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max-julyfield · 2 years
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HELLO URL?!!!?!? i’ll bring back my pasooripdf era soon, but not yet 😔
YES THANKS😭
PLs do, we three can have pasoori url @pasoorigf
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femaleidol · 8 months
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"no problem" band live clip
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bunnithechubs · 2 months
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nothing like getting broken up with @ your little brother's FNAF themed bday party. To top it off he ages up and is instantly a popular geek. anissa is crying and throwing up rn. (also laughing at anissa getting the ick mid pregnancy announcement- like can't a teen boy cry in peace?!)
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Ok, but am I wrong tho?
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kindheartedgummybears · 6 months
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so ummmm out of spite im posting the mcdonalds tierlist🥱🥱
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK @ssssatoru and @unhingedlesbear for some of these placements cuz I was STUCK😭🙏
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hancocksleftnut · 4 months
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Some Charon Head Cannons I Finally have the Balls to Share:
He was a US Green Beret captured in Anchorage by Chinese and Russian Special Forces in 2076, 11 months before the Great War and had many experiments done on him while a POW.
He was deployed at 28, one of the youngest in his squad. Charon was born in Pennsylvania and came from a military background, later joining the US Army at 19, soon after the USA announced war against the Republic of China.
In the end, he would be the only survivor from his squad, all others having been executed or dying from the Dachau-Level experiments.
As tensions around the world heightened, the US government burned all records of him and his squadron, considering them casualties of war.
As a POW (Prisoner of War) his physical stature, mental fortitude, and expert combat training made him a candidate for a “Reprograming Operation” by the Russian KGB where he was the only successful test subject.
After months of brainwashing he was finally assigned to a KGB Spy who was planted in the US government, where he was designed to assassinate and perform other reconnaissance operations.
However, the Great War broke out mere months after he was “assigned” and his contract made many unfortunate passes before reaching the Lone Wanderers.
Charon’s previous employers all had dark, ulterior motives that mainly used him as a deviant errand boy. When he becomes employed by the LW, he almost feels at peace. Though he will forever live with PTSD, he is able to put his guard down in certain circumstances, giving him small glimpses of joy and happiness again.
Until he becomes to care too much, and becomes over protective. The LW unknowingly reminds him of his pre-war life. When there was still hope and a dream of change. He doesn’t know why, but he clings to their selflessness. He watches people abuse the LW’s kindness, and then get stuck in a cycle of people pleasing because they are the Wastelands Last Hope.
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gncrezan · 5 months
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AHHHH i am too!!! literally can never find other nepali people about omg :DD
HOROORORAAYYY OH MY GOD!!!! apologies for stalking your blog and then the IF u are writing i migiht get worse now that i get my hands on nepalese-written characters and AN ACTUAL NEPALI CHARACTER I THINK??? (MIN? :") !!!!) anyways have some specific niche nepali comics/sketches that i drew like months ago . it's all nick wiseman/oc stuff (not sure if you have played mind blind?? so sorry that i'm throwing this at you cause im like omg u will understand)
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hope this wasn't too insanely self indulgent of me to throw at you, nick-laila have almost been stolen away from mind blind atp and they're being churned into their own thing LOL
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also glad to know someone will understand the perfect nepali man that i've created all for myself, wherein i project the perfect nepali daughter onto a man. this is #gender. like i do think if a man made selroti from scratch it wouldn't even take 5 minutes i'd be in love. is the bar on the floor? maybe. but good selroti is literally worth everything
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xanthezhou · 2 years
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What're you going to do, Death?
The Many Deaths of Laila Starr by Ram V and Filipe Andrade
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thesunshinecourts · 1 month
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countdown to tsc: apr 8., 2024, 23:51 pdt
63. indigo skies just before dawn // jeremy knox, in the early morning light
“Why are you – Jesus, Cat, would you turn that off?” Jeremy says, holding a hand over his eyes.
“Whoops, my b,” Catalina says, flicking off her torch. She gives Jeremy a smile, one that doesn’t shift off her face even when Laila snorts and Catalina drives an elbow into her side.
“Ow! Bitch,” Laila mutters, no heat.
“Why are we out here?” Jeremy asks before they can start up again. He loves them dearly, down to his bones, but they’re like a runaway train sometimes, and he’d really like to get an answer for why they’re up and huddled on the roof access at fuck o’clock in the morning.
Laila points. Jeremy’s gaze follows her finger, over the air vents and powerboards and whatever the fuck else is encased in metal boxes on the roof (Jeremy wouldn’t know, but his sister might), all the way through to a solitary figure sitting on the edge of the roof, one knee pulled up and tucked beneath his chin, the other leg dangling over the side.
Ah.
