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@secretsolenoid-revived this is my secret solenoid gift for someone who wanted to remain anonymous! Hope they enjoy it :)
#whirl#idw whirl#tailgate#cyclonus#idw cyclonus#cygate#cywhirgate#whirlgate#? i don't know if thats the ship#i hate my art tablet#it looks SO MUCH brighter on my art tablet wth#anywho#i love this pairing!!!!#their so cute :)#secret solenoid 2023#secret solenoid#tf secret solenoid
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Their name is Barry and they can't escape the digital cir
#sonic art#sonic fanart#sonicfanart#sonic artist#sth#tadc#tadc fanart#I'm not sure if i should tag tadc characters but i will anyway hello other fandom#barry the quokka#tadc pomni#any rose#tadc ragatha#sonic the hedgehog#tadc jax#silver the hedgehog#tadc kinger#shadow the hedgehog#tadc zooble#i love zooble btw they're my fav#tikal the echidna#tadc gangle#gangle is close second i love her#yes i made shadow and tikal zooble and gangle cause i ship both pairs my brain is HUGE#my art#to whoever in the tags said i used the wrong pronouns for barry#you are correct#my bad I've fixed it
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I HAD to put them in those outfits
#dandadan#momo ayase#okarun#ken takakura#momokarun#my art#canonically a matching clothes pair they would absolutely pull some shit like this#they're cringe like that#i love them
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Beetlejuice in the first movie: I want to get back to the land of the living to terrorize humanity in any way that I can, this weird goth girl is just a means to an end
Beetlejuice in the sequel, who keeps a framed picture of Lydia on his desk: It has been thirty years since I've seen my wife Lydia Deetz, the love of my life, my one and only, my other half, the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, my—
#he’s delusional and in love and we love him for it#we ship problematic pairings here sir#my headcanon is that they’ll find each other in the afterlife when lydia dies#until then all he can do is pine#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice spoilers#beetlejuice x lydia#beetlebabes#I think that’s their ship name
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for what it's worth, i was telling the truth when I said I enjoyed working with you
#parkour civilization#parkour civilization fanart#parkciv#evbo#seawatt#seavbo#minecraft#minecraft art#holy shit#this prompt struck me like a thunder bruh#i knew i HAD to immediately open ibispaint again#seavbo art after another it just never stops#doomed toxic yaoi givin me the best shit ever hell yeah!!!!!!#original mizisua album cover in da twitter link!!!#god i love doomed pairings you dont understand#yeah my evbo has eyeliner or something idk#hope im one of the first to do this heheh#is that sweat or tears?
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I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend (x)
#oc#oc art#art#it's No Doubt week for me#man i love drawing this wretched pair of jeans#kris#kristian odegaard
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Sygna parade!
Alt version!
Ok first, I need to scream:
I LOVE THE SYGNA SUITS
THE FRILLS!! THE FASHION!! THE NOD TO OLD FASHIONED TRAIN CONDUCTOR SUITS FROM 1800’S!!THE ELECTRIC LANTERNS ARE SO CLEVER!!
POKEMAS EMBRACED THE YELLOW AND PURPLE WE LOVE TO ASSOCIATE THEM WITH AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!
THE BOOTS! THE FLOWER SLEEVES! THE BLACK COLLAR SHIRT ON EMMET! THE STRIPED TIGHTS!
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The designs fast drew my mind into marching bands so I went for this idea first ahah! At some point I watched a ton of marching band videos, they cheered me up with the exciting and very complex perfomances and the players enthusiam was so catchy!! Also watching the 1st person POVs of i.e. the trumpet and drum players are super fun ahaha! Combined with the striking costumes all this directly reminded me of submas, and now it’s a thing!!!
#They’re going to have so much fun removing all that confetti off their slimey electric beast ahaha#I LOVE THEIR SYGNA SUITS#submas#subway bosses#sygna suit#chandelure#eelektross#subway boss ingo#sygna suit ingo#pokemon ingo#subway boss emmet#sygna suit emmet#pokemon emmet#marching bands are awesome!!#poor haxorus though#i dont they’re going to be paired with them
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getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."
