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dragon-spaghetti · 1 month
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Omg Hazbin Hotel season 2 poster real?!
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sexynetra · 6 months
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I’ve been crying laughing at this photo since Maddy posted it help
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hyakunana · 1 year
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"Another disturbing dream, my love...?"
My contribution for the O14 Week 2022 (what a timing btw!) hosted by @atmosfioric
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calitsnow · 18 days
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{It’s like burning…}
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insertsomthinawesome · 7 months
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Whumptober No.14 - Safety Net
Get him out of here now. Lecture him for his choices later asdflJSKDGJSDLG -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-
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mosaickiwi · 9 months
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Sick Nasty
Rendacted is (love) sick who cares if it's cute and weird get him to a doctor!!! Kinda drabble. GN reader.
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
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You wanted to surprise your boyfriend early in the morning to get breakfast, but he didn't answer the door. He hadn’t responded to your text messages either. So you simply used the key he’d given you months ago to let yourself in. But instead of finding him awake and distracted by something else, a concerning sight greeted you in his bedroom.
[REDACTED] was splayed out face down on one side of his mattress, in an unusually deep sleep. His tank top had ridden up a little, exposing his lower back. One tattooed arm dangled off the edge of the bed, while the other was slung over a body pillow—decorated with a particular sweatshirt you hadn't seen in a while. That didn't actually concern you too much. What did, however, was the strange halo of plushies and more of your clothes stacked around his head. Several hoodies, another sweatshirt, and some sweatpants that you'd left for whenever you were staying the night encircled his dark hair like a summoning ritual.
You looked down at him with mixed feelings, but silently pulled out your phone anyway. "At least I have evidence of your crimes now," you hummed while snapping a few photos. Once that was taken care of, you bent down and shook his shoulder. He felt surprisingly hot. 
He mumbled and rolled onto his side, disturbing his shrine. His blue eyes were clouded as he roughly pushed his messy bangs back. He sucked in a breath before giving you a tired smile. "Oh, Angel? G'morning," he yawned. As he sat up and stretched, he looked down at the clothes and stuffed animals strewn across his sheets. It took a moment for his eyes to widen a fraction, as if he wasn't quite sure he was awake yet. "Shit. I can explain."
You ignored him and grabbed both his cheeks, worriedly studying his face. He immediately drifted into careful silence at your touch, eyelids fluttering closed. His skin felt like it was on fire. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. And despite just waking up from what must've been a coma, he looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes far worse than usual.
A frown pulled at your lips. "You're sick."
"I was going to wash them," your tired boyfriend mumbled in a hazy voice, his head falling forward slightly. "The scent just helps me sleep—"
"I'm not talking about my clothes, you thief. You have a fever,” you emphasized and pulled away, standing back up. He whined in disapproval, leaning forward to follow your retreating hands. You held still so he’d calm down before continuing, “Do you have any medicine here? I’ll have to go to the pharmacy if not.” 
“I don’t think so. ‘Can go with you.” He weakly tugged you close and pressed his head against your stomach.
“No.”
You felt him groan into your shirt, “I’ll wait in the car.”
“You can wait in your bed.”
“Angel, please. Y'hurting me.” He squeezed a little tighter, but you knew it’d be much easier than normal to get out of his grip.
Even so, you relented with a fake sigh. Letting him have his way at the moment would hopefully make him more agreeable later. “I can just get it delivered. Scoot over,” you demanded and gently nudged him. He excitedly moved away to make room as you crawled onto the covers. You made a point of gathering all your clothes into a pile at one corner of the bed. They’d have to be dealt with later. “Since you’re sick, I won’t take these back just yet.”
[REDACTED] innocently smiled—without even a hint of shame—but didn’t say a word. Instead, he draped himself over your lap to relish in his victory. You sat back and scrolled through your phone to place the delivery order. It didn't take long.
“We’ve got 20 minutes. Can you try to be a bit more reasonable by then?” you asked and dropped your phone to the side. You busied yourself with his hair, threading through the dark strands as he closed his eyes.
He barely mumbled a ‘hmm’ in response, much too content with your fingers massaging his scalp. Unfortunately for his immune system (and your legs), he had no intentions of getting out of your lap.
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oh-gh0st · 1 year
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going back to my 2016 roots
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raymoo--hackery · 2 months
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THE BEAST!!
