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dear followers today i offer you this piece of unfinished work
#my art#wip#wilbur soot#i don't know what i'm doing anymore#my sleep schedule is fucked and my brain shuts down slowly
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He's so funky I just wanna grab him and air fry him please
Is this what you want anon??? Look what you've done.... he's in there with the frenched fries now.....
#I can't wait for this to be known as the badly edited etho images blog /no /please gods no#I don't know what I'm doing anymore#confessions#ethoslab#mod blaize
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A thought I had last night before I went to sleep, so it's incoherent. Imagine Kylar sneaking into your room at night, slipping off your blanket and your underwear to see you have a plug/dildo in. He freaks and takes it out, which wakes you up. He's sobbing and asking why you would use such a thing when you have him? You tell him you like feeling full, maybe he could help. Now every night he sneaks into your room and has you cockwarm him.
#fucking ignore me#i don't know what I'm doing anymore#also fuck you Grammarly cockwarm is spelled right#dol#dol kylar#kylar the loner#degrees of lewdity
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forbidden fruit
Manon x f!Reader
Summary: Day 8, “If I see you again, you’re dead.” with Manon
Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, suggestiveness
A/N: this isn't very angsty honestly
angst/kinktober masterlist
Manon had uttered the words years and years ago. Long enough she forgot them. You fled upon seeing her, and soon as your eyes met. It triggered some predatory instinct in her, that desire to hunt and chase. So, she took off after you. Enemy? If so, she would find out. The hunt thrilled her, it had been so long since she had the chance to do something like this.
Manon stalked you through the city streets, you were quick on your feet and switching through them rapidly. Any human would have trouble tracking you like this, maybe most immortals - even with your Fae swiftness and speed. But, her senses were honed over the years.
When she caught up to you, you were almost at the entrance to an alley. Perfect.
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One hand pinned you to the wall, iron nails digging into your throat. There was no recognition in the witch’s eyes, and maybe that was a good thing. You had changed some over the years, growing into your features as an immortal. You knew running was a bad idea, it would trigger some kind of instinct in her, but your instincts took over, screaming danger.
“Why did you run?” Her nails dug in further with each word.
“You don’t remember?” You raised one brow. She blinked once and tilted her head, as if she was studying you from a different angle. A hint of curiosity flickered through her vision. Was it good or bad she didn’t remember you? Your ego took a small hit, but if she doesn’t remember you - she can’t break her promise. Then again, you did just give yourself away.
Why the hell had you fallen in bed with a witch? Maybe it was some desire to live life on the edge, to court with danger. You had expected to die at the end of it, based on the hungry look on your face. She seemed to be debating killing you as well. When you disentangled yourself from her, heading right for the bathing room, clothes clutched in one hand, she chuckled at your naked form. You turned to face her. Normally people don’t laugh after seeing you naked.
“I’ll let you live.” Her words were laced with amusement. “If I see you again, you’re dead.” You took one moment to study her body, the scar flecked pale skin, muscled thighs, firm breasts that felt incredible under your fingers, the moon-white hair and gold-burnt eyes.
“Understood,” you said, your voice tight. You locked the bathroom door behind you, changing as quickly as possible and leaving through the window. You wouldn’t give her a chance to change her mind.
The witch removed her hand with an edged chuckle, iron nails snapping back in. The same laugh as before. “I’ll break that promise.” She took a step back. You had heard she’s the Crochan Queen now, reuniting her people. You’d returned to fight in Orynth, and left as soon as possible, taking every effort to avoid any witches.
The way she studied you made you feel just like that night, when she’d approached you.
“I didn’t think Witches were known for their mercy.” Why the hell did you say that? Playing with danger. Again. The only reasonable answer is you lost your mind.
“Do you want me to kill you?”
For Gods sake, it was an honest question. She actually met it.
“No, I don’t.” You said carefully and studied her every movement. Every inch the warrior and Queen. Terrifying and beautiful at the same time, like a forbidden fruit. That’s exactly what had drawn you in last time. Later on, you learned exactly who she is and couldn’t decide if you were horrified or proud of what you’d done.
“Maybe I’ll need a bribe.” You swallowed harshly as she took a step towards you again. “I remember how sweet you were, how sweet your fear tasted.” Gods, you already putty in her hands - just with those words. If she wants a bribe, you’ll give her one. Maybe something in you is broken, if you like chasing danger this much, if you let your sense of self preservation droop this low. But, she was so gods-damned beautiful, every inch of her designed to ensnare people, to draw them into her web. And like any other fool, you fell for it. Again.
