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warriordragonart · 1 year
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Now you are naught but memories
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animalinvestigator · 8 months
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happy 8 years
i will transform so i don't die
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jacksprostate · 4 months
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witness your own delusions of grandeur.
art collab with @narutodivorcearcreal, who did the amazing drawing; I colored :)
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bunnithechubs · 2 months
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Anissa Mullin Generation 2 Lookbook (if you need a amateur lesbian romance author - let me know!)
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birdricks · 6 months
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i love you (but i never had a choice)
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sealpup9 · 6 months
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Ok Inertia came in swinging with a beat that slaps so hard I forgot to duck and was knocked on my ass by the force that is the last two verses.
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daisey14 · 2 months
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for @neil-perrys-glasses, inspired by this
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parasitoidism · 1 year
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Sorry I just finished alpha sapphire for the first time I have like 8 years of drawing to catch up on
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“Sing, let your heart soar! Sing forever!
Sad and so happy! Feelings flow over
Now our world is full of all kinds of colors
Closing my eyes, I still can see the stars…”
Overmorrow -FIN-
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vi-visected · 1 year
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the moon will sing a song for me
i loved you like the sun
bore the shadows that you made
with no light of my own
the moon will sing // the crane wives
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yinyuedijun · 1 month
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I am the absolute biggest failure at writing blank readers like I am trying to make this alpha mc as bland as possible (and they kind of are objectively ldjslsajwkal) but they are still very distinct in an unrelatable way 😔
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boilingrain · 8 months
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Congrats to Ingo for having the lead role in the Pokémon version of Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me
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izloveshorses · 10 months
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it’s so beautiful to me that what triggers anya’s memory of her past isn’t some big national secret or something inherently tied to the politics of her family or even her social class, it’s just a simple sensory detail of sitting in a carriage on a hot day and catching sight of a boy running after them
#anastasia broadway#anastasia musical#anastasia#dimya#i mean i get that this is the whole point of iacot alksdfj#but like#it's just a small thing?? and that feels so much more honest??#idk#also like#i know she has Been Through It but the narrative is so gentle to her#like this is just such a kind and gentle way to be reintroduced to who you used to be you know??#even though the song ends on a sad note it's still a very safe and comforting environment#a boy talking about a hot summer day and it turns out you were there too#and then we can get into the fact that the way he tells stories is exactly what she needed to unlock her memory#bc he uses sensory memories and specific details in the same way we remember childhood#like we don't think about the Overall Things going on at the time but we remember the way the food smelled or the texture of the clothes etc#and that's a much more interesting and Real story to me than anything else they could have done#letting this girl who has survived and endured so much have a moment to just. be. and letting her think about ribbons and a boy#which is why when ppl try to make her a figure either sympathizing with or against the revolution it doesn't work for me#bc it's not a show about revolution it's a show about a girl remembering the way her nanna smells when she hugs her#and in this context. that matters more#idk it's a story for the girls!!!!!#for the girls who don't remember everything but they remember their grandma's perfume and the way the carpet felt under her feet!!
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casiavium · 2 months
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I really need to be cleaning my room but. fanfiction I'd write if I had time but I Do Not
There are several ghiralink fic storylines that are along the lines of "Link gets exactly what he thinks he wants and turns out it isn't really what he needs" (whether real or a dream-state) that have him taking Ghirahim's sword and gaining complete control over him and the themes are of personhood and power and complacency. be careful what you wish for type things. A few that are Ghirahim killing Link/Link losing and realizing he would rather have him alive and fighting instead of dead/given up because it was more fun than way, but usually end up being sad. oh well I guess for the former and teaming up with Link to defeat Demise for the latter.
What I want to write is the themes of scenario 1 but role reversed so it's like scenario 2 with Ghirahim having the "this isn't what I wanted" moment. Ghiralink adds, usually as a joke, a level of "if I can't kill you, maybe you could join me ;)" and I want to write more or less Link doing that, Link being a perfect subservient extension that does everything he wants him to and he doesn't regret it (he can't), but Ghirahim having the realization that he doesn't want someone who is nothing more than an object for him to use. A doll. A sword.
And then, how Link has guilt over Fi and the Master Sword and his role as hero and how Hylia controls him but he's no better than her, Ghirahim realizing Link is now what he is to Demise and rethinking his own position. Is this what Demise thinks of me. Is that why he treats me the way he does. And he takes his anger out on Link but Link can't fight back anymore. Link doesn't want to fight back anymore, and not in a depressed it's hopeless kind of way, but in the same way Ghirahim accepted Demise pulling the sword out of his chest.
When Ghirahim is empty and goes isn't this what you wanted, Link can genuinely say no because he has a hero's heart and conscience and never meant for anyone to get hurt. When Link goes I am what you made me, Ghirahim has to face that fact that yes, he is, and he is made in my image, and I do not want this anymore.
