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mishacakes · 9 months
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what’s up gamers we’re being sappy tonight bro
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asmoslverboy · 4 months
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To love the devil; Dottore x GN!Reader.
He is who he has always been. Despite the centuries he's had to accept and embrace his darkness, though he claims otherwise, he can't help but try to hide away from you. Neither one of you's a saint, but through his eyes, you're an angel. CW! Angst, immortal × immortal, Dottore is referred to as "Zandik", self sabotage on Dottore's part♡, dottore being emotional (ooc tbh, im self projecting on him)??
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Dottore has many sides to him that he'd rather hide off from you. For someone so egotistical, so full of pride, you'd never expect him to be ashamed of who he is, who he has become. And he's not— shame, embarrassment— those aren't emotions that he's familiar with.
But fear, now that's a whole other conversation. It's not like you don't know what he's done, the things he's guilty of, his list of crimes, and of unethical desires he's tried to fulfill. It's not like you haven't personally seen him drown in sin over the 400 years of knowing him.
"Zandik, did I upset you?" You ask him as you're sitting on top of his desk while he's in his chair, looking up at your figure. He's been quite distant lately, more than usual. You could easily assume that he was having one of his isolative episodes, but he doesn't seem to be avoiding anyone other than you.
"Hm?" That's all you get from him, accompanied by a raise of his right brow, but his focus soon goes back to his notes, going over them, rambling about how he needs his next project to be the embodiment of perfection. Creating an aranara, was it? Some things, it seems, never change. He was so obsessed with the idea of capturing one of those little creatures of nature, back when the two of you were still students.
The next few hours pass by in the same cycle of events. You try talking to him, he shrugs it off and continues digging his head deep into his research files.
Do not expect any more of him for the next days, weeks even. It's like your existence no longer matters to him. All you see is the man that you've been with throughout basically your whole entire lives, acting as if you were a mere accomplice. He has repeated this type of scheme in the past, more than once, but it never lasted as long as it did this time.
Each of your attempts of getting a simple response out of him, one that requires actual words instead of some grunt or hum, has gone to waste.
You're unsure of what to do. Should you be more worried for him or for yourself? Is this the time it all ends between the two of you? Should you really just give up on him at this point?
"Zandik," you called out, but not to him, nor to anyone else. Sitting by a lake, all by yourself, no one to your company, other than the thousand microorganisms that lived and thrived in the waters. "I wish you would just speak to me."
It's not like you lack friends to confide in. But would anyone be as understanding towards him— the one who was labeled a monster, by all who've known him and by himself first and foremost— after you tell them about his present behaviors?
You laid your head on the cold, wet grass. Surrounded by nature, the collective of existence. You could never be alone in this world, not as long as you believe that everything around you is as alive as you are.
But are you truly alive? If, in the past, your definition of the word was to express yourself in every way, to feel and to be felt, would you consider yourself alive at this very moment?
Another day has come— it seems you had fallen asleep on the ground. You awoke, a couple ducks quaking as they poke you with their beaks. They didn't mean to hurt you, though. And if you think about it, your beloved is much like these ducks. He does what he thinks would best help you. Even if it has opposing effects.
"You shouldn't stay," he told you, his tone felt like it could cut through metal. You were back at his office again, figuring you could at least help him out at work, if unable to help his inner world. He was taking off his gloves as he was done inspecting some ancient Khaenri'ahn technology items. "Do you want me to—"
"I've given you every reason to leave. Yet you still cling to me like a bloodthirsty eel." He cut you off. He has never spoken to you like this (not whilst he was sober, nor whilst he was in his right mind). He was calm, but he spoke as if you were an object to be dismissed.
"Do you not love me anymore?" You wanted to ask him so, so desperately. But the potential answers to that question shook you to your very core. So you dared not speak.
Such conflict within you. Shall you leave him be? Shall you listen to his words instead of pursuing him any further? You're painfully aware of his nature; to push you away when he needs your presence most.
But it's been going on for far too long, has it not? If he's not allowing you to help him, then really, what else is there to do, if not fend for yourself?
"You deserve better," he wrote to you, in a letter that'll never reach your sight. "Your love should not be limited to one who can not accept, nor react to it," he wrote again. But who is he trying to fool? He knows that this piece of paper, along with all the other ones he's tried to write, will be crunched up and disposed of.
Not even once, for the sake of the person who's loved him through it all, will he allow himself to be heard.
