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demidevilqueen · 1 year

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Just a reminder that I'm available for commission work! If you desire some art, or have any general questions feel free to hit me up at @ [email protected]

#demidevilqueen #self-plug #money to live plz #lmao

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inkary · 2 years

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Oh hey, just look at the date! It's self-plug time!! I don't have a lot to offer but the more moni I get through patreon the fewer commissions I have to do=>more time for personal pictures with skeletons, rats and so on :3

https://patreon.com/inkary

Includes discord access, higher res pics and commissions priority+discount.

#self-plug #patreon

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eighthmelody · 9 months

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Come, walk this road with me

Paused at the threshold, Sasuke becomes suddenly aware of the weight of his value in his eyes.

The first time Anko gets the drop on him, he’s dripping wet in a bath-towel in his own home. Looming over him, she presses the knife to his throat for emphasis before releasing her grip on his hair and pushing him away. She tells him to get dressed.

“We need to talk.”

When he asks her what she thinks she’s doing in his house, she nods at the entrance to his bedroom. “Window’s wide open. That can be dangerous.”

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She’s in-and-out of his life, a ghost passing through. She never waits for an invitation; they both know he’d never offer one anyway. Sakura had been onto something when she’d compared her to Naruto. They both know how to get under his skin, but at least Naruto has the common decency to leave him alone when he’s at home.

“Had any bad dreams lately?”

He doesn’t answer her; he’s learned he doesn’t need to when she’s making a point.

“I still have them, to this day. Nasty ones too. They’ve gotten worse ever since he reared his ugly head again. Sometimes, I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming like everything is still fresh.”

He stays the course, knowing eventually she’ll drop the crazy-woman facade and speak to him candidly. Sasuke doesn’t know why she even bothers keeping up the act around him.

“Look, kid. I’m not spending all this time around you because I’m bored and have nothing better to do, but if you think my little visits are annoying, just wait until he comes back around for you.”

“I don’t care what he wants.”

“You say that, but he’s a persistent guy. He knows how to get in your head. He already has, hasn’t he?”

He feels her eyes on the back of his head, niggling and invasive. He reaches for his apartment door. Behind him, she shuffles her weight as she leaves her place at his open window.

“This isn’t just about you. It never was. When he comes for you -and he will- it won’t be a peaceful bargain. A lot of people are willing to stand in his way to protect you, because it means protecting this Village in the grander scheme of things. Keep that in mind, okay kid?”

Paused at the threshold, Sasuke becomes suddenly aware of the weight of his value in his eyes.

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Mitarashi Anko will never know what it’s like to be alone in this world, he surmises, to be alone and know that it’s all your fault. She’ll never know how much it hurts to know that things could have been different, could have been better, had he only been strong enough. . .

“How would you know anything about how I feel?”

Sasuke’s heart is in his ears. His fingers grip the side of the refrigerator; it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be betrayed by someone you trusted and looked up to!? You weren’t there! You didn’t see how I had to beg for my life from my own brother!”

In the eye-of-the-storm, Sasuke finds himself pleased by how caught off-guard Anko is by his outburst. People always are. It’s all the same; it’s always the same. They’re all alike, ignorant and apathetic. They think he can just wipe his memory clean, like it isn’t stained by the blood of his family.

He watches through heavy-breaths as she shrugs down her tense shoulders with a pregnant sigh, eyes fixing on the sink as she fishes for a reply. Her lips twist upwards in a bitter smile that she eventually turns on him.

“I might know . . .something of it.”

She stares into him, fingers clasping her shoulder as she moves towards him.

He glares back, jaw clenched.

“Orochimaru . . .the man who ransacked this place and killed Lord Third. . .he was my teacher. Branded me with that same seal and left me for dead on an island a long way from here.” Before him, Anko bows low enough for him to see the seal hidden beneath her long-collared jacket.

