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#thanks for the tag!! 💖
ziskandra · 2 years
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Last Lines
I’ve been tagged in the last lines meme again (this time by @fandomn00blr — thank you, friend! 💖)
At this point I’m basically just drip-feeding this Meresino fic onto your dashes:
It had been a long time since she had been in the first enchanter’s quarters. She afforded Orsino that much privacy, at least. It would have been years since she had been this far inside the depths of the belly of the beast, not since she had finally gone to check on Maceron and —
— her stomach churned, but Maker even with the direction her thoughts had drifted she still couldn’t be diverted from her goal.
If only it was so easy as distracting herself with all the blood and gore and destruction she had seen. But it only seemed to inflame her more, muscles coiled tightly ready to pounce, ready to fight, ready to be exhausted to within an inch of her life.
She swallowed her fear, swallowed her pride, and knocked on Orsino’s door.
Tagging: @syrupwit @lazyadmiral @fergus-cousland @little--abyss @haljathefangirlcat
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buffaluff · 2 months
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i am free
🩷💜💙
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originalaccountname · 6 months
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I officially went insane last night and I need to break my silence once more on the subject,
Dear skk fic writers who sustain me and who I love so dearly,
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The top of Chuuya's head arrives at about mouth level to Dazai. That means Chuuya's face aligns with Dazai's collarbones. On average, the arm reaches the crotch at ~wrist-level (get up and check or pull up a picture), so here we can see Dazai's crotch reaches the top of Chuuya's hipbone, while Chuuya's reaches the top of Dazai's thigh.
And because I'm thorough I brought other examples, just in case this was somehow a fluke or their height vary:
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There are slight variations (also perspective and such) but it's pretty consistant. Their height difference is 21cm, it's slightly less than a head's worth, so it all tracks.
This is a great reference for their (oh so beloved) height difference for everyone, but you know why I'm saying this. You understand why I tracked their hip/crotch height. If this concerns you, you know. You can still make it work. You just need to be slightly more creative. There are easy answers. I believe in you.
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factual-fantasy · 5 months
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I wanted to pop in and say that I just came across your Super Mario Bros art after I just got done watching the movie on Netflix and it’s just soooo gorgeous!!! I love how you draw them, I love their expressions, I love their brotherly love and how close they are, I know it’s been a hit since thought of them but your art for them will be something I treasure always
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It has been a hot minute since I've drawn the lads, yeah.. But I haven't forgotten about them 💖🔥✨🧊💖
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morpheusdreamt · 6 months
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A companion piece to these! 💖✨
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virgothozul · 9 months
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Jsdcbbccbhcb !! Merci !! tant de personnes ont réagi au précédent post en français ahahahah 🤣 c’est incroyable ! je ne m’attendais pas à tant de réactions merci merci ! Thank you everyone for the attention on my last post !!!
This is when Miles drops at the police station like a prince, a whole year later, nonchalant about his hiatus. And Phoenix is most likely losing his 💩 3 feet away.
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danikatze · 1 day
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✨ This scene ✨
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karineverse · 2 months
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We don't draw muslim girls enough
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beholding-moth · 8 months
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posting my fav old gerry art again for repostober <3
still one of my best 2020 art tbh.... can't believe 3 years went by so fast
ID in ALT by @princess-of-purple-prose
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abd-illustrates-art · 8 months
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Rise and shine! 🦝🍁
There’s just ONE WEEK left to pick up your very own Lief plushie! We’re 80% of the way to the goal, so don’t forget to head on over to Makeship and help get this lil’ guy across the finish line before the week is out 💖🦝
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starflungwaddledee · 1 month
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It's Kirby's birthday today, Starstruck (Dedede's, too)! Did you guys get a chance to celebrate before you went off to the tourney?
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starstruck took 1 point of accidental emotional chip-damage! happy memories of her friends keep her in a good mood, though not turning back gets a little harder with every step she takes away from home
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shares-a-vest · 3 months
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@steddielovemonth Day 25: Love is… Asking, “Do you want a blanket?” (Prompt by @thefreakandthehair)
wc: 952 | Rated: T | cw: Hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries and general hospital stuff, physical pain, one mention of blood
Tags: Post-s4, Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Hospital
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'Hospital Blankets'
“Steve? Hey, Steve?”
Steve is pulled out of a restless slumber by Eddie’s stage whispering. A twinge in his back fully rouses him as he remembers exactly where he is – in Hawkins General, bent up like a pretzel on what is quite possibly the world’s hardest chair, wearing nothing but a hospital gown and his underwear. He blinks harshly, his vision blurry as he looks in the direction of the chattering, dark-headed form lying in the bed in front of him.
“Huh?” he grunts, his voice thick with sleep as he becomes very much aware of the overall pain radiating over his whole body.
His throat burns too, even from a single word. He instinctively reaches a hand up to the reddened scar there – already a formed habit – only to scratch himself with his patient wristband.
