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@violentdelightstheseviolentends said: â i think weâre stuck here. â - Rory to Rose
Turning her head over to the other as she hears his words, Rose laughs and tries the door. "I don't know why I should even be surprised at this point, let's just hope there's no plastic mannequins ready to jump out at us." She remarks, looking over at the other. "Have you got anything sharp on you, by chance?"
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charlie opened her mouth to answer and give her story about how she was walking home from a party to another stranger who was probably judging her, but then she went on to say she didn't care. there was something about this stranger that she liked. she was like all the girls she would have admired back home but needed at least three drinks to build up the courage to flirt with then fumble horribly. she seemed so different from the rest of the people she's met so far. she wasn't kind or welcoming, she was straight to the point and blunt with it. charlie liked it. she liked the truth and realness. "okay, i like a challenge," she said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. taking out her id, she handed it the stranger. the picture was old, taken 6 years ago when she was still a round face teenager. her hair long and dirty blonde. eyes wide with an awkward half smile because the person taking the picture didn't count down before taking the picture. no piercings, not dark smudged eye makeup. maybe the picture was only bad because charile remembered what she was like back then, 18 and in the closet, pretending to be someone she wasn't. she doesn't recognize that girl anymore. was it bad enough to make this woman laugh and give her a cigarette? probably not but it was better than talking about being trapped here or something.
she hated newcomers.  truly  hated them.  they always had too many questions and that lost,  sorrowful expression on their faces.  they were often a burden,  panicked for hours,  got hysterical in disbelief,  or tried to run away to fucking nowhere.  yet charlie was different,  her attitude was refreshing in a way rory hadnât seen in years.   â who the hell gets on the highway with fucking nothing ? â   the question stumbled from her with a scoff.  she raised her hand to stop charlie from answering.   â donât answer that,  i donât care. â   she deadpanned,  rolling her eyes. high eyebrows and the ghost of a smirk quickly replaced the bored expression,  though.  charlie was delightful in a way that softened something inside her,  not too much,  but it was there,  making her willing enough to give the girl a different option.   â okay,  letâs make a deal, â   she started,  crossing her arms on the table,  leaning forward.   â if your id picture makes me laugh,  even a bit,  then iâll give you one.  what do you say ? â
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they got their happy ending
#art#artists on tumblr#my art#digital art#drawing#tubbo#tommyinnit#dsmp#dsmp fanart#c!tommy#c!tubbo#dsmp tommy#dsmp tubbo#rory does shit#clingy duo
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Spellbound - Geralt
Spellbound - Geralt
Authors Note: Iâm back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new jobÂ
Warnings: semi smutÂ
Word Count: 4012
Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spellÂ
brothel worker! reader x geraltÂ
Enjoy!
Geralt was going to tear whoever did this to you to pieces. He would gouge their eyes out and make them eat them.Â
That was just one of the thoughts that rang through his mind as he cradled you in his arms, your nose bleeding onto his now naked torso, the shirt you had torn off of him a mere moment ago nearly in the fire.Â
This was not supposed to be how this happened, this wasnât supposed to happen at all. He had made himself stay away for this exact reason, everything he loved was destroyed.Â
The witcher had always been against you joining the group.Â
You had been a brothel worker when you came upon Jaskier six months ago, walking the streets with achy legs from a long shift, smelling of the salt water you had bathed in when you saw a group of men holding him up and beating on him.Â
A yell had crossed your lips and without thinking you picked up a log near your feet, launching at the men and swinging anywhere you could to scare them off, hitting a couple of them harshly before they finally scampered away leaving you standing in the mud with a log and the poor fool laying bloody and beaten on the ground.Â
You had brought him to your tiny rooms at the brothel, helped him clean up and soon enough he was asking you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, watching him use one of your rags to dot at the cuts along his face before shrugging.Â
Anything is better than the life of a brothel worker, right?
Wrong.Â
Brothels didnât have the annoying attitude of Geralt the fucking Witcher. Okay well some did since Jaskier admitted to Geralt being a frequent guest of them, but you had never seen him and you wished you never met him either.Â
He spent every waking moment snapping at you, or blatantly ignoring you when you were trying to ask questions. It was either you didnât exist or everything you did was wrong, and you could never figure out why the way he treated you bothered you so fucking much.Â
Men had done far worse to you in that brothel, but Geralt giving you the cold shoulder nearly brought you to tears? What?
