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crowned--corvid · 10 months
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hi hi! it's me again. still got this guy on my brain nonstop. i wanted to draw him and a character of mine because they're both absolutely disease ridden creatures and i think they'd be good friends ... i didn't mean to put this much effort into it and i'm not sure what to do with it ... so i'm sending it here :-) i hope you like it
OH MY GOOOOD LOOK AT THEM!!! I LOVE HOW FUCKED UP YOUR CREATURE IS!! I feel like even Isko prior to getting eaten inside out by the specimen he'd still like them <:]
They're so fucked up silly I LOVE THEM BOTH!!!!
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loves2spwge · 6 months
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a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚
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kalidels · 6 months
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another commission of eiffel and hera for the wonderful @commsroom <3
i can never get enough of drawing little moments of intimacy and i'm so lucky to be sponsored to draw it more!!!!!
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otrtbs · 5 months
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here’s the thing. the absolute joy and wonder i feel whenever someone tells me they came across ahb! and are now taking an art history course / majoring in art next year / went to their local art museum for the first time in ages is exponential. when yall send me your favorite artworks and tell me about them or tell me you went to x museum to see x painting mentioned in ahb??? it’s just so so wonderful. because never did i think something i wrote out of love for art and love for art history would lead anyone else to research art or talk about it or seek it out for themselves and that’s so much more than i could ever imagine would come out of a very timid first attempt at creative writing/fandom involvement.
i wrote it out of love and y’all have all reciprocated that love tenfold and ran with it to talk about art and explore it and share it with me and those around you. and it’s just been a very special incredible thing that makes me emosh. :,)
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coffeeshades · 15 days
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credits to the gif maker!
LOVE IS COMPLICATED - PART V
summary: the trials and tribulations of falling in love or two idiots who can't get their shit together.
pairing: pedro pascal x actress/singer!reader.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: 18+ (minors dni). mentions of sex. angst. cussing, age gap, mentions of drugs and alcohol. no use of y/n, if i missed something please let me know!
a/n: hi everyone! i know i owe you guys SO MUCH so here's a short lil chapter to quench your thirst. more on the way i promise!!! btw this isn't proofread so if u spot any mistakes hit me up. happy reading (or not cause the angst won once again besties, sorry in advance) <3
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August 23rd, 2019 
Anaheim, California
You thought that having a shot of tequila would take off the edge of anxiety that had you shaking in your seat, but there you were taking another one, and the tingling in your hands still hadn’t ceased. "Want another?" Renata asked, a bottle in hand and a glint of worry in her eyes as she noticed your unsteady movements. You shook your head; you wouldn't risk it with a third. She waited until the hair and makeup team left the room before putting a hand on your shoulder, the cold of her ring pressing into your skin. "You want to talk about it?"
"It's just nerves," you mumbled, toying with your fingers, trying to brush off her concern. But Renata wasn't convinced, her gaze piercing through your facade. "Is it because of—" she said before you cut her off.
"No," you interrupted firmly, not wanting to dive into that topic. Renata nodded, understanding your reluctance. She simply squeezed your shoulder in silent support, knowing damn well what it was about. As she started to lead you out of the room, you continued. "We haven't seen each other in months."
There it is.
"And the last time we talked, he basically told me he didn't want to do anything with me." Renata's eyes softened; her empathy evident. "He didn't say that," she murmured, her grip on your shoulder tightening.
Your eyes met hers, filled with anger and confusion. "He did. He slept with me and then decided that was it." Renata's expression turned grim as she guided you out of the halls and onto the red carpet. She knew there was more to it than what you were letting on, but who was she to pry?
She faced you while gently fixing your hair as you continued. "But I'm with someone else now, and I'm happy, and I just need to get my shit together." Renata nodded. "You deserve to be happy and move on from this," she said softly.
The chatter of everyone on the carpet and the click of cameras surrounded you both, louder than before. "It'll be just a couple of interviews and photos now. After that, you and—" she hesitated.
