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chubbychiquita · 7 months
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🐮💕🐮
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egophiliac · 7 months
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From what I’ve gathered, you play on Japan’s server, and have had this probably before but AAAAAAAAAAAA THE GLORIOUS MASQUERADE IS COMING FOR US AMERICA SERVER PLAYERS, IT ALL LOOKS AMAZING
YES get ready for a fun delightful romp through magical fantasy-Paris where everyone has a great time and nothing bad happens at all. enjoy the flowers! :)
(and be careful not to put an eye out on the hats)
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kyouka-supremacy · 27 days
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Okay I'm going to be honest for two seconds. I miss Akutagawa
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reegis · 10 months
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✨ mechanisms character designs ✨
(part 3)
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top 10 photos taken moments before disaster-
(part 1)
(part 2)
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piningprecussionist · 10 days
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Weed smoking girlfriends! But they can just be hanging out if you prefer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Happy 4/20!
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webcxre · 6 months
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yuo're honor they're buddies
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dizzybizz · 6 months
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😀 i love setting out to draw 1 character multiple times but ending up drawing multiple characters 1 time instead 😀 i love it so much 😀
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theswedishpajas · 1 year
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Ok but what if…
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smilesrobotlover · 6 months
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Well thinking about my twi having dimples cuz of this post
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nixoon-again · 2 months
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The idle hum of the fluorescent lights is all that resonates in his sensitive ears. 
Distantly, he recognizes that he's been sitting in the same position for too long. Long enough that the light seeping through the  window somewhere to his right isn't as warm and golden in its hue anymore. He realizes that night time has fallen upon the bustling city of Station Square and perhaps it's late enough for everyone to be leaving for their homes and settling in for sleep after a nice warm meal.
Even more distantly, if that is even possible for his current almost disassociated situation, he realizes that he should be asleep too. Of course his rest doesn't have much to do with the time and the shift in the sky's colours or the quiet city just beyond these walls. He never fell into slumber with the sun, working late at nights for hours without breaks sometimes left him no opportunity for sleep at all. He doesn't mind it though, he likes working. Even if it costs him a bit of rest, he'd rather have his work done sooner than later. Maybe that's what he needs right now. Something to work on will be much better to distract his mind than the buzzing of the lights.
Unfortunately, as much as the idea entices him, he can't leave for his workshop just yet.
He doubts he'd be able to.
If his trembling legs don't give in under the weight of his body then the soul crushing grasp of something icy and sharp around his heart will certainly stop him.
So he stays where he is and listens to the buzz of the lights, of the footsteps as people walk by thin in numbers, as a clock ticks away in a distance — indicating that hours have passed but Tails can't get himself to count the ticks or look at the clock. He has worked hard to concentrate on the fluorescent lights, on their inner workings, their first discovery, their usage and why they're being used in hospital waiting rooms and everything he can think of about them on the top of his head in an attempt to ground himself but he's afraid if he looks at the time, he'll lose his progress and will be back where he begun; on the verge of curling up in a ball of fluff and crying his heart out until he passes out.
The waiting room falls deadly silent after a while — no more footsteps entertain his hearing range and Tails is afraid he's the last one left waiting for updates from the doctors.
This is a bit odd for him too, he hasn't been in this position many times aside from a few where one of their battles did get pretty out of hand but despite all of the adventures, they don't regularly show up at hospitals. Let alone sit in waiting rooms for hours on end, hoping and praying that someone will walk out of that door and tell him that everything is fine, he's fine, he's safe—
Do they even know he's here? 
Probably not.
Then again, technically, he isn't supposed to be here either. 
For all the doctors and nurses know, he's supposed to be asleep under the weight of all those painkillers in his hospital room.
But there's not much sleeping he can do, can he? 
Not when he doesn't know if Sonic's breathing again or—
Nope. No. Okay, let's not do that. Back to the lights. There's a moth that has started bumping into it repeatedly and he briefly wonders where it got in from since the windows appear to be closed and all. Briefly, since he doesn't ponder it for long. He lets his tired eyes — exhausted, red, getting heavier with every passing second and threatening to dampen — trail the insect's movements. It bumps into the light, circles about afterwards and then tries again and keeps repeating this cycle and maybe it's enough to distract him, even for a while. He's enraptured with the small creature's naïveté. 
