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look at my poggers collarbone tattoo
#its fake LAMWKQOWJQJ#i just used eyeliner and a whole lot of makeup remover#id actually want to get it someday tho it looks sick#i want tattoos so fucking bad but idk if i can commit#i want tattoos on my back on my collarbones and smthn small right above my knees#maybe something on my neck too#but aughtughwhehuehrhhgxhwgd#lower waist maybe???? that would b cool#what about my right ass cheek that would b funny#hb something smack dab in the middle of my forehead AHSHQHQH#hoes in da closet
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You could probably guess from the amount of Dr. Loboto art I reblogged earlier but I like psychonauts, so naturally I made an oc. Idk a lotta details about her yet, but she’s part of the thorney towers asylum group and has severe anxiety which makes it difficult for her to leave her mattress fort without being wrapped in a giant comforter. And yes I am going to selfship through her because what else would you expect from me at this point
#psychonauts#psychonauts oc#idk what other tags to use honestly#also I’m totally not projecting by giving her anxiety hahaha#nervously dabs a wet towel on my forehead#if you see a mad scientist today remember to compliment their lab coat and unethical experiments ok bye#my art
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AF Attacks!! 4+5 Lyonel for staarcaake Sierra for blank_0ut
#my art#artists on tumblr#art#af2024#af 2024#artfight2024#artfight 2024#did u kno u can just. post multiple arts in one if u dont crop willynilly.#dabs forehead with handkerchief whoag i got. sad. so im glad i was able to finish these two up!!!#hopefully i can get a few more attacks in before artfight ends!!!
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if hal did somehow brain hack dirk, i dont think theyre escaping the uh. any and all of their weirdly charged relationship allegations.
#d talks#and she pilots you around like a mech you say? shakily dabs at forehead with my ornate hankerchief
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i want to draw something good. maybe i will when im not in hell anymore
#Im glad being in pain all of last year really made me learn the art of making low effort drawings and just letting it be#i definitely don't feel like every one in the world is going to scrutinize my every drawing that i didn't put my absolute every effort into#* dabs sweat from my forehead#could my wonderous world and vision ever be matched by my output? Sighs but acts nonchalant about it as i always do
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"Sugar, I can't feel you"
W H A T
T H E
F U C K
#1x05#*carefully dabbing my forehead with a cloth* well mistah. t'seems like ah want to end mah very own life after this one#quite the predicament if ah do say so mahself#but reallt#what even was this episode#what#how did they do that#how was that so good and crushing at the same time#x men#x men 97
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jsyk i love all the comments about Gale you leave in tags and those posts you made where you talk about him xD
aw shucks... well jsyk that's very kind of you to say and i thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. 🫂 i'm glad that my madness is enjoyable for at least one person even if the reminder that i'm not actually talking to myself in a padded room did give me a jumpscare 💜
#getting a good grade in liking that wizard a normal amount and expressing it in normal ways . smiles derangedly. oh boy 😁👍#presenting my forehead to you all so that you may place a gold sticker smack dab in the center of it . Btw
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My seasonal allergies need to chill the fuck out, I dont think hives are an additional reaction necessary to have over some fucking plant jizz!!!
#usually i get the usual stuffy nose itchy eyes#but now i got hives smack dab in the middle of my big ass forehead lately its dumb as hell#woke up with a lil throat irritation/swelling too like wtf#it wasmt like severe enough to get worried i just sounded like i smoked an entire pack of ciggies in like 15 minutes lol
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Melon... sweetest... no.... save ur mental health from kpop idol training...
