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haridraws · 23 days
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snippet of something from patreon
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shihlun · 8 months
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"Himiko" (directed and written by Masahiro Shinoda / script by Taeko Tomioka / Hyogen-sha, ATG / 1974), poster design by Kiyoshi Awazu.
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sailor-aviator · 5 months
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PSA
Hey, really quick...
Please stop asking me when I'm updating things. I know you guys are excited, and I'm really glad that you guys love these stories so much! But, I also have a life outside of this website (believe it or not). I'm starting a new job on Monday, and then I work my retail job on the weekends. That means I'm literally working seven days a week right now. I won't have a day off until Thanksgiving (Nov 24 for my non-American followers) and then I go right back to working.
I love writing, I do, but when I get asked when something is going to be updated, it makes me not want to touch that story for even longer. Yay executive dysfunction!! Anyway, every time one of you asks me when I'm updating a fic, it's going to take that much longer for me to update it.
Also, this is in no way related to the messages asking me WHY I'm not updating something or WHY something is on pause. This is directed at the people sending me direct messages saying "When are you updating x?" or "You haven't updated x in a while" or "Your timelines are falling behind. You might want to fix that."
Like, I'm fully aware that two of my stories are getting more attention right now. That's because I'm more inspired to write for them at the moment. And when they're done, it'll probably be your story next! Please just let me write in peace because I'm stressed out about life enough as it is, and I don't want to start hating what I love doing so much.
Anyway, I hope this didn't come off as mean or anything. I just wanted y'all to be aware of some things.
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unluckymarch · 1 year
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amayo no seppun ❀
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tavyliasin · 4 months
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Get your fresh hot serving of Soft!Raphael x f!Tav right here!
Our dear Tav has found herself in quite the pickle, to put it lightly, but luckily a villainous saviour is on hand to come to her aid...
This piece is within the ATG continuity, so it references chapters 4, 9, 10, 11, and 12, though those aren't necessary to read to enjoy this as a standalone piece~ it'll just give a little more context to some of the conversation and a couple of unique details in my ongoing plot~ I really enjoyed looking more under Raphael's skin with this one, getting a feel for how he might actually care in his own infernal way, and how he may struggle to see that. In short, he's so deep in denial his postcode is in Egypt, and I love that for him. This one is split into 2 chapters, totalling over 8k words, so you're only going to get a couple of extracts below the cut for now and the full work is on the link~ As it often is, NSFW and not suitable for under 18s so minors DNI~
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He pulled up a chair taking a seat beside where she lay face down, devoid of most dignity as the cleric yanked another large chunk of mahogany from her rear. “FUCK could you at least warn me a little next time?” The elf shrugged. “The pain would be no different either way. Kinder if you don’t know it’s coming, really.” They pulled another piece midway through the sentence as if to prove a point. “Are you almost finished?” Raphael hissed a little too impatiently, brown eyes flicking across Tav’s face briefly again as she winced in pain. He should be used to people suffering, he was certainly good enough at arranging it, but there was something in the way his face twitched, as if his expressions were beginning to slip. “Not much left. Only half a door in her, not a whole one, and the bones will need longer to set.” They gestured to the splint and bandages down Tav’s leg and on one of her wrists. “Only a few days, especially if you use everything you have at your disposal, but the bone still needs to knit together properly or her dreams of joining the circus will be completely gone.” “The circus?” The cambion looked at her, perplexed. “In my defence, those potions are really strong. And so is the pain. I was barely conscious.” She shrugged. “Besides, I used to enjoy Dribbles performing when I was young. Who didn’t?” She tried to push aside the memory of the clown’s dismembered body parts they kept finding in the city. That could wait. “Little Mouse, you’re not a performer. Even if you do like to dance with danger for no reason.” He sighed, almost reaching out to her but stopping short, putting his hand instead on the edge of the table and standing up.  “The damage shouldn’t be permanent. But you will be staying here for the duration of your recovery.” “Excuse me?” She tried to raise herself up more on her arms to see his face where he stood above her, but shuddered as the pain pulled at the nerves in her shoulder. “Stop trying so hard, Little Mouse, you are quite safe. I will not have any further harm come to my favourite client.” He gently pressed her shoulder back down, hand remaining there for far longer than either of them expected. “Ah. There it is. Client . You still have use for me, that’s why you’re going so far for my sake.” She hadn’t expected anything more, but it stung nonetheless. Raphael faltered, the warmth of his fingers still refusing to leave her. “You are not just any client, Mouse. I have told you before, I have no desire to turn you into just some pitiful debtor, nor do I wish to chain you to any contract beyond what I offered before.” He continued to justify his actions, denying his motivations to himself as much as to anyone else. “You and your friends are uniquely positioned to get what I want, and I can provide you with the means to keep your lovely face tentacle free. ” Lovely? She turned the word over in her mind. No, another trick to loosen her grip on her sanity and make her sign. She hadn’t decided yet...and they had time still. She was certain that if it came down to it, she could make that deal at the very last possible moment, if she had to. Although, that would give him a lot more power… Tav groaned. Why is nothing ever simple, and why do I have to be the one to decide all of this? And why is he still being so nice? It’s easier when it’s just unhinged sex, or the usual mind games, the back and forth of Cat and Mouse…
“Get some rest, Little Mouse. You will need it. Our foes will not wait forever.” The cambion’s hand caressed her hair gently, a move that surprised them both again. He withdrew, as if he had touched the very edge of a hot stove. Although, who had ever heard of a devil getting burned? ----- SOME TIME LATER ----- The heavy door swung open swiftly on creaking hinges, closing just as quickly behind Raphael as he moved towards the bed. She was laying where he left her, cheeks flush, lips slightly parted, hair still in disarray from sleep. Even the gown remained pushed up to her upper thigh, revealing her legs, the remnants of technicolour bruising beneath her pale skin. 
