the headlines briefly. Leisurely rocking back and forth in his chair with Vincent comfortably putting a leg on a knee.

"Abel Klaus faces charges for stolen inventions. Wonderful news...rivaling news anchor, DNN. Faces backlash after bold accusations torwards the king...A-

His eyes stopped to take a moment to read the next headline. Immediately running back and forth through the wrinkled papers to find the full article. Reading the header with his best news reporter voice.

"I think this will pique your interest:

Ace pilot, Baloo Von Bruinwald. Has been reported missing for three days."

Don Karnage almost spat out his Cappuccino after hearing that. Now sitting up straight like a student being called by their teacher. He snatched the papers from the bat's hands. who raised his hand up passively letting his eager captain finish the article with great focus.

"His employer, Rebecca Cunningham of Higher for Hire. Claims he was making a delivery with his navigator, Kit Cloudkicker, southeast of Wasteland and never came back. Also stating that, "He was not at any of the usual places he goes to slack off."

"Huh, Harsh lady. Must be fun swiping her cargo every so often. Well, attempting to that is."

"Oh, but it is much fun. But this is a surprise, even to myself. Rebecca knows that Bear has gotten himself into worse situations and comes back on time for the paycheck. I struck with curiosity on the reasoning for her concern."

Pushing himself out of his chair and placing his hands on the table. Staring off into the wall, visualizing his new morning plans come together. With his nemesis taking a surprise vacation, this left a wonderful opportunity for some excitement.

"With the so-called Ace pilot missing. This gives Don Karnage and his vicious band of pirates a perfect chance to raid the wonderful city of Cape Suzette once again, Yes-no?"

Don Karnage cut breakfast short and put his crew straight to work. Setting the Iron Vulture's course to the city of Cape Suzette.

A wonderful city with towering buildings that even planes have their own designated flight paths through the various structures. Along with its equally as tall cliffs that protected the city from threats like Karnage and his crew. With only a small chasm that lead in and out. Armed with massive cannons and guns that rivaled the ships.

The air pirates had successfully raided Cape Suzette only once. But that was episodes ago and foiled by the efforts of Baloo and the young traitor, Kit.

Kit...

The boy's name rang through Karnage's head as he saw the bright art deco city coming up into view. It was the same as the last time he visited.

His wandering mind drifted his gaze skyward, to be met with a dark storm brewing. Quickly falling over the ship and soon the city.

"Aha, now THIS will add to the dramatic entrance. We shall hide among the storm and catch them by surprise. Nothing like a little bit of lighting and-"

In response to Don Karnage's proclamation. An explosive boom shook the ship. Frantically scanning to see if the cliff cannons had shot at them. To his relief, the guns remained to stay idol. But there was no time to take chances. Karnage reached for the intercom system and held it to his face.

"RATCHET, what was that? Did the ship go boom? If not, what did?"

Moments of static later, the raspy voice of the head engineer, Ratchet spoke through the com.

"No captain, must be the storm outside. Pretty big one to me."

"Keep an eye on my contraptions, my good man. We dont want to be looking like fools in front of our victims, yes, no?

The captain turned his attention back to the storm above. Taking accout of the looming clouds that gradually built over the city and the airship.

Clustered together tight that none of the morning light pierced through. Leaving the sky a dark violent purple that swirled around. Rain began to fall around the ship. Hitting the hull with hard thuds like small rocks. Just by hearing it, one would assume it would be hail.

Except something was strangely wrong with this rain.

It was not clear, but shared the same violent purple as the clouds it came from. Thick and slimy as it clung to the ship's hull.

Crew mates crowded around the ports with Don like moths to a lamp. Eyes glued to the goop slowly piling up together.

Their curiosity quickly turned to concern as the growing piles started to become animated. Climbing on top of each other to make disfigured limbs, gaping mouths, and parting way for soulless, green eyes that burned into the inhabitants of the ship.

It was no rain,

It was ink.

The pirates backed up from the windows as the monsters grew in number. A slow trudge turned into a mad dash to the windows. One of the pirates fled from the windows in a high pitch voice filled with fear.

"SPATTERS!"

All moved away from the windows as the Spatters reached the windows. Lurching what would be assumed to be their heads back and spitting a vile green acid that burned through the window and hull. Putting their unnerving, buring stares to shame.

"THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! The king and the rodent finished the big one off, did they not!?"

At the very back of the ship, the three engineers ran maintenance checks on the engines, unaware of the assault at the front of the ship. Until Vincent's ears perked over noises that were not familiar.

"Wait a minute..."

Ratchet and Jock turned from their duties torwards Vincent, who stood completely still. Trying to understand what this dingbat was on about.

"It's probably all the lightning outside that's putting your hearing out of whack."

The bat didn't respond if he was stuck in the 19th century, concentrating on the numerous sounds of the ship. He heard the shrill shouts of the crew about a problem soon to be discovered, Karnage's muffled voice howled unintelligible commands, the sounds of the "rain" pounding against the metal exterior, then numerous clangs echoing from deep in the ship that gradually became louder.

