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nellasbookplanet · 9 months

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I know this is old hat to just about everyone, but I'm more and more enjoying Imogen and Laudna as not just a mirror of the Briarwoods but also, and perhaps even more so, as a foil.

Laudna may be the death magic goth with a necromancer in her head, but out of the two of them, Imogen is the stronger mirror of Delilah. She’s the one with the undead lover, the one prepared to break the world by risking Delilah's return as long as it got her Laudna back, the one with the drive and the thirst for power and knowledge. Laudna meanwhile, while also tempted by power, is mostly just along for the ride, deeply devoted to Imogen over anything or anyone, alive only because Imogen found a way to resurrect her. They have looked each other in the eye, recognised the same seeds of darkness and the possibility of giving in, and said 'Together either way'.

But they are also in many ways a direct subversion of the Briarwoods. Delilah and Sylas both seemed perfectly happy to have made a pact with Vecna and revelled in the power he granted them, even knowing the disaster he would bring and the horrific acts he asked of them. Imogen and Laudna meanwhile, while tempted by power and openly voicing said temptation to each other, actively fight against it. Imogen was prepared to risk Delilah's return for the sake of Laudna's resurrection, but she would've fought her every step of the way. She's tempted by the power and knowledge of Ruidus, but also prepared to give all of it up if it means saving the world, because unlike Delilah she chooses to care about people other than herself and her lover. Laudna may be prepared to follow Imogen into hell itself, but she may also be what would lead her back out, because unlike Sylas she doesn’t just recognise darkness in her lover, she wants to fight it alongside her.

This is what I mean when I say these two hold the potential for great darkness. They wouldn’t function as a mirror and a foil of the most romantically iconic critical role villain duo if they didn't. But holding the potential for darkness and corruption also means holding the potential to resist and fight said darkness at every turn. It gives them the potential to choose kindness and struggle while still keeping a little bit of that darkness in their hearts, because without it, they never would have found each other.

#critical role #imogen temult #laudna #cr3 spoilers #imodna #southern gothic #cr3 #i still get weirded out by the way large swaths of shippers will happily compare imodna to the briarwoods because #'ooh romance and aesthetic and breaking the world for each other ~~'#and yet will completely lose their shit when someone actually engages with the darker aspects of their characters #and talks about their relationship as anything other than perfect and fluffy and supportive #guys. the potential darkness is what makes them interesting. it's where the flavor comes from. embrace it #I'm hoping for more moments where they give in a little to that dark the way laudna did when killing bor'dor #i mean laura even said last 4sd that imogen very well might next time because she Wants To Know!!#please go there miss bailey I'm begging it would be such an interesting turn for both imogen and laudna!#delilah briarwood #sylas briarwood #nella talks cr

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mugwot · 6 months

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cult of the funky little guy funny interaction from The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara also some lamb design thoughts

glow up of the century

#fic good go read #narinder needs to fucking chill maybe take a hot bath lay around in a sunbeam #go to therapy #scrungly little guy #lamb loosely based on a valais blacknose sheep just less fluffy in the face #also their tail is undocked because why and who would do that to a person who can clean themselves #more tail to swish around in excitement #the fact that they are still a Lamb like a century later #will they never physically grow up? big horns not allowed?#sad #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #furry art #my art

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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hold on. i just wanted to see their height difference and. and hold on-

ill probably clean this up & do the other neighbors but ohhhhh my god. hes SMALL!!!!!! TWELVE! APPLES! (bg Home included to see if Barnaby would be able to fit through the front door. nope<3)

