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dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow
she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.
#my art#adrien agreste#emelie agreste#gabriel agreste#dad villain au#mayura#as emelie faces zero consequences using the peacock she's more likely to utilize it in a way she didn't in the last timeline#last timeline she faced real problems. had to come to terms with her own eventual death. got to see action and reaction in process#in this timeline there was no consequences. so why shouldn't she make this as 'perfect' as possible?#before gabriel got his memories of the last timeline back he was actually pretty against her being weird abt adrien but eventually just#let her do whatever lmao. he was like. alright fine if it makes you happy dear#sure you can rearrange his genome so he cant catch chicken pox again whatver#as a result when things dont fit her delusions she gets upset moody or aggressive
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Fenton Vaseline Glass Snail, Vintage Yellow Opalescent Uranium Glass
#uranium glass#vaseline glass#snail#the dime for scale is much appreciated dear seller#paperweight#i guess?#uranium glass menagerie let’s go#gastropods#molluscs#mollusks#fenton#i knew this would do numbers yall are too easy#1k#as long as you’re here. remember when the lich fucked up the sweet waving snail from adventure time?#also so many of you think uranium glass is way more dangerous than it is. chill#it doesn’t need the hype it’s already sick af
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Congratulations to Dungeon Meshi on the first episode of the animation adaptation!
#dungeon meshi#laios touden#marcille donato#senshi#chilchuck tims#I have been getting into a lot of dungeon related media recently and what better way to celebrate this by cheering on Dungeon Meshi#Which is about to start airing it's first season!#I have a few friends who are deep in the Dungeon Meshi caverns and I am so excited to surprise them with this art#The group chats are already blowing up with people drawing and now I can join in! Yippee!#My favourite character wont appear in this season but that is okay. I am so fond of them all B*)#It really is a very special and dear story that I am happy to see get more love and exposure.#Not sure what the overlap is for mdzs and dungeon meshi but I must do my dues to spread the word.#I'll work on figuring out how to draw these silly adventurers better and return with more art at the end of the season.
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green haired guy that has haunted my character types for 10+ years
#roronoa zoro#one piece#opfanart#ive spent a good 2/3 of my artist life trying to draw him in a way i like.... i'm inching to it slowly bit by bit as i improve#which is truly One of my greatest joys as an artist - learning to draw better so i can draw my faves better#zoro is genuinely my favorite fictional character everrrrrrr... i think.... i love him so much but i have long since ran out of words to#Describe why. and i dont think any other character has come close tbh -- EXCEPT FOR WOLFWOOD!!!!! god. WW!!!!!!!!#which is crazy. but ww is very special. very dear. zoro and ww are very different... someone more similar to ww would be sanji and robin#but there's also smth about them that are so Similar. i sound like an insane person in these tags and clearly im bias BUT I SWEAR!!!#it might just be the loyalty aspect - incredibly strong traits in both of them.... also nightow drew wolfwood in a haramaki once......#connecting the most minor dots over nothing - but any ww + zoro lovers out there - maybe u understand what i mean.
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more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away
+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut
#the dear doppelganger weeg one is purely self indulgent bc ive been playing it on loop recently im normal#and i know doppelganger is a different whole thing than what he has but. hey its ok we ball#more spm on the way (i hope!!!!!! as long as i dont get distracted by avemuji or sekai for a bit)#most of this was practicing mario bc i still dont like the way i draw him tbh but i think we're getting somewhere#shoutout priv twt oomfies for dealing with my mario fix bullshit youre all so real#drawing these little guys is so much different from my other little guys i think thats why ive liked drawing them so much constantly#it just feels fresh for me!! i just get to fuck around when i draw them its fun to experiment again#ok done talking i like them a normal amount#mario and luigi#mario#luigi#super mario bros fanart#super mario bros#super mario fanart#spm#super paper mario#mr l#starlow#smb#super mario brothers#mario bros#mario fanart#art#fanart#my art#cloudy draws#nintendo#nintendo fanart
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kdtm i want a baby meme
#if you saw me post the chat log version of this no you didn't#i decided i liked this way better even if it was 1000% more effort#bunn gifs#kiseki: dear to me#kiseki dear to me#kdtm#chen yi x ai di#ai di x chen yi#chenyiaidi#🌸kiseki: dear to me#zong yi x ze rui
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Kiseki: Dear to Me E12 ° Ai Di during Chen Yi's confession
#kiseki: dear to me#kiseki dear to me#taiwanese drama#taiwanese bl#louis chiang#ai di#i made these for the middle row🥺#the way you can see ai di trying to remain indifferent#but the more chen yi confesses#the more his walls break down#meowmao gifs
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Hi Tumblr. I often like to bake sourdough bread.
