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excali-bruh · 3 months
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Has this been done before?
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feodor-dostoevsky · 7 months
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LOKI "Ouroboros"
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hanafubukki · 5 months
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I was screaming at this with Mumble (@/irafuwas) but ahhhh, the way I just came to this realization at 2am last night (I need to stop doing that I swear, it’s not good for my sleep cycle 🤣)
But the way that Silver’s Fairy Gala literally not only represents both humans and fae, but both of his fathers as well 🥹💞
The delicate decorations of the fae fashion and the symbolism that comes with it, but also, the colors of the Knight of the Dawn.
The silver and whites from the Knight of Dawn’s armor perfectly match the colors of Silver’s Fairy Gala.
Silver represents the love of both of his fathers’
He also represents that which they both have always strived for:
One for his loved ones to live in a world of harmony and peace, and another, where the fae and humans get along in peace and for war to never happen. Essentially the same wish.
Silver is not only the representation of his family but also their love. In return, he also returns that love. 🥹💚🌺
(The fact that we have these hints from so long ago too 😭 what with the fire lotus from Camp Vargas to Glorious Masquerade to now Silver Fairy Gala and Book 7)
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Mumble said I should subject you all to this like I did her, so here you go ☺️💞🫶
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I wonder where Silver gets it from 🤔😂
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diceisbored · 9 months
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im on my noah brainrot luvs
anygays, heres the pussydrunk noah hcs that no one asked for
NSFW MDNI JSJSJSJJSSJ
okay first he would totally eat you out all day. like. "until-" until nun. he ain't stopping.
he just loves the taste of you and the feel of you on him-
"Ngh- Noah," Letting out breathless pants and moans, you lightly ground your hips against his face.
"Mm, jus' like that, lovely," He mumbled against you, eyes basically going crossed which only made it all the hotter.
You whined and moaned, feeling yet another climax quickly approaching, grabbing his hair to try and stablize yourself.
hshshshs just think of him not even wanting to pull away from you long enough to talk so he talks into you which just makes it feel all that much better for you which makes it better for him shshsh
all in all, he just loves to taste you. your skin, your pussy, just you. all of you.
would never, ever admit it- but he would love love love to eat his cum out of you. like cum inside and then eat you out for hours on end hsshsh
"Fuck, cariño, you taste so fuckin' good with my cum in you, shit."
would not be able to control what the fuck comes out of his mouth. is just absolutely spewing bs, but it's hot.
he's all slurred words and cusses, like omg
"That feel good, baby?"
"Yeah. I know it fuckin' does, huh?"
"Taste so good, oh my god."
just moaning and groaning and shi oml
hshsshsh im so down bad for him 🤭
masterlist
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junkdyke · 5 months
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I’m at the airport 👁️👁️
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mozart-the-bear · 6 months
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Oh, my heart. They are doing it again. Important dialogue appears to be absent, but they are communicating through expressions. 💞
Neal: Okay. Wait, Peter. In case this doesn't work...
*staring into each other's eyes*
Peter: Yeah. Me too.
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icksam · 1 year
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steddie ficlet “do u love me”
“Do you love me?”
Eddie glanced at Steve once before doing a double take.
“What?”
“Do you… yknow,” suddenly bashful, Steve looked at anywhere but Eddie. He shifted in his seat before asking again, but with more finality.
“Do you love me?”
Eddie wishes he wasn’t driving right now. He wants to give Steve his full attention. Alas, he thought, maybe Steve feels more comfortable this way.
“Where…” Eddie clears his throat, “where is this coming from?”
Eddie, cursing his predicament, misses the furrowing of Steve’s eyebrows. What he doesn’t miss is the hesitant pause before he speaks.
“You know what, it’s—“
“No, Steve, really—“
“Forget I said anything—“
“Steve, c’mon—“
“Eds—“
“Steve!”
Eddie catches Steve’s flinch in his periphery. He only jerked his arms a bit, but it made Eddie feel horrible. He knows Steve hates raised voices and sudden loud noises, but he didn’t want him spiraling and he needed his attention, damnit-
“Stevie…” Eddie huffed, giving Steve a small smile when he glances his way. He grabs Steve’s hands—which were laying in Steve’s lap, trembling a bit— and rubbed placating circles. “I’m not saying no. I’m not rejecting you. God, never. Just,” Eddie glances to Steve again. “It just caught me off guard is all.”
Steve looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes. Again, he can’t maintain the eye contact, but Eddie makes sure to keep drawing the circles.
