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yeonjune · 4 months
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members: 😴💤 yeonjun: 🏃🤸
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tending-the-hearth · 20 days
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when i tell you nothing makes me more emotional than seeing older actors interacting with younger actors who are playing the same character and their interactions just being so earnest and the older actors being so visibly proud of the younger ones
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ghost--girlfriend · 3 months
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them <3 and COVE
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the (shipped) gold standard - fall out boy
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chiropteracupola · 10 months
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took the chance to scribble up a plague pigeon for @quezify's dtiys...
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tee-wells · 2 months
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I've been custom tailoring my pants lately, decided to paint the virgin mary on one (along with gold leafing the lyrics to Ave Maria)
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Also some super fun jewelry I paired with it hehe
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frecklystars · 6 months
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im making something silly and i would like everyone to see this bby Luke Glanton which is going to be part of a much bigger drawing. he's very small <3
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THEY'RE JUST SO CUTE AND HAPPY AND IN LOVE WITH THEIR OLD LOVING LIVES
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THEY'RE DANCING TOGETHER AND ITS SO CUTE 💙💙💙💙💙
They did a good fucking job making her look old .
My husband better still look at me like that at that age.
Aw she's opening up curtains again like so long ago.
She better not fall now.
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I SAID SHE BETTER NOT FALL NOW
YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO BEING YOURSELF
ITS THE CHIPPED CUP
YOU'LL NEVER LOSE ME
THE SUN HASNT SET YET
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IM FUCKING CRYING ALL OVER AGAIN READING THESE TO WRITE MY CAPTIONS AMD ITA KILLING ME
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There's something I need to tell you.
I realized that the sun that needed to set at the Edge of Realms wasn't the one in the sky.
IT WAS MINE
HOW COULD YOU KEEP THAT FROM ME?
It means you have to believe our love is powerful enough to outlast death. Only then you will find the path to lead you back to me.
NOW ITS TIME TO LET ME GO.😭😭😭😭😭😭
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WE FOUND OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER MORE THAN A FEW TIMES
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I'm just fucking crying now.
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Modern day Hyde would have a choker with HYDE spelled across the front.
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thecraftgremlin · 2 months
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The weaselly bastard is officially a weasel.
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martianbugsbunny · 5 months
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That's How He Knows He's Yours (A Lokius Fic)
Would you like a little bit of self-indulgent Lokius to heal from the finale? You would?!?! Good!! Because I just so happen to have some! *opens green coat to reveal a fic* All the context you need, which is little to none, is in the fic, so just read on and enjoy and patch up your little broken heart!!!
The TVA was having a party.
That wasn’t really the important thing, but it was interesting anyway. Mobius couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a party—but they needed to keep their spirits up after finding out that their entire lives were, in fact, lies, so a party it was. Every sector was having its own shindig, because the TVA was immense, and all of the employees couldn’t have fit in a single room if they’d been threatened with death to do it.
Well, anyway, the important thing was that Mobius wasn’t going alone. He’d convinced Loki that it would be more fun to go together than to go separately, or not to go at all.
The other important thing was that Mobius had offered to braid Loki’s hair, which had grown considerably longer than it had been the first time they’d met, and that Loki had taken him up on it.
He’d spent hours studying both Jotun and Aesir braiding styles—not just the actual construction, but also the meaning behind them. In the end he’d picked the Jotun style that signaled “I’m taken” because it was beautiful, and because he was pretty sure Loki didn’t know enough about his own culture to know what it meant himself, so Mobius could convince himself it wasn’t that much of a presumption.
“I’m not so sure about this suit,” Loki said, patiently waiting as Mobius brushed his hair before twisting it together. “The gold stripes are a bit much, don’t you think?” “What happened to the guy who used to strut around wearing gold armor and a cape?” Mobius teased, beginning the first braid. Left under the middle, right under the middle, he muttered to himself.
“I’ve been wearing your boring TVA clothes for months,” Loki said. “The drab must’ve rubbed off on me.”
Mobius rolled his eyes. The truth was, he was outside his own comfort zone in a fancy suit. His didn’t have metallic pin-striping on it like Loki’s did (because it was a bit much, although Loki wore it well) but it was black, and a much sharper cut and a much more dashing style than he was used to wearing. He’d been just an analyst in a plain brown suit for centuries, and now here he was all dressed up like he thought he was Prince Charming or something.
