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asukaskerian Ā· 3 months ago
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#1 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Feast your eyes on the most badass cosplay you have ever seen! The font of manliness, the peerless master, the only rival Bing-ge will ever have...!!!
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#2 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Perfect replica of Cheng Luan, I pumped iron for six months for the all-natural chest muscles hahaha, and there's even a little sword charm matching little sister Mingyan's for the gege appeal! This cosplay will be debuted in full during the next great Shanghai convention, come and get your photos after the contest!Ā 
#3 Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
Awww the little charm is so adorable!!!! Secret brocon Liu-gege~Ā¤*Ā 
#4 Cang Qiong Mountain Stair-Cleaning Manager
The all natural chest is also cute >:3c
#5 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
... Is that a repurposed Japanese kimono? Are you honestly saying that covering the sober, dignified, strong-and-silent Liu Qingge's body with fancy belts and embroidery to break up the outline of *the wrong garment entirely* and distracting the viewer via slutting it up is good cosplay?
My apologies, I have unfairly maligned you -- it's a YUKATA. For those who don't know the difference, it is exactly that of silk versus cheap cotton.Ā 
Just like the difference between an actual effort-grown chest and one shaped with badly blended makeup. There are still fingerprints in the hollow by your left lower ribs. Tssk.
#6 grass your mother and fuck your horse
Everyone pack it up, the quality check expert has shown up to close the threadĀ 
#7 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
#6, I have no issue with the cosplay itself but don't present it as the best and manliest when you can't even be bothered to source a local hanfu. The cosplay contest judges will laugh him out of the lineup.Ā 
By the way, regarding the charm... Tyrian does not mean *green*. You might assume this is Airplane's lackadaisical approach to continuity but out of seven color references to Liu Mingyan's sword charm, six were synonyms for purple and amethyst and other lazy bullshit, and the seventh was a reference to her veil, which is, let's consult the database... lavender!
#8 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Someone looked at my abs reeeeeal close there... Jealous??
You keep going about quality control like we could actually source authentic materials, you remember we're in real life? Who cares if it's not real so long as it gives the right feel? Spoken as someone who's never gotten off his gamer chair and can only piss on the efforts of others, do better if you can
#9 The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
/eating popcorn by the bucket
(things are heating up in the war god fandom!!!!!)
#10 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
You know what, I think I will. See you at the contest.
#11 The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
:O GASP
#12 Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
#11 ditto, :O GASP
#12 Little Sister Connoisseur
#11 #12 ditto ditto, :O GASPGASP
#13 grass your mother and fuck your horse
Yeah ok i'll also give it a gasp.
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kinardsevan Ā· 2 months ago
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fuck-it friday
tagged by my beloved @perfectlysunny02, and I'm currently working on a lil somethin' somethin' for y'all based off that "baggage". this floated into my head today, so this is what you get:
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ā€œMaybe he just needs time,ā€ Tommy offers, lifting a hand to gesticulate at the invisible offer.Ā 
Eddie narrows his gaze at Tommy, giving a slight scowl. ā€œWhat time? Heā€™s had months of time.ā€Ā 
Evan clears his throat, pushing up off of the chair. ā€œI-ā€¦I think he means more than just space, Eds.ā€
Eddie looks over at Buck, and then back up at Tommy, whose gaze is now on his watchband that heā€™s twisting nervously. Tommy looks up at him nervously.Ā 
ā€œLook man, I-..ā€Ā 
ā€œNo thatā€™s a terrible fucking idea,ā€ Eddie retorts. ā€œSo not only is my son hundreds of miles away, but I should stop reaching out and let him think Iā€™ve completely given up on him too?ā€Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s not what-..ā€ ā€œHeā€™s trying to suggest-..ā€Ā 
ā€œNo!ā€ Eddie growls. ā€œHeā€™s my son!Ā  And beyond that, I donā€™t understand why it matters so god damn much if I want to be left alone for a few days. Itā€™s not like anyone had a problem with Buck wanting to jump off the 118 a few weeks back.ā€Ā 
Tommyā€™s gaze suddenly shoots up in Evanā€™s direction as his expression shifts from one of concern to one thatā€¦Evanā€™s never seen it on his face before, but thereā€™s a definitive degree of pain in his eyes.Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€ He rasps. His breaths are shallower, quicker. ā€œY-you what?ā€Ā 
Evan glares at Eddie. ā€œThatā€™s not what this is about right now.ā€Ā 
ā€œSeems like it is,ā€ Eddie replies, tilting his head in Tommyā€™s direction.Ā 
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arcanegifs Ā· 7 months ago
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renthewerecatboi Ā· 4 months ago
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sometimes things will change, sometimes not, you'll never know until it's already happened
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orykorioart Ā· 6 months ago
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Donā€™t make that face Raihan, Iā€™m sure youā€™re at least a little bit charmed by it.
