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tanith-rhea · 4 months
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D-does anybody else see it? N-no?
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ohnoitsjetster · 3 months
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I’m looking through the Holloweane tag right now because I just saw some fanart and realized that Curt Mega is taller than Kim Whalen, and I was genuinely confused because Ms Holloway is taller than Duke,, to me
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wiresdraws · 2 months
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Drew this around Trinity's birthday and hhhhh she turned out so soft! Seriously love this sad woman and I'm glad there's others who do too. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
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margle · 7 months
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i cannot explain it but. they are the same to me
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spider-swift · 2 months
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me if calling a fictional 60+ year old woman ‘boyfriend’ was a crime:
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fjordfolk · 1 year
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and what
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tequiilasunriise · 1 year
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tlt more like t4t
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blinkpen · 9 months
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demersa good
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a-mimic-and-a-jester · 4 months
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@the-text-butcher just joined the plague doctor community! character design is A+ so I had to draw her sdfghj
also i wasnt able to flip my canvas for some reason,, so this might look hella sloppish,, oopsie-
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Steph is brutal in this episode. Can I just say like...She is. No one's safe. She's got something. But DJ is just the, she is going in and I am here for it. Steph is vicious.  She will read you right out of the room. -Jodie
I love this at, at such an early age too. You were already dishing it out and Kimmy doesn't even have a comeback. Like, I felt like Kimmy Gibber should have had a comeback to this, but she's so stunned. -Andrea
How are you gonna come back when a 6-year-old insults you like that, you can be like, what? -Jodie
Speechless. Yeah. She was rendered Speechless. -Andrea
And Kimmy also knew if she said one more thing, it was, the hair was coming up You know what I mean? Like, it was gonna, it was gonna go right to like, really? And then Yeah. -Jodie 
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zaffylazystufflmao · 24 days
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Canons of Krovf!
Whyamidoindis? First of all. I'm bored second of all. YOU GUYS NEED TO KNOW PERFECTLY HER. SO. I am doing this
Fav sounds of her playlist:
(Yes, she has a horny taste of music-)
• She likes bitter or semi-bitter chocolate
• If she goes to a coffee shop she would buy a cappuccino with a piece of toast
• team temperate climate Bv
• She likes to insult in Russian
• If she were your girlfriend (it doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman) she will be the one rule in the relationship.
• Don't let her drive
• Believe it or not, she's a motorcyclist woman Bv
• She likes vodka with tequila or whiskey or beer with tequila and vodka (strange combinations but yes or she has to bring vodka)
• She even puts vodka in her coffee XDD
• If she's busy and she needs accompaniment, you have to, yes you, the one who is reading, sit on her lap (preferably on her right thigh since she is right-handed and her arm can surround your waist or hip).
• If you know how to defend yourself, you are likely to be her favorite. .
• She gives you princess treatment if she wants but you have to pay her and I don't mean with money.... 😌
• Likes to squeeze your buttocks or tits
• She won't be gentle, even if you're in pain. She likes to hear you cry and beg for her.
(Ok at this point this is getting horny-)
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mahimahi713 · 1 year
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Sam gets angry at anyone taller than her. Which, being 5’2”, is a lot of people. She thinks it’s disrespectful. She’s very angry about it.
This includes her own kids btw. Which they think is hilarious. And they most definitely do what are good children should do and are little shits about it.
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thathilomgirl · 5 months
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ex-vespidae · 5 months
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sectonia is so trans to me
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dragonery · 11 months
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My Lgbtq+ headcanons for the riders +big four because it's pride month
Hiccup - transman, straight (likes women)
Astrid - Bisexual, Demiromantic
Merida - Demi-biromantic and Demisexual (she just needs a deep connection with anything ok)
Snotlout - Bi. Do I need to explain why? No. No I don't.
Ruffnut - Non-binary, unlabeled (she does not care enough to label whatever the hell she's interested in)
Tuffnut - Genderfluid, Pan
Fishlegs - Pan
Heather - Lesbian. I will take no criticism thank you.
Rapunzel - Pan
Jack - either straight or at the very least bi curious (we're not quite sure he's sending mixed signals)
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versaillesbee · 4 months
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WIP
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Hayley has nightmares about it still.
That morning, that night— the hours blurred between waking and death, wandering and grieving. It started in the wee hours, just before the sun rose and joined the moon as it faded into the sky.
She remembers the smells. She remembers the sounds.
Bits and pieces of gravel pricking her hands from when she managed to scramble away, only to be caught and dragged into the church on her back. The scent of rain hanging in the air, another storm on the horizon. She remembers the high ceilings and the wooden arches, plaster and concrete echoing her screams back at her. Klaus’ voice reverberating as he called for her accompanied by her baby’s cries before it all just… went away.
Unbeknownst to her, Klaus had enlisted Davina to place a protection spell on her, one Elijah witnessed in use by Sabine.
She remembers the silence when she woke up in the church, covered in sweat and blood. How it felt when life punched its way through her chest, but not without the reminder of what death had been like in the soreness of her muscles, the stiffness in her bones. It took her body a second to realise it was… back. That she was alive. Awake.
There was a hollowness that greeted her during her introduction back to life. It took the place of that fluttering feeling that she was used to. The one that created an ache in her ribs with the downward pull and a pressure in her pelvis as her due date neared. The one that told her the baby was still there, still alive, growing everyday and moving about inside her.
Where is her baby?
A dark thought had grown in her mind before the memories had barreled back in. That maybe she had lost her in the pool that night, that it was all a dream. Or maybe the baby didn’t make it after the birth and they had put her back to sleep so she wouldn’t have to endure the stress of it. Or maybe they killed them both right then and there.
But then she remembered seeing her. Holding her. This pale, screaming thing covered in blood and vernix, looking up at her with clouded grey eyes. How she fussed and flailed in her arms, shrinking from the candles and flourescents. She remembers seeing so much of Klaus in her, and then the look on his face, the tears shining in his eyes as he looked down at them.
Their little creation. A perfect mix so small and tiny she barely fit in the crook of her arm. She’d been so afraid. It was too soon. Too soon for the contractions, too soon for her water to break.
But there she was anyway, seemingly healthy and kicking like a goat.
And then they took her away. First the witches and then her father.
For 8 months all Hayley had of her daughter was memories. Dreadful, violent memories.
The blood shed at her birth from rolling heads and slit throats and Klaus promising and delivering on rivers of it flowing from their enemies.
The attempted sacrifice at dawn when vengeful spirits stood between the mother and the newborn, waiting for her to join them on the other side mere hours after her birth.
The time spent afterwards when Hayley held her and shared in her cries, trying to feed her with milk that hadn’t yet come in, changing her with diapers that wouldn’t fit.
How Klaus had taken her out of Hayley’s arms, with pursed lips and glossy eyes, and spirited her away.
Every night for 8 months she dreamt of it all; sleepless nights turning into days wracked with grief, with worry not knowing where in the world her baby was. For 8 months she did not see her child. She did not get to see her grow, to hear her babble and cry, to see her gummy smile and hear her laugh. For 8 months all she had of her daughter was that day. All she had of motherhood was that day.
So when Dahlia tells her she is pregnant again, Hayley breaks.
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