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teruel-a-witch · 1 year ago
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Danny's like 'why yes, I am his dream guy, whataboutit?'
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kaereth · 1 year ago
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the fanciest
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sygneth · 1 year ago
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game of deduction
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inonibird · 5 months ago
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Why, I got lost at C̶̥̆ö̵̯́ṅ̸̬v̸̯̌e̴̲͘r̵͙̐g̶̑͜e̵̘͊n̵͐͜c̸̨̀è̶̡ ̷̟͊S̴͎̓t̵͎͂a̴̠͊t̵̟͝i̷͙̐o̴̖̓n̷͕̂, how are you?
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joshoconnaissance · 9 months ago
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GILLIAN ANDERSON as MEREDITH PLAYING BY HEART (1998) dir. Willard Carroll
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mlobsters · 8 days ago
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silo s1e3 machines
them.
+bonus one (1) tree climbing hug
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jessmalia · 11 months ago
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Mal's Gilmore Girls rewatch: Application Anxiety 3.03
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toxintouch · 2 months ago
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apéritif - an alcoholic beverage usually served before a meal to stimulate the appetite, it is usually dry or acidic rather than sweet. The word comes from the Latin aperire, "to open". ✦Vere x Oracle MC. ("They" Pronouns, no other identifiers used.) A little spice, but nothing above a T Rating. Other warnings? Joyful overuse of dashes & en-dashes. ✧𓁺 What, pray tell, can an Oracle offer a god? <- Previous: Deicide (both can be read completely separate) ✦Read on AO3
VERE: Apéritif
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The alleyways are eerily silent. Absent is the telltale shuffling of human gangs awaiting unknowing stragglers, the skittering of Soulless and the fluttering whispers of many still worse horrors. All silent — silenced.  Quieted by the apex predator.  Such lower beings are easily subdued, hunger and greed and blood lust waylaid by want of self preservation.  Only the sound of their own breathing singing off the stone walls greets them as they tear down Eridia’s winding streets.
Their feet ache with every bound and twist, tendons protesting each abrupt turn, each sudden swerve.  Their survival hinges on their ability to remain unpredictable: their ability to foresee and adapt.  Their foe is faster, stronger.  He knows every inch of the city.  Their only chance is to anticipate him, steal seconds from the future and hope that mere seconds are enough.
Their mind swims, vision a blur of colors and noise – not just from lack of oxygen but from the strain of forcing their powers to the limit.  Tracing the hum of danger: barely visible, shadow-fast, oppressive—
The world spins and slows.  They hold tight to their adrenaline, fighting to stay just one step–only half a step, now–ahead.  They struggle harder; fight to pinpoint the immediate threat instead of finding themself lost in the tide of beating hearts and ticking clocks,  a single drop of water hitting the surface of a vast expanse of red...  Fluttering feathers and a sound too acerbic and pervasive to be music, a single solitary note: screeching, sorrowful and
Hot breath at the nape of their neck;
 a salivating, gaping maw.
They gasp, breath fleeing their hollow chest.  It echoes back to them, bouncing unnaturally off the wide streets of the Amaryllis District like a taunt.  They’re too open, they realize – exposed.  A scurrying prey animal, small thing that he gazes upon from—
They turn down the length of an alleyway lined in red lanterns and they feel him looming closer, stalking the spaces in between flickers of lamplight.
His eyes, glowing–from the right–an imprint of a future they can find behind their eyelids.
So they turn left, shadows passing over them as they fit into the narrow space between two buildings.  It’s a risk, but it’s all they have left.
The cramped space is more an alcove than a passageway, but they can feel—if not see—an exit.  
They force their breath down their throat, inching quietly, feeling along the walls with bandaged hands, grounding themself to this place and time, asking the city to open its hidden doors for them.
Five more steps and they find themselves deposited at an impasse.
The alcove widens into a four way split.  North, south, east and west.
They freeze, rabbit hearted.  Their shoes stutter an awful protest as they jerk towards one direction, then the other, searching through possibilities in their mind.  Each path is screaming danger–no viable future–no possible escape–  
But they were so certain, they know they felt…
Too late.
Too long spent debating, making an unwinnable choice, pursuing once last empty gamble.
The shadows flicker and blur, dancing and boiling.  The deafening silence is severed, sliced through by fiendish fox laughter.  Animal cackling juxtaposed against their panting breaths, a discordant melody.
Adrenaline rushes them, hot in their bloodstream, beckoning their feet forwards for one last sprint.
He's on them all at once.
Vicious.  All teeth and heat and bite, devouring their air and their struggle in one fell swoop.  He swallows their gasping breath, tongue scalding against their night chilled lips as he chases the remnants of a scream.
His body is between their knees, arms around the back of their thighs, claws digging into supple flesh, lifting them.  Their back meets the wall as he presses them into it, his dangerous mouth descending.
It’s like being consumed.  Heat and haze and ravenous gluttony.  Each kiss bleeds into the next, teeth at their throat when they have to catch their breath, searing marks into their skin—a deliberately bestowed collar, something to match his own.   Clever lips—clever tongue.
The adrenaline in their blood twists, dips lower and settles in their core.  Their lips part around a pitchy, desperate little noise that makes him chuckle.
