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[herewegobebe]

KEY & TEN | 'Key'chen #2 [requested by ihavesomanynotes]

[crawlingdrawing]

hello, i just wanted to say that i’ve been following along with your comic since Chapter 1 Part 2, and i’ve loved every frame.

the entire thing is so well written, the dialogue is phenomenal, the art is peak- the overall plot is super entertaining. you’ve done such a wonderful job and i just wanted to say thank you.

thank you for sharing this project with us- i know i’m far from the only one who’s absolutely fallen in love with your work.

keep doing what you love- many of us will be here to support you along the way. have a lovley day, and once again, thank you. <3

I'm sorry about taking so long to answer this, and answering publicly, but I didn't want to lose this really really nice message to tumblrs messaging system.

I was very unsure if anyone would read it when I started, so I am so happy you and others did. Every message really motivated me to finish it, and I'm honestly having a bit hard time entirely letting it go.

Thank you again for your very kind words, and for reading <3

[lorenzoxreyes]

Having just finished up what felt like the most endless shift yet, Enzo had freshened himself up back at his suite before heading back out to grab a drink at Diabolus Luxuriam. The siren knew that even though he was alone, he likely wouldn't stay alone for too long once he got to the bar.

Greeting the bartender with a charming grin, Enzo leant against the bar as he ordered his first drink of the evening, going with a vodka, lime and soda, his eyes scanning the room for anyone that he might know. Lorenzo didn't really know that many people considering he was still fairly new to the castle, but he did recognise a few faces, including those of a couple of the council members. He was surprised he hadn't spotted Raphael in there, but he figured that he was likely busy with his own club -- plus, Enzo really didn't feel like speaking to his dad in a strip club of all places.

Lost in his thoughts for just a second, the siren's attention was suddenly brought back to reality when he realised someone was speaking to him -- someone who was the councilman of Belgium. Roland, if Enzo's memory served him correctly. They'd never met but Enzo had made sure he knew who the councilmen were should he ever run into them. "Oh, uh-- apologies, I was miles away there. Did you say something?"

@councillor-roland

[vaeldrow]

STARTER   ✦   @dvilsdesire Status:  Private  &&.  Eirlys + Raphael

A somewhat new occupant to one of the rooms at Sharess' Caress. Now taken by a man, one she'd seen a few times. Perhaps they even met eyes. She'd walked past his room once or twice. She quickly realized his presence could be felt even outside the room. There was something about him that she hadn't yet been able to pinpoint. But she'd walked the shadows long enough to know when something was off. There was even a hint of worry, perhaps an underling of Lolths. One could never truly be sure.

It was like she'd been pulled to his room again. Leaning against the wooden guard rail of the balcony just outside the den. Not entering but merely taking in the atmosphere. Was she hoping to see him? She couldn't quite tell yet.

[monixoconnor]

who: mon & sunny @sunnynardelli where: bonne merde when: september 16th, 2024

After her conversation with Elena, Monique had made it a task on her to do list to go and formally introduce herself to the owner of Bonne Merde. She thought it was best to come earlier in the day as opposed to later in the evening when there was bound to be more of a crowd, stepping inside the building and taking in the environment. It was certainly somewhere she could imagine performing. Seeing a blonde busying herself behind the bar, the brunette approached her with a smile. "Hi there, are you Sunny per chance?"

[drtamarahayes]

WHO: Tam & Zarah @zalder WHERE: Athletics Pit | Beach Bash WHEN: August 23rd 2024

She recognised the younger girl at the firehouse not too long ago, and thought it was best to offer a formal introduction. "Hey -- It's Zarah, right? You having a good time so far?"

[embodies]

the roadhouse : as close as most hunters get to a home. clue's in the name, for its walls house their guests as best they're able in a wasteland full of threats out to consume them. a token gesture of gratitude in an empty vacuum. it's not commonplace to feel appreciated in this line of work. although, let this kindness not be understood for weakness : the harvelles run a tight ship and won't hesitate to boot hunters who are looking for a brawl rather than a rendezvous. dean has chuckled many a time taking on the role of idle bystander to these bar fights, brought on by too much liquor and not enough bravado to go around. ellen — well, she's a firecracker, and her daughter is no exception.

his head follows the latest eviction of an inebriated vagabond, neck lolling in a lazy motion with a languid smirk to match upon his features. nursing his whiskey ( many a night he's not far off of drunkenness himself — today only a pleasant buzz ripples on his skin, like static electricity from a balloon soothing his nerves ) he eventually returns to front - facing his stoop at the bar, speaks outwardly to his blonde spitfire company whether she's in the mood for talking or not.