He thinks, in a sense, he isn't that different from the moth. 
He just doesn't know if the waiting room is his light or is it his brother?
He's afraid to say it's the latter. 
Tails loves Sonic. 
He loves his brother more than anything in this world and he's been so sure that Sonic loves him just as much if not more too because that's just who they are. They are Sonic and Tails, they're brothers not bound by blood but something stronger — an unbreakable thread binding them both. They're a cosmic truth.
Yet Tails finds himself sitting here and questioning himself of that bond.
Sonic and Tails are to each other what a moth is to a flame.
They love each other.
But Tails is starting to see the flame get too close.
They'll burn.
And Tails is okay with burning if it's for Sonic, don't get him wrong. He'll do anything for Sonic. He's burnt for Sonic before, the bandages covering half his face and his right arm should be enough proof.
He's just afraid of burning Sonic.
He's afraid they've reached that point today.
Sonic is hurt because of him.
He's supposed to be the smart one, isn't he? Three hundred IQ and he couldn't have realized this sooner? Did he really need for today to come pass to know what the unbreakable bond truly means? Could he have spared Sonic the pain?
Tears prick at his eyes but Tails doesn't think he deserves to cry.
Not after what he did today.
Not after being the reason he almost lost his brother today.
(Worst of all; he still doesn't know if Sonic is okay.)
Tails finds it difficult to breathe around the lump in his throat.
Pathetic. Cry baby.
His own voice echoes in his mind, taunting.
He takes a deep breath and steels himself. He knows the solution to the moth and flame problem but he's certain Sonic will never agree to it. Sonic is too kind, too good, too generous. It will be cruel of Tails to know how to protect his brother and not do it, Sonic doesn't deserve that. 
Tails hurt Sonic.
The flame burnt the moth.
In order to not hurt Sonic anymore, Tails will simply snuff out the flame.
Even if his brother disagrees with him, Tails knows it's for the best.
(Quietly, distantly, his own heart disagrees with him too but he's too scared to listen to him.)
Another half an hour passes before a doctor walks out of the emergency room.
There's a hint of surprise on her face upon seeing him there — since he's supposed to be resting in his room and not be here — but she quickly moulds her expression into a more professional one before she delivers the news to him.
“He's awake.”
Even though Tails smiles, his ocean eyes tired and out of tears, he doesn't visit Sonic.
He doesn't visit Sonic for a long time.
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I wasn't gonna post about it bc of...circumstances, but I did go to the ghost files live show because it coincided with my trip to London. It was a good time and after the guys did pictures with fans at the stage door. Right at the start of the show ryan spilled water all over his pants and I made both the guys laugh because I was like hi great show guys sorry about your pants ryan and shane was like, that's what I love to hear after a show sorry about your pants. Anyway 10/10 experience ghoul boys they could never make me hate you
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^my absolutely atrocious fit because I ran out of clean clothes because it's my last day before I go home and also I didn't expect to be taking a pic lmao
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ave-immaculata · 3 months
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okay girlies do we have any advice on pmdd beyond birth control or therapy?
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delisocks · 2 months
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i wonder if mike thought about kim ever. when jesse threw himself in front of walt in the desert, i wonder if he thought about kim. did he see her that night, the hoodie and the gun and the tearful determination, while they sat in the lab and waited for gus? did he see her in that junkyard, watching the laptop splinter into a million pieces, jumping and cheering?? two lost souls who gave Everything and got shattered in return??? one day you’ll wake up and realize you haven’t thought about it, but do you ever really? do you ever really forget? maybe you can’t, when you’re working for a time bomb. “what is it with you guys?” don’t know. i wonder if mike ever thought about kim.
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spaceratprodigy · 3 months
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*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)
@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
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pose reference
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myrathefarmer · 10 months
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Went on a road trip and did some doodles in the car 👍 Vtuber Cleo and FTA Cleo!
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 5 months
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𝐬 𝐦 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐛 𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐤
two versions because i'm indecisive hhh >:')
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