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#when youâre a humanities scholar#and more#like when they ask me what is your blog about#itâs about nothing but itâs actually everything to me#just found this and thought#wow isnât it still relevant#i can tell you all about bouba and kiki but youâd be surprised to know how much of the generally quotidian stuff i have 0 clue about#10k
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#ranma#ranma 1/2#ranma saotome#akane tendo#ryoga hibiki#p chan#aquanutart#FEM RANMA IN A SUIT they are giving me everything i wanted....#i love the little episode intros they're adorable#love how akane gets called out of the audience and looks around so surprised#anyway ranma would definitely mess with ryoga while trying to make themself look good in front of akane#i know akane during the skit was probably like wow ranma! you really made it look like ryoga turned into p-chan! how did you do it??
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like when ur both so gay u float and dance in the air
dont forget your daily clicks!!
#wow more sonadow!! how surprising!ÂĄÂĄ!!#ive been to tired of life to draw anything thats not shadow or sonadow related which. um its something for sure#sth#sonic fanart#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sonadow#nov.aart
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(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...
meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu
#svsss#shang qinghua#shen qingqiu#sqh#sqq#cumplane#discworld#my art#sqq 100% knows how to delegate meanwhile sqh is here trying to run a sect a demon kingdom and juggle a bunch of secret conspiracies#his little rodent heart is going to explode from stress at this rate no qi deviation necessary#i'm gonna need to draw sqh more i really don't know what i want his design to be yet but i like him a lot#if anyone has any sqh drawing prompts send them to me i need some ideas to play with (WITHOUT SPOILERS THOUGH I'M ONLY ON BOOK THREE)#i was scrolling back to see the last time i had drawn cartoony cursing to remind myself which shapes i like to use and wow#it looks like it's actually been a while??? it surprised me because i really love drawing them#i laugh any time i see them in a comic#anyway what are the odds i reread unseen academicals again before the month is through? highly underrate pratchett novel imho#variations of this quote is actually used a few times in the discworld series i think but this is the one that stands out to me#when stibbons reveals just how much power he actually has at the university#*chefs kiss*#the wizards are so dumb i love them so much
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woag .. otp
#fma#royai#riza hawkeye#roy mustang#talking to user chrysopoeias reminded me of this doodle i posted on twitter ages ago#im too dumb to make analysis textposts with my opinions so you get (checks notes) royai experiencing post nut clarity#about how funny i think it is that riza bases all her self value into how useful she is or isn't being#while roy is like wow.. i love riza can't believe she still by my side after all i've done ..#in the hospital scene after the lust fight where roy is scolding her there's a part he says he's going to keep trusting her with his back#and she looks genuinely surprised as if she really expected him to just throw her out because she failed and lost her utility#when he's mostly angry because riza gave up on life so easily and he doesn't want her to die. he can't live in a world without her#riza babe ur so mentally ill <3
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horror movie twins/gansey's magicians/etc
#the raven cycle#trc#pynch#adam parrish#ronan lynch#jun23#actual art#fanart#digital#showed roomie my bluesey last month and she was like wow i'm surprised u drew them first and not pynch!#and i had to be like. well u see thinking abt pynch makes my heart feel flayed open like a fish so bluesey was easier#anyway tho heres: them !#i looooooove when they start going off together to do fucked up magic shit. and how they each get to know the other's powers better than#the rest of the gangsey. like. united in the willingness to commit crimes against god and man for gansey's sake đ#&how they work so well as a team once they have that knowledge of each other?? adam scrying from the front seat while ronan drives?? romanc
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#wow ive been enticed by a game with silly characters#how surprising#regretevator#party noob#pest regretevator#poob regretevator#unpleasant gradient#im so excited to draw all these sillies hehehe#sorry my mac desaturates screenshots when i upload them no matter what i do :(#illis art tag
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angels
#torikasa#enstars#ensemble stars#tori himemiya#tsukasa suou#see because in horoharo theyre reapers as in angels of death thus the wings and crosses motifs in the uniform#this has a premise inside my head. has had one since i first drew these in likeee february ig damn#tsukasa comes from a long lineage of angels of death -it's an important family tradition#whereas tori is an angel of love (aka a cupid)#which gained relevancy much recently in comparison but are very powerful rn#still his family and him often get underestimated and so on#tsukasa angel of death also lines up with how he will come to meet ritsu and so on....... many thoughts here#ra*bits are in the dreams section also#as in they make people have nice dreams <3#soñar con los angelitos#eichi has recently been investing in the love section because he found it could be useful and therefore met tori and such#wataru is technically also love because full of love and surprises but theres something clearly off about him#and so on. wow thats so much longer than i thought it'd be ill shut up now#art tag
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Historians having takes on frev women that make me go đ compilation
Sexually frustrated in her marriage to a pompous civil servant much older than herself, [Madame Roland] may have found Dantonâs celebrated masculinity rather uncomfortable. Danton (1978) by Norman Hampson, page 77.
