#i just couldn't resist
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ty @capriclonus for influencing my daily sketch with this post
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out of context hazbin hotel spoiler
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Doctor Who + Reductress Headlines (10/?)
I am not ready for the 60th! Have some reductress headlines I made to cope.
#this is so mean to ten but I promise it comes from a place of love#I just couldn't resist#also is it just me or is thirteen incredibly hot in the fourth photo?#doctor who#reductress#reductress headlines#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#thirteenth doctor#amelia pond#twelfth doctor#rory williams#donna noble#clara oswald#thirteen x yasmin#yasmin khan#dhawan!master#the master#dw#guys I had a whole plan for this#60th anniversary countdown#there was going to be a theme#but life hit me like a fucking bus#so have a random assortment of shit that made me laugh this week
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could you draw caleb haunting belos? >:)
T-pose to haunt your idiot brother
#the owl house#toh#caleb wittebane#philip wittebane#im not sorry#ask answered#anon ask#thanks for the suggestion! :D#i just couldn't resist#meme#NRart
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something is different this time
Warnings: implied shipping, death, complete disregard for the bastardized mess of a family tree the limited lifers are playing with currently.
Summary: It’s different this time, Bdubs knows. But he can’t explain why.
A/N: Welp, Limited Life did it to me again. This can sorta be considered a follow-up to my other little Ethubs ficlet, but it can still stand alone. Hope y’all enjoy, pls reblog if you do! I’d appreciate it! <3 - Aqua
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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something is different this time
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“I’ll go first,” Impulse calls over his shoulder, “just in case they trapped it, okay? You do have to-”
“I believe you, I trust you,” Bdubs says readily. The clock Impulse gave him during the first session is still in his pocket, ticking away.
(“How about we don’t do it, this time?” Impulse asks, holding out a clock.)
Clocks have always been important to Bdubs, even before this game put a timer on his wrist. A meaningful gesture from Double Life. A pointed callback from Third Life. It’s different this time, Bdubs knows. But he can’t explain why.
Impulse is waiting for him at the top, chuckling down at him from a cobblestone pillar as he flounders his way up the water elevator. Expression as open and pleasant as always. As Bdubs surfaces, Impulse hops down and through a portal on the other side. It doesn’t even occur to Bdubs to be cautious as he follows his former husband.
Chills race across his skin. Purple swirls fill his vision. The scent of ash chokes the air. A familiar sound pricks at his ears; his dogs, sniffing and whining. Happy to see him, surely-
The world erupts around him. Bdubs respawns back home with the explosions still ringing in his ears. For a second he’s frozen, blinking rapidly as everything falls into place. He pulls up his communicator and stares at the chat.
BdoubleO100 blew up.
He doesn’t have much time to process this by himself. Cleo is rushing over, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. She says nothing as she stops just in front of him at a small lip of stone, looking down at him, her axe hanging limply at her side. He looks back up at her, just as speechless.
They have keep inventory on. Impulse’s clock is still in his pocket.
“That didn’t work out so good.”
His voice is hollow, shell-shocked, even to his own ears.
Cleo crouches at the ledge of stone, resting her arms on her knees. Her axe sticks out at an odd angle. “Nether trap?” she asks quietly, a knowing look in her eyes.
Bdubs nods. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Didn’t get my dogs back.”
“No, and they killed you.”
“They killed me.”
“Nether boogie.”
“Nether boogie.”
“Okay!” Cleo nods firmly. She straightens up, hefting her axe onto her shoulder. A furious grin splits across her face, pulling at the seams of her patchwork skin. “So, we kill them, right?”
“Yes,” Bdubs breathes. He grips the iron pickaxe in his hand, his knuckles turning white. There’s still a few hours on his timer before he turns red, before he’s technically allowed to kill. He doesn’t care. He’ll kill right now.
Cleo nods again. “Yes, including Etho,” she presses, studying him intently.
“Oh… my… gosh,” Scar gasps as he hurries over to join them, his dogs at his heels, of course. Very freaking funny.
“Every single one of them-” Bdubs breaks off as his mind processes what Cleo said. He pauses for a moment, jaw working soundlessly, before the words start flowing. “Etho wasn’t there, Etho was down in the basement- it was Skizz, Tango, and Impulse, and they all… sabotaged me- Etho was in the basement, he knew nothing about it. As far as I know.”
Cleo exchanges a glance with Scar. “I don’t believe that,” she says bluntly.
“Uh, I was talking to him,” Scar interjects. “He knew.”
“He knew,” Cleo agrees, almost pitying.
Bdubs’ breath catches.
(“Etho,” Bdubs says, “I feel like if this whole thing falls apart, alliances and stuff- it’ll still be you and me. We’ll still stick together.”)
He doesn’t want to believe it. He wants to trust that Etho wouldn’t betray him.
(“I believe you, I trust you.”)
He wants to believe it’s different this time.
Later that evening, Bdubs finds Etho on the stairwell connecting their bases. Almost like Etho was coming to see him at the exact same time. They sidestep around each other, shifting into place across from each other. They almost fall motionless at the exact same time. No matter how many lives and worlds pass, some things never change.
