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salsedinepicta · 5 months
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Chain mail fashion at Haven ft Circe Trevelyan - or: a sketch that I had on my desktop for months
Silly bonus:
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polar-equinoxx · 1 year
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No-one:
Literally no-one:
Maverick: *looks at Ice twice within ten seconds of the first scene they’re in together and then says he’s been working out who the best is,, where in reality it’s blatantly obvious that he’s got the biggest crush on a certain Iceman*
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slutforsilverfoxes · 7 months
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Of all the incredible one liners Rossi says to Hotch in the 187 years of this show, “I need you to dominate me because it gives me direction and a purpose in life” is pretty high up there imo
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insomniphic · 8 months
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You have a very very pretty boy @questionablealibi 🥰
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monsterfloofs · 2 months
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Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)
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You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.
To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.
Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.
You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.
You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.
Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.
It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.
Something.
Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.
You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.
A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.
"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"
They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.
They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"
With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.
"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"
S i g h.
You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.
"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"
You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.
They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."
You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.
"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"
You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.
When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.
"Really?"
You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.
"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"
Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.
"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"
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Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ノ
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mofffun · 4 months
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sorry for reiterating i don't ship them romantically every time but just know that this set of images is as shocking to me as the himerita hand over cheek dancing shot and the grosso gaze
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shima-draws · 3 months
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Writes a full blown essay about why Mary On A Cross is THE Sanlu song to me ever,
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xdeerlybelovedx · 5 months
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Spare a Carriage; Ride the King 👑
The moment I discovered Romeo's eyes were hazel (Blue-Brown-Green) I immediately went feral and lost my mind ♡ Been staring at the blender model that Blue made as well and noticed scattered tiny perfectly rounded specks on his face?... Whether that's dirt or soot... I took creative liberties and decided that Romeo has beauty marks ♡
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fckedupnerd · 5 days
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Mathew Baynton in the Dodges and Feints music video for DM Stith
Video here:
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camelspit · 5 months
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so now that vesperas dead do you think we'll actually get a real backstory for her yes or no
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good-beanswrites · 1 month
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"Prisoner @purgemarchlockdown ! Milgramblrgram has judged you guilty for your crimes! It is time to meet your judgement. As the wardens' fang, I take that responsibility upon myself!" (Aka, Esquest Bad End be upon ye 👊) TW for Amane's cult mindset.
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You open your eyes. 
The temple looks the same as it always has. The thought usually comes as a relief – after a particularly difficult hero, the return to routine is a blessing. Seeing everything back in its place always fills you with a sense of peace. God once explained that all of existence is a circle. Something about eternity and cycles and perfection. You didn’t quite understand, but you enthusiastically told Him that you did. You didn’t want to appear as a clueless child. And anyway, you grew to love the loops. 
But not now. 
This time, your head whips around, looking for something that should be here. Well, it shouldn’t be here, but you expected it to be.
You pace the chamber’s echoing floor, but there’s no sign of it. Did you really expect it to be here? Did you really get your hopes high? You should not have been so naive. The hat isn’t here. How could you have been so stupid?
“What are you looking for?”
You nearly startle at the voice. God stands behind you. He does not sound pleased. 
“N-nothing!”
The word come out in a panic. Then, as you’re struck with the realization that you just lied to God, your eyes drop to the ground. “I mean… it’s nothing of importance.”
He steps closer, and you shy away from His suspicion. 
Despite the glare He shoots up at you, God’s voice is even. “Are you sure?”
“Y-yes. I thought… last time there was…” You take a moment to collect your thoughts. God pauses as you do so. He is always patient with you. He loves you, after all. You inhale. “The last hero tried to change things, but they did not. I knew they couldn’t,” you lie, “so I was just seeing the proof.”
“Yes, they failed. There is nothing to look for here.”
“Of course.”
God leaves you, then. The temple drops into silence. He is right. There is nothing to look for. You aren’t quite sure what emotion you’re left with. Your chest feels as empty as the chamber around you.
The next hero, however, finds out exactly what you were feeling. They take one step into your cell, and you tear them apart. 
It all happens in a moment. It shouldn’t be them walking through the door. You scream, accusing the flailing hero of things they never could have done. You cry, accusing yourself of things you never should have done. You let your claws tear however they please. 
Looking at the mess before you, you feel like the monster everyone feared you were. 
You don’t really care. 
That is, until God appears once more. He looks on the scene with disgust. It’s the type of face the villagers would flash your way before turning away to whisper something. It’s the look you saw from your parents, a silent warning about what was about to follow. You knew this situation was no different. 
You were monstrous, and you would be punished as one. 
“This type of behavior is not why I chose you.” God says. “I chose you to be special.”
“I understand.” 
“Come with me.” 
This was right. This was just.
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Your feet remain stuck. Es...
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No. You do need to do this.
These voices, they were wrong last time. Only one person had proved undoubtedly correct this whole time, and you should have listened to Him from the beginning. 
There is a reason everything is circular. The loops make sense. Routine means perfection. Change never brings anything except pain. This time, you will be good. You will be good enough. 
You follow God.
Your chin is held high. You need no saving form heroes, or voices, or anyone. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. You’re special. You may not be perfect, but that is why you must endure these lessons. God must love you so much, since he is willing to teach them again and again. How patient he must be.
He turns his face away, in time to miss one last tear that slips down your cheek. You hear the smile in his voice. 
“There’s a good girl.”
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kawaiixriot · 10 months
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FFXVI SPOILERS
WHY DIDNT ANYONE GIVE YO GIRL A WARNING I MEAN JESUS CHRIST
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kindan-no-kanojo · 7 months
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Types Bingo💓
Found this fun bingo here, feel free to snatch it! I'll tag @mino-diabolik @bluebird-dolly-bride @fruit-of-infidelity @viper-brothers @lucidesunderstander @hanakohanabe and anyone interested 👀✨
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No pressure of course! But ngl I'm very curious KSKDK Took me so long to gather 25 things Scarlett likes on other people (some resemble her, some complement her) so I'm pretty sure the full completion of this bingo might result on instant marriage LOL tho we don't need to aim that high (?) Adding a few notes in the tags if you do hers!
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chaotic-kitty · 27 days
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Regarding Techs death.....I think I figured out why I've have difficulties comprehending the idea that he is dead. ((Besides not wanting to let him go / denial))
That's because we literally didn't see a body. We saw his goggles, sure, but that's not actual proof. As far as my brain is concerned, he's still falling (cue loki falling meme). Because that's the last we saw of him. We didn't see him take his last breath, or hit the bottom, or drown, or get crushed, or anything. So because we didn't get to see him actually die, we only saw him fall. My brain just does not understand, doesn't comprehend it. It understood the implications (hence the many many weeks of tears and heartache) but that's about it.
And that's one of the reasons I think I need something more with his story, to prove that he lived or that he did in fact die. Because if not, he'll forever just be falling in my memories 😭
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dootznbootz · 3 months
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(Ian Johnston, Book 10)
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cloudiness · 1 year
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the results of me trying to visualize the “like this but on the same sofa,,,[..] like take out almost all the space between their faces” concept by @underatedwords
disclaimer: for legal reasons THIS PIC IS FAKE
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