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littlebunno · 4 months
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Greeting with Knox🩶
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Knox - Me, Myself & Your Eyes
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darktwinteekoart · 14 days
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Finally here's my Into the Spamverse poster I've been working on! Started as a doodle and I ended up making it a full on image~ Really happy with the result!
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unteriors · 6 months
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E Lake Street, Knox, Indiana.
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leichendiener · 3 months
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he just...appears!
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nomi800 · 3 months
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Some quick Knox pics 💚
One of my new year’s goals is to learn crochet, I’m slowly figuring it out and made Knox a hat 😄
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cat-blep · 9 months
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🤠🐃
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everythingisblue-if · 6 months
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How would the ROs react to MC (in deep romance/relationship) fatally wounded after protecting them from an attack? Would they prioritise decimating the enemy or taking MC to safety? Thank you~
Lane - He would prioritize taking you to safety, but before he does so, he’ll order a very large attack to defeat the enemy who has harmed you.
“Commander, go. I have to…” He chokes on his words as his eyes roam over your limp body, your heart beating slowly. “I have to save them.”
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Henery - He would prioritize defeating the enemy. One glance at you is enough for him to wreak havoc on anyone who has caused you pain.
Henry looks out at the enemy, a sneer across his face. “Your suffering will be caused by my hand, but it will be led by their love in my heart.”
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Simon - He would carry you over his shoulder to safety, dropping you down a few feet away from where you got hurt, as he would attempt to save you.
“Okay, okay, you’re safe,” Simon breathes heavily. He leans down shakily, pressing a gentle kiss against your sweaty forehead. “This might hurt a little…”
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B - They would be so conflicted on who to focus on: the enemy at large or their love, who is injured. But they would ultimately choose you.
“I don’t—argh!” Cries of anger unleashed from their mouth as their eyes flicker between you and the enemy. “I don’t know…what to do, my love.”
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Samara - She was not raised to fight in any conflicts, so her focus would be on you and you only, regardless of what’s happening around her.
She takes your hand, firmly clasping hers around yours. “The medic is on his way, sweetheart. You’re strong, I know it. I promise you, I will get our revenge.”
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M - They would think about you first and foremost, gingerly picking your body up and attempting to carry you over a mile away from the battlefield—just in case.
“No one can hurt you here,” M declares. They hoist you higher up their chest as the “princess” carries you. “I’ll do more damage to them if they even lay an eye on you.”
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Knox - Knox is destroying the enemy. Point blank period. However, the rage is so great, that they wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone in their path, if it meant avenging you.
“You DARE lay a finger on them?” Their deep voice travels across the battlefield. “You will be dealt with.”
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Definitely love posting this ask like I didn’t disappear for two months 🤭
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hallalaween · 9 months
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Animals Crossing
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aroseofstone · 6 months
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johnny knoxville whimpering edit anyone?
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azsazz · 1 year
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Taciturn
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Beta'd by @acourtofmenandthirst in which Baz asks why Knox doesn't make any noise.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,228
Fun Fact: @acourtofmenandthirst and I are actually sisters 🤭
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“Mommy?” A small voice pulls your attention away from the two babes sleeping soundly in the cradle before you.
Azriel had offered to help you put them to sleep, but with the rest of your children cuddled up to the shadowsinger on the couch, you knew there was no way that you could ask him to move. They were all so precious together, sipping on their warmed milk, listening to the music box your mate had brought home from his travels to the Dawn Court earlier in the week. You were surprised the rowdy second-born hadn’t already fallen asleep.
Baz’s head peeks around the door to your room. He doesn’t enter like he normally would, running right in without knocking. Your mischievous son had interrupted you and Azriel more than a few times, even with your mate’s shadows keeping watch on the little ones.
“Hey baby,” you greet softly. “Want to come in?”
Baz looks towards the bassinet for a moment, and normally the little boy wouldn’t hesitate to be near his newest siblings, only a few months old, but now, as he stands gripping the frame of the door in his fingers, contemplating if he should move inside the room or not, you begin to worry. You catch a glimpse of his shiny bottom lip, wobbling as he tries to hold back a frown. 
“What’s wrong little man?” you ask, moving from the peaceful babes towards your second born, prying the door from his grasp and crouching down before him. “Are you okay?”
Baz’s gaze meets yours and as soon as you open your arms for him the boy comes stumbling in, wrapping his hands around your head for a tight hug. He clings to you for a long while, so long that your legs begin to go numb from crouching, and he sighs in relief when you stand, taking him with you as you move towards the comfortable bed.
