#almost forgor to post this today
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didderd · 1 year ago
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he kiss you this time :>
(this was inspired by the tags in this reblog from @robobbin :3)
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charbies · 2 months ago
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linktober day 8 - tunic
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abyssal-gaze · 2 years ago
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asherenjoysbeingtransparent · 7 months ago
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DAY SEVEN: “Favorite boy or favorite girl”
“What Sort of Ending Are You Wishing For? / Hoshizora Orchestra” — Rui Kamishiro
( @sekaitransparents )
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ghoooooooooooooooost · 11 months ago
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can someone remarry this man
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iced-souls · 1 month ago
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Artfright halloweener’s!!
They brewin a stewin in the witchin of hours
Who doesn’t love dressing up as a witch whilst on a side quest to find some witches?
| COMMISSIONS |
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apatheticapparition223 · 5 months ago
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Daily Doodles Day 2!
I need yo hop back on the Lethal League grind
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andorshitdaily · 6 months ago
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ROUND FOURTEEN RESULTS!!
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Congrats on making it into the yearbook! Final results below the cut (in order by percentage)
Timm Karlo - 33.3
Syril Karn - 14.2
Nurchi - 12.0
Leida Mothma - 9.8
Eedy Karn - 9.3
Perrin Fertha - 6.6
Arvel Skeen - 5.5
Blevin - 2.7
Xanwan - 2.7
Vetch - 2.7
Felzonis - 1.1
Davo Sculdun - 0.0
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sae-mian · 9 months ago
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[ever in death's shadow]
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crimson-catalyst · 7 months ago
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KITTY!!!!!!!
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rox-of-iu · 1 year ago
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olde today
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castielsprostate · 1 year ago
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day 49 of asking misha to put his hands around my neck and choke me lightly
day 1 of asking misha to put his hands around my neck and choke me lightly
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r0t-t1ngxeyy · 4 months ago
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Tw: Loli/shotacon, proship, Levi x Luke, Dark romance/abuse/kidnapping, NSFW!!! and
the Lollipop joke..
Im not letting anyone in this fandom forget those two obey me fanfics on ao3 from like 2?? Years ago. Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers them?? It was such a big thing for the fandom, Im so glad I read them before they got deleted because the memory is soo FUNNY HELP ?? I need opinions on these two fics, if anyone actually remembers them:(
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Dia x Luci : The Red Means I love you
ABSOLUTELY TRAUMATIZING SHIT BRO WHAT IN THE DARK ROMANCE?? wouldn't even call that romance it was such a hard read. Stumbling across videos of it made on tiktok was probably the worst event that I experienced 👽 ON MY MOTHER THE SCENES WERE SO UNNECESSARY (but the adrenaline rush was pretty good ngl)
I read through that with my heart dropping with each new chapter bro?? I couldn't even read through the entire story. I'm pretty sure it's deleted now cus I've been searching for it to make a whole OM fandom lore post but heyy
To sum it up for the people who were fortunate enough to not read it;
Diavolo kidnaps Lucifer, and keeps him in some cage/almost prison cell area. I think he's chained up to the ceiling, I'm not so sure. It starts off with Dia being nice I think, trying to gain Lucifers trust and eventually have him submit but that shit doesn't work and all of hell releases. Lucifer endures some physical and sexual abuse and attempts to escape. But before he successfully escapes,he bumps into Barbatos who offers to help him
He does not help him. Infact, he locks him back up and informs Diavolo.
What the fuck
The most notable things I believe Dia did was clip lucifer's wings?? And pulled out his teeth (i think Barbatos actually did that I'm not so sure). But I can't really explain how gruesome and detailed the writing was. What's worse is that it also included how the brothers were reacting to Lucifer just disappearing. Very interesting fic, story wise it was fine and well written. It's just the plot in general was what the actual fuck??