"It's okay, you can say his name, Ren."
"You and Pedro will be taken into a photo studio for the official portraits," Renata finished. "Let's just make this quick and painless."
"I can assure you this will be everything except quick and painless," you replied with a forced smile, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach. "But I appreciate your attempt to lighten the mood." She mouthed sorry for a moment before leading you both towards the line of press, where the bright lights and flashing cameras awaited. As you stepped into position to talk to the reporters, you reminded yourself to take a deep breath and stay composed, knowing that it would be okay.
•••
It was, in fact, not okay.
The groan that escaped your lips and the rolling of your eyes were unavoidable. You'd managed to stay clear of him for as long as you could—a complete victory by your standards—and now, with only seconds before you escaped, the very man you had tried to evade appeared before you.
Being within meters of him now, all those firsts, lasts, and never agains were as sharp and vivid as they'd ever been, forming a knot of unease in your chest that made breathing difficult. You hadn't spoken yet, both preoccupied with the rush of media attention surrounding you.
Nonetheless, you took quick glances at him whenever you could.
"Time for the portraits," Renata whispered, as you finished talking to a reporter for the LA Times. "Looking forward to seeing the show!" you nodded, trying to keep your smile in place as you followed Renata. It was a small room with bright lights and a white backdrop, but all you could focus on was the man standing across from you, getting his hair touched up by a stylist. Your own team hovered around you, adjusting your outfit and makeup, but your eyes kept drifting back to him.
The photographer introduced herself, and you were instructed to stand in the middle of the backdrop. You looked each other up and down. God, he looked good, you thought. And then you cursed yourself. Your groan at the sight of him was barely audible, but Renata shot you a knowing look.
"You kinda stole my look," he said, raising an eyebrow. The audacity of this man was infurating. How dare he, after what happened, address you so casually, like nothing has changed between you two?
"Hm, no, you kinda stole my look," you retorted, no emotion in your voice. The tension between you was palpable as the photographer began snapping photos, capturing the silent competition between you two. He was wearing a floral shirt that perfectly complemented your own outfit—a corset-like black top with floral details and black dress pants. However, one little detail caught your eye: the shiny gold chain decorating his neck.
Stop, don't go there. It suddenly became necessary to wash away the awful thought that little piece of jewelry was attractive in the slightest and that cold shower and glass of wine you had been looking forward to at home would now have to happen—but instead of a glass, it would be a whole bottle.
"Okay guys, now let's take some shots pretending to laugh together," the photographer suggested, breaking the tension. You both shared a forced smile, trying to outdo each other in the fake laughter department. "And get closer, please," she added, gesturing for you to move in towards each other. As you leaned in, you couldn't help but notice the faint scent of his cologne. "Pedro, put your arm around her waist," the photographer instructed, prompting Pedro to look down on you.
"Can I?" he asked, ever so politely. The question transported you to a room in Chile, where the tips of his fingers were under your shorts and your mouths were enticingly close.
Stop, stop, stop.
"Sure, whatever," you replied, trying to shake off the memories flooding back. Pedro hesitated for a moment before standing behind you and gently placing his arm around your waist—a moment of unexpected intimacy as your hand followed and rested on top of his. The photographer snapped the picture just as you forced another smile, masking the turmoil within.
"Are we done?" Pedro asked, his voice rumbling in your ear. Despite his complaints, he enjoyed doing photoshoots. They catered to his need to show off.
"Yes, we have everything we need. Thanks guys!"
Both of you quickly separated, relieved to put some distance between yourselves. You didn't say another word as you both gathered your things and headed out of the studio, tension lingering in the air, unsure of what would come next and hating every second of the awkwardness that now hung between you.