They observe each other, and for a brief moment, the boy feels convinced that if anyone is bearing the self-same weight that he is then it must be this woman. In that transient flicker of time, he muses that if there is but one person that truly understands the maelstrom of agony and helplessness brewing in his stomach, it’s the one who has spent a lifetime fleeing from the looming shadow of her treacherous teacher.

He relaxes his arm, ignoring the way his fingers and wrist ache, and finds the pattern of his kitchen flooring far more sympathetic than Anko’s face.

Sasuke doesn’t like it; he has never liked feeling exposed. He refuses to acknowledge their similarity, because the moment that he admits that the malignant growth he nurses is anything like Anko’s then he has to admit that there is another possible route for him to take besides complete and total amputation.

“There is no one on this earth more deserving of death than Uchiha Itachi. No one.”

He expects her to rebuttal, but instead when Anko shrugs, excuses herself, and leaves him to himself for the night, he’s surprised by how heavy the air of silence she leaves in her wake is.

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Uchiha Itachi graduated from the Academy at age seven. He was promoted to Chuunin at age ten. By the time he was thirteen-years-old, he was running top-rank missions as an ANBU Black OPs. He was the jewel of the Uchiha clan, his father’s pride-and-joy. . .and his murderer.

Sasuke recites this like a liturgy in the training field, letting it be his focus as he channels chakra through his arm. Electrical heat sparks from his palms, dancing along the tips of his fingers. Power colors the bark of the surrounding trees a blinding blue. He charges forward, feels all his pinpoint rage tear through age-old wood, breath tight in his chest until he releases it with a crescendoing roar. He doesn’t stop until he hears wood cracking above him and the tree begins to bend forward.

Sasuke yanks his hand out of the bark and leaps away, inhaling the smell of burning wood. Above him, branches jostle, leaves hissing in the friction. Sasuke hears her whistle before he feels her chakra burst to life.

“That’s a neat little trick. Did Kakashi teach you that?”

Sasuke doesn’t have to glean long to find her lounging in the boughs some feet above him.

“Bet something like that drains you dry fast, doesn’t it? How many times can you do that?”

He studies her briefly, watches the way she leans forward to observe the damage from the safety of her perch, thumb in her mouth as she thinks.

“Does he know you’ve been stalking me?”

Anko pouts, eyes still scanning the cavity in the devastated tree. “Maybe,” she sings. “ . . Why? You gonna tell on me?” She faces him then, mouth cracked to show friendly teeth. Sasuke feels his breath coil in his chest at the challenge.

“No. I can handle you myself.”

To this, Anko throws her head back and crows so loudly that it puts Naruto’s obnoxious laughter to shame.

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Later, long after she’d caught her breath and insisted on helping him dress his burn wound, she chides him for trying such a taxing technique without supervision.

“You can’t carry-on alone forever, kiddo. That was Itachi’s mistake. . .”

***********

Some memories are more painful than others. Somehow, the memory of riding Itachi’s back all the way to the dango stand and sharing dumplings is one of the most painful of all. He wonders, often times, how much of it all was an act. . .

Only once does she ever offer him a stick of dango. When he frowns at the treat, she shrugs. “More for me then.” Sasuke feels his lips pull back in a grimace as she shoves the whole stick in her mouth and draws it out clean of everything but sticky residue.

It’s the happiest he’s ever seen her.

“Do you want to kill him?”

“Orochimaru?” She chews around the name and then swallows. “ . . .Yeah. . .Probably about as bad as you want Itachi.”

“Then stay out of my way.”

Anko takes a sip from her sweet-bean soup and then clears her throat. “I’m not in your way, Sasuke. I’m in his.”

He scowls at the notion that he needs protecting, that he’s too much of a child to know that this thing that burns through his body when he has a nightmare has strings attached. How stupid does she think he is?

“Tch! What does he want, anyway?”

Three, gluttonous gulps, and she’s drained her drink, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She doesn’t look at him as she crushes the can flat with her fingers.

“To live forever. . .”

***********

Kakashi finds out some time afterwards.

Sasuke suspects that he always knew.