LEVI X LUKE : i forgor the title and I'm very relieved that I did
VERY UNCOMFORTABLE READ BTW!! i hated summing this up so much
An absolute wreck, these fanfics were so well written I can't even hate the authors for what they did (the Dia x Luci one didn't deserve any hate imo, but this one?? Holy fucking shit??) This fic was so out of pocket, it ruined the way I saw Levi for a good while.
P.s!! Not the same author!!
WHAT I RECALL!!! aka summary?? Kinda...
So I think Simeon called Levi to look after Luke? Which is really fucking weird because Luke is an angel, sure he's depicted as a kid but if Micheal chose him to follow Simeon down to the Devildom for the exchange program then I'm pretty damn sure he can at least take care of himself without adult Supervision, but whatever. Nice plot, I hate it
Levi was totally against the babysitting thing and actually disliked having to look after Luke
Until
At some point, Luke wants to take a bath and Levi's like suree okay.
THEN ACCOMPANIES HIM TO GIVE HIM THE SAID BATH??? Obviously that's where this all downplays from what could've potentially been a found family fic to some proship shotacon fic. Levi gives him the bath and Luke gets
turned on... (I hate typing this out so much)
So, Levi gives him head. I fucking hate this with burning passion :(((
His mouth 'pops' when he stops which reminds him of a Lollipop!! And I quote this from memory:
Kinda like a Lollipop. Heh.. Loli.
I hate this fanfic so much, I don't claim it in this fandom,its a fic not a fanfic👽👽👽
And yeah, the rest of the story went on with Levi doing that bullshit!!! I don't think I read through the entire thing because curious kills the cat. I just saw some tiktok post about it and decided hey!! Im gonna look for it and read it.
I would've been fine without reading this fic, ever, i would've turned out the same as I am today LMAOO
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lampmanliveblogs · 4 months ago
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Yesterday’s Lie, Today’s Truth, Tomorrow’s Promise
Chapter 3: Understanding Clara (who's she?)
(Note: the story includes intermissions between chapters. Thus, chapter 3 is listed as chapter six on AO3)
((Some may wonder why I didn’t make a post like this for chapter 2 or any of the intermissions. I forgor skull emoji))
Rating: Teen
Language: English
Status: Ongoing
Chapters (including intermissions): 6/? (≈12)
Current Total Word Count: 41 324
Warnings: Canon-typical violence. May change with future chapters.
Relationships: Masha/Vee, Masha & Vee, Vee & Cabin 7, Vee & Camila (mentioned), Vee & Luz (mentioned)
Relevant characters: Vee, Masha, Cabin 7, Jacob Hopkins, Blonde Cheerleader (aka Clara), original characters
Additional Tags: Confessions, Romance, Love, Friends to Lovers, Mystery
Story Summary After Luz, Camila, and the others follows Belos back to the Demon Realm, Vee is walking back home when she is accosted by Jacob. She is saved by her old friends from summer camp, and it is then that she makes the decision: She is going to tell them the truth of who she is. At the same time, a series of strange burglaries are puzzling the police. Something is happening in Gravesfield… and with everyone else gone, it’s up to Vee to figure out what. Easier said than done when she also has to deal with having fallen in love with her best friend. This story has it all; action, suspense, monsters, explosions, and romance!
Chapter 3 Summary In which Masha has an essentially normal day; schoolwork, gossiping with friends, and worrying about their crush. Meanwhile, Vee stalks a girl.
Chapter 3 Excerpt (below the Keep Reading)
Morning came too soon, its arrival announced by the blaring ringing of an alarm clock. Masha’s eyes snapped open and they tried to sit up and silence the horrible noisemaker’s cacophony. However, they found themselves unable to move much at all. There was a moment of panic, though it faded away quickly as they realized the predicament they were in.
In their morning grogginess, they had somehow forgotten that they were not alone in the bed. Now, that bed was not meant for two people, so it was bound to be cramped, but Vee had had maybe taken things a step too far.
