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little-pup-pip · 2 days
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HIII!!can you do a frog board the age 3-5 with stuffies,blankies and deco paci or non-deco
Definitely!!
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rustingcat · 2 days
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Who knew my first smut drawing would be a space log update...
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segasys · 5 months
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Ramune :]
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(oops image is kinda big)
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I couldn’t decide which one was best, I’m just a sucker for blue->purple->pink blend hue whatever you want to call it
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occudo · 6 months
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Don't mind me, just making a fake cover for one of my favorite fic of all time
For those who got introduced to the timgerry ship because of my fanarts-I see you in the tags, you are welcome- let me show you who got me there: @ml-nolan or The_KickIt_Domain and their amazing fic: Hiding in Plain Sight (It is rated explicit, I warned you) It's a sequel to another fic, Love and Nonsense which is also very very good, and if I'm already putting links- they turned it into a full novel(!) Love, Lies, and Cryptids So yeah, thank or blame them for my gooftroop fixation if you want.
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deancaskiss · 1 year
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cowboy angel
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zilthewarrior · 1 month
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I'm obsessed with this lil creep, so here are some doodles of him as internet cats 🫠
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arinishi · 10 months
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A little Jekyon art as a celebration gift for this monumental occasion 🥰✨
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folerdetdufoler · 10 months
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forty love
Isak Valtersen is the world’s best male tennis player. Even Bech Næsheim is not. But he’s ranked #32 in the world, which is impressive enough, and he’s Norway’s favorite. Isak understands why: Even has a friendly face, an iconic headband, and the ability to make every journalist laugh in press, even after a brutal loss. He’s a hometown hero who pours his heart out in every match, and embraces the nickname fans have given him: Bechy with the Good Hair. He doesn’t advance very far in tournaments, if he qualifies, but whenever he does they are always matches to watch. Isak is the world’s best tennis player, but the world is watching Even.
After a chance training arrangement at the US Open, Isak is watching Even too. He doesn’t want to get distracted on his way to a world-record win, but it seems like his heart isn’t giving him a choice.
including beautiful art by @evakuality in the last chapter!
part of the 2023 @skambigbang | rated M | 5 chapters, posting on wednesdays
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miscellaneoussmp · 8 months
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Lore sure is something! I'm not sure what to call this, a nightmare, maybe? (Cw/tw: egg death mentions throughout and blood ment):
Tubbo doesn't know how, but he's back in the roulette room. There's no lava in sight, but the black bear? creature thing is in his sight. It takes him a minute too long to realize that the clicking noise behind him is the roulette wheel. It's slowing down. No, no, no nononono. He's powerless. As soon as he reaches toward the wheel, it stops. Distantly, he can hear the popping of lava. He stands frozen in front of the stopped wheel. He can't even tell what number it lands on. There's a blood curdling scream filled with pure agony followed by silence. The bear? creature? thing walks towards him and hands him something. The thing in Tubbo's hand is burnt and warm, and he doesn't want to look. Why was he handed this? It belongs to somebody. It doesn't belong to him. It isn't his.
Roier stumbles through a field of roses. He is cradling something in his arms and close to his chest. The rose thorns nip at his skin and clothes. He can't stop. He needs to continue moving through the rose field. The world around him was silent aside from his own sobs and screams full of pure anguish. The thing in Roier's arms is protected from the thorns as he continues to wonder through the field. He suddenly realizes that what's in his arms is supposed to be warm. It's as cold as ice or stone. Roier doesn't want to look. He doesn't want to see what's in his arms. He doesn't want to look. It is his. It's always been his.
Charlie's diamond sword is covered in blood, and there's a pool of blood underneath him. That's the only sight he can see. The only sound he hears is the sound of the sound of blood dripping of his sword and into the pool underneath him. There wasn't a scream or sobs, although he could feel tears running down his face. The sword is cool in his grip, but the blood is still warm as it soaks into every fiber of his being. He doesn't want to look up from the pool of red. If he does look up, he has to face it. It's his fault. It's was his fault from the start.
Charlie wakes up. He's sitting in the graveyard in front of four specific graves. Tears are running down his face.
Roier wakes up. He's standing on the edge of the castle garden balcony. A scream escapes his throat.
Tubbo wakes up. He's laying curled up in front of the sewer entryway. He thinks he hears screams and cries.
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aifastic · 3 months
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JJBA Phantom Blood in a nutshell fkdljsflkjd
(Based off this vignette:)
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little-pup-pip · 17 hours
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could you make a fem gwen stacy mood board!? blue and pink, and kinda watercolor look like her universe. no paci pls
Definitely!!
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teddy-bear-d · 11 months
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Brrrrrr
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xechoecho88x · 20 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michigan/Ohio (Welcome To The Table) Characters: Ohio (Welcome To The Table), Michigan (Welcome To The Table) Additional Tags: Fluff, just pure fluff, Dorks in Love, Solar Eclipse of 2024 Summary:
Ohio uses the solar eclipse to reflect on what's important to him.
