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jensojkaobecna · 6 months ago
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Jedinej šutrák!
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lupuscaliber · 8 months ago
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even from a distance i can hear her, i try to listen but her whispers make my ears hurt
erifef sex with a gohst animatic. do you see my vision
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clarablightt · 1 year ago
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santa claus just received the most bizarre “no homo” christmas letter from singer-songwriter michael bublé
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thegunlady · 11 months ago
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It’s almost time for the best Christmas tweet of all
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shippy-pjo-shipper · 1 year ago
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That was such a good week to follow you guys!! Thanks to everyone (the alabaster fandom, that I love with all my heart) who participated! If any of you writes, draws or creates anything new feel free to tag me! I'll always take a look at it and reblog it with pleasure!
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warmcomfylife · 2 years ago
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I miss Christmas already.
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vryfmi · 4 months ago
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[id from alt text: a monotone drawing of Lockwood and Co book trio. the three of them are wearing warmer clothes and rapiers at their belts, they stand in line: Lucy's closer to the viewer, then Lockwood and George. the two are talking to each other, Lockwood is smiling while George has a neutral expression. Lucy's disconnected from conversation, she' shushing at her rucksack on her back. the speech buble that comes from it has a shape of the skull with cartoony faces of George and Lockwood with crossed out eyes making skull's eye sockets./end id]
book trio from magma drawing session with @honorarypines!
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digi-lov · 7 months ago
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Digimon Card Template->
Hey guys, I finally finished the templates! A few words to read before using, and more words under the cut if you will. I'd love to see any and all cards you create, so feel free to leave me an ask or DM! Also if you feel like supporting me a little, feel free to stop by my ko-fi->
First off, all fonts you need for the template are in the "Card Template Fonts" rar file. Remember to install them first before opening the files. Second, I recommend working with the PSD file in Photoshop, if you can. It has more and easier customization. If you use CSP, do use the CSP files. The PSD Text layers don't work in CSP, as well as certain other settings. I did my best to adapt the file to CSP, and it should work fine!
The Files have "HELP" layers in certain folders, I recommend reading them! Some of the Information I will repeat under the cut.
HAVE FUN! I wanna see lotta cards!
Okay, below the cut I'll leave some notes on how the Digimon cards are designed, as of the num <03> era at least.
Digimon cards have seven different colors. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Black, Purple, and White. White cards are rare and reserved for special Digimon/Tamers, and usually don't interact with other colors. For easier reading, Yellow and White cards have black text in their colors, instead of the usual white text. On multicolored cards, card including Yellow (or white) have white text with a black outline. (before <03> if Yellow was the first color, the text was black with white outline instead, but they unified it with the update) The color on the left is considered the first color. Since the design update, the Card color is displayed in a color wheel around the Play cost. The digivolution cost bubble also recieved a color wheel, as well as the buble being split into the differen colors. Imagining it like a clock, the top color is the first, and then circling clockwise. Digi-Egg, or Lv.2 Digimon are always single color.
[tricolored cards have been introduced just recently and super rare. use sparingly]
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Now to the Effects. The main effect is in white color with a black outline (also outlines on the keywords), while the Inherited Effect doesn't have outlines (unless it's a Yellow double color). If the Digimon has no Inherited Effect, there will be a small dash in the box.
Only white cards have black text in their main effect.
The effect text will start in the lower bottom of the image, not all the way at the bottom, and go down from there. If the Effect is too long it will move up.
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Besides the regular evolution requirements, Digimon may have special "Digivolve" rules in their effect. This can make an evolution from a specific digimon cheaper, allow X Antibody Digimon to evolve from their normal counterparts, serve to overlook color requirements, or to allow evolution from certain traits, etc.
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Some Digimon may also have an extra "Rule" in the bottom corner.
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Ace Digimon will always have [Hand][Counter]<Blast Digivolve> effects. Most of them have no inherited effects. They also have a significantly cheaper play cost than comparable Digimon, but in turn have the Overflow mechanic. EX6 introduced Blast DNA Digivolution, which specifies the required Digimon by name, and not just Level and color.
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Lv.6 Digimon usually don't have inherited Effects, some might though, if they were made with Lv.7 evolution in mind. Furthermore Lv.6 Digimon pop out of their frame, even on the normal arts.
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Now Tamers originally had neither traits, nor inheritence effects. But certain Tamers now do! Tamers with Mind Link effects, or the kids from Frontier for example, will have Inherited Effects.
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Option cards have a grey backdrop for their effects, and the effect text is black. This black effect text carries over to full/alt arts, regardless of color. The have a (use) cost instead of a play cost. They can also have traits or rules, but it is rare.
