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#guys this was really rushed and I'm gonna be so real but I've only seen clips for like half of these shows :')#good omens#our flag means death#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#ofmd#toh#the owl house#spop#steven universe#amphibia#heartstopper#red white and royal blue#young royals#rwrb#or is it#rwarb#hannibal#supernatural#bbc sherlock#sherlock holmes#that was so many tags#help#hits
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Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE
Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.
They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.
That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"
And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.
When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#danny and damian are twins#deaged danielle?#or did he find her right as she was cloned from him?#point is Vlad wants the baby and Danny is going “NO”#but he doesn't want to put her in harms way so he rushes her to the only person he knows is his biggest secret#Danny going to kick Vlad's butt though#for trying to clone him but making him a daughter instead#his core latched onto her instantly so shes his baby now#Damian tells one of others to be ready to record#hes about to bombshell Bruce with the knowledge hes a grandfather now#a young grandfather. remember Danielle showed up when Danny was about 14/15 sooo#yeah#None of the batfam is happy about the secret twin that was kept from even them#or the clone turned daughter thing#or the obsessive creepy dude after their secret sibling
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my little creature
#pangur#oriental longhair#she sleeps a lot of the day#it was really cute when we visited my parents. they have young cats that run around playing a lot#and she would parallel play from a few feet away. not interacting with them but just rushing back and forth in concert
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u get it
#if u dont get it then ur too young probably and im old af#my art#honk4art#smiling friends#charlie dompler#smiling critters#pim pimling#pim#pim x charlie#charlie x pim#scott pilgram vs the world#charpim#pimlie#i rushed this to get the idea out oof i kinda hate it a lil#follow me i draw alot of smiling fREidns#sorry cat on keyboard
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The way the flying hag comic implies that Toshiro just accepted that a flying hag would (randomly) chase him and try to KILL him as part of his life
and everyone just let him believe that?
His dad obviously didn't say shit even though he knew how to deal with the flying hag, Maizuru also obviously didn't say anything in front of him until they moment, did Beni know? And she said nothing? Girl??!
His fucking face always gets me djjfjdhd The Man Was Too Stunned To Speak
#Toshiro being way too casual/accepting about the horrors in his life. one day I'll make a compilation to support this concept.#dungeon meshi#rambles#toshiro nakamoto#Shuro#Nakamoto Toshiro#maizuru#“the hag would return the young master home” funny way to say “traumatised child rushes home fearing for his life”#dunmesh rambles
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pencil tool thingz
#young neil#neil nordegraf#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim fanart#spvtw#spvtw fanart#spto#eyestrain#ig#rushed but i still like the colors lolz
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Boo! 🎃
#artists on tumblr#napoleonic era#napoleonic wars#napoleon#napolka#napoleon bonaparte#young napoleon#anime art#chibi#halloween#pumpkin#ibispaintx#fan art#art#cartoon#digital art#digital illustration#artwork#that one art style I love but draw rarely#happy halloween#a bit rushed#the back of his coat's pulled up don't worry
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Cnayoy draw hinasouda pretty pleaseeee ^_^ (Kazuichi x hajime)
He dropped him after
#danganronpa#danganronpa fanart#digital art#fanart#young artist#art#cartoony artstyle#danganronpa goodbye despair#drawing requests#ship art#this is very rushed#im getting artblock#hajime hinata#kazuichi souda#hinasouda
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They’re cleaning sm random trap like the ballcrusher 3000 or smtg
#amanda young#mark hoffman#jigsaw apprentices#saw#sawposting#Rev Beartrap siblings???? What do ppl call them#saw franchise#saw art#This wuz super rushed ughhghhffhff
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𐙚𝒯𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇 ୨ৎ
𝒞ℴ𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒳 ℬ𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇
𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐨, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨.
𝐓𝐖: 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚
𝒴𝒶’𝓁𝓁 𝒹��𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝓌ℯ𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓉!!
Ballet was your passion. It was like when you entered that room, glossy hardwood under-toe and expansive mirrors across the wall— you forgot your body’s limits.
At the end of the day, the lactic acid would kick in and you’d feel like a true cripple. Your toes were cracked, your spine brittle, your legs stiff from being pulled so taught.
Coriolanus was so, so endearingly supportive of you. Your grace was unmatched in every endeavor you took, yet ballet was your calling. He was at every performance, your enamored husband, yet careful to respect your wishes of letting your success be solely from your work. You were adamant that you didn’t want him pulling strings for you.
If he couldn’t use his political power as President to get you ahead, he’d dote on every single other aspect of your dancing.
A leotard in every color you pleased. The best hairstylists and gentlest products to keep your hair silky and healthy, unlike what most ballerinas had to deal with. Hell, a whole dance studio in the presidential mansion all to yourself for the few days you didn’t have rehearsal with your dance company.