The other two pirates looked around now, understanding one of Vincent's concerns. Jock neared one of the pipes, squinting through his dark glasses to see a dark liquid dripping from the cracks of the machine.

"THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE PIPES!"

Not even a moment to process the info was given as the machines groaned in discomfort. Billowing a thick smoke trying to rid the spatters as one tries to rid off an infection. The three darted back and forth between the different contraptions. Twisting values, tightening pipes, and even resorting to primitive pounding on the metal. Anything to try to keep the system stable. Vincent swooped over to the radio to warn the captain of this issue.

"Karnage, the machines down here are malfunctioning. At this rate, we're not sure how long we can keep them together."

But it was no use. The line remained to be the only silent thing in that room.

A pipe broke off the wall and fell to the floor with a loud clang. The three all looked at the fallen pipe spew a black liquid. Slowly forming one of the hundreds of shipwrecking culprits. Its eyes pierced through the smoke and launched itself at the startled pirates.

The green acid was chucked at poor Jock like vomit. Yelling in agony as it made contact with his arm. Leaving it looking like a melted candle as his striped shirt and his charcoal fur melted together and dripped onto the floor. Vincent whipped one of his wings at the spatter and shielded Jock with his other arms. In the process, the quick-thinking Ratchet released the pressure in the pipes, causing them to spray out steam. Putting a barrier between the threat and them.

The machines groans escalated to high-pitched screams as they could no longer stay together. Instincts told them to heed that warning and dropped everything. They fled up the stairs helping Jock out the engine room, slamming the door shut behind them just in the nick of time.

The three leaned on the door with their weight, attempting to give their bodies a moments rest. Sweat dampening their collars and fur. Not even a moment later;

BOOM

The whole ship shook from the blast. Heat poured out from the door with a fiery glow quickly following. They all fearfully scampering away from the explosion, Jock ran alongside Vincent while he squeezed his injured arm with ink leaking through his fingers.

"WE NEED TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE, NOW! YOURE LOOSING TOO MUCH INK!"

"THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT!

YOU NEED TO GET TO THE CAPTAIN AND TELL HIM TO HOLD THE SHIP STEADY SO WE CAN BREACH THE WALL. YOURE THE FASTEST OUT OF US, WE'LL TRY AND KEEP THE LAST ENGINE GOING UNTIL THEN."

Jock and Ratchet took a hard right to the remaining engine. Leaving Vincent alone to pick up speed to barrel down the hallway. Hallway after hallway, Vincent navigated through the labyrinth of corridors and catwalks to reach the hangar. Having his suspicions to be true. The walls of the hangar were thinned through, distorted chunks of metal clinging to what remained. Leaving gaping holes for the spatters to continue their brainless hunt. Crewmates alike defended against the intruders with all they had. Climbing up to the catwalks to take refuge from the sludge zombies that clawed at the walls.

Vincent kicked the door of the bridge open. Seeing the debonair captain wrestling the helm for control over the Iron Vulture and warding off a spatter. He swatted it away with his wing near the hole it emerged from. Kicking it right back out to plunge into the sea below. Short breathed, he reported to Karnage;

"We just lost an engine! Jock and Ratchet are doing all they can to keep the last one together. The spatters got inside the system, I don't know how."

"DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID IN THE HEAD? OF COURSE I CAN TELL IT WENT BOOM. MY SHIP USUALLY DOES NOT FLY LIKE A-"

Karnage's emotions flipped from irritation to dread. If all the horrors that unfolded around him finally caught up to him. Whipping his body toward the windows with eyes wide open.

"The cannons, RADIO THE CAPE SUZZETE AIR CONTROL RIGHT NOW!"

He quickly took his captain's orders into action and fumbled with the radio's dial to the air control's frequency.

"This is the Iron Vulture to air control. We request an emergency landing in your city's harbors. Spatters are ravaging our ship and took out one of our engines. SO PLEASE REGROW THOSE STOLEN HEARTS OF YOURS AND LET US THOUGH!

.....HELLO?"

The line stayed quiet, with the only thing that could be heard being crackling static. As did the canons that lined on top of the wall. Vincent tapped his foot anxiously waiting for their response. Before letting out an irritated sigh before tossing the mic aside.

"No one bothers to pick up the radio anymore, do they? Or even do their jobs for that matter..."

"We are AIR PIRATES, Vincent! We do not have to abide by ANY of their silly rules. If they are not going to shoot; We go in."

The Iron Vulture unsteadily made it pass the wall. As they did, they found their reason for the lack of security. It was not only the air pirates that were being attacked.

So was all of Cape Suzette.

The ink rain caked the buildings and canons with creatures of all shapes and variety that formed from the puddles. All filled with the same lime green acid.

