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rascalrat0 · 20 days
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ive been thinking. a lot lately.
a pile of stuff ive been into the past 2-3 years. theres more but. yknow.
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sapphire-draws-art · 2 years
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Sleep deprived Tim who just wants to go to sleep after a long day hugging the cat so they can't disturb them (ft. Bernard as the camera man)
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puccafangirl · 3 months
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And just before the day is over, Happy Valentine's Day to my first OTP too! 💙🩷
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enchantedchocolatebars · 10 months
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OK, here's a story short idea (mayyybbbeee???)
So basically, another human girl travels from the future and ends up in the 1600s Boiling Isle. She meets Philip, and for the life of him, he cannot shake her off him.
Eventually, he gives up and say "Yep, I'ma adopt U"
You want an 'Old timey dad adopts futuristic daughter' fic?
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Okay!🙂 Super cute concept / idea btw!☺️ Thank you again, anon! Hope you enjoy!💕
G/N = Girl Name
Also, in my head G/N is wearing / dressed like this.
⌛For From The Future🧳
After a sudden flash of light, a cardboard box that's coated in cute space stickers appears outside of a forest.
When the box flaps flip open, out pops the head of a young girl. She looked to be about thirteen.
The girl had on a brightly-colored bike helmet with white and yellow stars decorated on the front and back.
Judging from the joy that was radiating on her face, she was beyond excited to be in a new location.
Where exactly was she situated?
The 13-year-old couldn't tell.
She had a hunch she might be in the 40th century, but the flock of flying eyeballs with bat wings that she saw soaring in the fair sky said otherwise.
This girl was named G/N.
She was a futuristic time traveler from the year 3012.
Getting out of her box, G/N is revealed to have a robotic right arm. She also wore a really cute outer space outfit.
Reaching her human hand into the box, she pulls out a small, digital camcorder, along with a tripod.
Once those were properly set up, she stood in view and began recording herself.
After a wave at the camera, she starts her enthusiastic speech.
"Hi, guys! G/N, here! Today, I'm outside of a strange forest! I think it might be enchanted or something. Still not sure where I am, but I saw some flying eyesballs! No joke, they had wings! They flew right by my head!"
G/N was also a vlogger who loved sharing her travels through time with her viewers.
She always had a blast doing so!
Just last week she was in 1762 recording THE Mozart playing live at one of his classical concerts for them.
As she continued to speak, in the background, a bearded man in a blue coat was approaching the forest.
Picking up on the sound of grassy footsteps, G/N turns, her gaze now on him.
Seeing the scruffy man, she gasped, looking back at her camera.
She became sparkly-eyed as she spoke, directing a finger at the man.
"Oh, my gosh, A LOCAL!"
She had to say hi.
Quickly lifting her camera off her tripod, the young time traveler rushes towards him.
"Hey!"
Turning around, the man, upon seeing the girl, stopped and stood still like a startled wet kitten.
What was that strange device she had in her hand?
And why did she have it aimed at him like that?
Was she going to shoot him?
Was this karma catching up with him?
He clutched his satchel close.
"Hi there!" The girl greets in a cheerful tone, offering him a big smile. "My name is G/N! I'm from the future! What's your name?"
"Uh... Philip..." The man slowly replied, still clutching his bag.
"Nice! Say, Philip, what year is this?"
" ... 1660?" Or was it '70? He lost track sometimes.
"Sweet! I've never been to the 1600's before."
That definitely explained the man's accent and attire.
As G/N begins to take a picture of Philip, he quickly lifts his satchel to his face like a shield.
"Oh, no, no, no, don't worry," she speedily reassures, showing him the photo she took. "I just took a picture. See?"
She thinks doing this might ease the man's fear.
Lowering his satchel some, Philip saw the picture of himself.
A genuine look of interest spread on his face.
A device that captures an image at just the press of a button?
Fascinating.
Truly fascinating.
G/N gave a giggle at his reaction. "Yeah, cameras are pretty cool. But anyways, you probably know this place a heck of a lot better than I do. I was wondering, would you mind show me around some? I would love to capture even more stuff on my camera."
Her question earns her a frown from Philip.
"No," The brunette would bluntly state.
He was stern on his decision to not show her around, but she was persistent.
She kept on bugging him, and Bugging Him, and BUGGING HIM.
"please?"
"Please?"
"PLEASE? 🥺 🙏"
"You'll be internet famous."
Finally, he sighed.
"Fine." He couldn't believe he was giving in to this random girl.
It wasn't for the "internet fame" by the way as he had not a clue what an "internet" even was.
