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tiya-minuscule · 2 days

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The silence and the voices Previous chapter Next chapter Coming Soon I'm quite happy with this chapter where you can see a bit more of Paul's personnality and struggles ! Also, Hershel opening up a bit more... (Who is he talking about ??? mmmm ??? 👀)

See you very soon and thank you for your support <3 First chapter of this AU

#university au #hershel layton #don paolo #paul #art #professor layton #fancomic #so many little details for the rest of the story here #hahahaha #can you spot it ??

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 days

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Prompts 8 and 14 with Poly lost boys? (If not Poly, I’ll be good with any of them-)

8. Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!

14. Are you alright?

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!💜

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The house was quiet. Maria had gone off to work at the videostore, and Shelly had gone out to meet with her boyfriend Greg. Normally, I would have put some music on, doing some chores or making some art now that they were gone. But not today. I woke up feeling off. I had hoped that after some breakfast and some coffee, it would be over, but alas, it only got worse. So that's why I found myself lying on the couch, with the remote control of the telly in my hand. I still hadn't put it on, knowing that the sound - no matter how soft it could be - would only worsen the headache I had.

I closed my eyes as I felt another pang of pain flashing through my head. The headache had been there all day, but now it was slowly but surely turning into a splitting headache. I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer and made my way to the kitchen. Somewhere, in one of the cabinets, I was certain I'd have a package with aspirin. I sighed as I entered the kitchen, seeing the dirty dishes piling out of the sink. The remains of our lunch were lying on the kitchen island. It was a mess. Normally, I wouldn't mind cleaning it up, but now, the thought alone made me want to cry. God, I felt sick.

I opened the cupboard, realising that the package I had had been used up by my housemates. The only thing left of it was the empty box. I sighed as I threw it in the bin, deciding that I'd have to go to the drugstore. I got dressed in some comfortable yet more appropriate clothing - I didn't want to go outside in my pyjamas - and put my shoes on. After locating my keys on the dining room table, I headed outside - only to return to put a jacket on. It was surprisingly cold outside.

As I walked down the street, I was a little relieved to realise that the sun was setting already. It meant that my boyfriends would be going to the boardwalk soon. As much as the idea of being in a brightly lit, loud space didn't appeal to me, the idea of being with them and near them did.

The door to the drugstore opened with a soft tinkle as I pushed it open, the bell above the door signalling my presence. It was quiet inside, the only other customer an old lady. I greeted her quietly before searching the aisles for what I needed. I didn't pay attention when I heard the bell ring, nor did I pay attention to the space around me. So, when I found the brand I needed, and made a move to grab it, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so-"

"Shit, you look like shit babe!" I looked up and saw that I had bumped into Marko. I gave him a watery smile.

"I kind of feel like it, I think it hay-fever or something."

Marko nodded, his hand resting on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, a bit. Come on," he took the medicine I wanted and walked towards the checkout. "You're staying with us tonight."

"Weren't you going to the boardwalk?"

"You're more important. Santa Carla won't forget who owns the place if we don't show up one night."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was suddenly really warm inside. "What were you doing here?"

"Paul's been complaining about a lack of liquorice in the cave."

"He really likes that stuff?"

"Apparently. We can't all be perfect," he paid for the liquorice and the aspirin, also asking for a bottle of water. He grabbed our stuff, opening the door for me. Once we were outside, I stopped walking for a moment, taking some deep breaths.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head slightly. " 'm feeling a little faint."

"Go and sit down, alright?" He handed me the bottle of water and the aspirin. "Have you eaten today?"

I shrugged as I took a sip. "Wasn't hungry."

"You actually got the liquorice!" I looked up as I saw Paul appearing out of thin air in front of me. "And you got our gir- Jesus, you look like shit."

I nodded, feeling a little less faint than before. I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles, and I knew that Dwayne and David were also here now. I looked up, smiling tiredly as David walked towards me.

"Hey."

"Hey darlin'," he helped me stand up, looking me over as I did. I felt myself tremble a little. Maybe Marko was right, and this was more than allergies. "Let's get you home. Do you think you can hold on?"

I nodded, climbing on the back of his bike, and holding on to him tightly.

"We need some food, see if there's a store open so you can get her some fruit and bread and such."

"Sure thing. Is there anything you'd like?" Paul looked at me, and I shook my head. He nodded, kissing me softly on my forehead before driving off. Marko handed Dwayne the stuff we'd just bought, saying he'd be home shortly. He had to feed. Dwayne drove next to us, both David and him driving slower than usual. I was glad they did, mainly because their usual driving style was close to nauseating. Besides, with them driving slower, the chances of me gliding off were slimmer. I closed my eyes for a bit, a sudden tiredness overwhelming me.

"Don't fall asleep, love."

" 'm not." I mumbled, holding on a little tighter.

"We're almost home, then you can sleep all you want."

