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copperpipes · 3 days
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Takes getting used to, the beetle.
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The human brain isn't meant to process the amount of data that the perception of the beetle provides. New colors, new senses, and the loss of others.
The beetle is deaf for the frequency at which human speech is spoken in. For him, human speech soundes like muted humming, if not for the scarab translating, Jaime would have been deaf completely. He can sense vibrations and he would be able to tell the direction and distance of a sound, but not actually hear it. All voices sound the same, and he hasn't figured out how to enjoy music again yet, it's difficult to explain.
Sometimes his head starts really hurting and khaji-da can't help him for some reason. Having the armor on helps blunt it a bit. In these moments he understands how much of a permanent thing this is, and it scares him.
@wazzappp :p
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nat-20s · 6 months
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Love love love how every single time Donna meets up with The Doctor again she's like "you're so fucking stupid biggest idiot in the universe wanna be platonic soulmates to the point where we're an extension of each other about it?"
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may12324 · 7 months
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Haircut day - after act 2
it's not the cuddle pile she wants to be in the middle of.
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zaana · 13 days
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Wrecker is fine btw after last episode :)
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spicy-apple-pie · 4 days
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Does Damian consider Selina a mom? No.
Do they gang up on Bruce to allow them to foster kittens in the manor? Absolutely.
I support Damian and Selina bonding over animals and manipulating Bruce.
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turnipoddity · 4 months
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This immediately made me think of your Adam (the outfit) I feel like he sleeps in Lawrence’s button ups fr
definitely. here is he
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zarla-s · 9 months
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valve hear me out
[patreon]
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midnightcrows · 8 months
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You had a front-row seat to Mercymorn’s dreamy eyes going quiet;the eye of the tempest, before she reared back and punched him full in the face. There was not force in that blow, but he whitened as though her fist had been a battering ram. He gagged, doubled over his washstand, and ejected a mouthful of teeth—a tumbling, plinking bowlful; he held his hand over his red and dripping mouth and closed his eyes, and after a few moments straightened back up, a trifle greyer, running his tongue over his regrown incisors.
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just-a-drawing-bean · 7 months
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Some misc Sleuth jesters art I forgot to post <3
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Didn't realize I had so many drawings and doodles, they just build up and I forget to post em <3 love how there's just 1 (one) detective moon
Sleuth Jesters belongs to @naffeclipse Vigilante and detective design by @/sunnys-aesthetic
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catwyk · 20 days
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huh. there's something on my face
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ren-054 · 16 days
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Tiny AIW Excerpt…
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(This doesn’t guarantee a bigger story in the future, have mercy on me pls /lh)
.  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
(prologue thing?)
They took away everything I had left to hold onto. Everything but them, at least. It almost felt freeing, a relief, in a strange way.
The scent of flowers was thick and sweet to my senses. My thoughts slowly blur together as I drowned in the heavy aroma.
No longer did I have to uphold myself as a person. In this land, responsibility was merely a word. A silly word, at that. I was being offered the chance to be freed from the pressure of my former life on a silver platter by the people who have unfailingly proved their devotion to me again and again. Who would I be to deny them?
Gentle hands of cool metal joints and warm motors take my own of flesh. There is an unspoken promise in our grasps.
Out there, there wasn’t anything waiting for me. Really, I had submitted to my fate long before I came here. Before I met them.
I would miss the surface.. My friends.. My brother..
If I just stayed right where I was, surely I’d be happy. He said so. They both did. And I believe them, as much as they believe in me that I’ll stay. I have nowhere to run, therefore I’d never think to walk.
Here, I’ll be safe. Here, I’ll be happy.
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“Sugarcube!~ It’s time for tea!”
I shift as a voice rouses me awake and I groan in protest. I felt so warm… I didn’t want to get up… Get up…
Get up from where?
Eyes snapping open, I sit up, finding myself on a grass and wool-stuffed mattress. A warm blanket made of soft fibers had been wrapped around my body, shrugged off when I began to scan my surroundings.
The room was dimly lit and the air was crisp, making me imagine the walls were made of stone or perhaps bricks. Unfortunately my vision wasn’t the best without my glasses. Candles were lit about the room. There were no windows, but there was a lone door on the far wall. Was I underground?
“There’s my little sunshine!” The same voice from before warbled, followed by the clinking of porcelain. “Come! Come! Before your tea gets cold!”
With bleary vision, I turn toward the voice. At a small wooden table set in the middle of the room sat a familiarly flamboyant red-clad figure with their knees up to their chest as they tried to sit in one of the child-sized chairs. I began shuffling off the bed, brushing myself off.
“M-Mister Hatter?” I mumbled as I walked over. “Wher—“
The Hatter tutted at me before I could finish, placing a delicate finger up to my lips. “Dearest little dewdrop, I told you, you can just call me Sun!”
“Uh, Sun?” I eyed the liquid the bot was pouring into the cups. Yellow flower petals and flecks of green herbs floated prettily along the surface of the unknown brew.
