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loathemetc · 1 month
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Happy Valentine's day! Let's celebrate with a guy who clearly knows jack shit all about love. And Wayne is there.
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gomi--neko · 5 months
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Akiyama pictures
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sunflowerdigs · 4 months
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I feel like Disney had this super generic hetero detective show concept, complete with grizzled old blue lives matter cop Mobius and Loki wanting to fuck his sister, and then Owen Wilson showed up and was like "why is this man so obsessed with another man?" and Tom explained it by showing him hours of footage of Loki in leather and Loki was born.
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ofduskanddreams · 5 months
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Take Me If You Can [teaser]
Happy Halloween! This is not a trick, just a treat for all of you <3 Kinky canon-verse Azris is coming soon, though not quite in time to qualify as a kinktober fic. Minors DNI. Please be mindful of the warnings before clicking beyond the break. This isn't as edited as my usual stuff so please be kind to me.
I used my usual Azris taglist for this but if this snippet isn't your vibe than please disregard the tag. Have a great Halloween :)
CONTENT WARNINGS: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent,) violence, fighting, chasing/hunting, bondage, primal play, making the fae be FAE™, degradation, cutting off clothes, teasing, faebane is involved, toxic masculinity.
Azriel feels the faebane enter his bloodstream immediately, his shadows fade and the stones on the backs of his hands lose their light. As usual, his first reaction is panic. And since Azriel is no coward, he’ll choose fight over literal flight every time. His lungs tighten, gaze searching for any sign of the Autumn male as his heart beats too quickly. Even though this is something he chose, something he asked for, has begged for before, it still goes against every instinct that has kept him alive for the past five and a half centuries.
“You know you can make things easier for yourself any time, Shadowsinger.”
Eris’s voice echoes off the trees, the bastard is using a spell that makes it impossible for Azriel to guess his location because the sound surrounds him.
“Just say the word,” Eris taunts, “or stay still for once like a good little brute and let me catch you.”
Stay still? Like hell he will. Azriel takes off, sprinting across the cushion of fallen needles and moss.
He sidesteps a tree root arching out of the loamy earth, air already sawing in and out of his lungs.
Eris’s laugh sounds from somewhere in front of him. Azriel skids on the soil, turning so quickly he has to push himself off a sap-sticky trunk to stop from crashing into it.
“Running is pointless, you know?”
And Azriel hates himself for the way that coldly arrogant voice, those unmistakably posh vowels, sends a bolt of desire shooting down his spine.
“You will never outrun me. If you try to hide, I will find you. If you try to fly away, I will winnow to you in an instant and take you someplace where no one will hear the way you’ll be screaming for me by the end of the night.”
Azriel runs faster, eyes adjusting to the rapidly darkening forest. He thinks there’s a lake nearby and starts heading in that direction. If he can get to any kind of clearing, he’ll stand a better chance.
Eris doesn’t stop trying to bait him, still projecting his voice so it hits Azriel from every direction.
“You’re nothing without your magic, Shadowsinger. You’re just a helpless male. A coward running instead of facing me. Without your shadows, without your power, you’re useless. What good is a spymaster who can’t spy? A soldier who’s too scared to fight?”
Azriel sees a glimmer through the trees up ahead—moonlight on rippling water.
“What chance do you, a powerless brute, have against me—a high fae prince, the heir to the Autumn Court?” Eris laughs again, “The fact of the matter is that you don’t. I will always find you, Azriel.”
And fuck but the surety in Eris’s voice makes Azriel’s cock stiffen in his leathers. He palms himself hard enough to hurt—not the good kind of hurt—because he can’t afford an erection slowing him down, not when the lake is so close.
“And, when I catch you, I’ll show you exactly what use you’ll be to me.”
It’s a threat. It’s a promise.
Azriel breaks through the tree line and onto the gravelly shore.
But he hasn’t been thinking ahead, doesn’t know where to go because the only options are the water, back into the forest, or into the sky. Flying is the surest way to be caught. Illyrian wings are a hindrance to swimming. The forest means he loses any advantage this clear line of sight gives him.
Though these thoughts fly through his mind in an instant, that’s all it takes. A warm weight slams into him and sends both of their bodies crashing onto the gravel. Azriel lands on his back and the stones bite into his wings, dozens of small cuts on the sensitive membrane open as one—a symphony of exquisitely bright pain blooming.
