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drawerbread · 4 months
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who let harrowhark “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” nonagesimus out of her enclosure?!🗣️
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cloudybori · 5 months
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yea ok i re-did it on the computer
click it for better quality (hopefully)
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kinnbig · 4 months
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perhaps........ 60 for armtankhun?
60 - mistletoe kisses - ArmKhun ✨
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the-implications · 15 days
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heere's infected!paul as a pone 4 u :)
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nightmareslug · 4 months
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one of the perspective practices or whatever
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99probalos · 10 months
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PLEASE tell me this joke is still funny
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hajihiko · 1 year
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*nervously holds a mic against your face* have you,, ever considered making kmhn art,, either answer is fine of course!!
I have considered it on occasion but it's not my focus. I know what I'm about and my stances stand but who knows, an occasion might call for it some day who knows
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tsuchinokoroyale · 5 months
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Quickish brush test I did today for fun ft. My fave misguided, misunderstood baby boy from Lies of P
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“I’m glad you came back, buddy”
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tubbopride · 2 years
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here is a nlm president ctubbo work in progress.. just while im here :)
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tacticalprincess · 27 days
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does the queen do fluff :(
fluffy aftercare w könig!! after he kinda gets lost in a haze after accidentally destroying his cute (post virgin) gf and now she's sore and clingy and in pain!!! :(((
love u and your silly little stories mwaah xoxo
was just thinking about how i wish i got more fluff requests…
he’s new to the whole being gentle thing. he thought it was completely against his nature, given his background, but it came ridiculously easy with you. he treated you like you were made of glass before this, as if you’d shatter if he touched you too hard or held you for too long, so he didn’t expect himself to step outside of his head like he did. the only thought in his mind was how good you felt wrapped around him, to the point where he neglected to be the tender, considerate boyfriend you’ve made of him.
he panics a little at first, seeing you completely ruined at his hands. the guilt eats him up on the inside — he wanted to your first time to be handled with extra care… but he’s still so sweet about it :( cleaning you up gingerly and making you drink some of the gross electrolyte water he keeps near his bed… pressing kisses to the indents of his fingers on your hips and other various marks from where he forgot his strength. then he’s holding you to his chest, his hands soothing down the length of your spine as he tells you how good you felt, how much he loves you, kissing your tears away. he’ll want to know how you felt about it, and he goes red when you tell him you enjoyed how rough he was. he might’ve lost himself a little, but now he’s back to being completely at your disposal, making sure you’re well taken care of.
aftercare with könig doesn’t end and begin right after the sex, though, he’ll want to do everything for you the rest of the night (and morning if you let him) no matter how much you insist you can fend for yourself. he draws you a bath and carries you to it when he notices the slight limp in your step, washing your smooth skin and pressing kisses to your forehead. putting you in one of his big shirts and letting you sit on the counter whilst he makes you dinner, swatting your attempts at help away <3 you were so good for him, you deserve to be pampered.
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neil-gaiman · 9 months
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This may very well get lost in the flood, but if you see this, I just wanted to say that there were a lot of things I thought I wanted for good omens 2 (a happy ending for one, of course!)
But my favourite thing that a writer can do to my experience of a story is to make me go "okay forget EVERYTHING I said before, this is the outcome I didn't know I needed." This show took my hopes and said "no u don't actually :) i got something better" and it had the audacity to be SO RIGHT.
The finale I *thought* I wanted would have probably had me giggling and kicking my feet and then moving on with my day while in a bright mood for a bit.
The finale I got had me absolutely devastated, inconsolable for maybe an hour, and then just...immediately rewatching. And talking about it behind a fortress of spoiler tags. And writing, and drawing, and being invested in theories and trying to find all the easter eggs and just...falling in love with the story and the characters all over again. And I can tell that feeling will stay with me for a whole lot longer than a couple days.
I'm bad at brevity, I apologize! This is just a very long-winded way to say thank you (and thank you to everyone else on the team) for giving us these idiots (affectionately) to have Way Too Many Feelings about!! Thank you for sharing them with us.
I'm running GO in the background, crossing my fingers and looking forward to a season 3—whether or not it'll be what I'm *hoping* for, I am just beyond excited for whatever story it is that you want to tell us, and I trust that whatever it is, it will be wonderfully told! 🩶🩶
(But also, please, for your consideration...I am in fact soft and innocent, I can only take so much damage before I cry myself to critical dehydration—do with that what you must, I shall leave my electrolyte balance in your hands and hope for mercy. You did say everything would be okay, and thankfully we all know a writer would never lie!)
I wouldn't lie about that, anyway.
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kiamepo · 3 months
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a little comic from where william afton and henry emily are still kids, back when they first met !
