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nctaezen · 2 years
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prettiest 🌹 taeyong 'ghost' behind filming
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neteyamsyawntu · 11 months
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HELL YEAH!😘💋💜🫶🏻🥵Tumblr already knows 😏
@neytris
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uvwx · 10 months
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art dumpie (mainly just some personal ocs i've made)
gonna post it under the cut :-3
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Erophile/ Erophili
-it/he/she (interchangeably)
-demon
-kooky but loveable
-a bit of a crazy psycho but it's forgivable bc of its cute face
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Temperance
-old dnd oc that i never used (i have no one to play with😭)
-tiefling but some features are def not textbook
-just wanted an excuse to draw a horse tbh
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Betelguese (bee-tel-GOOSE)
-i wished i named him something different if i knew his name was pronounced 'beetlejuice'
-still cool though
-my handsome, stinky, swampy pookie
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TBN
-cutie patootie i made 4 my sibling
-they didn't name them tho so there is nothing much to say here
-IGNORE THAT IM USING THEM FOR MY PFP LFMAOO
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Myrrh and his pet orphans
-very tragic backstories
-too tired to elaborate😭
andd that's it! i will try to redraw some of my old IF ocs bc they r so bland;; TY 4 LOOKING AT ME ART THO
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clovegirl · 1 year
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i swear you have the same path as me!! i love my new program so much, i did a couple of electives in undergrad and was like wait a sec… now i wake up and i’m actually EXCITED about school instead of miserable <333 an internship will be so cool too i really hope it works out for you 🔮 i promise there will probably other people like you there too!!
this is so nice to hear 🥹 I totally get it too bc with those courses I actually felt joy in doing them and was excited to learn more (don’t get me wrong i love love learning and my original program was really cool but it’s just the structure and how niche it was + the lack of tools, opportunities, etc., were a big part in my miserableness AND the fact that it was primarily science based yet the university placed it under an arts degree which everyone in the program hated). yes!! omg I’m actually so happy they provide something tangible for their students 😭 I’m so glad you wrote this and I’m so so thankful for your uplifting words!! thank u angel ❤️❤️
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anniemika · 2 years
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excited for the next chapter!
oh I’m glad!!❤️ I’ll try to post it in the next two weeks. Whoever wants to be a part of my tag list, just message me or leave a comment under the chapter!:)🥰
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wolfywolfy · 1 month
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Today is Julian's birthday!!!! Say happy birthday to him right now!!!!!!
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doriana-gray-games · 7 months
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Ch5 is now over 10k (ye, ok, that sounds short, but it was supposed to be 5k! But I added two scenes—one with L and one with W). And it's almost done to be sent to get feedback; I just need to finish one thing + polish it.
I would stay to chat but I DON'T HAVE THE TIME I NEED TO WRITE
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blairelythere · 10 months
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smashing our little gay faces together like a child slams two dolls together
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neteyamsyawntu · 2 months
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM2pfHtK/
Jamie!!! I’ve already added both of his songs to specific playlists on Spotify, I love the vibes✨
Also look at his smile 😭 precious boy🤲
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sunniewr · 5 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗌u꯭ׅnׄnׄiᧉ𝗐𝗋 ༴ㅤֺ᩿⠀ׂ͜🎀 nׄᧉ𝗐 𝓟᥆᪾ׁ𝗌𝗍ִ ꯭ ♥︎
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candyheartedchy · 8 days
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WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM SO CUTE ITS NOT FAIR!!
I keep thinking and wanting to draw out all these scenarios with him and my sona based on the one game, but I have so much work I need to do and I’m just internally screaming because just listening to his voice lines got me all flustered and grinning like a fool and getting distracted!!!
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fandomfloozy · 2 months
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Bittersweet Nothings
Pairing: Durge x Gortash, reader x Gortash
C/W: gn reader, redeemed! durge, platonic/romantic soulmates, sfw
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It's just a glass of wine, you'd told yourself. What's the harm? You'd naively asked.
