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Rozy at @metaladam
Rozy at @stadam
#the contrast is killing með#metaladam#ð«stadam ð¡ | bets are placed & l'm all in; they say heaven will win; but can't you feel the inferno raging within?#â shitpost ð¥ | knifehack#the I'd rather be executed via firing squad or hanging; thank you#VS#ð¡\_ð
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|| A peak of my year: I showed my grandmother Austin Butler (because frankly, I'm head over heels for his performance in Dune Part 2), and I asked her if she's seen the movie Elvis, because he's the lead actor in that one. She said she hasn't seen it, but fortunately, it was in the telly on Sunday evening, and she promised she'd watch it. I asked her tonight if she's watched it and she said yes, and she liked it, and that the actor was so handsome that she's going to watch it every time it's in the telly. ðð
#ð¡ out of baldur's gate [ooc]#personal#|| One of the highlights of this shit year ngl.#|| Is there anything more wholesome than your grandmother liking things that you enjoy yourself.#|| When the PotC series were in kids' shoes I'd take her to each and every movie because she LOVES Johnny Depp! ðð€#|| ...I wish I could watch movies with her.#|| Maybe I should schedule a movie night with her? Sleep over at her place and enjoy some popcorn and some good looking lads? ð#|| Wait that's actually a great idea! Why the heck not?? I'm going to ask her if she'd like that. ð
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LoH tag this morning: Raligon still cannot be drawn for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in this room then myself
#lord of heroes#loh#loh raligon#good for youse#(& we all know what it means for Clover ð¡ð/j)#âi will die for youâ âi will kill for youâ but the viridian light went and said âbut will you go on for meâ
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Mizu's facial expressions from the latter part of ep.4 ð

