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deesi-academia · 2 years
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The end, not only of his studying for today, but of his studying altogether, unless he did something in his own defense.
~ Franz Kafka, Diary from 29th May, 1914
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humbuns · 6 months
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two different types of brothers
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lordsanguiney · 4 months
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Darth Maul
My art is all over the place pls forgive me 😭
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hazelelel · 5 months
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m o r e s n a p e
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taldigi · 1 year
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How many versions and designs of Cat Noir are there?How many are there?
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a lot!!!
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"oh, Charles, you're such an angel."
Max hears it often. he picks up the phrases chirped by the girls around. it was said by fans, PR managers and once he had even heard it from a Ferrari mechanic. and Max totally and utterly disagrees.
Charles is no angel. on and off the track.
he is a bloody menace.
because angels don't look like that. with a slight squint when there's a storm brewing in the depths of green eyes in the middle of a sunny day.
angels don't get so angry you're afraid to approach. angels don't hold grudges. angels are quick to forgive.
angels don't smile like that. smirking, a little arrogant, covering it with their innocence. and showing a little of the soft tip of the tongue between their teeth.
angels are measured. they take their time. they are neat and tidy. they never make a mess of crumpled sheets and clothes.
angels are gentle. angels never squeeze skin until it bruises, bite until it darkens, or pull hair so hard it brings tears to the eyes.
and even more so, angels don't moan. not painfully, but sweetly, like melted chocolate with marzipan that leaves marks on your fingers. hot. frank. naked. absolutely wasted.
angels don't expose their necks, don't bare collarbones, giving more space for someone’s lips to leave marks.
angels don't press closer, scratching back until it’s bleeding. angels don’t choke on passion and never create their own.
but he falls asleep in the most angelic way. with his nose against Max's neck and the blanket pulled up to his eyes. he throws an arm and a leg over the body next to him, pulls closer, smiles warmly, and lowers his long fluffy eyelashes.
people easily fall for it.
"oh, Charles, you're such an angel."
but Max knows that Charles isn't an angel at all. he's a real demon in the flesh. but it's much easier to love him like that.
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dear-ao3 · 11 months
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veryinnovative · 26 days
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Mermaid Reggie would have such pretty scales
the prettiest ones like u can't imagine especially when they catch the light and shimmer like this iridescent sheen on newly harvested pearls. his near-opalescent skin and dewy lashes and big, sea-creature-thing eyes that blink up at james curiously when he carefully approaches the bathtub to give regulus his daily serving of fresh fish
i think regulus should have this otherworldly beauty to him that will have anyone at his beck and call but i also think that mayhaps james should have a drop of older siren blood or whatever the witchcraft fuck that makes him just immune enough to do things like grip regulus by the chin and firmly tell him 'no' when he tries bite james' hand off with his sharp jagged marine predator teeth
anyways pretty mermaid/merman reggie but also if he gets pissed off his eyes blacken and his hands shapeshift into claws and he hisses and pretty much morphs into the most vicious goldfish pet u can imagine. will calm down if james gets in the tub with him and just gives him a proper smooch
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tinamariesa · 10 months
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I spent a lot of time the last couple of years doing studies of Star Wars screenshots
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moeblob · 3 months
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"What's cookin', good lookin'?"
AKA I love how unhinged both Alfred and Bunet are and I want to study their brains.
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endofbeginings · 5 months
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Thinking about mamma rossella and ferrari drivers over the years.... cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead HAND IN HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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callilemon · 3 months
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More Steven Universe AU! 💜💙
Don't let them fuse, Tear Stone is a menace to Society 🤭
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Before I got into star wars, I saw Darth Maul’s face everywhere so I assumed he was like a major character in these movies
Imagine my surprise watching TPM for the first time
I was like why is everyone obsessed with this guy, why is he everywhere!?!
He had a cool battle with awesome music then just fucking died! He said like 2 sentences the whole movie!!
Then I watched The Clone Wars and Rebels (I had already seen Rebels growing up but apparently I blocked maul from my memory) and now I find myself completely obsessed with him so….jokes on me I guess :)
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afi-tangerine · 7 months
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7sevenrings7 · 1 month
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Young and Menace - Chapter 1 Snippet
Hyperfixating on Hazbin Hotel? It's more likely than you think!
