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#I AM FERAL OVER THEM
laurenkmyers · 3 months
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yuriinadress · 7 months
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Cute af fiolee pages in this comic I picked up (Adventure Time Comics #8)
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cc-kote · 8 months
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Are you guys seeing a pattern here? Because like. Come on.
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owlfacenightkit · 8 months
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Them <3
Ough I forgot how much I love this ship
They’re adorable
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gregmarriage · 2 years
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started succession last night and i am very much in the throes of brainrot, both of the show in general and of the tomgreg variety
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jeeaark · 5 months
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So. Uh. It's not that Greygold didn't trust Shadowheart not to go stabby-stab (I didn't), Greygold is still new to friendship and just thought that intensely intervening in each other's life choices was what friends were suppose to do.
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"You wear fine things well." The red shirt matching the red silk. The moon in the back being a waxing phase instead of full as they decide to take it slow and rebuild. The hand holding. I'm losing my mind
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sunrayram · 3 months
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Ok first post and idk if anyone’s gonna see it but I made this AU where Husk and Alastor are switched on TikTok and it’s giving me so much brainrot I decided to post it here too. Here’s a lil explanation!!!
Bad Beat AU
Charlie Morningstar needs help getting her hotel off the ground! Who better to help her than the overlord of the cards and owner of the Jackpot Hotel & Casino, Husk? The two of them agree to become partners for mutual gain, and Husk brings in a few of his own workers to help with the princess’s passion project…
Years ago, in a desperate state, Husk bet his soul against the infamous Radio Demon. Against all odds (and all logic) he won, taking Alastor’s soul in the process. Husk kept his status and his power, but he didn’t realize how much it would cost him. Hopefully the princess can put him back on top, and maybe help him be free of his pet deer without getting himself killed in the process.
On Alastor’s end, things have fallen apart. Spending years being yanked around on Husk’s leash has left him seething and desperate. Lately, he’s been making increasingly reckless grabs for power, driving himself mad in the hopes of getting out from under Husk’s thumb. The moment he’s free, he plans on ripping Husk apart limb from limb. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. Anything to make it through another night.
Yeah, these two are gonna tear the hotel apart. Also, Nifty’s here!!
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bara-izu · 9 months
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"You... you are full of surprises aren't you?"
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allmightyscroll-swag · 6 months
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Shout-out to @onejellyfishplease for creating a fic that my brain latched onto so violently that I think of it on a weekly basis
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Man, i can't imagine having the feeling of something literally buzzing under your skin writhing to be let out let out let out- being comfortable.
Original sketch below cut;
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It was way more moody but I was like. no . The boy is overwhelmed the arts gotta be BRIGHT and EYESORE-y
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sapphofrog · 1 year
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i will gaslight myself into believing tma is not a horror-tragedy and jmart got married and lived together happily in scotland and no one got stabbed and the apocalypse didnt happen and-
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BONUS:
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noose-lion · 8 months
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Soukoku is so celestial body coded.
Sun and moon forever separated by time, space, and earth's gravity.
An asteroid slamming into earth with such force it causes an extinction level event.
Two stars cannibalizing eachother having been drawn into the all powerful force of eachother gravity.
A quasar ignited by the collision of two galaxies
This
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he existed for literally 3 seconds years ago and yet i still think about him
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notthesaint · 3 months
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Hiii, I wanted to draw a Winged Nosk dragon for a while. Figured the Winged Nosk person's birthday would be a perfect opportunity to do so.
Happy birthday! Hope you have a great one <3
Oh lird.. I just opened tumblr and I suddenly gotten attacked by a weird lookin creecher. HELLO?! HUH, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I AM SO FLABBERGASTED BY THIS ARTWORK 😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH 🧡🧡🧡
YO YO YO HOLY SHIT. I'm such a SUckER for creepy freaky creecher designs. I AM LOSINV MY MIND OVER THIS ONE
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possibilistfanfiction · 8 months
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hello :) feel free to ignore if you're not taking prompts anymore but I can't stop thinking about bea and 'now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good'
[whoever sent this prompt a bazillion years ago, know i've been thinking abt it forever. sry it took this long but a sweet little cam pov, butch bea universe, post-canon]
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'hey.' you're careful to make sure your footsteps, while soft, are audible, and that you don't move too quickly; beatrice hasn't been a nun for years now, but you're certain that, if you scared her in the middle of the night, she could have you on your back with a broken collarbone quicker than you can even blink.
as it is, though, she turns to you with a soft smile and then gazes out at the waves again, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms tight around them, chin resting atop. you're wrapped up in a thick blanket you'd taken from the foot of your bed — you know ava always makes sure it's in your favorite of their guest bedrooms whenever you plan to visit — and beatrice is in a soft sweater, a beanie pulled down to sit just above her ears.
it's the middle of the night and dark by the sea, but the lights from the city, perpetual and unrelenting and hopeful, create an ambient haze.