#[OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: he should NOT have touched the fish. do NOT touch random fish you find while scuba diving#especially if the fish is 6ft long & has sharp teeth#ESPECIALLY if the fish is a critically endangered species#being overwhelmed by the majesty of the coelcanth is understandable but that does not excuse his behavior]#[obligatory disclaimer 2: i know nothing about this guy; by 'amateur' i just mean he wasnt part of a scientific expedition at the time]#[obligatory disclaimer 3: i mean it wasnt CALM. its first dorsal fin was erect which we have reason to believe means it is on edge.#but it didnt flee like you would expect of a wild animal]#...disclaimers over. now im going to wail about how life began in the sea and we left & they stayed#& we thought they were gone & now we're finding our way back home to them#they are so beautiful and they are our family and they love us ok. they do i know it in my heart#coelacanth#Latimeria chalumnae#animals#andy original#ALSO I KNOW THEY HAVE 8 FINS by four paired limbs i mean the pelvic and pectoral the others arent paired they dont move like legs do
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See one of the unrealized beautiful things about Jean and Neil's friendship is that the more they hang out, the more their boyfriends have to hang out, too. Andrew and Jeremy actually have a lot of potential as friends, Andrew actually likes nice people, i think Jeremy is capable of getting Andrew to talk with him, they are both blonde Californians with dark taste in partners, they hate cops, they have weird relationships with their siblings, but they take mental health seriously, and they dont make Exy their whole personality. While Jean and Neil are having a complicated crime filled lovehate, "we are brothers from the same messed up family" friendship. Jeremy and Andrew could actually develop a really nice, uncomplicated friendship where they babysit the others' bf when they are in town.
#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#the sunshine court#tsc#jean moreau#jeremy knox#andrew minyard#jerejean#andreil#they could all be besties#lol that one moment where Jean and Andrew leave them for a minute and Neil and Jeremy realise they have never really spoken to each other 🤣#they have exy to fall back on#but still 🤣#as funny as Jeremy and Neil being awkward with each other is funny#i could see them being allies in helping jean#i just love the idea that they unnerve the other#if jean and andrew hung out more they would get along fine i think#lookit andrew being the social butterfly of the andriel pairing lol neil just too unhinged 🤣
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Feel like Bakugou is the kinda guy to HATE ppl who celebrate Christmas as soon as November hits. Like, he doesn’t give a shit about celebrating holidays in general usually, but Halloween ends and not even a week later, Santa’s in every yard. And it pisses him off so much it’s funny. Once last year, you were humming jingle bell rock about a week into November, and he absolutely blew up. Literally.
So this year, you had a revenge plan.
You had went ahead and bought Christmas lingerie as soon as it was out, which had arrived pretty fast. You had managed to grab and hide it from your boyfriend before he saw it—plenty of places to hide things in a penthouse after all.
But towards the end of the second week of November, you changed into it and walked out casually into the penthouse living room. Katsuki was sitting there on his phone, grumbling and looking over the news before you cleared your throat.
He looked up, brows furrowed from glaring at the news, but it quickly snapped into surprise. You stood there and smirked as he just looked you allllll over, before standing up and reaching a hand out. He just pulled you closer, burying his face into the back of your neck as he mumbled against your skin.
“The fuck you think you’re doin’? You know I hate early Christmas stuff.” He growled against your skin, trailing quick but light kisses up the soft back of your neck, occasionally pressing his lips harder into you.
“Yeah, but you love my body.” You said with a smirk, tilting your neck forwards slightly. He quickly shifted to using teeth, just little nips here and there. He hummed against you as he went to pull your festive outfit off, but you stop him.
He gives you a confused look, but before he even gets the chance to ask, you say the same thing to him that he always says to you. Even if you mean it in a much more different way than him.
“Ah ah. It’s still November, isn’t it?”
#Ahhhh I thought this was kinda funny#Use something he hates—early Christmas—but pair it with something he loves—your body#And then at the last second remind him of nnn cause his competitive ass wouldn’t let himself lose the challenge#mha#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki x you#bakugou mha#bnha fanfiction#bnha#bakugo katsuki#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#mha x reader#mha bakugou#boku no hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#bnha bakugou#bnha x reader#my hero acedamia#katsuki bakugou#bakugo x you#bakugou x you#katsuki
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i hope they had a nice vacation or something idk i didnt read the book. bonus height chart to convey dove is the larger of the two of them but ivy has height on her
#wc#warriors#warrior cats#ivypool#dovewing#thunderclan#shadowclan#i love it when people incorporate all of dovewings eye colours into her eyes. but its hard!#also i gave dove the double ear birth defect but her second pair is folded to look like little tucked wings :]#my art#marshals wc designs
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Reading (listening to, as Homer intended) the Iliad making me go oh. Ohhh. I should have done this before I read Gideon the Ninth. I get it now.
