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lienwyn · 11 months
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I’m apparently incapable of drawing a banner for my fics and NOT turn it into a separate art piece. Because I’m an overachiever like that.
But yeah. Everyone’s favourite Murder Dentist, Seo Moon Jo.
And if he looks a little more dead than usual, that’s intentional. He is, in fact, incredibly dead. Because for some reason I decided to write a Zombie AU. So yeah. Enjoy? x’D
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My parents: Hey, so we're going to one of our friends' places, and your sibling is out with friends too. So you're basically home alone.. Just make sure the door is locked and don't set the house on fire. Bye.
Me: *hears the front door lock clicking in place*
Me: *Slowly comes out of my room, looks around, looks out through the window to make sure that my parents have left*
Me: *sighs* Haa... Finally home alone!!
Me: *Goes around the house closing windows and curtains, turning off the lights and making sure the front and back doors are closed*
Me: "Now I can do whatever I want!!" *smiles mischievously*
Me: *Starts the TV and turns the volume up to maximum*
Me: *Watches YouTube videos on Laptop without Headphones*
Me: *Listens to music on speakers*
Me: *Simultaneously does karaoke in the worst high pitched voice possible*
Me: *Dances in the living room knowing that I can't dance*
Me: *Takes a comb and pretends to sing rock music on the stage in a wild concert*
Me: *Rolls around the house while sitting backwards in a moving chair* "I'm a superhero!! Fear me bitches!!"
Me: "Goes near the mirror and screams* "It's disgusting to be related to you!!"
Me: *Tries to recreate viral dance videos on the internet and runs out of breath without being successful*
Me: *Pretends to be playing guitar jumping on one leg while vigorously moving head up and down along with mimicking guitar sound* "Na na naa naa!! Na na naa naa naa!! "
Me: *Finishes all the snacks present in the kitchen and searches for more*
Me: *Lies on the floor and moves my limbs around pretending playing in the snow*
Me: *Moves around doing a couple dance with an old shirt and pretending to be the main character of a romantic movie while lovingly staring at the shirt as if it's my lover"
Me: *Jumps from the sofa and climbs onto another counter while yelling* "The floor's lava!!!"
Me: *Does somersaults on the floor while yelling* "Cannonball !! "
Me: *Takes a tour of siblings room* "How does this asshole have so many of my things hidden away!?"
Me: *Plays football with the cushions from siblings room*
Me: *Hides random things from various rooms in the house to save for later use*
Me: "One last song then I'll go in my room and pretend to be laying around.. It's around time they come home anyway.. "
*Hears the door open just as the song's about to come to an end*
*Slowly turns around to see my sibling standing in the door, looking at me with wide eyes*
Me:
Sibling:
*Sibling slowly turns around, closes the door, slowly moves towards me.. *
Me:
Sibling:
Me:
Sibling: "... Can I... join you?"
Me:
Sibling: "Pretty please??"
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space-gutz · 1 month
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people need to draw him more
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i love you giant dragon man version of fark <3 aka buff fark. ur so cool. please play minecraft with me can we be friends
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honeycombhank · 2 months
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Why does princess look like such a bitch? lol!
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badboy101 · 9 months
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"I just read that someone in New York gets stabbed every 52 seconds. Poor guy."
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flowerflamestars · 1 year
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Contretemps snippet
“You deny the sentience of the children of House Amidala, the firstborn of Padme Naberrie Amidala, and very well the future regnal Queen of Naboo, because you would rather that than acknowledge the hearts and minds and souls of millions who have fought and died for you?” Maul hated the fucking Senate.   Laced in misery and lies, even without the active taint of Sith intervention, everything on this damned planet was stained. Shadowed. Just because he’d found the trickle that led to sanity in this place, gained the rank of Knight in this warm, loving temple, it didn’t mean that he had to like it.   “Sir,” Fizz murmured, slightest push of questioning suggestion, his Lieutenant’s Force presence bubbling with phantom sunlight.   Maul turned back his attention to the broadcast.   Naboo.   Sithfucking, wretched, beautiful, cursed, Naboo. He couldn’t escape it.    It was not common knowledge where Maul had spent his childhood. Not among the Order and not at all in his files- the facts of Maul’s reality- Maul’s capture- had been entirely obscured for his own tenuous safety at the time he’d been dragged in. That he’d told his troopers, fellow child-slaves that they had been, was a mark of deeper Jedi sentiment that he liked to admit to himself.   “My children exist,” Senator Amidala’s ceremonial face paint was shattered through in scarlet lines. The high art of Naboo, where each phrase, every gesture, might seek to reach forward in meaning and backward in sentiment, reference and poetry and systemic, artful poise.   Nothing subtle about her now.   Red, for war.   Red, to remember.   “My children,” the broadcast shifted focus as her voice ironed out into ferocity, two round-faced human infants, wide-eyed, calm in the arms of the clone commander very exactly her left, Fox, where royal consorts stood, “Live and breathe and grow. If this august body suddenly believes it has the ability to deny the most basic realities and their intrinsic, inalienably rights as guaranteed by the Charter of the Republic co-written and sealed by my most holy predecessor, the first Amidala, than it may be time indeed, for the end of this union.”   Runi, stretched out on Maul’s living room floor, reassembling her riffle, snorted. “So much for peace.”
