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kasirose · 11 months
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Soooooo what happens if the consul and high warlock both get arrested XD
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horse-head-farms · 2 months
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day 2: Royalty/Knight @mcyt-yuri-week
False, a knight famous for her ability to slay magical beings, was sent by her king to defeat the greatest threat of all - the fae. Here, she enters the faerie realm and is greeted by none other than the queen herself, waiting upon her forest throne.
Having grown up on tales of the fae and their evil trickery, False is surprised by how beautiful and kind the queen is, but isn’t going to let down her guard yet.
Queen Stress is rather impressed by this mortal who not only managed to find her way into the faerie realm, but is also brave (and foolish) enough to try and fight her! She has no intention of hurting False, and instead wants to teach her the mischievous ways of the fairies, get her to lighten up a bit and all that. And, well, if she tries to court the handsome knight along the way, who can blame her?
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devildom-moss · 9 months
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F*cking Idiots (and Barbatos)
[Lucifer, Solomon, Barbatos, and MC watching the brothers doing something stupid]
MC: You’re all fucking idiots.
Solomon: Well, technically, you’re fucking idiots, so…
MC: And you’re one of the idiots I’m fucking, so what’s your point?
Solomon: No point, I’m happy just to be included.
Lucifer: Are you seriously grouping me in with the rest of them? 
MC: Listen, I’m stupid-sexual: either you’re an idiot I have sex with or you’re not and I don’t.
Lucifer: Understood. So I take it you aren’t fucking Simeon?
MC: You’ve seen that man with technology.
Lucifer: And Diavolo?
MC: Sheltered + childhood trauma = reckless, idiotic behavior.
Lucifer: Well, what about Barbatos?
Barbatos: MC said I was special.
Lucifer, staring at MC, betrayed: Excuse me?
MC: Barbatos is special.
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hoodiemanic · 6 months
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He stepped out for a quick trip to the supermarket
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cathalbravecog · 9 months
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i like it when ppl draw this freak with pants like that. woe. ms paint gwam be upon ye. mole if u see this, this is dedicated to u
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badmoodbatflowers · 4 months
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feel like pure shit just want her (thirteen) back x
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s0urfangs · 24 days
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Reminder that 95% of social media in its current state is socially unsustainable for human beings and that struggling with interaction is quite literally built into its design.
If ur up to date with everything and talking to everyone likelihood is you're online for so much of the day desperately trying to keep up and often as a result end up scrolling past/through a lot really fast and see it more as just "obligatory content to get through" to "stay relevant/up to date" than stuff you actually want to see, OR a mindless distraction. I've been guilty of this. Never realised seeing art had lost its meaning, and that somehow, I just didnt care anymore? It crept up on me until I made a bsky and got so insanely excited I could actually SEE exactly what I wanted to again instead of maybe occasionally seeing a friends post in an absolute sea of content, ending up feeling drowned out by the noise.
It's so often seen as an issue with the USERS of social media but I really really don't think it is. It's so much stimulation, SO much input and new information that it gets exhausting even to scroll, let alone engage actively, and I know people might say "oh! But it isn't like that for me!" If it isn't, good! But I never realised it was having that effect on me until I was forced to take a break. I genuinely do not think our brains can handle it.
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liquidstar · 1 month
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a friend who'd wait :)
#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol#finn's ocs#finn's art#i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me#and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun#i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past#he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it#he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned#which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them#they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore#but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird#and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place#though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library#and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together#since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door#eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement#barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate#but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd#he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself#but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov#sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3#but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh
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doodleodds · 8 months
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..... WE GOTTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so SO much to everyone who commissioned (read: enabled) me!!
Now that I've reached my goal of +10ing my boy, and since my time is (unfortunately) still quite limited due to work, I'm going to be closing comms tomorrow! So, if you have an idea and haven't decided if you want to commit or not yet, now's your last chance for the time being! ;) And to all those who have already paid, I know I do still have quite a few to get through- I was a FOOL to think I could just bang these out in 24 hours, lol, but please rest assured they will be coming within the next few days!! I'll get through them slowly but surely. Admittedly I did take a break to draw this guy because I was so pleased to get him, but I'll get right back on the horse tomorrow lol. Thank you so much again everyone!! ^O^
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Ferdinand went to a tea party and came back Different
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synthshenanigans · 11 months
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"it's not fair, isnt it?"
