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joshym · 3 months ago
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ive been thinking about this for some time now and i just know you can create a wonderful one shot with it! (As always! 🤍)
ex husband Jake having to take care of your kid because you are going out on a date. You two co parent a beautiful child. Jake is picking up your kid from your house and catches you as you are getting ready for your date night. You two are still hopelessly in love with one another.
Fast forward to the end of the night, Jake comes back with your kid and sees how exhausted you looked after one of thee worst dates ever.
Let’s just say he wins you back. 🤭
(I kind of wrote this fast so i am terribly sorry if none makes sense)
alright, my sweet anon.
this request has taken up space in my brain for m o n t h s now. & i mean SEVERAL months. i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this.
but. be on the lookout in the next week or so. this story is gearing up to be one of my absolute favorites that i've written. it certainly took on a life of its own, so i hope that's okay. 🫣
i can't wait to share this. thank you for trusting me with it. 🥺🤍
*hint* the song all i want by kodaline might have something to do with this story. & yes. this one will hurt. it’s been an insanely difficult month, so i’m placing all of my emotions into this & le morte d’arthur right now. 😅
ps. i do have a taglist going for one-shots but let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this specifically. 🥰
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celestialalpacaron · 10 months ago
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HERES THIS REALLY DUMB IDEA THAT’S BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO SKETCH IT OUT SO FAST AHSJSKAKAKS
YALL know how like…Alastor has his little minion guys as his goons??? My brain said “I wonder what Husk’s minions looked like when he was an overlord….” And I WASSSS gonna give him little bunnies (hahaha magician motive) but they turned out too similar to Alastor’s so WHY NOT GIVE HIM SOME SEVERAL RIGHT (and left) HAND MANS HDJSKSKKSKASJA
Anyways DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH THIS INFORMATION :) 🩷
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opikiquu · 11 months ago
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iknow my comics are ugly please just hear me out
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smiuffzo · 6 months ago
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didnt plan on posting this today originally but decided that it actually fits really well with the beginning of the spooky season, so!
a fake doai movie poster inspired by posters for movies 'a short film about love' and 'on the silver globe', both by andrzej pągowski! and just for fun i also made a version with a shoddy polish title, how authentic am i right
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shouyuus · 1 month ago
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uh not to be super controversial but... i feel like /twirls hair/ complaints about fics should be... kept out of the tags? like... seeing it just makes me either want to write the thing more or quit writing (for that specific fandom / character) altogether.
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raineandsky · 2 months ago
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This is for @pleasantkryptonitewinner who requested the New Better Villain taking on the villain's hero and gettin a lil too violent with it :) hope you enjoy!!
tw: implied violence, blood
The hero, for lack of a better word, looks normal.
The villain isn’t sure what he was expecting. Most people look normal. But all those years under a mask, a charade… it kind of became all that the villain could see him as. The hero. Even now, looking him in the eye as the person he is—really is—it doesn’t seem real.
That and, well— the villain can’t deny that he’s pretty alright to look at. That was certainly an unexpected twist.
The other villain—the bastard he’s cursed to work with, the jackass taking his job, his nemesis, his city—has the hero in a death grip. It feels like it’s all moving in slow motion. The two of them are tousling, kind of, as much as they can tousle with the other villain raining hellfire on a hero that’s well out of his depth.
It’s strange, that the other villain seems to be the outlier here. The hero and the villain have danced around each other for years. It’s been some sort of unspoken rule that they never quite hit hard enough to truly maim. But the hero came here, probably expecting the villain, expecting their usual song and dance, and instead got met with an entirely different tune.
Does the villain want the hero dead? Does he want their game to end? He doesn’t have time to decide.
“[Other Villain],” he snaps, “stop it.”
The other villain leans back, his fist still balled in the hero’s shirt, his other pulled back for yet another strike. “Oh, sorry.” His chest is heaving, as if he’s the one losing here. “You want a go?”
The villain doesn’t know what his answer would be to that. “I think he’s got the idea. Leave off.”
The other villain doesn’t move. The hero wipes idly at the blood painting his mouth.
Like a child asking a genuine question, the other villain simply says, “Why?”
“Because you’re ruining my fun.” True. “You’re taking over on my nemesis.” True. “You’re on my watch.” Half-true, without the supervillain to take charge. “I know this life better than you. Let me do my job and stop butting in.”
“You’ve been fighting [Hero] for years without any progress.” The other villain’s brow knits, genuinely confused. “I’m doing you a favour.”
The villain glances down at the supposed favour he’s getting. Blood splatters the hero’s face, deep crimson painting his clothes. Something of a black eye is already appearing, and the villain hates that noticing that means he also notices that the hero is looking right at him.
