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trickstarbrave · 6 months
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is this done??? i dunno. maybe. please enjoy
i am half awake but i was. dedicated to trying to finish this. it looks kinda jankie but its a colored loose sketch what did i expect.
i headcanon nerevar as half nord, and i was wondering how he'd look if he was raised in skyrim rather than resdayn/morrowind. the answer is uhhhhhh hot. he looks hot as hell.
necklace is based off kyne's token from skyrim bc i thought it was a neat detail. i also tried to recreate his usual face markings in more of a nord style with nordic face paint in the classic woad blue. along with some fur and a cloak but he's more used to skyrim weather so he's shirtless currently.
i also made him. way too hot. so i think i need to just finish this up and send him off into the world
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lady-arryn · 1 year
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The Midnight Club: members
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strangefellows · 2 years
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FGO request: “i smell something burning, you’re sure you’re okay in there?” “i’m fine! i’m fine!” with Mozart x Salieri
Amasali!! I have a suspicion who set this, but if not, either way here you go <3 I have never written either of them before and I don't quite remember how their interactions go but. I will give it my best shot!
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Perhaps, in retrospect, it had not been a good idea to allow that man to beg use of the kitchen. 
It is for a special occasion, he had said. It is of utmost importance! Ah, he was always so confusing. At least with him waiting outside the room, Salieri could think more or less clearly. To be in the presence of that man, of Mozart, it stole his wits — the price of this existence. A mixed blessing, that he was here, then. Any joy at his old friend's appearance here sapped away by the wicked rumors that had birthed this being that could barely call itself by the name Salieri. The desire to kill that man was overpowering. Not so much right now, at least.
"Oops!"
...or maybe he would anyway.
"...are you alright in there?" He asked, more exasperated than concerned. A pause, a sniff at the air. "I smell something burning."
There was a muffled squeak. "No! No, I am fine! I am perfectly fine, there is nothing to worry about!"
"Right." Salieri responded, utterly disbelieving. "Shall I fetch Lady Marie?" The queen had to be a slightly better cook than him. "Or Master?" 
"No!" That man yelped. "Nooo, no, nein, not at all, I told you I am fine! I am almost finished, please hold on!"
Salieri rolled his eyes. Really, how had they managed to sweet talk their way into this? ....wait, no, Tamamo Cat had been in charge of the kitchen today. That had been how. If it had been the others, they'd have never gotten away with this. In fact he was almost genuinely surprised Lady Raikou or Emiya hadn't shown up to yell at them yet.
Not that he was altogether sure why it was a them. That man was reckless to the extreme, wasn't he, inviting him along for this endeavor. To be so friendly with one's murderer — rumored or not, it was Salieri's truth — was ridiculous. But that man was ridiculous...always so ridiculous. Of course he was, so loved by God. Such absolute faith in a thing like him, that only existed to bring death to the one so loved. Completely unfounded, completely foolish. A ridiculous fool in this specter of a second chance as he was in life. And yet...
"Aha! It is finished!" He heard a hum of triumph from the kitchen that still smelled faintly of smoke, and sighed, turning towards the door and stepping back to the other side of the hallway. Keeping space between them worked, on occasion, when there was no one else there to calm him in that man's presence. "One moment~"
As if on cue, that man popped out of the kitchen, apron still loosely flung about him on top of his clothes (and quite the worse for wear at this point) and with both hands concealing something behind his back. "Salieri, my friend, do you recall what today is?" 
Salieri paused, attempting to think past the edges of black and knife-sharp fog that flickered around his mind at the sight of the man's face. "...no," he admitted at last. "I am afraid not." His lips thinned, mildly irritated. "You know my mind is not what it should be." Ah, let it stay simply irritation. Not that that man's carefree laugh made it easy. 
"That is just as well! I do, don't worry — and so this will be a perfect surprise~!" Mozart sang, confusing Salieri a moment until he brought his hands to the front to reveal his completed prize. It...
