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blackmetalstar · 4 months
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people who are still writing metalocalypse fanfiction i NEED a skwisgaar x reader where skwisgaar comforts reader from a panic attack i NEED IT
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nekotachis · 7 months
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I NEED SOMEONE TO DRAW THIS BUT ITS VASH AND WOLFWOOD
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fucksurass · 6 months
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Idk what to draw. Can someone like... Tell me to draw someone.... Please?
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niishi · 10 months
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he's so valid
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ju1ian · 8 months
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I have an idea and I need help making it a reality please I need the help of someone who can draw I'm begging
y'all know vintage Halloween decorations that are like paper cutouts??
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I want UHM James Hetfield (1991) drawn (full body) in that style and then we could print him out piece by piece and make a decoration out of him. Please someone help me I'll pay.
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lixzwithapen · 8 months
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(Hidden in plain view)
A days begins
I didn't plan to see
I lost, he wins
This wasn't meant to be
I wasn't meant to be
Here
Intense fear
The why unclear
Regret and shame
New damage to my frame
I wish today
Never greeted me
Set me free
Night or day
Matters no more
At my core
Deep in my heart
I've fallen apart
Must i take part
In this world?
In this whirl
Of pain and deceit
Fear and defeat?
I've been beat
I must follow
With this sorrow
Eating my mind
Unable to unwind
I sit down again
With paper and pen
To try and explain
This never-ending strain
Chaos beyond comprehention
Cannot mention
The demention
To but a one
Hope's come and gone
The flame is out
Left without
I shouldn't speak
My body's weak
My mind is lost
I'll pay the cost
The day goes on
Everything's wrong
How dare I hide
This monster inside?
I cant confide
Sworn to silence
And hence
I write
Caught
In fright
I saught
A way to leave
To no longer breathe
I must pay for my defiance
This song and dance
It's forever
It will never
Change
Exchange
A meaningless lie
I don't know why
I hide this beast
For him to feast
Upon my all
I hear it call
Why can't I Fight?
No use in flight
This just isn't right
I must do as told
Watch me unfold
In this dark and cold
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dorimei · 2 years
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who does commissions please please please i am on the hunt for artists
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urlocalqueer · 1 year
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FALL OUT BOY YOU WANNA ADD A PNW DATE SOOOOO BAD. YOU WANNA DO IT SO BAD YOU LOOK STUPID
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If you were put in charge of your very own country what would be a law you would have that’s not really needed but it amuses you? Example: for every five books someone reads, they get a free book from the government
Every third friday is mandatory pizza party
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adharastarlight · 2 years
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Get in losers, we're going to therapy
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inkskinned · 8 months
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hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.
if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.
additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.
i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."
"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.
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lies-of-our-lives · 1 year
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How much does romance cost and can I use a payment plan
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freckledbastard · 6 months
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post 4.2 furina finds out neuvillette said she was 'prone to hysterics' and is like 'hahaha.... yeah, yeah i was wasn't i? it must have been awful, having to deal with me for all those centuries...'
and you know neuvillette is standing there wracked with guilt like
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(it starts to storm and furina thinks its because he's remembering how annoying and frustrating it was working with her, and meanwhile neuvillette is three seconds away from throwing himself on the ground and begging for forgiveness)
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wiisagi-maiingan · 1 year
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I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.
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bi-writes · 18 days
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you're cooking when you notice him. you finish dicing the onion on your cutting board, and when you look up, you smile when you see the looming shadow that takes up the space behind your curtains. (mercenary!ghost x fem!reader, 18+)
"hi, spooky skeleton," you giggle, turning around and dropping the onions into the pot. the sizzle warms your apartment, and when you turn back around, you smile wider when he's come out from the shadows, closer, already on the other side of the kitchen island and only a few steps away from you.
he's geared up. vest thick and heavy strapped to his chest, the hood of his rain jacket over his head to further conceal the skull mask he wears. he stands tall, back straight and eyes narrowed, what little you could see of them. you put the cutting board down, twirling the kitchen knife you hold in your hand before holding it out in front of you, putting the sharp tip against the center of his chest.
"slow down there, big boy," you coo. "did you do as i told you?"
he snarls a bit before fishing a phone out of his pocket, tossing it onto the counter. you look down at it, watching the video playing. it's your mark, slobbering in tears, begging for his life. he pleads, holds up his hands, shakes his head, says that he's sorry in every language he knows until there's a satisfying hole in the middle of his forehead, a lone trail of blood making its way down his face. you think it looks like he's crying tears of blood. it's oddly poetic.
you look back at him, meeting his dark eyes, and you draw your hand back, setting the knife down. with your other hand, you drag your knuckles down the side of his masked face, puckering your lips and blowing him a dramatic kiss.
"such a proficient one, you are," you murmur. "what is that? third one this week?"
"want m'prize," he growls, and you step closer hooking your fingers into the collar of his vest and blowing him another kiss. then, you reach for the kitchen drawer next to you and pull it, taking out a thick envelope and handing it to him.
"you're making them very happy, ghost," you tap the plastic of the skull, giggling. "they like you a lot. got time for another?"
he clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side, and you squeak when he reaches down and grips both sides of your ass with two big hands. you laugh, but it turns into a breathless moan when those hands slip under your skirt and tug at the lace of your panties.
"i want the real prize, want wot 'm owed," ghost says lowly. you stand up on your toes, pressing your mouth to his over his mask. you let your hands fall, pressing on the backs of his hands, encouraging him to slip a few fingers under the lace and prod the entrance of your sticky cunt.
"you want it, baby?" you whimper. "do you?"
"yes--" you feel him bite from under the mask, and you stick your tongue out, licking over the line of his bottom lip, your pride swelling when you feel how shaky he breathes as you tease him. "give it t' me--"
there it is. now i have you.
"well..." you press your pelvis to his, rocking against his fingers, and he hisses when he feels the way you soak the fabric of his gloves. he wants to eat it, he wants to have you, he wants what he was promised. "gotta do somethin' for me first, ghost. gotta job for you. can't pay you for it though, not the way you like."
you think you see him smile under the mask, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he likes what he hears. as if he knows what it is you will give him if he just does as you say.
"y'know wot it is tha' i want, don't you, swee'eart?"
yes, you think, and you respond by giving the front of his mask a kiss, one you think he reciprocates by the way he cradles the back of your head.
i know what it is that you want because...i want it, too.
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axoqiii · 5 months
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🐦‍⬛ the freak duo.... oh my god they were aibous
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