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terengineer · 4 months
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https://youtu.be/5HF4mqotTh8
New chick the link video!
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vampirebutterflies · 6 months
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“It’s about belonging to something when the world has told you you’re nothing”
matching gentlebeard icons 🥹🌌 made with screencaps from the wonderful @sherlockig over my pictures from Van Gogh Starry Night art exhibit
made to match with my co-captain @gremlin-soup, free to use but credit is appreciated!
better quality + all icons here 🌅
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maridotnet · 2 years
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"i might draw some art for this fic sometime someday" i thought to myself before immediately blacking out and waking up an hour later with this in front of me
@carpisuns this is for you <333
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nguyenfinity · 8 days
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Another project, a dozen drawings based on 3 rules you set for yourself!! mine were flower heads, shows the sky somewhere, and they're all different times of day
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captain-amadeus · 9 months
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"Those vines are thornless, meaning it's a feeling of annoyance rather than malice. Or maybe he's restraining himself."
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astrhae · 2 years
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i’m literally still dying about the yearly dates and the snowdrops and dream bringing hob gifts from the dreaming??? DREAM FLOWERS??????? and how dream’s question changed from “do you still wish to live?” to “do you still wish to be severed from the dreaming?” goodbyeeeee
i'm dying that you noticed the dream flowers because i just think that hob has so much faith in life, even flowers from the dreaming (which shouldn't survive the waking world, because dreams rarely survive the waking world) would grow simply from the sunlight of hob's love, from how much he loves and believes in and cherishes life
i just think that hob has so much faith in life that he makes dreams come true out of sheer stubbornness and love -- and i had to write that thought into the fic and i'm so glad that you liked the little detail 💙
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scottapez · 9 months
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yandere sim. seriously.
JUST LET ME HAVE THIS .
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sailforvalinor · 1 year
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belyyv0lk · 1 year
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Me trying to write this chapter *just right.*
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wonderloste · 2 years
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ʚĭɞ       ―      THE TRUE ROUTES  +  ARCANA  ,
› we all have a little madness in us , alice. especially you.
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inkmchine · 10 months
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❝ A sandwich, if thats alright. Been cravin' one all day. ❞ he hoped that wasn't too much to ask for.
@bypoisedapples [x]
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sweetpeaslut · 1 year
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i don’t think any of you knew but i really love flowers! i totally don’t say that every day of my life nooo not me!
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johaerys-writes · 2 years
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Fandom: Castlevania
Pairing: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard, Hector/Lenore
Summary:
After Trevor gets grievously injured by a night creature, he and Sypha return to Dracula's castle to seek Alucard's help. The man they find there, however, is but a shadow of the friend they left behind.
Meanwhile, in far Styria, Hector does his best to survive in the vampires' court, a lamb amidst wolves. Little do the wolves know, the lamb has fangs of its own.
Chapter 15: Where All Rivers Meet is up! Trevor, Sypha and Alucard embark on a new adventure 👀
Read from the beginning | Read on AO3
"Give me a hand with this, will you?"
Adrian looks up from his work to see Trevor coming towards him, dragging a large log behind him. His cheeks are flushed a deep rosy pink from the exertion, and his brow is gleaming with sweat.
Adrian sets his saw down and hops off the log he'd been cutting down into planks. He's by Trevor's side in a couple strides; he lifts the log with one hand and easily carries it to the stack he's gathered beside his work station. 
"... no need to be such a show-off about it," Trevor grumbles, but Adrian can still detect the amusement in his voice. Trevor sits on the short stub that remains of the nearest tree and pulls out his waterskin, watching as Adrian resumes his work.
They've been at this for the better part of this day, and the one before it. Making up their minds to leave the castle and the hold, and to hunt down whoever is bent on bringing his father back from the dead is one thing; preparing them for withstanding their absence is entirely another. Adrian has put in far too much work into preserving and repairing the Belmont library to leave it at the hands of bandits or the Church, and as many bad memories as he has of the castle, it is still his home. There are a lot of good memories mixed in with the bad, besides.
And the good ones keep growing in number, Adrian reminds himself with a small, barely perceptible smile.
He sneaks a glance at Trevor, who takes a sip from his waterskin with a content sigh, face tipped slightly towards the sky. The sunlight caresses his features, and the dappled shadows from the tree above them move gently about his form. He had the calmest, most serene expression on his face, and his eyes are closed.
They snap open immediately when Adrian swipes the waterskin from his hand.
"Oy! What's that for—" he starts, then pales as Adrian brings the mouth of the skin to his lips. The strong and fiery sweetness of the drink that hits Adrian's tastebuds is hardly a surprise.
"Whisky, Belmont? Really? And it's not even noon yet." He hums knowingly, taking a generous sip that warms his insides, just as Trevor jolts bolt upright on his feet.
"Bring that back here."
"Is that from the bottle in the liquor cabinet in my study? Or the one I keep in the kitchen for cooking?" He rolls it around on his tongue to decipher the flavours. "Hm, neither. This is definitely a single malt. Were you snooping around the wine cellar again?" 
"Give that back, you—" Trevor reaches for the skin, then huffs in annoyance when Adrian holds it over his head, tauntingly out of reach. "I just thought we deserved a drink after all the work we've been doing, alright? Nothing wrong with that."
"'We'? So you didn't intend on drinking it all by yourself?" Adrian tsks. "As if you were going to fool me by putting it in a waterskin, of all places." He tilts his head to the side, smirking triumphantly. "I know that look."
"What look?"
"The look. The one you get when you're drinking something particularly pleasant." He leans closer ever so slightly, to drive the point home. "I know it. I know you."
"Do you, now?" Trevor quirks an unimpressed brow, glancing between his eyes. Then, he reaches up to cup the back of Adrian's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. 
It takes Adrian aback. It always does. The feel of Trevor's lips on his own, the warmth, the taste— no matter how many times it's happened, the very first moment they kiss is always a surprise. Trevor's chin is a bit rough with the first signs of stubble, and his lips are a little bit chapped, yet still so soft. They draw Adrian in, irresistibly so, and when Trevor swipes his tongue over Adrian's bottom lip to pull it gently between his teeth, Adrian's knees go a little weak. 
A quiet moan rises to his throat, caught in the negligent space between their mouths. Adrian sighs when Trevor's arm winds around his waist, pulling him closer, deft fingers teasing at the hem of his shirt. 
With his other hand, Trevor snatches the waterskin from Adrian's grasp before he can stop him.
"Well, well," the devil hums. "Good to know this trick still works on you." 
Adrian lets out an indignant huff, then bites down on Trevor's lip for retribution. The pained groan it coaxes out of the man brings Adrian infinite pleasure. "Ass." 
"Thanks, you've got a fair bit of that on you, too." 
Read the rest on AO3!
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quiteriana · 2 years
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there’s something in the way flowers will turn their petals and leaves to face the sun… the way they are so eager to live
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aroaceofthesea · 14 days
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Today was so funny i asked my uni friends what made saint george's story a love story and i loved their slow realization of well... He gave her a rose.... Oh
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lavender---sunshine · 2 months
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There's something about spring that fills me with childlike wonder and excitement but its kinda weird to feel that while also struggling to pay my taxes on time idk
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