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umblrspectrum · 1 month
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i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 2 months
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Just realized I don't think I ever posted the illustrations for this story here!
Here are the illustrations for chapter 1!
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feelsforsterek · 2 months
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mipexch · 1 month
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magic is fuel??? hatred is magic??????
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kkolg · 2 months
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More humanoid doodles :)
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false-savior · 4 months
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Murder Drones: Season 1 finale
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psxui · 6 months
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Serial Experiments Lain (1998) - 404 Not Found
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dxrkl1ght · 11 months
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I've been busy but fuck it I'm animating this
hi @ayyy-imma-ninja
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mmelolabelle · 5 months
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Not only, ladies and gentlemen, do I stand on the fact - nay, the truth - that both Armand and Louis want to fuck that old man; but I suggest that Lestat de Lioncourt is also perfectly amenable to fucking that old man - if only because Armand and Louis are both doing it and like fucking hell is Lestat getting left out, thank you very much.
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h-doodles · 6 months
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that moment when mia bestie'd her way around mc once in miranda's route <3
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figurecollection · 2 years
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Lain Iwakura 1/8 Scale by Vice, from Serial Experiments Lain
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umblrspectrum · 2 months
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being grounded from devices means nothing when you have a robot boyfriend
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jarah · 8 months
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L O V E L A I N
I lost my my mind making this
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aurumacadicus · 1 month
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Ummm 141 please?
Hmmm warning for serial killer Steve I think.
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Steve heard something thump to the floor in the living room. Probably Tony's backpack, he figured, tipping his head to the side so he could see how the scratches along the side of his neck were healing. Minor injuries were always the last to heal, after all; his body had been working overtime on the knife wound in his side, but that was finally nothing but pink scar tissue.
He listened to the pounding of Tony's feet toward the bathroom door, considered coming up with a plausible excuse for why he'd dumped his bloody clothes on the living room floor, then decided it didn't matter. Tony knew he was a super soldier, knew that he still went on missions for SHIELD if he thought they had merit. It was just that when he did work for SHIELD, he could go to medical, stop for clean clothes. When he was doing his personal jobs, he didn't have that option.
"Steve?!" Tony exclaimed, throwing the bathroom door open. He was still wearing his coverup clothes, baggy sweatpants and a one of Steve's hoodies. His eyes were wide and frightened as they raked up and down Steve's body.
"Okay," Steve cut in, before Tony really started catastrophizing. "Relax. The blood isn't mine." He turned to face him, resting one hand on the sink and leaning his weight on it to show off his body, show that the only injuries he had were the line of scratches down his neck, the already-fading pink scar. "Calm down."
Tony looked reluctant to believe him, eyes darting up and down Steve's body, just to make sure. He curled a hand around one side of the hoodie pocket, twisting the fabric in his fingers. "It was a lot of blood," he finally managed. He dipped his head and looked up at Steve through his eyelashes, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "More... more blood than I've ever seen before." His eyes finally landed on Steve's hand on the sink, his bruised knuckles and the blood dried in his nail beds, across his fingers. He jerked his gaze back up to Steve, worried all over again. "Steve."
Steve tipped his head, taking a moment to look Tony up and down as well. He looked good in Steve's sweatshirt. But Steve knew, underneath it and the sweatpants, he was wearing nothing more than the thong he performed in. Tony was a brilliant scientist, but he was blackballed from all science and tech industries, even menial jobs, because he refused to make weapons for his former godfather, and every other company was ready to take advantage of him or worse, crush any small company that Tony might try for. So he worked nights at a local strip club, where no one would expect Tony Stark to work, and spent his free time developing and drafting ideas for the day that he would finally, hopefully be able to use them.
"I killed Sunset Bain," Steve finally said.
Tony sucked in a shocked breath, taking a step back. His eyes darted back to Steve's hand and then back up to his face. "...What?"
"It'll make the news," Steve continued, shrugging a little. "They always do."
"They," Tony repeated softly, more air than word.
Steve dipped his head in a short nod. "Yup. Made a list." He glanced down at his hand, remembering how Bain's blood had bubbled up between her lips as she'd gasped for air, how it had dribbled down her chin and onto his hands.
Remembered how she'd finally, frantically formed 'please' with her pale lips, panic rounding her bloodshot eyes, and Steve had told her she should have been begging for Tony's forgiveness instead for her life. Remembered the look of realization in her eyes right before Steve had crushed her throat in his hands, and the light left them entirely.
He wasn't sorry. She'd hurt Tony, left him feeling used and broken-hearted. Hurt him more when she'd used his stolen ideas for her own company. He'd kill her again if he had the chance, only slower.
Just like everyone else on the list Steve had made.
"Justin Hammer," Tony realized, voice faint. "Tiberius."
"Started with that gang that kidnapped you when you were four," Steve answered, meeting his eyes again. "I started small and worked my way up. Do you know why, Tony?"
"I'm sure I don't," Tony whispered.
He probably didn't, Steve figured. Tony didn't have it in him to be truly vengeful. That's why Steve was there, though. He was vengeful enough for the both of them. He leaned in, taking Tony's chin between his fingers, and whispered back, "Stane isn't stupid. He's seeing the pattern. He's beefed up security around himself. He knows I'm coming." He leaned in, pressed a kiss to Tony's trembling lips, then leaned back, making deliberate eye contact with him as he finished, "And I'm going to make him beg for his life."
"Steve," Tony whimpered, eyes wide and frightened, but he allowed Steve to pull him into his arms anyway, and Steve cradled the back of his head and drew him into another kiss.
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kika20karahah · 29 days
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hate4buzi · 5 days
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Uuuhhghggghhhhh I don’t know lore thing
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