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slackersunite · 7 months
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eminent obsidian
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slackersunite · 7 months
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what caused the wound? how large the teeth?
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slackersunite · 7 months
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Alright I get it, he's hot- 🦇🍷
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WIP rough sketch for further big art 💔
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Delicate Hunger
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slackersunite · 7 months
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Be my mirror... tell, how you see me?
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Astarion is the vampire of my heart. I adore his voice, I adore his gestures, I adore how much work the writers did to show his character so multifaceted and touch on psychology. I love to appreciate and anger Astarion. And I understand all those who admire him or cannot tolerate on their team!
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Free, finally.
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Love bite 🍷🍷🍷
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slackersunite · 7 months
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... I play Baldurs Gate for the plot.
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slackersunite · 7 months
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I had to draw my boy
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slackersunite · 10 months
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When I Saw That Dim Light
Chapter 1: Like a Moth to a Flame
Blood soaked through the bandana tied around his head, dying it a deep red color. Zoro limped through the street dragging his swords behind him and clutching at his side. His wounds were fatal, but he was a great swordsman. It would take more than this to defeat him. The light brown dirt of the street stuck to his boots. The cool night heat clung to his skin. Insects buzzed under the dim yellow street lamps. This street was filled with shops. The orange and yellow glow flames spilled out onto the rapidly darkening streets. People chattered. Metal woks clanged. Oil sizzled. Workers called out to possible patrons on the street.
Zoro kept walking. Those who saw him gasped and moved away from him. Some delinquents leaning against a store wall whistled at him. "Oy samurai. If you can't handle your swords give em here!"
Zoro barely heard them. He continued forward, hoping to find a quieter place to sleep for the night. He didn't know how long he had been walking for or where he was in relation to where he had been. His vision started blurring and he moved towards a small shop. Steam billowed out of its orange noren and loud chatter and laughter came from inside. Zoro walked towards it and collapsed near its stone steps, leaning against its walls.
Some moments later, three women stepped out laughing and stumbling. "Bye Sanji-kun!"
"See ya later!"
"Come over next time Sanji-san!"
Their shrill goodbyes were followed out by the lilting voice of a tall thin man. "Bye now ladies! Come againn!"
The man stepped out of the shop watching the women walk into the night. He sighed, putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. He wore a clean apron and his chef's hat tilted to the side, revealing his blonde hair. Smoke puffed out of his mouth and he began to head back inside as the women moved out of sight. Just as he was about to put out his cigarette, he noticed the man slumped against the ramen shop. He was bloodied and his clothes torn.
"Oy, oy. Don't go lying out here. You'll scare away the women." His previously friendly voice had become serious.
Zoro made no movement. The chef stepped closer, lightly tapping the imposing man with his foot. "Hey, swordsman."
Sanji leaned forward, inspecting the man. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't conscious either. Then, loud enough to hear over the clamor inside the store, the man's stomach grumbled. Sanji raised his eyebrows, unamused. He kicked at the man again. "Hey seriously, get up."
The man made no movement. Sanji huffed. "Ugh." He grabbed the man shoulders and started dragging him around the building, mumbling the whole way: "How can he sleep when he's hungry and being dragged around like a drunk? I won't have your blood all over my shop floors."
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slackersunite · 10 months
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"And I would kneel forever at your feet, but ask me not to prostrate myself for I wish to see you."
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slackersunite · 1 year
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From this fanfic - Frostbite
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slackersunite · 1 year
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you & i
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slackersunite · 1 year
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slackersunite · 4 years
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Post canon Toph who doesn’t want to go back to her shitty parents so she just decides to stay in the Fire Nation and bum off Zuko’s hospitality.
Zuko’s like no, yeah, I totally get it, and just makes her one of his advisors. At first it’s just so she has a good excuse to stay but after the first meeting Toph storms out shouting about how EVERYONE was lying why would you even need to lie about what kind of tea you want??
Zuko: I mean they’re politicians.....but also who, and when, and in what way
They make a subtle Morse code system so Toph can warn him when someone is lying to him without tipping anyone off that she can sense lies.
Zuko gets a reputation for somehow being both extremely socially inept and yet somehow disgustingly perceptive?? You can’t get ANYTHING by him???
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