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#whipped
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#tenrose#ten x rose#tenroseedit#tenrosegifs#otp: my fortuna. that’s you#timepetals#tenth doctor#rose tyler#doctor who#doctorwhoedit#**#he’s so whipped for her it’s insane#to be fair if i was next to billie piper#i would make the same face#they make me ill (affectionate)#i’ll probably redo this once i get photoshop back on my pc bc i didn’t like the colouring that much#but for now have this
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i've been watching this one piece yt video (by @melonteee ) that talks about how zoro and sanji are the perfect wings for luffy and was struck by inspiration
#my art#my stuff#one piece#fanart#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#digital art#monster trio#he's a little unhinged so watch out!#also a really great video!#i'll clean the drawing a little more later#but for now have this
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Fire & Blood
#this may turn into something proper#but for now have this#Jon snow#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#snowstorm#jonerys#r+l=j#house targaryen#valyrianscrolls#canonjonsnow#minsart#my art#fanart#daenerys targaryen
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Feeling silly
#madness combat#madcom#madness combat art#madcom art#madness combat tricky#madcom tricky#mc tricky#tricky the clown#art#redraw#the last remaining gifts aren't madcom so I'm posting this#maybe I'll post the gifts#maybe#but for now have this
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“we can always trust him to lead the right way.”
#obey me!#obey me lucifer#obey me belphegor#obey me shall we date#Obey me beelzebub#obey me barbatos#uHHHHH UHHHHHH#so this was something that was brewing in my head since i started this game tbh#because i have so many thoughts about luci and belphie's relationship in general#but to cut it short: this is the first belphie started hating luci#in my head it is considered the first of many and i need to expel it all out#but for now have this#a scene of fallibility and strangely love#for someone you are losing hope in#art tag
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The desert is quiet.
It’s rare for it to be so still.
Whether there be people yelling, Scar scamming, the bleats from Pizza, the sounds of bunnies scampering around, or even the crickets during night fall. There is always sound.
Tonight, there is not.
Tonight, the desert is completely silent. It is as if the desert has silenced itself and it’s inhabitants in preparation of the coming death that will surely paint its sand tomorrow.
Not even the crickets make noise.
Up on the hill is a base. Maybe in another world it would be called a home. But that would imply that it is someplace safe. Welcoming. Something built on love.
But this tower of sandstone and birch is built on debt. It is built out of necessity. It is meant for protection, but that does not make it safe. It is a base. A shelter.
It is not a home.
There are lights on inside. Even with the moon raised high in the sky, both occupants are still wide awake. Neither are sleeping, not for a long while. They know death awaits them.
Rather than sleeping, they occupy themselves.
Grian sits on the floor, clipped wings tucked in as he rifles through their chests. He’s prepping any last minute things they might need. His brows are pinched tight, lips set firmly in determination.
On the edge of the bed rests Scar, who is watching him. To any outsider, he may seem relaxed. Comfortable. And maybe there is a part of him that is. But his eyes give it away. They’re stormy, clouded and dark. He is filled with thought as he considers what tomorrow might bring him.
“We could die tomorrow,” he says, shattering the silence the desert worked oh so very hard to create.
Grian continues rifling through their supplies, unaffected, “You won’t. That’s what the obsidian box is for.”
“There’s still a chance.” Scar shrugs, even though Grian can’t see it. The avian offers a slight hum of acknowledgement. He doesn’t turn around to face Scar.
The silence returns, and Scar goes back to his staring. He tries to drink in the sight of Grian in this base. Tries to memorize how it feels to be in his space. To have him at his side.
Neither of them have forgotten that Grian is only here until he’s yellow.
As much as Scar may want to believe that he’s managed to make a partner out of Grian, he knows the truth. Grian is a survivor. He is calculated. Careful. He is playing to win, and being with Scar will not grant him that.
Their partnership goes no further than a man trying to repay a debt for a mistake.
Grian is only here out of obligation. Out of guilt.
