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rin-rin-kururin · 2 months ago
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mochabugger · 12 days ago
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It was cute you thought you would have survived
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bloodyentrails · 24 days ago
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@official-dandelion-posts and @dragonsanddandelions i hope you will enjoy!
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euphorictruths · 11 months ago
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Just A Little a Thing- Kathleen Delilah Evans
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perfectlyscentedturtle-7 · 11 days ago
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daandyli0n · 3 months ago
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(small warning for eye contact)
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as i said the other day, I'm Back On My Bullshit
it's my guys!!
c!Tommy - Hamster/Gerbil hybrid
c!Tubbo - Sheep/Moobloom hybrid
c!Ranboo - same as normal (which, for me, is End/Farlander Enderman hybrid)
feel free to ask about my headcanons and whatnot. because I'm Back In The Fucking Building
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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 3 months ago
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so gimme a minute to plug a book that is rapidly becomin a favorite of mine n also talk about a younger darry. so. lemme start with this. one.
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pony reads this post canon. n he sometimes read aloud to his brothers n darry hears this bit. n loses his goddamn mind. Darry who was born with knowin deep down in his bones. he can't remember a time before Soda. He's always been someone's older brother. they are as much a part of him as he is alive. he would help Soda take his first steps, small hands tight in palms whose only marks of labor are labors of love (a sliced finger from a blade of grass. pickin flowers for sodas crowns. a rapped knuckle cause how was he meant to pay attention when it was such a perfect day to try to help Pony on his bike) his name would be Pony's first word. awkward n half formed but there. right in his brothers mouth. the first of a thousand times he would call for him.
Darry who. for a week. or an hour. or maybe every hauntin second since the crash. is plagued by somethin he'd never thought about before. he cannot remember before soda but he may remember a time after Pony. cause Gods funny in that way. took their parents n Johnny n Dallas all in one tight fisted hand at the grindstone. or absent knee that bounces the chess pieces off the table. like half completed sets they never found where they rolled off to. n Darry wants to do nothin more than to gather his brothers up in his arms n hold them close. To pull the clock off the wall n set it back. to stand utterly still in a moment n make it forever. Darry has always been someone's older brother. N to lose them would kill him.
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geraskierfanficprompts · 1 year ago
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Prompt 39
Geralt is standing above the unconscious bloodied body of his beloved, Jaskier. The mage Geralt was tracking down to kill had meant to blast Geralt, but Jaskier had tackled the mage and things got ugly. The mage chuckles, eerily, and prowls closer. "So the mighty witcher has a weakness after all. Perhaps it'd be best if I do let you both live. Eternal sorrow is far more delicious than a passing trifle." And Geralt falls unconscious. He relives his entire life through flashes of memories, though they're all cruel and wrong. Things happen differently, skewed and twisted. The first time he meets Jaskier, he punches him in the stomach. Jaskier is standing beside him, near a body of water, as Geralt insults his voice. His passion, his livelihood, his reason for living. Jaskier standing outside awkwardly as Geralt fucks Yennefer. Geralt can see him in his peripheral, and yet he doesn't stop, nor even have the decency to pull the curtains, he just continues. Soon enough, the blur of colors at the edge of his vision disappears as Jaskier runs into the distance. Geralt however thinks that the worst memories are the quick three-second flashes of him just endlessly needlessly insulting Jaskier throughout their decades of companionship. It's not banter, it's not teasing, it's just abuse. Then Geralt is suddenly on a mountain, and he's yelling at Jaskier. "If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!" ... Nevermind. This is the worst one. Geralt is sick to his stomach. Jaskier's eyes widen, and begin to tear up. His face pales of blood, he looks like he's about to faint. His lip even quivers, the way it does when he's well and truly devastated. And Geralt did that to him. "Right.. Uh.. I'll get the rest of the story from the others. I'll see you around Geralt." But then he wakes up in Yennefer's hut. "Where's Jaskier?" he asks immediately. "That bard you hated? The one that followed you around for a few years? I don't know. It's been years since you've even thought about that wretch." He explains that this is wrong. That he loves Jaskier. He adores him. And she tuts sympathetically before explaining that it was a spell the mage put him under. Fake memories of a life where he paired up with the bard. She mimes gagging at the sentiment and he feels hot with anger. As if Jaskier is such a bad choice of romantic partner. He storms out of her place and races off to find his bard. He needs to know for sure what their standing is, and even if he has been cruel, he can at least apologize to the poor bard. "I don't know what to do, Yenna!" A bandaged Jaskier shrieked as the afformentioned witch examined Geralt for the fourth time that hour. Geralt lay comatose in her guest bed, under some sort of spell. Every once in a while, Geralt frowns or winces in his sleep, but that's all they can get from him. "He hasn't woken up since we were fighting the mage." She has a feeling she knows what sort of spell it is. A very cruel trick to play. The mage was smart enough to trust Geralt's self-flagellation. That upon waking from a fake world he perceived as real where all he did was harm Jaskier, he'd most certainly distance himself from the real Jaskier in fear of becoming the version of him in the curse. The mage was dumb enough however, to not think of how far Jaskier would go to save his beloved.
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shuuhui · 8 months ago
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autumn season
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oddestishottest · 1 month ago
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04/25/25
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heybiji · 2 years ago
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holdmymallowsweet · 7 months ago
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more dead darling.
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official-dandelion-posts · 25 days ago
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This dandelion with the smallest spider is too cute to be confined in my camera roll!
I love your blog, as much as I love dandelions 🌻
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OH MY GOSH!!! Absolutely adorable. Thank you very much for sharing :D
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rearranging-deck-chairs · 7 months ago
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i tried to play into tumblr's automatic video looping but you can also watch it on youtube with subtitles for the dialogue, it's not that important, it's more about the idea of the loop than the experience
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perfectlyscentedturtle-7 · 24 days ago
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G L O W I N G
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lexibelle · 1 month ago
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