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tokkii08 · 8 months

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A rose for you~

#genshin impact #genshin fontaine #lyney #genshin lyney #genshin impact fanart #genshin fanart #lyney fanart #fanart #a rose just for you!#how nice #isnt he just a flirt ahh!

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onenicebugperday · 1 year

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Cerulean orchid bee, Eufriesea coerulescens, Euglossini, Apidae

This species is found in Mexico and like most orchid bees, they are solitary and non-parasitic.

Photos 1-4 by ignacio_a_rodriguez, 5-6 by elrayman210, 7 by gera_bio, and 8-10 by ignacio_a_rodriguez

#animals #insects #bugs #bee #orchid bee #cerulean orchid bee #one nice bug #also available in green i see!#how nice

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slavicafire · 4 months

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oh it's snowing!

#żmija gada #the JOY! it can snow all it wants once I know the sun is in the skies longer #and people can maybe have white christmas :-)#how nice #today is a day of good things and good news

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softleesam · 8 months

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trying to watch movies with your ler but instead you're in and out of sleep so they tickle you awake softly whenever you get to the good parts-

#likee just imagine that #being all wrapped up by your person and beings so cosy #getting naps and tkls and hearing them breath #how nice #mine

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moondancer2303 · 20 days

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The Warden is looking after his prisoner.

#dsmp fanart #awesamdude #dream #vaultduo #c!sam #c!dream #dsmp sam #dsmp dream #Sam’s hair is made of leaves and wilts when he’s under stress or other negative emotions #so dream’s helping him out #how nice #pruning session #his eye is a prothestic btw #dream insisted he make the pupil green

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howtobecomeadragon · 2 years

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Will gardens now 🙂 so happy he got some new hobbies in Lenora

#byler #will byers #aww look ga he finally grew up and is pursuing more mature hobbies than d&d #how nice

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Trick or treat! :D

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Thanks for the writing push! Have a treat!

CW: light blood, remembrance of an attack, vampire attack

"Good evening, your excellency!"

The curtain rings squealed along the rod and a stream of pale moonlight flooded the vampire's face. They groaned, flipping over onto their face for several seconds before finally peeking up from their pillow at the primly dressed figure at their window.

"Can you ever offer a little warning?"

"Forgive me," their servant said, dipping their head dramatically, "was 'good evening' not enough lead-up? I thought you'd be the expert of warnings by now."

They gave a little shrug, tagged by a grating little 'huh', and strode to the tea table, plucking the lid off a wide porcelain bowl with a puff of steam. They peeled one of the cream-colored hand towels from a stack, shaking it out with brusque, careful hands as they moved to the vampire's bedside.

"Are you ever going to let that go?" the vampire sighed, pressing their face into the warm humid fabric in the servant's hands before accepting it into their own.

"Hm...am I ever going to die? Breakfast or hair first?"

"Hair." The vampire swung their legs over the bedside and wobbled over to the vanity seat, more out of habit than actual need. As always the looking glass only reflected the room behind them. "Have you ever thought of leaving since you hate me so much?"

The servant picked up a brush and began dragging it through the vampire's thick black locks. "Not much of a resume. 200 years at the same job? They might think I don't know how to do anything else."

They said it with a chuckle, but the vampire picked out the mournful undertone. That little seed of guilt started sprouting in their chest again. Though they still couldn't quite bring themself to regret their actions. If they could go back in time, replay it differently, maybe they would've asked, but they still didn't see themself accepting a no. They were twisted like that.

"At least it shows consistency," they offered. "Dependability. Loyalty. Employer's like that sort of thing."

The servant sectioned the hair off into three parts, beginning a loose plait down the vampire's back. "I'm not sure I do know how to do anything else. Don't touch those."

They swatted at the vampire's hand as they played with the rows of carefully displayed hair ties and pins. Today's selection included a silk onyx ribbon, a pair of long rose quartz pins, and a set of emerald hair rings. A matching emerald collar chain sat just out of reach and ready for when it was time to dress.

"Emeralds?"

"They bring out the color in your face." The servant picked up a pin and slid it neatly into the top of the braid. "No one's seen you in a while; you don't want to shock them with your corpse skin."

"Ah. And where is it I'm going?"

"You're meeting with the governor today. To talk about a protection agreement."

"And you decided this, did you?"

The servant let the second pin scrape along the vampire's scalp. "Were you going to do it on your own?"

The vampire stifled a wince. "You know how I feel about people."

"A vampire without a purpose is a vampire on the chopping block. You make them restless. The bonds of a deal will keep them from doing anything stupid. Besides, you keep the land clear anyway, you might as well be acknowledged for it."

The vampire sighed deeply. Their servant was right. As much as they disliked mortals with their quivering shoulders and fast rabbit hearts, this was the best way to remain unbothered in their reclusive lifestyle.

"What time?"

"Just after noon." The servant hooked the last hair ring and immediately turned back to the tea table. The vampire pivoted in their seat, watching as they poured the red-tinted water and spooned their usual two teaspoons of sugar.

"You could do something else," the vampire said. "If you wanted."

The servant shrugged. "I'm good at this."

They pulled out the dining chair, and the vampire quietly rose up to accept it. They sipped the warm drink, feeling how it temporarily heated their chest cavity before gradually icing over. The sweet spiciness of the sugar, and the cloves the servant had probably steeped in the water, was offset by a sharp metallic flavor. The vampire closed their eyes and savored the delicious aftertaste. Their servant always could make the unseemly bits of being a supernatural creature more elegant.

