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twinksintrees · 20 days

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this bastard doesn’t deserve bram’s cunty look someone get him back in his ugly ass rat bastard outfit

#maybe reading the new chapter first thing in the morning was a mistake #i’m so salty #i did really enjoy the chapter to be clear i just think fyodor is a slippery bastard and i want to see him really lose for once #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd 114.5 #bram stoker #fyodor dostoevsky

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mattodore · 3 months

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playing with dionte's hair bc i'm procrastinating

#river dipping #dionte duval #lykos #ts4 #i do really love how dionte and nicholas kinda have a b4b (bald for bald) thing going on.... but that first hair........#he looks so good... the urge to keep it is gonna make me develop a twitch under my eye...#i love the shadows the locs add btw like i personally loveee when hair creators add shading #like the DRAMAAA it adds!!!#also don't look too closely at him here bc i actually haven't updated him yet hence no proper edit of him (tho i probably won't change much #i'm really just supposed to be cleaning out the hundreds!! of duplicate households in my library dkhjnkfgh i just. get so distracted #i also have to fix mattodore's households bc i think i accidentally deleted the updated version of them at 20...#like there are multiple other saves?? but they're all with matthias's old chin??? like literally WHERE did the updated version go #so i need to clean out my library from the top down and fix their sims #i really messed my sleep schedule up the day before yesterday when i was working on those edits of delphi btw #but i did enjoy rewatching secretary and watching charade while staying up all night to do them <3 #also listened to the first two chapters of freedom is a constant struggle! editing may take me forever but i do do other things as i do it #...........talking a lot in these tags bc i'm seriously procrastinating jdkhnf i do NOT ! want to clean through my library it's a mess #OH. ALSO GOOD MORNING I FORGOT TO SAY THAT ‼️#seeing this again two days later and seeing the amount of notes....... y'all weren't meant to reblog this kjhdkfjhndkjgnh #now i'm like damn... is there any reason to make his intro edit like i did for ria and delphi 😭😭😭😭😭

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lady-tortilla-chip · 8 months

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Dazai will literally never live this shit down. Bro dropped TWO confessions of how much their relationship matters on a fully aware and conscious Chuuya.

#I would be DEVASTATED #and I like this idea more than dazai having planned it #tho from the dialogue between them and Dazai saying they used to pull that shit on each other when they were younger #sort of implies otherwise #I reallyyyyy enjoy the idea that bro was just hoping for the best the whole time #like I CAN WAKE HIM UP #Chuuya there like boi im awake #bungou stray dogs #bsd #Soukoku #BSD spoilers #I cant wait to watch the ep #or read the chapter whichever comes first lol #Nakahara Chuuya #dazai osamu

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jayflrt · 3 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 01. skip tracer to millionaire pipeline

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

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#FIRST CHAPTER!!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THE RIDE 🥳#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen smau #jay smut #jay smau #jay imagines #enhypen social media au #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jay scenarios #jongseong smut #park jongseong #jay park #jay hard hours #enhypen hard hours

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litt1e-prince · 1 year

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"Who's your friend, MK?"

INSPIRED BY THE FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46162438/chapters/116212117

Which, if you 'haven't read yet- why not?? go read it now!! It's literally so good, its so good- had me crying- LIKE. I WANNA FIGHT WUKONG FROM THIS FIC SOOOO BAD but at the same time,,, i wanna hug him and bring him nice things and make sure he's safe and happy! The author writes so amazingly and aaaah! the pain!!!!

#N E WAY #i wanted to do it in a sorta crayon style #so it had a sort of 'through the lenses of a child' kind of look - idk if it came out well #but i do like the style! i saw an artist at comic con + it looked like they went over their art with a crayon effect which i really liked #but i got a bit of the way through and went 'hm. what if i just did it all crayon.' whICH I ENJOYED SO SHRUGS #i haven't read the newest chapter yet! but as soon as i post this im going to #and then prolly slide into Smiles dm's and cry - ive been told it has angst!#its such a good fic tho #100% recommend it #along with their other fic - Taken #which is also really good i have a lil drawing planned for that oneee #hint hint its about the name line - 'A name is the first gift you are given' cause it made me cry a little #shadowpeach #MK #macaque #six eared macaque #sun wukong #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #the day the world eclipsed #fic inspired #my art #smudged art #artist on tumblr #SWK #qi xiaotian #lmk fanart #lmk shadowpeach

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 2 days

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Dress to Impress Chapter 1: Open Invitations is out right now on AO3!!!

