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fullscoreshenanigans · 2 months

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Posuka Demizu's second artwork for Norman's birthday 21/3/24 (first)

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disconnecteddissonance · 1 month

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Personal headcanon:: N25 Luka has massive pupils

Kanade get your dog and buy her contacts

#project sekai #megurine luka #vocaloid fanart #vocaloid #fanart #nightcord at 25:00 #n25 Luka #messy art #my art #digital painting #pjsk fanart #pjsk #n25 fanart #pjsk mafuyu #pjsk kanade #pjsk memes #lol #headcanon #I headcanon n25 Luka having the most dilated pupils of the group and KAITO the smallest pinpricks of pupils

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lisbeth-kk · 2 months

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Sherlock fandom.

Needles and Pins

Sherlock has always been fascinated by sharp objects. When he was five or six, he stole some of his mother’s thinnest and sharpest needles and penetrated the skin on his fingertips without drawing blood. He felt no pain either. It was captivating. When his mother found out, there was drama and lectures about how he could’ve been injured. An endless tirade he grew tired of after trying to explain himself. He didn’t want to get hurt. It was just an experiment.

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Both his parents and Mycroft believed his drug addiction had to do with his early experimentation with the needles. It obviously wasn’t. Sherlock was actually quite disappointed with his brother for even considering it. He wanted peace and quiet, from his own thoughts and his bullies. The numerous pinpricks on his arms told a tale of endless hours of despair, but also blissful silence.

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Sherlock’s scars from being stitched together by John’s skilled doctor hands, he wore with pride. John was meticulous, the marks were barely visible. but Sherlock knew it pained John to mar his flawless skin. (John’s words, not his.)

It took him quite a while not to flinch when John kissed the evidence of Sherlock’s past abuse on the inside of Sherlock’s arms when they made love.

“They don’t hurt anymore, John,” Sherlock tried to reason with his best friend and lover.

“I know, my heart. Kissing them gives me comfort. It’s a way for me to soothe what I couldn’t when it happened. When I wasn’t there. When I didn’t know you…” John explained and went silent, holding Sherlock tight.

After that, Sherlock let John kiss the signs of his past without complaint or embarrassment. They were a part of him and the fact that John loved him despite of what they symbolised, was nothing short of a miracle.

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#flash fiction friday #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfic #FFF246 #pinprick

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kkkkkkkitty · 7 months

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#homestuck #hs #kanaya maryam #that one grimharlequin post is one of my favorite things ever....I saw a picture of a mantis & the combination of its green pigment + huge #pinprick eyes reminded me of her #mantis mandibles are so cute...they are such expressive creatures

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i-think-therefore-i-fan · 11 months

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I'm seeing people getting all excited for the upcoming reunion episode, particularly for Imogen and Laudna.

I suspect it's going to be very anticlimactic.

You have Imogen reenergized, refocused and rewardrobed. All excited.

Then you have Laudna. Who executed someone in a misguided clutch at control. Knows that through that, it slipped through her fingers. Because she couldn't control herself or Delilah or who cares. She was too weak. I think she feels a tremendous amount of not guilt, but shame.

And when Laudna sees Imogen and have much she's thrived without her, she will either compartalmentalise everything... Or she will distance herself. Two sides of the same coin really.

This is different than with the rock. Imogen isn't upset - she's doing fantastically. How long before Laudna listens to the feeling telling her it's best to be alone. That maybe she's outgrown her, maybe similarly to the child she knew in her past.

It would be interesting seeing if Imogen does anything about it or not. She probably has never experienced a Laudna who distanced herself.

How quickly before she addresses it, if at all.

So yeah I'm setting my expectations low.

#laudna #imodna #bells hells #imogen temult #critical role #laudna critical role #Laudna is way too fucked up right now #and imogen is so focused on not pressing her that i see things going nowhere fast #i think Laudna will be very happy that Imogen did so well #equally she will berate herself for needing her and being an unnecessary burden #and Imogen will wonder why her feelings of excitement aren't being matched #dunno #right now i barely see a pinprick at the end of the tunnel #i should sleep

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iamunabletothinkofablogname-art · 2 months

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Moss by @swiftmitsu edited cause i wanted to fix the headd

@randomexistingthing :3

#my art #my posts #utmv #sans au #moss sans #utmv art #idk if i improved the actual head from last time but the bg is better >:]#uhh i know i have another tag but i forgot #so ye #THE FACE PROPORTIONS DONT SIT RIGHT WITH ME BUT I CANT FIX #oh yeah its not obvious but the green on him is the lil light pinpricks

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sparring-spirals · 2 years

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Brennan bringing proper physics into the magic of invisibility and blending that into Cerrit's crazy good perception and his extensive training.... big brain hours, I'm such a fan.