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The D23 Expo was not turning out to be the fun experience you had hoped for. You've been sitting in the panel room with the rest of the cast and crew for about half an hour, actively avoiding eye contact with the source of your anxiety. Dave was talking about what a huge honor it is to continue his Star Wars journey with a live action series, having previously only worked on animated projects. Jon followed suit, expressing his excitement for the opportunity to develop the series on a more cinematic scale.
Everyone was buzzing with enthusiasm, but you.
"Now I'm going to give the floor to the fans for any questions," the moderator announced, turning towards the crowd with a smile. A teenager in the front row was handed a microphone, anticipation rippling through the audience as she prepared to ask her question.
"Hi, my name's Sarah, and I just wanted to say how thrilled I am for this new series. I am a huge fan of Star Wars, and pretty much everyone here," she said, "especially you and Pedro," gesturing towards you and finally asking the question you've successfully avoided answering all night. "I know you've been friends for a long time. Can you share any behind-the-scenes stories from filming, and how was it working together on this project?"
"Oh, they have a lot. These two were menaces on set," Jon interjected, eliciting laughter from the audience. You exchanged a knowing glance with Pedro before sharing a bright smile with the girl. "I think Jon is specifically referring to the time I broke Pedro's nose and ended up in the hospital."
The audience erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps, clearly entertained by the unexpected revelation as you continued to recount the hilarious mishap. "But yeah, overall, it was definitely a fun and memorable experience working together. We had some great times on set, despite the occasional injury," you added with a chuckle.
"Yeah, she's a brilliant scene partner; I wouldn't change a thing about it," Pedro chimed in, nodding in agreement. If you didn't know better, you would think he actually meant it. The girl beamed at the two of you, clearly enjoying the interaction between you and Pedro, oblivious to the fact that you couldn't wait to get out of there and never see him again.
The moderator intervened, clearly interested in picking up more about the dynamics. "Now that it's been brought up, I was one of the few people who got to see the first episode yesterday, and I have to say there's a lot of on-screen chemistry between the two of you. Is it possible that a romantic relationship will develop in future episodes?"
The answer escaped from your lips instantly. "Not that we can confirm or deny anything at this point, but I think that these characters are very different and have a complex relationship that will continue to evolve as the series progresses, and maybe they work better as friends or allies rather than romantically involved." The moderator nodded, satisfied with the somewhat vague response.
Pedro's eyes caught yours, puzzled by the subtle shift in your tone, before adding, "But I wouldn't rule that out completely."
He was so infuriatingly annoying.
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You were in the same room; circling each other the entire day, but he still missed you so much that a brief moment of broken eye contact sent a deep ache cutting through his chest.
Pedro watched you exit the panel room, knowing that he needed to find a way to talk to you. He called your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn around, your face unreadable. Pedro hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach you, before finally blurting out, "Hey, do you have a sec?"
He saw you reluctantly give your PA a nod, motioning for her to leave the both of you alone.
Pedro felt tension slip through him and iron in his spine, and he looked around swiftly to see if anyone was paying attention to them. He spotted a door leading to an empty room and gestured for you to follow him inside. As you both entered the room, Pedro closed the door behind you.
This conversation is inevitable.
Pedro waited for a moment before speaking. "We're working together, and will continue to do so."
"So?" your voice was cold and guarded.
He took a deep breath before continuing, "I think we should try to find a way to make it work."
"I think it's working well enough as it is," you replied, crossing your arms. Pedro couldn't help but laugh at your stubbornness. "Come on, we both know that's not true. You've avoided me all day. People are asking if things are okay between us."
"Isn't that what you wanted, though?"
Pedro shook his head. "What? I never said that."
"You might as well have," you spat back. "Because the way I see it, you don't want anything to do with me." He wanted to reach out, grab your hand and tell you that's not all what he meant but he stopped.
You are being so careful with each other now. It was breaking Pedro’s heart a little.
"That's not true. It drives me crazy when you won’t talk to me,” he muttered. "I…just didn't want to complicate things back then."
