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giyyu · 2 years
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Vanitas no Carte 1.06
“To this day, I still remember the color of the sunrise that morning. However, thoughts of the beginning tend to bring memories of the end as well. Memories of the things that slipped from my grasp, of the people I failed to protect. The day I reached for your hand and couldn’t clutch it. These are my regrets.”
dedicated to the angel who convinced me to watch vnc: @nikiforova
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cal-kestis · 3 years
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MING-NA WEN as FENNEC SHAND The Bad Batch | 1.04 “Cornered”
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silverfoxlou · 2 years
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🎶 and boy, got me walkin' side to side 🎶
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felrend · 2 years
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The Unyielding Fashav part six
For the lovely @unyieldingfashav
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abstrekt · 2 years
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I love your flag lock screen, it’s gorgeous 😌 any chance you could do ace or bi colors? Demi would be amazing but it sounds difficult.
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Of course!!! Here's the bi one I cooked up real quick! I've been getting a lot of requests for the ace flag, so I'll try to get that one done later! ^^
@cannon-fannon @irwinsatiable :)
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some tags (2022)
"me when i screaming aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"ass out lmaoooo"
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aro-culture-is · 3 years
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Disabled aro culture is being so glad you don’t have to go on dates. Imagine having to make yourself get up, go outside to inaccessible venues, stay out for hours, be emotionally available the whole time or even GO ON WALKS or HIKES on a low-spoon day for the sake of romance. Hard pass.
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#aro culture is#aro#aromantic#actually aro#actually aromantic#ask#mod kee#disabled aro culture#oh so fucking valid#i'm uncertain if i can claim the label disabled but i am chronically ill#i can't imagine dating a physically active person esp#i have atypical asthma that is highly resistant to emergency treatment via albuterol#and if my asthma has a chance to get even a LITTLE bad i may as well prepare for three ish weeks of hell#cause of the whole.... 'oh you have to have an episode for 10 days straight before we'll give you the one med that handles it'#thanks medical industry super cool. it's not like we've done this so much that we're well aware it won't go away otherwise#we know v well that my heart is getting FUCKED during that time too cause my resting heart rate through that period is 120+ and uhhh ouch#once was forced in high school to run the pacer test while wearing a heart rate monitor#shot up to almost 200bpm almost immediately when forced to run#and after 'cooling down' i ended up being allowed to just take it off#despite the rule of how you had to reach consistently ~120bpm on a down trend to do so#because every cough brought me straight back to 200.#and yes. that did lead to the whole 3 weeks of hell and being on hospital grade meds the whole time#if someone wants me to do a lot of physical exercise or go to a smoke filled area they can go fuck themselves#'oh you haven't had recent episodes so you're well controlled' no fuck off doctor that's cause i'm careful as shit about what i do#chatty kee
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sapphire-strikes · 2 years
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<Previous -First- Next>
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"I... genuinely have no idea what you're talking about."
You spoke in a confused tone, glancing to the side awkwardly. "What's this about exactly?" You asked, leaning back as best you could to better look at the two of them
Their eyes narrowed in unison, glancing at each other once more and then back to you before they both took a step back. Boris remained a step away folding his arm behind his back to watch, whereas Kamal came up to your side wrapping an arm around the backrest of the chair and leaning over your shoulder.
"Listen, kid, we're all friends here. You can trust us. Right, bud?" He looked to Boris who nodded. "C'mon you know exactly what I'm talking about! You've dodged the question long enough so playin' dumb ain't gonna get you nowhere. I know you've always been a reserved kinda person but this isn't the kind of thing you hide from your friends. Ain't no reason to!" He reasoned, giving your chair a quick spin before reaching out and grabbing it, stopping it abruptly in its swivel with a mild whiplash on your part. He then kneeled on the floor beside you, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and propping his head in his hand to look up at you. "So how about you tell your ol' buddy Kamal here the truth and save us all some trouble?"
