#THE WAY HIS THROAT LOOKS
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tinypink-macaron · 11 months ago
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One chance, just one chance please.
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casualavocados · 3 months ago
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…It's nice. You're so noisy. […] Actually, it'd be better if we died together. That way, neither of us would have to suffer the pain of losing the other, right? Shut up.
KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13
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andypantsx3 · 18 days ago
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todoroki shouto the only man 2d or otherwise who deserves a blowjob
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devils-reign · 4 months ago
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LOOK AT THEM ALL WITH THE PUPPPYYYY LOOK AT THEM OH MY GODDDD THIS IS GENUINELY THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN
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ln4-llingforu · 9 months ago
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Taking back every bad thing i ever said about this suit...
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aylinaliens · 1 year ago
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I'll teach you myself.
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melooooo17 · 3 months ago
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@openphrase123 your fanfic(s but i mainly made art of the mira and siffrin one because i cant remember words for the life of me for i do not speak french) IS???? ? SO GOOD. SO GOOD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH finally something to look forward to in the week fr
Mild spoilers for it ig!! But nothing too explicitly groundbreaking i dont think it'll kill your mom to look at these without having read the ff first
Don't mind the shit quality i??? I drew all these so fast theyre kinda shit and i have yet to fully acclamate isat to my artstyle so it's mid
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Teehee me when i make shitty rushed fanart to show my appreciation that i cannot put into words for my faovorite games and also authors
peep the rant in the tags
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thejasontoddarchives · 10 months ago
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Brothers in Blood will trick you into thinking it’s just a silly crack scenario brought to life and Jason just concocted this plan for shits and giggles. Then you get a single page like this:
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Nightwing (1996-) #121
that reveals he wanted/desperately needed shreds of acceptance even if it was coated in layers of resentment irritation and doubt after going through this:
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Batman (1940-) #650
And it had to be from someone who isn’t Bruce
#jason todd#dick grayson#dc#brothers in blood#look sometimes people need to find the least vulnerable way to be vulnerable and this was that#because the fact is he is vulnerable but the last time he revealed that without undercutting the moment with jokes and giggles#it turned out fabulously wrong for him#if he distracts Dick as much as possible so he'll never find out how much of a mess he is right now or what he actually wants#he can still get that confirmation that Dick cares about him without risking something happening that would be his second final straw#even the telegram where he finally sort of reveals what this was about by thanking Dick for still having his back he has to make it wacky#the ww3 comic that preludes this is even more fascinating#because I do think the cover art is ... impactful?#Jason's holding the Nightwing suit in one hand and the red hood helmet in the other and looking solemnly at his Robin suit glass case#granted it is the pill helmet but still. anyway#he’s doing this not long after Bruce slit his throat and prior to that told Alfred to keep the glass case as in the cave in uth#because meeting Jason again changed nothing and he might as well still be dead to him so that uber-tombstone stays#ofc Jason never heard that convo but it's clear he put the pieces together by himself now while looking at the case#and he’s stranded as to what he should do + silently devastated#because he knows now that he doesn’t matter (in the only way that does matter) to the one person who was the most important in his life#after his parents were gone#so then he decides to come to Dick with this because he really is the only other person who was in his life if only very briefly#anyway that was just my interpretation of that cover but how Jason is actually written in the story is just … off in many ways#but yea#this page and that ww3 cover did kinda solidify what his motivation was for the brothers in blood arc#it was good#if only the execution of everything else was better … The premise/foundation was there
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starry-bi-sky · 4 months ago
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love love love still born au, I want to be your parent but I can’t parent the way you need Vlad and Bruce, Danny is the broken mirror for Damian Bruce and Vlad the RESONANCE bitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyoubitesyou
ow ow owowowowOW IMMA BITE YOU BACK (affectionate) WATCH OUT. And aaaa i'm so glad you like the still born au!! Danny really is going thru it <\3 and you understood the dynamic I'm going for for Vlad and Danny perfectly raaaaah. And for Bruce too!! I'm not still not sure who discovers who first but the pure angst of Danny finding out first and due to his own poor self-esteem and negative experiences jumping to the conclusion that Bruce replaced him is extremely tempting. And even then, Bruce is so emotionally constipated that even his best efforts might just not be what someone like Danny -- who desperately wants to feel wanted -- needs.
and HHHHHh "he's a broken mirror for Damian, Bruce, and Vlad" YEAH. YEAH. Danyal's been a ghost since he was born and Talia told Bruce he was stillborn, that boy is haunting EVERYONE. He's bruce's unaware failure, Damian's 'could've been', and Vlad's mirror. This poor boy, someone needs to burrito him in a blanket and let him sob on their shoulder </33
the worst (best) dynamic imo here is danny and vlad's in the sense that they do earnestly want to be each other's family but their morals are diametrically opposed and so it cant work unless one of them changes. they're playing tug-o-war with the other's beliefs but can't seem to get the other to cross that line.
i am so mentally ill about these two in this au.
