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angelatsumu · 2 years
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tight spot [souleater!hq]
this is a blurb for souleater!au haikyu because i am selfishly inspired, but also because @kodzukenskittten encouraged some because we both love Soul Eater (the anime)
context: Kita is written like Death the Kid and the Miya twins are his weapons. gn!reader's weapon is Kyoutani
warnings: none! this is sfw!
in which atsumu is your weapon for the day because kyoutani gets hurt during recon.
you felt like you’d been running from these mindless drones of Arachnae for what felt like hours. this mission—like almost every joint mission Lord Death sent you on—seemed to be going to shit as you felt your feet tingling beneath you. scythe—kyoutani—in hand, you trekked quickly behind Kita who had his twin pistols Atsumu and Osamu in hand as a means of protection and way clearance. you two had been bickering about how to locate the exit on this seemingly abandoned witch hideout, and of course, the two of you happened on the meeting of a few hundred agents of Arachnae. after a dutiful battle with the weaklings of the pack, your scythe had managed to get injured causing you and your meister friend (foe) to retreat.
why wouldn’t kita just lend you a twin pistol, you ask? after all, you could end these clowns if you had a weapon. well Kita is a very particular individual with an intricate way of soul capturing and battling keishin beings. Kita’s whole aesthetic is based around his OCD, and had it not been for the twins happening upon him, he would have been hopeless in his search for balanced weapons. Kita never used one pistol, always two, and he only took missions that resulted in an equal distribution of souls between his two beloved weapons. Atsumu and Osamu were the perfect pair of glocks of duplicate weight and design, so Kita used them dutifully and with ease. if he were to donate one to his frenemy for battle, things would not be symmetrical, and that would risk a full-blown panic attack. though, that may not be the worst thing possible in this situation. the last time Kita had a melt down, he had managed to blast Anubis to bits, leaving on the crumbled remains and an uneven amount of souls to be collected. after that incident, he felt so horrible that he swore to never allow asymmetry ever again.
now, as you rounded another corner that led down a dimly lit walkway, you wondered just how bad a Kita-the-kid level melt down might be. “Kid,” you rasped, feet feeling heavier with each stride forward. he gives you an absent-minded “huh?” as he spins around to fire at the minions making some progress behind you. “pistol. now.” you grunt, stamina wearing thin as you give him a look of angry desperation. he gives you a disgusted look, and just as your turn to swing your wounded scythe at your gaining enemies, he stops the hoverboard. your running frame collides with his static one, knocking him off the board and both of you fall to the ground with a clank. you sit up immediately, staring at him in disbelief; he matches your gaze. “you’re fucking joking,” you huff, reaching for a pistol in his hand and he selfishly tugs it away. the two of you have a quick wrestling fit before the twins have had enough, switching to human form to force the both of you apart.
atsumu corners you against the mildew-covered cement wall, staring down at you as Osamu does the same to Kita. the stare you share with him makes you feel small, and he grabs your hand while maintaining eye contact with you. you gasp as you can hear the footsteps of Arachnae’s army coming closer. “you better know how to use me,” he warns, giving you a wink before returning to weapon form. as your mind refocuses on the task at hand, you look up to see a disgrunted Kita, using both hands to grip one of his weapons. “you’re a brat,” he scoffs, and you stick your tongue out at him before scooping up your scythe and strapping him to your back. “ya ready, Kita,” you smile as the enemies come within your vision. he gives you a smirk before nodding, “as ready as i’ll ever be.”
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spiderverseconceptart · 4 months
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Earth-138 (Spider-Punk) concept art for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse by Patrick O'Keefe
"It needed to feel like something that was wheat pasted on the wall of an illegal after hours punk venue. His world pays homage to the punk posters of The Sex Pistols, Buzzcocks, My chemical Romance." - Patrick O'Keefe on Twitter
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g-m-kaye · 10 months
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Posting this sketch on its own at the request of my lovely friend @sotwk whose world building and love for Thranduil inspired this quick rendition of two Thranduilion riding in Greenwood the Great! 🌳 🍂
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pedroam-bang · 2 months
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Psychonauts HQ Lobby - Psychonauts 2 (2021)
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ministarfruit · 6 months
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I also did mock CGs of them for fun!!
