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mudefrau · 3 months
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I PUT A BEAUTY MARK ON THE PLACE WHRE THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST IN THE MOVIE HAS A WART ADN SHE LOOKS SO CUTE. I'M LEAVING IT
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clearlyaginger · 29 days
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Demisexual? No, you misheard. I said Dummysexual. I'm attracted to that moron over there. Look at them. They just tripped over nothing and set the house on fire. I'm in love.
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vronism · 8 months
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What do you wish for?
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bloodfreak-boyking · 3 months
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he's such a bitch i love him so much
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chaiichait · 3 months
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Jude in TCP was something else. Imagine poisoning yourself on the daily, still doing physically challenging missions while balancing the mental load of being bullied and harboring a secret life, sleep depriving yourself and STILL attending daily family dinners and classes.
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7lizardsinacoat · 5 months
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"Don't kill me. I'm not a nerdy prude. I'm not a loser!" "Of course not, Richie. But you have lost. Everything."
A digital painting of Richie Lipschitz from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Welcome to the emotional devastation station that is my son.
Don't ask me how many times I fully repainted this. Details under the cut! (Also tumblr hates quality so click the image for better quality)
Shout out to @to-our-own-fairytale for letting me bounch ideas off of them and both them and @roanawayspoons chatting with me about npmd
also @roanawayspoons got jokingly mad at me for painting a bunch of details into the shirt and then covering them up so here they are
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wickcipher · 4 months
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E, uh the jones and 60
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GOD this whole time I thought this song was called “Technopathic”
[Masterpost]
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darlingod · 7 months
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Ok but Jude and Cardan were neighbors most of their lives lol are you JOKING??? ARE YOU JOKING????????
WHAT
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whaliiwatching · 7 months
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a rendezvous beyond
and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol
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upongoblinhill · 6 months
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓
The patchwork conscience of Oz
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unreliablesnake · 1 year
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Territorial (Vincent de Gramont x reader)
Summary: You meet your old high school crush and can't help but tell Vincent about it. But he's certainly not happy to hear this story.
Note: Takes place after my other Vincent fics, but you don't need to read them. / I wrote it in like an hour with breaks and it shows. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.
Warnings: smut (fingering) so MINORS DNI!!!
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“Imagine my surprise when I found out it was him! He changed so much throughout the years. He was never the type to wear suits.”
You were laughing, excited that someone from your years in high school showed up in your life again. It was a nice surprise; you used to be on good terms with him, maybe even had a crush that stayed with you in the back of your mind. And now you were working in the same office building, so the two of you were already making plans to have lunch together in the following days.
“He’s been working there for almost as long as I do. How is it that we haven’t met yet? What are the chances?” you asked your boyfriend before taking another bite of your dinner.
But Vincent remained silent, his jaw tightening as you kept talking about your old friend. It took you some minutes to finally realize he didn’t want to hear about any of this. You shut your mouth the moment it dawned on you, and bit on your lower lip as you looked down at your plate guiltily, as if you had done something wrong.
“Are you done?” he asked with a frown, and after a few moments of thinking, you nodded. “I haven’t seen you this excited about a friend before, love. Or was he more than just a friend? Do I have a reason to worry?”
You gulped loudly upon hearing his question. He could see right through you as always, he knew about your crush without you saying anything about it. Too bad that to him it didn’t matter if you still had any feelings for that guy or not. You once had and that was enough for him to get mad at you.
Because he was mad, you knew that. It wasn’t jealousy, it was pure anger that he felt times like this. Every time a guy looked at you the wrong way, every time you dared to be nice to another man, Vincent got angry and took it out on you.
Of course, he would never hit you. Sure, he would spank you, maybe even choke you a little, but all of this would happen in the safety of your bedroom. He would never seriously think about hurting you, he loved you too much for that.
Or so you thought.
Now there was a glint in his green eyes, something you had never seen before. It was pure rage, fueled by your story about this old flame. “He’s just a friend, I promise,” you tried weakly, but despite being sure you loved only him, your thin voice made even you question if it was true.
He suddenly put down his fork and knife, took a sip of his wine–his eyes never leaving yours–then stood up and extended his hand to help you up. With your legs already shaking, you took his hand and stood up as well. For the first time in a while, you had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Was it really that bad that you were so excited about meeting an old friend?
His fingers wrapped around yours tightly enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out loud. You followed him across the rooms obediently, not asking him what he was planning to do now.
Once you stepped inside the bedroom, he slammed in the door and pulled you into a hungry, demanding kiss. You tried to push him away a little to breathe, but he only put his hand on the base of your skull and pulled you even closer. This was a first; he had never been this aggressive before, but now he seemed desperate to show you who you belonged to.
His hands were quick to remove your clothes when he finally let you breathe, fingers exploring every single curve of your body as if he had never seen you naked before. Then they moved between your legs, expert fingers slipping between your folds which drew a pathetic moan out of you, making you weak in the knees.
“Who do you belong to, hm?” he asked you before kissing you again. “Tell me, love, do you remember where you belong?”
“I belong to you,” you replied weakly as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot, and it was hard to keep yourself together by now. “I’m so sorry,” you added.
While his fingers were pumping at a steady pace, chasing you towards your first high, Vincent looked you in the eye and tilted his head to the side a little. “Good girl. Never forget this,” he warned you darkly.
Your first orgasm made you collapse into his arms, but he didn't seem to mind, it only made him more determined to overstimulate you. By now you knew what this was all about. He wanted to mark his territory, showing you how good he was for you, how perfectly you fit together.
Jealous Vincent wasn't new. He was rough and focused on his own needs, using you as a simple fleshlight. But territorial Vincent was someone you hadn't met before. He wasn't controlled by his anger; he was driven by something else, as if he was desperately trying to prove to you that he was the only one who had a place in your heart.
It wasn't unusual for him to focus on your needs, but this was different. You couldn't quite put a finger on what the difference was, but you could feel it in your bones that something wasn't the same.
He kept calling you a good girl, telling you how badly he needed you, how you belonged to him, and how the two of you were brought together by fate. He was almost too sentimental, something he barely was with you. If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed he was worried about losing you.
“What's wrong?” you asked when you were lying in bed with you resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.
But he remained silent, the only reaction was the way his grip on your hip tightened. Just when you were about to give up, he suddenly spoke up. “I want you to keep your distance with him. Lunches on weekdays are okay, but I don't want you to meet outside of that building. Can you promise me that?”
You thought about it, but it was a fair request. So you nodded, agreeing while also hoping for a change of his heart in the future. If that was enough to make him feel better, you were willing to do it for now. After all, you didn't want to ruin your engagement so soon.
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mudefrau · 3 months
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shiz era ness
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iknowitwontwork · 7 months
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head empty no thoughts just
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rakkuntoast · 1 month
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first one to fly off the nest
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muckyschmuck · 1 month
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google how to cook your wife?, i mean, how to cook with your wife? not like that wait I MEAN,
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goodwitchycaro · 2 months
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the fact that Glinda couldn't sleep well the night Elphaba died, even though she didn't know she was dead, that she light up a candle for reasons she couldn't articulate.
they were soulmates. you cannot convince me otherwise
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