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Obsessed with how wolverine calls storm darling and teaching her how to shoot 😍 I love them
Via x men issue #187
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renereneo · 8 days
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“feliç sant jordi 🌹📖”
for those who dont know what sant jordi means 🤭
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sleepy-s1mon · 6 months
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headcanon that scarab's shy abt anyone reading his fanfics
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mxsqerxde · 5 days
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only blonde couple deserving of rights
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novaeverse · 2 months
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I’m not very good at character analysis stuff, but here’s my thoughts about Wyllstarion.
Doing an Astarion Origin run, gonna romance Wyll, and like. If you play as Tav/Durge, Astarion says that his plan was to seduce you so that you’d protect him blah blah blah. But what about in his origin run?
I like to think that he looks at all the companions, and decides on Wyll. The Blade of Frontiers would surely be his best choice for protection, I mean, he’s an established hero! It was a little risky at first since Wyll is kinda a monster hunter, but when he reacted well to Astarion telling the truth, the plan was on.
Only, it didn’t go the way he thought. The night of the party didn’t go the way he thought. He goes to Wyll, fully planning to seduce him, but nothing happens. And it’s not like Wyll doesn’t want to/can’t. He just wants to do it the ‘proper’ way. Astarion is getting courted for once. And it is baffling.
And then he obviously gets feelings for Wyll >:3
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up-side-in-side-out · 5 months
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Happy everything to them. My favorite fourth graders of all time
They were so cute I love them. Anyway here’s a fullbody and an ugly warmup doodle
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doctorsiren · 11 months
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CLONE HIGH SEASON 2 CLONE HIGH SEASON 2
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imonthenoflylist · 24 days
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Scollace fanart
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katik02 · 6 months
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:)
i love you, @evetishsblog
and love these adorable guys, hehe
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90sintruder · 10 months
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Matt Stone and Angela Howard 🫶
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inexperienced-0 · 4 months
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Guys guess what I got for Christmas
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igotsnothing · 1 year
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In my head canon, all three sages are very close to each other. Simeon, by virtue of being older and the sage of practical magic, is a stabilizing and anchoring influence on the younger, more volatile mages. L. and Morgyn, however, bring out Simeon's playful nature and encourage him to be more spontaneous. All three are protective of each other and there is a lot of joking and joy among them.
Which is why I LOVE these poses by @helgatisha so much; I think they capture the affection the sages have for each other.
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beewithknee · 7 months
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of insecurity and worship
day 6 of redactober !
vincent/lovely fluff (and fade-to-black-smut)
Lovely stood naked in front of the mirror. Hands roamed over a body that was supposedly theirs. It had all their features, responded to all their movements, connected to all their nerves. But it wasn’t theirs.
Not fully.
It hadn’t been for a long time. Since the early childhood days others had forced their marks onto Lovely’s body, marking tiny sections as ‘not-mine’.
It grew from scratches to scars, from kisses to bruises. Growing and gathering until they were nothing short of an amalgamation of other’s identities; stories they would rather forget.
Some were more obvious: the physical scars of trauma and accidents that time would never heal. Some less so, the internal wounds that were almost always more devastating than the visible ones.
They had tried not to, but seeing their Prince standing with such gorgeous people made them question their own worth.
Those types of people tasted like honey. They felt like glass, delicate and special. They sounded like music and looked even softer. No one flinched when those types of people took off their clothes.
Lovely was not. In the end, they were the antithesis of those people. They were broken. Cracked and chipped. Laid bare to be forgotten, winced at, looked over.
“Lovely. What are you doing?” Their husband called softly, body leaning against their doorframe. His arms were crossed, forcing his chest to stick out. They wondered if he ever thought about leaving them for someone better.
Shaking their head, they moved swiftly away from the mirror. The horrific reflection flittered out of sight.
“Just getting changed.” They laughed. It was hollow to their own ears. They couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t tell half-truths. He moved almost silently, though he purposefully slowed enough to make sure they were aware of his movements.
“What’s really going on?” He questioned softly, hands sliding into place over theirs. The shirt in their grasp fell to the floor. They kept their head down, gaze locked onto the very-interesting shirt that crumpled to the floor.
Fitting.
Subconsciously, they moved their eyes back to the mirror, and winced. “Fuck.”