Thinner

The same substance that ate away at the Iron Vulture, the buildings of Cape Suzette. The same liquid that spilled into their world years ago. Causing the Great Thinner Disaster, that ruined Wasteland. Along with marking the arrival of the monster that came with it, The Blot. A massive demon forged of ink that plagued the world of the forgotten with its endless army of blotlings. Tearing this world apart with the goal to escape and lay ruin the worlds they all once knew.

Vincent only had heard stories of the disaster and the monsters of dark ink from the Gremlins back in Salom during lunch breaks. But nothing could've prepared him for the destructive capabilities of these things.

He was brought back to his senses when tossed to the side by the abrupt jolt of the ship. The ship's helm spun around clockwork.

"THESE IDIOTS ARE TURNING MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP INTO SCRAPS OF METAL!"

Karnage whined as the ship veered close to the wall. Scraping some of the spatters off the ship. Leaving their remains as graffiti on the rocky canvas. Regaining their balance, the two of them held their tongues as the mutilated ship crept out of the cliff, into the harbor.

Despite the small victory, another blast came from behind them. As the last engine finally succumbed to its demise. Vincent turned back to the explosion, concerned for the other mechanics. The airship lost its momentum, rapidly starting it's decent.

"I TOLD YOU IDIOTS TO KEEP AN EYE ON MY SHIP!"

That was uncalled for, I am sorry."

Turning on the intercom one last time, he spoke to his crew rapidly.

"Everyone to the planes, it's time to make a tactical retreat. Hurry now, scatter, go, VAMOOSE! Or I throw you off myself."

The fighter planes one by one sputtered to life down in the hangar. The captain pulled a long lever in the bridge that opened the beak of the ship to the violent storm outside. Sounds of propellers disappeared as Lunas made sure everyone was accounted for from the bridge window. To Vincents relief Jock and Ratchet, emerging from the back of the ship with a layer of ash dusted on their clothes. Everyone had safely made it to a plane and out of the ship.

Except one.

Don stood at the controls stubbornly fighting the wheel. Vincent held onto the doorway for support, calling out to him over the winds.

"Karnage, everyone is off the ship. We need to leave, now"

"I will NOT let these slimey type foes be the last on Don Karnage! I REFUSE to let my ship fall without its glorious captain!"

"The ship will be fine, we can repair it or get a new one. What won't be fine is you getting mutilated like the ship and the pests. Who's going to order around the air pirates? Do you really want Dumptruck to come out of retirement and be captain again after last time?"

Don gripped the wheel tightly trying to stay strong for the vulture, his Iron Vulture. As the towering buildings started to fall around him, the reality started to set in.

His crew needed Don Karnage. How would they ever function without him? Who would lead their revenge on the blotlings? Who was even worthy of carrying his title if he perished?

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath while his grip loosened off of the helm. Backing away with defeat etched on his face, switching on the auto pilot. Vincent raised a hand trying to find the words to attempt comforting Don. But only watched him rush out of the bridge, in which he closely tailed behind. The clanking of their boots pounding on the metal drowned out by the numerous explosions from inside the ship.

The hangar was left empty with only the sounds of howling winds pouring through and a choir of spatters gurgling down below. Don gritted his teeth furiously and rushed down the stairs. Cutlass in hand, he launched torwards the perpetrators that ruined his ship.

"They'll pay for what they've done!"

A vicious swipe of his sword made contact with one of the spatters cutting right through the middle. Only for the blades cuts to be covered again by the dripping ooze. Leaving no trace of Don's fury.

Vincent made his own attempt and let out two shots from his pistols. Unfortunately, met with the same outcome like Karnage. The bullets went straight through and bounced off the metallic interior.

Frustration grew as time did not. Looking over the situation, he hatched up a plan. Running to the wall of the hangar and closed the beak of the ship. The bat heard the creaking of the ship's beak close shut and saw Don was still inside. He dived to him and started shaking him by his shoulders in panic.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HOW ARE YOU GETTING OUT WITH YOUR PLANE?"

"If I leave that beak open when we crash, we would be drinking sea water like little fishies. I want my beloved Vulture to be intact. Not to end up like the pathetic little shipwrecks made by primitive sea pirates.

I will make my retreat out the bomb bay doors. If we are truly lucky, we will pull the rug from underneath them spatters in the process. I rely on you to signal me when you open the doors. So if anything goes in the south direction; I WILL WEAR YOUR WINGS LIKE A GOTHIC CAPE!"

Vincent gave a speechless confirmation with a blank face. Eyes following the wolf luring the spatters to his plane. Still attempting to process the information with his wings tucked closer to his back defensively.

The familiar sounds of propellers filled the ship once again. Don had maneuvered his plane over the bomb bay doors and awaited Vincent's signal. Who stood by the button like a ride operator ready to plunge him out of the ship. He tore off the red bandana draped around his neck. Swinging it in the air like a flag with a high pitch whistle following right after. With a quick reaction from Don pushing on the throttle full force.

