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mellybabbles · 3 months
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Lazy art time! Have some Dust Dust belongs to Ask-dusttale
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natolesims · 1 month
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Harvestfest is here and Ella has a new surprise invite this year. She had lots of cooking to do.
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idkanamewtf · 2 months
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i love my friends
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jujoobedoodling · 3 months
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oops i dropped peak https://archiveofourown.org/series/1283186
this is on my reread list for sure
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deadthehype · 1 year
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We’re a week away from 2023 and I haven’t seen one person talk about their New Year’s resolution. I guess it hasn’t hit anybody yet that 2022 is over.
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pocketgalaxies · 2 years
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wow jester's whole ass backstory is just coming out rn because she'll just answer whatever question anyone throws at her dkfhgksjdf
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underfiends · 1 year
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Dawn
Here! Another Killing Time short! Campaign DMed by me, played by @hannrenn and @peppermintpinklemonade. Also it has come to my attention that the elvish and infernal I'm using may be hard to translate without knowing what translator I use so! For the elvish, I just look up what a specific word is in LOTR Sindarin so unfortunately I don't have an exact translator for that. The infernal, however, I use this translator.
Enjoy!
It is spring now. He can feel it in the air, in the subtle warming of a morning breeze. Soon the trees will bud, spots of colour among barren branches. The green is returning. It tries to peek through the ice that still blankets the land.
There are patches of mud now, where the snow has melted. It paints the bottoms of his shoes brown. He will have to clean them before he enters the next tavern; no need to give the poor barkeep more work. No doubt they already mop up the mess all other patrons have made. He knows they do. He has spent many a night listening to their laments, after all.
He brushes his hand against the bark of a birch tree. He can feel life returning to it as the forest wakes; a squirrel stirs from its nest, not yet awake but near to it. A seed splits beneath his feet, releasing a brand new seedling into the dirt. Cold water drips down from the tree’s branches, spattering against his hand. The water warms against his skin.
“Aiden?” A voice calls to him, quiet in the morning calm.
He turns to his companion, a smile in his eyes. He pulls his hand from the tree, instead brushing his fingers over fluffy hair. His fingers run through the strands up to a horn, the smooth surface broken only by a jagged break; a battle long past flashes in his mind’s eyes, quickly driven away when a hand not his own cups his stubbled cheek.
“Aiden, you are staring again.” Mandus is so gentle with him, their thumb rubbing small circles into his skin.
“I cannot help it. You are beautiful.” Mandus’s cheeks pinken.
Unable to form the words to reciprocate, Mandus leans down to press his forehead against Aiden’s. Their natural warmth creates a cocoon around the two of them, safe from the still-cool breeze gliding through the trees. Barren branches clack above them, a faraway birdsong echoing to their ears.
Mandus pulls away first, bringing his free hand down to cup the stub of Aiden’s left arm. In an act that is becoming increasingly familiar, he bows low to press his lips to the sensitive scarred skin. Aiden’s eyes are wet when he glances up at him through his lashes. The human pulls his tiefling up just enough to brush their lips together.
“F dajy haf.” The words are warm in Aiden’s mouth, barely louder than a breath and yet he knows his life partner heard him.
They stand there, holding onto one another, simply breathing and being. The sun has fully crested the horizon by the time they separate. Their hands find each other as they turn to continue along their path. They will take more moments like this as they journey. They always do. But for now, they have somewhere to be.
Soveliss will have a fit if they are late again.
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aveline-amelia · 5 months
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Do all of the Holmes children secretly have red hair?
I know, random, but hear me out.
Benedict Cumberbatch has auburn hair.
Mark Gatiss is a ginger.
Sian Brooke is blonde for what I could find.
I know I saw fanart where Mycroft has brown hair or ginger hair as a child or young adult. Even in fanfiction where they are kids this is a fact that gets referenced. Sherlock for all I saw is kept as either dark haired or his hair is made to be completely black. Not much I could find on Eurus because everyone hates her (I know, I know, I should stop with my Eurus hate.) But while older Eurus has black hair, young Eurus has light brown hair. Both actual young Eurus and The Girl On The Plane.
My crack theory: all of the Holmes family are gingers. They lie about it because they don't want to perpetuate the belief that gingers have no souls. wait, is that why people call them sociopaths...
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pinkprimrose05 · 5 months
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ok but technically you COULD put tomatoes into a fruit salad though tomatoes are nasty so i wouldnt but it would still be a fruit salad
Hence the wisdom in not putting the tomato in a fruit salad. Tomatoes are great, by the way, they just have their own special niche that happens to set them apart from most of their fellow fruits.
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locallostsoul · 10 months
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RE: last post
Ok, so, during a quick play match, the enemy tank accused me (Ramattra) of cheating towards the end (and wrote other probably rude stuff). I promise, I do not cheat.
I really just had great supports.
I stopped around 1:30 to type in team chat how I always find the Junkrat traps by walking into them. Every time without fail (as you will see in the video...).
It's sped up (1.5) and I cut off the beginning, but here's the code if you wanna take a look at the whole thing yourself: T1DF87
Sorry about the overly, I notice it after 1 minute...
Here are the stats of the match:
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No idea what to make of this. Any thoughts?
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cursed-clock-shop · 1 year
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The desk chair that Jenny June swims on is the same chair that Henry used to sit in next to Gerty when he was teaching her how to repair clocks.
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dyingnights · 1 year
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oh man im kinda excited for my birthday
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long-cold-winterr · 1 year
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I only have one (1) candle to be converted lmao
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flowerofkisses · 1 year
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This girl is a masterpiece 🥵
Well thank you stranger haha
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