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luckystar190mk2 · 1 month
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Link vs Bokoblin. The end may shock you! Plus, my first proper gaming post. Yippee!
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damadorias · 3 months
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lolol my ass is drawing fanart again rn ngl, I feel like I should go back to drawing dreamswap fanart ngl bc I'm still goddamn into that as if it's like 2018 still and there's like a handful of artists fighting to keep that fandom going lmao, me watching and cheering them on bc I've been feeling weird about drawing fanart for some reason, ig once you get used to your own characters you forget you can go back to fanart at any time, it's weird
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6-nerd · 11 months
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Oh god, how will Stan react!
Surprised
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esotericgal · 11 months
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my obsession did turn into disgust you guys
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I’m actually so intrigued about the relationship between redacted and MC. There is obviously a history between them and I don’t know if it was always antagonistic, because so far I get the feeling that they had a positive relationship once. Is redacted a past lover or friend? Did they betray the MC or was it the other way around? The more I question, the more I get confused
his shoulder shakes and you can only purse your lips together as you look over at him in pity. you know he hates it when you give him that look. gods knew how much you hate it when people look at you like that too.
“i'm sorry about your friend,” you say softly, not planning to make him more upset than he already is.
[redacted]'s claws slash your neck and you bite down a grunt. “shut your bloody mouth!”
his statement echoes of finality, like he does not want any comfort. but most importantly, it's like he does not know how to ask for comfort.
you look up at him, eyes trying to convey that you understand what he is going through. that he does not need to hide his pain by causing pain to others.
you wince slightly as [redacted]'s clawed hands grip your lower face. the claw marks on your face and neck bleed profusely, your body trying its best to heal the deep wounds made by the other vampire. but you knew it would take a while for them to close up, vampiric claws were dangerous even to their own species.
“you think you know everything,” [redacted] spits out bitterly. “you think you can even understand half of what i am going through.”
“i can,” you whisper gently, the tone making the other vampire's brows furrow in frustration and anger. smiling through the way the wounds burn on your face and neck, the moonlight softly hits your face and the visible blood makes [redacted] cringe a little.
“i have loved and lost too,” you continue saying, crimson eyes meeting the other pair.
[redacted] shuts his eyes tightly, letting go of your face. he knew that, of course. if anyone knew what lost felt like, it would be you. if anyone knew how to keep loving despite it all, it was you. if anyone knew how one's pain is not an excuse for causing someone else pain, it was you.
phaidros's favourite. the jewel of his eyes. someone who never lost their humanity.
it was you.
“happiness and sorrow,” you say, looking up to smile at the night sky glittering with stars. “one cannot exist without the other.”
[redacted] stares at you, wondering how anyone could be so rock solid yet still feel the weight of the world; understand despite someone's raging emotions. care despite the hate seeping from their mouth.
“it's a tale as old as time,” you sigh out, looking over at the green-eyed vampire with a smile. “a tale we shall live through together. won't we, fraterculus?”
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cartoonisland · 1 year
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𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 & ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖 ⁉️
Numbuh 1 & Numbuh 4 / K.N.D - C.N
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pawsometoons · 9 months
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HES HERE MY SON IS HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉
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marcellreign · 2 months
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mfshipbracket · 1 year
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winterstormsystem · 1 year
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pretty men make me nervous but also holy fucks
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dxlaflamme-archive · 2 years
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marianne is smol, pass it on
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challenge her to a height battle send in your heights
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watzuu-lmk · 1 year
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Self-indulgent shadowpeach doodles cuz im starving and my brain is vacant of anything but them
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sunscall · 8 months
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Oh, good! You got my signal.
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unhingedpolycule · 8 months
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Graves: hey, have you seen the clown at McDonalds? You know, the one who hides from gay people??
Ghost: No.
Graves: HAHA that means you're GAY!!
Ghost:
Graves:
Ghost:
Ghost: I've been married to MacTavish for three fucking years
~Moss
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idyllcy · 3 months
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oops... i got married || TO SOME STRANGER!??!?!?
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word count: 1.4k || Fic 5 of oops... i got married
summary: I'm gonna be fr with you. Your new malewife is a little sus
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You get married as a joke.
Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— SERIOUSLY. SOME RANDOM DUDE. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and them in your kitchen, and you blink at the confirmation email on your phone and then at your new lover at the door.
"You're going to be late for class."
"What the fuck?!" 
You pause at the sight of your new husband, some random man, white hair and red eyes, and you pause. Did you get transmigrated? Are you in an isekai fic? Is this your main character moment? Seriously, how the hell did you manage to bag some random ass man!???!!? WHAT. WHY IS HE HOT.
"Wait." You pause. "How do you know I have class?"
"The backpack." He points. "Now, hurry on up now."
That does NOT explain how the hell you met your husband. Yet, you don't have time, grabbing breakfast from his hand as he waves goodbye to you at the door. Great day to pay expensive ass rent but live right next to campus. You wonder if your husband lives someone. You feel kind of bad that he had to take you home after you got plastered yesterday. But. That does not excuse the fact that he looked suspicious as fuck while staring at you sleep. Also, how the hell did he agree to marrying you? WHY.