“I’m just… nervous. Scared, sometimes, that you’ll leave me. Realize you’re better off.” Before Eddie can object, mouth already open, Steve continued, “and I know! I know, I know, I know it’s irrational. Kind of. But I really don’t want to fuck this up, Eds. Feels like a theme for me.”
And Eddie, God, Eddie has to pull over then. This conversation is way too heavy without risking an accident; whether it be a sudden vehicle makeout sesh or Eddie’s van eating dirt from a ditch, he doesn’t want to find out.
Eddie finally finds a spot to safely park. There’s a little section of gravel to the side of the road, guarded by lines and lines of trees. Steve looks a little ashamed when Eddie gets to look at him full on. Frustrated, Eddie jumps forward and pulls Steve into a sudden, brief kiss. When he pulls back, Steve still looks ashamed, but it’s accompanied with a smile he’s fighting to hide.
With Steve’s face in his hands—cheeks slightly squished—Eddie begins to channel as much passion as he can into his words. “You are not a fuck-up, sweetheart. Your past doesn’t define you, and you’re allowed to have flaws. Shit, I love them all anyways.”
Eddie inhales deeply, then, “I love you. All of you.”
“You do?” Steve asks, softly and a little starry eyed.
“Yeah. I love you.”
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majo-tsukiko · 1 month
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Too often I am plagued by the trope I saw on TikTok in 2020 where your fictional favorites also favorite you in their world.
I giggle at the thought of my faves staying up late to read (Me) x Reader smut and how they mutter to themselves that my canonical husband would “just have to deal” with them wanting me carnally and being there.
That’s such a warm thought to have: My faves having blurb accounts where they argue about my morally gray decisions and how it’s meant for something larger. How they’d write fics of me and have head canons and the fanon version of me is wildly removed from what’s real 🤣
It’s also funny imagining I have fictional people that love to absolutely hate me and write fics of me suffering 🤣 I love you bitches too ho 🥰❤️
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niko-wx · 3 months
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He definitely did something
Not long ago I was wondering whether the shadow should be normal size, or maybe bigger, or maybe the size of a typical black oak,but I thought that the more anger or aggression affects him, the more it will change his look
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The first one is normal shadow hehe, that's all (Three shots AU)
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ganonfan1995 · 11 months
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not to vague post, but the fact that the loz lore community is made up of mostly white american men (not on tumblr) makes me wanna scream
I swear to god they'll see some random detail about these games and then write an 80 page dissertation on race theory or some lore about savage and barbaric tribes who regressed from their advanced society of godly superiors.
please can u at least pretend to be able to think of anything creative and nice? worlds ur oyster, hyperfocus on something constructive.
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twisted-tales-told · 11 months
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Hi 
so sorry
I made so many edits to chapter 4 of In Our Midst if u read it you might want to give it a lil re-read
Here U go
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koifsssh · 10 months
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If only you knew...
if only you knew the depths of my illness for these two
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If only you knew...
(Rosa belongs to @foxyd101)
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gothenby-666 · 1 year
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Finally found you- Severen x gn reader
((warnings of angst, pinning, soft sev, mentions of killing, ends happy!))
((slight description)) You ran away from the coven, and they've been trying to find you for 4 years now. for that time, you've managed to avoid them, but you ended up running into the one who you've really been trying to avoid.
I edited it ✨️
Severen can still remember the night you left. You had been acting strange. You didn't speak or meet anyone's eye - it was a clear sign that you were up to something. The most pressing detail of all was that you stayed behind the rest when you were usually the first one gone. If only he had stayed behind and spoke to you, if only he hadn't let his past lover, Elisa, go back to retrieve his lighter. If only he had gathered the courage to reach out to you. This never would have happened.
You and him were inseparable once you finally made your first kill; he remembered how you were so frightened about what you'd become and how you refused blood for 4 nights. He's never seen someone resist blood for that long, but looking back on it, you always had the strongest of wills. It was one of the reasons he loved you. You were enchanting, fierce, and a force to be reckoned with. Those were the first few qualities that brought his attention to you in that dingy bar. Back then, his attention was only on you, and he knew by how your heart raced that night he had your devoted attention too. Severen should have known the moment he laid eyes on you that you were his mate. Maybe if he wasn't so damn stubborn or blindly loyal, he'd have seen through Elisa, a lover who wasn't even there, and to you, the one he needed. God, how he wished you were near again, he'd do anything to go back to the nights of stolen glances and accidental touches if it meant you were at least with him.
