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fishcrow · 8 months
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a wish
✨He is making a wish!✨
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pothosrays · 8 months
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yuurionviktor · 4 months
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Did not change much in the end
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kemetic-dreams · 2 months
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Gold teeth were first present in America during the Jim Crow era. Originally, it had become a tradition in Louisiana before becoming a fashion trend around the Deep South region in the early 1900s. 
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After slavery, it was believed that many African Americans who were former slaves began getting the permanent gold caps to replace their rotting teeth that have deteriorated. It later became a symbol of wealth for ex-slaves who once worked on the plantation fields in the South, specifically Louisiana, where it first become a tradition.
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 Blues, Jazz and freed slaves who had money would get the permanent gold cap fillings as a fashion statement as flaunted by Jack Johnson, the first African heavyweight boxing champion.
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p1neapplerum · 1 year
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*thinks about them* *explodes*
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lahdeedum · 2 months
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A spread from my sketchbook that I’m actually pleased with! Been going through an art block and it’s been rough.
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sentientsky · 2 months
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When she first Fell, the sky had been all embers, all vicious touch. They’d felt nothing but the bite of flames and gore and the sulphuric acid of a mother’s love turned corrosive. Crowley had burned—heavenly bone, muscle, flesh, the chemical antiseptic of the ether stripping away to bare nerve tissue.
In the eternities since, they’d held their breath, kept herself small. They’d learned to amputate the desire that settled in the tips of her fingertips and in the scarlet ends of their hair. She—alone, ever alone—had dragged herself from the brimstone and out of the bonfire. She’d taught herself to exist in the jaws of an unmuzzled universe, under stars that no longer called their name. Now the sky is blue, and the bookshop burns. The bookshop burns and Crowley’s heart is in her throat, eating its way out of their body. The bookshop burns and yet their angel must be fine. (He has to be fine because the world still spins on its axis and the sea hasn’t swallowed her whole. And if breath still lives in her body, and the universe has yet to collapse in on itself, then their angel has to be fine). But something coils deep in her belly: an oil-slick, a poisonous berry. They bite their lip a brackish silver, the taste of ichor rotten in her mouth.
As though in a trance, she presses forward, and the frantic thrash of panic in her chest forces the double doors wide without so much as a thought. The interior of the shop is all orange-red teeth and flaming claws, tearing into bookshelves and loveseats and oh. Oh, the two of them had just been sitting there not three days ago. (Crowley had tried so hard to stay on her side of the room, to keep her fingertips from brushing the edge of Aziraphale’s as they passed silver-stemmed goblets between them. Skin to skin, breath to body—the indirect touch of their mouths. The passive desperation of six thousand years of want left fermenting under their skin).  
They call for him, heat searing her lungs. It comes out ragged and desperate and too late (always too late). 
Heat knifes clean through her now—a gutting sensation, a disembowelment in the middle of an already-burning funeral pyre. For as long as they had been on Earth together, she’d always been able to sense their angel from anywhere in the world—a steady, beating heart of a presence. An inevitable gravity that wrapped itself around her arms and tugged her forward. It had been axiomatic, a fundamental truth of how the universe functioned: a hand extended always finds purchase. A heart in motion remains in motion. 
So, in a room choked with smoke and two hundred years of memories, she reaches out, expanding the edges of her consciousness, pressing her mind into the outer reaches of the bookshop and Soho and the whole, cluttered universe. She searches for a pulse. And then something within her is breaking. Something is shaking apart in the depths of Crowley’s being—a star turned supernova turned withering, all-consuming black hole. No heartbeat, no flickering warmth, no pull in the periphery of her awareness. The corpse of gravity turns to dust in the corner of the room. 
And she knows—knows with the unflinching inevitability of too many questions, of an ink-winged angel falling from grace—that Aziraphale is gone. Outside, the sky remains blue. The world stays upright. And the bookshop still burns.
(thank u to the incredibly talented @actual-changeling for helping me fix the first part of the fourth paragraph)
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ec-machlan · 1 year
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HELP THR NEW RAZOR EMOTE IS SO CUTE
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squuote · 11 months
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sorry all I draw is them im notokay
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iamthecomet · 1 year
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have you done ghoul teeth headcanons before? like, whos got straight teeth, crooked teeth, chipped, etc? i think mountains got a little chip in his left fang, but from what i dont know
Ghoul teeth!!! Ghoul teeeettthhh!!!
Dewdrop has a couple crooked teeth. Namely, his top right fang making for interesting bite patterns when he sinks them into something. Has top and bottom fangs--a left over from being a water ghoul.
Mountain definitely has a chip in his left fang. He won't talk about how it happened. Dew started a rumor that it's from chewing on rocks.
Cumulus has a gap between her front teeth. Her fangs are shorter than everyone else's--but still just as effective. She's proud of her teeth, she knows they make her adorable.
Aether’s fangs are oversized, one of them is gold. It got knocked out by Ifrit during his first heat topside. He's also missing a back molar from a similar incident.
Swiss the only ghoul with perfect teeth. They're almost a little too perfect. He's very proud of them and takes extra good care of them.
Cirrus long, sharp fangs that she takes very good care of. Her teeth are a little crowded, especially on the bottom. Her teeth are very white--almost too white. Her smile looks dangerous.
Rain has double fangs. His normal canines are long and sharp, the ones directly next to his front teeth are shorter, but also razer sharp. He has sets on top and bottom. One of the shorter fangs has the tip chipped off of it.
Sunshine has a chip in one of her front teeth. It happened during her first week topside when Dew accidently hit her in the tooth with his horn. Her fangs are extra sharp.
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Some clay teeth charms I made recently. They’re definitely bigger than human teeth, and I painted them more of a greyish-brown, so I’m thinking that they’re orc teeth, just seems fitting to me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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fishcrow · 6 months
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Come and follow me! :>
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aphroditestummyrolls · 2 months
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kiwiaok · 12 days
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neil josten
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evermore-crow · 1 year
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i was going to only highlight one line but then i realized that this entire chapter is my entire life and i would die happy if only i could read it for the first time again omg i love this chapter so fucking much omg
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Books I am going Feral over, PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM:
-Dark Rise, by C.S. Pacat
-The Little Thieves, both book 1 and 2, by Margret owens
-The Merciful Crow, by Margret Owens
-The Cruel Prince series, by Holly Black
-The Spirit Bares its Teeth, by Andrew joseph White
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