“Your room literally has a TV,” Jeremy says to Catalina, even as he slides past them on the roof access stairs to head properly towards Jean. She scoffs.
“This is way more entertaining,” she says, then turns to her girlfriend. “Babe, we should have brought popcorn.”
“What happened to your meal plan with Xavier?” Laila asks, snorting.
Jeremy can’t hear Cat’s response, only that the tone is vaguely indignant, because he’s halfway across the roof now. The wind isn’t very strong, but the light breeze snatches her words away, carrying them out towards the ocean.
They’re some thirteen miles from the beach right now. Jeremy wishes he were closer. Historically, the only thing he gets up this early for—unless one of the coaches is calling for an especially early practice for drills—is to catch the best waves before the rest of the city wakes up.
Jean Moreau isn’t so bad, though, as far as new habits go.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jeremy says, stepping onto the raised edge next to Jean.
Jean, predictably, ignores this, just tilting his head back to look at Jeremy. “They’re not very subtle,” he says dryly.
“No,” Jeremy agrees, folding his legs in a complicated single movement to end up sitting beside Jean. “They’re not known for that.”
With a hum and a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glance at Jeremy’s bare knees, Jean returns his gaze to the horizon. This high up, they can see the blue of the ocean, but only just. It’s not enough for Jeremy, who immediately misses it. He wishes they were at the pier, or the beach, or in the backseat of Cat’s van down the I-5, with her stubborn manual wind down windows and the salt air in their face as they approach San Diego.
Jean’s eyes are on the sky, the deep purples and blues of a world before the sun decides to show her face. Sometimes, when they sit here like this, Jeremy wonders what Jean thinks about. If he’s still angry to be here, if he thinks about Riko, about Kevin, about Renee. If he misses his family, or if they even count as that to him anymore. Sometimes Jeremy thinks maybe he’s thinking about Exy. He’s never been able to decide if that’s a sad or happy thought; on almost anyone, Jeremy would think Exy could be a good thought in moderation, but sad when it’s all you can think about. Jean is something different.
Sometimes Jeremy thinks it would be sad, if that were what Jean was thinking about so intently as he stared out into a sky full of possibility, because there should be something that matters more than a sport Jeremy isn’t sure he even likes. Sometimes Jeremy thinks it would be a relief; he’s known Jean for several years now, though only really since he came to USC, and even the last few months has been enough for Jeremy to know, bone-deep, that there have been many other things Jean has lived through that would be worse to think about.
Exy, for Jeremy, is a sport. It’s a game. He loves it, and he’s good at it, and he leads a team for it, but at the end of the day, it’s a game and he gets to choose to get up and play it.
He’s not sure Jean has ever really had that choice, but he doesn’t know how to ask. He’s not sure if he should, even.
The last time he spoke to Kevin, he’d started, a little hesitantly, “So, Jean doesn’t really l—” and Kevin’s face had shut down so fast—eyes big and green and mournful, jaw tight, lips drawn closed, like he didn’t know what would emerge if they didn’t—that Jeremy had immediately shut up, shaken his head, and said, “You know what, never mind. Hey, where’s the nearest vending machine? I need gummy worms.” That had drawn Kevin out of his head enough to pull out his phone and text Aaron—get fucked, came the reply, but Kevin just kept texting until Jeremy assumes Aaron gave up just to make him stop, because nine minutes later there was stomping outside and then, in quick succession, a scowling blond emerging in the doorway and a small plastic packet whizzing at Kevin’s head; Jeremy thinks that the one thing everyone in the world must agree Kevin Day possesses, other than the best hands in the game and the most handsome smile on the planet, is more tenacity than anyone else would know what to do with—whilst simultaneously lecturing Jeremy about his body being a temple.
(Jeremy’s heard the unabridged version of that lecture, where Kevin gets increasingly irate with Nicky, Andrew and Aaron as they one-by-one pull things out of the kitchen pantry that make him prone to cardiac arrest; he gets off pretty lucky. Maybe Nicky has a point about Trojans privilege.)
“I’m surprised they got you up,” Jean says, and Jeremy smiles ruefully.
“I think it would be worse if they didn’t,” he says. “It’s weirder if they’re just watching you by themselves.”
Jean shoots him a look, mostly blank, but something wry and amused flickering in his eyes. “And with you here instead, we’ll, what, give them a show?”
Jeremy chokes on saliva, his own tongue, and approximately any shred of dignity he’s managed to repossess since he was seventeen and he was trying to unzip his neighbour’s bra under her guidance and he accidentally got it stuck half-undone.
There’s a smirk on Jean’s face when he turns back to the sky, but his tone is impressively neutral when he says, “Yes, this must be endlessly entertaining for them. A much better decision than sleeping in, I’m sure.”
