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rocks-in-my-vodka · 2 years

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when that dance battle started in the first episode, i for real was just ready to accept that that was what they were doing. like yea. dance it out, you little funkies

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sylenth-l · 8 months

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My impression of Season of the Deep

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #my art #osiris #nimbus #saint-14 #drifter #saladin forge #lord saladin #zavala #sloane #shaxx #i was so tempted to draw osiris dressed in neomuna's fashion #but decided nobody will even recognize him lol orz

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justmaizey · 3 months

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have some taz sapphics, on the house

#the adventure zone #taz balance #taz amnesty #aubrey little #dani #hurley #sloane #danbrey #wlw #mcelroy brothers #mcelroys #griffin mcelroy #travis mcelroy #fanart #taz fanart

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bookishlover23 · 4 months

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It is such a sibling thing to do!!!

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gemkimart · 11 months

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#sloane #saint-14 #saladin forge #lord saladin #destiny 2 #destiny the game #my art

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4st4rion · 5 months

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we could grow

ao3 link

i was having a Time and just needed to write about astarion not feeling pressured into sex so. you can see this as an alternate take on his first scene or a 'deleted' scene before that one

1.4k, fully gender neutral tav. rated mature+. has him feeding from you then lots of kissing and mild spiciness. second person pov and no spoilers

His teeth hurt so badly you want to scream as they pierce your flesh, scraping nerve endings and puncturing just right to open your veins to him.

First, it hurts, it hurts, but then there's... Something else. A gentle numbing that spreads from your neck across your chest and into your belly, slowly becoming something else as it takes effect.

His moan is muffled into your skin when he sucks another mouthful of blood from you.

You gather the strength to reach up, threading your fingers into his hair, but instead of yanking him off of you like you should, you hold him close.

He adjusts on his knees — he knelt beside you when you 'got comfortable' for him to feed, but now, he straddles you slowly. You could stop him, but you don't, and he buries his face harder into your neck like a nuzzling.

His tongue laps over the bite wounds in your skin and your breath catches; you almost make a noise, but you're too aware of him on top of you to relax and let it out. You can't stop shaking, either, although you can hardly be blamed for that when you're having the blood stolen from your body.

The hand that isn't in Astarion's hair reaches up to pet down his side, settling eventually on his hip, and you hold him there, too, bringing him as close as you can.

He's hard.

You feel it through your shirt, bulge pressing against your belly where he lays over you like a lazy creature, relaxing all his weight onto you as he drinks. You're distantly aware of him removing his fangs and licking, kissing, mouthing over the bite to help stop the bleeding and help it heal, and once he's satisfied, he lays over you completely.

He feels denser than he did, and you suppose that's you, reinvigorating him from the inside out.

He breathes a shaky sigh with his head resting over your shoulder, his thirst sated.

There's a moment of hesitation before his mouth returns — this time, he peppers sweet kisses over your throat and up toward your ear like a lover.

"Do you want me?" he asks against your jaw.

Gods, yes, of course you do, but is this really a good idea? Whatever he has in mind involves putting his horny against yours, and you're already not thinking straight from the blood loss.

"Tell me," he breathes against your ear, and you shudder under him.

"Yes," you admit.

He grinds his hips slow and deliberate into you.

"How badly do you want me?" he whispers, absolutely devilish, and you can hear the smug smirk in his voice.

"Bad enough to tolerate your smart ass," you whisper back, trying to be witty, but his hands have started roaming down your sides. Despite that, he laughs, and nips at your cheek in lieu of a kiss.

You can't do this here. You're barely feet away from the rest of your companions.

"Get off of me," you say, pushing at his hip and pulling at his hair.

He tenses over you like he thinks you're rejecting him, but you squeeze his hip under your hand.

"Let's go somewhere more private."

The two of you stumble like drunks up the river until you find a suitable clearing, collapsing into the dirt together.

"May I —?"

"Kiss me, yeah," you groan, as he puts you on your back and tangles your legs together.

