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notbrucewayne48 Ā· 11 months ago
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"aphobia doesn't exist"
bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it
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rayveneyed Ā· 5 months ago
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sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.
itā€™s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks ā€” almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesnā€™t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: heā€™s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuckā€™s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.
between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking itā€™s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.
the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.
the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar ā€” and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.
you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldnā€™t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop ā€” expect an album of heartbreak from you, butā€”
a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly thereā€™s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. itā€™s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies ā€” yours, suspiciously oversized ā€” one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukunaā€™s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody elseā€™s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.
neither of you confirm anything, but then ā€” you donā€™t need to, do you?
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hinamie Ā· 1 month ago
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i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be
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soranker Ā· 10 months ago
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HAPPY DUNMESHI DAY!!!!!!!!!!!
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art-is-kayos Ā· 4 months ago
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My hand slipped
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kizzer55555 Ā· 5 months ago
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The Vampire Aesthetic
Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldnā€™t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasnā€™t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.
Danny doesnā€™t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.
Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.
ā€œSo whereā€™s the vampire aesthetic?
Everyone freezes.
Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.
ā€œCome on, I know you guys are hiding it.ā€
Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.
He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. Heā€™s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.
People are weird! He doesnā€™t judge!
#Dpxdc#dcxdp#Kizzer55555 ideas#The Batfamily think Danny knows their secret.#For once Danny really is clueless and thinks they are just his new billionaire friends.#Blood stains? What bloodstains? That must be chili.#Danny: *knocks into Jason and accidentally pushes out bad ecto without realizing it* ā€œoh sorry about that.ā€ Jason: ā€œare you God?ā€#Danny is obsessed with the animals. They are little BABIES! Damian approves this new interloper. Danny rides Batcow and has a āœØšŸ¤©āœØ moment.#Danny introduces Damian to Cujo. No one else knows about Cujo. Damian will make SURE no one else knows about Cujo.#Cujo and Titan are best friends.#I know people think Dukeā€™s ghost vision has him see Danny as something obviously not normal but I do you one better.#He cannot see or hear Danny at all. It takes him MONTHS before he realizes that the batfamily are talking to an additional presence.#And instead of thinking this is weird he thinks this is a new code they have developed and is trying to decipher it.#Duke watching Damian as he casually talks to the wall. Danny looking at Damian ā€œwhy is he staring at us.ā€#Damian makes direct eye contact with Duke. ā€œTraining.ā€#Duke: WHAT DOES THAT MEEEAAANN?!?!?#There are ā€˜accidentsā€™ like that one Time Danny was staying over and Jason was trying to sneak into the mansion.#Red hood (in full gear with guns bombs and glowing red eye googles) comes over at 1 am and crawls up the vent and opens it above Dannyā€™s be#Danny: lying on the bed with his eyes wide awake and already staring at the ceiling as the vent above him opens. *waves* ā€œSupā€.#Red Hood: ā€¦ā€¦.ā€œsupā€ (slooowwwly closes vent)
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bowenoke Ā· 1 year ago
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pov you are my brother and i's youth pastor circa 2014 when he called us The Sisters and then unprompted corrected himself to The Brothers and then said "i don't know. you could be anything!" in a room full of baptist teenagers
shout out to justin. what the fuck, man
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bluebells-and-dragonflies Ā· 7 months ago
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God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.
Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.
Astarion drinking from your wrist when heā€™s starving for it and canā€™t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).
(NSFW Below!)
Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.
He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.
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frogatz Ā· 4 days ago
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faaallen aaangels and faaatal attraaactioooon ... the end of an aaage and the end of affeectioooon
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pollyanna-nana Ā· 8 months ago
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One of the most tragic and compelling aspects of Dunmeshi, to me, is that weā€™ll probably never know (unless Kui tells us lol) how Delgal actually felt about Thistle. Iā€™ve seen people say that he genuinely cared for him as a brother and his journey to the surface was to save him from his madness as much as it was his people. Iā€™ve seen people say that he saw Thistle as nothing more than a fancy accessory or tool that ended up going astray. Others Iā€™ve seen (and personally agree with) say that the truth lies somewhere in the middle. But honestly, I think any one of these interpretations has the potential to be correctā€¦ and thatā€™s just heartbreaking.