Having the newly appointed Archduke of Baldur's Gate set up in your camp was unprecedented enough, but to agree to join him in his tent for a spell was hardly appropriate. Especially now that over half the bottle had disappeared in no time at all.
You were hardly to blame, to be fair. He had a certain air about him that had drawn you in from the beginning. A comfortable familiarity with you that left you equal parts confused and amused. He was charming, as is his way. Which is why when he'd asked you to share a drink with him, the only response you could scrounge up was a shrug and a "What the hell, why not?"
Which left you here. Sprawled out on an assortment of cushions and floor mats, a slight heat in your face that spread from your cheeks to your neck, cackling at whatever sad attempt at comedy has just left Gortash's mouth.
"You're positively primeval," you laugh as you playfully push at his shoulder, which is lightly adorned with just a black dress shirt. His overcoat lay forgotten in the corner somewhere, shed about two glasses ago.
"Oh, come now," he grins slyly in response, face leaning against his hand as he lay facing you. "You always liked that one."
You can tell in the way he says it and in the moment that follows that he knows not what he said or how it came across. The words flowed out of him without thought, as if by nature.
And you're no fool. You've scrounged up enough clues and hints of a past alliance. Words written in your own hand, and some in his, that tease at something even deeper than that. A friendship. A bond. Maybe something more, if you look real close, if you squint.
It's circumstancial at best. Letters can be fabricated, feelings can change. One page of a book tells only a fragment of a story. Yet it's moments like these, where his facade cracks and his defenses drop, that cement a truth in your mind: you meant something to him. Mean something to him. And a lifetime ago--a gruesome, gory, painful lifetime ago--he might have meant something to you.
And you don't remember it.
He's too engrossed in pouring his next glass to notice your shift in mood. You almost feel sober, idly circling the rim of your glass with a finger.
And yet the alcohol definitely plays a part in loosening your tongue. "You know, in our travels," you begin. His gaze shifts to you again. "My group and I, we've come across many an expert who have taken it upon themselves to inform me of just how..." You struggle to find the words, yet he hangs off each one in rapt attention. "Mutilated my mind truly is. In a very literal sense." You don't gauge his reaction. The ichor of the liquid in your glass seems far more fascinating right now.
This subject matter makes you feel shy and exposed, and yet his response is nonchalant. "Yes, well, it should come as no surprise how thorough Orin was in her brutality." You can hear the roll in his eyes.
The mention of her name leaves a foul taste in your mouth and a tightness in your chest. "I've no doubt she took great pleasure in her work," you retort, emulating the exasperation in his tone. Your feelings pertaining to Orin are complicated, and this wasn't really the direction you intended to steer the conversation.
There's a hand at your chin and suddenly your eyes are level with his. "Dear assassin, take comfort in the fact that you were always her better." His expression is fierce. A sense of sort of... pride emanates from him. "She lies in the very bed she made and you alone stand victorious, as is your right." There's a finality in the way he says it. He sounds so sure, as if it was written in stone. As if he'd known this would always be the outcome.
You realize his finger and thumb linger on your chin. The exaggerated sense of warmth is dizzying. You blame the wine.
You attempt to refocus, smile with an exhale. "While I appreciate the sentiment, that's not what I was getting at."
"Speak then." He adjusts his frame. The hand remains in place, save for a rogue thumb that travels upward, brushing your bottom lip. "What troubles you?"
He asks in a cavalier sort of way, but his eyes carry an earnest. I'd move mountains to ease your troubles. It makes you hesitate before you continue. "Well, because of the sorry state I'm in." He chuckles at that. "It's entirely possible that... no amount of magic or healing could ever restore my memories. Return me to I was--"
He scrunches his brow quizzically. "I'm sure some way exists. We are set to conquer an elder brain, after all--"
"If your Grace would allow me to finish my thought." The words spill out of you with a laugh. Playful yet frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that you've grabbed the hand that was at your chin. It's still in your grasp as you huff out a puff of air at the unperturbed face of Enver Gortash.
