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#its been a long time
reicav97 · 4 months
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Willow, best girl.
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lyosphe · 1 year
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The greatest shenanigans
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gunnarstahl · 1 year
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Henry Cavill as Napoleon Solo | The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
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dragonbonez · 11 months
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I would like to give a reminder to everyone following me that this is indeed my comfort OTP.
♋️<>♑️
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xsister-serpent · 5 months
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Sickness Inside
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Summary: A goth female reader!soulmate AU with the King Of Curses himself. Based off a character AI and this song (Kudos if you seen Queen of the Damned) I found MDNI 18+! Warnings: Blood, Gore, 18+ MDNI, Cussing,
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What was supposed to be a normal night out soon turned to be a bloodbath. You had left my home to go to a goth bar hoping to find some sort of normality in your life. Being that your soul mark was that of the King of Curses your life had been on the run. Finding jobs whenever you could, saving every penny in case you had to go back into hiding. You never stayed in one spot for too long; that was your rule.
You hid your tattoos in a black turtleneck discreet enough for everyday wear. The pulsating music coming from the band speaker, the red lights glowing to the beat. You slowly nodded your head to the beat trying to lose yourself into the thrashing of guitars and the singer’s voice ringing into the dark club.
Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine
You felt it once more, a familiar lingering threat in the crowd. You glanced around the bar and stage looking for that face that haunted your dreams. There was a hard brush from behind you causing you to jump in startlement. Before you could get a word your mouth had gone dry in horror. 
It was Him. 
The king of curses smiled cruelly as he disappeared into the crowd of bodies unnoticed. 
“No!” You gasped in confusion as you felt your soul mark slightly burn, “No!”
You saw him looking at the crowd with cold malicious intent like a wolf among sheep. That's when you knew what he was going to do. “Move!,” you urged, making your way through the crowd, “Move!”
 You saw Sukuna watching the crowd as the red light pulsed around him. You tried shoving your way through the crowd not caring about the glares and vile comments from the concert goers. 
“Sukuna stop!,” you tried to shout over the music, “STOP!”
 His set of eyes glanced at you as his smile grew cruel with fangs. You were now within arm's length as you reached for his robe, only to miss it by a few inches.
“No, God, no," you spoke in terror, seeing him disappear once more.
 Sukuna’s laugh echoes in the club, hoarse and deep. It makes your stomach turn into knots and sends chills down your spine. You try your best to shove down that feeling of continuous peril of his presence. Suddenly, you felt him inches behind you. Sukuna stepped closer.
His face close enough to your neck to be able to breathe your scent, “Have you finally given up the inventible sweetheart?”  
There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes that unnerves you, like a game of cat and mouse. You turn your gaze away from him, unable to deny that you were, in fact, running from him. He can feel your fear... he revels in it.
“You end this madness, and you end it now! ” You defended with what courage you had facing him.
His voice became firm and sharp, as he spoke with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his lips pressed together firmly, “It’s time to stop running from me Y/N!”
 Within an instant he’s gone from your sight. Your eyes scanned around the club searching for him frantically. There’s a blood curdling scream ripped into the air causing you to look around the club. Immediately there's more screams of terror ringing out through the bar with the smell of blood. Your eyes spot him from his hand, he produces a dagger. In the crowd, people are panicking, trying to run away or to hide somewhere, but some of them are caught by him losing a limb or a head, and he kills them right in front of you, showing absolute indifference to your terror. And after each killing, he smiles, a cruel, empty smile.
 And he laughs.
"He's killing them. Jesus Chirst he’s -" You trailed off in disbelief. Immediately your flight kicks in and you push yourself through the
crowd running towards the exit. A smell of smoke and heat began to linger in the air, but the crowd was in mid-panic.  You glance around the madness seeing patrons covered in blood and others some even as charred bodies. The club was flooded with blood causing you to trip over your own footing. With a hard fall you found yourself on the floor with a smack. 
“Y/N..,” Sukuna calls out to you like a lover, “Y/N…”
Through the panic you stare off into the distance seeing only one still man. His blood drunk gaze finds yours and in that moment you can feel the whole world hold its breath in dread. With one finger he points. 
Directly. At. You.
He approaches you with a calm and confident walk. For him, this killing is no more than a sport... and now he wants the main prize to have fun, to feel that euphoria of claiming something precious. Something a part of his soul he knew he desired, no, needed.
  He moves through the flames unhurt with not a drop of blood on him. You feel his gaze on you. 
Sukuna's eyes blazed with fire and his voice rose in volume, "Run."
With what strength you had you pulled yourself from the floor and bolted out the door. You felt the rain pouring down seeping into your jacket as your feet hit the pavement. You hear people screaming and running in terror along with far off sirens.
