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drfelici · 11 months
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Another commission for the lovely Shangfu over on Twitter. I adored the design  for AGES and I am so happy that I finally got the chance to work on her.
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sweetoothgirl · 10 months
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Salted Egg Yolk Pineapple Cakes
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faceofodyssey · 5 months
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[NPCS] the horne that is green
Wallace and Beatrice belong to @/justherefor000
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raindrop-righteous · 8 months
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I came to know you through face of odyssey and i wanna say i really like your character design and art in general! is there anything you keep in mind when designing characters?
i hope you dont mind this longer post im just so <33 (giggling and kicking my feet /pos)
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final-script · 4 months
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Baby Pulisic | Christian Pulisic
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Pairing:Christian Pulisic x Reader
Sumary: Bebe Pulisic is on his way.
Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later). Mentions of pregnancy.
Gif: lovelynnikol16
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You had, you had married the love of your life, the man of your dreams, and the future father of your children.
That future wasn't far away.
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A few weeks before your wedding day, you had found out that you were expecting a baby from your future husband.
Fortunately, you had realized this because of the lack of your period and not because of the horrible sickness that had not yet begun and to your luck.
Was realizing this in this way helping you to be able to say it to Christian in a special way? Maybe?
Although I think the only thing that would be special about the news, besides its content, was that I would tell him on our special day, something like... A wedding gift
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Ch- Can you believe we're married, you're Mrs. Pulisic now.
Y/N- I think I started to believe it, when I was walking down the aisle doing me to you.
Hugging each other, we shared a small moment, while watching our guests have fun.
Ch- Looking back, I thank you for having been so clueless, the day I met you.
Y/N- you're not clueless, you just forgot the instructions.
Ch- It's the same thing, but like I said, I'm glad I got it done.
Y/N- and I for having been there to save you. I laughed mockingly  - listen, there's something I want to tell you.
By my words I go into protective mode.
Ch- Is everything okay?
Y/N- don't worry, I am, I just wanted to give you a gift in advance.
Ch- It must be something important, if it can't wait?
Y/N- It is, although we will have to wait a little anyway.
Ch- what do you mean? 
Y/N- you, although I should really say, our gift, is already here, we just have to wait a few months to meet him/her.
I pulled away from his embrace, so I could show him what I meant.
Ch- you... I, really we...   With tears in my eyes I nodded.
Y/N- Bebe Pulisic is on the way.
Christian's smile gave rise as he leaned over and kissed me before bringing both hands to my small lump.
Ch- thank you, just thank you.
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ANOTHERS
FOOTBALL MASTERLIST
English Clases - Julian Alvarez x Reader
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beetlethinking · 1 year
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unic0rnfeet · 11 months
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Imagine coming home to this 😌
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blueaetherr · 1 year
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over and over
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader [she/her]
warning(s): none
summary: the one where they find pleasure in a heartbreak song
now playing: love you too much by lucky daye
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Sometime during the day, probably in the later afternoon, it was Y/N and Trent in their kitchen. Together– away from outward interaction, away from the distraction of their phones– the two daintily danced around the kitchen space, dishes discarded in the sink not too long ago. 
Joy was present in their laughter as they sang and hummed the lyrics of the song floating around the room, stepping on one another's toes from uncoordinated dancing, moving their bodies like there was no one watching. Those twirls and dips by Trent were delicate and deep as he watched the enjoyment constantly grow on his partner's face through a dimpled smile with every turn they took.
In simple, they were having the time of their lives, living in the moment with their unique activity that was actually quite primal. Nonetheless, such an activity created a space to nurture the couple's happiness that was so clear and whole with bright and loving glances galore. They found all this happiness in dancing to their favourite song, one dejected, hurting and shying away from the same happiness the two always seemed to find themselves in.
A bizarre sight perhaps; they found such happiness in a hurting love song so comfortably, waltzing to someone's words that were sad and in pain, whether justified or not, over love that couldn't be reciprocated no matter what they did, heartbroken over a relationship that just didn't seem to want to work out.
Yet here the two were, giggling and laughing with no care as they swayed slowly back and forth, hands roaming free over each other. Not only because they were carefree, but because they were so into one another as they shared some soft glances, sharing the reciprocated love the singer seemed to have lost, dancing with their love so open and stretching for miles beyond one could identify, love so delicate and nurturing and caring.
Where was the consideration, the compassion for the singer who was all in their feelings? The couple's intentions, fortunately, were innocent.
