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enduracarrotchips · 1 year
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encounter
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puppyeared · 1 year
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Hey I’m new to the LMK fandom, why do so many people ship Sun Wukong and Macaque??
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A lot of people like the hurt/comfort potential because of their backstory and because they’re just really good counterparts lol. Macaque even makes a whole play about their past relationship, which is where a lot of that fuel for the ship comes from and the whole “the hero and the warrior were like the sun and the moon” spiel that people love using for shits and giggles. There’s also a really strong enemies to lovers sentiment and i think it’s kinda sweet
Personally, I just really like riffing off the divorced energy. To me, these idiots would rather beat the shit out of each other than make up and I really really eat that up. Not just as a joke, maybe as a way to cope with their feelings like “I want things to go back the way they were but this is all I can do”
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starrysharks · 8 months
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halftone experimentation with the nurse
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kaithefirst0127 · 4 months
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I REAAAALLY REALLY like @stool4964 ‘s robotics au so…. I had to.. I hope u see this mootie
tw for gore !! I think
I didn’t know al was like mostly robot so sorry if the design is off 😭 I rushed it a lot. And it was SUCH a pain to make the little sprite thingies for Geoff and Duncan and stuff… literal hours, my back was aaaaching
Anyways enjoy!!!
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arowrath · 5 months
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ok well we know that jesus can emit pure light as he did when he was in his tomb + i assume the light is holiness or joy or purity (considering his spirit was in heaven but his body had died in sin) (considering his body was holy but his spirit was drowning in unquenchable fire).. thinking about the version of jesus i made up in my head who's way cooler and more transgender and i think he would emit sparks and a glowing electric light if you fucked him and i think it would inspire an unfathomably intense lust
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mariatesstruther · 4 months
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Need an AU where because Joel wasn't home when the world went to hell, people got separated, and Sarah had to flee and somehow accidentally ended up with a very young nurse and her military friend who were actively getting the fuck out of town.
A world where Sarah lives, for however long, with Anna and Marlene and other fireflies (See Jerry, Manny's dad etc) until she accidentally reunites with Joel.
anon 😭😭😭😭 this rips my fucking heart out bro do u know how desperate joel and tommy would be?????? omg as a parent i definitely would stop at NOTHING to find my girl
also love the idea of sarah and ellie as sisters being raised by revolutionary lesbians anna and marlene???? i feel like the experience of taking care of sarah and raising her as her own daughter would COMPLETELY change marlene’s decision when it comes to anna’s baby and the cure, just as taking care of ellie changed something in joel. maybe anna doesn’t survive the bite/ellie’s birth and ellie still ends up immune??? what if she was raised with sarah protecting her as a big sister, hiding out with help from marlene???? and once they find out about the plan to kill ellie, marlene and sarah make a break for jackson????? and say fuck the fireflies themselves???? and marlene brings sarah back to jackson with ellie tow????
imagine the look on joel’s face when he sees sarah again, not only as a full-grown adult, alive, but hauling her own quasi-sister/daughter along right beside her. tommy would pass out
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putting this out there but if you've been following me & you want me to follow you back/read your writing/interact with your posts etc, please feel free to tell me!!!!! like literally @ me! I know this might seem very *bold* and I myself as an anxious person would be like :) oh :) absolutely not :) but SERIOUSLY I want to read your stuff, etc!
SIMILARLY: if you DO interact with my stuff & ever feel anxious that you're annoying me & should stop, YOU'RE NOT!!! (I am chronically wondering if I'm soooo annoying & if you're like that too, just know you're not!!!! I love seeing people having fun on my posts/tags/asks/etc! <3).
I love to see people excited about writing whether it's mine or yours! okay PSA over!
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fishtank32 · 10 months
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being in fandoms where the ship names are derivative of character traits put together is so fucking confusing. Yallre playing little alchemy with the fucking ship names and it's confusing!!!!!! just mush the names together like normal people and be done with it!!!!!!!!!!