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ivyithink · 26 days
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ker0senebunny · 5 months
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matty pics that have rewired my brain ⭐️
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fairycosmos · 11 months
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i do think there’s something to be said for how the internet offers a sense of safety and companionship to people who are otherwise marginalised and isolated and who do not have access to any sort of like-minded community in real life. obviously a lot of the criticism of the downsides of social media and the evils of the commercialisation of it is completely true but honestly it’s not easy to give up when it’s the only place you can ever be authentic without putting yourself at risk. like if i didn’t have the people in my phone as a closeted mentally ill teenager i would’ve lost my mind
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yasmeensh · 1 year
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morning doodle I still like daydreaming about the idea of modern humans and Neanderthals working side by side 😭❤
bonus little pocket bat friend. Her species is ‘lesser false vampire bat’. It’s a long name... These bats have funny leaf shaped noses.
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doritooooo · 1 year
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Ok so the fact that Katee didn't dismiss DinBo and say their relationship is platonic and even said "you never know" should have the antis VERY concerned.
Especially sense Katee probably can't disclose information for obvious reasons.
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instarsandcrimeah · 27 days
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Alrighty, I wanna do an In Stars and Time Playthrough, were every day is ACTUALLY A DAY. And like, Time how long it takes me to get to the end.
Don't worry Sif, I'll figure out how long you were in there- IN REAL TIME-
I'll do a Video about it or something, it'll be fun, I just gotta remember to hop on and play.
Rules of the Run 1) When you die, first save point you find you save at, and turn it off until the next day. 2) When you die you HAVE TO START AT THE BEGINNING. as in, you're waking up in that field everyday. 3) No jumping forward. Start at the beginning every time. 4) Aanndd Any %, this sucker is gonna take forever to do anyways, you can also Zone out if you want.
I'm gonna start this on April 1st. (Just remembered that's April fools day- I pick this day because it'll make math easier, I don't like that Holiday.)
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howdyricciardo · 9 months
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danielricciardo: thy honey badger hath returned
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I think I stumbled across some drama in the praying mantis world
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rattkachuk · 1 year
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drai.....
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falling-skyzz · 3 months
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im out of wof ideas to draw so request stuff pls. canon only no ocs
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aki-shun · 1 year
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I couldn't find any title (Eng is not my own language)
Leona x Reader
(There is no care in this post. It's just a weird fluff(?) or similar so if you're reading this I'm not responsible. Whether you read it or not is up to you. I'm not pointing a gun at you and forcing you to read. So again I am not responsible.A strange thought that came to my mind as I was trying to get home on the crowded subway. And I don't regret it.)
Oh and Leona and reader is married. Probably.. I don't know...
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In the garden of the residence, you sit in an area made of cushions in the shade of various plants. He took you in his lap, his left hand gripped your waist, his tail wrapped around your dangling legs. Next to the area where you are sitting, there is a table with sweets and cool drinks (or something that looks like a tray). Desserts are covered with a kind of sauce and cream (This is an important detail). You both fed each other.
Some of the sauce smeared around your mouth. Instead of saying anything, Leona leaned towards you and licked the sauce-stained part. He was startled and you tried to back away, but before you could move he grabbed your chin and stopped you from moving, fixing your head. When he was done, he licked his lips, looking into your eyes.
After you had recovered a bit, you took a piece of the dessert and holding his chin with one hand and fixing him, pressed the dessert to the corners of his mouth. Then you started to lick the sauce you put on. He had a genuinely surprised expression on his face. (Not the pikachu face. The Leona Face;) When you're done, you look at him and lick your lips, but soon your face turns red with embarrassment, but you still look at him, even if it's hard not to spoil the situation. He couldn't stand it any longer and laughed at the slacker and you simply hit him on the head. Then you couldn't stand it and buried your face in the crook of his neck.
Herbivore, you don't just surprise me, you make me fall in love all over again and again~
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Yes it's done. That's all for the subway. Fortunately, the people next to me don't speak English. So I hope so. Do you think I should take a break from other articles and draw a sketch of it, or should I not bother at all?
Or should I write something short like this for another character? I won't bother voting for this, ask if you want. If you don't want it, there's nothing I can do.
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behoright · 1 year
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I…..have no words. Just enjoy.
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calkale · 4 months
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guys hear me out, slimav inviting hangman over for a night of fun 👀
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acewithobsessions · 3 months
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Ok look the "only one bed" trope is great and all but how do they even get in that situation? I've tried writing it before but it never works because the characters would just, like, sleep on the couch. Idk it just feels so forced.
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