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fernweh-s · 22 days
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Have you ever come to California 🌲
I haven't! I've never really traveled anywhere, tbh.
Tho, ngl, Cali seems very...busy. Very 'hustle and bustle' and very uhh, people-y. I am not sure it would really be for me, if I ever did. 😅😂
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5pooky · 1 year
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🌷💞✨ answer with 3 random facts about yourself, then send this to 10 other people 🌷💞✨
I like drinking water best when it's cold, but I HATE drinking water (any temp) after I've brushed my teeth because of the "minty cold" feeling that it causes.
When I was a little kid I learned about 'spontaneous human combustion' from a TV show my mum was watching and it became one of my biggest childhood fears.
I still have my childhood collection of 'cool rocks'.
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mercymaker · 1 month
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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄 + 💜😘🌊
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mslanna · 20 days
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Raphael reacting to waking up to his little mouse tending to his injuries?
(also on AO3) enby Tav without body configuration. comfort, wound tending, too soft for sanity
Hurt. Hope. His.
The last thing Raphael remembered was launching himself at his father as Mephistopheles held Tav between his fingers about to squeeze them in half. The red haze that descended over the cambion blurred everything afterwards.
Pain, he remembered. Shouts. Screams. The smell and taste of blood. And then –
Nothing
Pain remained. In the quiet darkness surrounding him, the pain was still there. But so was a gentle warmth and movements over his skin. Broken? Burning? Something moist touched the side of his face. When he tried to jerk away, pain flared up through his whole body, rendering the attempt futile.
"Ah, look who's coming to!" Haarlep's voice, shrill in the silence and cutting into his skin. "I knew it wouldn't be long once we got to the healing pool."
"Shoo." The sound was soft, gentle and lenient towards the incubus in a way Raphael would not have permitted. But it seemed to work. The ground under him – mattress? – moved and steps receded.
"They were jittery ever since you went down." More soft words falling down on him. Nice. Warm. Safe. Tav?
Raphael tried to pry open his eyes. It hurt. It didn't matter. He had to make certain –
A cool hand settled over his eyes.
"Not yet." There was a decided pause after the last word, as if he had missed a word. "Soon. Let me finish with your face first."
He relaxed. Tav. It had to be. Small hands, deft. Sure. And so gentle on his broken skin. It still hurt. But in a reassuring way. Raphael let them work. The rhythm was soothing, a gentle motion in the ocean of pain that rocked him. He must have dozed off.
A sweet dream piercing through the pain of small hands on his face and soft lips breathing a kiss over his. Raphael tried to reach and hold on but the pain the movement caused woke him. At least he was now able to open his eyes.
Tav knelt at his side. Alive. Whole. Not snapped in half by his father's hand. The relief flooding his system overrode all pain. Raphael reached for their face, and though his hand hung in tatters, Tav didn't flinch back. They accepted the bloody touch, cradled his broken hand and placed it back at his side. Raphael could not look away from the dark red smears on their cheek.
"You need rest." Tav's lips moved but the words reached him only much later. Raphael blinked, aware again of the pains covering his body. "Drink. And sleep."
Tav raised a carafe to his lips. Then she shook their head, amused about something Raphael did not understand. The water disappeared from sigh but that was alright. Tav moved to lay his head in their lap. The repositioning hurt, but it was worth it.
Soft eyes looked down on him. Warm. Safe. His? He tried to reach out again, but Tav wouldn't have it. "Be still," they murmured. "You need to heal. Please."
They looked away at the last word and for the first time, Raphael wondered how badly he was injured. His jaw worked and Tav's fingers alighted on it.
"Please."
Tav reached beside them an raised the carafe again. This time they placed it against his lips and unthinking, Raphael drank. Warm. Cool. Hurt. His? He swallowed the water and pain in one. It earned him a smile. He drank more. Each sip making its way into his stomach felt like pearls of ice and fire.
It probably looked very bad if even this sent his body into a painful healing frenzy.
Tav pushed a strand of his hair back behind his ear. No pain. Good. Welcome. More. He mumbled and water spilled down his throat. Tav shook their head, but not angrily. They put the carafe away and produce a wet cloth with which they carefully wiped down his throat.
Raphael felt his skin prick, move and mend. A short check on his extremities proved that most of them were broken and open in some way. Bandaged badly. Preliminary. Behind Tav's head, he saw the ceiling of the boudoir. Home. Good. Safe. He looked back at Tav who had cleaned out the cloth and worked slowly over his right shoulder.