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i think you can clearly tell Im bad at making comics, backgrounds and kids, definitely not something I enjoy drawing but I did liked the idea of the comic, hope u do too :)
(also lots of people asked to see more of william when he was little, I liked the idea of his little yellow coat being of henry, so this is the silly backstory of it)
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rreids · 14 days
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hey, i was wondering if you'd be able to write smth with Spencer in a relationship with someone with bpd? it's totally okay if you're not comfy with that, but I've just been suspecting i may have it, and ppl with bpd are always portrayed so negatively in relationships. it would be just rly nice to read ur take on how Spencer would handle that and just see some positive representation! (my mental health has also been shit so it would be p comforting lol) thank u 🫶
hi love 🫶 i don't know a ton about bpd, so i hope i did this justice! i researched the diagnosis and how healthy relationships help with regulation and in what ways they do (both accounts from experts and from those who are diagnosed). and i hope you feel better soon <3 it sucks when your mind fights against you.
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PROMISES • S. REID X READER
reader has bpd (written by an author without, ideally will be comforting rather than hurtful. please let me know if it is offensive in any way); gn!reader; spencer has to break a small promise but makes others; talks of therapy; teasing; fluff; ~500 words
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“Hey, sweetheart,” Spencer whispers into the phone, voice a little strained. “I’m really, really sorry, but I can’t make lunch today. We’re on the way to a case in Omaha. It’s a really bad one.”
Your heart sinks. “Oh.”
“You know I want to be there more than anything, right?” He’s shuffling papers in the background, and you know they’re in the middle of getting ready on the jet and that he’s still making time for you, but it still makes your mind race with worry and upset. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week. And I promise I’ll take you out as soon as we’re back.”
You frown, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger. “Will you still talk to me?”
Spencer chuckles. “I think I go insane when I go too long without hearing your voice. As long as you don’t mind calls when it’s two a.m. there, I’m calling before bed every night I have enough time.”
You sigh.
“I know, honey. When’s your next meeting with your therapist?”
“Tomorrow,” you mumble, gnawing on your lip.
“Well, you have permission to talk about how much I suck,” Spencer teases lightly. “As long as you know it’s not by choice that I’m being a bad boyfriend.”
“You’re not a bad boyfriend.”
“Yeah?” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re the best boyfriend. You understand me.” He does. He’s looked into BPD extensively — he knows even more than you do, rattling off statistics, assumed causes and connections, coping methods, everything. He knows how to break you out of the spirals and to calm your impulsivities.
“You have other boyfriends?” Spencer sighs dramatically, and you laugh.
“Why would I have them? You’re more than enough.”
Spencer hums. “I am, aren’t I?” 
You groan.
“I’m messing with you,” his voice is fond and soft. “I gotta hang up, everyone’s coming and we need all our focus on this case. Message me if you need anything. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“You don’t do anything,” you know you’re exaggerating, but it’s hard to stop the words.
“I do, just nothing out of our normal,” he’s nudging you gently, reminding you to think things through before acting impulsively. “I give you permission to watch our show without me if it’ll keep you entertained.”
You laugh. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good,” you draw it out.
Spencer snorts. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Spence.”
A beat.
“I’m not actually going to talk shit about you to my therapist, just so you know. I do talk about you though.”
And then you hang up. 
He sends you a ‘???’ and a ‘I wanted to say something still.’ right after. When you tell him to say it, he sends a ‘Do what you need to feel regulated. I don’t take it to heart, you know I don’t.’
And he doesn’t. He’s so sweet, so achingly perfect, understanding of when your moods swing, or when you feel empty, or whenever anything changes and you can’t tell why. 
And he always helps you down, kissing scars and tears and whispering praise as he gets you to feel right again.
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sigh-nerd · 3 months
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DTIYS
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DTIYS by @itsxroxannex !
I've never actually done one of these before. I hope I did it right? I'm nervous haha. I'm just a stupid lil' artist trying to be a stupid big artist :D So here I am.
I kept telling myself I was gonna do this earlier, and I just kept putting it off, but I did it now. I love Ash :]
I have no idea if I'm allowed to change the background, but I wanted to make him sitting under a tree because I came up with a stupid silly explanation as to why bullets are falling from the sky.
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(AKA a stupid silly messy sketch of Sigh (me) sitting in a tree dumping bullets on him from a copper can- I can't draw trees for the life of me but I did it anyway because I thought it was silly).
So yeah, did I do a good job ? It's my first DTIYS I've been in- :']
Ash belongs to @itsxroxannex
If u see this btw I love ur art so much :3
Sigh is me.
Byebye :D
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headkiss · 10 months
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I feel like I’m in withdrawal from ur Hotch stories!! I would love some sort of blurb w protective Hotch and BAU reader if ur taking requests for him!! Any scenario I honestly don’t even care I just love hurt/comfort w my guy
babe!!! not withdrawal!!!! thank u so much for requesting <3 i hope u like it | 0.7k fluff, teeny mention of blood
Hotch tries to stay calm on the job. He has to, really, to be as successful as he is. It’s hard with the things he sees, the things he hears. Even harder when you’re about to go and do something dangerous when he’s not there to help.
You’re the only one at the scene right now, and even though he’s trying to convince you not to, you’re about to go inside and catch the guy.
