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eggy-the-boy · 1 year
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*poking my blorbos with a stick* 
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gemisbored · 26 days
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The vessel did not understand time. How long ago had it been sealed inside the temple? How long ago had it crawled out of the abyss? How long ago had She cried out Her last scream? How long ago had the vessel's half-sister found it laying pathetically on the ground of the temple? It simply did not know.
What it did know was that its half-sister had dragged it out of that dreadful place, up through a forgotten road and through a well to a little town. What it did know was that now it had tilted its head up to look at the strange ceiling of a seemingly infinite cavern. The vessel wasn't even sure if it could trust its eyes, vision damaged by Her burning light. The swirling-soft patterns up above seemed to move, but the vessel wasn't sure if that was even possible. Maybe it had stood there next to that well for millennia, enough for even stones to twist and curl into new shapes. Suddenly, its half-spider half-sister cut its thoughts short with her speech:
"I suppose you haven't been to the surface before. This is where the known ends and the endless begins."
The vessel turned its head to her. It had learned from Father that looking at the one speaking to you was considered polite.
"The clouds seem to interest you. I wasn't all that different when I saw the sky for the first time."
Ah. The surface. They were now standing above the kingdom, below the clouds. Surface. It should've remembered this from the numerous maps it had seen growing up. How shameful of the not-bug that sacrificed itself for Hallownest to not know its caverns like the back of its hand.
The vessel turned its face upwards, this time aware that what it was seeing were clouds. It stared at the sky until Hornet told it to go to one of the abandoned houses to rest. It did not want to disappoint its half-sister, so it followed her. The vessel was not used to resting, but it trusted her when she said it would make it feel better. She, if either of them, would know what's best for healing. She was not so fundamentally broken. Maybe next morning it would not hurt so much.
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bluepallilworld · 1 month
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✨Surprise! ✨
I'm launching a new story for my dark cream ship kids and co ^^
I usually don't warn before the first part is done but I thought Mimosa's birthday was a good day to announce it!
A Tear's Soul!
I already showed that drawing (hehe it's the cover) but now I can talk about it ;3
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The project is gonna a mix of comics and writings (because I'd burn myself out trying to do full comic when I'm not very experienced in those... They're hard, ok?)
Sooo it's gonna take me a while........................
Even if I try to shorten it as much as possible (10 parts unless problems)
I think the ones who'd be interested all know how my projects usually go, it's not gonna be a cute, fluffy story uwu. It'll have some fluff tho promise, but angst is part of the journey here! I'll give warnings each time I feel it's necessary :P
So!
If it interests you and you wish to be tagged on it, tell me now and you'll be tagged in each update :D
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[I had to compress that gif, it was too big XD]
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thechavier · 2 months
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Do I wanna know? by INnenaHeart
Harry/Louis | 1.4k | Mature
"Oli, why are the fans crying, screaming, making memes?" Oli kept scrolling on his phone, not even bothering to look up or look put out by what was going on. "Cause you went off about chicken parm like it was out to kill you" Louis paused his pacing, baffled. "What?" or Louis doesn't read his emails, his pr team screws the pooch and he's a sap when high. Also, he keeps scarring Oli for life.
All works can be found here or on ao3
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fiepige · 3 months
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Okay guys, hear me out:
Sea Serpent Hobie!!!
Sea Serpent Hobie who sinks any superyachts he comes across!
Sea Serpent Hobie who uses harpoon spears meant to kill him as piercings! And old anchor chains as jewelry!
Sea Serpent Hobie who attacks big commercial fishing boats that are destroying the ecosystem by overfishing
But also benign Sea Serpent Hobie, who aids those lost at sea!
Who helps smaller local fishing buisnesses with sustainable fishing
Who looks out for this small fishing community and in return they warn him whenever hunters show up in the area!
Sea Serpent Hobie who is huge but still manages to hide perfectly in the kelp forests!
Who has bioluminescence and uses it both to terrify enemies and as a way to calm down people in distress, as a way for him to signal goodwill - and to show off when he feels like it!
