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[ibahibut]

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[kayascodelorio]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) S02E03―No Pain

[mobius-m-mobius]

Sometimes our emotions get the better of us. You can say that again.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[nat-20s]

[silentgrim]

cassie's everday fits! 🖤

dress // white stockings // shoes

dress // lace accessory // tights // shoes

top // skirt // tights (basegame) // shoes

top // skirt // tights (basegame) // shoes

[waveoftheocean]

"i can see it in his eyes" 🥰

[magickkart]

Was idly scrolling through @gaenzlichtot blog and found this old fanart I drew 6-7 years ago (What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck) Decided to quickly sketch a redraw while my phone was charging, ended up sweating over it for longer than intended. The power of procrastination

The original is also under the cut. Had to link it to my friends blog, because I did a purge of all my aftg fanart in a fit of pique like five years ago

[carnation-damnation]

The gossiperssss

[unspuncreature]

There’s nothing that can be said or done that will change the truth that they will love each other despite it all. Across distance and over time, through betrayal and lies and hurt and truths, nothing was strong enough to sever the bonds that tie them together, and nothing ever will be.

from Say Anything by @palfriendpatine66

i love this fic so much. words don’t convey. i will say i did dry sob at one point and made some presumably ugly faces while i gnashed my teeth in agony

the ways this work reflects and transforms canon, mirrors it back as if through a prsim; touches deeply yet delicately on disability, aging, complicated relationships, fucking up and trying to fix things; depicts obi-wan and anakin orbiting one another in painful and beautiful ways… it all makes my heart ache.

thank you for writing and sharing your work, pal. i couldn’t convey how much i love this fic through comments and words alone, so i drew my feelings :o)

if you haven’t read this work, i can’t recommend it enough <3

[stuffeddeer2]

Your legs wrapped around his waist. How scary! Being so high up in the sky wasn't on your to-do list this morning, and the quick speeds he was flying at only served to make it worse. Eyes shut tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, the best you could do was pray he didn't drop you.

"Settle down, pretty. We've landed." With flushed cheeks, Hawks gently patted your head.

Still holding onto him as tightly as you could, you shook your head, which was buried into his chest.

Hawks smiled at the action, finding your fear to be a little cute. So, no more heights — got it. "We're on solid ground, promise."

One of his hands begins carding through your hair, trying to help you relax. Honestly, he'd be happy to remain in this position with you, but you both had a job to do.

You were shaking like a leaf, trying to steady your breathing. The feeling of his gloved fingers in your hair did help relax you, finally pulling your head from his chest and opening your eyes.

Ah, it's quite pretty out.

A gorgeous sunset sat on the horizon, immediately relaxing you. Limbs no longer shaking, you quickly unwrapped yourself from Hawks' torso and stepped onto stable ground. Or stable roof, rather. Heights isn't your fear, but apparently flying is.

"It's pretty," you murmur, fixated on the warm reds filtering through the air.

Teasing lilt to his tone, Hawks replies, "Not nearly as pretty as you."

You spin to look at him with a smirk, and Hawks could feel his heart soar. He's used to flying through the skies, but the sight of you with your smile, surrounded by such a perfect view nearly took his breath away.

"Remind me to never agree to fly with you again."

Trance broken, Hawks chuckled at your words. "I might have to goad you into it. How else can I have such a pretty birdie cling to me so tightly?" His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets, signature charismatic grin causing you to roll your eyes.

"You could always ask, y'know," you wink back. Hawks would love to ask, he'd love to take you out properly. The idea of you holding him by your own volition almost makes him swoon.

"We should— "

"Are you in position?" sounds from both of your earpieces.

"Yes," you reply quickly and professionally.

Hawks frowns, eyes downcast as the flirtatious mood you two cultivated changes to something more serious and professional. Right, the mission.

He uses his feathers to silently pick the lock of the door that leads to the roof you two currently occupy. Saying nothing in his earpiece, he slowly moves the heavy metal door to try and make the least amount of noise possible. You can do all the talking; suddenly, he doesn't feel like it.

[greghatecrimes]

the ducklings reaction to this is HILARIOUS. they (hilson) are sooo married

[r-aindr0p]

No.

Love this event, but I will never forget this offense, bracing myself for when I'll have to read that again

[loopingthroughstars]

i couldnt stop thinking about this post and. well.

[shannonsketches]

I just wanted to play with color on Toyotarou's art and I these panels spark the most joy

[cosmicwhoreo]

I love you and your art!!

And if you don’t mind can you explain Gold Choco’s lil eye thing? Looks neat.

bokay why not-

Gold's monocle serves a couple functions, acting more like a monitor screwed into Gold's face than just a regular eye. He mostly uses it to take notes, discreetly research random things and (his personal favorite) hack into cameras around Earthbread and be a little nosey nancy. He doesn't need it to have control over his extra limbs or workshop, but it is vital for him to always be watching and always be listening. which is why he hates going without it, he HATES the idea of not knowing everything.

His "tell" on what emotions are more genuine than others is if the monocle is sparking or not. He also can't actually blink with that "eye", even if it makes it seem like a cheeky wink or whatever, it's always perceiving. (unless of course he's going through to many thoughts, then it becomes staticky and fuzzy-)