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infamouslydorky · 2 days
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Any time you have the thought of "I'll remember it later," that's your hubris speaking. Write it down
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sakana-comic · 12 hours
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🐟✨SAKANA UPDATE✨🐟
Instead of holding them inside, it's important to express your feelings in the moment! :)
Read SAKANA page #649 here!
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dogstomp · 2 days
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Dogstomp #3173 - September 8th
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wangxianficrecs · 6 hours
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Paper Dolls and Butterflies by EHyde
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Paper Dolls and Butterflies
by EHyde
G, <1k, Wei Wuxian & Wen Yuan
Summary: While Wei Wuxian is testing a spell, A-Yuan finds a silly paper doll to play with. Kay's comments: Just a cute little story that offers some slice-of-life content for the time Wei Wuxian was living in the Burial Mounds with the Wens. The focus is on his relationship with A-Yuan and the story is from A-Yuan's POV as well and it's just very cute, no angst just fluff. If you ignore that A-Yuan is stumbling over bones while playing. Excerpt: “Chasing butterflies?” Qing-gugu asks. “No!” The paper doll isn't a butterfly. “Oh!” he realizes. “I bet it wants to play with A-Yuan's butterflies!” The paper doll circles around Qing-gugu's head and hovers in front of her face. “Wei Wuxian,” she says. “Xian-gege is, Xian-gege's asleep!” “Asleep, hm?” “Really asleep! I jumped and jumped on top of him and he didn't wake up!” The paper doll nods in agreement, and Qing-gugu laughs. Laughing is right! Jumping on Xian-gege is really fun!
pov lan sizhui, slice of life, burial mounds ensemble as family, burial mounds settlement days, fluff, parent-child relationship, families of choice, good parent wei wuxian
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nullbutler · 1 day
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ORIGINAL CONTENT??? ORIGINAL CONTENT BESTIE????
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What if a bunch of catboys and catgirls all lived together in a group home, designed to help them heal from their individual traumas? That is SAFETYKIT, a story about recovery, family, slice-of-life wholesomeness, and cats! This amv briefly shows a few of the characters -- namely, Sy -- as he loathesomely does his chores.
I am staring my own ORIGINAL show! & you can support me in this endeavor
on youtube
on patreon
The entire first episode's (storyboards) are avaliable on patreon for anyone who wants to watch them early. Most of the stuff on patreon will be eventually released to the public, but certain behind the scenes items (such as the storyboards) definitely will not be.
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reallygroovyninja · 3 days
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Lexa's eyes followed the streaks of light as they zipped past the limousine window. Tonight, she was on her way to a company dinner, an event meant to forge and strengthen alliances in the corporate world. Yet, the leather seat beside her felt glaringly empty without Clarke, who was currently presenting at a medical conference across the country.
The first time they had attended an event together, Clarke was there as her escort—an arrangement born out of necessity rather than choice. Lexa had needed an alpha to accompany her, someone who could play the part convincingly in a world where appearances were paramount. Clarke had been poised and perfect, her professionalism indistinguishable from genuine affection, making everyone believe they were indeed a couple.
But what had started as a mere facade had blossomed into something incredibly real and deep. Over time, their initial arrangement gave way to a genuine connection, to laughter shared and nights spent talking about hopes and fears. They had grown from strangers playing a role to partners bound by love, leading to marriage and the joyous chaos of raising children together.
Sitting in the limo, Lexa let her mind drift to those early days—the ease of their first genuine conversation, the way Clarke's smile had slowly stopped being just part of the act, and how naturally her hand had found Lexa's during those events, a comforting anchor amidst the social whirlpool.
Pulling out her phone, Lexa sent a quick message to Clarke, a simple heart and a picture of the seat beside her. She smiled softly as her phone buzzed with Clarke's immediate response, a string of emojis that spoke of love and mutual longing.
As the car pulled up to the venue, Lexa gathered herself, smoothing her dress and checking her reflection one last time. She might have entered their first event on Clarke's arm as part of an arrangement, but tonight, as every night since they truly found each other, she carried Clarke's love and support with her. Even in absence, Clarke was her strength, and with that, Lexa was ready to face the evening ahead.
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leaphia-art · 2 days
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Shelter & Thorn  | Page 13
... Well, that escalated quickly. (Also two posts from me in one week omg I just worked on this page on and off for the last few weeks and now I can call it done finally)
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mod2amaryllis · 2 years
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parts 1-2
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bucketofchum · 4 months
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My fave coworker and I are normal
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mochiwei · 1 year
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How to know someone loves you(r) back 💖
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mangadore · 6 months
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belzebubsofficial · 1 month
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And who said romance was dead?
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externalmemorycomic · 5 months
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(If you wanna read more comics, I’ve posted over 300 of them on my patreon where you can read daily comics for just 3€ a month! I use my patreon income for bills and stuff and any contribution makes a really big difference. Check out the link in my pinned post if you want to join!)
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dogstomp · 1 day
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Dogstomp #3174 - September 9th
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amalasdraws · 2 months
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Peach Soda
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"I think we should break up," is what Eddie blurts the moment Steve opens the front door to reveal him.
