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dualfated · 1 year
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Inuyasha would be left so sit and stare up after his retreating brethren, having more questions than answers. There was also a level of frustration he’d likely always have after every interaction with his older brother. 
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Sesshomaru seemed to look down on him for being uneducated. Inuyasha was well aware he was. He was never able to get what amounted to much in the way of anything like that. Just odds and ends picked up along his travels from different people or demons. Being a hanyou meant he could never have a formal education anywhere. No one was going to teach him the fine points of being a demon. Human schools wouldn’t put up with him either. 
Often his memories would surface, bringing him back to when children wouldn’t even share a toy. His mother would soothe his upsets. HIs father long passed on which was equally as frustrating. There was no one for him. 
There had been times when curiosity had gotten the better of him, he’d poke his head near human buildings to gather what he hoped was useful teachings. It never took long for him to wind up chased away, cursed at and threatened. Demons only ignored him or attempted to eat him if he bothered asking anything. Inuyasha leaned to keep to himself for a long time. 
Even his own brother had offered little. He’d grown used to that as well. Though now and again he would wonder what things might be like if either his parents had lived. Or if his brother had taught him anything beyond how to flee or defend himself. If he had stuck around the way family was supposed to. 
But now he was left to wonder on Sesshomaru’s words. Surely he didn’t mean that? Looked like he’d be spending some time thinking on their many interactions in the past. The last thing he’d intended on. 
“I AM NOT EMBARASSED!” He proceeded to yell at the sky, shaking a fist. Now he might have been. He wanted to be able to say just one thing to shut the smug bastard up. 
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puppybotrin · 4 months
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PUPPYBOT GANG!!!! UR SO COOL FOR THAT
also btw ur really really fucking pretty
that’s all, i hope u have a lovely day :)
awwwwh a robotgirl? and fae's a puppy too? yay! 😊
thank you so much! sweet little asks like this really brighten my day
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critterbitter · 4 months
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Language divides and building bridges.
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
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Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
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robo-milky · 27 days
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SAVANACLAW ROOK SAVE ME…
He has arms for days…
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s-lycopersicum · 4 months
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ato-dato · 4 months
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I return to you with one piece fanart, sire.
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nyamcattt · 1 month
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talon mythic mercy came into my house and stole my fridge. she kidnapped my cat, held me at gun point, and told me to draw this
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sorsabruh · 2 months
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Currently going crazy
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esaari · 1 year
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babygirl o'hara
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theandrosaur · 1 year
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He just wants to live his cottage wife dream, Wukong. When will you listen to him.
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ew-selfish-art · 10 months
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Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 
Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 
Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 
It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.
Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 
It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 
He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 
“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 
“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.
“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 
“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.
“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 
“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 
“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 
“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 
“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 
Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.
“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 
And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 
The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!
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rat-rosemary · 3 months
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HEY I NEED EVERYONE TO READ THIS.
I dont blame you if you were a Wilbur fan, and you shouldn't blame yourself either. You had no way of knowing, you were not holding Wilbur's hand as he did the things he did.
Do not blame yourself for loving something. It's not your fault it was rotten
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girlboyburger · 3 months
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street corner sights, sounds, and skies ...
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arawsuu · 19 days
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Save me Astarion..
Astarion save me.,.,
Astarion...
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tourettesdog · 3 months
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Today I read the insane phrase "DPxDC fanon" and I just want to gently remind yall that there is No Such Thing as "DPxDC canon" 😂
If anyone is feeling nervous about writing for the crossover-- or any fandom-- because you're worried about "doing it wrong", just remember that fandom is meant to be fun, and that if people want to see characters written a certain way they can pull up their writing program and do it themselves. 💜
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obsob · 3 months
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in other news. my frog family has expanded
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