#i. got. carried. away. AGAIN!
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unsung-idiot · 4 months ago
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always watching 👁️🦋
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kubyart · 4 months ago
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first art of 2025 and its pedro
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daily-snufkin · 5 months ago
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🌿 DAY 4
I'll see you soon.
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swordmaid · 8 months ago
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“He will bring a rose for you,” her father had promised her, but a rose was no good, a rose would not keep her safe.
based from this post.
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haliaiii · 2 months ago
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Innocent sin trio 5 yrs later if the world didn’t end in 1999
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art-soboro · 2 months ago
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girl scout
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thatgothsamurai · 4 months ago
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they didn't kiss?? god's strongest soldiers fr
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nobluesea · 3 months ago
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A blow straight through the heart.
Fic so good it ended me my art slump
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nitefise-art · 5 months ago
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DE but they're old
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neytui · 6 months ago
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He tends to pull that kind of pranks on Hiccup (tenderly)
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gen-toon · 1 year ago
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hiding-under-the-willow · 2 months ago
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Xisuma, 2 👀
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I'm in love with his current chaos by any means possible approach to the whole exile conflict. I'm also kind of in love with these drawings.
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comatosebunny09 · 2 months ago
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I had a thought because you wrote about making out with Sylus an the rain and now it’s all I can think about
Sorry, not sorry. 😅😅😅
Can you tell I fantasize about it a lot? Rain is very symbolic to me. New beginnings, washing away old sins, providing cover for things we want to hide. Can symbolize happy or sad times. Ever since Sylus’ Lost Oasis card, I’ve been obsessed with seeing him with wet hair, too. I still melt when I reflect on that card.
Imagine this hulk of a man who’s all shoulders and danger, crowding you against the wall outside a mom-and-pop restaurant under its tattered awning, trying to shield you from the downpour. But it’s fruitless because your clothes are already sticking to you, and rain’s weighing your lashes down, and you’re freezing. But you’re laughing all breathless because you didn’t anticipate the weather shifting so abruptly, so you ran to the nearest structure for shelter like two kids about to get scolded by their mother.
When you’re this close, you notice everything. How warm he is. The pressure of his body even though he’s not pushing against you. How he smells, his warm musk intermingled with cologne and petrichor. Did he always have dimples? Were his lashes always this pretty and grey and full? Did his eyes always smolder like exhaling flames? Were his lips always this pink? Supple? Inviting?
The atmosphere shifts as his eyes fall to your mouth. Cars occasionally ease by, disturbing the puddles on the street. A pedestrian or two runs past, cursing and seeking refuge from the rain. Music from inside the restaurant thumps beneath your back pressed against the textured wall, but it doesn’t contend with the wild cadence of your heartbeat. Your pulse.
You want to kiss him so bad. You both want to kiss each other, the ache having plagued you both for what feels like eons. His gaze flits back up to study your eyes. He’s wordlessly asking for something. Permission. Offering you an out in case this isn’t what you want. Your breath corks in your chest. You’ll be more upset if he doesn’t kiss you right here and now.
You’re rarely one to initiate. But today, you make an exception. You’re moving on autopilot. Driven by desire alone as you curl your fingers in the collar of his shirt. Stand on tippy-toe, and he angles his neck to meet you the rest of the way, his massive hands perched on either side of your torso to keep from crushing you.
Your eyes slide shut as your mouths meet, and the world falls away. He sighs something barely-there and anguished as he kisses you. Something relieved. Like it’s been such a burden to hold himself back. To reel himself in. Can you blame him? You’re his Kryptonite. Make his chest all tight, and his heart skips a beat—all the cliches, all those love songs making sense.
You wrap your arms around his neck, and he draws you closer until your body molds to his. Only the two of you seem to exist as the rain patterns the ground around you, thunder stirring in the distance to symbolize the shift in your relationship.
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duckdotimg · 4 months ago
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The Fledgling That Shouldn't Have Been, the Lone Madonna, Ranx the Malk are all banded up!
(she/her for all of them)
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yoiyoms · 7 months ago
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ivantill × ストロウ
21 Oct. - twitter link
insp. (song) link under the cut!
youtube
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sweetmapple · 1 year ago
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Lmao why the hell is Gabriel so hot
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