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#no guarantees though!!
drunkhades · 3 months
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As of today 14028 Aziraphale/Crowley fanfics have been posted on ao3 since the release of season two
Which means that on average 77.5 fanfics are being published per day
That’s 3.23 fanfics per hour
0.05 fanfics per minute
So in conclusion:
Every twenty minutes a new Aziraphale/Crowley fanfic is being written
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peachypunchh · 23 days
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thank you grizzly for sharing this with us after the new arthur art was posted on patreon
arthur bennett you will never be ugly to me <3
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Uhhmm this is finished enough. Yeah. Lovely boys whom I love.
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tmgmrk · 5 months
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quill-n · 4 months
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Here's that Molly animatic I've been working on <3 !! I thought that this song fit him a little too well so I had to do something with it :)
[Here's the Youtube link for anyone that wants to watch it there]
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thumbnail posting for Ant <3
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soepwashere · 7 months
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An epic chess match, the stakes are high (winner gets the last of the leftover pizza)
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Text free version as well!
No idea if this has been done before but this has been sitting in my drawing ideas list for ages now and I figured it was time I finally drew it
Also shout out to this post, I used their screenshots as reference for the background and it is the main reason it looks alright LOL
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theminecraftbee · 2 months
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me, trying to sketch a map of a fake downtown area on my phone: I am really normal about fic writing.
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starqueensthings · 5 months
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this gaunt ass mf-er (affectionate) is so gatdamn hard to edit. Why must he always be ENSHADOWED!?? PLS.
originals under the cut if y’all wanna see my not-so-handiwork.
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ragu: @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @sev-on-kamino @littlemissmanga @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @sunshinedaydream @clonemedickix @drafthorsemath @jediknightjana @moonlightwarriorqueen @starstofillmydream @mooncommlink @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @trixie2023 @clonethirstingisreal @rabbitstu99 @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @mythical-illustrator
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alittlebitofwonk · 27 days
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Slowly curating a list of blogs featuring Hermitcrafters (and friends) in places they probably (maybe) should not be. And sometimes places they should probably be. Here’s what I’ve found so far:
@whereisgem
@xisumaworldtour
@skizz-in-places-he-shouldnt-be
@gtws-in-various-places
@etho-spotted (not actually a gimmick, but reblogs cool fanart so still follow them)
@impulsesv-but-everywhere
@tango-but-everywhere
@skizz-but-everywhere
@grianbuteverywhere
@imp-and-skizz-but-everywhere
@whereisrendog
@whereissmajor
@where-is-cleo
@where-is-welsknight
@whereiskrow
@whereisshinyduo
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angelkissedface · 6 months
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la balance de la justice.
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stucky-headcanon-bot · 6 months
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😽
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bunnygirlbakes · 1 month
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Beg your butch to breed you so that you can be a good girl and get pregnant for them
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"What if - ooh, what about Patricia?"
Robin rolls her eyes, picking at the grass by her ankles. She's tempted to throw some at Steve but she doesn't really wanna see the blades phase through him right now, even if he'll play up his outrage to distract her.
He's been doing that a lot lately. Trying to distract her from the fact that he's - that -
"Okay, okay, hear me out - Chrissy Cunningham."
"The cheerleader?" Robin wrinkles her nose. "Steve."
"It could happen!" Steve says defensively,  sticking his tongue out when Robin gives him her most 'seriously?' face she can muster. "Don't judge a book by its cover, or whatever."
"You're literally meant to do that, that's what the cover's for!"
"Well then, why do people even say that?!"
"I don't know!"
"Is it always like this with you two?" The grouchiest voice cuts through them and Steve spins around in place, floating up even higher so he can stare down at Eddie.
Robin just snorts. "Pretty much."
"Don't be too jealous, Munson," Steve coos, turning himself upside down with a wide grin. "You'll find your soulmate at some point, probably."
"Oh wow, probably," Eddie grouses, and Robin has to bite back a laugh when Steve, still upside down, floats behind him with a silly face stretching out...the scar on his chin. "I am ever so gracious for your faith, oh Generous King."
"This guy's a riot," Steve laughs, poking a finger through Eddie's shoulder and making him jump in place. "Bobbie, can we keep him?"
She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I'll end up being the one taking care of him if we do."
