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#or planning on it anyway lol!
renata-dp · 2 months
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Since I've seen it I couldn't stop thinking about it (please don't kill me x,,d)
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Ironically I think Doofenshmirtz and Perry's dynamic kinda could work with Mike and William
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wasabi-gumdrop · 7 days
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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!
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reds-skull · 9 months
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Can't believe I had to google "rare puns" for this comic
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vulcan-moon · 1 year
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happy holidays from garfield and miku (:
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khytal · 6 months
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liar, liar
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pygmypouter · 10 months
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This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it!
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lilybug-02 · 4 months
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You’re making a lot of promises there Chara…
Part 24 || First || Previous || Next
—Full Series—
I enjoyed doing this little Flashback scene. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled freakout session soon. Having monochrome color is very nice.
Here is a gif of Chara spilling their water because YES. And I spent way too long on it :)
Wow technology is so cool.
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ookamihanta · 6 months
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super sons week 2023 day 1 - Firsts
Jon and Damian's first crush, so they go to their first brothers for advice, but little do they know, Jon and Damian are the lasts to find out about their crushes on the other.
@super-sons-week-2023
also for anyone curious, this is what Jon is saying: "What do I do, Conner? Will he think I'm weird if he knew I like-like him? O-Or that I'm weird because I also like other boys??? He's my best friend. I don't want to lose him just because of these. Feelings! And he means so much to me! I couldn't stand it if he said he didn't want to be my friend anymore! B-But I also want to be more than just friends! Why is this so hard??"
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vrronica-sawyer · 20 days
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On the job 🏃‍♀️
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pancakemolybdenum · 1 year
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happy bday!!!! suit time!!
jade
dave
rose
beta kids
alpha kids
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llovelymoonn · 2 months
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web weaving on things falling apart just as they were getting better? hope you're having a lovely day <3
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fatima aamer bilal (@fatimaamerbilal) days where my whole world is my bed \\ ernest hemingway a farewell to arms (via @metamorphesque) \\ jean-marc lehwald \\ jean-marc lehwald \\ jihyun yun some are always hungry: "reversal" (via @feral-ballad) \\ jean-marc lehwald \\ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: "march 10, 1912" \\ franz kafka the metamorphosis (via @fromdarzaitoleeza) \\ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1914-1923: "february 1, 1922" \\ jean-marc lehwald
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hugs-and-stabbies · 6 days
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[ part 6 : end ]
[link to previous part]
and we're done!! I made yall some lil epilogue type of doodles for sticking by me through this tiny little comic! they're under the cut ^^
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actual-changeling · 5 months
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i crave the emotional catharsis that would come with crowley taking care of his plans, in so much pain but swallowing it down and pretending it's not real, finally having the mental breakdown he deserves.
he's taking care of his plants, a detached look on his face, misting them and making sure they're all healthy and have enough space to grow. after he returned, he stopped talking to them for the most part. they welcomed him back, they had missed him—shax is not the nicest or most interesting company to keep—and now they're worried.
crowley sleeps, paces, mists his plants, gets drunk, and sleeps some more. everything to stop feeling. until he sees a leaf spot on one of them. a tiny imperfection, barely worth a shout, and yet.
a tremor works it way through him, his knees always giving out, and he presses one palm against the wall to keep himself upright. wave after wave of shame, bright and stabbing in the middle of his chest, reminds him why he left.
not good enough.
crowley had tried, someone knows he tried. it's hard to regain a soul, harder yet to shape it into something worth loving, someone worth living for, but he had tried.
his fingers curl around the pot and before he can stop himself he flings it across the room, listening to it shatter. can't even do that right, can he? can't raise fucking plans, can't keep his STUPID mouth shut, can't make him stay because who would want to be stuck with him forever? no one, that's who, and after six thousand years, aziraphale had seemingly reached his blessed limit and taken the first chance to leave.
another plant follows with a scream, dirt and broken stems covering the floor and staining the walls, and then another and another and another until he can fall to his knees amidst the ruins of his life.
clay shards are cutting his palms open as he doubles over, sobs wrecking through him like thunder, and his tears carve clean paths down his dirty hands.
"i tried," he whispers, voice hoarse from yelling, "i'm sorry, i tried."
crowley's wings unfurl with an almost silent gust of air, blacking out the sunlight streaming in. he drags himself to the nearest corner before wrapping his arms and wings around himself, and curling up as tightly as possible.
"i tried," he keeps breathing into feathers and fabric, "i tried, i tried, i tried."
over and over until his voice fails him and then some more. it is almost a lullaby, the words taking whatever is left of his heart and gently rocking it back and forth. crowley falls asleep like that, exhausted and broken and lonely. just as sleep pulls him under, he stops his repetition, his mouth shaping phrase after phrase.
for the very first time since his fall, crowley closes his eyes and prays.
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kastillia · 2 months
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thoselittleboats · 5 months
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BG3 text posts - Raphael (1/?)
bonus - spoiler
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a2zillustration · 4 months
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I've been waiting for an excuse to tell you why Croissant is called Croissant for SO LONG
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