The Robespierres sent their sister to Arras because that was their hometown, the family home, where they had relatives, uncles, aunts and friends, like Buissart who they didnât cease to remain in correspondence with, even in the middle of the Terror. There, among them, Charlotte would not be alone; she would find advice, rest, the peace necessary to heal her nervousness and animosity. Away from Mme Ricard, who she hated, away from Mme Duplay, who she detested, she would enjoy auspicious calmness. It is Le Bon that the Robespierres will charge with escorting their sister to this neccessary and soothing exile. [âŠ] If there is a damning piece in Charlotte Robespierre's case, it is this one (her interrogation, held July 31 1794). She seems to be caught in the act of accusing this Maximilien whom she rehabilitates in her Memoirs. She is therefore indeed a hypocrite, unworthy of the great name she bears, and which she dishonors the very day after the holocaust of 10 Thermidor. Charlotte Robespierre et Guffroy (1910) in Annales RĂ©volutionnaires, volume 3 (1910) page 322, and Charlotte Robespierre et ses mĂ©moires (1909) page 93-94, both by Hector Fleishmann.
Elisabeth, as she was popularly called, was barely past her twelfth birthday, younger even by three years than Barereâs own mother when she was given in marriage. On the following day the guests assembled again in the little church of Saint-Martin at midnight to attend the wedding ceremony of the handsome charmer and the bewildered child. Dressed in white, clasping in her arms a yellow, satin-clad  doll that Bertrand had given her â so runs the tradition â she marched timidly to the altar, looking more like a maiden making her first communion than a woman celebrating a binding sacrament. Perhaps the  doll, if doll there was, filled her eye, but certainly she could not fail to note how handsome her husband was. Bertrand Barere; a reluctant terrorist (1962) by Leo Gershoy, page 32.
The young nun who bore the name of Hébert did not hide her fate. She did not wish to prolong a life stifled from her childhood in the cloister, branded in the world by the name she bore, fighting between horror and love for the memory of her husband, unhappy everywhere. Histoire des Girondins (1848) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 8, page 60.
Lucile in prison showed more calmness than Camille. Before the tribunal, she seemed to possess neither fear nor hope, she denied having taken an active role in the prison conspiracy. What did it matter to her the answer they were trying to extract from her? They said they wanted her guilty? Very well! She would be condemned and join Camille. This was what she said again when she was told that she would suffer the same fate as her husband: âOh, what joy, in a few hours Iâm going to see Camille again!â Camille et Lucile Desmoulins: un couple dans la tourmente (1986) by Jean Paul Bertaud, page 293.
What did it matter to Lucile whether she was accused or defended? She had no longer any pretext for living in this world. She was one of those heroines of conjugal love who are more wife than mother. Besides, Horace lived, and Camille was dead. It was of the absent only that she thought. As for the child, would not Madame Duplessis act a mother's part to him? The grandmother would watch over the orphan. If Lucile had lived, she could have done nothing but weep over the cradle, thinking of Camille. Camille Desmoulins and his wife; passages from the history of the Dantonists founded upon new and hitherto unpublished documents (1876) by Jules Claretie.
