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more-profound-bond · 1 year
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Charles: Erik... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Erik: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Charles:
Charles: I wrote sanitize, Erik.
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lissa-edem · 1 year
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I know, it's weird! But we all love Kaz and Jes being like "I'll kill you!" - "No, you love your bestie", don't we? If there were the same ceremony in Grishaverse.
Jesper: Kaz, I ask you to become my cruel, dark and cold parabatai.
Kaz with totally poker face: is it all you came for?
Jesper, smiling: fine, see you at the ceremony on sunday.
«A parabatai is a pair of Nephilim warriors who fight together as lifelong partners, bound together by oath, regardless of their gender» — Shadowhunters
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daenerys-targaryen · 4 months
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KELLY REILLY as BETH DUTTON 🌪 Yellowstone: 4x10 “Grass on the Streets and Weeds on the Rooftops"
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qiinamii · 8 months
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old men's little guys
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triona-tribblescore · 7 months
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Reading can just be a little hard sometimes
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c-hrona · 1 year
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Me drawing Mashwood material in bisexual lighting??
Is more likely than you think, more under the cut!
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suntails · 8 months
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a father's love
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palalances · 2 months
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Redraw of a piece from 2019 🚀
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elizabethrobertajones · 2 months
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Oh! The headaches. Definitely the headaches :)
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And I can teach him so much more.
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shadowqnights · 15 days
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crazy how everything about mcd is so much more insane when you apply what i call the dog rule and that is when they are all dogs now in some way shape or form: an analysis.
when garroth is purebred, a hound made to serve, that does not know how to do anything but heel. he has purpose. he is sleek and well-groomed because he has to be, because he has always been tended to. a dog that falls into desperate spiral when that dynamic shifts - because who is he, without someone to follow, protect, love? a dog that becomes flea-bitten and hungry when he runs because he was never taught to take care of himself, to be his own master. he falls apart. he needs this, he knows, but what is he without someone to own him? a dog that cannot lead any kind of pack or family because it is afraid to understand the kind of animal it is if not in submission. if a parent, a teacher, he is promptly punished by his students as cruel reminder that he is not allowed to find joy in anything other than what his makers intended. a dog so desperate that it offers up its own leash to whoever will take it when things crumble - even if it means turning back to distasteful company. as long as it is held at all. time and time again, he tried to tend to the younger, weaker. he tried to feed them and lick their wounds - and time and time again, only to be mauled in turn. no more, he thinks. life was simpler when he was mindless, just four paws and a purpose. if that was what he was bred for, what business does he have pretending?
when laurance is a stray but made out of love. his coat shines thanks to the love of his family, his sister. he is sleek and well-groomed with them. the nether breaks him in, turns him a little wild. gives him cause to show teeth when threatened. when he bites, he mauls. there is something wicked in his animal eyes. he goes for the kill. when he bites, something in him wants it to hurt - whether his prey or himself, he can't tell. a part of the dog believes the suffering is natural because its maker declared it so. the pain wanes in and out like the cycle of the moon; life is unpredictable. he is braced to survive, sometimes with teeth already bared to expect the suffering. constantly on edge, pacing, waiting for the next disaster. a loyal, desperate pet that will follow to the ends of the earth - a desperation that borders on obsession. he will eat you alive, if only you would stay with him, inside of him, never leave him. never look at anyone else the way you would him. don't put him on a leash - let him choose who to lope after. his leash, in fact, is in tatters. he can't be collared. he merely follows, hungry at the heels of who fed him. his sense of duty is not of obligation but of love, a sacred need to stay at the side of those who treated him with kindness and them alone. and worse, he is burdened with the constant fear that if left untethered for too long, that obsession might turn carnal - that if wronged, he may not kill to eat and feel full, but kill merely to feel the blood on his teeth, just to feel the pain. feel something. anything. that he might enjoy the taste of his loved ones. maybe a leash is the right thing. maybe he needs to be caged. he can't bear either thought.
when they both bite the hand that fed them. when they bite each other. when they are dogs and kind of made for each other.
dante is a dog. aaron is a dog. aph is a dog. katelyn? oh you fucking guessed it. ivy. jeffory. zane. yeah. all of them are dogs. welcome to the dog rule fuckers its exactly how it sounds. are you sick of the word dog yet.
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cccotard · 10 months
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some 80s style corporate villain redesigns 
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whaliiwatching · 2 months
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other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem…
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gomzdrawfr · 4 months
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fuck it, uwu-fies the villain
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vaniliens · 2 months
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Behold! My favorite fairy tail characters!
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god-of-this-new-blog · 9 months
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Smile, You’re On Camera
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inuhodo · 1 year
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They keep a stool empty for you at the Hanged Man.
clouds practice that turned into pain.. every day i think about how kirkwall is filled with ghosts and my hawke is just one in a long line of many haunting the place. perhaps she's the loudest.
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