#your honor they are soulmates
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xruiiii-blog · 9 months ago
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Still trying to get used to drawing these twoooo🖤🖤
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beedoes-stuff · 8 months ago
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now that cyril and dove are together…
you have Cyril, who…
will be lovingly/actively encouraged forced to get a proper amount of sleep whether he likes it or not
will show up to meetings with tiny lil braids in his hair done by dove (im rlly holding on to this one)
will have the pleasure of finding different colored post it notes all over his office in obscure places (courtesy of dove) ranging from sweet nothings to random facts (ie: “i love being around you” to “did you know sea otters hold hands so they don’t drift apart”)
will get sent pictures of inanimate object duos like salt and pepper shakers or a fork and a spoon with a message below it saying “us ❤️”
will be afraid things won’t work out because of how hard it is for him to express his feelings
will never have to be alone again bc dove sticks to him like a magnet
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macinthecaac · 10 months ago
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I was listening to the song "Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips and I just can't believe how much this song reminds me of Rocky and Grace, it's KILLING ME
The lyrics remind me so much of how Rocky sees Grace, especially the line "You will never sleep alone, I'll love you long after you're gone" BECAUSE GRACE WON'T LIVE NEARLY AS LONG AS ROCKY AND HE'LL HAVE TO KEEP LIVING WITHOUT HIM AFTER 40 YEARS OR SO 💔 AND THE WAY ROCKY WANTS TO WATCH HIM SLEEP TO KEEP HIM SAFE, AND WAS SAD OVER KNOWING GRACE HAD TO SLEEP ALONE
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As soon as I figure out how to draw Rocky (and also the rooms in the ship, I can't figure those out) I am making an animatic of Rocky and Grace to this song. And NOBODY can stop me
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boneswriting · 2 years ago
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Purple Flowers ; Antonio x Reader (SFW)
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art is official by netease!
shoutout to @callimaria
tags: Antonio Paganini, Identity V, The Violinist, Antonio x Reader, fluff, flowers, Robbie, the Axe Boy, Memory, Little Girl
warnings: none!
side note: the reader is depicted as gender neutral and has no predetermined attributes, other than they wear an apron. reader does have a feminine-ish nickname
word count: 1,872
The Survivor’s side of the Manor was, more often than not, nothing but chaos. There were some individuals who attempted to keep peace but other than that it tended to be a free-for-all.
Emily Dyer, the Doctor, usually made food for everyone at breakfast and dinner. Sometimes, other Survivors would lend an extra hand when she was particularly overwhelmed with her work. She had once complained to Miss Nightingale that they needed someone to help with upkeep. Yes, they were victims held hostage in a murder game, but they were still people and wanted to find comfort in the few things they had. Emily never heard anything back, so she assumed Miss Nightingale ignored her. Emily, for once, was wrong.
Mary, better known as the Bloody Queen, was quick to make use of the new Caretaker. She often sent them her dresses to be mended and such, as Nanny was adept in sewing and the likes; they enjoyed fixing clothes for the Manors inhabitants.
“Memory, my dear, would you like to go outside and help me plant these seeds?” Nanny asked, currently in the Little Girl’s room folding her clothes. Said girl was sitting on the floor playing with her plushies, looking rather bored. The second she heard the offer, though, she was quick to jump up and began tugging on the Caretakers apron.
“Yes, yes!” She pleaded. “Please! I’m so bored and I don’t have any other matches today. I may just die of boredom…”
“Don’t say that, silly goose.” The Caretaker pinched her nose, which made Memory giggle and swat their hands away. “Would you mind if Robbie joined us?”
It was an unspoken rule that Nanny was the pseudo-parents of the younger ones, specifically Memory and Robbie, better known as the Axe Boy. The 2 kids got along rather well and, in the odd chance they have a match together, they act like they don’t see the other. Nanny could also be found with Helena, the Mind’s Eye, helping her with tasks that she was unable to do. Helena would wake up each morning with an outfit neatly folded at the end of the bed. She knew it was Nanny trying to help out, as Helena tended to wear clothes that didn’t match at all. A note, printed in braille via a printer, would say the young lady’s matches for the day. Helena had no complaints, though. She enjoyed the Nanny’s help.
“No, let’s go get Robbie!” Memory agreed happily, raising her arms so her caretaker could pick her up. The Nanny did just that, balancing the Little Girl on their hip. The two navigated their way through the Manor before walking into the library. The duo didn’t know where Robbie was so they just started checking where he usually hung around: the kitchen, the library, or the garden. His reasoning was he “didn’t like to be left alone.”
