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hot new ship: Strickler x Pen

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I love the fact that likely it isn’t so much that Barbara is a terrible cook but that she’s terrible at multitasking. As in she tries to maximize her time normally by glancing at her tablet/laptop/phone to read articles and medical journals related to approaching cases or is reviewing said cases mentally preparing for their approach while cooking and has more than once lost her place in a recipe only to repeat a step or by blindly grabbing the wrong ingredient because - it’s easy! It’s not life or death - just French toast! …and look who grabbed the paprika instead of cinnamon.

Now combine it with Walt, assassin of the Janus Order - fast hands, action without drawing notice? How speedy and subtle can one be in the path of a swiftly approaching culinary disaster to switch things to the correct ingredient without embarrassing the cook?

It’s certainly not on the level of swiftly dispatching ones enemies - but no one ever needs to experience the torture that is smiling through salted tea and lemon curdled milk twice in their lives.

The blush and smile are only an extra reward to this task of preservation.

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Trollhunters x rottmnt crossover òwó

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*redraws your avocado dad*

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Just posted some Stricklakerot art on AO3,and I can’t even show a proper preview because literally no part of it is innocent

uuuuh, those roots are pretty nice…?

-> 18+ only please~ 💚🧡🤍

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Concept: While Angor Rot and Strickler know intellectually that there's no need to compete for Barbara's affection, troll instincts still demand that they reaffirm their worthiness as a mate for her when they feel their position in the harem relationship is threatened.

The problem is that, in the absence of actual competition, these instincts are triggered by innocuous things. And because of their different backgrounds, the usefulness of their demonstrations varies.

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Divine

For stricklakerottober 2022.

Angor had once thought–had been forced to think–that he knew what it meant to be holy. He had served a goddess, stood beneath her glow, begged her own greatness to elevate him because he was incomplete on his own.

Her power swept life through his veins, her essence painted every thought. He was fully, wholly, hers. A follower, a disciple, but more than a simple underling.

Had he not proven himself far more worthy than any pawn? Had he not earned the right to rule by her side? 

He had not. And he had been a fool to try.  

In seeking her approval, he had forgotten all that had come before the days of carrying out her bidding, of carving into his own flesh to provide her will with the tools it sought. His worship had not been of a sound mind, but of an eternal hunger to fill the emptiness she had been the one to gouge.

It had taken centuries too long to recognize that Morgana had never been divine at all. Magical, yes, but divine? No. He had known no divinity in his centuries upon the earth… at least, not until as of late.

Divinity was not soul-stolen servitude. 

Divinity was being whole; and Angor had grown so used to emptiness that this opposing sensation filling his chest had been long forgotten in the sea of time. 

Divinity was choice, he thought as he sat perched on the Lake house's roof beneath moonlight, ready to lunge at any creature that so much as glanced through the window the wrong way.  

Barbara slept inside. Barbara, who had accepted him into her home, who had provided him a place at her table whether he took it or not. Barbara, whose light shone upon all who entered her home without any sacrifice expected in return… not that this had stopped him trying in the early days.

Rain began to fall from the cloudy night's sky, cool water washing over the roots and stone of his ancient body. 

After some time, a window slid open behind him.

"Angor?" Stricklander asked. "For heaven's sake, come inside."

Angor squinted out into the street past the shower of rain. "I have faced worse.” 

"You know better than anyone I would much prefer you staying there," Stricklander said with an underlying lightness. "But Barbara will never let me hear the end of it if I let you sit out in the storm."

Living beside Stricklander had not been easy at first, especially for Barbara in her attempts to ensure they did not murder one another. However, they had somehow survived each other long enough to recognize that this house was incomplete without the other.

Neither of them would ever admit to this, but emptiness was not a feeling Angor ever hoped to experience again, be it within the walls of his ribcage or the walls of this dwelling. 

Perhaps the true miracle was that, despite Barbara being sound asleep, her influence had been strong enough to allow this. She had changed them both, but not with force; with something else. 

And so, after another sweep of the perimeter, Angor swung down from the roof, dragged his feet along the "Welcome" mat as he'd been taught, and entered the walls of their home. 

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just forgot i have tumblr

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Placing The Blame - Self

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TW BLOOD

damn kid

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DOWN, COUNSELOR !!

Fashionably late. not as always, though, since i never do these.

unusually happy with how this turned out to be honest

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Fanart for:

By: Coldbluesilk

(10/10! Really really recommend you read the whole thing, it's close to 60k words with 14 Chapters)

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Some more Bobby’s,,, ft an oc (she’s his daughter bleehhh)

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I HAD to draw him, he's so adorable 🩷

My emergency commissions are open, check out my commission sheet here!

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Now draw him vulnerable and slightly disheveled in a suit

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casino cups graphics 𓈒 ✦

⟣ ₊　⁺ free to use — credit appreciated ⬪ 𓈒 reposts okay with credit ⋆ ₊

first post yahoo !! made this for fun and figured i might as well post it while i wait for my art motivation to come back

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@bipastrum : hey boss i'm noticing more jinus than normal