"Well, things got complicated the moment we slept together," you reminded him. "And that's on both of us."
Pedro sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "I know," he said softly. "I'm sorry… I didn't handle that conversation very well. I was…" he can't bring himself to finish the sentence. "I don't know."
"You have a tendency of hurting my feelings, disappearing, and then coming back asking for forgiveness," your words come out measured and unexpectedly calm. Bordering on cold.
It was such a sharp, perfect little sting that it made heat pool in his stomach. It made him want to cry.
He said your name ever so tenderly, a plea in his voice.
"I don't know what you want from me," you say, a defeated tone lacing your words. "I moved on, and yet, you keep coming back, reopening old wounds. It happens every time. I can't keep doing this dance with you."
"Yeah, you moved on," and before he can stop himself, Pedro blurts out, dripping in sarcasm, "Quite fast."
Pedro still remembers the shiver that ran down his spine when he picked up his phone one morning, only to see you parading around with Daniel on social media. The worst part was that he knew he had no one to blame but himself.
You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his response. He could tell it echoed through the small space and grated on your every last nerve.
"Fuck you."
A snarl forms on his face, and his upper lip slightly curls. His anger rising to match your own. "Is that all you have to say?" Pedro's voice is laced with bitterness as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. Your eyes burning through him, the air suffocating.
"I had to move on," you simply reply. "You should try it as well." you slipped past him, bumping into his shoulder as you made your way out of the room, leaving him there, trying to remember why he had convinced himself that everything was safer this way because you were too important to risk losing, when in reality, he had already lost you.
And Pedro tries not to love you. He really tries.
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a/n: don't kill me please, i know. their time will come, i just need them to reaaaally go through it.
Reblog or like if you enjoyed it! thank you for reading :)
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Why do u ship drarry? (no hate btw just curious)
Thanks for the ask! I actually have a whole list of why lol, but for the sake of your sanity, I’ll just summarize it:
1: Enemies-to-lovers fucking hits hard. Forbidden love is also a nice trope.
2: They fight like an old married couple. (please get the reference.)
3: They’re both very invested in each other's life. For better or for worse, both Harry and Draco are often really concerned about what the other one is doing. They both take turns being really involved in one another’s business. 
4: Draco wants to prove himself and he always craves Harry’s attention. His jealousy is shown consciously but yet subconsciously, it’s the need for Harry’s attention. Draco’s jealousy of Harry makes him obsessed. And well, Harry is canonically obsessed with Draco.
5: S e x u a l. T e n s i o n What? Who said that? (Harry and Draco are rivals, and rivalry is hot. The heat between them can be taken as sexual tension and can even lead to it.)
6: Subtext: “‘typical’ said Harry darkly. ‘Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.’” - We never want to make a fool of ourselves in front of our crushes. 
“Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls. ‘everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick-‘ ‘You have told me this at least a dozen times already.’ Said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son.” -I mean this speaks for itself.
"’Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?’" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened, and came face-to-face with Draco Malfoy.” - No trouble recognizing? You don’t say…
‘Besides, if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy is staying over for the holidays.’  - yes i know the context but still
“Malfoy stood on one side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. He caught Harry’s eyes and smirked.” - I’m sorry, this is so funny to me, why does Harry describe his arch nemesis like this? Lol
“Harry lay curled uncomfortably under the cloak to ensure that every inch of him remained hidden, and watched Pansy the sleek blond hair off Malfoy’s forehead, smirking as she did so, as though anyone would have loved to have been in her place.” - Harry would have loved to be in her place.
“His whole body revealed with his legs still curled absurdly into the cramped kneeling position. He couldn’t move a muscle; he could only gaze up at Malfoy, who smiled broadly.” - This without context 😭
“You’re getting a bit obsessed with Malfoy, Harry, I mean thinking of missing a match just to follow him…” - I mean…
“Harry, however, had never been less interested in quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.” - An actual quote from the book.
