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aulerean · 1 month
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gem's angler fish? pretty cool.
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capn-o-my-soul · 6 months
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okie i made an art but there is some context to it
so my sister was studying in the haunted theology building on her college campus because it was open and it had rooms to study in . and since it is a theology building lots of people who like catholicism go in there. so my sister finishes working on her paper or whatever and it's like 2 am and she sees a piece of paper in the hallway that says "what is your favorite saint?" with a bunch of names of catholic saints that people like that they put on there. so my sister (an atheist) makes up a fake saint name (st. chadwick the bold) and writes it on the paper.
however, since it was darkish and lateish she accidentally wrote "bold" in a way that it could be misinterpreted as "bald"
now the next day she's having a movie night with friends and tells them about it and one of them draws a very reverent, very bald monk-saint on a whiteboard . and then they make a prayer to st. chadwick the b[o/a]ld
and then when she told me about it this weekend i thought i could use it as a chance for calligraphy / gothic graphic design practice so i made this
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behold
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canisalbus · 2 months
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Currently suffering an ear infection and all I can think is how you said Vasco is prone to them. Does he get miserable and exhausted from the pain or is he more the type to get short tempered and cranky?
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azul-marie · 7 months
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leon. (dolor)
fem. reader. angst with comfort. mentions of trauma.
he stands at the bedroom doorway, brows tight and tense the way they get when he’s lost in twilight thoughts.
he doesn’t walk in. he doesn’t quite look at you. just stares at the visage of you sitting up in bed, curled up under blankets and clean duvets, cuddled into dovefeather pillows. scrolling through your device, observing whatever it is you’re talking to him about lately. that show, that book you’re into. maybe some hobby you’re getting better at.
leon, for a good long while, stares into the mundane of the room.
you don’t say anything. you don’t insist, or inquire, or shoo away. you know this is how he gets sometimes. you know it’s because of everything that’s happened. everything, everywhere, everyone that resides behind those sky blue eyes, hollow and sunken, deciding to visit him every now and then, even on good days like today. even on days when earlier he’d looked at you like a man falling in love for the very first time, all over again, whose handsome face twinkled with mirth and stars and the kind of youth he may have once had when he was a boy.
leon stares. strong, safe body frozen at the door. tousled hair. roaming eyes. if you look closely enough, you may be able to see the growing desperation to ground himself. to ground his mind, at once racing with repressed memories but blank with numbness and nothing. there’s so much. so much yet so little he can manage to think out, to put into concept, perception.
it must show. it must because you finally lift your head up and force his eyes on yours, and you’re so sweet and beatific and good he wonders why you’re even here, when did you get here? between the blood and bites and flesh and bones and mama and dad and the city and spain and luis and jack when did you show up? when was it decided that you’d love him and stay? after everything he did, after everything he didn’t, why was it you chose him?
something burns down the sides of his face. one by one by one something burns after the other, but he doesn’t move. doesn’t make a sound. he just stares, stares and hopes you don’t notice it’s a bad one this time, hopes you notice he wants to talk now, he does, but he can’t, he can’t because nothing is coming out and his mouth is open but he can’t he can’t—
“sit with me, sweetie. keep me company.”
you pat the space beside you. the normal, cheery way you do. if he looks too close, he’ll see the calm look of worry you wear. but he doesn’t, because he might start hiding everything away again if he realizes the state he’s in. reminds himself it’s okay though. it’s okay, because it’s you, no one else, no one to hide from like so many times before.
leon finally moves. he watches himself from somewhere high up above the ceiling, climbing into the place you directed him to. he’s shaking. he looks a mess. but the feel of cool sheets and soft pillows brings him back just enough. enough to catch his breath, to try to organize a racing mind.
your hand sticks out. not too close, not too far. a noncommittal invitation. i’m here. it says to him. i’m here if you want. only if you want.
leon curls himself into your lap, taking the both of you by surprise.
the back of his head presses into your stomach. his nose pokes the soft of your thigh. his hair falls over his tear-striped face, shoulders trembling with silent sorrow. his hand frantically searches for something up above.
it lands on yours. without a word, he sets it over the hairs of his head, and silently motions for you to pet him.
“please.” is all he says.
you listen.
teardrops cascade down the expanse of your skin, each one a memory unspoken. uselessly do his hands cup his cheeks to catch them before they bloom, before he remembers the reason behind their fall. they will not stop. his silence becomes that of weeping whimpers, low, deep, from the cavity of his chest.
your fingers are featherlight across his scalp, a cautious touch in the wave of emotion. you say nothing only because you know he needs this, the physicality of affection, for words and sentiment are lost on deep dark hurt, unable to comfort like the caresses from a lover.
the two of you stay like this, for a long while. waiting for the tide to change, the storm to pass. until his tears lessen into saltskin, until he blinks fog away from damp lashes and loose strays of hair. you pull strands away from his rosy, tear stained cheeks to tuck them behind his ear. you run a gentle hand down his jaw, to the aching bob of his throat.
