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georgiacooked · 8 months
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Dracula Daily sketch for August 31st
In which Arthur sends a letter.
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calmbigdipper · 2 months
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What you mean to me
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the-spooky-children · 26 days
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rueria · 4 months
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hortus de escapismo word vomit bc i cant seem to get this event outta my head apparently
i don't know who and how many exactly in the monastery were influenced by arturia, maybe her arts made the non-sarkaz more on-edge towards the sarkaz as a reflection of their hidden frustrations. maybe delfina and fortuna could have resolved things more calmly if it wasn't for her music. if she wasn't there, maybe clement wouldn't have submitted to his despair so soon. or maybe not.
i believe what happened in the monastery wasn't her fault (the root cause here is laterano's status quo, among other things), she "just" accelerated it. what happened would've probably still happened. and it's not like removing one's inhibitions and showing their truest emotions is inherently destructive. the abbot prepared the communion bread, but at the last moment he decided not to bring it to the last mass. i believe that was his true desire.
honestly, what i find curious is executor's single-mindedness in trying to apprehend her. and i do remember that he blames her, saying something like "once again, your actions have led to deaths" (non-verbatim)
idk, i also think her arts are dangerous, but that dangerous that he almost drops everything else the moment he recognizes her cello? and what i find ironic is that, he essentially watched clement kill himself. he tried to dissuade him, yes, but he ultimately respected his choice. is it because he knew, as someone who knows arturia's arts more than anyone else, that *this* was what clement really wanted to do, and he couldn't bring himself to interfere?
what does he really think about arturia and her arts? federico isn't prejudiced the way other sankta are, he just enforces the law to the letter (and for that matter, why *does* he do that? i doubt it's just bc it's his job?). does he view arturia as urgently dangerous because she's a major threat to the law, aka the status quo? if thats the case, isn't it strange that he seems to be the only one who's that dedicated to catching her? mr. oren "preserve laterano's greatness" argiolas was more concerned about protecting laterano-leithanien relations over her. maybe bc he's the only one who understands how powerful her arts are? then, how does he react when he finds out that she's [redacted]? can ZH pls come faster
anyway uh back to arturia, i don't think arturia is evil but i do think she's wrong. wrong in that i personally can't agree with her on principle. i don't think what she wants is bad or evil tbh, or even truly wrong. i just can't agree with it. a person's true emotions and desires aren't all a person should be. inhibitions, while they can be limiting, are also just as much part of a person as their truest emotions. it's like putting a person in a dire and deadly situation and judging them based on their actions in those circumstances, labeling that as their true self. idk, maybe i'm misinterpreting what exactly she wants and how her arts work, or what "true emotions" even are. maybe it's because i try to think what would happen if *i* listened to her music and i feel like i'd probably do things i'd regret.
well, ZH should probably answer a lot of my questions about arturia. but it seems to me that it'd be a long while before the laterano storyline is resolved, especially since it also concerns the sarkaz
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Books of 2024: THE KAIJU PRESERVATION SOCIETY by John Scalzi.
I picked this up when he and Martha Wells were talking about WITCH KING at one of my local bookstores last summer partially because I felt bad shoving a stack of things for her to sign at her with nothing for him, sitting right next to her, after he'd been so delightful to listen to too, but! It is finally time! I need something funny and ridiculous and light, and I have it on good authority that this'll work.
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myjealouseyes · 1 month
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Full moon!!!! When wolfstar!daughter finds out her dad is a werewolf she’s on the younger side (8-10) and slightly nervous. Not of him, though. Never of him. (How can she be nervous of the man who shares his breakfast with the birds and plays dolls with her in the evenings? That part never made sense to her. even back then.) when they tell her he’s expecting her to be scared of him but she’s not. She just worried for him. “Does it hurt?” Is the first the thing she asks him.
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jorvikpov · 8 months
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It is a dark and quiet night.
The evening dew hangs heavy in the full, deep-green tree crowns of late summer, and somewhere among the branches, the last bird awake sings itself a lullaby. A light wind moves through the forest, carried from beyond the northern mountains and bringing with it a subtle but biting chill; it travels slowly but surely southwestward, and everywhere it goes, each leaf in the forests and each flower in the meadows shivers and shakes. Even the Moon herself seems to be sheltering from it, the warm black of the night sky wrapped like a blanket around all but a sliver of her cold, harsh body, and much of what little light she lets shine over Jorvik is lost in the maze of sprawling tree crowns.