Coriolanus noticed in particular that your feet took the largest toll. Bruised and battered between heels for events as the First Lady of Panem and pointe shoes for performances as a Prima Ballerina… it broke his heart. He saw to it that your slippers were custom-made to fit your feet, the finest quality and comfortable as possible.
And yet, though the pain was exponentially better, your passion continued to discomfort you. You’d insisted how much you loved ballet, insisted that you didn’t mind some pain in the face of your career.
That didn’t mean that Coryo didn’t feel awful.
One night, Coryo slipped into the dance studio. You were somehow more awake than him in the late hours of the night. He’d finished up his address for the next cabinet meeting, and for the first time in the past few months felt truly ready for bed.
You? Not so much. You were in your ballet slippers, in a cream-colored leotard and pink skirt. Working your pretty little ass off. You were practicing an important routine for the next show, which you had an important role in. When you heard the door open, your heels immediately hit the floor and your head whipped to see Coriolanus.
You let out a soft sigh. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” Your husband cooed, his sapphire eyes shamelessly drinking you in. He waved a hand to you as he crossed the room to sit on the bench against the wall. “Keep going, my love, don’t let me stop you.”
You smiled a bit shyly, turning around so your back was to him. You met his eyes in the mirror as you began from where you left off in the dance, a dainty arabesque.
Coryo just leaned against the wall, his legs spreading lazily as he sat and watched you dance. You were absolutely captivating in every movement. Graceful and iridescently beautiful.
That was, until you couldn’t bear to dance on the pointe of your slippers and stumbled a bit. You groaned in frustration, slipping to your knees in a smooth and somehow still elegant motion.
“What happened?” Coriolanus sat up now, brows drawing in concern as you began to undo the ribbons of your pointe shoe. You shook your head, rigid with frustration.
“I think it’s time for bed.” You admit, slipping your right flat off and undoing the thick bandage wrapped from your heel to your toes.
You grimaced at the sight of your foot. Some of your toes were purple with bruises, cruel and mocking blisters on your knuckles. There were indivudual bandages around certain more damaged toes, a bandaid under the ball of your foot. The bones of your foot were strained against your skin. Even you could admit that you looked beaten.
Before you realized it, Coryo was scooping you up with his arms under your back and knees. You gasped a little, though it delved into a little giggle. He couldn’t pretend that your battered feet didn’t bother him, he couldn’t manage a smile. Your husband gently sat you down on the bench he had been on, reaching for your ballet duffel bag. He dug around a bit.
“Poor baby.” Coriolanus cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he shifted to kneel at your feet. In his hand he clutched a roll of soft pink bandages and a tube of Neosporin you kept in your bag. “It looks like it hurts.”
You hummed, admiring the sight of Coryo on his knees in front of you. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and baring his forearms, his dress shirt’s top few buttons unbuttoned. His hair was ungelled, to your delight. “It’s not that bad.”
But you flinched as Coryo pressed gently on a bruise with his thumb. He’d hardly applied any pressure, and you were reacting like that. “This? This isn’t that bad?” Coriolanus huffed, he held your foot in one hand and gestured to it by lifting it just a bit. He raised his brows, blue eyes wide in disbelief. He shook his head disapprovingly, looking down and applying some Neosporin to the opened blisters on your toes.
“My love, you’re pushing yourself too far.” Coryo murmured, his breath warm on your shin as he reached for the bandages. He took loving care in wrapping your foot, once, twice, as much padding as he needed to ease his mind.
You shake your head. “Don’t be dramatic, Coryo. This is normal.” You watched your husband’s jaw tick. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your ankle, his eyelashes tickling your calf.
“Normal, fine. But I’m not dramatic when I say that it hurts to see.” Coriolanus turned to lean his head against your knee, unraveling the ribbons of your other slipper with an agonizingly gentle touch. His fingers were featherlight, as if you’d crumble under his fingers. “You don’t deserve this. Such a good, beautiful woman as you shouldn’t have a scratch.”
You smiled faintly down at him as he slipped your pointe shoe off. He was unbelievably doting, despite what people might say about his coldness. Coryo was completely different behind closed doors. He melted with you. He adored you.
“You’re too good to me.” You murmured softly, Coriolanus scoffed and shook his head as he carefully unwrapped the fabric covering your toes. He could see the deep crimson staining the cloth already, his brow was already pulled taut.
You grimaced at the damage to your feet. Damn. You hadn’t realized it was bleeding until now, looking down at the rubbed-off skin and blisters cracking your toes. Now that the wounds were exposed to the air, they suddenly stung and ached. Coryo was staring down at your foot for a long few moments before rifling through your duffel bag for some baby wipes. He was sure this had happened before, he was sure you would be hesitant to tell him.
“My poor darling..” Coriolanus cooed, successfully finding a wipe and cleaning the blood from your skin. You whimpered at the touch on the raw skin, but when your husband looked up at you as if to ask if he should stop, you gently pushed your fingers through his blonde curls.
