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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 8 months
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CARRION STALKER
by Christopher Burdett
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teabree-shark · 1 year
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Peter Robson - The Devil's Own - Ace - 1969
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manhunter4art · 1 year
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Click for Cowboy Violence (Warning: Violent)
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juice-boxy · 1 year
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One of my irls found my cringe ass tumblr I feel exposed and violated
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sherrydotjpeg · 10 months
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there's something in the mist...
I made this like,,, 2 years ago now for a Ravenloft campaign
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forgottenbones · 1 year
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mercless · 1 year
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"The Blades Shadow? Laughable."
Talon was, unsettlingly, afraid. They sat surrounded by darkness, the puttering flame of their lantern the only source of light in their temporary little nook, littered with scratched notes and unorganised parchment. And they were utterly afraid of what was lurking in the unseen darkness. The assassin glared accusingly at the little light, their mind racing with questions on what they would do if it went out. They were already so tense, there was barely a reaction to the disembodied voice.
Turning around to face the dark exit, out into the larger tunnel, a blade was already prepared. Talon hoped their fluttering heart did not give away their doubt over the effectiveness of their metal. "Hilarious." Even funnier when the origins of the title were known. Hesitating for only a moment as they contemplate the loss of leaving these notes behind, the lantern is grabbed in their other hand and Talon swiftly makes for the exit. Adrenaline kept them focused, and ready to strike out at the first sign that the voice had a source.
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paramouradrift · 1 year
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Difficulty breathing
@febuwhump
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender, Pairing: Zukka Modern AU in which Zuko is the captain of the fencing team.
This fic is also up on AO3, and you can scry for it here. I managed to stay within 2^12 characters this time!
Zuko and Sokka were cuddling in Zuko’s bed. Zuko was sitting up and reading a book while absently stroking Sokka’s hair. Sokka had his arms wrapped around Zuko’s waist, his head tucked into Zuko’s side, and his leg thrown over top of Zuko’s legs under the blanket. Everything was warm, quiet, and pleasant. Zuko shifted his weight, and then Sokka heard the tiniest of poots. Half a second later, a smell rolled up from beneath the blanket. A sickening, fetid smell, rank in character and heady in density. It defied goodness and decency, filling the nose with the stench of death and decay. Sokka’s eyes flew open, his face screwed up in disgust as he immediately identified the noxious odor and its abominable source. He sat up and gagged, covering his nose to block out the smell, but throwing off the blankets did nothing but to expose the room to the full brunt of the rapidly-spreading miasma. “Zuko!” Sokka choked out. “What the hell!” “Excuse me,” Zuko said, smirking. “Blech! Warn a guy next time!” Sokka scrambled out of bed and ran for the window. The proximate salvation of fresh, clean, outdoor air was all that could save him. “Like you warned me after you ate six bean burritos on Taco Tuesday last week?” Zuko’s reply dripped with venom, his widening smile a further torment as Sokka tripped over the blanket, his feet entangled. He writhed on the floor, ensnared in the foul vapors. Zuko grabbed the blanket back, freeing him. He rushed to the window and threw it open, taking a gasp of air. It was crisp and clean, and relieved his senses. “Ugh, did you have ice cream with dinner or something?” Sokka asked, turning in time to see Zuko sneaking up on him. “What are you…? No! Zuko!” Zuko wrapped him up in the blanket and dragged him back to bed. Sokka could not escape as his head was forced under the covers, whereupon he heard a second, louder poot. His agonized screams brought a wicked grin to Zuko’s face. Later, Sokka sat on the floor, arms crossed. Zuko remained in bed, the picture of serenity. “You can stop pouting anytime,” he said, turning the page. “Nuh-uh,” Sokka said. The memory of his imprisonment was too fresh. “I need a shower and a neti pot.” “It’s just gas, Sokka,” Zuko said. “You’ve farted on me plenty of times, and I haven’t complained.” “I never held you down and made you sniff it!” Sokka cried, pointing an accusatory finger at Zuko, who merely rolled his eyes. “You’ll be more comfortable up here,” he said, throwing back the blanket invitingly. Sokka glared at him, then at the bed, and crawled up under the covers. He kept his back to Zuko to show him he was still upset, but allowed Zuko to put the blanket back over him and smooth out his hair. Zuko leaned over and planted a kiss on his temple, which brought out an involuntary smile. He snuggled closer to Zuko, willing perhaps to let bygones be bygones if it meant he could enjoy this time with his…well, they still weren’t using the b-word, but maybe someday soon. When they were less busy with the club and tests and could properly have that date. Then Zuko raised his hips, and let out a third, slightly wet-sounding poot.
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pixiatn · 1 year
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Another Duke & Danny prompt curtsey of me😚 yw💖
Basically Duke and Danny already know each other and started dating before Duke officially got taken in by Bruce and became a part of the Batfam. The Batfam is vaguely aware that Duke is seeing someone but whenever it's brought up it's shut down with a "he's very shy" or a "he doesn't live in Gotham" all they know is his name is Danny.
Flash forward a couple of weeks/months half the Batfam's captured by cultist trying to summon the ghost king, they succeed but the Eldritch being they called upon just appears disinterested and bored asf. The cult leader starts to panic abit and presents one of their many sacrifices to him, unfortunately for them it was Duke that was presented to him and the monster goes ballistic. By the time the rest of the Batfam gets there, the cultist have already been taken care of (whether they passed out from shock or ran away) and the monster turns it attention back to Duke not paying any mind to the other bats
The Bats can only watch in fear as a being of unimaginable horror picks up the second youngest member of the team and smiles at him with a grin far too wide and sharp for pure intentions. Their fears grow as the monster brings their teammate up to it's face and-
"S̸̯͇͝t̸̢͌a̸͇͑r̶̜͋̊l̴̖͔̀̋i̶̛̮̚g̵̥̺̃͗h̵̯̒ͅt̵͈̝̚!"
Pulls Duke into an impromptu face hug? Ok weird. Even weirder when Duke starts softly laughing and when pulled away from the creature, the Batfam can see he has a fond smile on his face
"Hi Danny"
-Record Scratch-
Hold the fucking phone-
DANNY? As in DUKES MYSTERIOUS BOYFRIEND DANNY?!
Jaws are dropped, tears are shed, minds are fucking blown over the fact that, Duke Thomas, 2nd youngest member of the Batfam, is dating a fucking Eldritch God
Basically:
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dovewingkinnie · 6 months
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full of whimsy and The Horrors my oc named doug. get it. cause hes a dog. i promise im creative ITS ALL I HAVE based on those drawigns i see going around alot
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animatedtext · 2 years
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prinzessinscloset · 2 months
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"I watch ahs for the plot"
The plot:
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Vincent Price and Peter Lorre
Tales of Terror; The Black Cat (1962) dir. Roger Corman
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...cinematic...parallels?
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dollsome-does-tumblr · 7 months
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Maybe the poison drips through. (2.07 / 4.07)
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