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mirai-desu · 1 year
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Eliza and William Moments » Series 3, Episode 6
“Tell him how you proposed, dearest.” “Well, he doesn't want to hear that.” “Of course he does! It was so romantic.” “Well... I um, got down on one knee and, uh, asked her to marry me... and she said yes.” “You make it sound so prosaic!” “Tell the whole story, every detail. Including the doves.” [...] “Well... we were in Regent's Park, by the boating lake. My fiancée had made a sumptuous picnic -- she really is the most wonderful cook. I uh, laid our blanket under a cherry tree. The blossom was in full bloom and, uh... yeah, there were two white doves nestling in the branches above. I realized I couldn't wish for a more perfect moment, so, I took her hand and told her how she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and whatever else I was unsure of in my life, the one thing that I knew was that we were meant to be together.” “... I never knew you were so romantic.” “Apparently so.”
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I find the fact that Abby drew the non scooped version of Mike in her art of Him and his siblings... I don't know why that just feels really nice
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Yes! In the drawing Abby drew all three as they looked before the events in FNAF, Consider it like the future they all wanted
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daeyumi · 3 months
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✨👁️ [And was Echoed Below] 🩸✨
[Cycle of the Stars au]
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wardingshout · 6 months
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Travelling for Day 4 of SpeSilverWeek! going to Mt. Silver to visit "the extended family"...
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pleucas · 11 months
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irresponsible illegal getaway drive
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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Good Morning, World.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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zivazivc · 5 months
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this came to me in a dream
Floyd's emo ass and a techno troll could make scene kids...! Do you see my vision??? . . . Ravin is Happy Hardcore and Eddy M is Synth-Pop, that's how troll genetics work, right?
anyway...
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i don't think floyd leads a proud life
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violet-witch-6 · 10 months
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Gonna be real, my first time watching THAT scene I honestly wasn’t sure how they were ever gonna patch things up because I can’t even imagine the pain of standing in Crowley’s place after 6,000 years of loving someone in silence, trying to show them who you are at every opportunity, painstakingly chipping away at the delusion they’ve bought into since the beginning (more than you ever did) in order to show them the truth—to show them who you are (who the two of you could be together) —and then just as you’ve finally worked up the courage to lay it all out there and toss the dice hoping (with what, for the first time, you’re starting to believe are less than doomed odds) that they’ll love you back and that it will be enough—only for all of it to be dragged out from under you because they look you in the eye and all but tell you that they never understood you at all. They weren’t listening. And, sure they want what you want (to be together), they love you back (still unspoken but legible in the way they glow at the thought that they might still save you) (as if you need saving) (as if you’d want it)—but not as you are. They think the change they ask of you would be received as a grace and the betrayal of that is gut wrenching in a way that no flat out rejection could be, I think. If I were Crowley, I can’t imagine how I’d come back from that.
But then I watched the scene again. The moments after that betrayal. Once Crowley’s put his glasses back on, raised his defenses and sounded the retreat. I wondered, watching the scene again, how it could ever reach the point where the kiss made sense when they were already so torn apart. But the thing is that no matter how wrong Aziraphale was to want things to go back to the “way they were”, everything that led him to that conclusion comes from the thing Crowley loves most about him: his goodness. Aziraphale is good in a way that heaven is not, and Crowley knows that, but Aziraphale still hasn’t learned that lesson. He wants so desperately still to believe in god and heaven and the ineffable plan and even though it’s that desire that’s led him to hurt Crowley, I don’t think Crowley can completely begrudge him. By the time Crowley’s walking out of the book shop, the betrayal has already faded—not gone, but less than when compared to his sadness for Aziraphale and what his angel is going to go through when heaven lets him down (again)—assuming that it doesn’t just break him.
And the kiss—that fucking kiss (be still my beating heart)—that was Crowley planting a seed. “I know better than you do” he says and he does because Crowley has always been more honest with himself than Mr. “Master class in self delusion” A. Z. Fell. Aziraphale is about to be more alone and more lost than he has been in 6,000 years, so Crowley needed to make 100% clear to him where solid ground was. Aziraphale won’t be able to rationalize this away or hide behind propriety because it can only mean one thing and that is that he is in love with a demon whose on his own side with no interest in ever rejoining the heavenly host because heaven is not the epitome of goodness or love that he so desperately wants to believe it is. It’s not even capable of being that—no matter how hard Aziraphale tries to bend it back into what he thinks is it’s natural shape (because isn’t that what he wants so desperately to do as chief archangel? To make heaven the place he’s always thought it was?). Crowley really said “whatever you do next, do it knowing I love you”. He said “I’m done letting you ignore this.” And I get it. Cards on the table means cards on the table. No more half measures no more dancing around it—any of it. If Aziraphale wants to walk into the belly of the beast, then the least Crowley can do is make sure he’s doing it with his eyes wide open.