#ghiralink#ghirahim#I want skyward sword bad ends but I want them completely different from what is already out there#I want the dark ending from Ghirahim's POV where he got what he wanted and everything is perfect and Link isn't ever an issue anymore#and like honestly. I don't want it to be a sex thing. like yeah that could be part of it but I don't think it would work as well#how I wanted the sword spirit au to go but did not manage to make it work this way 😔#I want Demise to win and Link to live and Ghirahim to know he does but not see him for a few weeks/months. to not even think about him#or feel any guilt that he's probably rotting away in a dungeon or getting tortured or whatever. no even excited about that just apathetic#and entirely focused on Demise (who is in turn pretty apathetic about him but he doesn't even realize) until one day he sees Link and he's#*not* a prisoner. he's just another solider in a demon army or a regular servant or maybe even a bodyguard to Demise. and he speaks with him#and there's no trace of animosity or anger or sadness or anything. there is no war in ba sing se etc.#and then I don't have anymore than that it's just kind of wouldn't that be fucked up huh#for Ghirahim to have absolutely no underlying thoughts of demise actually sucks or foreshadowing he's not the perfect blade he presents as#and all of that to snap when he sees an enemy completely changed. he wanted Link dead. even when he says you could join me#he would expect push back and fights and relapsing into wanting to be the hero. he never considered what if he wasn't an enemy at all
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oozeandgoo-art · 24 days
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#oc#haven#rex#monochrome#contents: a little raunchy for tumblr#doodle#really high effort one but it's about the shapes more than anything else lol#meme redraw#comic#i may color this. the original plan was to color it. however i spent all my energy for coloring on drawing an aftermath coda#im fond of this one. there's a lot happening in it#haven and rex are both dressed "up'' to annoy the other's plus-one minor enemy#<- specific au element#rex is wearing a weezer shirt because haven knows that'll piss off taran. haven is dressed up like rex's best attempt at a mid-00s surfer#because he knows felyx cant fucking stand haven and is also into buff masc dudes dressed in jeans with rhinestones and thinks it'll be funn#to put felyx in the Lustful Colander#(he is right)#haven's house is not actually a cool neat influencer home or whatever there's no like open floorplan white walls light bamboo floor bullshi#going on here. it's all like green and red granite tile and shit. the man has been around for a very long time he knows what kind of decor#he's fond of. those ARE fish tanks in the walls though. and a spiral staircase#the man has been around for a very long time. he does not give a shit if what he likes is 'tacky'#also when the one speechbubble he says gets weird it is because he is using a magic power and forcing rex to put his cigarette out. rex is#naturally kind of annoyed about this. it used to make haven wince when he put his cigs out on his hands so he keeps doing it every time thi#happens but he has not yet cottoned on to the fact that haven has fully stopped wincing and now just thinks it's a normal habit he has#and has no idea that it's specifically aimed in his direction#also haven has no issue with giving head but rex isn't aware of that. they don't communicate well#and what Rex is actually aware of mostly consists of 'asking him to bottom turned into a giant argument and then a physical actual fight#and he broke my jaw in like four places over it and it was awesome but i didnt get what i wanted' and kind of gave up on the subject#he couldve been getting his d!ck sucked this whole time and he didnt know it. so sad#lineart
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dawn-moths · 10 months
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Heya! If it's not too much, can I ask for nr. 3;5;15;32 or nr. 6;34;39;40 with Toya? I know it's a lot and I'm so sorry💀 but I think they'd really work together! The list itself it's so cute istgg😭 it was hard to choose
Have a lovely day!!
i’ll see what i can come up with 😉
prompt: seeking eye contact, recognizing the sound of their steps, watching their oblivious s/o lovingly, adopting some of their manners
character: dabi/touya (boku no hero academia)
words: 1200+
content warning: size difference, just some soft/comforting fluff with a teeny tiny bit of angst at the end, no other warnings apply!
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Touya drags his feet as he walks through the halls of HQ. In an odd way, it brings you some small joy, knowing he can relax a little more here, even if the sense of safety within these decrepit walls is a false one.
Out on the streets, Touya’s much more on guard, though he moves with a kind of gracefulness, like a stray cat slinking in and out of the shadows of a dark alleyway, each step careful and controlled, always ready to flee.
He stops and leans in the doorway for a moment before entering the room, a boney elbow crooked above his head as it presses into the frame for support. You can feel him staring at you, his striking sapphire gaze sending tiny sparks of electricity dancing across your skin despite the fact that you don’t turn to face him.
His aura is always looming, always haunting you, whether he’s around or not, like a phantom. However, unlike some other ghosts from your past that still cling to you, his is one you don’t mind lingering.