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allmyandroids · 4 months ago
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augh gawd...❤️‍🔥
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justanotherhh · 5 months ago
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me: dammit stolas you can't just walk away from someone who's struggling to connect with you, even if they're doing so through the poorly processed means of yelling insults, you've gotta give them time to work through it and not need to control everything
also me: [is aware that i also need to engineer situations to go perfectly and if someone started yelling at me i too would immediately get triggered and leave the situation and cry and if i had portal-making powers would yeet them to another continent, never mind just outside the door]
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casualavocados · 2 months ago
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Even though you are this short. You have a problem with that? [...] So what? You are taller than me. Big deal. You are so cute. ...I'm not finished yet.
KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13
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fuumiku · 3 days ago
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Who’s taking who too lightly now? Playfighting my beloved
Rabbit Marcille and stoat Chilchuck, yay for rabbitstoat au, for no reason for funsies! This is here that I reveal humanoid monsters are my top favorite thing to draw actually. I really like centaur Marcille x satyr Chilchuck so this is kinda in the same vein~ I was gonna do weasel Chil at first but then friendo said a stoat’s personality fits him more and I said yes chief I trust you w my life. Speaking of, my own Chil stoat-sphinx design is partially inspired by said friend’s here!
Chilchuck playfighting and trying to "teach her a lesson" bc she's not taking him seriously so he pounces on her and pins her down but she's just giggling and smiling and beaming and suddenly she’s bigger too she’s not just a ball of fluff all stretched and it all makes him feel a little something. Chil wanting to get back at her for her teasing but he can’t go too hard on the threatening bc he’ll want to pounce on her one way or another if he gets too caught up in it whooops 💞 Timeless marchil staple, put that man in situations
Smaller predator x bigger prey animal is very fun, thank you lucky-fy’s dunmeshi beastars au for making me think of them that way… It adds to it I think, that sort of "well even if I do want you you’re out of reach" bc like even if the predator does manage to kill it it’d have a hard time eating it all right away and idk idk…. It’s that "No. No she’s offlimits" he says at himself bc ‘it wouldn’t work out’ even if it feels right… The sort of going against nature in both that they wouldn’t want to kill each other and that the dynamic shouldn’t be going this way around, and that despite everything pointing to how they shouldn’t be able to work out they can still make their relationship into what they want it to be. -gestures- Metaphors. Well sorta gdbdga in this AU I just think about them frolicking in the fields on sunny days then having tension once in a blue moon and that’s it lmao. "I can’t return your feelings because I’d only hurt you in the long run" "🧍‍♀️bruh be for real". Chilchuck guilt & longing meanwhile Marcille is just chilling having the time of her life, either blissfully unaware or just waiting for him to get his head out of his ass
It’s like how Chilchuck is so tall for a half-foot, within half-foot circles he has no problem being seen as very much a man and a rather well-ofd handsome one at that, but as soon as it’s with other races the dynamic is completely changed and he’s kinda stripped of that aspect of himself in social dynamics. No weasel or mouse would belittle the graveness of a stoat as a predator but wolves and foxes and hawks may laugh at them yk what I mean. Sighh sigh sigh sigh. Them. He’s her rotten soldier, her sweet cheese, her good-time boy
Making their way in the dungeon like "you see this shit Chilchuck?"
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ardentpoop · 1 month ago
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you know wincestiel threesome would’ve fixed cas btw. the only thing that could’ve done it.
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leslieseveride · 8 months ago
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"thank god. you know you didn't have to take my hero suggestion so literally." 🥺💗
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dirtytransmasc · 9 days ago
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screaming and crying over Spider and Neteyam and Fable;
When I lifted his urn Divinity says, "Destiny can't be earned or returned" I feel when I question, my skin starts to burn Why does my skin start to burn? Capital loss Love was the law and religion was taught, I'm not bought Feel when we argue, our skin starts to rot Our skin starts to rot
So, share me your plan If I implore you, could I be your lamb? Understand I look for the truth in the back of your hand, and I Look into the open sky Stars blink like my brother's eyes Stars blink like my brother's eyes Stars blink like his eyes Like his eyes I dream of eternal life
Spider grieving the death of the baby brother he failed. he never pushed him away, he clung to him, he clung so hard, even if he did so quietly, because that was his first brother, his baby brother, in a way that Lo'ak was not (because first and younger are different. they matter the exact same, he could never have a favorite, but it's different in a way there are no words for). Neteyam could push and push and he'd still watch over him and love him and worry over him.