"You relax now," they said gently. "Leave it to me."
He wanted to, he really did. But a part of his mind wondered where Haarlep had gone and when they'd return and what would happen then. His eyes wandered but didn't get far without turning his head. And the mere attempt hurt.
Cool fingers stroked the side of his neck. "None of that now," Tav murmured. "I promise everything will be well. Just let me work."
Another of those empty pauses reserved for a word that never came. Raphael closed his eyes and let his mind chase the shape of that emptiness. A vain pursuit as the gentle touch of warm water on his chest dragged his thoughts away from anything else. Tav's hands followed the water, caressing healing tissue.
Raphael felt the arms of sleep reach for him and soon they would drag him down into their dark embrace. He fought it. With one thought cropping up in his dazed mind whenever he was about to go under. One thing. Important. Now.
He stirred and once again; gentle hands stilled him.
"I will be here when you wake." A soft smile. Hope.
"Mine?" The word croaked from his lips and splintered.
Tav ran a hand through his hair. Then they placed their cool fingers over his lips again. "Yours."
It was barely a whisper. It was enough.
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mel-loly · 1 month
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-I'm back, my dear people! Did you miss me? :]
(I hope so, because it took a while for me to find time to come back- also.. sorry for the bad art😃👍)
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narumi-gens · 2 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/narumi-gens/743137015078551552/just-learned-that-nicotine-constricts-blood?source=share
ik this is for different fandom but this post just made me bigger believer of impotent hiromi :3 chainsmoker AND can't get his dick hard?? sign me the fuck up
angst, smoking, minors/ageless/blank blogs dni
instead of being a funny situation that you'll be telling your friends about for years to come, nicotine-induced impotence!higuruma is one big downer unfortunately. his smoking is definitely tied to the stress of his job and how burnt out he feels by it and the system, all of which bleeds into his personal life and it's hard to know if he can't get it up bc of the smoking or bc of his depression (or some larger medical condition that he's too unmotivated to see a doctor about).
he's tried to give up smoking, but all it takes is one long 14-hour day (of which there are many) to have him crawling into bed beside you in the early hours of the morning smelling like stale cigarettes. you don't ever press him about it, knowing that ultimately the decision to quit needs to be his and his alone.
but no matter how much you assure him that you understand how hard it is to give up an addiction, he can't help but let the cynicism that's begun to fester inside of him lash out.
"you want me to quit, don't you?" he asks unprompted over dinner. it's the first night in a while that he's been off work early enough that you can actually share dinner together and you suggested going out to the restaurant around the corner -- one that has an ashtray at every table.
"yes, I wish you would quit," you answer, glancing at the cigarette perched between his index and middle fingers. "but I wish for a lot of things that are out of my control. I wish it would stop raining so much. I wish we could win the lottery. you'll quit when you're ready and I'll be there to help you."
the sincerity in your eyes is too much for him and he takes a long drag from his cigarette. your sincerity is wasted on a world as corrupt and unjust as this one.
it's wasted on a man like him.
"really? you don't miss getting fucked?" he continues, unable to quell the urge to keep pushing you.
"hiromi!" you snap, looking around to make sure that no one heard him. thankfully the restaurant is busy enough that no one is paying you any attention.
"are you embarrassed that your partner can't get it up? you keep saying it doesn't bother you." in fact, you've said it on many occasions, but always in soft reassurances whispered into his ear as you hold him close from behind. you've never said it with as much derision as he says it now.
"I'm embarrassed about discussing our sex life in public," you hiss angrily. you then close your eyes and take a deep breath, paying no mind to higuruma's secondhand smoke that fills the space between you.
when you meet his gaze again, he can see the slight sheen to your eyes. it seems like he's finally pushed you far enough.
"I can't keep having this same fight over and over again, hiromi," you tell him, your shoulders sagging under the weight of your resignation. "I tell you that I don't mind the long hours or the smoking or the intimacy issues or this self-destructive spiral that you're in and you continue to doubt me at every turn."
you pause to let out a heavy sigh, and when you next speak, your voice breaks.
"I love you. why can't you just let me?"
it's a question he doesn't know the answer to. it's one that he refuses to have the answer to.
all he can do is bring his cigarette to his lips and take another long inhale.
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gardenerian · 14 hours
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@shamelesscreatorsnetwork TWO BY TWO
╰┈➤ Lip and Ian + TV family tropes
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seirindono · 5 months
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About nicknames...
