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onyxstic · 9 months
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Arts and Crafts with adopted daughter
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The result:
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tielmamon · 2 months
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I miss them sm
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dalvs-wife · 2 months
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ohhhh they break me they break me .... /pos
(monster clover au by @howlonomy)
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littlecrittereli · 3 months
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Doodle suggestions? Gotcha The crew in some comfy PJs because WHY DON'T THEY HAVE ANYYYYY
I was just going to do a quick doodle but I ended up liking it so much I made it into a full out drawing um...
They are having a silly game night :)
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scrimblyscrorblo · 7 months
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Despite his height, Giyuu is 15 and Zenitsu is 10
I image Giyuu attempted an escape from meeting new people and was thus sentenced to arm jail. Zenitsu is terrified
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immortal-cataclysm · 11 months
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“they’re insane for this” and its literally just the king and his adopted son
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bluegekk0 · 1 year
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(03.03.24) the info here is a bit outdated, both hornet and hollow got new designs for the au, and grimmchild is no longer included (UP TO DATE DESIGNS), so i recommend checking out my feral pk au tag if you’re interested
some hornets + post ‘embrace the void’ au stuff
i like to think hollow has tons of affection to give after having to bottle it all up and being sealed away for years, and it just so happens that a grumpy, vaguely sibling-shaped bug can be found in dirtmouth. obviously said bug will never admit they want to be loved and would rather stab you in the eye, but that won’t stop hollow from adopting them like it’s a stray kitten
hornet is definitely not a fan of the idea, but it’s not like she can really do anything about it. also grimmchild is there, since ghost is no longer around
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beskarfrog · 4 months
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its not like me to dream about the impossible, but you've always brought that out in me
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degenerateshinji · 3 months
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ugh finally i can play this character (bullshit under the cut)
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cthulhusstepmom · 6 months
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It's dark in the cellar, has been since they were tossed down here however many days ago. Hard to tell time without regular meals. Completely windowless, there's no place to spend his usual half hour basking under the sun. It had been a matter of hours before his coldblooded body had started to slow in the cool subterranean temperatures. He'd tried to keep it to himself, deal with it quietly, but there's no way to hide it from Gid, steadfast loyal Gid. Kremy had found his sluggish form gathered unceremoniously close to the living furnace that is his right hand man.
The heat may have stabilized his body temperature but it would do nothing to improve his mood(well maybe just a little bit it's hard to be too miserable when you're so nice and warm no matter the dire circumstances). Gideon took care of light well enough too, illuminating a circle around them with dancing warm firelight, though that was extinguished as soon as Kremy saw it start to waver and flicker, can't allow his partner in crime to burn himself out now can he? And so they sit in an almost peaceful silence, have done for who knows how long.
"Y'know it's not the worst bind we've gotten ourselves into. The gang will be along soon enough to bust down the door." Gid pauses in thought. "Probably not Twigsy. Or Frosty. Or Gricko unless he's a beasty. Probably down to Torbek to do the door busting come to think of it."
Kremy grunts noncommittally.
"Ah don't be like that, can't be worse than the time we had to climb out of the window of that inn."
"The snake oil heist on the western bank?"
"Nah the one with the innkeepers daughter, Felicity? Franny?"
He remembers that particular scrap well, if only because of the god awful wig.
"Felicia. How that veil covered my snout I will never rightly know."
Gideon snorts.
"Oh yeah. Sure would've been nice to know Gricko was an ordained minister before hand but it's not the first time we've been married."
Kremy hums. "Can't say it's the worst contract I've signed."
The warm body next to him rolls with deep, hearty laughter. The room goes silent for another spell before Kremy sighs.
"I dunno Gid, you ever get the feeling that we've taken it too far? Finally poked the bear that's gonna rip our throats out?"
"Nah man, I know you'll get us out of anything 'fore it gets too serious. Even if we end up knee deep in Fae tomfoolery. And I'll punch any bear that tries to bite us square in the body till it dies, no problemo." He pauses. "I trust you Kremy Lecroux."
That knocks the speech right off of his tongue.
Trust.
On a conceptual level he got that there was some form of reliance between the two of them, and sure some trust if you had to put a non-ironic label on it. He knows that Gideon cares for him, has stated it on many occasions in many different ways. And if you had to be so crass as to put it into words, of course he cares for Gid too, wouldn't have bothered keeping him around this long if he hadn't(lord knows the food bill would be enough to sway his opinion if he wasn't entirely too attached by now).
But trust?
Trusting Kremy Lecroux is a bad idea on any number of levels. He's a cheat by profession and a liar by lifestyle. Hell he's sold the souls of those around him in exchange for power more than once. There's nothing worth trusting in him, he's a coldblooded criminal and he's never gonna change, not for anybody. And here Gid is announcing it with his full chest. It's one of those things that's so endearing about him, he never holds back; Gideon Coal has never made a promise he doesn't fully mean. But since he's a man of contracts and business dealings he at least wants to give him a fair shot, a head start, a warning to keep that fiery heart close.
"You sure about that Gid? Those kinds of words have a power to em you know that."
"100% man, I'll follow you to the end of the world."
Kremy struggles to get air into his lungs, it takes a minute, two. When he finally gets enough to speak, it's frustrated and tinged with melancholy.
"Well I'll gladly let you do just that, if we ever get out of this fucking place."
