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tosakamametchi · 1 month

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Ok i didn't expect my last post to go that well jsjshsh, take some sodapack in the "funny love" style

#kinda spam #idk #adams art stuff #sodapack #osc #hfjone #lice #liam plecak #bryce hansen #fanart #artists on tumblr

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tickly-trashcan · 3 months

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HI EVERYONE AAAAA okay im back sorry classes started back up and i just completely forgot about everything else LOL

i'm working on a few things but I think posting is going to be a little slow!!! as i get back into writing im trying to balance it with my academic work and my social life which is proving kind of difficult??? when you don't do something for a while you kind of lose the muscle haha but yeah thank yall for sticking around!

#update #kinda spam #im also having hobby overload #like??? my free time is so limited now #but i have so many hobbies!!!!#like writing knitting reading dnd #help!!!!!

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blackberry-s0da · 3 months

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Mercy waiting for me to give him any sort of story that doesn’t involve him lingering naked in an invisible background

#when ur oc is so boring u draw him sleeping to have fun #I’m sorry I’m spamming him so much but I kinda figured out his design…not the clothing part yet tho #art #my art #artists on tumblr #original art #my characters #oc #Mercy #to be honest he had a story but I erased it cuz the oc is old as hell so it was very angsty and edgy and I don’t like it anymore #to be honest I only imagine a very mundane and calm type of storyline? not that interesting #the ultímate self insert. only wants to be on bed and do nothing

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autisticaradiamegido · 5 months

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day 343

none of your fuckin business dude

#day 343 #year 4 #sollux captor #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam #aradia and terezi in the bg but im not gonna bother actually tagging them for this one just to avoid spamming their tags #homestuck #anyway sollux being invited to girls night is honestly less of a gender thing and more of a All The Girls Just Kinda Think Hes Neat thing #but its also a little bit of a gender thing #regardless he has determined karkat isnt ready for that conversation yet #whatever karkats literally just jealous anyway

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doydoune · 5 months

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it's the year of our lord 2023 and I'm only now learning about Phoenix's and Maya's baker era

pov: you're living your best life making bread and a Lego figurine bursts into your bakery and now you have to prevent a girl from being burned alive as a witch

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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Part 2 to this.

He had never been so caring for another, the guard noted. Lord Scaramouche was not the caring type, after all.

Despite that, the man had watched the lord express actual worry for you, the one huddled away in his tent as he barked orders at soldiers to find medicine, make warm soup, and heat up water. One of them had had his fingers broken for making the food too cold for the harbingers liking.

On the very few occasions the guard was permitted inside the tent, he had caught glimpses of the lord knelt beside your feverish figure in bed, the back of his hand softly resting on your forehead. If they had been any longer in finding you…

The few medics in camp were situated nearby, with any and all injuries not held by you being mostly ignored for the time being. You had barely been conscious for the past few days, slipping in and out, with some mumbled and confusing phrases leaving chapped lips.

The guard is brought out of his memories when Lord Scaramouche passes him, dramatically parting the tent covering and entering with a few quick strides. He immediately makes a beeline for your cold, limp body tucked away in bed.

Scaramouche places a hand to your cheek. His frown deepens, and you groan, glazed over eyes opening only a fraction.

“M…Mother?”

A sigh escapes him. His soulmate really is pitiful… and weak.

“… You’re safe now,” he mutters, surprised for a moment at the tinge of emotion in his own voice.

“Do… I have to help c…cook dinner?”

“No. You’ll never be doing that again.”

“Oh… okay…” A yawn leaves your throat.

“Go to sleep.”

“Can we have… chocolate later? I bought some… to share,” you murmur, trailing off until your breathing becomes light, and your eyes fully close.

The lord sighs. A shiver wracks through your body, despite the multiple animal hides you have on. He’s certain that his men have destroyed the surrounding ecosystem just to keep you warm, but, oh well.

He stands, hesitantly turning away from you. You need more blankets, maybe some more soup, anything to keep the fever from taking you away from-

Oh. His eyes widen, and he glances back to you, and then at the shaking hand pulling on his fingers.

“Don’t… leave me…”

You’re still asleep. It’s not as though you’re conscious and would know if he left, is it? It’s not as though your plea is anything more than some deluded fairytale in your mind, is it?

