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lunarrosette · 6 months
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Y’all I’m feeling so normal abt nark rn y’all don’t even understand
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keferon · 3 months
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"Mind if I make a little music?" Drift asked, holding out a hand for Ratchet to pass him the synthboard.
"Not at all," Ratchet said, offering it up by the strap.
Drift spun it above his head, hands dancing over the board and making a truly awful sounding ruckus out of the speakers. His optics were locked on something behind Ratchet. He took the clue and ducked his head to Drift's chest so that Drift could swing. The speakers screeched and a body fell back."
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Unfortunately I can’t kiss the author of this fic, so I decided to do the next closest thing and drew this instead haha
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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year
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“Ace had his own adventures, and I have mine,” Luffy mumbles, drifting off again. “You have yours, too. I don’t want you to miss them. I don’t want you to miss anybody. Or to… be here when you’d rather be…”
“Luffy—”
“Free,” Luffy manages. “Sabo’s supposed to be free.”
@taizi put your faith in what you most believe in
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edsbacktattoo · 8 months
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you know stede would play along with ed's innkeeper roleplay
OH MY GOD HE WOULD!!!!!! YOU JUST KNOW HE WOULD
he'd ding the bell without being asked to. he'd announce that he's got a reservation under some fake name, and then he'd ask ed to walk him to his room for him. i guarantee that fruitcake would even ask to see the ring of keys.
all ed wants in this stupid life is for someone to match his energy and be silly with. and then here comes drama-club-kid stede bonnet and blows it out of the fucking water. i hate them (lying)
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mattmaesonnatural · 1 year
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What’s your favorite italian food?  — Jibcon11 February 26th 2023
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thedeathdeelers · 3 months
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a choice
“and so choose, luke patterson,” the voice boomed around him. “a reset, back to 1995, leading you to a life of fame and fortune, or,” the voice paused for a second, then continued. “or the 21st century, always on the brink of success, but never within your grasp.”
“will i be able to keep making music?”
“yes, but never to the same scale as what could be in 1995.”
“will i be able to keep the ones i love?”
“yes, you will have your family no matter your decision.”
“but julie.. what about julie?”
“if you choose to go back, her memory of you will cease. she will only know you as a famous musician, born decades before her.”
“but she’s family!”
“choose, luke.”
“i-“
“fame or julie molina. you must make your decision.”
“i choose…”
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the voice fades, and the pitch black room he was in disappears — suddenly there’s a flash of light, and luke is blinking furiously, eyes struggling to readjust.
it takes him a moment, but his vision starts clearing, little pieces of the space around him coming into focus.
his journal on the coffee table, alex’ kit pushed towards the back and reggie’s jacket draped over the couch — the studio just like they left it.
luke continues to scan the space, heartbeat starting to pick up when he sees no hints of julie anywhere — no piano, no coloured gel pens, no hair-clips nor plants.
did the voice make a mistake? was he back in 1995?
was he…never going to see julie again?
the panic rises while luke is rooted to the spot, unable to move.
what had he done? what was happening? why-
“luke?” he hears from the doorway- the voice of an angel.
he spins so fast he loses his footing, but barely has time to recuperate before a small mass of curly hair and blurry limbs come hurtling towards him, slamming into his body.
his arms reflexively come up, holding her in place and pulling her into him.
“julie,” he breathes out, his heart beating a mile a minute.
“you’re- you’re really here?” she chokes out, her slim arms tightening around his neck.
“i am,” he says, disbelief still evident in his voice. “i am.”
julie molina.
choosing julie meant choosing music — it was as obvious to luke as breathing.
she was music.
and luke knew that no matter what, he will always choose julie molina.
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luna-lovegreat · 6 days
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Legend sick fics you say 👀
Well I don’t think I remember too many sick fics off the top of my head but weathered and wavering by Quirkle is very good.
Once you have a collection please do share with the class 🫶
Hehe yeah. Here is the original post about Legend sick fics. I got a lot of recommendations in the replies and reblogs that are so cool- seriously I read a ton of them and you guys are so awesome (/gen)
@uniquevoidflowers wrote this fic for me which is amazing of course- it has some of the coolest imagery with a flower thermometer which makes me very happy
Pretty much all of @skyward-floored 's sick fics are awesome, including this legend one that was instantly recommended to me by quite a lot of people lol (since it was posted very recently) (go read it)
Fill the cracks with gold by @sister-dear was so fun to read, it might be one of my favourites for Four
I loved Hiding behind plaster and ceramics by @occasionallyprosie -it had a lot of takes I hadn't seen before and was also very good writing
@arecaceae175 recommended down, a nine chapter sickfic that is really good, I loved reading it.
There's a lot of other ones, and most of them are in the notes of the post I made:
@the-au-collector made this reblog with a ton of good recommendations, and @hero-of-the-wolf reblogged with one I liked. Idk if the links can work like that but we'll find out
And my wisdom tooth surgery went well :D I've stayed off the internet for a bit of recovery. I'm good I'm just not doing too much interacting when I'm tired *shrug*. I was scared because my health is always so bad but it was ok. :))) I have definitely spent a lot of time reading- I knew it was a good idea to ask for sick fics for surgery week XD
So that's the lovely list of sick fics I've been reading- for when you get your wisdom teeth out. Or you're not feeling well, or you just feel like reading. Anyways.
