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hazel2468 · 1 year
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So uh.... Anyone want some JaSka because I am. Fucking. FERAL FOR THEM
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caeslxys · 13 days
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“i will not let you go”/“what if i’m holding you back?”
yes i’m late on this one. woops
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clownsuu · 10 months
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Art block fucking sucks so
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Poppet got pastries for the gamers :]
Hope you feel better my gamer🏵️🥄🥄
aWEE look at thembs ;;;
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nosfelixculpa · 8 months
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Do Hana & So Mun THE UNCANNY COUNTER S2: COUNTER PUNCH (2023)
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mehoymalloy · 9 months
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Yours, Mine, Ours (Critical Role)
An Imogen Temult/Otohan Thull one-shot set in the Let Me/Won't You universe.
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Link embedded in title :)
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puppyeared · 2 years
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Based on this
@poicyss
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circuslollipop · 2 years
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crying sobbing etc!!!!
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voerman · 6 months
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this image tickles me. why do they look three different flavours of stoned??
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nanaminty · 2 years
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currently the imaginary AMV i cannot make that lives rent free inside my head is "give it back" but with sashisu
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i love themb
“So…what’s your sister like?” “Annoying.”Legend blurts out, then frowns. “Sometimes she’s annoying, anyways. Especially when it comes to our age—she insists that two minutes is basically like a whole year, and won’t listen when I tell her that we’re the exact same age so it doesn’t matter anyways.” “All siblings are annoying,”Wind shrugs. Legend nods. “Yeah. She isn’t all bad though. When I…When I lost my leg, she spent days in her room making my prosthetic. I never asked her to, she just wanted to.” “Oh. Really? Impressive.” “Right? She learned how everything worked just so I could have two legs again. She won’t let me thank her for it, and it’s been like…three years.” “What else about her?” “Mhh..”Legend tilts his head to think about it. Wind just feels happy that Legend’s indulging his questions. “She’s stubborn. Short-tempered. Once, someone looked at me the wrong way and she got so mad about it. Almost killed the guy.” “Oh so it runs in your family, then. Being short-tempered and stubborn?” “I will hit you.” “See!” Legend groans. Long, loud and pained. Wind just smiles. “Her heart is in the right place. She’s just too bitter, so sometimes it clouds her judgement. Our parents abandoned us with a pretty heavy burden, after all. She’s got every right to be pissed about it.”
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beansprean · 2 years
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Themb…
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ID: colored doodle dump of Nandor and Guillermo being gross together on respective red, pink, and periwinkle backgrounds. 1. Close up of Guillermo with some unidentified spatters of blood on his cheek, wincing with red cheeks as Nandor grips his jaw tightly in one large hand and turns his face to the side to lick a long line across his cheekbone, lapping up the blood. Guillermo’s glasses have been pushed crooked and his cheeks squished up as he tries to glare at Nandor. 2. Guillermo, fully dressed in chinos and a waistcoat, has Nandor on his back and is kneeling between his legs, grinning confidently as he hoists one long booted leg over his arm. Nandor, having lost a few upper layers and is now only in his boots, trousers, and cream undershirt that is half unbuttoned and drooping off one shoulder, sits halfway up on his elbows, looking a bit flustered with deep blue cheeks as he avoids Guillermo’s gaze. He frowns, attempting to retain some dignity as he declares, “I am letting you be in charge just this once, Guillermo! Because I am a very… kind… and generous…master…” he trails off, bashful. 3a. Nandor on his knees in front of Guillermo, who has his back to the viewer; both are fully clothed. Guillermo has a stake half-raised in his right hand, which Nandor has placed his own hand on as he looks up at Guillermo with serious puppy eyes. 3b. Guillermo drops the stake and laces their fingers together, his other hand coming up to cup Nandor’s cheek. Nandor leans into the contact, eyes closing, and a little heart drifts up by Guillermo’s face. /end ID
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clownsuu · 8 months
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I finally have some free time to draw sketches and tell you about my headcannons with (young) Harvey and Dr. Stone!! 💥💥
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The first headcanon: Harvey really likes to touch Stone's funny sticking-out hair with his antennae (I have no idea what to call it lol). OF COURSE, Dr. Stone gets angry, and Harvey just giggles and watches him—
The second headcanon: I thought it would be funny if Dr. Stone had (and maybe still has) a secret hobby of collecting minerals and stones. it's pretty funny that a sullen and angry dude collects and examines all sorts of stones, and then writes something in his book, muttering something under his nose. if Harvey somehow found out about his husband's hobby, he could throw him beautiful stones while he was going somewhere.
The third headcanon: Harvey loves hugging Dr. Stone very much, when he does this, this old fart immediately starts to get angry and swear, but after 15-20 minutes calms down and falls asleep. maybe Harvey does this on purpose so that his husband at least sometimes gets a full sleep
(not) Old people,,,,
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hydrabb · 11 days
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The witch looks so spooky I just want to hug themb ❤️
Hugging, warmth of the bones, the beating of the heart
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labrdorite · 4 months
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ambrose concept sketch round two <3
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they look like those stereotypical rich people that someone would use in a wattpad fanfic & i’m NOT mad abt it. ANYWAYS— hi i gave them a new outfit & i have some new lore for themb <3
they’re p reclusive actually. like they’re name is v well known among IPC members, but no one’s actually met them. bc they don’t have time for all that (save for like. topaz & their superiors. & ratio of course bc they have to work w him directly)
i said this last time but i think they’re one of the main people who’s involved w the sponsorship w the intelligensia guild (if that ends up being another character i DO NOT CARE this is canon to me) & works v closely w veritas since he’s their delegate.