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sturgeonposting · 3 months ago
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hey I think you might be interested in the flag of the city of Saratov with not one, not two, but three sturgeons on it.
(pictures - the flag and the coat of arms)
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oh wow oh eow ph wow oh wow ob wow oh wow LCan you all believe it can you even believe
I wanna know if this is like a modernized version of the flag or if their coat of arms has always been lowkey wack cause wht is thaaatt why ia it shaped lile a text buble
The sturgeon make up for everytjing though so i love this flag
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sunflowersandsapphires · 1 year ago
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Hi! Can I request something?
I would love some fluff with Frank with these prompts: thunderstorms, pillow forts and cuddling under a blanket
I hope it's okay that I picked three... I couldn't decide on just one :) Thank you 💕
Hello lovely! I made this a hurt/comfort/fluff fic. I hope that’s ok! I am so happy to give Frank all the gentle things. (Title based on Hold On by Michael Buble)
Stronger Here Together
pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 
summary: Frank receives comfort after a nasty mission.
Warnings: swearing, implied depression, non-graphic descriptions of violence
w/c: 1.8k
Keeping his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, Frank desperately tried not to let the pounding raindrops drive him past his current stimulation threshold and into total insanity. This mission was the worst he’d had in a while, with the universe kindly throwing every possible worst case scenario at him despite his growing irritation. 
First, the target zipped across state lines mere hours after he’d gotten set up in a vacant motel room, meaning he had to completely reevaluate his stakeout location and do a whole other recon session in a new area. Then, the bastard made the brilliant move of teaming up with a local sex trafficking ring to peddle the drugs he’d been selling all over the tristate area. Which, fine, Frank was always ready to rid the world of some fucking perverts but these particular perverts happened to be toting massive amounts of guns, which was why he now had 4 crudely sutured wounds aching across his torso. 
Of course this was far from the end of his horrific three week endeavor. After nearly passing out from blood loss, the overwhelmingly understanding agents of the CIA and homeland decided to blame him for shit going south. And that meant he’d received earful after motherfucking earful from Madani about every little misstep he had apparently taken. All of this made up the shit sundae—top that with the pulsing aches from injuries and stiff muscles, the sheer exhaustion from the stress and intense lack of sleep, and the fact that he hadn’t seen you in 19 fucking days? Yah. Pissed didn’t even begin to describe his current mood. 
He’d sent you a short, discrete text from his burner, just letting you know that he was coming home and where his mind was at. At the beginning of your relationship, he’d come back from an equally long, equally stressful trip and exploded on you when you tried to dote on him. Though he’d never admit it, he still has nightmares about the hurt in your eyes and the sound of your sobs after he screamed at you to leave him alone. He’d man up and talk about his feelings if it meant never seeing you that upset again. 
Letting his mind wander, the tension in his body faded slightly as his thoughts drifted to images of you. His gorgeous, gentle, thoughtful girl who deserved so much better but refused to let him go. After that first rough experience, you’d learned to be less persistent with him, to treat him almost like a feral dog. Lay out some things and let him care for himself before coming to you. 
And that is exactly what you were doing while Frank drove home to you—busying yourself with household chores as you tried to make the space as cozy as possible. Though you were a bit nervous about his reaction, you had a few tricks up your sleeve to cheer both of you up on this gloomy Sunday. Once the living room was set up, you finished wiping down the counters, lit a scented candle, and nestled into an armchair while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. 
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After a 7 hour drive, and a mile long trek through the pelting rain from the one free parking spot he could find near your apartment, Frank was ready to collapse and block out the world for a week. The rough, soaked denim of his jacket was rubbing at his skin, making him downright miserable as he trudged the last few blocks to your place. Hauling himself up the stairs and in front of your door, he knocked once before resting his head against your door frame. 
Opening your door, your sweet smile morphed into a concerned frown as you took in the stiff, sopping wet man before you. 
“Oh Frankie, what happened?” Carefully pulling him into your apartment, you let him remove his boots while you snatched your softest towel from the linen closet. Handing over the cloth, you helped him strip off his drenched outer layers as he cleared his throat to speak. 
“Couldn’t find a spot. Had to walk a bit.” His voice was more gravelly than usual after being silent for so long. You tutted in sympathy, taking the damp towel and clothes from him. 
“Bet that was exactly what you wanted after the past few weeks. I’m sorry, honey. I’ll throw these in the wash. Did you want to shower?” You resisted the urge to pull him into a hug, not wanting to overwhelm him. 
Frank nodded, scrubbing a hand over his face as he shuffled to the bathroom. Turning the shower on and removing the last of his saturated clothes, Frank sighed and rubbed at his strained eyes. Taking a moment to look around, his spirits lifted slightly as he realized you’d clearly prepared the space for him. The small tiled room was pristine and scrubbed of any debris, with a clean towel and fresh set of clothes hanging over a towel bar. Christ, he loved you. 
