#my stuff
fiveviktorklaus 2 days ago
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s2 v s3
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becauseofthebowties a day ago
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JENSEN ACKLES as BEAU ARLEN in BIG SKY - 2.18 Catch a Few Fish
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captain-flint 2 days ago
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Ed + lingering gaze
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rainyzzel 2 days ago
remade the viral cat meme in TOH version
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castiellesbian a day ago
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kosem-sultan 2 days ago
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鈫 Day 4 - Favorite Film: Titanic (1997)
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transmechanicus a day ago
Hi mutuals i鈥檓 bringing u a cold glass of milk and a war brownie
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elidon00 a day ago
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I got a new tattoo a couple days ago, I bough this amazing design from @beebeedibapbeediboop! She sells tattoo flashes from time to time, go check them out :P
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cloudmancy a day ago
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adammilligan 2 days ago
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*michael voice* can't have shit in this fucking heavenly host
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viktorenthusiast 2 days ago
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What the hell is a Kugelblitz?
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freekyart 2 days ago
Okay actually with me reblogging a lot of these posts about queerness I just want to say this.
I am queer. You cannot separate my queerness from me.
My childhood was not surrounded by queerness. I did not have enormous queer internet communities full of love and support readily available. I was not "influenced" into queerness as a child; I grew up and live in a small rural town filled with conservative, religious people who hate queers like me. I was shielded from the joys of accepting myself. My family, while certainly better than they used to be, still look down on queers. I'll never forget coming out to my meema my freshman year of high school and she said to me "I love you, but I do not support you." And for the first time I understood what conditional love and support was. "I love and support you so long as you are what I want you to be."
I am lucky that as a teen, as I first genuinely began questioning, the beginnings of queer liberation on the internet was getting huge and I could find answers to my questions and much needed support. I am lucky that as a young adult queerness is more accepted, even in places like where I live.
There are older queer people who did not have that luxury. Older queers who lived through violence and hatred and fought for us younger queers' rights. Queer people who have lost their lives, who did not get to see the world today and how far we've come.
They did NOT fight for us just so we could say who and who is not queer. They did not die for us just so we could exclude each other from our communities.
Do not disrespect the sweat, blood, and tears that they sacrificed for us to be where we are today.
We have a long way to go, we're still far from perfect, and we need to fight together to continue the work. It is our turn to continue this fight for our rights. Let us give the older community members a well deserved break. We will get this done for you. We will fight together until we don't have to anymore.
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becauseofthebowties 2 days ago
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JENSEN ACKLES as BEAU ARLEN in BIG SKY - 2.18 Catch a Few Fish
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sy-on-shrimp 15 hours ago
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Posting this in honor of Damian falling in love in today鈥檚 episode! 馃挅
This is my first fanart of them that I drew a few days ago, they鈥檙e so adorable aaaahhhh 馃槶
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ddarker-dreams a day ago
Reunion. Yan Chrollo x F Reader
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Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Chrollo is awful here Big Time oh lord oh god oh no, unbalanced power dynamics. Word count: 2.3k.
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It was a testament to the poor quality of your company when every red light you received felt akin to personal torture.
Optimism, that鈥檚 what you need. Some adjustment in your mindset that will allow you to view this glass as half full rather than half empty. Optimism. How you loathe the word. You felt optimistic this morning, while eating warm pastries from the hotel鈥檚 continental breakfast on your room鈥檚 balcony. At lunch when you visited a caf茅 and found your drink was already covered, another customer had paid it forward. There was no way you could鈥檝e predicted the sweet taste of the day turning dry and sour a few short hours later.
He鈥檚 saying something, you think, spinning pretty words from the loom that is his mouth. You pay him no mind. Rather, you find interest in the shifting landscape of your hometown, as observed from the passenger seat鈥檚 tinted windows.
The video rental shop you looked forward to visiting every Friday has been replaced by a liquor store. Your favorite diner is gone now too, the land bulldozed and the signs standing upon its grave promising ample warehouse space as soon as next year. How odd, since the day they promised potential leasers the project to be complete passed about five years ago. A waste, what a waste.聽
鈥淎re you intent on ignoring me all night? That isn鈥檛 very mature of you, [First].鈥
Maybe you鈥檇 think better of it if you were in a clearer state of mind, since alcohol鈥檚 pleasant buzz holds you prisoner now, but you respond with unbridled antipathy.