Having been widowed at the age of 23 [sic] years, Ălisabeth Duplay remarried a few years later to the adjutant general Le Bas, brother of her first husband, and kept the name which was her glory. She lived with dignity, and all those who have known her, still beautiful under her crown of white hair, have testified to the greatness of her sentiments and austerity of her character. She died at an old age, always loyal to the memory of the great dead she had loved and whose memory she, all the way to her final day, didnât cease to honor and cherish. As for the lady of Thermidor, ThĂ©rĂ©zia Cabarrus, ex-marquise of Fontenay, citoyenne Tallien, then princess of Chimay, one knows the story of her three marriages, without counting the interludes. She had, as one knows, three husbands living at the same time. Now compare these two existances, these two women, and tell me which one merits more the respect and the sympathy of good men. Histoire de Robespierre et du coup dâĂ©tat du 9 thermidor (1865) by Louis Ernest Hamel, volume 3, page 402.
Fel free to comment which one was your favorite! đ
#frev#french revolution#frev compilation#hampson: if women were uncomfortable around danton itâs because they were sexually frustrated!#fleishmann: two men in their 30s can ultimately decide whatâs best for their sister whoâs also in her 30s#also itâs totally unreasonable for charlotte to disown her brothers after their death when her life was possibly in danger#(and even though they pretty much disowned her while they were still alive)#lamartine claretie bertaud: françoise and lucile wanted to die since there was no longer any point to their lives after the husbands died#hamel: a good way of finding out which side was bad and which side was good is to look over how slutty the women on each side were#wow are you seriously surprised the view of women held by 19th century authors isnât exactly top modern?#âŠno comment#claretie should technically get a pass since he thought the journal of sanson was an authentic source#But it was so spectacular i couldnât contain myself#also a shame i couldnât remember where i read the interpretation that the reason simond Ă©vrard was wary of charlotte corday#was bc she might seduce marat when alone with him
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zoro and kiku's whole thing was so fun and endearing :) like never underestimate the besties potential of a Hater and a 12 ft tall swordswoman that he keeps bullying into breaking her cover. but when he saw her severed arm flop down 100 feet from the roof in onigashima and just went fuuuuuuuuck. kiku. can someone toss me up there i think my girl just got maimed
#can't believe the first thing he says to her is wow you're a big woman and she's like haha yeah <3#like it's surprising how careful the crew is about making sure the samurai have THEIR MOMENT and then he sees her arm and is like nvm#nvm get me up there why the fuck and i wasting time with y'all#roronoa zoro#kiku one piece#one piece#wano arc#and a few episodes later when robin was like yeah i also saw the severed arm. sorry.#it's 7 am why am i posting one piece. i have a job. im working my job rn#zokiku
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𫶠obligatory niko post
#THE FELLOW ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COLORED. but then I was like whatev about it and it looks nice w just the sketch#so#technically itâs a sketch if I donât do lineart rightâŠâŠ.. my sketches are just v clean#the fellow and niko lore goes crazy FR. cannot wait for playful land on en#my fave father son duoâŠ..#fellow is fun to draw tho!!!! Iâll probably do a full piece of him one day#surprised at how well he adapted to my style#OK I YAPPED TO MUCH. WOW#fellow honest#twst fellow#niko cimarron#twst oc#twst#twisted wonderland oc#twisted wonderland#twsisted wonderland#ashipiko draws âȘ
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pressure spoilers btw quick heads up
is there like human sebastian solace x reader fics out there i already found some in this website and a03 but ngl i want more of it (but i understand why there's a lack of it đ there's barely any information of his human years other than he was accused of murdering 9 people lmao) (and yes i know he's canonically married to zerum but I DON'T GIVE A SHITE đŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđ„đ„đ„đ„đ„ /silly)
#i actually already have a plot of this#basically it's an x isekai reader story#(wow how surprising)#where reader already finished the game and all of that#reader goes to sleep. but wakes up in a whole ass new place.#chaos and miscommunication happens. reader is panicking BUT O EM GEE THEY CONCIDENTALLY GET AT SEBASTIAN'S HOUSE ?!?!?!??#reader doesn't even know that the dude is THE sebastian until they do a double take and they go#âyo wtf??? did i time traveled or some shit ???????â#it's also a slow burn đ€«#but who knows when this will be out. will probably create this if i have enough movitation and confidence.#okay enough yapping let's get to the actual tags#pressure#pressure roblox#sebastian solace#sebastian solace x reader#sebastian solace x you#roblox#FORGOT TO MENTION#BONUS POINTS IF READER DOESNT KNOW SPANISH AHAHHAHAHAHA
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Yooooooo, you write fan fictions, don't you? Halloween is, like, right over there *points*. would you be willing to do one of mhin taking sparrow ghost hunting? and maybe even having a "guest appearance" of a certain shadow manipulator?