"Hey." Kremy offers no response. "C'mon man don't be that way, the crew are all out there figuring their way in as we speak, fact I can smell the Torbek already."
He says nothing.
"I know what'll cheer you up."
A large, warm hand cups the bottom of his snout, gently directing his face up and to the side. Before he can think to protest, his eyes are drawn to the sudden lick of flame dancing on the tip of Gideon's finger. Not unlike when he lights cigarettes for him, except now he's pressing the pad of the digit to a small twig from the rocky floor until it smolders dully. Blowing on it, Gideon brings the small stick towards his face. It's warm but not uncomfortably so (he'd never had a doubt in his mind that Gid would hurt him). Carefully, precisely, with hands steady from working on the delicate innards of machines he can't begin to comprehend, Gideon draws the ashen tip of the stick across his upper lip in two swooping lines.
"There you already look more like yourself!" He proclaims proudly.
And god if he can't help the smile that breaks across his face.
"You're a crazy son of a bitch Gideon Coal, you know that?"
"Been told once or twice." he chuckles.
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cheesy-eyelash · 2 months
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does anyone have any ao3 recs around hermitcraft/life series? specifically the magic mountain group/mounders/boatem/desertduo. particularly avoiding relationships/romantic ships and focusing found family and au's (i love a vigilante/hero au). i really love this fandom and i need more content, plus i need to replace my fic's from old fandoms
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teastarfall · 3 months
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my everything is okay au is making my autism levels catastrophic get it out of my skin /lh 😭😭😭😭
i wanted to focus on some of the character designs so have some of the kids…. and some other guy idk who he is.
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galahadwilder · 1 year
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Give me an Adrien who finds out that his dad was Hawkmoth and says, “no. This was not my fault. I could not possibly have done more to stop this. I literally died a hundred times to fix this, I gave all I could give, and that’s enough for my conscience.”
Give me an Adrien who looks at his dad and says, “this man was never my family.”
Give me an Adrien who chooses life and love over wallowing in death. Give me an Adrien who looks at the monster that grief has made his father into and says “never again.” Give me an Adrien who has his friends, has his Lady, has the Dupain-Chengs and Nathalie and Nino and Alya and his found family and says that that is enough for him, he will not waste any more time grieving over a man who would never grieve for him.
Give me an Adrien who, when random people tell them how sorry they are, thinking that his life must be over, says, “I’m better off now actually. And happier,” and means it.
Do not stand at his grave and cry.
He is not there.
He did not die.
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buggygerm · 2 years
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this is one of the cutest and sweetest things i have ever read my god chaoxfix you have done it again
a scene from chapter three of sink or swim by @chaoxfix​
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konoha elders: we aren’t going to send all of you on missions together, we have a standard of using the three man squad
full team seven clinging tightly to each other: if you try to separate us again we WILL start a revolt
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uncanny-tranny · 3 months
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There's something so insane to me about being able to create and recreate vintage or even ancient music, clothes, fabrics, building architecture, anything, really.
I watched this video about a lady who knit a WWII-era vest, and it was really unique, because the cable work would eat up yarn, when there were shortages of fibers. This pattern would have likely been used by people to send overseas to soldiers, and now it's being created in a time where this war has been over for generations. What were the people making this pattern thinking of? What about the people making the vest? Could they fathom a world where world wars didn't happen back to back? Could they imagine what peace felt like, or did it fade like a distant memory, a faint friend? All we have now are the remnants of their efforts, a "simple" vest that would warm the bodies of countless people the knitter would never have imagined were here on earth with them.
We're reaching across time to learn about other people - we're reaching our hands out just to grasp anything tangible. And when we've take hold of something, all we can do is say I love you I love you I love you
#positivity#art#i also come across this absolutely stunning woman who collects vintage pieces from the '50s and it's just. it's mind boggling#or how we've found ancient sheet music and have recreated its contents#do you ever think about how we're time travelers#do you ever think about what might be recreated of us in the future#this isn't about nostalgia baiting but about how we learn and process the ways that people in the past lived#you don't have to feel nostalgic for WWII to be intrigued by this (it would be very concerning if one WAS nostalgic for WWII)#i just. i die a little inside because i know i will never know everything...#...i will never know every lottle thing about people in the past especially...#...and i am never completely satisfied because only a very selective amount of things are preserved and remembered...#...i wonder then what 'forgotten' people thought and felt and how they lived...#...especially as individuals or as a small clan of family and friends. i want to know them intomately - as if i myself have become emeshed..#...does this make sense. i don't just want to know about nobles and kings and the wealthy...#...i want to know what the lacemaker for a king felt making lace for the royals...#...i want to know what the rice field worker thought about when the fields were flooded and they swatted a bug away from their skin...#...i want to know what a mother of a small child thought when churning butter - her baby cooing and making a mess...#...and it sucks sometimes to know that we're time travelers but in a very narrow sense. but i still love what we have got...#...don't get me wrong i love it. but i still grieve that we have lost a lot of history - a lot of people...#...or maybe we have only lost them in the sense that we just haven't located and found them *yet*#anyway i've watched that video multiple times now and i just go absolutely animalistic thinking about it#all of this is complex and i have Plenty of thoughts about that. but at least to me this is what i've seen a lot - a lot of love#and isn't studying this - recreating it and analyzing it - isn't that a form of love?#am i... a nosy person..........
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