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bowelfly · 5 months
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drain fly bugsona for @eisly with an armful of ferrets rove beetles for a secret santa art trade
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enthyrea · 10 months
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commission of goose for @rebel-fight! thank you so much for commissioning me <3
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boaillustration · 1 year
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A group commission piece I finished this month of a crew of seafaring adventurers!
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psymachine · 15 days
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epilogue to this
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allisoooon · 2 years
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which sibling would’ve gotten along better with Raymond, Sissy and Dave?
I would have loved a proper scene between Ray and Diego.  Part of it is that Ray has had a few traumatic experiences from white people over the color of his skin recently, let alone the number of traumatic experiences he’s had in the past, so I think he’d be more comfortable with Diego than with Klaus or Luther.  The rest is that they could be chaotic good bros tearing shit up.  At the very least, Diego would have so much respect for what Ray does, and while he definitely resorts to violence where Ray would not, I think Ray would still relate to him more than any of the others apart from Allison.  Though I’d also love him and Ben to talk literature, since that’s what Ray used to teach.
Sissy?  I’d want her and Allison to go shopping.  Allison would make her feel so girly and elegant, the way Sissy wistfully talks about.  Put Sissy in some flowy cottagecore dress.  She would still be a badass with a shotgun, but she’d have so much fun exploring how she can express her softer side.  Klaus would enjoy coming along, too.  He’d be Sissy’s greatest cheerleader.  Can you imagine Sissy coming out of the fitting room in something beautiful and getting dual gasps from Allison and Klaus?
I would want Dave and Luther to have bro time with a six-pack, but instead of watching sports, they’re watching some kind of nerdy shit because they’re both nerds.  Beer, chips, dip, and watching a space shuttle launching on the news.  Or maybe Stranger Things or Game of Thrones.  Depending on what they’re watching, Five might join with a glass of dry sherry.  Diego declines joining them, just steals a beer, but winds up standing behind the couch and watching the entire thing anyway while making fun of the others for being so into this nerdy shit.
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If you're still taking headcannon request Bronte mentoring Sophie?
Oohhh this is a fun one :D
And I will always take headcanon requests! It might take me a few days to finish each one but if you have a headcanon request send it in, I always love to talk about my headcanons!
Now moving on to the actual headcanons:
The reason why Bronte was so upset at the fact that he'd have to mentor Sophie was that he knew what the Black Swan had done in making her an Inflictor, and he was angry about it.
They had no idea what they'd done. Bronte hated being an Inflictor, and now the Black Swan put such a heavy burden on a young girl who already has too much to deal with
For centuries, he's had to deal with the struggles of being an Inflictor. Having to store up his darkest emotions so they can be released at any given moment really takes a toll on a person- one Sophie is much too young to realize
But she already was an Inflictor so he figured might as well Mentor her so she doesn't cause any damage
And at first, he absolutely hated it. He hated seeing his younger, more innocent self reflected in this girl. This girl who he believed would grow up to be just as damaged as he was.
Especially when he thought she was "malfunctioning". Bronte had already been furious with the Black Swan since he knew about Project Moonlark, and now he despised them.
He never really hated Sophie. He hated what the Black Swan had done to her, and the fact that he had to bear a lot of the repercussions.
The turning point in Bronte and Sophie's relationship was the ability restrictor. He was willing to support some form of punishment, and he'd even inflicted punishments on her himself (see what I did there) but this? This was going way too far.
And ever since then, he's vowed to protect her
Not just from the Neverseen, but from the Council.
Their Mentor-student relationship grew into a friendship based off of them both understanding something no one else would understand.
They never really talk about how hard it is to be an Inflictor, they just simply have this mutual understanding that doesn't require words.
Even though Bronte won't admit it, they have fun together in their sessions. Bronte will tell her gossip about the other Councillors and she'll tell him about Dex's latest prank on Stina
Sophie will casually drop in references to human books and movies
She thought Bronte got really annoyed with them, but then one day he accidentally dropped a Percy Jackson reference
Sophie went all :D :D :D and Bronte denied everything, not telling her that he'd stayed up until 3am last night finishing The Last Olympian
Even after Sophie's Foxfire training was over, they remained friends and would have movie marathons together
Ultimately, they have a mentor/student relationship that only two people faced with such a terrifying, humbling power could share.
Sophie learned from Bronte, of course, but he also learned from her.
Bronte, someone who never thought he'd have anyone to share in this burden, ended up with a young girl who taught him how to use his ability for positive inflicting, not just negative
And Sophie, who originally thought Bronte would be her hardest Mentor, the person she feared, ended up finding someone whom she could help as much as he could help her.
