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timaeusterrored · 2 months

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I cannot believe I haven’t posted this yet but

@kharonion once again being amazing and did a Valentine’s Day comm for my baby Venus and Kerry💕 I love finally getting to see them together

#THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY #and also just thank you for letting me be annoying about Venus #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #Venus Ambrose #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #otp: sunflower

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cubur · 1 year

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For last year's fanzine〜🌻

#narusasu #naruto #sasuke #Naruto Uzumaki #Sasuke Uchiha #sns #fanzine #zine #sunflower #high school #bicycle #ice cream #one of the rare zines that i was able to finish by chance #my otp #my art

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gr33nmushy · 3 months

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late st valentine post

we love lawlu and I hate romance

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jackseverywhere · 8 months

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What is the ship that is a ship because all shipping but nobody speaks of the ship because in fact nobody shipping directly?

Adorable couple of sunshine

#MJH: Muppet Jack Headcanon #muppets #muppets fanart #muppets mayhem #the electric mayhem #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #lips muppet #janice muppets #Janice x Lips #Lips x Janice #polymayhem #otp: sunflower n' sunshine

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breezypunk · 2 months

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Blown away by how gorgeous this is! Thank you @kharonion for this wonderful piece of the best boys, you have such a beautiful art style. ♥︎

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 art #goro takemura #takemura goro #takemura x v #takemura x masc v #male v #masc v #oc: vaughn leblanc #otp: golden hues #others art #kharonion art #the sunflowers #their expressions #it's so them sdgnskjgnfgk #so freaking cute I can't stop looking at them ♥︎

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rosehathawhey · 2 months

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THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS Season 51, Episode 91 | Aired February 13, 2024

#these are two scenes merged together lmao #but whatever it fits so fight me #the young and the restless #chance and summer #summance #chance x summer #summer newman #chance chancellor #allison lanier #conner floyd #yr #yredit #soapedit #soaps #my gifs #otp: i don't seem to forget anything that you tell me #otp: boy scout and sunflower girl

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kazoosandfannypacks · 5 months

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Sunflower (GhostFlower drabble)

requested by @laughingphoenixleader

The hardest part of jumping between dimensions wasn't the food or the advertising or randomly glitching— for someone like Gwen Stacy, it was the music.

No matter how hard she tried to tell herself otherwise, Pat Mahome's Wildflower was nowhere near the same song Miles was always playing. The vocals were similar, but the beat in the back was off, and the lyrics only rhymed with the lyrics she knew.

But maybe what she felt was missing most of all was Miles' voice, mumbling along to his favorite song like no one else was listening.

Because apparently, she had been.

(a/n and tags under the cut)

a/n: I promise y'all, Hera and I were not in kahoots as to what song the number she picked was. She literally just picked a number based on her ennagram type, and it happened to be the absolute right song for the ship she chose! So I had a lot of fun with this drabble!

taglist: {i currently don’t have a ghostflower taglist! if you’d like to be added to this list, let me know!}

📀 Spotify Wrapped Drabble Roulette

#the ol' kazzle drabble #ghostflower #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #miles morales #fanfiction #ff #ghostflower fanfiction #kazzy writes #kazzy writes fanfic #gwiles #sunflower #post malone #yes i've decided pat mahomes is the rapper in gwen's dimension. fight me.#otp: i remember my friends who get it

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jiilys · 2 years

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“Where’ve you been?” Ron demanded, towering over her library table.

Ginny gestured at the piles of books around her, “Are you having a laugh?”

He shoved a mostly empty vial at her, “Drink this.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked.”

She looked at Hermione standing behind him, ready to raise her eyebrows, roll her eyes, but Hermione was chalk pale, biting her lip. Nodded once wordlessly.

“What’s going–“

“Gin,” Ron’s voice, a knife edge giving way to something else. Pleading. Asking with just her name. Hermione was trembling, and he reached out to grab her wrist. Ginny took the vial and finished it, honey-sweet all the way down.

“What was that for?”

“Harry’s gone and Malfoy’s trying to get death eaters in the castle.” Ron said, in a rush.

She felt her stomach drop through the floor, “What?”

“We think–“ Hermione added, “We think he’s trying to get people in the castle.”

“Hermione–“ Ron started, annoyed.

“Oh, I know, but–”

People breaking into Hogwarts. Everything she’d ever been told made this impossible: evil, here, unimaginable. But sometimes what you are told is not what you know (wet chamber floor, bored voice, the fear all through her body like blood). Unthinkable things were close all the time.

“Where’s Harry?” She demanded.

“Left with Dumbledore”

“Where?”

“Didn’t say”

“And you let him go?”

“It’s Dumbledore.”

She felt like the world was rushing toward her at speed, her body a riot of goosebumps. Unbelievable, ridiculous, and yet things always were until they happened. Until they were in front of you.

“When– what now?”

“We have a plan.” Ron said, grimly, “Or, Hermione’s got one. Don’t you?” He turned to her, still gripping her wrist without realising. Hermione bit her lip, nodded.

/

Outside the room of requirement, where once she’d been fourteen and blowing the doors off the place, now crouched against the wall with her brother and Neville, looking for that blonde piece of shit. Her pulse throbbed, almost painfully, in her neck, and yet she was bored enough to be counting cracks in the stone below them. Nineteen so far.

