he’s so cool
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🥧💭 SUN NONBINARY SUN WUKONG AND MOON TRANS MACAQUE ICONS !!
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theory progression on what exactly happened between Wukong and Macaque cause literally one frame from s4 ep1 has shaken my world.
Wukong may not have killed Macaque, but he definitely landed a devastating blow that severely weakened him.
Macaque isn't shown dead in the flashback, even though he frequently references his own non figurative death ("ive had a taste of dying..." "kinda on this whole living streak..." his hanfu folded the wrong way, etc)
instead we get this
He's being sealed or restrained by something, but that part isn't important
What's important is this
He's reaching out for help
and Wukong isn't there. Instead his plea is answered by LBD. It may have factored into his immediate abandonment of the skeleton key. He wasn't reaching out for her, he wasn't reaching out for a partner for vengeance, was reaching out for his best friend.
Wukong didn't kill Macaque, but he certainly left him for dead
which somehow feels more devastating.
tbhk/jbhk icons!
toilet bound hanako kun dark retro icons.
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manga art doesn't belong to me I have only edited them.
requests are currently open, you can request minimalistic and niche wallpapers or retro anime or manga icons <33
Hello, may I put in a request for either Toshinori or Aizawa please, thank you so much!
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ALL MIGHT/ TOSHINORI YAGI- My Hero Academia Wallpaper/ Lockscreen
I miss my childhood so I made mlp mane 6 icons! Feel free to use just credit me!
Title: How Does a Moment Last Forever? Pairing: It’s about Found Family, but these pairings are mentioned: Lumiere/Plumette, Adam/Belle, Garderobe/Cadenza Word count: 945
I love this song, I love Maurice, I love them all 💞
Afternoon trickles through the curtains, and Maurice takes a moment to open the windows, to let in the sun. His atelier is a mess—that hasn’t changed—but it’s big now, huge, and brimming with knick-knacks of all sorts; curiosities he finds around the castle, or at the market, or in his travels.
He sits, and the chairs are more comfortable here, too. His back no longer aches after an evening at the easel. He picks up his pencil, touches it to the canvas; the scraping sound of it fills the room. Sometimes it’s the paintbrush, light and comfortable between his fingers, and when he dips it in color it’s like his arm is complete again.
The atelier seems to expand, then, and his memory fills pages and pages of sketchbooks, occupies canvas after canvas, until they line the walls.
He paints Mrs. Potts, a shawl over her shoulders, nose pressed to Chip’s cheek. The boy’s eyes are closed and he’s yawning, pink tongue against white teeth. Jean has been added to the picture, his face open and kind, his large hands resting on his wife’s shoulders. ‘Complete’, Maurice calls this painting.