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potpourrifandoms · 2 months ago
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A collection of Pete Complete fanart that I realised I hadn't posted yet. If you like RimWorld, I can't recommend his channel enough! This is all from his most recent series, The Paragons of Pandroth.
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grapefruit185 · 1 year ago
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pete white is an oldhead goth and introduces orpheus to bauhaus! this show is so full of music refs, i am FEASTING
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calciumcryptid · 1 month ago
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Kinn would use pet names because he is the type of dork who would find them genuinely romantic.
Kim would use pet names because he thinks it gets him a good grade in boyfriend, a normal and possible thing to want to achieve.
Vegas would use pet names because he is trying to exert ownership in the ways deemed socially acceptable, but he has to be pretentious about it.
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blaithnne · 3 months ago
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CBS Ghosts is my new guilty pleasure so take my new OCs. The Blanchet family were distant French cousins of the Woodstones who visited the house in the early 1900s, only for a violent house robbery to take the life of their youngest daughter, Mercedes, and her loyal self appointed guard dog, Horse. Only 8 years old, it takes some time for Mercedes to understand her fate, and for some time she’d be very distressed that her family seem to be ignoring her. On the bright side, the other ghosts are there to try and make things easier, though the misfit collective have a hard time caring for a child given their circumstances, and conflicting ideas on how best to raise a little girl.
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Of all the ghosts, she is closest with Thorfinn. He has a soft spot for the little girl.
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cloysterbell · 3 months ago
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Pete, I need you to stay here.
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karpsicles · 9 months ago
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excellent arms race vid from okc (x)
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veliseraptor · 4 months ago
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Pete was hungry.
Of course he was hungry; he hadn’t had any blood for days. He wasn’t even sure exactly how long it had been, without the reference of regular sleep. All he knew was that it’d been a while, long enough that consciousness was starting to get blurry and he was having a hard time thinking of anything else past the need, the hunger. 
He hadn’t been this hungry in a long time. Definitely not since he’d started working for the Theerapanyakuls. It took him back, in a bad way. 
He was supposed to be dead. He’d expected to be dead. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t.
Pete’s eyesight was sharp enough to see the door move before it opened and he closed his eyes and went limp, hoping to look unconscious. Footsteps on the floor and he could sense it even from here: fresh blood. Living flesh. His mouth watered and his fangs lengthened involuntarily, all his thoughts washing out to a red, desperate haze of want. All his control burning away like he would in sunlight.
“Hello again,” said Vegas’s voice. “How’s my pet?”
Pete tried not to move. Tried not to twitch. He imagined getting free and sinking his fangs into Vegas’s neck and even now flinched away from the idea of hurting, biting, one of the family. 
“Stop pretending,” Vegas said. “I know you’re awake.”
Pete pressed his cracking lips together and opened his eyes a sliver. Vegas was lounging on the bed, leaning back on his hands. His shirt was unbuttoned as usual, and Pete’s gaze zeroed in on his exposed throat, the motion as his heart pumped hot blood through the artery there. He could hear Vegas’s heart beating, or maybe that was just the roaring of hunger in his own ears.
Vegas just looked at him, lips curling into a mocking smile. He didn’t seem scared, or concerned, or any of the things most humans might feel in a small room with a hungry vampire on the verge of losing control. 
Vegas stood and moved closer. Pete tensed, body bracing for pain even as it screamed at him to attack. 
Vegas clicked his tongue. “You’re thirsty, aren’t you,” he said. He leaned forward and Pete clamped his mouth shut before he could lick his lips. “Poor boy,” Vegas went on. “So deprived.”
Just kill me already, Pete thought, but he didn’t say it. He’d started to wonder if Vegas was planning on starving him to death. It would take a long time. 
That’d be a good thing if he’d been hoping for rescue, but nobody was coming for him. 
Vegas reached out (the fine veins in his wrist, right there) and caught Pete’s chin, grasping it almost gently and turning his head back and forth like he was trying to find his best angle. 
“I could fix that,” Vegas said. 
