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omanatascha · 4 months
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givemegifs · 1 year
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skinnyscottishbloke · 11 months
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🎶Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 20 songs that come up 🎶
1. Breathe Your Name - Sixpence None the Richer
2. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand
3. Flashdance (What a Feeling) - Irene Cara
4. Alfie - Burt Bacharach
5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day
6. Das Land Des Lachelns - Franz Lehar (sung by Placido Domingo)
7. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson
8. Johannesburg (I’m Sorry We Have No Engineer) - John Finnemore, Cabin Pressure
9. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls
10. Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Reprise) - Main Cast, Sound of Music
11. Sachita - Los Pinguos
12. Through the Trees, Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie
13. Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings
14. Land of Confusion - Genesis
15. Andante Catabile for Cello and Strings - Tchaikovsky
16. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - Hombres
17. Samwise the Brave - Howard Shore
18. something special - joan
19. I’m a Believer - The Monkees
20. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men
Tagging my music buddies just for funsies 🥰
@tolkientrash @bisexualwvtson @sunnyrosewritesstuff @lordoftherazzles @turniptitaness @asexualromanroy @exlibrisfangirl @tumbrunes @calculatedmadness @enough-effing-owls @fandomcartographer @shantismurf
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attollogame · 1 year
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do you have inspiration pictures for all districts of attollo? I would like to see it ! 👀
This is so late but yeah LMAO <3 also I swear i posted some before but p sure I... eradicated that post rip
Commons: most average district in Attollo. Middle class, middle life. Mid overall.
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Entertainment: Fun land. Lots of clubs, lots of bars, LOTS of crime <3
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Financial: big bank district, lots of white collar jobs and bureaucracy.
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Green: Crop growers and cattle tenders, literally backbone of Attollo food supply. Spooky midwestern gothic place.
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Gutter: First district built and housing most of Attollo's civilians. 99% complexes.
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High Tower: Rich person area. Has the government buildings so you know their roads get plowed first in snow storms 🙃(I always wrote this one as a rather warped mix of brutalism and gothic styles)
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Islingicer: Houses the Estates and also is the spookiest forest in town (also enjoy a Vargo Estate aest peep wow)
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Veles Shores: Abyssal Prince's house. Love to see it. (L would be by Green District, R closer to Lacheln)
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Lacheln Wastelands: Nuclear playground
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My drawing skills are beyond rusty and I would rather spend that time writing so I messed around with Crowsen's Tiefling Maker on picrew to document Durge's faces from my latest fic.
Top row:
1) Magpie: In Blood in Baldur's Gate, Durge disguises himself as a young, presumably human thief called Magpie to interact with the player/Tav.
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2) Niro: He has a habit of adjusting his face to look similar to people he spends time around so Niro is basically just male Orin. And the name is just Orin spelled backwards because I'm creatively bankrupt.
3) Lily: The kindly old mortician who runs the storefront for Candulhallow's Tombstones while plotting super murder from the office.
Middle row:
4) Riot: Probably his favorite face that's shown up in the series so far. Should actually have springbok horns, but these were the closest to the right shape/size.
5) The Inevitable: The divine flesh golem. His skin should be more sallow and corpsey instead of light gray like a half-drow. He's built from a mismatched collection of Bhaal's favorite bones and pieces from many different humanoid species.
6) Chance: Gortash's favorite face so far because in my mind he's only barely a 1 on the Kinsey Scale with only enough wiggle room for people who are overzealous with their praise of his intelligence/craftsmanship and this was when he realized that comphet was an option.
Bottom row is mostly just stray thoughts because I wanted this to be a square.
7) Asphodel: The misery of being uncomfortable in one's own skin.
8) Lacheln. What if he mimiced Karlach and unintentionally made Gortash uncomfortable with young Raphael vibes.
9) Ydwin. More of an inside joke than anything else about Ydwin from Pillars of Eternity 2 being the Astarion someone ordered from Wish.
Not pictured: Crane. Default Durge who got that name from Blood in Baldur's Gate. A white dragonborn bought a ritual knife from Sorcerous Sundries and gave Crane as the name for the bill of sale.
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koku-shibou · 1 year
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Mir gehts es nja, fuhle mich einsam irgendwie...ja er ist wieder trainieren aber das ist fein, hab ja dich als gesellschaft Kokushibou.
