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k3fanblog · 6 months
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Best HKM song bracket!
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tamanegi-san · 3 days
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You cannot save people, you can only love them.
Language of flowers and Alternate Universe (Day 2 and 5)
{I chose yellow chrysanthemums because it symbolises strong bonds, and also neglected love ^^✨}
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artbyfuji · 2 months
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enjoying valentine's day 🍨
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sysig · 4 months
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Just keep getting back up (Patreon)
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#Fellplates#Gaster#Asgore#The thought of Gaster able to heal himself! Rather to only have himself to rely on in a world that lives to hurt him (and everyone else)#It's an interesting inversion that's for sure#Is it as satisfying if it's not the one who deserves the broken bones? The pain of rejection or of justice retribution punishment?#It's still the same face - and it's not like he's wholly innocent here either#And besides it's always fun to draw tears hee ♪#Get him just a bit disheveled aside from the broken bone - it's hard to imagine him in different clothes even after drawing him in the dress#Softer clothes would be so nice to hold Babybones with but even just dropping a shoulder off his coat or untying his bow tie - it's strange!#I do like the image of his flower crown shedding petals when he gets roughed up tho hehe - tossed around just a little too much!#Breaking his hand right down the middle - it'd be much easier with the holes in his hands as a weak point#All his bones could break easier than his hands before that but now-#It's weird to draw Asgore like that lol I dunno....Works well enough for utility but pffblt :P I always forget his pauldrons anyhow lol#Really rubbing it in that Gaster will be fiiiine he's sooooo special what with his ability to heal >:( Lol#It does make him a bit of a target - a regenerating punching bag? Ideal to see just how far you can push him#It was fun to draw with my green coloured pencil as well ahh <3 Healing magic always gives me a bit of the warm fuzzies#It was the original comic that made me fall in love with Handplates after all ♥ Pretty and feelings <3
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artemispt · 4 months
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LONG HAIR AND SUSPENDERS 🫠
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gordon-freeman-phd · 5 months
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It's time to suit up, Gordon.
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felinelun · 3 months
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Hey, Vicdecai shippers! All of you! Espesially those who ship one-sided Vicdecai and relish that Mordecai-the-repressed-gay-man angst! Don't you find you all miss something? Because I think you are.
Because Victor, the cis man Mordecai has that tragic crush on? Well. Imagine you are Victor. That cis slavic guy who has a wife and beloved beautiful kid.
Imagine you had them, but you are changed by The Great War now so irreversibly your wife cannot accept you, she cannot live with the man you are now. She left and she took your dear child, too.
And than you meet a person, a person who is more than fine with that war broken man you're now, a person who's always by your side, a person worth diying for... Hell, a person worth putting a fucking tie on a fucking New Year for!
But you can't love him. Because you have a wife and a kid. And he is a man. And you cannot love him, because men do not betray their wives and do not love other men, that is simply a rule and you now can't live without being true to some rules in your broken life, without orders of life...
And than that person betrays you and your found family. And you just start losing your purpose
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ballpitwitch · 9 months
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KEANU REEVES Dogstar Concert @ Brooklyn Bowl in Las Vegas 8/12/2023
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originalartblog · 2 years
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Honk
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finn0cchio · 1 month
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aang you beautiful bald idiot
fun fact: this is exactly the opposite of what happened in my family au. Aang and Zuko met in highschool (like in their last 2 years). Zuko knew of aang's existence because Aang helped azula with something for a class one time. Aang, on the other hand, was determined to get to know zuko because that boy was head over the heels in love as soon as he saw zuko. When Aang heard about zuko's interest in manga, he started reading some. One time he purposely let a manga fall to the ground in front of zuko. Zuko picked it up, with the intent of returning it to aang. Aang saw zuko picking up the manga and went "alright this is my time to shine". Except that it wasn't because he tripped on his shoelaces (because he stuffs them inside his shoes like a dumbass) and fell on top of zuko, breaking his right wrist (my man aang was 5'9 at 17, did sports and was a big dude in general). From there they eventually became friends and their relationship started to evolve from there :3
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k3fanblog · 11 months
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Best K3 song bracket!
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Link to the full bracket
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companion-showdown · 8 months
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Who is the Hottest Companion?
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[ID: pictures of 9 characters from Doctor Who, the top row, left to right, has the Delgado!Master, The Rani, K9, Jack Harkness, and Sarah-Jane Smith in the 2000s, the bottom row, left to right, has River Song, Jenny Flint, Yasmin Khan, and the Dhawan!Master. In the middle in text reading "TIE BREAK ROUND", "ONLY 1 WILL ADVANCE" \end ID
the actual tie (or close enough) was between the Delgado!Master and Yaz
TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST
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blackmensuited · 4 months
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sleepingsims · 1 year
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would there ever be a possibility of a version of your Kayla Curls hair without the clip? It's so friggen beautiful and I neeeeeed it for my medieval/fantasy sims ;~;
ofc nonny <3
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kayla curls ribbon edit (because i couldn't get a regular hair tie to look cute)
24 ea + 7 modmax swatches | recolor acc with 15 swatches | hat compatible | proper lods | proper maps | original hair
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rustingcat · 2 years
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Supercorptober day 4 -
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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year
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Death At The Hands Of A God
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Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst
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It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.
That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.
Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.
He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.
Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.
He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.
He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.
Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.
He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.
Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...
He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.
He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.
Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.
You had said his name.
Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.
It hit your throat.
Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.
There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.
What had he done.
Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.
"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.
You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—
No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...
Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.
He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.
The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.
Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.
There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.
It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.
You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.
He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.
But first...
It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.
Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.
His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.
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