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vhscorp · 15 hours
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Juste ces quelques mots, ces quelques mots d’amour, pour te dire merci d’être toi, d’être ici, et d’éclairer ma vie un peu plus chaque jour…
V. H. SCORP
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june-egbert-official · 2 months
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This is an emergency.
Two other trans women rely on me for food and shelter and I'm currently 33 dollars on the NEGATIVE.
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If you've ever told yourself or others how you're a great ally to trans women, or you love us and are so sad what Matt did, now is your chance to fucking PROVE IT. Help one fucking survive.
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koko2unite · 10 months
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pick your pick gays
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ggunbusted · 4 months
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Ya'll mind if I update Citra and DIre's reference sheet for the 80th time?
Mainly wanted to change citras clips and undershirt
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Mathias Malzieu, “Il guerriero di porcellana”.
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blues824 · 5 months
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But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!
Thanks for turning on anon! 🙇‍♀️💗
No problem!
You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)
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Dire Crowley
His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.
This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.
Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.
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Divus Crewel
If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.
You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.
When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.
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Ashton Vargas
His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.
There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.
Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.
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Mozus Trein
When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.
A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.
Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.
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Sam
He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.
The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.
Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.
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acidwuff · 5 months
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dire: night_out
crashing into parties as usual.
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irene22world · 1 year
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ma quanto sono belle le persone dirette, che ti dicono che ci tengono, che gli manchi, che vogliono vederti, senza dover farti decifrare segnali e parole in codice
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ragazzoarcano · 1 month
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“Scherzando, si può dire di tutto, anche la verità.”
— Sigmund Freud
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mostro-rotto · 1 year
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Qualcuno una volta disse: "Ti piace prenderti cura delle persone perché guarisce quella parte di te che aveva bisogno di qualcuno che se ne prendesse cura"
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foreverblondie23 · 1 year
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wandirge · 5 months
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❄️🔥
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*Crowley and Mc argue about something* (Maybe because Mc's food money is late again. )
Crowley: Mc give me one example of when I have been irresponsible!
Mc: Okay.
Crowley: Wait wha-
Mc: You wanted an example of when you have been Irresponsible luckily I have a 20 slide powerpoint presentation of all those times. Do you want a hear it?
Crowley: *cold sweat* I don't think it's necessary.
Mc: Great! Point 1) You haven't done anything about the overblot cases 2) You're literally letting Azul run the fish mafia on school grounds 3) Do we even need to go over the condition of the house you put me in? By the way, all these slides always have 10 examples of your irresponsibility.
An effective way to get Crowley to pay you food money on time.
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twst-drabbles · 4 months
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Dire 8
Summary: In the midst of Crowley’s attempt to keep you in line, a random passerby witnessed you burst his head with a simple breath.
(Hmmm horror time. I need horror. And more Dire Crowley. And horror for Dire Crowley. Kinda messy and all over the place honestly. Excuse that.)
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You are… a very strange addition to say the least. To anyone that barely knew you, that only took light glances on your everyday routine, you were weak. Not the frail, pathetic kind of weak you’d see in people like Shiloh/Tul’Veith, but the boring kind.
It’s easy to look over you. Easy to ignore and just leave be because there isn’t a point in messing with someone that a lot of people liked. You were already the dog of the Headmage and nobody wants to risk getting expelled.
Well, at least that’s what this one student from Heartslabyul thought about you. He wasn’t one to hurt anyone but he does like to heckle just a little bit. Nothing too bad. He can’t help it. The stress of dealing with his Housewarden gets to him sometimes.
He wasn’t looking for you. You were the last thing on his mind, but the combined voices of Headmage Crowley and yours ended up catching his attention as he passed through the halls.
The student paused and hid his body behind a corner.
Pages of a floating book flipped before the mask of Headmage Dire Crowley.
“Lately,” the book closed with an echoing thump, “I’ve been finding more and more of these strange books inside the library. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with it, would you?”
His claws tapped against his cane as he gestured for the book to float right over his shoulder, as though he didn’t trust you enough to be close to it.