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salted-almond · 4 months
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One of my free Fr commissions for @/Bamboli
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what's something el appreciates about having will as a brother? bonus points if you answer for Jonathan too.
ooh. i think one thing would be that will understands better than anyone else what it feels like to be different and undergo experiences you can’t erase. he has his past with the upside down, and she has her past with the lab.
for jonathan, i think she would appreciate having an older sibling to look out for her. she’s had hopper as a parental figure, but that’s different. and kali might have been her elder sibling, but she wasn’t there for el in the same sense that jonathan was, even if she tried to be. i think jonathan also has a very comforting and soothing presence, and el would like having that around when she first moved in the with byers.
i think she would appreciate both of them just for being her siblings. she never had a real sibling other than kali, and she spent a very small amount of time with her. i think she also knows jonathan and will would be there for her no matter what, just as she would be for them, and she loves them for it. (same for joyce). she’d also appreciate that they respect her and her boundaries and don’t push past those boundaries. one really heartwarming example of this is their reunion in s4 where will asks el if she’s okay. he doesn’t ask about anything that happened, just if she was okay, and i think she really appreciated that. jonathan also never asks what happened. he simply makes sure that she’s safe and cared for.
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nicolos · 6 months
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Tagged by @non-un-topo, thank you tumblr user non-un-topo!!
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
I went with 10 TOG fics, including some of the more recent mini fics so I wasnt going for smth from like, 2020. They're in reverse chronological order here~
Rate of Interest
Nicolò propped his hands on his hips. He was dressed far better for the palace than he had the other day at the piazza—in brocade and a fur-lined cape. When he shifted his hands, his signet ring glinted. “I had not expected you to be so unhappy about an arrangement Signor Al-Wahid and your uncle have spent so long making possible.”
snakeskin
Nicolò sighed. “I have wanted to tell you for so long, Joe, but—we are not allowed to say it to mortals, not until they have an inkling.” He paused, and then, “I hoped you would not be afraid.”
disaster taxon
After, with Nicky lying beside him, smiling at him like Joe had given him something wonderful and intangible, Joe thought that it was easy to give Nicky what he wanted all the time. And he would—if it meant he’d keep looking at him like this, and holding him like this, and—he’d do anything if it meant Nicky wouldn’t see the cracks in him and disappear.
adventure
"That's it? I thought knights these days were more about the pageantry. Aren't you going to wave about a sword and threaten to kill me if I don't help you, or cry about some princess you've never met and have to rescue from a dragon somewhere?"
some cupids kill with arrows (some with traps)
It was exactly like a fae’s mark would be—but still, Yusuf would guess. Unmoving. Waiting.
fossil
This is it, she thinks, trying not to feel like she’s been falsely lulled into complacency. Time for Kill Bill: Vol. 2. For a second, she even wonders if all the rest of it—the cards, the cheese, the terrible driving and the jigsaw and the full three hours Andy and Joe spent in a single shop trying to buy a blanket that felt right—if all of those things are just to make Nile’s survival instinct forget who they are.
a founding
When they part, he takes the sea route, though not by choice, and later Yusuf hears of a calm sea into which a ship disappeared whole. Sometimes, things slip through the cracks.
wasteland, baby (i'm in love with you)
“What a coincidence,” he said, when Yusuf was looking down at his hands with an expression that was just as fond as it was hungry, “so have I.” His hands would be sweet, if he kissed them now, from the dates Yusuf had brought him.
lachesis' noose
He was still looking at his palm when Andromache arrived to throw herself into the armchair next to his. She looked over, one eyebrow raised, and he showed her the guilty hand. One of the women had insisted on reading it, as a repayment for his aid that he didn’t particularly want; she had blessed him with a long life. It was almost funny.
and a smile means friendship to everyone
“I like this shirt,” Joe murmured, and Nicky laughed; the real thing, now, unpracticed, with no hint of threat, only the purest expression of joy. Joe pressed his thumb to the crow’s feet—then rushed to wipe away the blood that followed.
I tag..... this is all just going to be the same people, but. @raedear @chinchillinator @babygirlyusuf @knoepfchen @werebearbearbar !
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elisethetraveller · 1 year
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List five songs that inspire you to write your Muse!
Experience by Ludovico Einaudi
Dear Fellow Traveller by Sea Wolf
Anywhere away from Here by P!nk and Rag'n'Bone Man
Dear God (Listen, Elise might be firmly non-religious, but this song has vibes)
Creature by Half Alive
Tagged by; @misstantabismuses (Thank you so much!!)
Tagging; @masquenoire , @chiropterx , @king-crane , @independentzaun , @brutalscaled , @arkhampsych , @cursedfortune & @zoophagist
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mickmundy · 11 months
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@5piecechickendinner i answered number 97 on this post, so this is part 2, numbah 122! :-) HEHE!! TY AGAIN SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING BESTIE THIS WAS SOOO FUN!! another kiss meme fill (which are still open hehe!)
122. “it’s always been you” kisses
“It’s always been you, since the day I met you.”
An old romance movie played dully in Medic’s lab from a small, tabletop television. The screen flickered and black bars rolled upwards off of the screen every few minutes. Nobody was watching it, only idly listening. The lights in his lab were low, pointed at the only subject in this room other than himself. 