“Hello, little bat,” Eris sneers above him, auburn curls falling onto his forehead from the chase. The princeling cocks his head, “Giving in so soon?”
“Never,” Azriel growls, slamming a fist into Eris’s side, just below his ribs and rearing up. His forehead meets Eris’s with a crack, shards of light splinter through his vision but Azriel works on muscle memory, throwing Eris off balance and flipping them.
But as he reaches to grab a fistful of Eris’s hair and pin his head in place, the male smirks. Heat wraps around Azriel’s extended wrist as the world darkens, the lake dissolves and he can’t breathe, can’t….
His shoulders burn as his arms are stretched above him to their limit, the rough bark of a tree trunk presses into the open cut on his cheek and Azriel hisses as the hand on his nape presses harder.
“Pathetic,” Eris scoffs, releasing his head with a shove.
Azriel tries to hit him, kick him, something, but his legs won’t move. Glancing down, he sees ropes of flame wrapped around his ankles, glowing orange against the darkness.
“Thinking you could run from me? Honestly,” from somewhere behind him Eris tuts disapprovingly, “this level of delusion would be cute if it weren’t so pitiful.”
“Fuck you,” Azriel cranes his neck and spits but it lands a few feet short of Eris’s polished boots.
“Oh, don’t worry little bat, you will. Try that again. If you make it, I’ll let you lick them clean.”
Despite himself, Azriel’s getting hard. He presses his forehead against the uneven bark, trying to stop the blood from rushing out of his head.
“Oh, I think you like the sound of that,” Eris croons, close enough for Azriel to feel the warmth of his breath on the shell of his ear. “Is that what you are, Azriel? Nothing better than a dog panting at my feet?”
Azriel throws his head back hoping to hit Eris, but all he succeeds in doing is pulling a muscle.
Then there’s cool metal and the familiar edge of a gemstone dragging down the central tendon of his right wing and Azriel’s breath leaves his lungs all at once as he arches into the touch.
Eris chuckles, “Look at you. The famed spymaster of the Night Court, the legendary shadowsinger, and you barely put up a fight. Already so desperate for me.”
“I’m not done fighting,” Azriel sneers, struggling against the restraints.
“Oh but you are,” Eris sounds gleeful. The heat of him presses Azriel into the unyielding tree. Azriel can’t help the noise that slips past his lips when Eris reaches into his leathers without warning and wraps his fingers around Azriel’s cock and strokes leisurely. “Just as I thought.”
The heat of Eris’s skin, the cool metal of his rings, makes Azriel shudder. Eris’s teeth graze the tattoos on his neck and Azriel’s torn between trying to headbutt him again and giving him better access to the sensitive expanse of skin.
“I know how much you hate this,” condescension laces Eris’s words. “You hate that I’m the only one who can give you what you need.” He sighs, releasing Azriel’s cock. “It must be so frustrating not being able to allow yourself the things you want, needing someone else to give them to you, needing me to be that someone.”
A vertical line of pressure lands between Azriel’s shoulder blades—a knife, larger than the one with the faebane.
“Stop,” he grits out, though it lacks conviction.
The moment Eris tackled him onto the lakeshore, Azriel realized how long it’s been since their last game, and just how tired he is. It’s been months since Nyx was born—since Azriel almost lost a third of his family in a single moment and has been doing everything in his power since then to make sure everyone is safe.
The blade cuts through the laces running down his spine, the night air eliciting goosebumps on the newly exposed skin.
“Eris,” Azriel warns. The knife stills halfway through its journey.
“Yes, Azriel?”
The waiting blade, the lack of derision in the words—Azriel doesn’t need to be told that Eris is giving him a chance to stop this now.
He should take it. Azriel should never have let things get this far. Eris is right that a part of him loathes how much he craves this, craves him—the male he’s hated for so long, who’s impossibly complicated, whose masks are so layered that he doesn’t know where they end and Eris begins.
This goes against everything he’s believed his whole life: vulnerability is weakness, weakness is shameful. The last place he should ever want to be is at someone else’s mercy. He’s Rhysand’s spymaster for fuck’s sake—Azriel is the one who binds, he’s the one who wields the blade. It’s who he’s always been: the person everyone needs him to be
— — —full fic coming soon-ish!