(doppelgänger magni and vesper concepts)
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uravitypng · 2 years
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tsukishima has such bully energy. he'll pull the chair under you before you sit down, he'll steal your things and hold them above your head, he'll call you nasty names and laugh about how ugly you are. bully tsukishima thinks of you at night while he's stroking his cock. he thinks about how you look stunning with watery eyes, when you're trying your hardest not to cry and you pout so pretty. his favourite thing is when you try so hard to get your things back, you'll go on your tippy toes and jump up, causing your breasts to bounce slightly and your thighs jiggle, if you're wearing thigh high socks that day they'll roll down. he'll think about the time when he was behind you on the stairs, your skirt was swaying and if he looked close enough he could see your underwear. he cant stop thinking about you, maybe tomorrow he'll be able to get you to cry.
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You are Insufferable (I Can’t Stand You)
Tsukishima x f!reader
Rated E (18+)
WC: 14.5k~
Summary:
Tsukishima Kei has no interest in finding a wife this season, but accidentally meeting you might change his mind.
Notes:
This is a Bridgerton-esque AU *where Reader is of age, meaning 18 years old.
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chimielie · 2 years
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between lightning strikes
summary: Oikawa x F!Reader. as a prince, he can have whatever he wants. it’s a shame he wants you—his wife.
word count: 1.3k
cw: fighting, arranged marriage/royalty au, enemies to lovers, fake history stuff, angst to fluff, just like. the writing as a whole
a/n: my deepest apologies i promise i will never write a historical romance novel. happy late birthday oikawa [starts sobbing]
Oikawa Tooru can sense it: a shift in the wind, a burning in his muscles. Like a bloodhound, he can smell the storm coming.
His wife is angry with him.
You storm through the halls, your skirts trailing behind you, the whistle of the stiff linings over the floors the only sound as the servants flatten themselves against the walls and the out-and-about nobles scramble into their apartments and out of your way. Your spine is stiff, your face serene.
Your fate was decided before you were born. Upon arriving in the world, your every trait was analyzed for compatibility with his. You were raised, nearly designed, to be his perfect match.
Thousands of years of tradition culminated here. Your marriage had been arranged, an aristocratic girl handed from her own family to the crown prince (future emperor always seemed to echo behind the words), a perfect match on paper.
Tooru finds that you are a far different kind of match off the page. Blazing but nearly flickering out of reach each time the flame comes close to licking his fingers, rekindling whenever he thinks you've finally gone out. Brilliant, his brain supplies as you enter his room, the wind supplying a satisfying boom for drama. He squashes the thought in favor of trying to look appropriately innocent. His efforts are in vain, and he knows it.
"Wife," he greets you, while you stare at him with narrowed eyes. You don't respond, only stalking closer. His full lips pull into a wolf’s grin. "Beloved. Sweetness."
"Highness," you say, so icily and so informally he’s sure one of your former etiquette instructors must fall over dead wherever they are. “I received a missive from you this morning.”
“Did you?”
Blasphemous it may be to admit, but he is a man of many faults. One of these: he has a hot temper, and full freedom to act upon it.
You do not hate him as you once did, when you were first wed and he had, in his resentment of his family and his position, lashed out at you as the most obvious symbol of his loss of youthful freedom. When he had failed to consider that you were less than happy yourself to be locked in a union with a man you didn’t know; didn’t want; didn’t love.
Tooru is older now, and wiser (though not by much, Iwaizumi says). He, of all people, is not exempt from the whims of fate. Between lightning strikes, he fell in love with you.
He hopes you no longer hate him. He can never be sure.
“I have been dismissed,” and for all the arguing you’ve done with him, there’s an odd quaver in your voice that he’s never heard before. “From the imperial court. I am free to-to travel, whether it be to another hall or another island, and to seek companionship elsewhere, wherever I may choose to settle.”
“If you so choose,” he repeats his own penned words, turning away from you. His curtains are drawn, though it is late in the day. He does not spend much time in his private rooms, unless it is with you. “Though I must ask you be discreet. It is, unfortunately, a necessity—”
“I will do no such thing,” you snarl. He jerks his head back in surprise. “I may not be what you had hoped for in a partner, but I will not be disloyal of all things. Though I’m sure you will not spend a moment’s thought on me while I am away, I assure you any image you may conjure of my cavorting with another would be pure fantasy."
"Fantasy," he scoffs, can feel his own face spasm against his will at the thought.
"Oh—!" You seem unsure what to do with your hands, settling for clenching them into fists at your sides. "Are you jealous?"
"No," he denies. He lies. He, who has the world at his fingertips, is so consumed by jealousy at all times, by his desire to have you all to himself. He burns.
"Tell me the truth. Speak freely, as a man and not a god-king.” He nods, features twisting into something ugly, ugly, ugly.