He tried to focus more on the different strands of dark hair in his hands than on the way his fingertips brushed against Loki’s temples as he gathered new locks to add to a braid.
He failed.
As he began to pin the completed braids up using glittering golden hair pins, he tried to focus more on not stabbing Loki’s  scalp than on the brush of his hands against the nape of Loki’s neck.
He failed.
Loki was built like a prince, Mobius sometimes caught himself thinking. It didn’t matter if it was princedom of Asgard or of Jotunheim. There was an elegance in the set of his shoulders, in the movements of his hands as he wielded his magic, and a determination in the curve of his back and the way he stepped, that was just plain regal. Gold, like the simple rings he was wearing that night and the hair pins Mobius had found for him and the single slim chain around his neck, seemed to have been built into the cosmos for no reason other than to have Loki wear it.
That was waxing poetic. Mobius didn’t do that often—only for Loki and Jet Skis. What could he say, they were both remarkable singularities in the universe.
He finished setting the last braid into place, nestled among the others like a crown across the top of Loki’s head. “All done, puss,” he said, patting Loki on the shoulder.
Loki’s head turned slightly to the side at the use of the nickname, and Mobius could just see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do I dare look?” he asked.
“I didn’t mess it up that bad,” Mobius said. Loki chuckled and got up from the floor in front of Mobius’s couch to go check his appearance in the mirror on the other side of the room.
Mobius could see the reflected green eyes widening as he caught sight of himself. For some reason Mobius’s heart was in his throat.
“I didn’t know you knew how to do this,” Loki said.
“What, braids?” Mobius managed to speak past his racing pulse. “It’s not that hard.” (It was, actually, quite hard, but learning it for Loki had made it seem easier.)
“No. The Jotun style.” That quick pulse stopped altogether. Mobius sat there, stock still, feeling very much like he was going to throw up if Loki didn’t break the sudden silence.
He turned from the mirror to look Mobius in the eyes properly. He was smiling, his eyes glittering beneath the faint liner he’d applied earlier that evening and a light dusting of shimmery white eyeshadow. “Seems the pussycat has caught himself a guilty little mouse,” he said, his voice sultry and honey-smooth, dripping into Mobius’s soul. “You didn’t realize I knew what these braids meant,” he stated. There wasn’t a hint of doubt on his face.
“You caught me,” Mobius said. He was impressed with himself for being able to get any words out at all, with Loki’s gaze focused on him like that.
“I’m taken, am I?”
Now Mobius found himself entirely unable to speak. What could he say, after all, other than "we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you don’t mind when I call you ‘puss’ and I catch you staring at me sometimes in a way nobody ever has"? It seemed stupid even in his brain. None of that meant he and Loki were…whatever he’d been subconsciously thinking they could be when he’d picked the style.
Loki walked back across the room, a new sway in his hips that Mobius was positive hadn’t been there before, and sat down on the couch to lean directly into Mobius’s personal space. For a long moment, far too long, far too breathless, he simply studied Mobius’s face, as though he could see everything single thought that had ever crossed his mind.
“We’ll see about that when we get back from the party,” he said finally, gaze flicking briefly down to Mobius’s lips. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to be…taken.”
He crossed into that last bit of personal space and pressed their lips together, his touch surprisingly light, stunningly tender, as one arm came up to drape across Mobius’s shoulders and draw him even closer.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself, puss.” Mobius finally found his tongue again after the kiss (although in a few moments, he was sure the cat would have it) and flirted back, laying a hand on Loki’s thigh. “You’re the one with the fancy hairstyle to prove it.”
As Loki laughed, Mobius captured his lips in another kiss, just as soft as before but oh-so-many leagues more passionate, and he thanked his lucky stars he’d been fool enough to pick a Jotun way to call Loki his.
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not-poignant · 5 months
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Hi Pia!
You’ve probably had to explain this a hundred times already, but I’m new to your fandom so I’ve likely missed previous explanations. I was just wondering when will you be posting Underline the Silver?