“Alright, so,” Bdubs starts.
“So,” Etho says. He stands with his hands in his pockets, simply watching Bdubs. His expression is impossible to read; seems like it always is, these days.
Bdubs tilts his head. “How much’a that did you know, was happening?”
There’s a pause before Etho answers. “Very little.”
“Very little,” Bdubs echoes, frowning. It’s not as certain as he’d like. He doesn’t know why Etho didn’t leap at the chance to completely, vehemently, deny all knowledge of the plot. It’s what Bdubs would’ve done. “I saw ya in the basement,” he offers, like a life preserver for Etho to latch onto, to claim plausible deniability. “I saw you in the basement, we were all upstairs-”
“You know, Tango, he’s got a poker face!” Etho insists. “I… I had no clue.”
Bdubs’ mouth falls open. “It was Tango, again?”
Etho shrugs. “Was it Tango, or was it Impulse?” he asks, pulling up his communicator. It almost sounds like he wants it to have been Impulse. “I don’t even know. Like, I- I- that’s how out of it I am.”
“I don’t know!” Bdubs runs a hand through his hair. Even if it was Tango who actually set off the trap, Impulse was clearly in on it. Impulse willingly led Bdubs to his death. Etho didn’t know about it. Etho didn’t betray him. Scar must’ve misunderstood something, or else he’s just telling lies again, as always. It’s a relief, to be sure.
Etho puts his communicator away, glancing back towards his base. “I’ve just been-”
“I ha- yeah,” Bdubs blinks, nods, “okay-”
“- I’ve just been buildin’,” Etho hums, “bein’ a good boy.”
Bdubs reads between the lines; ‘I wouldn’t have betrayed you.’ He leans back against the iron railing Etho’s built into the stairwell, exhaling slowly. He takes the opportunity to tease Etho for the railing’s incompleteness, a bit that Etho immediately picks up on with a laugh. And for a moment it’s like nothing’s different, like it’s the old days again.
Then a snickering Tango and Impulse sprint down the stairwell towards them, fleeing from a volley of arrows sent by the mountain.
“Oh hi, Bdubs, how’s it goin’?” Tango jabs as he passes, jumping over the railing. “Gotta go!”
“Bdubs!” Impulse greets him cheerfully.
Both of them are yellow; technically off-limits. Bdubs doesn’t even consider this as he notches an arrow.
“Who was it?” he shouts, letting the arrow fly. Impulse and Tango are laughing as they sprint around him in wide circles, dodging his arrows with varying success, telling him he can go back for his one surviving dog. “Who was- I don’t want no dog!”
“It was Tango!” Impulse defends, still chuckling. He doesn’t seem very apologetic.
Well, there’s Bdubs’ answer.
Etho doesn’t intervene, simply raising his shield and taking a step back from Bdubs. Somehow, that hurts worse. He’s cautious; Bdubs doesn’t blame him. This game has everyone on edge. But he can’t help but feel like Etho should know, despite the game and the alliances and playing the part and the clock in his pocket, that Bdubs would never aim at him.
(“I got your word on that, right?” Etho asks.)
Later that evening, Bdubs dies to a TNT minecart placed by Etho.
BdoubleO100 blew up.
It’s different this time, Bdubs tells himself. But he can’t explain why.
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#limited life smp#life series smp#traffic smp#ethubs#my writing#i swear yall the next part of from eden is almost done#i just couldn't resist
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Fic recs!
Searching for YR fic recs in the following categories:
Coffee shop AUs
Wille needs a hug fics
Cheap melodrama
Thirsting after Omar
I also feel like we need a lot more of this kinda stuff in this fandom, so if you're feeling so inclined to write something and need some inspiration, here's a prompt!
"Hi, um... I noticed you've been sitting here all morning, but you haven't ordered anything. Can I get you something? Coffee, pastries? Our chocolate croissants are really good."
Wilhelm looked up to see the barista standing next to his table. His name tag said Simon and he was the most beautiful man Wilhelm had ever seen. Gorgeous dark curls, smooth tan skin, sharp jawline, and the most perfect features which were accentuated by eyeliner and lipgloss. He was wearing a sheer black shirt and one dangly earring. He was hot.
Wilhelm had been watching him all morning as he worked serving customers in the busy Stockholm café. It was a good distraction from the grief. He'd grown tired of moping around the castle and came here for a change of scenery. He must've been too in his own head and distracted by Simon's beauty to order anything.
He took off his sunglasses, which he'd been wearing to disguise himself from the public. "An espresso would be nice. Thanks, Simon."
"Wait, aren't you...? Oh my God, I'm so sorry about what happened to your brother! I can't...I can't imagine."
"Thank you," Wilhelm said before his eyes welled up with tears. "I really miss him."
Simon gently placed his hand on Wilhelm's shoulder and looked deep into his eyes. "Can I... Can I give you a hug?"
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Hello my Darlings!