Who can change his pigmentation similarly to octopi to communicate his mood and feelings! Or just to blend in with his surroundings (also as a nod to the way he changes filters in the movie!)
Sea Serpent Hobie who's frequently seen swimming with whale pods- Orcas being his favourites to hang out with (they sometimes go on yacht sinking trips together)
Sea Serpent Hobie who likes to give people a show and will show off by breaching right next to unsuspecting boats
DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!??
SEA SERPENT HOBIE!!!!!!💙💙💙
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cuubism · 1 year
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Derivation
followup to Complex Mathematics
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“Dream,” calls Death, coming through the front door of their flat, “it’s two in the afternoon, if you’re still asleep I swear to God—”
She skids to a stop in the kitchen, grocery bags swinging in her hands.
“Oh, hey Death,” greets Hob, casually, from where he’s standing at the stove… cooking? He’s barefoot, hair unkempt, t-shirt and jeans loose and rumpled.
“Uh,” says Death, then collects herself enough to keep walking, depositing her groceries on the counter. “Hi, Hob?”
Death doesn’t really invite people over to their flat. Dream doesn’t like it and she does try to respect at least some of his wishes. It’s because of her he doesn’t live alone in the first place, so it’s the least she can do.
(Although if he could get it together enough to manage even a semblance of a functional human life without continual supervision, neither of them would have this problem in the first place.)
So someone being here is… unexpected, to say the least.
Hob looks up at her with a smile, but there’s some tightness to it, as if he’s not sure if she’ll be upset with him being here. She isn’t, of course. It’s not like Hob is some stranger.
She is confused, though.
“Need any… help there?” she asks, sitting at the kitchen table. What is he cooking, anyway? It looks like… crepes?
He chuckles, shoulders relaxing. “Nah, almost finished. You want some coffee? Tea?”
Still feeling knocked askew, Death says, “Sure. Coffee’s great.”
Hob hands her a mug, black, because of course he knows how she takes it. He’s just… like that. How someone like that actually managed to squirm under her brother’s defenses is still a mystery, but Death is glad of it.
She’d had the fleeting thought, the first time Hob had mentioned running into Dream, before he’d even known he was Death’s brother – “met the weirdest bloke the other day, why is it always the weird ones that are the most compelling?” – that there might be… something. That his sheer determination to be fascinated with Dream, despite Dream’s continued efforts to make sure no one got close enough to become fascinated, might at least get her brother to socialize and get out of the house.
Hob and Dream were complete opposites, of course. Hob’s interests were varied and diverse – he and Death had met by bonding over obscure historical trivia that no one else knew nor cared about, after all – while Dream was myopic to the point of fault; Hob got out and socialized and engaged in activities while Dream kept to himself unless he was forced to be somewhere; Hob was cheerful and engaging and Dream was… well… Dream.
And yet.
“Sorry for just… being in your flat,” Hob says with a tiny laugh.
“I’m sure you have your reasons,” Death says sagely, and Hob flashes her a caught-out sort of look, but not without amusement in it.
Death isn’t blind. She’d sussed out Hob’s developing feelings for her brother pretty quick. He was quite possibly the only man insane enough to have feelings that got stronger over time, instead of fracturing the first time Dream sent a withering glare his way. Whether Dream would ever get with the program had been the real question.
She hadn’t thought in a million years that Hob would get him on the same page this fast. Clearly, he has Dream-whispering powers she hadn’t thought possible.
Except.
“Wait, is he—”
“He’s fine,” Hob says quickly, and Death lets out a relieved breath. It’s the only other reason Hob might be randomly in her flat in the close-to-morning hours. If something had happened. “Still sleeping, though. Creature of the night and all.”
Death laughs. “He’s not a vampire.”
“No?” Hob says with a grin. “I’ve never been totally sure.”
The door to Dream’s bedroom creaks open. Oh, Death thinks, sipping her coffee. This will be interesting.