“I won’t.”

Curses.

Curse him, and curse you for awakening something he didn’t think he had, something in his chest that for centuries he was sure was simply an empty void of nothing.

He wants to scoff and leave you here, to tell you that he has no need for someone as weak as you in his life. He wishes he had left you tied to that tree and just kept moving, that he had never felt the touch of your skin against his own. That he had felt absolutely nothing, that he hadn’t felt a stab of fear for the first time in a long time when carrying your freezing cold body back to camp. It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for a long, long while.

The next morning he leaves you alone for a short time, an hour at most. He regrets it when he comes back to you standing on two wobbly knees, the parts that make him up jolting at the sight.

“What are you doing?!”

You flinch, yelping when you abruptly turn to him and lose your balance. Hands, ones that send a feeling of static and electricity straight to your very core, are soon grasping onto you, holding you up before you can hit the ground.

“Are you daft?” The man spits out, visibly aggravated.

“Wh-What? What?”

“Get back in bed. I won’t ask you again.”

You don’t move, the sensation that comes with his touch only growing the longer the two of you stand.

“You’re… you’re…?” You whisper, eyes widening.

He pauses, the irritation in his expression dropping a little. After a beat, his lips part.

“… Yes.”

“We were in the woods, right? My village, they…”

Any softness on his face is wiped away the moment you mention your old home, and the people that resided in it. No longer waiting, he lightly pushes you back, leading you into the makeshift bed below. A blanket is soon wrapped around your quivering shoulders.

“Eat this,” he orders, pulling something out of his pocket and holding it close to your lips.

Chocolate.

“I’m not-“

“Eat.”

You tentatively take it from him, and the atmosphere grows awkward, at least for you, while he watches you chew on the rest of it.

“Thank you, it was delicious,” you tell him, truthfully. You haven’t had chocolate in a long time, as it was simply too expensive for your family to afford. Your mouth curves downwards into a frown.

“Rest.”

You don’t. You’re not sure if you can.

“My family, they let them take me. They didn’t… they didn’t stop them. They must…” A gasp is torn from you, and you meet his eyes once more. “How long has it been?”

“… Three days.”

You begin rise to your shaky feet, “I-I must go back, they’ll think that I’m-!”

He pushes you back down effortlessly.

“Are you a fucking fool?”

You can’t help but flinch at the absolute venom in his tone, but he isn’t done yet, towering over you.

“What do you think will happen if you go back, hm? That they’ll accept you with open arms, or they’ll send you right back to where I found you? Or, better yet, maybe they’ll set you alight there and then, rather than troubling themselves in having you freeze to death, they’ll instead watch you burn. Would you like to test if your family would spare you from that? Hm?”

You have never felt this small in your entire life.

“I-“

“Enough.” It appears the question was rhetorical, and your mouth closes, quickly feeling very dry.

His chest shudders with each deep breath he draws in, and he closes his eyes shut for a moment, seemingly trying to calm himself.

“Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us. Don’t ask me anymore stupid questions,” he turns on his heel, most likely deciding that he has something better to do. However, before he fully departs, he pauses at the entrance to the tent, still not looking back at you.

“You deserve better than that village, than that family who threw you out as though you were nothing to them. Know that I do not plan on doing the same, and that you… aren’t nothing to me.”

The intimidation you feel from him dimishes when you catch sight of the pinkish tinge to the tips of his ears. He doesn’t wait for your response, swiftly departing. You miss the few words of parting he gives you, as you tuck yourself into bed.

“Besides, it’s not as though you have anything to go back to, anymore.”

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oddthesungod · 1 year

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early wizardly mornings ✨💖

#critical role #critical role fanart #caleb widogast #frumpkin #the mighty nein #cr2 #critical doodles #its a dirty hobo wizard kinda day #anyway i've been churning out crit role fanart on overdrive sorry for the spam 🥴

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spamgyu · 4 months

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COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble - hairties and phone numbers

another installation to the college!mingyu au no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

kind of obsessed with the thought of oc's dad loving mingyu and wanting them together.

Her and her roommate rarely locked their door.

In fact, most on their floor rarely did as well — some even leaving their dorm room door wide open a majority of the time, allowing for guests to come in and out when they please.