Dwayne was true to his word. Less than five minutes later, we stopped at the edge of the cliff leading towards the cave. Without a word, Dwayne lifted me up, carrying me in his arms down the stairs and into the lobby of the sunken hotel.

"Couch or bed?"

"Couch," I said softly, trying to stiffle a yawn, "Don't want to be alone."

"Alright, love."

He carefully laid me down on the couch, taking some pillows from Star's bed to make sure I was comfortable. David brought me the blanket I normally used while staying here, a thick and soft fabric covering the whole thing. I mumbled a soft thank you.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" David asked, crouching down next to me, brushing some hair out of my face.

"Since this morning."

"It's probably just a cold or a flu. Is the aspirin helping?"

"A little, I guess?"

He gave me a soft smile, getting up. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness before sleep finally came.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but when I did, I could hear an annoyed Dwayne hiss something at Paul and Marko.

"Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!"

"Ah shit, sorry, babe!" Paul whisper yelled at me, causing me to sleepily open my eyes.

" 's okay," I nodded, looking at them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything from the store, but I also brought you some cookies and chocolate."

I smiled tiredly, wincing as I felt my headache return. "Thank you, hon."

"If you're not feeling better tomorrow, we could give you some blood to speed up the healing process?" Marko offered. I bit my lip, not knowing whether I'd like that or not. I did feel sick, but to drink blood? "Just think about it, alright?"

"Yeah."

He smiled before looking outside. The sky was turning a bright red. He went to the back of the cave, climbing through the liftshaft. Dwayne and Paul followed. I pulled my blanket closer against me, curling up, when I felt a pair of arms lifting me up.

"Hm?"

"We're staying with you today, sweetheart."

" 's nice," I mumbled sleepily, already dosing off as he brought me to the bedroom. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, my boys surrounding me, making sure I'd be okay.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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bbygirl-paul · 8 hours

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can i just say i love how anytime paul uses his nerd brain to seem like he has preconceived knowledge of how the desert works everyone else is soooo impressed but the one time he tries it on chani with the "🤓☝️ um actually sandwalking is-" she just kills him with her eyes until he shuts the fuck up

#she's the only one who sees him for what he is: a nerd #stilgar: HE KNOWS OUR WAYS #chani: he read one book please chill #chani #chani kynes #paul atreides #paul #dune 2 #dune #dune part 2 #dune part two

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therealgentleg · 1 day

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It's apparently an unpopular opinion, but... I like Paul. The idea of two people who merge into one person is deeply fascinating to me. Paul is based on Cam and Pal but also more than just Cam + Pal... A kinda new, kinda familar character. I'm really exciting to get to know them properly.

#(paul is the first lyctor who really gives me something similar to saint-vibes)#wish I could do the same they did. Just to know what the result would be like #paul #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #the locked tomb

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g1mgam · 3 days

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art be improving fr ‼️🔥

Happy heavenly birthday brooke🤍

#the lost boys #Paul #paul the lost boys #brooke mccarter #SoundCloud

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beatleskinkmeme · 2 days

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estranged 70s john and paul fall through some kind of portal which takes them to an alternate universe where their mirror selves are a serious long-term couple (up to the writer if this means the beatles are still together or if they’re just vibing on paul’s farm). discomfort and angst ensues

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#prompts #mclennon #john and paul #john #paul #au #1970s

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pokeficdaily · 2 days

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#submission #pokemon #pokefic #pokeani #paul #mod 🐝

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beat-blogging · 6 months

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"kill them with kindness" WRONG. BANG BANG MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER CAME DOWN UPON THEIR HEADS🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🪦🔨🔨🔨🔨🪦⚰️🔨🔨🔨💀⚰️☠️🔨💀☠️⚰️⚰️☠️🔨💀💀⚰️🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨💀🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨☠️🔨🔨🔨⚰️⚰️🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🪦🪦⚰️🔨🔨🔨🪦🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨💀🔨💀🔨🔨🔨🔨💀🔨

#the beatles #paul #ringo #george #john #beatles music #maxwells silver hammer #maxwell's silver hammer #msh #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison #kill them with kindness meme

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theartingace · 3 months

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this scene stuck with me because it was so funny but going back to read it again to make sure I had the text right.. I forgot that it's bookended by the sweetest and saddest conversation ever right at the end 😭

#nona the ninth #paul #pyrrha dve #the locked tomb #nona #sweet lil nono #i needed to draw this scene so bad #pyrrha and paul holding nona so close all through the end #😭

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tonkable-art · 3 months

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Maybe that makes it all worth it.

This has been sitting thumbed out in my sketchbook for almost a year now so I'm glad to have it out in the world now.

Thought I'd include some of my favourite stills from this:

#animation #the locked tomb #tlt #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #animatic #feboardary #Paul

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 1 day

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Could I get prompt 7 with a female tourist reader passing through Santa Carla with Marko?👀

7. I am freezing, can I borrow your coat?

Absolutely! I hope you like this, and thanks for requesting!💜

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In a city like Santa Carla, it was hard to truly stand out. Everyone was their own kind of crazy, and it took a certain something to truly stand out. That's why the town was such a haven for the undead, the unknown, and the unnatural. To stand out, there had to be something unique or special about them - at least for humans. For a vampire, it took less. A certain smell, a certain blood type - or the lack of all of these things.

