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doll3tt33 · 2 months
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Boy (Cult Leader) Meets Girl ♡
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Just doing a quick drop-off for an updated standard Kai bot. Basically, if the Kai bot where he spills his coffee onto you is too wonky for you to use (probs cuz of how much I updated the definition-), then I recommend using this one instead!
It’s much more in-character since I redid the settings onto a clean slate ((it’s the same definition I used for my ultraviolence kai bot btw
The greeting message:
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sir-fluffbutts · 2 months
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do joie's regeneration powers have any effect on his relationship
actually ☝️🤓
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his regeneration abilitys IS the reason how the relationship happened in the first place
he accidently severed his finger on a paper cutter and needed to go to this private facility to get it "woked out"
they sent him to his now bf who keeps his job as a "vet for different species" cause its basicaly provides him with unlimited taste samples of all the different alien species
apparently he find joie tasty af and 1 year later they are dating 😌
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HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL - james patrick march x fem!reader
CW: mentions of killing & blood references, slight smut involved
SUMMARY: mr march has always been someone who truly cherishes the things he loves so very dearly. he may be that of a sinister being, but you are one of the few who’s able to see his potential and absolute beauty.
(this short fic is based on the song, salvatore, by; lana del rey. all rights go to her when specific lyrics are mentioned!!! i do not own any rights to her music at all!! if you haven’t listened to the song already, i advise you do before reading this small imagine. it would set the mood and make everything appear far more better!!)
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You currently were in the arms of your lover, James Patrick March. The man who you’d finally confessed your love to after so many years. The same man you’d craved to be with.
All the lights in Miami begin to gleam
Ruby, blue and green, neon too
Everything looks better from above my king
Like aqua marine, ocean's blue
It had taken you some amount of time to reveal your true feelings to March. After all, he was a man of power. His spiffy suits and slicked back hair made the hotel creator’s image clean and significant. Though nothing could come between him and his one true passion; murder.
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Cacciatore
La da da da da
La da da da da
Limousines
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ciao amore
La da da da da
La da da da da
Soft ice cream
That is, except for one thing.. you. The minute James saw you, he immediately knew he had to have you. He wanted you to stay trapped within the walls of the Cortez. With him, and him only.
All the lights are sparkling for you it seems
On the downtown scenes, shady blue
Beatboxing and rapping in the summer rain
Like a boss, he sang Jazz and Blues
From your soft velvety voice, to your long lashes and ruby-red lips, he adored you. The way each outfit you wore sculpted your body ever so perfectly when you decided to go and visit him, my, my. It made the notorious serial killer grovel on his knees. Which was something he thought would only occur whenever his past lover was around, but Mr March had now proven himself wrong.
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Cacciatore
La da da da da
La da da da da
Limousines
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ciao amore
La da da da da
La da da da da
Soft ice cream
He suspected you may back away after hearing the amount of awful things he did in his fortress of murder, hidden away behind closed doors. But you did not care one bit. You felt devoted to him. You wanted to experience at least one serious interaction with James, whether it be him killing you, or claiming you as his.
The summer's hot
And I've been waiting for you all this time
I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?
Summer's hot but I've been cold without you
I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams
James liked the idea of keeping you forever. Even if he had to kill you himself to do so, he would. March’s desperation to have you was growing as time began to tick by. He had to bite his tongue whenever he saw you. All he wished for was you in his suite, as he lifted you in his arms into the bedroom. Ripping the exquisite clothing you had right off of your body, revealing everything you had to offer. A man’s desire. His desire.
Catch me if you can
Working on my tan
Salvatore
Dying by the hand
Of a foreign man
Happily
Calling out my name
In the summer rain
Ciao amore
Salvatore can wait
Now it's time to eat
Soft ice cream
Then came the day where you did indeed confess, and you will never forget the sadistic smile that crept onto his face.. it was haunting, yet.. beautiful..