Also as for groups... It's hard to not hyperfixate on SKZ but I do listen often to G-Idle, Mamamoo, Chungha, Sunmi... Purple Kiss... Skz is actually a girl group/j Changbin's the hidden girl group member fr
Also I also used to have the same haircut as that hyunjin LMAO I GOT CALLED DORA 😔
-lost children anon
nononononononononono i aint going to fly all the way to korea and start my kpop trainee life where tf am i going to get an income and housing and food and the ability to exist
IM JUST SAYING MAN. MY MENTAL heALTH IS ALREADY KINDA THROTTLED. SO. YEAh. ITD BE DAMAGING. BUT WOULD IT REALLY MAKE A D I F F E R E N C E
( OMG YES I LOOOVE G-IDLE AND mAMAMOO!! i listen to a wee bit of everglow too... honestly i dont listen to that many girl groups in the first place but thats fine since changbin IS. LIT ERALLY. A GIRL KPOP IDOL. iSTG. ALL THE CHALENGES> HES BUSY FROLICKING WITH PRETTY WOMEN AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. HE LOOKS SO ALIVE LMAOOO )
yk when i first cut my hair short my brother called me dora and then took a step back was like. hmm. nahh. you kinda look like rukia from bleach. WHICH IS A VERY FUCKING BIG COMPLIMENT BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THE WOMAN. SHES SO MMM M MM. MM.
( ngl the anime itself.. is a lil... BUT THE FANART VERSION HOLY HOLY HOLY SHES OS DAMN PRETTY FJSDOFJLDSJGS )
#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles!#★ ˎˊ˗ inbox.#★ ˎˊ˗ lost children anon!!#rukia... mmm.. rukia...#i do literaly have her hair#its just that one singular bang in the smack dab of her forehead i do not have#i mean if i put my hair there. id have it yeah#but id look so goofy#and yk not getting ridiculed is one of my life goals so teehee no
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thinkung so much about benr y it’s makingme scared and a little nauseous
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#she’s basically an oc now i’m so deranged but like. i can’t deoncelerize her it would be like cutting off a trees roots……. cruel !!#+ i drew gordon for the first time in Months and it’s literally so scary i forgot what he looked like & then i sawhim with my eyeballs on#the canvas & he looks the most like Him ive ever drawn him. trembling dabbing sweat off my forehead w a handkerchief#nonsense
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GT: HOLY MOLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#Id like to thank the academy... *sniff*#*Reaches for my handkerchief and dabs my forehead a bit*#Im honored to be blogging alongside you all...
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[I.D. A photo of a PC setup. There are two monitors next to each other, a keyboard directly in front of the left monitor, and in front of the keyboard is a tissue box with a mic resting on it and a red mouse that sits sideways. In front of the right monitor is a white mug and a glass resting on papers as well as a speaker. The brown desk looks to be standard height and in the right corner a black desk chair can be seen. END I.D.]
HPLY SHIT ETHO PIC
#dabbing sweat from my forehead like I've just accidentally seen a victorian lady's ankle be exposed#i did my best to decipher this into an id..#i thought its possible theres another monitor there on the far left but idk#ethoslab#rb
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I have female genitalia, I don't consider myself a girl, I'm attracted to all kinds of gender presentations, and I'm grossed out by male genitalia. What am I?
#genuine question not a riddle#dabbing my forehead thinking ill die if i don't decide on nonbinary bisexual or lesbian
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huh
#i got hit in the head with a rock as a kid pretty bad and afaik there were never any serious effects#just like. a lot of blood bc head wounds#but i wonder if there mightve actually been any lasting damage#bc like. idk if ive ever been able to remember the immediate aftermath?#i can remember right before and like. me in the church bathroom getting my forehead dabbed with toilet paper and whatnot after#but the middle is blank and i dont know if thats always been blank or if there used to be smth in there?#like. did i remember it before and forget recently or was that gap there from the beginning indicating like Head Trauma head trauma#origibberish
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"--and this is the staffroom," Gojo sing-songed, swinging open the door on your First Day Tour, with you a few steps behind him, "--ah! And that's Nanamin. Say hi, Nanamin!"
A tall, suited blond man looked up from his spot on the sofa as you peered in; at first, he simply nodded to you, disinterested. Then, Gojo spoke again while leading you out.
"--he's not very fun, don't worry-- no sense of humour."
Your final glimpse as the door closed, was of the blond man's irritated scowl.
It was true; Kento clearly didn't make people laugh, for he was either too mean or too subtle to be funny. This was the case, at least, until you. And you had no idea what your laughter did to him.