Please, howled the increasingly animal part of Pete, but he had enough of himself left to recognize that anything Vegas offered him was going to be poison somehow. It was just so hard to think, to remember that in the face of the wanting.
“Not interested?” Vegas said. “Let’s see if I can change your mind.”
He left the room again and came back with a glass, a towel, and a knife. He sat down on the floor leaning against the bed, set the glass down next to him, held out one arm, and clenched his hand into a fist a few times. 
Then he took the knife and sliced into his own arm at the elbow. 
Shallow, but the veins ran close enough to the surface that it started bleeding fast; Vegas grabbed for the glass and tipped his arm so the blood started to dribble into it. His eyes stayed on Pete and Pete’s eyes zeroed in on the blood. He could smell it from here, sharp and tantalizing, and Pete jerked involuntarily against his bonds.
“Oh,” Vegas said, smile filled with vicious satisfaction. “You are interested.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Blood dripped into the glass, spattering the sides. It welled up bright, fresh red in the crook of Vegas’s arm. Pete was so hungry.
“Should I ask what you’ll give me for it?” Vegas asked. His voice was casual, just the slightest edge of mockery on it. 
“Nothing,” Pete croaked. 
“Mm,” Vegas said. “Stubborn.” There was a finger’s width of blood in the glass now. Vegas’s eyes were fixed on Pete, nailing him to the floor. 
“I don’t want it,” Pete lied. Vegas laughed.
“That’s weak,” he said. “You don’t really expect me to believe it, do you? I know you’re hungry. I can see it. If you got loose right now would you even be able to stop yourself from draining me?”
Maybe. Pete had good self control. It felt shaky right now, though. 
Vegas bent and straightened his arm, refreshing the flow of blood. The smell was stronger now, brighter. Pete wondered how it would taste. He’d never had blood like this, almost straight from the vein. And Vegas just watched him with that smug, vicious little smile. 
“Look at you,” he said. “Good Pete, Tankhun’s loyal little dog, and when it comes down to it you’re just another blood-addicted animal.”
Shame washed through Pete but it couldn’t get much of a purchase when it was set against the hunger, mindless and terrible. He could feel himself starting to tremble with it.
Vegas set down the glass and picked up the towel, pressing it to the wound he’d made. He held it there, eyes still on Pete. Pete’s hands curled into fists and he had to focus to relax them. 
When Vegas pulled the towel away the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. He picked up the glass and swirled the blood inside around like it was wine, then pushed himself to his feet and sauntered over to Pete. The smell of blood got even stronger and Pete just managed to keep himself from lunging toward it. 
“Here,” Vegas said, voice low. “Let me give you a taste.”
Pete should have said no. Should have tried to resist. It was almost a relief that there wasn’t much he could do to stop Vegas from putting the glass to his mouth and tipping it, blood lapping at his dry, cracked lips, still warm. Pete’s eyes rolled back in his head at the first taste, and he didn’t know if the intensity was for how long he’d gone without or because of how fresh the blood was. 
Then blood filled his mouth too fast and he was choking, his head jerking back so it spilled down his chin and over his chest, dripping onto the floor. The glass pulled away and Pete let out an involuntary sound of loss before he could bite it back, his mouth and nose still full of the smell of taste and smell. 
There was a strange mix of expressions on Vegas’s face: satisfaction and scorn and a touch of disgust. 
“What a mess,” he said. “Look at all that wasted blood.” Pete stared at him, dizzy and embarrassed and furious. And still hungry, appetite barely touched by the little he’d managed to swallow.
“Still,” Vegas said after a couple seconds of silence. “Maybe we’ll do this again later. If you’re good.”
Then Pete was alone again. The blood itched as it dried.
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unlawfulchaos · 1 year ago
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Bradley, on the phone: Hey Uncle Sli! I just used your prank on Ice, he's never gonna guess who did it-
Ice, from the other side of the house: BRADLEY, I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!
Bradley, yelling back: UNCLE SLIDER APPROVED IT! IT WAS HIS IDEA!
