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thurio-edau · 4 days
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they're gay your honor
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pinkeoni · 22 days
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schrödinger’s buff byers
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Fics: It's amazing being smaller than Hobie,
My Spidersona Diane's stallion ass standing at almost Hobies height and 3 times thicker than him:
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'We's what now?'
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lunacielooo · 23 days
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still unnamed jjk fic (soon)
angry teen!sukuna: do u regret it now? making me stay by your side and and get called out by those shitty plebeians because im a fucking monst—
oc: *smacks sukuna's head* listen. my only regret when it comes to you is that I do not have enough hands to hold yours.
oc: i only have two damn hands.
oc: do u understand? fuck everyone.
a context snippet for my upcoming jjk fic
fuck my thesis.
MASTERLIST
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pidgydraws · 2 years
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🍰 late to the party 🍰
who’s late to the party? me. cuz i’m posting this late for my favourite emo boy’s birthday.
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thesiltverses · 1 year
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Are you the official account
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cokowiii · 1 year
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Do you think Mikey ever used Cali as a back-scratch?
Do shells get itchy? Is that a thing? Do I need to do some research shit on shells?
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erinsintra · 2 months
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i love shonen anime where the protagonist is a pure hearted goodboy
like one piece, you know?
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slayyyy bestie
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hraugur · 1 year
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in this house we respect extremely ornery single minded characters with a grim obsession that do everything out of spite and never listen to anyone EXCEPT when that anyone is their favorite person. at which point they will begrudgingly acquiesce.
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bookcub · 8 months
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Bluebeard's Wives
read on ao3 here!!
There were nights he feared no one would ever love him. He tried, no one could say he didn't. He courted women, showering them in flowers and jewelry, reciting poems, praising their beauty. And it was never enough. Over and over again, each woman would prove she had never loved him.  They never loved him. The loneliness ate inside him, carving him out piece by piece. He might never know true love. But his sixth wife. . . he hoped it was her. He tried to believe her love into existence 
Anne was his sixth wife. And he hoped she was the one. He prayed she would be the one. So many women before had disappointed him, proved they were unworthy of his love but he was certain his sixth wife would be his last. She was older than his other wives, more grounded. 
His first wife, Maelle, had been a curious soul, full of questions, and he greatly enjoyed his conversations with her. She was vibrant and hopeful. He showered her in gifts and said all the pretty words, promised her happiness. He had been a good husband. He courted her for months before he had asked for her hand, when he was certain he had fallen in love with her. 
But Maelle betrayed him. 
She hid a knife under the bed. A knife meant to kill him while he slept, when he was at his most vulnerable and so he killed her first, with the very same knife. He would not be cut down. She screamed and begged. She cried that it was only because she did not know if she could trust him. But wasn’t that marriage? Trust? How could she not trust him when he had been so good? Had he no properly wooed her? 
Maelle taught him he could not blindly trust and so he devised a test. To find a wife worthy of trust and a worthy partner in life. A test to prove obedience. 
The test was this:  He kept Maelle’s body in a small, hidden away room, and he would give his new wife the keys and tell her to never enter. If she should enter, she would find her fate on the other side of the door. 
He hated that he had to go to such drastic measures, but how else could he protect himself? How else could he find a wife to trust? 
Leontine, his second wife, failed on their second night together. He had met her at a party, her parents eager to make an introduction of their daughter and host. She had been bold and made him laugh. Their courtship had been a few weeks before he asked her father’s permission for marriage. He felt much sorrow as he killed her, for he had been drawn to her fiery and proud nature. He naively hoped she would be the one. She fought hard, kicking and hitting him while he held her down. She even scratched him hard enough to scar his face. Women were cruel creatures indeed. 
He started locking the windows after Daphne. His third wife he met when she was a child, and he was a younger man. He thought it was fate that brought her back into his life. She was quiet and shy, demure as a young fawn. She failed the test within a week of their wedding. It was late one night when she almost escaped, she was much faster than he expected. She did not scream when she opened the door in the middle of the night, merely fled into the night, and it was only the creek of the window that gave her away. He had not expected much defiance from a woman who could not even meet his eyes. He caught her in the water, her hands covered in the dead womens’ blood, drowning her before she could plead a defense. 
Her body fit perfectly next to Leontinne’s. 