 “Harry did not sleep well that night. He lay awake for what felt like hours, wondering how Malfoy was using the Room of Requirements… Harry's mind worked feverishly and his dreams, when he finally fell asleep, were broken and disturbed by images of Malfoy.” - This is getting out of hand…
“‘what?’ Said Harry wheeling around to stare at her ‘He’s ill? What’s wrong with him?’” - Sounds like he cares lol
“Malfoy was screaming and holding Harry so tightly that It hurt.” - 💀💀💀
So to wrap this up: They’re rich, they’re hot, and they’re gay, so what’s not to love? So there you have it, a couple of reasons why I ship Drarry! 
Thanks for the ask btw! ILYSM!!! 😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️
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neet-elite · 29 days
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☆ 500 FOLLOWER PROMPT EVENT ☆
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yahoooo!!! we hit 500 followers, that's insane! thank you so much everyone for following, liking, interacting, and generally supporting me, this blog, and my creative endeavours! i've made so many friends thanks to this blog, and i appreciate every single one of you (even if you just lurk hehe). Please read the following carefully if you'd like to take part in a celebration event!!
— the event will last until: April 30th. you can send multiple requests in during this time period !!
— characters included in the event are as follows !! SDV: sam, sebastian, alex, harvey, elliott, shane, kent, penny, haley. DoL: whitney, robin, kylar, sydney, alex. — if asking for alex, please specify if you mean SDV or DoL alex, thank you!
— max of 2 characters and 2 prompt numbers allowed per ask !! — i only write for f!reader, but i also don't mind doing character/character requests! just make sure to tell me you want character/character only, otherwise i'll assume you want threesome content.
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↳ how to take part!!
— be 18+, duh. include your age in your bio because i will be checking lmao. if you don't have this, your request will be deleted.
— send me an ask off anon. this is because i want to be able to track who asked for what more easily, however, you will still remain anonymous because all of the event requests will be posted as STANDALONE TEXT POSTS meaning I will only answer your ask privately to let you know when i've finished the request!
— include the character(s) you want included, the prompt number(s), and anything else you feel is necessary! such as: enemies to lovers, childhood besties, your preferred setting like school, bedroom, beach, etc. ↳ for example: for the follower event, can i request sam and sebastian with numbers 3 and 6? i'd like it if both sam and seb were childhood friends with the reader if possible. thank you! *
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↳ prompts !!
.01 — sleepy/good morning sex
.02 — hybrid(s) (you can specify if just one character is a hybrid, or if you want everyone to be a hybrid etc!)
.03 — date night
.04 — breeding
.05 — worship (you can specify the type of worship, such as general body, a specific body part, or something like yandere worship!)
.06 — jealousy sex
.07 — incest (you can specify if blood or step!)
.08 — stuck (like in a wall, under a fence, etc)
.09 — dry humping
.10 — phone sex
.11 — oral fixation
.12 — corruption kink
.13 — aphrodisiac
.14 — hypnosis
.15 — dumbification (you can specify who you want to be dumbified!)
.16 — role reversal
.17 — watersports
.18 — yandere (for characters who are not already!)
.19 — anal (you can specify who you want to be giving/receiving!)
.20 — AU of your choice! (for example: rock star sam, etc. just be sure to tell me the general basis of which au you're picking!)
that's all folks! thank you for taking the time to look, and thank you extra if you want to take part in the event! i'll update this post with a completed masterlist of all of the posts when the event is over. i hope you're all doing well and im sending u all a lil kiss mwah!
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↳ event masterlist !!