He never says anything to Sasuke about it, but Anko’s visits stop, and the next time he sees her on the open-streets, she ignores him.

That night, Sasuke closes his window and locks it for good measure.

He doesn’t feel safe.

#Naruto #Uchiha Sasuke #Mitarashi Anko #self-plug #reposted from AO3 and FFN

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wordspin-shares · 1 year

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I was tagged by @illegalcerebral. Thank you, love! <3

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!” Then tag some folks.

My TVD fic From the Sidelines is my most popular, given the stats and comments. [FFN] [AO3]

I’d like to say that one hidden gem is my canonical LotR fic Edged in Silver, which is being rewritten and currently only has two posted chapters, although another eighteen are waiting to be properly overhauled. [FFN] [AO3]

I don’t have any other long-fics, but one one-shot I am particularly fond of is The Wings of Blue Butterflies, which is a LotR gapfiller. [FFN] [AO3]

Tagging: @thecharmedburrowspn-files @darknightfrombeyond @residentdormouse @bi-ologistofthehills @bisexualterror @waterloou @bluebell-winter @bobfloydsbabe @connietheecunning @heirsoflilith @starryeyes2000 @come-along-pond, and anyone else who wants to do this! <3

#ff answered #self-plug

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merakidoll · 5 months

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eren would start with a kiss. a single kiss to your puckered hole that made him go wild. the kiss would set something off within him, the flavors of you on his lips that he licks them and groans holding himself back. you would hear him but you’re too busy seeing stars by the single peck to your ass.

then, the atmosphere would change. your body would go from tense because god you needed another kiss, to clawing at the expensive vehicle’s door handles trying to get away.

you would be screaming, windows fogging with the sexual tension. while eren was in heaven. feasting between your cheeks, starting off with a tounge kiss untill he needed to go in, get more.

his pierced tounge sliding from your ass too pussy. jucies building up on the tip of his tongue she so he could take one big swallow feeling the creams going down his throat.

he wouldn’t saying anything, a single slap to the ass alerting you to shake it on his face. do exactly what you do on the pole on his tounge. his vibrations would be felt all over your body. your palms sweaty very strong feeling in your stomach. until you came.

cream, going all over him and the leather seats. all he did was close his eyes and take it, spreading your ass so he could fuck all the cum out of you one good time. once mister yeager was satisfied he would spit on your puckered hole rub it in with his thumb making you fall out right there.

“gonna have to do this again ma’ma. now get in there and make some money f’me”

said i would @ najma when i did it tehehe @honeybleed

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rissouu · 3 months

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“that one’s mine”

stalker!ex bf connie who’s memorized your schedule to a T. he knew when you were going to work, when you were going to get your favorite coffee, shit.. he even know when you were getting your next period. that’s how much of a creep he was, and you were just so clueless. the two of you ended things about a year ago— due to you finding out he cheated on you multiple times. sure you were hurt by it, but everyone has to move on eventually right?

well.. not to connie. so what if he cheated a couple times? he was young and dumb. in his eyes he deserved a second chance, and somehow he was going to get it—even if it meant stalking you for a little longer. however.. he couldn’t come up with an excuse for why he was in an alley— aiming a gun at your newest boyfriend.

this wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something like this to say the least, and he got away with it every time. you would sulk and be devastated for about a month, then you’d get over it. that’s one thing about you— you moved on so quickly. he didn’t know if he loved it, or hated it.

“i hate to do this to ya’ man..” connie sighed, cocking his gun back with a slight shake of his head. “but ya’ went for the wrong girl… shoulda’ just picked another one ‘cause that one’s mine.”

©rissouu 2024 (lol i hope this wasn’t too dark, i been watching too much ‘you’ lately! and if this is not your cup of tea, please don’t read it.)

#malora’s works!#aot smut #plug!connie #aot x reader #connie x reader #connie springer x reader #self insert #stalker #stalker!connie #aot x you #connie x you #aot x y/n

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iguanodont · 4 months

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Mentioned briefly in my last post, but I do in fact have holographic worm stickers for sale now.