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Cacciatore
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Limousines
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ciao amore
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Soft ice cream
Now, you were truly his. Mr March’s bride and his beloved partner. Both of you would soon be unstoppable. Not even death could prevent the two of you from reigning over the Hotel Cortez. And NOTHING would EVER put an end to both James and yourself being together. When you allowed him to place a large diamond ring on your finger, there was no going back. You even went as far as to take your own life to be with the pure evil soul you’d fallen in love with, and were you happy about it? Most absolutely.
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crown-ov-horns · 1 month
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My Apocalypse-causing love ❤
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redroses07 · 13 days
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love is a spectrum…
(last post for a bit, sorry for the spam)
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Vincent Price as the Devil/Mr. Scratch
The Story of Mankind (1957)
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thunderheadfred · 3 months
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I’m gonna brag on myself for a minute because my self-confidence has been shit lately (thanks winter, for your annual crushing blow to my ego!) but I am, in fact, really good at language acquisition. Like, heretofore it was kind of a stupid superpower that I had never once thought to use for Good
which is why, when I had some kind of visitation from The Lort Almightee last summer and They were like "heyy how about you do something to tangibly improve the place where you live. and also start supporting tribal sovereignty. immediately"
I was like (falling out of my chair, trembling) "uhhhhhh I can learn languages weirdly fast??" and lo, God threw the newly-created UMN Dakota Language major directly in my face and Commanded, "GET TO WORK BITCH"
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I wanna watch AHS Hotel for the first time again and fall in love at first sight with James March when he first appears on screen.
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greenheartart · 10 months
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* Smells like snow and dust.
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fluxedbuds · 24 days
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technically hes not a xephos which means i can cherish this smug freak. love it when a guy just gets gooped
(thang created by @llithiumstars)
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thehappiestgolucky · 8 months
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Honestly I completely forgot I made quick doodles of the bullshit Spearmaster Parent of Two enemy randomiser has been. So...so many rot creatures and red centipedes. not even red lizards were a problem-
also the sheer amount of hunter long legs - dear god just rooms full of them and mother long legs,,, (under cut because rot related body horror)
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that can't be pleasant to see
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creatively-cosmic · 2 months
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Lost trainers.
The resident text over the doodles on the second page:
silvers only pkmn is a feraligator whose health is failing. he released and gave his others away in his grief and regret.
followed by (gold) unown
visible eyebags. struggles to sleep and cant rest well when he does because of nightmares (prophetic visions :x)
carries my (golds) backpack
generally a recluse. bro cannot make friends
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simnostalgia · 1 year
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An Infinite Short Story about Sunset Valley
Erin's standing outside of her house. It's 8 AM on Sunday. 
It was never not 8 AM on Sunday.
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It always starts on a day somewhere close to June. It's never June but it's always close to June when it starts. In fact, it never used to not be June. Now there are other things that it isn't though, sometimes it's almost but not quite December or April or October. But it never used to be anything that wasn't almost but-not-quite June.
Other things that it could be started a long time ago. At least, Erin thinks it has been a long time. It could have been thousands of years of time. It's hard to tell because she's living so many lives all at once. Sometimes she's not living them. She's always frozen in time and existing somewhere else while she's alive here. Sometimes she's been dead for generations. Sometimes she's married with children, she's been so many things. She is so many things. 
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Time here is weird that way. It's happening all at once, but it never gets so far away that it's not 8 AM on Sunday in almost-June somewhere. She's always standing outside of a house that she doesn't remember moving into. It's always pleasantly clean. Sometimes she gets new neighbors since all the other homes on her street are empty. Every single one of them, isn't that peculiar?
The people who move in are never the same. They're always different. She's always the same and so are the people who live here. They're always the same, too. The houses are the same, the town is the same. There was a time where the beginnings changed. It's as if she's a copy of a copy of an original but somewhere along the way the original changed. 
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It would cause small things to change. Not in the way that the neighbors changed, or she'd see something she'd never seen before like a new house, or hat, or blouse, or chair. No, sometimes things changed fundamentally. Sometimes there was a fire station or thing that suddenly just existed there. It was like it had always existed, but it hadn't. Sometimes it still didn't exist. When it didn't though, she could hardly tell the difference. 