"What...is that?" Salieri asked, blinking slowly. It was lopsided, unevenly frosted with quite a heavy hand, and he could see some of the filling leaking somewhat out the sides where the icing was most thin. He wasn't sure what was meant to be on top, either, the piped icing wobbling precariously across the surface, but it seemed like a fragment of a musical score. Well, if someone extremely drunk and blindfolded had attempted to draw it. "...is that a torte."
Mozart grinned. "Yes!" He said. "It is only a tiny bit overdone. It tastes fine!" He held it out, eyes bright with merriment enough to make Salieri's hands itch with the desire to strangle him. "For you. Happy Birthday!"
....what.
"....birthday?" He asked, bewildered enough that it was the only thing he felt. "Today?"
Mozart beamed. "Indeed! Master brought it up earlier to us-- that is, Marie and myself-- because she was unsure if you would remember yourself. So I had the wonderful idea to make your cake myself, rather than ask for help!" He looked insufferably smug. "Perhaps it it not...the most aesthetically pleasing, I admit, but it is certainly tasty!"
Salieri found himself momentarily struck dumb. Ah...this idiot. Ridiculous, insufferable fool that was so loved by God. His hands itched still, but for a moment it was easier to ignore the urge, ignore his twisted existence. "...thank you," he said, quietly, eyes flickering away to avoid looking at that triumphant smile. "Shall we go visit Lady Marie and enjoy it, then?" The queen was likely preparing something herself, after all. Likely extravagant and mildly embarrassing, but...that was who she was, as well.
"We shall!" Mozart said, already heading down the hall, and Salieri hesitated a moment before following. What a fool. What a fool he was, this man. This man he was bound to kill. This man who yet chose to dance so close to his death with that smile on his face.
...really, they were both fools. But that was just as well.
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arin-sur · 7 months
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me: can i PLEASE take a picture of my cute shirt before I have to work for the next ten hours
steering wheel: no
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klauswalz · 9 months
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mercyburned-aa · 2 years
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OKAY i finished the ferdie/hilda drawing but it’s bedtime so... we’ll see if i can work up the nerve to post it tomorrow XD
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agoddamn · 1 year
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The SakuShino agenda, a ship that's existed solely in my head since seventh grade but it makes more sense than any canon Sakura het
Sakura likes butterflies, t that one extra Jump comic. She also summons slugs. For all that she tries to present a stereotypically girly front as a kid, she's not easily grossed out
Sakura clearly has a massive performative gender complex (see above girly front) and the Aburames are the most you-tried.jpg of Narutoland gender
If Sakura is into dudes, she's definitely got a thing for the stoic, mysterious type--which is a niche Shino happens to fill without being as inclined to stab her as Sasuke is
Shino is scientific-minded and his curiosity and passion for discovery pair well with Sakura's book smarts
Shino has self-esteem issues and Sakura's whole base arc is The Self-Esteem Arc (how do I get people to notice me, how do I make sure they remember me, how do I matter to them, how do I make them like me, they won't like me if I'm [x]) and the bonding writes itself
Both of them need friends outside their teams
No Konoha's Next Top Orphan drama
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danhoemei · 2 years
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buchanans · 3 years
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It means a part of me is still there. Which means a part of the Winter Soldier is still in me.
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jiniekook · 2 years
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JUNGKOOK + SEOKJIN for @intronnevermind cr. namuspromised // dwellingsouls
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Our Flag Means Death 1x01 - Pilot (READ NOW)
Written by David Jenkins
Based on some ideas by David Jenkins & Taika Waititi
Second Draft — 4/15/20
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camelliagwerm · 3 years
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DRAGON AGE II REPLAY →  ACT I: LONG WAY HOME
I’m so sorry. I didn’t ask your name. Unless... it’s not rude to ask a human their name. Is it?
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lady-arryn · 3 years
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No one can convince me that optimism or confidence is warm enough. Episode 4 “Punished, as a Boy” — THE TERROR (2018)
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rnegitsune · 3 years
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momoko 🍭 yes or yes
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aheartfullofjolllly · 4 years
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the twin jades of gusu lan sect → pirouette fighting style for anon ♥️
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baejoonyoung2 · 3 years
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jacob — thrill ride. 210813.
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