Happy Mizu ð
Grumpy Mizu ð

ð"Not bad for a first try."
ð"Kai is too good for any lord. Kai is yours."
ð©žð¡"Mizu. I love you, Mizu" ð
#mizu blue eye samurai#hand drawn#drawing#fanart#blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai fanart#bes mizu#Spotify
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Scarlet Pearl progressed in this fandom like
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Marriage proposal!Hazbin hotel x reader part 2
Part 1 here
â ïžWarning â ïž: sex mention in the valentino part and that's it (^.^)
Author note : I really enjoyed writing this (^-^)â€ïž
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â€At the moment he laid eyes on you, he went crazy, crazy with love for you, he transformed into a kind of yandere he watched you 24/7 until one day he he finally decided to approach you and invite you to dinner, it was the beginning of such a beautiful love story you were the only person who really understood him and who supported him you helped him regain the trust he had He lost his time to go. So one evening he decided to get down to business and ask you to marry him, he privatized one of the most beautiful and luxurious restaurants and in the middle of the meal he got down on his knees and said to you: y/n doll you are here the person I care about the most I don't want to lose you so what would you say about officially becoming Madame Vox?
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â I can't really imagine her falling in love easily so the fact that you managed to capture her heart is a great feat so believe me that as soon as she knows how to put meaning on what she feels she won't leave you even going as far as to the point of asking you to marry but unlike the other the surprise is not so secret I mean once you saw him make and wear a wedding dress then, well you already suspected it a little, so one evening after one of your night out she will find a calm and bright place and she will tell you: uh uhh how to say uh I...I care about you a lot so I was thinking maybe we could, you know, get married
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â¡ Val!!!!! a human accepted without being forced to go out with him????? my god you have courage I mean between his occupation at the studio and everything else.... I see him proposing to you after a night have fun if you know what I mean ð I want he prepared a romantic night with a bath and rose petals, champagne, candles and everything else and it's after the act that he says to you: eh mi amore you know you are the person I love the most in the whole world so would you like to become my sex partner forever?
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âTo be honest you piqued her curiosity she was slightly attracted to you but nothing important enough to upset her until the day she saw you with one of these girls, you help her to complete a delivery, and she saw the complicity between the two of you so at that moment her heart began to beat harder and faster and she realized yes she understood that she loved you more than anything that's when you started to be a couple until the evening you became much more she invited you to the restaurant not necessarily the most expensive but the most quiet with few people and then she said to you: mi corazon you know that you mean a lot to me that's why I would like you to become my partner for life
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⧠Bro you don't know what you got yourself into this girl knew that she loved you from the first sight but she is not the romantic type so she will compliment you spontaneously and very quickly she will invite you to go to a party with her then will ask you to be with her she will tell you that she really likes you a lot and would like to be your boyfriend until she realizes that her desire goes further she wants more with you and will die for a few a day later what she really wanted so with the help of Angel she organizes a romantic candlelight dinner and tell you: you know you mean a lot to me so well you know you want to marry me?
Adamð
â The first man is the most arrogant and proud man in the world he thinks that the fact that he is the first man gives him a pass to be with whomever he wants except that you are not just anyone and that you have decides to make him run in all directions until he admits defeat and asks you in a nice and polite way to be his partner after telling him yes your life was like a dream he is the sweetest and kindest man on earth and he wants you all to himself so one evening during a romantic candlelit dinner he took out a box with a beautiful ring and he says to you: "baby you know that I love you more than anything in the world you are the only one who understands me with whom I truly feel loved and happy"
I hope i like it â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž (^-^)(^-^)/â€ïž
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Hello, that beach post with the tattoo got me thinking, how would the LIâs react to mc having a tramp stamp ð? Like we are changing or wearing something revealing and bam, the tattoo on our lower backside is revealed. Poor Kiraâs probably would have a seizure ððand I headcanon that Leander has one tooðð
*slams fist on the table* YOU'RE HIRED
Reminder! The term "tramp stamp" is derogatory and shouldn't be used to describe lower back tattoos
Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!
ft Leander w/ lower back tattoo
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â© âWell, that's certainly... something, isn't it?â
â© He lets out a small laugh as he runs his hand lightly down their lower back, where the tattoo is
â© He traces his long fingers over it before his hand drifts down, fingers ghosting over the top of their trousersâ
â© âbefore he adjusts them to how they were before his little inspection
â© âIt's definitely⊠interestingâ
â© He looks back up at them, eyes burning with something they can't quite place
â© He suddenly grabs their waist in a firm grip, pulling them closer to his chest so there is no space between the two
â© âAnd just what does that thing say? Don't make me guess.â
â© When he hears what he wants, he chuckles again, leaning back up
â© âYouâre just full of surprises, huh sparrow?â
Kuras
â His hands still briefly, the faintest hint of confusion coloring his expression as his eyes fix on the spot
â The doctor's smile tightens imperceptibly and the narrowest of gazes is burning through the MCâs skin
â A few things come to mind, most of them uncomplimentary, as he looks at the colorful ink dancing over their lower back.
â The gold of his eyes is cold as flint when he then raises his head, golden eyes flicking up to meet theirs; full of questions, but the words don't come
â Then, the next moment, heâs behind them. He traces the very edge of the inky design with one fingerâŠ
â There is a strange tension in the air. He lets his fingers rest on the bare skin just above the top of their trousers
â Suddenly, his arms encircle their bare waist, pulling them flush against him.
â His expression belies nothing. He's so close, they can feel his warm breath fanning above their ear when he whispers.
â âTell me⊠what other secrets are you hiding?â
â He lets the fabric drop back into place and takes a step back. Despite the distance, the warmth of his body still lingersâŠ
Leander
ð¡ âWait a momentâ!â He stifles a smirk, "Well, I'll be damned. Quite the statement."
ð¡ Taking a step closer, he reaches out curiously towards it. âMind if I have a closer look? :Dâ
ð¡ He gently runs a finger across the tattoo, a small chuckle breaking past his lipsÂ
ð¡ He gives a playful nod of approval. âItâs really great! You know, I have one myself. Wanna see?â
ð¡ What design would Leander have?
A simple ink tattoo that simply reads âBloodhoundâ
A detailed design of a lion, looking fierce and ready to pounce at any moment
An elegant design of a serpent with its body curled into infinity
A small dagger embellished with lilies
ð¡ He glances over his shoulder, watching the MCâs reaction. âWhat do you think?â
ð¡ Then, they run their fingers over it
ð¡ A slight shiver runs through Leander as he feels their touch. He lets out a huff of air.
ð¡ "Hmm, someone is being a bit bold... That feels... damnââ
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ð Mhinâs eyebrows rise at the sight. They cross their arms, looking at the MC with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.
ð âSeriously? A tramp stamp? How tasteless.â
ð Their eyes narrow as they examine the tattoo. Mhin steps closer.Â
ð Despite their best efforts, their curiosity gets the better of them.
ð âTurn around. Let me look at it.â
ð focused
ð âItâs got a certain⊠flair to it, Iâll give you that.â
ð It takes them a good while to realize what theyâre doing.
ð Theyâre too fixated on the tattoo, their fingers tracing the lines and patterns almost absentmindedly. Once they do, they jerk their hand back quickly, clearing their throat.
ð A hint of red tints their cheeks. "Sorry about that"
Vere
⊠âOh myâŠâ He raises an eyebrow, his voice filled with mischief and faux disapproval
⊠âtsk tsk tsk Tsk TSk TSK TSK TSKâ
⊠He slowly circles around them, his steps slow and measured, gaze fixated on the tattoo on their back. He stops behind them, now standing a little too close.
⊠He lets out a low whistle, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. âIsn't someone a little naughty?â He chuckles, his eyes roaming over the tattoo, taking in the design and details.
⊠His hand reaches out, but not quite touching, pausing just shy of their skin.
⊠"Touch starved, are we?" he teases, a hint of command behind it. âAsk.â
⊠When he gets the response he was waiting for, Vere's smirk widens, his tail swishing behind him in excitement. He takes another step closer, his body now practically pressed against theirs from behind.
⊠His hand grazes softly along the skin at the base of their back just above the ink, his touch feather-light, as if testing the waters. His other hand comes up to rest lightly on their hip, holding them steady against him.
⊠His touch becomes a little harder, a little less restrained, more possessive. His fingertips follow the curves of the tattoo, slowly, methodically. He chuckles lowly, his breath hot against their neck.
⊠âAnd here I thought you couldn't get any more irresistible.â
#verewrites#red spring studios#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved oneshot#ais#ais touchstarved#touchstarved ais#ais headcanons#vere#vere touchstarved#touchstarved vere#vere headcanons#mhin#mhin headcanons#mhin touchstarved#touchstarved mhin#kuras#kuras touchstarved#touchstarved kuras#kuras headcanons#leander#leander touchstarved#touchstarved leander#leander headcanons#leander x mc#kuras x mc#vere x mc#mhin x mc
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ur TUFF ð ðª ur smart ð€ð ur well trained ð¡ð¹â thanks to ur daddy ð§ð»ð€€ sam..... ð sammy ðð ur my favorite â€
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Brilliant emerald mirrored the searching gaze with curiosity, then the thoughts drifting to actually how beautiful the man's eyes were. How rare to see such pure green ones on a man. The blond's hold immediately captured her attention, hips tilting sharply to one side, further accenting sharp curves. An excited, pearly giggle escaped from her lips at such flawless manners and velvet spun words.
âBuona sera, James.â she tried his name on her tongue âYou look like you're seeing a...como si dice; a ghost!â she snickered lightheartedly, amused by flustered behavior
Then her attention was drawn back to Lestat, her face lighting up at his captivating, flirtatious words. She took a seat, although her cheek briefly ending up smushing against his shoulder before straightening herself with a laugh. âPeró signore, you are dangerous with such wordsâ she had to avert her gaze for a brief moment, to avoid red dusting her cheeks even brighter
At his question she fell silent, unsure about the answer.
âFate as in an entity or a concept?â Rosalia asked for clarification. Then an another thought struck her, her mind placing James' behavior together.
âI'm...intruding, no?â soft lips curled into a sad pout at the realization âI should've seen, known, your friend...is not fine with my company. Probably finds it indecent or rudeâ she shifted in her seat, drawing her arms closer to herself.
âI just...don't know anyone here. And am I so hideous or shameful that my fiance escapes to a whorehouse to avoid me? Even the servants left the mansion on his order...I'm so lonely.â the timber of defeated melancholy ran deep, a raw, open, still pulsing wound.
âMay I ask you to escort me back to the cold mansion, that's not indecent? I fear I might not find such chivalrous men on my way.â