When I lifted his urn Divinity says, "Destiny can't be earned or returned"
Spider holding his baby brother one last time, even if he just sneaks into the mauri holding the dead, because he otherwise does not belong, scooping his head into his hands to kiss his forehead and whisper a goodbye and tell him he always loved him no matter what and that he's sorry. he's so sorry.
in that moment he realizes that their fate has come to end. they were always doomed. to be brothers. to fall apart. to never get a second chance. that no amount of goodness— because his baby brother was good. flawed. that's not even the right word, too harsh. he could call him flawed. no. no he was a child stumbling through life, a hard life, blindly. but he was good. always. always —could have given them a better fate.
I feel when I question, my skin starts to burn Why does my skin start to burn?
a flashback to Neteyam. maybe a memory in Eywa, when the soul of a boy who died too young with too many regrets and dreams and things to fix breaks through the idea of paradise, of peace and rest, of closure, and instead falls onto his brother.
the one he abandoned.
onto whispers— demon. he should be with his own kind. it is unbecoming of you. you need to be a warrior, Neteyam, not running of with him. he will only become his father. his blood bears his sins —that plagued him.
shame blisters his skin. it hurts. it aches. he turned his brother away over whispers? he hurt him over whispers? he put them both through so much pain over whispers?
it had always burned. the feeling was familiar. so familiar. every time he looked back to him and considered taking his hand or curling into his arms or falling into his lap, like old times, questioning why he had ever left this behind... it burned.
why did it burn? he used to think. and now he knows. shame. it was shame.
Capital loss Love was the law and religion was taught, I'm not bought
death. death and blood. death and blood and pain and...
words left unsaid.
clinging apologies.
pleading— take me back. come back to me. take me back. come back to me. take me back. come back to me. take me back. come back to me. take me back. come back to me. please I'm begging you —words wanting to spill out at freely as the blood on the rocks
none of it was worth it.
love should have always come before hate.
hate was taught.
they only fell apart when they were old enough to understand what hate was.
when Neteyam was old enough to understand he should— according to his mother and his people and his clan and all the weight on his shoulders —hate his brother.
when Spider was old enough to realize no one but his brothers- brother and sisters liked him. liked him enough to fight for him. in their childish ways.
none of it should have been.
had there been love, maybe Neteyam would still be living and breathing. maybe it would have changed their fate.
Feel when we argue, our skin starts to rot Our skin starts to rot
another flash. the final fall out. a blow up.
desperate pleading once more.
Neteyam begging his brother to leave him alone, because he cannot keep pushing. it is breaking him. but he can't— he is not allowed to have him.
Spider finally breaking under the weight. he cannot keep doing this.
but as they walk away, nausea eats them away.
Neteyam will cling to each second he can pretend things were as they used to be.
Spider will watch silently.
they are dying.
long before their deaths; the death of a body, the death of a heart and mind.
they are dying.
they are rotting.
fading away
So, share me your plan If I implore you, could I be your lamb? Understand
Spider seeking out the Great Mother. offering himself a sacrifice. forever the lamb.
he did it long before now. before Neteyam was gone. when the war came. when the war parties went out. when Neteyam joined them. when he came back bloodied and bruised.
What is your plan? do you see blood? will take my blood instead of his? I will bare my neck, just leave my brother unharmed. please I beg. I beg.
he asked again when he was taken.
take mine, not his.
because Neteyam might have been a warrior, but he was also his baby brother, and he would always bleed first. he would bleed the blood that tore them apart to begin with.
and now he asks again, still trying to scrape his brother's blood from his nails.
why couldn't you do this one thing for me? why couldn't you let him live? why couldn't you take this hated blood? why could I be your lamb?
I look for the truth in the back of your hand, and I look into the open sky
Spider holding his baby brother's hand. again and again and again. growjng older, larger, wider, tougher each time.
holding it one last time.
tracing where stars should be.
they aren't there.
neither are the answers.
he looks up.
Stars blink like my brother's eyes
he wishes his brother would just open his eyes. that he would see that childish brightness—
hope and love and light and blissful naivety. unknowing of hate
—once more. just one last time.
the stars hold that light.
Stars blink like my brother's eyes
tears prick his eyes once more.
there are more stars in the sky than there ever were on his skin.
more light than there was in a lifetime of watching his eyes.
they had gone so cold and tired so fast, just like his shoulders.
Stars blink like his eyes
he stares up at the stars and cries.
Like his eyes
he wants his baby brother back.
he just wants him back.
he'd give anything.
I dream of eternal life
Spider prays for his brother's peace in Eywa.
Neteyam plays in the creek with his brother, a wide smile on his face.
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