if this has already been done, could you point me in the right direction?
thank you~
I've never seen a fic like that but omg. This is such a brilliant idea, I love how all the pieces come together so perfectlyâVere being said to be responsible for his fair share of local ghost stories, mentions of Mhin and haunted houses in the Uquiz results⊠Premium thoughts. I had a lot of fun writing this, ty for giving me the prompt!! :>
It took a couple of extra days but it's also longer (~2900 words) so hopefully that makes up for it. p.s sorry if u meant it to be more gen bc I wrote romantic pining lol Volume Warning! Ambiance (~BEAUTIFUL FOX NOISES) for y'all /j
Cold Spots
You pull your cloak tighter around yourself, sheltering your remaining body heat from the howling wind. Â
You ignore the shiver that creeps down your spine.
Youâve been warned that the night is chilly in Eridia at this time of year, but you havenât quite scraped together enough coin to afford more layers. So you huddle closer to the swaying lamplight of the Wet Wick, attempting to leech warmth from the cheery (if occasionally overwhelming) atmosphere of the bar. Youâre on edge, wary about straying too far from the Wickâs affable open doors and the balmy light spilling out of them.
You crane your neck to peer as far as you can around the corner without moving, eyeing the myriad of nearby alleyways, all full to the brim with shadows, searching for a familiar splash of moonlight and blue sweeping through the night.
 Thatâs when you feel eyes on your back.
You freeze, all of your senses on high alert.
âYouâre where I asked you to be.ïżœïżœÂ Mhin says in lieu of a greeting. You startle, reeling around to face them. Even when you're expecting them, they have the uncanny ability of sneaking up on you.
âYou say that like youâre surprised.â You chide, in mock affront. âYouâll notice that Iâm also on time.â Your giddiness shows on your face, a smile tugging at your lips.
âDonât act so pleased with yourself,â they snipe while rolling their eyes, âfor anyone else, thatâs the bare minimum.â They frown, looking you up and down with their arms tightly crossed. â...Is that what youâre wearing?â
Any further quips you have for them die in your mouth, drowned out by nervous chuckling. You realize they must be asking (in their own way) if youâre not going to get too cold. You know you could just ask Leander or Kuras for some seasonally appropriate attire but youâd rather not rely on further charity if you canât help it. Hence: âIâm, um, warm blooded?â You mean to inject an appropriate amount of bravado into your voice, but it comes out as more of a question.
Mhin sighs, long eyelashes brushing their cheeks as they close their eyes for one long moment.  âSometimes I wonderâŠÂ Fine. Letâs just get going.â
The floorboards shriek beneath your feet as you step across the threshold. The entire shack seems to groan and sway, protesting audibly against the wind. You stick close to Mhinâs back as they hold their gas lamp up, casting an eerie glow about the interior of the abandoned building. Their keen eyes do a quick sweep before they nod decisively and usher you inside with a single precise motion.
The bellow of the wind sounds almost like a scream as the door shuts behind you.
âSo, what are we looking for, exactly?â Your voice comes out hushed, the haunting atmosphere insisting that you behave accordingly.