This is a snippet from "Young and Menace" - a reader insert fanfic pairing the reader (AFAB, she/her pronouns) with Alastor, Lucifer, and, eventually, Lilith.
Some at the same time? We'll see...full first chapter to be posted to ao3 next week.
You arrive in Hell with no memory of who you are, where you've come from, or how you got there. Oh well. Might as well settle into your afterlife. There's just one problem...
You're still alive.
Note: This x reader does NOT use Y/N - you are referred to as "Liv," but this is recognized as a nickname as you do not recall your actual name.
“Alright, my ace in the hole.” Rosie’s voice carried before becoming clear as she cast open the door. You shifted nervously as you sat on your bed. “Meet my other ace in the hole!”
Alastor was the worst demon you had seen yet. If your fear had been any less, you would have been able to scream.
As it was, you could only stare at him as if he were the personification of a train wreck you could not tear yourself away from.
It was his smile. A creepy, cheek-ridden smile. Yellowed teeth as large and as pointed as knives sat between lips spread what seemed painfully tight. His skin was darker than Rosie’s with eyes that were as red as blood and just as cold. He might have been Hell itself with how red dominated his person from his fluffy hair to his evening attire. What could have been ears framed two small antlers sprouting straight from his head. 
Later, much later in the quiet of the night still shaking from this very encounter, you would realize that his smile never wavered.
It did tremble, however - at least when he first saw you. The possibly-but-not-definitely-not-ears on his head went flat and you saw what seemed to be the shadow of radio dials turning instead of those red eyes. 
But then you blinked and Alastor’s smile was relaxed and warm…
...and growing larger as he approached you swinging a short-staffed microphone in his hand.
It, like the rest of him, was red.
“So…you’re alive.”
Rosie had implied Alastor had a unique voice. “Like butter!” she had claimed. Only it was far less sweet and far more static and sickening charm laid on thicker than thick. 
“I…seem to be,” you admitted, quietly. Almost reverently. 
Tilting his head at an angle too sharp to be normal, Alastor chuckled. “Maybe you were a comedian, my dear girl. No theories? No rogue memories flitting around in that pretty head of yours?”
By the time he finished speaking, he was immediately in front of you with a crimson-clawed hand patting your head patronizing and popping. 
You didn’t like it. Any of it. He reminded you of a cheap car salesman. 
“I don’t know who I am or how I got here if that’s what you’re asking,” you said, trying to ward the fear from your voice. “I remember life on Earth but…nothing stable. Nothing…nothing that tells me anything about myself.”
“Curious,” said Alastor, rounding you with eyes that were sharp as they were searching. “Very curious.”
“So, you remember that princess that I was telling you about, Liv?” asked Rosie. “The one with the hotel? ‘Member?”
Squinting as if trying to physically see the memory, you grimaced. “Um…it was…Lucifer’s daughter?”
“Bingo!” Rosie shouted. “Well Alastor helps run the place and it just got HUGE upgrades thanks to Mr. Big Man in Damned Demand. I was thinking…since they’re all about redemption…maybe they could help you more than I could.”
With a pause, Rosie turned to Alastor. “I’ve tried it all, Alastor. I don’t know how Liv ended up here but it was something bad done by something even badder. I thought she’d remember something by now but…zilch. And it’s not safe for her to stay here. I’ve done what I could to keep rumors from making it to the mill but she’s a very amnesiac steak in a town of ravenous wolves. Least there’s you at the hotel. She won’t worry for safety.”
At first you thought Alastor meant to remain silent. He merely stood staring at you with those terrible eyes, fingers shifting his microphone staff back and forth. 
But then he glanced to Rosie. 
“If there’s anyone who could get this poor soul her memory back, it’s Charlie.”
Weird, you thought. He kind of sounded sincere there.
Rosie hugged Alastor by his side before releasing him to clap her hands.
“Thank you, Alastor! Oh, you don’t know how happy I am that you’re back! Things are gonna be changing around here.”
Your heart might have stopped when a curl of Alastor’s lip revealed grayed gums. 
“Oh,” he said, static simmering around him. “Yes, they are.”
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Never gonna watch hazbin hotel not bc of the vivziepop rumours (bc I haven’t reasearched enough to know if they’re true) but bc Adam is my biblical blorbo and I don’t want to watch him be horrible
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