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draw-the-squad-like-this · 7 months ago
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Draw your OTP like this
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draw-the-squad-like-this · 4 months ago
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Draw your squad like this
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a perfect screenshot. the golden moment. look at this is like a fucking draw the squad
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sobstoryofaloz3r · 4 months ago
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Vent 1; left out core No because I dead ass don't have a place in life rn. Not a comfortable one atleast. Like yeah I wanna run away and be alone and live for myself only, but I still can't help that sense of longing. I have friend groups, I have friends, but I can't hangout with them that much because my strict parents; I'd ruin the hangout anyways. But that means I always get left out, and it's just like wtf? I mean, why should I care if I get left out, I kinda js met them. I'm not supposed to care about anyone anyways, or get attached; it's the same fucking ending. But I never learn, do I? But at the same time why do I always get attached after knowing what happens in the end? Why do I always make plans that might never happen? Why do I always make plans for the future, when there's no telling what lies in the future? Yet even after I ponder, I still do it. I still make the plans. It's annoying as fuck. God I feel so pathetic and stupid, honestly. The only good thing is that back then I used to get attached and not be able to let go when something ended. Now, I can get attached; but I can let go, too. I miss the little old me, sweet and innocent. Yet at the same time I hate little old me, fucking pathetic and weak. A damn doormat. I ruin everything, all the friend groups I'm in. I wanna be alone; forever, run away alone with noone else. That brings us back to square 1. (REPEAT. WHY? CAUSE ITS A FUCKING LOOPHOLE..OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT.)
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johnnyspells · 6 months ago
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milomilesmib · 10 months ago
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Leo: what do you guys think the best way to die is?
Nico: firing squad
Leo: honestly I think it'd be best to just get really old then walk into the woods until you keel over
Will: yeah but do it in the late stages of dimentia
Nico, cackling: bro would be like "where am I?" then keep walking deeper into the woods
Nico, Leo, and Will, dying laughing:
Percy, terrified: what the fuck
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draw-the-squad-like-this · 9 months ago
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Draw your characters like this
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new favorite image i guess
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sharlleglerg · 3 months ago
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stealingpotatoes · 2 years ago
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@jeorgiii requested clone wars trio self care affirmations!!! ...and my lizard brain immediately had to draw this meme
(ko-fi requests are open!!)
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duckprintspress · 10 months ago
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So this poll from @pollsnatural asked if Supernatural was the most toxic fandom people have been in, and the vast majority of folks said no, so now - based on some fandoms in the replies of that post - I'm curious...
Runners up from the linked poll include Teen Wolf, MCU, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Once Upon a Time, sports RPF, Minecraft YouTube, Dragon Age, Mo Dao Zu Shi, One Direction, a bunch of others, and a few abbreviations I'm not familiar with lmao.
I'm guessing "other" will win this poll - tell me which in the tags! I'm curious if there's any Really Big One I should have included (probably MCU...it was hard to juggle "size/popularity of fandom" with "relative toxicity" like if a fandom is huge it's usually just more toxic in general cause there are the same number of weirdos per capita but way more people overall, ya know?)
anyway. yes. poll. do the thing.
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draw-the-squad-like-this · 8 months ago
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draw-the-squad-like-this · 5 months ago
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Literally a Meme Material
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chipchopclipclop · 1 year ago
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overdue party composition jokes bc i actually shuffled them around more than once on my second run
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thesummerstorms · 1 month ago
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The gingerwort truffle tea hits Rook a lot harder as soon as it has time to enter her blood stream. Around the time she starts humming some Marcher drinking song in Assan's direction, Davrin ends up cutting the picnic short and taking her back to the Lighthouse.
He's a little guilty, sure. He'd meant to give Rook an opportunity to relax, not to put her out of her mind with a hallucinogenic tea. Still, he can't help but laugh a little, especially as Rook keeps trying to have friendly conversations with Assan and the passing Crossroads spirits the whole way home. Her words are growing more slurred, though, so he's glad they don't accidentally stumble on any Venatori or Antaam on the way.
Lucanis walks in to the library just as Davrin is trying to get Arsinoë to settle down on the library couch. He's dressed for a trip - back to Treviso maybe, Bellara had made a comment about spices that morning- but as soon as he spots Arsinoë, his steps falter.
Crows are a paranoid bunch, so Davrin is ready for questioning. Rook and Lucanis are both professional assassins. He knew as soon as he realized what was happening that he'd probably have to talk someone down, reassure them of his intent.