These last few months have been the bane of his existence. Elisa was supposed to be his everything. She was supposed to be what he's always wanted, but now the only thing he wants is to finally be yours. Without you, the coven began to tear apart. The others rightfully blamed Elisa for your abrupt disappearance, even if the note you wrote to the coven saying goodbye never explained why you left. It was clear to everyone, even Severen, but he refused to acknowledge it. It was easier that way.
Caleb and Mae had been your closest friends, beside Severen, when you first became a part of the coven. But when Elisa returned, you retracted from his side altogether and spent your time with them instead. The couple was enraged and sorrowful with your absence. You were their close friend and meant so much to them. Mae had no intention of stopping Caleb from starting a fight with Severen after months passed without you. Caleb and Mae let their disdain towards Elisa well known that night and accused her of driving you away. Severen was going to fight for his returned lover, but the moment she confessed. Any remaining loyalty to her was gone, and he had no fight to give.
In the simplest of terms, the Hooker coven distributed a fitting punishment for hurting one of their own unto Elisa. Gone, but not dead. Now, there was only one thing they all needed to do, and that was to find you. Severen was convinced he'd never find you again as 4 years passed. There were multiple times when he knew you were near but just out of reach, and it drove him insane. He was a void of who he was. No longer did Severen Van Sickle play or toy with his victims. Hell, sometimes he'd even forget to eat. Not even Homer could make him joke around with the others. It was an unsettling sight to behold.
In Chicago, 1992, there you were in an underground punk bar flirting up a storm with someone he hoped you'd be killing. You felt him. He knew you did because from across the bar, you made eye contact. He was overjoyed to see you, but his joy turned lackluster when your horrified expression came to view, and you ran. You fucking ran away again! A pit of rage fuelled Severen's next actions as he ran after you. He wasn't going to let you slip away this time, not now, not ever again.
Already out of the bar and into the nightlife. You ran far, but you could hear the single click of a spur following you. You knew it was him. You could feel him. With time spent separated, the pull between you two became even more powerful and harder to ignore. It made your heart ache, and you wished you could rip it out from your chest. You swerved and turned down different streets, anything to avoid him. You couldn't handle any more heartbreak. He chose her, and so did the coven. Why is he chasing you now? You gave them the chance to meet you again, but no one came. When will this torture end?
You were convinced by now that you lost the older creature of the night and slowed down to a brisk walk. No longer did you hear that spur click after each of his haunting steps. You made your way home and stepped inside the studio apartment building you've been living in for a bit now. It was thanks to a friend who owned the studio that it was even possible for you to live there. The deal was that she let you live there for free as long as you agreed to supply blood for her. You could leave whenever you wanted, and only had to return the keys. All in all, it was a good trade.
While walking up the stairs, your body froze with nerves when you heard that familiar spur click against the ground as the man who wore it approached from behind. Instinctively, you ran up the steps the moment his voice rang through the echoing staircase. "Oh yoo, who!" He laughed hauntingly as he chased after you. You were beyond panicked. Why was he doing this? You pulled out your keys and bound up the last few steps before struggling with the stupid door. He was close; it felt like electricity rushing down your spine the closer he was getting to you. When you finally opened the door, you slammed it shut, but your stalker caught it with his foot.
On the other side of the door, Severen spoke in a low, threatening but mocking tone. "You avoidin' me, darlin?" He wedge one of his large hands into the opening while you used all of your strength to keep him outside. Your heart ached, and the words slipped from your lips. "You know what you did..." You could visibly feel Severen's rage as his large hand grips the strong door and easily throws it open. His strength makes you stumble back and be thrown deeper into the small studio. When he steps through the entryway, he glares you down and slams the door shut so hard it splinters the wood framing. You jump from the loud slam but just stare at him. He's seething, and you've never seen him like this before. "What I did? You're the one who left?..." He didn't yell, but his accent was thicker as the rage seeped into each letter. Severen slowly stalked towards you, and you took a step away from him each time. The man you saw as your closest friend and the one you loved terrified you in this moment. You returned his glare and clenched your fists tightly in order to ground yourself in the overwhelming situation. "You never met me in Salem or wrote back!" You tried to sound mad. You really did, but you sounded heartbroken instead. Severen's rage waned at your voice. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you with such confusion. "Salem? What're you talkin' 'bout?" You laughed bitterly, and the sound was so broken it twisted Severen's heart. "You don't even remember the letter I wrote you." Severen let out a frustrated growl and wasn't tolerating any of your antics. The older creature of the night stormed right up to you and grasped you by your shoulders. He shaked you to snap your attention to him. "Goddamn it, enough! What letter, Y/N? Please.." His voice held little anger like his actions did. He was begging with his voice and eyes just desperately trying to understand what had happened. You push him away from you as his touch makes it all too much. "My letters.. they were on the counter in the motel room. everyone got one." You left a letter for each of your coven members, saying goodbye and telling them exactly what your plan was, where you would be, and a writing address. Severen thought for a moment, trying to understand what happened before whipping around and smacking the desk below. He hit it so hard the wood cracked beneath his palms. "Fuck!" He yelled when the dots connected, you were confused by the outburst. "Severen... what's going on?" He bit back the groan that filled his throat just from the way you said his name, God did he miss you.
