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ilikeit-art · 6 months
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Florida Zoo otters chasing a butterfly.
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sk-lumen · 7 months
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If a guy chases you, he has an agenda. He’s not emotionally invested. Once he gets what he wants or you stop running, he will disappear. Don’t give in to these men.
If a guy pursues you, he is emotionally invested. This is the kind of man that if you run, he'll stop pursuing you. If you walk towards him, he comes towards you too. If you set boundaries, he respects then, because he genuinely cares about your wellbeing.
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Draw your characters like this
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miwachan2 · 1 year
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ECLIPSE BITE
⚠️Warning this mini comic contains: Blood, Mild Assault, and some slight suggestive undertones(?) (all under the "read more")
and its a bit long lol
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Finally drew the Eclipse Bite mini comic, yall welcome uwu
Sunbite mini comic Moonbite mini comic
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soupy-sez · 7 months
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DISTRICT B13 [Banlieue 13] (2004) dir. Pierre Morel
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yeesiine · 1 month
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Life is too short to be chasing any energy or vibe that ain’t mutual.
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romanestuffsposts · 1 year
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Hiii!! Can you write something about little reader running around with her diaper not wanting a change for some stupid reason and daddy!Steve is chasing her until Daddy!Bucky catches her!🥰🤍
Hi there love! 💜
Thank you for the request. I hope you like how i turned it! ❤️
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Warnings : chasing, giggles, playful, cuddles, diaper, pet names, just lots of love and fluffs
Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : You make your daddies chase you because of one little thing
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You were happy to be change, it's an uncomfortable feeling and you just wanted to be done with it quickly. You watch your Papa preparing the things he need to change you while you remove your chlothes. You are waiting for your Papa to finish preparing everything but when you see the color of the diaper you frown
it's green
Not purple
You cross your arms, upset that your Papa bought the wrong diapers. Your Papa turns around and chuckle at your pouty face, he moves the hair who are infront of your face "what's with that pouty face, sweetie ?" He pokes your belly to try to put a smile on your face. You move his finger away as you try to hide your smile.
"what's wrong, sweetness ?" Your Papa asks as he keeps his gaze on the changing table. When he turns around with his sweet smile, you frown and cross your arms once again "what is it ?" he asks putting his hands on his hips.
You peer up at him before shaking your head. "What's with that shake ? You don't want to be change anymore ?" he asks lifting his eyebrows. You think about it for a second before nodding your head.
You prefer keeping your dirty purple diaper than having a green one on you, even if he's clean. Steve sighs and lowers his arms "sweetie, you need to be change. I know you want to be change so come here. It'll be quick"
You narrow your eyes before turning around and run. You leave the bathroom and your daddies's bedroom before running around the house to find a place to hide
"Baby, comme here!" you hear your Papa saying. Steve rolls his eyes at your childish behavor and sighs. Your Papa leaves the bathroom and walks out of their bedroom in an attempt to find you.
He hears your little feet running and follows the sounds. Of course it happen when Bucky is at the grocery. Your little behavior is always different when one of your daddies is away which makes the day of whoever is with you hell.
He runs down the staires and chases you around the rooms. "Baby!" he calls "It was funny but now stop it. I need to change you before making dinner"
You hide under the table and wait for your Papa to leave so you can continuing to run around. He sighs and leaves the dinning room to keep searching you. At that moment you leave your hiding place and run to the living room so you can hide in the couch. You pass by the front door but as your legs keep running, you don't feel your feet touching the ground anymore
You look down and see your legs running in the aire and arms around your waist. You squirm and whine as you try to reach the ground "what are you doing, little one ?"