You had formed an alliance of respect, an easy bond that would have been camaraderie if not for Kento's standoffishness. You felt him hover nearby on joint missions, close enough to lunge to your rescue, but far enough that he could resist your magnetism.
Talking, and surveying the abandoned school, you spoke aloud as you walked down the stairs.
"So perhaps I'll take the East Wing, and you take the We--ergh!"
You reeled back, having walked headfirst into a buckled ceiling. Kento stepped to your aid, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, and lifting your chin to look at your forehead. He huffed, barely a puff of breath through his nose, wiping dust from your forehead before grumbling.
"You'll be alright. Not much in there, anyway."
You burst into laughter, and Kento electrified, absolutely rigid. You patted his chest, still giggling as you walked away, cooing back over your shoulder in a way that utterly melted him.
"So mean."
You soon learned that Nanami Kento was possibly the funniest man at Jujutsu High. Dry and unforgiving in a way that made your brittle colleagues crumble, you found yourself, instead, choking back laughter every time he crippled one with another savage put-down.
When Yuuji arrived late to a mission, Kento stepped over to him and, poe-faced, pulled up his shirtsleeve to show Yuuji his wrist.
"This," Kento hummed, flat, "is a watch. You can buy one at any good supermarket."
When a waiter slopped coffee over Kento's shoulder, Kento dabbed at it to the waiter's frantic, apologetic bowing. Kento raised a placating hand and insisted to the confused waiter.
"It's alright. I never liked this suit anyway."
When you stood at the staffroom window with him, watching a monsoon in companionable silence, Kento murmured over the rim of his mug.
"Lovely day."
He had timed it just-so, and barely concealed his lopsided smirk when you choked on your tea. Shoko walked in, drenched, looking at you and Kento in dismay. You coughed, opening your mouth to speak, but Kento got there first, firing shots.
"Is it raining?"
Shoko scoffed, sputtering, while you buckled against the windowsill.
Kento grabbed a hand towel and an umbrella, heading to the door. As Shoko reached for the towel, Kento pressed the umbrella into her hands instead, his expression flat, but his voice edged with a feral pleasure that made you come undone.
"You'll need this."
Kento's meanness was tempered only by his self-deprecation, and when you took as good as you gave, you felt his icey facade melt away completely, revealing such warmth.
It was no wonder you were drawn to each other, when the only reason neither of you laughed together, was because you were in a constant stand-off for who could remain poe-faced the longest. Kento always won.
Still, you felt the need to break him; you had cracked smiles, or the occasional chuckle out of him, but nothing more. You knew nothing more than the truest irony would do it.
The day came; you arrived, to your usual staffroom rendezvous, covered in blood. Kento paled, abandoning his book to rise immediately and reach you in three long strides.
"--you're hurt-- we'll go to Sho--"
"Kento. Stop. It's not my blood-- it's Gojo's."
Kento did a double-take, his eyes narrowing in disbelief, so you explained.
"Gojo invited himself to teach me about Curses that are 'above my paygrade', so he took me to one. I told him this Curse was clearly more powerful than it looked, and Gojo told me to step back so he could handle it. Said he'd even do it without his Infinity on. So I stepped back."
Kento's nose flared, barely perceptible.
"...and?"
You took a deep breath. "So, Gojo has a broken nose--"
Kento broke down with a wheeze, before bursting into a rich, deep rolling laughter that split the clouds with sun. His hands clasped the windowsill, his eyes crinkled, and his shoulders shook with wicked, throaty mirth.
You felt yourself becoming drunk off him, utterly intoxicated by his laughter. Kento couldn't stop himself, trembling with schadenfreude to the point of indecency.
Finally, sighing and straightening as if exhausted, Kento wiped his eyes with the side of his finger, and smiled at you with sweet adoration. Laughter still threatened to break through as he begged you.
"Would you-- would you like to go out for dinner? With me?"
You paused, your expression pained.
"Ah...no. No, thank you."
Kento froze, his face beginning to fall. You looked down at yourself, and announced, still deadpan.
