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unsatisfiedghostt · 2 months
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midnight-vixn · 1 year
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Your favorite demon gets hard just from thinking about you and not just sexually. All they have to do is think about your face, your smile or your laugh and they’re turned on, the power you hold over them is incredible.
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providnce · 10 months
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do you accept van’s offer?
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+ bondy
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itsokbbygrl · 2 years
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sableeira · 8 months
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“Allow me to introduce you to the original you.”
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puppyeared · 11 months
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(SEASON 4 SPOILERS)
Here is the current wip for Dear Wormwood!!
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oplishin · 15 days
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"hit me. if that's what's gonna make you feel better, hit me. hit me as many times as you need to to get this out of your system- do it right, and do it right now. hit me, dammit."
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Monday Night Raw, July 17, 2017 | I Don’t Smoke, Mitski | Royal Rumble, 2022 | The Drowning Faith, RF Kuang | Wrestlemania 40 | Soft Sounds From Another Planet, Japanese Breakfast | Monday Night Raw, June 2, 2014
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bowandbrush · 23 days
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I walked into Goodwill.
walked out with a pair of genuine Sai
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raoulgoldenlake · 7 days
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can’t get spoiled for any of the Locked Tomb books because I have no idea what’s going on at any time, so every reveal comes as a surprise no matter how much I know about it
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ao3screenshotss · 4 months
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(notes at the start and end of the same chapter of the same fic)
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todderwodders · 7 months
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I think it’s interesting that you get to see all three chosen’s living spaces and like for all their bravado they live empty, pathetic lives and the game goes out of it’s way to instill the idea that they’re all desperate to please their gods in ways that are dark mirrors, or at least narratively parallel to our companions. We are a hair away from being our dark other, brother
Except for karlach.
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bad-science · 2 months
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Everyone loves dark academia and cottagecore and themes of death and decay and being weird and mysterious until I have stray bones in my house and teeth on my shelf. Then I’m too weird for the weirdos. Too spooky for the so-called goths. You bitches can’t handle my bonus teeth
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Holy shit Luci wrote something for the first time in *checks history* JANUARY FIRST JESUS CHRIST-
um anywayssss. Have some Signora content because we stan a girlboss in this household-
TW: Signora is dead, technically SAGAU, Reader is implied to be a deity/supernatural entity, character death, flower symbolism, platonic relationship between characters
Flowers & Fated Reunions
The woman knew she had died. That much she was certain of. In a way, she supposes it wasn’t too painful of an end. It was certainly less painful than many of the deaths she had been responsible for carrying out through her life. The electro energy had killed her before the sting of the blade could reach her. But if she was dead, then where was she? The place she found herself in seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. What might have been a sky was nothing more than a featureless white void, contrasting boldly with the scenery that surrounded her. For as far as she could see there were beautiful purple flowers blooming and swaying in an unseen breeze. They were gorgeous, but unfamiliar. She had amassed no small amount of knowledge over her long lifetime, and yet she could not begin to recognize this strange flowers.
“Lovely aren’t they?”
She whirled around, her eyes locking onto the form of the one who’d spoken, the guarded light in her eyes fading slightly as she recognized them. A million questions filled her head, and yet the words that escaped her lips were not one of them. “What are they?”
The familiar (e/c) eyes broke away from the field of flowers and met Rosalyne’s, filled with a warmth she had not felt in a very long time. “They are purple hyacinths. They are considered a symbol of a love ill-fated…” The creator’s eyes returned to the vast landscape of violet petals once again. After a brief moment of silence, they spoke once again, softer this time. “Such a flower seems to represent your story all too well, doesn’t it?”
Before Rosalyne could answer they knelt down and cupped one of the many blooms in their hand, a bitter smile on their face. “…I’ve never really liked them. To love so deeply, only to lose it… Isn’t it just too cruel? Perhaps some believe it better to have loved and lost it than to have never loved at all. But I have never been able to share such sentiments.”
The flower seemed to start to wither in the hold of the creator, as if it knew it was unwanted, the countless other plants that grew around them beginning to do the same. In mere moments the endless field was nothing more than a barren stretch of earth, the purple flowers having left no trace of themselves behind. The creator stood and turned to the woman, eyes full of light and a small smile on their lips.
“Perhaps they ‘La Signora’ yes, but you are more than that alone. You never overcame the loss of your loved one, but neither did you ever give up on that love. Not once did your affections falter, not once did you hesitate to follow through with that which you believed would return him to you. You loved, you lost, and thought it is a part of you; you are far more than that alone; you are Rosalyne.”
The creator knelt down once more, motioning for the other woman to do so as well. They reached out and laid their hand upon the soil, a faint warmth filling the area before, quite suddenly, sprouts began to emerge from the empty earth. Sprouts quickly became stems, growing taller as buds began to form. Before long the new buds bloomed, small rounded flowers hanging down from the stem which bent to the side under their weight. The petals were a soft white, and although she was not sure why, a sense of longing that she had carried for so long she’d forgotten it was even there lifted from her heart. Hesitantly she reached out and brushed her fingertips against the blossoms, the softness of the petals calming the racing questions that filled her mind. These flowers were also unfamiliar to her, yet they brought a sense of peace to her that she could not help but relish in.
“…They are known as the Lily of the Valley. While purple hyacinths might represent La Signora, they are not destined for you Rosalyne. The Lily of the Valley stands for a returning happiness, the reunion of love that was once lost. They stand for the next chapter in your story.”
The flowers began to sway more fervently as the once gentle breeze grew stronger, the sound of the creator’s gentle laughter dancing within the wild winds.
“You’ve kept him waiting long enough, don’t you think? The two of you belong together after all, so there’s little point in lingering here.”
Rosalyne felt the field begin to grow distant, as though she were seeing it through a foggy mirror. The creator embraced her as the surroundings steadily faded away.
“It’s okay Rosalyne. You can take off your mask now. It’s okay.”
The rest of the world faded away into a soft white light, before she felt herself drift off into a dreamlike sleep.
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(E/c) eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, a yawn escaping from their form as the sat up. A bittersweet smile formed on their lips as they caught sight of a familiar white flower in the corner of their eye. Turning towards it they sighed softly. They hadn’t been able to save Rosalyne, but at least they had done what they could to help her find peace.
A/N: It’s ya gurl Luci back writing apparently! Is this an official return to writing fanfiction, or is it a one time thing? Hell if I know! I guess only the future will tell. Regardless, we stan Rosalyne reuniting with her bby in this blog! @dunno-why-im-here-either yuyu i wrote a thingy again how much worse did my writing get after my hiatus I need to know plz-
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nightshiftshenanigans · 9 months
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Hey y’all!!! Long time no see!! Apologies for the delay in this chapter, I’ve been prioritizing Patrol Partners (which y’all should be so fricken excited for because I sure as hell am).
Please be aware of the updated tags and warnings before starting this chapter!! Enjoy!!! :D <3<3<3
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killa-trav · 1 year
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bro for real went off the grid
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mewiedragon · 2 months
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DAY TWO OF THIS SILLY SERIES WHERE I DRAW TWOMP BACKGROUND CHARACTERS!!!
Here is the heart shop guy @worm-brainzz :]]]
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From: Valentine’s Day with Mr Plant (First and last appearance)
Status: Dead, his decapitated head is hanging on Argos’ wall (AT LEAST IT WAS ROMANTIC-)
<- day 1 || next day ->
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