They laugh back, arching their back to luxuriate in the feeling of him thrumming against them like a second pulse.  There’s hedonism and revelry in this game of theirs—a dizzying concoction that mixes with the instinctual fear.  Kerosene pouring down their throat, stoking the flames of some heretofore hidden appetite.
He swallows their screams and their laughter the same.  Ravenous.  Savoring.  
A little blood, a little death.  Satisfaction for an instinct they can’t quite find the flavor of.
"Hmmm, you certainly are much more fun to chase these days."  He hums.  It's as close to a genuine compliment as they've come to expect from Vere.  “You work on that stamina a little more and you might even start to satisfy me.”  They huff, hands scrabbling at the wall for leverage – leverage; the word presses itself into their mind, insistent – and he watches them with eyes narrowed in amusement as they wrap their calves around his body and sink their teeth into his lip.
Repayment in kind.
(They wonder if it will be enough.)
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simandy · 1 year ago
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Most special girl in Faerûn
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floweryomi · 10 months ago
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all hail Firelord Zuko
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pencilofawesomeness · 1 month ago
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The Midoriya Twins from Singularity by WinterMoonlight
I've been wanted to draw fanart for this fic for a while now, especially as an excuse to draw Satoru with his eye scars, and I figured it's one year anniversary (and Satoru's canon birthday lol) was a good occasion for a little sketch. Both Izuku and Satoru benefit from having a brother so much and I weep at how wholesome they are.
(By the way Singularity is a great JJK x MHA fic where several JJK characters get reincarnated in MHA and it's so good and I cannot recommend it enough. We get fun new character dynamics AND it does canon character dynamics so well. Consider this the tip of the iceberg of my propaganda.)
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badjohnspeakeasy · 2 months ago
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Can Flashy Flash survive the SPOOKY TERRORS of Household Safety?!
Probably, but not for lack of effort on Tatsumaki's part.
Have a safe but scary Halloween!
Nyeheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeee
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catguangcorner · 23 days ago
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body for rent (at the end of the line)
(or a VeiFei ficlet in which Xia Fei agrees, to something. it's all subtext and suggestion, really — read into it however you like)
The underground roars as the train cuts through a long tunnel and engulfs the train carriage in momentary darkness — Vein's stare like a laser piercing Xia Fei's skull, intruding, unyielding; he says something Xia Fei doesn't catch, something swallowed by the screech of the train.
His ears pop from the air pressure. Vein's hand settles on Xia Fei's knee, like it has always belonged there. Still, the carriage shrouded in little light, still, the words caught in his throat — he swallows them with an easy smile. Vein's cool cologne — eucalyptus? — dizzying him as he leans in close, fingers pressing and digging into his jeans. Xia Fei tips his head closer, until Vein's lips ghost the shell of his ear, breath warm, words low:
"I said, just how willing are you, sweetheart?" his voice drips with sweet venom.
"Well... I'll do exactly as you like, Vein." 
At that, he grins, wide enough that the yellow flickering lights catching his too sharp canines. The glint in his eye is animal, Xia Fei knows. But he can't stand to look away. Under Vein's watchful, hungry gaze, he might just shine. Might be seen. 
"A-Xiao was right — you are the perfect little doll."
Out of the dark now, bouts of daylight fall in and out the near empty carriage. They're coming towards the end of the line.
Xia Fei does know the risk, but he leans in anyway, eager for the reward.
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wittymumbledon · 2 months ago
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one lil hal please oh dear art wizard congratls on the followers
the wizord thanks you for your words. have a lil hal for your troubles.
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inks-lil-quiet-corner · 6 months ago
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Day 4 of drawing one brother each day- Satan!
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jaydenknight · 7 months ago
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Vivzieverse characters and their Warrior cat names bc I was bored and sleep deprived at work
(If you wanna suggest someone who isn't listed feel free to reply or send an ask and I'll make another post)
Hazbin Hotel:
Charlie: Morningsong
Vaggie: Motheye
Angel: Spiderdust
Alastor: Deershade
Husk: Flashsmoke
Pentious: Serpenthiss
Cherri: Cherryblaze
Niffty: Fleetskip
Lucifer: Morningapple/star
Lilith: Lilymask
Valentino: Poisonmist
Vox: Sparkstalk
Velvette: Redswirl
Carmilla: Strikekick
Zestiel: Webwing
Adam: Rocklight
Lute: Swiftflight
Emily: Brightfeather
Sera: Lightwing
Helluva Boss:
Stolas: Nightowl
Octavia: Moonlight
Stella: Swanfeather
Andrealphus: Frostfeather
Blitzø: Horseheart
Moxxie: Possumbelly
Millie: Redblaze
Loona: Wolfsnap
Striker: Snakestrike
Fizz: Springleap
Ozzie: Flamefeather
Bee: Honeyshine
Verosika: Sweetheart
Zoophobia:
Jack: Cloverfoot
Zill: Snaketail
Kayla: Swiftleap
Spam: Foxbee
Vanexa: Sharpgaze
Autumn: Deerleaf
Rusty: Russetstripe
Mackenzie: Redfreckle
Tom: Wolfheart
Nathan: Eelskip
Addison: Addertail
Gustav: Snakebone
Damian: Darkfire
Sahara: Sagespirit
Fitch: Flintstrike
Marx: Ribbontail
Hatchet: Rabbitfang
Malcolm: Snakewing
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