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ancientannoyance · 1 year

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the sixth, the emperor's (t)reason, because i haven't drawn my faves in a month and that's illegal

(this will be my holiday mailout postcard for this year so if you know me on twitter you can sign up to get a postcard and a couple stickers)

#the locked tomb #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #designed this like a puzzle box bc what is the sixth house but a puzzle recursing on itself over time #tlt spoilers #ntn spoilers #not really but u know #my art #artists on tumblr

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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"Can I tell you something?"

Honestly, Eddie isn't sure where it comes from. One moment he's watching Buck trying and failing to bite through the long line of melted cheese stretching from his mouth to the slice of pizza held at arm's length, the next something scolding tears through his chest like a bullet from a sniper's rifle and Eddie's mouth falls open before he can think of what he's going to say.

"'Course," Buck mumbles through his mouthful of pizza, breathing around it because its still too hot of course. There's a smear of red sauce on his chin and the pizza is still held aloft about a foot away from his mouth, Eddie finds him desperately beautiful.

"In the truck, after I was shot," Eddie slides the plate under the pizza slice just as Buck drops it, "and after you told me you weren't hurt, there was one last moment that I fought to stay awake."

"Eddie—"

"Not for Christopher, not for you, but for myself." Eddie nods, eyes trained on the picture of Buck and Christopher on the fridge. "I just wanted to look at you. Just for one last moment. When I knew that you were okay, that you weren't hurt, that I didn't have to worry about you or Chris. I just wanted to look at you." Ironic, he thinks, that he can't look at Buck now. He sucks in a sharp breath and turns to meet Buck's dazed blue eyes. "I wanted you to be the last thing I saw." Buck swallows, that damn string of cheese still hanging from his lips. "And then I woke up to Ana sat next to me in the hospital, and I don't think I've ever been more disappointed in my life."

The loft hasn't been this silent since the morning after that one fateful night during quarantine when they'd thought it would be a good idea to get hammered and play truth or dare, and nobody could look each other in the eye over the several terrible secrets that had been revealed.

Its that same cloying silence now.

Not their usual silence. Not the comfortable silence Eddie revels in. Not the warm silence that greeted him when Eddie walked into the loft with a pizza after asking Buck to call him with an "emergency" to get out of a date with Pepa's latest "perfect woman".

"W-why are you telling me this?" Buck stutters out. "Why- Why now?"

"Because I've been on four dates since you died and none of them have felt remotely close to the night we scammed ten Porterhouses out of the Chief." Eddie shrugs, looking out to the red umbrella flapping in the wind on the balcony. He swings his gaze around to Buck. "Because you said you had the answers, and I'm hoping with everything in me that you have the answer to this question."

"W-what, um, what question is that? E-exactly?" Buck asks, voice breathy.

"If I told you that I'd been falling since that ambulance exploded," Eddie smiles, its a shaky thing full of fear, "would you catch me?"

"Always," Buck breathes without any hesitation, laying his big hand on Eddie's forearm. "Always, Eddie."

"And if I asked for your heart?" Eddie manages to choke out.

"You've had it the whole time, Eddie." Buck smiles, just as shaky as Eddie's had been, but bright and brilliant. "It only started beating again for you."

"One last question?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, his own smile beginning to ache in his cheeks.

"Anything," Buck promises.

"Will you kiss me?"

"Now, I'm not sure about that," Buck grins, all smug and self-assured despite the fucking cheese still on his fucking chin. "Don't I get a date first, Diaz?"

"What? Pizza and beer isn't good enough for you?" Eddie quirks an eyebrow, plan already forming in his head for a homecooked meal lit by candles in the kitchen at home, undoubtedly a panicked call to Bobby when the lasagne doesn't go to plan.

"I'd like to be wooed," Buck says haughtily. "I died, I won you steaks, I think I deserve a little wooing."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"I do actually," Buck grins at him.

"How about you finish your pizza first," Eddie reaches up to cup Buck's cheek, uses his thumb to catch the string of cheese and gently pushes it past Buck's lips which open for him willingly, "and then we can circle back round to the wooing?"

Eddie pulls his thumb from Buck's mouth with a pop and watches Buck's pupils dilate until the blue of his irises is entirely eclipsed.

"Nope, wooed enough," Buck blurts out before grabbing Eddie's face and crashing their lips together clumsily.

Its the best first kiss of his life.

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vidovy · 9 months

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Got a haircut the other night

#Ignore the clearly not-for-cutting-hair scissors #my art #• frank 🚐#not really but u know #I like to think he'd ruffle it sososososoososo much #play with it a lot more hehe #AND TOTALLY BE AGAINST THE IDEA OF CUTTING IT BEFORE SEEING THE FINAL RESULT

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sibylsleaves · 2 years

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he is sooooooooooo real for this. 911 sleepover episode!!!!!!

#911 spoilers #not really but u know

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shikai-the-storyteller · 2 years

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I LOVE THIS....

#Eret #IM SO GLAD SOMEONE TOOK A SCREENSHOT MY HANDS WERE SHAKING TOO MUCH #I WAS SO EXCITED BUT NERVOUS IT WOULDNT FIT #OR THAT ERET WOULDNT LIKE IT #AHHHHHHHHH #dsmp talk #not really but U KNOW #i talk

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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prosecco vibes 🫣🫣 cause we know they like to uhm…. text.

https://at.tumblr.com/yourpersonalangel/700304391862960128/ebjbrgqpn05t

omg why would you……..this is………prettiest p*ssy for his pretty girl I’m done !!!!!!

#whydyouonlycallmewhenyour #ask #Prosecco inspo #p*rn #not really but u know

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broadway-ghoul · 2 years

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I just finished reading a book - it’s practically my favourite book of all time it was so good- so I naturally went to check for fanart

There was none

None on pintrest, none on google I couldn’t find shit

NOTHING on Ao3

I am devastated- it’s just me and my love for these characters

EDIT: The book was Nettle and Bone by T.Kingfisher!!!! Its a fantasy book where the mc is a 30 year old woman who planns to kill a prince with her found family <3

its quick paced, funny, brutal and compassionet all at once

and I FUCKING LOVE THE CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#I gonna cry #not really but u know

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balleater · 2 years

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i really think they shouldve gotten pusheen to sponsor this episode just for good old times sake

#critical role #exu spoilers #not really but u know #nothing will ever surpass the vibe of one of the most heartbreaking moments of any campaign straight into the pusheen ad

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roetrolls · 2 years

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Laz can you tell us about how you met Maelia

> He talked about that not too long ago!

> Here, here, here, and here!

#lazali ic #not really but u know #an ask tag (happy chase?)

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lesbaurinkos · 4 months

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pov you are a skittish horse in the wild being offered kindness for the first time by the farmer's eccentric child who has full confidence that you can be the one to win the big race and save the farm

#sorry im really obsessed with this image lately i have the urge to send it to everyone i know #amazingphil offering u an apple image save me..... save me amazingphil offering u an apple image #lets take ibuprofen. together.#dnp

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shopcat · 11 months

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the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

#☆#might become really obsessed with horses i'm not sure yet #maybe specifically mustangs and other feral horses... They intrigue me deeply #update i've been informed the thing is called a blaze but i just described it instead in the alt text bc i think clarity matters more than #erm. specificity??#also sorry if i don't know what colour the horses are. someone tell me if u like i like this stuff #🐯#domestic horse (equus ferus caballus)#equid #juvenile #top

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?