Sie lachte mit einem lacheln
Genau ... wenn du ... Gesellschaft ... brauchst ... du kannst ... zu mir ... kommen ...
*er unarmt dich und gibt dir headpats*
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invisaligntips0 · 5 months
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mysteriesofmystories · 8 months
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A quick rundown on the stories for now:
Title: I am Sonne
Summary: Lacheln takes her dead brother’s identity and fights in a war as him.
Lacheln and Sonne are siblings.
Clement is Lacheln’s friend from the war. (He’s very southern)
Reilly is Lacheln’s other friend from the war. (He’s a nerdy guy)
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Title: On the Dot
Summary: The assistant production manager on a tv sitcom falls in love with one of the actors and is quite scary.
Wilbur and Turner are just starting to date.
Turner scares Wilbur sometimes.
Mariah is Wilbur’s character’s sister on the show.
Darren (another actor) is also crushing on Wilbur, but wayyy more stalker like than Turner, who is mostly just scary and loud.
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jaminightmoon · 4 years
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Ich bin innerlich nicht Tod, ich höre was ihr redet und es ist mir nicht egal.
Warum ich über eure Worte trotzdem Lachen kann...weil ihr es nicht verdient habt meine Tränen zu sehen.
Ich lache nicht mit euch über mich. Ich lache über euch, weil ihr andere dazu bringen müsst sich wie dreck zu fühlen um euch selbst gut zu fühlen.
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-jaminightmoon
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stillbeschriebene · 4 years
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| Ficken können sie alle aber um zu lieben fehlt Ihnen der Mut. |
- @stillbeschriebene -
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givemegifs · 1 year
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sweetlacheln · 3 years
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Ihr seht nur, was ich euch sehen lasse ...
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attollogame · 1 year
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OC Kiss Week 5—Soothing
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Vasilisa—Soothing(1.3k; NSFW continued on Patreon later today)
Murderers blocking date nights, par usual
“It isn’t him.”
You don’t need to look over at Vasilisa to know that her expression drops at those words. The informant carelessly drops the picture back down onto the table and grimaces. At least he has the heart to look sympathetic about it all, despite just telling Vasilisa that the lead she’s been working with is nothing short of bullshit. “I wish I could tell you otherwise, but yeah. He was at High Tower when you said this happened, and this is by Lacheln. His powers aren’t teleportation—as you know..” 
“Fuck,” Vasilisa breathes, picking up the picture and pocketing it again. Recently, you’ve been swept up in accompanying her to hunt down a hematokinetic gone rogue who’s been making a name for themselves with a series of rather grim killings the past few months. You know that murder is a pretty awful thing, but you didn’t realize that murder via superpowers could be so much worse. 
Not that you’ve been privy to all of the gory details, of course. You’ve been tagging along as an unofficial ‘analyst’, according to Vasilisa, because your perspective as an outsider might be useful. You’ve even got a little card on a lanyard to boot. 
“I could ask around the Under City and see if anyone has heard anything else about this person?” The informant shoves his hands into his pockets before casting a glance over his shoulder. He’s been talking to you both longer than usual, and it seems like this is starting to make him antsy. 
Vasilisa nods before pulling out her phone. “That’s fine. I’ll have the department send you over your pay for the information you’ve given so far, and if you dig up anything in the Under City that we can use, then just give me a call.” 
At this, the informant turns and begins walking back around the corner of the restaurant alley you’ve all decided to meet in. The smell of cooking oil and fries is making your stomach ache, and you glance wistfully at the restaurant's doors before looking back to Vasilisa. “What now?” 
“What now, indeed,” she mumbles, pocketing her phone again before gesturing for you to follow. The two of you both leave the alley after enough time has passed to ensure that the informant is far out of sight, lest someone be watching the exchange. She doesn’t give you a direct answer the entire time you’re walking, instead letting a weighted silence hang over you both as she retains a troubled look. 
It’s when you finally get back into the car that you decide enough is enough. 
“Lis,” you begin, and she sucks in a breath before leaning back against her seat. “I know this is shitty,”
“That doesn’t even begin to cover this. I have to go back and reevaluate everything that I have to figure out who it could possibly be next. It was a juvenile mistake to pin so much hope onto one person.” She rubs her face with her hands before dropping them to her lap and staring woefully through the windshield ahead. “Fuck me.” 