Scar is very aware of this. He has repeatedly told himself this. Yet that doesn’t stop his hope. It doesn’t stop the fact that he so desperately wants to believe that Grian will stay past his yellow life. He wants to believe somewhere along the lines, Grian stopped thinking about their partnership as an obligation. That he looks at Scar as something more.
But that probably isn’t true.
Scar has forced himself to accept the fact that Grian is something temporary. Something even less temporary than this game. He has forced himself to accept that Grian will leave. So he savors every moment he has with him while he can.
And alone on his mountain, he will sit with his memories for company.
He’s known from the beginning that this wasn’t going to last. And he thinks he’s okay with that.
(He’s not. He wants Grian to stay so bad that he aches. He yearns. Scar wants nothing more than to reach for Grian, to pull him close and keep him at his side. They’re partners. He doesn’t want Grian to leave him.)
Tomorrow, Grian will most likely be free from him. With what they have planned…
Scar’s gaze flickers to the avian once more. “You’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he hums, as if it were a fact.
Grian stills. “Scar…” he trails off, and Scar wishes he were better at understanding him. With just a single utterance of his name, Grian leaves Scar wondering what’s going on inside his head. He sounds solemn, resigned. Or maybe relieved? Happy? Defeated?
Forcing out a light chuckle, Scar lifts his hands up in surrender, “It’s fine, it’s fine! Really, G, I won’t hold it against you!” He doesn’t. God knows he could never hold it against him. “Your freedom awaits you! Are you budding with anticipation?”
Grian is silent. He drops his hand from the chest, ignoring the open lid. Slowly, he stands up and turns around, allowing Scar to see his face.
Yet even with his silent permission, Scar still can’t make anything of his eyes. His gaze is guarded, his face set neutral. Stoic.
He calmly walks over to Scar, moving to press himself between Scar’s legs.
Scar’s hands twitch, wanting to hold his waist.
Grian looks at him, “I’m most likely going to go yellow tomorrow.”
Scar’s heart clenches painfully in his chest.
“Which means my debt will be repaid and I’ll be free to do as I please,” Grian declares, and Scar knows this. He is painfully aware of it. He knows that he will lose Grian as soon as he’s no longer green. He’s been preparing himself for the loss since he brought Grian to the desert on Pizza.
He hasn’t allowed himself to reach for Grian the way he wants to because he knows he is going to lose him. He has kept just a bit of distance from Grian, never closing in, if only to keep his heart a little safer.
With Grian so close to him, his throat feels dry. He can see the way Grian’s brown eyes darken with the burning light from the lanterns. How that brown is molten, deep and mesmerizing. Up close like this, Scar wants to trace every light detail of Grian’s face with his fingers, to commit it all to memory.
He does not.
“Tomorrow,” Scar echoes, “you’ll be free.”
Grian nods. Though there is nothing enthusiastic about it as Scar assumed there would be. Perhaps earlier in their partnership there might have been. Scar never missed the way Grian’s voice sounded whenever he reminded him of their arrangement. There was always impatience laced with his words, some subtle excitement.
Now? He doesn’t hear any of it.
Instead, he hears hesitation.
“I leave tomorrow,” Grian repeats, and it almost sounds like he’s trying to sound convincing. To whom, Scar isn’t sure.
There’s no question about it. They both know Grian will most likely be a causality in their fight against Dogwarts tomorrow. They’re outnumbered, even with Scott and Jimmy at their side. And if he isn’t killed by their enemy, then surely he’ll be caught up in the tnt.
“I lose you tomorrow,” Scar forces himself to admit, as if it’s the final nail in the coffin. The final piece of evidence to prove what Scar has been telling himself this entire time. He just wishes his voice didn’t tremble.
Something in Grian’s gaze weakens, and for a moment, Scar is let in. He sees a hint of conflict in Grian’s beautiful brown eyes, and Scar wonders why it’s there.
And then, there are arms settling around Scar’s shoulders. It makes him freeze, eyes slowly widening as he looks at the man in front of him. “G..?” he asks.
