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youtube is pulling this bullshit again

praying for the firefox gods to save me once more...

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BRO.

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”your hands are shaking.”

“of course they are. i’m scared. i want to live.”

BRO

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does anyone know if i can like block sites from appearing in my google images searches??? i keep getting those awful ai generated things with a hand coming out of a man's neck and just straight up not what i was looking for, because this was in a search for "curly hair in medieval paintings". it happens every time i search for anything vaguely art-reference-like and it's so fucking annoying and it clutters my search results so much. i don't wanna add specific commands to the query every time too, what i need is like a browser extension or something

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Imagine finding your enemy at a Halloween party and turns out you're both cosplaying from the same media

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PSA: Paypal on some more shady shit

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tag an artist save a life etc

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One in Six (Toland x G/N! Reader)

-.'✰'.- [a/n]: finally a full drabble/oneshot. also content for my heinous diabolical king toland (he's coming home soon)

-.'✰'.- Summary: toland decides he wants to play russian roulette while the two of you make out in an empty meeting room.

-.'✰'.- Content Warnings; guns/gun usage (the gun is pointed at both of you/the trigger is pulled, but bullets are not fired), etc.

-.'✰'.- Additional Information: Minors DNI (just to be safe), gets a little suggestive at the end, autassassinophilia and erotophonophilia (i guess), russian roulette (kinda), i know absolutely nothing about describing revolvers, not proofread, grammatical errors, possibly ooc, reader is implied to be an Esper (their abilities are not used or specified).

You're on top of him, legs straddling his lap as your hands grab the lapels of his shirt, pulling him closer. His coat laid abandoned on the floor, having been carelessly thrown away a little while ago. One of his hands gently grasped your waist, the other was splayed on the space between your shoulder blades as he quickly and greedily stole kiss after kiss from your lips. Earlier, while you were collecting Miramon in the field, he'd sent you a message, saying he needed you to do something important for him. You weren't exactly busy – the only assignments you had to complete were some paperwork and your Miramon collection quota, which could finished any time within the week, so you obliged.

You can imagine your chagrin when he ushered you back inside the facility and led you down the halls, all while grinning and telling you what he really wanted. At that moment, you were completely prepared to chide him for lying to you and go back to work just to spite him, but somehow, you found yourself swayed by his silver tongue and honeyed words.

Now, you're both alone together in an empty conference room with the doors locked and blinds shut while you two make out on the lone chair at the end of the table.

His fingernails lightly graze your skin, the hand on your waist moving to your back, keeping you near as he leans closer, tipping your body slightly backward.

He pushes his lips onto yours once more, this time in a deeper, more passionate fashion, to which you wholeheartedly return the sentiment, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him back in earnest.

Finally, you both pull away, and Toland's hands draw you even closer to his body as his lips gingerly press against the corner of your mouth before progressively traveling further and further down. One of his hands leaves your back as his lips land over and over again, gingerly peppering you with kisses on your cheek, across your jaw, on the shell of your ear, and down your neck, his tongue periodically swirling and flicking against the skin.

After pushing his lips to your neck once more, Toland punctuates the action with a, “Bang.” mumbled against your skin. A tinny ‘click’ resonates through the air before he plants another heady kiss to your lips.

Your eyelids flutter open, and you nearly choke on your own spit once you see Toland’s gleaming, silver revolver clutched in his hands, barrel held up to the side of his head. You go rigid, staring unblinkingly at the barrel of the gun. Was that clicking noise the sound of him pulling the trigger a few seconds ago?

Why did he... ? A second passes before Toland notices you've become unresponsive to his affectionate gestures and pulls away, his eyes analyzing your petrified expression. He traces your line of sight and follows it to the firearm in his hand, finally getting the hint.

"Ohhhh." He hums, smile returning. The gun lowers from his head as he turns back to you.

"This is nothing. We're just having a little fun," he lilts, heedlessly waving the firearm in small circles while you look on, horrified. He flicks the cylinder and watches it spin, acting completely indifferent to your very evident alarm. "We'll be fine."

It slows and settles into place with a - clack - . There's a glint in his eye, which compliments the crescent moon grin that's growing on his face, splitting his smile in half. "Trust me."

You would've scoffed if you weren't so scared. Trust him? That statement amounted to nothing but a bad joke, given his track record.

Your voice shakes as you lean back. "Is that loaded?" Instead of addressing your concerns in any rational or meaningful way, he gleefully smiles ear to ear. That expression gives it all away. You look on in disbelief. "You can't be serious. Are you crazy?"

He doesn't answer, ignoring your apprehension once again. This time though, he raises his revolver and nudges it's barrel against your temple, not quite pointing it at you. Yet. Your breath stills once you feel the cold metal touch your skin and you freeze in place once again. Toland leans closer to you as his free hand reaches up and cups the back of your head, his fingers splayed over your hair. "What?" An amused chuckle spilled from his mouth. "Are you scared?” He whispers against your lips, his breath warm. “I-” You attempt to verbalize your unease, but he doesn’t give you a chance, pushing your head forward and pressing your lips to his. Gossamer white smoke, a by-product of his Divine Power, gently wafted around the two of you, curling around both your forms as the two of you kissed once more. His tongue danced with yours in a kiss much more forceful and heavy than the ones before, like he was intentionally trying to silence your complaints. After a moment, his hand leaves your hair and moves down your body, tracing your skin with the tips of his fingers as the hand holding the gun moves slightly out of view. The kiss does it's job and distracts you, somewhat making you loosen back up a bit while his hand inches down your back before finally settling near your midriff, where his arm then curls around.

You nearly forgot all about the revolver, but then he pulled the hammer back, the little - click! - immediately breaking your immersion, making you jolt and look over at the gun that was now pointed directly at you. Finally, Toland pulled away from you, just for a moment, letting you breathe. The barrel barely touches your hair before he attempts to dive in again.

“Wait, wait.” You place your hands on his chest, trying to keep him at bay, just for a second or two. In response, he simply quirks an eyebrow. "Can you put that away first?" You gesture at the gun. "Please?" He clicks his tongue before exaggeratedly sighing. "Come on." His free arm comes away from its position your back in favor of moving so his hand can join the two of yours. "It'll be fine."

He nudges your hands out from between the two of you. "Don’t worry." A grin starts to form on his face again, his amusement reflecting greatly in his tone. His hand doesn't return to it's initial position. Instead, it inches upwards, across your chest, tracing your clavicle, grazing your shoulders, and brushing your arm... Cold, hard metal prods the side of your head. His fingers run downward now, moving down your side, your naval, your waist...

“Put a little faith in me,” he croons.

His hand finally comes to rest on your hip, fingers just barely tracing your waistband.

“You know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

[✰-notes-✰]: please lmk if there are any awkward mistakes or important content warnings that I missed!

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His birthday,, I pray for his downfall

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I won’t draw him any gifts, he doesn't deserve it

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Happy birthday bastard! Finally got around to creating a proper miku version of him hehe

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miku trends recently reminded me that i never posted the colored version of that miku toland sketch i made so here ya go

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So

We got

Handsome

Bird

Alter ego li ling

Mateo x yun chuan forbidden piss child

I love her actually-

Snape (?)

Close enough, welcome back, strawberry shortcake

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Dislyteweek Day 1

Favorite character(s)

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WE GOT FEMALE YAMATO /J