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5iyoomi · 3 months ago
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✧˖ mualani gf hcs 🌊
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fontanian gn!reader, mostly fluff but some are suggestive
-Girlfriend!Mualani who likes to hear about your experiences in Fontaine and any other nations you've been to. She loves watching how your face lights up when you talk, but when it's about something bad, like the prophecy, then she's there to hug you if you get sad
-Girlfriend!Mualani who makes sure there's never a dull moment in your relationship. She'll always somehow rope you into trying new things with her, simultaneously helping you get over your fears in the process. You can't swim because you're afraid of the water after what happened but still wanna learn how? She'll teach you!
-Girlfriend!Mualani who never makes you feel dumb or bad for feeling scared or thinking you aren't that strong. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses; she always lets you know that she loves you regardless of any of that, though
-Girlfriend!Mualani who brags about you all the time, whether you're far away or right by her side. She's proud to have you as her partner, lacing your fingers together every chance she gets and telling everyone she knows about how much she loves you
-Girlfriend!Mualani who does your hair for you when you're down, running her fingers through the strands and recounting embarrassing memories from when she was younger. If it gets you to laugh, even just a little bit, then she's happy
-Girlfriend!Mualani who's the most supportive person you'll ever have in your life. Anything you wanna do, she's there to cheer you on, and if you get upset that you aren't immediately perfect at it? She's understanding because she's been there too, telling you that you can always try again and that she'll help however she can
-Girlfriend!Mualani who lives to show you how fun every day can be, regardless of if it's a slow, boring day where you go out and pick flowers with her, or an eventful one where you're watching the pilgrimage together
-Girlfriend!Mualani who kisses you under the moonlight by the hot springs, whispering praises against you and holding your chin between her fingers. She'll gently bite at your bottom lip and trace circles into your thigh, and if you let her, she'll go further
-Girlfriend!Mualani who can't fall asleep without you by her side, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close to her. You told her her hair tickled one night, and the next time you cuddled you noticed she'd put it and her bangs back in a messy bun
-Girlfriend!Mualani who wakes up before you, holding you in her arms and running a thumb over your palm until you wake up to her smiling face. You know it's gonna be another good day when you do
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spookdoodles · 1 year ago
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today's warm up sketch, suggested by @thebiscuiteternal!
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bad-traffic-smp-ideas · 2 years ago
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Pearl Life. Pearl is basically just allowed to do whatever she wants.
As is her RIGHT! Watchers forbid women do anything 🙄
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mayasdeluca · 2 years ago
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dsavre All of my experiences have led me to this moment, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you. Help me make it everything I dreamed it could be and more by tuning in live to watch @station19 on @abcnetwork at 8/7c
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facedock · 2 years ago
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the way I literally have this taped to my wall right next to my desk. I simply imagine that Face(/Starbuck) is my bestie and I'm working so I can help her pay for her transition. truly so motivational. 💖🙌
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elviradreaminess · 1 year ago
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karlach my precious heart 🥺🤲🏼❤️‍🔥
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snap-my-kneecaps · 7 months ago
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To further add emotional distress to this already emotionally distressing image, apparently Crosshair is crying here..
If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go and scream in the corner for a while
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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years ago
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ALICD MY BELOVEDEST 💞💞💞
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asexual-shelly · 3 months ago
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hi *throws this at you and runs headfirst into a lamppost*
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#dandys world#dandy's world#dandys world shelly#dandy's world shelly#dandy's world sprout#dandys world sprout#my art#YIPEEEE#been wanting to give my shelly design a mild update since looking at it more ive been a bit dissatisfied with it#shes got tentacle tails now!!! they have a mind of their own and sorta just move around idly/used for expressing emotions#also for the face itself i gave her rounder eyes to emulate her weird soulless expression in-game bc i love that sm#i never elaborated on it in my og design but i like shelly being super active and outdoorsy since shes a paleontologist#so the bandages on her arms are mostly from cuts or injuries she's gotten while searching for fossils#unrelated detail but i think it'd be funny if she was like. comically strong aswell#anyways sprout!!! he is also here.#no but I love drawing sprout hes such a fun guy to draw. i love his fuckass hot yaoi base looking skull he so triangular#ofc i gave him freckles bc look at him. he deserves those.#struggled a bit with the colors and decided to just lean into the striped pink + green fit he had going and thought it worked out fine#naturally had to give him the charm i mean come onnn ppl!! he usually keeps it tucked in underneath his sleeve so its not damaged#also its sorta unclear in canon but i thought it'd be cute if sprout had the sweet charm and cosmo had the savory charm stead of vice versa#they just keep a little bit of eachother wherever they go <3#damn been a bit since ive rambled in my tags#watch out chat the yappers back at it again 😈
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celifin · 8 months ago
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Okay,,, yknow what its alhaitham art dump post time
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lavendula calderon
(art on the right by @/henrike-does-art-sometimes still crying about it to this day)
BASIC INTRO: lavendula (she/her) is a 28 year old mother of three at the start of paramour, turning 29 by the time her own story requiem for the monochrome begins. she was betrothed to her much older husband, helianthus calderon when she was only seventeen and gave birth to their first child, a daughter — viola — at eighteen. her next child barbatus and her husband’s pride and joy is actually not his; but the result of a summer love affair between lavendula and her besotted servant terian, and finally she and helianthus’s final and more sickly child rumex was born after that. she is the fifth youngest child of the gunn family (if you include hyacinthus), and perhaps the most celebrated member of their little clan as her husband is a prominent traditionalist vying for power and she is the perfect upstanding traditionalist wife. it is a role she donned long before her marriage and has been taught by her mother belladonna how to be the perfect gentlelady since she could walk.