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Erin had kids sometimes, sometimes she lived alone her entire life, she'd fallen in love with so many people. If she thought about it for even a moment, she could remember a life she'd lived with any person she met in town. If she thought about it for a minute she could remember when new things used to happen. Sometimes they do. Sometimes she'll see something new, but nothing ever sticks fully. 
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She could stand here and think about all the things that it could be, but she tried not to think about those sorts of things too much. She wasn't unhappy or suffering, was she? She didn't have time to worry. The new neighbors will be here in a moment. 
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Erin's standing outside of her house. It's 8 AM on Sunday. 
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I think it says a lot about me as a person now that that the easiest way to make me cry as a child (and still now. I didn't think I'd tear up while writing this lmao) was to imply that the majesties and wonders of childhood and imagination are all a dream that inevitably leaves us as we get older that we can only regain in death and that the vivid inner worlds and personalities we give our toys in our early years either feel abandoned, vengeful, or die entirely as we age.
#i would literally have to leave the room for some movies or skip the endings of others because I found them so upsetting#a quick list of properties this post is about:#frosty the snowman‚ the polar express‚ the Carebears movie: the next generation‚ the velveteen rabbit‚ peter pan#the third tinkerbell movie‚ winnie the pooh‚ toy story 3‚ narnia‚ the wizard of oz (books)‚ the miraculous journey of edward tulane#and the songs goodbye yellow brick road‚ hey there delilah‚ and rainbow connection (by my own 9 year old interpretation)#The idea that adults can't access magic and it is something you HAVE to grow out of and this mystification of childhood upset me so much#I'm so glad I can put it into words now that I'm older#there are also probably many other properties that fit this description btw#like the brave little toaster and the raggedy anne musical I think#but after being traumatized by the velveteen rabbit I purposefully avoided most movies about toys#there are a lot of christmas shorts I also skip for that purpose#so anyway I'm putting it down this low for a reason#but I was reminded of this because now I'm using these same tattered toy and attatchment motifs in my own writing#but subverting that original meaning by sewing the toys back together so it becomes about repair and healing AS WELL AS the horrors of time#but also how such things can bring magic to people of all ages#and how love and comfort can still be provided by these inner worlds so many years later#the world is filled with beauty and wonder at any age and turning to cynicism and rejecting that reality is NOT what 'growing up' is about
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oracleofmadness · 4 months
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I loved this! I think as far as sequels go, this was just perfect. Alex heads into kan homeland, Galacia, accompanied by Angus and kan horse, Hob (btw, the horse is fine). Staying in kan hunting lodge, Alex discovers that the caretaker has passed away and in such a way that has started rumors of a Moroi. Readying the house for Miss Potter (one of my all-time favorite experts in mushrooms), Alex hires a local duo to help out around the place.
Of course, the Moroi that even Alex knows ka should have initially believed in at this point turns out to be a bit more real than just a rumor. This Moroi and what it does really remind me of sleep paralysis which is something I struggled with for a little over a year, and trust me, it's a terrifying experience.
I really liked this. I think one of my favorite aspects of this book was learning so much more about Alex and particularly T. Kingfisher's created country, Galacia. It's horrifying but also cozy and funny. I just hope I get to see more about Alex. I am in such awe of this author and their creativity and humor. The balance between feeling scared and cozy vibes is just brilliant.
Out February 13, 2024!
Thank you, Netgalley and Publisher, for this Arc!
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luv4divineruler · 1 year
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MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve
thinking about celebrity!reader taking kai anderson to the met gala as their plus one.
paparazzi lined either sides of the carpeted stairs, cameras flashing at you and your boyfriend and plus one, kai anderson. you gave the shouting camera-holding men and women a bright grin, slightly leaning into kai who merely gave a small smile and wave.
or sm shit like that.
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