↳ EVENT 01. WHITNEY WORSHIP
↳ EVENT 02. WHITNEY (STUCK & WATERSPORTS)
↳ EVENT 03. SEBASTIAN (DATE NIGHT)
↳ EVENT 04. WHITNEY & SEBASTIAN (JEALOUSY SEX)
↳ EVENT 05. SEBASTIAN (YANDERE)
↳ EVENT 06. M!KYLAR (INCEST)
↳ EVENT 07. M!WHITNEY & SEBASTIAN (JEALOUSY SEX & AU)
↳ EVENT 08. HARVEY (CORRUPTION KINK & ANAL)
↳ EVENT 09. M!ROBIN (JEALOUSY SEX & YANDERE)
↳ EVENT 10. M!WHITNEY (INCEST & YANDERE)
↳ EVENT 11. ALEX SDV & PENNY (DRY HUMPING & CORRUPTION KINK)
↳ EVENT 12. M!WHITNEY (SLEEPY/GOOD MORNING SEX)
↳ EVENT 13. SEBASTIAN & SAM (HYPNOSIS & DUMBIFICATION)
↳ EVENT 14. SAM (BREEDING)
↳ EVENT 15. C!M!SYDNEY (DATE NIGHT)
↳ EVENT 16. ALEX SDV (DRY HUMPING)
↳ EVENT 17. C!M!SYDNEY (CORRUPTION KINK)
↳ EVENT 18. HARVEY (YANDERE & ANAL)
↳ EVENT 19. M!WHITNEY (BREEDING & INCEST)
↳ EVENT 20. M!ALEX DOL (BREEDING & JEALOUSY SEX)
↳ EVENT 21. KENT (APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 22. M!ROBIN (ANAL)
↳ EVENT 23. ELLIOTT (ANAL)
↳ EVENT 24. SEBASTIAN & SAM (STUCK & ORAL FIXATION)
↳ EVENT 25. ALEX SDV (GRIDBALL PRO AU)
↳ EVENT 26. M!WHITNEY (HYBRIDS & INCEST)
↳ EVENT 27. M!WHITNEY (BREEDING & YANDERE)
↳ EVENT 28. M!SYDNEY (WORSHIP & YANDERE)
↳ EVENT 29. SEBASTIAN (DATE NIGHT & DRY HUMPING)
↳ EVENT 30. SEBASTIAN (SLEEPY/MORNING SEX & JEALOUSY SEX)
↳ EVENT 31. (this one is a secret, because i have many options. you know who you are <3)
↳ EVENT 32. M!SYDNEY (DATE NIGHT & APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 33. M!KYLAR (WORSHIP & WATERSPORTS)
↳ EVENT 34. M!ALEX DOL (BREEDING & HYBRIDS)
↳ EVENT 35. SEBASTIAN (APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 36. SAM (GENDERBENT AU)
↳ EVENT 37. SAM (SLEEPY/GOOD MORNING SEX & COFFEE SHOP AU)
↳ EVENT 38. ALEX SDV (APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 39. SEBASTIAN (SLEEPY/GOOD MORNING SEX & ORAL FIXATION)
↳ EVENT 40. M!KYLAR & SEBASTIAN (HYBRIDS)
↳ EVENT 41. HALEY & SEBASTIAN (CORRUPTION KINK & APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 42. M!ROBIN (INCEST & OMEGAVERSE AU)
↳ EVENT 43. ELLIOT (APHRODISIAC)
↳ EVENT 44. SAM & KENT (JEALOUSY SEX & INCEST)
↳ EVENT 45. SEBASTIAN (JEALOUSY SEX & INCEST)
↳ EVENT 46. SEBASTIAN (APHRODISIAC & DUMBIFICATION)
↳ EVENT 47. M!WHITNEY (HYBRIDS)
↳ EVENT 48. SAM (BREEDING & JEALOUSY SEX)
↳ EVENT 49. M!WHITNEY (DATE NIGHT & BREEDING)
↳ EVENT 50. idk. i don't have a 50th event piece, but it feels weird to finish off on 49. so i might just write something for myself given the prompts, who knows :D?