You didn’t look any different than the times he’s shared class with you. You’re still smiling, still with that straight back and stable footing, as though threats simply didn’t exist. As though you felt you were equal to the mages-in-training.
It’s annoying, but the student had better things to do than put you in your place. Besides, the way you stared and the almost mechanical timing of your blinks was just… gross? Uncomfortable? Unnatural. Yeah, unnatural.
“Yes, actually,” you clapped your hands, congratulating him in a way that just came off as mocking no matter which angle the student looked at it, “they’re nothing more than my notes I paid to be made into actual books. The club I established is full of wonderful talents, don’t you think?”
“And what do you hope to gain from sneaking them into Night Raven College’s library? It’s not a place for handmade things such as yours.”
It wasn’t anger. Nothing smoldering like that, but it registered as an accusation nonetheless. Suspicion from a man that is the definition of suspicious himself. These strange creatures and events that center themselves around this college don’t hold the Headmage’s focus. Well, that’s not quite right. It’s more Headmage Crowley wants to ignore everything going on, as though it doesn’t matter to him.
Knowing him from the reputation that’s been whispered by his peers and friends, Headmage Crowley was probably passing off all these problems to you. From what he hears, you don’t really have a choice and are a student by his “mercy.” Ugh, sucks to be on that end of the stick.
“If you’re wondering, it’s nothing horrible. I’m not out to curse anyone or break anything. Knowledge is power and I intend to spread it.” The air around you never changed. It was as light as ever. “They will need it.”
“What they need is the ability to harness their potential on their own. In my eyes, this is clearly a ploy to recruit more people into this ‘club’ of yours. And from what I’ve seen, it’s been working. And I’m asking you to stop before I reach the ends of my mercy.”
… the student has seen those covers before. A pile of them really, right on his roommate’s desk, stacked high up like a tower. He just thought it was the latest hot book.
“Dire Crowley,” you leaned forward, thinning your eyes as though gazing at him with fondness, “Don’t blink.”
And you breathed out, gently, as though putting out a flame. And like an artist violently smearing paint across an empty canvas, Dire Crowley’s head splattered into the air. His body careened back but never fell over, as though a puppet string was tied into his spine.
It was a gore puzzle made real. The skin of his neck ripped jaggedly from the jaw, pieces of bone lazily spun and floated in the air, and the student caught the eyes beneath the mask still rolling around in their sockets. Trapped in a moment in time.
The student was sewn in place. He couldn’t run. He can’t.
“Look at your head,” you stroked a string of bloody brain matter as it refused to obey gravity’s command, “filled to the brim with dreams. Bursting with possibilities. You would make a fine meal or a fine friend for any of my kin.”
You breathed in and everything slotted back into place. Headmage Crowley was upright once more before he wasn’t.
He fell to his knees, dropping his cane in favor of his face, his head. He dug his nails into his skull, as though trying to find the lines were his skull came apart, but you reached down and pried his claws out.
He made himself bleed.
“Oh don’t be so worried, I didn’t actually give you death,” you waved the idea away with a smile, “I’m simply… sharing a memory. Interesting, right? The ways the body can die with the breath of a monster.”
“What…” Headmage Crowley looked at you, gulped, but didn’t demand more.
“We have the same goal: we both wish for these students to grasp at their own potential. Of course, my method is a little more… invasive than most, but it’s needed. They need to prepare, because with these visitors, death becomes a luxury. So I ask that these books stay, so that these students may still find a way to return to themselves.”
You had cast a glance over his way, and that's all the permission needed for the student to stumble on his feet and run far away from there.
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ggunbusted · 10 months
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I can't believe I never posted the new Citra and Dire Design sheet here
EDIT: forgot to include that Citra's new design is a 3 for 1
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“Vorrei poterti dire di seguire sempre il tuo cuore, ma non penso sia un buon consiglio. Tu ce l'hai, un cuore, è vero, ma hai anche un cervello e un'anima. E sono arrivato a credere che si ami tanto col cervello quanto col cuore. Il vero amore non è solo istinto, ma anche volontà.”
— Gabrielle Zevin, “L’altra metà del mondo”.
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