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at the insane stage of character obsession where i start getting the urge to post pngs of them every five seconds like im showing ppl a picture of my stupid ass boyfriend that nobody likes but me

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CW: dark (slightly abusive) themes, some stockholm syndrome, gn!reader

Bubbling, bubbling

The beakers overflowed with more than just chemicals. Fumes which carried the pressure you'd put on yourself seeped into your lungs. Each expansion of the sensitive organ made the thin tissue burn: a trick of the mind but with real affliction. Everything you thought you were and wanted to be depended on this. To prove you were meant to be there, that your prior success wasn’t a fluke, a bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face as the fear of failure coiled around you.

Eyes that followed you wherever you went, although a shiver running down your spine was the only thing alluding to their presence.

“Don't let what's been festering ruin your potential.” Something you were told long ago that echoed in the caverns of your mind, self-doubt often acting as a silencer to it.

Anxiety pricked your sides as if to watch itself drip out of the incisions. A long sigh passed your lips to ease your rising nerves. “I can do this.” Words of encouragement that were on the verge of flatlining, and yet you forced them out all the same.

You steadied your hands while transferring each drop. When the final one fell, the twisting clouds dissolved. A change in color that held a murky threat, the desired shade gave you more than relief. Placing the project in a holder, you sat back in your chair to allow the success to wash over you. With the strangling grip around you loosening, you could finally breathe.

Waiting, waiting

You drummed your fingers on the metal table in anticipation. Not knowing when he would deem you worthy of his time, you looked down at your recent accomplishment—in other words at what he could do with his eyes closed.

The sudden unlatching of the lock made you jump. He had casted you away to prove a point, one which you were likely to spend many more of your days trying to make up for, but that was if you were lucky.

“For your sake I hope you finished.” He approached you from behind, daring you to turn around to face him. Looming over you to grab the vial, he placed his hand on the table—trapping you in your place. He held the deadly liquid over your head, pretending that the only reason for doing so was for good lighting. A humph that could be read as approving or the prequel to your demise made you wince.

When he placed it back down, his sigh bordered more on satisfaction. “Very well, you may stay.”

“Oh thank you, I won’t let you down—” Your gratitude was promptly thrown into the guillotine of harsh reality.

“Be sure that you don’t because if I catch you making such careless mistakes again, you’ll have something worse than these four walls to look forward to.” His eyes held yours in a spoken contract.

Thumping, thumping

Your heart heeded his warning. You lowered your head and nodded at the conditions you were already well aware of. A smile spread across his face at your submission, and the slight optimism further casted you in his shadow.

“Now that we have that settled, I was thinking you’d be the perfect person to help me with something.” 

The ominous insinuation had your mind racing to how else he planned to punish you. Setting you free from the room wouldn’t have been enough, and if you ever hoped to salvage your reputation, denying him would only end up hurting you—even more than whatever he had in store for you at that moment.

“Of course, whatever you want.” Your voice lacked all the life it once had.

“Don’t be so gloomy. You’re still a part of the team. That’s more than many of the others can say.” A dark chuckle sent dread tingling through your body. Goosebumps spread over you at the thought of those who couldn’t live up to their potential.

“Right, I’m so… very thankful for the second chance you’re giving me.” A forced smile was a smile nonetheless. 

You would come around to him once again, he was sure of it. There were things he could offer you that others could only dream of, so the loyalty you had would be your guide through the many dark days that lay ahead.

“You are, aren’t you?”

You had no choice but to agree.

“Then let’s not waste any more time, shall we?” The piercing white light from the hallway was far from heaven sent, instead hellfire rebranded.

“Yes, Master.”

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Everybody always so bold when dunking from the other parallel dimension 😔

"Redraw tumblr post" time of the year again, based on this one specifically that i found weeks ago but I needed to do something with it hfgjdh (with the original post being on tiktok). I just love canon Blaze being absolutely ass at cooking💜

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CW: dark (slightly abusive) themes, some stockholm syndrome, gn!reader

Bubbling, bubbling

The beakers overflowed with more than just chemicals. Fumes which carried the pressure you'd put on yourself seeped into your lungs. Each expansion of the sensitive organ made the thin tissue burn: a trick of the mind but with real affliction. Everything you thought you were and wanted to be depended on this. To prove you were meant to be there, that your prior success wasn’t a fluke, a bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face as the fear of failure coiled around you.