Jeremy forcibly pushes the flirting—was it flirting? He thinks so. He hopes so, maybe, but that’s a whole other can of worms to deal with later in the privacy of the shower—aside to clear his throat and say, “Hey, if it works for you…”
There’s a beat. Two. Then Jean says, a little quieter, even though he was already quiet to begin with, “At the Nest, we never got to see the sunrise.”
Well, now Jeremy feels like a dick.
“Not that anyone would have seen it with me,” Jean adds. “Kevin is terrible at waking up, Riko was terrible at being away from Kevin unless it suited his whims to be, and my roommate—” He breaks off. It sounds like a pause, but Jeremy waits, and no more comes.
“Would you have wanted company?” Jeremy asks. He’s aware it’s a loaded question, given he is company right now, but it’s a real one. He hopes Jean knows that.
Jean furrows his brow. “It wouldn’t have mattered,” he says. He looks at his hands, then Jeremy’s knees again, then the sky once more. “My wants did not enter into equations. It never occurred to me to think about that.”
It’s maybe the saddest thing Jean has ever said. Jeremy has this thought at least a dozen times per month.
“Well,” Jeremy says, injecting a little more brightness into his voice than he actually feels, “now you can think about it. You’ve got company. How does it feel?”
Jean glances back from the sky, eyes roving over Jeremy’s legs, then his knees, staying there for a beat longer than Jeremy knows what to do with, then all the way up to Jeremy’s face.
“It’s not so bad,” Jean says, and Jeremy smiles.
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bootay-hole · 2 months
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more of my doodles from school FEATURINGGGGG my ocs that i’ve never talked about and also some random designs i drew bc school is boring 👍
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baldurs-gate-simp · 5 months
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Gale and Laila's Kids Headcanons
There's a lot again and trigger warning for birth
Have three girls (seven, four, and one) 
Theodosia Fay or Dosia, the oldest of the bunch, has blonde hair and peach skin like Laila, and brown eyes like Gale. She is very intelligent and works easily with the Weave. She holds her father’s knack for magic and books. She is like her mother though with her kindness and animal loving. 
Her birthday is Kythorn (June) 20th. It’s the summer solstice. She was five days late and was born naturally at the healer’s maternity ward. She’s born at 5:20 am. She’s 6.1 lbs, and 20.1 inches long at birth. 
Dosia is the kid that finds animals in the forest and befriends them. There are now squirrels and owlbears that sit by the door waiting for Dosia to put out their food. Gale and Laila find it endearing, and the animals love them. 
Dosia’s favorite activity is reading with her dad in his study after work. When Laila goes to the market, she’ll always find them a new book to read. The last book she found was about an orphaned owlbear who was taken in by bears and learned to adapt. It’s Theo's favorite book. 
Her favorite item is her teddy bear that was given to her by her grandfather Hale, Laila’s dad. He kept it for her mother because it was the last item he had from her before she was abandoned. 
Gwendolyn Irene or Gwen, the middle child, has ginger hair like her grandfather Hale and brown eyes like Gale. She has extremely peach skin and freckles like Laila. She’s a lot like her mama with her knack for the outdoors and adventuring. However, she is so smart. She easily excels in classes and reading like Gale. 
Her birthday is Nightal (December) 1st. She was supposed to be born at the whaler’s ward like her sister but is instead born at home due to a blizzard. Luckily, Morena comes over and helps coach them through it. She was born one day overdue and she’s born at 10:39pm. She’s 5.11 lbs and 19.9 inches long. 
Gwen loves cooking with her dad. Her favorite is the pumpkin stew he makes in the autumn around Feast of the Moon. They go to market together, get all the supplies and spend all day marinating the meat and softening the pumpkins. It’s her favorite food. 
She loves owlbears and when she sees them she just squeals. 
Her favorite activity with her mother is gardening. They have a large garden behind the house they own and every year they plant an extraordinary garden with fruits, veggies, and herbs. 
Her favorite item is her blankie that has her name embroidered in it. It’s an item Astarion made for her for her birth. It’s purple and has black embellishments on it with small gold accents, like the colors from Gale and Laila’s wedding. In gold writing it states “Gwendolyn Irene Dekarios.” 
The last baby is Josephine Maeve or Josie. She has brunette hair and tanner skin like Gale, but freckles and heterochromia with a blue eye and brown eye like Laila. Like Laila, she has a heart of gold and can make friends with anyone. Like Gale, she is so good at spellcasting and magic. 