Ron was squinting at the map (dumb memory of a different life: sat against the greenhouses, watching the dots move, cursing the twins - every swearword she knows - for not showing her first, Harry laughing, the long line of his throat)

“He’s got to be in there, he’s not bloody anywhere–“ Ron muttering, hunched over. Beside him, shoulder to shoulder, was Neville, jaw set, turning the DA coin in his hand. He hadn’t needed anything to follow them. Only Harry told us.

It had barely been a half-hour, yet a minute was forever. It was the waiting that had real teeth, that’s what she’d learnt after everything. Every second, wondering if Hermione had found Snape, if Luna had, where Malfoy was, and mostly just thinking how Harry had left, how he’d left without seeing her, how he’d given all his luck away.

A crack, like lighting hitting the floor, and the hall was full of the kind of darkness that had been seeping out from under the twins room all summer, (hitting the windows in the hallway, tail of the cat disappearing into Percy’s old room, mum yelling up the stairs). Dread runs through her like water, corrosive and immediate, and Ron is yelling as the darkness becomes total.

//

Her mouth tastes metallic like she’s been sucking on a knife, but she still can’t stop her lip from bleeding. Every curse is a near thing. Flash of purple light just past her, Lupin deflecting it, throwing a body-bind back in that direction. Horrible fireworks, everywhere, and she ducks in and around, slamming Melveik again the wall and another guy she recognises only from wanted posters. All she can think, with every miss, is that everyone doesn’t have this, and Luna is in front of her, luckless, blonde hair pale as chalk.

Wand in her hand darting everywhere, flashing and flippant, all that practise. She can see a body in the far corner but can’t quite fight her way over (orange light, pulled back by Hermione), and it’s all she can do not to shut her eyes and will it to be anyone, anything, but someone she loves. Furious, sickening (duck under rock fall, block curse headed to Flitwicks left) how death was everywhere, right here, this close to the people she loves, and it’s all in her head (flick wrist, reducto) but her ankle is singing like she never left the Department of Mysteries, like she’s still sinking to the ground, gritted teeth, sick with losing.

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Amycus, singing , “Crucio… Crucio…” red flashing like sick Christmas lights, and Felix is good but it can’t be forever, she knows it can’t. She can’t miss them all, quick but not enough, furious spell work nothing against a grown adult, here for blood, here for Dumbledore, here to kill her.

“Impedimenta!” and she turns so quick to his voice she doesn’t even see the curse hit. Harry, wand out, wrist twisted, blue veins up his arm exposed, alive, alive, alive.

“Where did you come from?” She says, unable to think of anything else. Without replying he sprinted off, narrowly missing collapsing rock, tearing down the corridor to some other dangerous thing.

A man who was in jail when she was born and had tried to cut Neville’s neck not ten minutes ago was across the hall: long grey hair, bloody arm, sick grin on his face, raising his wand at Harry’s back .

“Diffindo!” She shouts, glass rains from the window above him. He yells, collapses under it, and she twists her wand wordlessly, forcing the glass further through him. A scream, and everyone is yelling, the place a mess, but she can hear that scream arch over everything like a spell, like a song.

She hadn’t wanted just glass, she’d wanted more pain, thinking of pushing Neville out of the way of that flash of black light, how it had torn through the wooden banister like ribbon. Thinking of Harry’s running back, the wand raised at it. She could say an unforgivable, thinks about it, forms the words. She doesn’t, because people are around, and Amycus is coming too, aiming for Ron, and she stuns him and dodges a flash of blue light and thinks, all the time, of Crucio, of pain, of how its the one thing she can name stronger than fear.

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Even the sight of Harry’s back was unbearable, hunched over, his shirt torn through the shoulder. Nobody moved, even the people crying were holding their breath, waiting for the next beat, for Dumbledore to shake himself right, sit up, fix it. The world was a wrong thing. Harry had to get out of here. Here, where death could touch him, where Dumbledore’s body was proof.

She moved past Hagrid and gripped Harry’s fingers, pulling him up, whispering. He followed blindly, leaning toward her voice. Dumbledore’s body twisted on the ground, and everything was unraveled and fucked and finished, but if she kept walking and shut her eyes there was only her footsteps, the cold wind, Harry’s hand. The pulse thudding dully in his wrist, scar on his palm, I must not tell lies. Only she could, actually, all she wanted. Dumbledore was not dead, she dreamt it. Bill was just as he was before, unkillable like all older brothers. Tom Riddle was a far away dead thing. Harry would never let go of her hand.

#hinny #hinny fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #carolineswritingtag #literally this whole thing is just them turning toward each others voice without thinking.... my sunflowers #did absolutely no work today but ginny weasley demands attention... thinking of when diarygirls said she was the original diary girl......#like yeah. and because of that shes the only one that can appreciate how that school is not safety - how it has its teeth out for you #otp: several sunlit days #the stupidity of using that tag on this Angsty 15-yo type fic........... my dumb mind......

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gsstories · 26 days

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@fernnshxj, my friend @asexual-angsty-writer and I have come up with a name for Miori and Joan’s dynamic, be it otp or brotp, don’t matter, it be great! We thought of:

✨ BlueMoon ✨

We thought it be fun to give their dynamic a name and we figured this be perfect for it!

And my friend @ikari-shinsei and I chose a name for Yoshi (aka Finja) and Joan’s relationship as well, this being:

✨ SunFlower ✨

Cause Joan be called Moonflower by him in the AU where she Kunoichi and since he the sun to her moon, we went with that :3

#au #oc #mutuals oc #BlueMoon #SunFlower #otp #brotp #rc9gn finja #rc9gn first kuno #Häxa

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hopelessbromantic3652 · 2 years

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