Illustrations for the fic under the [read more], but I do suggest to try and enjoy them in a fic for more fun experience. ;D

Thanks for checking it out. ;3

#my immortal soul #first ninja #rc9gn first ninja #chase young #ninja showdown #xiaolin showdown #rc9gn #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #CANT BELIEVE IM DOING IT IVE POSTED a 3-d FIC ABOUT THESE FUCKERS AND ITS GONNA BE MULTICHAPTER #(completely ignoring the fact that its not even finished but im hyping this first chapter so much lol. no idea where its coming from)#(probably because this is the most ive written in years. but hey im proud of myself so im allowed to be happy ;) i do hope my fellow mis #shippers enjoy it to ;3 i certainly am enjoying it. so much in fact i overdid it with illustrations lol like i really didnt need a chapter #cover but i did it anyway because ;))) fun ;))))

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artsyunderstudy · 25 days

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You Never Kiss Me When You're Sober

Rating: Explicit

Words: ~3.8k

Chapters: 1/6

Summary:

Baz and Simon have been roommates since their first year of uni, and they've hated each other for just as long. Well, Simon certainly hates Baz. Baz, of course, is completely and utterly and hopelessly in love. And a few drunken kisses turned snog session turned rutting against their shared flat door can't possibly change that. Right?

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chernabogs · 2 months

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ERLKÖNIG

Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are. Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23). Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life) Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived in—where stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own. It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forget—not even when you cross dimensions once more—and as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.

- La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats

19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.

Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didn’t mean that you weren’t occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.

Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling hands—Parkinson’s, you think your parent may have mentioned—would always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.

“They like to wait on the coastlines,” she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. “And they’ll like you the most.”

She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.

She dies when you’re ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmother’s humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like they’re spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmother—she is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.

Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.

You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.

Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isn’t at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.

It’s when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.

This time, someone is waiting.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.

They’re wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmother’s home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figure’s body moves. It’s as though they’re cut from a painting and placed in real life.

You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocket—you did not take a nail with you before you left the home.

They like to wait on the coastlines, and they’ll like you the most.

Your breath catches in your throat.

The figure smiles—black, sharp, and not quite human.

Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as you’re told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.

You don’t get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You scream—cry—as the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her.

She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.

She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your name—but it’s lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thorns—thorns? —around your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.

You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.

Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for.

#twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus/reader #malleus x reader #twst x reader #enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao #fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/#anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt #and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions #in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO

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sowlmates · 2 months

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all systems red has the best first sentence of any book ever because it basically starts like 'well I could commit mass murder but there's so many sitcoms to watch'

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #very fun first chapter! I'm enjoying it so far #what if a robot had anxiety. what then

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cuppatealove · 2 months

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Reading The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe with my son on Easter Tuesday and he was so shocked and confused and bereft when Aslan died. Then we had to stop for a very gloomy lunch before we could read the next chapter, and it hit me that he was getting a better understanding than anything we could have taught him about what the disciples went through on Easter Saturday. I mean, we had just been talking about it three days earlier, but of course when you know there's a happy ending coming, you don't really feel it. And Aslan was finally here, after all this hope and expectation, and he was meant to make everything all right again 😭 He'd even already made the connection to Jesus when the witch's gang were kicking and hitting and jeering at Aslan, but he never in his wildest dreams thought he would become alive again! The joy and wonder and absolute glee he felt in the next chapter — he figured it out just before it happened because he cottoned onto the homage — preached the whole thing more eloquently than I could ever have hoped. And oof, if I didn't feel it all with him, too, as if for the first time ❤️ Well played, Mr Lewis, well played.

Also yesterday I caught him saying "I say!" so a positive experience all round 😃

#the little cuppas #I resisted the urge to make any sort of object lessons out of it #I know lewis would be the first to say just enjoy the story #and let those layers of meaning come on the 3rd 5th or 10th reading #it took him a bit to get enthused at first but around chapter 6 or 7 he started begging for one more chapter!#and since he had a day off school we ended up just polishing off the whole thing #my voice may never recover 🤣#narnia

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ddeongies · 3 months

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pretty please

established relationship, rough sex, power bottom shin ryujin, service top hwang yeji, "i want that twink obliterated" the fic | word count: 11.8k (2 chapters) 🔞