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peachypizzicato · 2 years
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cant wait for the father/the son/the holy spirit splatfest
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magicmarkerz · 1 month
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canon interaction probably
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⤏ @altarofrowenas 2k celebration
day one - season 9 dean
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bupperscotch · 2 years
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Ice and Mav spooning—as promised in my previous icemav comic
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punkbarbarian · 2 months
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[image id: a dark photograph of a grassy cliff face with dense clouds. a white illustration of a bat with its wings spread sits behind white text. text reads: Vampire Manor / a for truth's sake game by punkbarbarian. /end id]
On a rocky cliffside overlooking rolling moors as far as the eye can see sits a dark, towering manor home made of brick and iron. Tempestuous clouds cast a perpetual drizzle on the countryside and nearby forest, leaving the air damp and cold. Surely the generous owner of the manor the villagers whispered about will let you shelter there.  Maybe you’ll gather some interesting material for your research… Investigate the macabre manor, its eccentric inhabitants, and the nearby village through interviews and observation. What is the relationship between the unliving and villagers? Why do members of the community go missing without a trace? How long has the Vampire actually been alive?
Vampire Manor is a solo-journaling game where you explore a vampire's ancient manor and the surrounding village to learn more about the community and write an ethnography on them. 
Pull cards to ask questions of the residents, roll dice to see how well interactions go, and get to know a number of residents and fellow travelers, from a petty thief, to wandering nomads, a vampire hunter, and the intimidating Vampire. Unlock 12 different locations and gain levels in friendship and familiarity with the community as you document your discoveries in field notes.
You'll need: A d20, d12, and d8, and a deck of playing cards
Vampire Manor is a setting of For Truth's Sake by @hmooncreates. It was inspired by Dracula by Bram Stoker, Castlevania (Netflix), and Curse of Strahd. 
included in download: a plain text pdf and a formated pdf!
check it out on itch!!
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hitohitonika · 4 months
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Zoro's swords look like Luffy's scar
(Click on it for quality!)
Previous post (sketch):
https://www.tumblr.com/noidegoma/739420937193209856/zoros-swords-look-like-luffys-scar
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nicktremblaywayfu · 5 months
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To : @nicktremblaywayfu
Hope you like the gift and a tiny bonus heehee
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From : @zeorigir
(HD Drive link)
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carefulfears · 1 year
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“i owe you everything. scully, you owe me nothing” is one of the most insane pieces of dialogue ever written. It drives me out of my mind. It’s such a glimpse into mulders character and his idea of love
GODDD it really is, isn’t it?? she’s given her entire life to him, to following him. she’s lost time and health and family members. she's been pulled away, and clawed right back.
and the thing about it is, that she dedicated herself to him before she had skin in the game. before it was personal to her. she leaned against him in the rain and asked "where are we going?" and she followed, because she joined the FBI to help people, and she realized quickly that trying to help in the federal government, gets you to the basement.
she asked him where they were going and she followed to wherever the answer was because he saw her vulnerable and scared in that motel room and he wrapped her up and sat below her on the floor. she spends so much of season one wide-eyed looking up at him, asking him questions, watching him, taking in that wild goodness that she wants to be a part of.
and five years in, he stands in the hallway, and he tells her that she saved him. that she made him a whole person. that she owes him NOTHING. and all she can do is cry. like, literally all there is for her to do is look up at him with tears streaming down her face, and hold onto him. there's such grief in that moment. there’s such grief in being needed. in being absolved.
rob bowman directed that scene and he talked about the moment when scully comes to tell mulder that she's leaving, and she just turns around and runs for the elevator, and "she never makes it. this was her first mistake."
they may not owe each other anything, depending on who you ask, but they will give each other everything.
bowman continued, "she has made him feel not like an outcast, not like discarded FBI trash, but actually somebody that's worthy of her friendship. that, as he says, she's made him a whole person."
it's amazing that someone who has moved an educated doctor to give over her entire life to hunting aliens she doesn’t believe in, can see the world this way.
are we whole when alone? when down in the basement, when we’re not believed or listened to, when everyone is spooked?
is he whole when his last evidence of capability for connection and being loved, disappeared at 8 years old?
love, to mulder, is an empty room. it’s walking through fire, not because you have to, but because someone wants to see you burn. it’s stepping onto a porch in new england with open arms and being cut off with a sharp hand.
love, to mulder, is a responsibility. and spending the rest of your life atoning for the failure.
he owes her everything, even when she has one foot out the door. he asks for nothing in return.
she cries at the weight of it all, and she gets back up and follows.
