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sits-bound · 2 months

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Bound: The Man Who Lived by sebastianL

Well, this was a labor of love!

I have so much to say about this bind.

I had the idea to incorporate two themes visually in this bind - watercolor flowers (for Draco's tattoos) and New York (where he lives). I bought a set of graphics off etsy (much like I did for Grounds for Divorce and lemons) and went to town with them.

There are 42 chapters in this fic, and each chapter page has one more flower, so by the last chapter, well, there are a lot of flowers.

I wanted these pages to be more vibrant, but when I printed them, the color was bleeding through to the other side, so I had to lower the opacity on them. If this had been a shorter fic, I would have just used 26lb paper instead of 20lb, but at 685 pages, that was not an option. 😅

As it was, it baaaaarely fit under the blade of my guillotine. I definitely won't be able to trim text blocks longer than this.

The skyline was also used a lot, even though it's the Manhattan skyline and technically Draco lives in Brooklyn but let's just call it artistic license.

The end papers are a collage of the flowers, which I then printed the skyline over with my laser printer, then foiled that.

(And let me say that my insistence on printing color pages on my inkjet and b/w pages on my laser printer meant this took forever to print and resulted in many messed up pages. I should just print the whole dang thing in inkjet. But it would take 10,000 years.)

I had a really hard time coming up with a concept for the cover. Or, rather, figuring out how to execute the concept I had in mind. Finally I remembered I had some iron on printable paper, so I printed the flower design, then cut the skyline out of it. But the paper wasn't wide enough to cover the whole front and back of the book, so on the back I had it transition into just the flowers.

Overall, I'm very very happy with how this bind came out. I love it.

Body Font: Garamond Premier Inside title page: Fino Cover: Capitol Capitals

P.S. Draco and I have similar tattoos (watercolor flowers) so that might be why I went in this direction. Who can say?

P.S.S. Honestly, as much as I love this bind, the best way to experience this fic is via the incredible podfic (25 hours!) by @thirdeye1234.

#fanbinding #ficbinding #bookbinding #drarry fic #sits bound #the man who lived

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alwritey-aphrodite · 4 months

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Hi hello hi my love, I was scrolling through your posts to make you a little collage and I saw that my bb boy finnick bbgorl love is on your list for your follower celebration !!

If it pleases you, would you write something domestic with the love of my life finnick? And congrats again, ilysm!!!

I love you!! And I love my babygirl <3

When Finnick returns from the beach, you’re still sound asleep, and he’d be a little jealous of your rest if you didn’t look so angel, so peaceful and perfect as you lay twisted in the sheets, mouth parted as you breath and eyelashes kissing your delicate skin. You’re bathed in warm sunlight sneaking in through the gauzy curtains you love so much that do so little to keep the light out.

He should shower, rinse away the sand and salt crystals sticking to his body, but he knows you love the way he smells when he comes straight from the ocean, like salt and oranges and something so deep and clean you’re like to drown in it, and the saltwater only makes his curls more pronounced and he’s loathe to make you frown when you see him, so he decides he won’t shower until you wake, until you smile and hug him with your nose pressed to his throat. He knows you’d kill him if he got sand in the sheets, so even though it pains him, he walks from the bedroom and leaves you to your slumber, missing you as soon as he closes the door.

It doesn’t take long for you to emerge, squinting against the sunlight and your hair sticking up in gravity defying designs.

“When’d you get back?” You ask, sounding sleepy and a little pouty that he’s been home and you didn’t know.

“Just now, I was just about to wake you,” he lies, but then you smile and everything’s worth it, and you’re stepping around the counter to wrap your arms around his waist, settling your face into the crook of his neck, and everything he’s ever survived is worth it for this very moment.

“You smell nice,” your voice is muffled against his skin but he can hear your smile, and it would be impossible to keep a smile off his face when you look and sound and act the way you do. He just hums in acknowledgment, too overwhelmed with too many feelings to trust his voice.

You detach from him, and he’s suddenly much colder than he’s ever been without your sleepy warmth at his back, but you’re yawning and stretching and he can’t complain when you look so lovely. Your legs are exposed, long expanses of skin and slight bruises and he knows what you’re going to ask before you even open your mouth.

“Wanna go back to the beach later? I miss the sun,” you say as if you aren’t his own personal sunshine, as if you wouldn’t eclipse the sun and moon and stars in your beauty, but it’s been dark and rainy for the past few days and he understands your craving for the sunshine and the heat that comes with it. He agrees readily, wanting nothing more than to see you smile, grin stretching from ear to ear and crinkling your eyes. Every time he sees you, he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful, only to think the same thing a second later, again and again as you continue to prove him wrong.

The day is lazy and balmy, heat filtering in from your open windows and your sun-warmed skin, having spent the rest of the morning stretched out along the beach, napping under the sun while Finnick took care to remind you to flip this way and that to protect your skin as much as possible. You’re still sleepy now, the sun making you drowsy, and Finnick feels much the same, lulled to the brink of sleep as you run your hair through his curls, longer and lighter than they’ve ever been as he settles into this peaceful life with you.

Sometimes he’s afraid to sleep, afraid to wake up, afraid that everything he’s had with you, the life you’ve carefully crafted hand in hand, will all be a magnificently painful dream that will disappear the second he opens his eyes. You’re always there, though, angelic asleep next to him or gently twisting your fingers through his hair or doing your own thing in one of the other rooms in your house.

Now, though, he couldn’t fight the urge to sleep even if he wanted to, the exhaustion from his early morning swim finally catching up to him and the steady rise and fall of your breathing relaxes him more than he’d ever think possible, and it’s only moments later that the two of you are fast asleep, bathed in golden light as the sun crawls from the sky. You’ll wake later and complain about being too well rested to sleep through the night, but once you find yourself wrapped in your soft sheets and Finnick’s soft embrace, you’ll fall asleep again, peaceful and perfect and the routine will start again, like the most wonderful dream.

#finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair fanfic #thg finnick #hunger games finnick #finnick fanfic #the hunger games fanfiction

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epicrainbowsheep · 7 months

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You're such a dork

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

*Warning blowjob with cum that isn't amazingly taste, especially when said man does weed and other illegal stuff*

Eddie finally graduates and is at the mall with the hellfire club and see's you across the food court. Reader has graduated from University and has come back to Hawkins for good. Running into each other you decide to catch up at his trailer...

Enjoy 😘

It's summer in Hawkins and school has finished for the year, the mall was filled with prepubescent teenagers and seniors who have recently graduated celebrating finally being out of the hell that is high school. One group was more rambunctious than most, Eddie and his hellfire crew were celebrating him finally finishing school, over burgers in the food court.

“Well done Eddie” Gareth yelled and slapped him on the back, Eddie nearly spitting out his drink. “I’m proud of myself, just needed to do the bare minimum of attendance and BAM!” He suddenly stands up holding up his drink like hero, “Nearly instant diploma” Dustin slaps his leg “Took three goes”, all of them laughed and continued talking about their summer plans with finishing school for the year.

Eddie’s eyes caught a familiar face as he bit into his burger, it was (Y/N) he hadn’t seen her since she graduated, in his first senior year. Eddie grinned like the Cheshire Cat, remembering what they used to get up to after school, starting the hellfire group together, “Boys I’ll be back in a minute” he says as he stands up and jogs up to you, who’s looking confused.

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“Okay now Uncle Bruce told me to get-“

“(Y/N)!”

You whipped your head up and saw Eddie running towards you, panting as soon as he got to you. “Long time no see sweetheart” looking at you as you turned around, you’d changed a lot since he last saw you. Hair is (longer/shorter) and your skin looks absolutely radiant, your body filling out more and your fashion sense definitely changed.

“Eddie! It’s so good to see you” you smiled, your confusion fading as soon as you saw his face, his hair was longer but not much had changed about him, still wearing his leather jacket and his battle vest with more patches decorated all over.

“You look absolutely gorgeous (Y/N), I haven’t seen you since you left for collage” his eye’s still had the same sparkle in them since you last saw him, “It’s been a while Eds but I’m back for good now! Graduated with my bachelors, back in Hawkins for good” You scratch the back of your head smiling at Eddie, “What have you been up too?”.

“Pretty much the same, still doing hellfire, playing with my band, graduating high school…” he looked away sheepishly when the look of shock hearing the last of his sentence. “Really Eddie! It took you three years of doing senior year?!” You said gobsmacked, “Third times a charm” he looks away unable to face you directly.

“Well better late then never Eddie” You looked into his face while smiling and put your hand on his shoulder, his smiled back, your smile was always infectious. “Well since you’ve graduated we should-“

“EDDIE YOU COMING? MOVIE STARTS SOON” Mike yelled in his direction.

“YEAH EDDIE COME ON!!!” Dustin yelled with him.

“IN A SEC!” Eddie yells back, “(Y/N) I wanna keep talking but the boys are calling” he says turning his attention back to you. “Thats fine Eddie you still at the trailer park? I can stop by with Chinese food, and we can catch up like we used too~” your hinting didn’t escape him.

“Ssounds like a plan babe” Eddie tries to play it cool, but his voice fails him breaking mid sentence. (Y/N) laughs and kissed him on the cheek “See you later”.

Eddie was feeling giddy as you walked off, holding the cheek that you kissed. “Dude who was that?” Lucas said as the boys came up behind him, Eddie didn’t even realise they were there until Gareth spoke.

“That was one of the original co-founders of hellfire (Y/N), she was Eddie’s fuck buddy” Eddie cringed at his wording, “She was more than a fuck buddy” he grumbled the younger boys still trying to get their heads around that she was one of the co-founders.

“Let’s go we’re gonna miss the movie!” Dustin piped up.

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You turned into the trailer park where Eddie has lived since you can remember, memories of you both walking back drunk through the forrest from parties held at Harrington’s house, or watching Eddie smoke a joint while sharing a bottle of whiskey.

Slamming the car door, making sure to grab the Chinese food that was in the front seat, barely knocking before the door is ripped open with a very excited Eddie standing behind it. He looked like he just had a shower, hair blowdried, fresh cologne, and a totally different outfit to the one he was wearing earlier at the mall.

“Hope your hungry, I picked up Chinese food” you held up the plastic bag as you walked past, placing the bag on the coffee table in front of the TV. “Absolutely starving sweetheart” he said while he plopped himself on the couch, you both got out the food and started eating.

Both chatting, Eddie just shoving food into his mouth, speaking with his mouth full the entire time. You smiled remembering that he still ate the same as he did when you both were still in high school, both geeking over DnD and discussing who was the better band, Kiss or Metallica.

“So Eddie you seeing anyone?” You said, facing him as you both finish eating. “No haven’t really dated anyone seriously, most of the girls in Hawkins can’t handle all of this” His hands went up and down his body as he spoke.

“True, the girls here have basically no taste” you shuffled closer to Eddie on the couch with your hand slowly going up and down on his thigh, “A-are you seeing anyone?” He managed to get out, not expecting things to turn this fast.

“No, the boys at collage don’t match up to the man I’ve had waiting for me back in Hawkins” you purred into his ear, “I’ve missed you Eddie” your hand hovered over his growing bulge.

“Let me make it up to you~” licking the shell of his ear, shuddering as your hand squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Yesss babe, you’ve got a lot of time to make up for” him saying that you unzip his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, moving from the couch to kneel between his knees.

“Well then, I better get to work” You give his dick a few pumps, licking from the base of his cock to the tip, making sure it was wet enough to slide into your mouth.

“Fuck baby” Eddie cries out as your mouth swallows his dick, you hollow out out mouth to suck even harder as you reach the base of his cock, holding it there, deep throating him, making sure to worshipping his 6 inch cock. His mind goes blank with pleasure as you continue to suck his cock, twirling your tongue around his shaft.