(Click for better quality bc I cant tell if the qualitys a little cooked bc of mobile šŸ„²)
+ Based on this Rai-sand I made some time ago lol
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heavenlyraindrops Ā· 8 months ago
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ā™±Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned)~ Teaser #2: Bitten the Appleā™±
Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Teaser #2: Bitten the Apple Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
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You were the kindest, purest soul in Heaven. Even the Seraphim recognised your virtue, and adored you for it- more than any other angel. Your humility on the fact only made them love you even more.
Which is why your Fall from Grace shocked everyone more than any other Fall before.
ā™±ā™±ā™±
[Sneak Peek]
Why am I even here?
You were standing in a garden. A garden in Hell. A familiar building loomed before you. If you squinted hard enough, you could have almost spotted a broken window.
You didnā€™t know Hell had gardens- youā€™d expected it to be a barren wasteland, more or less, but the lush ā€œgreeneryā€ (it didnā€™t look very green) seemed to be proving you wrong.
What you definitely didnā€™t expect at all, however, was the apple tree you were standing under.
The fruit seemed beautiful, ruby-red and delicious. You shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, then glanced at the sky, praying the the exterminators werenā€™t worried about you or looking for you. You looked back at the tree.
It had caught your attention from above. It seemed so- so out of place from the otherwise hellish landscape that you just had to take a look. You frowned, recalling Seraā€™s words.
ā€œCuriosity killed the cat.ā€
ā€But satisfaction brought it back.ā€
You shrieked and jumped a couple of feet in the air, feeling your wings burst out behind you as you whirled around. Lucifer crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
ā€œWhat the hell?ā€ You hissed, nerves frayed.
ā€œThatā€™s what I should be asking you. Snooping around in my garden.ā€ His eyes flicked to the tree. ā€œOgling at my apples- alright that- that sounds weird when I say it like that.ā€ He pinched the bridge of his nose. ā€œThe point is, youā€™re the one whoā€™s out of place here. Couldnā€™t get enough of me the first time?
You hesitated. Youā€™d never expect the King of Hell to fumble around with his words like that. Your muscles relaxed slightly. ā€œThat is far from the truth. The tree justā€¦ piqued my curiosity.ā€
You both stared at each other, silently. As if on cue, an apple fell off of a branch, straight into his outstretched hand.
ā€œHave a taste, then.ā€
You stared at the shining red fruit in his hand, then looked at his golden eyes. His smile seemed surprisingly genuine.
ā€œIā€¦ā€
ā™±ā™±ā™± A/N: Stay tuned!
Note: Posting Chapter One before the end of the week ! + didnā€™t know if I should include the taglist in this post since itā€™s just a snippet so Iā€™ll just put it anyways
Taglist: @ica1, @boredlime, @tremendoushearttaco
Update: Chapter One out now! Here is the Masterlist.
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libra-cant-just-dance Ā· 1 month ago
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Trying not to rant too much on here and be really dramatic but Iā€™m so upset.
I know itā€™s ridiculous to get this upset over a silly little dancing game ship, but thatā€™s not really the main issue for me. Iā€™m more mad because Iā€™ve been writing Wanderrose fics for over a year. I did the math, I have over 130k words written of just JD stuff. Is it ridiculous to have put that much time and effort into a silly little dancing game ship? Absolutely, Iā€™m not gonna pretend otherwise, but the point is I did. And now because of one decision the team made, Iā€™m basically gonna lose all that work.
If they actually confirm The Dad Situation, I have to leave Mirrored Walls unfinished. Iā€™ll probably take all my stuff down too (partially cuz it feels weird to leave it up and partially cuz I just know some people on here are gonna tear me to shreds if I leave it up with a ā€œwritten before the revealā€ warning). I donā€™t usually get into fights online but I swear to god if someone tries to hit me with the ā€œitā€™s just a shipā€ line Iā€™m gonna lose it. Yeah itā€™s just a ship, I donā€™t really care about the ship. But I happen to have made the mistake of investing way too much time and energy into it and I canā€™t get that time and energy back. Plus Iā€™m having to scrap a bunch of work that Iā€™m actually kind of proud of.
