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tlou-reid · 1 year ago
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thinking about not writing for stranger things ever again (def doing this bc Noah schanpp is a nasty piece of shit) and instead writing for finnick, sejanus and young!coriolanius snow
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chloesimaginationthings · 4 months ago
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Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF security breach..
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notherpuppet · 11 months ago
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“Just because you see a smile, don’t think you know what’s going on underneath.”
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riickgrimes · 7 months ago
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I know who you are. You're Fire and Ice, right? Which one's which?
CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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celestialalpacaron · 3 months ago
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A quick Overlord Husk AU crumb comic between Alastor and Husker’s dynamic yaaaaay
Anyways there’s a reason why Husker’s a recluse :} And Alastor being one of the very few people who knows why makes me giggle 🤭
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rissaito · 9 months ago
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“don’t cry, my child”
i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…
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giselles-dumping-hat · 4 months ago
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So Act 3 is going great,
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coffee-scrub · 6 months ago
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Coffee break ☕️
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obsob · 1 year ago
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once more around the sun!! :3
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egophiliac · 16 days ago
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Do you have any final theories/desires for Book 7 Part 12?
(slamming fists on table) I DEMAND MORE CHE'NYA
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sophfandoms53 · 8 months ago
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Anyway shout out to Dewey who constantly looked like he was having the worst time of his fucking life in the pitches
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Just an 11 year old pissed off at the world it seems😭
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labannori · 4 months ago
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I finished reading Trc and am finally making art for it! Hooray!
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puppyeared · 3 months ago
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GUH
@chipper-smol
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gloriousfckingpurpose · 10 months ago
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i know they underutilized the frankenstein aspect in the movie but it really does feel like the creature was perfectly created for lisa regardless. from what we saw, he spent his whole life lonely; dead parents, isolating social life, failed romantic prospects, the whole shebang, but he never gets to do anything about it because he dies, suddenly and unstoppably. until he’s suddenly alive again and the whole world is different but there’s this girl who tended to his grave when nobody else would have given him that respect, who’s experiencing the same things he did who actually has the chance to get back at the people who didn’t care for her, one tiny bit of familiarity to him… of course he’s going to kill for her just to see her happy.
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eeriedragone · 5 months ago
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„L´altro giorno ho visto il titolare
Aveva gli occhi gonfi, la giacca da stirare
Mi ha visto, si è girato, stava male
Aveva gli occhi vuoti, la barba da rifare“
(„Non ho che te“ – Luciano Ligabue)
Tanslation below cut:
I saw the owner the other day
He had swollen eyes, a jacket that needed ironing
He saw me, turned around, was sick
He had empty eyes, a beard that needed redoing
(„I have only you“ – Luciano Ligabue)
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tojisun · 3 months ago
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CW: noncon; omegaverse stuff so ruts/heats + power and hierarchical omegaverse dynamics; shift in balance of power; claiming; gn!reader; rambly as hell bc im writing this while sleep deprived but! the worms. they are going through it!!!
alpha soap who, traditionally, goes for omegas but you—
oh, how he wants you.
it was a fortunate coincidence, one that has johnny turning to the lord if only to give his thanks because he knows that none of this would have been possible if he just happened to be even a minute late. ‘this’ being the shift in the wafting scents that filled up the little, and on the brink of bankruptcy, bookstore in the corner of the street.
it’s never packed in the weekdays so johnny often goes there to unwind when his senses are overstimulated, feeling his eyes straining in their sockets and his throat closing up almost like he’s having an allergic reaction—he’s had it checked before and leslie said he doesn’t have any allergies.
patches are advertised but no one in this town ever sees them as priority because of how archaic the town still remains, but also because almost everyone is bonded. don’t mind the fact that scent patches are not only for single folks but whatever.
point is that if johnny was tired, he would find reprieve in the bookstore long enough that he was able to gather his bearings and brave another trek around the city because a mission is still a mission, and overloaded senses just needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.
today should not have been any different. today should have just been another quick break; another quiet lull as johnny forced the buzzing senses into silence enough that he could think again.
today should have just been another day.
but then johnny was opening the door to the bookstore at the same time that someone was walking out—knobby shoulders bump against his—and johnny’s emotions flare up, eating at the reason straining at his mind. something like a storm explodes in the corners of his head, and johnny really should have realized then what it was.
it was not just oversensitivity. it was not just another bout of overloaded senses. it was—
something warm churns from the base of his stomach, before winding down his body until it pools on the plane of his spine. it felt like molten glass or liquid mercury; dragging. marking.
