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Adventure time redraws

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More soulmate AUs

Everything is black and white until you meet/touch your soulmate AU

You can communicate with your soulmate through your mind before even meeting AU (x)

You hair colour always matches your soulmate’s AU (x)

You feel your soulmate’s emotions as well as your own AU

Soulmates have a half of a tattoo each AU

Soulmates die shortly after meeting AU (x)

Soulmates can read one anothers’ minds AU

You can taste what your soulmate eats AU

Soulmates have the exact same tattoos in the same place AU

Soulmates feel each others pain AU (x)

Everyone owns a compass which points to their soulmate AU

Your soulmate’s touch can heal wounds/fade scars AU

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It’s About Time -Part 4

And let the weekend fic spam…. BEGIN!

Reminder: Part 5 will be posted sometime tomorrow and the new angsty oneshot that doesn’t have a name yet will be posted sometime Sunday.

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m impatient so HAVE ALL THE FICS!

One more to go guys!

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“Kagome?” Sango shouted, throwing the front door open and rushing in, her boyfriend following her hasty entrance and slamming the door shut behind them. “Kagome are you here?” Her voice was louder, more panicked as she curved around the entrance and through the kitchen, turning on every light in her path.

“Sango, we’ll find her.” Miroku stated, trying to calm her nerves. She ignored him, calling out to Kagome again as she entered the living room, clicking on the lamp near the couch. Sango bit her lip, the lipstick long faded from her incessant, nervous chewing.

She released a heated sigh that caused her throat to tense, tossing her damp ponytail behind her and hurried down the hall, twisting the cold, metal doorknob to Kagome’s bedroom and pushing it open. She flipped the switch, the dim light illuminating the clean, empty room. The heart secured behind her rib cage thumped erratically, her pulse racing a mile a minute.

Sango wasn’t able to find Kagome again at the party. She’d fully expected her best friend to return to her side eventually, but she never did. After about a few hours the worry started to eat at her. Kagome and Sango had a strict check-in policy. Meaning, even if they were mingling separately, which was occasionally known to happen since Kagome was a social butterfly, they were to text one of two specific code words they’d put in place.

If everything was fine and they were enjoying themselves, the word to send was Kirara. It was the name of Sango’s cat, and per Kagome’s logic, she was so sweet that everything associated with her name had to be good.

If something was wrong, they were even slightly uncomfortable, or they just wanted to go home, which they always made sure to arrive and leave together, the word was Shippo. It was the name of the stuffed fox doll Kagome had since she was seven that, even now, sat at the head of her bed.

Sango had checked her phone repeatedly throughout the night waiting for something to come through. She’d even texted her friend, asking where she was and if she was okay, only to receive nothing in return. After too long, she started asking all the familiar faces she knew if they’d seen Kagome, and none of them had. Miroku jumped in and asked around too. How was it freaking possible that no one had seen her since they’d walked into the party?

“Sango!” She whipped her head around, her cold, brown locks slapping the side of her face as she responded to her boyfriend’s call. He stood just outside the doorway to the bathroom at the foot of the hall, leaning against the frame and gazing in. His dark brows pinched together, causing creases in the center of his forehead just above the bridge of his nose. The room had been dark when she raced by initially, but the yellow light Miroku must have turned on bounced out into the hallway against the man’s olive skin and the white wall behind him.

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It’s About Time -Part 2

Cliffhanger but also not a cliffhanger? Yikes.

Anyway, here’s part 2 of 5! Thanks again to @itsyaboibankotsu for editing and shit like that. She’s the best, I swear.

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“Miroku, get your bitch ass up!” Inuyasha bellowed from the entrance of their apartment, not caring in the least how hungover his roommate was. He slammed the door for further effect, waiting to hear the pained groan come from the room down the hall.

It was sweet music to his ears after the shit he’d gone through the night before just to bring him home. He’d never felt so violated in his life thanks to the drunk bastard and his wandering hands.

Dropping his backpack in the doorway, he walked down the hall, throwing Miroku’s bedroom door open to see the darkened room with empty water bottles littered everywhere. His friend laid in the center of his queen-sized mattress, the blankets hardly covering his mostly undressed body, with a pillow over his head in an effort to block out any and all noise.

Not today, mother fucker.

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Idk if you can tell but I’m rewatching adventure time

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Hipster flame princess cuz why not

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Marshall Lee for the soul

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Some soft todoroki

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I did @vansies dtiys and lived for it :3

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My color spectrum babies. I live and die for them

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A quick draw on my new app

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I feel like the yuri on ice fandom is dying so I drew yuri plisetsky

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Anatomy practice with Inosuke :)

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Inosuke!!!!

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I literately drew it

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I’m literally about to draw this

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My baby boy Tanjirou