He’s not sure why it’s so off-putting. Should he have caused that? Does he want it to have happened at all? His emotions are clashing together in a horrendous cacophony and deciphering any of them is impossible.
“Let go, [Other Villain].”
The slight frown turns into something more hateful. “No.”
“Your violence isn’t welcome in this so-called partnership. Pull it together, or go tell [Supervillain] you ruined his plan.”
“You’re generations out of date, [Villain].” It comes out of the other villain’s mouth as a spit. “Violence is the way forward. I’m helping in ways you’ll clearly never understand.”
The villain isn’t entirely sure why he lurches for the other villain, much like he hasn’t been sure of anything since the hero showed up here and ruined what was already a fairly shitty day.
The other villain has his work cut out for him with an opponent that’s not already half-dead, it seems. The two of them land in a heap on the ground, the other villain’s grappling for his partner’s throat and the villain’s grip tight on the other’s wrists and the air disappears from the villain’s lungs and the world seems so far away and everything is muffled—
The villain gasps his next breath, scrambling away unsteadily. The world slowly comes back into focus, the hum of the city below and his own haggard breathing tuning back in. He swallows nothing, the feeling a sharp burn in his throat, and whips around to look for the other villain.
The villain finds him on the ground, unmoving, the lightest trail of blood trickling from his nose. The hero is sitting next to him with a battered road sign lying at his feet, staring off into nothing.
“Did—” The word hurts. The villain tries to clear his throat and only makes it feel worse. “Did you hit him with a roadwork sign?”
The hero huffs a sort of laugh that melts quickly into a cough. He doesn’t look at the villain when he says, “Think it was about time I hit him back, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t know you had it in you. You’ve never hit me quite that bad.”
The hero actually laughs this time, the sound choked. “You pull what he just did and I’ll consider it.”
The villain hums a sort of laugh as well, settling on the floor opposite, and the two of them fall into silence. They’re both too tired to say much anyway.
This is another strange experience. The hero and the villain usually fight and go their separate ways. This sort of… hanging out is new. Different—and thankfully not the type of different that got them here in the first place.
The hero smiles at him, and even through the bloody face paint and the blooming bruises, the villain hates that he still looks good. Looks normal. Looks like a nice civilian that the villain would end up curiously following for a couple blocks because his half-decent face caught his attention.
The hero is, the villain supposes, a person too. Another civilian that looked at the state of the world and took up a side, just like the villain did.
“Thank you,” the hero says through the daze of annoyance, “for saving me.”
“Eh.” The villain waves a nonchalant hand. “It’s not like you were going to do it.”
That earns another choked laugh. “Ah, you’re funnier than you like to admit, [Villain].”
The villain scoffs in offence and quiet falls over them again. “Thanks as well, I guess, for…” He gestures vaguely at the other villain lying next to them. “Hitting my colleague over the head with a road sign.”
The hero’s smile grows. “You’re welcome.”
The hero reaches for his mask, just as stained red and tattered as its owner. He turns it over in his hands for a moment, slow and thoughtful, before carefully putting it back over his face. “Back to the heroics, then,” he says lightly.
The villain nods, but he’s not really listening. He finds that, now he’s seeing the person he’s familiar with, he preferred the hero without his mask after all.
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runraerun · 3 months ago
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Chapter 4 of Easy as 123 is LIVE! 📺
And look! More wonderful art from @racketti <3 He really understood the assignment (commission) and brought Mr. H to life! 🥹♥️ I’m so obsessed. Thank you again, my friend!!
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ghostfiish · 6 months ago
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Happy ten years to transcendence au and almost as long to Brian the organ duck! How time flies...
I haven't drawn anything for this au in ages but I did remake the 8tracks playlists on Spotify if anyone uses that. Before Brian shows up, imagine Dipper and Mabel are discussing songs to add to the answering machine playlist (which. that's. Did I mean hold music all this time? lol)
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stealingyourbones · 2 years ago
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Luke 24:46: “Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead.”
Original Art and MANY other versions of my art below
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cinnasalmon · 8 months ago
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In case you wanted to know what Gale and Astarion look like in my "style" lol (go easy on me ok its my first time drawing them 😳)
For callmesimplyflo on Twitter! ❤💪
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iceiclehorned · 2 months ago
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“Don’t look so down,” Burnice’s voice echoed, ruffling a soft head of hair, all the while building up the adrenaline in her veins, a grin already forming, embers flickering in the hues of her eyes.
“I’ll burn all your troubles away! Just you watch, you’ll feel better in no time at all!”
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Hello every artists for fan week YOURE FUCKING KILLING IT. IM IN AWE!!!!