Not saying this like itā€™s the JD teamā€™s fault or anything. They have zero obligation to cater to this little corner of the internet that got super invested in a silly little dancing game ship. Itā€™s their story and they can do whatever they want. Iā€™m just really upset about it. This is the only fandom thatā€™s somehow given me the motivation to write a bunch of fanfiction, so Iā€™m pretty much losing a whole hobby along with it.
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voxofthevoid Ā· 13 days ago
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Teasers for this month's planned updates! They're 200ā€“300 words each and also unedited. I'm also queuing this up while exceptionally sleepy, so if anything's mixed up, welp in advance.
Chapter 6/9 of everything burned, as promised
He turns around. Yuuji doesnā€™t flinch.
Satoru crosses the distance between them, slow enough that Yuuji has plenty of time to retreat. He doesnā€™t, of course. He doesnā€™t move at all, not even when Satoru comes to a stop within breathing distance of him. He does tilt his head up, meeting Satoruā€™s eyes through a few inches of heavy air and thick fabric.
Brave, beautiful fool.
Satoru curls a hand around his throat.
Yuuji still doesnā€™t flinch.
Under Satoruā€™s palm, thereā€™s a soft, steady pulse. No fear, no arousal. Only a flesh mirror of the dead-eyed serenity on Yuujiā€™s face. Satoru tightens his grip, and Yuujiā€™s eyelids flutter slightly. Itā€™s almost beatific.
Satoru considers it.
The finger is there, waiting, and Yuuji is here, also waiting. Maybe Satoru was also waitingā€”for this day, this date. Thereā€™s a seductive appeal to ending this on the twenty-fourth of December, a day thatā€™s already witnessed so many endings and beginnings. Itā€™d be poetic.
Satoru could confine all his grief to one single day.
Fingers brush the inside of his wrist, the touch unspeakably gentle. It grows bolder, firmer, but Yuuji doesnā€™t pull Satoruā€™s hand away from his throat. He only holds it, with a care that says heā€™s afraid Satoru might be the one to break.
He says, ā€œItā€™s alright, Satoru.ā€
Satoru lets him go as if burned.
Chapter 3/7 of for granted, in vain, i took everything i ever cared about
He tugs his hand gently free from Yuujiā€™s grip, raising it to the boyā€™s face. His knuckles brush the edge of a jaw. His thumb finds a mouthā€”and the scar thickening the edge of it.Ā 
ā€œThis,ā€ Satoru says, ā€œis new.ā€
Yuuji swallows thickly. ā€œYeah.ā€
Satoruā€™s hand easily spans the length of Yuujiā€™s face. Hot puffs of breath warm his palm, Yuujiā€™s breathing speeding up. Satoruā€™s fingertips curl into another line of scar tissue, cutting violently across Yuujiā€™s brow.
ā€œDo they hurt?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ Yuuji whispers, lips brushing Satoruā€™s skin. ā€œI donā€™t feel anything.ā€
Satoru slides his fingers into Yuujiā€™s hair; itā€™s as soft as ever but a little longer, filling his fist a little easier.
Yuuji makes a gutted noise.
ā€œSay, Yuuji, are you angry at me?ā€
ā€œWhā€”ā€ He can practically hear Yuuji try to compose himself. ā€œNo. No, why would Iā€”ā€
Ā ā€œFor all the promises I couldnā€™t keep.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t knowā€”ā€
But he does. And Satoru can tell the moment Yuuji realizes itā€”a sharp exhale that shudders through the whole of him.
It wasnā€™t just his teen self that offered Yuuji safety. Satoru did it first.
He drags his nails along Yuujiā€™s scalp, down the back of his head, and grips the delicate flesh of his nape.
Yuuji bows his head.
ā€œNo,ā€ he says. ā€œThatā€™d make meā€¦one hell of a hypocrite. And justā€”no. I donā€™t hate you. I donā€™t want to hate you. I just wanted you back.ā€
Chapter 11/18 of (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered
ā€œDid you really bring me here for the curse?ā€
ā€œOh?ā€ Gojou turns his head fully to face Yuuji, his eyes hidden under his sunglasses but the sharp arch of his eyebrow no less expressive. ā€œAnd why else would I do it, you think?ā€
ā€œThis,ā€ Yuuji mutters, gesturing widely at the ocean, the sands, the people, themselves.
Gojouā€™s smile grows teeth, as familiar as itā€™s haunting. ā€œYouā€™re sharp when I least expect it, you know.ā€
ā€œWhy?ā€ Yuuji asks, and heā€™s not talking about Gojouā€™s dig at his perceptiveness.
ā€œI figured I owed you an apology,ā€ Gojou says, ā€œand some uncomplicated fun.ā€
ā€œThis is a lot of trouble for just an apology,ā€ Yuuji points out, tugging at his hair; the dye stains his fingertips, but he knows from his early-morning shower that thereā€™s enough of it in his hair to keep up the disguise.
ā€œYou donā€™t expect much from me, do you, Yuuji?ā€ Gojou asks, with a surprising lack of petulance or accusation. ā€œOr do you just not expect much from life?ā€
ā€œMy expectations are fine,ā€ Yuuji says stiffly. ā€œAnswer the question.ā€
ā€œYou didnā€™t ask one, technically,ā€ Gojou says. ā€œBut fine. Call it sentiment. Some of the best times of my youth were spent on this beach.ā€
ā€œOh.ā€ Yuuji stares out at the oceanā€”the deep-blue water and the burnt-orange sky. He looks at the people laughing in the water and sprawled in the sands, before his eyes return helplessly, inevitably to Gojou; heā€™s sitting hunched, arms loosely hugging his knees. Yuuji can see the knobby line of his spine pressing up into skin. ā€œThat soundsā€¦nice.ā€
Chapter 3/24 (this is also part of the story) how the story changes
He starts with the scar on Yuujiā€™s left, tracing the underside of it with a single finger. It really does look so violent. And he doesnā€™t think itā€™s his imagination, the way Yuujiā€™s cursed energy seems to pulse in a frenzy at the almost-touch. Then Satoru does touch it, sweeping two fingers swiftly along the curve of it.
Yuuji makes a strangled noise.
Satoru cups the matching scar on Yuujiā€™s right side with his other hand, teasing the tissue with his palm. Yuujiā€™s reaction is a lot more restrained this time, probably because he braced for it, but his breath still shudders in the space between their bodies. Satoru tightens his grip, squeezing the scars the way Yuuji squeezed his pecs earlier.
ā€œSatoru.ā€ Itā€™s a low, throaty growlā€”pretty sexy.
ā€œSensitive?ā€ Satoru asks innocently.
Yuujiā€™s hand curves along his left hip, nails digging into skin. But thatā€™s all he does.
ā€œThere are things in me,ā€ Yuuji says very softly, ā€œthat want out.ā€
Satoru swallows, a pleasant burn. ā€œSeems unhealthy. You should let them out.ā€
ā€œYouā€¦really havenā€™t changed.ā€
ā€œI resent that,ā€ Satoru says. ā€œIā€™ve matured and shit. Iā€™m legal too, but I guess that doesnā€™t make much of a difference to you.ā€
ā€œItā€™s the least of my sins,ā€ Yuuji agrees placidly. ā€œHow long are you going to stay like this? Little Satoru seems neglected.ā€
ā€œLittle?ā€
Yuuji snorts, reaching for Satoruā€™s dick with his free hand. But like before, he doesnā€™t really touch it, only the pad of a finger tapping the wet slit. ā€œCalm down. Youā€™re proportional all over, we both know that.ā€
Chapter 4/7 of i can offer you a black-lit paradise
Itadori isnā€™t cleaning him up anymore; heā€™s just eating.
ā€œBreathe, Megumi.ā€
Megumi breathes on instinct, and then he snarls, prying his hand off his mouth to try prying Gojouā€™s hands off his chest, except it doesnā€™t matter how roughly or meanly he tugs, they donā€™t budge. He rakes his nails over veiny knuckles and bulging forearms and even tries to lever the fingers off one by one, and all it does is make him feel like a child, grappling with beasts shaped like men.
The entire time, Itadori goes at his ass with a madmanā€™s fervorā€”another kind of beast.
Heā€™d eat you alive, Gojou said.
If Megumi let him.