There’s far more to the world of Annelida than the humble nightcrawlers you find in your yard; many species are found in marine environments, where they take such varied forms as the fearsome bobbit worm or the ethereal tomopteris. Here I’ve rendered a ragworm (family Nerididae); a sort of polychaete (bristle worm) found in benthic marine (and occasionally freshwater) environments the world over.

Some cool facts to win you over:

1. The largest ragworm in the world is the king ragworm (Alitta virens), which ready achieves lengths of 4 ft/120 cm.

2. Ragworms are an important part of the live sea-bait industry. Unfortunately that also means they have been harvested so extensively in some areas that their populations are threatened.

3. Ragworms reproduce through a bizarre process called epitoky, in which the benthic worm either transforms into a free-swimming reproductive morph, or buds off several free swimming sex-clones to party in the world above. Either way, it will be the final act of the animal’s life.

4. Ragworms, like bobbit worms, have large, eversible mandibles in their pharynx that they extrude to give a nasty bite.

5. On the topic of ragworm jaws, the material they are made of is very strong and lightweight, despite lacking the calcium mineralization of most other animals with hard body structures. There is some research investigating its structure for aerospace engineering applications!

#shameless self plug #stickers #marine life #polychaete worms

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alice-miri · 5 months

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Nachdem mein letzter Post gelöscht wurde habe ich mir jetzt extra was in A… geschoben 🤫

#me #minimalismus #self care #ask me anything #curvy girls #bodypositivity #girl butts #curvy #glitter #sexy content #art #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#great butt #self love #plugin #an4l plug

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biconickyoshi · 3 months

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Mannn can y’all imagine if NAtLA had just aged up the characters to all be around their late teens (like the LoK characters)? Because IMO there’s no reason for Aang and Katara to be as young as they were in the show when so much else has been altered.

If they had aged Aang up to say like 15-16 (and probably Katara as well bc I think Zuko and Sokka’s NAtLA ages are fine) I not only think the story would work better for the gritty live action they want, but this would make things a lot easier for shippers in general lol.

I’m making this post specifically in response to the amazing chemistry Zuko and Aang have in NAtLA. Like these two have much more chemistry in one episode than Aang has with either Sokka or Katara in the entirety of the rest of the show.

Like imagine all the Zuko and Aang interactions from NAtLA, but Aang is only a year or two younger than Zuko. Two young men who are on opposing sides of the war, but who are also two halves of the same coin, yin and yang, whose destinies are intertwined?? The amount of Zukaang shippers that would bring about would be astronomical!

Anyways if y’all are interested in reading a slowburn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers rewrite of the original series in which Zuko discovers Aang in the iceberg right after he’s banished at age 13, check out my fic The Avatar and the Fire Prince on ao3 (28 chapters currently posted, most recent being The Siege of the North, Part 2)

#shameless self plug at the end there lol #I’ve already been getting a lot of kudos on it since natla dropped #if you’ve already read it thank you so much #atla #zukaang #zuko #aang #natla #netflix atla #atla netflix #netflix avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender netflix #avatar the last airbender #atla au #zuko x aang #aang x zuko

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yeehawpim · 5 months

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Feeling like doing some doodles of characters

Tip me on ko-fi with a note if y'all want to see anyone in particular. (doesn't have to be d20 these are just some favs 😌)

#dimension 20 #d20 fanart #raphaniel charlock #plug #j'er'em'ih #karna solara #the ravening war #trw #escape from the bloodkeep #starstruck odyssey #my art #self promo #dunno if ppl are interested in this kinda thing?

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uncanny-tranny · 7 months

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If you mess with somebody's mobility/life-preserving aid and all you got was yelled at by the disabled person in question, just know you got off easy. Fucking with somebody's aid can easily become a matter of life-or-death, so you have to understand why somebody would "lash out" about that.

