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1jemmagirl22 · 3 months
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"Don't worry, I haven't written you a love letter."
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Top 23 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2023, ranked:
11; Zoya Nazalensky and Nikolai Lantsov, Shadow and Bone
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frnkiebby · 2 months
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two pixel sewer rats for you guys~🎃
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marzipanandminutiae · 17 days
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Lucille Sharpe truly is one of the characters of all time
she's a lost girl. she's a monster. every single thing she does is motivated by love and loneliness. she has destroyed innocent lives and feels no remorse for it. she should get to heal from her trauma and be happy. she should be hanged for everyone else's safety. she would die for the person she loves most, but she wouldn't stop manipulating him and trapping him in the darkness with her. she loves beautiful, fragile things so much she has to kill them about it. she's Probably Queer but would never admit that. she's the Victorian "angel in the house" archetype, but an angel of death.
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and of course her aesthetic sensibilities slap
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3
The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.
It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->
They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!
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I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.
"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!
"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.
"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.
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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.
"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.
He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."
"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".
I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.
How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.
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kaciidubs · 7 months
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AYWAYS. On a scale from 1-10 how easily could kitty felix cum from playing woth his tail or hos ears?
OOOHOHOHOHOH, WHAT A QUESTION!!!!
❣ Pairing; Kitty Shifter! Felix x Reader ❣ ❣ Warnings; slight Dom! Reader, coming untouched, slight overstimulation, kitty Lix is a mess for you ❣
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Kitty Felix is a sensitive little bean, if you so as run your hands through his hair in a passive motion, he's rubbing his head against your hand begging for more, his tail swaying eagerly.
So, when you decide to test just how sensitive he gets, it's no surprise that after a minute of massaging your fingers at the base of his ears, he's a pouty mess; mewling and pleading for you to touch him everywhere else.
Everywhere else must have included his lower back, the area where his tail was - the part of his body that interested you the most - because that's where your right hand decides to go.
Having him seated on your lap was a perfect decision because it gave you a front row seat to the best sight in the world; Felix dressed in only an oversized t-shirt, bunched at his hips and exposing his leaking dick - twitching and begging to be put to use.
The instant he felt your touch at the base of his spine he nearly fell backwards from the way his back arched, your firm hold keeping him steady despite the way he shook.
"P-Please! Why- It's so- I-" He swallowed thickly, nearly choking on hos own spit, "I-I'm gonna- I can't-"
His hips bucked into the air, his cock throbbing as a steady stream of precum drooled from his untouched tip, staining your pants.
Your fingertips danced around the fine hairs at the base of his tail, while your left hand continued to rub his soft ears - and when your fingers accidentally pinched the base his world stopped, a high, broken moan shooting from his mouth.
His body jerked as streaks of cum shot from his dick in seemingly endless webs, landing on your shirt and the space between you; his choked breaths melting into sobs of relief.
You moved your hands to his waist, gently cooing words of praise while he came down from his high, "Good boy, breathe for me kitty, deep breaths - did such a good job for me, kitten, such a good job."
After a minute, he was calm enough to open his eyes, glossy with unshed tears yet shining with raw adoration and love.
"I told you, you could come just from me touching you, pretty." You hummed with a smile, bringing a hand up to cup his freckled cheek.
"Y-Yeah," he pouted, leaning into your touch, "but I like being i-inside you, better."
Mirroring his pout cutely, you nod in understanding, "Okay kitten - let me treat you for letting me do this, then, okay?"
So uh, to answer your question? 10 - but poor baby would rather feel you wrapped around him in some sense!
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daisiesonafield-blog · 2 months
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I love this man so much I can’t even explain it
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dreemurr-skelememer · 10 months
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come home soon, my friends. i wish to sing you my lullabies and tell you of my tales once more.
me: haha i need 2 work on my college work. i cant sleep an yway. also me:
anwya. pajamatale. by me n @ss-kitkat
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Big fan of Tall and Lean Danny combined with even Taller Amazon Jazz. Just this 6’7” twunk being teased by his 6’11” buff sister about how tiny he is compared to her and their 7’3” dad.
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larkoneironaut · 7 months
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My wood elf bard Nyctea who likes to donate blood from time to time 🖤
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lunarlivs · 2 months
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in -83 alice and cissy buy a cottage by the beach in cornwall and move there with draco, to give him a calm childhood filled with swimming in the sea, growing vegetables, food markets, story times and so much love their little home is bursting with it. here’s some of alice’s drawings of that <33
i hope you see the vision because this was so much fun for me
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bandizoi · 1 year
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krakenshaped · 2 months
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yubel the beloved perhaps
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I'm very excited for Phantom Nightmare can you tell :3
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1jemmagirl22 · 3 months
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"If you so much as touch one hair on her annoying little witch head..."
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Top 23 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2023, ranked:
22: Bonnie Bennet and Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries
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ssiggss · 9 months
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IDK IF I POSTED THESE BEFORE BUT IM ART DUMPING SO
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the1trueanon · 10 months
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a silly lil guy sitting on a silly lil apple @:3 he's gonna teach you the alphabet, if he can remember all of it...
wally has some magical power where drawing his lil face destroys all sadness XD fr with the right inspiration and enough energy i could just sit and draw/paint him endlessly to my heart's content, and he could very well cure all depression -w- i love him so much
our darling wally belongs to the great @partycoffin :D
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kaciidubs · 4 months
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"so...why did you hand me your credit card?"
"because i want to know exactly how you get your nails done. I should have a say in whats wrapped around my cock, darling"
Hehe😈
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- Ahem, sorry, window was open, ANYWAYS-
Sugar Daddy! Hyunjin, always - and I mean ALWAYS pays for the nails, even seeks out the best nail tech for the job. If his muse is going to get her nails done then she's gonna have them done; full spa day, manicure and pedicure, massage, and whatever little amenities you wanted to doll yourself up with.
It's a win-win, because later that night you're sucking him off and he can catch a glimpse of your fingers sprawled across his abdomen, shiny nails sparking in this rotation's color of choice - and whats even better?
They look immaculate wrapped around his dick.
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