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if you couldnt tell i like murder mysteries, this is a ref to WKM with @socialc1imb's clue au. The Mystery² and the Murder amount is too high to count
Alt Lighting versions cause idk how light works
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naomiknight-17 · 5 months
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Fell into an accidental 3-hour nap after dinner, then woke up and had to do a load of dishes and feed the cats
I feel woozy as hell and slightly nauseated now, but at least that's done and I can relax
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kicktwine · 1 year
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hi hello i was thinking abt it bc of ur posts on vani and ven recently. what are ur thoughts on what bits of feelings vanitas gets from ventus. i am. curious tm
hello. you are in so much luck because I’ve been thinking about them somehow even more bc I just received a zine and also get to see them soon again with my friend. Hi. Hello
i tend to think it works like a sieve. Vani’s heart isn’t healed over, so it thinks it should still be getting feelings from the other part of it, which it does if they’re strong enough. He can get REALLY specific with them too — Ven’s happy because Terra gave him a strawberry tart. Ven’s relieved because he had previously been nervous but Aqua told him a story so everything is fine. — but he only ever gets the good feelings consistently (because that’s what he’s missing), and only gets the bad feelings if they overflow. At which point it kind of becomes dangerous for the both of them because they can get caught in a feedback loop of negativity and push it way worse than it needs to/they originally wanted to be and overstimulate each other just on pure Feels Angry or Feels Bad. Because!! Also! Ven can feel what vanitas does Only if it overflows from his side, only if they’re close proximity, and only the really nasty feelings. Most of them slough off into unversed or chimera unversed so this rarely ever happens, and it only becomes a problem when they’re too close and too busy and too upset. Like their boss fight. u could probably feel the nasty energy radiating off them
anyways I was getting off track vani can feel positive emotions from ven a lot and he can only really understand them when they’re happening and he ceases to really get it once they leave. His negativity reacts to ven’s positivity like fire and wood. It’s like depression+sisyphus’ eldritch madness. yaaaaay. Like this
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Vanitas genuinely hates him. For a lot of reasons not the least of which is it hurts him to keep being taunted and never given the reward. but in those moments of feeling happiness maybe he can pretend the feelings are his and cherish them for a moment…
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noes-pillow · 1 year
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✨️Vanoé Angst Week: Day 1✨️ @vanoeangstweek
What’s Left Unsaid
| 1k | read on ao3 | feedback appreciated |
Prompt:
Selfish/Selfless | Forbidden Love | “I couldn’t stop myself.”
Summary:
"If anything, I need to apologize.”
Damn right you do.
"I’m sorry.”
'Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.
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Noé reads Vanitas' last letter to him after his death.
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“I couldn’t stop myself from writing to you.”
Noé’s hands quivered holding the pathetic example of a piece of stationary. It was crushed, torn in the middle, and nearly falling apart. The ink was barely decipherable. So much of it smeared with blood.
 “I realize this is more unfair to you than it is to me.”
You got that damn right, that awful human. How dare you. Noé told himself he didn’t want to continue. That was another lie.
 “I see you writing in your notebook all the time. You are so focused on your work. You are so dedicated to your purpose. It’s admirable. Because in a way I can relate.”
So, he was looking at him. Noé wasn’t just imagining the small glances thrown his direction. The little flashes of electric blue. His desk was on the side of the room where Vanitas could see a perfect profile of Noé’s candid face while he worked.
 “I hope you never stop being as dedicated as you are.”
Vanitas never spoke like this.
“I hope you find a new purpose after I’m gone.”
Stop. Where was this even coming from?
 “And I hope you are able to forgive yourself.”
Noé laughed. A fake giggle of disbelief.
 “Because Louis would forgive you.”
Damn you. Louis was dead. And now so was Vanitas. Noé wasn’t trying to make a habit of being forgiven by his dead friends.
So why was he saying these things now?
 “And I already forgive you too. Actually, there is nothing for me to forgive, really. You promised to hold up a deal I never thought you would agree to. If anything, I need to apologize.”
Damn right you do.
 “I’m sorry.”
‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean you’ll come back to me.
 “Noé, I’m so sorry, mon chéri.”
Don’t call me that. Noé would never get to hear him say that name ever again. It was torture for Vanitas to remind him of that fact.
 “I’m sorry about the secrets I had to keep from you and that I could never tell you about my past.