Steve's first reaction is anger -how dare he?- but he doesn't do anything with that anger. Instead, he takes a deep breath through his nose, crosses his arms, and looks Eddie over.
He's breathing heavily yet his van is parked along the curb. He didn't run here. His hair, while never tame, looks rougher. He is fidgeting but in a nervous way, not his usual too much energy way. His eyes are wide and scared. It's the last bit there that drains Steve's anger.
Something's happened.
He drops his arms and says, "well, you're not dumping me on my porch. Get in here."
This doesn't seem like the response Eddie was expecting. Even though he has been looking at Steve this whole time he still manages to do a double take at him. Steve just shoves the door open a bit wider when he turns and heads back to the kitchen, where the dishes are not washing themselves because he doesn't have a dishwasher.
"I-I'm serious, Steve," Eddie is stammering behind him, which is good. Means he did follow. Steve hears the door shut and the shuffling sound of what he assumes is Eddie trying to pull off his combat boots without untying them, like the animal he is.
"Don't shout at me in my own home! Get in this kitchen," Steve shouts, then smiles and relishes in the offended huff Eddie lets out because Steve is the one shouting. Steve picks up the dish towel he'd deposited on the counter and throws it back over his shoulder, then get back to the dishes. There's just a couple bowls and a pot left, might as well get them done.
The sink is perpendicular to the doorway, so he watches Eddie slink into the small galley kitchen, stopping just inside the doorway to frown at Steve. "I'm breaking up with you and you're just, what, gonna wash dishes?"
"You're not breaking up with me, but yes. Look, one bowl down already. Just two more dishes."
"I- what. Yes, I am!"
"Edifer, you are 24 years old. That's much too old to just show up, yell 'we're over' at someone and run away. We're going to talk about this," he's not sure if it's the nickname, or the scolding parent voice he's put on, but it gets a huff of laughter from Eddie, and he counts it as a win.
"Alright, dad."
Steve grins, "I'll be dad if you be Daddy."
There's some sputtering from Eddie, and Steve gets the final dish done before Eddie says, "you can't just say that when I'm breaking up with you! That's- that's manipulative!"
He shrugs in response. "Seems fair. You're messing with my feelings; I'm messing with your feelings."
Those words freeze Eddie, and Steve can see him processing the words. Did Eddie really not consider that Steve had feelings involved? "I- that's... um."
He takes his time to unplug the sink, rinsing away the left-over bubbles before drying his hands and turning around. Eddie looks less wild and scared, now. More conflicted and uncertain. Which could be a good or bad thing. "Did you think you would just come over, break up with me, and I'd be, like, completely fine with it?"
"No," Eddie is quick to say, "Not completely fine but like, fine enough. It's- we've only been together for a month."
Steve frowns at that. He's not going to take offense to the 'only' added in there, because he's grown a lot over the last four years. He's mature now. "Sure, but beyond that, we've been friends since the world almost ended. I don't understand. I thought we were on the same page, here."
Eddie's fidgety again, in the bad way, pacing up and down the length of the kitchen. "What if this was a mistake?"
"What if it wasn't?"
That stops Eddie in his tracks, whipping around to look at Steve. "What if this goes bad? What if you meet someone else and they can give you everything I can't? What if-"
"Whoa, Eddie!" Steve shoves off the sink and gets to Eddie in two steps. His hands come up, hovering. He wants to touch, comfort, but... well, if he allowed to? "I- where's all this coming from?"
"Dustin and Suzie broke up!"
"What?"
"Dustin and Suzie broke up!! They were the forever couple! Perfect for each other! If they couldn't make it work, how am I supposed to be able to?"
Ah. The root of it. Eddie, afraid he's not good enough. Fuck it. Eddie can shove him off if he doesn't want Steve to touch him. He slides an arm around Eddie's waist, his other hand going up to caress his cheek before cupping it, a move he knows makes Eddie melt like cotton candy on the tongue. "Eddie, baby, we make it work by working on it. Not just giving up."
Eddie does melt into Steve, his own arms wrapping around Steve (probably against Eddie's will). "I- I don't know what I'm doing. I'm gonna fuck this up and you'll hate me, and everything will be ruined."
"Well, that's melodramatic."
Eddie glares at him even as he nuzzles into Steve's palm. "Rude."
"Baby, so long as you just talk to me, we'll be okay. Don't just show up and declare you're gonna break up with me. I think there's some steps we can take before it gets to that."
He watches Eddie swallow thickly before he nods his head. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
"So, we okay? You aren't gonna break my heart?"
Eddie whimpers at that, throwing himself forward to shove his face into Steve's neck. Steve settles his hand on the back of Eddie's head, idly scratching it while his other arm tightens its hold. When Eddie speaks, it's muffled and directly into his skin. "No. No breaking hearts."
"Hmm, good," Steve says, content to hold his boyfriend in his kitchen for however long Eddie wants to be held.
He'll call and check in on Dustin a bit later, too.
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