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descendantofthesparrow · 7 months

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HI YES ILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS FOR THE NEXT 100000000 YEARS

A DISCORD FRIEND FROM THE DESCENDANTS DISCORD HAS JUST-THE YUMMIEST ART SO I ASKED/COMMISSIONED HIM TO DRAW UP DEMI GOD REWRITE MAL AND OMFG DID HE DELIVER BEYOND EXPECTATIONS.

#art #art commision #D3 rewrite Mal #demi god mal #my mal #LOOK AT HER #LOOOK #MY DARLING FERAL MF COME TO LIFE #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #IVE BEEN SCREAMING SINCE THIS MORNING #IM SO DAMN HAPPY WITH IT I CANT EVENNNNN #HIS ART IS SO FUCKING YUMMY YALL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW #he dont have a tumblr but by god yall should see his art its so good #he's drawn hades in a maids outfit twice now #one was a meme edit BUT STILL TOP TIER

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harmonyverendez · 3 months

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Just ordered my shadow and bone back. It's finally here! I just read a few pages of it. And already love it. It's so amazing. Yippie!!!! ;-);-);-);-)

#my post #harmonyverendez #shadow and bone book series #shadow and bone Walmart #I just ordered the book series #and I got it!!!#it's amazing #and I only read a few pages #some may like it #and some may not #and that's fine by me #more for me then #my Jasper #my mal #My Alina 🥰😍

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malacandrax · 9 months

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On a splendid walk!

I finished making this guy, v inspired by @slocotion, old clown dolls, and Vanessa Stockard. I'm not sure what to call him, Timothy, maybe!

#just for me not for sale #I am not allowed to monetize other hobbies lol #see my next post for more abt making him #oofa doofa #ooak #ooak doll #mal crafts

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199doves · 8 months

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#dungeons & dragons #my mal #2023 #me #dungeons and dragons

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egophiliac · 4 months

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he finally figured out how to use the washing machine!

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#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #gif warning #gifs that will wash your wools in high heat and not understand what went wrong warning #oh malleus. oh my boy.#he was SO PROUD #he STUDIED and PRACTICED #i love this idiot #the mental image of everyone else in diasomnia silently watching mal trying to wash his clothes in the kitchen sink #how have none of them figured out what a goober he is yet

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yabakuboi · 1 month

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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.

"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.

He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.

"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.

So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?

Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.

He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.

"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"

"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"

"Come with me," Eddie burst.

And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.

"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"

Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"

"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."

"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."

All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.

#steddie #my fic #shush mal #something something once again about eddie being the bravest when it comes to love something something #anyways they pack steve's shit that night and leave early the next morning to make up for eddie's lost time to get to wherever he's going #and they live happily ever after amen #my steddies

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qrowscant-art · 11 months

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