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picklepie888 · 5 months
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Gaz admitting that she misses Dib in NASB2 😭😭😭
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pageofheartdj · 10 months
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A lil' reminder, the bros are active jerks to each other too!xD
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crystallakec · 2 years
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did a rerender of my old drawing!
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the-blue-wraith · 1 year
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Ever since I was little, I could sense what was in people’s hearts... but believed I was safe with you because there was nothing but light. But the more darkness I felt, the deeper my heart sank into the abyss. It started to consume me, until one day, I realized that the darkness I thought was theirs was in truth mine.
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free-n-wild · 7 months
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Martin, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Chris, standing just outside of the door frame like a sleep paralysis demon: I'm not in your room.
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morningstargirl666 · 28 days
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WIP WEDNESDAY
So, this is part of some flashbacks of the new chapter 10 of tbbw, first draft but still...I may have dumped the angst glitter on the Mikaelsons. Particularly Elijah. Oops.
[shrugs in a what-can-you-do gesture]
However, the reason this flashback has been added in the edits is because it also helps set up next plot arc I'm going to be writing from chapter 36 onwards. So like, take from that what you will - you guys know I love a good teaser.
Pisa, Marquisate of Tuscany, Italia. Le Estate, 1114 A.D.
“KOL!” Elijah yelled, struggling to rip the sharp, broken chair leg from his brother’s grip, yanking it away only to face another battle - stopping Klaus from grabbing anything else. “HELP ME HOLD HIM!”
“Elijah, please, don’t let them do this to me-” Klaus begged, eyes wild and unseeing, lost to yet another hallucination. 
“KOL!” Elijah screamed again, just as their brother appeared around the corner, cursing upon seeing the scene, Klaus’ chambers in disarray, tables and chairs toppled where he had tried to fashion the wood into stakes. Elijah wrapped his arms firmly around Klauss chest, holding him back and leaning forward to hiss in his ear. “Niklaus, we’re only trying to help, you are hurting yourself-”
Kol rushed to Elijah’s side, leaping over the toppled chairs to grab Klaus as he thrashed in Elijah’s arms.
“Please, I can’t! Don’t let her take him from me-”
Kol glanced between his brother and Elijah, grimacing as Klaus tried to slip out of his grip, nearly succeeding - he had always been stronger than his siblings. “What is he talking about?”
Elijah shook his head. “I don’t know, he’s not lucid-” He swallowed, trying to catch Klaus’ eye. “Brother, please, we don’t mean to harm you-”
“NO!” Klaus roared, lashing out and throwing his elbow back, right into Kol’s face, smashing his brother’s nose on impact. In the next moment, he’d pushed Kol with so much force his brother was thrown across the room, slamming into shelves and cracking the wall. Kol fell to the floor, blood dripping from his brow. Eyes wide, Elijah’s grip slipped and his brother nearly managed to flash away but he caught his jacket at the last second, snagging the fabric and hauling Klaus by the neck into the wall behind them.
“NIKLAUS!” he bellowed, pinning him across the stone and shaking him for good measure. “That is enough,” he snarled.
Klaus shrank away, terrified, frantically shaking his head, so terribly unlike him that it made Elijah pause. For the first time, he noticed the tear tracks on his brother’s cheeks.
“I can’t lose him, please, don’t let her take the wolf away-” he begged, but he wasn’t looking at Elijah, but to the side, talking to whatever hallucination standing there. “Please, ‘lijah, don’t let them do this to me-”
Elijah’s grip slackened, his anger exhaling from his body in a single flood of horror. He remembered the night Klaus was currently reliving, remembered the heat of mother’s fires, the roar of Mikael’s orders. His hands pinning Klaus down, enclosing his wrists in tight shackles, and eventually, Elijah doing the same. 
Now, Elijah looked down at his hands, clenched around his brother’s shoulders, holding him down and suddenly felt sick, releasing his brother as if burned.