'all right?' she asks quietly.
'oh, yeah,' you say. 'just jetlagged.'
she hums, not uncurling, still not looking at you. her posture is easy, albeit a little sad, a little small, but she's not tense; you know your company is welcome.
'are you okay?'
she seems to weigh her answer. 'i couldn't sleep.'
you don't have to ask more to understand: you're the one who found her at the arc, sitting stone-still; you're the one who held her, hours later, as she had a panic attack that seemed to roll on and on in waves; you're the one who quietly kept tabs on her in the eight months ava was missing as she waded through the world steeped in tangible grief. you know every detail of her recent injuries, her recovery progress months later. you have your own nightmares too.
'ava's okay?'
you know he is; beatrice wouldn't be skulking away at 3 am on the beach outside of their house if he wasn't. still, it gets her to smile. 'fast asleep, taking up three quarters of the bed. korra is taking up the rest of it.'
you smile; korra has a habit of cuddling with you when she's off-duty and you're visiting, but you know if beatrice leaves ava's side, korra is immediately there, even if it's just to sleep.
'is your leg bothering you?'
it gets beatrice to unfurl, just a little, and stretch her left leg out along the sand. you'd gone running with her the day before, easy along the water, and she hadn't shown any signs of soreness, but you know sometimes, especially if there's going to be rain, her hip aches. 'no,' she says, 'it's okay.' she lets out a deep breath. 'i'm okay.'
you nod; you know well enough by now to not press the issue. you've seen so many people you love — ava and beatrice included — injured, in pain; some people you have loved have died, and there was nothing you could do to save them. it is not an easy life, to save the world.
you let the waves roll in and out peacefully. beatrice is your big sister, has been for years and years now. eventually, she sighs and turns to you, fiddling with the engagement band on her left ring finger, a marker of one of your favorite joys. 'do you really think i'm — ava wants to marry me.'
ava, since, like, four days into knowing beatrice, has been in love with her, you're pretty sure, and they've been together for years, have built a life and won a holy war and built a life again — so of course ava wants to marry her. but, still, 'yeah,' you say. 'she does.'
beatrice shakes her head, like she can't quite believe it. on bad nights, maybe she can't.
'bea.'
she twists the band around her finger, then takes her beanie off and runs a hand through her short hair. you scoot closer to her and bump her shoulder with yours and wait for her to look at you. 'ava is just — he's been through so much. he's hurt, so much. and he deserves to have the most beautiful life.'
'that's true,' you say, because it is, in every way. but, 'in what world is that life not spent loving you?' you're sure beatrice has made up a million reasons why it isn't true, some nonsense about her not being patient enough, not being kind enough, not being sure enough about who she is, not being free enough to want things, not being excellent or extraordinary enough. 'listen, i was rooting for you ages and ages ago, okay? i meddled as best i could.'
it takes a second, and it's watery with unshed tears, but beatrice laughs quietly. 'i do remember that.'
'bea, you have to know by now, right?'
you watch her jaw clench; sometimes love, especially ava's love, so generous and so bright, is hard to swallow, is even harder to stomach.
'you don't have to be perfect. you just have to be good.' you touch the ring on her finger and than lace yours with hers. 'and you are so, so good.'
you're definitely not surprised to see her sniffle and wipe below her eyes. she steadies herself after a few seconds, but not in a way that makes you ache. instead, she puts her beanie back on and finally turns to you with a smile. 'thank you, camila.'
'no need,' you say. 'you love us all so well, every day.'
her eyes are soft. 'i try.'
you squeeze her hand.
'tomorrow morning,' she says, 'you have to act surprised, because ava has this big brunch planned so we can ask you extravagantly.'
'go on, i'm loving the concept so far.'
'will you officiate our wedding?'
it's maybe, or, like, definitely, the best question anyone has ever asked you. 'are you kidding? of course.'
'you're sure? it's — it's a gay wedding, and you're technically still clergy, and —'
you roll your eyes and, for good measure, elbow her in the ribs. 'you're out of your mind if you think i care about any of that, let alone believe it. you're my favorite couple. also, we've been to like twelve drag brunches together? i've told you multiple times i think ayo edebiri is hot.'
'well, i just —'
'it would be the greatest honor of my life, beatrice.'
she hugs you, tight, and the next morning you do let ava order an extravagant amount of food and then ask you again; you pretend to be surprised and he sees right through you, playfully huffs at beatrice but then just whoops and hugs you anyway when you obviously agree. it's easy, to bask in her light, in their love. at their wedding, in front of the same ocean, on the same sand, as you hold beatrice's childhood bible with its careful notes and occasional doodles and recite love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres; love never fails; as bea cries the entire time in a perfectly tailored suit and ava, in her wispy dress, gossamer and lace, laughs and wipes her tears — it's easy to know that this is what god meant. a union, steadfast, devoted, faithful, you say; a holiness worthy of the divine.
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