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canisalbus · 1 year ago
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I love the duo, both the historical setting and modern AU. Does Vasco ever go to confession while Machete is running it, just to 'confess' to something they did before as a way to tease?
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achromatophoric · 4 months ago
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Bianca: Why did I just see Enid ugly crying through the halls at top speed?
Wednesday: I confessed to her my feelings, as suggested by both Tanaka and yourself.
Bianca: Girl, you were supposed to confess your stupid crush, not crush her stupid. What happened?
Wednesday: I applied an analogy and equated my desire for her to the sinking of the Titanic.
Bianca: You WHAT?
Wednesday: Like the Titanic, my heart was once thought impervious, only to be brought down by the very thing it was designed to withstand.
Wednesday: And like the iceberg that was the Titanic’s ruin, Enid’s offensively bright exterior was but the tip of her magnitude.
Wednesday: Even now, I am unable to—perhaps even unworthy of—describing the sheer depths of her resplendent spirit. Her bravery, her heart, her everything.
Wednesday: Formidable as I imagined myself, I admit now that I was destined to be destroyed by her. Inevitably split asunder to sink beneath the waves of her sheer grandeur.
Bianca: Huh. That’s uh—that’s not bad. And that’s what you told her?
Wednesday: Not… in so many words.
Bianca: Addams, what exactly did you say to her?
Wednesday:
Wednesday: I said, in my most meaningful of tones…
Wednesday: *recites* I need you—
– At that same moment, in Yoko’s room. –
Enid: —like the— *wet sniffle* —the Titanic— *choked sob* —needed the iceberg!
Enid: *returns to full-on ugly crying*
Yoko: 🤦‍♀️
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0vergrowngraveyard · 6 months ago
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random wip wednesday thing! sonic and vanilla having a deep conversation post frontiers edition
”I just…” Sonic stared down at his hands helplessly before he sighed, “I just thought that maybe I’ve been in his life long enough to…I don’t know, reverse any damage they may have caused. I mean, he barely remembers anything about his life before he met me so…”
Vanilla hummed as she considered the hedgehog in front of her and his words, “Well, I don’t know much about this particular subject, but I do know how important it is for young children to receive parental affection and care. It's a very formative time for them and that neglect can have devastating effects on the child later on in life.”
She paused for a brief moment before continuing, “When I was pregnant with Cream, I remember speaking to a few mothers to get some insight and listen to other’s experiences. One of their stories always stuck out to me.” Something about her gaze turned sad, her grip on her mug tightening, “One of the ladies told me about how she didn’t receive much affection when she was younger and how she was using her experience with that as a motivator to be the best mom she possibly could. I remember her mentioning that it almost felt like a piece of her was missing and she was angry for a long time.”
Sonic eyes widened as she went on, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the absence of his parents is starting to weigh on Tails. And, while you’ve been a wonderful guardian for him, I don’t think there’s much that can truly fill in the gap that they left behind.”
Vanilla’s words hung like a weight over Sonic that threatened to fall and break him into a million pieces any second. Had Tails really been struggling with something like that? The kit never told him about anything of the sort and never seemed to even think about his parents. Hell, most days Sonic forgot that Tails hadn’t always been with him. That his last name didn’t just come from nowhere and there are people out there who are biologically related to the kit.
He’d forget that there was a time his little brother wasn’t in his life.
That no one was, really.
Something else suddenly started to enter his mind, something that forced its way in and took over like a parasite. Any thoughts about his little brother were buried in an instant and Sonic felt himself tense. One single question bounced around his skull, trying to escape its confines and make itself known to the rabbit sitting across from him.
If that’s how that lady and Tails felt, then…
“Why don’t I feel like that?”