Particularly thinking now about the tidbit that in early drafts, our beloved gray-eyed Necromancer Warden of the Sixth House was named Diomedes Sextus. For Diomedes, king of Argos, young, brave, noble, heroic. Favorite fighter of Athena, bestest friend of Odysseus. And, notably, fought gods and—well he didn’t win exactly. But he got them good.
And specifically, he fought and wounded Aphrodite; Aphrodite, who is also called Cytherea.
And then of course Tamsyn Muir said she decided to change his name so she could make the Sex Pal joke.
Palamedes is a less heroic, less fondly remembered character in the Trojan War, but according to Plato, he unrelatedly invented both number and the alphabet, so you keep that connection to scholarship even if that’s not the first association with him. More interestingly, imo, there’s also an Arthurian Knight of the Round Table named Palamedes, best known for his unrequited love for Isolde (and his apparent ultimately gracious acceptance of her choosing Tristan).
I think this is actually a super interesting shift in thematic naming focus: from favored-of-Athena, fought-gods-and-wounded-them to unrequited heterosexual love, but didn’t act like a dick about it.
Also y’know. Sex Pal
#I also wonder when this happened because there’s the shared ‘am��� sound in Camilla and Palamedes that Muir pointed out#That she was going for with her necromancer-cavalier pairs#Abigail and Magnus have an ag/ga element; Cainabeth Abella and Naberius all have ‘ab’ before they became Coronabeth and Ianthe#Which is super interesting itself. Coronabeth an Naberius retained that connection while Ianthe did not#Muir talks about how she was going for that naming theme then ultimately decoded to kinda drop it#But Palamades and Camilla get to share that syllable sound. Because they are on the same wavelength and they love each other#The Locked Tomb#Gideon the Ninth
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you wouldn't know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum
#hameron#house x cameron#house md#house series#jennifer morrison#hugh laurie#greg house#gregory house#series#i ship these two so much#ship#i ship these two so hard#i ship them#i ship it#allison cameron#greg x allison#cameron x house#OTP#one true pairing#one true love#omar epps#jesse spencer#lisa edelstein#lisa cuddy#eric foreman#robert chase#james wilson#robert sean leonard
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Bonus: explain who your cats are and how you got them in the tags
#cats#catblr#personally i have 5#one was in a pile of leaves#in our driveway#two we got from a shelter#they were the only two in a litter and a bonded pair#one was in a bush around my father's townhouse apartment so we took him in#and one was from a shelter that my aunt works at#and i love them all very very much <3#this poll came to me while i was snuggling the one from the pile of leaves
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I can’t let you out of my life now.
Clark Gable & Claudette Colbert It Happened One Night (1934), directed by Frank Capra
#it happened one night#clark gable#claudette colbert#filmedit#filmgifs#filmtv#oldhollywoodedit#old hollywood#classicfilmedit#classicfilmsource#*#pairing*#now that’s a picture#best picture to be exact#I love you human bugs bunny
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Taking Care of a Tired Sukuna
Sukuna has had a long day.
Well, night.
Morning.
Fuck.
Working construction had been twisting up his sleeping schedule. At this point, Sukuna was starting to feel it in his body; in the strain in his muscle, and the aches and pains that randomly gripped him.
They had him working on a new project that could only be done at night, while the public was off the main roads, and that meant his new work hours were starting from sometime in the middle of the evening and ending in the morning or the mid-afternoon. Being nocturnal wouldn't be so bad if his commute home wasn't during rush hour. The traffic was always worse when he just wanted to crawl onto his couch and fall asleep there. And when he does come home at the end of the day - he's aching, exhausted, and every bone in his body is vibrating with the noise from a jackhammer or the hum of a forklift.
Sukuna has always liked something that keeps him busy, interested, something that tests his strengths. So, he can't say that he hates the job, but he does wish that it wouldn't occupy so much of his time. He's wont to forget things when he's so wrapped up in a new task.