“What do you wish for me to say?” His voice is brittle, his temper bound only by a thin string. “Yes, I am jealous. The sight of you with another man might kill me, if I didn’t kill him first. Though it might surprise you, I do care for you, beyond seeing you as some sort of-of possession. So I’m sending you away, giving you a chance to escape this fucking farcical marriage, to do as you wish, to find love as I have—as I have loved you.” The words die an abrupt death in his throat as your eyes round, then glisten.
“Loved me?” An accusation or a question. He swallows around his traitorous tongue, grinding out his response.
“I do.” The weight of those two words is smoke in a sickroom, a weighted coffin in the sea. He sounds wrecked when next he speaks, and looks it too, eyes red and mouth split. “So I am ordering you, as a prince and not as your husband, to go and be happy, and I am begging you, selfishly, to do it where I cannot follow.”
It occurs to you to remind him that there is no such place, but you don’t wish to spit on the bones beneath the words. He will not follow. He is offering you the truest freedom he can.
“You say you’re begging me,” you tap your chin, an empress to the core. “Then why are you not on your knees?”
His eyes narrow. You expect a slap, an execution order, anything you had been warned all your life would come from such total insubordination.
Instead, his right knee bends, then his left. The bones pop, as though in protest, as though he had never before done what he did now.
From the floor, Oikawa Tooru looks up at you with all the love he is capable of and says: “Leave me.”
You drop to your knees, crashing into the floor, uncaring of your garments or his, and take his face in your hands. The first tear spills from his eye, a diamond you crush beneath your thumb.
“I cannot do both,” you say, trying very hard to be gentle. “To ask me to leave to find love would tear me in two. If I were never to look on you again, I would never see the only man I could ever love.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, “don’t sacrifice yourself for duty’s sake.”
“I’m not,” his eyes search your face wonderingly. “Let me stay. Let me stay, and prove it to you.”
“Only if it is what you want,” he insists. “You need not—” You silence him, pressing your lips to his. You are—inexpert, desperate, perfect. He closes his eyes and anchors himself on your shore, his hands the only part of him that’s sure as he takes yours.
“Let me show you all the ways I love you,” you repeat, and Tooru nods. You smile when he does, and the sky splits open above you.
He senses it before he wakes, opening his eyes to the weak sun in the early morning. There’s been a shift in the wind and his muscles are sore. He doesn’t mind it; the mark of work well done.
He can see it, feel it, as you wake, eyes fluttering open to rest on his face.
His wife is very, very pleased.
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bellaartz · 2 months
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FIRST LOOK AT CONCEPT ART EVERYONE!!
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meownotgood · 8 months
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smile................
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angelatsumu · 2 years
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miya “smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em” atsumu has gotten written up on several occasions for speeding to calls, especially the structure fires.
iwaizumi “one pump chump” hajime has overcharged hose lines for rookies on several occasions because he thinks it’s funny to humble them.
bokuto “the hulk” koutaro has gotten snippy with PD on several technical rescue interstate entrapment scenes because they’ve tried to tell him how to do his job.
i love firemen <3
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spiderverseconceptart · 4 months
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Earth-42 "Villain City" and The Bar With No Name (both cut) concept art for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse by Peter Chan ( 1, 2.)
Created by Mark Gruenwald and Paul Neary, The Bar With No Name debuted in CAPTAIN AMERICA (1968) #318. The location was originally intended as a peaceful place for villains to hang out. There’s even a policy against fighting, which has been on several occasions been enforced against heroes trying to bust villains For example, in AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (1999) #563, Peter Parker entered The Bar With No Name in search of a villain. The location’s bartender stopped a fight and made clear that Spider-Man was welcome to drink at the establishment, provided he didn’t start any trouble. - via: Marvel.com
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conceptrewritten · 7 months
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Concept art for Clear Coast's Toon HQ.
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akkivee · 7 months
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i’m so stoked to see they’re still in their new outfits!!!!!!!
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jnixz · 1 year
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He doesn’t appreciate uncontrolled burning leaf piles ESPECIALLY in the part of the forest that is OFF-LIMITS
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hrokkall · 1 year
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Always good to see you too :D
Did you know that while developing the film Prince of Egypt Dreamworks would punish animators by sending them to work on Shrek instead?
Inscryption is Gamefuna's Shrek
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I did know about that! Though with Inscryption being both a cover-up and a fairly isolated project, I'd imagine it would be more of an office rumor rather than an actual NPC designation. Like "You'd better do your job properly; I hear there's a position open in Inscryption" or "Wow, that looks like shit; did you pull it out of Inscyption's asset folder?". On account of the liability, it's more or less just an office in-joke; people don't actually get reassigned there...
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...Most of the time.
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