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clownbynatuure · 1 year ago
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just now realizing gale is like a perfect character for me. he's older, has a big nose, hairy, mullet-esque hair, a DORK, slow burn romance!!! gale dekarios i love youuuu uaghhh
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nofuckingbody · 1 year ago
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I LOVE THAT HIS NOSE IS ALL SCRUNCHED UP
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ahonice · 1 year ago
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YALLLLLLLLLL
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supd00dle · 3 months ago
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This was funnier in my head
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laur-rants · 1 year ago
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I love when my borzoi does the thing
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courfee · 3 months ago
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the complimentary james to this regulus
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naamahdarling · 3 months ago
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You've been...
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SNIFT!
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teddytheartist · 9 months ago
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Sokka side-profile for the girls and the gays
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arttsuka · 3 months ago
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AHHH I LOVE THE FIDDLESTAN ART
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avephelis · 6 months ago
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NEED to check these things for fleas. take them to the VET! so sad they can't have deviantart they would have loved deviantart.
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boo-topia · 5 months ago
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do you think that mugman cosplays as any popular video game princess, like Rosalina or Zelda? ^^
Idk if Ive ever mentioned how much mugman and Luigi have in common but I think mugman should dress up as princess peach so that’d give them one more shared experience
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trulyumai · 6 months ago
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Looking Past the Fire
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Paring: Messmer x Reader
Synopsis: Between the shadow lands, laid Messmer. And between that? His darling wife.
Warnings: Talk of Death
A/N: Ive officially began the DLC and I am WASHED. Also this big nosed fella has been taking over my mind please send help. (I love it)
Enjoy!
For whom could ever love him as much as his wife once did? 
She would be there, to carry his heavy soul, kiss the bruised skin and wipe away the rotting blood. 
His wife was ever so patient; wiping at his dirtied frame carefully, cautiously. Like he was someone who deserved it, needed it. He got used to such loving touches, it was dangerous. His family scoffed behind his back- mumbled about his newfound weakness. But between his own blood was a wall of fire, and between that was her. 
In truth, he craved coming back home, to her, and her adoring frame and sappy expressions. 
He would always call out to her. 
“My love?” His voice was so soft, much more than one would ever guess a man like him would- could carry. 
A man of death and flame. 
“Over here, darling!” And he would see the back of her head, peeking up from the windowsill that laid just in front of their kitchen. 
She would always be in the flower filled garden, tending to each plant with care until her fingers were overtaken with blackened dirt.
She’d lift herself high then, peek over at him with blinking lashes. A serene expression always to be seen when gazing upon the red haired man. 
Messmer without thought would walk forth, to her, and her sun kissed cheeks. 
As if in a daze the man wouldn’t dare avert his eyes; for the goddess in front of him was enough to hold the attention of such a man of power. 
His head ducked under the wooden back door. His back would crack loudly almost every time, and sometimes a groan of protest would leave the pale man’s lips. 
And he would reachout, gently coaxing the woman to him once more, he wanted- needed to feel her soft skin against his rough and war torn body. 
She’d listen of course, and would press her frame to his without further delay. 
Messmer would allow his arms to wrap around her, with his nose digging into her neck to smell the sweet scent of sweat sticking to her damp skin. 
“Husband,” she giggled, hearing his sighs of contentment. 
“I’ve missed you, has the trip fared well?” 
The wind picked up, the giant yellowing trees swayed with the breeze and Messmer could no longer subdue his mind to the stress it was in mere moments ago. 
Right before he placed himself in his wife’s presence, the worries of the palace laid upon his shoulders. 
His command, his power, his reign- 
“Husband?” 
How would she react to the bodies littering the field, the broken families, the hierarchy?
Her fingertips grazed his cheek.
“Hm? Oh, yes, the trip was easy, my wife,” 
The knight picked a fallen leaf that had laid upon her hair carelessly. 
“I’ve established safe perimeters. None shall lay harm to the south for quite some time.” 
She smiled. 
“Of course you did, my strong Knight. For who could be more of a protector than you?”
Bile reached up to the man's throat, it burned his insides with spite and regret. 
His wife was ill informed, she hadn't heard of the burning castle walls- with its soldiers laying crumpled and burnt in his wake. 
In fact, he hadn’t been a knight for the order in many moons, his siege had taken over much of the shadowlands, in which he was close to winning.