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eriquin · 4 months
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Writing progress and graphs
So one thing I do is track my writing, both on a daily basis and week to week. I recently added something that tracked month to month, just to see if there are other trends that show up there.
It's February now, so January is finally on that chart. Here's what it looks like now:
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I think I might have an outlier.
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kivaember · 1 month
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This might be kind of a dumb question but what is your favorite ship to write about?
honestly i feel like it's a tie between viv621 and walt/mich. I've gone completely insane building their backstories and how their characters mesh together so im just vibrating at the speed of light waiting for the chance to yell my various essays about them to anyone who asks...
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tsuntsunfangirl · 2 years
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Me: ...i do kinda miss him
Me, a few seconds later: But i don't want him back
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thewolfisawake · 4 months
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The Unseelie Princess and Prince have, obviously, been raised in the palace and have grown up with attendance in important events. They have an assortment of diadems and circlets to wear alongside their wardrobe. As such, they are accustomed to dressing much nicer even around the palace. Balmoral does think that they get their sense of fashion from their other parent but doesn't really comment on it.
However because of them and his Royal Protector's penchant for the more stylish, Balmoral also has to cede he has to do better. Even as a king, he hasn't quite understood the access to riches he has since he sometimes still thinks back of growing up with everything going to everything but himself. Sceolan and Nathair who have grown around it have never thought about it. And Mhoirbheinn likes being able to be showy or vain about his appearance because he never had prior and just plain likes the nicer things.
As such, Balmoral does turn to Mhoirbheinn for help on the matter. To which his lover is more than happy to do. And chooses all the nice things for Balmoral, who is likely half-asleep or working in small ways, during this. It surprises the servants that usually help him because he's already dressed and thus not needed. Mhoirbheinn usually slips out before they even get there because they have to maintain the secrecy somehow.
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mydetheturk · 1 year
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so i wanted to have an actual fic ready for wip wednesday but idk if ill have anything ready because im currently listening to starset's transmissions album in full and thinking about trigun
i dont have brainworms YOU have brainworms
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nemo-in-wonderland · 1 year
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Tell me if it's conceivable that I actually needed an AU to draw baby Dorothea with her papa.
DEAR GODS.
I focused so much on the romantic artworks, that I should have given more space to the familial ones.
ALL THE LOVE FOR MY BEBE DOTTIE.
ALL THE LOVE.
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goncharrival · 1 year
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Got diagnosed with another chronic condition as an add-on to my surgery today
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pertinax--loculos · 2 years
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Liberate
"How are you doing?" Casimir says, and there's an undercurrent to his words that Ethos loses among the restless writhe of what he can and will do.
Ethos shrugs, mostly to give him time to swallow. It allows his voice to come out more even than it was, and he hopes the rest will be put down to having just woken up. "Can't complain. Or if I could I wouldn't stop, so it seems easiest just not to start."
A pause. Casimir's futures spin and spiral, a spiderwebbed fractual fracturing fathomless. The ache behind Ethos's eyes shifts, melds, comes to rest dead centre of his eyes, and he rubs at the threatened fissure of his skull.
Eyes closed, he sees clearly when something changes in Casimir's futures. He can't see the decision, can't see what it leads to, but he sees the fundamental shift in the way the tendrils reweave themselves, sees the foundation dislocate and lodge anew, watches the branches of possibilities grow and splinter and fall away.
The cell door scrapes, and Ethos opens his eyes.
"Where are we going?" he says, because talking is better than thinking, because thinking will lead him down dangerous roads and he's already losing the battle against that insidious and awful thread of hope. "It must be like five in the morning. I didn't pick your boss for an all-hours kinda guy."
"It's four-thirty," Casimir says. "And he's not."
He steps back away from the opening in the bars, pulling the cell door wide. "Come on."
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thedankmemes · 2 months
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badboy101 · 9 months
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Why do blacks always run so fast at the Olympics? My theory is that it’s because every race starts with a white man firing a gun.
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