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WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT
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s1mpl3sp0ng3 · 2 months
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this would not leave my head until i drew it. those aren't even the only things she has with faggot on it
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something-universe · 3 months
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“the girl of my dreams, is not quite what she seems…”
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Old Fear and Hunger fanart!
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alabasterpickles · 5 months
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So, listen I’ve had this drawing in my files since I saw Mutant Mayhem in theaters and I love it but I never got the chance to finish anything up due to starting school back up this semester
So
Here you go
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xalodaxa · 3 months
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*insert that one cat crunching sound*
This really didn't have to be a gif but I wanted to practice and I think it turned out neat :)
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anemone-ships · 2 months
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˚✧₊⁎ for selfshippers with misophonia!!
🌱 your f/o would NEVER purposefully make a trigger sound around you, or treat your condition like a joke.
🌱 your f/o would learn which sounds trigger you and be extra mindful of the noise they make around you. they wouldn’t click their pen, they would blow their nose to avoid sniffling, etc.
🌱 your f/o wouldn’t mind if you had to wear noise cancelling headphones when you go out and/or eat together. if that’s what you need to be comfortable, they will always accommodate you.
🌱 your f/o knows that if you’re distressed and lash out because of a trigger sound, it’s not a reflection of who you are as a person. they understand that your thoughts and urges in those moments are beyond your control.
🌱 your f/o would help you to leave a place if you were experiencing sensory overload. they would take you home and give you the space, comfort and quiet you need in order to return to a state of calm.
🌱 your f/o will always stand up for you, communicate with you and respect you. when the world is harsh and loud, they will always be your safe space.
pro.ship dni
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turtleblogatlast · 2 months
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Please imagine if the bros stayed the same teeny tiny size they were immediately post mutation, but were still super powerful regardless.
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bluebutter-art · 1 year
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“...That they were all four of them drowning in the unfamiliar, and they saw in each other a raft, and clinging to one another was the only way to stay afloat.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History
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ghouljams · 9 months
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waiting for the day cowboy!könig finally decides that enough pining is ENOUGH and just decides to ask bee out on a date.
if bee isn't already wooed enough by how nice this big and handsome man is to her all the time then imagine how much more wooed she'd be when it seems like könig *just* know what she likes and dislikes. she's probably thinking "wow! it's amazing how you can guess what i like and don't like!" and könig (nasty little bastard) is just nodding along like "yes yes of course :3 (innocently)" as if he didn't gather that info from spying on her like bffr !!
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There are too many kindnesses to ignore. König is too nice to you, and you realize you've fallen for him like you remember the sky is blue. It feels like something that's always been there, nurtured with careful hands and soft works. You wonder sometimes if that's the way König is with everyone. If it's just you that thinks about him like this.
Then he touches you, looks at you a moment too long, whispers to himself with words you half catch, and you think the feeling might be mutual. Still, you'd hate to ruin a good friendship on wants and wishes.
You do your best to stay platonic. To ignore the butterflies in your stomach, the tight hope in your ribs, each time you go out with König. Not dates. You tell yourself firmly, coach yourself in the bathroom mirror. Tonight is no different. Just your weekly dinner. Your own personal thank you to König for all his help. You truly couldn't do this without him.
You bump into König as you turn away from the stove and he catches you with a gentle if firm hand on the small of your back. His eyes wide with surprise at your stumble, before they soften. Your heart pounds in your chest, your stomach fluttering with just the slightest touch from him. His hand slides off you, fingers curling like he could hold on just a moment longer if you let him.
You can't take it anymore.
You grab the front of his shirt and tug him down, pushing up on your toes to press your lips against the warm cloth of his bandana. You're not even sure you're kissing the right spot, but it feels right in the way it makes König lock up. Shit. He doesn't even touch you. You pull back, mentally kick yourself for ruining things like you always do.
König all but rips the bandana off when you do, wrapping his arms around you to press his lips to yours without the barrier. You don't have time to process the way he sighs against your mouth, barely can think past kissing him back. You never believed in the whole fireworks thing, but maybe they meant the flip in your stomach, the desperation in the slide of König's lips as he kisses you like he's just come home from war, the shudder he sends through you with just the tilt of his head.