#im imagining barnaby leaning against home's roof while home repeatedly hits him with the side window #(it does nothing)#ANYWAY SO YEAH WALLY TINY. SMALL MAN #since the only info we have on heights is that wally is 3ft (twelve apples) and julie/sally are just a smidge taller than him #then frank/eddie are 4 ft #and then howdy/barnaby/poppy are all 7-8 ft #since theyre a bit vaguer im currently hc-ing that barnaby is the shortest at 7'9 while poppy is a solid 8 ft and howdy is between them #that still leaves barnaby as an absolute BEHEMOTH #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #okay. okay okay okay im so anormal about this #because i fucking Love height differences ok #whether its platonic or romantic or WHATEVER I AM WEAK TO IT. ITS MY FAVORITE THING #just a big person and their little guy. a little person and their big guy. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #barnaby can hold wally like a ferret. wally can probably hide under barnaby's fluffy ears. im losing it #also the character heights are probably different than the physical puppet heights #since in the official art they all seem to have consistent size/height differences that slightly contradict their heights #which makes sense!! the big guys have walkarounds And live hands to keep em in frame with the smaller guys after all #(unless that info is a lie and there Are no different puppets bc theyre all alive and autonomous maybe but also hmmm Thinking)#still. wally is. so small #also its gonna amuse me when humans come into play #bc its like oh no!!! the puppets are all 3-4 ft tall! so tiny and vulnerable!#and then barnaby & howdy & poppy show up-#they could absolutely wreck humans. like fuck dude. theyre Huge.#id shit. just saying. if a near-8-ft-tall four armed four legged caterpillar man showed up id Pass Away On the Spot #i would say No Thanks and then Die Instantly #great now im picturing julie screeching THEY CANT STOP US ALL and then the smaller puppets swarm a person #so true queen <3 they Cant stop you all <3 especially when you have a huge fuckoff dog backing yall up

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shheep · 4 months

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idk what they put in those silly little trolls movies but I can't stop thinking about them

#dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls branch #trolls poppy #fanart #trolls fanart #sheep art #broppy #SRRY IF THIS IS CRINGE OF ME... I THINK BRANCH AND POPPY ARE ADORABLE #my friend and i watched all three movies last week and i haven't stopped having trolls brainrot since #btw the fluffy legs are 100% inspired by a throwaway visual gag of Poppy shaving her legs in a montage #like... what if they were all fluffy little guys? And they had tails?#what then?#trollmaxxing by doodling my own take on the designs while i have the beat goes on cartoon playing in the bg

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dualcosmog · 16 days

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0136 Flareon

I drew this flareon with more texture in the fur, just to give it a more fluffy impression compared to the other eeveelutions the other ones looks more sort of cool so I decided to go with cute this time :3 this concludes the eeveelutions for generation 1! i think it's gonna be a little while until the next ones

#flareon #apokemonaday #dailydex #pokemon #art #dualcosmog #gen1 #pkmn #eeveelution #fluffy little guy

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liothebiblioklept · 12 days

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More monster AU!! Need to practice bird wings more rip

No other characters really have assigned mythical creatures so im prolly gonna have to make a lot of stuff up, which means just damianya for now! Sticking to Greek mythology creatures most likely as well

#no I cannot draw faces consistently <3 #definitely drawing medusa Yor next #fluffy anya rights #anya's such a silly goose #damian's such a little guy #monster sxf au #sxf damian #sxf anya #sxf #spy x family #spy x family fanart #spyxfamily #spy x family art #sxf doodles #doodles #gonna draw some tma fan art after this i promise I have been neglecting my other fandoms :[#improvment?#sketch

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finnleyandsillys · 4 months

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I love my boyfriend,

Starring @juaneloriginal ‘s Fluffy Narrator

We both absolutely adore him 😭

#tsp #the stanley parable #tspud #thestanleyparable #tsp narrator #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #the stanley parable narrator #the little guy #fluff ball #hes so silly #i love fluffy things #and he is fluffy #BEAVER KING FOR LIFE

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justarandomart · 1 year

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They argue over who has the best human sibling

#the owl house #toh #undertale #ut #king clawthorne #asriel dreemurr #toh king #asriel #idk i might as well post this messy doodle i made a while ago #they just remind me of each other #both just fluffy little guys!#crossover #fanart #NRart

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captianprices40thson · 6 months

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good morning good fellow could you write more about Graves x male!reader? I love your writing and 🫡🫡🫡 this american twink makes me feel things I don't like.

It's only right to think about the guy you love and hold him tight.

Warnings: None. Very fluffy. There is a little bit of internalised homophobia but that’s only if you squint and use a magnifying glass. A swear word or two. Not edited.

Requested: Yes!

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Phillip Graves x M!Reader

Pronouns used: You/Yourself. Reader is male and receives masculine compliments.

AAAAA SORRY I’VE BEEN GONE FOREVER. School caught up to me (you know how finals are in my country.) But I’m nearly on break and will be able to write a lot more. Enjoy this extravaganza of bullshit and pain.

“Phillip-�� You groaned as he dragged you through the home you shared, blindfolded. Of course, you knew where he was taking you, you had walked this path a million times before…but he still wanted you blindfolded.

“Almost there, handsome.”

“Why am I blindfolded?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. Sure, you didn’t ask any questions when he put it on you from behind, but it felt like he was dragging you around for a good seven hundred minutes.