You chew the inside of your cheek a bit before reaching out and brushing a few stray hairs away from her cheek. You can tell by the flush on her neck just how frustrated she’s feeling about going back to base one, but this also isn’t necessarily the first time she’s needed to do so. “You’ve hit roadblocks like this before, yeah? And you’ve worked through them. I mean, just look at The Atlas Killer. You’re making more progress on that than anyone else who’s worked on the case for a decade.”
“That’s because there was already pre-existing material on him.” She shifts in her seat to face you with a skeptical look. “The people who worked on it before it was shunted onto me already almost had a full profile of him.” 
“But you were the one that finished that profile, no? And the one he’s currently contacting, which means you have him on an edge, no?” You nod your head with each comment as Vasilisa bites her lip. “This is just a small hiccup. Go back, look at the database to see who’s a hematokinetic or whatever, and start from there.” 
You actually have no idea how any of the investigations in Attollo work, but you feel like what you said was pretty close to being on the money. Vasilisa looks back towards the windshield with a frown, and in response, you reach out to cup her cheek, gently urging her to look back your way. “Lis.”
“Yes?” She grumbles, leaning into your touch with her brow still furrowed. You can’t help but admire her passion about the work—a passion that extends into other aspects of her life as well, if you have anything to say about it. You lean in and capture her lips in a light kiss, more one of reassurance than anything else. Then you withdraw enough to rest your forehead against hers as you sigh. 
“I’d say call it a night, but I already have a feeling you’re heading back to get started on this right away, yeah?” 
Vasilisa hums as she leans in to steal another kiss from you. You taste the faint flavor of coffee on her lips—likely from Ruthie's, which she’s been pounding back like shots for the entire day—before she shifts and presses her forehead against your shoulder. 
“Will you hate me if I say yes?” Although it comes out mildly muffled by your coat, you do catch hints of the apologetic tone she’s using. The two of you haven’t really had enough time to be alone together, with her constantly running around trying to clean everyone else’s messes up, and you trying to stabilize yourself in this city—a feat in itself, truly. Despite your understanding of the circumstances, there is a lingering ache of want in you that’s hard to ignore when you’re this close to each other, alone, with heightened emotions already present. 
Still, you let out a chuckle at her comment, causing her to pull back and look at you with a frown. “Why would I hate you for doing your job? Some guy’s out there killing people, and we have no idea why. I can’t be mad at you for trying to put an end to that.” 
Vasilisa taps her fingers on her thigh as she continues to stare at you, before her eyes narrow slightly as she seems to lock on to some idea. “Are you doing anything tonight?” 
Tonight? “How late tonight are we talking?” 
“Past ten. Maybe closer to ten thirty.” She replies, leaning back again to start up the car. You appreciate the blast of warmth—and 80’s pop music, a staple of Attollo—that accompanies this gesture as curiosity encroaches on your thoughts. 
“Mm, not really, no. Why?” 
“Do you still have the spare key to my place?” 
Oh. Oh. You do like where this suggestion is going, and you can’t help but let a sly smile curl itself on your lips as you look at her. “Ms. Solovieva, what exactly are you suggesting here?” 
Vasilisa snorts as she pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the road, likely to drop you off before heading back to work. “Nothing at all. I’m simply saying that I will be leaving work around ten, which means I’ll be back at home. At ten thirty. With the rest of the night free. And a really great need to de-stress somehow.” 
She gives you a side eye, which you return with one of your own as an unspoken understanding passes between you both. De-stressing, yes. You are very very skilled at helping her do that, indeed. You chuckle again at the coy way this arrangement was made before leaning back in your seat and looking to the road ahead. 
“I’ll pick up stuff for breakfast, then.”
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verwandtezitate · 4 years
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Ein Lächeln :-)
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easydinnerus · 4 years
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ESSIGGURKE Ist es nicht so ein fabelhaftes Wort? Bringt mich zum Lächeln! . Kannst du wirklich mit … PICKLE✨ Ist es nicht so ein fabelhaftes Wort? Bringt mich zum Lächeln! . Können Sie wirklich ohne Zuckerzusatz furnieren?
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sciscianonotizie · 5 years
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