His mouth tastes like blood, but you can't bring yourself to care. He kisses you with desperation you've neither seen nor felt before, whimpering into every clash of your lips as though it could be the last. His hands wander under your clothes and squeeze at your chest and your waist and your hips, and you laugh against his mouth.

"Slow down," you breathe, even as you hungrily watch him pull his shirt off and place it beside you.

"Must I?" he asks, only half joking.

"I don't want to rush this," you admit.

"In no hurry to regret me in the morning?" he teases, and leans in for another kiss, but you stop him with a gentle hand against his cool chest.

"I won't regret this in the morning," you say cautiously. "Will you?"

He frowns, like he hadn't considered it.

You sit up a bit and he backs off, kneeling with one knee between yours and the other near your hip.

"You do know I like you, don't you?" you ask, head cocked. "I enjoy your company. I wouldn't... This wouldn't be happening if I didn't like you as a person."

His frown gets deeper, like you've said the wrong thing, and now you frown, too.

"Is that not okay?" you ask.

He seems to snap out of it.

"I was only joking," he backpedals. "I've been more than one person's regret in my time," he 'jokes' again, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

He tries to kiss you again, continue things, but you push at his chest and keep him back.

"Hey," you say, as gently as you can manage. "Maybe we shouldn't go any further if we're not on the same page," you suggest, as much as you hate the thought of stopping and as much as something twists in your chest at the idea that he's truly not into you.

"No," he says quickly, "I — I'm sorry," he sighs. "It's been a while since I did this for fun," he scoffs.

"What does that mean?" you ask before you can stop yourself, and it's like the entire forest goes silent around you.

"I already told you I was Cazador's slave for the last two hundred years," he frowns. "Can't we leave it at that?"

The implications there are... Disturbing. Does he mean Cazador did things to him? Or made him do things? Or both? Neither?

"Hey," you say again. "Seriously. If you're not comfortable, I don't want to do anything."

He swallows.

He sits back on his heels.

"Okay," he says, so quiet you have to read his lips. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll go."

You frown again. Tonight has become a back-and-forth of frowning, and you wish it hadn't.

"Astarion," you say, and he looks you in the eye for the first time in minutes. "What do you want?"

He breaks eye contact again, glancing between the dirt and the trees and you, but not quite meeting your eyes again yet.

"I'd like to have a nice night with you," he slowly admits. He says it guiltily, like he expects to be in trouble for wanting to spend time together.

You nod.

"I want that, too," you assure him. "Do you want to do anything physical, or would you rather just... Relax, together?"

He thinks on it for a long moment.

"I'd like to kiss you again," he finally says. "I don't know if I'd... I'm not sure about going further," he says.

You smile at him.

You bring your hand up to cup his cheek, slow and light enough he can move away or push you off if he needs to. He doesn't — he lets you guide his head up to look you in the eye again.

"Okay," you say back. "I'm good with that."

He carefully leans in again, and you don't stop him this time. He kisses you differently, like the two of you have never kissed before — it's slow, and shallow, and chaste, but it makes your heart race all the same.

His fingers twiddle with a twig on the ground as you both pull back long moments later.

"Would it be silly of me to put my shirt back on?" he asks, and you laugh.

"Not at all."

You spend the next hour lying there together, chatting intermittently about the bugs you hear and the days to come and bits and pieces of your pasts that you feel like sharing. Once in a while, he sits up, leans over, and kisses you, and the two of you get lost in that for a few minutes, and then you're back to relaxing together and looking at the stars peeking through the tree canopy.

Eventually, you're forced to call it a night. You both rise and stretch, and, to your pleasant surprise, his hand catches you by the hip as you turn back toward camp.

He kisses you one more time, slow and heated and full of undeniable intent. You're almost panting when he finally gives you space again, heat thoroughly stirred in you.

"I just wanted to give you something to think about the next time I leave you wanting," he purrs, still hovering close, and then passes you to return to camp.

He must be in a good mood again, the tease.

Damn him.

#astarion #astarion fic #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #tavstarion #nsft #just a bit!#and uhh fuck who did i write this for. sloane probably?#sloane

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amanita-muscaria-lover · 5 months

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Iron Flame lines that have altered my brain chemistry:

"She made her choice, and it wasn't you. It will never be you."