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ahsteria · 8 months
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can we read the murder lesbians short story
!!!!! YES omg its under the cut <33 a little over 1k words and is one of my first attempts at creative writing would love if anyone read or gave feedback soooo much okk here it is
"define, desire":
To the outsider, Anna’s attention is failing. She sits alone at one of the library’s hexagonal tables, has turned the page maybe once in the past hour. What the outsider doesn’t understand, is that Anna's attention is an arrow with a string, sharp and resolute point embedded in its mark. It’s not her fault, really, how can she be expected to focus on East of Eden when God’s favorite angel is typing in her peripheral. Mari is wearing thin, silver framed glasses today, enlarging her already lamb-like eyes.  
Five months ago Anna’s mother passed, leaving her the pale yellow-painted estate and an ever-unsatisfied well wedged deep in her stomach, unrelenting thing. September was rain waving hello, through windows on slow train rides from Anna’s Brooklyn apartment to the quiet and innocuous woods of Seneca Falls. Her intention was never to stay, this was promptly ruined on a notably gray September Sunday: Anna subjected to tediously returning her late mother’s stack of overdue romance novels. Upon first glance, she mistook Mari for actual, inhuman art. It’s nice that the library is investing in the fine arts, she thought. Oh, oh but then the beauty blinked itself alive, flesh and blood, Pygmalion and Galatea. Silver-blonde hair ending at the dip of visible hip bones, her front strands framing those fucking doe eyes. When reading The Argonautica, she thought Jason's men stupid for being unable to resist the sirens’ call. She sympathizes with them now. Mari is desire personified, something sicker than yearning. Flesh and blood cannot look like that. Anna moved to Seneca Falls the following week.
Anna is not insane. She and Mari are friends. It began with books (Anna often watches Mari’s desk then purchases her current read from the local bookstore). Sometimes they’ll discuss art (Anna’s favorite pieces may, on common occasions, feature fair maidens with notably defined anatomy). Recently, they’ve been frequenting local events (she’s canceled three appointments now to attend said events with Mari). The two of them, in fact, went to the loveliest gallery opening last month and shared a slice of blackberry lemon-crème cake. Mari fed Anna a bite with her fork: a doubly bittersweet, indirect kiss. Mari mentioned a craving for it two days ago, red lips in a distracting, horrifying pout. So Anna, in a normal, nonchalant way, called the gallery with the intent of purchasing an entire cake. Tragically, she failed to locate the baker. The gallery was lucky enough however, to have a copy for allergy concerns, which was faxed over. Mari gifted her a kiss on the cheek for it yesterday: a bullet to rational thinking. And so, here is Anna, thinking about warm lips and delicate wrists and flushed skin as Steinbeck’s open pages collect dust. 
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Mari has never been more beautiful than in Anna’s late-mother’s kitchen. It’s not the kitchen really, with its outdated black and white tiled backsplash, nor even the setting sun’s orange light placing a halo atop her head. It’s Mari suggesting they bake the cake together, Anna’s kitchen is bigger anyway, it’ll be nice, she had said. Suggested so casually, as if not filling Anna’s mind with sickly craving, sugarcoated daydreams.
The cake is cooling now, on the silver rack beside the knife block. They’re making frosting. It’s difficult for Anna to pay much care to anything besides the smear of buttercream on Mari’s forearm. She thinks of placing her mouth on it, saccharine skin. Mari smiles, full face, and it's then Anna realizes she’s been talking. 
“Sorry—missed that,” Anna says.
“Oh I just said the photo on your fridge, it’s nice,” Mari replies.
Mari is referring to a photo of her mother—loose brown curls and stress lines around the eyes, her smile is strained only slightly, it’s almost indiscernible. Anna is seated next to her, same strained smile but significantly less disguised. 
“Oh, thanks. That’s my mom, we took it over there.” Anna nods towards the blue velvet couch in the living room where they had then posed for the hired photographer. 
“Cute. You look like her.” Mari says. 
Soon the conversation moves to the new Margaret Atwood they’re both ‘coincidentally’ reading. The butter churns, loud and repetitive, like a third voice interrupting the discussion. Mari snacks on spare blackberries as they wait, her hands match Persephone’s, all stained red. 
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It’s horrific, two toppling layers, collapsing under the weight of undoubtedly too much lemon buttercream; blackberries lazily clinging to swirled dollops. There’s a sheen to it, moonlight on the melting fat of the frosting. 