I wanted to.
I wanted to terribly.
But I do also know that you understand, as much as you wish it were different… as much as I wish it were different.”
Noé wished nothing more to be holding his Vanitas rather than the decrepit letter in his hand.
This should’ve been a love letter not a suicide note.
In some ways it was both.
“I’m leaving the book in your care. Destroy it, if you can. The tear stone should have shattered upon my death, but the book must also be forgotten.
Burn it, rip it to shreds, throw it into the void between the barriers, if you must.
The world needs to forget any trace of Luna.
The world needs to forget any memory of me.”
I don’t want to forget.
 “I know you can’t forget me. You always were a sentimental one. I know you wouldn’t even dare try. So that is why I must say this.”
Noé stared at the page. His eyes could burn the page to ash if he scrutinized the message with any more intent. His heart pounded with anticipation, trying to guess what words he would read next.
He tried not to be so hopeful, but that’s hard when you’re reading someone’s last words. Vanitas’ last words.
 “Noé…
My friend, and partner in crime.
Whatever words you are hoping to see me say, you will not find in this letter. Whatever confessions you are hoping I write to you will never exist. Whatever I have left unsaid should remain that way.
There are things I could say, things I might even mean, feelings that might even be true, that which will die with my last breath of sanity.
To be human is to feel. But I’ve never really been human, have I? I was born that way yes, but I don’t have the luxury of that now after all that has happened.
Noé, there are things I cannot say because I mean them.
But they wouldn’t be fair to speak into the world.
Wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Selfish human.
 “And the universe isn’t fair.”
That was one phrase Noé didn’t need to be told to know was the truth.
With a sigh that left his lungs feeling like they should be drowning, Noé finished reading.
He didn’t want to take another breath, but his body forced him. Everything felt heavy. Like his body was made of lead. He couldn’t move for awhile. He just sat at his desk, and turned to the right, looking at Vanitas’ empty bed.
Noé pressed the paper flat to dry and let his mind wander. Eyes unfocused, looking at nothing, but still facing Vanitas’ side of the room. A few memories replayed in his mind. He wished he could lose himself in them. Drown in them if he needed to.
But no.
Some time later, Noé folded up the dry, flattened words of his late partner. One, two, three, four folds in half, into the size of a business card.
That letter found it’s home in the left inside pocket of Noé’s coat, buttoned tight for safekeeping.
He never read those words again. He didn’t need or want to.
Years passed, and from time to time Domi would notice Noé press his right hand to his chest over his heart. She thought it was some routine he absentmindedly did when he was feeling a little more emotional.
What she didn’t know was that there was a little folded piece of paper in his pocket that Noé kept for when he was feeling lonely. Warmed between his hand and his heart for when he needed it to be.
Vanitas’ letter might have said nothing, but its existence meant everything.
Though he only saw the words once, the last line would pop into his mind more often than he was willing to admit.
Vanitas didn’t even have the sense to sign his message. He simply ended with…
 “Noé, I set you free.”
No, Vanitas.
You’ve just left me alone.
fin
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silhouettecrow · 5 months
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 328
Adjective: Violent
Noun: Teeth
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Violent: using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something; (especially of an emotion or unpleasant or destructive natural force) very strong or powerful; (of a color) vivid; (law) involving an unlawful exercise or exhibition of force
Teeth: a set of hard, bony enamel-coated structures in the jaws of most vertebrates, used for biting and chewing; hard, pointed structures in invertebrate animals, typically functioning in the mechanical breakdown of food; genuine force or effectiveness of a body or in a law or agreement; the projecting parts on a tool or other instrument, especially a series that functions or engages together, such as cogs on a gearwheel or points on a saw or comb; the projecting parts on an animal or plant, especially jagged or dentate rows on the margin of a leaf or shell; an appetite or liking for a particular thing; roughness given to a surface to allow color or glue to adhere
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aprilizzie · 1 year
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🎆🧡 Happy Lunar New Year! 🧡🎆
It's the year of the Black Rabbit! 🐇🖤
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rottingcompost · 6 months
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found out just today that there's a whole community of people romanticising and encouraging self harm and apparently giving others tips on how to do it, similar to the pro ana and pro mia communities, and im fucking disgusted. if you are someone who actively engages with those communities get the fuck off my blog and never come back, i don't want you here.
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