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hansoeii · 9 months
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dear ed, I love everything about you.
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nipuni · 6 months
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Timelock 🕰️
A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on december 1st!
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sweet-marigold · 13 days
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Fizzarolli just arrived at the met gala!!
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itsalrightmeow · 1 year
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Haunted by the past...
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spiralatic · 3 months
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intairnwetrust · 4 months
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Elain Archeron
Artwork by @coralie.renards
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inside of you are two wolves; one thinks that the finale of tma season 5 was thematically spot on and that the ambiguous ending - where jon and martin remain unwatched and unknown, whatever happens - is a moving and meaningful resolution to their story ….the other is gay and craves whatever tiny crumbs of closure it can get
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michaelwheelers · 4 days
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SEDMIKRÁSKY | DAISIES (1966) dir. Věra Chytilová
“But you're so earthly, yet so heavenly! You don't belong to this century. Do you hear me?”
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missingn000 · 9 days
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hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!
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happy reading!
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y-allium · 1 month
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SIFFRIN <3333
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crownedinmarigolds · 5 months
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In the low light of the braziers, below the streets of the city in a haze of smoke, the followers of Set hold their ceremony and give their thanks and prayers to the Father. In the shadow of the Hierophant you see the spark of one bright pupil gazing back at you. The Herald, the Miracle, the Godchild. Set Reborn, the Hierophant may have you believe. She's looking your way, curiosity piqued at your presence. Her interest makes your skin crawl, your toes curl, your heart race. The primal fear of something incomprehensibly more powerful than you mixed strangely with the primal desires that come from looking at someone so comely. What do you do in the face of the Almighty? Perhaps the only right thing to do is give in.
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lunargrapejuice · 4 months
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every single wish, no matter how small, is worth seeing to fruition
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& you are my wish🩷
art by the lovely @mypillowpaper thank you so much for doing this for me 🥺🩷
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devine-fem · 26 days
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i think talia is such a romantic and she'd be so supportive of jon trying to marry damian. please more hc's i need them
STOP! I’ve always wanted to talk about them!!!! Jon and Talia always had an interesting dynamic with the way that Jon feels the need to actively defend Damian from her because he doesn’t know how complicated their relationship is but just how Damian has been affected by it. I feel like by this time Jon and Damian already had an intense conversation about his mother and he understands her a bit more but still can’t help but follow his instincts and defend Jon if Talia so much as fixes her lips to call Damian a weapon…
But if they wouldn’t be able to fight or so much as argue because no matter what they’d hurt Damian. They both always have Damian’s best interests at heart and If anything Talia is very traditional and would see a kryptonian as genetically perfect to be by Damian’s side but in a way it comforts her to know Damian is safe. That’s Talia’s biggest concern as his mother and if Jon is 1. Someone who makes Damian incredibly happy. And 2. Is able to keep him safe then why wouldn’t she like Jon for Damian?
As long as this marriage means that Jon is willing to devote his life to serving Damian’s every need then she’s totally fine with it. I mean she’d never wanna take that away from Damian, she loves him too much. I’d love to see these two interact, Jon gets on Batman’s case about Damian all the time and he’d probably be the same on Talia. I don’t think their relationship would be very domestic but I know that it would be interesting and sweet to have these two opposing forces coming together on a shared interest.
Just imagining Talia telling Jon “Keep him safe for me.” AUGH, my heart.
I feel like Damian would be SHOCKED to find that Talia approves but mostly on a level as to where they ARE kind of traditional so the topic of them being both boys would likely make Damian shy away from that conversation and secondly, Jon now is something that makes Talia see him as weaker: “In love,” but… really, she’s been trying to step away from that recently because she sees how Damian balances his heart and head.
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liamdni · 8 months
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Barely any doomry art... sigh... guess i gotta do everything around here...
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pommegrantaire · 7 months
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I can't imagine I'm the first one to think of and/or draw these two based off of this scene from The IT Crowd, but I couldn't rest until I got it out of my system.
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naffeclipse · 11 months
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Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”
oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting
As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.
As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.
Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.
Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.
High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.
The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.
You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.
That's how you confront him.
Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.
Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.
You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.
You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.
It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.
He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.
A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.
"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.
"Who are you?" you demand.
He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.
The killer animatronic left you alive.
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