Also my mind is still pretty tired right now but I wanted to answer this- I hope it's ok for everyone I tagged, and my phrasing and language isn't good right now, sorry. Love you guys /plat <333
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poepill · 11 months
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happy belated valentines day quodo upon thee! originally posted on ao3 for the quodo minifest, this was my valentines for @chacusha, who organized the event! i had a ton of fun drawing them and im definitely looking forward to next year <333
+ bonus art based on the comic by Kate Beaton, Javert is in Slash Fiction:
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nguyenfinity · 1 year
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[slams this on the table] HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY
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spinjitsuburst · 8 months
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good. morning.
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sillyfudgemonkeys · 1 month
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I need the 12 year old Rangi with her mother lore dropped like yesterday FC Yee. Don't leave me hanging. TT0TT
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wisteriagoesvroom · 3 months
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ao3 writers who drop like 50k of landoscar story at once and then disappear off the face of the planet........ who are you? do you know the splendor and generosity of what you've just done??
anyway, reading this, really good so far--
you be time, i'll be space
pairing: landoscar by littleplumtree 50k words (!!!!!!!!) landoscar. IN SPACE!!!!! rated m
moodboard for the vibes--
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isa-ah · 2 months
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the way this fic builds the tension so gradually that you genuinely DONT EXPECT IT when it SNAPS on you oh my god. oh my god. "that careful character of terus was not returning." followed by "yesterday was thursday, isari." guess ill just. guess ill just jump off the fucking roof. guess ill jsut rip my shirt open and yell
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kheyys-worms · 8 months
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Plucking away at your happiness.
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Another fic fanart, this time it's inspired by another @merakiui's masterpiece: His Blueberry Eyes 💙💙 Go check the fic out! But do read the warnings first cause, boy... ngl, this one's heavy--
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evil-crayon · 10 months
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Melian and Thingol, 2 seconds into their 200 year long staring match.
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cherryjuicegf · 1 year
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"Will you forget about it?"
She feels Jaskier's soft breath on her stomach and shivers as his lips curve on her skin. He shoots her a questioning look as though he's too occupied tasting the night off her body to hear her. "Forget about what?"
A sigh.
She closes her eyes for a moment. Swallows the pain down to her heart. It doesn't matter. It's the last night. "This." A twitch of her lips, and she doesn't dare look at him now. Instead, she looks out the open window. "Us. These past months."
At once, Jaskier stops paying all his attention to the poems he is stroking and looks at her, a frown between his eyebrows. He lays his head on her belly, and it's so warm, so heavy with tenderness. What will she do with all this tenderness, all this poetry?
His voice sounds a little hurt as he speaks. "How can I?" Before his certainty has time to echo, Yennefer's tongue turns again to blade, and she laughs.
"You're lying."
"Yennefer..."
"Don't."
Her body is tense under his head, his touch, but he doesn't move, as though insisting on the softness. And his eyes, huge and staring and, oh, the complaint. Did she already forget about the softness?
She keeps her lips from quivering, her voice from trembling. Shakes her head as though pleading. "You don't fool me, bard. We aren't in the keep anymore. You're leaving tomorrow." His hand is lying between her breasts, and she tries to rebuild the wall they had so desperately wrecked. "You will be sleeping around again. Never staying afterwards."
Jaskier is almost out of breath now, out of words, and until now she had never taken pride in stealing his voice with pain, only with pleasure. Something wet on her skin. His lashes brushing against it, she realises. But he can't speak. Not to say anything of importance, at least.
He knows she is right.
And yet he doesn't seem to admit it. A silent chuckle. "You know a thing or two about leaving, don't you?"
He means it as an insult. Still, Yennefer smiles and looks him in the eye, deadly. "As well as you do, bardling, yes."
"Why wouldn't I stay?"
"Because you can't." He parts his lips to speak again, but suddenly, oh, she is so tired. She lets herself slump and lets him look, and the sharpness in her voice breaks. He knows how it's supposed to go. There is no point in arguing over it. "Because I can't. I have somewhere else to be right now." Then, a whisper, a plea. "You know that."
Slowly, she threads her fingers through his hair, and as though she pulls loose a thread, he lets out a breath and closes his eyes. The line between his eyebrows now runs deeper. "I know."
He catches her hand and places a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Then he crawls up to her, up to her lips, like a worshipper who thinks he is forsaken by his god, while he himself has forsaken his faith. He kisses her.
He kisses her.
Then, he hides his face in the curve of her neck and breathes her in. "Can a heart forget a love?"
Can you pass by an empty room without remembering the time it used to be full of life? Does absence grieve for its present or its past?
A sigh, broken. "If it can't afford otherwise."
She feels his smile against her skin, his muffled voice. "You don't really believe that."
The breeze blows in the room, and the curtain shivers like an awakened ghost.
Yennefer shakes her head and softly, almost absent, she places a kiss on his hair. "It doesn't really matter anymore."
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