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Credits to HydraFXX (on twitter). Video by me. Thank you @angelscoda for pointing me in the right direction <3

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I need to be shot

I'm going feral

(Gifs are not mine)

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help

it’s not healthy.

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Hey, are matchups still open? It’s fine if not lmaoo

They are!

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Arcana match up please, if you are still taking requests? A pan 26 female medium black curly hair 4'11" and pretty petite covered in tattoos and piercings with a grungish style, hardwokrer, I love rock music, reading, my family friends and dog and all animals, walks in downtown at night, I'm a ESFJ I make puns all the time. I'm more crafty then artsy. I collect mugs. I'm not much of an outdoor person but I have a lot of indoor plants and flowers. I scare really easy but I love horror movies.

Oh this is easy- Julian! Julian would be one to encourage your night walks, he would enjoy going with you and seeing how much he can make you laugh by making jokes about people you walk by. He too prefers the nightlife, and while hes out doing god knows what, you are inside caring to your plants! He may be gone for a while, but he always comes back with a new mug for your collection, mostly strange foreign ones he traded a sailor for. He did have some strange contacts after all, and what better to use them for than his favorite girl?note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOST MY LOGIN FOREVER OMG

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HENLO!! could you do an arcana matchup for me please? :'D im 156cm, who's basically a Libra™️ and a Hufflepuff™️ like, im down to learn whatever i can, and to help those close to me in whatever i can do (mainly being an emotional support; listening ear) I value fairness and loyalty, but above all my emotions and thoughts (because that's what i feel defines me), im pretty intune with myself I seriously need physical contact;affection, and im totes a sucker for communication Thank you! :-D

I pair you with..... NADIA!Nadia is the only one besides Portia who would be actually GOOD AT continued communication! She would love how much you treasure knowledge, and would make nearly anything you asked yours. New books? Done. Oh? A tutor for this niche subject you enjoy? Of course my dear. Nadia adores you! Her favorite past time is taking a bath together in her private suite, sat skin to skin in the hot water- though holding you in bed is a close second. 

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Guess who's back little gay people in my phone!!

Send me fic requests !

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yes i’m a gatekeeper and a hater. i’m also God’s favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world

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Fine Things Suit You Well

Ed gets into Stede’s clothes again. The one thing he couldn't bring himself to throw out, the terribly, horribly, deliciously,  Stede scented linens. Shirts made of egyptian cotton, jackets made of the finest leather he had ever felt, sweaters of pure sheep's wool, silk dressing gowns- he couldn't throw it away, not if he tried. Because as much as he hated that idiotic, beautiful man, he couldnt get it out of his head. You wear fine things well. Stede had looked at a man who had been nothing but cruel, nothing but wild and unkempt his entire life, and he had tucked a silk cravat into his breast pocket and told him he wears fine things well.

It's love. He was more certain of it than he had ever been of anything after he lost him, when the pain that had struck through his chest like a bolt of pure fire was worse than any maiming. He's sure of it when he wraps himself up in Stede’s robe at night, the wine colored one with flowers and birds embroidered carefully over it. He's sure when he crawls up into the nook that was Stede’s bed, when he curls into himself like a child and cries. Not silent tears, not a gentle rolling of saltwater down stubbled cheeks, but like a dam breaking. Heavy, wet sobs that shake his frame with each gasping inhale, that lit a fire inside aching lungs desperate for oxygen that wasn't coming. Sobs that were borderline screams, fingers white knuckled with his grip on the sides of the silk robe he didn't deserve to wear. Because he didn’t deserve fine things, including Stede, and that was even clearer now. He had been left behind again, not as Blackbeard, no that he could handle, but as Ed. He heaves another sob, rolling to shove his face halfway into a pillow, and somehow that makes it worse. It smelled like the orange marmalade Stede had for breakfast every morning, and that god damned Lavender soap that he had stores and stores of inside his closet. It's too much, too much Stede, and Ed’s heart breaks all over again. He falls asleep when he has no more tears left to give, when his sobs are quieted to pitiful wheezes in his chest. And he dreams. 

He dreams of a field of lavender. Stede is there, and he smiles at him, brighter than the sun. “I was waiting for you, darling,” Stede says, pulling Ed into a kiss that tasted of honey and marmalade, And for a moment, Ed lets it happen. But he was the one left waiting, like an idiot, and as he feels his dagger in the palm of his hand, thrusts it into his soft underbelly, feels the gasp of blood into his mouth he feels satisfied. Feels the anger inside him die at the gurgle of blood from Stede’s lips, and when he looks into his eyes, expecting to feel content, all he feels is pain. Because Stede looks disappointed.