After all, Delgal is dead. Like, dead-dead. The very first chapter of the manga starts with his spirit leaving this mortal coil, taking that answer with him. Andā€¦
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How he talks about Thistle hereā€¦ itā€™s interesting. He does not ask for him to be talked down, or captured or imprisoned, but instead ā€œdefeatedā€. Which Mithrun interprets as asking for his deathā€¦ which is reasonable, because thatā€™s likely how the vast majority of adventurers interpreted his words, too. Obviously as he was crumbling to dust he probably didnā€™t have the capacity to be particularly verbose or explain the complex backstory to how the kingdom ended up this way, but the effect is the same no matter how he may have felt with it. He asked for Thistle to be killed.
Butā€¦ even in situations where he wasnā€™t under any such time limit to explain what was going on, he still seemed not to. Most glaringly:
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Yaad seemingly has no idea that it was Delgalā€™s fault that Thistle sought the demonā€™s power. Obviously he couldnā€™t talk to him about it because Thistle was, uh, a little out there by that point, but why didnā€™t Delgal explain? Was he embarrassed? Mournful? Couldnā€™t find the words?
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Delgal was scared of dying. He wanted prosperity at any cost, and how could Thistle possibly refuse? Did he even realize that what he was the one who pushed his own brotherā€” One who basically helped raise him despite being a child himself, and in many ways is still a childā€” down this path? Or was it like watching an overzealous employee misinterpret directions?
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The way Yaad describes things here makes it sound like Thistle simply dug too deep in his studies and fell into madness, but we know thatā€™s not true. Delgal didnā€™t ā€œsuggestā€ he learn magic, he wanted a mage who could help himself and his people defy death, which he admits to Thistle openly:
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So, why? Why not tell his grandson, at least, the truth of the matter? Did he worry it might make the remaining residents more likely to upset Thistle, and therefore suffer the consequences? Did he just not care? For what itā€™s worth though, Yaad does suspect the truth from Delgalā€™s behavior.
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He ā€œalways blamed himselfā€ for his descent into the dark arts. This is just Yaadā€™s observation, and thatā€™s without knowing that it was quite literally Delgalā€™s fault Thistle went down this path. So, why? Why was it all kept a secret?
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Of course, this made things ripe for the winged lion to manipulate to its advantage. Clearly despite knowing heā€™d pushed him into using it, Delgal still thought the lion was a force of good that was misused by Thistle as a result of his madness. His face in that last panel is particularly haunting. He looks terrible, gaunt and pale with overgrown hair and missing teeth. Had he gone mad, with grief and sorrow, as well?
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Could he no longer see Thistle the way he did when they were younger? No one can ask him, because he died long before the story even began.
To go back to the original question, well, how did Delgal see Thistle? None of the previous points make a definitive answer any clearer, and I think thatā€™s just brilliant. And so, so tragic.
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be-queer-do-arson Ā· 1 year ago
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We NEED to talk more about Neil's escape from Columbia because I don't think anyone's fully appreciating just how unhinged it really was. Neil really hiked six miles along the freeway in the South Carolina summer heat, face bruised from being knocked out cold dressed like a homeless person carrying a big ass duffle bag and started strolling up to truck drivers like, "Hello there! I'm just a regular sociology student interviewing long haul truck drivers to learn about their culture! Would you allow me to interview you while you drive to your next stop?" And then he did in fact interview a truck driver AND take full notes like he was really doing a presentation on it. That is FERAL
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bigfatbreak Ā· 7 months ago
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update on patreon!
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phantomrose96 Ā· 3 months ago
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*rolls in like this is the most normal thing I could possibly say* Fucked-up Danny Phantom fic tonight lads?
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b1ttersweet-dreams Ā· 9 months ago
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ok ive decided - fuck it, v4v be upon ye this is my blog i do whatever i want around here additional v2 (& a bit of v1) sketches under cut bc well. favorite character
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n0ahsferatu Ā· 9 months ago
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pov you are a locked chest or perhaps someone bleeding to death
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caelacanth Ā· 20 days ago
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Oooooh the girls are problem solving (the ship is exploding in ten minutes)
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