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indigos-stardust · 3 months
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Work In Progress
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garden party after honorific ceremony for the "Knights of the Four Sword"
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antithcsis · 6 months
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if you’re looking to read more books, here are the ones i recommend:
- the darkness outside us by eliot schrefer
- dark rise by c.s. pacat
- the green creek series by t.j. klune (4 books)
- the all for the game series by nora sakavic (3 books)
- the raven boys series by maggie stiefvater (4 books)
they’re all amazing and have carved a hole into my chest and made a home there, i hold them very dear to my heart
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lavenoon · 1 year
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Into a new day, together
@naffeclipse I cannot begin to tell you how emotional I am over the CS ending - their happiness and chance at healing mean so much to me ;v;
And a small, very rough bonus that I see happening between the first two panels - someone giving Nessie that last little push to accept the affection she feels too guilty to indulge in <3
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kickingtheladder · 15 days
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Me yesterday: Hey write a fic about Edwin's mother, it'll be fun!
Me now: googling early 1900s astronomy and 1920s spiritualism and CS Lewis's Christian theological writings
Also me now: ...this started off as barely fanfic due to being about a character who is not even mentioned in this show and whom we know literally nothing about, and now is just in the realm of self-indulgent nonsense I think
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askthecsau · 4 months
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...What is the meaning of this?
Oh, come on~
It'll be fun.
The others won't know who you are, do they~
Ooh, the suspense~ the uncertainty~
CS!Sigma can only sigh as they look over at the two people CS!Nikolai have dragged for this before bowing apologetically
Sorry that Nikolai have to drag you to this. I know that you have more important things to attend to, Sir.
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Why am I being dragged into this?
Sorry to bother you about this, Duke of Darkness, but one of my associates wanted you to join.
But make this quick. I cannot stand being out here in the light.
Quick as it'll ever be~☆
CS!Nikolai pats him on the shoulder, causing him to look at CS!Nikolai in disbelief
Don't touch me.
Whoopsies~☆
Forgot how untouchy you can be~
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butchdazai · 1 year
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on that github grind 🔥
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comic-art-showcase · 4 months
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Blink from Bitter Root by Sanford Greene
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x16 It's not Easy Being Green
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Note: I don't know who created the above gif. If you're the creator, reach out to me, and I'll add an attribution.
Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 649
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)
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Emotions swirled within her that evening as she heard the knock at her door at the B&B and opened to find her son and Killian–windswept, smiling, excited–standing before her.  So many emotions, she wondered how they could all exist within one person and not tear her apart.
Grief over Neal’s death, anger over the Zelena for causing it, frustration that they’d survived the recent encounter but still been thoroughly trounced, relief that her son at least was safe and happy, something like butterflies at the very sight of Killian, guilt that she might, possibly, perhaps, in some small way feel….something…for him.  Not love of course!  Couldn’t be that, but…something.  But yes guilt that she could feel anything for someone else when Neal had just died, anger at Neal for his bull-headed stupidity in getting himself killed.
Yes, all of that, but above all, an overwhelming desire to run.  A part of her deep inside knew things were more complicated now, that she couldn’t just run back to New York, to the good life she’d thought she had, and forget about all of this–Storybrooke, magic, being the savior, her family, Henry’s family. Killian.  But the fact that she knew that was the case didn’t make the desire lessen.
Why, why, why couldn’t she just have an ordinary life?  A peaceful one?  One where she didn’t have to worry about some sadistic green witch turning her son into a flying monkey?  One where she could have an ordinary job (albeit one with more than a little danger and unpredictability)?  One where she could have a perfectly ordinary (even if kind of boring) man to love?
He was lying to you.  He was really just another one of Zelena’s flying monkeys, the honest part of her that she could never completely drown out pointed out helpfully.
And there it was.  Even her happy, ordinary life was an illusion.  But she’d built a happy, normal life for herself and Henry.  She could do it again, and she could put all of this behind her.