sticky. liquorice.
johnny breathes in, the air passing through his mouth instead. then, something buttery—like wine aged within the barrel—erupts on his tongue. it tastes like honeyed new wood.
like an alpha in a rut.
he turns, suddenly hyperaware of everything, before lashing his hand out to reach for the stranger before they could leave. the touch not soothing, and it has the alpha growling at johnny. the sound rumbles from the base of your throat, like an alligator’s bellow, and yet it made johnny’s gums ache. they want his teeth to gnaw. to tear. to mark.
you growl again, this time in warning, and johnny has spent enough ruts to understand what you want. you want to leave. to hightail out of the shop and maybe even the city, before crawling into your bed—not a nest, johnny trills to himself, not with how clean your scent is because you’re unmated—to spend your rut alone.
lord, would you fuck your own fist? or fuck a toy for your knot? would you fuck your hole too? fill it up too, or could you only cum if you are the one doing the filling?
whatever it is, johnny promises to overwrite your lonely experience. he’s here now, after all, isn’t he? and don’t alphas need help?
so johnny still doesn’t let go, his strength exceptional especially against an alpha whose rut is beginning to swell. instead, he replies to your growls with a snarl, one that is ripped from the rumble of his chest, before showing off his jagged fangs.
it is an archaic way of challenging an alpha, and he knows that no one follows the tradition anymore, but habit is difficult to change and johnny finds himself posturing against you, a shocked alpha whose raging storm of lust flickered just enough to allow johnny to fully tug you out of the bookstore and into the little winding path away from the streets. you protest, trying to shake him off, but you are so, so weak and johnny is so, so powerful, and he needs to do something before he could even think about letting you go.
johnny’s seen it done a handful of times back at the base. it’s not something price usually dishes out, but it was something everyone knew he could do. and one that he could do well. johnny remembers seeing it for the first time and thinking that betrayal will never even cross his own mind because there is something far worse than having a target on one’s back and that was—
it was to—
force an alpha into submission.
johnny remembers kyle’s interest and ghost’s morbid curiosity. hell, he even remembers his own anticipation when their captain had dragged a traitor to the centre pit by the scruff, his pheromones overflowing and stifling like a heavy fog. johnny remembers how john had made it seem so easy; how he was able to coax a gentler scent out of connors when price had cornered the alpha to the point that he bore their captain’s full weight. then, johnny remembers the marking.
the way their captain’s teeth dug into connors’ skin before tearing, and tearing, until the bite took. until the mangled mess left on connors’ olive skin would be a permanent fixture.
until connors’ alpha scent turned softer. prettier.
(price led connors to his room, and the two stayed there for days. no one questioned or teased because they all knew that bitching an alpha sometimes was better than breeding an omega.
and their captain had all the rights to call dibs on connors.)
johnny remembers all of this as he leads you away. his palms have turned clammy, gums aching once more with need. with ever-growing desire. he hears you hiss at him, snapping that he better let you go and that he fuck off before you do something he’d regret but johnny is deaf to all your threats because they’re empty.
lord, he knows you could even barely stand up straight right now—your knees knock against each other with every wobbly step. but he lets you talk; lets you use your words as shield because johnny keeps leading you away from view.
he sees a secured nook, one that was hidden away from prying eyes—you’re his, after all—and begins to settle.
to prepare for the feast now that the hunt’s over.
he pushes you forward, until all your front is pressed against the wall. your cheek is smooshed, tiny pebbles digging into your skin, and he knows that all of that would be unpleasant later when the adrenaline’s gone, but johnny can’t find it in himself to care. because he follows soon, folding himself over your back before burying his face on the crook of your neck.
you freeze. johnny takes that moment to take a deep drag of your smell.
your scent fills his senses once again, overtaking his coherence and bypassing his rationality to drown himself in the strong aroma wafting from you. it’s too good, too delicious, that it has johnny rumbling, pleased with himself for picking you up all for him because you will be, and are, his now.
the weight of his tongue and the throbbing of his gums echo his thoughts.
his. hishishis—
“god,” johnny croaks out, the first he’s said since this ordeal. “you smell absolutely divine.”
“sir. sir, please—”
“shh,” he says, pulling the collar of your shirt back. “it’d be over soon.”
“no— sir! i don’t— please—”
blood bursts in johnny’s mouth and his alpha sings in pleasure.
mine. mineminemine.
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