Not a moment later, the doors flung open underneath, dropping the spatters and plane into the air. All sounds faded away into the winds.

A feeling Don Karnage knew all too well. He was made to be apart of the skies. To soar through the clouds and plunder whoever he pleased. He pursuited the most skilled fliers through mountains and caves. This was no challenge for the prince of pirates. This was nothing more than an everyday adventure the writers put him through.

Pulling the throttle close to his chest as he rapidly approached the water. Meters turned to feet, city and harbor blurring together. The plane only grazed the slightest amount of water as it flew over by inches. Don's confidence remained unwaivered, circling around the Iron Vulture.

Vincent punched the button again sliding the doors back together. He rushed to one of the spatter-made holes and saw the captain's plane nimbly dodging the falling ink.

"That's the Don Karnage for you."

The bat whispered to himself tying his bandana back across his neck. Then made his own escape out of the ship. Flapping upwards to intercept Karnage's plane. He grappled onto one of the wings and tried to catch his shaky breath.

The captain didn't acknowledge Vincent at first. Only watched solemnly as the Iron Vulture splashed into the water below. Large tidal waves pulsating throughout the harbor. Karnage's face melted to bittersweet relief, seeing his ship float like a toy bot in a bathtub. A sigh of relief later, he spoke over the propeller.

"Excellent work, Vincent. Your precision managed to almost come close to rivaling my own talent."

"The only thing you're rivaling is the king's luck. Though your skills are impressive, not gonna deny it."

Feelings of mutual respect amongst captain and mechanic only clouded the internal feeling of despair for the crashed airship.

"We will come back for my ship. For now, we shall locate Rebecca Cunningham. I fear there's a connection to those failed attempts of art projects and Baloo's disappearance. "

The falling ink slowed to a stop, leaving the sounds of thunder and wailing winds behind. The tires of the plane made contact with the pavement of a cleared road close to the docks.

Vincent and Don stepped off into the wet street with a thud. Turning to see an upclose view of the damage the storm had brought to the unfortunate city.

The once vibrant buildings that proudly stood tall in the sky now bent into warped and twisted versions of their former glory. Leaving towers wilted and chunks of buildings missing. The thinner had burned through the colorful paint that coated the walls. Digging dull, lifeless dents in their structures. Most places in Wasteland had become husks of what they once were since the thinner disaster. But to see the effects in a matter of minutes showed the true destructive nature of the acid that plagued their world.

Drenched in sweat with pulses still pounding on the falling airship. They vigilantly walked down the pier cautiously, on edge with every creak of each dingy plank of wood.

"It's lucky that you and the vulture had stayed so strong after all these years."

Vincent's voice cut through the thick silence in attempt to distract Don's mind. Who stared ahead blankly like a lost child. Only thinking about all he'd lost all in one morning. His greatest enemy, his ship, and now the city he was supposed to conquer.

After all he was THE air pirate. He was supposed to be plundering things away. Not the other way around.

"We were airborne most of the time. We never were too close to the area where that pollution resided. Or where that...thing launched its last attack. Thanks to my excellent skills of navigation and planning, of course."

His snapped back to his self-assured persona. Remembering the captain he supposed to be.

A few steps later of weary walking, they arrived at their location at the far end of the docks.

Higher for Hire's headquarters resided in a small office with a storehouse and watchtower attached to it. Charming little place made of wood and scrap metal. Which didn't look as charming as it usually did as most of the city didn't at the moment. Holes littered the surfaces of the building and docks. With the biggest hole being the port where Baloo's cargo plane, The Seaduck, usually was found lazily rocking in the water. Alike to its pilot in his hammock right beside it.

They knocked at the office door with no response. They banged louder on the wooden door. Not a sound came from within. It remained pitch black. Not even a moment later, Karnage marched around to the side of the building over to a window. He stuck his cutlass through the gap. Scraping back and forth to unlock the window.

"You really can't be patient, can you? We can just get in though the multiple holes in the walls the blot gracefully left for us."

"I've stolen an idol and the keys to the seaduck plane before though this certain window. This is my own personal door in."

A loud pop later, the old window slid open. A cold breeze

"It is not my fault they don't ever fix this little issue."

Don's announcing footsteps echoed through the office floor. Strewn with missing fliers and numerous undelivered cargo that towered to the ceiling. A mug was left abandoned on the desktop with white steam still dancing above it. The captain took note of this and cleared his throat. Walking around while looking for the owner loudly calling out to her.

"Allo, Allo Rebecca Cunningham. It is I, the consulting captain, Don Kar-"

A turn of a corner unveiled a loaded flare gun pointed directly at Don. Putting his parade around the room came to a sharp halt. Hands up by his face in response with his thick brows raised. Vincent quickly armed himself with his pistols and pointed it directly at the holder. A stern yet shaky voice emerged from the dark corner.

"What do you want, Karnage?"

The gun pushed the captain to the center of the room. Pulling out the person holding it into the dim light. Vincent had his fingers on the triggers ready for any sudden movements.

