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notholaenas · 27 days
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the girl on fire 🕊️
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doodleswithangie · 4 months
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under the umbrella
[Image Description: Fanart of teenage Luca, Alberto, and Giulia from "Luca," based off Kenna Jean Harris's fanart. Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]
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Image one: Luca and Alberto stand in the rain, looking happily into each other's eyes. Alberto holds an umbrella over the two of them, and Luca pulls Alberto close by his suspenders.
Image two: Giulia, soaking wet from the rain and carrying a suitcase, comes up behind them, saying, "Hey lovebirds! I'm home, too!" The umbrella tilts a bit, and the rain partially transforms the boys as they turn to Giulia, laughing.
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meanoid · 17 days
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Assorted artz and stuff and yeah ☣️🧬☢️
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silvadour · 7 months
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softpine · 5 months
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she's looking especially sacrificial lamb today 🥩
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saucysonnetts · 2 months
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sonnett vs dominican republic (february 20, 2024)
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mokeonn · 1 month
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One day I shall make a reference of my sweet ass fursona... That day is not today, here he is :3
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midnight-scrivener · 1 month
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Hey, y'all remember that one 30,000 word Pacific Rim fic I started in 2018?? No? Why, because I abandoned it for 3 years???
WELL I JUST UPLOADED 10 NEW CHAPTERS
If you're seeing this for the first time, this is a Newmann fic that I started around when Uprising came out for absolutely no reason at all randomly in the summer of 2018. It's a (so far) non-explicit slow-burn with Kaiju mutation, Ghost drifting, and mutual pining. The summary is as follows:
Hermann flies Stateside to visit an old friend, but what he finds there leaves him shaken. And now, with the Precursors re-launching their attacks on our world in new, horrifying ways, everyone is growing desperate. Newt seems to be the only one who can get them answers, but is he compromised by the enemy? He certainly looks it. Can mankind and monsters come together to defeat this threat a second time? Or will fear divide the Shatterdome?
There's not a whole lot of triggering material in this story, as far as I've been informed, but I'll put some gentle warnings for mental manipulation, as well as some violence and body horror.
If this sounds up your alley, give it a read and tell me what you think!
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echo-goes-mmm · 18 days
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Hoarding Behavior #9
Masterpost
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Warnings: dehumanization, objectification  
“Wake up, my treasure,” said a soft voice in his ear. River blearily opened his eyes to see Master sitting next to him, a warm smile on his face.
It seemed early, and Noct had never woken him up before. River yawned and sat up.
“What is it, Master?”
“We are going to see my hatch-mates,” Master Noct explained, brushing part of River’s hair away from his face. “I can not leave you by yourself.”
“Why?” he asked. Master never seemed to mind his questions, instead indulging his curiosity.
“I seal my nest when I leave for more than a day. I do not know how that affects the air in here, and who will light the lanterns for you when I am gone?”
“Oh.”
Noct seemed to be in a hurry; two bags already sat packed by the exit, and he had already laid out River’s clothes for the day.
The clothes consisted of a simple pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, unlike the usual… revealing… outfits Master had him wear.
“I do not want you to get cold,” Noct explained, sensing his confusion. “I will be flying, and the wind will chill you.”
Breakfast was over quickly, and they headed outside after the dishes were clean.
“Wait here,” Master ordered. He walked off, and River wondered what he was up to, until Master changed into his large dragon form. He started to roll a large boulder towards the cavern entrance, and River understood what he meant by “sealing the nest”.
“Now we may go,” said Noct after he was done. He scooped River up in one hand, and the bags in another, before raising his massive ruby wings to fly into the air.
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The flight was long, and despite their early start, it was nearing midday before they landed.
River didn’t know how fast they had been going, but they were certainly hundreds of miles from home.
To his surprise, they landed in a massive sheep pasture. He couldn’t even see the opposite fence when he looked for it, and there were just so many animals.
Even more strange, the sheep didn’t seem a bit bothered that a dragon had landed among them.
“Come,” Noct called. “My brother has his nest not far from here.”
It was true, it wasn’t far at all. And unlike Noct’s nest, it was unhidden, buried in a hill with a simple tapestry door.
But Noct did not enter the hill, instead walking up and over it. 
River followed him, and saw three dragons (purple, blue, green) in their small forms sitting on an innocuous picnic blanket. It was nearly comical; three huge predators lounging around casually.
“Noct,” greeted one of them, a man with purple scales and silver eyes. He was taller than Noct; they all were.
“Vixes,” grinned Master. He set the bags off to the side, and the two touched their foreheads together. Noct bumped into the other two, in an equally friendly gesture.
“Your sheep look well,” said Noct as he sat, and River awkwardly sat next to him. Master deemed this unacceptable, and tugged him into his lap instead.
“Thank you,” said Vixes. “The wool is coming in nicely.”
