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glittery-ishfish · 1 year
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Germany attempting to use chopsticks
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ricochetoconnell · 1 year
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I posted 567 times in 2022
That's 70 more posts than 2021!
67 posts created (12%)
500 posts reblogged (88%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@tinydooms
@disasterlibrarian
@merfilly
@hxans
@belphegor1982
I tagged 479 of my posts in 2022
Only 16% of my posts had no tags
#the mummy - 101 posts
#evelyn carnahan - 65 posts
#art - 53 posts
#the mummy returns - 44 posts
#rick o'connell - 44 posts
#writing - 38 posts
#rick/evy - 31 posts
#ardeth bay - 29 posts
#jonathan carnahan - 27 posts
#history - 25 posts
Longest Tag: 113 characters
#but it honestly cheapens the whole thing when people keep trying to shove the characters into very specific boxes
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Thinking a lot lately about how unhinged Evy’s death made Rick. I mean, we all remember the Murder Walk...
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But I wanna talk about that FUCKING SMIRK.
Because it’s the first time that man ever, ever, ever looks like he ENJOYS someone else's suffering. Until Evy’s death, Rick either tried to help everyone, or looked grim about their misfortune.
I mean, the death of the guy who literally imprisoned him and had him hanged:
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RICK x EVY // Honey
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My #1 post of 2022
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abd-illustrates · 5 months
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☔ Lixin ☔
More art from this week's video! In which I made a more Genshin Impact OC’s! Second to last – (but certainly not least) – is this sword-wielding meteorologist from Liyue with an electro vision and a 100% chance of running into thunderstorms! ☔
[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS]   ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️
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leopardmuffinxo · 7 months
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If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.
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wearecrowley · 7 months
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Crowley's hands 2 of ? (part 1)
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beryllheliodora · 5 months
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Oh hey, that game on my wishlist is out and there are reviews already! I wonder what- what the fuck
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robotsandramblings · 30 days
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softiedingo · 7 months
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I have so many dirty thoughts about this man wearing a leather jacket
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duramaters · 2 years
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All Mine // B.H.
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Synopsis: Your friendship with Billy is forever changed when you see him playing basketball with Steve Harrington.
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Your friendship with Billy Hargrove had developed slowly but surely. Initially you were totally put off by his obnoxious bad boy attitude but after finding him smoking in the school parking lot one afternoon when you should have both been in lessons, you had started to realise that not only was Billy a total charmer, he also had the potential to be a genuinely decent human being. It was a shame that he hid that side of himself from the rest of the world but you felt lucky to catch glimpses of his secret self. It became a regular thing that you would slip out of lessons to meet Billy at his Camaro to share a cigarette under the haze of the Indiana sun and it wasn’t long before you found yourself growing inexplicably fond of the curly haired rogue.
You slipped into the gymnasium and settled yourself on the highest seat on the bleachers, content to watch the boys at their basketball practice while you waited for Billy so you could go for a smoke. They were already well into a game by the time you had taken your seat and your eyes bugged when you realised it was a shirts vs skins game. And Billy was not on the side of the shirts.  He was all over poor Steve Harrington and you had to avert your gaze to the ceiling to avoid starting at Billy’s very short shorts. You’d rarely seen the man in anything other than his double denim and seeing him completely shirtless and sweaty was resulting in all sorts of new sensations. The coach called for a water break and Billy bounded up the bleachers, sitting heavily beside you in all his sweat soaked glory, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Your gaze was fixed at a point on the basketball court because you knew that if you turned to face Billy you’d be hypnotised by his dark eyelashes and plump lips and who knew what you’d say.
“What’s got you all googly eyed, princess?” Billy leaned into your shoulder, perhaps attempting to see the court from your perspective but enveloping you in a cloud of his scent as his movement stirred the air. Unfortunately Steve Harrington was right in your line of sight as Billy’s hair brushed across your cheek. “Oh ho ho, Harrington? Really!?” He sneered at you and you kept your mouth shut, trying to ignore the burning blush forcing its way up your neck and onto your cheeks. You could feel Billy staring at you, trying to work out what it was about Steve that had you all flustered. The seconds felt like hours with his beautiful eyes boring into your pink tinged skin until all of a sudden he jerked your face towards him with a solid grip on your chin.