Like today, for example, when he finally swings his truck around the front of his apartment building, barely making it off the freeway without murdering someone, and he spots your car parked there in his spot.
He starts a bit, his sleep deprived brain suddenly spinning as memory serves him.
That's right. You were supposed to come over today after he got off of work and spend the night- and he didn't plan a damn thing. There's no flowers in the backseat, he didn't stop to grab lunch for the two of you, he doesn't even have anything in his fridge for dinner tonight, besides a few forgotten beers tucked away in the side door.
As Sukuna searches for a parking spot much further down the street, he knows he should be disappointed with himself, but he can't help the touch of excitement that's suddenly dissolving the exhaustion from his muscles. Sometimes, Sukuna resents the fact that you manage to reduce him to this. He hates that he can't control that his heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing you again, like he's in some sappy romance novel.
But it was the hold you had on him, and he was starting to accept it.
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You got to Sukuna's apartment about two hours before he was scheduled to be home. It was a day off for you, and you woke up with butterflies fluttering around in your chest.
You were giddy to see him. You always were. And not a single butterfly has died in your heart-space for him since the moment you met Sukuna, around two years ago. He has tended to each of them since then with his gentle but stubborn touch, although, he would never admit it.
You adored him for that.
It's still early in the morning when you use the key he had made for you to unlock his front door. Immediately upon stepping in, you're hit with how dark his studio is. The sun had risen over the horizon hours ago, and yet, the only hint of its light came from a small gap in Sukuna's blackout curtains. When you pull them back, you turn around and wince at the room behind you.
Yep, he's working too hard.
There's construction tools all over the house; sitting on the counter, in the sink, on his bed-stand, there's even a huge oil covered machine beside the front door that you nearly trip on in your trek over to the curtain. His coveralls and work clothes are strewn across the living room like he's been too exhausted to even make it to his bed at the end of his days, which is not very far from the couch. Meanwhile, his bedroom and the kitchen look nearly immaculate, telling you he hasn't cooked in days and confirming your suspicions about his sleeping arrangements. You wander over to his fridge and pop it open, sighing hopelessly when you're greeted with nothing inside.
Good thing he has you.
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By the time he makes it home, it's around one in the afternoon. You've got his laundry hanging on the clothesline outside, more in the washing machine, and all of his tools and odds and ends have been sorted and dusted clean. You've opened every window he has, and cool, fresh air sweeps away the oppressed darkness his apartment held before. Everything was back in equilibrium.
When his keys jingle outside the door, you're just finishing up the last of folding his laundry. Sukuna steps inside, and your heart aches at how drained he looks despite the way his eyes widen as he peers around the room in surprise. His clothes are covered in dust from the construction site, and there's a smear of dirt on his cheek that makes him look like a chimney sweep. There's a tool in his hand that looks rather heavy, straining the muscles in his arm, but he seems to have momentarily forgotten to put it down. Half moon circles are embedded under his eyes, but they only bring out the intensity of his gaze.
"Hi 'Kuna?" You chime, calling his attention to rest on you.
He blinks, taking a moment to process the situation. You don't recognize the glimmer in his eyes then, and part of you starts to sweat at the thought of him taking this all wrong. Sukuna had never been particularly picky with you, but vice versa, you had never done something like this for him before. He never gave you the opportunity, after all. Out of the two of you, Sukuna was usually the one who was always effortlessly put together.
"You... cleaned..." He notes.
You swallow, "I did but I didn't move things around though. Just tried to put things back. Your laundry is right outside and I got you some groceries-" Sukuna drops the tool in his hand without warning, and you start talking faster, your voice raising a pitch as he starts towards you. "Okay, thinking back, I guess I should have asked. Maybe texted- no, you hate texting. Maybe called-"
“Did you clean the paint specks off of my air compressor?” He was standing in front of the machine beside the front door, which you painstakingly made sure not to ruin in your cleansing, despite having no idea what it was.
When he looks at you for an answer, continuing to close the distance between the two of you. You swallow the rock in your throat. “Too much?”