Ryujin honestly doesn’t have any complaints. She and Yeji have been dating for a couple of semesters now, and it’s been really fucking great. Sure, they’d butted heads in her early days with the JYPU Dragons, but it turns out that like 90% of that had just been sexual tension. Go figure. Once they finally got their shit together (with a little bit of help from their long-suffering teammates), they realized they just click. Yeji really is the perfect girlfriend: sweet, smart, fun, caring, and hot as hell. Sometimes Ryujin thinks her favorite thing about Yeji is how gentle she is. How kind. It makes Ryujin want to protect her even though the girl is perfectly capable of protecting herself. Yeji likes it though, likes the way Ryujin looks out for her, makes sure she’s taking care of herself. Other times, she thinks her favorite thing about Yeji is how grounded she is. No matter what’s going on around her, she always keeps her head on straight. She’s rational, calm, and relaxed in a way that almost hides how observant and vigilant she is. It’s part of what makes her such a good captain and such a good partner. Scratch that. Her favorite thing about Yeji is the sex. Yeah, that’s it. Ryujin is no stranger to Yeji’s physicality, focus, and attention to detail on the court, and it absolutely translates to the bedroom. She’s never had a more dedicated, attentive, or athletic lover. Power forward in the streets, power forward in the sheets. Or something. Lately, though, Ryujin has found herself wanting more.

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#ryeji #ryeji smut #itzy smut #itzy fanfic #yeji smut #ryujin smut #yeji #ryujin #itzy #my fic #well.......#enjoy the first chapter of this very smutty two shot :)#it’s ryeji day for me as of 9 minutes ago and i cant sleep SO #posting it now 🤷🏽

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wearesociety · 2 months

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read here | the vampire diaries universe | bonnie/klaus | e | 12k words

His rich scent—spice rum and oak maybe? Surround her, as he places two fingers underneath her chin and raises her head to meet his gaze. Piercing ink-blue eyes stare into hers.

A warmth spreads on her skin.

He licks his lips. Senusal, it pulls at her gut. “It’s a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.”

or

Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she won’t survive.

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dykeydean · 3 months

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DSM-V (there are five dick sucking manuals?)

Dean has no strong opinions on his new therapist. Really. Doesn't think about his hands, or his eyes, and definitely doesn't google "can therapists fuck their patients" before he goes to sleep.

He'd like to go on record saying he was against therapy in the first fucking place.

(in which Dean goes to therapy, and breaks a few HIPAA regulations along the way)

#first chapter posted!#hoping for semi regular updates but we'll see #enjoy :)#my writing #my fics #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #ezra posts #spn fic

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scienceisfood · 2 years

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Me playing Stray: Haha, yay! I'm a kitty on an adventure!

Me discovering more and more about Zurks:

#stray game #zurks #okay but the sewer chapter dug up hidden Amnesia game memories i buried for A REASON #i gave upi couldn't do it my spouse had to finish the level while i watched with white knuckle horror #the weird part is that the zurks are only in the first half of the game so like???#i was expecting things to freak me out more after but no i actually really enjoyed the rest #i can't replay though not with that chapter 😭😭😭#every muscle on my body was so tense i thought i played this game to RELAX. NOPE.#sif personal

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lizmitches · 2 months

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taking - abbott elementary

Barbara Howard + Work Wives | Ch. 1

The thief on the cross looks down at her, his tortured expression a mirror image of her own. We’re not so different, you and I, he says.

He’s right, Barbara supposes. She’s penitent, too, even if the punishment has not yet scarred her hands.

Emphasis, she thinks, on yet.

→ Read it on AO3!

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Barbara measures the problem based on frequency: too often and less often. On occasion, there have been instances of hardly ever and almost always. But not once, as long as she can remember, has she been able to categorize her compulsion as never at all.

As a child, it was little things: pencils, chalkboard erasers, hard candies from little glass dishes. Young adulthood gave way to half-full lotion bottles, library books, unopened packages of vitamins. By the time she got married, her collection had grown to unmanageable proportions—boxes of artifacts were relegated to the backs of closets and hidden beneath beds. Gerald, none-the-wiser, had adoringly called her a pack rat. From then on, she made sure to distribute her findings back into the ether, never holding onto them for too long. Boxes and closets gave way to dumpsters and church sale drop-offs, and while disposing of the evidence took the edge off, it never erased the original desire. The inescapable, indescribable urge followed her wherever she went.

#i logged in yesterday to so many sweet messages about this and thought. what the hell.#so here is the first chapter—i’m going to try and find the time to edit the rest in the next few weeks between outdoor projects #appreciate you all and hope you enjoy xx #barbara howard #barbara x melissa #work wives #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #kleptomaniac!barb

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findher-ogg · 5 months

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Assassin's Apprentice is a good book so far I see why you all like loser gay boy Fitz so much now

#he is so dear to me actually #I'm only at chapter 10 rn but like. good book. I have fifteen more of these to read but I CAN DO THIS #what do I tag this as tho bc I do want to indulge in fan content when I am able to??#realm of the elderlings #oh okay that was the first tag. hello everyone.#I should also mention that I find it really hard to read books but I AM SO PROUD BECSUSE I FOUND A NEW BOOK TO ENJOY #FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS!!

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