“Tell me.” There was a fire in his voice that almost sounded like anger, but you knew Billy well enough to know that he wasn’t angry at you. It was probably just disgust at the thought that you were attracted to Steve Harrington of all people. You shook your head limply in his grip, casting your eyes downwards and trying to avoid staring at the white blonde hairs sprouting from his heavenly sun-kissed thighs.
“No, Billy, it’s not Harrington.” You muttered lowly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask you to repeat yourself. You feared that if you looked him in the eyes he’d see straight through you, but you did it anyway because you needed to remove his thighs from your field of vision, they were too damn distracting. As you looked up at him you could pinpoint the exact moment he realised that your wide eyed stare and fierce blush were because of him. Shit. A wolfish grin lit up his features and he slid even closer to you on the bench.
“It’s me? Oh babe.” You thought he was going to eat you alive the way his eyes were alight with mirth and hunger. “Meet me at the car in ten.” He smirked at you, shooting an audacious wink in your direction before re-joining his teammates. Your heart was stuttering so violently in your chest you thought you were about to pass out and you could still feel his lingering heat where his fingers had gripped your chin.
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Ten minutes had passed and just as you were beginning to lose your nerve, Billy emerged from the gymnasium doors and sauntered his way across the parking lot. You knew his slow strut was for your benefit alone and you felt the hot blush, that had only just died down, already recolouring your cheeks. At least he had shown your poor weakened heart enough consideration to put on a shirt. You didn’t know if you could handle seeing anymore of his golden skin right now. He nodded his head towards the Camaro, blond curls swaying across his shoulders, and you opened the passenger door wordlessly, hoping that the slight trembling of your legs wasn’t too obvious. Billy ducked into the drivers seat with a greedy smirk spreading across his lips. You stared down at your legs, twisting your hands together in your lap. You had never been nervous with Billy before, how had seeing him shirtless had such a massive effect on you? It was because he knew about the effect he had on you, you reasoned. It gave him power, and it was that that made you nervous. Billy’s thumb skimmed your cheek before falling down to grasp your chin, lightly tugging your face towards him in a much gentler move than the one he had performed on the bleachers. You watched his tongue dart out of his godly mouth and moisten his lips and you felt yourself inching towards his body like he was a magnet and you would burn if you didn’t touch him.
“You’re mine.” He whispered as his lips met yours in a devastatingly delicious kiss. You felt his lips pull up into a smug grin as you whimpered into his mouth. “All mine.”
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therealnightcity · 1 day
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"Good boy."
(shots by @wraithsoutlaws💕💕❤️)
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punkitt-is-here · 4 months
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HELLO MA’AM LOVING THE BELLY PEEK!! 👀👀👀✨😳
LMAO hell yeah
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ghouljams · 10 months
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Hmmm this has been rattling in my head for a little bit. Irl I’m very particular about who can call me what version of my name or nick name, so could we maybe get some feral Ghost and/or König who lose their shit when some other person refers to their darling as Love or Liebling? Cause essentially I feel like both of them have used those new names so much that they’re pretty much ingrained into their Darlings and have the potential for magic even by non magical folk? Akin to True Name vibes? I’m not sure. Here’s my idea, go wild!!
OOOOH I have been wanting to talk about their nicknames for a while, yes yes yes. I will do some fic(one for both Darling's names) and some authors notes under a read more because I have MANY thoughts.
You don't think you've ever seen König this mad. He is dripping with it, seething under his hood in a way you think you could see even if he wasn't holding a man by his neck.
König's fingers dig into the expose brick of the shop, fastening the man where he's held, threatening to give his neck the same treatment. Everything about him is unnaturally angled and sharp, positively vibrating malice. You've never been scared of him before --not properly at least-- but you're starting to think maybe you should be. The fae man he's caught certainly looks scared.
"Das ist nichts für dich, du sprichst diesen Namen nicht," You don't think König is speaking to him, he's talking to the shop. He says it loud enough for the rest of the patrons, magical and otherwise, to hear. It's strange, you don't recognize his voice. You know it's König, you can see him, but his voice is commanding, speaking word to law in a way that seems to write it in the very air you're breathing.
You didn't think it was so offensive when the guy called you Liebling, König calls you that all the time. It's as close to a name as any of the fae in your store have heard for you, of course they'd use it to try and be polite. Although, now that you think about it, this is the first time one of them has tried it.