鈥淒id you expect me to be in a talkative mood?鈥
鈥淲hen there鈥檚 so much to discuss, yes.鈥
He鈥檚 not wrong on that front. You鈥檇 rather cut your own tongue out than admit it, though.
鈥淭here isn鈥檛 anything to discuss,鈥 your rebuttal comes swift. Panicked. 鈥淚 just want to get back to my hotel and sleep.鈥
鈥淗ence my driving you, dear.鈥
鈥淣o, you鈥檙e driving me because my mom insisted鈥斺
The words lodge themselves in your throat and you make no effort to free them. It isn鈥檛 right. For him to be here, where you grew up. In the town where you got your first part-time job, begged your older sibling to drive you to the mall on the weekends so that you could hang out with your friends, crushed over a cute boy from your class who worked at the movie theater. Chrollo didn鈥檛 belong here. It鈥檚 intrusive, a violation, a breach of your personal privacy to the highest degree. If your body rejects foreign pathogens that would seek to do you harm, it only makes sense that you would give him the same treatment.
Home is supposed to be your sanctuary 鈥 his presence is defiling that. Corrupting and warping it as if to say you could never be rid of him. It didn鈥檛 matter if you locked the doors and held them shut. He would always find a way in. Always.
鈥淒id you lose your train of thought?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 you lie without hesitation. He knows it, you鈥檙e certain he does, but he鈥檚 already claimed victory. In the aftermath of a battle, the victor takes inventory of what they鈥檝e gained. That has to be what he鈥檚 doing now. Sorting through the spoils and gloating.聽
鈥淎 pity,鈥 Chrollo confesses. Though you don鈥檛 look at him, you can tell he鈥檚 smiling by his voice alone. 鈥淚 would鈥檝e loved to hear your thoughts.鈥
鈥淪omehow, I鈥檓 doubtful about that.鈥
Yet again, in another show of mockery from a cruel and indifferent universe, the traffic light overhead turns red upon your approach. Just like its predecessor. And the one before that. You鈥檇 think it was rush hour by the traffic lights alone, but it鈥檚 eleven o鈥檆lock at night, and you haven鈥檛 seen another car in minutes.
鈥淥n the topic of your family鈥︹ he trails off, purposeful in prolonging the silence, so that your suspense might accumulate. You grip your clutch tighter. 鈥淚 wish I鈥檇 gotten to meet them sooner. We never got around to it, did we? Ah, the stories from your childhood were especially a delight. The senior photo in your father鈥檚 wallet was too. You鈥檒l have to tell me what quote you picked sometime.鈥澛
You don鈥檛 want to think about it, you don鈥檛 want to think about it. How a murderer shook hands with your father. Made pleasant small talk with your mother. Discussed cars and current events with your brother. All the while you sat sinking in the restaurant鈥檚 booth, your appetite lost, forced to regurgitate some flimsy excuse about why your family had never met your oh-so charming 鈥榝riend鈥.
鈥淭o think I鈥檝e been your first boyfriend in such a long time, too. Your ex still lives in this town, doesn鈥檛 he? Working at that鈥 hm, what was it鈥 gas station. I wonder if I鈥檒l get to meet him as well.鈥
鈥淲e are not dating, not anymore,鈥 you remind him, aghast. 鈥淎nd that鈥檚 a respectable occupation, anyway.鈥
鈥淏y your father鈥檚 tone, he certainly didn鈥檛 seem to think so.鈥
That鈥檚 right. What an excellent job Chrollo did at establishing himself as appealing in every prospect, from the choice sports car sitting in the parking lot for them to ogle over, to paying for everyone鈥檚 dinner by the night鈥檚 end. How they must鈥檝e thought reciprocating his affections would be a no-brainer. Still, you place no blame on your family 鈥 everything is his fault from beginning to end. There was a time when you were similarly so blinded by his presence that you assumed there was no darkness to be found.