“You’re so beautiful under this moonlight, my darling…”
Sniper nearly glowed beneath the light, shadows flirting and playing along the expanse of his skin as he took deep, even breaths. In and out, and again. He looked ethereal. Not that Medic would want him anywhere else other than where he was, but he could vividly imagine him looking even more stunning within his element… perhaps lounging among crocodiles on a rocky riverbank or laying alongside exotic flora in rich green, brown and golden hues…
“I daresay there’s not a more angelic sight than you before me…”
His gloveless, bloody hand lovingly ran itself through Sniper’s thick hair, his nails brushing over his scalp. Medic smirked as he heard the EKG kick up just for a moment before falling back into its relaxed beat. He paced around the table, admiring his beloved’s nude body, the modesty sheet that had covered him now laying over his hip and thigh. Dense body hair kept him… somewhat modest at the groin. The composition looked intentional, like he was a marble sculpture in one of the museums he favored in his young adulthood.
“Oh, my love! My heart beats for you!” 
Sniper’s eyes fluttered open, then closed again, smiling lovingly as he could smell his beloved doctor before he could see him. The hand that had been laced in his hair came down and caressed his cheek with the back of his knuckles. His thumb gently stroked his bottom lip. Medic inhaled shakily as the marksman’s mouth parted, tongue slipping out to slide over the pad of his thumb before pressing a chaste kiss to it. 
“Guten morgen, my heart,” Medic breathed, observing him as his patient, his lover, and his masterpiece. “Are you doing alright?” He asked, watching Sniper yawn and move to get up, being politely halted by the doctor pressing a palm gently at the center of his chest. “Na, na, not yet.” He urged, watching as Sniper’s brow furrowed in silent protest, but he obeyed all the same. He instead opted to stretch, arching his back and blowing a puff of air out of his mouth. 
The bushman’s stomach puffed out as he stretched and held the arched position, lopsided and misshapen ribs stretching against his skin despite the fat that typically concealed them from view. Scars, a light sheen of sweat that kept his body hair slicked down, and a few stray smatterings of blood adorned his skin. He finally relaxed again, flopping gently onto the table with a small thud before reaching his arms up and stretching them as well, extending his legs out and popping his knees and hip.
“I’ve never known any creature as beautiful as you… look at you. I’d even call you demure if I swear you didn’t know you were such a knockout…”
The backs of Medic’s knuckles came down over Sniper’s jawline, down his neck and trailed over his body as he stretched, watching as his movements influenced the shadows and how they caressed his beloved. “How’d I do, pidge?” Sniper asked, putting a hand behind his own head while the other reached down and idly scratched at a bit of dried blood on his belly. He yawned again; Medic smiled. 
He never overdid it with the medigun use with Sniper, but when they weren’t in combat he found that consistent use of the gun’s rays regardless of frequency often left the huntsman a bit groggy. Very cute. “Perfectly, of course. I’d expect nothing less from my greatest achievement.” He purred, stroking the backs of his knuckles over Sniper’s y-shaped scar.
“Good. Want to stay in your good graces, keep my title.” He teased, grinning crookedly as Medic perked up and looked at him with a look of surprise, laughing loudly and shaking his head. Sniper watched the doctor and propped himself up on his elbows, leaning back against them as he tilted his head to the side. “Something funny?” He asked. “Anyone could’a been your greatest achievement. Unless you’re tellin’ me I have nothing to worry about?” His lip curled up into a bit of a smirk; when Sniper’s smugness came out to play, so did those marvelous canine teeth. Medic’s toes curled in his boots.
“If I got just once chance to prove to you how much you mean to me! You’re my whole world, and you don’t even know it! I almost want you to go on not knowing… I’m just that selfish!”
“Oh, you,” Medic sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head with  a warm chuckle. He sat on the edge of the table and Sniper watched with a satisfied purr as the doctor’s fat thighs squished against the cold table. He giggled at the bushman’s shameless staring, hearing the EKG kick up just for a second. “That title will never belong to anyone but you.” He purred, leaning over Sniper and brushing their noses together. 
“Yeah?” The bushman asked, closing his eyes as he felt Medic gently urging him to lay down again by lightly pressing his forehead against his own. The doctor’s wide frame towered over him, obscured him in shadow and framed Medic’s head with a holy-looking crown of light. Sniper rested his hands on his own chest and let himself be mesmerized.
“Ja,” he confirmed, pressing a soft kiss against Sniper’s lips, kissing his bottom lip and taking him in another dizzying kiss right after. As if anyone else could truly carry such a title: important to Medic both romantically and professionally. Sniper was reborn of his own genius, sustained in part now by his own love, too. He grinned as he felt Sniper kissing the corner of his mouth, like an animal showing submission. After which, the huntsman claimed Medic’s lips in a tender kiss, claiming what he knew to be his. Medic did the same, kissing the canine tooth he adored so much before sliding his tongue against Sniper’s. Another successful procedure.
 “It’s always been you.”
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mintypsii · 8 months
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i can't believe one piece invented gay people
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o0kawaii0o · 2 days
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ROMANCE DAWN TRIO
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orpiknight · 5 months
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2023 is the year for asking the burning questions like "What if David Tennant came back to play a queer, nonbinary, nearly-immortal, otherworldly being that loves Earth and whose greatest adversary list somehow includes a cup of coffee?"
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somnimagus · 3 months
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out of the frying pan and into the fire and into another frying pan that's also on fire
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starrysharks · 2 months
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friendship is magic
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