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io-lu-art · 5 hours
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me.
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at 2 am.
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adh-d2 · 2 days
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You're shipping Crosshair and Ventress because he offered her his hand.
I'm shipping Crosshair and Ventress because she beat the shit out of him in hand-to-hand combat.
We are not the same.
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shadebloopnik · 2 days
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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.
Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.
Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.
He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-
So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.
It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.
He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.
Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.
But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.
So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.
Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."
Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.
What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????
"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.
But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.
"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."
Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.
Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.
"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"
Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.
Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??
(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)
Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.
"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."
He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.
So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.
Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.
But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.
Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.
Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.
They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.
As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.
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ghost-in-a-cup · 3 days
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india has no place for creativity
we are told to copy the answer from the reference book
to write it exactly as the teacher says
we all draw the same house with a river and the sun in between two mountains
and the birds that look like 3s
we dont live in houses like that nor does a river run by our house
yet we all drew it the same for that's what we were thought
creativity is punished, it is not according to the grading rubric
we are not allowed to be ourselves to think for ourselves
even in creative writing assignments they give us the plot and tell us to write the story
why even bother naming it creative writing if you're just concerned about our sentence structure?
we are not allowed to be independent or to think for ourselves
we have to consider what will our teachers think, parents think, the society at large will think?
nobody considers how we think how we feel
we are made to be robots parroting our parents or someone else who is charismatic enough
all independent thoughts are quashed by people, any line of questioning leads to being called an idiot,stupid
am i an idiot for not blindly following you?
we are not people we are being molded into machines to let the country continue according to the whims of the few at the top
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glitchedgirly · 2 days
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Every day on Qsmp, they get closer and closer to speaking their own type of Pidgin
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georgiedoodles · 3 days
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I THINK IM FALLIN IN LOOVEEE, THIS TIME I THINK ITS FOR REAALL
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dailywillwood · 3 days
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thatforestprince · 1 day
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no one ever talks abt the fact that scout and heavy have canon birdsonas
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amimuu · 8 hours
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VTA AU LESHY AND MIYU (YELLOW CAT) DESIGNS! (+ DOODLES)
Boy oh boy!!! Leshycat be upon ye!!! While Narilamb is the focus of this au there WILL be a couple side-stories that focus on the little adventures of different characters, Leshy and Miyu being one of those cases.
But omg! Look at them!!!
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(Pssss their color palettes compliment each other—WHO SAID THAT)
Ya’ll already know who Leshy is so I will be skipping his introduction, so meet Miyu! Likely the Cult’s best farmer who definitely doesn’t sleep a healthy amount of hours every night and totally not works overtime at the farm to avoid said activity! They were rescued along with their two little siblings after the farm they lived in was attacked by heretics, fanatics of a certain ex-god of chaos, which got Miyu to grow quite scared and resentful towards said god. The problem? They interact with him everyday…oh but don’t worry, it’s not like they know it’s him, so it should be fine, right?
*laughs in plot convenience*
Anyways DOODLE TIME!! (Under the cut)
(Leshycat mini-comic #1: First meeting)
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Fellas is it gay to stick around a random farmer cat because their smell reminds you of home and safety and warmth and they have a nice voice. Is it gay to think all that
(Leshycat mini-comic #2: overtime)
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They make me ILL. AND IM THE ONE CREATING THEIR STORYLINE SO LIKE. I need to throw them into the sun.
Anyways! Side plots will likely have little comics like this ones to go over the shenanigans of the side characters and silly stuff like that…I’m very excited to cover the fun lore I have planned for these two!!!
Until then :]
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(He’s got that absolutely unhinged rizz)
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draagu · 2 days
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godmode blast
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chaosandwolves · 15 hours
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WTF WTF WTF WTF
DOES HE HAVE HIS HAND ON BUCK'S HIP!??????
OR IS HE HOLDING HIS HAND!?????
THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM
IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!?????
Through @/911bts
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sombrashe · 2 days
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saw characters as tweets
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ryuukcn · 2 days
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I love love LOVE those fics where it focuses on Damian’s heritage and upbringing. Like, yes, there’s the religious aspects but I love when writers headcanon traditions that belong to the LOA. Like, there was this one where Damian, Tim and Damian followed the rites and all that, fucking BRANDED themselves and Tim basically pledged his life to protecting Jason and Damian. And Talia’s just there like “Good job, bbs <3”
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the-biggest-soup · 4 hours
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what if i do this.... what then
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meebochii · 2 days
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How much do you want Aventurine to suffer?
Honkai Star Rail: Yes.
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izayoichan · 3 days
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Someone has a first meeting with Liam's horse, and he is not to used too the horses in general
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