❛ have i ever told you how much your mom kicks ass ? ❜

@stormlit.

[deatheir]

❝   can't you make this quick?   ❞      the doctor squeezes gloved fingers across the bridge of her nose,   scowling down at the pavement.      ❝   i'm a very busy woman.   ❞

@frost-eyed-autumn

[genderdryad]

Soft Femme Fictorose Bi !!

requested by @aroaceeternatus! pls credit me if you use- thnx!

[the-abe]

@mayarparker

It was raining all morning, which meant that for a Saturday most people were indoors and the park was free and all to himself. So he had put on shorts and a sweatshirt and gone out, his hair in a tighter bun than usual, walking slowly before he reached his destination after which he let himself loose and by the time he couldn't catch his breath the watch on his wrist was showing 1PM. His stomach was growling and he needed to sit. Since Halloween he had been running more often, feeling like he had failed to go through the whole ordeal with enough strength and especially because his legs had hurt like shit for days after. So daily runs it was, even longer than the usual ones that he did for his job.

Now, with the rain having gone down to a mere drizzle, Ibrahim let his hair loose and stood for a bit to take his breath, wondering what to go eat. Standing at the park's entrance, he saw a familiar small figure and raised a hand. "Maya, hey!"

[altarfates]

“Lan Zhan…”

Dulcet tones ring in melodic allure as dexterous fingers wander up the ivory, unblemished robes of his companion. There is audacity in the touch, claiming the space without question, without ask, as lithe form tucks into the side of the other. The space has always been his. It will always be. Mirthful hues glitter as a smile stretches upon lips, head tipping until ebony locks cascade across the shoulder. The expression soon turns impish as Wei Wuxian’s fingers find the corner of the robe, delicately hooking into the fabric to anchor them in place.

“Why do we have to move, can’t we pick a nice spot here?” A pout of lips follows, leaving a space for the landscape to be admired. With the delicate trickle of the stream as ambience, the area is tranquil, sunlight dancing across water and dappling the leaves of the towering trees offering a little shade. “I think we should rest a bit, enjoy our afternoon here! Why rush our way through life…” A hum follows, a tip of the chin until pout turns into an expression of pleading, a heartfelt beg to tug at the heart strings so carefully woven between his fingers.

“Spend some time with me, Lan Zhan…” Devilish words are uttered in a whisper as Wei Ying’s head leans entirely against his lover’s shoulder, hooked fingers loosening but only to draw gentle spirals against fabric. “I’ll make it worth your while…”

Wei Wuxian calls him name in dulcet sing-song and despite how their feet carry them onward, their path sinuous and ascending as they travel further into the mountains, Lan Wangji is eternally indulgent when it comes to the other cultivator. It is within that tacit intimacy that Wei Wuxian eases into his space, he does not ask for permission, does not anticipate he shall be rejected, in all things he carries himself with exuberance. Long ago Lan Wangji had found these traits to be mere provocations, futile attempts to entice him to violate one of the lan’s clans many stringent laws, now, he saw them endearing and such is evinced in the fondness of his gaze. Always full of mischief his mouth curves at the corners in mirth, fingers hooking into his robes and compelling him to stillness, to dutifully fulfill his request. “ it is a long journey ahead of us.” Wei Wuxian’s gaze drifts across their surroundings and he willingly follows. It is a quiet place nestled amongst large, imposing trees, above their branches converge, allowing in thin, diaphanous shafts of light that cavort across the water’s surface. Wei Wuxian ruminates upon the location for a moment before tilting his chin up at him, his long, dark hair spills across his shoulders in a silken cascade. It is onerous not to allow his gaze to linger, to appreciate the way his expression transforms into something imploring. “ wei ying.” there is no reprimand within his words, not even as his mischievous tone dips into something titillating, his warm breath against Lan Wangji’s skin was a lure he had no intention of resisting. “ resting to conserve energy.” he concurs, for it was a shared understanding that their journey would only become more precarious from this point onwards, however, if anything was to serve treacherous to Lan Wangji it would be his lover’s impish grin and his roaming hands. he was rather susceptible to wei wuxian’s whims and it was something he showed no intention of remedying. He reaches out to brush a strand of dark hair behind his ear, showing no remorse for the way his eyes flit down to the inviting shape of his mouth, for the way he covets nothing more than to kiss it with his own. “ this is spending time together.” but he has already fallen into wei wuxian’s snare, a rabbit willingly baring its throat. “ how else shall we spend time ?” 