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mementomoriartblog · 1 year
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I finally draw fanart for the Cass Apocolypse AU and it’s meme content 🥤🐢
@somerandomdudelmao the conversations everyone will have when Casey gets back to the lair are gonna be GREAT 👍
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artiststarme · 22 days
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Steve couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a proper night’s rest. It had to have been before Vecna started haunting people’s dreams that made the entire Party afraid to close their eyes. Before Max fell into a painful coma and Eddie succumbed to bat bites in the Upside Down. Maybe prior to Spring Break completely, before the Russians under Starcourt and the demodogs and demogorgons. Maybe before his parents became too disappointed in him, before they started punctuating their disgust in him with well-aimed fists. Perhaps he’d never had a restful sleep at all, he couldn’t remember anymore.
But ever since his eyes had landed on the bloody form of his new friend surrounded by carcasses in the desolate trailer park, he couldn’t sleep a wink. Whenever he tried to rest, he imagined the pain Eddie must have gone through (he knew how those teeth felt as they gnawed through thick layers of flesh). He thought of how they had been forced to leave his body down there to rot, how alone Eddie must have been in his final moments. He could vividly picture Eddie’s last breath and gurgling pain every night in his nightmares. Steve would snap awake every night, gasping for air and jumping at shadows.
For weeks, he isolated himself. He only went to work and back and even that was taken away from him once he dozed off at the counter on one of his shifts with Keith. Without Robin there to gently wake him up and cover for him, he lost his job then and there. Without anything to drag him out of the house, he began spending every minute cowering from his own thoughts. He couldn’t sleep at night and he would hallucinate during the day. He’d see shadow figures in the corner of his eye, hear distorted screeches and screams of pain. On the bad days, he’d even hear Eddie’s voice amidst the chaos.
Steve thought he’d lost his mind.
After so many years of dealing with the impossible, the craziness had caught up with him and poisoned his mind. Or maybe Vecna had finally caught by up to him. Had he finally decided to stop targeting teens in high school to move onto more traumatized targets (i.e., Steve)? Unfortunately, he couldn’t find it in himself to care either way.
He never expected his new turned dead friend to shake his shoulder gently to wake him up from a nightmare. Steve jerked awake to find soft brown eyes staring at him in concern.
His reaction was completely valid. He screamed his head off.
Steve screamed and cried as the Hallucination Eddie’s eyes widened in fear before frantic shushing and spastic hand waving began.
“Shh! Harrington, Jesus H. Christ, calm down. Holy shit, I thought you’d be the calm one. Calm down, please god.”
When his throat finally lost its ability to scream, he took a good look at Eddie. His eyes were dull, shadows bruised his face, and his skin was far paler than Steve had ever seen. New scars marred his cheek and lower jaw right where the bats had gnawed.
Was… was he really here?
“Eddie?”
The man in question beamed in response, “I see we’re on a first name basis now, Stevie. If I knew this was all I had to do, I would’ve almost died a long time ago!”
Steve threw himself forward into Eddie’s arms and ignored both his own aches and pains and Eddie’s oomph of surprise.
“You’re not going to be here in the morning, are you?” Steve whispered into the crook of his neck.
Eddie’s shaky hand latched onto Steve’s shoulder to deepen the hug. “Hell Steve, I’ll never leave you again if you’ll have me.”
Steve fell asleep in Eddie’s arms and when he woke up, he was curled against the warmth of his chest with a cold towel on his forehead. It hadn’t been a dream after all. Eddie had saved himself and had come to Steve’s. From that day forward, Steve had Eddie. He made the days meaningful and the nights restful, just as they always should have been.
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ruporas · 1 year
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i’ll find you again in every universe. let us be a little more honest, let us have a little more time.
