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#ive been staring at this for too long
hoohoobeanie · 3 months
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if grown man why baby girl?
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endfght · 4 months
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they sit basking in the warmth of a fresh-built fire, stewing in the silence of the aftermath of chaos. their evening had begun like every other that had come before it : a long day of travel coming to an end, a warm place to sleep at night sought out and fortified, some kind of meal thrown together with the random amalgamation of scraps they'd had left over before finally relaxing beside the fire. they'd been in the middle of their makeshift meal (the last bit of their week-old rice and some canned beans they'd happened across earlier in the day) when the sound of heavy steps on the wooden porch just outside the door stopped them mid-conversation. and in excruciating silence they lingered for what felt like forever ⸻ until all at once there was a boot kicking in the flimsy chair they had propped up under the handle and two men came barging in. until benjamin jumped up from his spot without a second thought and threw himself at the first one he saw. until his fists were flying and the other one was on his back and then there was nothing but bodies on the ground, and his hands were shaking and nadia's voice was muffled in his face. then there was silence again, long and uncomfortable as they shuffled around to clean up the mess.
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❝ you doin' okay ? ❞ gaze finally lifts from the burning pile in front of them to nadia's face at his side, blinking back to reality as his brows knit together. there comes no protest as @innocentsbled reaches out and takes hold of his hand, no words when she lifts it to her mouth and presses soft kisses against bruised knuckles. blood had long since been washed clean, though the stain of it lingered in the creases of his fingers ⸺ an ache had begun to settle in to his joints, an all-too-familiar soreness that crept in following the come-down of his overwhelming adrenaline. upon her final peck he leans into her touch, opposite hand raising to brush fingers through her hair, to pull her closer and press a kiss of his own to the top of her head. ❝ you ought'a get some rest. been a long day, tomorrow's probably gonna be even longer. ❞
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broodsys · 8 months
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glares at the map of thedas
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amygdalae · 1 month
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hes just a hungry guy
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justarandomart · 2 months
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they went to the fair or something
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cheekylittlepupp · 2 months
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listen this is very random but...I used to think people edit his eyes brighter in this scene but lord...
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lucrel · 5 months
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been in a technoblade mood recently. o7 my king
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saintsinthecity · 1 year
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i look good! (what's so wrong with that?)
for @jacksmannequin
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s0fter-sin · 9 days
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soapghost circus au
ghost’s an extreme motorcycle stunt performer - globe of death, riding on his back wheel along tightropes, that sort of thing
soap’s a fire breather/dancer. he’s a roaming performer; he just finds empty spaces or bored people and starts twirling
he pretends not to notice the way he always wanders towards a certain tent every night to watch a certain masked daredevil defy gravity. he thinks he's slick and that ghost won't notice him in the crowd, completely forgetting that he's carrying something that happens to be on fire
ghost couldn't miss him if he tried
one day off, soap's trialing fire whips; he loves the loud crack and the way the flame licks through the air and maybe he's a little too impatient to practice with non flaming whips first, even though he's never used one before
he's covered in soot and fine welts where the tip of the whip keeps flicking back up at him, cutting through his shirt and stinging his skin but he doesn't let that stop him. it starts to stick to him, damp with sweat and blood and he's quick to strip it off; throwing it to the side to keep practicing
when soap finally gets a few good cracks in a row and breaks to celebrate, he almost jumps out of his skin when he sees the masked rider leaning against a trailer watching him
of all the times he's wanted ghost to talk to him, this is not one of them
he wanted to impress him, dance for him with his flaming batons and be mesmerised by his fluidity and skill
not catch him filthy and struggling with something as basic as a whip
he's ready for ghost to ream him out for not having control over the whip - he's known throughout the circuit for expecting utter perfection in his routines - but when ghost finally does speak, it's only to ask if he's done for the day
soap falters for a moment. he wanted to get some consistency with the whip before he stopped, but he's starting to feel the hours of practice; muscles aching and skin blistered with minor burns
he says he is and ghost pushes off the trailer, nodding his head to make soap follow. he brings him back to his trailer and tells him to clean up then takes out his personal med kit to treat the grazes on soap's skin
soap's shocked; for all that he loves to watch ghost perform, they've never really talked before
part of why he joined the circus was so he wouldn't be a burden on anyone, the oldest in a family with too many mouths to feed and not even time to nurture, and here he is taking up ghost's valuable practice time be he wasn't good enough to handle his own discipline. he tries to brush him off, downplaying the burns and tries to leave before half them can be treated but ghost just glares and orders him to sit back down
ghost does expect perfection from himself but it isn’t out of any malice or ego; it's bc he knows if he isn't perfect, he could very easily die. he’s picked a dangerous profession and he gives it the respect it deserves. there isn't any shame in being a novice or failing at something; he thinks there's a lot of beauty in having the courage to get back up again and again
so every day he watches soap practice and bullies him into his trailer to put him back together bc he knows he won't do it by himself
and every night soap wanders over to ghost's section of the fair grounds, in awe of his skill and wishing he could be worthy of the care he gives him
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dropitdoeeyes · 6 months
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Who will remember your names once you’re gone? / I have written mine across the starry sky
Id: A drawing of Drumbot Brian from The Mechanisms taking Laika the space dog on a walk. They run along a spacelike background, stepping across stars that form a path. Laika—a white dog with a brown head, space helmet, and mechanized tail—drags Brian behind her. Brian is a brass man with signs of oxidization, wearing a white collared shirt, brown vest, and a matching black tophat, blazer, and pants. Brian stumbles slightly, smiling. end id.
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squuote · 1 year
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i just wanted to give him a cartoon mallet. for some reason
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borkb11 · 9 months
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Me when shading is becoming kinda fun
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tizzymcwizzy · 1 year
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fuck it all i just made them brighter
did i say how much fun i had drawing these? i had a lot of fun :))
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comfortyart · 1 year
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Idiots to Lovers
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krakenshaped · 5 months
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Everybody say thank you Alluring Secret ~ Black Vow by Hitoshizuku-P ft Kagamine Rin and Len
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made-nondescript · 2 years
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nooo don’t end your 50% complete series by having your elytra break your so cool aha (day 4: break)
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