You sit Baz next to you, still tucked beneath your arm, waiting patiently for him to speak. His feet dangle off the large bed and he clasps his hands in his lap tightly. It would be adorable if you weren’t wondering what was going to come out of your child’s mouth.
He takes a large inhale when he’s ready, and you brace yourself as the question spills from his mouth. “How come Knoxie doesn’t cry like Malos does?” 
Your gaze flickers to the bassinet where your son sleeps. Since he’d been born he hadn’t made a peep, and after the first time you’d caught him wailing with no sound coming from the tiny babe, you’d taken him straight to Madja. 
The healer had assessed the child, you holding onto Azriel’s hand tightly as she did so, terrified for the newborn. His vocal cords had not developed correctly in the womb and thus the babe would never be able to speak.
You’d collapsed in a fit of tears once all of your children had been put to bed and you were alone with your mate, saddened that your youngest wouldn’t be able to use his voice.
Baz’s eyes are wide, little brows furrowed with concern for his smallest brother as he waits for your answer. You would have been able to see your own reflection in those shiny golden eyes, with the sheen of tears that threatened to brim over the edge, had the room not been so dark. 
You swallow harshly, hugging him closer. The thought of it still makes your throat raw with emotion, even though you know Knox will be alright, and his five siblings will do anything for him. It was his twin that used her voice for the both of them, though, screaming and crying if she were ever too far from her brother. 
There was hesitancy in your second born, one you noticed quickly when the older children played with their youngest siblings. He had been afraid to touch his baby brother, despite Wren’s gentle hand running over Knox’s soft hair and Zuzu prepared to manhandle her new sister, ready to dress her up like a brand new doll. While Jax, too, was silent, it was Baz who stood the farthest away from the babes, perched on Azriel’s lap. 
“Knoxie can’t cry. His vocal cords don’t work,” you stroke your fingers through his pitch black hair as he processed, but the little boy is still confused, doesn’t understand what that means. 
So he asks, “Why not? Everyone else’s work.” His head tilts to the side, resting his chubby cheek fully against your palm. 
“When he was still growing in my tummy with Malos, the part that makes you able to speak didn’t develop for Knox. There wasn’t anything that anyone could have done to help him in there, we didn’t know until he was here,” you explain gently, feeling a tinge of worry down the bond from where Azriel is downstairs. You push a soft feeling in return, letting him know that you’re okay.
“He won’t ever be able to talk?” Baz’s eyes are once again filled with tears and it breaks your heart to see him like this, looking between the cradle and you. He grasps onto your hand tightly. Your boy takes a deep breath, through his mouth like he’s forcing himself to stay calm - to not cry. His wings flutter behind him slightly, feet kicking off the side of the bed, disrupting the mist of shadows forming around him. 
“I’m afraid not, Baz,” your own eyes are filled with tears that you struggle to push away before your son can see them. You swallow the knot in your throat, forcing yourself to smile at him, because you felt your lips curling downward in a frown, one that you’re sure would have you sobbing if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. 
Your son is quiet for a moment, thinking about what you’ve told him. His gaze wavers over his littlest brother, watching the sleeping bat scrunch his little fist in his sleep. His hands drop yours as he perks up against you, eyes bright and wings standing tall as he says, “That’s okay mommy, I’ll talk for him!”
A teary laugh bubbles from your throat as you hug him close. You know your children would do anything for each other and this only proves it. Baz is a fantastic older brother already. He loves being around his siblings and helping them navigate the world, teaching them all of the things he knows and keeping them safe; a protector like his father.
You nod, agreeing with the little boy who plants a wet kiss to your cheek before he bounds off the bed to see his little brother in the bassinet. He stands on his tiptoes to peer over the side of the crib, his growing wings flap rapidly, butt perched in the air as his wings take him only an inch off the ground. 
“See Knoxie? I can talk for the both of us,” he whispers, caressing his baby brother who’s sound asleep. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll always be here to keep you safe. I love you and Malos so much.” 
You wipe the tear that falls from the sight of your loving children, a wobbly smile on your face as you admire them. 
Everything will be okay, you know it.
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littlebunno · 4 months
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Knox w/ Haider by @kushiro00
Ver. Human form
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chameleon8 · 27 days
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I made this a while ago and forgot about it
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dicacen · 5 months
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“He’s a rat! He’s in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself.”
Ah yes, dead poets society, another of my beloved pieces of media aside from the obvious ofmd obsession
These are, in order: Knox, Charlie and Meeks
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Knox - Love Letter
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some new pictures of Johnny on his birthday! 💘
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