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dailyclassicwho · 1 year
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IANTO JONES PER EPISODE S01E01 “EVERYTHING CHANGES”
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lilithapril · 1 year
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‘So show me that which I cannot see, even if it hurts me, even if I can’t sleep’.
Finally got another chance to draw Vessel! An idea of him looking all hypnotic and like an other-worldly figure was stuck in my brainbrain and this is what came from it.
Listen to Sleep Token. I’m here to spread the good word. They’ve kept me going since early 2020. Vessel’s voice is not of this world. I’m so happy they’re getting more attention from the two new songs. Enjoy. Worship. 🖤🤍
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headfullofpresley · 2 years
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found this picture on pinterest and just wanted to share with y'all, because oh my lord 🥵
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takebitchi · 2 years
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I’m sure they’ll fit just fine, Honey. She gives you a comforting smile, bringing over the onesie and matching mittens and hat. Eri, baby, why don’t yo u one with me and Mr. Mic to get some hot chocolate, hm?
Chocolate?? Eri asks hopefully, tipping her head back to look between you and Shouta. Can I please?
Of course, honeybee. Bring mommy and I some too, okay? He smiles at her and kisses her head before helping her off the gurney.
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i give them all a little wave as they leave, and shouta helps me get aiko changed out of her diaper and into a fresh one, then wrapped up in her cute new onesie and little hat and mittens. when she’s all done, he sets her back in my arms. thank you, baby. she looks adorable, i give her a kiss on the forehead, seeing her nuzzle into my chest
do you think she’s hungry? i ask curiously, wondering when she’ll start crying for the first time to be fed. i haven’t the first idea how to actually nurse her, and the thought alone is a little daunting, wondering if ill do it correctly
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berryhachi · 2 years
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my phone bg of geto smiling brings me sm peace :)
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fatuismooches · 18 days
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Hoyo drops a Neuvilette dragon-form ladle and expects me to move on just like that? Not a chance.
Okay. Dottore. And fragile!reader who takes a liking in ceramics.
The weakness caused by mysterious sickness got the reader unable to attend to their hobbies as often as they'd have wished to. However, there are days when they feel great and devote their time to their lover. And if Zandik happens to be busy - it's ceramics time!
At first, there were no noticeable changes and Dottore doesn't acknowledge the strange items. It must be Pantalone or Columbina sending prank gifts anyway. But as the time passes, more and more strange items start appearing...
First, it was a the salt and pepper shakers. Instead of normal, tube-like shakers, two one-eyed bird creatures sat on the table. Their shape wasn't completely smooth, some imperfections here and there. The dyes overlapped in some places as well. Dottore knew right away that this wasn't bought from the local market. Why the strange shape, too?
That's when he begins to notice more. There is a ladle that's base takes the shape of the raven head that Dottore carries around his shoulders as a fancy accessory? There are a couple of ceramic bowls and plates that have silly drawings of the segments? The fox-monster-creature with a basket in its paws that serves as a fruit storage?
Dottore is confused. But also amazed.
He will praise the reader how wonderful all of their creations are, even if he finds them a tad bit weird at times. He loves them, really! Zandik will make sure to encourage their beloved to not stop the hobby since it is also good for their health - distraction from illness is always a great thing!
Let's just say Pantalone's bewilderment was immeasurable when he received a report stating that Dottore requests a ton of highest quality clay.
THIS IS SO CUTE... You always had a good amount of hobbies before you got sick, but after the illness, you find that your strength is too sapped to do anything too strenuous. So instead you stick to hobbies that don't require much energy, like reading for example. But that doesn't mean you're just going to give up on your old hobbies! Thankfully you still have good days that you can set aside for ceramics!! You don't bother telling Dottore because you assumed he'd realize it's you once you start sending your creations to him! (You think it's funny that it took him this long to realize, who else would take out the time to give him gifts? Only his dear lover of course!)
Not only are the shakers strange looking and far from perfection, but it is an odd thing to give to the man who barely eats, and when he does, the food is made and seasoned exactly to his liking by you. At least the shakers work...? That's one thing, at least. He doesn't have much use for them, but for some odd reason, he tucks them somewhere in his drawers for safekeeping.
However, more odd things that he would never use end up finding his way on his desk along with the very strange designs. He knows it couldn't be a joke anymore because of the sheer number and time it must have taken to make these things, despite them not being the most professional. There's really only one person he knows who could have done this. One of the plates has a wide pointy grin with red eyes that he can instantly recognize as Beta (Webttore) despite its simpleness. He doesn't think he could ever eat off a plate with that but he is amused by your creations. And also impressed.
First, he's very glad to hear your hands are steady enough to create such things. That is good news! Secondly, seeing you so happy is good for everyone considering your illness often impacts your mental state. Thirdly, he's partially offended that the other segments knew about your hobby and not him, your actual husband. Still, as long as it keeps you distracted, he'll keep indulging it for as long as you'd like. Even when you continue to send him strange gifts that he'd never use, only admire. (Pantalone is confused but soon puts two and two together.)
Of course, no one comments on the segments using puffling shakers in order to keep their life. I need a Foxttore fruit basket desperately... (imagine putting apples in it as a joke for Dottore teehee... :3)
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rintoons · 9 months
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★ SOUL SEARCHING
wc: idk lol ; 6:48 pm
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because he’s observant, he notices patterns really well. this means he knows around what time you get your period, so he knows what to bring you and he always checks up on you. same thing if you get like—seasonal depression. he knows because there are certain things you do that just kinda let him know.
for example…
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"what's wrong?" tsukishima asked, coming up behind you and putting a light hand on your waist.