“Brother, I-” 
Klaus didn’t give him the chance to work through the ball of emotion in his throat, releasing a yell of fury, grabbing Elijah and flashing them both across the room, slamming him into the opposite wall. Elijah gasped, looking down where Klaus’ hand had impaled his chest, fingers grasped around his heart.
“You took everything from me,” his brother snarled, eyes bleeding red, seeing not his brother, but another enemy entirely. Even so, it felt like he was saying the words to Elijah all the same. His grip tightened, fingers squeezing around Elijah’s heart and in that moment, he didn’t doubt Klaus would tear it from his chest. 
Suddenly, hands grasped the side of Klaus’ head and his neck snapped to the side, body falling to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Kol stood behind him, his chest heaving with adrenaline, nose bloody as he stared down at her brother’s unconscious body in shock and horror. Elijah slumped against the wall, a hand over his chest where the wound was already beginning to heal, sliding to the floor.
Neither of them moved for a long while. ______________________________________________________________
Elijah bolted the door to the cell shut, glancing through the barred window of the door to Klaus inside, their brother laid out on the cold, straw-lined floor where they had left him. There was no furniture for him to break and use as stakes, no windows and curtains to open and let in sunlight, the daylight ring on his brother’s finger noticeably absent. Elijah didn’t know where he had discarded it this time. He’d have to search through the wreckage in the room to find it.
“Make sure the door remains locked,” he said to Kol, turning to leave the dungeon, a numbness settling into his bones that felt suffocating. “When he wakes, he may try to escape.”
“If that’s what you think is best,” Kol said as he passed him, lips curled in a bitter snarl.
Elijah stopped in the middle of the cells, his entire body freezing as Kol’s words cut into his skin. He hadn’t known how much Kol had overheard upstairs - they had carried Klaus down here in silence, neither of them knowing how to break it. But now, now he knew. 
Skin itching with Kol’s judgement, slowly he turned around, teeth gritted as he looked at his brother, daring him with his glare to speak up. “Do you have something to say to me, Kol?”
Kol looked away from him, fists clenched as he stared instead at the wooden cell door currently locking their brother away.
“Do you know why Finn had to snap my neck to stop me from going after you and Nik that night?” he asked eventually, taking Elijah off-guard. When his gaze met his brother’s, there was agony there that was not unlike Klaus’ own. “Because I understood even then what you were going to help them take from him. Maybe not fully, but I understood enough.”
Elijah swallowed around the ball in his throat, trying not to remember Kol’s wails of grief the night they were turned, and later, Klaus’ screams as his wolf was ripped away. “Losing your magic was not same as what happened to Niklaus-”
“How would you know, Elijah? You were never a witch. And last time I checked,” Kol spat in his face, shoving past him, “You were never one of the wolf-folk either.”
On his way out, Kol slammed the door to the dungeons behind him. Elijah couldn’t stop his flinch.
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I'm here for you.
Here's something that I had on my drafts for quite some time and, I don't really think I'm going to finish it. But I still wanted to share it.
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techn0tony · 8 months
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What's an interesting fact about your seperated au that you are comfortable with sharing?
OOH OOH WAIT I HAVE A GOOD ONE -- or two I suppose actually (apologies in advance that I have a habit of giving an enormous backstory speech instead of directly answering questions TwT)
So I haven't gotten very far in writing/drawing stuff for it yet, but this interesting fact has to do with when all 4 brothers are finally reunited and adjusting to being together again after being in such different situations:
Out of the 4 of them, Donnie struggles the most with adjusting to his new circumstances, and he feels like he does not fit in with his brothers, causing him to isolate himself often even though he hates loneliness. But (here comes the interesting facts I'm leading up to) after a while he ends up becoming close to Raph in particular, and he will do things like go into Raph's room when he has a nightmare, follows him around, wants to be in the same room as him even if they are engaged in different activities.