Except Megumi is letting him, his lips sealed against any protest that might slip out, and whatā€™s Itadori meant to think about his writhing and squirming when Megumiā€™s shoving back against his mouth half the time, like heā€™s eager for the tongue taking him pieces?
His hands clench on Gojouā€™s forearms, the angry scratches he left already fading.
Thumbs slide over his nipples, a humiliatingly absent motion.
ā€œIt feels very good, doesnā€™t it?ā€ Gojou asks softly. Megumi doesnā€™t even worry Itadori will hear him, not when he seems to be trying to shove his entire face into Megumiā€™s ass. ā€œDo you like his mouth?ā€
ā€œStop it,ā€ Megumi grits out. ā€œJust stop talking.ā€
ā€œThatā€™d be boring,ā€ comes the answer, predictable and infuriating.
Chapter 4/5 of your resistance, prophetic self-destruction
Under his lips, Chōsōā€™s flesh is starting to knit back together. Yuuji licks at it, blood wetting his tongue, and Chōsō squirms on his cock, scrabbling at Yuujiā€™s shoulders as if that will give him any leverage. Yuuji bites deep into the healing flesh.
Chōsō gasps his name like a curse and a prayer.
ā€œWell,ā€ says a voice that is distinctly not Chōsōā€™s, ā€œthis isnā€™t what I was expecting.ā€
Yuuji freezes, but so does Chōsō, and thatā€™s a bad idea given the position theyā€™re in. His dick doesnā€™t care that Yuujiā€™s veins just iced over; the blood fattening it up is as hot as anything, as the blood still slicking his mouth.
He lifts his face from Chōsōā€™s mangled shoulder, staring over it at the dark room. The only illumination is the faint moonlight from the open window, but Yuujiā€™s eyes adjusted to the darkness long back. He can see all too well the figure slouching in the darkness by the doorā€”the still-locked door, which sure as hell didnā€™t open and close without either Yuuji or Chōsō noticing it.
But when has a paltry door ever stopped Gojou Satoru? How many times did Yuuji wake in his dorm room to find a body looming over him, a mouth stifling his shout before it could rend the air and probably bring Fushiguro running?
ā€œGojou-sensei,ā€ Yuuji chokes out. ā€œWhat are you doing? Why are you here?ā€
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bellaxgiornata Ā· 4 months ago
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I'm contemplating sharing the series masterlist with its summary and banner for a short 3 part Matt series today. Just to give y'all a feel for it. I was waiting for it to be partly written before I shared anything!
Which is true of another series I'm working on for Matt that's a bit darker, but so far I'm just writing it for myself because I want a few parts done before I share too much. But I'm already dying to share the banner and summary for it so bad.
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alexis-royce Ā· 2 years ago
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Some say that if you fall asleep in that theater, you might never wake up...
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NonPlatonic Forms is a horror romance about a tricky human and a hungry storytelling god. Can you help Lee separate matter from myth, and navigate his way to freedom? Or will the dread deity scoop out his free will, and make Lee into a sycophantic member of his eternal audience?
The first teaser demo for NonPlatonic Forms is up! It's available for PC, Mac, Linux, and you can also play it in-browser on a computer or on your phone!
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danadaria Ā· 2 months ago
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The Words Between Us
@steddiebang2024 Project #095 Posting on October 02, 2024
Author: @DanaDaria lĀ Artist: @cemeterylight | Beta: @altbadumm
Summary:
Eddie discovered he was in love with Steve Harrington years after he lost contact with him. It's fine, thatā€™s just life.Ā 
But all he needed was a postcard, a couple of letters, and some calls to fall for him again.
And magazines. Donā€™t forget the magazines; after all, that started it all.
ā†³ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!
The elevator stopped at floor 20, opening the doors to a lively place.Ā 
The first thing he saw was ā€œBEGINNERS MAGAZINEā€ in silver letters attached to a wall. He walked a little and then arrived at the open floor.
Pretty and stylish people were all around the room, some at their desks writing on their computers and others screaming on the phone. Some girls with robes and hair rollers were lounging around and some kind of assistants ran with their binders across the room.Ā 
ā€œExcuse meā€Ā 
Eddie stepped aside to let pass two giant clothes racks. So many clothes.
ā€œHi darling. Are you here for the photoshoot?ā€ Behind the front desk an older woman who looked like Cher, smiled at him. ā€œBecause if thatā€™s the case, let me tell you, youā€™re awfully late.ā€Ā 
Cā€™mon Eddie. You got this. Confidence.Ā 
Eddie took a deep breath, stood up straight and gave her his most charming smile.