鈥淵ou have zero business judging the employment of others with the line of 鈥榳ork鈥 you鈥檙e in.鈥
鈥淧erhaps. And yet,鈥 with the hand not on the steering wheel, he motions to your person. 鈥淵ou have no problem wearing a dress I obtained from my despicable 鈥榣ine of work鈥.鈥
Heat rises to your face and situates itself there, letting you know it won鈥檛 be going away anytime soon.聽
The garment had already cast guilt on you. After discovering the truth behind Chrollo鈥檚 weeks of absence and seemingly endless pit of money, you rid yourself of every material item he鈥檇 ever given you. Bags, jewelry, purses, shoes, and clothes; they were either donated or thrown out as looking at them for too long nauseated you. This dress was the lone exception, not that arguing this point would do you any good. You were reminded of your cousin鈥檚 wedding and the subsequent need to fly home for it while ridding yourself of his gifts.
The high-end places you鈥檇 undoubtedly be attending for such an event spurred you to save one, just one, of his expensive presents. Never had you expected to 鈥渃oincidentally run in鈥 to him and be subjected to his torments over the moral ambiguity.
After what feels like an eternity, he turns into the hotel you were able to reserve on a limited budget; a potential light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe he鈥檒l part ways with you here. Sever whatever connection bound you in the past, giving you freedom to pursue a future without him in the picture. He should feel satisfied over the agony he subjected you to this evening. For months, if not years, you鈥檒l endure questions from your family about that fascinating stranger who happened upon you that one night and proved himself a desirable bachelor.聽
鈥淒id you not work out? Have you ever thought about contacting him again? Maybe smooth things over?鈥 Queries such as this would be your personal agony, handcrafted by the man in question himself.
鈥淭here鈥檚 no need to sit there and pout,鈥 Chrollo reassures, though his words promise the opposite of that. 鈥淵ou look lovely in it. And as you said, I have no business judging others.鈥
He doesn鈥檛, but he鈥檚 going to anyway.聽
You shrink into yourself when he places his arm behind the passenger seat, a habit you noticed he has whenever he backs up. Before, it birthed life to butterflies in your stomach, but now, you want to create as much distance as possible. No space would ever feel like enough.
He turns the keys in the ignition and the car鈥檚 humming falls silent.
For some time, the both of you sit there, neither moving nor making a sound. Your eyes remain firm on your lap while you can feel his stare searing into your profile. You鈥檙e agitated, at a loss on what to do, and most pressing of all, you鈥檙e tired. His presence promises more than ill-timed appearances and caustic words meant to eat away at your high defenses. Considering this, your stomach twists painfully. No amount of faux bravado on your part can hide your apprehension from him. He smells it out, like a shark sensing blood in water.
All you had in your arsenal were words, sharp yet ultimately harmless words. What he boasted in his鈥 you dread the thought. 聽
鈥淲hat do you want, Chrollo?鈥
It鈥檚 not that you want to ask, but that you feel there鈥檚 no other option available. This was a merry-go-round ride that would keep spinning until one of you fell off, and if anyone was going to fall, it would be you.
鈥淚鈥檒l let you decide that.鈥
He sounds sincere, however, you know better than to believe that. Suspicion must be written all over your face. He takes your hand in his and you let him. You wonder if he knows it鈥檚 his hands you fear the most, rivaled only by his hollow eyes that at times appear omnipotent. As they do now. At any given moment, he could see all of you, while you saw a mere fraction of him.聽
Maybe it鈥檚 a blessing he revealed only so much. If you witnessed the full depths of his depravity, you might never surface for air again, drowning in a vat thicker than tar.聽
How can so much darkness permeate from another human being? It was times like this where you couldn鈥檛 be certain if he was one.
鈥淚鈥檒l either stay or leave by your discretion,鈥 he announces, causing your eyebrows to scrunch together. Just when you thought you鈥檇 taught yourself to expect the unexpected with him, he finds new ways to throw you off-balance.
