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nuppu-nuppu · 2 months
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I wanna watch yugioh again lol
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sky-kiss · 6 months
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Hi love!
Okay so we all know I love your writing, especially for Raphael.
How about a scenario where Tav is in mortal peril and Korilla is NOT around/able to bail them out. Raphael has to do it himself. Well, he doesn't "have" to, but he will.
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A/N: MY QUEEN. I will do my best. Think this is the first time I've done a Tav who is DOWN BAD (in more ways than one).
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Korilla never failed him. 
It made it all the more shocking when the dwarf appeared at his side, stinking of sweat and brimstone. Her robe, ever flattering, was torn at the shoulder, and the slightly sweet, slightly sick, stink of burnt flesh filled the Devil’s Den. He reached out a hand on instinct, stabilizing her swaying form. The deal he’d been brokering fell by the wayside. A sinking feeling settled in his chest, all too familiar. His carefully laid plans might come apart at the seams. He felt invisible hands pulling at his stitches. 
“What is the meaning of this?” 
Korilla shook her head. “Your project…your mouse.” She winced. “Got in over her pretty head.” His warlock squeezed his wrist, “Raphael, I couldn’t…” She’d failed to protect his asset. “I kept them off her, but…”
The weight, curling, twisting; fate was determined to spite him again. And beneath that, more insidious, a second thought. Rage. Something had dared to touch her; something had maimed his pet. 
The cambion bowed to his guests, lips pursed. “My associate here, lovely as she is, shall have to entertain you for a moment. Beg pardon, my dears.” 
Raphael snapped his fingers. 
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Pain blossomed through her side. Tav staggered back a step, bringing her weapon up to intercept the blow. The blade doesn’t break the skin; she managed to stop that much. The impact…she’s less fortunate. Her muscles screamed, something tearing in her shoulder. 
She’d been stupid. Stupid and shortsighted…
All she’d wanted was a moment's peace. Tav had slipped from the party’s shared room at the Elfsong, determined to watch the sunset in silence. As dearly as she loved her friends, they could be loud and opinionated. After months on the road, with no privacy or distance, she figured she’d earned that much. 
Bhaal’s cultists were waiting. If it’d only been a handful, she could have handled herself. It’d been more, so many more. An inane thought chased through her head as she danced out of the way of another strike: how many changelings were left in Baldur’s Gate? How many Bhaal cultists did Orin have? It seemed excessive. 
Dozens. There were dozens of the damned creatures. For every cultist she killed, another three seemed to arise, like some hellish parody of the hydra. Tav was tired. One of them moved behind her, knife flashing in the dying light. Fresh pain as the blade tore through the muscles in her calf. She screamed. No, no, no, she had to keep moving. They couldn’t hobble her; she couldn’t…
“How dare you.” 
She barely recognized the voice. She was aware of his heat before anything else; the cambion appeared beside her in a wash of flame, catching her attacker by the throat. Panic flashed across the changeling’s face, the briefest hint of emotion before Raphael’s claws tightened their hold. A warm spray of blood coated her face as he tore its throat free, leaving it choking through the ruin of flesh. 
“Insolent creatures! You would touch what is mine?”
They tripped back, almost as one. Tav stared up at her savior, confused, vision swimming. The cambion, red, so red, fire and blood, his right-wing curled around her shoulders. Cherries and sulfur fill her nostrils, too sweet for the night air. Too soft in the face of his fury. Raphael snapped his fingers, and the air around them seemingly combusted. Hellfire consumed her would-be killers. Tendrils of shadow and flame consumed every ounce of flesh and bone, leaving nothing but a black mark on the streets. 
She blinked, staring up at him. Raphael’s eyes continued to blaze, his jaw set. He dusted a nonexistent speck of dust from his sleeve, lips curling in a sneer. “Strange, I expected the god of murder to employ hardier thralls.” 
Tav swallowed. Her throat burned. “Stealthy.” 
“Hmm?” 
She tried again, struggling to her feet. Raphael caught her elbow. Tav tried to ignore the press of his claws, itching, so full of potential, and the heat of his skin. It had to be the blood loss. His eyes glowed in the half-light. “Orin isn’t looking for hardy. They just need to be quick enough, quiet enough, to catch their victims off guard.” She frowned. “Tonight, they were.” 