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Ko-fi | Patreon | Comic | Commissions  | Check it out!
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queam · 3 months
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hi, I just want to know, what does your Virgil look like, and if you know Rainbow Core can you do him as well, please
p.s Rainbow Core is an Easter egg, he appears in test chamber involving Excursion Funnels, and the number is 03, there is a little hole where the cube drops when you head up the excursion funnel, this just in case you don't know him and want to find him
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I haven’t drawn rainbow core yet (though i definitely will) but i do have a Virgil! Very inspired by faragonart’s virgil
he’s also meant to resemble a bee a little
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meatmel · 24 days
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could do a sketch of Don with a really big nose just pressed to the floor like he’s sniffing something (kinda like a dog)
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i accidentally gave don a pompador[?] HELP this is what i get for not drawing him for a while. hes looking for something maybe? what is he doing... who knows, LOL
dumber thing
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bringthekaos · 22 days
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Hot take but I don't think Mel is interested in a pacified Zaun & Piltover because of the good in her heart as much as she wants to do it to prove herself to her mom
I mean. Mel’s mom literally said “let the war unfold,” and if Mel wanted to prove herself to Ambessa, then she would have done just that. We saw through her flashback how Mel tended to lean toward mercy rather than bloodshed, and seemed to be disgusted by her mother’s thirst for it.
Now… there might be a small element of vying for peace to spite her mother, but even then… I think vying for peace for selfish reasons is still vying for peace. Right thing for wrong reasons is still right thing, kinda deal. And I also think that Jayce rubbed off on her, a little. She had been here in Piltover for so long, playing the game of politics for so long, that when she first met Jayce he was just another pawn on her chess board. But I think as she got to know him better, she was reminded of the reasons she came to Piltover in the first place—to escape the warmongering and build something for herself, and she lost herself along the way. He helped her get it back, and I think it made her take a step back and say “what am I doing? This isn’t a chess board, these are people’s lives, and if we’re not careful the warmongering will consume us too. I will become my mother.”
Mel is a complex character, and one that got far too much hate from the fandom (and I think a very large reason for that is that many of us, myself included to an extent, can’t help but project our own distaste for corrupt politicians and “rich people” onto her). But I think it’s important to give characters a chance without dooming them from the start just because they happen to resemble something IRL. And while yes, she is technically corrupt, she is far from the biggest problem on that council. And even if she’s done some corrupt things in the past… she deserves a chance to make it right. I mean that’s the essence of character growth, to realize you’ve done something wrong and seek to change. I really hope she survives the bombing, because I’d like to see what a Mel who has been hurt by the conflict might look like… and how it could swing her to go even harder on the “no war” stance. She may be one of the only voices that still holds to it, Jayce included.
TL;DR—Mel may have voted for peace to spite her mother, but personally, I think her motivations for the vote are inconsequential to the vote itself. And while it may have been too little too late, she deserves credit for trying to stop this.
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fernweh-s · 5 months
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when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!) 🌟
5 is so many, lmfao honestly I don't know that I've got that many 😂😭😭. physical things, sure, that's an easy 5, bc I am a vain ass bish, but if we talking like?? just general things?? Iunno. 😬
But I feel like listing just physical things is cheating— 😤😭
so uhHHHh
I like: 1. That I'm decently artistic! 2. That I'm a fairly nice/friendly person
...and I'm out of those already so physical things it is for the remaining 3 lmfaooo 3. The shape of my eyes 4. My collar bones 5. How smol and dainty I am.
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5pooky · 2 years
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When you get this write seven truths about you and then send it to seven other people you follow.
I don't know how to swim and I'm too scared of drowning to learn.
I never got over my childhood fear of pitch dark, so I still have a nightlight.
I used to hate the color pink when I was little, but now it's tied for my favorite.
I don't know how to drive.
My least favorite color combo is red&blue. I just. Hate it so much. lmao.
I actually like dogs a TINY bit better than cats, but I've only ever had cats.
Two of my wisdom teeth grew in fully, and two didn't; but they don't bother me so I still have them.
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ducktracy · 2 months
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mslanna · 12 days
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Could I request Raphael having an 'Oh, fuck' moment of realization regarding the fact he has fallen for his little mouse? He would definitely realize that this is something that others could use against him.
I may have forgotten about one part of the prompt. 😅 Enby Tav without body configuratiion. Find it on AO3
Sharess' Caress' Super Special
"I knew you would be back." Raphael couldn't help the smug satisfaction mirrored in his smile. He had laid the perfect trap for his little mouse. And as much as Tav tried to evade it, they simply could not. He had made sure of that.
