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spencerbleds0e · 7 months
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imagine taking out felicia because you're worried about her being a bitter jury member and persuading others, when your social game is horrendous. social game is equally if not more important than comp wins
you have a whole ass showmance still in the house who will gladly evict you a second time if given the chance, yet you're going after meme and felicia who can't win shit. make it make sense
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I highly recommend "when you think you're all alone" by MondotheBombo on Ao3. It's a totally canon-compliant fic about Jay's time on Nadakhan's ship and it is heart-wrenching, gut-punching, and overall a FANTASTIC fic. Cannot give it enough praise. Warning it is incredibly graphic and has some elements some audiences probably shouldn't read (including graphic depictions of torture, detailed descriptions of injuries, and multiple cases of attempted rape. JUST attempted though). But seriously this fic is what season 6 should've been, and even COULD'VE been (again, it is 100% canon-compliant. All it does is fill in the gaps of what we don't see, it doesn't change or delete anything that actually happens). It's also unfinished but that doesn't mean you shouldn't read it because you'd be missing out on an awesome fic. Anyway here's the link!
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the-whumpers-soiree · 2 years
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People who are into whump are invariably sociopaths with no sense of compassion or remorse. Change my mind.
Oh dang, I get this stuff on both blogs?
I'm honored by you taking your time to ask twice. Shows you care.
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darlingtaylorswift · 2 years
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glittery gel pens this glittery gel pens that. no. quill lyrics are the backbone of reality. i need the corsets, the jane austen, the forbidden romances. what is the point of a song if it doesn’t make you feel like a young princess running through stone dark corridors while pining over the smith’s apprentice 
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otomelavenderhaze · 3 months
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I know that I ride hard for Alastor and I have self awareness, I know meow meow is bad, I know if he had his way he would eat each one of his victims, I know he's a manipulative liar, but at least, Alastor has class and do not offend me personally in ways that society already offends me in my daily life.
Cute idea having Adam as a huge dickhead, yes, some of the jokes are funny, I agree, but honestly, what his ass would really bring to the table after Lillith got introduced? After we have build up Alastor for many and many episodes? After we realize how the Vs operate and how they can impose a threat if they really want to?
Like, I don't care about Adam, gonna be honest. Small dick energy. Not that funny. Glad he died. Hope the next one is Val. 🫡🫡 Can the next season happen in like 2 months or so??
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Good Morning, World.
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scalierpepper · 1 year
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something from twitter i never finished all the way
(prints available! :))
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jollyimposter · 3 months
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If Vox hates Alastor so much why in the HELL does the hearts here on the walls resemble deer prints?
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Either it’s supposed to be broken hearts (or just a design choice by Valentino), or Vox was the one who requested this design, either way Vox is obsessed with Alastor that is all I’m getting from this series, ta-ta folks.
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ballisters-lawyer · 8 months
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You can’t tell me that Ballister didn’t think that he had just been with Ambrosius in this scene omggg
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^ so here we se Ballister waking up and still being tired or sore or something, which would normally be because he’s just been running around and fighting off guards with a Rhinoceros, BUT, he doesn’t know that because he has just woken up after being knocked out. So it’s only right to assume that he is currently wondering why he’s sore
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^ he looks over and sees a FRESH and HOT cup of coffee or tea or wtvr, and freshly lit candles. Like the last set of images where there would’ve been something that tells him that there would have reminded him he wasn’t with Ambrosius (the last one being his prosthetic that was under the blanket), this one is the axe handle, but he doesn’t notice, instead looking at the candles and mug. The candles and mug themself are very caring and sweet things to have, and we know that movie Ambrosius is very caring and attentive, so this is definitely something he would do, and Ballister knows that
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^ you can see how Ballister relaxes and smiles comfortably, contempt with having assumedly spending the night with Ambrosius
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^ then this is where Ballister kinda wakes up to himself and knows that he’s not with Ambrosius (this is more implied when he’s slowly sitting up and looking at Nimona, knowing Ambrosius wasn’t there and now just confused with what had happened)
This is so silly and I am going FERAL over Bal and Ambrosius, so expect to see more of them, including a fic that’s currently being written trehee
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puppetmaster13u · 1 month
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Another Prompt in Memes?! Yes.
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sp0ckism · 9 months
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"old soul" in that much like 1960s housewives i also wanted kirk and spock to fuck in the sands of vulcan
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grimme-and-specs · 23 days
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You know I had to do it to 'em too
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Bonus:
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EDIT, 2024-4-5:
If this gets to 213 notes before 4-13 I will personally redraw this earlier than planned.
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corviddrawsstuff · 4 months
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BREAKING NEWS: local fish guy is in da wata!!
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matan4il · 7 months
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you lost your claim to humanity the moment you became a coloniser
So... when I was 5 months old?