Your display apparently gives him no pause. He only raises a brow in amusement. He allows his hand to remain in your grip as he brings the other to his grin. He mimes zipping his lips shut and bows his head as a gesture to continue. You have the floor.
You sigh. "Were it possible... By some miracle or great power, to restore my mind to what it once was..." You look down and fiddle with his fingertips as you try to organize your thoughts. He lets you. "I'm not even sure that's something I'd want?" It comes out as a question. Rhetorical in the sense that you have no answer and Gortash doesn't offer one, true to his promise to let you continue uninterrupted. So you do.
"I'm free of my father. I've no concept of what it was like to submit to him fully, and I don't think I want to." The you that you hear about sounds nothing like the you you know. The you that was willing to watch the world burn--willing to be its last inhabitant, its last sacrifice to your god, your very blood--isn't you anymore. Everything you've heard has led you to believe the person you were was disturbed, deranged, unhinged. Who was that person beyond the madness? Was there one? "That part of me feels better off lost... Lest I lose my current self to it."
When you meet Gortash's eyes again, they're still on you, expectantly. His lips are sealed, determined to a fault to allow you to finish--somehow aware in the first place that you aren't yet.
He waits.
The bastard.
You bite the inside of your cheek. You sit up to your knees, now holding that hand so fiercely in both of yours. "I'm so certain of this. But..." Your brow furrows. "When one decides to leave their past behind, there are tradeoffs. One truly leaves everything behind them. Other aspects of my old life are simply lost to me. I know not who raised me up, I know not whether I was sweet as a child, I know not whether some trace of who I am existed in the person I once was." You bring his hand up to your forehead and shut your eyes as you confess. "And I know not who you are, Enver Gortash."
You either still have the floor or he doesn't know what to say. Either way you keep going.
"While I've come to respect you, and somewhat even trust you, no part of my mind remembers you."
You look down at him and search his eyes in desperation. The amusement in his face has softened into something else you can't quite place. He looks up at you, not having torn his gaze away.
You don't remember him.
"And yet, dear tyrant." You've known something from the moment you first met. "Some part of my soul knows you..." You exhale a laugh without humor.
"And I don't know what to make of that."
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obxsprincess · 3 months
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One quick fact (I promise this is the last of tonight I'm just brainroting abt Luke and Charlie
Maybe it's bc he started working out after the recording or bc of the camp shirt, but I did not knew that he was strong like that and had such VEINY PRETTY SLUTTY HANDS
Like LOOK AT THIS: https://www.tumblr.com/t-lostinworlds/737328134401179648/i-hope-youre-sitting-down-but-i-think-ive?source=share
in all this gifs he just looks sly and kinda skinny so my bets on Luke being kind of a loser were on, but then I found Charlie's insta and holy mother, or should I say holy daddy cause wtf
Like sir luke castellan u a whore, you should raffle a fan (me) to fuck and I say this with full respect as I'm a whore myself
Thats it goodnight sweetheart (its 1am in my country
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OH BAE WERE BRAINROTTING TOGETHER 🎀 n yesyeyses please go to sleep love bugs <3 your pillow better be cold on both sides !!!
HOLY DADDY N STARS ABOVE 😵‍💫 when I write for luke I’m picturing CHARLIE VER cus omgomg… my size kink is raging I-I
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ok boo I see you 😏💗 mans would be fucking lucky to get your raffle ticket !! as long as I can have my version of luke jgnjhfvnj…
may the whores unite or whatever the people say… hes the whore hehe
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littlelunafawn · 1 year
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Gotta love this 🍑 peach
Onlyfans 💋 Links 💋
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filmbyjy · 1 month
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oh-
I present you, anon 🧛🏻‍♂️🐕 and filmbyjy’s boyfriends🤞🏻
GRRRRRR HE’S SO SEXY (i meant jay, though heeseung looking fine too😤)
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xeniaxen · 1 month
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🤍🩷
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