You stop moving and peer up to see your Daddy looking down at you with a confuse expression. You pout and your Daddy turns you around. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulder "why were you running ? Where is Papa ?" he asks walking further inside the house
"don wanna gween" you complain making him more confuse "you don't want what ?" he frowns just as your Papa runs to you "sweetie you can't run away like that" he says standing infront of you and your Daddy. Bucky looks at you with a frown "what happened ? why are you talking about green ?" He turns his gaze to Steve who shake his head "I have no idea"
They both look back at you. You chew your finger as you peer at them "don wanna gween" you repeat quieter than the first time. Bucky is more confuse than ever but Steve has a look on his face that say he might know what happen "Sweetness, I'm sorry it's not the right colour but under your clothes you won't see it. Nobody will know it's not the purple one"
"Noo" you whine hiding your face in your daddy's neck "wanna puple"
Steve sighs and looks at Bukcy who has a smirk on his face "whay's your problem ?" Steve asks at Bucky making him laugh "well, I went to the grocery" he says walking to the bags on the ground. One of his arm is around you to hold you while he benches to grab them
"Yeah, I know Buck. You went to the grocery while I was dealing with Miss who is allergic at the colour green" Your Papa sighs making you giggle softly. It's always funny when your Papa talks like that to your Daddy. It's because you exhausted him and you are kinda proud of it
Bucky winks at you when he sees your eyes on him. He doesn't answer your Papa and instead keeps his gaze on you "I was walking around the store when something caught my eyes," he says. He shifts you on his right hip as he searches something in one of the bag "I find this thing who i'm sure is gonna make you happy"
You watch his hand getting out of the bag and your eyes light up. Steve's expression change into a sweet smile. You make grabby hands "wanna"
Bucky smiles "you want those instead of the green one ?" he asks and you nod as he gives the pack to you. Your eyes wonder around the beautiful purple diapers and kick your legs, happily "wanna"
Your Papa approaches you with a wide smile "you come to me ? I'll change you and then I'll make dinner"
You frown looking up at him "No gween" you clarify making your Daddies chuckles "No green baby, Papa will put the purple one on you" Your Daddy says kissing your temple. You nod and make grabby hands to your Papa who gladly take you to him.
"Alright, let's cover your little butt with purple" Your Papa says making you giggle. You rest your chin on his shoulder and look behind him to see your Daddy following you. You smile at him and he winks at you. He walks faster and reaches over to grab your feet. He hold your toes as he follows you to the changing room
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averyy-rae · 6 months
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Dear God,...
Yandere Story/Scenario
Part 1 (here) Part 2
Summary: The darling is trying to escape from their yandere boyfriend's and is currently being chased through the woods.
Warnings: Violence, chasing, escape attempt, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship, (sorta) yandere harem, wounds, mentions of emotional abuse.
Note: This is from the darlings perspective, let me know (if anyone reads/likes this) if you want a second part or the boyfriend's perspective. Please give me feedback, this is my first publish on here. :)
Have fun reading.
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Darlings POV:
I just ran.
I'm still running.
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As I'm running, I'm already out of breath. Everything passes by me in a blur. I cant feel my legs. Hell. I cant feel anything.
My mind is too clouded with adrenaline and fear to care about all the scratches and wounds I've collected on my escape so far. I keep tripping, but I stand up on weak, wobbly legs, forcing myself to keep running. To keep going. My whole body is aching, as every fiber of my body is begging me to stop running and take rest. To just lay against the next tree, or even on the dirty floor.
I wish to just stop.
I wish to just collapse on floor and be swallowed whole by it. Not having to worry about anything..., not having to worry about th-
Suddenly my mind goes blank.
as I'm, what feels like being thrown to the floor- I got knocked off my feet mid run. The air gets knocked out of me. Everything happens in a blur and time seems to stop. The only thing I can feel for a moment is my heart stopping.
Only for a split second- I'm outside of my body.
Only for a split second- I'm not myself.
'How I wish that was true'.
The next thing I know is- I'm on the floor, trying to gather my senses. My adrenaline rush seems to wear off. I can hear again, but it's not pleasant, I can hear ragged- enraged breathing.
My heart beats faster, my fear growing as I realize...
He-.... I cut myself off. No... I know better.
They caught me. I feel dread starting to consume me at the thought. Too scared to confirm, I just lay there.
I can suddenly feel every single wound ; every single scratch on my body. All the hasty running and panicked tripping wore me out. As if that wasn't enough, my mind plagues me with horrid thoughts. 'I don't want to be proven right, not this time dear god. I beg you' My mind screams. I know.., the moment I open my eyes.