He craved to have a wife he could trust, to depend on, someone who understood him. After Daphne was Reinne and she passed his test he knew, telling him she had no time to rifle through things, she had a house to maintain. This gave him hope. But oh, how he grew to hate her. 
She made him feel wrong, too angry, too out of control. She always scolded him, complained about how much he traveled. And he prayed she would fail his test. He hated the way she looked at him, despised her condescending tone. He traveled more and more to stay away but she never failed. 
But she could not be trusted, so he killed her too, for she made him feel small and weak and he was not. He proved how strong he was and this time, there was a satisfaction for having his wife out of his life. 
Oriane was his last wife. She was a hopeful and musical soul. When he heard her play the piano, he decided he would marry her next. He enjoyed her constant movement and she was always in awe of his treasurers. He did not get to know her well, as he was forced to kill her on their wedding night. She found the keys before he gave her the test, and he found her fleeing through the house, killing her before she could scream. 
He was with Anne now, for he would not give up no matter how many women failed him. She was Oriane’s elder sister, a proud and solemn woman. She did not laugh or smile, but she was different, for she had asked her father for permission to wed him before he could consider courting her. His heart leapt, for he had never been chased, never outwardly been desired by a woman. They were married one month after the funeral, where he had not faked the tears that fell from his face. He mourned all his wives and the happiness they denied him. 
He had never felt optimistic like this before. He wanted Anne to be the one, needed her to be the one. This was not a first love but a lot that would stand the test of time. 
They were together this night, and she had brought him tea from the kitchen. He gazed lovingly at her as they sat across from each other, on their wedding bed. She held his gaze. He moved to compliment the tea, but found himself unable to move. His eyes widened in shock, trying to warn his wife, but when his eyes focused on her, she stared back, resolute. 
“You are dying,” she said, her voice icy calm. “Would you like to know why?” 
But of course, he couldn’t answer. His body slowly slid out of his chair and she eased his body to the floor, kneeling over him. 
“Did you know Oriane was a witch?” Anne asked. “She wasn’t very powerful, neither am I. We know how to make a few potions, mostly but we had both mastered one spell: telepathy. It only works when both minds are receptive to it. We talked every day. She called to me when she first discovered your closet. I saw everything through her eyes. I saw you kill her. I was helpless to stop you. I vowed I would get her justice and so I have. I wanted to make it last, I wanted to torture you as you destroyed them. But my vengeance was not worth the risk of you harming another. 
“You cried at the funeral and it took all my strength not to murder you in that moment. What right do you have to cry over a woman you killed? She was dead because you chose to kill her. You cannot choose to mourn her. You are a monster.”
Her voice was strained as she continued, tears starting to form in her eyes. “She was my heart, and when you killed her, I died with her. She would have been kinder in her justice, you know. She would only kill in self defense, but I believe in justice. You will never hurt another. You are done.” 
She plunged the knife into his chest and watched him while he drew his last breath. 
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eyluvu · 1 month
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OKAY OKAY SO is leo a main character in trials of apollo this is a make or break situation
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bcbdrums · 5 months
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Me, scrolling my tumblr drafts for something: stein, stein, stein, spirit, spirit, stein, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, maka, stein, stein, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, trash post, stein, stein, spirit, stein, maka, stein&spirit, stein&spirit, stein&spirit
Me, frustrated: man, where is that one thing!!!!
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tblsomedoodles · 5 months
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Are you still working on this?
You're going to have to be a bit more specific lol. I have a lot of things i'm still working on : )
THank you!
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oh-look-an-artist · 10 days
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My sister just showed me a new Sims game pack where they make it South East Asia themed and I noticed that the map has a lot of trees. Then I noticed even more :
Now, question to America : Aren't there trees in American neighborhoods? Or you guys just cut it all down?
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your-girl-circe · 3 months
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"Why u are always alone" "why don't you find someone?" "there's so many who want you" blaaaaaa bla bla blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Girl chill, he has to differ from the mass.
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◎ if you had to pick a favorite Autobot or decpeticon who would you choose?
The Leviacon thought for a moment.
"It is quite hard to simply pick one, however I will say that Skyfire had piqued my interest on more than on occasion. Now if we are talking Decepticons, then I'd say Astrotrain."
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