Then again none of the men that came to the brothel were like Geralt at all. None of them had those melting golden eyes or the firm touch of a protector, none of them could turn a sword in their hands the way he does or make anyone feel at ease in his presence.Â
WellâŚâŚanyone but you.Â
Maybe he knew you had feelings for him, maybe he hated your guts. Many reasons why he never wanted to talk to you filled your head and none of them were good.Â
You spent your days obsessing over a man that barely glanced back at you, your horse in the back of the group with Jaskier always a force between you both.Â
Geralt takes a moment to tie the corset of your dress so you werenât exposed before pulling you into his arms and laying you on his bed, moving to grab a cloth from the basin in the corner of the inn room.Â
When he returns to your side he takes a chance to slide the hair from your face, swiping the damp cloth along the blood trail your nose left in soft strokes as he watches you sleep. He would make sure you were breathing and comfortable before he went out and broke some limbs.Â
It had been six months of that behavior, and it was truly beginning to wear you down.Â
The days were spent either passive aggressively ignoring him back for scoffing at any mistake of yours he pointed out. Today was a passive aggressive silent game.Â
He had woken you up by snapping in your face and the months of travel and anger were beginning to catch up so you had slapped his hand out of your face, watching a small amount of shock fill his face before his eyes narrowed in anger.Â
âYou overslept���.again.â In the beginning you would have a snarky retort, something mocking his breath or face, but now you merely rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you packed up your bedroll. He doesnât seem to understand your silent game since he tries to piss you off once more. âWe are going to be behind if you keep sleeping like this.â
It would be so easy to turn around and tell him to shove off, but then he would know he had that effect so you simply picked you belongings up, fixed your boots and walked to the horses where Jaskier sat atop his own.Â
The bard gives you a knowing look as you mount your own horse after fixing everything onto it, legs swinging with a natural ease and a slight warmth on your thigh. When you look down you see Geralt's hand placed on it, and you realize he had helped you up. âAre you angry with me? Or have you lost your voice?â
âJust matching the treatment given to me.â You snark, a feeling of pride in your chest when you see him all but snarl. You kick the horse into gear after that, this time taking the lead as his hand slips from your thigh and he rushes to Roach.Â
By the time he catches up he makes Roach walk alongside your horse, his face furious. âThe treatment I gave you?â
You hum out, moving to speed up your horse but Geralt is too quick, within moments he has the reins of your horse in his hand, pulling on them until you are close enough for your thighs to touch.Â
âAnswer me.â
You hum again, your heartbeat rising and you wonder if he can hear it when his eyes cast down to your chest before looking back at you.Â
âHumming is not an answer.â
You hum once more, moving to snatch the reins but his hand reaches out to grab your jaw. âI need to hear your voice.â
You slap his hand away once more and snatch the reins, giving him a glare before moving forward.Â
âI donât understand.â He grunted to Jaskier later that day, fixing his travel pack on roach as the bard leans against the same post the horses were tied to. You had gone to the market to grab some necessities and when Geralt demanded to go with you he had been met with another empty hum and Jaskier had told him to back down.Â
âSheâll avoid attention if she isnât traveling with a witcher, not to mention she knows how to bargain for cheaper prices when she isnât flanked by your glare.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He growls, watching the bard smirk.
