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every-captain · 9 months ago
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For your fic, "what keeps you here", since it is in an alternative 90s does that mean it possibly has Kate Bush and her albums?
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I'm going to make this man listen to Never Be Mine.
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thought-begone · 6 months ago
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I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way
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batbabydamian · 7 months ago
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happy booping! 🐾
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duckysprouts · 6 months ago
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if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.
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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 3 months ago
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Okay 3 things
1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends
2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)
3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh
#KNOX ART (me)#Sonic the Hedgehog#Aroace Sonic#Rouge the Bat#miles tails prower#amy rose#knuckles the echidna#Shadow the Hedgehog#how to explain the fact that I think Amy crushing on aroace sonic is lovely. I love you but not like that and you liking me doesn’t make me#uncomfortable so you can keep doing it its okay i won’t’ ask you to get over it quickly no ones as fast as me#dysfunctional in the sense of Sonic says stuff like that without meaning it in that way and it feeds into Amy’s crush even though she knows#he’s not going to return her feelings#ALSO I DREW ROUGE!! SHE’S LOVELY!! OUGH!! I LOVE DRAWING WOMEN!!!!!#sonic dropping the fact that he views shadow in a very positive light after they’ve been at each others throats arguing for thirty minutes#multi-ship but make it mostly one-sided who isn’t’ a little bit in love with sonic romantically or platonically or anything else in between#look at him#then he scarfs down a chili dog and no one can take him seriously#drives them all absolutely insane with his nonsense#imagine hearing this dude say something genuinely heartfelt and for a second it flips your perspective of him#and then he’s telling you your eyeliner is crooked or pointing and laughing at you cause you stumbled or doing a handstand and bragging#about it and nope he’s exactly the same except IS HE?#hyper-competent sonic that leaves everyone wary of him#heartfelt sonic that makes so no one can ever quite hate him#jerk sonic so that no one can ever quite worry for him#I’m mentally ill over the hedgehog can you tell CAN YOU TELL????#HAPPY AROMANTIC AWARENESS WEEK IG THIS IS NICELY TIMED HGLKJSDLFAKS;LDJ#are we getting into ooc territory? I honestly couldn’t begin to tell you I’ve seen 3 clips of of rouge and Amy between the two of them HGLK#i forgot i wanted to do one of sonic asking shadow ‘can i hold your hand now’ and shadow looking at him like he’s insane
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months ago
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For moment, you are home.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#granny wen#a-yuan#wen qing#wei wuxian#wen ning#wen bin bin#Si-shu#I had hopes to post this for Valentine's day - but I chose to practice self-love and get some sleep.#Instead I am here on the day of this blog's two year anniversary to reminisce and give thanks.#Not quite about blog stuff. That's for another post. I have quite a few treats to share for this anniversary!#Rather...I've been thinking about my own relationships and the bonds I've forged and broken.#The transition between environments...when you leave somewhere and hear about how all the people you were once close with-#-have been moving on without you? It's so bittersweet.#You want to be happy for them. You wish you were at their side. You cannot be at their side.#Relationships change like the tides. They ebb and flow. Sometimes they crash so hard into the shore it reshapes it entirely.#The truth is that we are more surrounded by love than we realize. Even when we feel utterly alone - there is someone who wants to help.#And to me this scene strikes a chord in that way.#This is the reminder than even though you feel like it is all burning down around you - you are loved.#There are people who miss you. People who are so thankful for your presence in their life.#And most importantly of all. And I say this from the heart: There are people you have yet to meet.#Remember this in the darkest of days: The future is full of loves you have yet to see. The present is also full of love you forgot to see.#Another reminder to go tell someone you care about how much they mean to you today. It matters.
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magicpiano · 2 months ago
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I sort of like the idea of Bruce accidentally adopting Damian. Something happened which caused Damian to run away from the league and towards his father, but all he knows is that is father is batman. Before he can ever find him though, he is taken in by Bruce Wayne.
Damian intended to just slip away the first chance he gets, but somehow his escape plans keep getting interrupted. Eventually he begins to like living with the Waynes so much he starts to consider simply not looking for batman. After all, his father never came for him before. And what proof does he have that batman is so great anyways? He might as well stay with the people who actually like having him around.