While you were still more than confused at what was going on, something about the way he spoke couldn't help but make you crack a small smile. It was almost too clearly played up like he was some kind of mafia boss questioning a mole. It almost seemed like the two of them were having fun with this.
You could only stare at him for a moment, the same bewildered expression still clear on your face. You looked to Boris in hopes for some kind of hint as to what you were supposed to say next, but he only gave you a thumbs up so you turned back to Kamal, an awkward smile stretching across your face.
"Well?" He asked, tilting his head expectantly. Since you were still completely unsure of what was being asked of you, you just shook your head and a long exaggerated sigh left his mouth. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you." He conceded, pulling himself to his feet and stepping around you once more with a shrug. "Alright, bud, your turn."
On queue, Boris stepped forward, taking the forefront this time as Kamal stood back to watch from the shadows. Boris' expression was still serious but it didn't hold too well when he stepped into the light and looked down at you as you could tell he was fighting some kind of smile. Still, he seemed oddly determined so you looked him up and down nervously.
"What are you-" You began to speak but stopped when you saw him reach into his pocket and pull something out. It was a small, black cylindrical object that he eagerly brought up to his face and turned in his hands as he looked at it. "Is that..." You began to question but Kamal beat you to it, stepping up beside Boris and patting his back.
"You got it, kid." He winked, and Boris bounced on his heels, grinning widely as he removed the object's cap and twisted the bottom.
"...Lipstick?" You deadpanned, eyeing both of them as if today hadn't been weird enough. "Are you gonna give me a makeover?" You decided to alleviate the tension you were beginning to feel with a joke.
"Oooh, no. But maybe next time!" Boris finally spoke up for the first time, not bothering to hide his smile this time as he approached you. "I just want to make sure I don't miss a spot!" He continued rather matter-of-fact, booping you on the nose before beginning to apply the rolled-out tube to himself with ease, almost like it wasn't his first time doing so.
"That is so not your color." You joked once more, but much more nervously this time as you attempted to scoot your chair backward. An odd thing to think about, but you were almost positive you'd seen that shade of purple somewhere before.
Boris closed the distance between you, resting both hands on the armrests of your chair to keep you from moving any farther and leaned in just an inch from your face. "That is okay, I think it will look much better on you!" Perhaps you'd received enough of a heads-up to know what was coming but a small squeak still left your mouth as he cupped your face entirely in his massive hands and placed a smooch right on the bridge of your nose. He pulled back for just a second afterward to gauge your mortified reaction with a proud smile before going to work covering your face in platonic smooches.
"H-hey!!!" You managed to yelp, squeezing your eyes shut as the red quickly ran to your face and immediately despaired when you attempted to shield yourself only to be reminded that you were completely restrained and left completely defenseless to his attack. "Thahaht's not faaaiir!" You whined, trying to turn your head away from the barrage of affection only for him to swivel your chair accordingly and keep it up.
You would have been desperately inclined to spill your guts at this point if you had any idea what it was they actually wanted you to spill.
After a good ten seconds of this, he finally pulled away and you were left absolutely red (and most likely purple) faced and dumbfounded. Boris was also clearly having too much fun to keep up the tough guy act because he smiled as giddy as ever, stepping around you and leaning against the back of your chair with a chuckle as he rested his head on his arms and looked to Kamal to do the talking.
"Had enough yet, kid?" Kamal asked from where he stood, now leaning casually against the wall in front of you. "Cause I bet ya the big guy hasn't." He chuckled and glanced at Boris who happily drummed his hands against the back of your chair before leaning down to press another smooch to the side of your cheek with a deep happy snicker. "So, what'll it be? We've got alllll day."
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A: "I'm telling you, I don't know what you're talking about!"