They put way too much trust on one another...

"You got a hair tie?" He barged in, making a bee-line to her desk.

Looking up from her laptop, she watched as he rummaged through her belongings as she sat on her bed. He had a habit of making himself feel quite at home in her and her roommate's shared space.

"Hi, Mingyu. Hello, I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking" She rolled her eyes.

She had given up telling him off, opting to use sarcasm instead.

She had invited him in one time... One damn time, to help him with his paper and since then, he had made himself a regular in her room. Most of the time, he stopped by for useless reasons.

Just the other day, he had come in whilst she was busy plucking her eyebrows, only to turn off the lamp and scurrying away with a mischievous giggle.

He was always up to no good.

"Hi y/n." He paused his search with a sigh, as if she was the one bothering him. "Do you have a hair tie?"

Holding her arm up, he zeroed in on the black elastic around her wrist. "Thanks!" Mingyu smiled, slipping it off of her.

He pulled half of his hair up atop his head, securing it with the newly borrowed hair tie. "Looks okay?" He faced her.

Y/n snorted, grabbing her phone and pointing at him. "Smile."

Mingyu forced a smile out, like a five year old who just learned how to show off their teeth.

"You look like a toddler." She laughed, showing him the image she had just taken.

Mingyu chuckled, tucking the other strands he wasn't able to gather, behind his ears. "Send this to me."

Within seconds, the phone in his pocket buzzed – pulling it out to save the image. "Instagram dm's fucked up the quality." He frowned.

"Give me your number."

"You want my number?" He wiggled his brows.

"To send it, doofus." Y/n countered, giving him a look.

"I knew you always had the hots for me."

"I need you to look in the mirror and say that again."

Craning his neck to catch a glimpse of himself on the mirror hanging by her door, Mingyu let out a laugh. He looked absolutely ridiculous; wearing faded sweats, an ill-fitting puffer vest that he had stolen from his dad closet, and socks with his Birkenstock clogs.

"I think I look fine." He shrugged, going back to looking down on his phone.

hi it's mingyu

Y/n looked at the message from the unknown number, snorting. "You have my number?"

"Your dad gave it to me."

"Of course he did."

Her dad had hounded her numerously in regards to her finding a boyfriend, claiming that it was another man's turn to spoil her and treat her well.

And he knew just the right guy for the job.

He was not giving up on his dreams of making Mingyu a part of their family.

#inconsisten au.... but why am i kinda obsessed with this mingyu #literally no story line except mingyu just being cute and oc's dad wanting them together #spam drabbles #sg: mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios

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luyo-mi · 6 months

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my pookies

#you will have to pry these two from my cold dead fingers #I just wanna squish them so much I cant you guys #my babies frfr #anyways happy early halloween #have fun trick or treating dont get kidnapped #i kinda wanna draw jack and ruggie costumes but idk if ill have time eee ill have like what a day to do them #with my attention spam that is a big no #we ll see #ace trappola #deuce spade #twisted wonderland #i never know what to add to the pants like pants are simple but i dont wantt them to be simple but idk what to add #other than a belt #sad face

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eriochromatic · 1 year

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10.18.2022

all my House of the Dragon Portraits in one post

#house of the dragon #asoiaf #rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #viserys #viserys targaryen #daemon targeryan #otto hightower #larys strong #aemond targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #criston cole #erio art #erio stuff #these were kinda low effort tbh #so i didn't want to spam post these

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daily-haunted-tv · 1 year

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All around me are familiar faces-

#please... change your pfp or post on you blog #i kinda regret making the post now like #i am getting spammed with so many empty accounts-

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whilomm · 2 years

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btw im not sure how obscure of a ref this is considered, but im p sure the spamton nose recall was a direct ref to the burger king pokeball toy recall

#spamton sweepstakes #spamton #deltarune #kinda dark actually!!#child death mention #buzzy #IF THIS POSTS MULTIPLE TIMES ITS BC TUMBLR SUCKS AND KEPT BEING LIKE OHHHH SOWWWWY #BUNGLED CONNECTED SOWWWWWWYYYYYY #my internets being weird but hopefully No Spam(ton)

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hunnam · 3 months

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