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#I LOVE PAIN AND SUFFERING
nibeul · 5 months
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maki.
[id: It's a redraw of the volume 22 cover of of Maki with a composition that has been altered to mimick Gail Potocki’s “Lena and the Swan”. Maki lies on sand as ocean surf crashes into her, one hand lower and holding her sword while the other is above her head, reaching out to Mai’s whose pinky is hooked to hers. The swan has been replaced by a goose who is partially pinned by Maki’s body, partially sprawled over her. Maki is drawn with tan skin and burn scars from her fight with Jogo. She is wearing a black sleeveless shirt, a brown and gold belt, and black pants. /end id]
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almondpiglet · 11 days
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wip of a request im trying to finish i’m gonna die painting this!!
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aaronwhorechner · 2 months
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aaron "if anything happens to her, i will destroy you, you can count on that" hotchner
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peterparkcr · 1 year
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GAP THE SERIES Episode 11
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iamacolor · 5 months
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Kang Yeong Hwa's tears fell like the rain that day. I fell asleep for the first time in 1500 years. And the moments I encountered you unfolded like a dream. You approached me to kill me, but I saw the moment you became my reason to live. After seeing your countless deaths, the moment I got to meet you as Kang Yeong Hwa for the first time...I thought I blamed and resented you, but there was a moment I realized all of that was my longing for you. Seeing the dreamlike moments in which we were finally together, I realized that I was miserable at times in my long life but that because I met you I was finally able to be overwhelmingly happy.
MOON IN THE DAY - EPISODE 14
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hcnnibal · 3 months
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i routinely reread look homeward bc i like to torture myself and after marinating in your playlists for the last week i have so many feelings about the second page of chapter one—the little sigh of relief and flush a1 gets when a2 walks in the door? how long has it been since they’ve seen each other??? what happened the last time they saw each other?? and then page 12 of ch 2 “i didn’t think you’d come for me… I just… meant—after” ansjskakdnskksjsjd
“never let me down again” “love me like you used to” “roses are falling” like i’m continually weeping about the pain these two are putting themselves through
hehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehe
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schadentekkers · 1 year
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taichi + his njcup winners 2022 → 2023
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sashisu · 2 years
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i came back from the death for this SCREAMS
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gaygryffindorgal · 8 days
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web weaving; ares & leda gaunt, part I
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see, Clara? still got it.
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sugarcarnation · 5 months
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relatively sure the light novels won’t have too much of an impact on the main storyline but if asagiri ever wants to confront chuuya with shadow versions of the flags i sure wouldn’t complain
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rowanisawriter · 10 months
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For Petra x Cullen
From Black Company:
“Care to illuminate what just happened?”
“No.”
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"A vial of lyrium, one drop remains" from artifacts of Thedas
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"A hand mirror, its glass irreparably shattered" from Artifacts of Thedas
hiiiii lucky thank you! i accidentally wrote something very angsty because i love pain and misery and i also love writing and rewriting cullen’s struggle with lyrium….
for @dadrunkwriting
wc: 570
tw: whumppppp
She can smell it before she enters his tower. Sharp, like the aftermath of a lightning strike. It faintly burns in the back of her throat. When she knocks on his door, she gives him a few moments after his quiet, “Come in,” before she enters, closing the door softly behind her.
Immediately, she regrets closing the door. The hole in the roof of his tower can only filter out so much of the unmistakable smell of Lyrium. It seems to sink into the ground instead of rise up as air should, sitting heavy under her nose, building up in her brain. The vial has rolled to a stop at the foot of his desk, a single, shimmering drop left clinging to the glass. The rest of the kit is strewn around the room, and the little statue of Andraste has broken clean off the inside of the kit and lays, slightly dented, face up by the bookcase.
Petra swallows and feels a thrum of energy pulse down her spine, as if she’s tasted the Lyrium that seems to hover in the air between them. Cullen doesn’t look at her. He has one hand clutching the back of his chair in a white knuckled grip. There’s a pallor to his skin, a pasty, sweaty feeling about him. Under the acrid tinge of ozone in the air, she can almost smell his fear.
“You missed the council meeting today,” she says. She keeps her voice light.
“Wasn’t feeling well,” he replies. His voice is just as light. Something shifts on his desk as he moves his weight from one foot to the other. A scattering of light on the wall behind him, cutting into the slit in the stone that he calls a window.
“Right. In that case, you should be resting, instead of…” she trails, gesturing vaguely at the stacks of books and paperwork and propped open maps on the surface of his desk.
“I’m fine, Petra.” A hint of impatience colors his tone. He moves again and the light behind him scatters. A reflection. A mirror?
She attempts a step closer. When her knees don’t knock together, she takes another step. Her eyes are drawn again to the vial on the ground. It’s a moment before she realizes the vial isn’t spilled, there’s no puddle of Lyrium around it. It’s emptied.
He clears his throat. Her eyes are pulled away from the vial, from the implications, and up to meet his gaze. She’s close enough to the desk now to see the spilled ink, still pooling on a stack of unopened letters, the broken quills, the hand mirror shattered so completely that the wood behind the glass has been irreparably damaged. She blinks down at the mess, trying to maintain the cool expression on her face as her heart pounds and the burn of Lyrium in the back of her throat mixes with the burn of tears.
“Care to illuminate what just happened?” she asks in carefully measured tones.
His eyes flash as they meet hers. Something in the too white skin, the dark, heavy circles around his eyes, the taste of Lyrium in the air makes her feel as though she’s back in the Circle. A lightness flutters in her legs suddenly. She could run and keep running if she had to. She doesn’t want to, but she could.
His voice is like a whip, snapped taut.
“No.”
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lesbiandardevil · 5 months
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what if i have another sad drawing to make what then
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hyperionshipping · 6 months
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Newest special giving me much insight into how the Doctor would've been after losing Tricks. I.e. when he regenerated into Ten
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schleckermaul · 1 year
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BREAK DOESN'T ACTUALLY REMEMBER most of them. that's what they say, isn't it? members of pandora will mention it, occasionally, that the people they had to kill haunt their dreams. even illegal contractors are human, aren't they? agents will show compassion for them, will regret that it had to come to their death.
   he knows the exact number of people that died to his blade when he was still kevin regnard, and he knows the number of people that died because of his attempt at messing with the past. yet, he could not recall every single face, every single scene. he hears their begging, sometimes. a whirl of voices he can't single out. but that's about it, really.
   maybe he couldn't have gone through with it, if he'd paid enough attention to remember it all vividly.
   this, however, this is familiar. he knows the alleyway. it's dark. most of the time, he hadn't needed to summon albus to finish the job, he was capable enough on his own. he didn't know how to summon it, either. it had been his first chain— it should have been his only one. up until that point, he hadn't even known the abyss existed.
   he was a fool.
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   break moves in front of nicolette as he spots a couple rounding the corner, chatting with each other on their way home. these faces, he knows. they were the first to fall to his blade. the first sacrifice. it's not a surprise, when a younger version of himself, kevin, steps into the alley behind them, but break still flinches, raising one arm in front of nicolette, the other clutching his cane.
   kevin's stare is cold. two red eyes, illuminated by the moon, dressed in the same suit and black cloak he'd always worn, sword at his side.
   ' careful. i don't know if he ... if he sees us. ' if he's aware of us, standing here, watching. if i'm aware. if he'll try to kill us, the way he killed these two people.
   ' stand back, please. '
@nicawlette / trauma dump
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iguessricciardo · 1 year
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I skipped straight to Daniels episode to get the pain over with and now I want to die.
i can’t wait to watch it😍
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