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The sounds of water bombarding ceramic walls soothed your nervous heart as you started your coffee maker. If you’d been the one to walk a mile in a torrential downpour, you’d be craving a hot drink and some soft fleece blankets when you got home. Thankfully, you already had the latter covered. 
There was a small squeak from the bathroom as Frank turned the shower off, shuffling around behind the door before emerging in a tee and sweats. Nodding his head at you, he grunted. “Thanks for the clothes.” 
“My pleasure, pumpkin. Make yourself comfy, I’ll have coffee ready in a bit.” Pulling two mugs from the cupboard, you bit back a smile as Frank turned and finally surveyed your hard work. 
“The hell is that?” 
You couldn’t stop the giggle that burst out of you at his grumpy confusion. “It’s a pillow fort!”
“A…pillow fort?” Frank scratched the back of his head, looking inquisitively at the structure you’d built. 
Nodding eagerly, you came to stand next to him. “Yup. When I was little, my siblings and I would always make forts on rainy days. I haven’t done it in years, but I thought we could both use a pick me up today.” Shifting from foot to foot, you looked up at him through your long lashes. “If you don’t like it, or it’s too childish, I can put it all back and we can pretend it never happened.” 
“Hey, no, you don’t need to do that, doll.” Frank wrapped his arms around your hesitant form, drawing you into his chest before kissing the top of your head. “I wasn’t expectin’ it, is all.” 
“Would you like to sit with me? Or did you need some time alone?” Your words were slightly muffled by his muscular torso. 
With a snort, Frank tilted your face towards his. “Fuck no. Spent enough time with myself the past few weeks.” Kissing you tenderly, he brushed a thumb over your cheek. “I’ve missed ya like hell, sweetheart.”
“God, I missed you too, Frankie. So much.” 
Resting his forehead against yours, he pressed a kiss to your nose. “Why don’t you show me around the new setup?” 
Giggling happily, you took one of his hands in two of yours and tugged him over to the towering stack of cushions. “Well this is the entrance, obviously.” 
“Obviously.” Frank’s mouth twitched, feeling the dark cloud over his shoulders begin to fizzle away as you showed him the comfy nest you’d built. 
“And, if you come inside…” You scrambled into the fabric cave on all fours, Frank followed in a more rigid manner, his aching joints not pleased about the new posture. 
The structure you’d built was quite impressive. You’d utilized damn near every piece of furniture in the living room, but that meant it was tall enough for you both to sit up and sturdy enough to not collapse on top of you. There were strings of small lights hanging from the makeshift ceiling, and a pile of the softest blankets and pillows you owned waiting to be burrowed in. Everything about it was so unbelievably you that Frank could have cried. 
“So…” Sitting back on your knees, you gazed at him with wide eyes. “What do you think?” 
“It-it’s perfect, doll face.” He pushed past the crack in his voice, hoping you wouldn’t question it. “I love it.” 
“Would you like to lay down?” You offered, pulling back the duvet at the base of the pile of blankets. 
“Fuck yes.” Frank groaned, making you laugh. 
Plopping down on the squishy surface, you made grabby hands at him, earning you a hearty chuckle before your broad-shouldered love crawled on top of you. He peppered your face with stubble-rough kisses as you squirmed beneath him. 
“Frank!” You laughed, placing two fingers over his lips. “As much as I love your kisses, you should really lay down. I can see how much tension you’re holding.” You punctuated your murmur with a soft hand placed between his shoulder blades, fingers massaging the resolute knot beneath his skin. 
With an appreciative groan, Frank’s chin dropped his chest, his body inadvertently sagging downward as it stopped resisting gravity. Towing him atop your own horizontal body, you gently positioned him so that you could continue to knead at his upper back while he melted into a puddle beneath your fingers. 
Letting out a soft sound that was more moan than hum, Frank squashed his face against your neck. Kissing his forehead, your free hand came up to card through his damp hair. 
“Better?” You teased, knowingly. 
Nodding, your stoic boyfriend remained silent and pliable in your embrace. 
Carefully pulling the blankets over the two of you, you grinned as Frank shuddered with a satisfied groan. The poor guy was practically falling asleep, head pillowed on your chest as you tugged at his hair gingerly. “Did you want something to eat or drink before passing out? I think the pot of coffee I started is about ready.”
“You made coffee?” The muscular lump of boyfriend that was splayed over you rumbled hopefully at the notion. 
“Course I did. Wanted you to have something to drink when you got home. It’s decaf though, figured you’d also want to sleep.” 