I will see those eyes. Those eyes I learned to fear. Those eyes I was supposed to obey.
Their eyes.
I can feel them on me. So many pairs of eyes. Roaming my face.. my body, longing to get a look into my deepest thoughts. I know they are waiting-
They want to search my eyes for regret, remorse, anything to stop them.I can feel their enraged stares, accompanied by their breathing. 'Danger' my subconsciousness screams.
I had learned to respect them. I crossed the line before, I tried to run. They've  never hurt me.. 'Physically' my subconsciousness reminds me. 'But this time...I've gone too far', even I realize that. But it's too late.
They want my regret, they want me to beg ; but I can't get myself to regret my decision right now. And my pride still stops me from begging for forgiveness. So I fear what will happen to me when I open my eyes. As much as I wished that I could, I can't lay here forever. I know their patience is growing thinner by the second. I fear I will anger them so much, they won't forgive me this time.
For the first time I fear for my well-being in their presence. I fear...
for my life.
So I take one last shaky breath, stopping my seemingly endless train of thoughts and open my eyes. I immediately wish I didn't. What I'm seeing... I wouldn't have been able to imagine.
'gruesome-'
My thoughts immediately get cut off as he raises his voice to speak. I think at this point, I'm as pale as a corpse. I can hear him trying to suppress the rage in his voice as he says ; a little too sweetly...
"Tag you're it, sweetheart.. "
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steellegacy · 24 days
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⚜️ Chasing of the backplate for the reconstruction of the «Lion» armor (Italy, 1550), possibly made for Henry II de Valois, king of France
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⚜️ Художественная чеканка наспинника для реконструкции «Львиного» доспеха (Италия, 1550 год), возможно, принадлежавшему королю Франции Генриху II Валуа
#armsandarmor #medievalarmour #armour #knight #armor #доспехиназаказ #стальноенаследие #steellegacy #Lionarmor #львиныйдоспех #armororder #orderarmor #armsandarmour #armure #harnisch #harness #armatura #armadura #чеканка #embossing #chasing #backplate #наспинник
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greenhousethree · 1 month
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Chasing chapter four - Feint
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She stood there in her towel a little longer, pressed up over the sink the way she remembered watching the older girls do. Longer, curvier bodies than she’d ever imagined herself fitting into, impossibly grown up. Women. Searching for imperfections, she’d assumed— anything they could magic or pluck away before slipping on higher skirts and fuller bras. But maybe instead they’d been doing what she was now, studying themselves to figure out whether this was it— a glimpse beyond the fleetingness of adolescence— if the person staring back was the one she had grown into, not one she would grow out of.
Reflections, rain, and revelry.
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Many, many thanks for all of your check-ins/questions during this unexpected hiatus; they've truly meant the world! This one's long and a little heavy— prepare for teenage riffraff and two parties for the price of one— and if you're craving more scenes with a certain green-eyed someone, stay tuned for chapter five!
Listen below for Hermione's party soundtrack and Ginny's character theme!
Playlist can be found here. 💫
Songs for chapter four (real bangers here): Maybe Sprout Wings - The Mountain Goats Begging for Rain - Maggie Rogers Flying Sails (Ginny's Theme!) - The Gothard Sisters Bones - Radiohead I Hope I Didn't Just Give Away the Ending - New Radicals
P.S. - Quick update on the progress of this fic:
Life and work have been a runaway train these past months, but I'm finding more time for ~balance~ (read: writing) and am hoping to keep that going. That said, I won't continue promising quick updates because I'm terrible at delivering those, but rest assured this fic isn't going anywhere, and I'm looking forward to posting more regularly. Thanks a million to all of you following along; answers to asks are forthcoming 💕
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Flitting Ghosts, from Puck on Pegasus, 1868.
A ghostly female figure floats in the night, one arm wrapped around the chimney of a locomotive, as she points forward and leads the way for the figures of Time and Death following in her wake. (x)
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ilikeit-art · 1 year
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Poor little fish..
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Red pandas chasing and squeaking
Sound on 🔊
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Draw your squad
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imminent-danger-came · 8 months
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Who you are and letting go!
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fretbored34 · 1 year
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