Damian assigns himself as the Wayne family's protector because these weak foolish people could certainly never defend themselves. After the third foiled kidnapping attempt Damian is sure he could never leave. They would all die without him. Frankly he is amazed the Wayne's behavior hasn't gotten them all killed yet.
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keferon · 8 months ago
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Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.
Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao
Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.
In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs
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#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#I just#mmmmm#For the whole fic Prowl had to think twice about everything Jazz says#every information could end up being wrong#sometimes even without Jazz realising it#so when Prowl says#he’s trusting Jazz. it’s.#also it totally wasn’t me googling ‘believing and trusting nuance difference in english’#the moment I realised the difference I think my brain started rollercoaster loops#he can’t believe him but he found enough faith to trust him#while. YES. For the whole story Jazz couldn’t fucking be believed#list e n#Jazz did a lot of things for Prowl#fucktons of big and small gestures to show that yes he likes loves and appreciates Prowl#I’m so happy Prowl is returning this energy#like#remember that scene a while back when Jazz kissed Prowl? Cool cool okay. Did Prowl kiss him? nope. It was one sided gestures#*gesture. That kiss didn’t make me feel like it’s truly something precious because Jazz started it but Prowl didn’t do quite the same#but this👆. This feels so much more important for me. Because Prowl#who is for the whole story was mister I calculate every chance of possible betrayal. Prowl whos entire personality is to trust nobody#Prowl goes. Fuck that I trust you. You feel me?#it wouldn’t be the same if he said I love you. Because love is very much something you don’t have a lot of control over.#but to trust someone? It’s a choice Prowl had to consciously make. You see what I mean? I love it. oh fuck I ran out of tags..
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deathricedrawn · 11 months ago
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i'm ready to try
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neoheros · 1 month ago
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the miya household is always the go-to household for all kinds of celebrations alike. you name it: birthdays, anniversaries, friday night dinners – check, check, check.
atsumu has always grown up in a home where his mom would host the parties for all her grown-up friends, and he’d always be the type of teenager to hide away in his room until the last of the guests finally leave.
it was a silly thing to do looking back on it now, but that was the old miya household.
in the new miya household (population: you and your husband), the two of you can’t just hide away in your broom closet until the last of the guests leave — it is your apartment after all.
at first, it was the big things: msby jackal’s celebration of their first tournament win (where hinata broke a window because he claims bokuto pushed him into it) or akaashi’s job promotion party (where the champagne bottle was so unfortunately aimed that when the corkscrew came flying, it hit the other non-broken window).
two broken windows later, it eventually died down to the little things: small get-togethers, a friend too intoxicated to drive needing a place to stay, or one of your favorites: friday night dinners.
“we’re home!”
there’s the sound of shuffling keys and shoes being taken off at the doorway, rustling of brown paper bags and footsteps.
you pop your head out from the kitchen and it isn’t a surprise at all to you when you see all four of your best friends (one being your husband) standing by your door way, all adorned with cheeky smiles and chinese takeout.
you call to them, “coats here, everybody!”
hinata goes over to you first, still as sweet as ever, and gives you a tight embrace (the same one he gives you every friday night), and you take his coat with a light smile on your face.
bokuto gives you his coat next, paired with an embrace of his own, your smile widens as you immediately recognize the coat you bought him for christmas last year, well and taken care of.
sakusa isn’t wearing a coat or a jacket tonight but still, he approaches you next to the coat stand anyway, and he embraces you just for seeing you again tonight, saying “thank you for having us”.
when you married atsumu, you didn’t realize you weren’t only marrying into his family, but his friends as well.
“you guys just missed samu, he dropped by for a weekly restock.” you tell them, pointing to the plastic bag on the table filled to the brim with the onigiri you’ve learned to love so much.
shoyo plops down on his usual spot on the sofa, “man, i wish onigiri miya personally delivered to my house too.”
“not to mention free of charge.” you add – proud.
he sinks deeper into his seat, “that’s just not fair.”
you seat farthest from tv, on the edge of the table and by the armrest, a seat empty next to yours as you wait for your husband.
“sorry sho,” you shrug, not sorry at all, smug smile on your face and you say, “it’s simply the perks of having the owner of onigiri miya as your brother.”
