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devonellington · 9 months
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Tues. Aug. 8, 2023: Creative Weekend Before the Road Trip
image courtesy of Mier Chen via pixabay.com Tuesday, August 8, 2023 Waning Moon Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Venus, Chiron Retrograde Foggy, stormy, rainy Phew! Busy times. But good busy. Today’s serial episode is from Legerdemain: Episode 109: Princess Hester’s Intel A strong, smart princess has information on the upcoming trouble. Legerdemain serial link Legerdemain website Friday, I hit…
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rystiel · 4 months
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look. i view the doctor as asexual but the implication that he’s had kinky handcuff-escape sex with houdini is a bit funny so i’ll accept it
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magical-girl-coral · 6 days
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Okay, but if Sandra Lynn was in a toxic, manipulative, god awful relationship with Bobby Dawn while he was already married (possibly with kid) and with way more years of experience over her when she was barely eighteen, imagine her horror when she found out Fig had a thing for older men in a position of power. I would suffer a fucking stroke.
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alaynestcnes · 27 days
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i’m like if a westerosi jester had an internet connection
pt 1 pt 2
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ghouljams · 8 months
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Yes- hi- hello, tis I, the moth that will ram into your window :3
Anyway
My brainrot for Fae!Price is so hhhhhgggnnnn and I've backed myself into a corner by crafting the idea of Witch Darling trying to fluster Price in return for all the times he's done so to her. Like- they're just doing their daily thing and Price pulls out a cigar but Witch just snaps her fingers and lights it for him and he's like "Why'd you do that?" And Witch immediately follows up nonchalantly "Pretty boys shouldn't have to light their own cigars."
And Price is fucking floored
Like- he's had experience with people flirting with him, especially debtors trying to get a better deal when talking to him, but when it's coming from Witch?
GOD DAYUM
Okay back to lurking for me, take care of yourself and drink water if you haven't already. I will find a way I to your house and bring you water if you don't <3
Hi, hi, hello! I am taking care of myself! Had a good birthday and didn't write anything which was very weird but very nice to have a break. I return with Witch and Price because I desperately miss writing for them.
I've had this idea of Witch showing up at the 141's usual bar and causing trouble and this is the perfect ask for it. Here's Witch being well... far too pretty for her own good, and Price being a terribly weak man for her. Witch's dress is based on one from 1964's "What a Way To Go" which has some of the most spectacular textile artistry I've ever seen.
Price's knuckles drag up your back as you lean against the bar to order a drink. You're not used to this many eyes on you, but it's worth it for the single pair of cool blues that study you like they've never seen you before. His fingers hook in the double line of pearls that trail down your spine to your skirt, thumb counting over every one before his fingers reach the sleek silk of your dress.
"Can I buy you a drink?" You ask him, Price's eyes follow his hand where it hovers over your bare skin. More than you think he's ever seen of you. You like throwing him off, it's rather fun seeing him at a loss for words.
"Fuck sweetheart, buy the whole bar for all I care," he presses his hand against you, spreads his fingers wide against the small of your back. Each one a threatening display of his adoration. "What're you doing here?" He can't ignore the stares anymore than you can. A witch in a fae bar, your back exposed, vulnerabilities on display, you can feel the hunger that rolls through the room. You're not as easy a target as they'd all like to think.
"Good looking guys like you shouldn't buy their own drinks, so here I am."
"Here you are," Price breathes, you like the heat in his eyes. It's hard to match him, you aren't exactly flirty. Not by nature at least, and you don't have his easy self assurance. You're confident in yourself, but not quite in the same interpersonal sense. Still, if anything was going to set you up for success it would be Price. His eyes, his touch, there's something to having his attention so fully focused on you. A room full of people and yet you're the only two in it that can touch each other.
You signal the bartender for two of whatever Price drinks, watching him pull a cigar from his pocket in your periphery. You snap your fingers to conjure a flame and hold your hand out to him. The little red flame flickering on your pointer finger dances happily as he takes your hand and holds it to his cigar. You try not to be too flustered when he moves his cigar to extinguish your flame on his tongue. The slick muscle curling around your finger, making a heat coil in your stomach. He settles your hand on his shoulder, forces you to turn on your stool to watch him press his lips to the inside of your arm.
"You almost make me wanna wear a suit," he sounds, hm, it's an admission, but not one that lines up with his actual words. Not a lie, never a lie, a rephrasing of a truth. He almost makes you want to ask.
"You'd look good in a suit," is all you can think to say.
"You look good in white," he responds, the hand on your back tugs you off your seat. You do your best to avoid stepping on his toes as he pulls you to stand, turns your back against the bar, and boxes you in. A physical barrier between you and the open room, Price's strong arms rest on either side of you, his fingers tapping the bar as you stare up at him. You're supposed to be making him flustered. You really have to up your game.
You slide your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the firm muscle there, the slight give of his skin and the tension your touch brings to him. There's a tightness in his jaw when you look up at him, a flinty edge to his eyes as he watches the bartender.
