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evriikas · 2 years
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Life drawing theme: Link!
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I want Liam to just be hanging out in 221B one day (well, I want him living there, but that’s a wish for another time), and someone comes in with a case and is all, “Oh, Dr. Watson, you’re...prettier than I imagined. And I didn’t know you wore an eyepatch!” and Sherly and Liam just play along and do a whole case together that way. John isn’t quite sure how he feels about it, but realizes it’s convenient for days when he’s got a lot going on with his practice. So sometimes Liam gets a telegraph that’s just: John busy. Care to play the doctor? The girls at the telegraph office are quietly convinced this means something kinky. They are...not entirely wrong.
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perkeloityja · 25 days
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> be aware that the military-industrial complex is objectively horrible and all conflict that leads to loss of life should be prevented at all cost
> also have extensive knowledge of the horrors of WW1 and how terrible it was to be a soldier
> listen to Sabaton for the first time in a bit
> but dying in war cool!
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aclosetfan · 5 months
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Welcome back!! I hope everything has been well for you. I missed you and your writing and I’m so glad your back! I can’t wait to see what you make of this prompt! (Greens)“I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear” I was thinking butch-centric but I’m fine with whatever
prompt 1: "I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear”
a/n: ha! I did it! I lost the thread a little bit while writing it because i think I'm funny, but I actually wrote something for fun little victories
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“Dude,” Butch squinted in the direction Blossom was pointing, “I can’t see jack fuckin’ shit.”
“Butch, your glasses,” Brick let out a long sigh, “just put on your glasses.”
“My wha?—oh yeah!”
“I forgot you wear glasses!” Bubbles chimed in with a smile, peeking around Blossom.
Butch shrugged, rooting around his pockets, “Eh, I hardly wear them.”
“Why not?” Blossom asked, letting her arm fall back to her side as they waited.
“Because someone always aimed for my face when we were kids.”
“And you’re welcome,” Buttercup snorted, crossing her arms. “Those wiry little frames always made you look like the biggest—oh, um,” She paused mid-sentence as Butch pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Yeah, yeah,” He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust, “do you know how many pairs of glasses you broke? Mojo still gets on my ass about—what’s your problem?” He sneered, taking in her wide eyes and red face.
“Um—” Her gaze snapped away, and a girlish giggle escaped her, “—I, uhhhh, um—” She shot her smirking sisters a panicked look.
Butch tsked at a smudge on one of his lenses, removing his glasses momentarily to wipe it away with the end of his shirt. He shivered when cold air hit his navel.
“Ummm, what,” He mocked, blowing on the lenses and rubbing the glasses again before shoving them back on his face.
Something like a squeak came out of Buttercup’s mouth, and she whipped her head around to face her sisters. Practically hysterical, she made panicked gestures toward him.  
“Haha, yep,” Bubbles nodded, bouncing on her toes.
“Nice of you to catch up, Buttercup,” Blossom snorted, propping a hand on her hip.
“But for how long!”
“It happened when we turned fourteen,” Blossom hummed.
“Hey,” Brick hissed, “aren’t you gay?”
Blossom smirked and looked Butch up and down, “What? Just because I don’t like the product, I can’t enjoy the packaging?”
“Wait! But how am I just finding this out!” Buttercup cried, shooting him a quick look before covering her mouth with a gasp, “Oh! Ha—” she let out another nervous laugh, “—oh no.”
“Aw, Butters, don’t worry, you’ve always been a late bloomer,” Bubbles cooed sympathetically.
Blossom nodded in agreement, “Better late than never.”
“No,” Brick warned, “No. All three of you, stop it.”
Butch’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, “What, uh, what’s going on? Why are you acting so—”
Brick used his fingers to literally snap his attention away from Buttercup, “Hey! Hey! No. Stop thinking right now! I think enough for all of us, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about them, alright—” He shot the girls a look and gestured to the sign Blossom had been pointing at earlier, “—isn’t there a sign you wanted us to be reading?” Brick didn’t wait for an answer, “Because there’s a sign you wanted us to be reading, so you tell your horndog sister to stop all her disgusting, impure thoughts about my sweet little brother, okay, and get your asses back to the hero shit before you start confusing him and tainting all his dumb little thoughts. We don’t have—we don’t have time for all this heterosexual nonsense. We all agreed to that, remember? Remember the agreement? You’re breaking the agreement!”
Buttercup squeaked, covering her face—so red, it was practically purple—with her hands, “Please don’t just say it like that!”
Butch’s eyebrows shot up, “Please? Did she say please?”
Brick shushed him, “I said, no thinking!”  