This has to be a trick. Something is hiding in the fine print, and you鈥檙e intent on finding out. 鈥淲hat does you staying look like?鈥
鈥淵ou were always quick on the uptake,鈥 he鈥檚 pleased, evidently, a factor he makes known by pressing a chaste kiss to your hand. All your self-control goes into not pulling yourself free. It may have been intuition or paranoia, but something told you he鈥檇 sooner let you dislocate your shoulder than allow you to pull away. Not after he鈥檚 waited months for this.聽
鈥淲e鈥檒l get out of this car together. You鈥檒l let me into your hotel room 鈥 your bed 鈥 then your life. Your parents invited you to breakfast tomorrow, didn鈥檛 they? I鈥檒l come with you. I鈥檒l see your childhood home, look at old photo albums at your mother鈥檚 behest and laugh at the stories she tells me from your youth. I鈥檒l compliment the arrangement of the furniture, how the colors go together just so. She鈥檒l be simply taken with me. Your father, too, naturally. I鈥檝e already begun to make excellent progress on that front.鈥
You don鈥檛 think you could breathe if you wanted to.
Chrollo leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper that made your earlier dinner want to claw back up your throat.
鈥淚 will attend your cousin鈥檚 wedding this weekend as your date. I鈥檒l charm your aunts, impress your uncles. Play with your nieces and nephews. You can introduce me however you like. A friend, a colleague from work. They鈥檒l know. They鈥檒l read between the lines. They鈥檒l ask when they can expect to see you walk down the aisle to me someday in the future. You can cry, if you so please, but they鈥檒l simply mistake it as a maiden who is head over heels in love. I鈥檒l tell them to keep their calendars free next June, and they鈥檒l laugh, perhaps you will too.鈥
He squeezes your hand to anchor you. Otherwise, you think your mind would鈥檝e given you the reprieve of going someplace else, someplace safe and sane and anywhere but here. Hell itself may be preferable, if you weren鈥檛 already there.聽
鈥淚 will insert myself so deeply into your life, that to cut me out, you鈥檇 have to slice into yourself as well.鈥
You鈥檙e trembling now, like a leaf caught in a hurricane, with no hope of ever reaching solid ground again. Pushed and pulled by the whims of a being that so plainly outclasses you in every category.
What could you do? What could you say? Did it even matter what approach you tried to take? The web was spun and you were caught. The more you struggle the deeper embedded you become.聽
So you play by his rules and voice yet another question you don鈥檛 really want to know the answer to.聽
鈥淎nd鈥︹ your lips are dry, so terribly dry, as is your mouth, 鈥淚f鈥 if I ask you to leave?鈥
He pulls back 鈥 not that it matters. It still feels like he鈥檚 there, the warmth of his breath, the woody notes of his cologne. Haunting you. Dominating you. Asserting that this nightmare isn鈥檛 over, oh no, it鈥檚 just getting started.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 simple,鈥 Chrollo takes your pallid face in his hands, stroking your cheek, gazing down at your through thick eyelashes. What gleams in his lifeless eyes, you can鈥檛 say for certain. You think it might be best if you remain ignorant to it. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l come with me.鈥
A kiss to your cheek. He lingers this time, you鈥檙e in no position to protest. He savors the closeness he brought by interlocking you to his person with ironclad handcuffs.
鈥淪o, what will it be? I stand by what I said earlier. I鈥檇 love to hear your thoughts. Be a dear and share them with me.鈥
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earthsong9405 a day ago
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I鈥檝e been a lil quiet due to that surgery I mentioned a few weeks back; happy to report I鈥檓 feelin鈥 good and the injury is now healing nicely! I still need a tiny bit more rest, but I鈥檇 like to ease myself back into things, so here鈥檚 a compilation of some of the commissions I did earlier! :>
I鈥檝e been mighty surprised by how popular the expression busts seem, but I can鈥檛 complain; I love working with expressions so it鈥檚 a win-win! ^.^聽
Characters are owned by: Finn-the-Cartoonist, Thane,聽Rnaribou, Ozwynn, Chris_JDT,聽kid30tired, RitzBeretta, Alkonium, RekeSnake, and PyritKyrit!
Thank you all so much for commissioning me and for supporting me! ;w;
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kosem-sultan 16 hours ago
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鈫 Day 6 - Favorite Era: The Tudor Era
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darsycho 2 days ago
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burthummels 2 days ago
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鈫 13th anniversary of the pilot episode, my beloved | insp.
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vlad-wakinyan a day ago
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More DIO 馃憗馃憚馃憗
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