B: *Remain silent and endure*
C: *Turn the tables*
D: ~Custom Response~
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storge · 3 years
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Wen Kexing fanning himself | Word of Honor Ep. 17-18
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babblydrabbly · 2 years
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These Pages Burn Bright | A Bookshop/Mob AU | Masterlist
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[ Graphic by reysorigins ❤️ ]
Summary
Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon) x f!Reader The bookstore of your dreams comes with a price. After moving to a new neighborhood in Bay City, you learn it falls under mob boss Quell Falconer's territory. She soon assigns her best hitman Takeshi Kovacs to keep an eye on you. You're nothing like the ruthless, violent life he's used to. But he is sort of the brooding anti-hero of your dreams. Sort of.
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[ One ] You move into your new store. A stranger introduces himself. Rudely. Warnings: Language. Canon-typical violence. Smoking. Rating: General
[ Two ] The delicate string winding around you and Takeshi Kovacs seems to draw tighter. And somehow, Tak finds he doesn’t seem to mind it. Warnings: Language. Smoking. Food mention. Kissing. Rating: General
[ Three ] You get a bitter taste of Takeshi’s world whilst he’s away. Warnings: Language. Smoking. Kissing. Rating: General
[ Four | Coming Soon ]
[ Five | Coming Soon ]
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Drabbles/Oneshots/Extras
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despisydraws · 3 years
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"He was a charming young man, capable of being terrible."
Credits to artist Trung Cao for the reference
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trashdorito · 2 years
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Ok theory time.
What the FUCK happened to the Master Sword???
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This isn't like when the trailers for botw came out, cause then the master sword was damaged in the past. But this is now?? What in the actual hell damaged the master sword so bad that it has fucking holes in it??? And it's so short???
This is definitely after Link and Zelda meet Ganondorf, so I suppose something involving Ganondorf's malice had something do do with it. I also looks like Fi is communicating with Link? It'll be so awesome if we actually get to see a previous companion in a different, canon, zelda game (sorry hyrule warriors). Maybe something about Demise being absorbed into the master sword in SS has something to do with it (even though he should have been dying within the sword, but anything is possible). Though it's most likely a fight between Link and Ganondorf happened and malice damaged the blade.
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Also, from what little we can see here, this appears to be a different scabbard, so something must have happened to it, and it is currently in a custom scabbard or wrapped in cloth, which is something Link has done himself (omg seeing that cutscene would be amazing).
Now onto the next thing
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Hi yes is that the fucking TRIFORCE?
It looks blury, and it isn't in the shape of a triangle, it almost looks like a circle blob on his hand, but that could be me.
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Here it is from a different angle. So definitely not the triforce. I can't quite tell what that symbol is, but it's most likely a way for Link to communicate with the entity in his hand. Which means, if the glow of the master sword means anything, there is a small chance that Link has two companions, or definitely at least one.
It's also interesting that his arm isn't green. I know we see that in other trailers, but that means that his arm only turns green when he's using his arm powers.
Now, last thing.
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I wonder if part of the quest line for the game is to repair the master sword with this sort of golden energy. I can't remember if such energy has appeared before, and it certainly isn't anything like the green of the ghosts in botw. But whatever it is, it looks like Fi is trying to tell link about it, and the glow in his hand is also trying to bring attention to either it, or something else. Either way it looks like part of the quest line is definitely to repair or upgrade the master sword.
That's just my observations right off the bat. I'm sure more indepth stuff can be found, but here's my contribution to the fandom.
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Red Hood and The Outlaws (2016) #30
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menelaiad · 2 years
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when historical fiction authors think that making the atreides 'old-man-like' will make them unappealing
you FOOLS. you absolute SILLIES.
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The Promised Neverland Season 2 Finale (1/3)
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milkteamoon · 2 years
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milk…if u can… “when was the last time we had a real conversation” with amane and tsukasa 👀
Megan!! Thank you for the prompt!!!! :-)
800 words, canonverse (prompts from here)
The old wood-burning stove in the night duty room probably violates roughly ninety-eight percent of current safety regulations, but the truth is Hanako has grown to be fond of it. He’s got this bond with it due to it being: A. just about as old as him, B. barely functional, and C. completely useless, given that no one even uses the night duty room anymore now that Tsuchigomori started renting a room off campus. It’s giving off a disappointing amount of light at this moment, and yet Hanako would rather sit in the faint flicker of coals and squint than get up and turn on a proper light.