ā€œActually, no. Iā€™m Eddie, and Iā€™m here for the interview for Beginnerā€™s new section.ā€Ā 
ā€œThe new sec- Oh! Eddie, darling, you're awfully early. Thatā€™s next weekā€
ā€œYes, of courseā€¦ā€ he continued smiling beatifically.Ā 
Wait.Ā 
ā€œWhat?!ā€Ā 
ā€œYes. Check my agenda.ā€ Secretary-Cher raised a desk agenda that stated clearly and brightly in the month of June: ā€œMON 4th, boys interviews 10am - 2pmā€Ā 
Eddie felt how the smile in his face became strained. This was bad.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m so stupidā€ he muttered, covering his face with his hands.
ā€œOh, sweetie, donā€™t beat yourself, it happens all the time.ā€Ā 
ā€œReally?ā€
Desk-Cher laughed hard, but looked at him with tenderness ā€œNo, sorry, but I wanted to make you feel better.ā€
Fuck his luck. This was so embarrassing. You can bet Eddie is not going to put a foot in this place again. Interview be damned.Ā 
ā€œHey, Jules. Have you seen Luca? The bastard said he forgot his sunglasses on his car, and heā€™s not on the set yet.ā€ A black man with pink pants and a golden shirt arrived.Ā 
ā€œIf Anna itā€™s not on set, sheā€™s doing her. If sheā€™s there, then heā€™s doing some dust.ā€ The secretary said sincerely.Ā 
The man looked so done.Ā 
ā€œThese brats, they never learn.ā€ The man, then, noticed Eddie's presence. ā€œIf youā€™re here for the photoshoot, you are late.ā€
ā€œHarry, no. This poor thing is early!ā€
ā€œEarly? Early for what?ā€Ā 
ā€œHe mismatched dates and came a week early for the boyā€™s interview!ā€ Jules said cheerfully.
Now the manā€™s gaze was full on Eddie. Judging his black jeans, his boots, and his jacket. Which, hey, it was a clean denim jacket, but you never know with rich people.
No. Eddie needed to get out of that place immediately.Ā 
ā€œYeah. Donā€™t mind me, Iā€™m heading out. And Iā€™m going to be honest, I donā€™t think Iā€™ll show my face in this place again, so you can reschedule the 12:30 slot.ā€ Eddieā€™s instincts said he should shrink and run.Ā 
And yes, this was an awfully embarrassing experience to start the week, but at least, he was going to leave the place with dignity.
ā€œIf you excuse me, Lady Jules and Lord Henry, this jester is going to abandon the palace.ā€ Well, dignity under Eddieā€™s standards.Ā 
Eddie turned around to leave the office when he heard:
ā€œKid, are you free for the day? If you can hold a pose and pretend to be a heartbreaker, you got a job for a day, and I can interview you at makeup.ā€
Eddie looked surprised at the man. He looked intimidating, but he could see it in his faceā€¦ he wasnā€™t joking. He wasnā€™t joking.Ā Ā 
Eddie smiled wild. ā€œIā€™m Eddie and Iā€™m your man.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m Harry. Cā€™mon, this way.ā€ The man took Eddie by the shoulder and started to guide him to the depths of the office. ā€œIf Luca arrives, tell him he can come back in 1997!ā€Ā 
Julia gave her a military salute with her hand, but the man just rolled his eyes at her antics.Ā 
ā€œHey, Iā€™m not going to say I donā€™t appreciate the turn of events, but on a scale of 1 to 10, how heartbreaker do I need to look? Because Iā€™m not going to lie, Iā€™m super bad at that.Ā 
The man snorted.Ā 
ā€œMy gaydar can recognize other fairies in a fifty mile radius. Even if they are court jesters. Thatā€™s why I said pretend, kidā€
ā€œOhā€ Eddie was speechless. It was the first time outside bars and clubs where a stranger admitted being gay to him. It felt weirdly empowering ā€œOkay.ā€ He smiled at the older man. ā€œI can do that.ā€Ā 
Cā€™mon Eddie. You got this. Confidence.