Nothing will stop my space enthusiast Ohio agenda.
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Imagine corruption kink Felix, like seriously imagine how big he’d smile when he realizes he’s your first boyfriend. When you get embarrassed and try to change the subject he quickly cups your face and nuzzles his nose against yours, a light chuckle on his lips as he assures you it’s cute and he’s glad he’s your first love. But it’s way deeper than you think. He’s not just happy, he’s pleased on an instinctual, animalistic level. The first time he kisses you is when you two are playing videogames on his couch. You win and he starts tickling you, leading to his form hovering over yours as both of you realize your position and freeze. Your eyes lock and he can hear a slight *gulp* from you as your eyes flutter shut. His do the same as he leans forward....but then he stops. His eyes open once more, hooded, an inch from your lips as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes still closed, your mouth gently opened as a shaky breath escapes, your cute little fists clutching at the front of his shirt, and...are you trembling a bit? He almost can’t take it, you’re so vulnerable in front of him, you’re putting all of your trust in him as you wait for him because that’s all you can do. You need him, you need him to take the lead, because you’re so innocent and pure that you’ve never even pressed your lips against someone else’s. He’s your first kiss. Or rather...your first kiss is his. It’s only a momentary reflection, but it feels as if he spends his own private eternity in that second, bathing in the perfection of your love for him. As he shuts his eyes and closes the distance, the smile that turns up at the corner of his lips is soft but just a touch wicked.
Request if you’d like a part 2~
(and by part 2 I mean smut oops shhhh)
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iska48s · 2 years
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★ Child of The Stars ★
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For @amisplacedalphabet
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flickerintwilights · 1 year
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Revalink Week 2023, day 2: You can do better than this // Flight Range
Revali crouches low, head half bent over his wings, wild feathers prickling at his eyes. He blinks them open and only sees spots. He closes them again. He has to keep going, he knows, he just needs a breath. He needs his vision.
His breath comes short and harsh, clouding in needle stabs of cold air when he expels it. Everything hurts. He thinks he might’ve lost some feathers from his tail this time.
“You can do better than— this,” he mutters, picturing the feathers scattered over the stone, feeling his bow’s presence a full wingspan away from him. Come on, get up, don’t you dare stop. He fumbles for it, grips it in his wings and holds on tight. A grunt, and he pulls himself to a kneeling position. His wings quiver slightly as they extend once more.
Something makes contact with a wing — warm, careful, almost hesitant. Skin, not feathers. Five fingers. A Hylian hand.
Revali stills, wincing internally at the prick of his muscles. “Link,” he rasps. His voice sounds terrible, he realizes. “You should be resting.”
He feels the fingers shift, shaping signs into his wing. “The village doctor cleared me to walk. It’s not bad.” A pause. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Revali shoots back. “Pace around?”
He doesn’t feel any sign in response, only the growing warmth on his feathers where Link is touching, and he elaborates. “I… let you get hit, you must know that. I wasn’t watching well enough and my Gale was unresponsive.” He scoffs. “Do you not want me to train? You’re the one who had a Lynel arrow stuck through your leg.”
Again, a hesitation.
Revali looks up, blinking back the afterimages dotting his vision. Link is sitting just behind him, one hand on his wing, one hand lying over the wound on his right leg. It’s wrapped with bandages now, but Revali remembers seeing it the first time, a dark shaft protruding through Link’s clothing, part of the curving arrowhead sticking out, glinting cruelly on the sharp edges. The slight discoloration of blood surrounding the breach.
He has never seen Link with a wound like that before. And it was his fault.
He can do better. He has to do better, or—
“Revali.” Link meets Revali’s eyes steadily. “I don’t need you to do that for me.”
“I will,” Revali tells him, matter-of-fact, “and I don’t care what you think. Someone has to save you. You are the Hylian Champion, after all.”
Link almost smiles before he shakes his head vehemently. “Don’t do this,” Link signs, forcefully before his hands pull to an abrupt, screeching stop. It’s a moment until he continues. “Hurting yourself like this. Especially after a battle.”
Instantly, Revali fires back, “So you’d rather yourself get hurt? Forgive me if I don’t like that.”
Link exhales. “This isn’t the only option you have.”
“What else?” He pictures the Flight Range, remembering all the so very many hours he’s spent here, bleeding into days into months into years. He can always do better.
Link removes his hand from Revali’s wing and extends it to him, open. Carefully, he stands up.
Revali stares at it, then looks up at Link. “You… are you actually going to try to walk on that?”
His hand gestures vaguely, annoyed. Revali huffs, and with some reluctance, he takes the hand.
When Link pulls him up, his body is screaming, but Revali doesn’t miss his wince. Automatically, he shifts his weight so Link is half-leaning on him. What a pair they make.
Link lets a brief smile show. “We can talk,” he signs, “I cooked.”
Revali sighs and looks toward the little hut by the Flight Range, the small bright flame flickering in the center. It looks warm.
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