âLikely nothing.â Mhin responds. âActual ghost sightings are very rare. And of those, few recorded instances come from trustworthy sources. People in Eridia can be quite superstitious. Count on rats or other pests. Itâs more plausible that this is a mere infestation rather thanââ
The roof above your heads gives a long, low creeaaaak.
You both pause for a beat, listening to silence.
âHow would we know if it's a real ghost?â You ask, more out of curiosity than anything. Youâre not about to waste the opportunity, if Mhin is willing to keep talking.
âDepends on the type of ghost.â Another protest from the floorboards as Mhin wanders further into the dark. Since you donât have a lantern of your own, you have no choice but to follow close behind. Unless you want to stumble around with nothing but the shatters of dusty moonlight cast through the cracked windows to guide your way.
Mhin and you make a quick round of the small building, finding it mostly empty, only a few pieces of broken furniture left behind. You draw closer to the back wall, carefully avoiding moth-eaten curtains, heeding Mhinâs warning about a small step. Based on the layout, you think this place might have been a bar or entertainment hall of some sort. You imagine it had a nice, cozy parlor at one time, though now itâs fallen into squalor. As Mhin examines the walls for signs of pests and other clues, you examine the graffiti strewn across them: crude jokes and lewd drawings, mostly. Some scattered names, belonging to people and gangs youâve never heard of before. Â
Framed in the center, though, there's a huge riot of colorful paint. An abstract painting with no proper canvas. It's beautiful, somehow, though hauntingly morose. The artist has contained their work in a neat square, not a single streak of color escaping the precisely imposed prison. Youâre not sure what the intent of the artist was choosing somewhere like this to display itâŠÂ Â
âIs there a type of ghost that makes artwork?â You wonder aloud. You almost wish that Mhin would hand you the lantern so you can get a better look.
Mhin clicks their tongue, sparing barely a glance toward the makeshift painting. âI wouldn't define that as art.â Mhin follows the line of the wall to the corner, their lantern held up to the wall. âThatâs justâŠpaint. If youâre looking for ghosts, try looking for scratch marks. Those are a possible indicator, though not always a reliable one. A sudden feeling of hot, or coldâany otherwise unexplainable temperature change. A strange odorâŠâ
You give the air a sniff. â...I donât smell anything. Do you?â
âDust. Rotting wood. And youâve stopped using Leanderâs bath soaps, which Iâll commend you for. Why anybody would want to smell that strongly ofââ Mhin stops and gives a short whiff, their mouth slightly parted. Their brows furrow. âIt is unusualâŠI don't see or smell any signs of rats or roaches. No vultures eitherâŠâ
âMaybe something else scared them away?â You posit. You shuffle closer to Mhin, not liking the way the shadows around you seem to flow and ebb the longer you look at them, your mind making up shapes. Thereâs a silly part of you that wants to feel Mhinâs cloak between your bandaged fingers as reassurance that theyâll stay close. Theyâd probably hate to know that you see them as something to cling toâa source of comfort, safety.
You try to take another step closer to further dampen your trepidation, but instead you trip overâ somethingâand stumble directly into Mhin. They catch you on impulse, strong and quick enough to steady you with one arm while holding the lantern with the other. You breathe an apology, your lips bumping against their chin as they help you get your feet back under you. Â
You both search the ground to determine what knocked you off your balance.
It's a dirty old rug, rucked up at one edge. Â
A long line of what appears to be claw marks lies half uncovered below it. Mhin kneels beside the marks, studying them intently, carefully moving the rug to reveal yet more splintered wood. âIâm not sure what could have done this,â they admit. âThe marks are fresh, but none of the dust was disruptedâŠâ
The floorboards groan another protest, though it bounds off the walls in strange ways, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where the sound originated.
âAural contortions.â Mhin announces. âAnd a feeling that youâre being watched. Reflective surfaces will behave oddly as well. Hold this.â Mhin hands you the lantern (more: shoves it into your grasp, really) reaching into their satchel. Their nimble hands pull out a handful of alchemical concoctions, one which shines like the inside of a seashell, a tiny silver locket, which they flick open to reveal a small mirror. Thereâs symbols etched into it, so old and worn away you canât make them out.
