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Okay, a little unrelated BUT
I just finished reading this book called 'A Thousand Boy Kisses' by the author Tillie Cole and MY GOD IT HURT. It's one of the most beautiful yet most tragic thing I've read in my life. Already added Poppy and Rune to my list of favorite couples😭
Please LET ME KNOW if anyone has read this book before, I desperately need someone to pour my emotions into. I cried literally throughout the 14 hours I read this.
Never EVER gonna recover from this pain.
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ryxxla · 2 years
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“I now realized why I had loved her so hard from being so young—so I had this time with her. Poppy believed her spirit always knew she’d die young. I was starting to think that maybe mine did too.”
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just-sarah-xx · 10 months
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if yall havent already istg go read "a thousand boy kisses" i promise you that it will mentally break you
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nashivalesc · 1 year
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Book: A thousand boy kisses
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linkbetweenlinksau · 5 months
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Like I said, they MIGHT not make an appearance in lbl, but I wanted to design them anyways. Their individual refs will happen eventually
Now before someone asks and I know they will, oot Zelda is not here, because I cannot for the life of me figure out where she would even be. It pains me to leave her out cuz she has my fav Zelda design, but she has no connection to Time whatsoever. The version that did know Time is in an entirely different timeline, and the one in the correct timeline doesn’t know him. It’s just easier for me to leave her out. So. Yeah.
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PLEASE READ
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Pinned on my page is a post by @sulfurcosmos that shows all the ways you can help Palestine.
Even if you just reblog their post - that's fine! You're reblog matters and will help the post reach more people.
Please, take the time to look at the ways you can help Palestine and the countless lives affected.
Stay safe everyone,
Rune
((Art has always helped me process things - this isn't meant to make light of any of the tragedies that have happened.
I'm hoping, by posting this, I can share the information to this fandom that has helped me through a lot.))
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ask-luciavampire · 9 days
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ask and fet @asklightningshadowbolt
fet @anideterm3
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loveless-ning · 2 months
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“Rune?” Poppy said quietly from beside me. “Yeah, baby?” I replied softly. She turned her pretty face to me and cast me a weak smile. “You okay?” I asked, grazing my hand down her face. “I’m getting tired,” she admitted, reluctantly. My heart cracked. Over the past week, I had begun to see tiredness gradually creeping into her face when she’d done too much. And worse still, I could see how much she hated it. Because it prevented her from enjoying all life’s adventures. “It’s okay to be tired, Poppymin. It’s not a weakness.”
A Thousand Boy Kisses by Tillie Cole 🩷
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tuportamiviareturn · 10 months
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Si ma non rompetemi le palle in pausa mentre leggo di Rune e Poppy!
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ask-shutter-ghost · 2 years
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alaris rune ask) come out of the demon portal ) thus isn't the game store...you what play a game?
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Alaris Rune: This isn't the game store . . . You wanna play a game?
Shutter Ghost: Sure! Wanna take turns at Poppy Playtime?
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LOVE me some Poppy Playtime! Terrifying game, I can't wait to see what the next chapters hold!
But Shutter, why are you playing the game IN Poppy Playtime Co.? That doesn't seem safe XD
Alaris Rune Reference
Poppy Playtime Background Reference
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pequenasmaravilhas · 2 years
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— Você está assustada, Poppymin? Porque eu estou aterrorizado. Estou aterrorizado com o inferno que a vida parece sem você.
Mil Beijos de Garoto
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ryxxla · 2 years
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just finished reading A Thousand Boy Kisses by Tillie Cole.
I have not cried that hard at a book in so long. I was legit crying at every single chapter. whether it was happy or sad tears, they never stopped.
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moonglowmagic · 1 year
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@cantfightmoonlight​ (Chai Rune) 
Where: Eclipse 
“We really need to find somewhere else to meet again besides our places of employment.” She informed him with a sigh, took a long drink from her beer. “So should I even ask how much you made this week or just assume you kicked my ass at it once again?” She questioned looking over at him with annoyance. “Just to be clear this is why you’re not allowed to participate in sexy Santa.” She pointed out to him as she pushed the stack of money out of the way that she’d already counted. “It would be rigged in your favor and we can’t have that.” 
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linkbetweenlinksau · 5 months
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Next group let’s goooo.
Don’t tag as Lu
First one
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sprout-fics · 1 year
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Listen, I don’t know if you’re writing for König now— but I feel like the presence of two masked figures (König and Ghost) is just begging for some fics full of jealousy; Ghost doesn’t like someone flirting with his girl, and he especially doesn’t like someone with goofy ass drapes over their face trying to flirt with his girl either.