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merethessc · 4 months
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What a great year to be a fnaf fan
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polarolds · 2 years
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My... apologies, Aloy. I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts...
Bonus: 
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i have many many thoughts about Tilda van der Meer. when it was revealed she and Lis had history it was very 👀, but i have some mixed feelings about how they handled her towards the end
anywho sometimes my brain will go kjanKJSADNKsjdn and i’ll spit out a whole ass comic, hope u enjoy :’) 
smol headcanons: i definitely see lis and tilda being lightly competitive (esp. with tilda saying lis was always one step ahead of her in canon). tilda is thrilled whenever she finds out she’s better/more knowledgeable about something (pictured here: tilda is more proficient - read: wayyyy more proficient - at hairstyling so she always teases lis whenever they have to go to a fancy conference or event and she catches lis struggling)
lis just complains about how she didn’t want to go to the event in the first place and would rather crash and take a fat nap. tired scientist be tired (they end up having fun anyways)
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unreasonablethoughts · 6 months
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SPOILER PROBABLY
sooo spoon was on the wall right and it was a fairly recent picture. (i have never read the books so i do not know how accurate the show is to them) and since everything is always connected i wonder if they're gonna pull the 'main antagonist son is the hero`s best friend' which is not a trope i hate
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death-by-microwave · 12 days
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imagine having to ask a sentient murder toaster if they're interested in taking the relationship you have with them further because you're in love with them (alternatively, asking the sentient murder toaster if they want to have say gex) and then just pretending you never wanted to ask in the first place because you're literally trying to ask a sentient murder toaster about that
this wasn't even originally even about gabv1el and by extension gabriel but i feel like it fits them
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jimmys-zeppelin · 5 months
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bloodlust
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mature content / nsfw / blood / vampirism
My veins are constricting into themselves. Thinning. My fingers and toes run cold and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears slower and slower with each second that goes by.
His lips are red-hot on my neck. Small, button-nose inhaling the scent of my skin as he gets his fix of me. His hair falls into perfect curls on his shoulders. He’s so absolutely beautiful I can’t contain it. I hold his bicep, my grip getting looser as he drains me. I try to squeeze when my fingers tingle, but to no avail. My body shivers beneath him and the blood starts dripping from his mouth when he can no longer hold any more. The flow is too much for him to drink.
“Jimm…” I whimper. Still-hot blood drips down the mounds over my chest, trails down the length of my torso. His fingers are inside me, and soon the blood encounters him. He thrusts my own blood back into my body. I can taste it in my mouth.
Then, I convulse. It’s euphoric.
“So good for me,” he mutters. Tears fall from my eyes. I love him.
I fall into a void of black. He’s taken too much—not enough. I’m grateful. It’s an orgasmic experience. Before I black out I hear him: his moan of graciousness. I served him adequately. It makes me happy.
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hi 👀
so I had this idea yesterday about vampire jimmy and immediately started writing it. it's very far out of my comfort zone and much darker than what I usually write. if you're all interested, I can write it out to be longer and maybe even make it a few part one-shot series. please let me know. as always, thank you so much for reading.
happy halloween! 🎃
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pundeserving · 1 year
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i just know serizawa would watch ten of those shitty life hack videos in a row and take detailed notes on each one
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reikotrash · 1 year
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before for the future? ngl while i thought huntlow was cute and i supported it, i just wasn’t super into it, y’know?
but now? my eyes have been opened. consider me inducted into the huntlow nation. i am screaming inside i am going Insane THEYRE SO PRECIOUSNDHAHAGH
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its-shells · 3 months
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NOT THE WINNER I EXPECTED BUT THE WINNER WE FUCKING DESERVE
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ikol-loki · 5 months
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Hey MCU please for the love of god STOP calling Earth-199999 616, I’ll stab you all oh my god
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floralstorms · 4 months
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uuuuuh aa these guys
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manhattancrossrip · 1 year
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this took me 29 hours and 10 minutes over the span of almost a month, someone put me out of my misery
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piromina · 5 months
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oh god, what if iris poses at Marinettes half sister in season 6
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