“Shit sweetheart just like that” he whines out as you pick up the pace, your neck starting to strain since it’d had been awhile since you’d given head. “Y-you know just how I like it-t, deep and fast” he babbled, “You’re such a dirty wench, like an npc bar maid” you couldn’t help but think while sucking his cock ‘He’s such a dork’.

Your hand goes down to cup his balls, knowing that would bring him over the edge, “Shit baby I’m gonna cum” his hand gripped your hair, now being able to feel your head bobbing up and down on his cock. You pull on his balls he screeches “FUCCKKK (Y/N) BAABBYYYYYY” he grips your head tighter, keeping your head there as his cum fills your mouth.

Unable to move your head, Eddie’s cum bursts into your mouth, the horrible tasting thick cum forcing its way down your throat, choking on the foulness of his cum you pull off and rush to the bathroom, gagging the whole way just making it in time to the toilet to hurl up the Chinese food you just ate.

Eddie was in such bliss he didn’t realise you’d run off straight away, when he came down from cloud nine he heard you gagging in the bathroom. Realising what was happening he rushed to stand up, forgetting his pants were still around his ankles he fell flat on his face.

“Fuck” He groaned out rolling on his back while rubbing his nose, scrambling to his feet, kicking his pants and boxes off in the process. Stumbling his way he slammed into the door frame of the bathroom, looking down at you, wiping your mouth with toilet paper.

“Eddie your cum tastes foul, it never was that bad!” You looked at him as you stood, “Sorry (Y/N) I had no idea it was that horrible, are you okay?” He walked to the cupboard and handed you mouthwash, you thanked him and gargled till you got the taste out of your mouth.

“I’ll survive” you chuckled, “I don’t even know why it tastes that bad” Eddie walked you over to the couch where you both sat down. “It’s cause you do drugs Eddie, it makes your cum taste horrible, it was tolerable when we were in our seniors since it was just weed” you laughed cuddling into him.

“Shit I didn’t know that, it’s in the brain bank now, saved for future endeavours” He slid his arm around you, pulling your body even closer. “Especially since you’re here for good now” His hand lifted your chin, his lips inches from yours, you moving the last few inches until your lips met in a sweet kiss.

“Now baby let’s get back to watching that movie” He grabbed the remote and pressed play as you both snuggled in closer, starting off where you guys left off when you left for collage.

“Eddie?”

“Yes babe?”

“You’re suck a dork”

#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut

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satoshy12 · 1 year

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DC + DP = T.W = Death and Blood

Danny was in Gotham with Jazz, already escaped Freakshow (who was now dead by him). The stupid clown gave Danny a very big Coulrophobia, and after what Jazz told him. Here in Gotham no one is dressed as Clown or has anything similiar to clowns. So he and Jazz started to life here in Gotham, she started to go to collage and he started his elementary school. Freakshow staff had really badly hurt his ghostly body that he just started to rebuild and reform himself from a small body. [Reason is well the Joker, the people would kill someone on the streets if he goes around as Clown, but Danny or Jazz don't know about the Joker] Everything was going normal for their life their life was happy and they had no problems. That changed as Joker escaped Arkham, and took Danny as Hostage. It was the very last time the people had seen the Joker alive. TW: Joker's screams echoed through the room as he stared in horror at the child before him. They could see why the Clown screamed, the child's eyes glowed a sickly green, pupils thin as needles, and his fangs, longer than any human's should be, glinted in the dim light. "L-Let go, y-you freak!" Joker yelled as he struggled to free himself from the child's grip. A not so funny irony as he took the child hostage first. But the Danny paid him no mind, only opening his mouth wider then a human should be able and sinking his many razor-sharp teeth into Joker's neck. The Clown's blood flowed freely as the child savagely tore into his flesh, throwing the Whole Body aside like a rag doll. Breaking not only his neck but making sure he died on bloodlust. The other hostage chose to just ignore the death of the Joker, as they tried to get the panicking child to calm down. Red Hood was in the end able to do it, till Jazz came back. Who was pretty angry, it said they had no clowns here!"

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #Freakshow Trauma #Joker #dead Joker #dcau #dc #dc comics #dp x dc #de-aged Danny #Trigger Warning #TW #Blood #No Clowns in Gotham #dress up as Clown = Death #Jazz Fenton #red hood #Jason Todd

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5am-mist · 1 year

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Plz like Bella and reader driving around as friends late at night and having a really intense kiss

Late night drives

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you and bella go out for a late night drive as friends you guys come back as something more

°requested?°> yeppp!

~°A/N°~

hiyaa! this one took me a while so im super sorry but regardless i hope you enjoy! remember to take care of yourselves and thank you for the request! also i have no idea if i did your request justice im so sorry if i didn't:(

It was late. Like really late, you and Bella had spent the past few hours watching movies, laughing and overall messing around. Time always seemed to pass so much faster when you were with Bella, minutes felt like seconds and hours felt like minutes.

"we should go on a drive" you suggested you had no clue where the idea came from but it was late and you weren't about to question yourself. "yea ok, lets go" he said looking at you with possibly the biggest smile you've ever seen, you two sat there for a whole 2 minutes just staring at eachother before bursting back into giggles.

You had absolutely no idea where you were going, Bella on the other hand said that they 'knew a place'. The roads were empty the only things occupying them being the light from the street lights and Bella's car.

The windows were rolled all the way down and the spotify playlist you both made together was turned almost all the way up (Bella kept telling you that you'd wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius but still screamed along to all the lyrics with you).

Eventually the car came to a stop meaning that you were at this so called spot. You were at a loss for words when you saw the collage of different colored lights. You looked over at them to say thank you only to see him already staring at you.