Facing each other, Vee’s arms were tightly locked around Masha’s body and her tail tangled in their legs. Their back was against the wall while Vee’s was out towards the room, almost like she was shielding them. Her face was nuzzled against Masha’s shoulder and she was beginning to slowly stir, groaning as the alarm’s incessant yowls invaded her dreams.
”Foul screaming demon,” she muttered.
”No, that’s just the alarm,” Masha said.
This got Vee’s attention. She opened her eyes, sky blue and sunshine yellow meeting Masha’s earthy brown.
”Good morning,” Masha said, a smile playing on their lips as they watched Vee’s face turn a deeper color. Goddess, she was so cute.
”Uh…” Vee quickly let go of Masha and did her best to untangle her tail from their legs. Finally able to move properly, Masha sat up and turned off the infernal alarm.
”S-sorry about that,” Vee mumbled, avoiding eye contact. ”I, um… constrictor instinct?”
Masha narrowed their eyes.
”I’m beginning to think you’re making that up”
”Maybe~” Vee said with a sly smile.
There was a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing, instantly dispelling the awkward tension between them.
Their mood shifted from jovial to sheer panic when their laughing fit was interrupted by a knock on the door.
”Masha, Luz?” sounded a voice through the door; it was mom. ”You two awake?” she asked, as if she hadn’t heard them laughing.
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djs-sideblog-for-pog-trains · 4 months ago
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Friends (that we made up for along the way) Chapter 9
Part 1 | ��Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | ?
heyyy. so i totally forgor i never posted everything i wrote of this? which is kind of wack? so. i had 2 more chapters in my pocket, ch10 feeling like an ending of sorts, but yeah. the last chapter? gordo has a breakdown. this chapter? eddie and duck gossip. and duck does smth nice.
@mean-scarlet-deceiver tagging u as thanks 4 the encouragement <3 and i cant rly remember who was super into being tagged for this fic
Characters:  this chapter: Gordon (mentioned), Edward, Duck
Relationships: platonic gordon&edward a major focus, some possible allusions to 2x3, this chapter features edward&duck
Genre: Human AU, hurt/comfort
Chapter’s Wordcount: roughly 1800 words [under the cut]
Chapter Warnings: Food/eating food.
Chapter 9/10?
The next day, Gordon was back up and at work without a single word spared to the night before, despite how Edward tried to bring it up.
The new routine Edward had been enjoying recently, now that he didn’t exactly have (or despite his arguments, need) constant care, was that almost everyone had been dropping in on their breaks to check on him. It left Edward with a steady stream of visitors throughout the day until Gordon got home for the night.
Which was good, especially today, because it was going to give him something else to think about instead of sitting there, stewing over the night before like it would make a difference.
Thankfully, his train of thought was derailed by a cheery knock at the open front door.
“Hullo, Edward!”
Ah, yes, Tuesday, 10:30am. That meant it was time for Duck’s weekly visit.
“Hello, Duck,” he called warmly from where he was in the kitchen. “I was about to make tea!”
“Oh, lovely,” Duck smiled,  pausing the doorway to take off his cap, a caketin tucked under one arm. “I’m parched.”
Edward laughed at him, and with Duck’s help set some of the nicer china out on the table for the two of them. Duck had revealed tin full of lemon cupcakes that he claimed Oliver barely had to help make (though Edward could tell their cooking apart fairly well by this point, and these had definitely had a very strong guiding hand from Oliver to not be bad).
“So,” Edward settled back in his chair as Duck poured the tea for them. “How’s working on the mainline again been treating you?”
“Well, it’s certainly been a while,” Duck rolled his eyes. “But it hasn’t changed. Same old fusspots bossing you around. Same old frantic, ever-shifting timetabling. It’s a wonder you don’t all fall over all the time.”
“I imagine it’s harder without… a couple of regulars,” Edward picked his words carefully as he accepted the cup and saucer Duck passed over. He took it from his friend just in time, as Duck seemed to flinch at the comment, before covering it up with a quick smile.