The fae pinned to your wall is starting to look more insectoid than human. Eyes bulging and fingers long and awkwardly jointed as it claws at König's grip.
"You can't kill anyone in the store," You say, because you don't know what else to say. When König's turns his furious gaze on you, you know why. He is an unstoppable force of nature, and you are an ant he's taken a liking to.
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"Did you hear me, Love?" You shudder, feeling your bones click together unpleasantly. You like the shop woman well enough, but that is really annoying.
"Find something else to call me." You tell her over your tea, unsure how to vocalize the wrongness that hearing her call you that inspires. She tips her head one way then another.
"But that's what Si-" You can feel yourself grit your teeth against the growl that wells in your throat. You cut her off quickly before your teeth start itching too badly and you end up biting someone.
"You don't get to call him that," She flinches back away from your tone, you can feel her overgrown pet staring at you. You recenter yourself, feeling the pleasant warmth of Simon's tethers as you calm your bite response. "Ghost," You tell her, "you call him Ghost."
"Names, right." She sighs, dragging a hand down her face, "We really need to write a guide or something."
"How to attract the obsession of your ideal man so he can never leave you." You agree, sipping your tea. You're thoroughly satisfied that you've avoided whatever crisis your bones were shuddering against.
"Babe, there is something deeply wrong with you."
Alright Author notes: Whew, I have so much to say on Names and the Darling's names. I will try to not be too rambly but also I doubt anyone is actually going to read this note lol
Love and Ghost's story is about change: as Ghost becomes more human for Love, she becomes more fae for him. I think Love absolutely becomes a part of her "true" name, and she becomes very protective of it. That's a name that Ghost has given her so she's protective of that aspect for sure, but it also becomes her. Also in a very meta-textual narrative sense she is Love. She's the embodiment of the actual emotion for Ghost. In the context of the story she's very much made for him, the universe's way of balancing him out as he's lost his connection to humanity. She's also sort of our portal into the fae au, if that makes sense, so she's the embodiment of love in that sense as well.
Love and Ghost are two people that sort of don't have a choice in loving each other. They're truly soulmates. Even with all the brain-be-gone and magical fuckery that Ghost puts Love through, she is very willing and very much finding her own ways to trap him. They're two deeply broken people that are making their way towards being whole together. Although I feel like I haven't done a good job of showing that just due to the nature of the moments in their relationship I've been showing.
This is also like, I don't want to say a spoiler but sort of, Ghost has not always been a Fae! I think his mother was fae, or had the blood at least, but Ghost was stolen and "created" in the fae wild from a semi-human child. I think this is the major debt Price holds on him: rescuing him from whatever held him in the fae wild long enough to create what Ghost became. This is also why Ghost has never created tethers, and why he's sort of overdoing it with Love. She's his first(and last) love.
Anyway on to Liebling and König: Liebling's nickname is König's Name for her. It is his. It's a part of him and his tether to her. Unlike Love, Liebling doesn't really recognize his pet name as her name so it doesn't have the same true name power over her. It does however have that sort of power for König. If he says that name and tugs on a tether it does the same thing as Love speaking Simon's full name. BUT this also means König is VERY protective of the name. It's like someone else calling her their wife, no, that's his wife.
It helps that this is the only name König has for her, and it does have an effect on her. I think Liebling very quickly really likes the pet names. They make her feel held, they make the tethers happy, they're her connection to König, and as much as she complains about the horrible nuisance he is she really does grow to love him so much. I actually think the first and last time that they say/learn each others true names are when they get fae married. But they don't really need them, they have names for each other and those feel more true than any other could.
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nunezs-stuff · 12 days
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OC writers after seeing people Simp for their OC
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pip-n-chips · 11 months
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The Harper pregnancy asks got my brain juices flowing so please indulge me for a hot minute.
What if PC got married down the road and it turns out that her spouse is infertile. Spouse seems blissfully unaware and PC thinks it's on her end it out so she approaches Harper for help. Who initially sees this as an opportunity to just make some more cash via pictures or videos (the way he does during his Friday visits in game) and test some new fertility drugs he's cooked up. While she's happily taking them, Harper is looking through his list of regulars to find matches who look closer to PC's spouse. Can't have the kid looking TOO different, right? And he prides himself on providing excellent service.