“Hob,” Dream groans, voice still rough with sleep. Death hears him coming irritatedly down the hall before she sees him. “It is early and you are being loud.”
“It’s two p.m.,” says Death, just as he reaches the kitchen, a horrible, gleeful grin on her face.
Dream stops just at the threshold of the kitchen doorway, swaying forward with the force of it. He stares at her, and Death sees the minute thought of fuck flash behind his eyes.
It only makes her laugh. “Come on. I’m only going to make fun of you a little. What are big sisters for, if not that?”
“For leaving me alone,” Dream grumbles. Hob steps over and presses a cup of coffee into his numb hands, then wraps his arms around him, swaying him a little with it, kissing his cheek. Death thinks she hears him murmur good morning into his skin. He gets a tiny smile out of Dream for his efforts.
Death watches with wide eyes. Is this… her brother… allowing a hug without being bribed into it?
Oh, oh, this is excellent, this is delightful.
He crumples into a seat beside Death at the table as Hob returns to the stove, plating his crepes, or whatever they are. Dream’s hair is flattened on one side by his pillow, and a complete mess elsewhere. He’s wearing a sweater that definitely does not belong to him.
It’s the best thing that Death has seen in her entire life. She’s going to buy Hob dinner for weeks.
“So,” she says, with barely restrained glee, leaning on the table and propping her head in her hands. “This is a development.”
Hob shoots her a smile. Dream shoots her a murderous glare.
Hob sits down at the table, passing them both plates of crepes. Death digs into hers. They’re delicious, layered and full of strawberries and cream. Dream, meanwhile, stares at his plate like the concept of food personally offends him.
Hob pokes his arm.
Dream picks up his fork.
Death grins around her next bite of crepes.
“So…” she starts again. “Seems like you two had an interesting day yesterday.”
“Yeah, Dream solved an iconic maths problem,” Hob says, sidestepping her real query with a shit-eating grin. “How many years did that go unsolved, Dream?”
“Eighty-five,” Dream grumbles around a mouthful of crepes. He slants a look at Death. “Please, do not ask.”
A startled laugh jumps up the back of Death’s throat. “Did I just hear a please come out of your mouth? Have I stepped into an alternate universe?”
Dream just keeps staring at her, gaze hard, but with a pinch of anxiety at the corners of his eyes. Wow, this really matters to him, enough that he wants to protect it from even Death’s good-natured probing.
This thing with him and Hob, whatever it is, is new and fragile, at least in Dream’s eyes. And Death knows well the way emotions challenge and weigh on her brother.
She relents, laying her hand on Dream’s upper arm and meeting his eyes in reassurance. Come now, you know I’d never truly try to upset you. “Talk to me sometime soon, yeah?”
He nods, relaxing, and turns back to his crepes.
Hob watches them, bemused but fond, not questioning them. But he takes Dream’s hand on the tabletop, running his thumb back and forth over his knuckles.
Death takes a sip of her coffee and smiles into the mug.
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She corners Hob in the hallway as she’s on her way back out to work. He leans against the wall, hands in his pockets, casual and easy.
“Is this where I get a shovel talk?” he asks.
Death scoffs. “If anyone needs that, it’s Dream.”
Hob laughs, sharp and surprised. “Well. I guess I’ll count myself lucky. I can imagine your kind of shovel talk, and it’s terrifying.”
It’s sort of gratifying to know she can be intimidating when needed. “In that case, we definitely don’t need to have that discussion. I’ll let the imagined me do the talking. But in all seriousness, Hob, it’s not needed. I know you.”
Hob tugs at his ear, fidgeting under the compliment. His gaze drifts automatically back towards the kitchen, where Dream is still sitting, out of earshot. Then he flashes Death a guilty little grin and whispers conspiratorially, “I’m kind of obsessed with him, you know.”
Death smiles. “I’m aware.”
Dream is categorically obsessed with him as well, Death has heard about it at length – but she’ll let him admit that to Hob himself.
