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So I just watched the fnaf movie

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Based on that twt trend

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NYARISSA WEEMS

i need to bite her

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THE JAN ONE???? HELP???? NOOOOO NOT THE EGG FJFDJFHDH

♡ Valentine's day is right around the corner ♡

➔ Give your love, friend, or enemy a Gwen card!

(Sorry if anyone has already posted similar, I haven't seen any recently)

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #valentines cards #valentines memes #miranda hilmarson #jane murdstone #larissa weems #brienne of tarth #lucifer morningstar #jan stevens

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Devil’s Advocate - PART 1/2

Lucifer Morningstar (Sandman) x Dead!Reader

TW & A/N: R passes from an implied inebriated fall (DDDNE), Drinking, Smoking, Mentions of a high/drug related analogies/metaphors(?),

LATER TAGS TO NOTE: Heavy Sadism/Masochism, Blood + Blood Drinking, Slut-Shaming/Harsh Degrading, Dubious Consent (R is bound by contract, yet still consents + is sober, so I’m not sure if this is dubious consent or not, but I’m not taking any chances afhksdfj), Brief mentions of being apathetic towards death/life

WC: ~1.3K

Considering how you came to be acquainted with The Devil–some would even call you ‘friendly’--you hadn’t expected to be as deep into the murky depths as you were. Not only were you enticed by the embodiment of sin, but the idea made your brow crease and your palms begin to sweat. Your church always chided the children, telling them Satan was no martyr, no king. They said Satan was the ruler of the misfits, the outcasts, the uglies of the world.

In time, you came to understand that no one was an Angel. The closest that Heaven ever got to having an angel was Lucifer Morningstar. And even then, that didn’t last very long, did it?

As you grew into adulthood, becoming a misfit, an outcast, an ugly–it was inevitable. You remember the first time you peeked down the barrel of a bottle, flicked the sparker of a lighter. The teen angst got the best of you, and you never had it in you to care.

The ecstasy was heaven, the sin was salvation.

–

Your drinking buddy, Sal, said you were too cocky when you began dancing on the roof, holding the cheap bottle of Budweiser in one hand, a cigarette in the other. You were two bottles in, and a pack and a half down.

You didn’t care. Why would you? Life was so bland, like the same flavor of the same food. It had always been that way, since the day you realized you wouldn’t amount to much more than an office worker. You had no passion, no drive. Dying wouldn’t be terrible, living wasn’t terrible. But you craved more. And so you chased that rush, that hit of adrenaline when you balanced on a bridge high above the crashing waves, or when you set your hand on fire after covering it in hair gel, diving into the pool next to you to extinguish it.

Or like now, as you danced carelessly above your apartment, leaning over the edge and screaming along to the lyrics of the music, laughing loudly and throwing the finished cigarette over the edge. You watched it fall, the end glowing a deep orange, and suddenly you felt dizzy. The alcohol hit all at once, and instead of disappearing, you watched as the cigarette got closer, and closer, and closer. The realization didn’t hit you until you heard Sal scream after you, and in an instant, the rushing wind filled your head, you watched as the ground rushed closer to you in your periphery. Your eyes never straying from the falling cigarette, which distinguished on the cold pavement, and then…nothing.

—

Heat. The first thing to hit your senses when you began to rouse, was the heat. It was hot enough to make your nostrils burn as you took in slow, confused breaths.

Your throat felt dry…honestly, everything felt dry and aching, like you had just fallen 36 stories and landed head first on the floor you were currently laying on. When you finally decided to start moving and dared to crack open your eyes, you found that there seemed to be no ceiling, no moon, no sun, no stars. You hadn’t the faintest idea whether you were indoors or outside, if it was day or night. The sky was a dusted rose, a perpetual late evening or early morning.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, a gentle wind picked up– hot as well, unfortunately. With a little groan, you managed to get up, before quickly crumbling back to the floor. For whatever reason, the fall had seriously inhibited your ability to balance, or walk- really.

You had no idea where you were going, no idea what to do. When you glanced up from your hands and the smooth marble of the floor, your eyes caught on an opening at the end of the hall. Luckily, it didn’t look to be very far away.

So, with a sigh of personal defeat, you began to crawl. Even that was a struggle, yet you persisted. One hand, one knee, one hand, one knee. One hand-

“Going somewhere, starlight?”

—

END PT 1 HCJSJDJ THANKS FOR READING!!!

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Devil’s Advocate - PART 1/2

Lucifer Morningstar (Sandman) x Dead!Reader

TW & A/N: R passes from an implied inebriated fall (DDDNE), Drinking, Smoking, Mentions of a high/drug related analogies/metaphors(?),

LATER TAGS TO NOTE: Heavy Sadism/Masochism, Blood + Blood Drinking, Slut-Shaming/Harsh Degrading, Dubious Consent (R is bound by contract, yet still consents + is sober, so I’m not sure if this is dubious consent or not, but I’m not taking any chances afhksdfj), Brief mentions of being apathetic towards death/life

WC: ~1.3K

Considering how you came to be acquainted with The Devil–some would even call you ‘friendly’--you hadn’t expected to be as deep into the murky depths as you were. Not only were you enticed by the embodiment of sin, but the idea made your brow crease and your palms begin to sweat. Your church always chided the children, telling them Satan was no martyr, no king. They said Satan was the ruler of the misfits, the outcasts, the uglies of the world.

