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One time will not be enough.
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cosmocafe · 5 months
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Helleo tumblr dot com
Friendly reminder
Artists
Are people!
They do not exist for the sole purpose of entertaining you, or making content for you.
You are not entitled to know why they havent updated this comic yet, or why they cancelled that one comic.
Do not tell them your sleep revolves around their comic updates. Your sleep is not their burden to bear.
And hey, maybe, this one creator is cool with those questions. But unless you know for sure, better safe than sorry.
You
Are
Not
Entitled
To
Artists
Or
Their
Content
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maifazcomics · 6 months
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Ooh, the good old times~ Oh and BTW that last image is from the ARG Sabotage Studio makes on their Discord server where we can interact with characters in from the games and do fun stuff. Before Sea of Stars was even announced, Resh'an (we knew him only as The Archivist back then) entered and showered us with lore about SoS and The Messenger. AND HE INCLUDED THAT. IN 2019. AND EVERYTHING HE SAYS CAN BE TRUSTERED AND CONSIDERED CANON (words of the writer, Thierry Boulanger). RESH'AN EXPLAIN TO ME-
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anormalkidingotham · 4 months
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honestly, i'm constantly impressed with gotham's bus drivers
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Perv!Xavier Thorpe~Headcanon
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warning : minors don't read/interact, dark theme, obsession, obsessive thoughts, obsessive love, yandere behavior, yandere thoughts, stealing your things, use of Y/n one time, implied kidnapping (if you read it closely), one-sided attraction, mention of (m) masturbation, true love, implied mental health problems, drawing you naked without your consent, little comfort, fluff
Part. 2
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°What was supposed to be a new school year like any other was for the artist one that changed his whole life. Since he was on the school grounds, the rumour about Wednesday, a serial killer and creepy new girl, had spread around the school. But when another car parked next to the black old one, his eyes settled on it.
°When the passenger door opened he saw you and as if he was completely blind he saw only you. My muse he thought and his hand closed tighter around the stone railing from where he watched the students. Saw the sun illuminate you in just the right light. Saw your smile as you hugged your mother, as you spoke to her and let your gaze wander over the academy.
°Everything about you drew him in like a drug. Everything about you, whether it was your look, your voice, your body, your being, everything about you was the most beautiful and precious thing he had in his shattered world. And he would be the first to claim you. He would be the only one after all this time he had finally found his muse.
°He watched you say goodbye to your mother before grabbing your bag and suitcase and heading for the school entrance. Hastily he pushed himself off the railing and made his way to you. You were looking at the courtyard when you heard a voice next to you. ,,Pretty old, isn't it?" he said and his green-brown eyes went to yours. He could have got lost in your gaze.
°You were only more beautiful and flawless than from afar. He felt his fingers close around the pencil in his jacket pocket. He felt how he wanted to be even closer to you. He felt how he wanted to paint you, to explore more of you. He had never felt anything like this before, but this attraction seemed to give his life meaning.
°He saw you watching him for a moment and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. ,,Yeah right but I kinda like it...I'm Y/n King" she introduced herself and held her hand out to him. His heart beat faster. He had only known you for about five minutes and already you seemed to want him as much as he wanted you. He returned the gesture and felt your warm soft skin under his fingers. ,,I'm Xavier. Xavier Thorpe" he replied and saw the small birthmark on your middle finger and wondered if you had more of them on your body.
°How would you look under that uniform? His thoughts ran amok as he went from one erotic pose to another. You needed to model for him, he needed to hold you. Needed you on his canvas. How would you react to that? Anticipation arose inside him before he offered to show you around. And you agreed. But all the time his eyes were on you, taking in everything they got.
°As he continued to lead you around the academy, holding on to your emotions. How you looked amazed or even completely fascinated at the old tree in the middle of the playground. Before you stopped in front of its picture with the ravens. ,,That's beautiful" he heard her say and saw her fingers tracing the picture a few centimetres from the wall. You are perfect he thought and he felt his heart beat faster when he saw how her eyes seemed to admire his art with fascination.
°He stepped closer to her before placing his hand over hers, cautiously, to test if she would let him. But she did, looking at him curiously and slightly confused. ,,I drew this...here look" he said calmly before using his powers to make the birds fly. Before he moved his hand and asked her to hold out her finger. ,,Wow, Xavier, that's incredibly beautiful!" she exclaimed in fascination as she watched him guide the raven onto her finger.
°The artist let the bird nestle against her hand before slowly directing the drawing back to the wall. ,,I'm glad you like it," he said, unable to hide the slight blush that crept into his cheeks. She looked at the picture one last time before he escorted her to her room. ,,Thanks again Xavier" and was about to close the door when she seemed to consider. ,,Wait a minute," she said hastily before taking out a small writing pad and grabbing a pen.
°Xavier watched her write something down before she blew on the paper and the leaves spun faster than they should have before the paper formed a flower. ,,Here's a little thank you...you're not the only one who can create something beautiful" she said with a wink and handed him the flower that blossomed in his hand. You are the flower...blossoming beautiful at my side he thought and carefully and gently stroked the single paper blossoms that slowly turned to a dark purple. You had a wonderful gift, he found. You were a muse and an artist at the same time.
°He thanked you before going back to his own room where he placed the flower on his desk. His fingers slowly stroked over the blossoms and he wandered dreamily in his thoughts to you. She understands me...she gives me what I need he thought and decided to think of a plan. Something that would bring him closer to you. He needed-no, he desired-more of you. More of your personality, more of your praise, more of your body. More of your inspiration. More of the calm you had on him.