"It's just-- I'm covered in blood, you see--"
That sent Kento over the edge again.
You remained content throughout the years of your marriage, for Nanami Kento to be viewed by others as boring and humourless. You found yourself jealously greedy of his rare laughter, anyway.
After marriage, you viewed it as the highest badge of honour to make him laugh like that while he was buried inside you.
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What would Arcane characters call their partner? What pet/nicknames would they use?
AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE! Thank you anon :3
Synopsis: A lot of little cut scenarios where arcane characters call you by cute pet names!
Characters: Sevika, Vander, Silco, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor
((awkward Ekko x reader, Teasing Viktor x reader (he calls you an airhead…))
Warning: Angst for Silco, called you “Pet” but ends with comfort!
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Sevika
Nicknames for you: Darling, Dear, Sweet thing, Babe, Dove.
Okay maybe I’m over sentimental but imagine her calling you Dove because you bring her so much peace in life. So you’re quite literally her little peace dove.
Sevika leaned against the bar, her mechanical arm resting on the counter as she watched you move around the room. It wasn't anything special-just you tidying up after a long day-but to her, it was everything. "You know," she started, her voice low and gravelly, "you've got this way of makin' the world feel... quieter."
You paused, glancing at her with a small smile. "Yeah? That a good thing?"
She smirked, pushing off the bar to walk toward you. "It's a damn miracle, is what it is. You don't know what it's like Dove… how loud it gets up here." She tapped her temple with a finger, her gaze softening. "But then you show up, and it's like everything just... stops."
Your cheeks warmed at the sincerity in her voice, but you kept your focus on folding a stray cloth. "I didn't think I was doing anything special."
Sevika snorted, stepping closer. "That's the thing. You don't even try, and still... you're it for me. My peace. My little Dove."
Vander
Nicknames for you: Peach, Love, Sweet Pea, Darling, Sunshine, Lass/Lad.
The Last Drop was unusually quiet. The usual clatter of mugs and background chatter of conversation was replaced by the occasional cough or sniffle from the makeshift beds spread around the common room. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Vi lay bundled in blankets, their fevered faces flushed as they sipped the herbal tea Vander had brewed.
"Peach," Vander called softly, his deep voice cutting through the stillness as he approached you. You were perched on a low stool, dabbing a cool cloth against Powder's forehead. He knelt beside you, resting his broad hand on your shoulder. "You've been fussin' over them all day. Why don't you take a break, huh? Let me handle things for a while."
"I'm fine," you said, though your hands trembled slightly as you wrung out the cloth."They need us."
He tilted his head, giving you that steady, knowing look of his. "And I need you to take care of yourself, Peach. You're no good to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."
Powder stirred, her small hand reaching out to grab yours. "Don't go," she mumbled, her voice weak.
You smoothed her hair back, glancing at Vander. "See? They need me."
Vander sighed, his lips twitching into a faint smile despite himself. "Stubborn as ever," he muttered. "Alright, Peach. We'll do this together, then."
Silco
Nicknames for you: Darling, Precious, lovely, Pet, Beloved.
After Jinx’s fiasco over at Topside it was obvious Silco was more than simply stressed.
In fact tension in the room was palpable, suffocating as it weighed down on your chest. Silco's piercing gaze bore into you, his lips pressed into a thin line. You'd overstepped-at least, in his mind-and now his sharp tongue was letting you know it.
"Stay out of matters you don't understand, pet," he snapped, the word cutting and cold as it left his mouth.
You flinched, the sting of his words settling deep. Your jaw clenched, and you refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on the cracked edge of the table.
“I was—I was only thinking about Jinx.” You gulped down the bile that burned in your throat. “Temporary keeping her from missions is keeping her safe.” You spoke finally looking up at him with your wet pathetic eyes.
The silence that followed was deafening. Silco's breath hitched as he realized what he'd said, the regret settling in almost immediately. His tone had been cruel, and the look on your face drove a pang of guilt through his chest.