“Yeah,” he just said instead. “But we’re managing. Even if they all seem to want to run around like headless chickens instead of, y’know, working.”
Edward smiled, and sipped his tea, nodding his thanks as Duck took out one of the cupcakes and placed in on the little plate in front of him too.
“Tell me,” he finally said as Duck settled back with his own cup of tea. “How’s Gordon doing?”
“Gordon?” Duck echoed, pausing to muse over his teacup. “He… seems alright. A little quiet, I suppose. Looks tired, but he always seems to, nowadays. Why?”
“No reason,” Edward lied through his teeth.
“Eddie.”
Edward had chosen the wrong time to go for a drink. He choked on his tea, quickly setting it down as he cleared his throat, before shooting a look at Duck.
For most people, it got serious when the full names came out. For Edward, it always seemed to be the other way around. Though not many dared to pull the nicknames out on him; Duck was always that bolder sort of friend.
Duck shot him a look over the rip of his teacup in return, one that made Edward smile but also made him sigh tiredly, and his hands moved, needing to fiddle. He started to peel the paper off the cupcake on his plate as he formulated what he was going to say.
Duck watched him, sipped his tea, and waited.
“I’m afraid to say something,” Edward finally started, “because I know Gordon holds his… shall we say, image very dear, and you are most certainly prone to gossip.”
This time, it was Duck’s turn to look abashed.
Edward picked at the cupcake, watching it crumble between his fingers, before seeming to jolt back to himself.
“Sorry,” he shot Duck a hasty smile. “I… I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’ll say,” Duck set down his teacup. “You only go straight for character assassinations when it’s serious.”
And Edward snorted at that, but shook his head. “Can I trust you to keep a secret, Duck?”
Duck swallowed hard. “…I, uh… yes?”
“Oh, how you fill me with confidence,” Edward said lightly, before shaking his head and popping one of the larger chunks of the cupcake he’d incidentally torn off into his mouth, taking a moment to enjoy it before centring himself again. “I’m just… worried.”
“About Henry?”
“Of course. But also… well, about everyone, in that regard, but… in specific about Gordon.”
“Right.”
“Last night I saw the strongest emotional reaction I think I’ve ever seen out of him in years, maybe ever? And he refuses to talk about it.”
“How strong are we talking?”
Edward picked up his teacup again, rolling it carefully between his hands, debating whether he even cross this bridge at all.
One look at Duck’s earnest and serious expression was enough to sell him on it.
“He cried,” he said softly. “I think the stress of everything caught up with him, of the extra work and my accident, and Henry’s accident, and…”
Edward let out a sigh, trying to let the ever-present tension between his shoulders go with the release of breath.
“He cried,” Duck echoed. His eyes were wide.
“…And you know how Gordon is,” Edward reminded him sharply. “So, Duck, please-”
“I won’t tell,” Duck cut him off. “That’s a Great Western promise. I wouldn’t actually… Oh smokeboxes, that is a lot, isn’t it?”
“I’m afraid he might be hurting himself,” Edward said. The one thing about talking with Duck was he always felt he could speak freely, even if it might get repeated, though Duck was usually a fairly good judge of what should and should not be passed on. “…Taking on too much work, not getting enough sleep, not eating, constantly trying to take over from others. I think it must be because he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt, but…”
Duck’s eyes went unfocussed, like he was quickly thinking back to the last few weeks.
“I’m afraid you might be right,” he agreed, his eyebrows furrowing. “That explains a lot. He’s been fairly short-tempered, too. I just assumed it was him being his usual cheery self, but… Hm.”
“Hm,” Edward echoed.
“I’ll keep a closer eye on him, then,” Duck nodded resolutely, before tapping the side of his nose. “Not a peep from me, though.”