âThe market workers like the attention she can give them-â
âWe agreed she didnât have to do any of that stuff if she traveled with us.â
âShe does this willingly, and even so itâs not the same as in the brothel. She doesnât have to offer up her-â A heavy growl slips from Geralt and Jaskier chooses not to finish his sentence, instead rolling his eyes and moving to his own horse. âI think you would be better off if you just told her you love her.â
âI do not-â
âOh hush. I see you watch her sleep every morn, then I see you yell at her for waking up late because you forgot to wake her up.â He laughs. âAnd I see you hover whenever she mounts and dismounts Lugo. Not to mention the way you give her the bigger rations of whatever we eat and-â
âFuck off.âÂ
Jaskier takes the win and turns away from the witcher, fiddling with the lute while Geralt tries to make himself look busy.Â
After a moment of silence the witcher stands quickly. âWhy wonât she speak to me?â
A laugh escapes the bard once more. âBecause you ignore her any chance you get?â
âI do not.âÂ
âWell I know that. But she doesnât, because you never even bother talking to her. Youâd rather silently pine like a lost-â He trails off when he sees you emerge from the hills, sacks of produce in your arms with a small smile on your face. âFresh hells.â
âThe men were ready to lose their money today boys!â
âDid they bother you?â Geralt growls and you give him a glare back before shoving the sack of apples into his chest.Â
Once he is sure you are breathing properly he covers you with the blanket, before moving to grab his sword, careful not to wake you up.Â
You spend the rest of the day simply ignoring them both, too busy being proud of the way you scammed the merchants and all you had to do was lift your skirt to your knee.Â
Geralt kept Roach near your own horse, and Jaskier took the back for once, all of you traveling in silence until Jaskier begins to whine.Â
âIt has been forever since we slept indoors.â
Silence follows for a moment before Geralt turns to glare at him. âAnd Y/n just saved us so much coin we can each get a room in the next town.â
âThis is true! I did!â You laugh, turning to look at Jaskiers mopey face.Â
âFuck.â Geralt grunts, turning back to the road so he doesnât have to look at either of you again.Â
Jaskier is still sitting in the hall with his lute, strumming softly in the drunken daze as the crowd they had gathered earlier has finally died down.Â
âBard.â Geralt grunts, trying to get his attention. But Jaskier doesnât move, simply keeps his eyes closed as he plays a chord. So Geralt kicks his chin.Â
The bard before him jumps up with a shout before his eyes land on the white haired witcher before him.Â
âI got us all rooms and I found you in a hallway.âÂ
âI was merely resting for a moment.â He sighs, reaching down to grab the ale mug filled with coins he earned from his performance. âItâs hard to be a -â
The silver amulet is shoved in his face before he can finish the sentence, eyes widening as Geralt grunts. âWho gave this to Y/n?â
âThe charming blonde who had been dancing with her all night while you sat in the back and glared.â
âWhere did he disappear to?â
âYou mean after you snatched her?â
By the time the three of you made it to the next town your ass was worn from the saddle and you were a bit wobbly when you got down, Geralt standing behind you and you scoffed as you looked at him. âWaiting for me to fall so you can lecture me?â
He opens his mouth to respond and you find yourself excited that he is actually about to answer back before he huffs and glares before disappearing. And once more you are left feeling like nothing.Â
You watch as he disappears into the tavern before turning to Jaskier. âI asked around at the marketâŚâ
âAbout?â
âAbout work.â
âAh!â He smiles, moving to lean on you. âAnd what did you find for our dear witcher to do?â
âNot for him actually.â Your throat tightens as you struggle to find the words. Jaskier doesnât seem to catch on to your solemn mood.Â
âOh? A performance for me? Iâm sure I can prepare a lullaby or two-â
âFor me.â You interrupt, pulling yourself away from him and crossing your arms uncomfortably as he stares at you.Â
âForâŚ..you?â You nod at his question, trying to gain some power here. âWhat do you-â
âMadame Horchels brothel is in this town, she is famous within word and if I met with her then I am sure I would be set up with a room and a hot meal a day-â
âWhy in fucks sake would you ever want to go back to that?â
Tears were welling in your eyes as he stared at you and you struggled to find words. âI am justâŚâŚtired of feeling useless and patheticâŚâŚâ
âSo you would go back to whoring?â
âYou donât have to act so disgusted!â You snap, shame filling you at his reaction. âI never saw you complaining about my past when I was flirting with guards or-â
âI am sorry, I never meant to judge. I just thinkâŚ..â He sighs out and rubs his face aggressively before moving to pull you into a hug. âItâs been a cold couple days. How about we go in and get a drink, a good night's rest in actual beds before we make decisions? Yeah?â