At least so she told herself when she was alone, when Killian wasn’t standing in front of her looking at her like that–like he knew her, really knew her to her core and loved her anyway.  It was terrifying.
“How did the queen fare against the witch?” Killian asked as soon as Henry disappeared into their room.
“She survived, but the rest is definitely more than a doorway conversation,” she said a little dismissively.  But Killian deserved more than that.  He deserved at least a little gratitude.  “Thanks for taking him.”
Killian smiled wistfully.  “There’s more Bae in your boy than you realize,” he said sadly.  
She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice.  It was easy to forget–especially after the idiots the two of them made of themselves over her in Neverland, but Killian cared for Neal too, mourned him too. She prepared to say something comforting, something to let him know she understood and was there for him like he’d been there for her, but then he continued and touched on the heart of the issue.
“He needs to know about his father, Emma,” he said gently but firmly. “You can’t just take him back to New York when this is over and pretend like none of this is real.”
The fear, guilt and need to run bubbled up again, and she knew she couldn’t deal with this any more tonight. 
And so she ran.  Rather than answer, she smiled sadly, said good night and disappeared into her room.  One day, probably one day soon, she’d need to confront the truth of what he’d said, but that day was not today.  Today she just needed to shut him out, listen to her son gush about the fun he’d had with Killian, and pretend like normal was still possible.
NEXT CHAPTER->
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If I had a nickel for every charismatic, seductive, musically talented baddie with a snake motif and a mysterious past, who was written by a Problematic White Guy and goes down in a brief fight preceded by a drawn-out argument, I'd have two nickels.
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I have to specify the bit about musical talent and a mysterious past, or else I could also be talking about the young version (pre-Fiennes, with hair and a nose) of an evil wizard written by a certain Problematic White Gal.
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redxcrackle · 10 months
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💚Graham Calloway Aesthetic💚
If you want to be +/- to the taglist you can text, reblog w/ comment, ask, etc. You will be tagged for every aesthetic that I do.
♥️Taglist: @grahamcarmen @fuckyeahmiraculous @rys-redcrackle @chiefladyluminary @etherealdisneyvillainness @lara635kookie
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indigos-stardust · 5 months
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Close Up of Green
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saschacant · 11 months
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As I near six marks of delight here at these rooms behind a bookshop, I just wanted to say that Neville is one of my favourite tastes. Not only that, but his vital pigment smells amazing. It makes me get a little restless to be honest. Like, I cannot get him deep enough in my fistulae to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I hear those intense, desperate, weeping pounds of his fists from my cupboard. When I lean back on my heels, look up at you with phrygian pouring from my lips and the vigilant storm burst forth from my remains, smooth without and red within and ask you “what are the words that make the sacrifice sweet?” and you cannot even speak because I’ve set your blood (and dick) afire with the rite of the crucible soul..... that’s when I’m satisfied.
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pevensiegiigi · 8 months
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“and the next was a room all covered in green, with a harp in a corner..."
— The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
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snowbellewells · 3 months
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CS Fic Rec Monday: "Another Kind of Green" by @let-it-raines
This short Modern AU MC is just a lovely one to revisit - I've definitely already read it mutiple times. @let-it-raines is a master at the Modern AU with fun and inventive ways for Emma and Killian to meet, get to know each other, and come to realize that they belong together. :) I especially enjoyed the way Raines set up Emma's background (she's a model of wedding dresses and wants no part of weddings!) and wove the supporting characters in (I always love a live Graham too, so bonus points for that!) I could keep on rambling about the joy that this is to read, but your time would be better spent finding this one seeing for yourself! :)
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"Another Kind of Green" by: @let-it-raines
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celestdraws · 5 months
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Quintin is a reaper here to collect those pesky pesky stray souls who think they can just wander about unmoored, hiding in the living.
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pisspope · 4 months
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gale of waterdeep btw
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