And so began the start of a beautiful father daughter friendship...
Hopefully.
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Do you still remember that time when a fictional character completely took over your heart?
Cuz I sure do… The moment when she started to trouble my mind;;;
Art made by @ratblogo
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fefiemmanouil1 · 2 years
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biolums · 11 months
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lunarblue21 · 2 years
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man, even just writing about the ending of IA1 from an outsider's perspective - in this case my OC Theo from my Cruel Intentions series for a L22 side-story - makes me tear up.
That ending, man. That ending! It's so beautiful and bittersweet and emotional and amazing. :')
Edit: and yay, "Peace Child" and/or "Written in Eternity" is complete! And it stands at 22 23 pgs and 6, 629 780 656 words so a longish one-shot for me... again... as usual...
#Ice Age#Ice Age feels#Original movie love#man I love IA1 so much aflkgjdlgjkglafl dkldfgdaf#CI musings#also still forever disappointed/upset that Manny and Diego and Sid never got to see Roshan again#or that DIEGO was never allowed canonically to make a Peekaboo/'Where's the Baby' call-back but Sid and *Scrat* got to#even though Diego originated it. Ugh :/#but yeah can we talk about IA1's ending more becos imo I think it deserves it#especially when compared to the storyboarded ending we /almost/ got and that Blue Sky is very hush-hush about and acts like it didn't exist#dunno if it's kept so under wraps becos of embarrassment or awkwardness becos that original ending wouldn't have gotten any sequels that's#for sure...#not to mention the Lost Dark Ending craps all over the 'what you do in a herd' message making it meaningless and irrelevant so maybe#it's a good idea how forgotten they made it becos that ending is comparable to the Trollhunters: RoTT ending in that it's atrocious#doubly so becos that Lost Dark Ending ends with the herd separated either by death (Diego) or shoehorned into romance plots at the end#instead of being ya know a 'weird herd' bonded together by the baby...#and given that in the Lost Dark Ending Manny and Sid fall apart without Diego that just makes Sid's IA2 claims of 'making' the herd#and Diego saying Sid is the 'glue' nonsensical becos apparently the Lost Dark ending - and IA3 too - seems to indicate/imply that DIEGO#is the glue of the herd since in IA3 the herd splinters once he says he wants to leave. hmm
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bruisedconscience · 2 years
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the way I officially appreciate every minions movie that’s come out 😪😪😪😪
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semena--mertvykh · 2 years
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Incises et incidentes
Accéder au Périph via l'A6b, en semaine, à partir de 14h...
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On attendait tous de s'insérer au pas dans le tunnel d'Italie, et je me suis rendu compte à quel point j'avais aimé conduire en Ile-de-France, cette année.
Unrequited Love passait dans les enceintes
= > une chanson qui, non seulement, te donne envie de tomber amoureuse, mais qui te donne surtout envie d'avoir le cœur brisé par un Grantamour impossible. Un peu comme l'histoire entre moi et Viggo Mortensen
et je songeais que, la vraie histoire d'amour, cette année, c'est vraiment avec la route que je l'aurai vécue. Avec un gars, je sais pas si la confiance reviendra un jour - et vu le niveau de masculinité toxique, chez la plupart des hétéros de mon âge et de mon milieu, je ne suis même pas sûre que ce soit encore possible. Avec ma voiture, en revanche, c'est du métal dont on fait les alliances. Comme Gershwin aurait pu l'écrire :
I got rythm, I got music, I got my car / Who could ask for anything more ?
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nowadays-world · 26 days
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the-starry-seas · 3 months
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mel blanc/chris wedge teamup would've broken shit mainly eardrums
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puccafangirl · 9 months
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The way Scratte bats her eyes at Scrat before they kiss here is so cute~ >w<
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cadavercanoodler · 7 months
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Back of the leg rashes r the literal worst like go kill yourself
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Scrat:
The animation test edition!
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tearskillstardust · 5 months
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; GENSHIN MEN WHO ARE VERY PATIENT WHEN IT COMES TO HANDLING YOU
NSFW; 18+ content and themes ahead, minors DO NOT INTERACT.
all legally aged genshin men; gender-neutral reader. interacting with the following content is a free choice for all readers. the author does not take any responsibility for the repercussions.
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— GENSHIN MEN WHO CHUCKLE WHEN YOU TRY TO RILE THEM UP. who know that if they did that treatment right back, you won't be able to take it. who know of your innocence and naivete when it comes to matters like these. who know that you underestimate the strength of men, of him, to be acting like that. who know they can have you completely at their own mercy but still chose to laugh and smile.