In fact , the general plan had been to find either Neve or Lucanis, explain what happened and throw Rook at them, then find a seat where he would still be able to watch out for her and make sure there weren't complications, but where he was also well out of "clinging" range. Rook's arm had been thrown around his shoulder a little more closely than necessary on the walk back.
What Davrin is not prepared for is how Rook's eyes go wide when she sees Lucanis. The way she immediately stops trying to baby-talk Assan and grows pale and quiet. The crack in her voice when she blurts out- "Please don't tell Viago. Lucanis, please."
Davrin has seen frozen rivers warmer than the sensation that shoots down his spine. Rook's tone... This isn't some recruit embarrassed about being scolded. Her shoulders shake slightly beneath Davrin's hand. Assan lets out a little distressed chirp and rubs against her leg, but for once Arsinoë doesn't respond.
"I knew what was in the cup before I drank it, I promise. Don't tell Viago."
Lucanis's face has twisted up and, really, it isn't exactly a secret that he's sweet on Rook. Davrin is expecting to see his own horror mirrored back at him. A snarl, maybe, if anger draws Spite too close to the surface.
Instead Lucanis sighs. Not a flash of violet or a hostile glare thrown Davrin's way or a flinch away from Rook's pleading expression. Just a sigh.
Resignation, Davrin realizes.
Lucanis moves forward, crouching beside the sofa and ignoring Davrin entirely now as he speaks softly in Antivan. Davrin doesn't catch any of it except for "de Riva" but Rook is arguing back in the same language, so it doesn't seem to be having much effect. She keeps repeating herself - "por favor", he knows that one too- and if he were a betting man Davrin would put money on it being more or less the same refrain as what she said in Trade.
Rook leans forward earnestly, big grey eyes and too wide pupils. Lucanis asks her a question, his tone gone coaxing, and she shakes her head. Then he stands up and Rook puts her head in her hands.
"Hey, listen-" Davrin says tamping down the nervous twitch in his hand before he can reach before his sword. He steps in front of Lucanis instead, because whatever Rook is so worried about, he was the one who thought this whole mess would be a good idea. "Lucanis, it was just a tea. Rook's just having a bad reaction. Why does she keep asking –"
"Not now," Lucanis growls, gesturing with a short jut of his chin back in Rook's direction. "Ask later. Not now."
And okay, Davrin can understand that. If Arsinoë is this freaked out, no point in spooking her further. But he still doesn't understand why Lucanis is leaving, walking out the double doors of the main building and back out into the courtyard. Davrin trusts himself, sure, but Lucanis doesn't feel the same way, historically speaking. Yet he's walking away?
Arsinoë doesn't notice, all her earlier mirth evaporated like the morning dew. Assan is still making little worried squawks, looking back and forth from Rook to Davrin as if he has picked up on her distress and is demanding Davrin fix it.
Except Davrin doesn't know how because he still doesn't get why Arsinoë is so suddenly upset. He doesn't think it's just the tea, or surely she wouldn't have been so cheerful on the way back from Arlathan.
"This is some weird Crow shit, isn't it?" he says, mostly to himself since Arsinoë is too out of it to respond, "What the fuck." Then, he raises his voice a little. "Rook? You okay? Arsinoë."
At the sound of her name, her actual name, Arsinoë flinches.
What the fuck.
The doors creak open again. He hears the distinctive thunk of Neve's prosthetic against the stone floors followed by a sharp inhale as she catches sight of Arsinoë
"What's going on here?" Neve demands. Her reaction Davrin understands; immediately, she's at Rook's side, hands already starting to glow faintly with what is likely healing magic. "I thought you were headed to Arlathan. Was there trouble?"
"Not exactly," Davrin grimaces, watching as Rook (predictably) lifts her head a little at that last word, the one they all like to pretend he doesn't know Neve has taken to using as some sort of pet name for their glorious leader. Normally that would be his cue to take Assan and flee, but now he's just glad the Rook is reacting to something.
"Neve?" Rook asks, shifting in her seat, then gently pushing at Assan to make room for Neve to settle beside her. "Neve, you shouldn't drink the tea."
"The tea?" Neve asks, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of Arsinoë's face, "What tea?"
"Mmm. The tea. Ask Assan. My head is starting to hurt."
"Ask... Assan?" Predictably, Neve places the back of her hand against Arsinoë's forehead, a slight chill creeping into the air. Even more predictably, she looks back sharply at Davrin.
"Look, in my defense, Emmrich said it was fine. I drank the tea. I'm fine. But Rook..."
