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dontfindmerain · 11 months
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:DD
sorry my voice is still shit lmao
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tangledfate · 3 months
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@kttybot asked: ❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ { for Blitz }
“O–KAAAAAAAY~!” Hands up and he’s backing away, tugging at his collar with more than a little discomfort.
“That is– That’s a lot…fuck is there not one of you robots that ISN’T creepy?!” Was it just programmed into them to say fucked up shit and be menacing? Or was he just really fucking lucky?
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cwarscars · 9 months
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@crownfell liked for a starter.
it quells the stinging on his chin - the edge of his lip, bloody. a back-alley brawl that's left the former-general with a swollen smile and purple tainting red. his drink does well to ease any pain; the edge of a fifth that sees bitter whiskey be medicine. with a grimace and a suck of his teeth, he holds a hot breath before he asks for another.
only as his attention's turned from drink for a second does he see the man across the bar; another brawler? another lost soul? just like him-
whatever or whoever the man; he's caught the eyes of a warrior, once savage. a man whose name would have been in the paper yesterday; who, today - is nothing more than anyone else. just another night time face, sitting at the bar, crimson on his lips and liquor waiting to be shared. despite his drink being delivered, he holds his gaze on the other long enough for him to surely notice - and then -
a smirk; the smallest curve of his lip, the bare of fangs between plump lips. a look that dares not look away from desire - a look that simply dares.
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kinkywritcs · 2 years
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It wasn’t like she was in any rush to go back to school just yet. She missed her room, being with her dad and spending time with him. But she also knew how much she reminded him of her mother - his wife. Lana wished she could make her father feel better, especially today since it would be their anniversary, but Lana also understood how much he wanted time to himself. She had made him some dinner earlier but decided to call it an early night. Nights like these, he’d drink and while she hated it, she didn’t know how to take his mind off of her either. 
Lana sat back in her room, watching her reflection for a moment. Was this a curse? To remind her father of her own mother -- his wife? Unable to console him because of her own face? Lana didn’t wish to think about any of this and instead called it an early night. It helped when she took some melatonin to help her relax and sleep just so she wasn’t focusing on her father all night. 
She wished there was more she could do than just make him dinner and act as as a sweet loving daughter. She wished she could cure his heart that was broken after her mother’s death. She wished she wasn’t cursed with the same looks as her mother, because at the end of the day he had a hard time looking at her. 
As close as she was with her father, it was worse because of how distant he needed to remain, all because of the way she looked. -- @disappeardd
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mintytrifecta · 7 months
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[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]
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tizzymcwizzy · 1 year
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this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)
the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)
all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)
you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!
and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!
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bunneis · 1 year
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21/05/23 edit: heres the full gifset
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Will the real FNAF Helpy please stand up?..
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the-phantom-peach · 3 months
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skyward sword… yeah <3
Crimson Loftwing
↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺
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justarandomart · 4 months
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That's fair
a little comic based on this post by @existencebringsonlypain
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weaver-z · 11 months
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Being mutuals with Succession fans without watching the show is crazy r/n. I feel like a noble lord in a gothic novel who's going up to the attic to check on his secret madwoman wife. Hello darling, are you feeling well? Still eating the curtains, I see,
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triona-tribblescore · 4 months
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okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-
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tangledfate · 1 year
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@aetherianxarchive​ asked: “Hey, I’m here for you.”-- For Thea from Ansal on @luna-mxth ;v;
She wasn't going to cry. So what if they'd taken the first chance they’d gotten to kick her out of the tower that had been allotted to her kind after they'd arrived. She didn't need them; she was fine on her own...
If that was true, why did it feel like this?
Lips pressing into a thin line, she crossed the rampart to nearly the other side of the hold and made her way down the stairs and into the garden. There was a small tower there that had yet to be claimed, perhaps the Inquisition allow her to use it.
Or maybe one of their templars would be stationed to watch her like in the circle? Or would they just tell her to leave?
It took some effort to push the door from it's frame, and a good deal more to force it open against the junk that had been left inside to be forgotten. Broken brooms and dishes. Pots and pottery. Shelves and chairs and tables and all manner of odds and ends that looked like they needed to be burned long ago.
She was staring helplessly at the mess before her when someone stepped around her. Ansal said nothing as he started to tidy the space, offering a smile as she watched him with what was likely confusion on her features. Here to help whenever she needed it.
It was the smile that undid her. A sign that their friendship hadn't been severed by her ejection from the tower--the only one that had proven so, it seemed. So, with tears escaping down her cheeks, she stepped into a waiting hug and sobbed as he murmured a gentle reassurance that he somehow knew she needed to hear.
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cwarscars · 1 year
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"You wouldn't want my father to hear about this little slip now , would you?" From Rufus :)))
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it had been a blip - a mishap.
one man in the building that really shouldn't have fucking been there. an intruder who'd slipped security, wormed their way up each floor and somehow landed themselves in the same office as the president's son. heidegger hadn't known a thing until he'd walked on by the sounds of screams. not of the young vice-president, oh no. the person who'd attempted to attack the other had in actuality, been quickly laid-out by him. someone from sort of terror-cell? maybe a branch of that avalanche heidegger had heard so much of. more-likely, a wutain crossing the lines to make a point.
after-all - the war still rages.
be it on the battlefield or in the general's heart. it still rages.
he's as surprised to hear rufus' question as he is to see the man lying on the floor; a shift of his eyes from the wounded to the other. a tightness in his jaw that has it clenched and him looking stunned. he holds his position for a second, scopes the silence. aside from the two of them - the hallway's dead. a late night and few on to work. perhaps that had been why security had been so lax. his men slacking off. sleeping at the wheel. whatever the case, he'd get on them -
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"urgh-" he shakes his head, eyes finally darted toward the ground "my apologies, sir." were his respect to shinra sr not paramount, he'd not be taking it from the man's son. regardless, all heidegger can do is hold hand's behind his back and apologise. "i - i've no idea how my men didn't see him."
the usual growl in his inflection is a weak one; an animal licking a wound (his pride, so sore).
"i-if there's anything i can do-" he'd test the waters, edge his eyes up toward rufus - sprinkle suggestion that a man can get away with anything should he use the right tone "to rectify this situation..." he bows his head "please, allow me."
not out of servitude, but rather out of...self-preservation.
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lilybug-02 · 2 months
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Pain is a great motivator…
Part 26 || First || Previous || Next
—Full Series—
Meanwhile Toriel:
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(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
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feelin-frazzled · 6 months
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Bold of you to assume I can tell apart gender envy, romantic, sexual, aesthetic, and platonic attraction
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