“Who is this?” interrupted the green dragon, a woman. She was a whole head taller than the rest, and River guessed she must be ten feet tall standing, not including her horns.
“A treasure of mine,” said Noct, proud. “I call him River.” Noct’s hand brushed over his stomach and River squirmed from the tickling sensation.
“How cute,” said the blue dragon. “May I?”
Noct pushed River off his lap, and the blue dragon pulled him forward by his hips.
“Be gentle, Anlis,” warned Noct. “He is delicate.”
River nervously turned back to look at Master, but he was sitting mostly unbothered.
“Look at me,” cooed Anlis, his hands roaming over River. Anlis had bronze-y eyes that scrutinized him.
“I have seen prettier humans,” he commented, “but he looks sweet.”
“I do not understand why you would collect a human,” said the lady dragon, whose name River still hadn’t caught. “I understand Vixes has his odd interest in sheep-”
Vixes hissed-
“But a human? What do you see in him?”
Anlis passed River back over to his Master, and Noct seemed relieved to have him in his lap again. River felt the same way; curling into Noct’s warm chest.
“It does not concern you, Siat.” 
“And I do not have an odd interest in sheep,” protested Vixes. “They are for wool. I hoard the finest cloth, and the best looms and spinning wheels, and-”
“Yes, yes, my apologies,” waved off Siat. “Still, my point stands.”
“It is not so strange,” Anlis said, “Humans are curious little creatures, and they make such fine things. Noct collects rare human items; why would he not want a human too?”
“Hm,” she hummed, neither disagreeing nor agreeing.
The mood lightened after lunch, and Vixes clearly was not interested in sheep for the sake of sheep, as their lunch was roasted mutton.
“Have you considered putting River in silk?” asked Vixes, “that cotton is a nice weave, but you could do better.”
“I do put him in silk. And gold, and other lovely things. I did not want him to get cold on the flight here. Humans have no inner fire, you know.”
Vixes hummed in agreement, and the conversation drifted to other things.
When evening broke, they moved into Vixes’s nest.
It was far different from Noct’s den. Instead of glittering cases of jewels and fine-hewn furniture, there were hanging tapestries with vivid colors. Glass containers of dyes lined a roughly-made shelf, and many, many bolts of fine fabrics were stacked neatly on a large rug.
Several looms sat in rows, with partially finished work, and a large sorting table held piles of wool.
The only consistency was perhaps the stone door that no doubt held food behind it, and the large bed dug into the floor.
“Did you make all this yourself?” asked River as they all sat in the nest. 
“Of course,” beamed Vixes as he settled into his bed. “I even breed my sheep to perfection. Only the best wool will do for my looms.”
“What happens to the sheep that aren’t good?”
“Dinner,” joked Anlis, and Siat nodded.
“Very practical,” she said.
“I could not possibly eat so much mutton so quickly. No, the bad sheep fill my belly, then my shepherds have their pick.”
“Shepherds?”
Vixen yawned, his long teeth flashing. “Mhm. I cannot watch my thousands of sheep myself. At first, I sold my bad sheep, but my herd became too big, and so I pay shepherds in sheep. Their new herds share my fields, their families get fed, the shepherd wool goes to market, and my sheep are safe.” he explained.
“I never sell my wool, and even my worst sheep make good fabric for humans, so they are happy. They even built a settlement nearby.”
“You mean, an entire village lives here simply because you had too many sheep?” asked River, impressed.
Vixes shrugged, unconcerned. “I do not mind. My sheep are fed and watered. That is all I am concerned with.” He laid down, and seemed more interested in sleeping than elaborating.
Analis and Siat quietly chatted with each other, and Noct was already half asleep, purring. He tugged River down to lay with him, and River obliged. 
He cuddled close into his chest, and despite the fact that he was in a nest with four whole dragons, River didn’t feel unsafe at all in Noct’s arms.
It was probably the safest place in the world.
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princemick · 2 months
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ALEX // Wednesday, pre season testing 2024
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rqgnarok · 1 month
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just got around to watching 9-1-1 07x01 but wdym we got more buddie content (and GREAT ONE at that) in one episode than in like half a season when it was running on fox
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mblematic · 2 months
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@rsbigbang starting tomorrow!!!
planning my blorbos' Situation as we speak ... babes they're gonna be sooooo Situation'd watch out ... @pancakehouse is gonna be so mad ...
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nipchipcookies · 4 months
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My Art Summary for 2023
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To my followers, thank you for all the support this year! Here's to creating more art and getting even weirder in 2024.
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jonny-versace · 6 months
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Just watched the first ep of Fellow Travelers and I need to lie down. If I were Matt Bomer's husband/Jonathan Bailey's boyfriend I'd be asking some SERIOUS questions at home because I've seen literal porn with less heat between the performers than Matt and Jon have
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clarafordahwin · 10 days
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The Truman Show (1998) // Succession (2018-2023)
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sunsage · 1 month
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