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#theyre so fucking good pls
king-drawsstuff · 1 year
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starset songs fit hollow knight characters very well
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drksnctury · 11 months
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ohh im not okay
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sunnibits · 2 years
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I still can’t believe Izzy was really out there with two hot as FUCK big strong daddies literally following at his heels and flanking him like guard dogs but instead he decided to spend all his time pining after Ed like ohhh booo hooooo when will I get fucked by a big strong grizzled pirate daddy 😭 bestie look behind you for like two seconds
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vilsoo · 3 months
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is it a safe space to say we should bring back assassinations cuz literally our us government is just incompetent asf
mass shootings happen every day, womens rights are being taken away, ppl are living off minimum wage, the housing costs are just dreadful, cop cities are being funded, a genocide is going on and thousands of palestinian kids are dead but yeah lets just ban tiktok!! that'll solve all our problems <33
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jorenilee · 2 years
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🐈 NEW KITTY GAME 🐈
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3416 · 1 year
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Sabres vs Leafs | 03.13.23
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revasserium · 1 year
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I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:
possessive hand-holding
ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL
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these hands, like gods
leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...
it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.
“so… they both die at the end?”
you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.
“shh… spoilers!”
leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.
“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”
you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.
“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.
“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”
“f-for what? making you more cultured?”
leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.
“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”
and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.
you press your palm to his and smile.
“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”
leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.
“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.
“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”
you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.
“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.
they pray… lest faith turns to despair…
“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?
“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.
leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.
“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”
you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.
“a kind of death?”
“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.
“leon!”
and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.
but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.
if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.
no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.
you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.
and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.
“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.
“kiss me,” you say. and he does.
and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.
you close your eyes — and pray.
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yanderespamton78 · 24 days
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me when i realise i can add a secret lil reference to a relatively obscure thing i like that no one will get
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nosfelixculpa · 1 year
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You’ll be...my living legacy. FINAL FANTASY VII CRISIS CORE: REUNION
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poems-of-a-lover · 1 year
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god i need straight ppl to be fuckin normal abt gay intimacy like right now
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m1d-45 · 5 months
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Who is your favourite harbinger? You can go into specifics if you like btw (ex. Who's your favourite harbinger based on backstory, design, etc.) :D
🪷 anon
YOU HAVE OPENED SEVERAL CANS OF WORMS. NONE OF WHICH ARE IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER.
off the bat, starting with a generally agreeable opinion: childe, the eleventh. i love him. i love my insane son and his [spoiler for liyue archon quest, yes including the part involving the sea. god forbid a woman does anything]. i need him to be happy. hes my wife. what else do i have to say.
second, in terms of like... role? arlecchino. were it not for her treatment of freminet (that one vl thats "[she] says tears are a sign of weakness" or whatever) then she'd be great all around. even that can change a bit depending on the context in which she said that. also there was the time she [spoilers for fontaine archon quest, involves furina, if you know you know] which is objectively a bad thing to do. i love her hair and eyes and general design, the idea of the house of the hearth as a whole is so crunchy. she's a great representation of a father figure, fucking up her kids' emotional health and all. i know i said in no particular order but she is on the lower end.
next, off themes, sandrone. me when puppetteer imagery. katheryne. ive seen fanart speculating that she's a doll herself and. spectacular. columbina for similar reasons. i need her to be unhinged. she's so pretty and i need her to be a siren Right Now. showstopping.
backstory, said very lightly, is dottore. there's no like trauma or anything hes just a fucked up guy and thats great. he killed his girlfriend for no reason. spoilers for sumeru archon quest. i hate him so much but i love that he's just Like That. someone play 'born this way' by lady gaga. he's evil for no reason other than to be evil that's so good and swag of him. i don't condone any of his actions but i want to be there to watch how bad he gets. also hes pretty or whatever but primarily i love how much i want him dead. all of him.
design. pantalone. you agree.
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hearts4cara · 10 months
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fellas is it gay to dance with your male best friend of thousands of years and call him angel and be constantly worried for his safety and to pin him against a wall and for everyone around you to think you're together and and and
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ribbonpinky-art · 6 months
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want to cry!!!!!! fatphobia makes me want to cry so hard
a cute pic of Seiran and chubby Ringo, then boom next panel Seiran is making Ringo do situps whilst poking her belly. stabbed straight into my heart
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triguuuun · 11 months
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Cosplay update!! Here’s how it’s going!
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I’m going to be using the dark red fabric in the first one :3 (yes im doing this on my bed don’t judge me) I still have a lot to do but I’m getting closer and closer to finishing this!!!
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th3-ineffablehusbands · 6 months
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Can I just say I love Beelzebub
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they're so
ugh<3
I'm uhh smited? smote?
smitten.
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puppyeared · 1 year
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uhh. uhhhhh
#realistically i knw that if i went thru with making animatics for all of these songs I think my hand would fall off BUT. i have brainrot#half of these songs are either here bc of the vibe or because i listened to the lyrics and read analyses and put 2 much effort than i had t#ALSO LISTEN. LISTEN BODYBAG IS EXACTLY EVERYTHING I IMAGINE WHENEVER I THINK OF WUKONG AND MACAQUES RELATIONSHIP OK#two birds and baby hotline is also kind of self explanatory. although most of the jack stauber songs are mostly for vibe#bitter water is a very specific flavor of pining / unhealthy outlook. kind of has like an insatiable vibe to it but idk how to name it#i want soap to be a healing song but maybe im just being optimistic. im here for the vibes although i feel like if swk and macaque were#actually to make up i think they would go into it kicking and screaming. and im frustrated because i cant find a song to match that#except maybe bodybag which AGAIN. THEY ARE SO FUCKING STUPID THATS HOW THEYRE GONNA HEALL FLYING BARK PLS#what if it doesnt end well also feels like a doomed narrative to me. like if you think about it from how their relationship might have st#started (and im probably taking from how everyone romanticizes their relationship as something really innocent or sweet at the start which#i am also not immune to that). but knowing them it is also a very good possibility thats not the case at all. what it is i dont know#primadonna also strikes me as a swk song but like msotly because he serves cunt. on that note I like to imagine rose colored boy as swk to#MK.BECAUSEEE i love how MK brings out the best in people AND AND AND!! 5000 year old immortal who has seen some shit come on people 'and i#have taken my glasses off' COME ON LOOK ATIT. you could also argue that could be macaque to MK and it would make sense#Spotify#Lego Monkie kid#lmk#yapping#playlist#monkie kid
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