A hooded figure passes you both to get into the tavern and you simply shrug. âI think my mind is made up Jask.â
âI think it would be a mistake and we would miss you terriblyâŚâŚ..okay I would miss you terribly.â
âWhy would you miss her?â Geralt snaps out from a couple steps away, eyes squinted in an angry manner. He had originally come to snap at you both to watch your surroundings but had caught the tail end of the conversation instead.Â
âY/n here was just rushing a decision. But we arenât gonna talk about that, right now a round of ale on me.â
âYou spent all your coin two towns ago on new strings for your lute.â Geralt reminds, eyes never leaving your figure.Â
âThen I shall make more coin!â He cheers, pulling you into the tavern and snatching the room keys from Geralt.Â
Things escalated from there, and any time Geralt asked about their conversation they changed the subject and he was beginning to lose his mind. Were you okay? Why would Jaskier miss you? Why was he so worried about this? He watched you drink all night, ignoring him, and he watched as many of the men in the tavern asked you for a dance. He knew none of the men were a threat, and you knew how to handle them, even if it got out of control he could have his sword to their throat with a mere minute. So he didnât really pay attention to your dance partners.Â
 But one in particular caught his attention, the hooded figure that had walked too close to you both earlier had emerged from his corner and asked for a dance, and something in Geralt screamed for him to go and get you away. But he didnât, instead he sat back and drank, allowing you room to have fun.Â
The blonde stranger whirled you around and spun you and bought you drink after drink. Your eyes glazed over and your smile was wide enough to split your face, a jealous feeling crept into Geralts chest and the urge to punch the stranger grew and grew as Jaskier played song after song.Â
âCan I get you another drink?âÂ
âHmm?â Geralts attention snaps from your figure to the tavern wench beside him, giving him a small smile.Â
âAnother ale?â
âI think I am fine. Thank you-â She doesnât wait, walking away since she didnât get more coin and when Geralt sneaks his attention back to you he canât help but slam his empty mug down.Â
The stranger had you turn around with you lifting your hair as he placed an amulet on your neck, kissing your shoulder and before Geralt could stop himself he lunged to grab you.Â
One moment you are giggling about the gorgeous, the next you are thrown over Geralts shoulder as he shoves the gorgeous fae away from you, hauling you up the stairs of the inn with no care.Â
âPut me down!â You shout, slamming your hand into his back as he walks through the first hall then up the next flight of stairs.Â
âYouâve had too much to drink.âÂ
âAnd you care why?â
âBecause that man would take advantage.â He growls.Â
âWell he gave me a necklace, thatâs how the business works.â You giggle, reaching up to touch the necklace but the world whirls once more as Geralt places your feet on the ground and pushes you into the wall. His hand stopped your head from hitting the wood but the rest of you was pressed between him and the wall.Â
âDonât do that.âÂ
âDo what?â You ask breathlessly, watching his face with adoration. Had he always been soâŚ..
âJoke about that. You need something then I will get it for you.âÂ
âWhat if I want the prettiest jewels in the kingdom?â
âThen I kill more beasts.â He was dead serious and the hazy feeling was taking over so before you know it you find yourself leaning in to whisper âWhat is I want an orgasm?â
A red tint crosses his neck but his face remains serious as he leans his head against yours to whisper. âThen you ask me.â
And for a moment you canât breathe, you find yourself aching, every part of you wanting to touch him suddenly. But before you can he whispers once more. âBut not tonight. My first time with you will be sober.âÂ
Then the wood behind you disappears and you realize he had pressed you against the door to your room. Landing in a ball on the floor he sends a small smile before slamming the door and the heat that had filled you dims for a moment.Â
But just for a moment.Â
You pull yourself up from the floor, moving to the bed before the aching returns and your body heats up twice as bad. Everything begins going hazy as a sweat covers you and then you lose it.Â
âI need to go.â Geralt snaps, shoving Jaksier to the direction of the stairs. âYou go watch her. Donât let her make any more mistakes.â
âWhere are you- Geralt? What happened?! Hello?!â Jaskier calls after the witcher, watching him storm through the tavern before slamming the doors on his way out. With a deep sigh the bard grabs his jacket and mug of coins before making his way to find the rooms.Â
It had been an hour since he left you in your room and Geralt could not relax himself. Jaskier had just stopped singing and Geralt was still pacing the inn room, back and forth back and forth.Â
The aching hard on he had refused to go away, the image of your dazed eyes all he could think about, and the way you whispered to him had him so close to snapping all together. But he didnât, and you were safe in your room with him just two doors down. But the floorboards creaking by his door caught his attention, and he reached for the sword as the doorknob jiggled.Â
