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tryanmybest · 2 days
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instead of finishing my last exam i made this quiz
please enjoy
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cyanorth · 1 day
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oscar doodle dump
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pencildragons · 2 days
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the amount of sheer heartbreak that harlan put into his performance of john in ep 41 ................ john baby i am wrapping you up in a big fluffy blanket
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candlewick-art · 1 day
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I need John and Arthur to kiss
With tongue
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wangxianficrecs · 4 hours
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A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked
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🔒 A Glimpse of Past Glory
by masked (@hamburgergod)
T, 1k, Wangxian
Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands. “It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.” “Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds. Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s… Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails. - A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt. Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core. Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds. “Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!” Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful? “I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”
pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
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mintyfangirl · 17 hours
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I found a playlist called "My Purpose" and this happened
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mipexch · 5 months
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having a lot of fun with the new lethal company enemy. i want a bracken to mistake a masked for a normal employee & get scared
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deloaf · 3 months
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Boing:D
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screamsfinalgirl · 8 months
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me and who ?
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jamorbital · 4 months
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Minimalist color palettes are fun 😷
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shibara · 5 months
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Another pic for @croik somewhat set in the Entangled series universe. I've always really loved the King in Yellow as a character fromt eh Lovecraft mythos, but Malevolent, and these fics in particular elevated him to blorbo status.
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szkieletor · 3 months
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anyone else remember binge watching scp videos and suddenly learning that the mask thing and the plague doctor had some yaoi going on. was this real. did i dream that up
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clockwayswrites · 2 months
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Masked- Wrong
Dick was tired.
He was tired from fighting as the only baseline human on a team of supers. Tired from leading the team. Tired from stitching the team back together. No, Dick was beyond tired; Dick was exhausted.
Dick was also, and would always be, a Robin.
As soon as he opened the rood to his quarters, Dick knew something was wrong. It didn’t matter that it was too dark to see, it was wrong. His hair stood on end, his muscles tensed, his breathing slowed—
“I know it’s a… pretty big violation of privacy to sneak in like this.”
It was Phantom.
Dick flicked on the lights.
The feeling of wrong didn’t go away. Dicks eyes traveled over Phantom, who was slumped, cross-legged, on the corner of his bed. Wrong, wrong, wrong— his sense screamed at him and Dick tried to make his tired brain kick into gear.
Oh, the hoodie.
It was a dusky red.
Phantom’s clothing was only ever white, black, or green. This hoodie was a dusky red.
“I thought I could take care of it myself,” Phantom rasped.
Dick could tell, even though Phantom’s face was completely covered by the hood, that Phantom was pointedly not looking at him.
“But,” Phantom shrugged, “guess I did too much this time.”
The reverb was gone from Phantom’s voice. There was always this quality when he spoke like an echo or a static hum. Dick always found it a little endearing, the way it would get more pronounced when Phantom was feeling a strong emotion. Now it was gone.
The reverb was gone.
The colors were gone.
Wrong, wrong, wrong—
Dick stepped into the room and silently closed the door behind him. “What couldn’t you take care of?”
Phantom didn’t speak, just pulled up the sleeve on the hoodie— pulled it up with too tan hands to reveal a bandage soaked through with too red blood. Phantom bled green. He rarely bled at all, but he bled green.
The bandage was soaked through with very human red.
Dick took the few steps needed to cross the room and crouch down in front of Phantom. Phantom who ducked his head further down. Slowly, giving Phantom time to pull away, Dick reached up and pushed the hood back.
Black hair tumbled around Dick’s fingers.
Terrified blue eyes met Dick’s own.
The blood was still red.
Wrong, wrong, wrong—
“Okay, how can I help?”
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kahtiihma · 4 months
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when I first joined the Malevolent official discord in April 2021, there were some goofs being made about fanfiction and I made a quip about tender hand holding. HG send me this file the very next day.
Transcript:
Arthur: I- I don't understand- John: I want you to hold my hand, Arthur. Arthur: Okay! John: Tenderly. (Music starts playing) Arthur: All right. John: How does it...how does it make you feel? Arthur: It's...nice. I quite like it. John: Me too. (dramatic clang sound effect, music fades out)
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str6ngled · 8 months
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