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Commission illustrated by @antisocialxconstruct of the moray scene during the Hollow Ground meeting in Fallen Hero: Retribution.
Book text under the cut:
Hollow Ground's head is unknown territory, but you don't need to go deep to do what you need to do. All you need is a nudge and a tweak, find a reason she'd be ready to let you go and strengthen it.
And you've got to do it fast.
Slipping in through her shields is second nature by now, walking the minefield, a coral reef of creatures hungry to devour you. Don't touch the tentacles, feeler anemones tangling the currents, coat your thoughts with scents close enough for her mind not to immediately recognize the intrusion.
Curiosity is a subtler feeling than fear or paranoia, but no less potent. Especially since it's shared by you. What is going on here? There's something more than superficial chance resemblance, sure, and those are not your thoughts. Those are Hollow Ground's.
Interesting.
Worth exploring.
You gently brush your fingers over her mind, bringing feelings to life. There are dangers everywhere around you, but you don't let them catch you unawares. It's a beautiful mindscape, a coral reef filled with life and color, hidden dangers lurking in crevasses, the ever-present sea anemones trailing their tendrils everywhere. A less talented telepath would be tangled and risk triggering a memory, but you're a master of your craft.
Familiarity can be a useful shield. You can brush against thoughts and memories, picking up details. There's already enough of a rapport you can use for groundwork. Similarities, not just in looks but in…demeanor?
Very carefully, you reach into one of the darker crevasses, a crack going deep, as if an earthquake cracked the mind down to the core. There are things there, old memories, slippery and cold and out of the sun.
"Put your hand in that crack,"
"and you won't get it back…."
Singing? A memory?
The aquarium is as tall as you are, filled with all the brightness of the tropical sea. Fish glitter past like confetti, too small to pick out, but together they're strong. Your breath is misting the glass, but you're entranced, it's the best day of your life, you didn't think…
Wait. Your life?
A reflection in the glass, your face but far younger than you've ever been, eyes meeting yours   and too young,too innocent, the smile, the chubby cheeks, and there's a hand on your head, a fond ruffle and a whisper in your ear.
"…that's a moray."
A memory. Of course. It stinks of Hollow Ground. A fond memory? Intense enough to form her mindscape? Looks like it.
You yank your hand out just before the moray strikes, two sets of teeth missing your fingers, and you bare your teeth in an echoing growl. It's dangerous this deep, you can feel yourself sinking into memories of your own, of different tanks, not filled with saltwater but amniotic fluid, trapped, the faces glaring at you covered with surgical masks, tapping the glass, and you twitch, echoes amplified and you can't get out and do you even know what's out? Do you know anything?
Too loud. Everything echoes, their thoughts so loud, and none of them concerned with you. You. There is no you. Just a body. A potential. Nobody bothers to name the fish in the tank. If you did, you'd have to grieve when they started floating belly up.
Lies. You named them.
You named yourself.
Floating belly up. How did you lose yourself in here? You went too deep, you need to breathe, but everything you touch gives way, climbing kelp and looking for the sun.
~I got you.~
Dragged back, pulled out, pushed behind. Protected. The ghost of a memory.       
"Fuck." Hollow Ground coughs, leaning against Nocturne, who is glaring daggers at you. You're back in the room with blood in your mouth and salt on your cheeks. "What was that?"
Excerpt from Fallen Hero: Retribution by Malin Ryden
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