Deep in the forest, hidden between ancient tree trunks and their wild and weaving roots, something shimmers and glows with a strange, otherworldly warmth, unbothered as always by the otherworldly cold from beyond the mountaintops. It calls to you, pulls on the humming in your blood, and you allow yourself to play with it for but a moment before shutting down the current of energy and feeling the runestone grow still. Your horse’s back is warm against you, withers bobbing up and down just by your head as it grazes on the rich, evergreen grass. Every so often, the heavy branches above you move just enough that you catch a glimpse of the stars, blindingly bright against the deep dark of the sky and the forest; where the warmth of your horse’s back anchors you, the sight of the stars ignites in your heart a deep ache for something that you cannot quite put your finger on, but which feels deeper and larger than you and perhaps even than the world itself.
Something calls to you again, and you reach for it, winding it into your mind like yarn spun around a finger until it’s strung tight between the skein and the hand. The picture is weak enough that you have to focus for it not to fall away from you - weak enough that you know where you are, still, and that your horse’s fur has not stopped itching through the thin fabric of your shirt - and you clasp your hand around the thread, feeling your eyebrows tighten into a frown.
Something is wrong with the circus.
There are far too many horses, and they all look too alike and too familiar: even though you’re certain you haven’t come across this many white horses throughout your entire life, each and every one of them has something in the curve of their nose or the glint in their eye that you can’t shake the feeling of having seen before; the cages appear as empty as they always have, but you know it to be true in your heart as clearly as in your mind that they aren’t; it is the first time you have been alone here - not even the showman, or the constant pair his jester and his horse make up, are around - and the sense that somebody is watching you will not abandon you, no matter how many times you turn your head in every imaginable direction to check just one more time.
The wind blows across your face, waking you from the vision, and overhead the branches sway in the breeze just enough that you can make out a constellation far, far above you. The Mare. As you begin to unwind the thread from your hands, you catch on a knot: something previously unnoticed that will not let you leave it unseen any longer. You get no more warning than just the slightest tingle at the back of your head before blinding light fills the world, and then for just the briefest of moments you are standing before a cage that is no longer empty even to your eyes. Something grabs you and pulls you backwards, and then you are not you but somebody, or something, else: you are moving fast, too fast, and your arms and legs feel wrong - too long and slender and hard and fragile - and with the force your bare feet are hitting the ground they should be hurting like nothing else, but you cannot feel them at all. You look around and below you, and then you stumble and fall on far too many legs, and the air is knocked out of your lungs.
The ground is soft against your back and a damp, cold blade of grass tickles your cheek. You reach out for something, though you hardly know what, and when you open your eyes, it is to find your horse leaned over you; it puffs warm air into your face, touches its muzzle to your cheek, breathes starlight over your skin, and so deeply you might drown in it, you breathe in the night.
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infernal-feminae · 2 days
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So i have another idea for an OC-
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snixx · 10 months
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I can't believe paramore has never been my #1 artist on spotify wrapped like they're the artist I've consistently called my favourite for the longest time they WOULD'VE been #1 in 2k19 if they were on spotify india back then and i listened to them there instead of on youtube (or it could've been coldplay i guess) and they've been in my top 5 every year without fail but THEY'RE GETTING #1 THIS YEAR IDC
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the-kipsabian · 2 months
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thedelusionreaderbitch · 11 months
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Am I in the process of writing a 4000+ word fic for fucking Link from Botw? 
Yes, yes I am. 
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cannibalthoughts · 2 years
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Bruno Madrigal bolted upright with a yelp, sand cascading off of him. His eyes were not glowing.
“Señor Murillo?” Bruno rubbed at his eyes. “What time is it?”
In which Bruno’s sleeping habits rarely align with the solar cycle, or with the demands placed on him.
For Encantober day 20: prophecy
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cherryeol04 · 10 months
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do another straykids 0t8 werewolf au. Because I really enjoyed that story. Thanks.
Hi my love!
You know, I've been toying around the idea of what my next story would be after the No Control Series. I have been working on this series since 2020 - wow it's actually been almost 3 years since I started it! 😲 I have other WIPs I need to finish, like Daydreams and Sunshine and the Office Love Series. Honestly I kinda feel lost when I think about not having this story to work on anymore. And I absolutely love wolf aus / omegeverse aus so I would definitely want to write another one! I have a thought or two about what I could do, but I'm curious anon, what exactly did you have in mind? Was there a certain plot you were interested in or anything?
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ceebit · 1 year
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quick questions what r en- fans called. i’ve been listening to their discography lately and literally every single song i’ve heard so far is a HIT
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laurzzz-spam · 11 months
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WHAT IT IS HOE WHAT'S UP
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deanmartinofficial · 1 year
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louie vegetarian era part 4
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