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charleshyde · 1 year
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Here u go, more Les mis sketches
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willgrahamsbecoming · 6 months
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evilrat-sabre · 7 months
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This is for my Weapon Shifter Hermitcraft AU
Its the reference images that i couldn't put in my first post, because I hit Image limit.
I will crop it here, for the sake of not bombarding yall timeline with my poor photoshop
TW. WEAPONS; THERES IS GUNS, KNIFES, SWORDS and ALL THAT JAZZ.
24- Pearl - (Base form) Deer Horn Knives (Note:Yes. I know that "deer horn" is more fitting for Gem, but hear me out; Its has a half moon shape and I spent to much time scrolling through different types of blade until I found something I was truly satisfied for Pearl base form.)
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(Upgraded form) Scythe
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25- Gem - Executioner's sword (AK. What is better than a sword made only to behead people)
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26- Evil Xisuma- Doom guy shotgun
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27- Helsknight - (Base form) Black steel sword
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(Upgraded form) Twin rapiers
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AND THAT'S IT, THANK GOD.
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effervescentdragon · 1 year
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I think a truly evil prompt would be asking you to write me some sexy nando, specifically that back tattoo 🧎🏼‍♀️ but I won’t.
Here’s one plucked from my own prompt list that I know I’ll never get to - If it inspires you - I just crave the rancid vibes, drama and betrayal.
Driver A discovers that (older) driver B has lost interest in them and has replaced them with a newer younger (faster?) driver. Maybe finds them in a compromising position?
youre gonna love me so much. like. so much 🤭💖
hey, u up for some cod this weekend? :)
He sent the message on Monday. It's not race week, so there's no excessive obligations to fulfill, and he knows they will both be in England. Lewis, because he lives there, and Pierre because his factory is there too. It would be the best time to meet up and - well. Play a bit.
It's Thursday now. The message is still unanswered.
It's fine, Pierre thinks to himself. It's fine, because Lewis is busy, and W13 is giving him hell this year. Pierre is used to failure more often than not in Torro - Alpha Tauri. He's had to get used to it, or at least to learn how not to show outright how much it fucking bothers him. He only has one victory under his belt, though - one of only two for Torro Rosso, the other belonging to a man who went on to win four consecutive championships, an extraordinary man, which means Pierre must be extraordinary too - and many losses. He can't even begin to understand what it's like for Lewis, who has more victories than anyone and hasn't won even one race this year, and it doesn't look like he will be winning any in the car he has. Pierre understands, he really does. Lewis must be devastated, and angry, and so many other things, and Pierre gets it. He just wishes he could help somehow, be there for Lewis in any capacity Lewis would let him, be it playing COD, or just talking, or having sex.
Pierre likes having sex with Lewis a lot. It's a thrill, always, to be fucked by him, and even jjst remembering it makes Pierre shiver a bit and his dick take interest. Pierre doesn't really do that, actually. He doesn't get fucked, he fucks. But with Lewis... it's different with Lewis. Everything is diffetent with Lewis, because Lewis himself is different. He's one of a kind, and it shows. Just being in his presence is intoxicating and awe-inspiring, and Pierre was always very conscious about the effect Lewis had on him. He was pretty sure Lewis knew it all, but he never said anything. Lewis is kind like that. It just makes Pierre appreciate him more.
The first time they slept together was the first time they played COD without Charles there. Just the two of them, in Lewis' huge appartment in Monaco, with the sun setting and the wind hiwling outside, curiously akin to the pumping of Pierre's heart. Pierre got on his knees without Lewis even having to ask, and he kissed every inch of Lewis' cross tattoo, and all the skin he could see. Lewis fucked his mouth, and then fucked him, and in the morning he made Pierre a smoothie and told him to let himself out whenever because Lewis had a workout session and to text the next time he wanted to play COD. When he got back to Charles' apartment he apparently had such a lovesick expression on his face that Charles pestered him for the rest of the day until he spilled the whole story.