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etherealflickering · 17 days ago
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cw: loud noises
made this while watching season 3 live because I genuinely jumped the first time seeing this scene thinking that reigen actually got hit by that truck
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poisonlove · 2 years ago
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— Surrender | w.a
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Wednesday Addams is a girl with a cold demeanor and macabre habits who attends the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Her monotonous life and convictions are disrupted when she comes into contact with T/n, a young vampire with an enigmatic charm and a positive spirit. Despite her initial disdain for T/n, Mercoledì gradually finds herself breaking down the barriers she has built around her heart. However, when T/n, for no apparent reason, decides to distance herself from Mercoledì, the girl becomes trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
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I walked through the dark and mysterious hallways of Nevermore, my steps firm and silent, accompanied by the sound of my boots. My long black hair fell over my pale face as my mind was occupied by the strange absence of Y/n. I was used to her constant presence, her teasing and pranks. Despite them bothering me at times, I now realized that I missed those interactions. Somehow, Y/n had brought color to my otherwise monotonous existence.
Flashback
I was in the library, sitting among dusty volumes, when y/n appeared before me. Despite my coldness and detachment, y/n wasn't deterred.
"Hello, Wednesday. How are you?" she greeted.
"It's not your concern," I replied.
"You know, I've noticed you're always so reserved. But I'm sure there's much more behind that façade. If you ever want to talk about it, I'll be here," she said.
"I'd prefer to die than talk to you," I replied coldly. But y/n remained unfazed. On the contrary, her lips curved into a smile, a smile that caught me off guard.
I hated that light y/n emanated, I hated how she seemed to find joy even in the darkest moments. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine in a dark room, and I detested how she was slowly breaking down the barriers I had built around my heart. My coldness was my refuge, and y/n appeared determined to destroy it. It was a conflict within me, between my resistance and her relentless positivity. I was unsettled and confused by this girl who was changing my perception of the world.
End of Flashback
I continued to walk with a slow pace, feeling my heart beat slightly faster at this memory. My icy eyes stared intensely at Yoko, the vampire who shared a room with y/n. With an eerie calmness, I approached her and began the interrogation. "Yoko," I said with a calm but penetrating voice, "where is y/n?" The words came out as a whisper, but my determination shone in my eyes.
"It's none of your business," the vampire replied mockingly, but my patience had reached its limit.
I grabbed her arm with a firm grip, and while maintaining my icy gaze, I firmly repeated"Here, Yoko, all matters are my business. Now, where is y/n?" My determination knew no bounds as I awaited the answer I desired.
"Addams" Yoko began hesitantly, "I can't tell you." My gaze became even more intense, and my voice remained cold as I tightened my grip on her arm.
"You must tell me where she is," I whispered menacingly. "I won't tolerate secrets."
With a penetrating and icy gaze, I stared at Yoko. I could feel her fear as she swallowed loudly.
"If you don't tell me where she is," I whispered with a cutting voice, "I swear I'll make you suffer so intensely that you'll beg to end your life once and for all."
A stream of dark options flowed through my mind, "I could make you burn with garlic... Or bury you alive in a coffin underground..."
Yoko, with wide eyes filled with fear, understood that my reputation as a fearsome girl was not exaggerated. She was aware that I had the power to turn these gruesome threats into reality if necessary.
Yoko averted her gaze, unable to meet my cold and threatening stare. But I didn't stop, continuing with my dark threats, "Or I could take away your precious fangs," I said with an unsettling calmness, noticing her growing alarm. Yoko knew that I was playing with her terror, and the fact that my threat touched her vampiric aspect terrified her even more. She was trapped in my web of dark secrets and relentless threats, and she knew that the only way out was to reveal the truth I was seeking.
"Ehm... okay, okay, you'll find her in Emma's room, Bianca's roommate," a surprised gasp escaped my lips involuntarily, but I quickly regained my usual composure.
"Now, please, get your hands off me!" the vampire impatiently requested.
I gave her a sinister smile and complied slowly before turning away from her. As I walked toward Bianca's room and her insufferable roommate, my thoughts were racing. What was happening in that room? That feeling of disgust, different from my usual pleasant disgust, was unsettling me.
Various hypotheses about the strange encounter between y/n and Emma were driving me mad. As I increased my pace towards Bianca's room, I could feel the strange gazes of the other students on me. But I didn't care at all.
I was anything but normal, and everyone knew it. My thirst for the truth and the desire to uncover what was happening outweighed any concerns about what others thought of me. I had a goal, and I wouldn't allow anything or anyone to stop me.