“I’m turning yellow tomorrow,” Grian says, and his eyes are suddenly burning with flames. “And I’m choosing you.”
Scar’s heart stutters. He continues to gaze up at Grian with bewilderment, and his hands twitch once more. He doesn’t deny them, reaching up to settle his palms on Grian’s waist. “What?” Scar questions him very quietly, voice hardly above a whisper. It’s almost like he’s afraid speaking any louder will make Grian change his mind.
“What do you mean ‘what’?” Grian snorts, something playful in his eyes. “You heard me. I’m staying. I want to see this through with you to the end.”
Scar doesn’t react for a moment, just in case he’s dreaming. He waits for this image of Grian to disappear and melt away in his mind. He waits to lose the feeling of warmth around him. He waits to wake up in bed, alone and very cold.
But it never comes.
Grian remains where he is, arms resting on Scar’s shoulders.
Scar kisses him.
#mochi writes#scarian#trafficshipping#yes hi I was possessed#I’m. tempted to write more#very tempted#but for now have this#desert duo angst my beloved
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Against the purpose-built monolithic grand prix tracks of modern times, [...] the Monaco Grand Prix is an anachronism. It is next to impossible to overtake on streets that are narrow and lined with Armco barriers. If it was proposed today as a location to race cars at 180mph, those making the presentation would be led away by men in white coats and administered mind-altering drugs. Similarly, if it were mooted that it should be removed from the calendar, on grounds of safety, there would be uproar, not least from the drivers. This race is sacrosant.
From "Senna Versus Prost" by Malcom Folley
#yes i have bought his book about the secrets of the monaco grand prix and i cannot wait to read it#but for now have this#monaco#classic f1#monaco grand prix#my posts
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Hob loves to ramble about history and Dream loves to listen, as he always did at each and every one of their meetings, but as Hob starts going into another tangent about the mid 1800s - because the textbooks got it all wrong, as they often do - he stops mid-sentence at the feeling of Dream's head resting on his shoulder. Dream doesn't need sleep, not really, but Hob is one of the very few people who make him feel safe enough to let his guard down and just rest.
If he feels Hob's hand gently combing through his hair, well, he can't say he minds that much, not that he'd admit it to anyone. He just shifts a bit closer into Hob's side and lets himself be taken care of, feeling the tension in his shoulders slowly disappear as he breathes into Hob's scent and relaxes under his touch.
#hob gadling#dream of the endless#dreamling#the sandman#me: i shall write angst of the highest calibre#also me: my man has suffered enough he deserves some good ol fashioned fluff#i promise i'll write dreamling soft hours in an honest-to-god fic#but for now have this#i just think dream would be very sensory aware#hob's voice and warmth and scent and just‚ his presence are very comforting for him#you might as well give him a blanket and warm milk with honey‚ it'd have the same effect on him#this is a very fancy way of saying he loves to cuddle lmao#and hob is more than happy to oblige#i'm very‚ very normal about them#ty for 200 notes!#alec.txt
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Urania x Hermes
Azem x Fandaniel ✨💚🪽
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv endwalker#endwalker spoilers#ffxiv hermes#azem x hermes#azem x fandaniel#unsundered hali: urania#urania x hermes#ship: think of me#yeah I decided to take some gposes of them#I’m still working out the details for the ship development#but for now have this
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Just desserts
#sugary spire#pizzelle#pizzano#rosette#I wanted to try this fan game out and it is so much better than i expected :DD#i feel like they deserve better animal designs tho ill try to make it look more like the characters#but for now have this#also pizzano.
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title: feel the ghost in your chest
rating: teen and up audiences
archive warning: no archive warnings apply
category: gen
relationship: mim family
characters: mad maddie (disney), original female character(s), original male character(s)
additional tags: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced character death, implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced alcohol use/alcoholism, magic on the isle of the lost (disney), isle of the lost is a terrible place (disney), united states of auradon is not perfect (disney), implied/referenced self-harm, gambling
so what if I did a silly and wrote a mim fic
#I want to write something longer eventually#I have the timeline and everything#but for now have this#also I know that’s like. a lot of tags#but I promise everything is like a one sentence mention#disney descendants#naia writes#maddy mim#oc: magnus mim#oc: moira mim#oc: morcant mim#oc: malise mim#oc: mardella mim
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Fic Rec List
Third time's the charm, or so they say. Here's another fic rec list.