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When Hob returns to the kitchen, Dream is still sitting at the kitchen table, deliberating whether he should eat the rest of the crepes. On the one hand, Dream is not generally in the habit of eating regularly. On the other hand, it would certainly make Hob happy if he did so.
This, his feelings for Hob, this… relationship, such that it is – it is a far more complicated problem than any mathematical proof.
Dream is not… good at relationships. But it’s already becoming far too tempting to let himself pretend this one won’t end in fire like the others.
Hob wraps his arms around Dream’s shoulders, tucking his face into the crook of Dream’s neck. He’s very physically affectionate now that he feels he’s allowed to be so. Dream can’t help but soak it in like he’s been out in the cold and Hob is long sought-after warmth. He tips his head into Hob’s temple.
“Is it really so horrible for your sister to know about us?” Hob murmurs against his skin, stubble scratching Dream’s jaw.
“No,” says Dream. Death cares, he knows, and he trusts her – a rare thing. It’s just— “I merely want to… think about it. For myself, first.”
Hob is… Dream had meant it when he’d said Hob was stymying. He is hard for Dream to wrap his mind around, and his own feelings for him even more so. He’s not like Dream’s previous romantic entanglements. He makes Dream feel… settled.
“Ah, keep it in its little bubble, I see,” Hob says, and Dream nods. More teasing now, Hob adds, “Keep the problem in your head until you can solve it.”
Unlike so many others, Hob understands. But not because he feels the same. It's because he listens, and believes what Dream says about his own feelings, whether they make outward sense or not.
“Yes,” says Dream. “You know I do not care to work aloud.”
Hob steps around the chair so he’s facing him, and holds Dream’s face between his hands. He looks softer and more rumpled than Dream is used to seeing him, and an echo of the heat of Hob’s bare skin as he held Dream through the night flashes through him. Dream tips his face up to meet his gaze.
“This matters a lot to you, doesn’t it?” Hob says, thumbs stroking back and forth over his cheeks.
Dream hesitates, then nods. The admission is worth it for the way a brilliant smile spreads across Hob’s face. He has a mesmerizing smile; his eyes literally sparkle. It’s completely unreasonable.
Hob kisses him, still smiling. Dream doesn’t know how to reciprocate that kind of outward expression of feeling, so he doesn’t try. He just kisses Hob back.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Hob says, when they’ve separated. He runs a hand through Dream’s hair and it flies up in all directions.
“Am I?”
“Mmhmm. Your eyeliner’s all smudgy right now, though.”
Dream pouts, and Hob laughs. “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”
Dream studies him. The scattered swoop of his hair, still disheveled from sleep, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, his broad shoulders, the grounding warmth of his hands where they still hold Dream’s face.
“Pretty is not the right word for you,” he decides.
Hob laughs so loudly, just pure shock and glee, and— ah. This is another one of those instances when Dream has said something unintentionally insulting. Hob never seems to take true offense to it, though.
“What is the right word, then?” he asks, when he’s calmed down.
“Vital,” Dream tells him. “It has two meanings, as you know. Full of life. And—”
“Important,” Hob says, smile softening.
“Necessary,” Dream corrects. “To me,” he adds, in case that clarification is needed.
Hob keeps smiling at him like that, and Dream ducks his head. Hob kisses his cheek. “You’re just a sap deep down, aren’t you?”
“I resent that,” Dream says, but doesn’t move him away.
“You resent everything,” Hob replies. “Kiss me.”
Dream lets Hob drag him to his feet and into another kiss. Hob holds him in his arms, swaying him back and forth. Which one of them is the sap, exactly?
He lets Hob do it, though. Pulling away from Hob’s touch is an effort Dream’s not capable of at the moment.
“I think we should keep working on this problem,” Hob says. “Give you some more time to figure it out.”
“Oh?”
Hob tugs him backwards, grinning. “Didn’t make enough progress last night, I don’t think.”
Dream follows him with slow steps, raising an eyebrow. “You are very mathematically inclined at the moment, Hob.”