What Neve would have said to that, Davrin will never know because the doors open again. Lucanis strides in, too rushed to walk carefully and silence the clinking of his weapons. In his hands, he holds a clay pitcher and one of his own favorite cups, one of the ones from that fancy tea set.
Lucanis hesitates briefly, staring openly at the way Arsinoë pressing her face into Neve's hand, the way Neve is pulling Arsinoë closer, bracing her. His expression goes dark and yet when Neve catches his eye he nods, seeming... grateful?
Weird Crow shit.
"Arsinoë, you need to drink this. Hopefully it will help." Rook shudders against Neve, but Lucanis persists. "Viago is back in Treviso, I promise. He needs to know nothing, but you need water."
"Wait, Viago?" Neve asks, "The Fifth Talon? What does he have to do with this?"
"That's what I want to know," Davrin agrees. It's not like he ever though the Crows were great people, but it doesn't explain why Rook is reacting like this just from seeing Lucanis, why she keeps begging that no one tell the man who is supposed to be her mentor that she... what, accidentally been drugged? That doesn't seem like something a thirty year old assassin should be afraid of, much less to this extent.
Maybe it is the tea. It has to be the tea. Because why else would Rook be acting this way about Lucanis? Normally she's the first to reassure him, to seek him out and assure him that the demon shoved inside his skull doesn't scare her, but now she's refusing to take a cup because he poured it.
Lucanis looks wounded at that, brown eyes gone unreasonably soft and sad. Finally, he hands the cup off to Neve and unbuttons his Crow-purple cape, shrugging it off to the floor. Rook's shoulders slump a little at that, and Lucanis must take it as a sign because the next thing Davrin knows, the man is putting a hand on Rook's knee.
(It occurs to him again that maybe he shouldn't be here, but worry roots Davrin in his spot.)
"Rook, it's just water. I promise, cara. If Emmrich wants to give you a potion, I promise to check it first, but this is just water. I give you my word."
It's probably a sign of trust that despite the fact Rook gets somehow paler at the mention of "potions", ultimately she caves and lets Neve help her raise the cup to her lips. Lucanis reaches for the pitcher again, and she lets him pour more into the cup before her head slumps against Neve's shoulder.
For a moment, the three of them who are sober sit (or crouch or stand) locked in a moment of awkward silence. Arsinoë is never this touchy, at least not when Davrin's around. And even if it's different when she's in private with Neve and Lucanis, it doesn't make her behavior less strange.
"Lucanis," Neve asks finally, when Arsinoë seems to show no further reaction, "What is going on?"
"Rook is House de Riva," the Crow replies as if that answers everything somehow, then adds "They're famous for their poisons, at least since Viago became Talon."
"Esma too," Rook mutters from Neve's shoulder without opening her eyes.
"And the Talon before Viago had a knack for them as well," Lucanis agrees, hand back to hovering over Rook's knee as if he's still uncertain his touch will be welcome. "Though not as much as Viago."
"She said something about daily doses of venoms at the breakfast table," Neve remembers. She looks about as happy about that as Davrin feels.
It takes effort not to turn that discomfort back on Lucanis, but it wouldn't be fair to snap at the man when he's looking at Rook like that. "So what... Rook was more sensitive to the tea because she grew up being poisoned? Is this some kind of bad interaction or-"
"No." Lucanis replies, the reconsiders. "Well, some of it, maybe. But that's not why she was asking about Viago."
Davrin's hands twitch with the need to grab Lucanis's overly decorative lapels and demand a clearer answer, but Neve-
"She's afraid of being punished. Her teacher is a poisoner, and she let herself drink from a tainted cup."
Neve's voice quavers on the word punished, unable to hide entirely behind her normal stoicism, but her eyes are hard, with a glint like steel. Davrin just feels cold again as Lucanis nods in confirmation.
"Yes. Crow houses do not all train their Fledglings the same, but none of them tolerate stupid mistakes. If a de Riva found themselves so easily poisoned, without even checking, I would not doubt that the next cup from their seniors would be punishment and lesson both."
"Bastards," Davrin bites out, thinking of Uncle Eldrin and the berries. The cramps and hallucinations had been the lesson, not the preface for more punishment to come. Intense punishment, if Rook's reaction isn't just the heightened emotions caused by the tea.
Lucanis is still looking at Rook with those wounded eyes, still not-quite-touching, even though she seemed to relax when he shed the cape. But the resignation has crept back into his voice like a weight, and he only shrugs at Davrin's swearing.
"Thus is the life of a Crow. We can't afford to make mistakes. Our teachers know this."
