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herigo · 8 months ago
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communist-hatsunemiku · 3 months ago
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nial_am
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manchesterau · 2 months ago
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whatever 😭
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patikareli · 11 months ago
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Fotoğrafın tatlığına bakın 🤎
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josy-art · 1 year ago
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i had to repost this cause i noticed something wrong i hope you don't mind btw Sol it's really cute💗💗🥹🌸(IN A WAY THAT ONLY AN INCUSPICIOUS 190 CM GUY CAN BE) my little (?) meowmeow 2.0
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dgiterart · 21 days ago
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💜《Mature Cuteness》💜Citlali
Out worldly Teyvat collection pt.3
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luuptheluup · 3 months ago
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ᗪᖇ.ᔕTOᑎE ᖴᗩᑎᔕ, ᗯᕼEᖇE ᗯE ᗩT ?? 🧪🤞✨️
(Speedpaint on YT)
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shinymoonbraixen · 3 months ago
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MHA as animals
NOT BY ME!!! I forgot name, prob a watermark or smth.
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Oh, and for my Demon Slayer fans (I don't watch the show just know) I found Tanjiro (or smth. I'm sorry if I spelled wrong!!! 😭)
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And I also found another with some other characters too
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zeke-fanfucs · 3 days ago
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Title: “To Burn for You”
Pairing: Albus York × Faithful
Vibes: Dark Romance, Obsession, Jealousy, Possession, Passion, Protective Angst
The man shouldn’t have touched her.
He shouldn’t have looked at her the way he did—like she was something pretty to be toyed with, flirted with, desired in a way that wasn’t earned.
Albus could feel it in his bones—the cold, poisonous rage that started at his fingertips and bloomed like wildfire in his chest. His vision was red-tinged, fingers twitching for the blade hidden inside his coat. He hadn’t touched a drop of liquor in hours, but this was the closest he’d come to drunk—drunk on fury, on the unbearable image of some smug bastard’s hand brushing too close to his Faithful’s arm.
She didn’t even flinch when she spotted him across the room, stalking forward with the calm of a loaded gun. Her eyes met his—warm, knowing—and she gently stepped away from the man mid-conversation, murmuring a polite excuse before intercepting Albus like a shield of fire and silk.
He didn’t stop walking until she was right in front of him.
“Albus,” she said, voice low. “Don’t.”
His jaw clenched. “He touched you.”
“He complimented my hair,” she countered calmly, placing her hand against his chest. “Not a crime.”
“I’ll make it one,” Albus growled, his eyes still pinned on the poor soul behind her. “I swear, Faith—he doesn’t get to look at you like that. Like you’re his.”
She rose on her toes, gently forcing his focus back to her.
“You’d kill for me?” she asked, soft but dangerous.
“In a heartbeat,” he snapped, no hesitation. “I’d burn this world down and salt the ashes if it meant you’d never have to look at another man again.”
Her fingers slid up his collar, threading into the curls at the base of his neck.
“And if I told you I don’t need a corpse to feel protected?”
“Too bad,” Albus said, voice rough as gravel. “You already got a monster wrapped around your finger, sweetheart. I stopped pretending I wasn’t yours a long time ago.”
A slow smile curved her lips. “Then be mine, Albus. Just mine. No blood. No blades. Just us.”
He let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead to hers, fingers trembling where they cupped her waist. “You’re it, Faith. The only damn thing in this shit life I can’t lose.”
“You won’t,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his. “So long as you remember who you are when you’re with me—not a weapon. Just Albus.”
The kiss that followed wasn’t sweet—it was claiming. All teeth and heat and the edge of desperation. His hands curled around her hips like anchors, grounding himself before the fire inside him consumed everything.
And when they finally parted, chest to chest, breath shared between them like a prayer, he rasped—
“Tell me again.”
She smiled. “You’re mine.”
He smirked, dark and fond. “Damn right I am.”
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mooshie-blue · 8 months ago
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God he’s so CUTTEEEEE
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herigo · 1 year ago
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bronzeys · 8 months ago
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I am not doing this today xxx
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teddybeartoji · 5 months ago
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BABYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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errakiari · 8 months ago
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ • 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢
⁻ᴱʳʳᵃ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵒᶜ
⁻ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵖˢᵗⁱᶜᵏ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉⁿᵍᵉ?
⁻ⁱ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵐ
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"Why do you have so many lipsticks?" Loki asks, looking at the lipsticks neatly arranged on Erra's makeup table. "My friends gave them to me. I don’t know why, but they’re still brand new, so…" Erra tries to avoid eye contact with the French prodigy. "So you just accepted them?" "Yeah…" She offers a small, awkward chuckle as she meets his golden honey eyes. "Toi, fille idiote," the French boy says, shaking his head at her.
"Hey! I’m offended."
"…You know French?"
She smirks teasingly. "Some bird taught me."
"Oh." Loki instantly realizes which bird she’s talking about. His eyes soften, and his lips curve into a smile, then a chuckle.
Erra picks the first lipstick she sees. "But anyway… you’ll just stay still," she says, applying the lipstick to her lips. Loki, who is right beside her, looks quite confused and curious until… 'chu~' he snaps back to reality and finds a lipstick mark on his right cheek. His face is burning hot; the color of red is barely visible on his dark skin. He’s flustered, very flustered, but remains silent for a few minutes.
"The shade of this lipstick looks nice, right?" she asks, inspecting the lipstick’s color before turning her head back to the flustered French boy. Erra laughs at his reaction. "It’s just a kiss on the cheek, and there’s more to go," she grins as she glances between him and the untouched lipsticks on the table. "Wait, wait, wait, there’s more?"
The French boy’s face is now covered with lipstick marks of different shades. He feels dizzy and weird, aside from being flustered. Erra giggles at the sight of the poor, flustered boy’s face, the lipstick marks smudged on his lips, which are now mirrored on Erra’s plumped lips. She grins once again. "You like it, don’t you?"
"S'il vous plaît, restez silencieux un instant…" he mumbles, tilting his head down. Erra wraps her arms around the French boy and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Jamais <3"
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Translate :
"Toi, fille idiote" -> "You, silly girl"
"S'il vous plaît, restez silencieux un instant…" -> "Please be quiet for a moment…"
"Jamais" -> "Never"
(Idrk french so if this doesnt give the same meaning, im very VERY TRULY sorry :"D [especially for someone who knows french])
Its my first time writing so ye. +so sorry if this doesnt make sense
I write this for fun alr😭
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artbytesslyn · 6 months ago
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happy birthday!!
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Wowowow what a cute Frankie thank you!! I am terrified that it can talk 😊
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cuppatealover · 5 months ago
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angels have pink hair
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