When my parents abandoned everything they ever owned in order to bring me to Israel to save my life from the antisemitic abuse that almost killed me as a baby in Communist Romania?
I lost my humanity before I could speak, that's what you're saying? Due to a decision I didn't make? A life saving decision? What exactly would you suggest my parents were meant to do, leave me to die due to antisemitism in Romania?
Which one of us actually lost their humanity here, oh person who doesn't even dare send this hateful message under their username, for others to see what kind of hatred you're capable of spewing?
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wolfjackle-creates · 3 months
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Got some bad news today and I want to forget it. So I'm gonna share a bit of something here as a distraction.
Earlier today I referenced a smut piece I've started working on. Dead on Main. How would you guys like to read the set up for it? (No actual smut in this snippet.)
Enjoy these 800 words!
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Danny’s leg was bouncing and the girl sitting in front of him in the lecture hall turned to glare at him. He forced it to stop and pulled out his water bottle, only to realize he was down to his last few drops of ectoplasm.
It wasn’t enough.
He’d thought Gotham would have enough ambient ectoplasm that there’d be a bunch of other ghosts hanging around, even if they were weaker than the ones Amity got. But apparently not. It was already mid October, almost Halloween, and he hadn’t met a single other ghost. He’d even gone looking.
He needed some ghost-on-ghost interactions. Non-liminal humans were fine, necessary to hang out with from time to time even. But not enough for him anymore. His ectoplasm intake had tripled since he moved here to make up for the lack and it wasn’t working.
The girl in front of him turned around again and hissed, “Cut it out.”
Shit, his leg was bouncing again. He stopped it and looked up at the powerpoint the professor was teaching off of. Then back down at his notes. Well damn, he’d missed a few slides.
He ground his teeth and shoved his things into his bag. Clearly sitting here was a waste of time if he couldn’t focus. As quietly as possible, he slipped out of the lecture hall and made his way outside. He was wound too tight. Needing to do something, anything, he loosened his control on his aura, letting it spill out around him
If he’d still been in Amity, everyone would know Danny Fenton was having a bad day. Here, no one spared him a second look. He stalked off campus and through the streets of Gotham, taking turns when needed to match the street lights or avoid getting run over by a car. He had to keep moving.
He didn’t know how long it had been or how far he had traveled when he felt it: the brush of another ghost’s aura against his. Another ghost who was just as angry and frustrated and lonely as him. Danny was moving in their direction—into a park—before he ever consciously made the choice.
The other ghost was moving closer, too. Danny grinned, showing a bit too much teeth. Maybe he’d finally have a chance to let loose, get rid of the frustration he’d been feeling.
And then a man in a leather jacket came running into view. Danny allowed himself a moment of surprise at seeing another apparently-living human who set off his ghost-sense. Could he be a halfa, too? Whoever they were did not seem to be surprised like Danny was, however, and moved faster as soon as they saw each other.
Danny shook off the shock and laughed as he rushed into the fight. He needed this.
Though his aura, Danny sent out his feelings of frustration and isolation and delight at finally meeting another ghost. Then they were trading blows.
He got the same sense of anger and frustration from his opponent, mixed with some confusion. But Danny didn’t bother trying to parse out the guy’s emotions. That could happen later, after they were both finally sated.
His opponent didn’t use any ghost powers, so Danny followed his lead. He dodged a kick and blocked a punch only to return both. He managed to get a grip on the guy’s jacket, but the other did something that twisted his wrist painfully, forcing him to let go.
Danny dropped to the ground and tried to kick at his opponent’s legs. But he only got a glancing blow that barely tripped the man up. Danny jumped up, and managed to head-butt the other’s chin. His opponent growled and kicked out; Danny was sent sprawling. Then, the maybe-halfa had him pinned to the ground.
They both paused for a minute, just breathing. Around them, indistinct voices cried out in panic, but Danny ignored them. He let his hands be pinned above his chest, his legs held down by the other ghost’s knees. Even his aura was pressing down on Danny, holding him in place. Danny could’ve fought back, but something about this felt right.
So, for the first time, he let himself look at his opponent. His ghostly nature was evident in the streak of white hair that fell over his forehead and the ectoplasm-green eyes that stared down at Danny. But what really struck him was how much physically larger he was than Danny. How they appeared to be about the same age.
He was fucking hot, too. Strong as well, if his aura was anything to go by.
Danny licked his lips and let a little lust leak into his own aura. He quirked an eyebrow in question.
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This song is the inspiration for the fic and will help set the tone for how things're gonna go. (NSFW lyrics, make sure you listen in an appropriate location or with headphones.)
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kairospy · 6 months
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I’m sorry but everyone at school wanted Regulus. He could’ve had anyone he wanted.
A Black? Rich? Quidditch star? Hot as shit?? The confidence from being told since birth you’re better than everyone else???
Yea this man could’ve snapped his fingers as have 17 people in his vicinity undressing
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