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ivoryghostyy Ā· 6 months ago
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the villain fell in love...
you're the war hero of the empire
the common folk chatter about you in the bustling streets, and the bards sing of your adventures
nobles whisper behind their hands, free of the crimson blood and guilt that stains your own
you've won the war, but at what cost?
the lifeless eyes of your comrades still prick your skin. screams haunt your dreams, their bloody hands clawing into your scarred flesh
the empire sees you as a pawn. your title is a glorified cage, and the land you are gifted is far from a rewardā€”the walls have eyes
so, pray tell, how did this sly genius find his way into your room?
ā€¦and if it takes another war to get you, well,
nothing compares to a rose stained with blood.
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thisisallthehattersfault Ā· 1 year ago
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Behind him, there is movement. The sharp, sudden clang of metal against metal. Lan Wangji glances briefly over his shoulder.
Perhaps predictably, Su She has decided to try and strike at his exposed back, like the dishonorable coward he is. A fool, as well, for having apparently forgotten the presence of the Ghost General despite insulting the man only a moment ago. The tip of Su Sheā€™s blade is trembling against one of Wen Ningā€™s chain-wrapped forearms, the trailing length of those chains pooling at his feet where they writhe like twisting like snakes, rearing to strike. Lan Wangjiā€™s next breath brings with it the tang of resentful energy. He has already turned his attention back to the scroll.
There is more movement, though Lan Wangji doesnā€™t pay enough attention to discern what exactly may be happening. Wen Ningā€™s presence stays at his back, cool and steady as a fortress wall. ā€œYou!ā€ Su Sheā€™s voice reaches an irritating pitch. ā€œHow dare you, you think even you have the right to look down on me?!ā€ He makes a noise not unlike a wild boar before it charges. ā€œYou arenā€™t even human! I thought Lan Wangji was the most arrogant man Iā€™d ever met, but you clearly outclass him there. Youā€™re nothing but the Yiling Patriarchā€™s dog! Undead servant mutt!ā€
That, at last, gets Lan Wangji to pay more than a sparse fraction of attention. He has to peer around Wen Ning, who is still standing between them, a marble pillar separating Lan Wangji from Su Minshan. And, it would seem, the embarrassing clump of Moling Su and Lanling Jin cultivators slowly filling the cavern. ā€œDog?ā€ Lan Wangji repeats, softly. Wen Ning does not visibly shift, but the black veins in his neck pulse, just once, ever so faintly. Resentment in the air smells like tar, sharp and thick.
Su Sheā€™s disciples pick up his call, loudly proclaiming the contemptible nature of the Ghost General, the Yiling Patriarchā€™s filthy, flea-ridden Wen-dog bitch, unfit to be even called a servant by way of his inhuman nature. Lan Wangji listens to very little of it. His eyes are on the part of Wen Ningā€™s face he can see from this angle, smooth and jade-pale as a porcelain mask, almost colorless in the low light if not for the yawning blackness of his eyes.
ā€œYou think heā€™s your dog, too?ā€ Su Sheā€™s voice reaches a new and grating pitch, all inflated self-importance. ā€œHanguang-Jun, your arrogance knows no bounds! Heā€™ll bite you the second his master has no use for you anymore. Youā€™re not special, youā€™ve only fallen for the Yiling Patriarchā€™s tricks!ā€
Lan Wangji gives that statement exactly as much consideration as it deserves. Before Su She has even finished speaking, Lan Wangji is calling, softly, ā€œWen Ning?"
Wen Ning cocks his head to the side, bird-like, considering the embarrassment in front of him for a moment. Then he turns his face to Lan Wangji, looking at him with his big, dark eyes.
He answers: ā€œWoof.ā€
Lan Wangji flicks a glance briefly at the advancing gaggle of cultivators. He and Wen Ning really are well and truly surrounded now. Then he turns back to the scroll, and once again lowers his charcoal to paper.
ā€œSick ā€˜em, boy,ā€ he says. He does not raise his head again until the screaming has stopped.
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redrobin-detective Ā· 7 months ago
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I am going to write Lucy and Holly being different people with unique perspectives and opinions and preferences but by God are they going to be friends and supporting one another.
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actuallyjustabiscuit Ā· 7 months ago
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lol I was pausing the new trailer to get a closer look at some details and got this
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She nyoomed
Also this
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Has the same energy as this
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starboyyoongi Ā· 2 days ago
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does ateez know how many ao3 and tumblr fics they just helped spawn with this teaser
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