" You're staring doofus," you comment following it with a light shove and a laugh. Your laugh. A sound that made Bella weak in the knees. "I know." You tried your very best not to get flustered by this but your face betrays you as you begin to feel your cheeks getting hotter.

You had pushed your feelings for Bella away along time ago. Of course they were still there but you chose to ignore them because you simply just couldn't risk losing Bella due to a silly crush. Bella had done the exact. same. thing. However they knew that they simply couldn't do it any longer. He loved you. They wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss you. She wanted to be able to call you her partner. They of course hoped things would go well but if they didn't they hoped you guys could atleast stay friends.

"hey i actually needed to say something," your heart begins to beat rapidly as you hear that sentence, your mind racing a mile a minute as to what he would say next. Bella on the other hand was trying to find the right words. They ultimately decided to just say everything on their mind and hope they don't make an absolute fool of himself.

" I love you, i mean really love you. i love how your hair falls, i love your smile could kill 1000 men in an instant, i love how absolutely perfect you look with out even trying, i love how we share the same stupid humor. I love everything about you and if Im being 100% honest there is nothing more i want to do right now than kiss you."

You're stunned, only for a second though because before you know it you you're reaching over to hold his face in your hands. You pull them into a kiss, it was short you were simply testing the waters. Pulling away you two looked in eachothers eyes, which wasn't very long lived as Bella pulled you right back in for another kiss.

This time it was different. It was passionate but hungry, you both wanted this for so long now and it was better than you both could've ever imagined. You're hands went up to their hair as you deepened the kiss. One of their hands traveled down to your waist while the other was being used to keep you two stable. This went on for a while with short breaks in between for much needed air.

Eventually you break the kiss, your hands still playing with her hair. It was quiet, with you two looking into each others eyes, you two really didn't need to say anything but eventually Bella breaks the comfortable silence. " So will you be my partner?"

"I'll have to think about it...yes of course!" you giggled which only sent them into a fit of laughter himself.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #lgbtq #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou

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lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run · 1 month

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been forcing my father to watch rebels with me because he tried to watch Ashoka alone and was super confused. Here are his opinions so far: (1st season completed + up to s2ep5)

The animation style is nice

the textures are too flat in the first episodes, makes everyone look like they’re in veggietails

sabine/ezra is cringe

the music is really good

hes already connected that Caleb from the first episode of tbb is also kanan. I’m kinda embarrassed it took me longer than him.

he HATES Hera’s outfit

Sabine reminds him of a unhinged lesbian he dated in collage

he’s happy(?) about Landon being apart of the story

Thinks minister price/whoever that was in the first season should get out of there

and was genuinely upset at her death

thinks the writing can be kinda cringy

hates when I yell “foreshadowing!”

is supportive of chopper’s war crimes

thinks that the phantom is too powerful for such a small ship

overall, thinks it’s an interesting yet chill show. Can’t wait to see his reaction once the tables turn!

#the bad batch #sw rebels #star wars rebels #ahsoka #hera syndulla #sabine wren #clone wars series #ezra bridger #star wars ahsoka #kanan jarrus #captain rex #rebels #star wars family

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a4g · 1 year

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This guy is literally Spoking people vvv

CLICK TO LEARN MORE…. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

SPOKE COLLAGE^

"who is that guy being annoying on purpose and spamming his soundboard???" um well. this guy! vvv

He loves to be LOUD. He loves to ABUSE EXPLOITS... but Most Importantly........ HE LOVES TO BE SILLY!! he has a quota of mischief he has to fill. no matter what. even if he dies. . 👍💥

Spoke is both a [youtuber] and a [twitch streamer]! and He does a bit amount of both! He is more free spirited when it comes to what content he makes and kinda goes with the flow but is always working to improve and experiment! (especially lately, not all of his videos are smp related!!)

Recently, he took a few months break from streaming recently but has been nearly daily since his return! (although he has gone back to his 2019-2020 skyblock hypixel days, so if you are looking for a lifesteal stream, probably not going to happen anytime soon as of writing this... just become a skyblock viewer ^_^)

Most of his Twitch streams are around 2.5 hours long and is typically more chill than his videos and he kindaa just does what he wants. which is grinding and performing his bits -> that scares and kills him! (the carefree bucket clutches......) and his YouTube videos being around 13 minutes long and longer ones being around 30 mins to even way over an hour! His older videos take a slower pace while his newer ones are far more snappy and fast pace, but they both have an equal amount of charm to them and are enjoyable to watch!

Spoke already has a ["Best of" Playlist] which I overall agree with! all the videos here are wonderful places to start watching him but i suggest watching the video where he traps people using maps on Lifesteal SMP. I feel it gives a good show of both his personality and his Lifesteal content in general without overwhelming you like his 1,000 withers on the Lifesteal SMP video, WHICH is absolutely a must watch for any Lifesteal viewer as it gives a very dramatic and well-rounded POV to the end of Season 2 and is arguably his best video still to date. Oh, and here is his [entire lifesteal playlist]

ACTUALLY lets talk about Spoke on Lifesteal SMP.. while he acts silly he abuses nearly any exploit he can (s3 cleansing harming arrows, putting on a netherite chestplate for no real reason in s3, helping dupe items in s4) and breaks nearly ANY rule!! that exists in order to fill his need for mischief and destruction (greifing spawn and breaking rules to hell and back. nearly every season. especially s2)

. did i mention destruction. this guy is known for causing the end of the server. for nearly every season. Spawning 1000 withers kinda does a lot to a server... so does destroying every elytra in the end in order to cut the supply of craftable hearts while killing everyone and destroying hearts . to ban everyone of the server.. Did i also mention this guy is a cheat and a lair. anytime he thinks he can get away with it and it benefits him. WHILE, saying this I must mention. he does not do this for Power. he does it for his Ideals. what he believes should happen and what he believes is "right" and how things exist. that the server ending and conflict keeps it alive in the end.

and while he is loyal to his allies. he is more loyal to his own motivations and what is happening in the moment. he is a known wild card and no one really trusts him because of this. but hes always an important asset to any team as both good pvper and his . enthusiastic! willingness to abuse exploits and trick others. Don’t worry too much about this. Most of the time he is there to just hang out :)

however. THE BIT COMES FRIST! NO MATTERWHAT

#spokeishere #lifesteal smp #I knoww I wasn’t listed but . he’s my guy so #might add more to this later #but it’s finished enough!#alive art #spoke tag #lifesteal

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writings-of-a-demigod · 9 months

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Following the wrong path (Daredevil)

plot: you are Matt’s younger sibling & he finds out that you’re a boxer like your dad.

characters: Matt Murdock x sibling reader + Foggy Nelson x reader

a/n: I had this thing for a long while and I wanted to post it so I can work on the others. Sorry if there are any mistakes point them out to me so I can fix them.