“Hmmm?” Hatter hummed, the swirls in his eyes seeming to glow with warmth at the sound of his name.
“Where am I? I didn’t fall down another hole again, did I?” I rubbed at my eyes. “And have you seen my glasses anywhere?”
“Oh! Those are right here!” Dodging my first question, the Hatter pointed at the other side of the table which sat the other teacup along with the distinct sheen of my lenses against the candlelight. “Come on! Have a sit with this lonely hatter!”
“Ah, right.” I nodded before taking my seat across from the bot, putting my glasses back on once I sat. Ah, vision at last.
The first thing I realized was the room was dingy, dustier than I expected. Before I could really notice any other finer details, Sun piped up once again.
“Very good, my dear,” he praised with a light laugh that made me nearly blush. “Now then, where you are. That’s a simple one!”
I leaned in with anticipation. With a relaxed—almost smug—gaze, the Hatter answered.
“I brought you home.”
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percydoodless · 4 months
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so class of 09 huh
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zialinart · 4 months
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My submission for the fan book for Black sails tenth yeah anniversary
Thank you so much @tobys-walrus-crew for organising this ! Can't wait to see the book !! Also thank you @myfavoritespotonthecitadel for doing the text
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poppy-metal · 5 months
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dark content thoughts...thinking of freshmen reader being desperate to please upperclassmen!jordan... them taking advantage of that.... maybe after they've been knocked down in the rankings, in a shit mood, and there you are with your bright sparkling eyes in awe of them n they wouldn't have to put in any effort, to get you under them. n they haven't had pussy like that in a minute, from a cute thing like you.
all it takes is direct eye contact with them and a jerk of their head for you to stumble over yourself to follow them, minutes later with your knees pressed to your chest, one arm wrapped around your own thighs because jordan ordered it, sobbing, whining sniffling as jordan pounds your cunt. one foot propped on the bed to really drill your shit - balls slapping lewd and loud against your ass. raw, no condom, feels so fucking good.
and jordans gritting their teeth like they're angry at you, one hand gripping your jaw firm as you're rattled against the bed with every thrust "some easy fucking pussy, didn't even have to fucking try-" giving you one quick slap, and then another that jerks your head to the side. your eyes roll back at it, and jordans yanking your head back around the next second, leaning over you "you like that shit, huh, freshmen. getting fucked by me? think i didn't notice you eyeing me up like a lovesick little puppy?" their other hand comes to the back of your head, winding a fist in your hair, jerking your head so you're looking between your legs - "look at it - s'this the dick you wanted? see it fucking that sloppy little hole -" they keep your head in place and you gasp at the lewd sight of their cock sawing in and out of your pussy, the wet sheen of your juices gleaming off their dick with every plunge in and out. you whine and clench around them and they hiss. "yeah, that's right. give it up to me-"
they let your head fall back, only to bring their other leg up on the bed, fully hunched over you know and they grip your thighs, yanking your legs higher up your chest as they pound you even harder. the bed slamming into the wall, your body jostling wildly under them like a fucking ragdoll.
"shit - that's good - " they flick their hair out of their eyes, eyes closed in rapture. you cant help but be mesmerized by them above you. looking like some kind of dark angel. almost looking in pain, their necklace swinging as they move inside you. you wana be good for them, wanna give them this feeling all the time. so you squeeze your pussy muscles around them, squeezing their cock. their breath catches and they pull out of you, slick and wet with your juices "fuck - i need to feel-" they cut off and you gasp, empty and clencing around nothing but then jordan shifts, still gripping you by your fucking ankles to keep you spread and you gasp when they lower themselves down hard, cunt meeting yours, not even giving you a second to process before they're fucking you again. "oh fuck! oh fuuuuck - i needed that - you're so. fucking. sloppy." every word emphasized with a rock of their pelvis into yours. fat clit bullying yours, slippery cunt sliding and fucking against yours.
"jordan-" you cry out, you dont know what for. for mercy, for some relief, for them to slow down.
"god, shut up." they snap, eyes rolling back and in their own world fucking you with their cunt. sliding their meaty little clit between your slick folds, humping it against your wet and clenching hole. "just let me use you." they gasp when they're able to dip their nub fully inside you. "fuck, I can feel you on my clit - you're so tight -"
it goes on like that through the night. being their little fleshlight. getting your little pussy beat up by not just their dick but their cunt, coming around them and against them multiple times.
at some point, twitching and near out of your head and delirious you feel their fingers slipping through the slippery mess of your cunt, following the trail of your juices between your cheeks, till you feel their thumb press against the rim of your asshole. clenching and whimpering but not saying no -"i want this ass, freshmen." the tip of their finger dancing and nudging at your hole - "and you're gonna spread that shit and give it to me."
you know they're right.
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slimynematode · 15 days
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sscenery i made up in my head
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imorphemi · 7 months
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Physical affection
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