You continue to stare at the map splayed out on the floor under your fidgeting hands, though your focus fell to pieces the moment you heard his familiar gait scuffing closer.
Still, you pretend to continue working, knowing— despite Touya’s nonchalance during such a chaotic and busy time— he’d still probably give you hell if he caught you slacking off, make a sarcastic comment at the very least.
“Hey…” he drawls from where he’s still standing. When you still don’t turn, you hear the floorboards whine and creak under his shifting stance. There’s a short lull followed by an impatient huff as he exhales through his nose, and then he’s crossing the room to plop down on the floor beside you.
Touya keeps his eyes locked on your profile as your stare darts around on the map, cerulean catching where you’re worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
He knew you well enough by now to know exactly what that simple little habit meant. Something was bothering you.
“C’mon, now…” he murmurs, reaching over to gently brush a stray stand of hair behind your ear, melting a little whenever he’s around you. “You can look away from the map for just one minute, can’cha?”
“Can’t…” you lie, stubbornly keeping your eyes glued to all the crisscrossing streets and scribbled in landmarks that compose the main hub of the city. “I think I’ve almost figured this out… If I break focus now I’ll—”
But then he’s taking your chin between his lithe, calloused fingers, slowly turning your face until you have no choice but to gaze into all that cobalt blue, the color that so adores you.
“You’ve been working non stop all day,” he informs you, as if you weren’t already aware from how tired you are and the slight throbbing of a headache that’s been steadily drumming against the inside of your skull for the past two hours. “Just take a break.” Then he flashes one of those smiles, the kind that are just for you. None of his usual devilish smugness, only the sweet, comforting kind that even makes its way up to his half-lidded eyes a little.
Sometimes you think you’re the only one whoever sees him truly happy. You notice he only ever looks that way while his eyes are on you.
“Touya…” you whine in weak protest, beginning to turn back towards your work until his grip on your jaw flexes slightly, not so much a warning as a plead for you to take his advice.
Now it’s your turn to huff out a sigh, though yours sounds more guilty than impatient, quickly remedied by the way you allow yourself to sink further into his touch, his rough palm cradling your cheek once he realizes you won’t be choosing the map over him. At least, not until he leaves.
“You’ll thank me later,” he half sighs, half chuckles, clearly worn down by his part of preparing for the upcoming mission as well. “Trust me. Besides,” he nudges one shoulder in a lazy, languid half shrug, “it won’t do any of us any good if you’re so tired you can’t even think, when the time comes.”
You don’t want to admit it, but you know he’s right, so you groan out a sound of protest, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, feeling like, if you closed your eyes now, you could probably fall right to sleep, cradled and sated by his warm embrace. Touya thinks you’re adorable like this, but keeps that to himself, knowing you’ll go back to work out of spite if he teases you for it out loud.
“I mean, at least eat something,” he continues, placing a big hand on your shoulder, allowing it to make a slow descent down your back before scooching you closer to him, resting his chin on the top of your head once you’re pressed up against him. Then, trying to coax you further, he adds, “Toga snagged some of those pretzels you love on the last provisions run…” You can hear the smile in his tone, knowing he’s already convinced you when you flinch minutely at the mention of your favorite snack, perking up while still tucked into his chest. “She said she got you extra this time.”
Leaning back just far enough to meet his striking eyes again, seeing that pleased look on his scarred face, how could you refuse?
So you nod, moulding back against him and murmuring, “Only if you have some with me,” which earns you an amused hum from him, the sound vibrating low and soothing as you cuddle close to his chest.
“Deal,” he agrees, reluctantly standing from where you two were just starting to become entangled. As he’s once again perched in the doorway he glances over his shoulder at you and says, “This still counts as your break, just so we’re clear. When I get back I better not find you obsessing over that map again.”
He tries to sound stern, but his adoration for you flickers to life behind his words. You think you’re the only one who’s ever heard him sound like that too. At least out of those among you in the League.
You wave a hand at him dismissively, resisting the urge to glance back at the map and all its makeshift markings. “I won’t, I won’t…” you assure him, only to shift your expression into something a little more devious as you playfully warn, “As long as you don’t take too long to come back.”
Touya barks out a single note of a laugh before rounding back into the hall, that lazy stride echoing in quiet taps and drags until he’s out of your hearing’s range.
It makes you wish you could tear this map to shreds, reduce it to irreparable dust like your leader could if he laid all five fingers upon it. Because you know, in doing this work, you’re playing a part in putting everyone— putting Touya— in harm’s way. And while part of you hopes for a world where all of you can live free from what society has deemed as “good” and “evil” based on what quirk you were dealt against your will during childhood, you also fear that, for everything the League is trying to accomplish, not all of you— if any— will live to see the outcome.
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send me a number from this prompt list + one of the characters i write for and i’ll write a short lil something for you 💕
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