“Don’t look back,” you said to yourself, “Keep running, keep running!”
He's like a predator, just following his prey, walking slowly, but with no rush, with complete calm.
Sukuna smiled in the night air, "What a glorious game this will be beloved Y/N."
Part 2?
Author's Note: It's been a while since I posted any fanfic let's be honest. I've tried countless times to write and nothing came through till now. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did.
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lavafet · 1 year
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I like the idea that he learns about hand-kissing after learning about blowing kisses :]
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n9ph · 7 months
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up incredibly late but WHATS GOOD GABRIEL NATIONNNNN
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6iloan4 · 4 months
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Aeon se enteró de todo lo que ha tenido que pasar Simon, gracias a Marcie y Minerva, por lo tanto de calmarlo y hacerlo sentir acompañado y querido.
Cuando Simon se encuentra estresado o demasiado cansado, Aeon le deja acostarse en sus piernas o acurrusarse en su regaso para masajear y revolver su cabello. Esto se ha vuelto una costumbre, tanto que no es necesario que Simon se sienta estresado o cansado para que el se acueste y Aeon se encuentre cantandole sentados o acostados, ya sea en el sofa o en la cama tranquilos.
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moncherellie · 4 months
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(mutuals you didnt see this im still cool and mysterious) it's a crying over my ex kind of night
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trustonlystars · 1 year
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I wouldn't take down the Christmas lights, and I wouldn't let the smiles turn away. You see, I am fond of staying back - and never leaving. So, if you asked me to stay, I would. I like keeping things for a very long time before I let them go because I can't be harsh with my heart. I'll let my heart have little things that are in my control, like the Christmas lights even while it's past January, like the pictures of a moment so magical, like the seasons long past they've crossed. I let winter stay till it feels the warmth of summer blending in the wind. I hold onto people long after they have left the previous pages of my story, sometimes time steals them away, sometimes they just don't let me. So I hold onto things that make the transition a little easier. I don't know how to skip phases, I have to walk through grey before I reach white from black. I have to explore all the shades leading me to the light. You see, I hold onto seasons, lights, and so many other things only because at times I cannot hold onto people.
- trustonlystars
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hcneyflower · 5 months
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I really had a sex dream last night and woke up jealous.
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[On this day four years ago I created the first Piper document]
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pcktknife · 1 year
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i would like to hear you speak on lego batman vs kung fu panda 🎤
i wont lie said that to be dramatic i like both movies alot... i am very much due for rewatches of both 😔
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letsdiscoverkitty · 8 months
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31.08.23
I keep thinking about coming back to posting online but every time I finally manage to fight the anxiety and make it back to this page, I draw up blank and end up leaving again...I suppose part of me is incredibly ashamed and embarrassed (about everything that my 'life' is/has been/become) whilst also being utterly exhausted and tired of hearing and saying the same things over and over again. I hate it.
This space was such a positive space for me in recovery in the past, it helped me beyond belief and I met some of the most incredible souls through it. Right now I need everything I can get. Life has been feeling incredibly heavy and hard for longer than I care to admit. I have not been okay (even typing that is hard) and I am finding it hard to see/believe that things can ever get better.
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spicyraeman · 8 months
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I think.. I have fallen deep into the fantasy brainrot, extremely unfortunate for all the people who followed for my cp2077 stuff
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iconic-ponytail · 2 years
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a shot in the dark, chapter 6
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Resolute, she sets her jaw. “We can treat the wound and burn out the infection.”
Jughead winces, but exhales when his face curves into her hand. “Raise my fever?”
Betty nods. “Only a little. The fever is your body fighting. We could make it fight just enough for it to win, and thus it may break.”
“Perhaps,” he licks his lips, wishing he had the strength to sit up. “I’m rather partial to the idea of you slowly and tenderly nursing me back to health.” 
Her smile is reluctant, but she can’t hide it all the way. He wishes he could tug it all the way loose. 
“Perhaps you ought to like the idea of living long enough to keep running from the half blind bounty hunter and Texas Marshall looking for us,” she tuts, turning and standing already to make preparations. 
Jughead feels suddenly like a child. That foreign, desperate yearning for affection. No one ever tended to him then, and he wants to be less foolish than that now. Instead, his eyes fall closed and he’s remembering last night. The soft fever of her kiss, the way she begged—everything feels like a dream. Not in the poetic sense, but faded and foggy. He’s awoken to Betty on mission, and this mission did not seem to include stripping off his clothing, much to Jughead’s dismay.
“You’re going to sweat quite a bit.”
read chapter 6 / start at the beginning
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