#THE ANGST!!
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sheikfangirl · 4 months ago
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"This is more me. Don't you think, Hero?" 🔥
Shout-out to my ZHS buddy @chihuahuana!! She suggested Puppet Zelda in a Gloom Dess, inspired by THIS 👇 ...i had absolutely no other choice but to draw it 🤣🤷‍♀️
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She my Lady and Master. I love her okay! T_T
✋Glory to Puppet Zelda !
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primaphomet · 3 months ago
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Got really inspired by @sad-leon 's fic (linked below please go read) and I just HAD to draw a krangified! Leo
The design just goes so hard and the transformation of your brother being a constant reminder of the worst day of your life is such a cool concept!!!
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plush-rabbit · 10 months ago
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Adam Dating Headcanons
I love him sm and I hate that it's him!! Why couldn't be like Lucifer or something!!
Angel:
With his status as the “First Man”, Adam can get away with most things. In doing so, he has you with him at all times. Takes you everywhere like a pampered pet. If someone comments about you, he’s hyping you up. He’s telling everyone how you’re just so hot, and you give the best kisses, and how you tempt him constantly. You’re all that he can talk about. It’s him bragging about how great you are, and of course, you're great. He deserves all the finer things that angelhood has to offer. You’re an added bonus. Someone so cute and hot. 
He’s crass with everyone, and you are no exception to this. He’ll throw our swears, and phrases that are demeaning. He’ll use awful pet names that have your ears burning, and s scowl twisting at your lips. A part of you believes that he only continues to call you such things to see your reaction. His crude nature is public for all to see and bear witness to. He has no issue telling others the filthiest things that you two have done, and where you’ve done them. He only slows down when you swat at him, your face burning and hidden into his arm, pulling at the cloth for him to stop. His grin is sharp, and for the few times in his life, he takes pity, and he gives you mercy, letting the words come to a sudden halt, about how only he should be privy to just how perverse you can be. 
There are times where he’s just a jerk. Flat out mean, and cruel towards others and towards you.. It never lasts long, it’s more like it’s just second nature to him to know that he’s above everyone else, so he doesn’t have to play nice with others. He’ll snarl and when an angel clings to his robes with stars in their eyes about meeting him, all he can think about is how he has to be somewhere that isn’t there and they’re dirtying his robes. You’ve been on the receiving end a few times, and everytime you give him a certain look. He isn’t one to say sorry without being nudged into it, but he’ll lift his shoulders as if to hide himself, and he’ll mumble something close to an apology, and when you look away from him, he’ll hold your hand. He didn’t mean to snap at you- he thought you were someone else, and you know how it is. When you do take it personal, he still won’t tell you a proper apology, but he will wrap his arms around you and his mask will nudge itself along the crook of your neck, soft words spoken that won’t be heard for a long while.
It’s rumored around Heaven about the past wives of Adam- how they both fell for Lucifer, how they were Adam’s but they left him. He complains about it, grumbling under his breath about the fallen angel, about Lilith and Eve, and there’s this underlining of hurt in his voice. Everytime that you see him without his robe, he almost always has his side turned away from you, a hand curving just under his chest. And maybe because of the betrayal, he’s so attached to you. He wants you around him. He needs you around him. Far more than he would ever like to admit, he can’t- and he hates to even give it thought- he doesn't think he could stand another betrayal like that. So he’s attached to the hip with you. He’ll call you constantly, he’ll want to go everywhere with you. He just wants to be near you. 
While he may have his moments where he’ll whisper honeyed words to you, or give you bouquets of flowers, Adam expresses himself through touch. When the two of you go out, he’ll hold your hand, and if he can get away with it, he’ll tuck his hand over your bum. He’ll put his arm over your shoulders, letting his fingers graze over your chest, and keep you tucked underneath him. His wings are massive, soft to the touch and blinding in the sun, shimmering with gold and snowy white feathers, and while they can be heavy to hold them against his back, he’ll curve them around you, pulling you close to him when others cannot see. You’re protected underneath the gold, and he adores how you always reach out to touch them, to smooth at any stray feathers that bristle when he surrounds you. He needs to be touching you- he has to. In private, he’ll hold your hand and trace over yours with his claws. He’s never been so gentle with someone, he’s pulled apart sinners and covered himself in blood and gore, he’s vile and cruel, but he holds your hand so tenderly, and for a moment, he’s forgotten he’s Adam, First Man, and at that moment, he’s a man, holding an angel’s hand in his calloused claws.
