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#their all wards now
izayoichan · 7 months
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Letting the two hold hands, she took out a shawl. It was much like the one her father had used in River and Rylan’s wedding. It felt light, cool to the touch, and it had a shimmer to it that if you looked a little closer almost looked like a galaxy was swirling inside it. She gently wrapped the cloth around their hands, which had the light in it reflect in both their eyes.
Nat: So, as they say, by the power invested in me -she winked- I now pronounce you sundragon and sage. May your road be smooth and everlasting. 
As she pulled the shawl back the carvings in the ring had a soft glow to them, and the moons and suns seemed to have an added shimmer as well.
Nat: Ah yes. -she turned to River.- You may kiss your sunlight.
River just smiled, and pulled his sunlight close, before kissing him deeply before he pulled back noticing the blush on Lucas’s cheeks.
Liam: YAY!
With the official part done, it was a round of hugs, mostly for River before they were once again told to for a short while go to the side room they had been to before. Standing there with River’s arm around him, and his little one in his arms, he just watched everyone, and a simple fact slowly dawned on him that he was now, although they had felt this way for a while, an official part of this family. He had a large family.
(poses by @simmireen)
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beif0ngs · 9 months
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everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 
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haunted-xander · 4 months
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doodlesforfics · 2 years
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Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi​ (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)
ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.
and some doodles inspired by the fic
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let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.
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AoS + text posts pt. 1/?
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if you struggle with mental health, one piece of advice i would genuinely give you is learn to knit.
or crochet: something repetitive to do with your hands, assuming you're capable of it. if you're like me and learnt to knit as a kid but let it lie fallow for a long time, it may be that starting a large, simple project (for me it was a cloak, but a blanket could work too) gets you back into it. or maybe doing something smaller, idk. i personally found socks really hard for a while because they felt smaller than my cloak but weren't getting Done quick enough for me. as i've sped up i find it more interesting to knit socks.
regardless, a repetitive task is great for emotional regulation (also see: autistic stimming), and something that you can look at and go hey i've done something, unlike simply using a fidget toy, can also help to pick your mood up when the brain is being cruel.
it's also useful as a conversation starter or distracter if you don't know what to talk about. if you're wanting to talk to older people also you're more likely to reel them in with knitting (i work better with older people, and 99% of people who ask what i'm knitting are older than me). it also gives you the opportunity to not make eye contact because you're busy knitting, even if you're still carrying on a conversation. if you're absolutely stuck for conversation you can count your stitches and people might stop bothering you.
if you have trouble focusing without doing something with your hands, you can knit! i knit a lot in church, and it helps me to focus on what's being said.
i probably have more reasons you should pick up knitting, but i can't recall them right now, so yeah.
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edorazzi · 4 months
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More Thunderbirds Are Go comics! 🚀✨
It's been a while but I've had the first two lying around for months waiting to post a full set! In which neurodivergent John sets off people's AI detectors, gets bullied for his fashion choices, and Penelope battles with her conflicting standards when it comes to Gordon...
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akiacia · 4 months
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the things that come back
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lizardinkart · 6 months
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The further I get into Ward the more insane I feel logging onto wormblr and seeing the absolute ravine between Amy: Worm/Ward character, and Amy: Wormblr’s Little Skrunkly. Not for any particular reason, but having to hold my beloved cringefail problematic lesbian AND the deeply unnerving impact Ward Amy is having on me at the same time is about to hospitalize me with whiplash
For example, I finished 19.3 last night (with THAT scene), opened tumblr to Not Think About That for a minute, I forgot I follow Top Tier Amy Enjoyers, and this was about my emotional experience:
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(Also because I went looking for it today to not vaguepost, the post I was trying to remember was a @cpericardium amy sketch, that doodle affected me spiritually and also shot me in the face /lh)
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freyyzu · 1 year
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SEE YOU AGAIN SOON
it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.
a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always
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“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.
“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.
“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”
The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.
Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.
“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”
Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”
Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.
“Why don’t we take a picture together?”
The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”
“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”
“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”
You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”
There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”
Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.
Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.
The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.
The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.
His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.
“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”
“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.
An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.
“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.
At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.
“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.
Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.
If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.
“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.
“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.
“Thank you.”
The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.
“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.
“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”
He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.
“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”
‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.
You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.
And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.
It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.
‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.
A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.
[ could you send me that picture, please?
i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]
[ Of course. ]
Comes his instantaneous response.
He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.
[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]
Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.
With you.
And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.
[ As will I. ]
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mea-trinitas-profana · 7 months
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faithtober day 5: i'm not lisa
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lalospollos · 7 months
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late start to inktober this year because i couldn’t find a good prompt list so i made my own LMFOAAOAO
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seth-kia · 2 months
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everyone shut up and acknowledge how fucking incredible alexander ward is. thank you that is all
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designernishiki · 10 months
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it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now
#I think on another level he was sorta saying like ‘hey kiryu. you’re making it extremely clear that you don’t trust me and my intentions#and I’ve been trying to show you- over and over again- that I’d do just about anything for you and your safety#but I can’t just let my mask fall off in front of everyone- I need to keep up the unpredictable morally grey wildcard act for both my sake#AND yours. because disguising my helping you as crazy random violent outbursts and weird stalker behavior#is the only way I CAN help you. do you think it would go over well with shimano or literally anyone else if I was outright helping you out#of the kindness of my heart and fondness for you? stop being so fucking dense and look past the crazy wacky nonsense for a second and#maybe you’ll realize that all I do at the end of the day- really- is help you and put my own life and reputation on the line for you.#I am an honest guy when it comes to my real values and when I told you I wouldn’t let anyone kill you unelss it was myself- I meant it.#I’ve taken a knife and a bullet for you now. can you REALLY not see through the act yet? am I REALLY that unpredictable when you think about#it?’#that was a longer explanation than i intended but. it was difficult to put into words#I basically feel like it could be read as him implying kiryu shouldn’t backstab the people who put themselves on the line to help him#and/or pointing out that he’s never actually done kiryu dirty and has stuck to his word protecting him in the ways he can#trying to say yeah all this is a crazy act and all but when it comes down to it you Can trust me#it really makes sense when you think about it that he’d have to help kiryu/show affection towards kiryu in unpredictable convoluted ways#at that point in time because. I mean. there’s a reason he was the only person who showed up to welcome kiryu when he got out of prison#and that’s because A) he sticks to his word and his loyalty to people he cares about and B) no one else had the balls or the batshit insane#mask to wear to ward off anyone asking real questions like majima did. because ANYONE associating themselves with the supposed#patriarch-killer was a HUGE NO-NO at the time. someone important showing up for kiryu and welcoming him back outright could’ve caused#all-out warfare probably. except majima. because majima was dedicated and smart enough to use his widely-feared wildcard persona#(that everyone tended to view as incapable of having any Real agenda to worry about) to his And kiryu’s advantage#does that make sense??? I feel like it makes a lot of sense if you get it to click in your head#kazumaji#majima#kiryu#yakuza#kiwami 1#yk1#rambling
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squishlien · 3 months
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SURPRISE!!! THEY R ALL HERE!! IN DIFFERENT STYLES!!! derek lookks the best tbh......
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rageclownz · 3 months
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David Ward’s relationship with being seen, known, and understood is one of my favorite things about I am in Eskew. Take these two quotes:
Of course.
Like me, the city wants to be witnessed.
It wants to be understood.
(I am in Eskew, episode 27: “Breakout”)
But then there’s:
And although I was curious to see what lay at the other side of the tunnel, I was also petrified by the possibility of being seen by anyone - a mugger, a policeman, my mother, anyone - who might ask me what I was doing out here so late by myself.
The awful possibility that someone might try to hurt me or help me.
The awful possibility of being seen.
(I am in Eskew, episode 30: “The Boy Who Saw Cracks In The World”)
David wants to be known. He wants to be understood. But he’s afraid of it. He is afraid of how much Eskew knows him, about how connected they are. It’s one of the reasons the podcast ends the way it does.
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