He wakes to the sound of yelling, of Frenchie slamming open his door breathlessly. “Ed!- I mean Blackbeard, uh- captain sir- the Captain- Stede’s back!” he gasped out, mouth gaping like a fish. Ed barely had time to process before his body was moving on its own, not bothering with boots as he grabbed his sword, face dark as he shoved Frenchie out of the way. Stede had the gall- the fucking nerve- to come back? He was going to kill him. Was going to cut his belly and watch the guts of that coward spill onto the deck. 

But none of that happened, because the second he saw Stede, he felt his heart crumble. No matter how bad he tried to summon up his anger, to stoke the fire in his belly so he could stab this idiot, he couldn't. Especially not when Stede, suntanned and with a stubble, freckles dotted over strong arms and soft cheeks, breathed his name like it was a prayer. “Ed.” Said with such reverence he felt like he was going to buckle. He barely managed to hold his glare as Izzy shoved Steed forward, and he held his sword out so the end touched the man's belly, bottom lip trembling with anger and heartbreak. And he could do nothing but stare as Stede opened his mouth, rushing to apologize, to explain himself, to quell the look of despair in Edwards' eyes desperately. 

Could only listen as Stede’s words caught around how Chauncey had dragged him to the woods at gunpoint that night, had told him he ruined beautiful things- “I ruined you, Ed”- how he had brought the world's greatest pirate down to nothing. His blood boiled, chest aching as stede stepped closer despite the sword biting into his skin, eyes glassy as he continued. Telling Ed how he had gone back to Mary, convinced Ed was better off without him, only to find that his family was no longer his. To find that his children had a new father, his wife a new beau, that they were thriving in his absence. Of how Mary tried to kill him in the night, how he realized he loved Ed desperately, how he had faked his death- Ed couldn't help but be proud at hearing the details- how he had been searching for Ed for weeks. How he had been living out of a rowboat, been chasing whispers and rumors of a Kraken sailing the seas, wreaking havoc. How he would have died at sea before he gave up searching, because he didn't deserve Ed- and then he was grabbing his arm, throwing his sword down as he pulled Stede down to the captains quarters with him. Once the door had slammed, a sob bubbled from his lips pitifully, and he shoved Stede down onto the remnants of his bed. “I was going to kill you. Was-was gonna run you through and watch you bleed, but you just have to be such a damned gentleman don't you?” His lip trembled as he settled in Stede’s lap, letting soft lips and calloused hands hold onto him, to hold him closer like he was the one who had left, like he was going to fall apart if Stede didnt hold him tight enough. And when this stupid, beautiful man pushed his hips down, swallowing his sobs with a kiss full of love, he all but fell into him. Let the scent of Lavender and salt swallow him whole, let his mouth be devoured entirely. And as Stede again rocked them together steadily, like the swaying of the ocean, that stupidly soft mouth whispering to him “Fine things still suit you, Edward,” he couldnt help himself. Blackbeard, the Kraken of the high seas, rutting against this beautiful man like a teenager in a closet with their first crush. Kissing him deeply, tasting of the orange marmalade he couldn't bring himself to stop eating, the only comfort he allowed himself, forced their bodies closer- stuttered as that delicious friction hit his delirious brain just right- and he gasped against stede’s mouth, ruining the gown he had stolen from stede’s closet. He had came in his pants like a teenager, and he couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed when Stede was holding him close and wiping his tears, laying them side by side on the bed. All he could feel was warmth as he locked his arms around the beautiful man next to him, not feeling that ache of loneliness for the first time in months. And after hours of talking, as he watched Stede fall asleep, as he brushed a golden curl out of his face, he let himself think Maybe I do deserve fine things. I've got the finest thing of them all right here with me. 

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It’s that time of year again!

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“Id die for you” “then perish” is just modern day Romeo and Juliet no I will not elaborate

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ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

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catholic pez

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NOW NOW-

Idk if someone did this yet but 😔🤚🏻

I SEE NO DIFFERENCE WTF

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the joke is that katsuki keeps calling izuku ‘Deku’ bc it means stupid in elvish slang but it also means Pretty in orcish and he has no idea until all their friends point it out eventually. izuku knew what he meant the whole time but thought it was funny and cute of the little half-elf man.

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Hot hot hot hot chocolate

HEY WE GOT IT

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