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maycat-19-142 · 2 years
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Desna relationship headcannons
⚠️: Legend of korra spoilers mentioned of burns and fight
Gif not mine I can't find the original poster but if you are the original poster let me know to i can credit you
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So he is SO underrated it is scary
Anyways
He is a stand offish guy
We all know that
I see yall meeting at the festival of light in season 2
You are a earth bender on team avatar
Mako and bolin are basically you brothers
He had his eye on you sense he saw you with his cousin
You are talking to korra about avatar thing you know
And bolin goes up to eska and asked her out
Desna walk over to see his sister talking to bolin
He looks over and sees you mentle bending you wrist band
He walk you and asked may I court you
I'm not joking
You asked him to repeat
And after he said it again you expected
You went around the fair talking and getting to know one another
He was much more sweet than he seemed
It was fun
He dropped you for at you hut and he asked for permission to kiss you
[note to mostly men: it is hot to asked to kiss someone]
You saw his the next morning at breakfast and you talk and hung out after
Your relationship was amazing but not much for bolin
Both of you were sad that you had to separate
You were planning on going with him but the thing with varrik came up amd you had to go tje republic city
Not a mouth later you are back and you see him and his twin how's heart was broken by bolin
You and him were inseparable the entire time but yet again he had to go home
You saw him for a third time after you went with korra to the southern water tribe and you found him in a healing hut
He was in and out of consciousness
He was asking for you
You had helped him recover in around a week
In the final battle he was very about trusting his father
But in the end business had naga knock them out
After you got to see him and he is wanting forgiveness
You just kissed him to shut up
He asked you to marry him after a few months of going back and forth between republic city and the north pole
Betrothal necklace 👇
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Made by me
The wedding was big
You combine earth and water wedding traditions
You left to fight with korra against amom and he wanted to go with you but you convinced him to stay
You had returned with a few burns
He was so worried when he saw the burns on you arms
He is just a great guy that I love
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I was bored when I did this and I love korras story. Have a good day and night.
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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melonsharks · 29 days
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rewatched a court of fey and flowers and god i LOVE this season. squeezed out a lineup to figure out how to draw the pack of pixies!
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laurencin-draws · 4 months
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pixie as a thank-you sticker for orders!
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shattteredvisage · 5 months
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pete from patrick's pov makes me feel so insane. what if u were just a kid and u hated urself and u were so mad at the world and suddenly this cool (kinda unstable) guy finds u and decides to make u his little brother & his savior & his rival & his better half & his voice? and u think he's crazy but also the words he writes make you see literal colors and no one has ever been so proud to love u. so u stay and love him back. for twenty years. what then?
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vanesawye · 2 months
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lisa frankenstein (2024) | wave of mutilation
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happy halloween! hope everyone watched a scary movie that'll keep you up tonight but was nonetheless enjoyable! i sure did!
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suntails · 6 months
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⚔️🍎
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percexe · 21 days
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top ten normalest guys
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fantasykiri5 · 4 months
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My third and final piece for the @hermitshippingbigbang !!!! This one was a DOOZEY it took a while, but it was SO fun!!!
This has been such a blast, and you should totally go read the FIC this piece accompanies and check out the other artist’s works as well!!!
// piece one // piece two // piece three (you are here!) //
Flat color version under the cut
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clown-eating-pig · 2 months
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Always remember that, if Jonathan Sims went from having short, serious hair to long, flowing locks over the course of tma, then at some point during those five seasons he had to have had….The Bob.
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maycat-19-142 · 2 years
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Suna rintarou wedding time stamps
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11:56-am- suna pacing back and forth trying to calm down. As atsumu is staring at him as osamu is trying to help him calm him down.
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12:47-am-Kita has now calmed suna down a bit but suna is still on the verge of having a breakdown. he is so nervous and so excited to marry you in less than 3 hours.
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1:00-pm-Suna is now sitting in front of the altar. He is now mostly calm. He looked out the window to see your bridesmaids taking photos.
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1:58-pm-You are now sitting outside after all the bridesmaids and groomsmen are out and waiting at the altar. you are so excited to see him after over 24 hours apart but so nervous to marry him.
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2:00-pm-You start walking down the aisle to see you husband to be. He is crying. Trying to keep a straight face. you are so happy to marry the love of you life.
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2:45-pm-You say your vows and he is full on crying. He cries harder when you say you I do's and your officially become suna y/n. Married to the love of your life suna rintarou.
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3:45-pm-You are sitting with suna holding hands under the table. while kita is making his best man speech. After that you eat and early dinner before you dance with your father and rin dances with his mother.
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6:00-pm- you are slow dancing with you husband after you dance with your father and after rintarou danced with his mother. his eyes glossy as you dance. you lifted your head to on level with his and kiss him.
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7:40-pm-You are partying with you friends and family. Atsumu is probably drunk. Osume is trying to help his twin. You and suna are dancing and talking about your future together.
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8:45-pm-Your now with your husband cuddling after the wedding and saying sweet nothings. His legs wrapped around your lower legs and you are holding his arms on your chest his face is in the nape of your neck.