You huff as you walk back to class, pausing and blinking when a piece of the ceiling breaks off and slams into where you were sitting, somehow missing all of your belongings by a hair. You blink, stupefied, grabbing your stuff from under the ceiling as you evacuate the lecture with the rest of the students. Someone hates you... or something. You don't know. You're surprised you didn't just die while drunk. Sometimes pianos fall out of the air and try to bomb you. Also, you have a husband to go home to now! He'd be sad if you suddenly died... right?
Wait. What even is his name?
"Casper." Your husband rolls his eyes as you pout. "You forgot your own husband's name?"
"Uh huh." You blink. "Are you just going to be my househusband now?"
"I don't see why not. Anything interesting happen today?"
"Oh!" You grin. "A piece of the ceiling slammed into my seat, but luckily for me I was in the bathroom. My stomach problems saved me for once."
Your husband gives you a smile half between concern and amusement. (he would have to try harder next time— what. that was not him. who said that.) 
"I'm glad you're safe."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." He pauses. "Do you get acid reflux in the morning?"
"If I eat and sleep immediately after." You mumble. "Why?"
"Hotpot." He hums. "Spicy hotpot. Eat up."
Your eyes light up, brightening as he hands you a bowl of rice, watching as you dig in, humming happily as you watch him put his own bowl down.
"Is it good?"
"Mhm!" You beam. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
"I live alone." He hums. "Someone has to do the housework around my place."
"How about currently?"
"I live a little... far away." He pauses. "It would be hard for me to see you every day if I don't live at your place. Besides, my job is in the area."
"Will you move here? Or..."
"No. My management provides housing for free." He smiles. "Oh, the food's going to get cold."
You pause. "Can I apply?"
"No. We don't take applications."
"WHAT." You groan. "Ugh. I knew it was too good to be true. You probably sold your soul for it or something."
Casper doesn't speak up, placing a slice of lotus root in your bowl. "Eat up."
You raise a brow but don't pry further. It's not your problem if your husband sold his soul. At least he's hot.
Maybe he's secretly trying to eat your soul... demons... that checks out honestly. You did have a bad stroke of luck when it came to unfortunate situations, and you had an even more comedic one when it came to avoiding them. Always nearby, never you. You wonder if that would curse your husband. Though, from the looks of it, your husband would probably steal someone's soul before that curse could even lay a hand on him.
"What are you looking at?"
"You're very hot." You grin.
You laugh when you notice your husband turn red.
The vast majority of your days pass relatively calmly, and you grow into a comfortable pattern with your husband... that is until your husband shows up with a black card and tells you that he can cover rent for the rest of your life— that raises some questions. What does your husband even do for work? What is he doing with his life? How the hell does he have a better credit score than you? Where is his money even coming from?!
You force him into the corner of your house one afternoon with a broom in hand.
"Sunshine, I really think—"
"Spit it out." You stare him down. "What do you do for work. I refuse to believe I'm in a kdrama, so spit out something you can back up."
Casper presses his back against the wall, eyes darting to the wall as you shake the broom at him, and he grimaces.
"I'll get fired if I tell you—"
"NO ONE HAS A CAMERA IN MY HOUSE SO SPIT IT OUT"
"I'm a grim reaper."
You pause, blinking at your husband, words processing in your brain.
"I'm a grim—"
"They hire people for that?!" You blurt, pausing. "Wait. No. You're spouting nonsense at me."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"Are!"
"Not!" Casper turns around to face you, shaking as your grip tightens around the broom. "Please... go through my closet?"
"So your job is literally... murder?" You pause. "My stay at home househusband is secretly some insane man who goes around killing people?!"
"It's not—"
"Then what is it?!" You raise a brow at him, unconvinced.
"We get a list." He sighs. "And we get everyone's name."
"Wait." You pause. "Why the hell did you agree to marry me then!?"
"That's not—"
You shake the broom at him.
"You were supposed to die years ago but kept avoiding death so I've just decided to marry you to see WHY you're not DYING." Casper braces himself for the broom's impact, but you're too stupefied to give him a proper answer.
"I'm supposed to be dead?"
"Well..." He grimaces. "You can't really... die." 
"I'm immortal?"
"Your... soul." He pauses, turning his head to the side. "Your soul is endless, and you constantly give life to those around you... including me."
You pause. "So you married me because I'm a natural healer? Wait. No. You married me to kill me?! This isn't some josei manga, you know?!"
"Yes, but." Casper sighs, shoulders relaxing as you drop the broom. "You are so lovely."
"You're just saying that."
"I am not." He mumbles. "I would have just taken your soul if you were not."
"Oh, so this is pretty privilege?"
"It's not—"
"Wow, Caspie. I thought you actually loved me." You pretend to sigh. 
"I do—"
"You didn't kill me because you think I'm lovely? If that doesn't—"
Casper grabs your wrists, holding them in place as he blinks at you, grumbling. "Would you shut up and listen to me for just a second? Goodness, sunshine, I love you. I'd go mad if I did not have you as my beloved."
You tilt your head at him, and he sighs.
"I love you. I'm not going to try killing you anymore."
You sigh, shaking your wrists loose as you press your lips to his, humming. Casper doesn't argue with it, humming as his lips slot against yours, hands moving down to your waist. 
"So we aren't getting a divorce?" You mumble.
"No." He grumbles. "What do you want for dinner?"
A smirk spreads on your face as he sighs.
Still. He loves you.
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fuerrziah · 4 months
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elliott when he finds about all those down bad things i was saying abt him in 2022. .. . . . . #notproud
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