Nanny looked around, seeing if they could find the telltale sack he always wore. Much to their surprise, they found the young boy sitting next to a tall and pale Hunter. From what they could see, the Hunter was helping Robbie read, their long finger guiding Robbie’s focus on the words and helping if he mispronounced anything, a smile on his face the entire time. Nanny grinned, happy that someone else was fond of the child. Even if he was dead, he was still young and deserved the education and affection he never received.
Nanny walked up to the two hunters, stopping a few feet away from them before clearing their throat.
“Pardon for Memory and I’s intrusion,” they gestured to Memory who was still sat on their hip. She was taking a small nap, it seemed. “We just wanted to know if you would like to join us in the garden, Robbie? I did manage to get my hand on some juniper seeds if you would like to help us.”
Robbie looked up from the book the other Hunter was holding before jumping up from the couch and crashed into Nanny’s torso, giving them a tight hug.
“Yes, please!” He giggled. He tugged on Memory’s foot in an attempt to wake her up. “Wakie-wakie! Let’s go play outside!” He cheered.
Memory quickly woke up before wiggling around, happy to see her best friend. Nanny quickly, but gently, dropped the Little Girl to the floor. Robbie immediately grabbed her hand and they ran from the library and made their way to the garden. Nanny watched them run with a fond look on their face, happy they could find consolation in one another despite the circumstances.
“I apologize for interrupting your time with Robbie.” The Caretaker said, turning to the unknown Hunter. He had long black hair and wore a rather dirty looking purple suit.
He gently closed the book, set it beside him, and stood up from the couch. His joints popped from the pressure they were under and he stood up as tall as he could go. He had a permanent slouch and slow walk due to his catalepsy, spasticity, and dyspepsia from his former life. Despite the limitations of his body, he tried to ignore them and enjoy what little life he had.
“It is no issue,” he dismissed, his smile somehow getting a bit bigger. “I was unaware he had a friend, but I am glad he does.” He held out a hand before introducing himself. “I am the Violinist, Antonio Paganini. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”
“I am the Caretaker, but everyone calls me Nanny-“
“No, dear,” Antonio interrupted. “Your name.”
Nanny, slightly perturbed, gave the tall man their preferred name. He repeated it, the action sending small shivers down Nanny’s spine. They wouldn’t deny he was rather attractive.
“Lovely to meet you. I shall call you Nanny, your name will be a secret. I shan’t speak it to another soul.” He promised.
“Thank you, Mr. Paganini.” Nanny smiled before shaking his hand. Antonio lifted their hand to his mouth before placing a small kiss on their knuckles.
“Please, just Antonio. Would you mind if I accompany you to the garden? I would enjoy the honor of getting more acquainted with you.”
After more polite conversation, the two walked side by side to the garden, lightly joking around with each other. Antonio noticed that Nanny had slowed their pace significantly and chose to walk alongside him rather than hurry on without him. It brought a warm feeling to his chest.
Some days passed and the two adults quickly started a routine. After lunch, Nanny would collect Memory so she could play with Robbie. They would go to the library where Antonio taught Robbie. The kids would immediately run off, two little partners in crime.
Nanny and Antonio had grown rather closer, too. Instead of remaining a respectable distance from one another, they now walked and sat shoulder-to-shoulder. It looked like they would’ve known each other for years if you didn’t know them.
“I kid you not, dear, with his chalice full of wine-“ Antonio, giggled, retelling a story with animated gestures. Nanny was sat beside him, clutching their stomach and slapping Antonio’s knee as they laughed. Antonio loved making them laugh. He loved any noise they made for it was a symphony to his ears. Their laugh like a brass sections part, their giggle like the violins, and their cry like soft flutes. He cleared his throat before starting again, already waving his hands in the air. “- this fool drank it in one heaving gulp before looking at the empty chalice. He looked so furious, he was convinced someone had drank all his wine when he wasn’t paying attention.
He rounded everyone in the room —I’m serious I mean everyone — and forced them to be stripped to their undergarments so they weren’t ‘hiding his damn wine’.” Nanny began laughing harder to the point where they were crying yet no noise was coming out.
“Woo- I refuse-“ They had a quick fit of giggles before resuming. “- to believe anyone that idiotic has survived as far as that baboon had!” They laughed once more before quieting down, clutching their pained stomach.
“You and I both, darling,” Antonio smiled before redirecting their attention. “Do you need to care for the plants before we return back to the Manor?”