“It’s beautiful,” Anna quips. Mari laughs, taking a knife out of the block, eager to taste.
“It’s a scale model of the fucking leaning tower of pizza—” Mari says.
“You’re beautiful.” Anna interrupts, unable to help herself. Oh, she’s ruined it now. This was supposed to be a quiet, careful seduction—waves ebbing at rocks so slowly that the rock never realizes when exactly, it goes under. A sea stack.  
Mari’s eyes go big and pleased. She smiles, impossibly, wider.
Oh fuck, oh, oh fuck, Anna thinks. Does she know? Shit. Anna is sick, sick with want, poisoned by something carnal and consuming.
“You’re lovely,” Mari says, as if it’s simple.
She’s close, now, the warmth of her skin corporeal. The red nail polish of Mari’s fingers meets the cotton of Anna’s shirt. Anna gently claps her wrist, takes the knife out of her hand, a tentative touch. The whole thing is lovely really: the delicate press of bone against skin, Mari’s breath, soft against hers, and Anna’s knife, deep in Mari’s guts.
Desire: “to strongly wish for or want (something),” this “something” is undefined. Romance perhaps, sex, money, love, or, in Anna’s case, violence, flavored with sacrilege. When Anna first realized that Mari was not in fact, sterile art,  she was overcome with desire to kill something that is holy and also alive.  Mari is screaming, an angel’s chorus. Prey eyes thick with tears, the confusion of a calf raised by a butcher. Her blood is blackberry juice against buttercream, pouring out from the mouth, catching on the veins of her throat, pooling in her clavicle, then trickling back into the original wound in the stomach. Collapsing, strings cut, she fades into a beautiful lifelessness, ars longa vita brevis. Unrelenting hunger satisfied, Mari lies on the floor— Millais’ Ophelia. Anna is ecstatic, a bit in awe. She thinks herself a sort of artist, the corpse on the floor her undying masterpiece. High on ultimate hedonism, Anna notices blood splattered on the cake. She takes the frosting on her finger, metallic, sour, and too-sweet, it’s quite good. A shame, Anna thinks, that she never got to try a slice. 
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sinningtamer · 1 year
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scuttles in, i think this scene will be in my mind forever now, there was just. a lot of everything and tension and and ????? brain explosion
FHHEGDHSDGSHSGDDHSSGSGSHSHDGDG /pos pos pos me freaking out just a little bit AAAAAA this is so cuuuuute!!! the expressions the blush THE GLASSES !!!!
help i’m so honored u liked it enough to draw something thank you so much!! <333
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@whump-queen I'll absolutely tag you if I do tbh I kinda want to draw him now... writing depends on if I'll be able to settle on a good situation, but I kinda like the idea of showing him off at a fancy gala or smth of the like. Maybe with a subtle little leash, delicate gold chain or something of the like to keep him reminded that he belongs to them... could be linked to something to let them trigger the shock collar if he steps out of line, just to rub it in.
A fancy little show of what fortune that his owner's had, to have something like him fall right into their lap. Whumptober fills've been kinda eating my time recently but I can think of two that it might be fun to link it to. Depends if I want to go all in on the subtle restraining accessories and no chance of ever being anything more than an accessory or have him forced to stand there with a strained smile, desperately hoping he's got a chance at escape, desperately hoping that he'll be able to run before he's trapped here forever.
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sanchoyo · 1 year
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very seriously considering launching an art patreon. Lmk if this is smth u guys would be into 🫣
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olde-scratch · 1 year
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are we sure morbius (2019) or whatever was actually real and not just made up
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demolitionrats · 2 years
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last minute wrote a poem
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togeqii · 1 year
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10, 27, and 42 for the spotify wrapped ask game! (hope you're doing well <3)
hi auden! i am doing surprisingly well considering finals season is almost upon us NFJSKFK but let's hope it stays this way :")
10 (PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS ONE GUYS SHE IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME /SRS)
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send a number 1-100 and i'll tell you which spotify wrapped song it corresponds with!
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lizard-dumbass · 1 year
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I almost feel like i should make a sideblog for ghost posting because they're quickly taking over my blog and i don't want to alienate my mutuals who have no idea wtf is going on and/or are sick of seeing the demonic anti-popes on their dash
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