"What're you thinking about pretty boy?" You ask. He blinks, surprised, and looks at you. His eyes trace over you, gaze sliding like magma over your form. You try to keep your breaths even, try not to be affected by him. When he looks at you like that you can't help wanting more of him.
Your fingers slide down his chest to hook in his belt loops, and Price draws a shuddering breath. He cannot talk to you like this. Whatever has gotten into you is bad for his health. Whatever has gotten onto you as well. He takes a long drag of his cigar, tries to keep his eyes off the cling of silk against your chest. Made much more difficult when his smoke takes it upon itself to fall over you, slide down the soft curves of your body so he can feel the shape of you.
What's he thinking about? You, always you. In every position, you.
The bartender sets two whiskey glasses between his hands, behind you. Their eyes rest too long on your exposed shoulders. Price gives them a warning growl, enjoys the way it rips from his throat, the way your fingers tug ever so slightly in response. You tip your head back to see what he's growling at and- God you are just- a tease, that's what you are. The way your neck stretches for him, the way your lips part, your back arches. He tips your head forward again, keeps your pretty little self contained and off the bar.
"Are both of these for me?" He rasps, God he hopes so, could use all the liquor he can get.
"One's mine." Are you keeping your voice low like that because you want to drive him mad? It's working.
"You even like whiskey?" He's never seen you drink, but he would bet you're preferential to something sweeter.
"I can drink it, if that's what you're asking," you twist to grab your glass, and quickly tip its contents into his. Price takes another long drag of his cigar watching you raise the glass to your lips and take a sip. You lower it with a sigh, your lipstick staining the edge. You hold the glass out to him, or up for him, as he exhales.
Oh you are sweet the way you breathe in his smoke.
Price takes the glass from your fingers and keeps his eyes on yours as he takes a drink. He savors the way you watch him, how focused you are even with your eyes lidded. He hands the glass back, and watches you swallow a pull of the amber liquor as he smokes. When you lower the cup from your lips he tips your head back with a gentle finger under your chin, leaning down to hover his mouth over yours and breathe. He feels you pull his smoke into your lungs, feels where it escapes your lips to curl over your cheeks, your jaw, soft magic to make your head spin. His favorite kind.
"You're awfully forward tonight little Witch," he hums, feeling you tilt your head, just barely brush his lips with your own.
"Trying to give you a taste of your own medicine," your honesty always hits him between the ribs, Price smiles, "is it working?"
"Perfectly," he feels your tongue flick against his lip, catching a last hint of whiskey, and his hand wraps around your neck. God what you do to him. "The things I would do for you," he breathes, you're testing his resolve. Lucky he hasn't spun you around and pressed you against this bar. It wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten what they deserved in here.
"Don't you mean to me?" You smile, he can feel the curve of your smile, so tantalizingly close.
"No," he takes a half step closer, feels you press yourself top to toe against him, "I mean on my knees, with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock, with whatever you asked for. For. You."
You shudder against him so nicely. A valiant effort, he thinks, but how could you ever think you could beat him at his own game?
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glassesmcfancyhair · 19 days
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My lovely wife, on only her second Stargate watch: “Isn’t that a plot point? Doesn’t Daniel just un-ascend to beat this man’s ass? He goes ‘make me a regular human again, I’m going to kill Anubis with a gun.’”
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secondbeatsongs · 10 months
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if anyone's curious what adhd is actually like, twenty minutes ago I paused a video game to look up spoilers for it so I can get the Good Ending™, and yet now I find myself looking at pictures of anglerfish, with only vague memories of what happened inbetween these two points
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elfolfenburg · 9 months
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SONIC MEETING DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF SHADOW AND SAVING THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS
I GGRRRGGJGJDNSJSJSHAAJDJCJDBSBSJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
BCS sonic doesn’t wanna let him down, again. He can’t keep loosing him over and over
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As much as sonic cares for his man shadow bro, iz gonna take awhile to save em one by one fr, but baby steps y'know baby steps, also my boy sonic definitely got favs fr insterms of the shadow subprime au
1st: bebe shadow (older brother mode activated)
2nd: dippy shadow (he kinda thinks he cooler now)
3rd: dgaf shadow (getting litty and high up here ykwis🌿)
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lesbianaelwen · 2 months
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I've been wondering when they were going to look into Jace bc he helped the Abernants sneak into the school during prompocalypse to get the crown and that just never came up again lol
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citric-acid-rain · 21 days
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devonellington · 10 months
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Tues. June 28, 2023: Social In Spite of Myself
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avalencias · 1 year
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@kienava, a couple days ago: yasha had three swords over the course of the campaign. the three of swords. which when upright means grief loss tragedy emotional upheaval. and the three of swords reversed is healing forgiveness moving on.
i have not known peace since then
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What’s up with the ties between Sally & Eddie?
There are quite a few - to the point where I’m starting to suspect that they may be foils, or at least inherently tied together in the story.
First let's bring things back to the clocks. The “day” side has an obvious resemblance to Sally, like how the “night” side resembles Eddie. There’s not really much I can say here since we don’t know much more yet, and who knows if this has changed behind the scenes. But just think about that, the rarity of the color purple, night vs day, and the “monster”. Keep it in your head, I think it may be important. 
