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frenchublog · 4 months
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suit tutorial
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undertheniall · 4 months
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Happy New Year! 😏🥳️
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hiro-bloodlust · 2 years
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Haven't thought I'd ever say that but you are officially missed. Now do something against it, for fucks sake.
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doctor-badadvice · 5 months
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Hello :)
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grict · 2 years
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What if I just came back to cause problems. What about that.
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syqy · 1 month
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upon your return,
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gasstationpopcorn · 8 months
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ventiswampwater · 1 year
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bo sinclair x afab!reader
rating: explicit
wordcount: 941 
Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach. 
EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming. 
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A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines​. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.
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You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.
You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.
Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.
The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp. 
Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery. 
You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.
It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).
It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.
Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.
God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.
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You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.
The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.
Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.
You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).
Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.  
Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm. 
He’s already so deep.
“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”
His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.
“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”
“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.
It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight. 
(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)
“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”
Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once. 
People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for. 
His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair. 
“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”
(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)
You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?
Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.
You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.
“Yes.”
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camelliagwerm · 8 months
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ACANTHA • CONJURER • BARBARIAN • MYSTIC
Conjure a trusty personal demon and elemental totems to aid you in battle.
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whitherwanderer · 6 months
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. : r i t u a l i s t : .
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hulloitsdani · 9 months
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Found family game night is highly competitive in the FEH household. People die. Careers are ended. Any action causes an equal and opposite *Anna Will Remember This. This a battle to the death and no one is safe.
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astranauticus · 8 months
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RWD S4E9 SPOILERS
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we really do be getting some incredibly fun new lightning flavours from VR-LA these past few episodes huh. anyway black necrotic lightning <3
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ersatz-colubridae-88 · 3 months
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something me and a friend talked about recently relating to the bestiary entries is the inconsistencies within them and how they relate to the characters. like, obviously the jester log is the first one that comes to mind, being:
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very clearly written by sigurd, with the danger level and general tone being indicative of his writing. right. okay. but then there's the nutcracker entry.
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on a first glance, this seems to just be a lackluster bestiary entry, or rather "scientific record". however! one important difference is the lack of scientific name. every single scannable entity has a (sensical) scientific name in its entry, save for these two entries. the lack of scientific name in the nutcracker entry signifies it is NOT an official record... which would explain both its short nature and the lack of scientific name. but it isn't sigurd - it's WAY too formal for his writing.
so i was talking about this to said buddy, and it suggests, well, what if desmond wrote it? the tone fits, and he's the only other character that's really been shown to care about the terminal. and i feel like this has quite the interesting implications for how it came about. why, exactly, did desmond write it? why would sigurd not have written it? considering his fixation on writing notes in the terminal on creatures and how to avoid or deal with them, i think that he didn't really have a choice. i think, that the last line of the entry being so intuitive on the nutcracker's workings was no coincidence. and i think that it may give a bit of insight on sigurd's untimely fate.
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ying-doodles · 1 month
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// novel spoilers (chp 400)
"Farewell, my... father and mother. Thank you for everything."
AUGH,, Suho finally calling both of them his parents but he isn't even there to tell them in person.. FUCK!! (ノД`)
So he told himself not to shed tears. He strengthened his resolve not to be shaken by this.
I do not deserve it.
He was going to endure the pain. The agony he was going to suffer was a way to pay for the sins he had committed.
Nooooo Javier,, You can't blame yourself like this; that's the last thing Lloyd wanted... :(
I never, ever once thought about the life with[out] Master Lloyd, and even right now.
(↑ bit of a typo here whoops) How both of them couldn't see a future where they were apart from one another... oww,, o(TヘTo)
I am actually ecstatic, thinking about Suho Kim and what became of him.
Oh,, The way his hope ignited and exploded when he heard it was possible to bring him back and how he immediately bolted after hearing where Verkis was to get him back!! Agh, their friendship means so much to me,, ヽ(;▽;)ノ
Javier activated his six-way circle and unsheathed his sword, with the intent to slice the dragon king's head.
Wa-wait!! Hold on now buddy- You're going to get killed if you do that!! Σ(°ロ°) (I know he's probably bluffing but it threw me off so hard-)
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I have so many feelings about this chapter... I'm going to be thinking about it for ages,,
The despair. The mourning. The hope. Oh, how I feel all of it.
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moe-broey · 3 months
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CONGRATS ALFONSE FIRE EMBELM YOU ARE SO EPIC AND SO COOL FOREVER‼️‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉💘💓💝💞💝💗💘💖💘💓💘💖💕💕💞💖💝💖💞💗💖💖💝💕💝💖💝💕💕💝💝
Plus some zoom ins of the most worked on panels, slightly better lighting maybe hopefully 😅
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And of course
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The micro organism (about a pinky small)
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evostrashbin · 2 years
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Every day I wake up and choose to use my artist powers to draw the most blursed things one can imagine 💀
If you’ve been around the (english) FEH fandom for a while, you know exactly what this is a reference to- 
Also bonus Dragon Grima doodle after a friend asked me for it 😂
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