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royaltea000 · 9 months ago
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[wip] get your ass off the battlefield and become the twitch streamer cosplay slut you were always meant to be
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demonwebs-a · 6 months ago
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this might be a hot take, but i feel like following duplicates of a characters shouldn't be as big of a deal as some people make it out to be bc every relationship ends up being so different and explores different facets your muse
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uldahstreetrat · 6 months ago
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I love all of you and all of your wols and ocs so much every one of your blorbos is my blorbo and I hope you give them a lil smooch on the forehead for me
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raineandsky · 6 months ago
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Hello, I was wondering if you could please write something where Villain thinks they are under a love potion slipped by hero’s allies. After every moment they see hero they feel they are in love with them. But when they confront the teammate they find, to their surprise that they gave them a ‘speak your heart’ potion to get them to confess their crimes and never expected them to have feelings for their friend. Coming to the shock and realization that they had indeed fallen for hero but had been ignoring it/suppressing it. Now they are at the point where they can deny it no longer. Thank you for your consideration and for reading this! I hope you have an absolutely lovely day! 💕
this was.... such a cute idea??? i liked writing this one, i hope you enjoy reading!! thank you as always for the request!!
Heroes are liars. The villain knows this well. They’ll lie, cheat and bribe their way into anything that might mean another villain in jail, another victory under their belt.
There are telltale signs of lying, of course. Looking away, shifting about, smiling awkwardly. The villain has learnt all of these, because they know that heroes are liars, but also tend to be bad liars.
This hero, from the villain’s deduction, is either an incredibly good liar or telling the truth. God, the villain wants it to be the former.
“Love potion turns blue,” this hero is saying. “When I poured the heart-speaker in your drink it went orange.”
The hero’s looking right at them, stock still, face blank except for what seems a little like horror. Liar, surely. He’s just a damn good one. “Bullshit. You’re— You’re fucking with my head.”
“I’m not doing anything!” the hero cries. “I’ve been following you around with a recorder because I was hoping you’d admit to your crimes! I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
The villain turns away from them—a mistake most villains know not to make, not that the villain particularly cares right now—and heaves a deep sigh. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Does it?
The villain is no stranger to love potions and their effects. How they noticeably warp their victim’s perception of reality, of who they can trust. The villain, subject to one such potion for one of the supervillain’s strange experiments, noticed that everything felt different, that their feelings on certain people had inexplicably changed. The effects also wore off after a day.
The villain’s been feeling like this for a week. Loose, almost detached, like honesty is the best policy even though their colleagues would scream for them to stop talking.
They’ve seen their hero more than once this past week. Carefully stamped-down, begrudging respect has blown up into desperate infatuation. Their hero says some well-practised lines about taking them down, the villain stutters out some of their own about never being caught, and then they fight, the physicality of it entirely overwhelming sometimes.
That’s more than a simple love potion has ever done to the villain.
Their hero is— how long has the villain been calling them that? That hero isn’t the villain’s anything except their nemesis. They need to get out of their own head before the heart-speaker drowns them in their own emotions.
“How… how long does it last?” the villain asks faintly.
“Well,” the hero says, “at least a week.”
“Oh my god. You don’t even know.” The villain scoffs in offence. “Jesus, I— I can’t see [Hero] again like this.”
“You’re freaking out, [Villain],” the hero butts in carefully. “You’re recognising your own feelings for the first time. It’s a lot. I get it.”
The hero doesn’t get it. The villain feels like the world’s about to end. “What the hell am I meant to do?”
“You could tell them.”
“Are you insane? No!” The villain wrings their hands, pacing thoughtlessly. “No, this isn’t right. The heart-speaker will wear off and everything will go back to normal. It’s fine.”
“I mean…” The hero glances down at the little audio recorder in their hand. It looks ancient, as most hardware does that comes from the agency. “I still have a ton of free space on this thing.”
“I’m not saying it out loud and I’m certainly not letting you record it.”
The hero shrugs, the lightest smirk weaving its way onto their stupid face. “I didn’t think you would. I do have some heart-speaker left. Enough for… someone else.”
On any normal day, the villain wouldn’t care too much about knowing what their hero thinks of them. But this day isn’t normal, and with this goddamn potion working its magic on them, the villain is painfully, embarrassingly desperate to know every little detail of their hero’s thoughts.
The villain squints at the hero to make it clear they’re not agreeing to this immediately, although their body language probably suggests otherwise. “Okay, well, it’s not your worst idea.”
The hero nods sagely. “I think I know which idea of mine you think is the worst. I’ll make sure this one isn’t to your detriment, though—it’ll be fun working with you, partner.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why, saving it for someone else?”
The villain wants to snap back at them for the tease as the hero laughs, but they can’t deny what the heart-speaker is forcing them to admit.
Yes.
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