“C’mon baby. Talk to me.” Squeezing their hands, he brought them back to the mirror.
An arm wrapped around their middle, another looped across their shoulder and down their side. His head came to rest in the junction of their neck.
A delicate kiss had them leaning back into the strong embrace.
“I’m just sick of feeling broken and wondering if I’m good enough.” Their lower lip trembled traitorously. It was somehow easier to voice all their feelings in the darkness.
It was comforting in a way.
“What?” He breathed out, a puff of hot air tickled their neck. “Of course you’re good enough. Where is this coming from?”
Scoffing harshly, “C’mon, you’re not stupid. Everyone has seen you with the people at that party tonight. Any one of them looked far better on your arm than I ever have. Even before…” They trailed off, voice breaking. Dark gazes met in the reflection.
Anger and acceptance.
“No.”
A squeal was ripped from their throat as they were hoisted up and flung onto the bed. “Oof-, wow okay.” A giggle burst forward, unexpected in the face of their lover’s vampiric speed.
Lips met theirs. It was brutal but beautiful. Hot and calm. Complete juxtapositions all at once.
“Vincent, wait. What’s gotten into you?” Lovely gasped, hands coming to find purchase on his face. His eyes searched in theirs for a few long moments.
“My partner doesn’t think they’re good enough. I call bullshit. But I know actions are louder than words. So… ‘m gonna prove it to you.” He promised, fingertips tracing down their naked torso.
His teeth caught at their throat, sucking a mark into the flesh beneath them. Lovely moaned, body arching up into the addicting touch.
“Vince-" “Shh, let me prove something to you.” That voice was dark, tinted with danger, lust and promises of something good.
“Tell me why you think you’re not good enough.” He demanded, still marking his territory across their chest and neck.
Unable to lie, the words tumbled from their lips, “Because you’re a Prince. You look so fucking good and I’m left off to the side like some little bitch. It isn’t your fault, but I just wonder if you’re gonna leave me. After all, I was fucked up from Adam, and my old life; but now this.” Their free hand gestured to their body, the remnants of the damage caused by the inversion.
Vincent peeled himself off them, using some of his strength to keep his body parallel to theirs but hovering above.
His eyes roamed every inch of their skin, taking it in. They suddenly felt very exposed.
“Don’t you dare.” He warned as theirs hands came up to shield themself. “Lovely, you are… the single most exquisite beauty I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes upon. Not only are you fucking sexy, but you’re gorgeous in a way that words cannot do justice to.” He kissed their lips, soft and sweet. He kissed them like he was trying to make them believe him.
“You’re caring.” A kiss to their nose.
“You’re brave.” A nip to their chin.
“You’re mine.” A bite to their neck.
“You are my everything and more. You are kind, smart, beautiful, funny, and you have made my life so much better just by existing in it.” He swore, trailing kisses and nips over their heart and lungs.
Vincent made his spouse feel the weight behind each one of his words. “I will never leave you. You are not broken. You are my partner.” His breath ghosted their outer thighs. Vincent adored the way Lovely shivered under his movements. It satisfied some primal part of him to know he was the one causing that reaction.
“I have never, and will never, care about your scars. Internal or external. They’re part of what makes you so… Lovely.” They smiled at his idiocy, tears streaking down their cheeks. Festering black tendrils of shame, hatred and insecurity retreated slightly; relinquishing their hold on Lovely’s heart with each word.
They leaned up, taking Vincent’s face between their hands, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Their kiss was the type written in fairytales. The Princess Bride was a close equivalent, Vincent thought happily.
“I’m never leaving you.” He swore, thumb swiping away the few remaining tears that glistened under their pretty eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere either.” It was a nice reassurance, especially considering neither could lie to the other.
Vincent chuckled, hand worming its way down to their sensitive thighs again, “Actually I might if I can’t get my mouth on you in the next few minutes.”
They groaned, flinging themself backwards and laughing. Always one to ruin a moment, their Vincent.
Their Husband.
Forever.
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brreadbowl · 6 months
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GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥
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ryouichiii · 2 months
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☁️a cozy little couple ☁️
tousani art for @cicadidaesigure on twt!
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sprinkleskirby · 9 months
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Their color schemes match so well I literally love them !! They are now dating idc <3
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