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PYRAMID HEAD & JAMES SUNDERLAND Silent Hill 2 (2024) dev. Bloober Team [ × , × ]

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ハートの大きさ - indigo la End

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katabasis

(click for better quality!! :D)

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idk if I liked it but oh well

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KENOBI | 1.06 AHSOKA | 1.05

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... I play Baldurs Gate for the plot.

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before the fall little headcanon that Astarion is a Sun Elf and his parents have a portrait of him framed but closeted away so they don't weep when they see it. big golden boy energy.

patreon | prints

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I watched barbie

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Astarion | High Elf | Rogue | Vampire Spawn

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wavemothers robe + the black and red dye. you’re welcome

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ᔕᑌᑎᗪᗩY ᖴᗩᑎ ᗩᖇT 🎨

"Anakin Skywalker torn between good and evil, to become... Darth Vader"

Created by Showhbo

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He got his lips out like he wants to be kissed so bad it makes him look stupid

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Private Affair

Pairing: Professor!Miguel x Student!Reader || Enemies to Lovers 

Summary: Amidst a challenging period in your life, you enter into a clandestine sexual relationship with your professor. Unbeknownst to Miguel, you develop genuine feelings for him. Little do you know that Miguel reciprocates those feelings while harboring a secret that could shatter your world.

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mdni, nsfw, angst

AO3

A/N: I’ll only be posting one or two chapters on here but the rest is on AO3 if you’d like to keep up with it! It has 17k words rn so I don’t want to post all of it on here. Enjoy! 

Senior year of college was meant to be a time of excitement and anticipation for the future, tinged with a hint of nervousness. It was supposed to be a year of reveling in campus events and parties and enjoying your final moments of undergraduate life. Yet, for you, it was an entirely different experience. Dread loomed over your every waking moment, overshadowing any sense of joy or anticipation. The future seemed daunting, and you felt lost, unsure of what path to take after graduation. The weight of burnout permeated every aspect of your existence.

You had pursued a Bachelor of Science in Bioengineering, a field that had once ignited a passionate spark within you. It was the path you had always envisioned, inspired by your father, who had been the esteemed head of the Department at Alchemax, specializing in life-saving clone technology. Through his groundbreaking work, countless lives had been saved as major organ transplants became accessible to those in need. Your father had been your hero, a beacon of inspiration.

Tragically, during your high school years, a mysterious explosion occurred at Alchemax headquarters, claiming your father's life. The devastating loss deepened your resolve to carry on his legacy, fueling a relentless drive to pursue your degree. However, as you approached the end of your college journey, doubts began to creep in, clouding your once unwavering passion. The weight of your father's absence and the uncertain path ahead caused that once-burning drive to flicker and waver, leaving you questioning the path you had chosen.

“Y/N?” Professor O’Hara interrupted your thoughts.

He stood in front of your desk, expectantly waiting for you to answer his question. So far, you were horribly failing his Transport Phenomena class. It was hard for you to get yourself to study, let alone attend lectures.

“Sorry, Professor…I didn’t hear your question.”

The room was filled with the hushed snickers of your fellow classmates, their laughter dancing in the air. It was no coincidence you sat in the back of the classroom. Dr. O’Hara was known for making students cry, failing them regardless of personal problems, and never providing any chances towards extra credit. He possessed an impressive stature, towering above any individual you had encountered before. His height surpassed all expectations, commanding attention in any room he entered. Broad shoulders accentuated his commanding presence, while his remarkably slender waist added a touch of elegance to his physical frame. And his ass…If you didn’t hate him, you would’ve spent the entire semester vying after him. His skin was tan and somewhat weathered. If you had to estimate he had to be in his early thirties, younger than any other professor you'd seen. His chestnut-colored hair was slicked back with a few strands of rebellious hair falling over his forehead.

O'Hara placed both of his hands on his criminally slutty waist,

“Do you even know what topic we’re covering today?”

His eyes narrowed, a clear sign of his displeasure with your lack of regard for the class. The temperature in the classroom seemed to rise suddenly, making you feel uncomfortably trapped in your seat, apprehensive about what might unfold next. Your confidence waned, and you shrank down, hoping to become invisible.

For a brief moment, his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you, acknowledging that class time was coming to an end. However, his attention swiftly returned to you, his piercing stare causing a shiver to run down your spine. With an authoritative tone, he instructed the class to read Chapter Six of the textbook before dismissing them. Frozen under his intense scrutiny, you remained motionless, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down upon you, rendering you unable to escape his oppressive presence.

“You.” He commanded, his voice dangerously low, “Stay here.”

It took all of your willpower to not grovel before your unyielding professor. He stood before you and your ability to graduate this semester.

With your classmates hastily exiting the classroom, Miguel finally released you from his piercing gaze and proceeded to shut the door behind them. As he did so, you released the breath you had been holding, a subtle sign of relief washing over you. O'Hara's presence had always been intimidating, not only due to his notorious reputation but also because of the way he had treated you during freshman year in his Fundamentals class.

Back then, he had consistently singled you out, subjecting you to his relentless criticism and belittlement in front of your peers. At the time, you had been resolute, refusing to let any professor deter you from pursuing your ambition of following in your father's footsteps. However, as you reflected on those moments, a doubt lingered—perhaps you should have allowed the weight of his negativity to push you into reconsidering your path.

Now, Professor O'Hara sat at the front desk of the mid-sized classroom, his heavy lean back in the chair beckoning you to approach. You stood there, dumbfounded and slightly clumsy, struggling to regain your composure before cautiously rising from your seat to meet him.

“What’s going on? Freshman year you were constantly answering questions, annoying the class with your smart ass, and challenging me during lectures. Now you’re a bum,” You flinched at the insult as O’Hara continued to berate you, “ Who has an attendance rate that would justify me dropping you from my class.”

You anxiously rubbed your arm, shifting on your feet. It’s not like you could vent to your professor who loathed your existence. Dr. O’Hara began impatiently tapping his index finger on his desk, awaiting an answer.

“Answer me.” His demand sent chills down your spine, forcing you to meet his agitated gaze.

Unexpectedly, his authority scared you into confession,

“I’m burnt out, ok? Maybe you were right, maybe I’m just too stupid to even pursue Bioengineering.”

Your eyes widened as your professor looked unamused by your pity party.

He rolled his eyes, “Cut the bullshit. You’re not stupid and your 4.0 GPA up until now is a clear indication of that.”

You opened your mouth to reject his compliment. Sensing your doubt he raised his hand, motioning for you to shut up.

“I pity you, truly. It almost makes me wish you were as arrogant and annoying as you used to be.” O’Hara sighed again, “Mierda niña, look. From now on you’re going to attend every lecture. If you’re even a millisecond late I will get you kicked out of this program so fucking quick.”

You nodded your head fast enough to give yourself a headache,

“From now on you’ll attend every single office hour. I don’t care if you’re sick, if your grandma dies, I want you there. No excuses.”

You stared at him perplexed. Office hours? You weren’t dumb, you were depressed! Not only that but being alone with O’Hara for three hours, twice a week made you nauseous. Irritation spread across your professor’s face. His eyes darkened,

“ Am I talking to a ghost? Do you understand?”

“Yessir.” You squeaked.

Professor O’Hara shooed you away with his hand,

“Now get out of here.”

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Do you really want Anakin dead?

OBI-WAN KENOBI: PART V dir. Deborah Chow | released June 15, 2022

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This one is for you, miguelheads ❤️

(please do not repost, but feel free to scream in the replies/tags!)

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