Eyes that followed you wherever you went, although a shiver running down your spine was the only thing alluding to their presence.

“Don't let what's been festering ruin your potential.” Something you were told long ago that echoed in the caverns of your mind, self-doubt often acting as a silencer to it.

Anxiety pricked your sides as if to watch itself drip out of the incisions. A long sigh passed your lips to ease your rising nerves. “I can do this.” Words of encouragement that were on the verge of flatlining, and yet you forced them out all the same.

You steadied your hands while transferring each drop. When the final one fell, the twisting clouds dissolved. A change in color that held a murky threat, the desired shade gave you more than relief. Placing the project in a holder, you sat back in your chair to allow the success to wash over you. With the strangling grip around you loosening, you could finally breathe.

Waiting, waiting

You drummed your fingers on the metal table in anticipation. Not knowing when he would deem you worthy of his time, you looked down at your recent accomplishment—in other words at what he could do with his eyes closed.

The sudden unlatching of the lock made you jump. He had casted you away to prove a point, one which you were likely to spend many more of your days trying to make up for, but that was if you were lucky.

“For your sake I hope you finished.” He approached you from behind, daring you to turn around to face him. Looming over you to grab the vial, he placed his hand on the table—trapping you in your place. He held the deadly liquid over your head, pretending that the only reason for doing so was for good lighting. A humph that could be read as approving or the prequel to your demise made you wince.

When he placed it back down, his sigh bordered more on satisfaction. “Very well, you may stay.”

“Oh thank you, I won’t let you down—” Your gratitude was promptly thrown into the guillotine of harsh reality.

“Be sure that you don’t because if I catch you making such careless mistakes again, you’ll have something worse than these four walls to look forward to.” His eyes held yours in a spoken contract.

Thumping, thumping

Your heart heeded his warning. You lowered your head and nodded at the conditions you were already well aware of. A smile spread across his face at your submission, and the slight optimism further casted you in his shadow.

“Now that we have that settled, I was thinking you’d be the perfect person to help me with something.” 

The ominous insinuation had your mind racing to how else he planned to punish you. Setting you free from the room wouldn’t have been enough, and if you ever hoped to salvage your reputation, denying him would only end up hurting you—even more than whatever he had in store for you at that moment.

“Of course, whatever you want.” Your voice lacked all the life it once had.

“Don’t be so gloomy. You’re still a part of the team. That’s more than many of the others can say.” A dark chuckle sent dread tingling through your body. Goosebumps spread over you at the thought of those who couldn’t live up to their potential.

“Right, I’m so… very thankful for the second chance you’re giving me.” A forced smile was a smile nonetheless. 

You would come around to him once again, he was sure of it. There were things he could offer you that others could only dream of, so the loyalty you had would be your guide through the many dark days that lay ahead.

“You are, aren’t you?”

You had no choice but to agree.

“Then let’s not waste any more time, shall we?” The piercing white light from the hallway was far from heaven sent, instead hellfire rebranded.

“Yes, Master.”

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These are some old law/ young heart pirate doodles that I made months ago and still love to look back on. The hearts have a special place in my heart. Trust I am still waiting to see them again in the manga ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )

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I watched "The Gaslight District" last night and I have the highest hopes for it. The animation style, voice acting, story, it seems to have everything I like, so I sure hope it delivers 😭

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Op your pfp is exactly how I feel when posting sometimes: awkward, a little scared, and needing love.

do you all like me? do i blog well?

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Kiki's Delivery Service (1989)

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Caesar.... but he's feasting on a juicy delicious mango.

Day 18: Mango time

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When the neighborhood cat always wants to fight

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Estranged.

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Reiju doodle

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Vizard doodles