I stopped in front of Bianca's room, my hearing honed by years of unsettling explorations and dark secrets. The strange noises from inside immediately captured my attention: laughter, whispers, and that faint moan. I clenched my jaw tightly, my sharp mind trying to decipher what lay behind that closed door.
Curiosity mixed with concern, and my gaze became determined. With an eerie certainty, I knew I had to find out what was happening beyond that mysterious threshold.
Without a second thought, I opened the door and entered the room.
Y/n lay on the floor, in pain but with an enigmatic smile on her lips, while Emma held a wand in her hands, clearly channeling her magic. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut.
"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded.
Emma, disgusted, looked at me with eyes full of disdain. "Who invited you here, Addams?"
Emma, a classic and refined beauty, stood up and approached me. Her complexion was fair and luminous, with expressive brown eyes that captured attention. Her hair was brown and flowing, falling softly on her shoulders in a simple yet elegant cut. Her posture was confident, and her face reflected a mixture of determination and disgust as she confronted me. Her presence was remarkable, and her style was clean and sophisticated, in perfect harmony with her distinct aura.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust, noticing the freckles around Emma's face that emphasized our proximity.
My hatred for Emma made me grit my teeth as I tried to stay composed. "I wanted to talk to y/n," I stated coldly, not hiding my contempt.
"We're spending the day together, and y/n is helping me perfect my spells. I don't think there's room for you here, Wednesday," she replied with a coldness that matched my own.
Tension hung heavy in the air.
"It seems Yoko didn't keep her promise," y/n intervened sarcastically. Her words made me raise an eyebrow in confusion. What did she mean?
I turned to y/n, diverting my attention away from Emma. "What do you mean?" I asked.
Y/n looked down at her hands hesitantly, then sighed. "Nothing," she replied timidly. Her strange behavior only piqued my curiosity further, and without a second thought, I began to walk slowly toward her. Despite Emma's protests, I had no intention of giving up. The truth was within reach, and I wouldn't stop until I uncovered it.
My usual cold tone softened slightly as I asked again, "What were you referring to?"
Y/n lowered her head and seemed to ignore me. My curiosity grew, and, seized by a moment of anger at her lack of response, I took y/n's hand, intertwining our fingers.
Surprisingly, I felt warmth emanating from the palm of her hand.
For a vampire, it emitted an unusual warmth.
Without a second thought, I exerted force to pull y/n up from the bed, not noticing the sensation of cobwebs seemingly weaving in my stomach. My determination to get answers was stronger than anything else, and I was unaware of the growing blush on my cheeks. I thought it might be due to an impending illness and dismissed this strange feeling, continuing my pursuit of the truth.
Emma's eyes stared at me with irritation. "Let her go," the witch muttered under her breath. "It's okay,"  y/n said timidly, but her response didn't convince me at all.
Without any hesitation, I dragged y/n out of the room, breaking the contact between our hands. My cold gaze settled on her as I observed her carefully.
"So, what's gotten into you?" I asked calmly.
Y/n ignored my gaze and timidly bit her lip, revealing her sharp fangs. My expression remained cold and impassive, showing no empathy. My piercing gaze highlighted T/n's embarrassment.
"It's better if I go," y/n mumbled with embarrassment.
A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her turn away and start walking down the corridor. However, I felt the need to stop her.
"Wait," I asserted before she got too far.
Y/n turned towards me, looking at me with curiosity. In that moment, I noticed that the sunlight filtering through the window emphasized the pallor of her skin, a fascinating contrast with her dark hair.
Her black eyes scrutinized me attentively, as if they wanted to delve into my soul. Then, unexpectedly, a smile escaped her, displaying her sharp canines. A shiver ran down my spine, but not out of fear.
My eyes wandered along y/n's figure, and I involuntarily swallowed when I noticed her exposed neck. I felt uncomfortable, a completely new sensation for me in the presence of this girl.
I began to confess what had been lingering in my mind for a long time. My tone remained cold as I spoke.
"I know I'm not a normal girl... I don't like physical contact much, I hate human stupidity... I don't like novelty; I'm a girl with strange, macabre tastes who, above all, adores routine."