“that is such a lie.” atsumu rolls his eyes, and he takes his assigned seat next to you, hand immediately finding yours once he gets close enough. “i am also his brother — twin, even! — and i do not get half as much the perks you get.”
“well.” sakusa sits across from you, “i can understand that.”
and bokuto, in between sakusa and hinata, nods, “yep.”
“i can’t believe i’m getting bullied in my own damn home.” atsumu grumbles, and he stabs his broccoli on his plate with a fork.
you tease him, “you can’t?”
the rest of the evening feels warm. the windows are open to let in the fresh air of the streets of japan, the hustling and bustling of the bypassers outside your apartment building easily drowned out by the warm conversation shared in the warm flat.
( “no more hoisin sauce?” bokuto asks, digging around the stack of empty paperbags, fork in his mouth as he talks.
sakusa replies, barely looking up from the movie on the tv set, “sorry, finished it.”
and bokuto says, casually, “i’ll bring some over tomorrow. you guys need a restock anyway.” )
the five of you, sat down on the living room in front of the television, sharing mindlessly stories about your day, laughter and insults and compliments shared as food is passed around.
atsumu takes the red peppers from your dish as you laugh at something hinata says, he remembers - always - red peppers make you sneeze, so it goes unsaid that he takes them.
he does this so often that sometimes he doesn’t even realize it. he does this so often that he’s probably done it over a hundred times by now — like it’s part of him, like a habit.
you take some of your chow mein and place it on his plate, he doesn’t ask you for any, but you give him some anyway. you don’t even look at him as you do so, like it’s completely second nature for your hand to give him some of his favorite noodles and you don’t even have to think about it — like it’s part of you, like a habit.
“so, what time’s the game tomorrow?” you ask, and suddenly he’s out of his thoughts and back on the living room couch.
hinata looks to you, excited, “are you coming? it’s been so long since you last came to watch us.”
“well, depends on the time,” you tell them, “i’ve got a study group tomorrow in the morning.”
“study group?”
“i know right,” your shoulders fall, “our gen chem professor had us divided into study groups so we could easily catch up on her lessons.”
atsumu shrugs, “so? ditch ‘em.”
“i wish.” you sigh, “they’re the kind of people i just know wouldn’t have let me sit with them at the lunch table in high school.”
“oh, i know those people.” shoyo shakes his head, “had those people everywhere i went in junior high.”
you look at atsumu, “but you probably could have sat with them, you’ve got an aura like that — like you could be cool — but you’re not.”
that makes him roll his eyes, “who’s not cool? i am the coolest one in this table — and for yer information, i wouldn’t sit at any table ya weren’t welcome at.”
(sakusa nods at you, and bokuto says, “same here!” and hinata says, “me too!”)
“matter of fact,” you husband, offended at your doubt for him, continues, “i would flip that goddamn table.”
(and sakusa nods again, and bokuto says, “yup!” and hinata says, “definitely!)
your face feels warm, and you feel stupid for even bringing it up.
“you guys are silly.” you’re not as loud as earlier, but still, you say, “thanks.” and you bite back a smile.
“so…” shoyo grins at you, “ditch ‘em?”
“ditch ‘em!” bokuto repeats.
and for a second all of you look at sakusa, his turn to speak apparently, and he sighs, defeated, shoulders falling and he relents, and says, “fine. ditch ‘em.”
the three other guys cheer loudly and you roll your eyes.
“well, that makes four of us.” atsumu tells you, proud, “you’re outnumbered, honey.”
“fine.” you’re defeated, “i’ll ditch ‘em and come watch you guys play.” and the table erupts in cheers again, and you feel your heart become so full.
atsumu kisses your cheek and you swat him away.
“i’ll text natsu that you’re coming, she’s been pestering me over and over again when you’ll come next,” shoyo tells you, bright smile on his face.
bokuto nods, “i gotta tell akaashi too, maybe we can get everyone there like a reunion or something!”
and this makes you laugh, because, “you guys are acting like i haven’t come to watch you guys play in forever.”
and sakusa tells you, “it has been forever.”
“well, i guess a reunion or something would be kinda nice? we can have everyone come back here, bring out a few drinks.” you think out loud, relenting to the pleas of your oldest friends, and you can’t hold back a smile even if you wanted to.