“Yes.” The lowness of his voice chased along her nerves like a caress. “Are you bold or stupid, pet? The city wants you dead, and here you are.” He motioned to the darkness surrounding them, the alley nearly bereft of light. "A little mouse, alone in the dark."
She scoffed. “I needed…I wanted a moment to myself. Is that too much to ask?” His gaze flicked to the scorched flagstones, brow arched. Tav shook her head. “Regardless, thank you. It…” she chewed the inside of her cheek. “Thank you. For saving me.” 
“I sold myself as such, did I not? A friend and savior?” 
Tav smiled. “Truth be told, I didn’t believe you.” 
“And you’re more clever for it, sweetling.” 
Color flared in her cheeks. He was too close for this. Too close, too sweet-smelling, too handsome, and too much. The air in her lungs felt overheated and stagnant by comparison. The blood loss, undoubtedly. Tav chewed her lower lip. “Did you…Raphael, before the…did you call me yours?”  
His eyes narrowed. “Careful, pet.” It’s an answer in itself. Raphael extended his free hand to her. “Come. The devil shall return his erstwhile heroine to her companions.”
“I can make it back on my own.”
The severity of his expression left no room for argument. “No, you’ve lost the benefit of the doubt. I shall leave you safely in your bed. Not before.” 
She hated the flare of heat in her belly. Raphael's hand settled at the small of her back, wings curling more closely as he whispered the incantation to return them to her room. Weak as it may be, she wrapped her arms around him. 
The devil said nothing. But he bent, pressed nearer. Solid and strong, smelling of cherries and fire. Some part of her wondered what he would do if she kissed him.
Tav was saved from any potential embarrassment. Raphael left her at her bedside, bowing, smirking as if he’d followed the line of her thoughts. The damned creature took her left hand and kissed her knuckles. 
And then he was gone in a swirl of fire and ash. 
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marinaiguess · 7 months
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Amy flower scene? Amy flower scene.
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Amy flower scene!
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amy flower scene!!
(slightly alternate version under the cut)
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ask-courier-eddie · 7 months
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“Thank you Frank…”
Have you ever wonder how did he get that feather?…
Archivist!Frank belongs to @melancholic-crayons
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nectorbruise · 2 months
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Hi I just went crazy and drew this for the past two hours
I started with lineless because whenever I use the fill liqufy tool I lose my mind. This did not disappoint. So Roman Sanders as the hanged man tarot card
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gmaybe666 · 10 months
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this is basically two middle school girlies fighting
full college!kenstewy comic!
context for their fight
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sweetbrier2908 · 6 months
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HIS EYES
Lucifer
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Lucifer's eyes are like two rubies on fire. There is always something in those eyes - pride, wrath, trust, fear, protection, regret - there is always something in Lucifer's eyes, there is always a burning fire in Lucifer's eyes. That is something you always know since the moment you saw him.
You know all too well that fire is going to burn you. The fire inside him is similar to the fire presented in those ruby-red eyes. The fire is going to burn you the same way it used to burn those pure white feathers. You know too well, all too well, when he looks in your eyes.
But the fire leads you to touch those fingers covered in black velvet, but the fire leads you to those cold thin lips, but the fire leads you to his bed and the fire leads him to you.
Lucifer's eyes are still two rubies on fire. For the first time ever, you have seen your reflection in that fire.
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delzinrowe · 1 month
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happy valentine's day ღ to my favourite geto girlie @just-avi-youknow
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will80sbyers · 1 year
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BYLER WEEK - DAY 1 THEME: CLERADIN / D&D
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yourlocalamoeba · 4 months
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I don't go here, but after reading @rotisseries's zelink fic, I HAD to draw these scenes (go read it btw).
hozier? doing each other's hair as a sign of love? devotion? oh the lesbianism of it all!
edit: ID in alt text
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nuppu-nuppu · 3 months
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:)
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ravenwitch45 · 1 year
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Hi! I’ve come up with my first request. Can I get Crimson with a hypermobile fem s/o with knee problems? I enjoy the flexibility it allows me but it comes at the price of unstable kneecaps. Due to recurring dislocations (mostly in the left kneecap), I have to wear a brace every day to keep it in place.