For none could stand the fiery ambition held between his sword and gaze 
He was a protector yes, but only for her. 
Messmer let out a deep laugh, it was short and muffled by his lips. 
The knight leaned down and began to trail kisses down his wifes temple, to her jaw, then finally, her lips. 
With a tilt to the head their mouths met, he placed a pale hand on the back of her head, pushing her to meet his lips with more strength. 
Nipping lightly the girl's hands fisted upon his armor, lightly trying to push herself away from the man- most likely for air. 
He complied, and smiled as she let out a gasp for air with pink cheeks and lidded eyes. 
Taking his thumb he brushed it upon her chin, clearing up the saliva that had dribbled down. 
She leaned into his palm, and Messmer once more felt the bite of regret nip at the edges of his mind. 
“Are you staying the night?” Her voice, barely above the howling wind, brought him back. 
Messmer hummed, his hand found the back of her waist. 
“I have dinner going, i'll make your place at the table.”
He only nodded his head as she padded off, not taking his eyes off the darkened clouds approaching their vicinity. 
From the corner of his eye, Messmer eyed the rising smoke. 
The south let out a plethora of darkened fumes, the village there laid in smoldering, blackened ash. 
Of course the south laid safe and ill of enemies; for he had cleared its population down to nothing. 
The land may never return to its original state with its burnt hills and mountains.
“It's ready, my love!” 
Messmer turned back, meeting the gaze of his lover by the doorframe. 
Little drops of rain plopped onto his loosened hair, no longer did light shine through the gray skies, but muffled streams of sun. 
He turned his back to the village, the smoke and bodies. 
For a more important matter was at hand now; the happiness of his wife.
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hailsatanacab · 1 month ago
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“To whom,” Alfred rasps, pausing to clear his throat and establish his sense of decorum, “May I ask, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”
The creature stops, blinks its owlish eyes at him, and lets out a bark of laughter.
“Forgive me,” it says, still chuckling lightly, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Alfred is suddenly struck by the feeling that this creature is not as timeless, nor as old or as wizened, as it wished to present itself. “I am making a terrible first impression. My name is Phantom, current High King of the Infinite Realms.”
Contractual Obligations by me!!!
I couldn't get the image of Ghost King Danny out of my head, so here he is!! Acrylic on canvas, and I'm so happy with it - he came out a lot better than I thought he would 😅
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doctorwhommm · 2 months ago
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I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties
absOLUTELY I CAN
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they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair
#Jack is nursing 10s broken nose off screen from where Ianto decked him imo Ianto would not let 10s nonsense with Jack slide#jk Ianto would not punch him he would just make him instant coffee instead of The Ianto Special and then stew silently#doctor who#torchwood#torchwood fanart#rose tyler#dwmmm.ask#ianto jones#SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR AGES EVERYONE IM BACK HELLO !!!!!!#apologies to all the people who have sent asks that are sitting in my inbox im getting to them soon!!!#also I’m working on a big cool colab which I’m v excited about >:)#this is meant to have the vibes of the school reunion scene with sarah jane and rose laughing at 10!!#Ianto would be besties with all of 10s companions actually#him and martha are already besties & him and donna would get on so well snarky secretary duo#him and rose would not only bond over stories about the 9/jack/rose tardis team but also over being estate kids !!!#him rose and martha hanging out being the only under 25s 🚶‍♂️#s1 Ianto is the type to still get IDed for redbull#maybe that’s why he really wears the suit so people stop thinking he’s a 16 year old#anyway I digress thank u for the ask I hope this appeases you I love this vision and also hate drawing roses hair it’s SO hard#killer side part#but I loved drawing this bc I love ianto and rose friendship#ps theye matching colours on purpose bc they’re bffs#also like ianto in the audios constantly makes friends with random side characters you can’t convince me this man isn’t extroverted at heart
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potatounicoorn · 17 days ago
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Long-haired Discowing supremacy>>>>
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(Later on Bruce would get a letter with a middle finger sticker, that he to this day doesn't know who it was from)
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canisalbus · 4 months ago
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seeing all those sheep/goat vaschete asks inspired me to draw these (they got a bit more lazy as i went on but it's whatevs)
i like to imagine that machete could be a long haired goat breed which would give him his signature floof! couldn't choose which one to settle with tho ^^"
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