Stepping towards it slowly as it creaks open only to reveal you, standing in the hall in nothing but your dress slip and a flushed face. âGeralt-â You moan out and his knees nearly buckle when you rush in and slam the door.Â
The sword falls from his hands so he can catch you when you come hurdling to him, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Your lips melt into his and you moan in victory when he kisses back, pressing yourself against him as your hands fly into his hair.Â
His own hands find purchase on you hips, and before he can tell himself not to he moves them to start a grinding motion the both of your would like. It stays like this for a moment until you bite his lip on a particularly aggressive moan, pulling back to catch a breath as you press your hips into his harder than before.Â
For a second he admires you, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the moans that he is pulling from your lips, letting out a heavy âFUCKâ when you circle your hips.Â
âPleasepleasepleaseplease.â You gasp out, hands dragging from his hair to his chest before you start tearing the clasps on his shirt, scratching it a bit in your struggle to get it off. âIneedyou, it hurtssobad-âÂ
This makes him hesitate, pulling back a little just as you fling his shirt, your hands flying to undo the slip and he finally catches your eyes. Only they werenât the eyes he had fallen in love with, instead they were a deep red.Â
âY/n?â He asks, heartbeat racing as he snatches your wrists in one hand, the other coming to grab you chin. âLook at me.â
âGeralt, please. It hurts.â You whine and the gem in the amulet glows the same red as your eyes.Â
Dread fills him as he reaches down to tear it off you, the silver cutting you a bit before he chucks it across the room.Â
He couldnât breathe properly as he watched you come down from the spell, anger filling him. You hadnât meant any of this, this had been a spell.Â
He was a fucking fool.Â
âGeralt?â You breathe out, taking in the room before looking at his shirtless torso and the small scratches you had made to get the shirt off. âWhat-â
And just like that you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nose started bleeding as you passed out, he barely caught you before you hit the floor. âFuck.â
You awake mid day- the sun blaring in through the blinds and you do your best to cover your eyes. âOh make it stop-â
âThere are no covers for the window.â Jaskier sighs from where he is laying on the floor. âI tried stealing the blanket from you and you hissed at me.â
âServes you rightâŚ.â You mumble, taking in the room as you realize that last night hadnât been a dream after all and a deep embarrassment fills you.Â
âH-haveâŚ..have you seen Geralt?â You ask, leaning over the bed to look at him.
âHe left around sunrise in a pissy mood.â
âDid he⌠did he say anything?â You felt like an utter fool, and you were doing your best not to be sick.Â
âSaid to watch you so you didnât make any more mistakes.â Jaskier shrugs before yawning.Â
âHe said that? He said mistake?â Your voice cracks as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself.Â
âHe did. I assumed he caught you with the blonde gu- Y/n? Whatâs the matter?â
âIâŚâŚ I have to go.â You rush out, jumping over him to leave the room.Â
- - - - -
Geralt finds Jaskier waiting at the horses when he rides up, tired and cranky, and he gets even crankier when he sees that your horse is empty of all your travel bags.Â
âIs she not awake? Do we need to get a healer?â He rushes out, launching from roach to get to the tavern only for Jaskier to hold the lute in front of him.Â
âShe woke up several hours ago, itâs nearly dusk.âÂ
âThen where is she?â
âGone.â
âGone?â His heart is racing too fast and heâs hoping that Jaskier starts laughing soon and this is all a joke.Â
âI told her you said to make sure she didnât make any more mistakes and she got really sad and started crying as she packed up.â He explains. âShe went to this brothel and they wouldnât let me in but they let her in and she came out to say bye soon after that.â
âShe went to a brothel?!â He snaps, grabbing the collar of Jaskiers dress coat.Â
âDonât blame me! This is your doing!â
âHow. So.â
âYou were the one that made her feel worthless! Never looking at her and always in her business about her mistakes-â
âHer mistakes get her hurt, or worse, killed!â
âThen tell her that! Rather than yell at her all the time with no explanation-â
âWhere is the brothel?â
âItâs no use.â
âWhere. Is. The. Brot-â
âShe made a deal! The madame owns her!â
âNot on my fucking watch.â Geralt snaps, mounting the roach in one fluent move before nodding to Jaskier. âHurry.â
He had to get you.Â
Part Two
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Keyleth smiles and shrugs her shoulders at his question. "It just comes from kindness to thank someone, especially if they were the first person to give you at least a smile in the entire day, but that might just be how I think, not everyone is the same way."