You traced your finger across her jawline. “What kind of bribe?”
#throne of glass imagine#throne of glass x reader#october prompts?#I don't know what I'm doing anymore#manon blackbeak x reader#manon blackbeak x y/n
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Hestia: To the point-
Poseidon,*trying to interrupt her*: Ok but-
Hestia: I am not done talking yet. You will speak when I'm done.
Hades: Ohhhh.
Hera: Honey.
Zeus: Girl.
Demeter: Security!
#i don't know what I'm doing anymore#hestia#poseidon#hades#zeus#hera#demeter#greek gods#greek mythology#incorrect greek gods#incorrect greek mythology#incorrect greek god quotes#incorrect greek quotes
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Here we go ❤💕
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Please don't give either of them explosives
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They locked me in a room.
A rubber room.
A rubber room with rats.
And rats make me crazy.
Crazy?
I was crazy once.
They locked me in a room.
A rubber room.
A rubber room with rats.
And rats make me crazy.
Crazy?
I was crazy once.
They locked me in a room.
A rubber room.
A rubber room with rats.
And rats make me crazy.
Crazy?
I was crazy once.
They locked me in a room.
A rubber room.
A rubber room with rats.
And rats make me crazy.
Crazy?
I was crazy once.
They locked me in a room.
A rubber room.
A rubber room with rats.
Crazy—
—fuck.
#smii7y#random#doodle#i don't know what i'm doing anymore#i'm bored#and crazy#i was crazy once#they locked me in a room#a rubber room#a rubber room with rats#and rats make me crazy#haha#you didn't except this in here as well#did you?#you've been hit by#you've been struck by#a youtuber
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Jeff via Studio on Saturn ig stories
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#I don't know what I'm doing anymore#jaime x brienne#game of thrones#braime#graphic#shipping#she followed him in season 3#and he followed her the rest#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#effulgentgirl
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[inspired by the whole Babel Tower mayhem aka Mr Worldwide's languages revolution]
Nie będzie o Kärtsärim, ale raczej o całym fandomie gołąbków (sajgonek? czemu to się tak źle tłumaczy XD).
Wprawdzie obserwuję wszystko raczej z boku i nie uczestniczę jakoś żywo w fandomie, ale po moich przygodach z ostatnim fandomem związanym z muzyką i toksycznymi ludźmi jesteście wszyscy zajebistą odmianą. Podziwiam wszelkie rzeczy organizacyjne (dtiys, formularz na ewentualne spotkania okołokoncertowe itd), memowanie, dyskusje językowe, wszystkie ankiety jakie powstały, wszystkie fanfiki, fanarty, ale chyba najbardziej to, że nawet jak pojawia się konflikt czy różnica zdań, wszystko zostaje rozwiązane w miarę pokojowo (przynajmniej z punktu widzenia osoby pobocznej).
Kocham was wszystkich, nie zmieniajcie się, kochani fandomowicze <3
PS. Odkrycie przypadkiem K w lutym/marcu, jak szukałam występu Bejby na oficjalnym profilu Eurowizji, było moim najlepszym missclickiem całego życia :'D
#käärijä#käärijä this in your language#i don't know what I'm doing anymore#but it's crazy it's party ig?
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I feel like Virgil makes his goal to be his music taste. Like when he calls Thomas "the man" it's the government, saying he fights the government. Either a Green Day or Rage Against the machine reference bc I said so. Also his posture just straight up reminds me of that one gorillaz picture
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#sanderssides#logan sanders#remus sanders#patton sanders#headcanon#theory#i don't know what I'm doing anymore
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I'm writing for everything except for what I want to write for!
#i'm going to scream#please help#writing#writbelr#writblr#writblr community#writer's life#writer's brain#writer's block#i don't know what i'm doing anymore
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I just realized something. Yk the final battle arc right? Well, I don't think there'd be any taisho rumors during that one, cause like, bro they're dying O-O, it would be funny and messed up if they actually keep the taisho rumors.
#kimetsu no yaiba#It's 2 am rn#I'm kinda high#Get me some sleeping pills#Taisho rumors#I don't know what I'm doing anymore#Am I tired?#Yeah#Should I sleep?#Nah.
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If A Lonely Broadcast was a supernatural western film instead
#accounts from a lonely broadcast station#I don't know what I'm doing anymore#I stayed up all night making this bullshit#I need to stop#yipee ki yay
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*insert Zelda treasure music*
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