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lemongogo · 7 months
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i just like his long hair ok 🧎
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aheavenofhell · 6 months
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Okay but what the hell was with Crowley being like you think you’re a demon? with your curly little—? And your neat white—? Mf said you’re too cute to be a demon stupid.
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hwiyoungies · 3 months
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fave gam3 bo1 wonwoo look for @s-cxups <3
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A while ago I drew this Headcanon that developed on the SatoSho Discord about the two of them being figure skaters and it completely got out of hand and resulted in this and a 16k fanfiction. Anyway, you can find the behind the scenes and the fic on the discord server xD
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myfandomincolor · 2 months
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I know we're loving putting Astarion in Neil Newbon's flawless McQueen fit from the BAFTA Games Awards
But can I offer you Halsin in a tuxedo with the bear paw cufflinks à la Dave Jones' black tie ensemble?
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tap/click and get that good quality!
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clockwrkpendrxgon · 4 months
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Thinking about girldads firstprince in bed after a long day finally falling asleep when their little girl comes telling them that she can’t sleep so Alex lets her crawl up onto the bed until she is nestled in her dads’ arms while henry tells her a story to ease her into sleep. Alex listens intently, fingers lazily brushing his daughter’s hair and he ends up falling asleep to his husband’s soothing voice with so much love filling up his heart.
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invinciblerodent · 7 months
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im sitting in the corner with my little safety scissors, lovingly cutting out images of her to tape to my bedroom wall like a fucking simp
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gros-chat-fait · 5 months
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A 2-part series inspired by the #54 cover which paid homage to the Stones' Hot Rocks 64-71 Compilation cover.
The songs:
Cassie - 14/Street Fighting Man Jake - 19/You Can't Always Get What You Want Rachel - 02/Heart Of Stone
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skrunksthatwunk · 6 months
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look i know the violence we saw from mine in y3 was largely caused by him losing daigo but i think it's way way funnier to imagine him doing regular tojo stuff with his beloved chairman and also being just an unfathomable and kind of unstable person only moments away from doing something drastic. like one good morning from rokudaime = one reset to mine's orphan-bulldozing doomsday clock
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..
extra:
(it was a spring morning)
(he was a frail boy with no friends)
(he ran into you from across the wall)
(you said hello to him, and asked him to play along)
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(at that very moment, he received his lifelong—)
extra 2: oscar boogaloo
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yeahhhh....iykyk
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oooocleo · 1 year
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🫂 it’s been a sec since I’ve drawn Hetty and sura…
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probablyn0tcool · 1 month
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Is he pointing at you? ✨️Swoon.✨️
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zukosdualdao · 1 month
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give your all to me / i'll give my all to you
zutara month, day 10: secret, @zutaramonth
summary: the night before they're set to leave to face ozai, katara can't sleep. neither can zuko. "tell me a secret," she asks of him.
warnings: references to ozai's abuse of zuko, kya's murder and katara's discovery, and ursa's disappearance.
other notes: title is a lyric from all of me by john legend. yes this is the second fic i've written about zutara the night before they're supposed to leave for the final battle. no i will not change <3
Though there are several rooms in the Ember Island house, on the first day everyone was here, they’d dragged all the blankets and pillows from them and instead set up in the open room at the front of the house, and that’s how they usually all fall asleep, near to each other—a holdover from Katara and Sokka’s days growing up in the Southern Water Tribe.
Aang is somewhere else, though. She doesn’t know what he’s doing, what he’s thinking.
She doesn’t know what will happen tomorrow.
Toph is snoring lightly, on her back and feet planted firmly on the ground, but Katara’s gotten used to that. That's not why she can't sleep. Sokka sometimes snores, too, but tonight, she can hear his easy, even breathing. Suki is silent in a way she wouldn’t be if she was awake, and Katara knows she’s pulled Sokka up to her side as she always does in sleep.
Zuko is awake. She doesn’t have to look at him or hear anything to know that. 
“Tell me a secret,” she says quietly to the ceiling and to him.
“Like what?” Zuko asks, matching her volume, not bothering to pretend he doesn’t know who she’s asking. Even in the darkness, they have come to understand each other.
“I don’t know. Anything.”
It takes a long moment, but then Zuko says, “Okay.” Another pause, and then: “I use my bending to get the temperature right for the tea. Sometimes.” He says it almost a little guiltily. 
Katara snorts and then looks over to make sure she hasn’t woken the others. Toph shifts in her sleep but otherwise only snores again. When she turns, resting her chin on her hand, Zuko is already staring back at her in a mirror image. His amber eyes are two bright points in the dark.
“That is not a secret. You’re not as stealthy as you think.”
“Oh.” She can just make out the way his frown shifts into a slight smile.
“Try again,” Katara says again. “Something I don’t know. Something real.”
He takes a moment to think it over. “The day of the eclipse,” he says finally.
“Yes?”
“My father… he said something.”
“Was this before or after he shot you with lightning?” she asks. It’s rude, abrasive, but—she can’t help it. He’d said that almost casually today while training Aang, and for a moment, that uneasy anger she’d felt when he first came to them resurfaced. Only now, it was for him as well. 
How could he ever choose to go back to that? she’d thought. To someone who would do that to him?
“Before,” Zuko says, matter-of-fact, not seeming bothered by her intrusive question. Katara blinks, brought back to the moment. “He said… he implied… I don’t know. He said she might be alive. My mother. I don’t know if it’s true, or if he just…”
Katara’s heart stutters. Knowing something like that was awful. Knowing that no matter how she wished for it, her mother would never return this earth was an awful burden to bear. Remembering what it felt like to run with everything she had, only to find… 
But not knowing? Being made to wonder? There’s a different kind of cruelty to that.
“If we win,” Katara starts, then pauses, shaking her head. “When we win—you should look for her. And I'll be there with you,” she promises.
There’s a long, silent moment in the aftermath of that. 
“You will?” Zuko asks, sounding sort of choked. Katara smiles softly at him. 
“Yeah,” she insists. “You helped me. Remember?”
The journey to find Yon Rha… it hadn’t been easy, or particularly pleasant. But it was what she needed. And Zuko helped her get there. Told her what she needed to know. Guarded her. Respected her choice to walk away without a word one way or the other, no approval and no dissent.
Zuko stares at her for a moment, discerning. “You don’t owe me anything, you know. It—it wasn’t about that.”
“I know. But I still want to help you.”
“...Okay,” he replies in a soft voice. Then:  “Now it’s your turn.”
“Hm?” Katara asks, her eyes starting to feel heavy with sleep.
“To tell me a secret.” 
Katara winks an eye open again. Mulling it over, she leans just a touch closer and reaches over to smooth his wild hair out of his eyes and touch a gentle hand against his face, against his scar. 
Zuko leans into her hand.
“I’m really glad you’re here.”
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gortash · 10 months
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corpsoir · 1 year
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Heritage Februabba 2023
Day 16: Gifts || Romantic Gestures
@heritage-februabba
i can make this fit both prompts if i want to lmao brunos gift of his literal heart and abbacchios romantic gesture of resuscitating him love wins
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ruvviks · 12 days
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nathan encounter with obscura 2.0 goes about as well as the day he killed his parents, more at 11
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@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;
@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;
@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;
@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree;
@jacobseed
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