But— it’s just a thot. A Thursday thot.
I do not currently write for Konig! (Nor shall I start as of yet, bc I have wayyy too many unfinished projects and refuse to indulge in additional distractions) However, I can make time for a little Thursday Thots drabble for you, anon!
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He's touching you again.
Ghost sees all, with his tar-dark stare, burning, scorching into your skin as Konig hovers beside you. The Austrian soldier's hand hovers over your shoulder, the touch hesitant, fleeting but there all the same.
It's a dangerous proximity, one that Ghost would normally tolerate from a lesser man. Usually his size, his dark, looming stature is enough to ward off any potential suitors towards you, chasing them away like an abraxas curse. They see his eyes, the way he clings to shadows and lures you there- keeping you safe.
Konig, however, seems to not see that silent rune, or has decided to foolishly ignore it. He hovers at your side, hip nearly bumping yours, one massive hand planted on his other side as he leans over the map, lit by the dusty Uzbekistan sun. He dwarfs you in comparison, and Ghost can't help the prickle of awareness that comes with the advantage the Austrian has in height, pure, rippling mass.
"AQ forces will be rendezvousing here for the pick-up." You declare, pointer finger stopping on part of the route below you. "There's not much cover for us aside from the poppy field nearby, we may need to..."
Granted, Ghost isn't paying much attention to you either. Not with the way he's so damn distracted by the hulking soldier beside you, the way he's not looking at the map at all. Konig's eyes linger on your face from under his hood, and at this angle Ghost can see the way they flicker over your scrunched brow, your twinkled, focused gaze.
It's almost adorable, the way you're so oblivious. You seem not to notice the men around you, not with the way Konig clings to your side like an affectionate, stray tomcat. Nor do you notice Ghost's eyes as he leans on a wall within the shadows of the rubbled building, gaze menacing like the sharp glint of a blade.
"What about here?" Konig asks, and his other hand follows yours, stopping to point out a ridge that is perfectly unsuitable for the purposes of this extraction. His voice slurs low over the vowels with his accent, and you seem to be so distracted by his query you fail to notice the way his hand secures on your shoulder as if to maintain his balance at your side.
No, instead you shake your head at his question, humming a low, displeased note in your throat, ignorant to the Austrian's hand across your opposite shoulder, placed firmly against your form.
"No, we could make it happen if we had an additional sniper, but considering it's just the three of us-" You pause, sucking your lower lip between your teeth, fingers tapping the aged wooden table you're braced on. "Then again, I could do it, set up a spot and provide suppressing fire while you two-"
"We aren't leaving you behind, Maus." Konig rumbles, and his voice is deeper now, spoken in a tone just for you.
You blink, turn then, and seem to at last notice just how close he is, staring up into his gentled eyes hidden underneath the mask.
That's it.
"A word, sergeant." Ghost growls, and your eyes dart to him, wide and caught off-guard. There's a flicker of awareness there, one summoned by the recognition of his tone- dark, low like thunder. A warning.
"Konig." You say slowly, eyes not leaving Ghost, as if tracing a wolf in the woods. "A moment, please?"
"Of course, Frauliene."
At last, he steps away from you, practically having to peel himself away from your side. When he strides towards the entrance, broken glass shatters under his massive feet. He pauses there, casting a lingering glance to you, then to Ghost- only to see the poisoned, dripping stare levied at him.
Strangely, he holds it for a moment, refusing to look away. Yet just as ire simmers higher in Simon's blood he turns, vanishes beyond the boundary of the doorway.
It's only then that you turn to Ghost.
"Care to explain what that was ab-oof!"
It takes Ghost two short strides to close the distance between you, reaching out a single, black gloved hand to drag you forward, into his front. It's a gesture he normally wouldn't indulge in, this blatantly outward display of his affections. Yet the prickle of something that feels shamefully like envy itches under his skin, chafes at his bones until there's a rawness there, an itch to have you closer.
"Simo-" You try, face muffled into his vest.
"He can't have you." Ghost murmurs darkly, a thumb digging into the soft part of your skull at your nape. You whine on instinct, the sensation grounding, possessive in a way that leaves you reeling. For a moment your hands flutter at your sides before lifting, gripping at his sleeves rolled at his elbows. Ghost only drags you closer, tilting his head downward into your hair, where he grows a promising affirmation, his words the boundary of that abraxas that keeps you to him.
"You are mine."
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