You draw the lantern closer at their behest, illuminating a small smile spread across their face.
Is Mhin âŠHaving fun?
âIs there anything I can do to help?â You ask, hoping they donât notice the warmth in your voice. Getting scolded would kind of ruin the mood.
Mhin glances up, blinking at you like they almost forgot you were there. Their tongue peeks out, wetting their lips as they consider. âYes,â they finally agree, âwould youââ
The lamplight is smothered by an unknown force.
The cracked streams of light from the window are gone, leaving you in darkness.
Mhin swears, their voice distorting as if they are suddenly very far away. A moment ago they were crouched beside you, but the shadows surrounding you are so inky you canât make out their silhouette at all. Instinctively, you reach your hands out in front of you before freezing and reluctantly forcing them back down. If both you and Mhin end up stumbling around with hands outstretched, thereâs a possibility that they might accidentally grasp onto you and disrupt your bandages. (You wish you had given into your desire to hold onto them earlier.) Â
You whisper their name, frantic, hoping they can hear you.
âIâm here,â Mhin assures you, their voice pitched low and cautious. You feel the gentle press of a foot against yours, a light tap of reassurance against the side of your sole. âStay close.â Thereâs a brush of fingertips against your back. âIf the entity is particularly powerful, it will be able to move objects,â Mhin cautions, âbut a ghost should never be capable of causing harm to humans directly. And thereâs not much in here that it could throw. Just stay calm. If you donât keep your emotions in check, it will only be more incensed.â
Light flashes through the room again in a spotlight, guiding your gaze to a particular area of the building.
The abstract mural is defaced, dripping black liquid splattered boldly across the wall like arterial spray. You retreat a step, feeling something wet beneath your feet. Thereâs a sharp, astringent tang in the air. Musty and earthy-floral. Old velvet and leather, parchment and fresh paint.
You realize, with a sinking feeling of cold terror, that the black ichor on the wall spells your name.
   Eyes on you. Â
Touch like a gossamer spider web. Brushing against the nape of your neck.
âMhin,â you whisper urgently. âSomething justââ Â
The cold hits you then. Bone deep and all consuming. Judging by the way Mhin swears, they must feel it too. Whatever this unknown entity is, itâs close. And it wantsâŠ
Shadow flickers, fingers reaching for you, claws grasping, white glint of teeth.
Mhin sneers audibly, reaching for you and reeling you in by your cloak just before the figure can snatch you up. Their arm wraps around you, guiding you with them as they recede. They sweep their stiletto in a wide arc and you hear the clang of metal on metal, though you have no idea what it was that Mhin hit. Their night vision must be immaculateâyou can hardly see more than the fresh glint of their stiletto blade.
âTurns out it is a vermin infestation.â
A bark of laughter. Â
Very familiar laughter.
The door starts to rattle on its hinges, moving to the rhythm of Vere's glee. Mhin walks over to it, dragging your shaking body with them. With a definitive kick from Mhin and a final cackle from Vere, the door bursts open.
Mhin tugs you out into the open air and slams it behind them.
âAwful fur-bag.â Mhin spits the words out like the mere thought of Vere leaves a bad taste in their mouth.
Youâre far enough away that the black paint clinging to both of your shoes is no longer leaving footprints, but you canât say the same about the bone deep cold.
Youâre shivering so hard your teeth start to chatter, adrenaline magnifying the chill in your bones. How did Vere even do that? You rub your arms and nearly stumble into Mhin in the process. Their features twist into a half-formed scowl, eyes sweeping you before softening into something more delicate.
You find yourself staring into eyes that seem to catch the moonlight, words caught in your throat.
âYouâre freezing.â Mhin murmurs, resting a hand against the curve of your cheek, testing your temperature.
