#I will remember you always
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bonimess · 2 years ago
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"I finally began to understand...what it means to live..."
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dyrewrites · 3 months ago
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Before Deluca -- be careful who you eat
Careful of footing, I kept light and quick, though not near as quick as he—nor as light, his footfalls unheard even by my ears. We had our target in seconds, with my arms to pin theirs and Lucient to keep a nail at their throat in case they fought.
They didn’t. Beyond a gasp for our fangs they said nothing and I should have noticed how their eyes shined. But I noticed only the heady sip of their blood.
And the gun.
With a distinct click of being readied, its scent was next to us, too close to us.
Aimed at Lucient’s head.
“It’s okay, Mar,” the neck we were in assured, giggling as we pulled away, “they’re just vampires.”
The gun was lowered, with a scoff, “then this would’ve been useless.”
“You don’t have to stop,” our prey said, smiling wide and white, her teeth far larger than expected—no fangs to speak of but they weren’t human either, ever so slightly pointed every one. Our expressions earned laughter, “really, you can take more, it’ll mess you up a bit, but not much.”
Her armed partner, another woman from what I could tell, added throaty laughter to the first, “my Bren here’s got the least maddening blood, but lot of you bitey types get drunk on us. Even had a few follow from the last town. Clingy things you can be.”
My love, was as far as I managed for confusion.
Lucient didn’t fare much better, I’ve no idea, treasure, but her blood sings so sweet...it begs me back.
Heady song it is, I agreed, as even the sip we had sparked in new ways, thrumming through my veins, vibrating along my skin and begging me to take more and more and more.
So more we took, and ‘Bren’ swooned for our gentler bites and deeper draw, “Mm, this one’s so warm and sweet, the other so sharp and cold...I might cling.”
Her swooning stretched to moans, hands finding our heads to hold us tighter—our own holds lost to the taste of her.
A stronger hand yanked hers free of us before it set itself on my shoulder, “alright, that’s enough, off the wife.”
Lucient was tugged away next and after licking what dripped off our own lips, we lost ourselves to the thrum of the blood and went for one another’s.
That blood took what desires we held, ever-present for our want of the other, and set them aflame. Memory whimpered of ichor in how it heated us, but what we supped was not near so numbing and greedy. Close to draining an inebriate, we were essentially drunk, only more so. All sensation sang with desire, enhancing all we felt, all we wanted—it was fortunate, for all involved, we wanted one another and not a bloodbath.
Inhibition did vanish in its embrace, however, as did decency. With no idea what we’d tasted, we were gifted more of their laughter—in purred giggles—as Lucient yanked me into bushes.
Now, dear reader, you would probably enjoy an account of our drunken roll in the dirt and rocks, and I would enjoy relaying it for you. Problem is I do not remember it.
I recall my love’s chill lips and icy fingers digging into my coat to shove me so sweetly into the grass...
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guccigarantine · 1 year ago
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shout out to the very drunk girls in front of me at the fob concert who pulled me up into their row so I could see better and kissed me on the cheek
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river--ghost · 9 days ago
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work all night on a drink of rum
daylight come and me wan go home
stack banana til the morning come
daylight come and me wan go home
come mr tallyman tally me banana
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come mr tallyman tally me banana
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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
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daylight come and me wan go home
day
me say dayo
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day
me say day
me say day
me say dayo
daylight come and me wan go home
a beautiful bunch of ripe banana
daylight come and me wan go home
hide the deadly black tarantula
daylight come and me wan go home
lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
daylight come and me wan go home
six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
daylight come and me wan go home
day
me say dayo
daylight come and me wan go home
day
me say day
me say day
me say dayo
daylight come and me wan go home
come mr tallyman tally me banana
daylight come and me wan go home
come mr tallyman tally me banana
daylight come and me wan go home
dayo
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daylight come and me wan go home
day
me say day
me say day
me say dayo
daylight come and me wan go home
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captainjonnitkessler · 4 months ago
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>Join a union
>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on
>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members
>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on
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morganbritton132 · 7 months ago
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No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.