“I apologize…” he said softly, his voice no longer harsh. "That was... uncalled for." He spoke as he stood up, fixing his cuffs as he walks over towards you.
Silco stepped closer until he was within arm's reach. "I shouldn't have said that. You didn't deserve it," he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You mean too much to me for me to speak to you that way."
When you still didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment before tilting your chin up with his gloved fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his mismatched ones.
"Forgive me," he whispered, his tone sincere. "You are not my pet. You are my beloved. The only one who stands beside me, who understands me."
Caitlyn
Nicknames for you: Petal, Cheeky one, Muffin, Trouble, Dearest.
Flour completely dusted the countertop and your face as you tried to knead the dough. Caitlyn stood across from you, her sleeves rolled up, an amused smile playing on her lips.
"Petal," she said, tilting her head, "you're supposed to knead it, not wrestle it."
You huffed, brushing flour from your cheek. “It's sticking to my hands! I’m not sure how else I’m supposed to tackle this.”
Caitlyn chuckled and walked over, gently taking your hands in hers. "Here, let me show you." She guided your movements, her hands warm and steady.
When the dough finally started to cooperate, you couldn't resist smearing a bit of flour on her cheek. She froze, then slowly raised an eyebrow. “Trouble," she murmured, her voice teasing.
You grinned, backing away. "You love it."
Her soft laugh filled the kitchen as she grabbed a handful of flour. "Oh, I do. But you're not getting away with that."
Ekko
Nicknames for you: Firefly, Sugar, babe, baby, Cutie
You sat on a spinning chair in ekko’s workshop mindlessly spinning while watching him work. He was trying to fix a circuit board, but his focus seemed to drift in your direction. You caught him glancing at you a few times, his brow furrowed as though he was thinking of something important.
After a moment of silence, Ekko cleared his throat, his usual confidence wavering slightly. He set down his tools and looked at you with a small smile, hands shoved into his pockets. "Hey, uh... can I tell you something?" he asked, voice a little too casual.
You raised an eyebrow at his sudden and strange behavior. "Sure. What's up?"
He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "Well, I've been meaning to call you something... I dunno, it's just, uh, you're always so sweet, you know?" He glanced up at you briefly, cheeks turning faintly pink. “So, I was thinking... Sugar?"
There was a long, awkward pause. You blinked, processing the nickname, unsure how to respond. "Sugar?" you repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Really?"
Ekko's face reddened even more. "Yeah, I mean-because, uh, you're sweet... like sugar? You know?" He shrugged, clearly flustered now. "It's not like, weird, right?"
You couldn't help it you laughed, the sound light and teasing, but not unkind. "I don't know, Ekko. It's a bit... unexpected," you said, still grinning.
His gaze shifted, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I get it. That was dumb, huh? Just trying to be smooth, but I guess it's not my thing." He shifted uncomfortably.
against his arm, your smile softening. "It's cute," you said, voice warm. "But I think you can do better."
He met your eyes, a sheepish grin finally breaking through his awkwardness. "Yeah? You think so?…Well, I'll keep working on it then."
Viktor
Nicknames for you: Beautiful, Trinket, Dearest, Cheeky, Airhead, Sweetling.
You were fiddling with a complicated piece of tech, the gears and wires all tangled in a way that made your focus drift. Viktor stood beside you, watching with a raised eyebrow as you muttered to yourself.
"Careful, darling," he teased with a sly smile, his voice smooth and mature. "An airhead might break something important."
You shot him a playful glare, a little flustered. “I'm not an airhead! Besides…I'm working on it!" you said, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice.
Viktor chuckled, reaching over and gently fixing the wires with practiced hands. His tone softened as he met your gaze. "I didn't mean it, Sweetling. You're far from an airhead. You just... get a little lost in your thoughts sometimes." He smiled warmly. “And I think it's kind of endearing."
You felt your heart warm at his change in tone, the teasing replaced by something far more tender. "Geez thanks, Viktor." You pouted and sighed out quietly.
He smiled and chuckled softly, his hand now brushing against yours. "Anything for you, Sweetling."
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