In time, you came to understand that no one was an Angel. The closest that Heaven ever got to having an angel was Lucifer Morningstar. And even then, that didn’t last very long, did it?

As you grew into adulthood, becoming a misfit, an outcast, an ugly–it was inevitable. You remember the first time you peeked down the barrel of a bottle, flicked the sparker of a lighter. The teen angst got the best of you, and you never had it in you to care.

The ecstasy was heaven, the sin was salvation.

–

Your drinking buddy, Sal, said you were too cocky when you began dancing on the roof, holding the cheap bottle of Budweiser in one hand, a cigarette in the other. You were two bottles in, and a pack and a half down.

You didn’t care. Why would you? Life was so bland, like the same flavor of the same food. It had always been that way, since the day you realized you wouldn’t amount to much more than an office worker. You had no passion, no drive. Dying wouldn’t be terrible, living wasn’t terrible. But you craved more. And so you chased that rush, that hit of adrenaline when you balanced on a bridge high above the crashing waves, or when you set your hand on fire after covering it in hair gel, diving into the pool next to you to extinguish it.

Or like now, as you danced carelessly above your apartment, leaning over the edge and screaming along to the lyrics of the music, laughing loudly and throwing the finished cigarette over the edge. You watched it fall, the end glowing a deep orange, and suddenly you felt dizzy. The alcohol hit all at once, and instead of disappearing, you watched as the cigarette got closer, and closer, and closer. The realization didn’t hit you until you heard Sal scream after you, and in an instant, the rushing wind filled your head, you watched as the ground rushed closer to you in your periphery. Your eyes never straying from the falling cigarette, which distinguished on the cold pavement, and then…nothing.

—

Heat. The first thing to hit your senses when you began to rouse, was the heat. It was hot enough to make your nostrils burn as you took in slow, confused breaths.

Your throat felt dry…honestly, everything felt dry and aching, like you had just fallen 36 stories and landed head first on the floor you were currently laying on. When you finally decided to start moving and dared to crack open your eyes, you found that there seemed to be no ceiling, no moon, no sun, no stars. You hadn’t the faintest idea whether you were indoors or outside, if it was day or night. The sky was a dusted rose, a perpetual late evening or early morning.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, a gentle wind picked up– hot as well, unfortunately. With a little groan, you managed to get up, before quickly crumbling back to the floor. For whatever reason, the fall had seriously inhibited your ability to balance, or walk- really.

You had no idea where you were going, no idea what to do. When you glanced up from your hands and the smooth marble of the floor, your eyes caught on an opening at the end of the hall. Luckily, it didn’t look to be very far away.

So, with a sigh of personal defeat, you began to crawl. Even that was a struggle, yet you persisted. One hand, one knee, one hand, one knee. One hand-

“Going somewhere, starlight?”

—

END PT 1 HCJSJDJ THANKS FOR READING!!!

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #gwendoline christie #lucifer morningstar x y/n #the sandman #dddne #tw death

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i kind of hunger for a shapeshifter heavy larissa fic…… i may do that….perhaps…

#OUAGHHHH #melissa schemmenti x y/n #larissa weems #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #gwendoline christie

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Embrace the cringe.

Write weird fanfic.

Read weird fanfic.

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All 13 full moons of 2023

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tumblr is a “public diary” to you. to me its a public journal. like men have. im masc.

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“i don’t like gay people”

she says while holding her girlfriend closer to her than a baby would a favourite plushy, mouth literally enveloping her girlfriend like a goddamn frog to a fly, absolutely exploding with dyke fantasies and yearning for a woman’s touch more than she thinks about that lesbian bar she went to when she was freshly 21

#just girly things #just girly thoughts #i’m just a girl

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she’s pookie wookie bookie bear me thinks……

How have I never seen this 😂🤣

#lisa ann walter #abbott elementary

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@fleshdyke WHAT?????? LIKE THIS WASNT JUST SOME GIRL THIS WAS AN ENTIRE ACTUAL LIKE FAN ACCOUNT?? WHAT??? HDJSJCNS????????

the funniest thing abt hannibal fans on this site is the way ppl will post screenshots from the show and be like "HIS SLIME 😍😍😍" and the picture is mads mikkelsen looking like this

#i’m going insane #what the hell is happening

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best advice i ever got as a writer was to pick a hobby that i hated more than writing and stick with it. i’m a runner now and it’s miserable and i Hate It and writing is so lovely in comparison. bonus: i’m in excellent shape and running gives you a lot of time to think about writing. i’ve solved a lot of plot complications while running.

This is such funny advice. Writing is so excruciating, you gotta take up Self Torture so that writing feels like a fun little break 😭

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reading through and this cannot stay hidden in the tags

@sixofkaz please tell us more 😭

the funniest thing abt hannibal fans on this site is the way ppl will post screenshots from the show and be like "HIS SLIME 😍😍😍" and the picture is mads mikkelsen looking like this

#the way his lips are so flat that u have to view it from different angles to even visualise what a smile from this man MIGHT look like

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smart cookie <3333

LISA ANN WALTER 📷 WINNER of CELEBRITY JEOPARDY FINAL (JAN 23 2024)

#lisa.gif #branzino.gif #lisa ann walter