“I’m fine.” You assured him, watching as he squeezed some Neosporin onto the opened skin. Coryo was painfully gentle in wrapping up your foot, he cooed sweet words and apologies to you, though it wasn’t his fault.
Coryo was certain you didn’t deserve any of this pain that came with your passion. You were too good for any kind of pain, period. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your foot, his lips trailing up to your ankle, the length of your shin, your knee. That last kiss, he let his azure eyes flutter shut, humming lowly against your skin. You couldn’t help smiling down at him, gently scratching and rubbing his scalp. If only he could see himself now, kneeling in front of you, kissing up your legs and practically worshipping you.
“I love you.” Coriolanus murmured, propping his chin on your knee and looking up at you with soft eyes. Well, he was looking up at you like you were a goddess, like you were something to pray to. His eyes twinkled, his expression sincere.
Your smile only widened. You folded at the waist to press a kiss to the crown of Coryo’s hair, whispering, “I love you too.” That brought a fond smile to his lips, a little snort from his nose.
He tossed those devilish slippers into your bag after a long, lingering few moments of staring up at you. “Let’s get you to bed.” Coryo hummed, zipping up the duffel and swinging it over his shoulder as he stood. You moved to stand, opening your mouth to ask for the sandals in your bag, but before you could speak he was scooping you back up into his arms like a princess. You couldn’t help the giggle bubbling from your lips, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Coriolanus pressed his lips to your temple as he pushed the door open with his back, carrying you down the hall. He didn’t really care if a servant or an Avox saw you two; he wasn’t doing anything that a loving husband wouldn’t, anyway.
Your pain truly hurt him. Coryo felt an ache in his heart every time you’d complain of stiff joints or blistered feet. He made sure to have ballet slippers created specifically for you, so that you wouldn’t feel such pain again.
You didn’t have to ask; Coriolanus was a husband who jumped to your every need before the words rolled off your tongue.
#this is kind of rushed/crappy#I’m in suuuuuch a rut rn 😭😭#I think after this I’ll#take a few days break#to give my brain a break so hopefully I can come back a little more inspired#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow imagines#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow fanart#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow#coriolanus imagine#president snow x reader#young president snow#thg snow#thg coriolanus snow#thg tbosas#ballerina X Coriolanus snow#ballerina au#ballerina#coriolanus smut#coriolanus fic#snow thg#thg fanfiction#thg Coriolanus
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stargate universe is great if you're into extremely mentally unwell middle-aged men who keep getting put in Situations and never know an ounce of peace ever and are also doing almost everything wrong
#it's also just great in general#but especially if you like watching sad men suffer#stargate#stargate universe#sgu#everett young#nicholas rush#david telford
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i hate gay halloween what do you mean youre different eras of american rock band my chemical romance
#theyre in new jersey of course theyre mcr fans#john made billy's suit#also my apolocheese if this is a mess i rushed it because i need to do some halloween stuff#happy spooky month gay people of saw nation#motherdanger art#saw#saw iii#saw 2004#saw ii#amanda young#lynn denlon#John kramer#billy the puppet#jigsaw apprentice#lynnmanda#shotgunshipping#mcr#my chemical romance
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I'm opening a commissions sale until December 15 (or earlier depending on the requests) to cover some expenses, keeping it pretty basic and simple.
a reblog could really help <3
#commissions#flo draws#i really have no idea what to tag here I'm having faith in possible reblogs#feel free to contact me#if you have different ideas or more elaborate ones you can still dm me especially if your not in a rush we can work on it after christmas#hlcreators#1d fanart#evan buckley#bucktommy#buddie#young royals#911 abc
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If Arcane can't come up with a proper time line that makes sense for Vander and Silco, let the fan fiction writers do their magic!
#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#silco#arcane silco#vander#vander arcane#League of Legends#I'm happy we got to see young silco#but the timeline is an absolute mess and very rushed#it doesn't feel like season 1 pacing at all
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STARGATE UNIVERSE (2009–2011) ⤷ Resurgence
#stargate#stargateedit#sgu#sguedit#stargate universe#tvedit#scifiedit#chewieblog#userbbelcher#useroptional#cinemapix#mine*#sd*#everett young#nicholas rush#robert carlyle#louis ferreira#young x rush#userstream#dailyflicks#mediagifs#tvsource#tvarchive#filmtvcentral#im still not over whatever these two had going on
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You’re gonna look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?!
Somebody needs to cast this man as young Bruce STAT
#okay so i posted this in a rush at work and forgot damian is multiracial. that was my mistake.#i am sticking by the idea that he'd make a good teen/young adult bruce though#no i have never seen tua but omfg are you kidding#the suit. the face. the hair. the EXPRESSION. the family resemblance is crazy#also molly if you see this i need to rewatch the batman for editing purposes and you should watch it with me#dc#dcu#dc comics#batman#the batman#bruce wayne#aidan gallagher#robert pattinson
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