[claratenebris]

@spideymn ♥

"I thought I told you not to let anyone in," Tony grumbled at FRIDAY when he noticed Peter's presence in the holographic monitor.

"And I thought you might benefit from some help by capable hands," FRIDAY would reply, which made Tony drop the screwdriver on the table and sigh in irritation.

"My hand is perfectly capable of fixing my own builds," Tony argued, rubbing a hand down his face just as the kid finally reached his doorway. "What did you do, bribe her?" He asked, hand pointing in no particular direction in the space above. Then Tony grabbed his screwdriver again and went back to working on his own prosthetic. "D'you need something?"

[turigirltoybonnie]

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[gif descriptions: a three by three scenecore stimboard. the gifs are as follows, left to right top to bottom: someone dropping kandi onto a bigger pile of it, a shelf of various monster energy flavors, someone showing off kandi cuffs and singles with pride flag colors, someone teasing their black hair to give it more volume, a gif of the word "rawr" in varying colors flashing against a black background, someone showing off dyed blue hair by throwing back their head and then touching it, a closeup of someone wearing kandi, a shelf of different bang energy drink flavors, and a closeup of a big pile of kandi. below the stimboard is a banner with a glitchy rainbow pattern behind it that says "dni: terfs/radfems/transmeds, exclusionists, anti bi/pan lesbians, anti lesboy/turigirl." /end gif descriptions]

scenecore stimboard for @storm-of-feathers

[violentdelightstheseviolentends]

Right now, he just wanted a way out of all of this. To go back several decades to when Regina had first offered that awful deal, and remain with Grace in their home. Perhaps if he had, she'd never have made it to Wonderland, never have cast that awful curse, and things would be normal. Or perhaps she'd have found a different way, but least it wouldn't have been his own doing. Not the point though, instead he tried to ignore it, looking up at the stars. "So which is real? The life here or not" it wasn't this one, he knew that.

@ivypapercutsxo for anyone

[liloulu]

closed starter for: @midxsommar | liked this for a starter. muse: Frank Wisbech

Frank was an extremely organized person, and he loved sticking to schedules—rarely late for his commitments. That afternoon, he had set up a meeting with a guy who painted for one of the city’s museums. Frank would take a few photos, do an interview, and wrap up the day. But of course, the guy didn’t show up at the café where they’d planned to meet. Frank waited for an hour, but there was no sign of the man and no message about being late or canceling.

Finally, Frank sighed, deciding it was time to leave after three cups of coffee and a doughnut. Just before getting up, though, his eyes caught a familiar face, and he waved. ❝Hey❞ he called out, standing up from his spot. ❝Don’t sit at that table—it’s bad luck❞

[fullmoons]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@notelasts liked for a starter, from the starter call here. ㅤㅤㅤㅤstill accepting, expect slow posting time.

" . . . I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT EASY FOR YOU. " the lycan warns, staring the hunter down from beneath the bill of his hat; eyes gleaming wolfishly in the little light that reflected off of the warm (ALL TOO HUMAN) brown of his irises. if THIS MAN wanted to kill casey, that was fine. he wasn't the only one, no doubt about it, but the eldest of the hunt siblings was not about to let his blood stain the face of his little brother— barely fourteen, and standing a foot behind casey ... HIS MATCHING EYES, though not wolfish, narrowed and angry. he was a hunt just like his big brother, just like their sister, brother, uncle and mother. this was not a fight the hunter was likely TO WIN THIS ON HIS LONESOME; not when casey, though packless, had a family behind him.