Sometimes it was as simple as tracking the blood in the forests of Transylvania and kill whatever was at the end of the trail; low skill jobs, almost like training combined with a hike. The rise of more careful operations regarding high profile targets had her undivided attention, of course many were killed during or had to be put down after these. Her record untainted, her fame spreading like slow churning lava. The news of the infamous Lestat de Lioncourt returning to Europe at last reached the Vatican fairly quickly and the preparations began just as smoothly. He was sought after target, the belief sprinkled within the community that whoever ends his afterlife will have a bright future one in Heaven's ranks. Therefore the Viper had to fight for such glory, to prove worthy yet again. If only they knew her passion didn't stem from the thought of divinity, but the sheer thrill of it.
Her preparing ritual nothing short of positions, stretches that skirted the anatomically impossible. The finishing touches of the dress and the endless surprises underneath was akin to putting on a second skin, locking her thoughts behind a mental wall as well. She simply couldn't go with France's current obsessions regarding female clothing, impossible to orchestrate a quick disrobing, not to mention she wasn't even sure how to sit in those hoops without tumbling back with the chair.
In the warm candlelight her hair glowed bronze, rich waves occasionally catching a lighter color. The rich satin dress was a radiantly deep burgundy with subtle black accents, a mixture of Italian fashion with tiny bit of French influence sprinkled in. A sweet scent with the tiniest bite of alcohol clung to her like a perfume, if the dress and her bit less than graceful steps didn't draw enough attention.
An aggressive staredown followed her accidentally colliding with one of the mammoth skirts, ending with her bursting into rich, deep laughter at the situation. She was slowly making her way through the café, each table quietening whenever the foreign woman in red was near, then increased as she passed with a shrug upon the silent hostility.
Only from one place she didn't sense such quiet loathing, two men, both unfairly handsome.
âScusi-ᅵᅵᅵ her voice akin to honey