My voice became more uncertain as I continued, "That's why I hate what you're doing, that's why I hate your interest in me... That's why I hate what you make me feel... you're something that disrupts my damn routine."
Y/n widened her eyes in surprise, then, with superhuman speed, she rushed toward me, making me feel a rush of air. Her reaction caught me off guard; I wasn't sure how she would respond to these sincere yet cold confessions.
Y/n's hand landed on my cheek, her nails tracing my skin gently. Her black eyes looked at me serenely, and they seemed to shine for a dark reason. Her hand moved down my lips, grazing them with the tips of her fingers.
"Why couldn't you tell me earlier?" Y/n murmured weakly, biting her lip.
"I didn't want to give in to these feelings," I confessed in a whisper, feeling a strange need to bite her vampire-like lips.
Y/n looked at me curiously, then smiled. It was a satisfied smile, marked by her damn sharp fangs.
She knew she had won.
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renardsruses · 9 months ago
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Priest Wolfwood 🐺✝️
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wikiangela · 1 year ago
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wip wednesday
tagged by @diazsdimples @tizniz @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck 💖💖
i wasn't gonna post today but I'm currently writing another one of Buck and Taylor's arguments and I'm having so much fun lol (there's gonna be only one more conversation between them after this haha) I keep having new ideas for the in-between of what I had planned, and I hope all of this turns out coherent, I'm probably gonna have to do so much editing lol I'm so determined to post it this month and I'm actually inspired!
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“I don’t know what to tell you.” he sighs, averting his gaze, as he’s trying to think about anything to say, but his mind is blank. 
“How about the truth? I really just want to know what the hell is going on with you. Because this-” she throws her hands out, vaguely gesturing around. “This isn’t a life together, and I don’t know how many more times we can have this exact same conversation.”
“Taylor…” he starts, hoping more words would come. “I’m sor-”
“Is there someone else?” she blurts out, angry tears welling in her eyes. He feels his own eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks burn.
“What?”
“I mean, are you seeing someone else?” she doubles down, her tone a little shaky, but still determined. Suddenly, he feels his heart in his throat, and he has to make a conscious effort to breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
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super-hero-confessions · 6 months ago
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veliseraptor · 11 days ago
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@anghraine tagged me for wip wednesday, a thing I have not done for a while! and even though my wips have been barely ip for a while I decided to go for it since the ws are technically still ip
I'm tagging: @silvysartfulness, @ameliarating, @brawlite, @curiosity-killed.
from the next chapter of Redux:
Xue Yang opened one eye. “Are you asking me for permission to hang out with other people? Because the answer’s no, obviously.” Xiao Xingchen laughed. “No,” he said. “No, that’s not…I told them I was seeing somebody and they told me I should bring you.”  Xue Yang was quiet for a moment before he laughed, though it sounded a little strange. “Me?” he said. “I’d worry that I’m insufficiently domesticated for them.” “Sufficiently…” Xiao Xingchen frowned. “I don’t think they’d feel that way.”  “You say that now,” Xue Yang said. “Not everyone finds me as charming as you do, Xingchen.” “That seems like their problem,” Xiao Xingchen said, though he thought suddenly of the dread he’d initially felt at the idea of introducing Xue Yang to his other social circle.  “Well, yeah,” Xue Yang said. “But I figured maybe you’d rather not experience the clash of civilizations personally.” Xiao Xingchen’s frown deepened. “You don’t think it’d be that bad.”  “I’m not grad school material,” Xue Yang said, “and I’m not as nice to everyone as I am to you.”
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reverieaudios · 9 days ago
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would you ever stream on twitch? :o I think you would do really well either in person or as a vtuber!
My internet is nowhere near consistent enough right now to stream regularly lol
And I don't actually know that much about twitch! I very, very rarely will pop in on a stream, but having lived with a (popular...? Idk what's considered popular as far as they go but he seemed pretty popular lol) vtuber, it kind of uh. Pushed me away from twitch as a whole for a while lol
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eddiebabygirldiaz · 1 year ago
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wip wednesday
tagged by @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @malewifediaz
thank ya darlins! <3
here's another little snippet from drunk confession fic. im almost finished with edits so it should be coming to an ao3 near you soon!