*gif doesn't belong to me*

It was 9pm and Y/n just got out of work but they weren't heading home not yet at least, they thought it was a little early for that so they headed to where they spend most their night after crappy day at work, the gym. They started going there when they were just 12, they loved boxing so much it made them feel closer to their dad even though he didn't want them or their brother to be like him, he wanted them to go to school and then collage and get a good job after but that didn't stop them from boxing every once and a while. It started that way but that all changed in time to everyday they even got matches set up for them and they won some and lost some but that didn't stop them.

An hour after they came in Spencer the guy who set up matches, came to tell them the news "Hey there" he said standing next to the ring "Hey" they didn't even look away from the boxing bag "So I got some news for you" he said with a smile "Oh yeah, what is it?" they kept on punching the bag "I set you up with 3 matches starting next week" they stopped and turned to face him with a smirk "Really? Who am I going to beat the shit of this time" his smile grew bigger "Oh you're going to like this" he took out a paper and handle it to them. After looking over the names they looked up at him still smiling like a dork "You're kidding me!" they looked a little surprised "Nope" that all he said, they looked again at the paper "How did you manage to get me a match with them?" looking at him again as he was walking toward the doors "Doesn't matter, I'm betting on you Murdock" he laughed and with that he was gone.

After finishing it was almost midnight so they thought it was about time to head home, as they were walking passed a bunch of men and they started to follow them 'Great what I needed' Y/n thought. So they took a turn and ended in a ally and they were right behind them "Come here beautiful we won't hurt you" one of them said with a laugh and the others joined him "Look you really don't want to do this" Y/n said to them "Aw are you scared from us don't worry we will take it easy on you" the other one said Y/n laughed "Oh I'm not scared of you, you're the one who should be scared of me" one of them got mad and attacked he was trying to grab them from their shoulder but Y/n moved fast and grabbed his wrist and twisted it, he screamed so Y/n kicked him he fall to his knees so they punched his face giving him a broken nose the other two looked at each other then attacked at the same time then someone jumped in front of them, one moved easily to them passed the stranger and started to fight them throwing punches while the other was fighting with the stranger who was trying to help them, so Y/n kicked him in the guts and grabbed his arm and hold it behind his back while he screamed in agony so they punched him in his throat then they punched him few times in the face until he fall down because he was bigger than the first man so he took a little time longer to go down. After they made sure he was down they turned around and saw the stranger who was wearing all black and a mask as well taking down the last 2 men "I didn't need your help, I got everything under control" Y/n said "Most people say thank you" he answered then run away they looked at the direction he went he disappeared fast "Thank you anyways" they muttered to themselves.

~~~The week after ~~~

It's was the day of the match Y/n were there early to get ready Spenser made sure everything was ready and set "You better win Murdock" he said as he patted their shoulder "Oh wow that much faith you got in me" he smiled at her "I'm putting my money on you today" they laughed a little "Why does this sound like it's the first time you do that?" he laughed at them "I believe you" that was their thing they believed in each other "You better or I will kick your ass" they punched his arm playfully "Save the anger for the ring" they laughed "You're an idiot" they told him.