°A few days passed in which not only the new school year began but in which he continued to observe you. He painted whenever he could, giving himself as many facts and rumours as he could get from Enid while disappearing more and more often into his little studio. At night to protect the darkness. The darkness that left him alone with his imagination. But the more he drew you, the more he took you out of the picture and touched you. The more his greed for you seemed to increase.
°Whenever he touched his drawing, his emotions ran away with him. They were too strong for him to concentrate on the painting, which caused you to dissolve into colour. ,,Don't worry...I'll get you eventually" he murmured as he looked back at the painting. Where you were looking under a tree and smiling at him while in your hand was your notepad.
°As he looked at the centrepiece of his collection next to the endless paintings and drawings. A t-shirt of yours that you had left at the lake when you went swimming with Bianca and the other mermaids. It turned out you were a poor swimmer and wanted to improve your skills. He could still feel himself sitting as innocently as possible against a tree and pretending to enjoy nature.
°But the tug on his groin and the way his hands traced your body fibre-like in his sketchbook. When you were standing there in just your bikini, it almost drove him mad. The sun shone perfectly on you, making him see all the drops of water flowing over your skin. How they disappeared into your cleavage and ran down your belly. He wanted to touch himself, to pleasure himself. See if you would see him. See what you would do. Would you dump him...or even help him? A shaky sigh came over his lips and it took him some effort not to jump into the lake and swim to you as well.
°But he didn't, he kept his composure and continued to watch you for a while before he gave you a slight wave before he was sure that no one was watching you. As quickly as necessary he hurried to the t-shirt you had left behind and slipped into a bathrobe instead. That's how your property came into his possession. Just one of many things. And even though it was in the wooden shed, it still smelled of you. Sweet and fruity like a flower.
°A slight redness crept onto his cheeks as he thought of how many times he had jerked off with the T-shirt in his hand. How he had suppressed his moans, gasps and whimpers with the fabric. How often he had wished you would touch him like this. It was his goal to finally have you, his new work of art.
°And to achieve this he only had to lure you here and take what he wanted. Your whole being. His fingers gripped the brush in his hand tighter as he looked at the picture of you one last time and then at your shirt before he turned off the light bulb and closed the door behind him.
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rasalghul777 · 12 days
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Damian: Sometimes I sneak into my Grandfather's palace.
Damian: I use his windows 0 to send Drake a vague poem
Damian: Then I come to the manor and watch him tear his hair apart desperately trying to decode Grandfather's "message"
Timothy: You do- YOU DO WHAT?!
Damian: I keep you on your toes Timothy, else you may get that boy of yours pregnant and then what will you do?
Timothy: I can't get him pregnant Trisha!
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coolguypluiplup · 3 months
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Thinking about the fact that both Martyn and mumbo have worshipped the moon at different points in time
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f1-birb · 5 months
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nah Sky can fuck off with that, don't act like Lando's not one of the biggest team players on the grid
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hazbincalifornia · 1 month
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Before Blitz knew he was pregnant with Stellaluna, what made him finally decide to take a pregnancy test?
I did actually write that out at one point! The first half-dozen chapters were written a bit off the seat of my pants (although I did have ideas on where it was going) so this is a bit of backfill, but here you go. The TL;DR though is that he got sick in the office and Moxxie insisted on a test after finding out he'd bottomed for Stolas recently.
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hilsonisthecure · 1 year
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about to watch the car scene cus I'm just soooooo insane like that
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hikari-ni-naritai · 2 months
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my mom tried to excuse her extremely overbearing parenting with 'my dad died when i was 18 and i wanted to make sure i passed on everything to you that i could in case i died before u were an adult' and like ok sure but did you have to pass on your belief that the girls in my class were evil seductresses hellbent on fucking me to infect me with Diseases?
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b0chelly · 5 months
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I think this husband and batch of kids is from when she was somewhat young (1,500??? Time doesn’t mesh up well between dimensions so age is a difficult thing to keep track of) and it is her first batch of kids she is a parent to in completely normal mundane circumstances. No war, no violence, at least not directly happening to them. Just a normal privileged life, but she tries so hard with lots of enthusiasm to raise the best darn humans there ever was under these mostly ideal circumstances where the only thing out of the ordinary is her. They are gonna hit ALL their developmental milestones on time and be SO well adjusted and the SMARTEST and there is certainly no way anything could ever go wrong having these expectations, she is so good at humans c: . She does not sweat the small stuff like disobeying reasonable things to push boundaries over (chores/homework etc etc) or take it out on the kids if they mess up big time, but she DOES take it as a failure on her part.
Bo is very sad at the kitchen table when Husband gets home and he is like what’s up. Bo has a very solemn talk to him about Oldest Son still not being able to run a mile in under 10 minutes, what if he is pursued by someone running a minute faster than him???? She doesn’t want him to DIE
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sivavakkiyar · 5 months
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people are mad at me because I didn’t properly credit one of the most famous jokes from the opening page of one of the most famous American novels which is one of the most required readings in American schools on a largely American website. I used a casual screenshot where you can see the name of the novel bleed thru the page
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foiebras · 6 months
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you ever see someone so hot your fight or flight response kicks on?
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blvck-coffee-dad · 5 months
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So. I turned 45 today. Did nothing special. Got nothing special. Expected nothing special. Felt kinda dumb whenever folks asked me what I was doing for my birthday and I was just like "went to work, studies, ran some errands."
I simply can't get excited for attention or praise or being celebrated. Please don't get me wrong--I'm grateful. My daughter sent me a very sweet text this morning, as did a few friends. Birthday greetings galore came through on social media. (Including here!)
I dunno. I wish my life's path hadn't slowly drained me of wanting to be celebrated. But here we are.
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drew-house · 2 years
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Time flies
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