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I have gotten into a dastardly fight with burnout and it is winning please send comfort fics and headcannons thanku vv much
#will i finish these exams or will these exams finish me#stay tuned to find out#porcelaininkpot#redacted asmr#redacted audio
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'If you shiver, it means someone's just walked over your grave'
Vincent used to have constant shivers, and would laugh it off, joking that his grave must be a really popular tourist destination,
Only for the place of his death to be an amusement park.
#porcelaininkpot#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted vincent#vincent solaire#redacted headcanons#redacted solaire clan#redacted lovely
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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #381 )✅️
‼️ its time to help ‼️
🍉 The ceasefire was stopped 🍉
⚠️ don’t ignore my text ⚠️
I am Mahmoud from North Gaza, studying computer engineering. I was working in a programming company during my studies. I got married a day before the war started and I was living in my house with my wife, but because of the war, things changed and I lost my house, my job and my father. 💔
It is very unfortunate and now my family has no breadwinner, so I desperately need your help. My wife is pregnant and we are suffering from famine. My child is my only hope in this world. I am asking you for a small donation so that I can provide food for my pregnant wife, please
✅️UPDATE 17/01/2025✅️
After the ceasefire in Gaza, hope has returned to us once again, giving us the strength to rebuild our lives.
now my wife is five months pregnant. She requires full care, including medications, vitamins, and medical attention.🤰👼
I beg you to help me and save my first child.🫀
My hope is for my child to come into better circumstances than these.
It is incredibly difficult for a child to be born in a tent, in the worst conditions, surrounded by insects and germs.
Please, help me build a new hope for this small family 👨👩👦
please make a donation 🙏
any amount will make difference to us
$4,223 Raised Of $30,000
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darlin "do i wanna know- arctic monkeys" shaw
Sam "do i wanna know- Hozier(cover)" Collins
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- Crowns -
I'm the worst at drawing props but still wanted to draw a proper version of Vincent and Ophélie's crowns. Hope you like it !
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Porter's maker was never a particularly skilled man, born into empowered, magical society yet unable to perform the most basic of magical tasks. Felix, his name was, and the most he could ever manage was dull, shadowy crimson flames at his fingertips.
When he turned, his newfound vampirism only dimmed what little talent he had in the first place.
So he sought out an army to make himself powerful by force, if not magical talent.
That's when he came across Porter.
A scraggly, pathetic man, living end to end, neither empowered nor informed.
Weak. Easy pickings.
And so like a dozen odd others, Felix added him to his collection of enslaved footsoldiers.
He knew some magic would manifest in the man, as it had in trembling levitation and meager droplets in his progeny before.
What he didnt expect however, was for his latest progeny to not only take to magic, but excel at it.
Even as a newborn, the flames Porter conjured were blinding. Cascading blue streaking across the air at the wave of his hand.
Blue.
When all he could conjure as a human were stubs of red, sparks once he became a vampire.
This street rat had the gall to best him at his own craft.
His own progeny, his own pathetic, uninformed unempowered progeny, was besting him at the magic he was born into.
Now this was something Felix could never tolerate.
But who was he to forbid his dear slave progeny from using magic?
So he allowed him to let his flames burn.
Made him make his flames burn.
Invoked for hours on end, sometimes days on end. Denied blood until the pale blue of his magic was reflected in his inkwell eclipsed eyes. And his fangs cut into his lower lips from how far out they extended.
'Hungry? Oh well that's too bad. See I need you lighting up this room for me, so my latest bloodbag can watch as I drain her dry. Let your fire falter for even a second and I'll add another day to your...training.'
Until at long last, the flames burned no more. Until streaks of crimson lightning seared themselves across his chest and into his arms from the magical burnout.
Felix could feel his progeny's agony, feel his core weakening and shrivelling up until it was all burnt out.
It felt like ecstasy.
It felt like power.
A soldier could never outdo it's commander.
A slave could never outshine it's master.
Twenty years later, and Porter Solaire can still feel the streaks along his veins burn like acid when he conjures flames for too long.
#the realest ones know this is a repost#just testin a lil smthnsmthn#porcelaininkpot#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted porter#porter solaire#redacted headcanons#redacted solaire clan#redacted treasure
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I will pay good money to read this
*SLAMS TABLE*
I need a fic, where Colm gets one, ONE chance to fix his relationship with Milo. Can be an act of a higher being, could be given to him by Milo or Marie it doesn't matter. And he COMPLETELY fucks it up i mean just DUMPSTER fire it's so bad. And Milo is just done. Done trying to find the father in a man who'd steal money from his piggy bank for his gambling addiction. Done trying to teach this man to be a fucking father.
But overall, he. Is. PISSED.
IM TALKING "Congratulations" from Hamilton PISSED.
Colm has been given chance after chance after chance to be better, to change, to get help, and yet when he's given the chance, he squanders it.
So Milo just, let's it out. All of it. He RIPS into this alcoholic, gambling addict poor excuse of a man and shittier excuse of a father. And just storms out.
And Colm has to deal with it. He has to know he has no son because of his own actions. And there is nothing he can do to change that.