#even if its only two pinpricks... they need to let the light in #critical role #cr spoilers #exandria unlimited #exu calamity #exu calamity part 1 #cerrit exu #exu cast #brennan lee mulligan #shitpost

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corrodedbisexual · 9 months

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Suck it better

Steddie | E | ~3.5k | AO3 link

Featuring: Porn With Plot (a little bit of plot ok I tried), Hand & Finger Kink, Thumb-sucking, Praise Kink, Competence Kink (if you squint), Hand Job, Blow Job, Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Boys Kissing, Experienced Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington

A slightly belated gift for @stobinesque 🥰 happy birthday new friend!!!

“Sorry, sorry, just a sec,” Steve chuckles, scrambling to tug his sweatshirt from underneath Eddie’s butt. “I’d really rather not have a needle stuck in my dick.” Above him, Eddie giggles. Steve tosses the shirt away and looks up. “What?” Steve raises his eyebrows, unable not to smile back at Eddie’s cheeky expression. Eddie bites on his fist, looks away, then back to Steve, his grin impossibly wide. “Well. If that happened, I could always suck it better, you know.” *** An impromptu lesson in mending clothes takes an unexpected turn when Steve accidentally stabs his thumb with the needle.

They are in the middle of their weekly hangout at Eddie’s trailer, stretched out on the bed in his room, when Eddie suddenly says, “Hey, you’ve got a hole in your shirt, Stevie.”

Steve tugs on the edge of his green sweatshirt to see where Eddie’s pointing. There, he sees it; just below his armpit, the seams have come apart, revealing a gap about two inches long.

It was about time that happened, he supposes. He’s had this shirt for years, and it’s a little tighter on him now that he doesn’t regularly play sports or adhere to a diet. But it’s one of his comfiest ones, so soft and worn. Also, kind of a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, when he was just a high school student, blissfully clueless of what lurks beneath Hawkins.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “I really liked this one.”

Eddie snorts.

“You sound like it got set on fire, or something. It’s fine, it just needs stitches.”

“Right, if only I had a… girlfriend who could fix it for me,” Steve replies. He almost said mother, catching himself at the last moment; it’s kind of pathetic to assume your mom would be mending your clothes at nineteen years old.

Eddie narrows his eyes at him.

“Well, maybe not a girlfriend, but you do have a friend. ”

Steve shakes his head.

“Robin doesn’t know how to sew.”

Eddie groans, kicking him lightly against his shin.

“And that is exactly why it’s sexist to assume you need a girl for the task, Steve.”

Eddie bends over the edge of the bed and reaches under it, pushing some items around audibly, then letting out a triumphant grunt and coming back up with a metal tin box. Bigger than the one he usually carries weed in. He opens the lid, and when Steve looks inside, he sees a bunch of various colored threads, a small pillow of different sized needles and pins, scissors, and several other items he can’t quite place.

“Not all girls can sew,” Eddie speaks, taking a couple of green thread rolls and bringing them to Steve’s sleeve in turn, putting aside the one that looks almost the exact same color. “And not all those who can are girls.”

“Oh,” Steve says dumbly. “I wasn’t… trying to be sexist, sorry. I didn’t know you can sew.”

“What, did you think my battle vest was custom ordered?” Eddie smirks, untangling the thread and biting through it once he has the length he needs; Steve’s too ashamed to admit that it’s kind of exactly what he assumed. “I made it myself. I make a lot of things. Been sewing my Halloween costumes from scratch since I was thirteen. Plus, I patch up my own and Wayne’s clothes all the time. This kinda skill saves you a whole lot of cash.”

“That’s… really cool,” Steve finally says, genuinely impressed. Narrowing his eyes, Eddie pokes the thread into the needle once, twice, then swiftly pulling it through the eye. “Wow, how’d you do that so fast?” Steve laughs. “I remember my mum cursing up a storm for several minutes every time. She was obsessed with embroidery for a while.”

Eddie smirks, setting the thread down and wriggling his fingers in the air. “I guess I just have very talented hands, Stevie.”

Steve swallows, hoping his cheeks don’t look as red as they suddenly feel, because… he’s having a really, really hard time not thinking about exactly how talented Eddie’s hands could be.

Steve blinks back to reality when he realizes Eddie’s saying something to him.