despite ambratio being moon & stars they do NOT get off to a good start oh my goodness. (ambrose didn’t know who he was and tried to shoot him /hj) they do have that kinda “oooo you hate me so bad” but ratio is quite literally just a sugar baby at this point (it’s a joke but also not. ambrose will drop EVERY CENT for this man. to mess with him ofc haha they don’t care…. maybe.)
i just love this v elegant design & then this mf pulls out a gun. sorry it just makes me giggle (mayhaps would have one of those scenes where they shoot away someone’s weapon. gotta protect their mans ig 🤷)
also they’re a nihility, and idk their element yet but their are DEF a debuffer (they synergise hella well w ratio bc i say so)
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puppyeared · 1 year
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idk if u have seen them, but i did some art of ur ocs! :] hope you like it
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OUFGSGCB…. THEYRESO CUTE OMG TYTTY WAAA
Here is a little something. As a treat ^^
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21 + 63?
what's better than one cold? TWO COLDS. thank you for sending!! hope you enjoy this Greyson and Elijah ficlet. 700ish words under the cut.
also!!! if you've sent in a prompt, thank you so much - there are a few more than i was expecting, so i'll be working on them this week and posting sporadically. i will get to yours if you sent one in, promise!!
The worst thing about summers in the restaurant wasn’t the heat; it wasn’t the fact that the walk-in went down once a week as a rule; it wasn’t even the fact that half the staff decided they just didn’t work from May til August. No, the worst thing about the summers was the complete inconsistency.
Greyson wiped flop-sweat from his forehead and swore in relief as he stabbed the final ticket of the evening. It was the week of fourth of July, a historically slow one for them, but for some ungodly reason this year it had been absolutely slammed every night. He and Elijah had both given their counterparts the week off for vacation, thinking they’d be standing around with their thumbs up their asses; instead, the two of them had panted their way through the past three evenings, wondering how the hell they were going to get through the next three.
It was bad enough that they were down two guys and unusually busy; to add insult to injury they had both walked in that morning prepared to deliver more bad news to one another.
Elijah was already seated at his computer when Greyson slogged through the kitchen towards the office, coughing into his elbow all the way. Nothing was worse than a summer cold, he’d decided on the train ride here. At least in the winter you could burrow under blankets, drink tea, eat soup… summer essentially told you to shove all those ideas up your ass and just sweat and sneeze til you keeled over.
“Liiiij,” Greyson moaned, tossing his backpack on the ground and collapsing into his chair. Elijah was turned towards the wall, digging through a drawer on his side of the desk, seemingly unfazed by Greyson’s theatrics. “Lij, I’m -”
“HGTSHHH-ue! HTSHHH-ue!” Elijah folded over the open drawer, arms over his face as two sneezes wrenched out of him. He sniffled, sat up and turned to face Greyson, whose heart dropped when he saw his boss’s face.
“Oh, fuck,” Elijah rasped before Greyson could say anything. “You’re shiverigg.” Greyson wrapped his arms around himself and shook his head.
“Ndo I’m ndot,” he said, congestion seeping into his voice. He tried sniffing it back while Elijah grabbed a tissue from the box between them. “You sound like absolute hell.”
“Mmm. Right back at ya,” Elijah said from behind the tissue. Greyson rolled his eyes.
“I’m ndot sick,” he said, an attempt to keep from stressing the GM out even further. Elijah just raised an eyebrow and tossed the tissue in the overflowing trashcan.
“We really gonna play that gambe?” Elijah asked, coughing into his fist. “Personally, I don’t have the energy for it.”
“I – HNGSTHH-ue!” Greyson twisted into his elbow to haphazardly cover a sudden sneeze, prompting a dark laugh from his boss. “Finde,” Greyson said, clearing his throat and wiping his nose on his jacket sleeve. “Fuck. The timing is ndearly poetic.”
Elijah hummed in agreement, and the two of them sat in exhausted silence – punctuated only by sniffles and coughs – until the hostess rapped on the open door. She winced when both men turned sluggishly towards her.
“Um,” the hostess said, “Elijah, there’s a concierge from the Plaza on the phone. She’s wondering if we have room for a twelve-top tonight, all high-level executives. I know we’re pretty busy already, but…” she trailed off as Greyson groaned and Elijah coughed towards the wall.
“Go ahead and put her through to the office phonde,” Elijah said, attempting to clear his throat. “I’ll find a place for themb.”
The hostess brightened and nodded. “Will do,” she said, breezing out of the kitchen. Greyson turned to Elijah, his look one of pure exhaustion.
“This is so fucked,” he moaned. “God, fuck, I dond’t have timbe for this fuckigg -”
“GTSHHZH-ue!” Elijah cut him off with a massive sneeze and a volley of coughs caught in his sleeve. “This fuckigg cold,” he finished for the chef, each man giving the other a watery, tired smirk. The phone rang then, and Greyson stood to put his chef’s coat on while Elijah blew his nose in vain.
“Let’s get this bag, or what-the-fuck ever,” Greyson mumbled, heading towards the prep table. Elijah managed another wheezing laugh before he picked up the phone and spoke as clearly as he was able.
“Thandk you for holding. This is Elijah, how mbay I assist you?”
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