#it's not scratching the itch
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dark souls 4 would cure me
#i just miss the world and the lore so much#its always there to revisit ofc#but i just want more stories....#elden ring is brilliant n i adore it but there is something missing n i cant quite put my finger on it ?#i think its the gameplay it just throws me off and doesnt lend itself well to the way i like to play/experience these games#i still think it's stellar and i will play more probably but#it's not scratching the itch#i legit dont know why tho other than this#i did love it at launch for sure but now that ive stepped back from it im just not as hooked as the others
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i read legends and lattes recently and now i just think karlach should have a coffee shop
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#shadowlach#shadowheart#karlach#the first one is based on the cover art bc i love it. so much#cANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH#cosiest book of the year#it scratches such a specific itch in my brain that i didn't know i had#the whole time i was reading it i was like. this would be karlach
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i am beyond serious
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#xmen#xmen comics#house of x#krakoa#cherik#professor x#magneto#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#max eisenhardt#snap sketches#it is. 3am. and i have to be awake in two hours#ill be 100% i only drew the first bit as an excuse for the second doodle#bobble head i refuse to believe smooching is easy with that thang on#do you think it makes a bell sound. like when you hit a gong#idk im tired and my itch is scratched im sleeping for three seconds goodnight
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what makes us any different?
#my art#alien stage#alien stage spoilers#i finally scratched the itch in my brain just a lil#anyways i am fondly thinking abt comic of ivan antagonizing sua and respectfully sir ur a clown (me saying this while crying)#tfw ur both dead eyed dark haired high achievers who love deeply and would risk it all for ur person#i love that they r so similar in the lengths they'll go to but they're also like ewwww at each other#ivan and sua alien stage u'll always be famous to me
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— stardust
the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...
A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)
Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.
To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.
It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.
You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.
It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?
No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...
With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.
"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."
"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"
"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."
A beat of silence.
"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"
And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.
"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."
...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?
Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.
Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.
One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.
As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.
But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.
No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.
"My dearest star..."
...Much like now, it would seem.
The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.
You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.
Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.
Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.
"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.
Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.
You.
And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.
"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."
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#mr reca x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#mr reca x you#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you#PEOPLE CAN FIGHT ME ON DUKE OF THE NORTH RECA IDC IDC I WILL NOT BACK DOWN !!! NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??? NEVER GIVE UP !!!#im sorry . royalty aus are my achilles heel... my roman empire...#also literally the first thought i had when his model was first leaked was 'HES THE DUKE OF THE NORTH !!! HE HAS THE HAIR AND SUIT !!!!'#his lc when it was leaked further solidified that idea 🧍♀️#anyway his cn voice <3333 literally have had it looped for the whole day i kid u not ;w;;;#it just... hit everything perfectly.... the itch is well-scratched..........
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Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.
#Mine is a drum corps show from 2015 LMAO#Carolina Crown's “Inferno” to be exact lol#this was during my peak Band Kid years and also the height of my Divine Comedy fixaction so this just scratched SUCH a good itch#i would literally just watch this like 13 min long marching band show over and over#and try to figure out what parts of the music represented what parts of the poem#thank god i had other band friends i could just word vomit about this too at the time lol#every few months or so i'll fall back into it and reanalyze it a lil weirdo too lol#anyway 10/10 show would recommend if you like band stuff n dante LMAO
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Passing time 🌿
#my art#fanart#good omens 2#good omens#aziraphale#Crowley#the more I draw them the more stylized they get it’s like scratching an itch#aziracrow#ineffable husbands
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Dance untill the sun sets
[ID in Alt Text and under the cut.]
ID: A digital drawing of the Lamb and Narinder from the video game Cult Of The Lamb, dacing over a blue background. The Lamb is drawn with a short ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top with short sleeves, as well as arm and leg guards. Their back is facing Narinder who is holding one of their hands up above their head. Narinder is drawn as his follower form, wearing wide pants and a red shirt with wide, shoulder-length sleeves. Both characters are smilling and have a slight blush over their face.