“What?”

“I said, gimme.” Eddie chuckles and tugs on Steve’s sleeve.

“Oh.” Steve looks down at his sweatshirt, then up at Eddie, needle with a green thread already in hand. “Eds, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m aware, I don’t see you holding me at gunpoint,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I can’t bear witness to a perfectly good thing being thrown in the trash. Also, it literally takes five minutes, do I look busy to you? Come on, shirt off.”

Read the rest on AO3

#took a break from my virgin Eddie agenda for this and it was fun to write #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #smut #misha-bawlins fanfic #tw blood #(very minor literally just a pinprick)

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sonlc · 4 months

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made a new oc in that roblox game. its name is pinprick and it’s a dragon unicorn hybrid

#pinprick #I’ll draw it at some point maybe…

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ceruleancattail · 8 days

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*grabs you by the collar*

You. Brainrot in my inbox now

Yandere, fluff, whatever.

MEET ME IN MY INBOX WE GONNA HAVE A VERBAL SPARING OF WORDS

#the mage’s hat 🎩#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #MEET ME IN FRONT OF THE FERRIS WHEEL FOOL #WE ABOUT TO HOLD HANDS AND GO ON IT #AND WATCH THE STARS AND THE PINPRICKS OF LIGHT ON THE FAIRGROUNF #YOU HEAR ME IDIOT????

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the-insouciant-scientist · 2 months

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The average person in the Neath doesn't know that the stars are all Judgements, but boy howdy can it be an experience when they finally learn (and I am rotating this song in my mind with that context hghdhhhgg)

(Enchanté - Dirt Poor Robins)

#the scientist scribbles #lyrics #fallen london #'i miss the days when stars were saintly' especially gets to me in this context #stars are just these beautiful pinpricks of light so far away and our sun is so warm and bright and it loves us right? well. no not really

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noodles-07 · 1 year

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IN THE BACKWOODS OF THE WORLD IN THE WINGS UNFURL TWIRL THE UPSIDE DOWN FROWN OF THE DARK ON THE TIPPYTOE TIN ROOFTOPS AND THE VODKA DRAMA THRIFT SHOPS ITS THERE WELL MAKE OUR MARK IT STARTS OFF LIKE A PINPRICK A TRICK OF THE LIGHT OIL SLICK AND GROWS TO THE SIZE OF YOUR HANDDDD

#sOOOOO normal about this song #<- lying #whatever joey does with his voice at the pinprick part is fucking. unholy I stg it's so !!!!!!!!#the amazing devil

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lamortwrites · 19 days

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I'm gonna get such a bad grade in bleeding

#NORMALLY THIS WOULD BE A GOOD THING #BUT NOT WHEN I AM TRYING TO TAKE A FUCKING BLOOD TEST #AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ash.txt #my sample's gonna get rejected bc there's not enough blood and then I'm gonna have to redo and it's gonna be even longer before I can order #hormones!#fuck!#I used ALL THREE LANCETS that they sent lmao you're supposed to be able to fill both tubes with just one prick #relatively they need such little blood the gel was 1ml and the edta was only 0.5ml but I. couldn't even manage to fill both 🙃#like I didn't even need to use the plasters after there's no way anything else is coming out #I have three tiny pinprick bruises which I KNOW probably means I fucked up and the sample's gonna lyse but w/e I tried #blood tw #ig

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toxifoxx · 29 days

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how bitches with silver eyes stare at you

#his pinprick pupils just really add to it #this isnt really anything special i just felt like drawing him #if anyone wants to toss some ideas my way...#im open :3 #my art

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lonelymentality · 2 years

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hello tumblr ghesties i think y’all will appreciate this shot of Sodo from last night’s ritual (Saginaw, 9/19)

#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #fire ghoul #nameless ghouls #barking #mine #i am obsessed with the way the reflection in his goggles makes it look like glowing pinprick eyes #its my new phone background

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nyamadermont · 2 months

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Pinpricks

#FFF246 Pinprick

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Avatar: Legend of Korra

1036 words (oops)

After days away from Eboshi, Lin’s tension was making her clumsy. The takeout bag, her briefcase, and her key all felt huge and heavy. Both of them had been looking forward to an evening with no obligations, and they had intended to relax at Eboshi’s apartment.

Lin was running late as usual. Adding insult to injury, her briefcase slipped from her fingers and dropped on her boot.

It wasn’t the first time she was glad for her uniform boots protecting her from the heavy metal case Tenzin had given her for her promotion to captain. She took a moment to smooth out the scratch with her thumb.