“Do you want a blanket?” Eddie continues, his weakened voice indicating he is barely conscious, let alone aware of Steve’s discomfort.
Steve arches his back this time but it causes his chewed-up sides to ache, the bandages stiffening and contorting. Their tacky borders pinching at the already tight skin and scar tissue.
He gives up and slumps back in the chair, clutching the armrests for dear life as a twang shoots directly up his spine to his head. He runs a hand through his hair, impossible to keep from flopping in his face considering all he can do is give himself a goddamn sponge bath these days.
He should have just listened to Robin (and more than a few disgruntled nurses) when they begged him to stay in his own room.
But his room feels empty. Big and dark, just like his family home but a little more white and clinical smelling. It gives him nightmares. If he manages to settle enough to sleep that is…
It’s kinda hard when your friends are scattered throughout the bowels of the local hospital, all in varying states of distress meanwhile, outside the world has half caved in.
“Steeeve,” Eddie whines this time as he repeats, “Do you want a blanket?”
He half dry-sobs his query and Steve has no choice but to shimmy upright – thankfully, the slippery cover of his stupid seat helps him up this time.
Blanket… he finally considers and finds himself stifling a shiver.
He didn’t think to bring a blanket with him as he was much too focused on getting out of bed and down the hall to Eddie’s room. A room that is much colder than his own, which the occupant clearly knows.
Eddie’s fist is balled up in his blankets, offering them up as he raises his shaky arm.
“No,” Steve says softly, shaking his head and waving him away.
Eddie needs it more.
With a herculean effort, Steve moves the chair a few inches closer to the bed, hoping it isn’t scraping the floor or tangling up any of the wires and tubes hooked up to beeping machines – god knows where they each begin and end. His sides all but seize up as he sits back down and forces himself to correct his posture.
“But you’re cold,” Eddie frowns, his voice impossibly small.
“I’m fine,” Steve protests.
Eddie’s weak hand punches at his banket in a haphazard swish motion.
“Get into bed with me…” he mumbles, closing his eyes, “Rest with me, sweetheart.”
His head lolls to the side and Steve huffs out a laugh. Eddie is certainly on one hell of a cocktail of meds, mixed with the overall exhaustion that must come from almost dying. Steve can barely keep his own eyes open and he wasn’t anywhere near as close to it.
His heart thuds in his chest as thoughts of Eddie’s almost lifeless body rush back to his sleepy brain.
Dustin’s sobs… Robin scrambling to tear up clothes and sheets from the Upside Down version of the Munson’s trailer to make bandages… Nancy forcing everyone to focus as she devised a game plan, stopping every few moments to shoot down undead bats…
Steve screws his eyes shut and stands, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair before swiftly moving them to the bed for purchase.
At least Eddie’s right side is a little less banged up – but only just enough, Steve thinks as he hikes back the three warm layers of blankets enough to sit himself down on the bed. He swings his legs up next, clenching his jaw as every muscle in his body aches and pains from what transpired however many days ago.
The bed is a tight fit, but Steve doesn’t mind. The mattress is perhaps a fraction more comfortable than the chair, but he soon warms as he settles down and rights the blankets, smoothing them out for good measure and double-checking he hasn’t disturbed Eddie too much.
His body warms almost instantly as he rests his head beside Eddie’s on his pillow, positioned close enough that he can feel frizzed dark curls tickling his cheek. Eddie’s wispier than he expected and smells of the generic hospital soap – but at least the dried and caked-up blood is gone.
“That’s good…” Eddie coos, turning his head to face Steve, those tickling tendrils now replaced with a soft woosh of his breathing.
He can see the scar on Eddie’s cheek now. The bandage patch has been removed, exposing raw stitches today. Steve sighs, relieved by the smallest of steps forward.
Eddie can’t do much more than reach his hand out. And Steve takes it, interlacing their fingers despite the heart monitor clipped onto Eddie’s right index finger.
“Blanket’s... warm…” he mutters, nodding as he feels slumber tugging at him once again.
Eddie hums in agreeance and lightly squeezes his hand.
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14dayswithyou · 3 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REN !!
Unironically declining irl valentine asks and clearing my schedule to spend the day with Ren.
Thank you, Sai for creating my fav visual novel character ever and my ongoing hyperfixation !!!! possiblyfavoritecharacterever
mwamwa
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"Mm— C-Can we just stay in bed all day instead?" His early-morning tone comes out rough and laced with sleep as Ren pulls you closer to his warm chest. "Birthday boy's wishes... Hehe~"
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choiliner · 5 months
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YEONJUN | CHASING THAT FEELING | ENDING FAIRY (231225)
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butchdykefag · 1 year
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helsensm · 4 months
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If you’re still taking requests, can we see some Jacqui and Takeda? I still feel robbed that we didn’t get to see any of them being a cute couple together in MK11.
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got drunk and sad af so I'm gonna finish some drunk sketches requests I got back in december, yaaay??
I'M NOT TAKING any hew requests now though!
she's trying to work and he's here to not help her with that 😩
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