#disability #ableism #ableism tw #reminder that fucking with somebody's aid can easily be classified under physical assault (which is what it is)#still fuming about the time my dad talked about how other people would fuck with his CPAP machine since it *has* to be plugged in an outlet #like. do you understand that not having a CPAP machine can easily either severely negatively affect somebody or kill them..#like why would the thought even cross your mind to risk somebody's life or wellbeing like that #but like. it just kind of reminds me that people can be really thoughtless about what they do and cause and effect #like at this point it's self-defense in my eyes and if you're yelled at i don't have sympathy #i will understand if you thought you were being nice but that's where my understanding ends #this is why i like when people have huge patches/stickers on their aids that are like 'DO NOT TOUCH ME' or 'I WILL BITE IF YOU TOUCH ME'#just as examples. but like. yes you shouldn't need to put that there in the first place but it is iconic #it is in-your-face and direct and it reminds everybody around you that it is up to *them* to treat *you* as an equal to abled people #it is bleak though and i hate that people have the need to put them there in the first place #if i ever needed to use more visible or 'obtrusive' aids then i'd absolutely do the same thing though

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inkary · 2 years

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Wow. Another patreon self-plug + this month pics.

https://www.patreon.com/inkary

#patreon #self-plug #art

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eighthmelody · 9 months

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Like venom coursing through

Orochimaru’s hands have always been the blurred lines between comfort and fear . . .

In a hollowed-out Konoha, Anko achieves stage two of the cursed seal.

Anko’s world is dim-dark, and Orochimaru’s face is all she sees. He is a moon-man, glowing-light, like he absorbed it from the sun and took it all for himself, robbed everyone of everything that they ever loved and ran into the tunnels below, chortling all the way down.

His hands are cadaver-cold on her fever-hot skin, tracing after the patterns burning across her face and throat. Orochimaru’s hands have always been the blurred lines between comfort and fear, but all she can think about here is the way her chakra burns in her gorged channels and how dirty the bastard’s mouth must’ve been all those years ago when he bit her in the dark, and-

If the snake’s venom doesn’t kill you, the infection will.

She hasn’t forgotten, even now, a decade away from her seaside grave. She remembers everything he tells her.

Don’t try to suck the venom out.

”Good. We’re making progress.”

A bone-white hand grasps her necklace, smile stretching wider and wider across the craters of his aging moon-face.

And. . .Anko wonders. . .just how old does a soul need to be before it rots and crumbles to pieces?

She hates him, wants to cut another smile across his throat. The fever hits its pitch. The venom wants to ooze through her dilating pours, bleed out on the stones, but she smiles back, grinning teeth renting her face in-two.

“I will kill you.”

The cord around her neck snaps with a tug of his fist.

His smile lights his pus-yellow eyes as he dangles the necklace in the shrinking distance between their faces. He breathes the rot of death in her face.

“You may try.”

Time bleeds-out until there isn’t any left.

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Alone in the dark without a soul to keep her company, Anko thinks of Konoha. Memories of the village of her youth fade as silently as a dying star, with all its fanfare muted by the agony of distance. Its leaves are burning in the flames of Orochimaru’s ire. She’ll burn too eventually. They all will, because a man like that has to outlast everyone.

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The heavy door moans open.

He’s never been so happy to see her before.

“It’s time for you to die for me, Anko.”

She hears herself scoff, doesn’t bother catching her tongue before it retorts.

“Again?”

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Her casket is round, her pall-bearers young and smooth-faced as they escort her. The bitter taste of Orochimaru’s ambition clings to the back of her throat where that pill he’d forced into her had clung. She is dressed to die. The venom in her veins bubbles. She won’t have to worry about infection at least.

The pungent smell of dying flesh wafts in the air, mingles with Orochimaru’s chakra. The young shinobi lower her into the casket.

Her eyes meet his, asking:

Are you dying?

He answers with a smile.

No, never. . .

Then the lid closes and the venom finishes its course.

#Naruto #Mitarashi Anko #Orochimaru #reposted from ffn and ao3 #self-plug

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hazyhae · 2 months

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