It was easy to get caught in any song, no matter what the genre or your preferred genre. If the voice was soothing and promising, if there was a certain word or line that interrupted your line of thought, if the composer did everything to make the song so compelling– even if it was heart rendering and its emotional nature was devastating– you couldn't help but allow yourself to be pulled in by it. To plug in your headphones or turn the speaker up and fall into the earth with a particular song that moved you in one way and many others seemed beautiful.
That's how it was for Y/N and Trent; they found beauty in those sad love songs.
But it was easy too to take songs out of context, and Trent was the first between them to do so. Songs often mentioned phrases he could say to Y/N, so it was inevitable for him to lose the true meaning of the song. His favourite line from the song was i love you so much. Why? Well, if he sang it directly to Y/N while they moved freely in the kitchen, it was absolutely true. And always would it remain true.
In truth, he loved her. From her personality and presence to her physicality and everything else inward, he was so caught up in her, so much that the original meaning of the song would get lost whenever he sang it to her during their unique activity. So caught up and too smitten—he couldn't find a reason to love her any less—he always felt the need to vocalise his thoughts, and i love you so much fit so perfectly every single time.
And when i love you so much was repeated over and over again, Trent couldn't help but fall in love with the song, even with its troubling roots. He couldn't help but listen to it over and over, sing the lyrics over and over when it came on the shuffle playlist. Hum it and she would look at him with a knowing look, shy up a bit as she would easily recognise what he was trying to say. When i love you so much and many other lines were in line with their relationship, sadness from the song became their pleasure.
Or maybe it was just an excuse for Trent to sing. While the two were dancing a bit clumsy and outward with their footing, while they were out for a walk. There was love between them and the song would forever remain Trent's reminder to Y/N of his love for her with a simple, or a few, i love you so much.
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missallanious · 3 months
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Behold,,,, the Stone Ocean three as a part of my silly Viking au 🫴✨
They met as prisoners of some Christian crusaders (lookin at you, Pucci), formed a bond and helped each other out
Also Jolyne is like Jotaro’s cousin or sister in this au, solely because I want everybody to be there together and also similar ages lmao,, and the best part is that no one can stop me >:)
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faceofodyssey · 1 month
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old man yaoi but theyre in the 40s
plus a little animatic(?) and a redraw of this
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raindrop-righteous · 1 year
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redesigns that will be haunted by the narrative
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kawaii-foodie · 1 year
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foone · 1 year
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Are you related to the Foonly F1 or is that a coincidence?
THAT WAS MY FATHER!
okay so jokes about being "related" to a computer, yes. kinda.
The Foonly (computer/computer company) and Foone (my name) both date back to the metasyntactic variable "FOO", part of a series of Foo/Bar/Baz/Qux/Quux. These are meaningless placeholder variables used to indicate that you're taking about a generic thing. Like you might write a technical manual saying "to add 1 to FOO, you'd write FOO+=1". So basically they serve the same purpose as, like, X in algebra.
"Foo" got into programming through the 1930s surrealist comic Smokey Stover, which used Foo as a nonsense word. Smokey Stover droves a Foomobile, for instance, and and he calls himself a Foo Fighter (instead of a fire fighter). That made it into WW2 slang with "foo fighters" being what radar operators and pilots called unidentified things in the sky, what we'd now call UFOs. The Dave Grohl band is named after this term.
Anyway, I being a programmer of questionable namery, sometime in the early 2000s I was playing a C64 game and I lost, and it told me to enter my name. I assumed it meant "enter your initials", and rather than my actual initials I just put in FOO. I then tried to hit the joystick button to start a new game. Because of how the C64 joystick is wired (it's connected through the keyboard matrix), this means that trying to press the joystick button while moving it around made it enter letters. It entered NE, turning my "FOO" initials into "FOONE", and I thought that was a cool name, and used it the next time I needed to log onto IRC (which turned out to be talking to some weirdos about a 4chan-related project that did similar-image searching against anime pictures).
Two decades later, it's my legal name.
Anyway, Foonly and the Foonly F1 got their name from a PDP-10 assembler used at SAIL, the Stanford Artificial Intelligence Laboratory (which is about 45 minutes from where I live now). It would give you a FOO NLI error, meaning "Foo is Not a Legal Identifier". The successor to their PDP-10 project was called the Super-Foonly, and after DARPA cut funding for the Super-Foonly project, some of the team left to found the Foonly Company and build the Foonly F1-F5 line of PDP-10 compatiable computers.
The F1 was a model and a computer: They only built one. But that one computer was used to generate some of the imagery in Disney's Tron, so it definitely has a place in history.
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