“if anyone breaks a goddamn window in my home, everyone is getting charged the repair bill.”
the night ends quicker than you want it to, suddenly it’s 10 pm and the warm night starts to get colder.
“thank you for dinner, miyas.” bokuto tells you, grinning ear to ear as you walk him to the doorway, a barrage of shoes laid out on the floor, reminding you what a full house you have tonight.
you hand him his coat and his hat, and he embraces you tightly, one that you will never not return.
hinata comes up to you next, “thank you for dinner and please please please come tomorrow.”
“yes sho, i will be there.” you tell him lightly, and he embraces you as well (the same one he gives you every friday night).
the last to come up to you is sakusa, his hands already in his pockets, eyes tired and all. he doesn’t have a coat or a jacket, but he comes up to you anyway.
“thank you for having us.” he tells you, like he always does, and he gives you a short kiss on your right temple, like he always does, “it’s good to see you.”
you pat his arm, “you say that every friday night, omi.”
“what? no kiss for me?” atsumu calls from the side, arms crossed over his chest.
and sakusa replies, eyes narrowing, “never.”
(they have this conversation every single friday night.)
and just like that, all three of your guests for the night have left, leaving behind only two pairs of shoes left by the doorway — yours and your husband’s.
atsumu makes his way to you, his arms finding your waist immediately as he pulls you into his embrace, hugging you like it’s all he’s ever done correctly.
the apartment is quiet now with just you and him, and he loves this as much as he loves you.
“finally,” he tells you, smiling wantonly, “just us two.”
you smile back at him, “we have so many kids.”
and he nods, “even more tomorrow.”
your apartment, your home, it isn’t anything impressive, really. it’s not big or expensive or fancy, but for some reason, it’s always been the go-to place for everyone to have drinks at, for dinners to be shared, for windows to be broken.
“you really okay with that? the reunion thing here?” your husband asks you, his tone gentle, “its okay if you’re not, we can just cancel on ‘em. have the night to ourselves.”
you raise a brow, teasing, “and do what exactly?”
atsumu gives you a knowing grin, “i’ve got a list in mind.”
you laugh, “i bet you do.”
he comes closer to your face, “i can cross one off on it right now.”
and he kisses you then, the same way he does every single day of his life, the same way he plans to for a million years more.
you feel his smile melting into his kisses.
then he pulls away, smiling at you, voice gentle, cheeks pink, and heart full, “thank you for dinner, miya.”
you laugh again, and with the same amount of gentleness, you say back, “thank you for dinner, miya.”
atsumu knows you could never be unloved by him — you are too tangled in his mind, in his soul that you might as well take his heart entirely — it’s already full of you anyway, it has been since the day he’s met you.
“and no, we are not cancelling on them.” you tell him, pulling away, “i miss our friends and i know you do too.”
he tells you, “fine.” and he pulls you back in, nose close to yours, wide grin on his face as he takes you.
he wants to kiss you again, but to be fair, he wants to do that all of the time.
you give him a smile, “i’ll let you cross another thing off that list of yours if you do the dishes.”
and he groans, “you know omi already did them.”
“man, we have got to get lazier friends.”
“well, we can always call that study group of yours.”
(the two of you say friends, but it feels a whole lot more like family.)
together you and atsumu create a home filled with flowers, kindness, cozy pillows, and loud music. in your halls there is rest, good sex, good sleep, books, and dancing. there is space to be you, there is space to be him, there is space to be be the two of you, and there is love, there is love, there is love.
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batbabydamian · 1 year ago
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Jorge Jimenez C2E2 2024 Commission!
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btsjk-biased · 6 months ago
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Yoongi 🩶 Love Yourself: Tear (for @yooboobies)
[ video source cr. namuspromised ]
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rjshope · 1 month ago
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Whether or not I was exhausted or whether or not I was sad, (Only ego, ego, ego) it became my comfort, and help me know myself
(cr. doolsetbangtan)
for @cordiallyfuturedwight✨
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yooboobies · 8 months ago
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If LOVE was a person it would be YOU | Happy Birthday Dearest Jimin, I love you and I miss you.🌙
{cr. 0613data, ouranxingg}
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technically-human · 8 months ago
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Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?
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As simple as that.
Edwins version
ko-fi
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chasseusedetoiles · 5 months ago
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2025...almost here
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