Please reblog so it gets more votes etc.etc.
Below the cut is a few pictures of bread I've baked as proof that I know what I'm doing at least a little bit
#polls#my polls#tumblr polls#bread baking#sourdough bread#yes i will actually bake this bread#no matter how much you all fuck it up#provided this gets more than like 1000 votes that is#bread#addendum: dear lord there is no way thos bread will be edible if yall keep voting for salt
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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹
as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL#he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL#thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑#✿ willow writes#✿ ask willow#✿ thoughts: bakugou
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i have a question. about. your username. is it dear ao3 as in the opening to a letter or dear ao3 in the way people say "dear god (what is happening)"
its both!!
#started as dear ao3 like a love letter then devolved into madness#never changed it cause it was fitting either way#and usually reguardless of what were posting its more or less related to fandom anyway#not a tag#from saph
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Oh yeah, here's my favorite little gay moment of the "Eddie's Big Lift" audio that I drew!
(I didn't draw Barnaby because this post ain't about him)
#I NEED to draw these two more#It's a crime that I haven't#Eddie Dear#frank frankly#eddie x frank#my art#my design(s)#(in a way but not really 😅)#Welcome Home
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Wallflower (Hawks x Reader)
You're shy. Hawks isn't.
(more Hawks fluff <;3)
It didn't matter that people would kill for a job like yours, you were going to quit. It wasn't worth this nightmare called a charity ball you found yourself at.
You were young and far down the hierarchy. You had assumed that the higher-ups would send someone with an established reputation to represent the company.
"No, you'll be perfect. A charming young face is exactly what our brand needs," your boss insisted.
You bit back a scoff. One of the reasons you became a costume designer was so you didn't have to schmooze people. You always loved the world of heroics, knew you wanted to be part of it in some way. But large crowds and larger personalities launched your heart rate skyward. Costume design was perfect: challenging, creative, and just the right amount of human interaction. Sure, you weren’t the most sociable, but you loved working one-on-one with your clients, getting to know them slowly over time and never worrying about going blind from direct exposure to the spotlight.
None of this seemed to matter to your boss, or your colleagues, who refused to take your place even as they sighed with envy. You were beginning to think it was part of a bigger conspiracy to get you to "come out of your shell," and you resented them for it.
Still, you wished one of them were here so you could have someone to talk to. Your charming young face didn't know a single person here.
That wasn't entirely true. You recognized some of your clients, had even tried to talk to one of them, making it through a full thirty seconds of stilted conversation before someone more famous pulled them away. You immediately fled to the periphery of the room where other guests floated past, preoccupied with other things and people.
That was fine, You were really only interested in one person here anyway, and you knew the chances of actually talking to him were nonexistent.
You had caught glimpses of him throughout the night. It was hard not to, his giant red wings a beacon, standing out even more in his all-black ensemble. Never long enough for eye contact, but you held on to the hope of getting a wave or a quick smile at some point tonight.
Hawks was an established client at your company, his costume the creation of your boss's boss. The two of you met a few months ago after you had been assigned to find a new material for his visor. Something sturdier without sacrificing visibility. He visited you regularly to test out the prototypes.
At first you were terrified, unsure how to talk to the loud, gregarious hero. The energetic banter your veteran coworkers had with him wasn't something you could match. But Hawks had surprised you with a patient smile and questions about your work, listening so attentively your passion overtook your shyness. It didn't take long for you to feel at ease with the hero, even if your heart never settled into its normal rhythm when he was around.
But there was a big difference between his visits to your studio and you approaching him in the middle of a giant gala, surrounded by dozens of other heroes and bigwigs. So you leaned against the wall, checking your phone and wondering if it was late enough to leave without getting yelled at later.
"Should've known you'd be over here!" You jump at the sudden visitor, who chuckles at your reaction.
Your heart's still in your throat, but you feel calmer now that Hawks stands in front of you. Something familiar at last.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that you seem like the wallflower type," he replies with a head tilt and teasing grin.
"Am not!" You said it as a reflex. Both of you knew very well that you were a wallflower. And you had in fact spent the entire evening against a wall.
Hawks' eyes narrow, deviousness creeping into his smile. "Oh? Well in that case, I guess you won't mind sharing a dance with me."
When you fail to immediately take his outstretched hand, he pouts. "Come on, Endeavor already turned me down. Are you really gonna let me be rejected twice tonight?"
You huff out a “fine,” and he guides you to the dance floor with an eager pull of your hand, his feet not quite touching the ground. To your relief, he stops in a space off-center, his wings partially open as he brings his other hand up to your waist.