The servant's eyes pricked into the side of their face, intent, piercing. The vampire never forgot what they were, but they did sometimes forget that they were the same. That nothing but the flimsy rules of class etiquette kept their servant in their role. They could turn at any moment, in a flash of fangs and raking nails, and perhaps this time the vampire would lose. They'd never lost to any of the creatures they kept at the edge of the forest, but they might lose to their equal.

"You know, some people choose lovers to spend their immortality with?" the servant said finally.

Some of the tension in the vampire's shoulders relaxed. "I had no use for a lover."

They still remembered that first day in their room, the utter terror of standing in front of the mirror and having no face looking back.

Who's going to take care of me?

Perhaps it had been a silly thing to strike them. Especially as their first worry since being turned, but they genuinely couldn't think of anything more terrifying. When they were rejected, and surely they would be rejected, they would be alone, and who was to help them then? Not a family member, they were as blue blooded as them; even if they were turned, they'd never fed themselves, dressed themselves, or made up their own hair. And with no way of seeing themself anymore, those certainly seemed like necessary skills for a helper to have.

The choice of eternal partner had been obvious. And with their new identity at growing risk of discovery, hastily made.

They got up early, just as the fingers of dawn scraped the sky, and lay in wait behind their door until those familiar steps sounded down the hall. The door creaked, the usual morning greeting chirped…and the vampire pounced.

They remembered very little of the exchange, it had all been too fast, too heady with their first taste of blood. It only could be recalled in pieces: a cry, a struggle, shattered tea cups, a dark tea stain on the carpet that was probably still there. Then quiet.

They had thought they’d killed their servant. They were so limp and so still, and the vampire had had only their own traumatic fate as instructions. But then suddenly the breath came again and the feverish pain of change set in, and when the servant awoke in their shared cell, exorcists and experts prodding useless cure and concoctions through the bars, they were not the same as before.

At least when they were outcast, it was together.

And at least, as their feelings grew bitter and their demeanor more sharp-edged, they stayed.

The vampire shook themself from their thoughts. “Are you coming to this meeting?”

“Who else would tell you what to say?”

“See,” the vampire pointed at them, “that’s something you’re good at. Talking people into things, using eloquent words, you could be a politician.”

The vampire didn’t know why they were pressing this. They didn’t want their servant to go. If they had no one else 200 years ago, they certainly had no one now. Maybe giving them options soothed their persistent guilt. Gave them some false belief that turning the servant hadn’t been such a prison.

The servant chuckled. “A politician with fangs? I’m sure that would go over really well.”

“Just a thought.”

The servant poured a second cup of tea—their first breach of etiquette—and slurped it loudly—their second. They were still master and servant, but somewhere along the line, harsh, defining borders had softened into companionship.

“I’m fine with my job,” the servant said, setting down their cup into its saucer. “I simply wonder sometimes.”

With a slight nod, they retreated to the door, probably to bring in today’s outfit. They paused a moment with their hand on the knob, door just cracked.

They looked over their shoulder, fangs peeking through something almost grimace, almost smile.

“I don’t hate you.”

Then they were gone.

Master Taglist: (I’m sorry, I posted prompts for so long that I forgot I had a Taglist! If you’ve already seen this snippet, I apologize!)

@moss-tombstone @crazytwentythrees @just-1-lonely-person @the-vagabond-nun @willow-trees-are-beautiful @cocoasprite @insanedreamer7905 @valiantlytransparentwhispers @whovian378 @watercolorfreckles @thebluepolarbear @yulanlavender @kitsunesakii @deflated-bouncingball @lem-hhn @office-plant-in-a-trenchcoat @last-ditch-entry @ghostfacepepper @pigeonwhumps @demonictumble @inkbirdie @vuvulia @bouncyartist @lunatic-moss-studio @breilobrealdi @freefallingup13 @i-am-a-story-goblin @ryunniez @rainy-knights-of-villany @distractedlydistracted @saspas-corner

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martinsluvr · 30 days

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jada soft launching kate and i 🧚🏼‍♀️

#how nice #kate martin #crying

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pajorko · 1 year

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#how nice #poland nt #poland wnt #woso

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contextfreedungeon · 6 months

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Bard: I feed him the spear

Cavalier: Thanks!

#submission #how nice #d&d #dungeons and dragons #d&d stuff #d&d 5e #d&d 5th edition #d&d campaign #d&d rp #d&d memes #d&d shenanigans #d&d story #thanks for the submission!

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electr1cityy · 7 months

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Happy fourth day of Spamtober (Module 3)

"DRANK MY [orange juice], FELL DOWN THE [stairs], AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I STILL GOT UP [in the morning], AT [2 A.M.], TO GO DIRECTLY BACK TO [bed]!"

#spamton #my art #spamtober #spamtober day 4 #that is a true picture of my spamton plush #also spamvil marriage #how nice

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rosescries · 2 months

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My updated banner.

I like this a lot. Tried something new when coloring the red blanket around my sona and don't like that, but I like the rest of it. I have all those plushes, except for the Narinder one. I added Sebastian too, though he should be bigger now that I look again.

Still one of my favorite pieces to date.