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attleboy · 4 months
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no special meaning to this, just doing practice in the lineless style with a neat pose that was beamed into my head like a vision while i was washing my hands the other day
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teaboot · 4 months
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when I was 13 I was on fictionpress dot net when I read a story about a pack of werewolves that wore silver ear piercings to show their rank in the pack and the more hoops you had the higher your rank was and if you were demoted they just ripped them out and I thought that was so fuckin metal that I pierced one of my own ears several times on one side using a leather needle and a bunch of dollar store studs and am still lopsided to this day
no real moral to this story but original werewolf romance fiction writer from 2009ish if you're out there I hope you're still making cool shit
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leulahart · 6 months
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sansa in king's landing
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glitterslag · 2 months
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Rust had popular girl handwriting
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sesamenom · 7 months
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elladan has Opinions about aragorn's elessar outfit
(btw arwen & elladan have silver hair in this one bc of their treelight hair thing)
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padawansuggest · 4 months
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Just because Obi-Wan is pregnant/sick/whatever your fetish is, doesn’t mean he has to give up caffeine, not all tea has caffeine in it. He could go herbal. He could go rooibos crazy and use the time without caffeine to find the perfect blend of tea to additives that he’ll love forever. He could have -*gags*- peppermint, he could have decaf black, he could have minimal caffeine white tea if he can have a small amount, he could have so much. Y’all ain’t know shit about tea and he doesn’t have to full stop his tea if he’s pregnant or sick or fuckin dying or whatever your fetish of the month is. You can make tea with cocoa, and I mean multiple types of that. You can also buy things like rose hips and orange peel shavings and vanilla pods and lemon shavings, ginger pieces, all this other shit. I think you could hand him some super high class caffeine free or low caffeine tea bases (loose leaf for his sensibilities obviously) and then a package of additives and he’ll just go crazy methodically trying new blends every time he wants tea and it’ll put some pep in his step to get to try lots of fancy things.
Is he super tired tho?? Yeah probably.
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rainymoodlet · 6 months
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first he’s drained within an inch of his life, now his tummy hurts?? how can this day get any worse! 🦇
(also added alt text for the rest of the updates since helvetihand is hard to read; i’ll be sizing up the text after this story bit!)
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herorkgk · 1 year
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DRAW MORE LADY REIGEN I'M BEGGING YOU
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ask and ye shall receive
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araneitela · 21 days
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I live for when these unexpected little things happen. Okay, so I forget to loop the song I had picked to listen to on Youtube, and it ends up auto-playing to a live performance of a song. So I peek over, and I see the outfit that she's wearing. High-waist trousers, and that shirt, mostly tucked in as it is, with its sleeves rolled up just like that? It's a bit of that old-school romantic aesthetic, it exudes a certain old-fashioned femininity, it's quite timeless in its simplicity, and classy despite a rather relaxed fit. This is something that I see Kafka wearing during her downtime, and especially within the comforts of the Stellaron Hunter HQ/complex, and exactly in that color-scheme as well: darker in the legs, lighter in the upper body. It's simple, there might be the ever-enduring presence of that single earring (pearl), a thin bracelet at most but even that I'm hesitant about, and while she'd be void of any sort of necklace, you could smell the fragrance of that signature Black Opium as always.
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gemville · 1 year
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Concave Sun Cut Amethyst by John Dyer & Co.
Photo Courtesy: Lauriane Lognay Rippana, Inc.
Source: jewellerybusiness.com
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sugar-and-spite · 12 days
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BEHOLD
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hair tie holder
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queen-scribbles · 3 months
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7. dancing with their hands holding onto each other [Indira/Vector]
Parties like this were dreadfully boring, salvaged only from complete indignity by the company she was allowed to keep.
"Agent, you don't look like you're enjoying yourself," Vector commented as he joined her, the words a gentle tease and warning to watch her expression all in one. He let his hand rest on her hip, close enough it would look like a lovers' tryst rather than anything else. In a way, perhaps, it was.
"This is not my... preferred environment," Indira said, taking a sip of her drink. "Though it does appear to be yours," she added dryly, studying his posture, his expression. The life dancing in his black eyes.
"We are a diplomat," he said with a small shrug. "Events like this are how we meet people, learn of their cultures, forge connections." He glanced at her. "We have met many fascinating individuals, from equally fascinating worlds, and events of this kind are a less formal occasion to mingle."