The last language they spoke was probably Italian.
âInglese, alright?â hopeful and swaying with a light laugh like a flame. After all she wasn't offered a seat yet.
âI moved to this country...not long ago, for marriageâ her melodic accent carried through in English as well âand my soon to be husband can't be bothered to get out of the brothels. Has me waiting for him in an empty, cold mansion as I was already widowed. Maybe it would be for the better.â she lamented her situation, then decided to offer a velvet gloved hand
âRosaliaâ

#â past verse / the hunter ð¡ | nowhere to hide; the hungarian viper is already waiting in the shadows#ashortdropandasuddenstop#â ic ð¥ | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman#(IM SCREAMING I LOVE THIS SO MUCHðð)#James: ð°#Lestat: ððð#i'm crylaughingð€£ð€£#The sad thing is; that she is absolutely not lying when she says she is lonely. that emotional depth is not part of the role.
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If I must die, then I must die growing
To be reborn
To be reborn knowing
I pushed the veil
Back into dark again
Now let me in
Oh, let me in
#ð¡ out of baldur's gate [ooc]#|| HE'S BACK!!!! HE'S BAAAAACK! ðððððð€ðð€ðð€ððð€ðð€ðð»ðð»ðð»ðð» OH GODS THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD AAAHDHFH#|| Me writing the last of my thesis ABOUT DEATH to this: ð *occasionally headbangs*#Spotify
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TMNT Fantasy AU Pencil Sketches ð¡ðð¡
These are meant to celebrate the TMNT 40th Anniversary, guys ð€ð¥°ðð

Knightess April ready for the battle!ðâ (the fact that i drew her after finished watching Damsel movie!)




