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redrumrose · 1 month

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Sip of Uranium (glass)

#oc #mad scientist #retro #vintage #50s #60s #uranium glass #cartoon #comic #character design #my art #redrumrose #dmitri

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srijellyfishtempura · 1 year

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New kitten - every time I look at him I think his name is kofu even though his name is Dmitri. I blame @straycatj

#Dmitri

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mintyfrostyart · 9 months

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3 years have passed and it feels like a blink of an eye. This series means more to me than I could ever put into words. The people I've met, the stories I've made, and the community I've found myself in-- it's been an absolutely wonderful ride, and some of the best memories I've ever had on the internet.

From the bottom of my heart, this series is so special to me. Thank you to everyone who supports me and adores this series as much as I do.

Love yall <3

#henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #reginald copperbottom #henry stickmin collection #reginald #thsc #mintyfrosty #ellie rose #charles calvin #thsc anniversary #galeforce #hubert galeforce #rupert price #dave panda #sven svensson #burt curtis #dmitri #grigori

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the-spookington · 10 months

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Monster prom.... [Sighs dreamily]

#monster prom #monster camp #monster roadtrip #liam de lioncourt #vera oberlin #dmitri #valerie oberlin #shitpost

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derogatoryapparently · 3 months

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SIR!!!! I am so thirsty now 🥵🥵🥵🥵

#dmitri tippens krushnic #dmitri #🤤🤤🤤🤤#misha collins #thirst trap #so hot 🥵#i love him so bad #misha

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ackee · 3 months

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can we give it up for black women. thank you.

#she's supposed to be the mc but um. i kinda want her......#SHE'S SO PRETTYYYY no wonder everyone will be in love w her #also i may have found a new sketching fave ?! its a default csp brush too.. (textured pen)#wips #artkee #monster man otome #mercedes #dmitri

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ottermatopoeia · 6 months

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Happy Halloweenie

#it's his special day #me #dmitri

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rinakar · 4 months

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Here is the promised drawing with these dudes @zeddyzi

#oc #zeddyzi #nil #dmitri

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cherryflavoredbongwater · 3 months

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°•°• vanserra brother x reader

•°•° after escaping from the spring court with feyre and lucien, you attempt to get away from lucien's brothers, only to find your mate

You weren't sure where exactly Lucien and Feyre had went. Once they realized the three of you had been found by Lucien's brothers, Feyre had gripped your hands painfully tight. "Run and hide," She'd snarled, eyes wide with terror. You were human, Feyre and Lucien drugged with faebane. Against four of the High Lord's sons, there was very little to do. So, they made a plan; they would give you time to run. "Make it past the border. We will find you. I will find you,"

Feyre hadn't given you a direction, Lucien distracted with his brothers. So, here you were, barrelling deeper and deeper into Autumn. The brisk night air bit against your cheeks. The night before, you were laid between them for warmth. The cold had been brutal for them, nearly unbearable for you. You pressed your back into a tree, the bark digging into your thin shirt and jacket. Dressed for Spring and not for the Autumn-Winter border.

The moon bathed the trees, the twinkling stars offering very little light. There was a snap of a twig. A lone chuckle in the forest. "I know you're around," He crooned. "It must be cold for a human," His voice was quieter for a moment, both pity and mocking, "Come on out. I can warm you up," You shivered. He was coming closer now, his foot steps light enough that they were nearly silent, the only thing letting you know where he was had been a few intentionally placed steps.

He could scent you. He could hear your racing heart. There was no hiding — but you could run. You thought of his flame, of what Lucien had said. They could control the temperature of the fire, could make it as bitterly cold or as hot as they wanted. You didn't want to think of what he had in store for you. We're you under Feyre's protection? Did Tamlin send out an order for your death once he learned you left? Had it even meant anything here?

He didn't even bother chasing you. Never even needed to. Not when you slammed into his chest after he winnowed. You scrambled away from him, knees colliding with the forest floor, crunching brown and red leaves.

A band of fire wrapped around your leg, ripping it out underneath you. His hand curled around your shoulder, pinning you on your back. Magic replaced hands, each ankle and wrist pinned to the floor. He knelt down beside you, fingers brushing your cheek. There was a tightening in your chest, so painful that your vision blurred for a moment. It sucked the air from your lungs. Dmitri just stood, running a hand through his red flaming hair.

"Let me go home," It was barely a whisper. It spilled off your tongue dozens of times. He paced, magic shifting, letting you off the ground but you had your wrists bound together. He knelt down. He didn't look near feral anymore. Any of that vicious look in his eye had been snubbed out, replaced with something... different. It made your heart sunk into your stomach. Tears spilled now. Feyre's name had repeated again and again in your mind. He was going to torture you. He was going to ruin you.

