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lunartwork · 2 months
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purple hyacinth
quick sketch of today
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percivalishavingfun · 3 months
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Heres an addition the the group!
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I like to think he has glasses, but I neglected to draw them this time
Thats on me lmaoooo
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whorthemysterygirls · 11 days
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Rip my sweet prince, I COULD’VE CHANGED HIM ☹️☹️☹️☹️
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ervotica · 14 days
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we were ROBBED of ser harwin scenes in hotd because he was hands down the sexiest character in the whole show
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plafondlamp · 3 months
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“and the look that he gave her made me shiver
'cause he always used to look at me that way”
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softdadleon · 1 year
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Mason family reunion
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plutosring · 2 days
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thinking abt my oc again
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scopekale · 10 months
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i love geordi 😓😓😓😓
theres a geordi love club and we are the presidents
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spoopkook · 1 year
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I was reminded of this video's existence recently and I love Mark and Felicia so
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jarrodsbowen · 2 months
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scamacca scored omg
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Michael has a hard time retelling FNAF sister location
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xx-sketchy-xx · 3 months
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It was the cutest dream I’ve ever had.
Wally, except baby size, and he hung out with me all day
andthentheworldsortastartedfallingapartbutthatsok
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his daughter is not a weapon!
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kuroosdarling · 1 year
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work husband!kuroo who starts everyday by bringing you a can of coffee. claiming he ended up getting two by accident, but really just wanted to start off the day right by talking to his favorite coworker.
work husband!kuroo who always runs little errands for you — refills the printer paper for you, getting you a new legal pad, bringing you the nicest pens — no matter how busy he is. he just loves to dote on you.
work husband!kuroo who can’t help but linger around your department, always finding a way to come over even if it means doing mundane tasks he normally doesn’t have to. any chance to see you or talk to you, he’ll take it.
work husband!kuroo who looks for you at every work party and is always blown away by how amazing you look. he’ll quickly wrap up (drop) whatever conversation he’s in so he can slink up to you with his signature smirk, hoping this time he’ll finally charm you.
work husband!kuroo who desperately wants more with you, but settles on being your go-to guy at work. it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it though, but he won’t try anything as he isn’t sure you feel the same way. (spoiler alert: you do.)
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lousysharkbutt · 1 month
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it's been a while huh
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kentopedia · 6 months
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if we're asking for nanami thoughts then i just wanna know how he'd act if you came home llate from a mission or work jwjbsbs i need this rn
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAFE & SOUND — nanami kento
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contents: gn!reader 🤍 heheh i didn't mean to write a whole little drabble but i cannot resist something like this ! sfw & a little bit of angst for kicks and giggles — 700
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given the nature of being a sorcerer, nanami can't help but get worried when you're running late. he watches the clock tick, minute after minute passing while you still haven't answered his calls.
he's nervous, of course he's nervous. but he doesn't want to be annoying. he knows you can take care of yourself, knows you're strong and capable; and he doesn't want to seem like an overprotective boyfriend. even if it terrifies him that he can't get a hold of you.
instead, he'll just wait for your response, pace the apartment with his phone in his hands and pretend like everything's fine.
kento tries to stay calm. but 45 minutes have passed, and you still haven't answered him.
he's not usually an anxious man, not usually one to let his emotions get the best of him; but his palms are sweaty, his hands shaky, and he can't remember the last time he's felt so on edge.
the dinner he made earlier is already cold, even his own, which he can't bring himself to eat now.
kento's beginning to wonder if he needs to start making calls. there's no need for him to overreact, not when he hasn't been informed that your mission went awry. perhaps satoru knows where you are, shoko, one of the students.
or maybe not. if he doesn't get an answer soon, he'll consider going out after you.
he waits for ten more minutes. the seconds drag on and on.
kento's finger hovers over gojo's contact name. he contemplates.
but the door unlocks just before he can click it, and you're stepping through the threshold, shaking off your coat like nothing's wrong. your hair's a little wind-blown, but otherwise, kento can't spot anything off about you. there's no noticeable wounds, no pain in your expression other than exhaustion.
he's to you in just a few steps, dropping his phone back on the table to take you into his arms. you don't even have time to take your shoes off before he's crushing you to his chest, a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing it near his heart.
you can hear it hammering in his ribcage, an erratic rhythm that makes guilt flower in your stomach. already, you feel so horrible, you'd been in such a rush to get home.
"kento," you say softly, apologetically, and he swallows, kissing your forehead. he's trying to pretend like nothing's wrong, like he wasn't just scared out of his mind, but you can see right through it. "i didn't mean to worry you."
it doesn't take a genius to realize he'd been afraid, not with the way he can't take his hands off of you.
he breathes, kisses the top of your head. "you didn't call me back."
"my phone died. i didn't get the chance to." you feel so, so awful, especially since you know that this has always been his greatest fear.
time after time, he's lived while other sorcerers die, and you know, even if he doesn't tell you, that he's just waiting for it to be you next. for it to be you lying on that steely table, leaving kento all alone, hardened to the world, perhaps forever.
"i'm so, so sorry, kento," you say, pressing your hand against his chest, feeling as the rhythm of his heartbeat dies down. "i was going to call you back as soon as i finished the mission, and then–"
"shh," he squeezes you tight once more, reassuring, "it's okay. it's not your fault, sweetheart."
"i should've been more prepared." your features pinch together. "i should've charged my phone before i left."
"it's okay," kento says again, and you're not sure when you became the one that's being consoled. "the important thing is that you're home safe and sound."
you swallow down your guilt, kissing his collarbone, the closest part of him that you can get your lips on. "i don't like worrying you."
finally, kento pulls away. you can see the distress that's slowly fading, the way his hands stop their nervous shaking. he brushes a piece of hair away from your face, smiling softly. the expression is almost sad, but there's so much love there, so much affection that you ache.
"well there's nothing we can do about that," he says, kissing your forehead before slinging an arm over your shoulder. "i worry about you all the time."
you open your mouth to argue, but it dies quickly. your rebuttal is futile, hypocritical. you worry about him just as much.
"i'm going to be just fine," you tell him as he leads you to the kitchen, where the cold food is sitting there, waiting. "i'll always make it home to you."
he smiles, and squeezes your hand once. "i sure hope so."
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