Youâre surprised at the contact. Mhin is always so careful about touching youâitâs something you appreciate, usually, this unspoken agreement between the two of you; Mhin doesnât ask intrusive questions, just makes silent hypotheses and treats your personal space with care. You appreciate itâusuallyâbut sometimes, (constantly), you wishâŠ
Mhinâs thumb pets against your jaw. They glace away from you as they do, unable to hold your gaze, but they donât remove their hand, even as the moment hangs heavy in the air. Their hand is soft, you think, fingertips like silk, though you can feel the thick calluses built up at the meat of their palm. Likely hard won and harder lost, trophies from their time as a freelancer and whatever secret misfortune befell them what led them to Eridia. Unthinking, you nuzzle into their touch, luxuriating in the coveted feeling of skin on skin. You have half a mind to turn your head, press your lips against their calluses, kiss them like youâre drawing poison from a wound.
Mhin catches your chin between their thumb and pointer finger. Their grip is assertive, certain. Youâd worry that youâve angered them somehow, but the intensity of their gaze, the subtle tilt of their head, the flush of their cheeks, the featherlight caress of their breath on your lipsâŠ
âYou think they mightâ
They back away abruptly in one smooth stride. Their hands work quickly at the intricate clasp on their cloak. Oh, now theyâre really looking away.
âWear this while we head back. You didnât come to this city to die of cold.â
They look at their bracers pointedly as you hesitate, as if itching to adjust them. You slowly reach out and put the garment on.
The trek back to the Wick is uneventful. The occasional star glances out from the pall of clouds constantly lingering in the Eridian sky. You look for the waning moon, finding its reticent light and following it home. You return Mhinâs cloak at the door, careful to hold it in a way that allows them to take it without having to touch you â touch your bandages. Â
Mhin looks, oddly, a little reluctant to see it returned. Youâre not sure how else you can possibly read their body language. Their hunched shoulders, the downturn of their mouth, their uncharacteristic lingering. Holding the cloak in their hands like they canât quite decide what to think of it.
They let out a sharp breath.
Mhin levels you with a pointed glare as they settle their mantle across their shoulders, affixing the clasp without need to look down. âBuy some warmer clothes.â they order, âTell Leander that the contract is complete and the buyerâs âghost problemâ is solved. The building should be fine for renovations, just tell them to start their renewal project on a day when the Senobium is actually holding Vereâs leash.â
 âYouâll come back for your cut tomorrowâŠ?â Confusion rolls off your lips.
âNo.â Mhin crosses their arms again. âI just told you to buy some warmer clothes, didnât I? Consider it hazard pay.â Again, that disgusted tone Mhin reserves for Vere. âEven with that taken into consideration, youâll still owe me, though. Donât forget. Iâll collect some day; everyone does in this city.â
Youâre not sure what to say. Mhin is insisting that this is just a loan, and you believe that wholeheartedly. But that doesnât mean it isnât charity. Mhinâs also offering you transparencyâan open disclosure of the deal youâre agreeing to. You take their cut, buy what you need, and resolve to pay it back when you can. And if Mhin needs something similar in the future, youâll return them in kind. Â
You think you stumble over your words a little, but you agree to their offer.
âIâll be back to collect another contract. Hopefully something thatâs not a waste of my time.â
And a promise to come back is a promise to see you again, isnât it? To include you in their life? Is that what youâre supposed to take from this? That Mhin cares for you, even if they wonâtâ
 Or is it your foolish heart, showing you a path that isnât really there? Â
âGoodnight, Mhin.â You say the words, but their back is already turned, steps already taken.