"I'd rather you scream at me than pretend everything is all right with silence."

"then what about the wabern, or whatever you called them?"

"Do I know something about the Archives that you don't?"

"And I still don't regret it, Vi. Not one second."

"You're all right... I'll be right here. I'm not going to leave you."

I look up into the wrath of Dunne in the form of gold-flecked onyx eyes.

"My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I'll meet Malek at your side."

The entire cliff, above and below, echoes it, as if the gryphons grieve the loss of the flier as one.

"You've earned an honorable death."

"My house. My chair. My woman."

"Look at how beautiful you are, Violet, coming for me on Tyrrendor's throne."

"That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers? Thanks."

"I fucking love you."

"I'm sorry. I choose your life, too. You are mine. I can't let you die."

"Less than a minute."

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synnthamonsugar · 11 months

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It's been a hard road, but we've finally found the least hinged Drifter interaction

#destiny #season of the deep #the drifter #sloane #audio

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mayasdeluca · 6 months

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#ali krieger #crystal dunn #sloane #ocean #wanted this on my blog because it’s so cute 😭🥰#I’ve always loved Ali and Crystal’s friendship too #they were so fun when they were on the Spirit together and I’m so glad they still seem close ❤️

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verefex · 7 months

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The shirt of a giant knight is way more safe and comfortable than a bed.

#giant/tiny #gtober #sloane #haven't got a name for the human yet but she is Sloane's sorceress companion #she's used to being carried around by him on their adventures so this is a common way for them to relax #also this is the same universe as Krieg and Silven #Sloane is a half-giant so he's only about 20ft tall but these two can definitely take down a full giant so watch out Krieg

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rocks-in-my-vodka · 2 years

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god hates klaus bc he keeps dying and showing up in the afterlife with the snarkiest attitude and god, a little teen girl with yellow flowers and a bicycle, has to keep directing him to his after life epiphanies each time. i cannot believe this isn’t some wild hc but actual canon

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thefirstknife · 11 months

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Drifter this week... man.

MAN.

Am unwell.

And then when Sloane asks him later how did he leave it all behind:

That's my blorbo. Crying.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the deep #season of the deep spoilers #drifter #sloane

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dailytvwomen · 4 months

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Genesis Rodriguez as Sloane — in The Umbrella Academy 3x02 "World's Biggest Ball of Twine"

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bookishlover23 · 4 months

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Tairn be like don't distract my child.

She is capable of scoring good marks and you will let her study!!!!

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dinolich · 1 month

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Sloane is done! (basically)

This is my first custom Monster High doll, and I learned a lot of cool new art techniques in the process. I think making my own little guy irl has fixed me. Get my comic HELLAWEEN wherever books are sold Pre-order HELLAWEEN: Spellbent out Aug 20 Progress pics under the cut!

The clothes were hand sewn and the plaid pattern was drawn on in sharpie. I also ended up making each piece twice as I figured out what did and didn't work with the doll proportions. Shout out to @Dollightfully's etsy shop for having easy to follow patterns I could modify! After stripping all the paint and hair I added modifications with apoxie sculpt to better match Sloane's design, color matched with acrylics and added depth to the face with soft pastels. They also received top surgery with sand paper and a lot of patience. The best part, the face!! I sealed everything up with Mr Super Clear and got to work layering up color and lines with water color pencils + white acrylic for highlights and base coat for the eyes. For the hair I glued down pieces of faux fur and razored it into the shape I wanted. Tail needs to be attached, but otherwise this took me about three weeks on and off. Thank you to the free Clawdeen doll I got from work and a long hiatus for making this possible. Originally I just wanted to see if I could do this, but think I've unlocked a new niche hobby oops. If you made it this far in the post—

#the art times #hellaween #sloane #monster high custom #doll making #doll customizing #monster high

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hauntingyourself · 3 months

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Don’t think I’ve ever mentioned them before. They’re two workers from the diner the main cast visits a lot

#myart #fester #Sloane #austin

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