“We aren’t far,” he tells you.
“I know,” there’s a shout in the background, and his heart sinks ‘cause he knows what that means. “I gotta go in.”
Hotch utters your last name, concern, something like desperation buried under his firm tone.
“I’ll be fine,” you say, and then you’re hanging up.
“Garcia,” Hotch knows she’s on the other line, and he knows she’ll find him a shortcut without instruction because she’s great at her job and even better at knowing what people need.
“I’m on it,” she tells him, and then she’s rattling off turns to make through alleys to get to you quicker.
The unknown is the worst part, Hotch thinks. If he was there, at least he could be sure that you’re alright. He doesn’t doubt your skills, not for a second, but when it comes to you, he doesn’t seem to think so rationally. All he feels is the pounding in his chest that won’t slow until he knows you’re okay.
By the time he makes it, there are cop cars outside, flashes of blue and red paint the dark street where everyone’s parked. His tires screech to a stop, and he leaves the car parked and running when he gets out. There’s a cop pushing the guy into the car, another nodding at Hotch as he walks by.
And finally, finally there’s you, sitting in the back of an ambulance with a bandage on your forehead.
He all but runs over, his hands finding your jaw to tilt your face up towards him in a way that certainly isn’t professional but he isn’t really worried about that right now. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine, don’t even need stitches,” you tell him.
“You’re bleeding.”
You sort of melt at his worry, at the almost unnoticeable shine in his eyes that you only see because you’re looking so closely. Hotch doesn’t have to say it with words, because it’s written all over him, the delicate hold he has on your jaw, the way his thumb draws a small pattern over your skin. Back and forth, back and forth. He cares about you.
“I’m fine, Hotch,” you say again, because he’s still looking at the bandage on your head with a furrow in his brows.
“You should have waited.” He doesn’t mean it, but he still says it. He knows this is the job, he knows it was the right call, but he should’ve been there.
“You would’ve done the same thing.”
“I know.”
His eyes still won’t meet yours, so you grab one of his wrists in your hand, squeezing it once, twice, three times.
“Aaron,” your voice saying his name is enough, Hotch’s eyes flick down and lock on yours, “I’m okay. No stitches, no concussion, just a little cut, alright?”
His fingers are still on your skin, calluses trailing down your neck until his hands are on your shoulders. There’s a trail of warmth that follows his touch, your eyes fluttering, your breath slowing.
He nods, “you’re okay.” It’s so quiet that he’s saying it to himself, even though you catch it. He repeats it, “you’re okay.”
Neither of you are thinking about the fact that you’re in public, that the team is probably watching you both and sharing looks with each other because they can see the feelings you and Hotch both have for each other clear as day. They are profilers, after all.
Hotch is only focused on you, and you’re focused on him and his hands and the sort of affection that’s rare from him, but speaks enough volumes to last a long, long time.
“I got the guy, didn’t I?” You say, trying to lighten the mood despite the circumstances.
“You did good,” he tells you, and the praise has something soaring in your chest.
You shrug, shoulders moving under his hands. “I learned from the best.”
And when you’re back on the plane, your head resting on Aaron’s shoulder where you’d fallen asleep, he doesn’t care one bit about the smirks he’s getting from the team.
He simply shakes his head at them, fighting a smile as he turns back to his paperwork.
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partoftinystar · 1 year
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Slaugter!Grian & Death!Scar feeding their enteties >:)
(aka Hermit archives au, desings and idea by @boatem (did i forgot about posting it and now its been  almost year later? yes, yes i did)
if u not familiar with this au basicaly:  grian is avatar of slaughter so he feeds his parton by killing, while scar is patron of death so he feeds it by dieing(then he comes back). So grain experiencing hunger that comes with being a avatar, is offered by Scar to kill him.
i will preffes this that THIS ISNT HERMITSHIPING but i know that the pose i went for is rather intimite,  so im adding that tag so ppl who dont wanna see this type of stuff  wont have to :*
Ideas behind the pice: 
Basically, i wanted to show how Grian is hesitant to kill Scar both him being his friend and second they both know one-day Scar won't come back from the death he encountered. He can't help the hunger so he does it anyway but you can tell he is unwilling to do so by how his hand is bearly holding on to scar, in contrast to Scar being full for it so his grasp is firm, as well as he tries to comfort Grian through this act, that why his hand rest on his cheek and why they are almost in hugging position. Im very happy with the pose i came up with so wanted to gibe litter behind the scene that came with me drawing it ^^ 
The music sheet in the background is a nod to slaughter being associated with music. The soung called Allies or Enemies by Crave wives that i looove and fits life series desert duo sooo much. 
Edit: Also forgot about o mention if you zoom on Grian hads you can see the physical corupcion from Slaughter goes whith his veins to indicate its in his blood, poetically given how much of other ppl blood he spils
as well the music sheet is for Curses by Crane wives not Allies or enemys i got them confuse cuz i was boing back and roth beetween the two, tbf curses fit this artwork more so prob wy i end up on it 
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