"No, they aren't" that he knew too well. He'd seen too much, lived through too much to be ignorant of that. Not something he was willing to share with anyone, who'd believe him? "You shouldn't need to thank someone for being nice... should you?" that seemed a sad prospect, although he supposed different people had different outlooks.
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In the clover
#dogblr#rory borealis#our rainy spring plus hot summer has made the wildflowers explode#im trying to keep that in mind when im grumpy about it because 23°C by 7am
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have any of the VA liked your work - ship art specifically out of curiosity?
i've seen Kelly's and Jecka's VAs in my likes! and i basically only ever drew Jeckole and Kellari so đ
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My leg hurts so bad why the fuck did I cut myself owie
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s02 ep06: presenting lorelai gilmore sketches <333
#one of my fav eps i think bc of the major princess diaries vibes + the ballroom dancing + the jess interaction at the very very end like a#little treat <3 of c pretending that dean and christopher donât existâŚ..#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#jess mariano#gilmore girls season 2#gilmore girls fanart#literati#gg#art#my art
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#thanks rory#c&c fanart#i considered waiting to answer this until it was actually time to make issue 1057 but realized there was no way id remember to do that
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House & Wilson Ă Touch, Daft Punk Ft. Paul Williams
#a brother you love so much you want to lay with him thigh to thigh in the grave#house md#gregory house#james wilson#hilson#otp: you cannoy stay here - and you cannot go back to where you were#house x wilson#house s8#s8 e19#the c-word#disasterpiece.web#me#rory#oscar#daft punk#housemdedit
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Melinda gently reached out to stroke Birdie's cheek for a moment as she smiles softly at the infant and looks back over at her sister-in-law with the same warm smile. "Oh, I'm sure Chris would be happy to have more but I more so meant it as when knowing the love you have for a significant other or family, that love somehow manages to intensify even more after having a child and it's a pleasant surprise to know that you could have that much love for someone. I'm sure that any more kids would add even more love."
you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. (Melinda to Rory) staring down at birdie with a soft expression as the other woman spoke, the tiny hummed affectionately. she'd thought she loved chris more than she could love anyone else, but when their child had been born, she'd realized there was a love even deeper than the one she had for her husband. different and reaching down to her very core. that wasn't to say she didn't love her husband. she did. more than she could love anyone else she hadn't given birth to, but her love for their daughter was profound. "i'd have to have more to see." she laughed softly, snuggling her infant a little closer to her chest.
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you know that thing big cats do, where they pretend not to notice their cubs sneaking up on them then they do a massive dramatic startle when they get pounced on?
(X)
yeah. that's the only thing I can think of when I see the way the cats on the tyre react to the WOO-WOOO!! of the kittens' train whistle in Skimble's number.
even though Tugger was already in Maximum Sprawl he still managed to fall over backwards.
(Munkustrap said. fix. pat.)
Dominik Hees as Tugger, Alexander Auler as Munkustrap, Rory Six as Deuteronomy, Gerben Grimmius as Skimbleshanks, and Matthew Levick as Mistoffelees. Vienna revival, two days before closing night! 24 June 2022, filmed by @falasta and @cryptidvoidwritings.
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a piggy of the techno variety
#art#artists on tumblr#my art#digital art#drawing#dsmp#dsmp fanart#technoblade#c!techno#dsmp techno#rory does shit
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The most charismatic characters of Final Destination.
#final destination#alex browning#devon sawa#william bludworth#tony todd#clear rivers#ali larter#billy hitchcock#seann william scott#carter horton#kerr smith#final destination 2#thomas burke#michael landes#kat jennings#keegan connor tracy#rory peters#jonathan cherry#eugene dix#t. c. carson#t c carson#final destination 3#wendy christensen#mary elizabeth winstead#ashley freund#chelan simmons#ashlyn halperin#crystal lowe#ian mckinley#kevin fischer
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i had not drawn my oc in a while so i sketched something up because i keep seeing this dress
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