An average sized woman stood composed at the pirates. She dressed in a pink jacket wrapped over a white turtleneck with muted purple slacks. Her eyes dead locked with this all too familiar intruder with stands of hair falling from her usually upkept French twist.

"Rebecca, I come on business inquiring about Baloo."

Her grip tightened on the flare gun. Raising both her voice and her aim towards his face.

"I assumed my powerful presence would act as a magnet to his metal exterior. Attracting him back to save his wonderful Cape Suzette from the likes of my glorious self. Though now, these pests overstaged me and ruined my onslaught.

"Who's to say you don't have him in your grasps already? If he's not with you; Then why are you in my office?

Getting impatient waiting to loot our cargo from the seaduck?"

May we please talk like civilized type of persons?"

She cautiously lowered her weapon with eyes still on the pirates. Vincent meeting her with the same cold gaze, placing his own pistols away back into his coat reluctantly. A moment later, Rebecca lead them to her desk. Dropping herself into her chair with a soft thud, exasperated. Loose papers gently floated in the air to the floor boards.

"First I lose my pilot and navigator, then the Blot comes back for another serving, and now I have air pirates in my office. I really can't catch a break, can I?"

"Unfortunately no my capitalist compatriot.

You could say your life has been in a "talespin" ever since we've been forgotten, Yes, no?

Hah, I make a joke."

He laughed at his own remark. The other two remained silent as they looked at him. Rebecca pulled at the strands of her brunette hair. Words filtering through her frustrated teeth.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't walk straight through the thinner and spatters to get the police?"

"As if the police are even in a solid unit at this point. Didn't even bother to shoot us or the blotlings out of the sky."

The bat chipped in the snarky remark from across the room. Peeking into open cargo boxes with curiosity. Mrs. Cunningham didn't even bother with turning her head to the bat and kept her gaze on Karnage.

"I'm sorry, Karnage. But I can't keep track of all your goons. Who is this?"

"This is Vincent Lunas. Relatively new to my honorable band of air pirates."

Karnage dragged Vincent away from his rummaging, displaying the mechanic as a collector presents his latest finds. An unimpressed Rebecca slumps in her chair, looking up at the two.

"Honorable is a loose term you use. All you do is steal and be a thorn at my side ever since the pilot episode."

"It's plunder miss-analysis-of-terms. You can't blame for loving my job and loving the riches you carry."

"King Oswald hasn't made any ill complaints about us. We stay in our air territory, and we have no quarrel."

The bat looked down onto Rebecca. Visibly irritated with how belittling this strewed businesswoman was towards him. Something he wasn't going to let by. His voice dropped low and sharp along with his brow.

"Since we're on the topic of "honorable. " Weren't you the one who endorsed those robot pilots who put dozens out of the job so you could get a good payment? If it wasn't for Karnage sabotaging that flight. Your little operation would've been 6 feet under before you even got dragged down here with the rest of us."

Vincent continued to jab at her track records with petty intent. Wings risen over his head, standing his ground. Rebecca pushed herself out of the chair to confront him. Don Karnage wedged himself between the two, voicing his own frustration.

"We are here to make a deal, not to cause more problems than there needs to be. It has been a long day though it is still is young.

A sharp exhale later, Don leaned on the desk with his hands together. Speaking in his charismatic voice that Rebecca had heard one too many times.

"You see, while you two were squabbling like little children. Don Karnage put some pieces together to this mystery puzzle. Who was the client who hired your services?"

"I'm not going to give out private information out like candy. I have a reputation to uphold and rules for my company."

"How about this; we help you find Baloo and Kit Cloudkicker and possibly help with this mess you and the citizens of Cape Suzette are in. If we are feeling so generous."

"...What's the catch?"

A foxy grin curled his lips over his sharp teeth. His voice spelled out persuasive words to Mrs. Cunningham interests and his own.

"You will put in a good word to the Cape Suzette officials to lift the ban of me and my crew in your city.

Think about it this way; I would not have to force my way into Cape Suzette and raid it if I was simply let in. Think of all the problems we can solve with this simple agreement, Mrs. Cunningham.

Not to mention the wonderful seafood dinners and loot we can easily take."

The last part was whispered underneath his breath, so only where Vincent could hear. Who smothered his visible anger with logic. Being overruled by the potential of his captain's clever negotiation. Fixing his demeanor to be more respectful and folded his wings behind his back.

"Alright, Karnage. I'll budge for now. As much as i don't want to be seen with you filthy pirates. I'm going with you to make sure you don't cause any problems with the info I gave you AND to make sure those two aren't making a fool of me.

"You have my word on my honor as an air pirate. We shall be on our bestest behaviors. isn't that right, Vincent?"

He spoke in a noble tone giving a theatrical bow to exemplify his promise. Vincent mimicking his captain's action right after with watered down enthusiasm.