I might fiddle around more with the colours at some point, but for now (after double checking every little detail a million times) I think she is done :)
Lineart only as well as a list of albums I'd listened to while drawing under the cut
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plz listen to Kiss Kiss btw I love the music so so much <3
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haunted-xander · 1 year
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And this is why Lightning should never be left in charge of children (...or angry teenagers)
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[Redacted] Hanahaki AU
Hunched over the sink, [Redacted’s] body trembled as familiar pain blazed through him, before being overwhelmed by familiar nausea. Familiar tears streamed down his face, as he ducked his head and retched. He seized and writhed as he threw up, vomit and blood pooling in the sink, clinging to skin in a way that made him want to claw it off. 
‘Angel,’ he croaked, voice reverent almost as if he were in prayer. But they couldn’t hear him here. And, even if they could, what could they do? Hold his hair back? ‘They could love me. They could love me like I love them,’ he whispered to the empty room, with its cold, empty countertops.
After being sick a few more times and finally being reasonably certain that he wasn’t going to be again, they peered into the basin below. Although he already knew what to expect, his doctors always advised him to confirm before doing anything else. Sure enough, hidden amongst his filth, stained white petals shone through. 
Despite their beauty, what they symbolised or - rather - who, he couldn’t help but breathe out a pained swear. Almost entire Brugmansia Arborea or angel’s trumpet blooms were coagulated in the sink, baptised in ugly shades of browns and reds. He had tainted them, as he always did. 
He reached up to open the mirrored medicine cabinet but his reflection gave him pause. God, he looked like shit, covered in assorted bodily fluids, eyes haggard and hair ill-kept. He needed a shower, badly. He tranced a hand over the scar on his chest, like it could in any way quell the lingering pain. It never did. 
Especially with how fully formed the flowers were, they might have to crack open his ribs and clear out his lungs again within the year and he’d barely recovered from the previous round of surgery. 
[Redacted] knew how unusually severe their case was. How - no matter how many times they operated on him - they just couldn’t fully eradicate the roots that were so deeply enshrined in his flesh, how it only ever seemed to progress faster each time, how their beautiful petals secreted sweet poison but he would sooner die than give up on his Angel.
His Angel would reciprocate in time. He’d make sure of it.
They opened the cabinet and grabbed a new needle. He checked the packaging for the dosage of physostigmine, as he always did in case it had magically changed in his sleep (it hadn’t), before peeling the needle open and filling it. Finally, with ill-deserved tenderness, he lined the needle up with his arm and gritted his teeth. 
This part always hurt. 
@14dayswithyou because I think I saw somewhere where they said they like being @ ed but I can remove it if that’s what they’d prefer
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yanbantan · 11 months
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Time I finally get off my ass and actually post something here lmaooo
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wiirocku · 1 year
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John 14:3 (KJV) - And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
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fuck-kirk · 1 month
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I feel like my main beef with the Danny Phantom fandom is that they’re always torturing Danny when Vlad is RIGHT THERE
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hulloitsdani · 2 days
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Hey so guess who did some Kiran expression work a while back and entirely forgot to post it
Welp better late than never. I would not consider this my gospel expression guide for them, but it was an important experiment in further understanding their face.
The format is wholehearted ripped from kitsuneisi's cuteguy and hotguy expression sheets. I will not directly tag out of the fear of being perceived, but please check out all of their lovely work. It's downright gorgeous.
Also here is a pupiled Kiran. As a treat.
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skelegenie · 14 days
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Realising I wanna be so th1n I lose what little b0obs & h1ps/@$s I have is honestly the first step I've made on the road to realising I may not be cisgender
I can never tell my extremely conservative parents, unfortunately they are in control of pretty much every aspect of my life as I am unemployed. When I move out I get to say a big "fuck you" and hopefully create the apartment of my dreams with a majority of the decor being that which can only be described as an epileptic's nightmare (see below)
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And I shall dress like this:
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And I shall be very happy indeed.
It's they/them from now on, guys. To see if I like it. Thanks ♡
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magnusbae · 2 years
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Cat Morpheus didn’t actually exist, nor was he ever planned to exist. Not until one day, a thousand tumblr users had dreamed of their little meow meow. Now the world is as it always was meant to be, with the mopiest cat boy ever in it. 
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