Eddie places Buck’s hand flat over his heart and holds it there, nodding again like this is all the confirmation Buck needs.
And it is actually, because Buck can feel the rapid rhythm punching through blood and muscle and bone beneath his palm.
It’s fast and booming and insistent and utterly beautiful. It’s the flutter of a desperate prayer. It’s the rush of a thrill so tart that its aftertaste lingers for days. It’s the exact match to the blaring song that’s taken up residence in Buck’s own chest.
“Oh,” Buck breathes. “That for me?”
He should probably be embarrassed by how pleased and shy he sounds, but he can’t find it in him to be, not when Eddie’s entire body softens as he melts into Buck.
“Yeah,” Eddie laughs. “For you.”
tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @diazass @spagheddiediaz @911onabc @chronicowboy @athenagranted @shitouttabuck @gayedmundodiaz @captain-hen @devirnis @bvckandeddie @spotsandsocks @messyhairdiaz @sibylsleaves @bekkachaos @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @lemonzestywrites @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @bucks118 @butchdiaz @paranoidbean and anyone else who wants to share!
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skyrim-forever · 16 days ago
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My biggest hurtle in writing right now is I can't commit to an idea, I've written like 600 words of 4 different ideas but then drop it because something else grabs my attention
I'm gonna try to just finish the love confession because it is mostly self-contained, as opposed to the 3 chapter fic I got an idea for and started, where the ending is gonna be difficult as hell because there's too much to tie up
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superjail-opinions · 18 days ago
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jared likes to keep an eye on the inmates on his surveillance computer, but he sees a lot of things a man shouldn't have to see so casually and that's why it's so hard for him to quit drinking. he hates to admit that sometimes the things he sees fascinate him, as much as they horrify him.
you have a point but good lord
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sorrygotthesesacks · 7 days ago
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… ok?
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fandomlife-confessions · 3 months ago
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dreamtigress · 4 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags, @onthewaytosomewhere and @priincebutt!
I still need to polish up the last section of chapter 5 of Vakantie, but I can share another snippet of Inej and Kaz's conversation in the dark on their last night at the farm.
Behind her, Kaz’s breathing indicated he was laughing to himself about something.
“What’s got you so tickled now?”
“Well… You kind of gave me an opening to ask something, and I’m trying to figure out if I’m brave enough to take it.”
What? Brave enough? What is he on about? Out loud, she quietly prompted, “Go on…”
The rise and fall of his chest pressed on her back as he took a deep breath. Beyond that, he went still once more, and his voice was granite serious. “You asked me if I would want to live as Kaz Rietveld… Would you… Would you want to live as Inej Rietveld?”
What? Her mind echoed itself. “Kaz, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
“I’m asking… about that…” If his vocal chords hadn’t been damaged, she imagined his voice might have cracked with the way his nerves were so evident. “If you would want that… If you’d ever want to be married? To me, I mean...”
Inej’s mind flooded with all of the thoughts from their ride down. Since Kaz had openly admitted to researching Suli courtship and the suprukravata. Every instance of him saying ‘Mistress Rietveld’ and the way it made her feel. They were closer than some married couples already. Even if Kaz was a master of secrets, he had gotten far better at sharing the contents of his mind. Their partnership, their relationship, would already be recognized by some as akin to marriage. Just not legally, or in the eyes of the Ghezen or the Saints. Kaz wasn’t proposing. He was, it seemed, trying to ask if she might want that. 
Slender lockpick’s fingers tapped a shivery rhythm on her hand in the dark of the bedroom. I’ve been quiet too long and made him anxious. Still, she took another moment to compose her answer.
“The simple answer is yes…” His fingers stopped their tapping and he clutched her hand tight. “The longer answer… is that we would need to figure out what that looks like for us.”
Soft tagging: @intosnarkness, @tinyarmedtrex, @19burstraat, @magicandpizza, and @cameliawrites if you have anything you'd like to share.
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