Rebecca rose from her chair marching to a filing cabinet on the wall. Flipping through the contents inside. Pulling out a barely used file and held it in her hands.

"The last client those two flew for was for Khan Industries, under Shere Khan himself."

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(When this is posted, The Epic Mickey Rebrushed trailer had been released the same day. MY FIXATION MANEFESTED THE REMAKE)

Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3(W.I.P)

#o.p.a.t #don karnage #talespin #epic mickey #epic mickey 2 #the power of two #epic mickey rebrushed #fanfic #story #wasteland #air pirates #rebecca cunningham #gay #oswald the lucky rabbit #oswald disney #disney #baloo

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sunlaire · 16 days

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thank u for liking my art!! (im marella-moon it wont let me ask questions on my other account lol) I just wanna say i love ur fitzier artttttt!!! and also vincent di fate was my illustration history teacher lmaoo

!!!!! That's so nice of you. I hadn't shared my art a whole lot before recently. When I recieve compliments like this, it means a lot. Thank you. I love your art too. the way you draw Croziers tummy. He's so round... It's got me flustered, i wont lie 👀

And what the heck ??? That's so cool. Geez that painting in my header, I loved it so much I painted it beneath my computer desk. (Not nearly as good as the original but it works)

I really like the art of his that I've seen wahh. I hope he was a good teacher. That's so wild.

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gentle-giant-swag · 4 months

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For the character bingo: Kanji Tatsumi (The best gentle giant <3)

By the squeak. I don’t mean I would hurt him on purpose. More, himbo aggression (cuteness aggression but for himbos)

First I got introduced to him because my mutual sent me the Troy Baker NFT scandal. I went “omg not Fortnite default guy :(“ as a joke. She was sad because it was Kanji’s VA.

Two years later, I got into persona, and somehow got two favorite characters of all time who shares a VA (Vincent valentine (ff7) and Kanji are both voiced by Matt Mercer in the newer games of both series).

He’s the header for a reason! I love him so much and is probably one if not my favorite fictional character of all time. He’s like (just like most gentle giants) so unhateble. Of course his dungeon is very iffy at times and there could been some changes (and his post timeskip design is like, not my fave, but it helped me work on an oc of mine). He’s the most masculine character in the game, and is represented with bunnies. POWERMOVE! Yes, he is a bit aggressive at times but he doesn’t mean it and he does respect his adults. He can sew, he can cook, what can’t he do (except get a decent haircut).

The fandom needs to calm down with his sexuality, especially those who get into heated arguments. He’s an interesting character in many different ways, but only focusing on his sexuality defeats his arc all together.

But Kanji. A golden retriever in a leather jacket, hard candy with a soft inside.

I’m going to keep myself to a limit and not go into info dumping mode.

#kanji tatsumi #character bingo #ggs ask box #a being of chaossss

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 1 year

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Reindeer Games: A Hunt Family Christmas

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Baby Hunt]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Other Characters: Felicity (F!OC), Vincent (M!OC), Bogart (dog) Book: Red Carpet Diaries Word Count: <600 Rating: General: no warnings/Family Fluff Prompts: @choicesdecember2022 heart, @choicesholidays "I’m so glad we found each other", @choicesflashfics "Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things"

A/N #1: Art in header by @/artbyainna (IG). See the full image here. A/N #2: This is a rewrite of a fic from a few years ago. Original here.

Synopsis: The Hunt family has some holiday fun.

“You look lovely, sweetheart.” Thomas smiled, admiring his daughter's new holiday dress.

“Thank you,” Felicity giggled, shifting her body side-to-side as the red plaid skirt fluttered around her. “You look like—" She pressed her little hands to her lips, trying to contain her laughter. Felicity turned toward her mom, standing in the doorway, who nodded her encouragement. "You look like you got ran over by a reindeer, Daddy!”

“What?” Thomas barely got the word out before his son came barreling into the room wearing his new reindeer onesie pajamas.

Vincent charged toward his father, the bells on his antlers jingling loudly, ensuring a surprise attack would be impossible. He ran at his dad, who pretended to tumble over when his son collided with him.

“Got you!” Vincent hopped on Thomas. “Look, Daddy! I’m a reindeer.” The little boy excitedly wiggled his antlers at his father.

“I see that.” Thomas smiled, his fingers grazing over his son's antlers, ringing the little bells. “I better call Santa and tell him I caught an escaped reindeer.”

Vincent roared with laughter as his father tickled his sides.

“Did I do good, mommy?” Felicity ran to Alex, jumping into her arms. “Daddy was so surprised!”

“You did perfectly, my sweet girl!” Alex brushed her nose against her daughter's tenderly before pressing a kiss on Felicity's forehead.

"Santa!" Vincent pointed at the black lab in a red hat bounding around them.

Bogart barked as he circled Thomas and Vincent. His tail beat rapidly in the air, wanting to join in on the Christmas fun.