“Oh, shit!” They shot up and went to a nearby shed to gather all the tools needed to attend to the garden they had cultivated.
Antonio watched the Nanny in content, eyes closed as he basked in the sun and swayed to the humming of Nanny. His “second life” at the Manor wasn’t quite as bad with them around. The tall male continued to daydream before checking the time. His body complained as he stood, yet he ignored it anyways and stalked over to Nanny.
“My dear, I believe it is time to stop for today.” He spoke up, standing behind them. He extended a hand, waiting to help them up.
Nanny shot him a smile that made his heart hurt and fill his stomach with butterflies. They accepted his hand before clearing their throat, a slight blush on their face.
“Antonio,” His heart sung hearing them say his name. He would almost think he was in heaven if he hadn’t sold his soul. “I wanted to give you this…”
They trailed off, presenting a small cluster of light purple lilacs. Antonio just stood still, hoping this was not a dream. Nanny continued to get more red in the face waiting for his response.
“Can you put it next to the other one in my breast pocket, please?” He requested softly, a sincere smile on his face as he bent down a little giving them better access to the pocket that held a small, dead flower.
Nanny, still red as fire, shakily placed the flower in the pocket before brushing small specks of dust and dirt from the chest of the man in front of them. A finger suddenly hooked under their chin, forcing them to meet Antonio’s gaze.
He whispered their name, making their heart flutter even more. “May I kiss you?”
A moment of silence passed by before the Caretaker jumped up, wrapping their arms around the Violinists neck and pressing their lips to his.
He laughed into the kiss before wrapping their arms around their waist, spinning them around in joy.
For once, Antonio was in control of his choices. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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HEAR ME OUT!!! TrollGear. Ruth x Putrice. They are both very horny. Ruth would be into her girlfriend being a troll that could probably kill her and think it’s really cool and date someone as horny as her. Putrice has had to hide her troll traits her whole life and in the Lands That Are trolls are seen as evil creatures and are hunted, She could have someone that wouldn’t think being a troll is an inherently bad thing but thinks it’s awesome. Born to be soulmates, Forced to be in different universes.
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petrichormeraki · 2 years ago
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not Grian being into skulk at the start of his season and not Mumbo being into skulk at the start of HIS season, separately, 10 months later
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mo-mode · 10 months ago
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Grover: Sir 🥺🥺 we’re so sorry but we have no idea what happened to our train cabin—
Percy and Annabeth: WHAT KIND OF STUPID ARE YOU, MR. TRAIN COP?! OOOH YOU THINK SOME TWELVE YEAR OLDS DID THIS?? SO WHAT YOU’RE GONNA ARREST US??? HUH???? POST UP
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clownmitts · 1 month ago
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Lyrics from Pink in the Night by Mitski, comic clearly inspired by Eunnieboo's
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lupinflowrs · 3 months ago
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jily in every other universe <33
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mydairpercabeth · 9 months ago
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liesmultixxx · 3 months ago
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annabeth: *pouring her heart out*
percy: *nodding*
(internally: the earrings!!! oh my gods the love of my life looks so wonderful😍😍)
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not him focussing on little details because he’s just that whipped
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dotcircledot · 4 months ago
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i miss them
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itsmuffiiee · 5 months ago
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Woah.. hey everyone!! Sorry for disappearing for a bit.. good news! I have a colored version of sun I plan on posting later this month! but for now please enjoy these doodles of the sillies! Been having a rough time and thinking about them always makes me feel better!!
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“Sun- Shut up” is my personal favorite of the doodles doodle.. ‹𝟹
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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 5 months ago
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It would be funny if after finally becoming a dragonlord Merlin kept finding dragon eggs and just goes to Arthur and be like "Hold this for a minute, I'll be back" then runs off to do chores or fight off another sorcerer attack with Arthur just standing there with a "wtf? Why am I holding this giant egg?! Is this a dragon egg!!?"
Then Merlin returns and thanks Arthur with a quick kiss on the cheek (my boy don't realise he did it) before running off with his egg to find a safe place to store them; this goes on for a while, Arthur wants to question Merlin but if he does would Merlin stop giving him kisses on the cheek? Because he might not admit it out loud, he likes it and looks forward to it everytime Merlin unconsciously does it which is whenever he holds those giant eggs or when he does something unexpectedly nice for his manservant.
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wynntermelon · 1 year ago
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shizun, do you think we're together in other universes too?
inspired by falseknees on twitter
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butyouaremymess · 1 month ago
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Penelope and Colin being little shits 🥰
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