Tav was an invitation like this, one he was loathe to accept for now…but clearly she could not be left unsated. Incubus saliva could be unbearable without a resolution to that painful arousal. It might even slow her recovery, which he would not allow. The cambion approached the bedside, already removing the lid from the salve’s jar. He sat lower down beside her, body turned to face her. “Your permission, Mouse, I would like to hear it.” “O-oh.” She stuttered for a moment, the tips of her pointed ears beginning to match the redness in her cheeks. “Of course. Do what you need to do, I trust you.” His brow furrowed at those last three words. Of course that’s what he wanted, her trust, he was not in a habit of lying least of all to his favourite client. But hearing it? That was different. “Should you wish me to stop, you need only say the word. You understand?” — It was Tav’s turn to frown now. What was there to understand? It was a simple healing balm, nothing she hadn’t used before. She could easily apply it herself, but she was also loathe to argue with Raphael when he looked this serious. What she was not hearing, however, was the undercurrent to his words. She didn’t see the way his eyes travelled her body, gauging her reaction as he began to massage the balm over her wounds. Not a drop of incubus saliva had passed her lips, by potion or otherwise, so she was blissfully oblivious to the cambion’s present concerns. Though, decidedly, the feel of his hands moving further up her leg had a very similar effect.  
Feeling the soothing effects of the salve sinking in to her wounds brought a soft sigh from within her, the deeper massage of tender fingers colouring the sound with the hint of a moan. Seeing his eyes flash with a momentary flame was certainly not helping. It would be hard to deny her own desire either, the thoughts that had passed through her mind in the few minutes he had been gone… Of course, some of those were remarkably close to the sight of brown hair descending towards her thighs-
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mademoiselle-red · 3 months
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kdlavs · 7 months
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ALL Reunion 🥰
Luke with James Nortan,Omari Douglas,Nathalie Armin, Zachary Wyatt, Emily Vaughn-Barrett & Emilio Doorgasingh at the ATG Summer Party hosted by Ambassador Theatre Group CEO ✨️
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bespokeredmayne · 1 month
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Broadway-bound
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As rehearsals launch this week for Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club on Broadway, we recall the first glimpse we received of Eddie Redmayne’s shape-shifting Emcee rehearsing “Money” with a brilliant ensemble just before the London opening in Nov. 2021…+ his final look in the number’s iconic costume by Tom Scutt. 📸: Marc Brenner 🎥: Spotify Cabaret London cast recording
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starrypaint09 · 5 months
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Just drew this
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Bonus alt version:
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haridraws · 8 months
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Thinking about Them (ships)
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shihlun · 10 months
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Akio Jissoji
- Mandala
1971
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sailor-aviator · 2 months
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After I write the one-shot for Valentine’s Day and finish some other stuff up…
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unluckymarch · 1 year
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Woo go!
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the-red-rook · 6 months
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Fan Art od ANDREW MINYARD from afterthegame
I really love him 🥺
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sol-draws-sometimes · 4 months
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I HATE AGT, I HATE AGT, I AGT
WHY, WHY, WHY
WHY IS EVERY FUCKING CLASSICAL MUSICIAN LIKE "THEY WERE BORING BEFORE THE SWITCHED TO THE MORE INTERESTING GENERE"
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
I HATE THIS FUCKING TROPE AND AGT LEADS INTO IT ALL THE TIME GAAAAAAAAAAH (btw, I'm not mad at the people who make it their set. It's just how the fucking editing will show how "more cool" it is when the switch the genre instead of, "wow! they have stylstic range!")
Also, fully admiting here that classical music is NOT my fav genre. Neither to listen to or sing to. But like- as a classical musician I just- I hate how classical musicians have to repackage classical music to make it "more palatable" and "less boring" for general audiences like- TRUST ME IT'S POSSIBLE TO GET PEOPLE INTERESTED IN CLASSICAL MUSIC!!!
YALL REMEBER PEOPLE MOSHING TO CLASSICAL MUSIC (another compilation)
I'm not saying we have to only present it in music festivals but like, if you tell people "it's boring" they're gonna think it's boring, like PLEEEASE STOP. PEOPLE CAN ENJOY CLASSICAL MUSIC. IT'S NOT THIS HOITY TOITY ELITIST GENERE. I MEAN YES THERE ARE ELITISM PROBLEMS IN THE SPACE BUT- YOU CAN MAKE ALL PEOPLE CARE ABOUT CLASSICAL MUSIC. AAAAAAAAH
-sincerely, a pissed classical musician
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