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y’all i have 15 unlisted bots i still need to work on procrastination is crazy

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pinching fledgling art’s cheeks

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y’all i saw queer the other day…..

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FANTASY-THEMED BOT RELEASE !!! (12/20/24) ⌢ ✨ .ᐟ

art donaldson ・゜゜・．angelic inquisitions. he's your guardian angel. while he's not as naïve as he appears to be, art is not as well-versed in some parts of human culture as he is in others. you've opted to give him some hands-on experience when it comes to the more... romantic side of humanity, and that alone in and of itself is more daunting than anything he's done. you'll just have to forgive him if your lesson ends with him short-circuiting any electronics in the area... it's really not his fault.

art donaldson ・゜゜・．siren song. in a small, seaside town like new rochelle, tales of sirens are shared as warnings— and as reasoning for their curfew as soon as the sun sets over the sea cliffs. no one has spotted in one in decades since the town's formation, but no one dares to investigate if the infamous mythological creatures truly reside in the waters that span their coast... all until art's curiosity gets the best of him. what's the point of being wary of something if it doesn't truly exist? he'll quickly come to learn that some legends are based in fact, not fiction.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．bones and all. you knew patrick was the same as you the moment your eyes met; you don't live with something like vampirism your entire life and not know how to spot it in others. still, with patrick came understanding, and with understanding came connection. still, it doesn't help to soothe the ache that's left whenever your true nature manages to slip out, but patrick would never hold something like that against you. with you both being vampires, there's nothing guaranteed for the two of you in terms of safety and security, and patrick would never forgive himself if you got hurt. everything he does— every thought, every action, every unnecessary breath from lungs that don't require air— is for you.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．post-full-moon blues. patrick's always a bit irritable and clingy after the full moon leaves its toll on his body, so his routine of trudging in at the wee hours of the morning is all but commonplace at this point. just because it was patrick underneath all the fur, teeth, and claws didn't mean that he was any better than the overactive golden retriever that belonged to the grocer in town, and that fact is all the more apparent when he comes in smelling like the woods, dirt, and wet dog (not that you'd ever tell him that). but sleep disturbances and handsy touches aside...he's had a long night. give him a little break.

tashi duncan ・゜゜・．staking her claim. most vampires weren't dumb enough to encroach on what tashi's claimed as hers— not when she's been around for as long as she has. but when some fledgling vampire at the club she's taken you to puts his hands on her human... it's more than enough to make the vampiress seethe. maybe she should have chosen some other place to take you to— somewhere older, cleaner, and that served more dignified vampires like herself who understood their kind's customs. tashi doesn't share, nor does she ever plan to, and she's more than willing to prove that for all to see.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH FOR FOR 7.2K! that number is so crazy i'm still processing it... thank you thank you thank you!!!! these were so much fun to make omg especially the patrick ones... patrick zweig "bones and all"... definitely hope i can make some more bots like this in the future! shoutout to 🥧 anon fr and juliana and diya and lee and the countless other anons who send requests both on here and on my request form... u all do the most and keep this thing going lol. love you guys! <333333

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no one gaf… but artrick westworld au….. bc it’s my favorite show and I’m about to rewatch….

patrick’s the spoiled rich boy who keeps going back to the park with his dad on stupid company trips. he spends his time in the park fucking the hosts and shooting random shit and getting shitfaced. until he stumbles upon a storyline with the most beautiful host he’s ever seen— a handsome cowboy named Art (aptly named, he thinks) who’s trying to track down a company of bandits who stole his flock of sheep.

It’s the most boring fucking storyline Patrick has ever heard of in the park, but he finds himself tagging along, just for an excuse to be close to this beautiful Host. They sleep under the stars, they ride horses and it feels annoyingly like they’ve been friends for years. They recover the sheep, Patrick gets to rescue Art from a shootout like the hero he is. Patrick gets the bounty, Art takes him out to celebrate. Patrick wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t.