“Oh, love, you have no idea.” Hob smiles at him, warm and teasing, eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s far more effective at getting Dream's heartbeat to tick up than any attempt at seduction would be. “You have no idea just how mathematically inclined I am right now.”
“Perhaps not,” Dream admits, voice low. He squeezes Hob’s hands. “But I would like to find out.”
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flownwrong · 11 months
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muirmarie · 4 months
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~3.5k; Leonard McCoy/Spock || Leonard McCoy & Spock (can be read platonically or romantically, but either way it's. romantic.)
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"Didn't know you cared,” he says gruffly. Spock lifts an eyebrow, and McCoy flushes, ducking his head a little. “All right, all right,” he says. “Didn't know we were saying it out loud.”
“Until now, I wouldn't have thought it needed to be said at all,” Spock says, his voice slow and thoughtful. “I'm beginning to wonder if I was mistaken on other points, as well.”
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AU The Empath/The Empath tag: Humans don't have katras, but why would something like that stop Spock from trying?
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meownotgood · 4 months
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chapter one word count = 34k, chapter two word count = 36k
that means finally, 70k word count in total 🫡
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"What's your favorite thing about me?" he'd asked that jokingly, expecting you to laugh or blink confusedly at him in that sweet way you always did, and he'd get to savor your flustered expression. but instead you tilted your head, thinking for a moment before you lit up with a smile. "Your hands" then it was Childe who laughed in surprise, curious and intrigued with your answer. his hands? what were so special about his hands? he didn't particularly like them, with how much blood they've spilled and how many scars litter the skin, only hidden by the gloves he always wore. so he asked you why, playful grin hiding keen, genuine interest, then wavering slightly when you intertwined one of your hands with his. "Because I can hold them!" oh, how his heart had melted, your gentle hold on his fingers softening even the most battle-hungry of the Harbingers, and he'd thanked his lucky stars that he'd been blessed with someone like you. now his claws shiver from chill and fear as you stand before him, unable to meet your gaze as he's filled with shame. it's his fault he's like this- how could he be so careless? how could he become stuck in this form, it's as bad as throwing away your love because obviously no one can love an Abyssal monster like him, and Foul Legacy whimpers, hiding his hiccupping sobs behind his talons. delicate fingers wrap around said talons, pulling them carefully away from his face, and Childe looks up into your soft, worried eyes. with two hands you cradle one of his, gently massaging the back of his bruised knuckles, trying so hard to not let your tears of concern fall. "See...? I can still hold your hands..."
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benkaaoi · 2 months
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Triage my beloved save me... Triage the series... Save me...
#last twilight#Okay so this is gonna be a bigger post in Tha. Future. But right now let me just. Try to get this out of my system okay#So as far as I'm aware Last Twilight was gonna be 10 episodes. Not 12#And like. If you watch the show up until episode 10 is almost a full narrative (with some holes here and there of course) but it feels#More complete than what they did. Here.#I believe that they were given light for two more episodes and had to write a conflict and all that to fill in there but did so without the#Timing and consistency with the rest of the show maybe because of lack of time to review and revaluate the script more etc etc#Because man. This 2 episodes overall feel. Thematically. Like they're from a different narrative. Not sure if I'm making sense but yeah#It just feels like they don't fit with the rest of the show. Some parts of they do but the final message of the show and the resolution to#both Mork and Day's arcs makes no sense with the rest of the dang show. Alas#The Triage bit was because something quite similar happened there. It was gonna be 10 episodes I think? And then got light for another 3.#The very last part of the show happens quicker and a lot of recurrent conflicts get solved faster#But even when it feels as if they had written that last part as a last minute call the show still makes perfect sense and the narrative#comes full circle. Even if faster.#Maybe it's wrong to compare them and maybe this whole speculation it's also wrong but to be honest#This last part of the show. Specially the last episode. Just doesn't fit with the rest of the narrative. writing. Structure. And overall.#With other works of Aof#Properly watching#Properly watching Last Twilight with Benka#Last Twilight the series#Triage#triage the series
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franeridan · 6 months
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i KNOW that oda is aware he's drawn some extremely gorgeous ladies since he obviously does that on purpose (though i believe he's unaware of just how beautiful some ladies he's drawn that stray too far from his usual model are), but I'm, like, pretty much convinced he has absolutely no clue he's also drawn some of the most good looking manga dudes out there. I'm sure he has no idea. He puts down lines and then he's like "???? why are people so obsessed with this guy he has barely shown up ever????" while we're all sitting here going heart eyes or whatever. It's been twenty-six years maybe it's time for him to get on with the program. It's like his experience with benn and ace in the very beginning taught him absolutely nothing
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tswwwit · 11 months
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By this time tomorrow I will be deep in the Zelda Oubliette, so before that....