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this is the quality content I signed up for when I joined this fandom
This was way more difficult to make than I thought
Imp! Vincent vs imp!Asher
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The man paid his fish more attention than his son
Okay okay hear me out
Colm absolutely owns a tank full of piranhas that he feeds exclusively Vienna sausages. He has them all named. They are not fish/pet names. They are people names. Like Jared.
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Thanku sm for the tag Dani! >:}}
Presenting the closest thing you'll ever get to a face reveal and my Bright Eyes! -or well- Bright Eye sorry not sorry
Tagging @azzyangelfish @indigo-greer-collins @thesolaireslawyer @luvranton @vind3miat0r @escapisttt >:}
me & reg
use this picrew to make yourself and your current blorbo, then tag some mutuals ----- thank you for the lovely tag @pretentiouswreckingball
np tags: open tag!! + @bloodbruise @velanavis @sixlane @v7lgar @star4daisy
@del-stars @moon-seas @doomedtokill @luckydandelion1
@lavenderhaze @itsjaywalkers @static-radio-ao3
@loonsloon @alter-ego-xxx @futurequibblerjournalist @orchideous-nox
#someone ask me about my bright backstory i beg#i promise its super fluffy and not tragic at all#totally
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hi
hihi
Reblog this post and I'll give you a redacted character (with an explanation as to why) and one of the weird things I carry in my pockets.
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delicious give me a 50,000 word fic
apparently some of you really like my writing, so here's a Milo angst snippet I wrote with @n0r :)
(this is aggro scampering btw)
Milo lies on the couch, Aggro perched on his stomach like an anchor, and the TV murmuring in the background of the quiet ambiance. One deft hand clutches the remote, and the other absent-mindedly holds Aggro’s flicking tail. Milo’s eyes dart to the clock after it ticks to 11 at night. His Sweetheart is late—hours late.
“Work”, he tells himself. It’s work.
After all, they did say they had an important case on their hands. But Milo’s old, unwelcome thoughts creep in despite his efforts, sticky and insidious.
His chest tightens. The air feels too thick to breathe.
He tells himself “I’m being irrational, they would never.” Sweetheart is nothing like him, but the echoes of his father’s betrayals dig their claws into his psyche, unshakable dread. Milo ponders– Colm, who spent nights drowning in liquor and debts, always promising he’d be back before disappearing into some grimy bar or poker game. The worry isn’t just worry—it’s a sharp, bitter storm and entirely out of his control.
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By the time Sweetheart finally opens that door, Milo is hunched over in the chair he first met his love, his head cradled in his hands. “It’s midnight…” His chest is heaving, empty breaths both shallow and useless as if his lungs forgot their purpose. The sound of the keys jingling and the door swinging open jolts Milo upright, and he stumbles to his feet, his heart pounding like a war drum. Honey-brown irises surrounded by red and swollen lids in the dim lighting of the kitchen, Milo’s face is now streaked with tears, his nose raw from rubbing. The frown etched into his face feels foreign, like it’s been stitched on by someone else’s hands.
He rarely frowns, but now? He can’t seem to stop.
“Where were you, Sweetheart?” His voice cracks as he speaks, trembling and uneven, his words like shards of glass to their genuine, tender-loving heart.
His hands shake violently at his sides, the veins stark against his skin tone.
“Milo, baby-” They coax him into a tight embrace, tucking his head under theirs. “I was working… Come here.” Spoken with a sugary-sweet tone in contrast to his rather brittle vocals. He wants to scream, to demand answers to their late arrival, but guilt is already clawing at him, telling him he’s wrong to feel this way. That, “It’s not their fault.” But his fear sprouted from the roots deep inside his chest, tangled up and growing thicker in memories of Colm, and no amount of logic could stop those nasty ropes from choking him breathless.
He feels small, raw, and utterly broken, standing in front of the person he trusts most in the world, barely able to hold himself together.
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Oh em gee that is such a cool looking pen
also yes I am actually secretly a tormented british vampire assassin how did you know
Ykw, I'm gonna make one of these too
Reblog this and I'll give you a Redacted Audio character (explanation if I happen to be able to articulate in the moment), and an item on my desk (I have a lot of random thingies on here)
Uhrmrmrm I'm gonna go to bed in like an hour so I might not respond until tomorrow, possibly tomorrow late since I'll be at school for part of the day just fyi :3 but I will def respond !!
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sooooooo hi >:}}}
Ykw, I'm gonna make one of these too
Reblog this and I'll give you a Redacted Audio character (explanation if I happen to be able to articulate in the moment), and an item on my desk (I have a lot of random thingies on here)
Uhrmrmrm I'm gonna go to bed in like an hour so I might not respond until tomorrow, possibly tomorrow late since I'll be at school for part of the day just fyi :3 but I will def respond !!
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The fact that in the Summit when Asher has to decide if he’s going to put Sweetheart in danger, you can HEAR Imperium Asher in his voice
It makes me SICK makes me fucking ILL
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So hi o.o
Reblog this and I’ll assign you redacted Magic type and your redacted character bestie
(maybe a doodle too idk 🤷🏻♂️)
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