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#despite it all though badlands rumble is like. the only universe where we get wolfwood thinking vash died first... and i think that means a#lot to their relationship and how it may bloom if there was more to badlands rumble considering vash literally saw wolfwood carrying a piece#of vash after his supposed death. u know! despite the short time they were together vash still meant so much to wolfwood that he couldn't#just move on or forget him in anyway. needed to keep a piece of him for himself and the rest of his days. but ofc vash lives and wolfwood#was like ill beat ur fucking ass into tomorrow. there's just so much honesty in vash being able to see that gesture bc he wouldnt know#otherwise just how much he might mean to him. ANYWAY. trimax with with the eternal pining featuring the two chapters where imo#where the both of them really fell for each other... i wrote my thoughts about this on another comic i did before#but vash solidifying his feelings during the hospital arc -- ww solidifies his when he realizes his allegiances are permanently with vash#98 my lovelies but also to me they are so one-sided bc ww pined like no tomorrow and vash only realizes after ep 23?24? his heart did tickle#whenever ww complimented his smile though#and tristamp vw my beloveds. it really just feels like they get the  chance to be closer and closer and more honest with each other#with every version that comes about. in trimax they knew how little time they had but struggled so desperately to get closer. in 98 ww felt#more willing to forsake for vash. in badlands rumble theyre Angry but as mentioned earlier ^ more blatant truth... due to circumstances#mainly but has the chance to lead to discussions and tristamp literally. first day of knowing each other ww saves vash - 2 days later vash#saves ww like. Man. AND NOW THEY MAY POTENTIALLY GET EVEN CLOSER!!!! with s2....#ruporas art
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desomniis · 1 month
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Pre-wedding photoshoot for their very gay, Ferrari-themed, wedding
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beebfreeb · 25 days
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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
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ingravinoveritas · 8 months
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Michael and David are "so strong and so real and true." This is fine. I'm fine...
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brookbee · 2 years
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is this too niche
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jjunieworld · 25 days
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ˋ🧾 ‎⸝⸝⸝ nobody else!
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nsfw, minors dni. [ fem!reader, stylist!reader, bondage in a way, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous jealous yeonjun, possessiveness ]
thinking of how jealous yeonjun would be after you helped wrap the white lace around his neck, chest, and stomach… moving onto the rest of members as a stylist does… how much he would be seething watching you wrap thick lace at beomgyu and taehyun’s back and how he would have to go on stage after pretending like nothing happened.
jjun… what the hell? you ask him and push him away from you slightly as you stare into his eyes, black smokey eyeshadow darkening them. what has gotten into you? anyone could’ve saw us!
i don’t care, he gruffly responds and his lips are then on yours. he pins your hands above your head against the door and you whimper slightly when you feel his hard-on press into your thigh. you push back more, and it only seems to make him seethe more. seriously… you sternly say.
i don’t like when you touch anyone other than me… he trails off, there’s a sweet pout on his lips as he moves the two of you back to the couch in the room. you smirk up at him, so he’s jealous… playing off his jealously, you trail your fingertips down his bare chest, like this? can you imagine my hands caressing someone else? one of your members?
yeonjun starts to untie the lace from his body, taking a step backwards as he does it and glares at you. fine… if you can’t keep your hands to yourself then i’ll tie them up so you won’t be able to touch anyone at all, he says lowly and tightly grabs your wrists. he ties the lace tightly around your hands behind your back. you look up at him, a slight grin playing on your lips. they hold pretty well, but it wouldn’t be hard to get out of them.
you look back down to yeonjun to see he’s unbuttoning his pants to free his hard cock. it springs up in front of your face and he leans down to pull your panties down from underneath the dress you were wearing. you really start to regret your taunting as a moan escapes you once he starts to push into your slick entrance. you desperately needed to touch him.
he began to roughly push in and out of you, lips on yours as he pushed your knees towards your chest. p-please untie me, you beg through your small whines against his mouth, need to touch you… his lips move down your neck, should’ve thought about that earlier.
you clench around him until your dripping creamy cum all over his cock. the loud moans are no doubt giving away what the two of you are doing if anyone were to walk past the door of the room, but you couldn’t care less right now. all you cared about was how much you needed more. more of him. but the only thing you can do is grip the lace around your hands.
yeonjun’s face is buried in your neck, breath fanning across your collarbone as he fucks into you more. do y-you want them to fuck you like this too? he breaths out harshly. fill your pretty pussy up even more with their cum? he asks you as his pace starts to slow. you whimper out something incoherent as you shake your head. good, he says and kisses you sweetly, this pussy belongs to me. got it? you nod just as he releases inside you, filling you up even more just like he said. he pulls out and weakly reaches behind you to untie your hands, which falls limply at your sides. he gives you one of his signature smiles, anger suddenly gone, and presses a kiss your lips as he looks around for something to clean the both of you up.
you ruined your stage outfit, you pout at him as he wipes between your legs. without even looking up, he replies, you can just make me another one. he then cheekily smiles. you smack him on your shoulder and roll your eyes at his now cum-stained pants.
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