#Narinder indulging the fuck out of mortal life will always be everything to me#i love concepts of him being bitter and mad about being amongst mortals after being defeated#but i ADORE concepts of him (+ the bishops) being so fucking happy with mortal life it scratches an itch in my brain#rediscover the joy and beauty of mundane life through the eyes of a former god#cotl#cotl fanart#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cult of the lamb#fanart#itchyballsart
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PIRATE MAJI PIRATE MAJI
#Yakuza#Yakuza series#Ryu ga gotoku#RGG#Majima Goro#GOOFY PIRATE GAME#LET ME HAVE IT#This is really scratching my Saints Row itch
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My hand slipped
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[Is it any surprise why I slipped]
#jade draws#critical role#critical role fanart#cr3#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#fell into tagarazuka hole and still insisting of staying here because the images from the musical scratches the itch#also i have another imodna art that i thought i'll post now but this one got to me
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BLUE EYE SAMURAI (2023-) Episode 1 | Hammerscale
#blue eye samurai#netflix#netflix series#tv shows#dailyflicks#mizu#dailytvgifs#besedit#userfnuggi#userbess#mine#i'm obsessed with how gorgeous this show is#perfectly scratches my ghost of tsushima itch#**
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In honor of the new episode and hoshina being the stabby vice captain that he is, I present my favourite frame of hoshina from volume 4
Goofy ass vice captain /pos
#kaiju no. 8#kn8#soshiro hoshina#i like him lookin all fucked up#NOT IN A SEXY WAY#THE ART STYLE JUST SCRATCHES MY BRAIN ITCH#its a good look for him dont come at me
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My ideal murderbot tv series would need 5 screens to watch. I want 7 different inputs playing at all times. You only see murderbot in reflections of its own video feed. I want Sanctuary Moon playing in the background 60% of the time there's always a performance reliability measure in the corner. There's 30 input feeds from its bots. Yeah murderbot is talking to Ratthi but also a really juicy part of Sanctuary moon is playing at the same time.
#murderbot#do yall see my vision#i want it to be nearly unwatchable and also scratch my itch to be consuming 3 medias at one time#murderbot diaries
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hey can you guys watch them for a second
#xmen#xmen cartoon#xmen 92#cherik#erik magnus lehnsherr#charles xavier#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#this is so sketchy and Whatever HOWEVER. i needed to scratch that cherik itch this morning#been too long since i doodled them <- its been two days#IT'S THE WEEKEND THO SO NOW ILL GET MORE TIME TO DOODLE THEM YAAAAY#not todaty tho. unfortunately i am busy today so hence the quick doodle this morning#i just needed to see them ...#anyway im not looking at this for too long lest i acknowledge the ninety mistakes ok bye bye#ill cook up something better soon but this cute enough for now so we deal#i almost posted this to the wrong blog like my god i woulda thrown up
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uh oh sisters! someone caught feelings for the idiot that constantly tap dances on their nerves!!!!! (reciprocated)
now if only they did something about it
nvm it’s okay they manage in the end (<<<is in denial of canon and lives in delusion)
#the legend of zelda#breath of the wild#revalink#botw revali#loz fanart#dear god help me the loz bug won’t stop BITING#had to scratch the itch#behold#explodes and dies about them#botw#loz#fanart#revali
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wanted to scribble a couple of my favorite moments from the "Just So" song demo <3
#i keep listening to all the audios over and over again#theyre just so!!! Yippee Yahoo and all that!!!!#instant comfort and stress relief. somehow#they scratch that brain itch yk yk#scribble garnish#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#still puzzling out how i wanna clean my sketches#im pretty happy with the current method???#but still idk... its Missing something...#im almost satisfied but not quite#but im not sure what it lacks!#eh ill figure it out eventually....
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