(Charles had wrinkled his nose for a second back then, in a way that meant he was a bit worried about something. "I'm not sure that's a smart idea, Pear," he'd said, but Pierre ignored him. "Just be careful," he'd said, and Pierre had nodded, dazed, and Pierre felt drunk for days after, and happier than he thought he would.)
So it kept happening occasionally, after, and it was always good. Better than good, really. Charles started declining the invites for COD soon after, and every time Pierre said where he was going, he just gave him a look and said "Be safe." Pierre didn't think Charles was talking aboit STIs, but he didn't want to think about it. It was much more pleasant to think about what he and Lewis would be doing next time they saw each other.
His phone pings and Pierre scrambles to see who's texting him. His heart speeds up, but then he sees it's just a link from Charles and an Im sorry. He pushes down the disappointment and confusion and opens the link, and then wishes he didn't.
It's a picture of Lewis and George. They're in a caffee, and the picture is obviously a papparazi one. They are sitting across from each other, cups in their hands, and it's an innocent picture. That is, it's an innocent picture if you don't know what to look for, and Pierre knows exactly where to look.
Lewis' smile is always beautiful despite rarely being real. His real smile is something else, and it shows in the crinkle around his eyes. Pierre has been looking at Lewis for too long and too carefully not to know the difference. The worst thing, though, is the look in George's face.
It's the same look Pierre sees in the mirror whenever he thinks of Lewis.
Another message comes in, interrupting his blank staring at the screen.
im really sorry, pear. im here if you wanna talk. hes abit of an asshole rly. u deserve better
It makes Pierre angry, Charles' message. There is an undertone in it that Pierre can read because he's known - that nothing that good could ever last - Charles his whole life. Charles expected something like this to happen, and that makes Pierre want to scream and rage and break whatever the first thing he can grab is.
It hurts, losing. He knows it does. He's used to it. He thought he was immune to it by now.
Lewis is used to it too. Or if he isn't, he won't really care. Not now that he has George.
Pierre needs to break something.
hows seb? still going around with mick following him like a lovesick puppy now hes retiring?
He regrets the message as soon as he sends it, but it's too late to pretend he didn't. Two blue checkmarks show that Charles has read it already. He was probably waiting to see if Pierre needed him, to talk about it, or to provide a distraction, because Charles is a good friend. The best friend Pierre has ever had in his life, really.
Too bad Pierre never knew how not to destroy all the good things he had.
The three dots that show that Charles is typing appear and disappear seven times in the next five minutes. Pierre counts them, holding onto the cross around his neck until it's shape is imprinted on his palm. The typing stops without a message, and Pierre feels sick to his stomach.
He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know what to feel. He only knows he doesn't want to think, so he starts praying.
On his twelfth Ave Maria, the phone in his hand pings again. He opens his eyes and wipes away the moisture from his cheeks, and opens the picture Charles sent him.
It's a selfie of Charles and Seb. Seb's hair is a mess and there is some flour on his cheek, but he's smiling wide and showing a peace sign. He looks happy; lighter somehow. Unburdened. The reason Pierre knows that the picture was taken only moments before is because, despite the fact that he's smiling wide in the picture too, there is a tightness around Charles' eyes that would be imperceptible to anyone who hasn't known him his whole life. Pierre has, and does. He knows exactly what Charles is thinking just now, and what message he is sending to Pierre, and he wants to scream again.
The picture is captioned greetings from thurgau. i may bring you homemade madeleines if u stop being a cunt. seb says hi.
"Touche, calamar," Pierre says out loud to his empty apartment. Madeleines are his favourite desert. His chest hurts. Charles hates madeleines. He'll still make Seb make some for Pierre, despite everything.
Pierre sits down on the floor, and puts his head into his hands, and tries to breathe.