Here's some WIP snippets!
Confessing It Epilogue:
“No. No, absolutely not.” Dipper waves his hands in front of himself rapidly, leaning on the arm of the couch. “We don’t eat our young, or.. That other thing.” He squints down at the… mouth . “I think you’re thinking of hamsters.”
“Small, mammal, hairy,” Teeth responds, counting the traits off on its fingers. “It’s basically the same thing, right?”
Oh, come on. “You’re small,” Dipper retorts, glaring now. Big jaws or not, the guy’s short - 
And goes ‘glrk’ as he’s hauled up by the back of his shirt, stumbling to his feet. Meeting Bill’s bright, golden, *irritated* gaze. 
Whoops. Dipper feels his face heat up. He starts tapping two fingers together, ducking hsi head, even though he’s braced on his toes on the floor. God, he’s *got* to get out of the habit of automatic retorts, it’s nowhere near the same *here*.
“You’re way smaller though,” He adds quickly, before Bill can do more than open his mouth. Pinching his fingers together narrowly, barely apart. “Just the tiniest-”
“Hmph.” Bill’s shoulders lose some of their tension, and he lets Dipper drop, shaking his head.. “Now that’s just factually untrue, sapling! You’re such a liar.” While it’s sharp and dangerous, he’s grinning again. “In fact…” His hand goes down to his fly. “I could prove it right now!”
“Hey!” Dipper jerks Bill’s arm back by his wrist, getting right up in his face. “Don’t flash your henchmen.”
Roleplay Thingie
“That was a hell of a chase, lamby.” Bill presses down on Dipper’s lower back, a grin in his voice. “Now a sheep like *this*, you don’t eat all at once.”
“Bastard.” Dipper glares at him over his shoulder, squirming under the pressure. Bill’s other hand is busy undoing one of the ribbons. A minor relief, though he almost wishes Bill would do more; this outfit’s ridiculous. Whenever he moves, the bells chime lightly; both embarrassing and tugging at his-
Dipper draws his shoulders up, teeth gritted. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
“I already have! You’re the guy who failed to get away from *me*,” Bill says, sounding amused. “And I’m gonna take my time with you.” His voice lowers as he nudges Dipper’s legs apart, seizing him by the hip. “Eating you up. Bit. By. Bit.”
Bonus entry, provided by: A Cat On the Keyboard
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morporkian-cryptid · 4 months
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I'm getting overwhelmed again with wanting to rewrite the entirety of Lupin III - Goodbye Partner as a fic my own way, because I am still salty about how Jigen's betrayal was handled and I am pretty sure I could do a better job than TMS did (hell, they handled that same premise better in Seven Days Rhapsody, and it was a B plot!!)
Except I can't do that because 1) I have to finish writing Hanafuda and 2) I have like. zero plot for it right now (but I know if I put my mind to it I could)
In the meantime please have this song that makes me think about what that movie could have been, while I daydream about magic tricks and lighters and proceed to chew at my walls 👍
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encrucijada · 26 days
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okay this wolf book is so fun actually
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osoreruna · 2 months
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threads where the ua teachers are fighting each other as a demonstration for class = good shit. 👌🏽
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