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7:18-am- the next morning- you wake up the next morning to see your husband your husband hard to think you got married last night. You get up and rintarou grabs you arm "don't leave mrs.suna" you laugh and full back im to the bed and hear a small mumble "is that my shirt" and you knew yes that was rin's shirt.
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they started with a random things i sent @millenialfanfictionaddiction now they are full on time stamps. Have a good day and night.
Pixie out 🧚‍♀️
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rebouks · 2 months
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Camping outtakes.. 🌲
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severevoiddragon · 4 months
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Something something something Pearl, often characterised as a god/saint, being crowned queen of decked out. Etho, sometimes characterised as a soldier, being the champion of decked out.
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part-time-pixie · 10 months
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Miraculous ✧ Winx AU ✧
💛 Fairy Chloé & Witch Zoé 🖤
I'm still not sure about their powers, but I'll try to think of something soon 😂
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pixie-inkk · 4 months
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Well, here are the designs for my AU!!!🐍
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Made in commission by my lovely friend @yulyeong-k 💜
She did my girls justice!!!
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Transferrable Skills
Part 1
Your therapist warned you about superstitious thinking. You've been working on it. In fact, you've been very good at catching it, challenging yourself to relax, and letting things go. Even before this big work trip, you consciously avoided the "unhelpful" rituals and reminded yourself that the little ones were just to make you feel secure, not to actually influence the future across an ocean.
"I'm very nervous," you had told Señor Snuggly two weeks ago. Your worn out stuffed lizard hadn't said anything back, of course. "That's normal, because it’s an international flight. So I'm going to give you a hug good-bye, and you're gonna stay here to watch the house. I know it's not going to change anything, but I'll feel better knowing you're here."
At the airport, you realized that you had forgotten your toothbrush. It had satisfied the part of your brain that was looking for one (1) thing to go wrong. Superstitious thinking, but the kind that helped you to relax and listen to music until you boarded.
Now, forced to sit on the floor, surrounded by shouting men with guns, your brain is stuck on your lopsided stuffed animal and blue toothbrush. Of all the things that could pop into your head, why those?
You almost let out a nervous giggle at the mental image of Señor Snuggly using your toothbrush as a shiv to save the day. And then the idea of what would happen if you started laughing right now almost startles you into another burst of giggles. You clap your hands over your mouth and curl into yourself a little bit more.
Next to you, your boss throws you a sympathetic look. "You okay?"
"No talking!" The nearest assailant yells in heavily accented English. You're pretty sure the attackers have been speaking Russian, but you could be mistaken. He brandishes his gun. "You want to die?"
"She needs to go to the restroom," your boss answers.
"No, I don't," you protest. You really, really do, and have for the last two hours. But being escorted out of the room alone seems like enough of a Bad Idea that your bladder can wait.
"No, she does not," the man confirms. "Shut up. Do not talk."
You meet your boss's eyes and try to silently convey, Why are you trying to get me killed?
His doughy face says back, I am a white man who goes to the gym once a week, and I really like the John Wick movies. I have delusions of being a hero. If one man takes you to the bathroom I have the mistaken belief that I can overpower two men with guns to save everyone. Also you're a black woman, so don't you have super powers? I believe in you, queen.
You may be projecting.
Ten minutes later, just as you're wondering if you should suggest a group field trip down the hall to the bathrooms, a series of gunshots rings through the building. The energy in the room goes from nervous to frantic in an instant. Your bladder shuts up. The Russian men start shouting and waving their guns, apparently too agitated to speak English. Two hostages start crying because no one else speaks Russian, just English, French and your half-forgotten, informal, Mexican Spanish.
Another three Russians come bursting in the room, snarling something you can’t understand. They grab at a couple of people, force them to stand at gunpoint and gesture to the rest of you. And then everyone is up and kind of moving in the direction of the door. But you can’t get out of the door because they’re blocking it, but they’re really agitated that the room is still full of hostages. And then some people are being pushed back down to the floor. Your boss ends up sitting back down again. A hard hand closes on your arm before you can get down, and you and four others are dragged out.
The leader says, “You all are dignitaries, yes? Your embassies will send money or they will watch you die.”
This is, potentially, the worst possible scenario. None of the five of you are even remotely important, let alone dignitaries. You’re not 100% sure about most of the others, but you’re an aid. An aid to an aid, really. The blonde woman with the remarkably sharp bob is a personal assistant. Today’s conference was about health data management, of all things.
You decide you’re not going to die with a full bladder. You look to the man holding your arm in an iron grip and point to the upcoming door on the right. “Can I please go to the restroom? I’ll be quick.”
He asks the leader something in Russian, and then you’re being shoved through the bathroom door. He doesn’t follow you into the stall, but it’s still so awkward to pee knowing that there’s a man with a gun waiting for you. You’re so glad you aren’t on your period - opening the wrapper on anything right now would feel louder than it has since middle school.
The door to the restroom opens just as the toilet finishes flushing. You hear a scuffle, an aborted shout, and then something heavy hits the floor. You freeze, heart racing. But then there’s no more sound.