“Okay, so—” Blossom argued with Brick, “—we came to that agreement when we were ten, fully aware these two idiots wouldn’t catch up until later, so they weren’t a part of that. We agreed they weren’t a part of that.”
“Well, now, they’ve caught up, so you’re breaking the agreement, and that means we get, like, fifty free passes to do bad guy shit.”
“Nope, nuh-uh,” Blossom jabbed a finger at Butch, “he hasn’t figured it out yet. Not at all.”
“He’s an idiot!” Brick snapped.
“So is she!” Blossom threw her hand towards Buttercup, “And she wouldn’t be having these thoughts right now if he hadn’t tempted her! That means you broke the agreement, so you gotta help us do fifty different acts of service!”
“Blossom!” Buttercup whined, ducking behind Bubbles, “Stop!”  
“No! Fuck this!” Brick threw his hands in the air, “We’re brokering a new agreement! We won’t be having any of this enemies-to-lovers bullshit happening in this group. We have a solid nemesis foundation, and just because she’s finally figured out she’s down to bone doesn’t mean she gets to ruin years of hard work.”
Buttercup choked on her spit at the same time Butch asked, “Wait, lovers? What? Seriously, what are we talking about?”
“HEY! ASSHOLES!” A voice cut through the bickering, “I’M STILL HANGING HERE!”
The group jumped at the sound of Boomer’s voice, who was hanging in a precarious position, tangled between the wires of the Townsville power plant.
“Fuck, I totally forgot about him,” Brick whispered.
“Oh, my goodness!” Bubbles slapped her hands to her cheeks, “We forgot about . . . wait—” Bubbles leaned into Blossom, “—who is that again?”
“DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”
“Right,” Blossom shook her head, “sorry, Boomer. Uh, does anyone—” she looked between them, “—what were we doing again?”
“The sign,” Buttercup, still refusing to look at any of them, whined from behind her hands, “We were talking about the sign.”
“Right!” Blossom snapped her fingers as she recalled the sign. She gestured to it again, pointing at the bright red, hard-to-miss skull and crossbones, depicting a voltage number powerful enough to kill even a superhuman.  
‘’Butch, can you please tell me what that sign says?”
“Oh, yeah, right. No prob, Bloss.” Butch looked at the sign, adjusted his glasses, studied it for a moment, and said, “Yep, says right here, reading’s for nerds.”
Buttercup let out a short, clipped laugh and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. With a panicked cry, she jumped from foot to foot, shaking her hands like she had just touched something nasty, “It wasn’t even funny! Why am I laughing? He’s not even funny! He wears glasses and he’s tall, Buttercup, stop it! He’s just tall! That’s it!”
Blossom huffed, ignoring her sister’s outburst, “It says this could kill him, so no, we’re not going to flip on the plant switch—” she used finger quotes to dryly mock him, “—just for funsies.”
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shiguknifeii · 1 month
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Here's stuff from my funny haha AU!
I'll never elaborate on it, lol.
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copiumm · 1 year
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I asked the AI to show me Bucky Barnes sleeping in bed. This was the result.
BONUS PIC:
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officersnickers · 1 year
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Elphaba from Wicked in the Owl House art style because I felt doing so 🐸
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uncreativecinnamon · 9 months
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Random Aisha Quotes
All from the Winx Club series.
...."This course is a chance to learn from each other, and perfect new skills. But the only thing you've learned is how to have a big head."
...."It's not so easy to beat a fairy."
...."I will destroy you!" "Oh yeah?"
...."Who says you get to drive?" "Huh?" "What, you think I've never ridden a motorbike before?"
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lover-of-skellies · 2 years
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Two questions for everyone here, purely out of curiosity:
1) how do you feel about oc stuff? Like art, writing, etc., Anything you can think of that you'd consider "content"
2) would you ever pay for character concepts? Like descriptions of characters, but without any art of said characters
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I think David Bowie's Starman and Elton John's Rocket man are dating
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prosebushpatch · 1 year
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Okay, I think the problem is after i read a good fairy tale book, it’s like I just popped a candy in my mouth and there’s a sugar buzz of plot bunnies hopping around my thoughts.
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highlifeboat · 2 years
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Mia has two deadnames?
No but she probably had a shitty name in highschool she got called all the time that's been burned into her brain.
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restlessbees · 17 days
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Thinking about my current trajectory on the pronoun evolution chart and idk folks...
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beastcpu · 7 months
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Think I'm gonna go back to acting on instinct alone. The changing of the seasons. It's mating season
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uncanny-tranny · 4 months
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This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?
At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.
I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.
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