In honor of May being both merMay and DannyMay, I decided to draw Danny Fenton as a mer! But then, of course, I couldn't decide on just one pose or whether I should draw Fenton or Phantom as a mer, so I ended up drawing three different poses, with each one showing a different Danny! We've got Fenton in a "Little Mermaid" inspired pose:
Then we've got Phantom just chilling in the shallows:
And finally, we've got Fenton transforming into Phantom for the first time! (I'm thinking after one of his parents' magical experiments exploded when he poked it, maybe?):
I'm rather proud of how they all turned out! This won't be my only DannyMay content, but it might be my only merMay content, at least for this year 😅
Hope you all have a wonderful day/night!
#danny phantom#fanart#danny phantom fanart#mermay 2023#dannymay2023#couldn't help myself#i just couldn't resist#danny fenton#digital fanart#dusky draws
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🩸Marceline the Vampire Queen🩸
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I started watching adventure time, so naturally I had to draw Marcy! I’m gonna be working my way through various characters between exams, so if there’s any you want to see drop it in my ask box!
#had to include a pride flag version#i just couldn't resist#adventure time#adventure time fanart#adventure time art#adventure time marceline#marceline#marceline the vampire queen#marcy#marceline abadeer#digital drawing#digital art#my art
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I actually bought this shirt years ago for a casual Prussia cosplay but never got around to taking photos in it. But there's a part in my fic I'm writing where I decided to have Eli get this shirt for him so I figured why not draw him with it? lol I tried to make it look like she took a photo of him and edited it. 🐣
#hws prussia#gilbert beilschmidt#pruhun#hetalia#hetalia prussia#i just couldn't resist#the shirt's in storage right now so if i can't wear it he might as well#maybe someday i'll finally get around to cosplaying with it
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"Shall I?"
"Just a little light touch."
"Ihhihihi. I did it."
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when u gon' stop eating shrimps with the whimps and come eat some lobster with a monster?
aye fuck yo' lobster munchers can't even appreciate shrimp despite their VAST superiority by the time you've gotten a single piece of meat out your damn crustacean I've finished 20 of mine and at least I can eat damn near my entire animal while you can finish your meal and still have it pass for a live specimen 'cause that shell just be lying there looking more full of life and joy than your entire diet ever will be look at you paying extortionate rates for 5 flavourless chunks of white leather while I eat my shrimp for breakfast 'cause they accessible as hell compared to your overpriced overhyped armor-plated rubber I bet you love pulling that damn shit-filled intestine out your meals ass there aint no fecal matter in mine I'm having shrimp pad thai your ass is having lobster poverty I can't believe your body has the energy to type only having eaten a tablespoon's worth of meat for dinner how you gonna call that shit seafood when there's barely any food to see you get more sustenance looking at the damn thing in an aquarium than you would ever get eating it stfu
#/lh#ask#gryffeposting#I know this is a grindr copypasta#I just couldn't resist#thanks for the ask lol#196#r/196#rule#r196#/r/196
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King Leopold: "I have seen the way my niece looks at you."
Lord M thinking: "Yes, and? You should just know of the way I look at your niece."
#lord melbourne#lord m#victoria itv#itv victoria#rufus sewell#vicbourne#lol 😂#i just couldn't resist
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Memory Sieve
A poem inspired by this playlist of the same name, composed by Francis Wells
(memory like a sieve = when you forget things very easily)
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All your life, you've been a traveler.
Always moving, never standing still
as if
the thought of stopping
- of reflecting -
will make your heart stop beating.
Whenever you catch yourself
drifting,
reminiscing times long gone,
warm mornings of your mother sowing the summer barley,
smiling to herself,
your breath catches in your throat
and the dizziness consumes you,
as if
the memory isn't supposed to be there,
unnatural in its effort to take space
in your head.
Sometimes, I wonder.
Do you recall the little house on the hill?
Do you remember what you did
with your cruel hands?
How you touched me,
worshipped me like a God
and molded me into new shapes?
Do you remember what you told me after?
How you took it all away
as if
it never mattered at all?
Still,
the journey I took to return made me realize
that the chronicles of my life were
a blank page
before you came along.
Now, I can tell from the inside looking out
that I am indeed a person
or, at least,
human enough to touch you,
grab you by your shirt,
shake you,
and remind you of what we are.
What we became.
It seems like you forgot.
Looking at you covered in blood,
facing your back,
your gun trembling in your hands,
I know the stories they'll tell when you're gone.
Stories of a monster disguised as a man,
a cousin, a brother, a son,
but I will not wait for that time to come.
I refuse to accept it,
to make peace with it.
For we made a promise,
in the form of a blue stick-it note.
Perhaps you forgot,
but I did not.
Wake up. I'm hungry.
#idk what happened but I started writing this in the morning after listening to the playlist and talking to my beta about it#honestly they're the one to blame they tempted me#how dare you make me write poetry - sth I clearly don't passionately love#thank you so much as always#this was very fun more people should try it#get a playlist you love and use the song titles to come up with a story#it doesn't have to be a poem like mine tbh#I just couldn't resist#kinnporche the series#vegaspete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#fanfic writing#poetry
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The irony that Hailey Banks doubts the fact that she could be a princess when she has been one in a past life.
#auli'i cravalho#hailey banks#hailey's on it#moana#i just couldn't resist#the irony#i will think about this for the next few days#s1 ep9#smells like queen spirit#934 posts
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