  âŠÂ EXTENDED ENDING...? âŠ
You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.  It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you. On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort. You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. âVere, whatââ âShhh,â he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. His breath is hot against your skin. âI only came to keep you warm, pet.â
âŠHeat Signature (Vere Continuation) ->
#Mhin is an ABSTRACT ART HATER that is my headcanon looll#WHEEEE HAPPY SCARY SEASON!! I HOPE U LIKED I HOPE U HAD FUN#you get to choose if sparrow screams and vere lols and says peace out iâve had my fun orrrr#itâs an open ending :)#Wow Vere u ruined date night#ummm Sparrow Mhin is not only careful about touching you for your own benefit#Mhin is also. White knuckling their self control.#If they let themself touch even a littleâŠthey might just want to touch a lot#this whole thing is just: how many tropes can I pack into here?#yaâll think ghosts are real in TS universe??#wouldnât that be interesting⊠>:3#ALSO THE EXTENDED ENDING IS ME PLAYING WITH THAT HORROR MOVIE TROPE WHERE THE CREATURE ETC ALWAYS COMES BACK AT THE END#Mhin x reader#surprise! vere x reader - just a smidge??#Touchstarved Game#Touchstarved game fanfic#mhin touchstarved#toxintouch: {pick} prompt {your poison}#thatâs a stupid long tag but i think itâs funny tbh so iâm#toxintouch writing
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it has been so interesting to see that when male artists do something eccentric especially in their lyrics the audience is like he is a genius you donât understand and is almost expected of them. while female artists especially with a large women audience, step a bit outside their artistic zones because of very major life changes (re taylor and halsey this year etc) then suddenly everyone is at their throats and calling them cringy because you already went with a headset about how a certain album is going to sound and will be about, and decided not to let the art sit with you for a day at least but instead record your first opinion of it being wow thatâs weird. itâs almost as if women cannot be weird in art and the attitude translates to other things as well. we always need to maintain a clean polished surface even when we are struggling mentally and physically. the culture of viewing male artists as suffering artists which turned them into geniuses almost to an extent where they cannot function and connect with the ânormalâ society needs to die.
#this obviously isnât centric only to halsey and taylor but i have been hearing tons of stuff from men about em when like just consider it#isnt for you maybe! and you obviously can dislike music thatâs not the point but the double standards are fucking insane#and i havenât heard halsey yet but i know the themes their new album is about and how male reactors are responding to it and thatâs almost#wow not surprised yet disappointed!
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JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS (2020) // JULIE E OS FANTASMAS (2011) 1.01 - Wake Up // 1.01 - Enfrentando Fantasmas -> Julie meets the Band.
#julie and the phantoms#julie e os fantasmas#jatp#mine#mine:gif#storytime: when i was in middle school i found myself to be obsessed with julie e os fantasmas (jeof)#and by watching it i have learned some words in portoguese which - later in my life - i have always wanted to learn better#besides that - in middle school i used to wear julie's iconic side ponytail !! i was THE biggest jeof fan like EVER#i used to watch it with my little sister and i would pretend i had some ghosts friends as well - popping out of my stereo (lol)#so... flash forward to 2020. i can't recall HOW i found out about jatp... it's just that i have heard of it and i was like hold on...#does this have to do anything with jeof? so i was super intrigued and watched the pilot and YES!! a brand new up-to-date remake#of my favorite tv show as a kid LIKE WOW. and idk i thought it was somehow underground as the og one ... saw NO ONE talking about it online#until up recently when i got back on tumblr (actually 2 years ago) and i saw there was this LIVELY community of people appreaciating this#show AS MUCH as i was appreciating the og as a youngster.#goes without saying that it was so surprising to me and it healed parts of me that i didn't think needed to be healed. wow. just wow.#i have never posted content for these two bad boys#mostly bcs i was salty that jatp was canceled (ugh) until now!! i hope you enjoyyyyy#ALSO i remember as a kid i was watching jeof on tv right? but i had missed some episodes so i remember LMAO going online and there was this#website (like a random person's own website) that was hosting all of the episodes. my very first experience with streaming series online
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Note from artist: This woke Akaashi up and he counted to seven thousand sheep
Translated with permission, artist on Twitter (@LemonMelon00)
#LemonMelon00#haikyuu#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#bokuaka#volleyball training camp#fukurodani#konoha akinori#you have no idea how happy i am to tag that :)#he only appears for a frame though :(#i put a surprising amount of effort into the sfx wow#katrina posts#translations
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