ð my fav trio~!!ð€ð¥°ððððð

Bonus!! More Apritelloðððððð¥°ð


Also, April....when did you get the apron? I got a little influenced from anime Dungeon Meshi. Psst...!!! Looks like Donnie love Knightess April wearing an apron ðâºð€ðððððð
ð¡ðAny support like reblogs, comments and likes are GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Toodles, loves!ðâð
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2k12#tmnt raphael#tmnt leonardo#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt mikey#april o'neil#illustration#tmnt donatello#art#apritello#apriltello#knightess april#tmnt au#tmnt fanart#tmnt art#traditional drawing#traditional art#traditional illustration#pencil illustration#drawing#pencil drawing#artwork#tmnt fantasy au#fantasy au#tribunal turtles#tmnt#my art#fanart
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Me: posting close up shots of Sihtric's weaponryðªð¡ð€ð¥°ð©ž
Everyone: HANDS!!!!!!!!ð¥µð«¶ðð»ð


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I don't want another warrior training like we've already had in the former books, but aside from training her Seer abilities, I can also see Elain having some basic and necessary training both for self-defence and to become a spy disguised as an emissary of the NC (because she can definitely be both at the same time). And I definitely see Nuala and Cerridwen + Az, and maybe even her sisters, teaching her a thing or two about how to properly wield a knife outside the kitchen - on her own terms and choice ofc.
Feyre was the bow and arrow, Nesta is the sword, and Elain is definitely the "knife in the dark" (just like Azriel).
I can totally see her carrying a knife/dagger as her weapon of choice under all her beautiful dresses like...
I don't think Elain, nor any other female character (especially in the Maasverse tbh) will lose her "soft femininity" just because she learns how to wield a blade. I think what they choose to do with that blade is what makes the difference.
None of them likes violence itself (except for probably mostly the Illyrians), but they sometimes have to resort to it because they need to. Knowing how to handle a blade doesn't necessarily mean it's for violence or to kill - but to defend, protect and save lives just like she did with Nessian vs Hybern.
She may have some lingering trauma from that incident to process, but I think Elain will see that having a dagger around at times is actually useful and easy enough to hide - and the perfect weapon of spies.
Maybe not even just for self-defence but for random pruning, carving, and slicing things in her garden and kitchen lol... It can be subtle and unexpected, but useful and sharp enough when needed - just like her.
No matter what happens to Truth-teller after HOFAS, I still think daggers and knives will come to play for both Az and Elain.
Maybe he'll even gift her a secret, lovely dagger of her own next Solstice... ð
So that she can...
... in front of Az so he can momentarily forget the existence of air and have something new to fantasize and be tormented about at night ð€ Like "Call me a mistake one more time, you jackAz" ð loljk
Yes, I'm getting carried away.
I can see so many possibilities and potentials for Elain.
She has repeatedly shown the will of becoming more useful and not like how she herself realised and admitted to being like in the first book (because character development, duh). And since she's starting to "show some claws" I think she'll also want to learn how to really fend for herself and not always have to rely on others, especially not Az (not after that Solstice incident) nor her sisters to always come and save her.
She likes domestic things and is the only one among her sisters who is actually good and useful at it, she's a Cauldron-blessed Seer (and now likely also Koschei's next target), but she also has hinted unexplored potential for something besides all that - the stealth, shadows, and secret-keeping = spywork.
She's the perfect housewife-spy like those in WW2 that SJM herself referred to.
Introverts like Elain are always underestimated observers and always so easily dismissed as boring just because their mouths aren't as open as their minds.
Elain knows how to surprise and I think she definitely will again in her book.
Especially with something sharp at your throat the next time you call her boring and useless.
She's the perfect knife in the dark. A beautiful rose with thorns. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. ð¹ð¡âšð
#Can you tell I just watched this film and still somehow thought of Elriel and then got carried away lol#I also want Elain in more blue dresses to drive Az nutts#elain is NOT useless nor boring#spy elain#pro elain archeron#my elain#hi i wrote this at 1 am#elain archeron#elain archeron coded
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#*kills the sirens but makes a âthis guy's crazyâ motion with my finger so the sirens know I don't approve*#ik that part of the song is more like... them admiring odysseus for his ability to make the tough call or whatever#but i always picture it as them being like ð¬ð¬ð¬#ok bud seems a bit extreme but if you insist....#we're gonna change the lyrics tho so you're getting ALL the credit for this move#epic the musical#epic#homer#odysseus#tagamemnon#different beast#the thunder saga
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