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eggsistential-breakdown · 5 months ago
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Ian and the twice-divorced gray-eyesed rift Ian from the first chapter of @reblogincarnation-blues's fic!
anyways the closest experience I've had to the the feeling of reading the second chapter is taking my roommate to the ER for four hours for suspected appendicitis only to come back with a UTI diagnosis and an antibiotic prescription. and it breaks your one year streak of roommates getting appendicitis. in a good way.
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letheology · 4 months ago
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A post about Mina's tattoos:
Mina spent a lot of time in the Cave of the Nadir when they first came to the Neath. It started out as pure curiosity. Once something catch's Mina's attention, they'll go great lengths to pick it apart, to try and understand it. The Nadir was a challenge, and one they could not be dissuaded from taking on. They didn't have many connections in London yet. There was no one close enough to stop them.
At some point that they don't remember, the obsessive curiosity turned into a coping mechanism. When the weight of their past and their present became too much to bear, the Cave would welcome them.
They never meant to become so completely infused with irrigo, but it was a fun curiosity when they realized what had happened. Something new to explore. It was easier to sneak around. People watching was a treat. Their journalism benefited, in a way. It was fun until it wasn't. They encountered more and more holes in their memory. People they no longer knew, words they no longer understood. Writing became an issue. They got lost outside their home.
With the help of their partner Aldous, they devised a solution. Something that would balance out the irrigo, neutralize the effects on themself and others. Aldous shaved their head, and tattooed the correspondence into their scalp in violant ink.
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cinamun · 8 months ago
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Happy Anniversary Cin!!!
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Mannnn… what an accomplishment - let us celebrate you! G’on and spin around!!
Building an entire world; cultivating it for years. Growing along with your characters, breaking your own heart, evolving.
And still having time for side stories, projects, challenges (and snatching my soul every Halloween) ??? GIRL.
That deserves all the cake. All the wings. All the Henny. All the pats on the back. For anyone who’s ever tried to write a story, gave up, picked it back up again.. you get it.
Congrats to wrestling this beast to the ground for as long as you have. Gratitude for bringing so much to all of us readers. And I’ve told you this before, but thank you so much for cultivating and mediating this community 🖤🤘🏾 cheers! 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃
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Legit have no words!! All I can do is cry in my hennessey at this point!!!
CHEERS FRIEND AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
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astrum-aetherium · 1 year ago
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Imagine…you’re a student in the Greek class and Julian asks Henry to tutor you. He’s a strict teacher 😉
this idea honestly has me torn, as i strive after academic achievement above all at all times and my pride would therefore never let me get a tutor... however, something's telling me that henry would pose the sole exception ;)
yes, he would agree to tutor you — anything to feel intellectually superior over an academic match, i'd say — but he would be so condescending about it. i'm talking that should be obvious, although maybe not to you level of condescending. snark remarks every time you propose the wrong form or come up with a false translation. he would be degrading in the slightest of ways, sometimes so nonchalant it wouldn't be entirely noticeable, but it would nevertheless accumulate to an overall ruthless picture. he would have you seated at his desk, pacing and circling you like a vulture at first so as to intimidate you and put you on the spot, and then simply ensconce himself in the nearest armchair and read whilst you translate a passage.
upon your being done, he'd rise, slowly trudge over, and lean over your shoulder so as to read. out of the corner of your eye, you'd watch him, observe each minuscule shift in facial expression — how his lips would twitch into a slight grin, alerting you that you've messed up already.
"no. absolutely not."
reluctantly, he'd correct you — explain to you to the best of his ability. not without a painfully patronizing, snobby air, of course, which would leave you feeling even more useless than you did before you started. and yet, learning from him would be quite alluring in the most antithetical of ways.
the tutoring wouldn't transpire without its benefits, of course. whenever you'd be done with your studies — and he would always make sure you've done everything and sometimes a little extra — he'd offer you a drink, and then, sometime into the night, you'd end up perched in his lap in the armchair. here, the outcome completely depends on the combination of his disposition and your academic effort: you'd either end up getting spanked for each embarrassingly wrong answer you gave; riding his thigh but being stopped by his strong grip mere moments before your orgasm would come to fruition; or with your spine being pressed flush against his chest, legs spread widely, and his fingers toying with your clit until you'd writhe and whine and beg of him to let you come. he not always would — only if you'd been sort of good enough for his standards. during it, he would make sure to lowly and silently whisper chants of degradation in your ear: how badly you perform and how much better he keeps expecting you to be, and yet you keep disappointing him, which gets you in these barren situations.
on the most special of occasions — only if you had been flawless — he would place you on the desk and drop to his knees before you to reward you for the accomplished work; actually fucking you would be even more seldom. the perfection that would take on your part, however, would be quite hard to achieve: due to your being more than distracted in his presence, you wouldn't always be able to rise to the transcendental standard he'd have set up for you. your mind would be muddled to say the absolute least, wherefore you'd be more likely to mess up — which means you'd get teased to hell and back, degraded, and on dire occasions not even treated to an orgasm instead of being pleased to your liking. however, you'd keep consulting his services nevertheless.
only for the tutoring, of course. even if you wouldn't need it that much. who knows — maybe pretending to know less than you do would get you places you wouldn't have dreamed of otherwise.
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gmaybe666 · 7 months ago
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knowing that I have the power to bring multiple fanart ideas to life from multiple fandoms but not the immediate time and that I have unmedicated adhd and procrastinate everything
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childhoodtheme · 1 year ago
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SUCCESSION
2.10, This Is Not For Tears || 4.10, With Open Eyes
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doggerell · 5 months ago
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whatever
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0nl0n · 1 year ago
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drew these two to try to get rid of my art block 🥲
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I kinda wanna revive them (though they are dead lmao)
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femmefaggot · 1 year ago
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negaiishipping · 2 years ago
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HELP???  loved the new pokeani episode but I feel like I’ve been conned!!! Snivy was in the ep for like 2 seconds and then she DISAPPEARED :((((( I LITERALLY MADE A SCANDAL BC OF SNIVY AND THEN THEY SHOWED HER FOR 2 SECONDS ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿
I’M SUING WHOEVER WROTE THIS EPISODE I’M SO ANGRY,
DON’T GET ME WRONG. It was such a beautiful ep but, but.............. SNIVY?????????????????? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE OMG
JUSTICE FOR SNIVY
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iloveasmr · 1 year ago
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extrovert ed talktober day ten ruined me.
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mishkakagehishka · 2 years ago
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Sits down to write, thinks about Mika for a stupid amount of time instead, doesn't write a single word
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thegreenpea · 2 years ago
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Thinking about the beauty about poetry tonight on this cold windy night
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huewrite · 1 month ago
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Pronouns
I think we all can agree that sometimes we have a brain break moment. We misspeak. It happens. We apologize and move on and try to do better in the future.
Don't be like Mother Hen and refuse to get the pronouns of the person you are going to maybe kill right. It's just rude.
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Make a shapeshifter happy today. Work on those pronouns (or at least check out the chapter).
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pantone-palette · 5 months ago
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Upset I don't have the specs to run Glaze OR Nightshade!!!! RIP I fucking HATE AI and it's going to rip off so much of my work that I want to post online!!!!!
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extragalaxtic-cosmos · 5 months ago
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