The case wasn’t worth repairing.

With it on the floor where it fell, she twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. A quick glance told her that Eboshi wasn’t in the living room, which meant she was in her workshop. Lin sighed. Clearly, her evening wasn’t going to plan, either.

At least she could bend off her armor and stash it in the chair by the door. The case floated inside from the hallway, landing with a loud thunk on the floor.

“Lin?” came Eboshi’s voice. “Please stop knocking around out there. You nearly made me miss a stitch.” Lin’s mood deflated just a little more.

This sigh carried her all the way to the kitchen, where she saw what had to be Eboshi’s bowl in the sink.

“You ate already?” she called over her shoulder.

“I had to. Li Peng made a mess out of this commission and we are nearly out of time to finish. Leave me alone so I can work.”

The weight settled a little more heavily across her shoulders as she placed the bag on the table and removed the container with Eboshi’s arctic hen order. Once it was in the fridge, Lin reached out to call her briefcase to herself, and the chopsticks from the drawer.

She lifted her eyes to the window, but could only see the periodic flash of the R3 lighthouse on Yue Bay, a faraway pinprick of light. She shook herself and removed a communications plan for the upcoming Founders’ Day festival.

Some time later, Eboshi huffed in annoyance, yanking Lin’s chopsticks out from where she had stuck them in the container. “Lin, you know better than to stick your chopsticks in your noodles that way. It’s a good thing it’s only me to see you being rude.”

Lin’s attention shattered. She twisted up to look at Eboshi. “Rude? We had planned to listen to your radio show tonight and spend some time together. I brought that arctic hen order you like so much, but find out you had already eaten without waiting for me. I’m not the only one being rude.”

Eboshi flounced across the kitchen to pull out a glass and fill it with water. She drank it down without stopping for a breath. When she set it down in the sink, she continued in the same aggravated tone. “I would have called you, but you told me never to call you at work. Something about us both needing our privacy.” She whirled away, keeping her back to Lin before stomping her way back to her office.

Sighing yet again, Lin closed her paperwork and shoved it back inside the case. The food container joined its companion in the icebox, and Lin washed Eboshi’s bowl before replacing it in the spot she thought it belonged.

As much as it rankled her, she gave some consideration to trying to craft an apology.

I’m sorry for trying to consider your reputation.

I’m sorry for trying to protect you from the scrutiny I get all the time.

I’m sorry for trying to keep you safe from people who want to hurt me.

She bent over the sink and splashed water on her face. She leaned her elbows against the edge of the sink and held her face in her hands. A long list of colorful language ran through her mind until all she could say to herself was, “Spirits.”

A slow, measured breath helped her square her shoulders and rub her face. The towel had her dried off and presentable with just a quick swipe.

Lin rapped her fingertips gently against the door, the way Eboshi had demonstrated on their first visit to her apartment. “I know this seems absurd to you, but when I’m concentrating on my stitching, it can be catastrophic for me to have you jerk my attention away.” After knocking for almost a whole minute, Lin knew it was safe to enter.

An impressively bright array of lights lined the far wall, hanging above the plane of Eboshi’s work surface, but below her face. Lin had listened, torn between fascination and boredom as Eboshi had described her work area. She could admit to herself that it had been Eboshi’s sparkling interest that had truly won her over that evening.

Approaching from Eboshi’s left was always preferable, when possible. Lin would block the minimum amount of light, and not run the risk of jolting Eboshi’s sewing hand.

Tonight’s project was a gossamer-light hanfu. The pale lavender fabric was almost hard to see it was so thin. The pattern Eboshi was embroidering along the hem was barely darker than the fabric itself. Lin tried to understand the folds she was looking at, but knew it was entirely outside her skillset.

It was just so beautiful that Lin found herself reaching for the fabric.

“Lady Wang asked me to finish this tonight to deliver tomorrow. You might even see who’s wearing it at that gala you told me you didn’t want to attend for the art museum. At least you’ll get to see it in its final form. I’m not going to be helping with the fitting in the morning.”

Lin had to use her eyes to convince herself she was actually touching the fabric because it barely registered on her stone-toughened fingertips.

But the pinprick of the needle made her jerk her hand back.

When she shook her hand in irritation, she couldn’t understand why Eboshi gasped.

Until she saw the bloodstain spread along the delicate weave.

get out get out get out get out

#flash fiction friday #FFF246 #pinprick #lin beifong / oc #lin beifong #Red Jade #nyama's short fics

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