Felicity giggled again as Bogart squirmed his way in, licking her dad's face. “I want to play with daddy, too!” She exclaimed, wiggling in her mom's arms.

“That's an excellent idea. Let’s both go!” Alex offered, putting her daughter down. Felicity had lived up to her name, she was pure happiness, and that was exactly what she and her brother brought to their lives every day.

“Yay!!!” Felicity ran to her dad, her arms waving excitedly beside her. "I play too!" She wrapped herself around her dad's neck, hugging him tight as she pressed sloppy kisses on his cheek while Thomas held her brother in his arms.

Alex settled on the floor beside her family, watching the utter bliss unfolding. A warmth grew in her chest as her heart overflowed with joy at the sounds of laughter and cheer filling the room. A peaceful smile spread across her face. This is all she needed for Christmas—her family, happy and healthy.

Bogart plopped down next to her, licking her cheek before turning his attention to his twins as Alex's fingers slid softly through his silky fur.

Alex caught Thomas’s attention for a moment, and in his eyes, she saw everything she was feeling—overwhelming joy and absolute peace. She wished she could capture the moment, to save it forever. But, that was the thing about moments, they're just that. A moment. Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things. This moment would end. The laughter would fade, the merriment would dim, and the bustle of life would once more return, but the memories they made today and everyday, the impression those moments made, those would last a lifetime.

He extended his arm toward her, inviting her to join them.

We did good, she mouthed as he drew her in.

The best, he agreed, kissing her temple before the pair were overwhelmed by two toddlers and a black lab. Three pieces of their heart that reminded them of how lucky they were to have found one another.

Thank you for reading! I truly appreciate any support I get for this paring. I know they're not the most popular, but they are to me. This family has my whole heart and I truly enjoy sharing them with anyone who gives them a chance.

This is a rewrite/extension of an earlier drabble. I don't write chronologically, so when I first wrote the twins, I hadn't yet written Bogart. There are many Baby Hunt fics that work without Bogart, but this moment definitely needed Bogart. He wouldn't have missed it for the world, and they wouldn't have let them. When I pitched the idea to Ainna I sent her the original drabble but said I really wanted Bogart in it and she absolutely delivered. This rewrite adds Bogart as well as a few extra details. Initially I wasn't going to post this as a separate story but I more than doubled the original drabble so I felt it necessary.

Again, thank you so much for reading (if you made it this far). I can't thank you enough.

I hope you have a wonderful and happy holidays!

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steampunkcdplayer · 10 months

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Hello I am Cup. My writing pseudonym is G. Rose (subject to change bc im indecisive...) & welcome to my original writing & OC blog & my self publishing journey.

they/he/she - 24 yo - neurodivergent - white queer & nonbinary grad student.

I may ask you to clarify tone sometimes. I also struggle with auditory processing so it i mishear something from a video/audio please feel free to correct me!

Like/follow/asks from my main: @/cupcraft.

Rules: DMs will be turned off for this blog except for mutuals, but as for asks/following me/etc its pretty similar to my main but TLDR: bigots or exclusionists/TERFs are unwelcome always. I reserve the right to block you if you are weird/hateful/etc.

Background: windows xp bliss background

Header: same as background

PFP: Vincent Van Gogh

Writing Works

Part 1 Summary

1: Unnamed steampunk story -> "BOT"

2: Unnamed poetry chapbook -> "relationshipchapbook"

3: DND OC's from a campaign I DM-ed -> The Story of Nephira Quest (tsonq)

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Tags:

1: anons -> anon asks

2: mutuals -> mutual tag

3: cd.txt -> text posts/thoughts

4: cd.rb -> reblogs

5: reference -> art/writing references

6: save/fav -> ways i save and favorite things

7: cd.oc -> oc stuff

8: cd.poetry & cd.prose -> for the writings :]

9: tw [TRIGGER]

I may maintag things sometimes too. Honestly things may change as we go. Lol.

Boundaries & Content Warnings Below!

Writing boundaries:

Art/Fanart: Just like with my fanfics you may always make art/fanart for my works without asking permission. I just ask if you post the art please @ me/credit me somehow! @'s are welcome because I'd love to see it and RB! I also just ask also that this art doesn't break my boundaries.

Shipping/fanfiction/meta/headcanons/inspired works: I do not care if you ship any of my ocs or fictional characters or write fanfiction/meta/headcanons about them even if it is not what I've said is canon. Note that I will curate my own experience. Please don't write proship/noncon/etc. type fics I will block you and i dont like you. Just give me credit on any works (ie reference to the source material). I do not mind if you @/ me to look at something you've posted, but note I may not read/look at everything.

NSFW: I ask that you don't write or draw NSFW of my OCs/characters unless the source material is already NSFW/18+. Nothing I am currently writing or working on is of that nature so currently there is none you can do this to.

Writing Content Warnings:

My writing may deal with adult themes, explicit language, as well as sometimes triggering concepts. Please block as needed for your own safety, I will do my best to properly add warnings (and you may inform me of any I missed!)