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Crimson with a Hybermobile Fem SO
Despite operating a criminal underground, Crimson can be a little... oblivious so he doesn't really notice anything unusual even after you get together.
When he does is when he tries to run his tail teasingly up under your skirt one time and feels the knee brace. He quickly asks what that is, a little concerned you might have been injured recently but you explain your condition and he calms down quickly.
He has no problem with it, couldn't think how he could tbh and starts to try to make an effort to make your sure your always wearing your knee brace, and often asks if he can get anything to help with it. And stays mindful to make sure your careful.
Don't get me wrong, he's in awe of what you can pull off with it, but he was in a panic for a while the one time you dislocated when he was around so he doesn't want that to happen again.
He can be a bit coddling with it, going to the point of asking if you need a wheelchair and you shut him down, explaining it's not serious and he cools off. (Still keeps a closet of anything you might need tho)
Eventually he calms down about the whole thing, casually letting you do your own thing, him often asking you to dance slowly with him, as he puts on music with a room just the two of you.
It might be unusal, but your still his dear, so he doesn't care too much.
Hey, so hope I did that okay, still not too versed on Hypermobilty but hey I tried. Thanks for sending it in and so sorry if I messed up any details XP
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doumachi · 4 months
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thinking about your prince!jjun and chef!yn again 🥰 imagine you teach yeonjun how to cook or bake something really simple, he always watches you cook while he has hearts in his eyes and when you offer to teach him something he gets all nervous and shy but his eyes still twinkle with excitement 🥺 while you demonstrate cooking or prep techniques to him he just looks amazed like "wowww the love of my life is so talented" and when he tries it himself it takes a bit of effort but he gets it right! and you two are happily eating the food you made together, laughing and looking at each other with so much love 💕 when it's time for yeonjun to go you panic a bit and start cleaning up real fast, you try wiping off the stains on his princely outfit bc you're afraid you'll get found out but he just helps you clean up and reassures you that he'll come up with a good excuse for it to keep you safe <3 --bhj 🖤
bhj you really make my heart do flips with your ideas 🥹
“jjunnie baby, can you please pass me the piping bag?”
yeonjun was leaning against the counter admiring how you diligently placed the different flavored cupcakes on silver plates for the fancy dinner later that evening. your question brought him back to reality and he quickly went to a random direction of the kitchen before stopping.
he turned around and looked at you with a little smile.
“uuuhhhh baby”
you looked at him and chuckled
“they’re hanging on top of the sink jjune”
he also walks with you to the large refrigerator where the pre prepared frosting (made by you). you didn’t even need to ask him to carry the large bucket for you. he wants to make your job even the tiniest bit easier.
you’ve told him how hard it was to open the container, so he does that for you too :)
he begs you to teach him how to frost a cupcake. and how could you say no when he’s pursing his lips into that adorable pout and his sparkly eyes.
“okay jjunnie, so you’re gonna hold the bag in the middle, then fold the top down to your hands.”
he listens to you intently. he has his cute brows furrowed trying to mimic your movements.
“baby! baby! like this? did I do it?”
you give him a peck on the cheek and tell him he did perfectly.
“now we are going to put in the frosting. you just take your spatula, scoop the frosting, and put it in the piping bag. don’t fill it up too much though and fold the bag up again when it starts filling up, okay baby?”
he nods his head and tries it himself. you watch him spread the frosting into the piping bag. he looks so handsome in his prince uniform. he suddenly looks back at you with a grin.
“look! look! i did it!”
“yes you did, baby! now just squeeze a little out to release some of the air.”
he does as instructed and turns back to you for what to do next.
you took the bag from him and grabbed a practice cupcake to demonstrate. however, yeonjun went behind you and wrapped his arms around you waist and held your hands that were on the piping bag.
“i learn better this way”
he whispers and lays his head onto your shoulder. your face is burning, still not used to all the affection he gives you and how if anyone saw you guys now you would be served on a silver platter.
you squeezed the bag and so did yeonjun, moving it in a circle to the top and releasing it. you turned to your shoulder and your heart practically stopped. yeonjun was staring at you as if you were the greatest gift he could have ever received.
you were both leaning into each other to share a sweet kiss until you heard his courtier calling his name.
you hadn’t even noticed he had some red smudges from the batter he helped you make earlier.
you ran to get the bleach frantically. not wanting to get figured out by his assistant.
you hadn’t even taken three steps, when all of a sudden he grabbed onto your hand, turned you around and leaned down to give you a long kiss.
when you guys separated with you being out of breath from both the panic and fear you felt and that being the first kiss you’ve had.