“I appreciate that,” Edward said with a smile, and he took a moment to take another drink of tea. “I must admit it, I’m struck with particularly strong bouts of… well, I have no better word than helplessness at the moment. I can only heal as fast as my body can, but I just want to get back out there and be useful. At least you all can bury your worries in your work. All Ican do is sit here.”
“…Sounds excruciating.”
“Oh, it is,” Edward laughed, and with that sombre comment, it struck Duck just how much older Edward looked now from the first time he’d met him. “It is.”
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Upon returning to work later that day, Duck was crossing the platform with his head down, caketin tucked under his arm once more, mulling over the conversation he’d just had.
He was mulling over it so hard that he didn’t notice his direct collision course with the subject of his mulling. That is, in layman’s terms, he ended up bumping right into Gordon.
In Gordon’s defence, he looked pretty preoccupied as well, and now Duck had half-a-reason of knowing what with. Duck steadied himself on Gordon’s arm without thinking, shouting a little as his hat fell off his head.
“Oh!” Gordon exclaimed. “Apologies, didn’t see you down there.”
Duck would have normally taken that as a mild sort of insult. This time, he took a breath and let it slide off his feathers.
“Quite alright,” he said, as Gordon stooped to fetch his hat for him. “Can’t say I was looking where I was going either.”
Gordon handed it back to him, and Duck firmly reintroduced his cap to his head. Gordon then politely nodded at him and moved to step around him, and Duck was struck with the full-body urge to say something.
But what? He didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag, especially so soon.
“Hey,” he said instead. “Tell you what, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.”
Gordon paused, and shot him a very funny look.
“I, uh,” Duck fumbled. “I have, uh, these. Oliver helped me make ‘em, I made them for Edward for our morning tea today and he insisted I take some home.”
“Sounds like Edward,” Gordon’s lips tweaked up into the ghost of a smile. “How is he?”
“Well enough, all things considered,” Duck said, bobbing his head as he quickly cracked open the caketin again and offered its treasures to the big man before him. “Go on.”
Gordon looked down at the tin, before glancing up at him.
“Are you…?”
“I’m sure. And they do actually taste alright, I promise.”
Gordon almost smiled again, before hesitantly taking one.
“Um, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Duck smiled, putting the lid back on and tucking the thing under his arm again. He graciously didn’t mention he could hear the rumble of Gordon’s stomach from here. “And, um, thank you.”
“…You’re welcome?” Gordon looked confused, cradling the cupcake in his hands like he was half-expecting someone to take it away from him.
“You’ve been doing some of my jobs for me, while I’ve been, uh, preoccupied,” Duck scratched the back of his head and laughed as best he could. “Thanks. But I think I’m well enough to be back on my game. I’ve got it from here. But thank you.”
“…Okay,” Gordon said. “You’re welcome, then. And… um, yes. Okay.”
Duck gave him a salute and a grin that he hoped didn’t look as forced as it felt. “Well,” he said as brightly as he could manage. “I got a train in a few minutes. I better go make sure everything’s, uh,  in order.”
“Of course,” Gordon replied, his eyes drifting to the baked good he’d been gifted. “Safe travels.”
“You too,” Duck nodded back. “Enjoy.”
And before this interaction could possibly get more awkward, Duck promptly turned on his heel and booked it as fast as social conventions allowed, only looking back from the safety of his own engine cab.
Gordon glanced around the platform, and seeing that no one was really watching him, peeled back the paper cup and taken a bite. And it was satisfying to see a ripple of poorly-hidden delight cross his face, before Gordon turned to walk back to his own train, and Duck couldn’t see him anymore.
Baby steps it was, then. He could do that.
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doughnut-anon · 3 months ago
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Day 1 of YGOrarepairweek2024 : Utopiashipping (day late ;-;)
Secret Relationship: A bit hard to keep things under wraps considering one of them almost kinda.... destroyed reality
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Oh god I haven't drawn my boys for so long ;-; And I forgor to post this yesterday so a late one today for @ygorarepairweek, will post the 2nd day one later
-Don’t repost my art n shit-
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