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erisolkat · 21 days
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think i could probably list the bullets tracklist in order from memory
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greenbookreclaim · 8 months
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Get to Know Me Better Tag Game
Rules: Tag ten (10) people you want to get to know better. Tagged by @novafire-is-thinking - I was totally surprised by this notification this morning lol.
Relationship status: Never had one.
Favorite color(s): I'm a big fan of silver, blue and purple. I've also been wearing a lot more dark blues lately because I've been convinced that blue looks the best on me. [Blue poncho moment].
Three favourite foods: Pecan danish! If there's no pecan danish I'll probably get a croissant.
Song stuck in my head: Haha, Armoured Core music has taken over my life rn. I barely know the games. The best part of Afterimage (Live Edit) keeps repeating in my mind lately. Including Mecha Dinosaur.
Last Song I Listened To: Day After Day (Dual Mix) - Armored Core Verdict Day.
Last thing I Googled: Brown broad nosed weevil. The insect just turned up on my sleeve. Brushed it onto the table and gave it a drop of water and a paint brush to sit next to.
Dream trip: I would like to go revisit the places I've already been to, like Finland. But my sister told me about this Eurostar train that goes through part of West Europe and I do like the idea of going on a big train journey.
Anything I really want right now: For all my plans to be clear already. I'm busy with so much right now. I have to do all nighters. And none of my questions are being answered soon enough. What's up with people not being able to say 'yes' or 'no'. I'll just have to go with what I've got.
Alright. Tagging 10 people: @drill-teeth-art, @joonisstrange, @morethanmeetstheass, @pastelpaperplanes, @retr0scum, @bell20x, @jessenitrogen, @vikkicomics, @tristandelarkadien @cliban. [Haya, I may have talked to some of you before. I just thought I’d carry on this tag game in case anyone wants to drop some extra information into their blog :D] - [Hope everyone is having their fair bit of good luck]. [Weevil update - They are all about that apple juice. I'll put them outside soon.]
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islahvnt · 1 year
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open starter @mobscene-starters location: alley beside The Venue
The effects of the last two shots she'd taken - thanks to the sucker who'd yet to pay attention to anyone but her -had begun to wear off, the incessant thump of the bass no longer little more than an irritant as she passed off her keys to her barback and snagged a bottle of whatever her fingers curled around first. She should have gone on break fucking hours ago, but she'd yet to pull the information she'd wanted out of the middle-aged man slinging hundreds across the bar. The dark jacket she pulled tightly around her as she stepped out into the frigid night air didn't do much to keep her safe from the chill - the black lace brassiere and leather skirt she wore beneath it left little to the imagination.
Beyond the chaos of the club, Isla drew the cigarettes out from deep within the pockets of her coat, swearing under her breath when she noted the lighter she usually carried was missing. Footsteps echoed throughout the alleyway, and though she'd have much preferred to be alone; she wasn't exactly getting her way since being freed from prison. The deep sigh that settled in her chest was rather telling as she popped the twist top from the beer bottle in her hands, "Nothing good ever happens in dark alleys after midnight, anyone ever tell you that?"
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a-lex-ithymia · 1 year
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Hallo ich bin jetzt auch ein Spatort Girlie
(haben wir gerade 6 Stunden lang Tatort geschaut???? Ja)
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koheletgirl · 2 years
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im going to tag tdptober and rb anything i can find you've been warned
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xbox going to sleep
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charleshyde · 1 year
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Here doctor, these are the reasons why I collapsed
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fromdusks · 2 years
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time to do cayo perico twice a day to make enough for the update HGHFHH
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codexxgigas · 2 years
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I open the book and they hit me with this??
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salmonroes · 8 months
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adventure time transgender character real????
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 2 months
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De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?
Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).
The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.
He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.
Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.
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messrsbyler · 1 year
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you. yes you, person with rejection sensitive dysphoria. this message is for you. your friends DON'T hate you. they aren't mad at you. they aren't talking behind your back or wished to cut their friendship with you. they love you and treasure you and they are good people who wouldn't hurt you like that! ok, that's all. have a nice day.
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