“don’t worry, i can handle it, i promise. let me help you clean up even just a little.”
he says sweetly and a little out of breath. you were about to protest until he said
“pleeeeease ynnnnnn”
with his lips pursed into his signature pout and eyes staring into yours so softly that you couldn’t refuse.
when you said yes he quickly ran to put away the heavy container so you wouldn’t have to and cleaned up the crumbs from the cakes. leaving you to finish frosting the cupcakes:3
he leans down to nuzzle his nose to yours and makes a promise.
“I won’t let anyone break us apart”
he leaves you with one last peck on the lips before running in the direction of his courtiers voice.
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pookapufferfish · 5 months
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Happy Birthday @draagu !!!
have a great day
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goop-gop · 10 months
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hi!! your art is so cute i love it!! 💗💗 could you draw more lee stan or lee kenny? <3
I love lee Kenny! Hope ler butters is ok
I just drew him without his hood since I couldn't figure out how to add it, but otherwise, this was really fun to draw :)
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lost-in-thought-20 · 1 year
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“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 
with Virgil or Logan :D +any side
"Ey, Roman? Someone's here to see you."
The actor in question could just barely hear one of his fellows calling out to him, being engaged in a conversation that was just a tad too shallow and impersonal. Meaning, Roman had gotten bored that he couldn't mention his big achievement of getting scouted by an up-and-coming director for their next play.
So he'd use this surprise visitor as an excuse to escape Stacy's monologue on this date she'd been on, who Roman could tell was not going to be worth the hype.
"And who might this mystery guest be?" Roman smiled at Remy, who smirked at him and looked down the hallway.
"I believe he mentioned he was your-"
"Boyfriend." In came Virgil, his thick jacket having failed to protect him from the downfall of rain. His dark, purple-dyed hair was completely soaked, and Roman saw him shivering in his ripped jeans. "Who came all the way through a fucking rain storm because-"
"I was going to call you, I swear!" Roman objected, as Remy simply leaned back and crossed her arms, entertained by this lovers' quarrel. "But we were right in the middle of an extended rehearsal, we didn't know we were running out of time, and I was-"
"Too busy bragging to just text me?" Virgil scoffed, shivering again. "You have any idea how worried I was that you weren't home on time? I told you, to-"
"But, my Stormy Knight..."
Roman cooed and practically danced closer to Virgil, stroking his fingers past his wet face and seeing a threatening sparkle of rage in his brown eyes.
"I'm already home," Roman smiled smoothly and placed a hand on his chest. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."
"Or... rehearsal studio," Remy snorted as they hid their mouth behind a fist. "Geez, babe, you really think flirting's gonna save you?"
"Like hell it is." Virgil raised his eyebrow and took Roman's hand from his face, interlacing his fingers with Roman's. "Corny one-liners won't save you this time, Ro. You owe me dinner. Fancy dinner."
"Come now, I know you hate going out in public," Roman retorted and placed a kiss on Virgil's forehead. "How about another cute and corny apology to make you swoon?"
Virgil's hard glare suddenly softened, and he looked down as he stroked Roman's hand a bit. "I was worried," he said quietly.
Roman huffed. "I'm sorry, Virge. My phone died, and... I got lost in the zone. Please forgive me?" He titled Virgil's head up a bit to make eye contact, feeling himself melt a little at the tender concern in Virgil's gaze.
"...fine," he sighed, "Let's go, then. I'm cold and cranky and really need a shower."
Roman let out a giggle, "We're gonna need a shower when we reach home through this storm. Oh, no, wait, I already am home!"
Virgil rolled his eyes, but lovingly, Roman could tell. They let a short silence hang in the air between them, before Virgil showed initiative and leaned in for a kiss.
"Now, go finish up, drama queen. I'm freezing."
Delighted, Roman smiled and lifted Virgil's hand to his lips. "Anything for you, my Knight."
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