I haven't needed to explain this much at all! But you also might not like the answer I'm afraid, because it's: 'I have no idea' but also 'really not very soon at all.'
It will likely start around the time that Underline the Blue or Underline the Gold come close to finishing, or Underline the Black finishes, which almost certainly puts it into early or mid 2024 at the earliest.
Underline the Red and Underline the Silver will both kick back off around the same time.
I currently have an extremely full slate which is nuts even by my standards. I wrote it out for a friend tonight and:
Underline the Black - 4-5 chapters a month (every Thursday) A Stain that Won't Dissolve - 2-3 chapters a month (every second Sunday) The Nascent Diplomat - 1 chapter a month Constellations - 1 chapter a month (will eventually replace The Nascent Diplomat) Palmarosa - (god help me) 3-4 chapters a month (this is so unsustainable, this is my fault for wanting to write a BG3 fic) Underline the Blue - 2 chapters every few months Underline the Red - as above (but on hiatus for my sanity) Underline the Gold - as above (they all just cycle with each other)
I don't know how to tell you how incredibly nuts this is, but I think I can sum it up as '2-3 stories at the same time used to be where I was most comfortable.'
And this is not 2-3 stories.
I am really really just not going to be able to write anything outside of this, at least until some of these stories finish (and some of THESE stories are on hiatus or minimalistic schedules already), because like...
as much as I like to treat myself like a words machine, I am unfortunately a human person, and I've reached the point of thinking about crying when it comes to keeping even this up.
So yeah Underline the Silver can wait for when I'm excited about new stories again and not dreading them because my current writing slate is 'oh god oh god WHY IS EVERYTHING BURNING' dsakljfdsa
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funereel · 2 years
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Dream scholar🌕 🌊
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piningprecussionist · 2 months
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(ooc)
I want you all to know that whenever you put sweet/funny tags on my art/posts in general, these are me, in no particular order:
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little-pondhead · 1 year
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There was this one time in high-school I was taking a college level English class and we had this photography assignment and I don’t remember details but we were analyzing certain key elements that showed up in like, disabled war vet pictures and similar stuff. Our assignment was to take our own pictures that featured one of the elements and present it to the class and I didn’t really have many friends in my grade so I just kinda did the whole thing myself. (I found out later people teamed up to help each other take pictures of each other.) When it came time to present like a week later I was actually kinda excited cause I like photography in general, and I thought I actually looked nice in this one. And then people started presenting and I realized very quickly I missed something because everyone had made these really sad and somber pictures like one girl even put on bruise makeup and talked about domestic abuse.
I had made my presentation about fairies.
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potatobugz · 2 years
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Some more creatures and their lusii! Having a lot of thoughts today about these silly folks (I might ramble some about them in the tags)
#homestuck#hs#homestuck oc#OK SO FIRST OFF i changed Maltur's name to Marmur but im still super indecisive and thought 'Marmut' sounded cool too#Marmur fit sorta well bc it sounds like murmur and his whole thing is that he doesnt talk out loud often#and when he does hes usually very quiet#he has a SHORSE DAD#vigila is a teal blood so of course hes got the whole justice thing going on. hes like a detective who takes the law into his own hands#sorta.#like batman except hes lame as shit (affectionate)#hes not nearly as tough as he thinks he is & hes got a big sweet tooth; he loves candy#he absolutely would read stuff like nancy drew. his lusus is a hound dog sorta like scooby doo. Scooby Dad if you will#Lepido is a gold blood so ofc she has psychic powers but as cliche as it may sound she doesnt have a good handle on them yet#the reason her horns are different in two pictures is bc those were older pictures of her so ive changed her design since then#she gets excited very easily and is a bit of an airhead (but we love her anyway). she dies photography as a hobby#and shes pretty good at it :]#i dont have much to say about Molee other than their pronouns are they/them theyre an artist and they eat crayons#or chalk#one of the two. they definitely eat their art supplies#i only have two typing quirks figured out but Lepido triples the last letter in her sentence and doubles her punctuation#and Marmur replaces 'o' with a period and ends his sentences with punctuation followed by a comma#anywho. sorry 4 rambling like this i have not done this on tumblr in a while. but if youve read up to this point thank you :]#potatart
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