He starts inviting her over twice a week under the guise of treating her infertility while in reality, he's hypnotizing her and letting her get fucked by his regulars. Really, just a way to make some quick cash. He's not TOO emotionally involved in this.
But our good doctor pretty much starts salivating when PC does end up pregnant and shows up for regular check ups. He cannot stop touching her belly, maybe shows her how to knead her breasts to help with lactation later on, takes so many measurements and asks invasive questions, is just a general creep who is quickly becoming obsessed with having PC carry his kid. He's so mad at his past self, he should have been the one to knock her up, everything else be damned. He can hypnotize her still, sure, and he does so (rubbing his dick all over the curve of her belly. Making her use her growing breasts. Having her bounce on his dick later on and Harper rubs his hands all over her, he cannot get enough) but it's just not the same.
So when PC shows up again a year or two after having the first kid, looking down and miserable because her and her spouse have been trying again but it seems the treatment needs to be reapplied, Harper jumps on the opportunity. He becomes obsessed the second PC says 'We'd like to have another baby'. He acts all sympathetic and soothing and reassures her that he will look into it again, to please come back in a week. Because he wants to prepare for this properly. Meanwhile, his mind switched to the fast lane and his thoughts are racing. No way he's contacting his regulars again. This time, it'll be his child. He can potentially explain away the looks by going 'PC is an orphan, maybe the kid got their looks from PC's parents' and he is curious to see how his child's pregnancy data/stats would compare to the other one but that's when it hits him. He can give PC stronger meds. Give her additional shots. She could have twins. Maybe triplets.
Harper's hand is down his pants before he can stop himself.
He'll fuck her so well. Fill up her aching, empty womb, again and again and again. Maybe hypnotize her and make her stay after hours so he can truly indulge. Take a video of her sitting on an examination table, legs spread and gaze glassy. Harper instructing her to say things like 'I'm going to be impregnated by Doctor Harper today. I couldn't be happier' or 'Doctor, please, come inside of me.' She'd look so pretty and big and she'd have to visit him so often to make sure the pregnancy is progressing as intended. He might get to indulge himself every day. Take so many pictures. Let his hands roam, chart every inch of skin and jot down the results. Get his mouth on her breasts. He really could induce early lactation this time around, drink her creamy milk, get samples for his research.
Harper cannot fucking wait.
The next appointment PC shows up for, Harper's waiting for her with a smile and some very good news. (And maybe, just maybe, he is already planning her third pregnancy.)
holy shit, anon
Harper isn't the only one salivating anymore cuz hot damn
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the-darklings · 2 years
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56 dream/wanderer 👀 ?
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56. What do they do to turn the other on/put them in the mood?
For Dream, I imagine it's the little things. But especially when Wanderer is affectionate, more physical than he would permit himself to be, leaving him starved for more, more, more. The way he senses her heated breath on his neck, the way she sometimes speaks into the crook of his throat -- searing, wet exhales each time, laying a kiss here or skimming her lips there. Something in the way her body leans into his, solid and enticing without trying, or the way there's such quiet adoration in the way she folds his name with her tongue -- or names, since for her, he is many things, many faces, all of them she has known for a thousand years. There is a way she deliberately looks at him across the room when they have company or duties to attend to sometimes; lids heavy, lips parted, a small smile teasing over the edges of her mouth. Something hot and wanting snakes through the usually cold cavity in his chest. There are many names for what he feels and wants from his stardust, but he rather show them to her than speak them.
For Wanderer, it's the moments where he brushes behind her. How his grip turns commanding or protective, and there is an air about him, sometimes, that of an Endless, that prickles her skin and shortens her breaths. How deep and soothing his voice is while he spins her kingdoms, and daydreams, and do you know what you do to me, stardust? There is that rumbling power that enfolds her like his starlit coat does, the way he finds a way to steal her into every darkened corner and graze more than his lips across her skin. The way she senses the shudder in his form when she uses her teeth or calls his name in a particularly breathy, sweet way. The way he sometimes gazes down at her from his throne, and in his star-like eyes, she sees herself up there with him, and none of it is holy. How he keeps insisting, devout and hungry, into her flesh that there could be two thrones up on that platform, but she rather likes the perks of just the one.
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mossy-rot · 19 days
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I like that with the release of that's not my neighbor the internet has turned into a mass of 50s housewives whose husbands have stayed out for one too many late shifts
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