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Quincey is AFAB (assigned Fine at BisexualDoctorsCommittee)
#re: dracula#dracula daily#sep 27#sorry im always bisexualposting im afraid#me🤝vanhels🤝seward (going 'quincey is soooo fineeeee' 25 times per day)
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A color pallette with a dark indigo-purple color and an off-white color maybe? Thanks!
382b69 || #d7d3e6 || #4d5290 || #403065 || #211c47
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Carmilla Series Daily: September 27
#carmilla series#carmilla series daily#carmilla#tweets#laura hollis#laura's tweets#carmilla karnstein#carmilla's tweets#lafontaine#laf's tweets#fourth wall tweets#danny lawrence#danny's tweets (non canon)#sep 27
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kissing the homies
Kissing The Homies Goodnight
#white#pink#purple#blue#black#bi-coded palette#youre telling me a bi coded this palette!?#sep 27#mod sparrow
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"How strangely will the Tools of a Tyrant pervert the plain Meaning of Words!"
Happy Birthday, Samuel Adams (1722-1803)
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coffee- 200
spam-150
banana- 100
apple- 150
chicken- 190
taquito- 220
pineapple- 1790
dean’s- 30
caramel corn- 300
pizza- 400
ew
sep 27
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Van Helsing: Lucy was first bitten by the vampire while she was sleepwalking-
Seward: ??!?!??
Van Helsing: Oh right, you haven't read that part of Dracula yet.
Van Helsing: #spoilers
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“Jimmy, are you aware that you’re molting?” Tango asks bluntly.
“What?” He looks at them, confusion in his eyes. “I’m– I’m not a bird? I’m not even a hybrid, I’m just human!”
“Yeah? Well…” Fae points to the trail of bright, pretty-looking, golden feathers leading from the bed to the kitchen. “Explain that.”
Jimmy blinks, turning away from the pan in front of him as he simply stares.
Beside him, Tango leans against the counter. They seem to take him in, at least more than usual, but this time under an almost anxiety inducing glare.
Then, as Jimmy moves, the netherborn seems to wince. It’s an echo of pain as Jimmy rubs his shoulder, groaning slightly like he got hit by something.
“Jim, sit down for a bit, I can handle the pancakes and you can…” He twists his hand, leading back to the trail. “Clean up those, carefully.”
“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll do that…”
It doesn’t take long for the food to be finished, takes even less time for Jimmy to start picking up the feathers before he soon stops. Pain seeming to overcome the younger man, leaving him curled up in bed.
“Do you have chronic pain?” Tango asks simply.
“No? I’m just– I don’t know why, but it hurts a lot.”
Tango sighs before putting the plates to the side, they can worry about eating later when his soulmate isn’t in nearly as much pain.
That and after they’ve found out why this is all happening.
“Get on the bed and take off your shirt.”
“What?” Jimmy yelps.
The netherborn laughs. “Just– listen, I need to check something.”
He can’t help but find the dusting of pink, almost red, over Jimmy’s cheeks and ears at least a little adorable. But he does as told, shedding the fabric as–
His upper back is practically covered in feathers. Messy and uneven, looking like they’re never been preened a day in their life. Further upon this, some look to have small drops of blood on them, staining the gold underneath.
Jimmy lays on the bed with a groan, laying on his stomach as he hides his face in a pillow.
Once fae’re next to the bed, right beside Jimmy, fae hover a hand but… he’s in too much pain, likely wincing even at the smallest of touches.
“Did you know about this…?” He asks quietly.
JImmy remains silent, trying to hide even more.
“Did you– When did this happen? How long–”
“It wasn’t this bad last time!” Jimmy complains.
“‘This bad’? What do–”
“With– with every death, I’ve grown these feathers… it started on my second to last life last time, just a few, but– after we fell, and we respawned, there were more and–”
“You still should have–” Tango stops himself, fire crackling in his own ear.
They take a slow breath, evening out into some semblance of calm. At least by his usual standards.
“Sorry, you just– you worried me, Jimmy. Sorry…”
Tango places a hand onto their partner’s lower back, rubbing a gentle circle until he feels Jimmy melt into the touch.
“Do you want me to help with them? Some of the pain might be coming from unclean feathers and, according to Skizz, those tend to hurt a lot.”
“Please?” Jimmy whimpers, and if it hadn’t been for his partner’s obvious pain, or how worry is spinning in every single thought, he’d probably be getting other ideas.
“Alright, just stay still, can’t promise that this won’t hurt you.”
Jimmy stays quiet, but turns his head to smile up at Tango. “Thank you…”
#written on: sep 14 20223#sep 27 2023#dlsmp#tango#jimmy#team ranchers#(can be seen as either /r or /qp)#a: tek#(yes a tango fictive writer ranchers dont look at me 😔)#our writing
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Toyota Center, Houston // Sep 27th 2022 // Bang Ho
#mikey way#fi#mcr#live#return#2022#sep 2022#9/27/22#2022 na tour#houston#toyota center#photo#originals
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Hello! Do you mind doing a color pallete for the name Liyel?
cc7f6e || #e6ded3 || #8dbab5 || #7896b0 || #6e71a2
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It's a bold move for Van Helsing to leave Lucy alive so they can use the proof to recruit more vampire hunters
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Thunderstorm Tulips
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Happy Birthday, Bud Powell (1924-1966)
With son, John Earl Powell, at the rehearsal for Bud Powell’s The Scene Changes session, December 1958.
Photo by Francis Wolff
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11/27/22
the beeping made my ears scratch so i went out armed with socks and a blanket because i needed to know i needed to make sure and i walked following my bat ears and found a house decidedly not in flames and thought good time to head back in but my feet wouldnt listen
so i lay back flat on the pavement of the silent empty sidewalk in front of a local park and i stare at the streetlight with the telephone wires crisscrossed in front of it and a tree not yet bloomed into summer behind and i think. nothing.
its strange to see somewhere you pass everyday in a way its never been, the quiet unsettles. id lay in the street if i was more daring, not many cars are passing, but i don't want to consider whether id move when the light turns green. its an odd night and i feel young. the beeping is back. i hope everyone is ok.
the pavement is hard on the back of my head but the blanket is soft on my spine and shoulders and its a nice mix. i am very small. i think we all are. i know the car is nowhere near me but i still pull my feet up onto the curb just in case. the world is very still.
Written September 27th, 2022, edited July 26th, 2023
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