Sinner:
Adam likes to joke that Extermination Day is the best thing to ever happen to you since it’s what allowed you to meet him. Plus, the added bonus is that now you’re protected and you won’t die. Probably. If you listen to what he says. But even then, he always makes sure to keep an eye out for you- hunting near your hiding spot, shooing away any of the other exterminators. It’s a win all around, really. At first, he’d have the two of you meet at the Heaven Embassy in Hell. However, it proved to be suspicious when other angels would question and even his own lies were starting to fall apart. He could always tell them he needed a break from all the singing and pure-hearted delight in Heaven, but he knows that he would have others follow him, peeking into something personal. So, he’s commissioned a new mask, and he’ll ditch his holy robes for something more Hell-esque to visit you.
You’re aware of his feelings towards demon folk, and walking hand-in-hand with him in the very place where he creates destruction, makes you feel like a traitor. You can tell that he's disgusted by everything- the gore and deaths, the rotten stench of meat coming from the Cannibal District. The rottenness of Hell has acid burning his tongue, but when you pull him towards a vendor on the street, he can hold his tongue. He gets to see you, and that’s enough for him. He holds no power in Hell. He could, and while he’s sure he could handle a few of the Hellborn and Sinners, you would be at risk. So any amount of disrespect has him biting his tongue and keeping you close to him. It’s infuriating to know he has to spend his time locked in your apartment, eating takeout- or on the lucky occasion your home cooked meals- and hiding away with you. He wants to show you off. He wants to be showed off. But, you sit beside him, and tap against his horns with an impish smile as you hold a forkful of food near his lips. 
He may never admit it, but he likes staying indoors with you. For those few hours, where you cook and you nap together, and you kiss him earnestly and with want, he can slip into the illusion that this is his norm. It’s vanilla- so much so that if it were any other time or place, he’d be sick. But, with you by his side, complimenting his mask, the tips of your claws curving over the horns and tracing the outline of his mask, he’ll take it. He’ll tease and snap at you, asking you to beg for him to remove his mask, telling you to ask nicely, and when you coo and press yourself against him, he’s grateful that the mask is still on. Not much can make the First Man flush, but when you act so sweetly, lips pulled into a smile with fangs on display, he thinks it’s one of the better sights that he’s seen in a long while. If he’s in a pleasing mood, he’ll rid himself of the oversized robe, and let his wings expand. He watches your expression- the awe and wonder that they hold, the gasps when you touch his feathers. He’ll stare and memorize the shape of your eyes, and the curve of your lips, as you familiarize yourself with his wings. In those few hours when he’s with you, it’s domestic, and it’s nice. 
When he visits Hell, he never stays for long. It’s visits that last for a few hours, but they never stretch into the night, and when it’s time for Sinners and alike to rise, he’s gone, not a single trace of him left behind. The dishes are put away, his part of the bed tucked in and flatten, it’s as if you dreamed a perverse dream where an angel took interest in a demon. You’ve asked him what excuses he gives to the others, never telling him that you wish he would stay for longer. He tells you that he’s told others he’s doing paperwork, or that he’s going to some orgy party and no one should bother him. When you laugh at that, he stares at you, eyes wide and heart- or whatever it is that he has- skipping a beat. You sleep in your bed, and he pulls you close to him, his eyes on the wall, as you make yourself comfortable on top of the Exterminator. He tells himself that he could miss a day- skip work and spend the day with you here, where the two of you could entangle yourselves with one another, but when brushes over your skin, and he hears the demons talk between the thinned walls of your apartment, he pulls away, and rests his lips over your temple. Leaving you behind in Hell never gets easier, and the more he erases that he existed in your home, the more he hopes that you’ll cry and miss him, and want him.
Unsurprisingly, he’s mean. Perhaps it’s his own personal feelings that he’s had with demon folk for the past number of  millenniums, and how in comparison to that, he’s only just met you, that he still has animosity towards demons. Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop with you. He can be cruel, referring to you as a Sinner, and sneering at you, and when you flinch, hurt evident in the way that you back away from him and pull your limbs close to yourself, that he groans. He hadn’t meant it. Not like that- at least not towards you. You have to understand, some demons, some of those sinners, well- and his explanations are always cut short when you scowl at him. He hadn’t meant to be mean to you, he promises. He’ll envelop you in his arms, and pout, asking you to not take it so personally. He’s tense, and he waits with bated breath, and he visibly relaxes when you wrap your arms around him. Adam had never thought himself to care about what a demon may think of him, but in those moments where you sit still and he’s unsure if you’d forgive him or not, his mind is racing. He can’t- It can’t even comprehend what it would feel like to be rejected by you. 
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touchbased · 2 months ago
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i have normal people brainrot and now i want a plot where muse a is the golden child in high school, and no one would suspect they’re hooking up with muse b, the outcast… or that there are serious feelings. fast forward to college and the roles are now reversed; muse b is well liked and popular, while muse a has to reckon with the fact that they not only hurt muse a, but also that they’re struggling to adjust to college
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saricess · 9 months ago
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me, wanting to write something wholesome:
also me: lol what if ahsoka killed vader on malachor
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riceball-galore · 3 months ago
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(shoulder touch prompt!) [ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 (𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓛𝒾𝓈𝓉) || 𝙰𝚜𝚔
All she could do was stare at the hollow before her, the deafening roar of its power could be felt deep in her soul. Blood was dripping down her body, a hand gripping the other as it trickled down on her skin and dripped to the floor. Orihime felt real terror running through her, what was she supposed to do?