Also the fact that Eddie is the only one with a watch, but Sally’s face has an incredibly similar face on her door.
Obviously Sally has some sort of beef with Eddie, despite him being nothing but friendly and (to our knowledge) being undeserving of it. One thought I entertained was “maybe Sally is dismissive of him because he’s a worker,” but that holds zero water when you consider how perfectly friendly Sally was with Howdy (karen Sally debunked <3). The second thought I had was “maybe Sally senses the queer in Eddie and it intimidates her” - which would make sense if Sally is a lesbian like I suspect. Internalized homophobia, anyone? This holds up if Eddie is going to turn out to be - not open about himself, but comfortable in his skin in a way that, say, Frank isn’t. Which I have a feeling that will be the case, which would likely make Sally put on airs even more so than usual. 
Anyone else seeing a continuous trend of (social) masks and performances unfolding in the Neighborhood? I sure am.
But let’s talk about why I think they might be foils. They balance each other out in an interesting way, despite their only solid similarity being that Both will work/perform no matter the weather. They have a lot of closely related differences:
Eddie has been mentioned (and implied within the story so far) to have a deeper well of knowledge than he lets on, but acts humble about it. Sally has been mentioned (and implied) to know less than she portrays, but acts like a bit of a know-it-all - she pretends to know things that she doesn’t. 
Eddie’s role is about helping others at his own expense, while Sally’s is using others to reach fame. 
Eddie strives to connect with his Neighbors and is all about accuracy/precision. Sally is in her own little world and has proved to be more than willing to improvise / not think things through before acting.
Eddie is slow to anger, and Sally is easily irritated. 
Selfless vs Selfish.
Night vs Day. 
And to put them in the Johari Window - i believe that Sally resides in the Blind Spot (known to others, not known to self), and Eddie resides in either the Facade (not known to others, known to self) OR the Unknown (not known to others, not known to self). Personally I’m starting to believe that Eddie may reside in both. 
It’s far too early to draw any real conclusions, and theorizing on all of this is difficult. I feel as though - as usual - we have puzzle pieces but no frame of reference for the way they fit together, what picture they build. And who knows, tomorrow’s update may shred this to ribbons, but I doubt it. 
One thought I had was that they’re in cahoots about something - it doesn’t have to be something malicious or some sort of secret plot, it could simply be something they both know and are trying to keep quiet about. Eddie is trying to connect with Sally since they have this in common, but Sally is actively putting distance between them to preserve their secret / plausible deniability. Do I actually believe this? Meh. I’m just throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.
So current base thoughts: Sally is dismissive of Eddie either because he intimidates/scares her on an internalized level, or she’s actively trying to put distance between them for a currently unknown reason. There’s probably a secret third option I haven’t even considered!
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itoshi-s · 1 year
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iwa getting you all stretched out for his cock :( sniffle pls he’s so grabby, his pinky edging towards your ass i’m a mess
😦😦😦😦😦😦 RIVER- ASIFHSLJKAS ?????? EXCUSE ME ... I AM UNWELL AAJASJJAJAJA
it IS so iwa coded though. big and rough hands roaming everywhere - not leaving an inch untouched :( did u see the way he grabbed at her tits.... yeah...... feeling you all up gets him so ridiculously hard. feeling you up as your chest heaves and tummy tightens under his palm :( the feeling's almost as good as the sight of you squirming and glancing up at him with the widest, neediest eyes he's ever seen on you - gets him burning up, flushed all the way up to the tip of his ears and breathing so heavy :( !!
probably wants to keep eye contact with you as he messes you up - but it's so hard, he wants to take all of u in, all at once. his fingers are so thick, two are just enough to get you soaking and all nice n ready. and yet, he teases at your ass with his pinky, just almost dipping past the muscle as you whine and grab at his forearm. it's all too much and he knows. he's always too much for you with how intense he gets - but you always end up taking him so well anyways. this time will be no different :(
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guideaus · 5 months
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im rewatching hilda, and its as cute as always, but i just thought abt the raven's return and his attitude the whole ep is so funny
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he does not wanna be there at all
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stargirlfeyre · 5 months
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Rhys in Acosf was dealing with:
The war Beron was trying to start.
The Made queen who can literally control the troves.
Koschei.
His Pregnant wife.
The possibility of said wife and child dying.
Nesta and the uncontrollable powers she refuses to learn about.
And who the hell was going to rule the NC if they did die.
But y’all are shocked that he wasn’t the nicest when banning Azriel from Elain? Y’all are upset that he wasn’t the nicest when dealing with someone’s reckless actions that could have literally led to even bigger problems on top of the ones he was already dealing with?
He was stressed as shit worrying about the NC and his wife and if you were in his position and you saw someone actively creating more problems for you to deal with (because you know damn well Rhys was going to be the one cleaning up the mess Azriel and Elain were about to start) you would be pissed too.
Azriel is 500 years old and an important member of the NC. He’s not someone who can act without caring about the consequences. His actions do effect the NC and truthfully he should have been smarter.
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