When in gotham: don't drink the water by @wesslan
This is pretty much crack but in the absolute best way. Gotham's tap water causes some...weird side effects when consumed by humans except no one told Tim that. He's doing his best ok?
My Eyes Are Fitted With Prison Bars (series) by TheFloof (@floof-writes)
neurodivergent yj! love this so much the vibes are impeccable. Tim and Bart have a super sweet relationship here, sharing all those nd traits and I just have loads of feelings.
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans by Lilac_hyacinth
soft TimBer for the soul! Tim's alone at another school event and Bernard is a good comforting boyfriend (except they're not boyfriends yet shhhh). feat. good dad Bruce, Dana trying very hard, Tim being a photographer, all that good stuff.
Got Stepped on All Over by whaleofatime (@cetaceans-pls)
I have this fic saved as 'fics I would make fanart of if I could draw' and I am Right. It has all my favourite things but most importantly HORSES. Also just like...restores my faith in humanity a little it feels very real in a way I cannot quite explain. (Bruce and Dick race across Mongolia to stop an epidemic which suprisingly does not remind me of covid)
library card by mikkal (@wrencatte)
God I am obsessed with this fic. Libraries deserve all the appreciation and this fic has it in spades. I loved outsider POV fics sometimes and this is a perfect example of a really really good one. If you love Jason loving books and public libraries this fic is for you.
Consultation Work by Mouse_in_this_house
Feral core four, Jason trying his best, Tim being Tim, there is nothing I do not love about this fic. Really good at identifying the strengths and weaknesses of everyone based on their experiences and personalities which I Love.
An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67 (@hiddendreamer67)
Secret identity shenanigans + Tim joins the family early = god tier fic
(Tim, in a fit of youthful idiocy, tells Batman Bruce Wayne is his guardian. It all works out...eventually)
Declensions by dustorange (@dustorange)
You know when you think you know a character's origin story and it doesn't need to be told again? Yeah so I would trust dustorange with every character's done to death origin story after reading this. It's Dick Grayson like you've never seen it before and I love it.
miles and miles (in their shoes) by JUBE514 (@jube514)
Sometimes you need a bit of a shove to overcome your differences and Tim and Damian need even more than that. These kids are SO FUCKED UP but this fic is so sensitive about it and it's beautiful.
Black-Clad Bats and Making Money by Gray_Days (@cineresis)
That one fic about the Riddler if he were played by John Mulaney. I'm not normally a first person POV kinda person but this is the exception it is hilarious and also somehow relatable? idk what that says about me.
#fic rec list#batfam fic rec#is this going to be an annual thing now?#possibly#i'm gonna go back at some point and find the writers on tumblr to tag#but for now have this#edit: now with tumblr urls#only took me ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR
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Poor lost girl
#I swear one day I will post something that isn’t#noelle holiday#but for now have this#deltarune#deltarune fanart#my art tag
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follow me and i’ll follow you
#pokespe#pkmnart#absurdistshipping#trainer pearl#trainer diamond#might color this for reals later#but for now have this#sfw#beepbops
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NaNoWriMo Day 1!
So! I have put 367 words down for my nanowrimo novel this year. Will update more today, obviously, but every story needs a starting point!
I'm so excited for nanowrimo this year, I was literally counting down the days in October to the second it became 12 am on November 1st.
I will post again once I reach 5k, (and 10k, 15k, 20k, etc). I'll probably just reblog this post, if I'm honest. So stay tuned for that!