— men who slowly advance towards you. who are not obvious but not ignorable either. who know they'll startle you if they're direct or too rough about it— so they keep themself in check and move slowly. a brush against the thigh, a swift kiss on the neck— then all of a sudden, bright purple marks that blend in your essence, polluting you with their sin forever. yet you laugh merely when they ask if you're fine.
— men who know how to make you wait. who know how to keep you in the dark about when they will do anything properly. who press softly against your plush skin, and mutter gently— 'just a little more, love,' but little is never really little, and they know that you know it. who smirk when they see your patience, your willingness to wait and you smirk back in return at their sheer boldness.
— men who are so used to being in control that they can't take it when you're guiding them, telling them around. who know what you want and can't take it when you pretend that they don't. who immediately break all barriers of patience and rush all in, giving all you want at once. who rub gently, and bite harshly at all the right places—making sure that when you reminisce the night, you'll be aching to the core because no one can bring you pure pleasure the way they do.
— men who keep you at edge until the end, and then thrust in suddenly, harshly and make you cry out in mixed parts pain and pleasure. who treat you right and give the aftercare you deserve, filled with a lot of smiles and gentle touches on their part for being able to take them.
ayato, itto, baizhu, cyno, wanderer, capitano, dottore, heizou, wriothesley, zhongli
— GENSHIN MEN WHO HAVE A LOT OF SELF-CONTROL. men who are not easy to arouse or be slept with. who will keep their patience even if they are already your partner, who give you your time and take theirs. except that they are perfectly aware that you don't need time anymore, you need them. but after one point of time, it becomes a funny little game for them about who confesses their desire first.
— men who are willing to give everything you want and need but need you to ask them for it. who tell you that 'obviously, darling, you never said it to me directly, so how was i supposed to know?', and then smile that mischievous slop-sided smirk that makes you want to punch them and kiss them at the same time.
— men who take you to bed when you outright confess, no filter on your desire. who take it slow and steady initially, but their own impatience and desire shows as soon as you give them the signal. who wanted for your own patience to break, for your resolve of stubbornness to crumble to tatters as they claimed you whole; first metaphorically, now physically.
— men who let you know they are worth the wait. who kiss, bite, and leave marks all over you. who thrust at the pace you want them to. who are understanding enough of your pain initially but then can't take it after a few thrusts and become swift with it, doing you undone— uncoiling the pure energy inside of you and letting you mark them, taint their red with your blue.
— men who adjust to you, your pain and pleasure. who place themselves last and become so happy even at the smallest of things you do for their pleasure. who love it when you leave scratches and they then stare at them in the mirror and get all cocky about their skill in the matter. who love watching your small frame under them as you held on, tears flowing nonstop. who can't help but get poetic— who think of this intimate act as a meeting of your divine energies, who hug you after they slept with you and tell you how much they love you.
— men who make your wait worth the effort.
al haitham, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, neuvillette, pantalone, childe, thoma, xiao
— GENSHIN MEN WHO UNKNOWINGLY GIVE YOU HOT AND COLD TREATMENT. men who laugh and flirt with you, whisper what they would make you do if only you let them claim you; and then next moment, are back to their childlike innocence and theatrics. who pretend they weren't just dirty talking with you; who smile coyly when you stare, irritated. who love you more than you love them perhaps, but they still hold themselves back, oblivious of your own impatience.
— men who are fond of theatrics. who like pulling strings behind the curtains and putting up a show in front of them. who are the ballerina and you her admirer, who are persephone and you her hades, who are bright, and soft and quintessential and you can't help but desire to, feel a need to corrupt them wholly with your essence.
— men who want you to consume them whole. who are unaware of your thoughts, your desires and want to feel the sin of your lips on theirs, your skin against theirs in the dance of intimacy they wish to have with you. who stare at you as though they want you to take them, crush them with roses and decorate yourself with them. who would love to be your adornment, the one who enhance your beauty and serenity, unaware entirely of your own sin.
— so you do. they want you to consume them? alright. men who whine gently and cry when you claim them, your hand as though burning against their skin, desire flooding like a wildfire through their foliage veins. who ask you for more but can barely take it; who know your wild side, your purity and sin that combine together to form the paradox that is you— a being whose purity can never be doubted, and yet your own angel wings have never been any shade lighter than black.
— men who want to be claimed, be tainted. who are golden inside out, corruptible only by you, only when they want to be.
aether, albedo, kaveh, tighnari, venti
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