There's nowhere for you to go, completely held by the arms around your shoulders and waist. Well, that's not completely true. You can press more firmly against König. Try to stand taller as you slide your lips against his, feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your mouth entreatingly. There's nothing that could have kicked your brain out of your head quite like his tongue twisting against yours. He's like a furnace, warming you up wherever you touch him as you lean against his broad chest.
When's the last time someone kissed you like this? Made you feel like you were something they'd never get enough of?
The smell of burning food reaches your nose and you turn your head from König's kiss with a loud panicked swear. His arms loosen around you as you turn to switch off burners and stir the pot you were supposed to be watching. Your chest heaves, a little breathless from kissing König, which- wow, first of all. Second of all, you don't really know what you're supposed to do after that.
"I suppose this is a date then?" König answers for you. You laugh, doing your best to salvage dinner.
"You should've told me I would've dressed up." You joke back. König hums, his fingers tracing over your hips to the edge of your shorts, feather light when they skim your skin. You suppress the shiver it sends down your spine.
"You always look beautiful," He tells you softly, and you duck your head, not able to keep the shiver down that time.
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hiort · 4 months
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redraw of karibellas i did some months ago
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popdrop · 5 months
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I STILL CAN'T GET OVER HOW IN THE BEGINNING, CALE PUSHED EVERYONE AWAY. You may say it's because of how "dangerous" and "trouble packed" their journey will be in the story later on— BUT. I JUST CANT HELP BUT FEEL LIKE MAYBE , JUST MAYBE. He didn't want them to be affected by his "curse" (side effect of WS) whether he knew about it or not. Just consider the fact that he KNOWS what will happen to them and how they'll be fighting for a better world and it'd be MUCH better if he's not there. Just in case he worsens whatever will happen.
He's such an unreliable narrator <3 the Worst Kind Ever.
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triangle-dog · 1 year
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A few days ago I finally purchased an actual clicker. So far I haven't noticed any changes on the dog end of things. However, on my end, I'm definitely training more often because I keep seeing the clicker sitting next to my computer and getting the urge to fidget with it, but since I can't press the button unless I'm training my dog, I have to start a training session.
I'm accidentally clicker training myself to clicker training because the click is rewarding 🤦
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indian servant art from fate/dream striker
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lesbianalanwake · 6 months
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You remind us of home.
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mausinly · 3 months
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Grrr cowboy!velikan thoughts, au belongs to @ghouljams, also big thanks to @reyesbignaturals for enabling me hehehe
I don't think he's exactly retired yet, more like laying low with a lot of other guys from Shadow Company. Maybe they did something just a little (not little) risky (they almost blew up all of Washington) and need to stay off the radar for a while. Since Lerch is canonically from Texas, I think it may have been his idea. He's got some of the shadows working as temporary hands while others are holed up on various plots of land in plain sight.
While Graves is busy riding bulls and being a usual showboat, I think Velikan is more dedicated to the laying low part of laying low. He's living on a small ranch, nothing more than maybe 5 acres. He's got a few horses and livestock, mainly chickens and goats because he wants things he can wrangle easily.
It takes some adjustment for him, the slow and somewhat repetitive life in a small town like this. He's so used to constantly being on the move, constantly being on guard. He didn't become the warden by half-assing his job.
But it's so quiet. He always drags himself down to the bars and rodeo arenas with the rest of the shadows, just for the white noise (and to bet on how quickly his CEO gets bucked). They must look like some kind of old western gang, all wearing black hats and bandanas over their mouths. At least there's still that familiarity. He hates to admit it, but he cares about these kids more than he wants to.
It's nice for a while, a little too nice. Laying low seems to drag out longer and longer, and he finds himself calling his little farm "home" more often than not. He starts to understand the suspicious amount of retired military here, this weirdass town has a way of luring you in and wiggling its way into your heart.
Apparently, a lot of the other shadows seem to agree because, one by one, they all begin to settle down with oddly charming and beautiful women. They start making jokes that there must be something in the water when Graves starts chasing around a pretty bronc rider.
He didn't take it all too seriously until he walked by a little stand in the market, selling jars of honey with you sitting comfortably behind the display. There's a frayed little straw hat sitting comfortably on your head and he can't help but wonder how it would look replaced by his own.
Hell, maybe there is something in the water...
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writeouswriter · 2 months
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Bro, bro, there is no second Pacific Rim movie, bro, it was just a bad dream, go back to sleep
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