"I'm right fucking here," Eddie glares at the both of them, which is just prime material to get them snickering. "Whatever, did it work or not?"
And with that, the laughs cut off.
Robin remembers.
Steve's dead.
"Hey," The ghost of Steve floats over to her, sitting down beside her on the grass. "It's okay -"
"It didn't -" Robin chokes out, avoiding Eddie's eye, staring down at the dirt that she's plucked bare of green. "It didn't. They couldn't see."
The air is silent.
"Probably for the best," comes a sigh and Robin feels rage boil through her blood.
"What the hell?" She glares up at Eddie, who holds his hand up in surrender.
"Look, I know you're both desperate to get your little 'Party' up to speed but like...I mean, just look at him." Eddie waves to all of Steve's ghost, who looks more and more affronted with every word Eddie says. "Do you really think it's a good idea for actual children who watched him die to see him again in the exact same get-up? With the same wounds?"
Robin pauses but Steve just glares harder. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to go shopping at Ghosts-R-Us and pick a whole new outfit! What, you think I want to be stuck in this uniform? In the shorts?"
Eddie's face goes red and Robin distantly thinks 'serves you right' as the echo of "watched him die" cycles through her brain. "Well I - I don't know, you're a fucking ghost, you should have ghostly powers or something!"
"Have you ever met a ghost before?!"
"Have you?"
"Stop," Robin chokes out and she immediately gets the chills as Steve waves a hand through her shoulder. "Just stop."
She can't feel him, because he's gone. He's gone. He's gone -
"I'm right here, Rob," Steve's voice murmurs to her and she sobs. "I'm always with you, promise."
"I'm so sorry," she cries, burying her face in her hands and curling up, grief pulling down at her heart. "I'm so sorry, Steve -"
"Shh, it's okay, birdie," he says and she almost feels the warmth he should have. "It's not your fault, it's okay."
"I thought - I just - if we tell everyone, maybe they'll know what - how to - I'm sorry -"
"Wasn't your fault, Bucks," Eddie says gruffly, sitting down next to her roughly. "Just what happens sometimes. That kinda shit...'s out of our control."
She sniffles, burying her hand deeper into her own skin, hoping it'll suffocate the tears out of her, or maybe make her pass out so she doesn't have to think about all of it for a bit, or scratch away the endless void of pain inside her chest -
"Birdie, hey, look at me."
She doesn't.
"Robin."
She can't.
"Please?"
With another choked out sob, she looks up to see Steve Harrington, smiling at her like he never left. Like she didn't leave him.
"No matter what happened, or what happens," he says softly, nearly see-through fingers trying to brush her hair out of her face. Maybe she should get bangs. "I'm always with you, Robs. Not even until death do us part. Platonic soulmates for the rest of time."
She wails and shoves her face into his shoulder, not even caring if she passes through him. A hand pats her back, probably Eddie's, and she sobs louder because why did he get to see Steve? Why did she force him to know? Why couldn't they just be happy?
"Woah, how the hell -"
Robin blinks.
She's sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He's patting her back.
She quickly moves back and stares, Steve's own surprised face staring back, no bruises or scars or Scoops uniform in sight.
"What -"
And in a snap, his face turns back to battered and the warm red sweater he was wearing just a second ago turns back into the bright blue sailor shirt. His hair loses its fluff and goes back to that sad, wiry, bloodied mop.
He changed.
"So you do have ghost powers!" Eddie says triumphantly, as Steve sputters.
"I guess?!" He looks down at his hands, reaching out to touch Robin's fingers, but all she feels is the cold. "How did - why did it stop?"
With one last sniffle, she cups the air around his fingers and looks up at the both of them, her Steve and their spontaneously adopted Eddie (in retrospect, maybe they are weirdo magnets? Better think about that later). She says, with as much determination as she can muster, "This isn't over. We're getting you back."
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asthevermincrawls · 1 year
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quackysmackk · 3 months
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Can I hack into Bonnie’s system to ask him a question?
@bee-beebumble Sure, why not
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infamouslydorky · 7 months
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Why is it so controversial to want to be able to have a life outside of work? Why is it expected to work extended periods of time with heavy workloads to the point that by the time you get home, you're too pooped to actually do anything? I don't mind working but I don't want it to be my whole life. I want to work to live, not live to work
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