My current work is not 18+ or NSFW but again there may be adult themes. If this ever changes or I write something that is of this nature, I will make this clear so those works can be seen by only adult audiences to the best of my ability.

if you ever have any questions you may always ask!

#pinned #personal

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the-slasher-madame · 2 years

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★ Random Thoughts Masterlist! ★

Why I got tumblr

Casually insecure reader writing prompt

I’M the jealous one here

Why the twins would kill me

Bo and his double barrel shotgun

Vinny knows French

Seggsy Vinny 👀

My biggest regret

Fruity Sinclairs

Sinclair twins’ birthday

How to make internet friends

Pride month 🌈

Proofreading?? Don’t know her

Sinclair childhood writers

To awkward for the ruse

Road salt

My father and the Sandman

Vincent vs. Bo

The deal

Notifications

Manhandled by Thomas Hewitt

To awkward to engage

Bo bringing hell with him

Painting cures depression

Drawing a header

Analyzing Thomas Hewitt’s breakdown

I hate my memory

Miniature tools

Fiery anniversary

Blogs v. Time

About to Stan one Lester Sinclair

Wet cat Billy Lenz

Don’t apologize

Pikachu man

I feel loved 🥺

It’s Brittany bitch

Don’t wanna disappoint

House of wax on Instagram is 0/5 ★s

ETHAN HAWKE???

Love and comfort <3

There’s a bee in my tumblr

The Black Phone (but as a date)

Fang ily so much 🥺🥺

Sleepy Mikey sleepy me

Barbie and the Hack Saw

Barbie’s hollow tits part 2

Jason and Michael’s headaches

Devotion *shudders*

Requests and traumaversaries

Photographing art tips pretty please

Metal thoughts?

DCAU slaps

Slipknot got slipnapped

Uma Thurman?

I love slashers

CUPCAKE

David Bowie and Geography: A Confused Disaster

Knitting

Christian Bale

Brahms and ‘The Haunting’

They done knew

Request update

Christian Bale pt. 2

Shirt

Lester vibes 🦝

Beauregard Sinclair is an ass

SLASHERS IN CROP TOPS 2022

He kinda short tho

Friendly reminder that I love y’all <3

Gay Grabber Moment

Eddie nickels

Mick Thomson

I really hate my memory right now

⭐️ anon and Ethan Hawke’s tits

Brain freeze

Sinclairs and Tourette’s Syndrome

Brahms, Stu, and Lester have never seen stretchmarks before IG

Milk

Bo Sinclair and the Grabber have no right sounding that sexy

Some Positivity!!

The Sinclairs are touchy in the summer 👀

Brahms and Bo, once again, have sexy voices that make me weak

The Grabber and that 70′s boob window shirt

Hot men short-circuit brain

Simping pays off

Mello Yello

I want Bo to glue my lips shut 🥺

Kiss me Bo please 🥺

Art update

Thank you Ziggy <3

Lester stans Miku

@ neurotypicals

More of me feeling bad about my request times

Prophetic flash

My first piece of hate 🤩

The deal part 2: the electric boogaloo

I’M BACK BITCHES

ROCK CANDY

Can you spare a crumb of Ghost lore?

Horrorsexual

#slashers #slasher fucker #slasher community #random thoughts #good luck

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humberg · 10 months

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haii~!! just passing by to let you know your blog brings me a lot of joy!! your vp is also soooo pretty! (your header photo of kerry and vincent-!!! bwaa the colour - the lighting- how your boys are posed!! love everything about it~!!) - thank you for being here!!

have a wonderful day/night!!

ASDFGHJKlKJH

That is honestly so kind of you to say! I pour a lot of love into my VP’s and in particular the lighting, and I’m so happy that you love them too, gah you have made my day writing this! I absolutely adore your work with Viridian and Jackie too! The poses and the lighting is always 🥺🫶

ASDFGHJKlKJH

I’m gonna go cry now, thank you! <3

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favoringeyes · 11 months

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Love your yaoi header and description . Hope you are well today Lena

HEHEHE HI VINCENT AND MARRY AND MOMO............. and kano i guess....... IM DOING WELL. and hehe MY HEADER'S ACTUALLY FROM A CYBER THUNDER CIDER KANOSHIN MV THAT CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER. i can send it to u if u wantsies. i hope u r doing just as well and even BETTTER!!!!!!

#mail #valentinesweetheartspecial

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lovedazai · 1 year

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Hello Mai!! I just wanted to say that your theme is very pretty and I hope you’re doing well <333

HI HI VINCENT omg im giving u the tightest warmest hug rn 🫂 TYSM !! ur new theme is so so cute too i love everything, the navi, the dazai header, the little jiji pfp !!!!!!! ITS ALL SO PRETTY <3 !! the colors r so warm + nice too…i’m doing okay, no classes today so im v happy :> hbu!!

#valentines #signed by vincent ♡

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