“my love, my boy.” you say softly. “you’re everything to me. nothing will change that. it’s been so hard for so long, i know. you’ve been strong all this time, leon.”
“what if i can’t do it? what if it’s not enough for you?”
“you’re more than enough, lee. you’ve been trying your best, don’t forget that in these moments. you’re home and life to me, always. love, darling, would i lie to you?”
his answer is immediate. “never.”
and he takes comfort in the pressing of your lips to the shell of his ear, the curve of cheeks and tissue scarred by the past. eyes shut tight, basking in the waves of gradual calm over him, keeping back the dark for the time being.
but he knows there’s too much to heal with simple kisses or honeyed words. plenty things he can’t bring himself to speak aloud with you. perhaps that’s where he’ll start, find somewhere to go, someone qualified to talk to. take the load off his back, and keep from worrying you, too.
he entwines your fingers together. brings them up for a kiss to your knuckles. “i love you. i’d do anything for you. anything.” hoarse his voice may be, he speaks strongly, clearly to emit his conviction. leon presses kiss after kiss across your fingertips, heart caught in his throat by how gently you cradle him into your bosom.
the warmth of your love lulls his fatigue into a dreamless sleep; his last thought is full of you and you alone.
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7roaches · 7 months
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busy avoiding spoilers AGAIN if they dont kiss nasty whats the point + bonus doodle under the cut
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also the quality got really fucked click to see it crispy
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karamazovanon · 8 months
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rip rodya you would've loved american psycho
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mugmegan · 3 months
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Dyeing Power's hair so they look like siblings to hide her identity.
This is for the latest chapter of the Devour You Whole series by @mistystarshine
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book accurate bite wound placement okay!!
[I.D. A drawing of Carmilla and Laura from Carmilla (1872). They are laying down and Carmilla is touching a bite wound on Laura’s breast. Laura is naked and Carmilla is in a victorian nightgown. Both have their hair in ringlets. Carmilla has blood dripping out of her mouth. The left side of their bodies fades into deep red shadow. End I.D.]
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hotasfahrenheit · 5 months
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I'm worried about you, First.
[Twins, episode 5]
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slayerchick303 · 7 months
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Remember that Hank Green had cancer while giving us this, everyone.
While filming moments that made us laugh, gasp in surprise, and cry, he probably felt really unwell. It's possible that he didn't even know his diagnosis at that point, and he was only experiencing symptoms.
Thankfully, he didn't roll a nat 2 (as he put it), and he is in complete remission now. All of it makes me appreciate the joy he brought us this season more.
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lildolldreams · 1 month
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so i heard that men are more likely to target cars that are clearly owned by women and now im so happy about my hello kitty plushie collection in my back window! and my plush pink seat covers!!!! and my glittery pink stickers on my dashboard!!! i hope some mean men notice me soon🥺💕
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pirateboy · 10 days
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anyways a good personal thing to share now: I got top surgery last week!!?!?!!! insane cos I went in to the hospital for a breast reduction and like. a few hours before the surgery the doctor without me saying anything said she could gimme top surgery instead. um yes pls so epic based???
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knight-engale · 7 months
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"Good morning, my love. How'd you sleep? Oh, me? I slept wonderfully. I had you with me, after all."
Sometimes we have to give up practicality (blackout curtains) for aesthetic (interesting lighting)
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sparring-spirals · 2 years
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Bell's Hells, A Summary: Well, We're Pretty In Touch With Our Emotions, But Oh Boy, We're Not Very Good At Handling Them Once We Touch Them.
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gummyysharkz · 3 months
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hello to my 200 biggest fans !!!!! i broke my phone n cant properly draw anything rn but thanks u guys for following my awesome blog . it makes me feel pretty awesome ^_^
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front-facing-pokemon · 3 months
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rowlet nose rating 8/10. Volume = 4/3πr³ type creature
IT REALLY IS just a sphere it's great. it's wonderful. idk why i was so negative in the tags. probably bc i knew what was about to come for me in gen 7
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nose rater i am so sorry to inform you but
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i'm surprised you didn't run out a looooong while ago
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YEAH shoutouts to that one anon a billion years ago who killed me like 39487293 times about it. popplio is epic and i will not hear otherwise. here's a li'l sneak peek:
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didn't something similar but in reverse happen with lucario in rescue team? or something like that. i vaguely remember there being A Lucario in rescue team despite the fact that rescue team was a gen 3 game. i'm not gonna look it up though
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