listen listen listen - IF jordan were to be in life series his glasses color would probably change so why not give it lore where the Ianites from different universes are havin a friendly competition and when one loses a life, a different jordan variant takes his place >:]c
(im not gonna say anything about Admiral Flash except season thr-)
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Ahhh I'm sorry for ranting so much this morning 😅😅 dealing with alot of yucky feelings :')
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potential builds to draw: maybe mumbo's vault from this season? or etho's s7 monstrosity?
i went with the monstrosity which ended up being a lot more difficult than i thought lol. i have a couple more screenshot i wanna draw too so i might add to these at some point
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wip wednesday thursday
tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @weewootruck thank you 💖 tagging y'all back for friday lol
(I was so sure it's still Wednesday and only checked after I prepared the post so fuck it, posting it now lol)
don't look at me, I started another bucktommy wip 🙈 istg these two inspire me like no other ship ever has lmao the problem is i can't finish anything bc I constantly have new ideas
this one is inspired by mgk's song "twin flame" bc it was stuck in my head and it makes me think about the invisible string theory, and I'm a little insane about them clearly haha - I have most of the dialogue outlined so now I just gotta write the fic around it and hopefully it'll be done soon and I can get back to all the other ones lol I feel like for each writing game i post a snippet of something totally different 🙈
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He’s so focused on admiring every little feature of his boyfriend’s face, thinking about how much he loves him and wants to spend forever with him, he startles when suddenly Tommy turns his head, his blue eyes on Buck now, smiling softly.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, a hint of concern audible.
“Yeah.” Buck smiles, his hand on Tommy’s chest tracing small patterns on his pec over the fabric of his t-shirt. “All good.”
“You sure? I’ve felt you stare at me for like ten minutes straight.” Tommy raises an eyebrow.
“Can’t I admire my hot pilot boyfriend for a minute?” Buck answers and adores the blush on Tommy’s cheeks, the sound of his laughter filling him with warmth and affection
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no pressure tags for friday!: @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @bucks-daddy-issues @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @aroeddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @dangerpronebuddie @loveyouanyway @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @kinard-buckley @evansboyfriend @bucked-it-up
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something i did for fun bc yeah, i self insert into my MC. and by that i mean i wanna insert myself into her bc immm fuckinnggggggg in love with her???
(me and her are the REAL ship of opposites attract, BACK OFF SEB)
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you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
(prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "gone with the wind".)
static frames below:
ouch! neck deep in aos bones feels rn... lmk if i should make a fix-it or somethin
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Alright this is the last tomarrymort post au for now but — imagine a world divided by heroes and villains. Imagine an empire where a man named Grindelwald rules with his partner, Dumbledore.
Imagine a story where Tom and Harry grew up in the streets; where they had to scavange food in the trashcans. Hide in the alleyways. A world where no one cared about the poor, dirty children. A story where they grew up hating the very land they were born in. The world that hated them just because of their bloodline.
But even through the hardships they dream. Dream of having a bed and a roof over their head. Dreams of a house with just the two of them. They dream of the day they will finally be free.
But then — Harry disappears.
And when they meet again? It's in the battlefield. But not side by side or hand in hand — no. They stand, facing each other; against each other.
Imagine two estranged childhood friends. Imagine, Tom becoming Voldemort and leading an army of rebels, planing a revolution. Imagine a missing Harry, who returns as the dog of the very empire he hated. Imagine friends turned enemies turned enemies and maybe something more. Something carnal. Maybe it's love, who knows.
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War
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Considering to the current 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 poll results, this is the last fic to be uploaded...
𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)
Unreliable Synopsis: “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will follow the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, young (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?”
Content Tags/Warnings: nothing (?) cuz I would never hurt my husband fr (will update if it does lmao)
Upload Date: TBA, approximately December 28, 2023 (8PM, Thursday, UTC+8)
It's here
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OK HEAR ME OUT ... *nothing comes out of my mouth*
This is where the viewer tries to figure out if that was just a ploy or he was really actually into it *throws hands up and walks away backwards*
cant remember which post i pulled that flashback from... it's somewhere in this blog lol i died when i remembered i drew that and didnt know why
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have a property police sketch im too tired to finish :)))
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I think I might be an angel, and the thought scares me.
I'm not religious and never have been– I don't believe in, serve, or feel any attachment to a god or deity, but something in me is still drawn to the concept of divinity, purity, holiness. I feel like my purpose is to watch over the world, to guide humanity through their struggles and teach them what is right.
I'm worried that to call myself angelkin would be appropriating something I know very little of, and I truly would hate to offend. But I can't deny the phantom wings on my back. Can divinity and atheism coexist?
I'm not sure what to do. Advice/reassurance/feedback of any kind would be appreciated. I feel so lost.
–⛅
🔮
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imagining the things graham gore could and would have done to edward little's cervix had he lived a little longer
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ELLO!!!! GUESS WHO REDID HIS METAL SLUG DESIGNS!!!! i guess you could call it that uuhm
but YEA!! i've been thinking a lot about metal slug lately and i just... couldnt resist redrawing my versions, hopefully i do more in the future for more characters n all, i really want to post more metal slug stuff, i love LOVE these silly guys
im not writing anything at the moment cause i really didnt change my headcanons and im kind of tired to write proper paragraphs (i should stop staying up until 3 am to finish drawings? maybe).
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Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!
ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD
i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):
She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.
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