The sadistic cowboy looked over his shoulder, still leaning on his hands over the desk. His gaze was something dark. "We never got your letters 'sides the one for everyone. Elisa musta done somethin' to 'em." You scoffed at him and rubbed your eyes in frustration. It made sense. You ran into her that night and didn't even think about the chance she'd tamper with it. "Speaking of your mate, how is she?" You tried to speak politely, but venom dripped when you said the word 'mate'. Severen stood straight from the desk and stepped towards you. Your eyes were pointed to the ground, so he tilted your chin up to meet his dazzling blue eyes. You melted seeing him up close, but when he grimly spoke, that warmth faded. "Gone." Your body froze. Gone? She was gone, but why? A part of you was happy she was, but it dawned on you that this entire time, you've been living a lie. The coven never knew of your letters or knew how you wanted to return. They didn't abandon you like you thought. When he let that information sink in, Severen questioned in a kinder tone. "What did that letter say?" You didn't meet his eyes when you pulled your chin out from his touch. Everything was too overwhelming. Your lips trembled as the truth is revealed. "It said to meet me on October 30th, 1988, in Salem. I wanted to spend Halloween there with everyone." You paused as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "But none of you came, and 2 months alone turned to 4 years." You were hanging on by a thread, and your voice was just as shaky as your body. For so long, you thought the family you finally found within the Hooker coven was all just a figment of your imagination, and they didn't want you. You fell apart when you felt Severen wrap his arms around you. He pressed his head into the crook of your neck and thread his fingers into your soft hair, pulling you into his chest. He hushed you in his arms, but his own voice was shaky as he spoke. "I've been lookin' for you for all these years... I swear if I'd known 'bout that letter I'd been there. we all woulda…"
Once you finally calmed in his arms, Severen pulled away to face you. He needed to see you properly. It was a shocking sight for you to see his pale cheeks dampened with tears. You reached out to cup his scruffy cheek and wipe the stray tears away. He leans into the touch and gives you a wobbly smile. Not a smirk or grin. a smile. One that you missed for so long, "Why are you crying?" it was a stupid question, but you needed to know. Severen brings his own hand and cups your cheek as you pull your own hand away. His rough thumb rubbed against your soft skin, and his ocean eyes stared at you with such longing and love. "Cause I've been lookin' for you for longer than just those fuckin' 4 years. Now that I have, I ain't ever lettin' you go." Your heart flutters in your chest as Severen leans his forehead against yours. His hot breath fans against your pretty lips. "Is that so?" You mused and wrap both your arms around his strong shoulders. You can feel his lips twitch into a smirk. One of Severens hands tangled itself in your hair, and the other pulled you closer to him by your hip - both grabbing your devoted attention. "Nah, darlin'. That's a fact." He closed the distance between your lips with his. He made your head spin with his gentleness and passion. Severen hummed against your sweet lips as you effortlessly returned his tenderness. He regrettably pulled himself away and looked over your beautiful face. He was remembering each feature and design of you with a charming smirk on his face. "C'mon, the others been dyin' to see ya." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you raised a brow at him with a smirk on your lips. "Dyin?" You knew you weren't returning to that studio ever again because you were finally where you belonged.
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becabeale143 · 1 year
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hansoeii · 1 year
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so…now that you’ve watched ted lasso, are you by any chance on the roy x jamie and/or roy x keeley x jamie train?? curious to know and also if you would ever draw them. so excited to see what beautiful lasso content you may bring us in the future!!
god I want Roy x Keeley x Jamie so bad you have no idea!!! I need all of them to hold hands and be happy. I honestly don't think any of them can live without the other so a throuple is the only solution.
I'm very busy these days so I don't know if I can find the time to draw them, but I'd love to!
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todaysromano · 5 months
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12.09.2023
Today, Romano found a hole at the bottom of his work bag.
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