“Because I have a surpriseee.” He responded and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. The American man continued to hold your hand with his own, which was surprisingly soft for a man like him who spent his days in gloves and handing things rather rough.

“Phillip, I have to cook dinner.” You mumbled, getting the slightest bit frustrated. Yes, you loved this man with all your heart, but he really needed to stop doing this shit when you had just gotten home after a long day.

“Okay, okay…we’re here.” He smiled and let go of your hand, leaving you in the darkness that was the blindfold. You were left alone for a moment, before his reassuring hands came from behind to remind you that you were not alone, and that he would be taking it off now.

“Surprise.” He smiled as the blindfold came off and your eyes scanned around the room. It was what was previously the living room, now turned into an assortment of pillows, blankets, a few stuffed animals that came from both you and him, and overall just a comfortable ass looking room. The TV and coffee table were not covered, although the coffee table had an assortment of food he knew you loved.

“I know you had a rough day at work and…figured you might just want to relax.” He continued, walking further into the room. He had taken his shoes off, revealing he was wearing cat paw print socks you had gotten for him ages ago as a joke. You were going to mention it, but he spoke first, handing you a pair of matching socks, although they were black and pink instead of his white and pink.

“Don’t think your amazing and totally cool husband would let things like a bad day slide. It's relaxing time, big guy.” He smiled and you felt like he could not have said anything more cringe. Though, that’s why you liked him. He was cringe and to be honest, so were you.

“Jesus Christ, Phillip.” You smiled, taking your socks off. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“So are you? Remember what you did when I kissed you the first time?” He retorted, sitting down on the couch which was currently covered in a blanket with a stupid amount of pillows.

“Yes, I understand. I said crikey. I was seventeen. It was cool back then.” You responded, taking off your own shoes and socks in order to put on the pair your husband had given you.

“Was it though?” He asked, picking up the remote and turning the Tv on.

“Oh like you can talk, Mr ‘Totally straight until you met me.’” You smiled as you sat down on the comfortable couch next to him.

“Oh you know what?” He groaned and before you could say anything, he tackled you on the couch, ending up on top of you with his head in your neck. You both laughed, his body pressing on top of yours was comforting and felt like home. The weight of his body on yours was a reminder that you were very real and very loved.

“Wanna watch YellowJackets?” He whispered, knowing that you had a strange fascination with Jeff. When you had first watched it, you had thought that the man was your husband due to them looking so similar. He didn’t see it. You wondered if he had a twin named Warren that he either didn’t know or didn’t tell you about.

“Absolutely.” You mused, watching him sit up and lie down on the other side of the couch. He invited you over to lay next to him, your body pressed against his. You could feel his body pressed against yours, his arm snaking around your waist in order to hold you tight.

“This feels…out of character for you.” You told him, looking around at the pillows and blankets strewn all over the place. You were right, he would never usually do this for you…what changed? You turned your body over to face him, his features changing from resting to deep thought and finally, a loving look that said more than words. “I had a…realisation at work today. Nothing big but…my time with you is precious. I don’t want to constantly be Graves around you…I want to be Phillip. And Phillip doesn’t want his husband to come home to no comfort after what I heard was a shitty day.” He told you, moving his hand to hold your face, gently moving his thumb up and down your features. He was right, this was Phillip. Not Commander Graves that you knew so well...the Phillip who you married.

“Romantic.” You murmured, going in for a kiss. He reciprocated, holding you as your lips touched. It was a shitty day, but you were pretty sure this man could make anything better if he put the effort in. He was just like that.

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Long after you had fallen asleep and he had turned the TV off, Phillip lay awake, still holding you close to him. You were facing him, so he was able to study your features. God, you were so handsome. In his eyes, there was literally no one else more beautiful than you (and he’s met Gaz so that is huge.) His eyes looked over your lips, your perfect nose, your closed eyes and soft breathing as you slept. Could he have anyone more perfect than you?

“I am so lucky…” He whispered, moving a hand to rest against your cheek, caressing your face.

“You are so easy to love…and I was not. And yet you loved me anyways…god, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, a small smile on his face as he spoke to himself. He wanted you to hear him say that…but he didn’t think he was ready to admit this stuff aloud. The Phillip you knew was still under a protective layer of Graves.

“You are also very easy to please…and you’re a great cuddler…you’re just…amazing.” He told you, almost waiting for you to open your eyes and reveal you were awake the whole time.