Raph is the strong and gentle older brother who Donnie never got to have, and Raph was always doing his best to be patient and include him, and Donnie was so not used to being shown that kindness from an older family member. The other fun fact I wanna share also is important to Raph and Donnie's closeness because in my AU Raph is also autistic! He and Donnie don't share all of the same symptoms, but they still relate to each other a lot over it. Donnie was so happy to finally meet somebody else with autism and finally be living in an environment where it wasn't treated as a bad thing to have. (He didn't really get to meet a lot of people at all under Draxum's control and was rarely allowed outside, he didn't even really have friends either.)
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catnipvodka · 5 months
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I just can't help myself they're too adorable in my hands!!><
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Timmy: the mines got blown up again...
John: you WHAT?! Are you okay??!
Kevin: Quick, Play dead! They won't attack you if you don't move!
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lyacinthus · 9 months
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the train home
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masteroffakesmiles · 1 year
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SPOILERS!! From season 3 episode 8 (Animaniacs season 3 (2020))
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There’s ribbing, then there’s this.
It’s one thing that he may (or may not be, I dunno) be the un-favorite sibling of the trio towards the fans, but to get this from his own SIBLINGS has to hurt.
Ah crap. I forgot about this gem of a line…
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This one isn’t as bad because the sibs do tease each other a lot, and to them it’s easier than just saying “I love you”. It’s like “show don’t tell” where you do see them get along but in their own way.
But then again, it came from the same episode where Yakko and Dot insult the crap outta Wakko at the beginning, and the reboot doesn’t do their sibling bonding justice (I mean we get background stuff like Yakko comforting Wakko during a storm in s1e13, but it’s stuff in the background mostly).
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aspenstarflare · 9 months
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A little good ol’ polaroid doodle of Jesse and Ahsoka
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cittythekitten · 13 days
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The Electric Peacock!! I might change some of their designs later but Beats is so adorable.
Undertale by Toby Fox Mecha by Wolf-Wrath-Knight V!Sans by Hammie-Heart Firefly by Water-Dragon-Angel Kin by Bun-Bunmuse Beats by Phauncier / Flotts Brute by Clacy2812 CAREFREE by me :)
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girlfromthecrypt · 10 months
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Big sister, little brother (WIP snippet)
Remmy was sitting on the living room sofa, the old TV blasting the midday cartoons. My little brother looked perfectly content, skillfully balancing a plate with a slice of pie on his knee. Crumbs and streaks of chocolate were smeared all over his cheeks, and even his teeth were stained brown as he shot me a wide smile. He patted the empty seat beside him. I grinned and settled in beside him, directing my attention towards the flickering screen while he kept munching away.
"Wipe your mouth, Mister," I told him once he was done. "You pig."
He did so, with his T-shirt, mind. He cackled when I shook my head in frustration. "You staying in town for my birthday party tomorrow, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it." Crap, I'd totally forgotten about that. How old was that little stinker turning again? "You look great for a fifty year-old."
He giggled and smacked me on the shoulder. "I'm turning eleven, you moron."
"No kidding! How the hell do you already have a beard then?" I pointed out the chocolate residue. 
Remmy smacked me again, then leaned back in his seat with a gleeful sigh. "I missed ya."
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lc20-official · 1 year
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This scene lives in my head rent free
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melissacove · 11 months
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I’ve never been prouder of my brother.
for context, I’m 13 and I have a 7 year old younger brother, we’ll call him Jason.
my brother just yelled for me at 2:57 am, (in my time zone,) and when I asked him why he said “I called you because I wanna play Pokémon.” I grabbed him my old Nintendo DS, a Pokémon Pearl cartridge, made a new save file and helped him get to the first gym. It’s 4:23 as of writing this and I finally got back in bed after two hours of helping my brother through his first play through. His current team is a level 7 Piplup named Waddle, a level two Starly and a level two Shinx. He’s making his way to Orenburg as we speak and I’ve honestly never been prouder. My brothers playing the same game that got me into Pokémon when I was 10. Expect a lot of Pokémon creepypasta fanart in the near future. I’m 1000 percent a certified Sinnoh kid and my brothers about to be too. Never been happier.
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