~~~Time skip to the match~~~

Foggy and Matt were passing next to the gym when they heard shots coming from inside "I didn’t know there was a match today?" Foggy asked "Yeah let's go see who" Matt answered as he dragged Foggy inside, when they got in "You won't believe this" Foggy said to Matt as he watched Y/n fight "What?" Matt asked him "It's your sibling" right there they knocked their opponent down and the bell ringed "The winner is Y/n Murdock" Matt grabbed Foggy's arm "Let's get out of here" he said as they were heading to the door, Foggy has never seen Matt this angry before but he was thanking god he wasn't Y/n.

~~~Next Morning~~~

There was a knock on Y/n door she looked at the clock with confusion then back at the door, there was another knock they sat their coffee mug on the table then went to open the door, they looked through the hole it was Matt so they opened the door "Good morning Y/n" he smiled at them "Good morning, come in" they moved so he can get in then closed the door behind them "Want some coffee Matty?" they asked "Yes if you don't mind" he answered as he sat down. After brining a mug for him they sat down "So what's up?".

"Oh nothing I was just walking around and I thought I should stop by to see you" he took a sip "Oh come on Matt tell me" he placed his mug on the table in front of him "So when are you going to tell me?" he asked and Y/n looked a little shocked but didn't show it even if he couldn't see it "Tell you what Matt?" they played it cool "You know what I'm asking about" he looked serious "I don't know what are you talking about" they lied, and he knew it even if he couldn't listen to their heartbeat he knew when his sibling lied "Stop lying Y/n you know".

They placed her mug on the table "Matt..." they started "You think I won't find out? How long since you've been fighting?" he cut them in "I didn't think you would ever find out okay and it's been years" they answered only what he asked them "Dad didn't want this for you....he didn't want this for both of us" it was their time to cut in "I KNOW HE DIDN'T AND I DID WHAT HE WANTED I WENT TO SCHOOL AND COLLAGE AND I GOT A JOB BUT THIS MAKES ME FEEL CLOSER TO HIM AND IT FEELS JUST RIGHT" they stood up while yelling "You should stop it" he raised his voice a little "I'm not going to stop THERE I SAID IT" he sighed "I CAN TELL YOU I WILL STOP BUT THEN I WILL BE LYING SO I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH" It was his turn to yell but he didn't "I just don't want you to get hurt that's all.....I don't want to lose you like I did with dad" the way he said it Y/n felt the sadness in his heart "You're not going to lose me Matt" their tears are beginning to show "I just really miss him and this is the only way I feel like.......like we're close to each other" tears running down their face "If you weren't blind Matt wouldn't you be fighting as well? Tell me the truth" he went closer to them "You're right I would" he reached out for them and hugged them "Come here" as they cry on his shoulder "I'm sorry I yelled at you" he run his hand up and down their back "It's okay don't worry about it".

#writings-of-a-demigod #daredevil #matt murdock x sibling reader #mathew murdock #foggy nelson #foggy nelson x reader #matt murdock

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undermycoat · 8 months

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the "snippet" i was talking about in this post for anyone curious (not a snippet so much as a collage centered around a cheek touch that is so important to me + a parallel b/w a convo with georgie and a convo w/ james)

also i should point out this is a fictional world with a fictional kent and also thats gonna double as the siblings' surname even if its not technically a surname. and ik royal families didnt rly do surnames but thats also so irrelevant. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT. PLEASE BE NICE TO ME.

His Grace the Duke of Kent, though Jamie at least can know him as Roy, had stayed briefly with the Tartts throughout the years. The first time, Jamie had been too young to remember fully, with Lady Ruth turning four and ten and in the search for a suitor. Jamie had only been three, and he enjoyed hiding in his mother’s skirts. Roy had a beard by then, at eight and ten, and Jamie recalls the feel of it under his fingers, in the brief time Georgie had wrestled him out and held him up to be shown to the crowds. The duke bared his teeth, and Jamie took it as a smile. They stayed only a month, and then they were gone.

The next time was longer, with Lady Ruth marrying one of Jamie’s cousins — on his father’s side; his father, the prince consort — not that he knew the man well. Jamie had just turned four and ten himself, eleven years after Ruth’s visit to the palace. It wasn’t her fault she was marrying late, though Jamie heard the maids gossiping that it was. It was all because of the Duke of Kent, Roy, who bit at offered hands and burned letters and growled at anyone who dared to come close. Jamie now realises the bared teeth were a warning, not a grin.

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He touched hands with [Ruth] briefly, and she smiled at him, and he smiled at her, and for a moment it was wonderful. And then Jamie saw her brother. His lips were twisted more complexly than Ruth’s wig, as if he wanted to smile, for her, because this was a marriage of love, Jamie knew, but also because it was a marriage of his sister. Roy cared for his younger sister more than anything else in the world. It sent Jamie to his knees, the weight of it.

He blinked, and Roy leaned over to whisper something into the steward’s ear, who remained fluttering about the outskirts of the floor, making sure the celebrations ran smoothly. Jamie touched hands with another lady, who briefly laced fingers with him in a way that had him turning away from Roy if only to see who dared, and when he turned back, Roy had disappeared. Jamie flicked his hand, fingers flexing, before touching yet another partner.

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The lady who laced their fingers together was Lady Arabella, and under her wig, she had golden locks that, when let down from their pins, fell in lovely ringlets down her back. Her eyes were dark as the night outside the window, surrounded by full lashes. Jamie lifted a hand to touch her cheek, and his stomach twisted upon meeting soft skin. He didn’t know what else he was expecting.

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He waited for the door to shut behind the prince consort before rising from bed and going to the window. The Kents’ carriage was still in the courtyard. […] He scanned the windows he could see, looking inside those without curtains drawn, but those were few and far in between, and he gave up not much later, returning to bed and collapsing upon it.

… He reached up to touch his cheek, knowing what he wouldn’t find. He dropped his hand back to the bed then curled his fingers into his palm. His nails bit into his skin. He fell back asleep.

+ parallel b/w convo w georgie and convo w james

“Good morning, Nathan,” she replies. “I’ll leave you boys to eat. And, Jamie?”

Jamie freezes from where he’s reaching for a sweetmeat already. “Yeah, Mummy?”

“Be good,” she says, then she smiles. “I love you.”

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“Don’t worry about it.” Another pat to his shoulder, and then James was standing. “I’ve sent her on her way now. Get some more rest. You deserve it.” He left, shoes clicking on the cold floor, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. “That’s a good lad.”

Jamie didn’t feel like a good lad.

i said i would do the minimum for this fic and focus mostly on the rj romance but. im not very good at that 🫶 LOL don't worry abt the redacted bits btw. like i said theres more in the full fic <3

#cupid de bunny #royjamie #ted lasso #fic tag

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tmsbooks · 2 months