“Mmm love you.” Was the only response you received. With a giggle, you nudged Frank so that you could see his face, which had gone peacefully slack thanks to your ministrations. 
“I love you too, pumpkin. Sleep first, or coffee first?” 
“Sleep. ‘M tired as fuck.” 
Chuckling, you pulled the blankets tighter around the two of you. “Sleep well, handsome. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
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rjhpandapaws · 1 year ago
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Day 2: In Pyjamas
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Text: Honestly, you're lucky I even have pants on.
Image ID: Hand drawn Panda-racoon-human hybrid with a pale skin tone neon green racoon ears with a light purple inner ear. A racoon tail with a green tip, white base, and two purple stripes. He is heavy set, shirtless, and in neon green shorts. His eyes are purple with green eyeshadow on the upper eyelids. He is stretching like he has just woken up. To the left of his face is a speech buble that says "honestly, you're lucky i have pants on". End of image ID
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kyrobehere · 21 days ago
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Here's Rina and Wither Storm Eclipse carving a pumpkin!
While carving the pumpkin Rina almost cut herself but Wither Storm Eclipse luckily stopped her ^^
The text Buble is from Rina's other fathers, Papa Eclipse and Lord Eclipse from @rayne173 au.
Used a base.
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pocket-ghostie · 3 months ago
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Incorrect quotes with my new story <3
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Penelope: Can we go out to get icecream?
Kai: Did you ask Miriam?
Penelope: She said no...
Kai: Then why did you ask me?
Penelope: Shes not the boss of you
Kai [thought buble]: It's a trap. Its a trap. Its a trap-
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Miriam: When Penelope was born, the gods said, "She's too perfect for this world."
Azara: Please. When she was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."
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[Penelope kicking down the door]
Azara: What did you do?
Penelope: NOBODY DIED!
Azara: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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neveralarch · 1 year ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Aw thank you :) I'm gonna do all non-TF stuff just for fun so strap in for small fandoms. I'm also v v self-conscious about self-reccing so i have attempted to let go of shame here and just pick some of the ones i've been rereading myself
A Harder Road - Johannes Cabal | gen | pg | 7.8k
A pastiche of Nikolai Gogol's Dead Souls which means that this fic has an audience of like. Three. You have to be in it for the silly narration, the idea of being able to buy souls through 19th CE Russian bureaucracy, and brotherly hate. But I'm really pleased with how this one turned out given the life circumstances I was in at the time, and it always makes me happy to look back on. If nothing else, highly recommend Dead Souls itself.
Just Like Ice on the Dune - Baseball RPF | gen | pg | 26.5k
Tim Lincecum and Hector Sanchez do magic together and win the world series. Baseball fandom (writing fic or watching games) is weird bc you get very into these players who then retire and disappear, but I've kept a soft spot for these two. This is another one from my grad school misery period - I think I'm prouder of these bc they were very hard won haha. This fic totally consumed my December and I almost missed the Yuletide deadline but I had tons of fun writing about Baseball superstitions.
Mirror - Tortall (Tamora Pierce) | Jonathan/Thom | adult | 1.7k
Very early Nev foray into genderfuckery and toxic relationships. Really I only recommend this if you a) remember Tortall fondly but b) wish it was even more explicitly messy.
Tudor Spies and Perfidy - The Ten Stupidest Things I've Heard Since Richard III's Remains Were Identified | gen | pg | 700 words
Because I used to write so much for Yuletide, I have a lot of fics for internet ephemera. I think this one is especially fun and also the blog post is worth remembering. Read it if you love nonsense time travel and shaggy dog stories! Also, in the same genre, honorable mention to this fic about Michael Buble being stalked by a velociraptor.
Hypocrisy Was Our Text - Skyfall (Bond Movie) | Bond/Silva | Teen | 11.5k
Once, long ago, I was going to write a novel about Shakespeare. Then I scrapped it and used all of the research to write a Elizabethan retelling of Skyfall. This is soooo fun to me and if I had the power to compell all of you to read one fic on this list it would be this one. But. I also get very weird about teeth in here. If you like historical AUs but not weird teeth stuff, allow me to rec this 17th century Dr Who epic instead haha.
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gxdmade · 6 months ago
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@lovehungered asked: [Phone Contacts]
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Contact Name: Certified Loverboy💛🍋 Image:
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(they're so tired of him /affectionate)
Ringtone: Sway - Michael Buble Text Tone: Egg Timer
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sparklecarehospital · 2 years ago
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THEY WAY HOW HIS TEXT BUBLES ARE ORANGES 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
ORNCH BUBBLES!!!! I wanted his bubbles to be cute :] The side patients all have special bubbles!!!!
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