Maybe that was why Marko had kept an eye on her all night, wondering why his eyes kept being drawn to her. She didn't smell any different than any other women around, she didn't have a rare bloodtype... no, based on scent alone she was just like any other women in the crowd. And yet - he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

I had noticed the stares he gave me, when I joined the crowds. When I went to a small concert at the beach, following the show up with a drink at a bar. Wherever I went, I felt his eyes upon me. And if I was being honest, it unnerved me quite a bit.

When I got out of the bar I saw him staring at me again, little over ten feet away. I took a small breath, deciding that this was it. I walked towards him, head held high, ready to tell him I was done with him being a creep when-

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" An old woman had bumped right into me, holding what could only be described as a bucket that was once filled with ice cold water. I was totally drenched, shivering as the wind picked up. "You must forgive me, dear, I didn't see you-"

"Yeah," I waved her off, "sure. Don't worry about it." I stepped past her, frowning when I realised that the boy that had been staring wasn't there.

As I walked over the boardwalk, searching for the boy - or man, whatever his age was - I couldn't help but shiver. I was still wet, and the wind was only getting stronger. I couldn't stay like this much longer, and I decided to head in to the next restaurant to see if I could order some tea and some soup to warm up.

The only store that was still open is the Chinese restaurant at the corner of the walk, and with a small sigh I pushed the door open. The smell of rice and noodles hit my nose instantly. I went up to the counter, placing my order for a tea and some noodle soup when I saw him.

"You!" I looked at him. "You've been staring at me all night!"

"I have."

I blinked. He didn't even deny it. That was weird, right?

"Why?"

"You're different."

"Why?" I asked it again, sliding in the seat across from him.

"I don't know."

"I don't like being stared at. If I catch you again, I will -"

"You'll what?" He asked, sounding more curious than threatening. I shrugged slightly.

"I don't know, burn your eyes out, or cut them out or something."

He chuckled. "Then I'll make sure you won't catch me."

I glared at him, causing him to grin. He kept looking at me, taking me in.

"You're shivering."

I bit my tongue as I looked at him. He wanted to play all flirty all night? Fine, I could play that game too.

"I am freezing, can I borrow your coat?"

Now it was his turn to be taken aback.

"Bit forward."

"So is staring."

"It's different."

"It's not, though. I was serious about my question, I feel like I'm turning into an icecube here."

He sighed as he took his jacket of, handing it to me.

"I'm Marko."

I smiled as I took the jacket, putting it on. It was large and incredibly warm - I instantly felt better. When he told me his name, I decided I would tell him mine. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot here.

"Am I really that different?" I asked as the waitress brought me my tea and soup.

"It's mainly your attitude. I can't really describe it."

"But it's obvious enough to stare?"

"You looked back, though."

I nodded as I sipped my tea. "I did. Maybe I wanted to know who I was dealing with."

"What would you have done, if you hadn't been doused with water?"

"I'd probably would have yelled at you, called you a creep and depending on your response I might have hit you in the face."

"You had a plan."

I grinned at him, quite enjoying his presence. "Absolutely. Never go anywhere without it."

"So, what's your plan with my coat?"

"Hm," I thought for a moment, eating some bites of my soup, "I'm keeping it hostage."

"You're keeping my coat hostage?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"That way you have a definite reason to pick me up tomorrow evening."

I smiled at him causing him to laugh. Yeah, as unnerving as his staring had been, he was fun. The banter had been proof of that.

"Alright. How about I also drop you off tonight?"

"I wouldn't mind that. But I'm still keeping your jacket."

"I'll take it back tomorrow."

"We'll see," I grinned, placing some bills on the table and standing up. His order was called out, and he led me outside to his bike.

Marko grinned as he felt her arms wrapped tightly around him. He still wasn't sure what she was to him or why, but he knew that he wouldn't kill her. Something about her made it impossible to do so. Besides, he liked her company. As he drove through the streets towards her motel, he couldn't help but feel as if this was all somehow exactly how it was supposed to be.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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bbygirl-paul · 10 days

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it's wild to me that people act as if chani's primary reason for leaving paul was bitterness about being a concubine like girl..... i promise that did not even register in her brain compared to the realization that paul had chosen to become her people's oppressor, to become her oppressor, to destroy the equality that was very foundation of their relationship. i promise her agency and her loyalty to her people, things which existed before paul and will exist after him, were more important to her than how "official" her relationship would be considered within a system she did not care about.

#stop reducing female characters to their romances challenge #chani #paul atreides #paul #dune #dune part 2 #dune 2 #chani kynes #meta

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charlottesweetly · 1 month

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