She canted her head in concession of that point. The atmosphere was indeed more conducive to casual conversation than she imagined, say, a treaty negotiation would be. It was still a more... lax surrounding than she was comfortable in. "I can tell what all of them want just from looking." Indira took another sip of her drink and set the crystalline flute on a small table. "There's no challenge to reading them."
A smile played at Vector's lips. "If no challenge, perhaps a diversion is better?" He slid his hand from her waist and offered it to her instead. "Would you do us the honor of a dance?"
Indira couldn't resist the answering smile that curved across her face. "But of course, Master Hyllus," she said, spine straightening as she rested her hand in his. "I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that you know how to dance."
"We are, perhaps, a bit rusty," Vector allowed as they headed for the dance floor. "Killik celebrations do not include many of the... aspects found in Imperial gatherings. But we will do our best."
"Which I'm sure will be just fine," Indira said, squeezing his hand as they slipped in with the other couples already dancing, her other hand on his shoulder and his on the curve of her hip. A light breeze wafted through and she gave a slight shiver as it made the loose ends of her hair tickle her bare back.
Vector nodded a greeting to one of the other couples and a smile tugged her lips again. He was so at ease here. Despite the looks his appearance--and company--drew, he was unruffled. It was a good look for him.
"What would you say is your favorite thing about parties like this?" she asked, mentally biting her lip in concentration on the dance steps. "Since you so clearly enjoy them."
"The people," Vector answered without hesitation.
"You enjoy forging connection."
"Yes." He tilted his head, studying her. For his claim of being rusty, he seemed to have no trouble remembering the steps, even with his attention divided. "It is part of what makes the Nest feel like home. We are connected in a way beyond anything we dreamed of as a diplomat."
"But you lost some as well," Indira said, recalling the message from his almost-fiancée, the people from his previous life who disapproved of his... change.
"And gained new ones that more than compensate," he said smoothly, drawing their joined hands in to kiss the heel of hers.
Indira arched a brow, but the comm in her ear crackled before she could return the flirtation.
"You have your opening, agent."
Vector had picked up the minute tensing of her posture, even as they continued to dance. "To work?"
She gave a single nod. "I wish it had better timing, but duty does call."
He nodded in return. "We will do our part and meet you on the ship, agent." His grip lingered when she started to step away. "Indira? Be careful."
She smile and kissed his cheek. "Of course."
Subtly as they could, they disengaged from the dance and set about their true tasks for the night.
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True to his word, Vector was waiting on the ship. Still in his dark blue formalwear, though the collar was loosened, the gloves discarded.
He smiled when he saw her. "Safe and sound."
Indira smiled in return, running her fingers through the loosened portion of her hair. "I do pride myself on being good at my job." She quirked a brow when he offered her his hand. "What are you doing?"
"The others will not be back for some time. We thought we could finish our dance."
"It does seem only fair," she said lightly. She stepped out of her shoes, grey skirt swirling around her ankles as she nudged them aside. "This will be more comfortable."
"We will try not to step on your toes," Vector murmured, drawing her close enough to rest both hands at the small of her back, teasing the deep diamond cutout of the dress.
Indira's smile widened and she clasped her hands behind his neck in response. "I trust you," she whispered, and enjoyed the warmth that flickered in the comforting depths of his black eyes. She only realized as they swayed to non-existent music how much she meant it.
As parties went, just the two of them was much more to her liking.
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spooksicl-e · 2 years
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spoon!strange variant back again woooo
aka stephen strange making self-destructive decisions as a stephen strange is wont to do
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suffarustuffaru · 1 year
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hey if you squint, if reinhard was the same age as schult he’d look vaguely similar right—
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nina-scribbles · 2 years
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I wonder what happens after closing time ;P
Finished version of this wip
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noicakes · 9 months
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Haunted Emotional sketchy personal comic to vent. After being in an emotionally abusive relationship for 3 years I was left with a lot of trauma. I don’t talk about it much since I had a hard time even admitting it due to shame. But I’ve been making good progress in my healing. I still don’t like talking about it too much besides from with trusted people but I feel like I’m more ready to admit the abuse. And ready to forgive myself. (I can't reiterate enough that I am okay! I am surrounded by loving and supportive people ♡ I'm safe and good, just wanted to get it off of my shoulders)
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