#nanowrimo#nanowrimo 2023#we back baby!#I am so normal *explodes*#0.73%#aka 367 words written lmao#next update will be more exciting I promise okay#but for now have this
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I am awake and thus my brain is running and so have this to appease the masses
Moni Gruber was now a giggling, squealing, average teenage girl. And she was alright with that. Because now, she had friends, a family, and the greatest boyfriend ever.
And that was why she was giggling uncontrollably. She was telling the others all about their declarations of love.
“Oh my goodness, it was like a movie,” she was saying excitedly, “He was- ugh I can’t even say it but oh!! I love him so much.”
She hugged herself and giggled excitedly. Constance smiled.
“Aw, you two are adorable together! You’re lucky to have Mason, Mon, he really cares about you.”
Moni smiled sheepishly. Ocean cleared her throat.
“What I’m concerned of is-“
She looked around warily then turned to Moni.
“Did you.. do the deed?”
Moni turned red. “No! Ocean, what the hell?”
Noel and Mischa burst into laughter and Moni covered her face in embarrassment.
“Ozi, why would you even ask that?!”
Ocean shrugged. “Too many teens have sex before marriage, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t ending up burning in hell.”
Penny snickered. “You are so direct, Ocean, oh my God.”
“Do not use the Lord’s name in vain!”
“Oh, shut up, you asshole,” Moni snapped, and the others laughed.
“I almost hit him with the shovel though,” Noel said, directing the attention to him.
“You what-?”
Moni nodded solemnly. “We were kissing in the backyard and he freaked out and grabbed the shovel, if I hadn’t stopped it, Noel would’ve committed a murder.”
Mischa exhaled. “All that, poet? I wouldn’t expected so much from you.”
Noel scowled. “She’s my sister! My little sister.”
“By like three months!”
“You’re still younger and you should be telling me when you kiss a guy!”
“Ugh, you’re mean,” Moni teased, then felt someone hug her from behind.
“Ah!”
Mason bent over and grinned. “Hey, Monini!”
Moni laughed. “Mason!”
She turned around and hugged him. Penny pretended to swoon in Constance’s arms.
“Oh, it’s Mr. And Mrs. Best Couple. Their love and radiance is making me faint!”
Mason laughed. “Nice to see you too, Penny. And Ocean. And Connie. And Mischa. And Rickster! And.. Noel.”
Noel pursed his lips. Even after the events of the last week he still didn’t trust Mason.
“Hi, Mason,” he said coldly. Mason pouted.
“Come on, I thought we bonded last week!”
“I threw a rock at you,” Noel deadpanned, “And tried to kill you with a shovel.”
Mason tsked. “That’s not the point. Come on, we’ve been friends since middle school. What caused this change of heart?”
“He’s just mad his little sister got a boyfriend before him,” Ricky signed. The others laughed and Noel was appalled.
“That is not! Ricky!”
Ricky grinned smugly at Noel’s horrified expression.
“Anyway,” Moni said, turning to Mason, “What’s up?”
Mason smiled. “Nothing, just wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend before Science class. It’s a shame we don’t have any other classes together and you have choir practice after school.”
Moni nodded. “Yeah, it sucks. But I’m glad you’re here now.”
They kissed and the others hooted and hollered like it was the big game and the town favorite was winning.
“Oh my God,” Moni grumbled, “Are you going to be this dramatic every time we interact?”
“Pretty much,” Mischa said, going on his phone to text Talia.
“I mean, nothing really happens in Uranium, and finding out you have a boyfriend is probably the highlight of the month,” Constance said with a shrug.
“Oh, if I could talk I’d be even more dramatic,” Ricky signed, “But alas, I’m resigned to clapping wildly. It’s still fun though.”
Moni rolled her eyes but still managed a smile.
If two years ago you would’ve told Monique Gibeau from the alleyways of Paris that she’d be living in a better town with friends and family and people who cared about her, she would’ve punched your nose and stole your wallet.
But now here she was. Happy and thriving with a family she never wanted to lose.
#moni gruber#ride the cyclone#rtc au#i really need to stop with the fluff so you guys gets heartbreak#but for now have this#enjoy ;)#sydneys weirdness
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