He’s made his way across the room and his surprised expression finally settles into a familiar hungry grin. He grabs you by the hem of your jeans, yanking you roughly towards him. You catch yourself on his chest, making a small noise of surprise. When you look up to scold him, Sukuna is an inch away from your face, his lips almost brushing yours, save for half a centimeter of space between them. He smells like sawdust and menthol, you can taste it in the close proximity as he greedily takes your breath away.
“Off. Now.” He growls, but his fingers are already undoing the button clasped in the front of your pants. “I’m about to fuckin’ eat you, sweet thing.”
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You end up skipping lunch, but you're well satisfied a few hours later. A certain hunger: satiated. Sukuna is resting peacefully beside you. You can hear his even breathing against the sound of the cicadas outside, screaming in through the windows. Seeing him so content, sets your heart at ease and you release a sigh of relief.
Now, to end the night, it was time to slip out of bed without him noticing to finish folding his laundry.
Or so you thought.
As you carefully peel back the blankets and try to sneak off the side of the mattress, a warm pair of fingers loop themselves around your panty line, effectively preventing you from going anywhere. Guiltily, you peek over your shoulder to see Sukuna glaring at you with half of his face still smushed into his pillow, genuinely disgruntled with the fact that you were trying to leave his bed. You can't help but chuckle.
"I'm just gonna go grab your laundry." You reassure him, brushing a tousled tuft of his hair out of his eyes. The knot between his brows deepens.
"Let me do that later. C'mere. " He tugs on your panty line, confident that you'll be submissive for him.
The sun outside was casting tall shadows on the walls of his bedroom and the glow was now deep and rich, telling you that it was preparing to set. You didn't want Sukuna's laundry on the balcony all night, which is what you were sure would happen if you didn't go and grab it now.
You hear a thread rip in your panty line interrupting your contemplation and, quickly, you grab his wrist, squeezing it as a signal for him to let go.
He continues to hold fast, his brow cocking in a silent dare.
"'Kuna, come on." You try, "Lemme take care of you-"
"You've been doing nothing but take care of me all day." He scoffs, like the idea of it is absurd to him. Rarely does Sukuna allow you the opportunity to show him as much care and adoration as you have today. Being doted on was not typically something he enjoyed. You knew that, and that's how you also knew that he was exhausted to his bones that day. "Get your ass back here."
There's a tug again, and another thread snaps somewhere. You pout at him, already having the foresight that this pair of panties wasn't going to last you long either. Your partner had the tendency to rip them off of you, and this wouldn't be the first pair to become a shred of what they once were. To be fair, he was also known for giving you his credit card and telling you to go buy "some things for him to see you in", so it would be at no cost to you. But, you happened to like this pair.
Sukuna watches you consider your options silently, unrelenting in his hold on your lace. When you peek up at his gaze, testing one more time, you know you've already lost.
"Don't make me chase after you." He warns, the promise of your inevitable surrender is evident in the predatory glint of his eyes. If Sukuna had a tail at that moment, it would be swaying back and forth, preparing for a pounce. "It's been a while since the last time I had you tied up. I do miss those sweet little bruises we left on your wrists."
You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention upon his recollection. The last time Sukuna had you in ropes, you had to call off of work the next day. Your backside stings with the memory, but half of you can't help but ache for it too. Tied up in Sukuna's bed while he was forced to care for the boneless pile that was his girlfriend, drunk off of his lovemaking? That wasn't the worst place to be.
But, on the other hand, you could tell how exhausted he was with the new construction project at his job. You have a flashback of showering with him at the end of the night and scrubbing sawdust out of his hair. Having to gently prod and kiss him awake as he fell asleep standing up in front of you. You were adamant that you weren't going to do anything to tire him further tonight.
Before you can properly give in, Sukuna must have decided that you were taking much too long to obey him.
His other hand reaches over and winds around your lower waist, pulling you backwards into the soft cushion of the pillows and easily flipping the two of you so that he’s mounted above you. In your surprised stupor, he collects both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins them above your head.
"You've forgotten how to follow directions again, kitten." His murmur is like velvet against your ear. His teeth graze over his favorite spot on the nape of your neck, where he’s already tortured it with his teeth and hickies. You didn’t realize how raw the skin was until he bites you there, drawing a whimper from your throat.
"Let's remind you."
#jjk#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#fluff#just love the idea of Sukuna coming home filthy#I'd eat it up personally#also good god i want to see this man in a pair of coveralls#my writing
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