"You waited patiently." Tav sauntered across the room as if they owned it.
"As an immortal, I have all the time in the world. Unlike you." He leant against the desk and looked them over. No signs of transformation were visible on his little mouse. The illithid tried and failed where he, Raphael, would triumph – seducing Tav to his side.
"I'm making the most of it." Tav looked around the room. "Do you?"
"Whatever gave you the impression I am idle just because I reserve special treatment for my favourite future client?" He poured a glass of wine and held it out to them.
"The room doesn't look as if it sees a lot of action." Tav ignored the wine and idly kicked at the petals. "A shame, really. People will promise you anything just before coming."
Raphael took a deep breath. "I do not need to rely on such – crude methods. I reap more than enough souls with less effort."
"Works, though. And, in case you wonder, I don't think I own my soul any longer." Tav grinned insolently. "Promised it to the drow twins. Repeatedly, I think."
Cold acid accumulated in Raphael's stomach. Those charlatans. Not even real twins but counting on the inability of other races to keep drow apart. To think that those two had their hands, and more, all over his client enraged Raphael disproportionally. The fact that Tav enjoyed it enough to offer up their soul-
It was an information to keep close at hand. Nothing else. Not an insult, not an invitation. Though it should be one. He would show that mouse what the worth of their soul was. They'd be begging, crying for release under his hands.
Raphael balled his right into a careful fist. That was not the kind of thought he should be having. Yet the vision would not leave. Tav. Dishevelled. Flushed. Pupils dilated, mouth half open. No. Mouth forming his name and dropping it syllable by syllable to his rhythm.
His nails dug into the flesh of his palms and for once, Raphael was glad not to be in his true form. This was unworthy of him. Just because the room he rented was in a brothel- But that wasn't it. Nobody else had coaxed this reaction from him. He glared at Tav who still stood in the middle of the room, scrutinising the set-up.
"If you would rather exchange pleasure of the flesh for your soul instead of the Orphic Hammer for the Crown of Karsus, something can be arranged." Raphael was proud of his disinterested tone.
Finally, Tav looked at him, at the goblet of wine in his hand. They tilted their head. "Is that an exclusionary decision? Only one or the other?"
Raphael swallowed. The hot flash of anger, certainly anger, at hearing about Tav's exploits had led him to make an unwise offer. Still. Tav was this close to give up their soul. He smiled. "Would you like it to be?"
Tav closed the distance and plucked the cup from his hand. They took a slow sip, savouring the heavy taste of the carefully chosen wine. "If it is, you know I have to choose the Orphic Hammer. To save the world and defer my own desires."
"Such a pity." He lowered his voice and ran a finger along Tav's jaw.
"Says he who almost throws a hissy fit when he hears I fuck somebody else. And enjoy it." Tav grinned and caught his finger with a flick of their head.
Soft lips closed around the tip of his finger and after a wicked wink, Tav circled it with their tongue. Raphael suppressed a moan. Damned mortal. And he did not throw a hissy fit. Tav was free to fuck whoever they wanted – as long as that was him. They were his little mouse and he would give them all they needed. All he wanted.
Raphael pushed his index finger behind Tav's teeth, curled it and pulled them close. "Did your mother never teach not to taunt a devil?" he growled.
"Even if she did, she never dealt with a devil like you." Tav spoke around his finger, tongue teasing him recklessly.
The sensations ran through Raphael's body unchecked, pooling between his legs and parching his mouth. He caught Tav's jaw between his thumb and middle finger, probing their mouth and tongue. Tav held his gaze and suspicion rose in the devil that their confession was not as innocent as they pretended.
"Neither have you." He retrieved his finger and watched as Tav's tongue followed it, still sneaking around its tip. "But since you seem so eager to, that can be arranged."
"Took your sweet time." Tav pressed against him to place the goblet on the desk behind him. Then their hands settled over his ass. When he squirmed, Tav rocked their hips against his, still grinning greedily. "Not that I regret what I had to do to get here, mind you. The twins are good."
Raphael growled. He'd show Tav that those were nothing compared to a devil who did you.
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mel-loly · 9 days
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Btw- for those who don't know, the difference between the two is this:
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For me, I love normal but I have to admit that chibi is much quicker and easier to make, not that normal is that difficult but it's still a little more than chibi :]
But I still love them both! Whether it's difficult/easy to do or not, I do it anyway <333
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