APPEARANCE: lavendula is a remarkably beautiful woman, some could even venture to call her handsome. her skin is dark and velveteen and her lips are full and plush. despite her pregnancies she has a “perfect figure” still, and her hair is long, curly and a deep royal purple, reaching almost to her mid back. she is tall for a woman however, standing at a little under 5’10”.
PERSONALITY: described as the perfect wife by many, lavendula is a woman chained to her demure and motherly persona; likened to the turn of a key in a windup doll to power the clockwork motor of her heart. she keeps her feelings buried deep within her, only allowing herself outlet through art and most spectacularly and rawly through her charcoal pieces. she is a very unhappy woman, yet there is some part of her that wishes she still had the naivety to hold onto hope that things will change. however, she does make the most of it. when in her element and free of pressures from authoritarian figures in her life lavendula is delightfully witty and well spoken. she is extremely observant, choosing her battles carefully. she admires those such as hya or erecia who can be themselves more plainly.
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transsongtaewon · 7 months ago
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I don't think Yoohyun is agender I think he's gender apathetic. No he doesn't have a gender and no he doesn't really care. He's a guy by virtue of people calling him that so he just goes with it because it's not like he cares.
One time he walks in on Yerim doing her e-shot and asks her what she's doing and she says "I'm trans? You didn't know that???" and he say "no what do you mean"
And Yerim sits there for a second and contemplates if she wants to Explain Trans to Yoohyun of all people but they literally live together so maybe he should get the basics so she says "you know, because when I was born they said I was a boy but I'm actually a girl?"
And Yoohyun is like "what"
And Yerim is like "cause I feel like a girl"
And Yoohyun is like "what does that even mean"
And Yerim in her endless grace tries to explain "you know how when you were born they thought you're a boy and you feel good as a boy and if everyone suddenly started calling you a girl and treating you like a woman you'd feel really bad"
To which Yoohyun says "no, not really, why would I care what other people call me"
And then they stare at each other for a few seconds and Yerim decides that explaining "non-binary" or even "agender" to Yoohyun sounds like the stuff of nightmares so she just doesn't cause he seems happy enough as is anyway.
(also if she pursued this to the end they may get to a point where Yoohyun realises he's not actually Yoojin's younger brother so he couldn't call him hyung anymore and she thinks if that happened Yoohyun would probably spontaneously implode)
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gremlin-boah · 3 months ago
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*gently picks up molly and gives her a lil smooch on the head* I love you, molly
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Love you girl <3
@tinycas she's jus a lil pretty ladyyyy~
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pachirobi · 1 month ago
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"I know love is real, because I exist, and I am full of it."
Coming back from the dead to celebrate the anniversary of @agent-4-art-contests. It's so nice to finally have time to participate in one of these :']
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redwinterroses · 10 months ago
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There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.
False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…
She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.
“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day. 
There is no other reaction to her call.
False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.
She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.
The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though. 
Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes. 
The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.
Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.
It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.
She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”
Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.
“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”
Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.
She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.
“Oh, hi there, False!”
False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.
Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.
“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”
“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.
“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem. 
More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall. 
“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.
False takes a step back.
“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”
“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”
There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye. 
“Um…”
“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.
Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.
“Etho’s not here, is he?”
False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back. 
They taste of sweet rot.
“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.
Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead. 
Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”
“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.
“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.” 
False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.
“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”
Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”
False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.
“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”
“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.
“Oops! Behind you, False!” 
Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.
The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes. 
“Oh no.”
The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.
“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.
The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.
“...Dangit.”
[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]
~*~
Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there. 
“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault. 
Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.
It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light. 
And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:
Half a stack of cherry logs.
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dr-spectre · 1 month ago
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Sometimes i think about this
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I wanna know more about their childhoods like
Fryeee how many friends did you haveee?
Like real friends how lonely were youuu
Oh Frye.... I hope Nintendo gives you the depth and time in the spotlight you deserve girl....
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Nintendo did such an awful job at diving into Deep Cut's past in their own game. All they did for Deep Cut was just TELLING us shit instead of SHOWING US EVENTS!! They should have shown stuff man... Showing Frye starting off as being alone and aloof, someone who was so busy that she couldn't make friends... hell, maybe her parents weren't around that much, and her grandpa and siblings were her only company.... Until she meets Shiver and develops a bond with her after skipping a class and spotting her. Maybe she skipped classes because she felt so frustrated and upset... and alone... so she sneaked out to sing with Shiver on rooftops. Ugh... Nintendo hire me I'll fucking help you guys please.
I need to write more fanfics...
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