Ice: I AM COUNTING TO TEN.
Bradley: Shit, he started counting, I gotta go, Uncle Sli. It was worth it!
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driftershunt · 1 year ago
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MAVERICK DOODLES!!
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abovetherainandroses · 9 months ago
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this progression of photos I took during the lean. help
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paleode-ology · 1 year ago
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peter and steph: “if I loved you, I’d let you know”
also peter and steph:
- “you’re crazy about me >:)” steph maybe turn down the bedroom eyes
- “i only go on dates with guys who ask me out, which you’ve never done, BY THE WAY >:(“
- “I’m done” with what????? I thought you WEREN’T crazy about Steph? Isn’t that what you said, Pete? Pete?
- “You had to go and seduce [me]” hmm so you HAVE been seduced? Is that right?
- “who’s the victim when you shoot me looks?” okay so who’s obsessed with who again?
- “if I loved you like you should be loved” this is the most romantic thing anyone has said in the entire hatchetfield canon
- “babe” (which Steph calls Peter outside of the refrain btw. “you bet they can, oh babe, you bet they can”)
- “I need a lover Man” steph who was that for. if it was fanservice that’s fine
- “I mean we’re graduating anyway” so we ARE trying to make this work. Is that what you’re saying Pete
- “I’m a sapiosexual, you’re intellectual” say that again Steph. What was that. I thought you’d “never go for a geek who’d spend the prom in a stall”
- “I cut my lover losses when I can” isn’t the point of this song for you to convince him that he WASNT ever a possible lover. are you saying he could be, steph. Look me in the eyes, stephanie.
- *oh fuck oh shit we’re standing too close fuck can’t let you know I want to kiss you* THREE SEPARATE TIMES
- *both believe the other is using them*
- *dramatic circling each other, turning away before IMMEDIATELY turning back to face each other*
- steph very dramatically playing with her hair while avoiding eye contact looking VERY conflicted. keep talking girlie.
- *tries to let the other leave beanies first* this is chivalry guys. guys.
- tbh just the fact that the whole dialogue leading up is Steph accusing Peter of being in love with her while he proceeds to point out how she’s initiated literally every major interaction they’ve had. like go on girl keep digging yourself into this hole.
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callsign-daydream · 8 months ago
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Maverick: I noticed you haven’t been speaking up in class. Phoenix: I promise I’m still paying attention. Because each class discussion is like a train wreck, and I can’t look away. Watching two frat bros arguing about a plane they’ve never flown is like watching two Alexas talk to each other.
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yujeong · 2 months ago
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Sammon watched the pool scene of kpts episode 14, found it amazing and said "I want to write that in a show, too." Unfortunately, she never got to watch the post-credit hospital scene.
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chicagocubsreactions · 3 months ago
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PCA with an inside-the-park homerun to tie the game, rounding the bases in approximately 14 seconds. [8/23/24]
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polar-equinoxx · 2 years ago
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Not Maverick giving Charlie a yellow rose…
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glxybld-mustdie · 1 month ago
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That’s it I spent the last 10 minutes looking at stories and I gathered this informations:
1. GERARD. IS. SO. CUTE. he’s my girlfriend and I love him so much (@the-sun-personified sorry hun ily too but understand me on this)
2. MIKEY WAS ON STAGE WHILE FOB PLAYED AND HE WAS SCREAMING THNKS FR TH MMRS THAT SONG IS OBVIOUSLY ABOUT HIM
3. THANK YOU MEREDITH I REALLY NEEDED SOME ANDY CONTENT TODAY (also love the fob bracelet she has I’m gonna copy it so bad)
4. FRANKIEROPICSSS DESERVES AN AWARD I WANNA KISS THEM ON THE FOREHEAD FOR ALL THE FRANK CONTENT FROM THE FEST
5. FOB POSTED PICS AND THEYRE COOL GO CHECK YALL
6. THEY ALL LOOK SO HOT IM GONNA CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP TONIGHT THANK YOU
alright I think that’s it thank you for coming to my rant
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