“Got any eights?”
Hanako pulls the single card from his deck and hands it across to Tsukasa.
“Any nines?”
“Nope. Go fish.”
Tsukasa pulls a card, pulls his deck closer to his face, studies each one deeply as if trying to decipher if any of them are lying. He looks different in the flickering orange glow. The light’s tracing every scrunch of his nose in a cartoonishly sinister manner, and Hanako might have laughed about it once, a long time ago.
See, Hanako doesn’t know exactly when they started faking this whole normal thing. It’s been a long, quiet break this winter, but it’s nothing that he hasn’t been through before, you know? It’s not like his mokke partners hadn’t abandoned him before once they saw the bottom of the candy bowl. It’s not like Tsuchigomori hadn’t said before that brats like him could entertain themselves for a few days. Yeah right. He must have lost his mind somewhere in between the stove and the frosted window panes to be sitting here playing go fish with his brother like everything’s normal.
“Amane.”
“Huh?”
“It’s your turn.”
“Oh...right.” Hanako shifts his cards. He’s feeling out the bumps of every number. Maybe in his head he’s thinking things out like a strategic chess match, like the cold calculated killer he’s supposed to be in the stories. Maybe he’s flicking through the possible conversation routes that could play out in this moment, with just them, and just this moment alone:
“Are you cheating?” “Maybe,” Tsukasa will answer cheerfully, “but so are you.” And Hanako won’t deny that one, because the cards in his sleeve are starting to itch.
Or,
“Why’d you come here? Do you want something from me?” “Can’t I just want to spend time with my big brother?” “No, well yes but — you know what I mean. You know it’s not the same.” “To you, maybe. I still love you though, Amane.”
Or,
“When’s the last time we had a proper conversation?” “We’re having one right now,” Tsukasa says, unblinking. “You know what I mean. Things are different now.” “They shouldn’t be though. They don’t have to be.”
And so on and so on and so on.
Instead, Hanako says, “Any threes?”
“Go fish.”
Hanako picks up a card, and it’s a seven. He thinks it's kinda funny. He almost makes a move to show it to Tsukasa, say something like “what are the odds?” and watch him giggle about it, even if it’s not really funny; instead he tucks it into his deck behind a jack and a four where it can’t look at him. The stove is growing dim. It must be two o’clock by now.
Here’s the thing: a conversation with Tsukasa is always a joke. It starts with “what’d one ghost say to the other” and ends in a laugh, sometimes just from him, sometimes enough to break a rib because you’ve been holding it in for much too long and you just aren’t used to laughing anymore. But with Hanako? It starts with a cut. It starts with a bedtime story in a thunderstorm. It starts with a handful of broken teeth and a plea not to tell mom, pretty please? It starts with a knife, connected to a hand, connected to a boy who shouldn’t be running with them; that’s why Hanako’s not much for conversation. He leaves those things that need said buried deep under his cold, dead skin. Understand? It’s no one’s fault but his own. It’s not your fault, so let’s just keep playing.
So when Tsukasa says, “Amane?” barely loud enough to hear, [Amane] Hanako replies, “I’m still here.”
“Okay,” Tsukasa nods, picking through his deck, “got any queens?”
“Nope. Go fish.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey, language,” Hanako chides.
So Tsukasa picks a card, squints at it in the dying light, and Hanako picks up a log for the furnace. Not that it really matters. Neither one of them can feel the cold anymore, but it just feels like something that he should do, you know?
He opens the door and shoves it inside, watches the flames roar to life around it. Because a conversation between the two of them is an old furnace fire — wild and dangerous and constant, if you feed it — and maybe that’s why they’re still doing this. Maybe. Maybe it’s just a game of cards.
Oh, but it’s Hanako’s turn now, isn’t it?
Okay, got any sevens? No?
Go fish.
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