“And…I want to be there for you more.” He continued to whisper, the ring finger on his hand suddenly feeling a whole lot heavier than it did before. He took a breath, ready to say it aloud for the first time.

“I want people to know we’re married. I don’t want this to be hidden anymore…I want to tell my shadows, I want to wear my wedding ring to work…I want to be romantic with you publicly. I don’t want to hide you anymore.” He admitted, a small tear in his eyes forming. “Starting tomorrow…I will be Phillip…the Phillip that loves you and wants you to know. The Phillip that isn't scared anymore.” He affirmed, the tears now rolling down his face. You continued to sleep, you dumbass, not knowing that this man was confessing his heart out to you right now. But not in the way he did when you were both nineteen.

A small kiss on your forehead was felt, making your unconscious form form a small smile, before he wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep, feeling like he had gotten such a big weight off of his chest…and he had.

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“I’m headed out. I'll be home late tonight so don’t wait for me.” He told you as you entered the kitchen, having gotten dressed into your own work clothes.

“M’kay. Love you handsome. Thankyou for last night.” You smiled, walking up to him and kissing him on the lips. He nodded, then turned to go and leave the house, opening and closing the door…and he was gone.

You took a sigh, holding up your wedding ring hand. You also took it off every morning before work. It was something you hated doing but…you understood it was not ideal to be queer in your work environment. You took off the golden ring, moving over to the small wooden tray in the kitchen where you both placed yours every morning. You placed it down next to…no. His wasn’t there. He had taken his own to work. A wave of serotonin rushed through you as you realised what he had done.

You picked yours back up, a moment of hesitance. Do you take yours with you as well, or put it back? If he was brave enough to do the act, why weren’t you?

A moment of thought, tossing the ring back and forth in your hands. Then, you made your choice.

HAHAHA SCREW YOU. CLIFFHANGER. This is like inception. It's up to interpretationnnnn~.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod #fanfiction #fluff #writers on tumblr #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #graves x male reader #phillip graves x you #graves cod #male reader #phillip graves x male reader #very fluffy don't worry #internalized homophobia but only a little bit guys #GAY #fiction

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pookiebearmick · 23 days

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Aching for some slow dancing or touching their waist to move past them for the prompts 🙏

i just feel like ian would always be wanting to slow dance with mickey. like all the time. he'd be a little cheeseball and put on music and make mickey dance with him just because he loves him and wants to be close to his hubby <3

Mickey always lets Ian pick the music when they're cooking together, and Ian is always grateful. He loves Mickey's dad rock Spotify playlists, but after listening to them all day when they're out on the job, all Ian really wants to put on some slow, soft, indie music to help him relax.

He and Mickey jabber their way through making supper, Ian talking about some family drama happening between Lip and Tami and Mickey going on about Iggy trying to find a legal job. They keep yapping all the way through their meal, too, just enjoying hearing each other talk. Listening to the other's stories about what's going on with their respective in-laws, mostly, since they spend pretty much all day together.

Once they're done eating, Ian gets up and takes their dishes to the sink while Mickey reminds him that they need to kid-proof the apartment for Franny's stay this weekend. Ian chuckles and gives a quiet "I know, Mick, I remember" as he grabs his phone and changes the music.

He turns back to Mickey, a big grin on his face, as the strings start playing over the small speaker.

♫ At last...

My love has come along ♫

He holds out his hands for Mickey, who rolls his eyes, but still takes them and stands with a grin.

"Fuckin' sap," Mickey teases, shaking his head with a small chuckle and wrapping his arms around Ian's waist.

♫ My lonely days, are over ♫

"You know it, baby," Ian smiles, leaning in to Mickey's teasing and wrapping his arms around his husband.

♫ And life is like a song...

Oh, yeah, yeah ♫

Ian pulls Mickey close and Mickey leans his head on Ian's chest, letting him take the lead in swaying them back and forth to the music.

♫ At last

The skies above are blue ♫

They move back and forth together in their small kitchen and dining space, swaying along to the music and enjoying a soft moment made just for them.

This, Ian thinks, is the perfect way to finish a busy Tuesday.

#ian is just a little guy #he simply wants to slow dance with his husband #mick doesn't complain too much #just a little #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #gallavich fic #certified yappers #i believe ian has a hard time getting mickey to stop once he's started #deckard's words #xxmoonch1ldxx #writing prompt #fluffy stuff

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