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Self reflection time... That you might need to read as well.

Do I go through the effort to delete and block bloggers that : steal others art off of Pinterest / other social media sites without putting links to credit the artists from my blog and queue, or do I just sigh and know that I can do nothing to stop such things in the first place? Like I never agreed with it, yet I participate in reblogging these things anyways because 'it fits my aesthetic'... and that's just such a lame excuse.

I'm an artist myself; I hate that ai steals and takes jobs away from so many that it replaces the whole process, rather than it being used to help / aide one's creativity. I hate that it's not guiding people through the process and teaching them like a reference should, but is instead replacing the effort to build your (writing, photography, and drawing etc.) skills entirely.

So why, with this opinion, do I practice the other large problem in the online community that is supporting reposting art thieves? Why am I reblogging a post that has no text/link under it to guide the viewer towards the real artist? Why would liking the post to bookmark it under my own references/inspirations be okay if that Like/Heart isn't actually going to the right person? This just encourages the thieves to continue.

Reposting without crediting is just as toxic to artists as the machines that steal because no love is being sent to the craftsman that took their time, their life, to build their skills to create.

Please credit sources to all your stim boards or aesthetic what-have-you's, and don't shrug off photography versus traditional arts either. Photography too is a beautiful art form that gets overlooked as 'okay to steal' versus someone reposting someone's drawing without credit. (But yes, there's a difference between junk journaling/creating collages from magazine clippings to make an entirely new thing, then there is just slapping nine stolen images together in a neat little square.)

Plagiarism is everywhere and it's scary how normalized it is to have even myself fall into its cycle again and again despite my strong morals about it.

All this rambling to say to myself that I'll no longer be reblogging such posts, and once my queue is empty of them I'll hope to put more effort into righting this behavior that has led me to feel so sour.

#ai discussion #bookblr #text post #self reflection #bookaddict #book blog #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #open discussion #rambles #bookaholic #bookish #small artist

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leafdebrief · 1 year

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Intermission chapter: time sleds and other affordable temporal traversal vehicles

This drivel you're reading? This garbage I typed on a computer that you are looking at... right now... you see that?

Nope.

You saw that as it was in spacetime relative to you when you looked there. In terms of "actual" time we measure, there was only a minuscule delay: a nanosecond, probably, maybe even less depending on where you're sitting. But the point is that the visual information you are receiving "now" is actually information that is about a nanosecond old. It's in the past, "now".

All information takes time to travel, however small, visual or otherwise.

Now, look at something behind your screen. Remember? You're reading drivel, you should improve your tastes.

Here's the thing: whatever you just looked at, by virtue of its being farther from you, took longer to get its visual information to you. It was further in the past than the screen, even though you can still see the screen right in front and it looks like they are existing in the same time.

So here's the boring part (or maybe the exciting one if this is new to you): memory is just a video camera. One with a pretty shitty resolution and framerate to boot.

So awful, in fact, that it can only record in 3 dimensions, so it has to flatten the fourth. Kinda like how you might draw a "3D" cube on a 2-dimensional surface like a paper, by drawing what it might look like if it casted a shadow of its skeleton.

So basically, you're just recording chunks information as it arrives to you, piece by piece, and piling the various timestamped information into a single frame collage of everything that was there when you looked.

Things from all different points in "time", all in the past, collapse together to make the thing you experience.

The problem with taking a sauced up joyride through spacetime when you're equipped with the galaxy's worst camcorder is that all that memory has to go somewhere. In order for you to experience existence wherever you end up, you need all the "frames" that would have occurred in the incredibly unlikely but still possible scenario you ended up there on your own.

If you don't, you'll exist in one time but occupy mass in another place, and while I don't know what that means it sounds downright spooky.

So what do they do?

They cram it all together, supercompress it, and superimpose it on top of the stuff you've already got at approximately the speed of light (again, they're working on tightening that up). "Moving" through spacetime involves packing every piece of information that occurred along the way into your memory.

Having your memory added onto in such a haphazard manner is disorienting and frankly quite nauseating.

To be continued...

#leaf debrief #story time

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HAHAH OMG I love that you tell your bf you’ve known Harry longer than him! I mean you’re not wrong?! And not 1D in your collage?! Honestly love that lol but aww omg it’s so cute that your classroom also has a bit of Harry too! I bet it’s adorable!

I love target too! I love spending there and it’s oddly relaxing for me even though in others stores I’m fighting for my life lol

Also HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW PICS OF HARRY?! He just looks so good 😭

Omg I use to LOVE Lizzie McGuire growing up and I would obsess over the Lizzie McGuire movie! And I was so down bad for Chad Michael Murray in Freaky Friday like he made my head spin as a child lol and I heard Noah on the radio the other day and I immediately thought of you! Also idk if you saw or anything but didn’t Noah cover Falling by Harry on an insta live??? I think I saw a clip of it??

I would say my music taste isn’t that broad or diverse soley bc once I find something I like I stick with it lol like the hyper fixating lasts a while lol or sometimes it’s just really obscure artists lol But I would say some of my faves would be Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Marias, Laufey, Lorde and lately I have been obsessed with the song Tell it to my Heart by Taylor Dayne! I probably have more but like I said it’s just all over the place! Oh and there are some other artists that I listen too in Spanish! And I often listen to instrumental/classical music lol ITS A LOT lol

The dentist is a scary place and plus who wants a stranger looking in your mouth like?! I don’t blame you! But yay be proud of your growth!!! Even being a little less scared and more okay going to the dentist is such a win!! Also I didn’t know that 🐱 anon was responsible for the inspo of MADE TO BE, NEIGHBORS AND LIEK ZIPPER?!?!? THQTS SO WILD?!? But honestly so cool! I love all those stories so much!

And I could NEVER mind bestie! Literally do whatever you please!

And I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner :( the universe HATES ME! Yesterday took my math final(that was something lol) and i had happened to get my period early :( AND I THINK IM GETTING SICK??😭 very sad honestly bc im not even done with all my exams :( ANWAYS the only plus side of yesterday was this hot guy who sat next to me and we got talking a bit 😌

i hope you’re okay! You know I always love talking with you!!!!

ALSO I SAW THE DING POST AND IM VERY EXCITED!!!!-💜