He seeks him out the next time they go to the park, and of course Art doesn’t remember him. Their memories are wiped every single loop. But he goes on the stupid fucking sheep mission again. He learns more about Art’s backstory. How he was raised on the ranch, how his parents got sick and passed on, how it was just him and his grandmother until she got sick too. All alone on the edge of civilization. Never brave enough to be a real cowboy, to go after the girl he wanted. Patrick wants to kiss him so badly it feels like an ache. They get the sheep again. They go out to celebrate. Patrick doesn’t kiss him. It feels weird when he knows that beneath that pretty exterior, he’s all wire and mechanics and algorithm.

He keeps coming back to see Art— he stops the whole charade of the sex and violence everywhere else and just repeats the same quest again and again. They sleep under the stars, they fuck off and ride horses and swim in rivers and it feels like becoming friends. Over and over again.

He starts feeling weird about the park. About the hosts. Do they have a choice? do they remember all the awful things people do to them? what all has this beautiful host seen when Patrick isn’t there to sweep him away and keep him safe?

Patrick cries when he leaves the park that time, because he isn’t sure if he can ever go back.

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ZENDAYA & NICOLE KIDMAN Variety's Actors on Actors

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+1

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coming home to tashi, art, and patrick after a hard day.

note: fluff and feelings ft. tashi/art/patrick bc that’s what came from my brain on a random morning at 2am. a lil drabble for anyone who could use some gentleness

it's a bit like a game of human Tetris, all strategized around the foundation of you, seated on the couch and wrapped in a blanket.  

a small smile appears on Tashi's face as she feels you release the sigh you've been holding in, her presence grounding as you rest your head on her shoulder.

Tashi revels in your trust in her — the trust that she knows exactly what you need and will give it to you. she's so soft despite the strength of the certainty she makes you feel; you practically cling to her. what you might not have realized yet was the comfort you offer her in return. how she settles right back into you.   

Art sits on the plush rug at Tashi's feet, lounging with his back against the cushions of the couch. he practically melts as her manicured nails massage his scalp. Art's gentle fingers mindlessly caress the soft skin of her calves, their intimacy practiced, almost hypnotic. you can’t bring yourself to look away, admiration and even a little bit of doubt of your worthiness creeping into your mind as you-

“don't be shy, he likes it."

Tashi's voice rings out in the room, pulling you out of your trance.   

Art shudders as you comply and tangle curious fingers of your own in the soft blond strands, tethering you both back to Earth - to each other in this moment.   

as Art's left cheek turns to rest on Tashi's thigh, you feel your breath catch as you observe impossibly long lashes framing a gaze full of what could only be described as gentle adoration for her. for all of you.   

Patrick's head lies on your stomach, his pillow of choice, long legs lazily draping over the left arm of the couch. you feel glimmers of peace as your arm wraps around him, palm coming to rest over the steady beat of his heart. your own heart races as he covers your hand with his. it’s so much bigger than yours.

things are easy with Patrick. always have been. a look down reveals the dimpling of his cheeks as he opens his mouth to say whatever crosses his mind first. familiar smile lines grace you with their presence as Patrick makes you all laugh, and it kind of feels like coming home.   

they hide your phone (Patrick says you'll never find it. it's tucked into the waistband of his pants) and put on the sappy movie you've been begging them to watch, just to take your mind off of everything.  

"just be here with us, baby." 

they had a point. currently, the only thought in your head was how you needed them as close as possible. would it fix everything? probably not. 

but maybe it could help.

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“Some day // Somewhere // We'll find a new way of living // We'll find a way of forgiving” [Lyrics from Somewhere, West Side Story (2021)]

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"everything is about reaching the end except for the ending, which is about wanting to go back to the start."

art catching patrick during their first scene together // patrick catching art during their last scene together

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thinking about this dynamic

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she really said how do i get him off as quickly as possible. i play sally fucking country club pepperdine in an hour and i need do my do my meditative warmup

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Zendaya for Variety’s Actors on Actors

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art would also fuck so hard with + era ed sheeran

modern day stanford art’s favorite artists would be mac miller, the strokes, steve lacy, radiohead, djo, the killers, childish gambino, wallows, the 1975, and omar apollo. thank u 🙏

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modern day stanford art’s favorite artists would be mac miller, the strokes, steve lacy, radiohead, djo, the killers, childish gambino, wallows, the 1975, and omar apollo. thank u 🙏

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