She was born on Alturiak (February) 13th. She is two weeks early. When Laila goes into labor, she panics. It’s too early and Gale doesn’t help freaking out. Morena comes over to watch the girls as they rush to the healer's ward. As soon as they get there, Laila discusses how dizzy she feels and immediately they notice the blood surrounding her feet. They rush her back into surgery to save her and hopefully the baby as well. 
When Josie is born she’s 5.1 lbs and 18.1 inches long. She’s born at 9:07am and while she’s strong, she’s healthy. Laila is a bit dazed but comes out fully alright, but they have to perform an emergency hysterectomy to stop her bleeding. 
She loves fishing with Gale for dinner. She even has a fishing pole that Halsin made her when she was a baby.
While Halsin is close with all the kids, being an honorary uncle/grandpa, he immediately clicks with them. He adores them and always spoils them. When they visit the grove, he makes them a room to stay in with toys and books. They adore him back. 
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max-julyfield · 2 years
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HI new person new mutual in law <3
Hieeeee :3
I see, the popular girl shat, has yet again made me cross path with lovely lovely moots in law
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abluethingphantom · 6 months
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I finished the buttons for the character specific gallery pages. I have one more, but it's more of a miscellaneous folder for non date able characters such.
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thedeerslamb · 2 years
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(pg 3) ((if wondering the pages I’m sharing now are from Alastor’s old design, these pages were made awhile ago so ya)) 
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stinkyme · 7 months
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HII ITS MEEE
HAVE YOU GOT DISCORD? OR TT OR SM LIKE THAT :) <333
HELLO!! NOPE, I DON'T USE DISCORD AND I DELETED TT LIKE...OVER A MONTH AGO 💀 I only use whatsapp and instagram besides tumblr :)
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slasheru · 8 months
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how would the romancables react to mc wanting kids with them (biological or adopted doesnt matter)
Oh my god how have I never thought about this?!?!?!?1
HEX: Holy SHIT Hex would be the best dad ever. EVER EVER EVER. He's out there giving horsie rides (no offense to Headless Horsemike), swinging the kids around, letting them ride on his shoulders, playing pretend, letting them dress him up, taking them to the park, I'm actually getting weirdly emotional thinking about how wonderful of a dad Hex would be. So warm and compassionate and understanding and loving :'))) and he'd be an AMAZING stay-at-home dad, too. Downside is he'd want like, 7 fucking kids. GOOD LUCK.
TATE: Tate never, ever wants kids, or so he says. The reason should be obvious (he never wants to end up like his dad or mom), but if he accidentally knocked the Player up OR somehow found himself in the position of having to look after a kid, he'd step up to the plate HARD. Tate might not be the most mentally well dad, and he might not know how to even, like, INTERACT with a kid ("uh.... is Saw appropriate for a 6 year old? No? Okay, I can do this. PeeWee's Playhouse was directed by Burton, right??") but he WILL show up to all their events and sports games and plays and graduation. He will try SO FUCKING HARD to be the best dad because he never had one, even if he doesn't know how. I love you Tate :'((((
LAILA: Takes this shit SO SERIOUSLY it's not even funny, lmao. Laila treats having kids (probably wisely??) like it's arranging a contract between feudal kingdoms. Are we financially stable? What will happen if we break up? What religion are we raising the kid?? (Laila doesn't follow a religion but she'd freak out about this sort of thing, for sure). That said, if she was in love with the Player and was ready to take the next step?? Get ready for 2.5 kids (the national average), AND starting to pick out what kindergarten they're going to when you're just STARTING to adopt/try for kids. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR ALPHA MOM (Laila)
SAWYER: Okay, Sawyer has never said this and it's never come up, but he would secretly ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO HAVE KIDS. Like, a LOT. It's something he's always dreamed about - finding someone to settle down with, maybe having a family, having his own law practice or just being a good criminal justice lawyer helping people everywhere, it's SO wholesome. (Unlike Sawyer's sex life and murder career, which is holesome). Sawyer would probably prefer to adopt cause he's the kind of guy who thinks there are plenty of kids out there who need help (plus, he'd kind of rather teach a toddler how to communicate with the world than look after a straight-up newborn baby, but if you DID have bio-kids, you bet that baby would be SPOILED ROTTEN (positive, ofc)!
JUNO: Nope nope nope nope nope. Nope nope nope. No no no no. Oh, Player, c'mon. Why did you have to ruin this? It's a wonder that Juno even made it out alive (dead???) being the [ACT 1 JUNO SPOILERS] offspring of a dead guy and a live woman, but who KNOWS what would happen if you guys had a kid?? Plus, Juno is MAD dysphoric about getting knocked up. Maybe they'd be more okay with it if the kid was adopted, but Juno was meant to be the cool aunt/uncle and DEFFO not a parent. At least, that's what they say. (:
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