I literally have 4x6 photos of him on my wall at school and my students (who are INSANE and don't know who Harry is) at the beginning of the year are like "is that your bf?" and I usually tell them "in my head, yes" and point out the pics of my actual bf and they're like "he looks like Harry" and I'm "yeah, I have a type 🤭"

I would get married in the Starbucks at Target. That would be my ideal venue. For a honeymoon we would go to the clothing section.

I'll have to check out that song! and I totally know what you mean about diverse music tastes. I also stick to pretty much the same three things I really had to dig in the archives of my brain to get that info out for you.

Oh yes! 🐱 is my biggest Made to Be supporter! That's how I "met" her! I think she helped me continue the story--at least the last five parts minimum. Neighbors was entirely her premise and I just ran with it! One of the Zipper Extras I was totally stuck on and I think she had the idea of where I needed to go. She's a wealth of knowledge and help whenever I need it most 💕

I DID SEE THE PICS OF HIM. THIS version of him is the star of Ding 😊 He's delicious. So effortlessly beautiful I could scream. I'm glad you like the idea of Ding, I'm excited about it!

That's my bad bestie, we must have synced up via our telepathic connection. What a series of unlucky events on St. Patty's weekend no less. A math final, your period, and illness. You should get a lottery ticket, sounds like you'll hit it big. BUT A HOT GUY DO TELL MORE

I hope the rest of your finals go smoothly and I hope that you feel better ASAP. I'm doing alright. I need a mental health day. I'm spreading myself too thin but I don't think I'm going to get a real break until next next Friday the 29th 😭 but we'll see. Maybe I'm just being extra.

thanks for sending a message even when you're not feeling well. I hope the math final wasn't too bad, I would have given you all my good math vibes if I knew ahead of time but I'll do it retroactively just the same!

xoxo

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‘50th Anniversary of NSK - January 1st, 1974’ Digital Collage, 375 x 375 mm, 2023 Fine Art Pigment Print under Acrylic Glass, Black Aluminium Art Box

Nothing is further from my mind than to promote the no longer existing East German state by showing GDR symbolism while drunk with nostalgia. For some time now, however, badges from the GDR era have been appearing increasingly, which suggest that New Sorbian Art existed long before the political change in 1989. The badges mentioned show a deer or the head with antlers and oak leaves with the GDR coat of arms in the lower part and are made of cast metal or plastic. The deer is one of the visual anchors in the NSK universe.

An embossed lignite briquette recently appeared in an online auction house, which shows the identical deer motif as on the badge as well as the year '1974' and the words 'Prosit Neujahr (Happy New Year)' in two lines. Should this commemorative briquette be proof of the founding date of the New Sorbian Art? Then the East German NSK would have been founded on January 1st, 1974. It has not yet been possible to reconstruct where exactly this founding meeting took place in Lusatia on the night of December 31st to January 1st, 1974.

Time doesn't just move forward linearly. Traveling back in time on a timeline changes reality there as well as here in the now. It is impossible to imagine what would happen to the 'NSK State In Time' if, at sufficient speed, the space-time curvature made travel in parallel universes of the 'NSK State In Time' possible.

But wait a minute - the tree for the national identity of the Sorbs is the linden tree. But don't the oak leaves show that we are on the wrong track.

#sb2130 #Bernhard Schipper #Neue Sorbische Kunst #NSK #Neue Slowenische Kunst #NSK State in Time #NSK State Lipsk #50 Jahre NSK #50.Jahrestag #50th Anniversary #Leipzig Artist #Sorbian Artist #nsk folk art

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heyyallitssatan · 5 months

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You sat in an treehouse.

It’s yours, or it used to be. Your mother built it when you were little, you can’t remember exactly when, it’s been too long now.

You had a few friends who lived near enough they could come over to play in the little wooden building that barely qualified with it’s one 5’x5’ room and single window overlooking a pond. You used to wade through it to find newts and frogs and things. The remnants of an ancient rope later cling to the base of the trap door, you had insisted it be the one and only entrance, that had long since disintegrated. You had all opted to just climb the tree to get up anyway, so you never much missed it.

You outgrew the little thing when you went to middle school, other more interesting things going on outside your 2 acre plot and the three friends you had known since birth, so you’re siblings started using it, then other neighbour kids showed up, but they had grown up all the same, and for a few years now it had sat, encased in time.

It hadn’t aged a day, perhaps it had, but not enough to notice. For you, it looked just like it had so many years ago.

As you climbed the knots of the tree, you didn’t even have to look, like riding a bike, maybe even easier, there was no balance to regain here, just muscle memory taking you to the top. The hinges squeaked as you opened the door, but they had always done that, no amount of WD40 had ever been able to fix it. You sat down, on the old wood creaked under your weight, it didn’t use to do that. Still smelt the same though, old wood, smelt old since the day it was built.

You sat in that little wooden room for a long time, or maybe not, you never bothered to check, but it felt like a long time. You thought of the palace, the dragons tower, the ship on a stormy sea, and every other thing you had ever made this place. You thought of the people you had so carefully crafted each and every story with, and then they showed up.

Four old friends sitting in a treehouse that had been theirs once. Not quite friends anymore, you didn’t even know what collage they were going off to, but too much history to ever call yourself acquaintances, you still knew their favourite food and the role they played in every game that had ever been thought up, and a few that hadn’t.

It started raining eventually, not pouring, just a drizzle, it leaked through heat warped boards, you can’t remover it ever leaking before.

You stay there for too long, and not long enough. You don’t say anything, you don’t have to, you wouldn’t know what to say if you did.

You leave eventually, it wasn’t an announcement, you didn’t bother, they knew when you popped up to half crawl to the trapdoor, you walked out the last time, you think. They left too, right behind you.

It was never as easy going down as going up, but this time your foot slipped, you thought the knot was a few inches lower, could’ve sworn it was. It wasn’t.

A few more fumbles, each of you had some, but you got down. You walked out to the road and acre and half from the treehouse. You all saw your cars on the side of the road, as far over as you could get without ending up in the ditch. You didn’t recognise their cars.

You stood there, at the fence, a second longer than you should have. You went to get in your cars, but you took just a second to turn around, look at the blurry brown block sitting in a tree overhanging a pond that could’ve been an ocean once.

You drove away, and you only had one thought between your old house, you hadn’t lived there in years, honestly it was a miracle they kept the treehouse up at all, and the highway.

Your voice trailed out behind you as you drove, catching in the branches of an old tree you knew once, and the boards of little wooden room that knew you even better.

#idk man #writing prompt #music inspired writing #writblr #childhood ig #second person narrative #been meaning to practise that one more

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