You wait for what feels like an hour but must only be a minute before calling, “H-hello?”
You don’t get an answer. Unlocking the door and easing it open, you peek out and stifle a gasp. The man who had escorted you is on the ground, a pool of blood growing around him. His gun is gone.
You’re halfway through washing your hands before you realize you’re on autopilot.
It takes everything in you to fight down the urge to freeze in place and make yourself inch around the body to the door. When you poke your head out, the hall looks so normal that it makes you dizzy for a second. You try to decide what to do through the anxiety fog. You can’t hide in the bathroom with a dead body, and you probably can’t go back to the big room with everyone without getting shot. You have no idea where the other faux-dignitaries were taken. Apparently, there’s at least one person going around killing people in bathrooms.
You try to think of what your therapist would say in this situation. All of the options feel bad, she would say. So you can’t not do anything because it feels bad. Thank the anxiety for trying to keep you safe, then try to pick the least awful course of action.
“Fight, flight, freeze, fawn,” you whisper to yourself. Fighting is right out. “Flight, freeze, fawn.” There’s a body pouring blood right behind you. “Flight, fawn.” No one is around to appease. “Flight.”
Another gunshot and shouting. It sounds like it’s coming from the left, so you head right.
You shuck off your sensible kitten heels and fervently wish your otherwise sensible pantsuit wasn’t pastel purple in this very beige hallway. Not that a thicker-than-European-average black woman mincing around in a Swiss hotel and conference center would be inconspicuous in a black suit, your mind counters itself. You try to force your brain to shut up, with mixed success.
You wander a good five minutes, reminding yourself not to panic at every locked door you try. The halls are so quiet that you half convince yourself that you’ve gotten out of immediate danger. So of course, right as you’re about the round the next corner, one of the Russians appears, reeling backwards. And then he collapses, a knife sticking out of his neck.
You can’t really worry about that, though, because right after him comes one of the largest men you’ve ever seen. He must catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye, because his head snaps to look at you. You barely register the assault rifle in his hands because his eyes bore into you through the top half of a human skull.
Oh, I’m glad I already peed, you think, staring into the eyes of Death.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” the man says, growls really. “What are you doing here?”
“I… bathroom? Please don’t kill me. I’ll cooperate.” you squeak out. Oh, fawning! Cool.
“Price, I’ve got one of the hostages,” he says, nonsensically. “I’ve cleared the east wing.”
You jump when his walkie-talkie - of course it’s a walkie-talkie - squawks back an “Affirmative. Status?”
“She’s up and walking,” the man says, not taking his eyes from yours. “Seems uninjured.”
“Stow her somewhere safe.”
“Negative,” Death says. Before you can panic because what the fuck does that mean? he says, “Bringing her back with me.”
“Copy.”
When he takes a step toward you, you stop breathing. Everything in you is screaming RUN and DON’T MOVE at the same time. His second step in your direction results in a full body twitch. You get the impression that the gun is pointed at the ground, but the only thing you can really see is bone white over a black mask and what might be really pretty brown eyes, but the shadow from the overhead light really makes it hard to tell and your vision is going a bit darkaroundtheedgesandohI’mstillnotbreathingthat’snotgreat.
You’re shocked into gasping when a gloved palm touches the side of your face. The rough material helps you settle into your body, just in time to start hyperventilating.
And that’s when things get weird, because Death says, “Easy, lovie. Settle, f’ me, yeah? Deep breaths, like we’ve practiced.”
Your brain latches on to the familiar command to settle before you can even question why it’s familiar. The way the man makes a long, low shushing noise makes you so suddenly weak in the knees that you stagger where you stand.
And then it clicks. Holy shit. You know this voice. You know these commands. You’ve been listening to and learning them at least once a week for the last six months. He doesn’t even sound that different from over the phone or on a video call.
“There you go, that’s good,” Simon, the dominant you’ve been seeing online, tells you through his skull mask. “Keep breathin’. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”
It’s the second time in your life you’ve been surprised out of a panic attack. “W-what the fuck? Si?” you gasp. “What are you doing here? Did you kill that guy?”
“Questions are gonna have to wait,” he says. “Keep breathing. In for four, hold for two. In for two, out for eight. Can you do that?”
“Why are you in Switzerland?”
“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Settle.”
“No,” you hiss, even as your shoulders relax another fraction. The corners of your eyes start prickling with tears.
“This is a double red light situation,” Si says, staring into your eyes. “I know you’re scared, but I’m going to get you out of here. You trust me?”
“You are wearing a skull on your face.”
“And you’re wearing a purple suit,” he answers. “There are people who want to shoot both of us. You get one more outburst, then you’re breathing and following me. Acknowledge.”
What the fuck? “This isn’t a scene!”
His eyes bore into yours. “Might surprise you, but I’m aware. Acknowledge.”
A distant shout makes you flinch. You relent. “Acknowledged. Four in, hold two, two in, out eight. Follow.”
“Good girl,” he says, patting your cheek once. “Stay behind me.”
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