The two of you twirl around in what you think is meant to be a waltz. Hawks can't keep a beat but insists on leading anyway, just barely missing your toes. Without warning, he spins you out before snapping you back against his chest and you feel the rumble of his laughter. You're grateful he can't see your reddened face, dizzy from spinning and the scent of his cologne.
By the end of the song, you've gathered enough wits for a little payback. As the music swells for the final time, you slip your hand around to Hawks' back and press your knee forward. His eyebrows raise in delight at your mischievous grin and he lets you dip him, throwing his arm out with a flourish.
There's a smattering of applause, some conversation to your side, but you're not paying attention to any of it, too focused on Hawks beaming up at you.
"Sooo, how about it? Up for another?"
You agree without hesitation this time. It's not like you had anything better to do this evening.
#I hear you ask “kaye how are you supposed to dip hawks with his giant wings in the way”#the answer is carefully dear reader#very carefully#anyway hello i love fancy galas and fancy dancing and being goofy and bad at fancy dancing#You can expect more on this theme#bnha#takami keigo x reader#keigo takami x reader#hawks x reader#x reader
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stringbean plushie, based on the character from The Owl House!
the tail has a little toy rattle in it so she makes rattle sounds like she does in the show :D
#the owl house#original plushie designs#plushie#plushblr#when I tell u this is the trickiest plushie I have ever designed. dear lord#stringbean went through over 10 rounds of revisions - i've been working on her since her debut in January and JUST now she's finally ready#wanted to go a little longer than she is in canon bc that way I could make her more poseable without having to put wires or armature in her#she also. has a little rattle in the tail which is SAUR cute to me. anyway I am proud of her! and preorders open today if u want your own :
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Smell Check [Easy: Failure]
MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#disco elysium#MDZS Disco Elysium AU#So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now*#I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About.#I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51!#A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution!#Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!!#One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough.#No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent.#I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend#It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people.#It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers#and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium.#If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*)#If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself.#edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them
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truly obsessed with paul’s dedication to openly acknowledging that dear friend is about john but also absolutely refusing to speak about the line “i’m in love with a friend of mine”. the man has spoken about the meaning of literally every single other line except for that one and i respect it (despite how nosy i am)
#honestly him saying ‘yep this is abt john’ and then not speaking abt that line tells me more#loved the way he spoke abt it in the lyrics book tho 💗💗#and him saying it could have been called ‘what the fuck man’ but that probably wouldn’t have flown in the early 70s 😭😭#paul mccartney#john lennon#mclennon#wings#dear friend
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things from The Halloween Update that are concerning me more than i already am about Eddie:
his Frankenstein's Monster costume turning his face (and hands. ha, hands, like the hands on a-) half yellow half blue/purple like the clocks & Sally's door. that's fucking me up a little ngl
Eddie tacks "A bit of a moral conundrum-" onto his description of Frankenstein's Monster, who he's costumed as. which seems out of place with the rest of his description. he could've said "bolts" or "white streak in his hair" or another physical trait. nope. Moral Conundrum (one could also describe his costume as "two-faced"...). and the fact that he's dressed specifically as someone who was "brought back from the dead" makes me 👁️👁️. kinda reminds me of a certain set of artworks from Clown's tumblr a while back...
Eddie, despite his whole schtick being "bad memory", was the only one to accurately recognize Sally's costume as pedrolino from the Commedia dell'arte. could be a little 'inside joke', might be something else. i suspect it's something else due to his... ah... Everything.
#yk im starting to wonder if eddie's meant to have a naturally bad memory#or if something is purposefully fucking with em more than with anyone else#bc he seems to have these little moments where hes On Top Of It#kinda like moments of lucidity almost? hm....#eddie dear what have you seen? why are you Singled Out?#the wrist watch / his eyelashes matching home's (whatever the rounded things under the sills are)#his halloween costume / his memory problems / the fucking tiny secrets sprinkled all over his post office / his color being purple#hi eddie how does it feel to have main character syndrome#jesting! kinda#eddison edward eduardo edmund edgar edwin edmundo. what the hell is your deal im dying to know#wh speculation#welcome home speculation#homebogging#i wonder. i. wonder...#if eddie got Caught by whatever is out there at night#maybe he didnt know to stay in doors. maybe he realized he forgot to deliver something and thought 'better late than never'#maybe the town mailman is too important to simply Remove so he had to be dealt with a different way#or wait maybe someone saved him? wally perhaps? home? id(k?)#a worse memory so that he doesnt remember what happened?#a personal clock on him at all times so that he never loses track of the time of day?#an overactive fear-response to make sure he stays in his lane Despite him apparently enjoying scary things?#kinda sticks with the 'frankensteins monster' thing dontcha think? brought back from the dead? Stitched back together?#and the monster was an emotional sensitive character. like eddie. IDK idk im just rambling now
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