"huh?" you hummed, reaching over to grab the lighter. "nothing, i'm fine. why do you ask?" you hated lying to him but you felt so pathetic. you were so incredibly sad and had no idea why. you just were.
he sighed, “please don’t lie to me.”
at his words, your lips began to tremble as you tried to hold it all in. biting your lip—trying to discipline yourself with pain—you simply shook your head and lit the candle. “i’m not, kei.”
you thought using his name would make your lie sound more convincing.
instead of replying immediately, tsukishima moved closer and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into him. his voice came out muffled as he buried his face in your neck. "you're lighting a candle. you always light candles when you're sad, so tell me what's wrong."
as if on cue, tears immediately filled your eyes. your eyelids accidentally fluttered and the salty drops began falling and running down your face, staining your cheeks.
but of course, he was right. you did light a candle whenever you felt sad. you hadn’t even noticed.
you didn’t need to say anything for tsukishima to take you by your shoulders and turn you to face him. gently, he placed his hand on the back of your head and tugged you closer to him, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug.
the calming smell of your boyfriend’s laundry detergent; the aroma of your fall-scented candle; and the feeling of knowing you were safe in tsukishima’s warm, comforting hug hit you all at once, causing you to start trembling with sobs.
tsukishima didn’t speak or move—save for the soft caress of his hand up and down your back—he just stood there and listened while you blubbered and stuttered over how you didn’t know why you felt the way you did this time of year.
“what’s wrong with me?” you asked yourself, sniffling.
still holding you in his cozy embrace, tsukishima shook his head. “there’s nothing wrong with you, love. you’re not going crazy, i promise,” he said softly, loud enough for only you to hear. you felt him press a soft kiss to your temple. “your feelings are valid.”
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wattpad ★
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mysticstars105 · 9 months
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Some LU Wild Wing Boi fan art from @breannasfluff’s fan fiction!! You should check them out!….hint hint
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fruutes · 6 months
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WOAW u guys ate that Harvey UPPP, I'm so happy hehe
Here's another Harvey!!!! And and my farmer Harmony :D!!!!!! I have sm art of her I love them sm.
She's so reckless and keeps dying in mines...... poor Harvz has to work overtime in his own home.... And he makes me P A Y as revenge >:(
Thank you like and subscribe I love u sm
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dumplingsjinson · 4 months
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This is so serious, but I love this man.
No, I'm not in love with him.
I love him. And there's no words to describe it.
I used to deny it, because like... Fucking damn, no I'm not. I liked him a lot, yeah, but I didn't like... LOVE him. It was never supposed to be this deep. I wasn't even in love with him.
Now I'm like- Yeah, no, I love him. I love him I love him I love him and I want to let the whole world know.
And I guess that whole world is him.
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crybaby-bkg · 2 years
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Bakugou who isn’t above begging you for kisses. Has no qualms about pinching your cheeks in between his fingers, getting all close in your face while he pouts his lips at you.
“Where’s my fuckin’ kiss?” Says it like he’s so offended that you didn’t immediately cover him in kisses after he’s come in from work. Followed you all around the house while you chattered on and on about your day, only taking a breath to ask how his was, finding yourself cornered when you turn around. He’s all big and hulking, would be a terrifying sight to anyone who didn’t know that he was just a stupid clingy teddy bear.
“Gimme my damn kiss, woman,” he’ll bite at you when you’re too busy rattling off about how much you’ve missed him when he finally comes home after a long mission away. Grips your jaw between meaty fingers as he smashes him mouth against your own, tears mingling between your lips to make the kiss salty, but he swears he has missed your taste more than anything in the world.
“Can I please get my kiss?” He asks when he’s sleepy, dead tired and up far too late for his own liking. You’re up in bed beside him, tapping away at your phone, keeping him up bc you’re not cuddling against him. He paws at you, frowning, until you lean down and cup his cheek in your hand as you kiss him so softly, so sweet and gentle, that he can’t help but hum and sink lower into the cushions. He still grumbles when you pull away, but it’s enough to suffice tonight.
“I don’t care about your stupid morning breath, just kiss me already.” He’ll complain when he’s leaving for work in the morning, sitting on the edge of the bed where you sleep. He looks down at you with a soft smile, eyes gushing with love as he watches you frown and twist and yawn yourself awake. He won’t leave until you peck at his mouth once, twice, so many times that you have to push him away with a reminder that he has to go now lest he be late. He kisses your forehead before he leaves, and wishes you a good day.
“I’m alive now, ain’t I? Kiss me just to make sure I’m really here.” He tells you quietly from where he lays bandaged and bruised on his hospital bed, his good fingers weakly gripping your own as he watches the tears drip from your chin. His mouth is like a welcome home, his lips chapped and dry from dehydration, but he’s alive and this kiss he’s asked you for is enough proof of that.
Bakugou loves your kisses, and will never be above begging for them. They’re the only thing that keeps him grounded to this world, and for that, he’s forever thankful.
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sunclown · 2 years
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Small breeze 🌼
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healpimp · 1 year
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My TF2 mains (and their in-game playtime)
Bonus:
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xiaoming56 · 1 year
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guys have i mentioned that i love angst?
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takebitchi · 2 years
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Okay, pretty. He tips his head to kiss your palm, covering your hand with his and holding you still so he can trail kisses up to your wrist. Thank you.
Wha’d’ya wanna do until we have to get Eri, babygirl?
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i dunno, how much longer do we have? i ask, feeling incredibly exhausted and sore. kinda wanna jus’ stay home. i’m beat
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fishalthor · 1 year
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endless amount of favorite character aesthetics:
“He was not as she remembered. His features were the same, but his face was hard. Blue ice made his eyes. The bloody rips in his coat and breeches, the blood on his face, seemed to suit that face.”
↳ rand al'thor - the wheel of time. by robert jordan
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