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zegalba · 3 months
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Undercover spring/summer 2022
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emmaklee · 7 months
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brass knuckles typology
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whumpasaurus101 · 6 months
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A scream ripped from Sidekick's chest, their back slamming against the metal chair as Villains stalked closer. Sidekick heaved in breaths, squeezing their eyes shut as they whimpered, "Pl-please... i swear I don-don't know-"
Villain chuckled, "Don't worry, doll-face, I'm not as interested in Hero anymore, I'm more interested in you..."
Sidekick's eyes blew open as Villain's fingers curled around the edge of their mask. "Nonono, Vi-Villian don't you dare!"
"Oh, someone trying to be brave? How pathetic. Henchman, hold them still."
Two hands planted heavily at the nape of Sidekick's neck, keeping them still as Villain ripped off the Sidekick's mask. It took them a moment to take in the other's face, blood painting their face, complimenting the bright blue eyes that stared up at Villain in total fear.
"Oh darling," Villain cooed, "Aren't you just beautiful... Henchman, grab me the brass knuckles, I want them begging me for mercy by the time I am done with them"
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continued on my patreon
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penvisions · 10 months
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the melting point {{masterlist}}
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Fandom: Triple Frontier 
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)
Summary: Running from the past to a new city gave you the perfect opportunity to open your own bakery. You're a regular at Brass Knuckles, and the owner is the right type of friendly you need in your life. Along with him, comes his group of friends, one Frankie Morales. You develop a crush on him nearly instantly. Can you manage to get your head above water long enough to tell him he's the most gorgeous man you've ever met?
Word Count: 68.9k - ongoing 
Warnings: hurt and comfort, light angst, mild violence, one (1) instance of stalking, talk of past gun violence, ptsd, reader has trauma similar to the triple frontier guys, reader is described as having tattoos for plot points, reader is handicapped (expanded on in later chapters), reader has mobility issues, adult content, smut, p in v smut, oral (m and f receiving), the whole gang is here, plus oc inserts 
*these are just general warnings, each chapter has a detailed list for specific content
A/N: this is a self indulgent fic in which my dream of opening a bakery comes true, and hey, if a man built like a wall and had curls for days became a regular, that would be okay too c;
chapter one || chapter two
chapter three || chapter four
chapter five || chapter six
chapter seven || chapter eight 
chapter nine || chapter ten
chapter eleven || chapter twelve
chapter thirteen || chapter fourteen 
chapter fifteen || chapter sixteen
chapter seventeen || chapter eighteen
chapter nineteen || chapter twenty
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llovelymoonn · 3 months
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favourite poems of january
christian wiman hard night: "the ice storm"
timothy donnelly hymn to life
randall jarrell the complete poems: "the lost world"
dana levin the living teaching
stuart dybeck brass knuckles: "the knife-sharpener's daughter"
kofi awoonor the promise of hope: new and selected poems: "lament of the silent sisters"
bruce snider ode to a dolly parton drag queen
jon pineda birthmark: "translation"
brenda shaughnessy interior with sudden joy: "dear gonglya"
franny choi hangul abecedarian
atsuro riley hutch
clark moore strikes and gutters
jenny xie eye level: "rootless"
alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"
tim seibles mosaic
anthony hecht an offering for patricia
harry matthews cool gales shall fan the glades
robert glück the word in us: lesbian and gay poetry of the next wave: "burroughs"
albert goldbarth the poem of the little house at the corner of misapprehension and marvel
george seferis collected poems (george seferis): "spring a.d."
alberto ríos a small story about the sky
sharmila voorakkara for the tattooed man
robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "the truth is laughter 10"
robert pinsky gulf music: "antique"
henri cole blackbird and wolf: "twilight"
paul violi likewise: "in praise of idleness"
ron padgett collected poems: "what are you on?"
meena alexander birthplace with buried stones: "lychees"
sara borjas decolonial self-portrait
valerie martínez absence, luminescent: "the reliquaries"
kathryn simmonds the visitations: "in the woods"
kofi
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jordanjump-scare · 1 year
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EM0 B0Y!
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pencilbrony · 15 days
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You're gonna have to nya through a straw
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seancexpsychotix · 3 months
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roughridingrednecks · 2 months
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Peckerwood Archibald
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admiraltx · 23 days
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Knuckles
Chad Cunningham, maker
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lunarsolareclipse · 11 months
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I feel like y'all would appreciate these 2 items from Blade Show this weekend
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3therealplanes · 4 months
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whumpshaped · 9 months
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good whumper / bad whumper
caretaker here doesnt actually refer to a caretaker but im too lazy to come up w something else to differentiate between good and bad whumper lol i mean it does but its like a whumper allied caretaker. carewhumper. whumptaker. none of these words r in the bible
tw multiple whumpers (or bad caretaker), implied no holds barred beatdown with brass knuckles, argument, fear of dying, manipulation
“You’re going way too far!” Caretaker snapped, stepping between their friend and victim. “You’re killing them!”
“Oh, now you’re defending the brat. That’s new. Because, you see, I can say with almost utmost certainty that I remember you punching them just an hour ago, when they talked back.”
“That was a punch!” Caretaker didn’t budge, standing their ground and glaring at Whumper. “I don’t want to make this into a big thing, okay? But I don’t want you to kill them.” Their expression softened, and they took a deep breath. “Please.”
Whumper gripped their brass knuckles even tighter, clearly trying to hold back from hitting their friend. The sight of Whumpee cowering behind them didn’t help; in fact, it made them feel like Caretaker was siding with the enemy. “I need you to step aside. I can’t– it’s pissing me off to see them hide behind you.”
“I won’t let–”
“I just need you to step aside!” they yelled. “I won’t fucking hit them, but I want you to step the fuck aside, because I’m fucking pissed that they think you’re with them now! Look at them!” They gestured towards Whumpee, who immediately dragged their battered body away, back to the wall. 
“I’m sorry, I’m s–”
“It’s okay,” Caretaker said hastily. “It’s okay. I get it. Okay.” They slowly stepped away, giving Whumper a clear shot at Whumpee. If they had decided to break their promise and wail on them again, there would’ve been absolutely nothing in their way. 
Whumper stayed there for a moment longer, giving Whumpee the nastiest death glare they could muster, before tugging the brass knuckles off and tossing them aside. “I’m gonna go eat something,” they grumbled, disappearing up the stairs.
Both Caretaker and Whumpee spent a couple minutes listening for any signs of them coming back. When it became clear that they weren’t going to, Caretaker quietly walked over to their unfortunate captive. “Are you okay?” they asked softly, wincing when Whumpee frantically shook their head. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. But I just meant… I don’t know what I meant.”
Everything that Caretaker had told Whumper was indicative of them not actually caring for their wellbeing. It was so obvious that they just wanted them alive, potentially because they wanted to keep their punching bag around, or to avoid worse legal ramifications and the hassle of having to get rid of a body. And yet… Now that they were showing one ounce of… something that could’ve been mistaken for compassion, Whumpee couldn’t help but eat it up. 
“Thank you s-so much for stopping them,” they sobbed. “I– I’m not okay, I’m not okay at all, but I’d be dead if you didn’t step in. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, please, I n-need you to know that I’m so grateful! I just– I can’t be okay, I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again, but I’m alive because of you, and–”
“Alright, alright, I get it.” Caretaker sighed, reaching out to pet their matted hair. “I get it. It’s okay. We can sit here together a while longer, ‘till you calm down. Just please, stay quiet. I can’t deal with this right now.”
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jordanjump-scare · 11 months
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The Stewie shirt. XD
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