"You won't do it twice," Arsinoë agrees, sound almost like she's quoting something. "Because you remember." Sitting up just enough to sip at the cup again, she still hesitates, eyes fluttering as she glances at Lucanis, waiting for his nod of reassurance before drinking.
Davrin's gut churns at the careless way she says it, at Lucanis's total acceptance.
(He was the one who poured her the tea. It was his idea to ask Emmrich about the truffles.)
"Well." Neve says. "I dare say we've all learned some things today. No need to tell Viago. Or anyone else."
"No," Lucanis agrees.
Rook gives a little sigh at that before her hand darts out to catch Lucanis's. "My head still hurts," she complains.
Davrin turns towards the staircase immediately, suddenly sure he wanted to be far, far away from all this. "I'll go find Emmrich. Assan-"
But the griffon had dropped into what Davrin recognizes as a guarding stance, as if set to protect an injured member of the flock. Well, for once Davrin has no compunctions about leaving the feather brain behind with the Crows. And Neve, of course.
"Assan can stay here as chaperone."
He takes the stairs two at a time, all but bolting towards Emmrich's study. The last glance back before he darts into Emmrich's hallway, he sees Neve helping Arsinoë pull Lucanis out of his crouch and towards the little two seater.
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marimeeko · 4 months ago
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I don't think anyone has talked about post epilogue, when Rody someday comes to visit Izuku in Japan!
And what about Bakugou and Todoroki tagging along since they were all together in Otheon.
And Bakugou just CONSTANTLY struggling with his feelings coming from watching Rody and Izuku being besties and even looking like they are just a shade away from being a couple.
Pino hasn't made a single peep OTHER than affection for Izuku, and Bakugou knows what that means.
So Katsuki, who is obviously deep in his feelings for izuku, who is funding and orchestrating the secret support suit for Izuku, is just PINING for Izuku and "the rest of their lives", is just walking around Japan with Izuku, Rody and Rodys two little siblings, just SICK with his own frustration, jealously and anxiety.
But also he's desperately keeping himself in check because he has no right to ruin anything for Izuku. He wants Izuku to be happy. Right now, Izuku is so so happy to be with Rody.
But Rody is also extremely happy to be with Izuku...
Katsuki trying so hard not to hate Rody for it.
Katsuki trying so hard to not be mad that it's not HIM and Izuku out on a date, or a patrol, or even just a walk to the store, instead of Izuku guiding Rody around points of interest as a guest.
Katsuki is even getting to the horrible point in his life where he sees Izuku interacting with the young siblings(and he's always amazing with kids) and imagines them instead as little freckled kids with mops of blonde and green.
To further the illusion, as he stares with icy crimson eyes, he visualizes Rody standing there with a hand on Izukus shoulder instead to be himself, Katsuki "DynaMight" Bakugou, standing proud and beaming over their tiny family.
The thought makes him feel fluttery inside but at the same time, so lonely.
He sneered over how much he craved that domesticity.
Katsuki GROWLING like a territorial cat if Rody takes Izuku by the hand to go look at something new.
Katsuki almost losing it and maybe even having to walk away from the others if Rody starts floating the idea of Izuku visiting or even leaving Japan for Otheon. Telling him there's always room for him in their place(by now he has gotten a better apartment) and the kids screaming YES DEKU COME STAY WITH US!
Katsuki having to collect himself as he can't help but overhear Izuku kindly saying it would be nice to visit someday(but he doesn't hear Izuku go on to say that he would overall prefer to stay in Japan bc it's home and his mom/kacchan is here and his studies, plus a job is already lined up for him at UA....)
Then Todoroki sensing all of this simmering emotion in Katsuki of course and assuring Katsuki with his presence. He let's Katsuki rib him if it makes him feel better(it doesn't)
But Todoroki would also eventually assure Katsuki that "You're underestimating how much Midoriya cares for you. Just because he hasn't said it....we all know he's just not very forward about his true feelings."
Katsuki hopes that's true but just kind of grunts in response.
"You know...you could always ask him out yourself" Todoroki tells him in the flattest tone possible, and Katsuki sputters and turns beet red
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dollie-ollie · 3 months ago
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i keep these bugs on my desk but my choice of guys is really silly. it’s like woo mumscarian!! yeah!! and also jimmy’s there too. i guess.
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milksuu · 10 months ago
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when mother moon sends you on the most important mission to progress the gay agenda
by finding the lunar aspect, uniting her with her sun girl friend so they can finally kiss and banish the prophecised darkin invasion
ultimately becoming their third wheel and saving the world
all in a day's work
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