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ottosbigtop · 5 months ago
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I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts
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tired-and-swaggy · 23 days ago
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ionomycin · 8 months ago
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verified-villain-fxcker · 1 month ago
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This might be the last time we see Tom Hardy Venom on screen so I just wanna say, from the bottom of my monster fucker heart, it has been an absolute pleasure to go through this series with you all these last 6 years.
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claypigeonpottery · 4 months ago
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painted some of this with my fingers.
for authenticity?
no. I didn't want to wash my brushes
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bacchuschucklefuck · 4 months ago
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no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~
#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#figueroth faeth#riz gukgak#adaine abernant#fabian seacaster#gorgug thistlespring#kristen applebees#fh class quangle#my! class swap thing! I guess this is like the poster for it now#got overinvested and finished it properly instead of winging it lol#in closeup order: cleric!gorgug; bard!riz; rogue!fabian; sorcerer!kristen; barbarian!fig; artificer!adaine#this one does have the harpoon gun I'd give fabian during sophomore year but literally only figured out for this piece lol#I like how it looks tho Im glad I hashed it out#thinking abt power armor adaine a lot tbh... she has the transhumanist audacity. she's villain-adjacent enough#to attempt unspeakable acts of body improvement#(its funny bc to wear a rig like that would Also demand a certain level of physical strength from you)#also yeah this is the thing with riz holding a megaphone that got me considering#its fun! it fits the aesthetics! maybe it'd grant him range for bardics#maybe he gets to keep that Im just not sure how he'd carry it around lol#fig gets to have all of her makeup... I like almost never remember to draw it usually kdsjfhdjk listen. I just forgor#I always forget makeup is real#also dont ask me what's in kristen's thermos it Is usually tea but you truly never know#sometimes its soup. it can be lighter fluid. soap perhaps. hot chocolate#also if u come knocking on my door abt kristen's somatic in this piece: I wont be home#she gets to be gross especially bc shes funny and 17yo and gay. we give it to her#okay I. whoo I should lay down. finally I can move on to other things#cheers! wahoo. yahha perhaps
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mawguai · 25 days ago
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Wound, unwound
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just-an-enby-lemon · 4 months ago
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The thing about jonmartin is that Martin wants to be a romantic, he loves poetry and probably watches romance but for him it is a fantasy, a silly game he plays. Martin is at his core very cynical. Things don't work out for him so he doesn't really belive in romance, it is a pretty dream but that's it. He is pratical and realist. Dating Jon he has to remind himself it is real and he actually struggles with romantic gestures, it is something he has to remind himself to do, to remind himself he can do even and honestly who even has the energy and what if Jon doesn't even like it?
Jon on the other hand wants to be cynical. His first coping mechanism was pretend the things he was afraid of weren't real and goddam if he isn't afraid of love. It didn't really work to him so far so it's easy to pretend he doesn't care. But he is a romantic at heart. He saw love and he read about it and he has enough evidence that it is undeniable. And to be honest Jon was always to much a bunch of mushy feelings hidden in a grumpy (and bitter and afraid) trench coat. Dating Martin he has to hold himself so he isn't too much. He plays the grumpy unromantic guy at first. But he just can't stop giving flowers and planing dates (this is the guy that saw a theme park on a fear domain and considered how he wanted to take Martin to a romantic ferris whell date [until he discovered Martin was afraid of them]) and making all the silly things one does when in love.
TR: Martin is deep down very cynical about love but wants to/pretends to be a romantic and Jon is deep down very romantic but wants to/pretends to be cynical about love.
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amvipod · 4 months ago
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charlie’s uncle knew a guy who installed pacemakers in his garage for a hundred bucks and the rest is history
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dreadcartel · 1 year ago
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Missing the love of my life again (Fry’s Electronics in the early 2000s)
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