Her powers weren't working, she was having such a hard time summoning her Shun Shun Rikka, no matter how hard she tried. She thought it, yelled it, touched the pins that held her hair back, anything she could think of summing them. But nothing, no a whisper, not a greet, not even a Tsubaki who would normally yell and force her to concentrate. She was rendered useless, a normal human girl who was at the mercy of a hollow. Please, I don't want to die here!
The hollow started moving towards her, the look of hunger on its face. Orihime felt frozen, her body unable to move as fear cruised through her veins. All she could do was plead, repeating it quickly and with a quiver to her voice. "Hinagiku, Lily, Baigon." A finger stayed on the pins as if hoping the contact would work. "I reject" The hollow got closer. "I reject" As steps backward quickened. But nothing. "I reject! I r-reject! I reject!" Soon she felt like she could feel the breath of the hollows scream, closing her eyes she prepared for the impact. Instead, felt a hand pull her back from her shoulders, a body moved forward and the clink of a sword, feeling the energy of the following push back. Her eyes opened and she saw him, the familiar Shinigami substitute protecting her. He stood between her and the beast now off in front of them, injured as it was losing. All Orihime could do was look up a the boy, tears overflowing in her eyes as she let a hand come to the injury once again.
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"K-Kurosaki-kun, you came." And she felt the instant relief of being safe again, her friend showing up at just the right time. She was safe, she would live, thanks to 𝒽𝒾𝓂.
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brighteststar707 · 1 year ago
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The mental image of Jumin opening up his best friend's favorite bottles of wine, knowing they will never share a drink together like they used to made me think of 'With You' from Ghost the musical, and I just had to drop this information into your inbox 😔
I know it's a romantic song BUT IT FITS, and I am NOT OKAY
Post SE Jumin has so much angst potential it's painful
Oooh I had never heard of this song before and when I tell you it BROKE my heart!!!
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This is it! It's SE Jumin in a nutshell. I'm thinking about those nights he spends with a glass of wine looking out over the city. They used to be his favourite part of his day, but now he mostly sits there out of habit. A few glasses deep, he reminisces about conversations he and Jihyun shared while sitting in the exact place he's sitting now. He hears his friend's voice, his good-natured laugh as they tease each other back and forth. It haunts him. He's still trying to decide if his perfect memory is a blessing or a curse. Would it hurt less if he could forget the sound? Or would it hurt all the more? As it is, he clings onto every memory, even when it wrecks him from the inside out.
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Also, this is a little bit before the SE, but it reminds me of Jumin doing everything he can to make sure the party happens during 707's route. Jihyun will show up, everything can still be explained, everything can still be reversed. Jihyun will give him the opportunity to forgive him. Jumin will, because he always does (except for that very last time). They will laugh about their misunderstandings and Jumin's trust will not have been unfounded. It is his last hope. He needs it. Without it, he is lost.
Not to mention that I think he has and always will associate the RFA parties with Jihyun. They might keep holding them after everything has settled in the SE, and it doesn't matter how many years have passed, Jumin will always be looking for that head of mint hair in the crowd. He will always have to step outside to compose himself when he remembers that it's never going to happen again.
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roseallisonparker · 2 years ago
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I am genuinely considering writing a blurb/one-shot inspired by I’m With You by Avril Lavigne because the angst paired with the soulmate trope would be insane, dunno who to write it about though (matt m. I’m looking at you-)
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I spot an idea-
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mafiamono · 1 year ago
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Im so ready for this messy, spicy show!!!
And slutty Force cause HAVE U SEEN HIM?!?! 🥹🔥🔥
Can't waiiiit!!!
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where-is-vivian · 2 years ago
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since i'm deep in my english lit exams, what about wolfstar au with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
Like Remus is a scientist who discovered how to split his soul in two, like Jekyll, and so he has a dark side deep inside of him despite his original kind nature (morally grey remus yay), and then Sirius who's just a random dude (Mr. Utterson, is that you?) decides to investigates on what's happening lately in the city, and why he has heard all kind of bad things about a mysterious Hyde.
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willowbirds · 1 year ago
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Grandpa in Sports Mode!!
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bebx · 2 months ago
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shamefulzombie · 1 month ago
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Not Perfect
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gemsandjunk · 2 months ago
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the two types of billford content
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noodles-and-tea · 3 months ago
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Twins in time au but they have slightly different reactions….
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