Brannagh had done a number on you before she'd been killed. Each breath has hurt, each grumble of your stomach, desperate for food and water by now, sent pain down your side. You were just exhausted.

The pad of his thumb brushed it away. "Do you know what that was?" He supplied. There was a war going on under his skin, eyes darting around in the night. Was he waiting for someone to bring you to the High Lord, to tear you to pieces for whoever wanted to claim you afterward. His hands cupped your face, warm.

"You tried to kill me,"

"No. After that. The mating bond. Do you know what that is?" You nodded hesitantly. You'd heard from Feyre. Heard how she talked about the bond. Truly, she was an entirely different person now than she had been before it. What did that mean for you?

"I'm not your mate. I'm human. You—you have to be wrong,"

Dmitri clicked his tongue, "I'm not. I felt the tug the moment I saw you. I just didn't think that's what it was at the time. We don't have time for this. My father expects me back soon," This was it, you thought, as he stood to his full height, taller than you. He was going to kill you. He paused for a moment, like he wasn't sure the best way to go about it. His hands were far gentler than anything you'd experienced before. It was almost like he had to learn it. Like it wasn't natural. So at odds to the male that was moments away from tearing you apart. Was the bond so strong that he had already decided you would be his?

"Are you mad?" You asked before you could help it. For fae, this moment was everything to them. What could he feel if not disappointment? His grip tightened, you knew it would be an answer if you knew him better, before he said, "Who am I to question the Mother?"

He winnowed, deeper into the forest. There was nothing but the singing of the birds and the rustling of the trees. Despite it, you laid your head on his shoulder. Dmitri tensed after that, never quite relaxing. He had to walk from here on out, the cabin surrounded by so many wards that he'd never be able to get you through unless he walked through the front doors. He'd need to add your blood to the spell of the wards.

He paused once he got inside. There was something tugging on his chest, his nerves, and everything felt like it was on fire. He moved to sit you on your feet, to finally let you out of his grip now that he knew you were safe enough. Safe from his father. From his enemies.

Maybe even from his brothers.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with you now? Keep you locked up in here, praying you accept whatever ounce of love he's willing to give up?

Dmitri moved to say your name, only to realize he didn't know it. He'd been so furious, so shocked, that he never asked. He knew you were in the Spring Court, he'd seen you Under the Mountain, a human from Feyre's village, he'd always assumed. By time those three months had ended, you were solely referred to as Amarantha's pet.

He wished the bitch was dead so he could kill her all over again. His instinct forced away any thoughts of concern he'd had that he was so willing to throw himself into hell itself for you.

He stalked into the bedroom, placing you on the bed, taking off your mud covered shoes and clothes before he did, scowling.

You woke back up the second he saw the bruises, days old but still black and blue, scattered over your stomach and ribs. You flinched away from him, the skin still sore. "What's your name?" His voice was cold. So, so cold.

"Y/n," You answered finally. Dmitri walked away, coming back and gently pulling one of his shirts over your head.

His head tilted back, amber eyes alight as he stared you down. He didn't look like Lucien, you thought. His hair was straighter, not nearly as long. His skin had any warmth and sunlight sucked from it. Cruel, cold, and beautiful, Dmitri had it all. You wanted it. "Who hurt my mate?"

The question brought you back to reality, breaking your train of thought. You brushed him off, eyes falling onto the bed. The shake of your head was all that you were willing to give. It's just not something he was willing to accept.

He grabbed your chin, looking at you in the eye, repeating, slowly asking, "Who hurt my mate?" His lips pulled upward. The frost left his voice, now, more playfully but still more threatening than he most likely intended,"Or do I need to put you over my knee to get it out of you?"

Your eyes widened, mouth opening and closing at his threat. Did you think he was serious? Not now. But maybe in the future he would be.

His fingers on your chin stayed there. Neither of you would move until you answered his question. Just as it was, Dmitri had far more patience and a stronger will than you ever could. Speaking clearly if only because part of you knew he would make you repeat yourself if you mumbled, "Princess Brannagh of Hybern,"

Disappointment flickered. She was already dead and Dmitri was denied this attempt at avenging you — at proving what a good mate he could be. He could protect you, provide for you, and love you. You'll see.

He just needed to deal with his father first.

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eris now that he feels personal responsibility for you and has to figure out how to keep beron OR the nc from ever seeing u again out of brotherly solidarity and PTSD from the Jes Incident: