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nataliesscatorccio · 6 months
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The Secret History, Prologue / Yellowjackets
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tsunael · 8 months
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Sweet little sparrow, I hold you so dear But to hold too tight, Is my biggest fear
poem from @/lucalepus
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thespaceyace · 1 year
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sorting the collection 🫖
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cosmic-light-fics · 10 months
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J.M. Darhower, Sempre (2014) | Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (2006) | Bob Marley "He's not perfect" | Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (1930)
Media credit: @devisrina
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after almost five hours i finally finished my drawing of kaveh holy crap
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I would put a silly caption here but my brain has passed away. light of kshahrewar or whatever
pls enjoy this drawing guys it has killed me
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littlemissmanga · 10 months
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You're taking spicy 200 word prompts too? Oh boy!!! I'm excited, let's see, I absolutely need something with Echo but I can't decide between prompt 8 or 10 so I'll let you decide between the two, I just NEED some Echo love right now! Thank you in advance 🥰💕
Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble
Yes ma'am! I got a Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Jesse so far (like I'm collecting Pokemon over here), but no one has asked for our sweet Echo yet!
Since Juicy Jesse got prompt 10 (not that I'm opposed to doubling up but I kinda wanna share the love) let's go with 8, “Seems like someone likes to be praised.” Also I hc that Echo is a little shit and that is exactly how he would tease.
IDK why this one was so hard to write, but I'm satisfied with it. I hope you like it!!
Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x f! Reader
W/C: 601
Warnings: Explicit spice, NSFW, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise.
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“C’mon, love, you can give me another,” Echo bargained, his head resting on the meat of your thigh as he watched his fingers disappear into your heat.
Your muscles trembled beneath his cheek, and he looked up, past your heaving chest, to see you shake your head. You couldn’t verbalize your refusal with anything more articulate than a series of sweet, short little whines.
“Yes, you can. My good girl always gives me what I need, and right now, I need to see how gorgeous you look when you drench my hand again.”
It wasn’t really a shock. Echo always noticed how bashful you’d get when he’d whisper sweet words to you normally. But he wasn’t expecting how tight you’d squeeze his fingers in response to his compliment, your hips tiling forward to push him deeper.
“Oh? Seems like someone likes being praised,” he teased lightly, chuckling as you tucked your face into the crook of your arm. “Do you want more? Do you want to hear how hard your pretty little sounds make me?”
Echo smirked as you mewled in response.
“How sexy you are grinding down on my hand?” He tilted his palm so the heel ground against your clit as his fingers curled inside you, your hips jerking in response.
“How good you are, getting so wet for me?” He began thrusting harder, letting the wet slap echo through the room.
“How you look like a karking goddess when you come?”
Echo picked up the pace, well and truly fucking you with his fingers as he lost himself in the sounds of your pleasure, his own hips grinding lazily into the mattress. He could feel your muscles tightening beneath him, lifting his head so he could watch as you fell over that edge.
The shift let him adjust his angle, striking that spot that had you arching off the bed.
“That’s it, baby. I need you to feel good. You deserve to feel so, so good.” Your entire body was locked in tension, and he knew just how to make it snap. Pushing himself up your body just a little, Echo whispered, “Just let go; I got you.”
The words barely left is lips when you started shaking, seizing as pleasure wracked through you, a guttural cry piercing through the air.
Echo kept his fingers deep in you, letting you use him to ride out your orgasm until you began shifting away from the overstimulation. Rolling onto his side, Echo pulled you into him, holding you gently and stroking your hair softly as you slowly came back to yourself.
After a few minutes, you look up at him, a lazy smile painting itself on your face. Echo could feel it mirrored on his own lips.
“How are you doing?”
“Perfect.” Your voice was raw but filled with satisfaction. You pressed closer to steal a kiss. “You always make me feel perfect. Always so good to me. Good for me.”
Echo could help the satisfied shiver than ran through him, and unfortunately you noticed. Your eyes narrowed playfully.
“Oh? Seems like someone likes being praised,” you teased, parroting his earlier words. He tried to regain control of the situation, but your hand slipping down to grab at his weeping cock stopped any rational thought.
“You’ve been so good to me. I think it’s time I return the favor, don’t you?” You asked, sliding down his body to press light, kitten licks to his tip.
Echo knew right then and there he would praise you every time he took you to bed if it meant earning your rewards in return.
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lizzie-bennetdarcy · 2 years
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Noah Reid: Fashion Icon
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This is for the brilliant and insanely talented @mostlyinthemorning ❤️ Thank you, friend, for this incredible idea. I had so much fun making paper doll Noah! I plan to revisit as Dad Noah blesses us with more fashion icon looks.
I also want to add a blanket permission for those who wish to print these out for your own use. I just ask that you please reblog, and also tag me in pictures! I am currently without a printer so I would love to see what these look like cut out.
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littlehornedoak · 7 months
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Gladiolus Knight
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phoebenpiperx · 7 months
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Happy Birthday to my fab collab, @kaysonthejackal
I made this gifset in honor of your birthday!
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and a bonus one (because they're just too adorable!):
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deathly-nymph · 7 months
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Star Plains (076 Tale)
Star Plains (076 Tale)
Abel has always been here, sitting in the plains made of stars, greeting everyone that arrives and listening to their tales till they move on.It was confusing at first, the concussion (as one of the robed men called it) only made figuring things out harder.
But Abel persevered and figured out how the place worked, the places that acted more sentient than others, the places that should be avoided. Abel knew everything by the time the Puppet showed up.
The Puppet was remarkably similar to him, it sharing the same long black hair and strange marks along its skin, although it was certainly older and more scared.
Abel simply thought of it as like a scared kitten or sheep, simply needing time.
Abel managed to convince it, in time, to tell him some tales of life outside of the Plain.
And Abel heard about the Scarlet King, the Angel at the Gate, and the strange Howling from the Moon some people would report.
Then the Puppet disappeared into thin air, as if never truly being present in the plains at all.
The next visitors were a group of people, dressed in strange clothes and speaking a foreign language (Greek, they called it), they told Abel of tales they had collected themselves.
Of how Aphrodite incited a war, of how Medusa was slain by Perseus, of how Persephone caused Winter.
They all scattered around eventually, before fading away just like the Puppet had. (Although, this time it felt far more permanent).
The next group of people wore even more strange attire, and carried an image of a serpent.
Those people told Abel of the Serpent in the Library, guarding knowledge and learning. They also told of a new fledgling organisation called "The Foundation". The second half interested Abel, although the people were gone before he could ask more.
The next time the Puppet showed up, it seemed happier, and spoke more clearly.It told Abel of the mythos of Egypt, of the Serpent that tried to eat the sun each night, of the goddess who took the power of a Name from the Sun, of the revived underworld god.
The Puppet stayed for longer this time, teaching Abel how to read most of the languages the people would bring with them, before fading back away.
The next person to show up was a Ginger Haired man, terrified and scared, Abel sat by him till he calmed, and listened to his tale.
Apparently this man (Jack Bright) worked for the Foundation the people had spoken of (Serpent's Hand, Bright had called them) and had been transporting something called 'scp-963' before a 'containment breach' occurred ("It's when an entity, an Anomaly or scp manages to get out of their containment, it's pretty dangerous") that lead to him being sent here by an entity called '076-2' .("The Guy's name is Abel, looks just like you, he's extremely violent, but the Foundation thinks that they've figured out a way to calm him")Abel nodded, taking in the information given, so the Puppet was a physical construct that looked like him?
Before Abel could ask anything else however, a strange amulet shape appeared around Jack's neck; it was ornate, a gold or silver base with ruby's laid into it.Jack's expression changed to one of shock, before he faded away.
Abel couldn't understand what had fully happened, so he simply moved back to where he was originally and continued waiting.
The next time people showed, it was Several women, all of whom looked strange, human but just barely so. They introduced themselves as the 'Seven Brides' and said they were waiting for some people.
And one by one, people showed up and one of the seven would hold them close and comfort them ("Don't worry dear, it's over now, you'll be safe here"-"Shh, they cannot get you here"-"Look at me, we are sisters in suffering and we don't have to suffer any longer, alright?") before walking with them as they Faded.
Eventually only the Seventh remained, Abel once asked her who she was waiting for, but was only told that "we won't be meeting her for a very, very long while dearie. And anyways, it's not something you should worry too much about." So he chose to avoid the subject in any other conversations.
The Seventh told him tales of Metal Gods, of Living Flesh and of Serpents in the ocean that abhorred consciousness ("Its name is Antesha, it doesn't mean to destroy what prevents its enjoyment, however twisted, that's just an unfortunate side effect.").
She ("Oh! Just call me Abby dearie.") was the one to figure out how to manipulate the stars around them into becoming things, creating a small grassy plain with trees and flowers before falling asleep, waking once every few months to check if her person had arrived yet.
Abel used it to create living things, like doves and finches, to fill the plains with the echoes of chirping birds, along with small waterfalls and forests, the echoes of running water and rustling leaves joining the chirps of birds.
The next person to show up was a man, he had no name nor face, or if he did Abel couldn't see it. (He also felt that this person didn't belong here. Like they were an intruder.) His form seemed to flicker, taking on the appearance of a male with either black horns or large wings.
("These? Oh, those have been here forever, I'm 001, that's what the Foundation calls me.""Being called a number doesn't sound nice.""I'll call you Alexander.""Alright then, my name is Alexander, yours?")
Alexander stuck around, never really seeming to fade, when Abel asked why he simply responded "They can't fully decide on what I am, either I'm the Monarch in Scarlet or I'm the Angel at the Gate. When they finally do, I'll be able to go onwards, but that's not something you should worry about, ok kid?"
Before smiling and turning back to continue reading. Able wanted to ask more, but knew that answers wouldn't be given, so he went back to where he previously was.
Jack Bright showed back up again next, hair messy and the tale he told Abel, was one of immortality achieved by accident and unknowingly, when Abel asked about the Puppet he told them as much as the Foundation had figured out.
("So far, they've been calming him down by letting him spend nights in the forests nearby and it seems the Stars have a calming effect on him, I wouldn't be surprised if it's because of this place.")
Bright disappeared a while later, and Abel was left with many more questions than answers, but decided no, he wouldn't ask.
The next few people to show up wore white coats emblazoned with the Foundation's symbol, their faces looked strange, almost barely human.
Abel disliked them immediately, something told him they shouldn't have been there, that they don't belong here. And just as the thought of "you don't belong here, you've not died yet" raced through his head, they suddenly disappeared.
The next time the Puppet showed up, it seemed far happier, yet it didn't spin tales nor melodies to him, rather it offered a hand.
Abel simply took it's hand, and walked with it to a doorway that had appeared, bright lights slightly blinding him, before his vision adjusted.
When it did he noticed that he wasn't in the Plains anymore, but rather on a cliff-top, overlooking the ocean, a group of people in a strange uniform (Foundation symbol stamped on) crowded around the edge.It felt different, but Abel simply walked behind the Puppet, as he heard it speak;
"I'm back, and I brought him here too."
(AN; I've always enjoyed the concept of 076 being two fundamentally different anomalies, one being Able and the other Not!Abel. It's something nobody has explored (to my knowledge) so I'm taking it into my own hands and shoving the words onto here. I hope you all enjoy!!
Order of Arrivals; !!
First; Abel obviously, he arrives almost immediately after his death!
Secondly; "Puppet" or 076-2! He's described a few times with different behaviours, I imagine as he slowly becomes acclimated to people he becomes a lot calmer! He's also Made to BE Pandora from the mythos! Although that's not mentioned I believe!
Thirdly; A group of OC's from Ancient Greek! They're how Abel knows that others beside the Puppet can access the realm and tell him about Greek mythos when he asks for a story!
Fourthly; Serpent's Hand members! All are OCs and are the reason Abel becomes curious of the Foundation
Fifthly; Dr Bright!! He's scared due to both the feeling of dying AND how similar Abel and Puppet both look (as Puppet was made in Abel's image to BE Pandora!) Eventually though he does realise the difference and tells Abel some things before the Amulet sucks him into a new body!
Sixthly; The Seven Brides Of The Scarlet King, although I may dislike their origins, I still included them. They fade away with their irl counters and the Seventh remains because hers hasn't shown up yet!S
eventhly; My personal 001 Interpretation, and entity who's appearance is based on how people INTERPRET it, it's either the Angel or King at any time (although they both exist as SEPARATE entities from it), Abel calls him Alexander after the historical Alexander the Great!
Eigthly; Foundation workers who AREN'T DEAD!! They've stumbled upon the place while alive and Abel doesn't take well to this due to his connection with it and the fact they're being very obnoxious, hence them getting kicked out!
And FINALLY;
He meets the rest of Omega-7 after Puppet brings him out of the Realm to meet them, they were the ones who asked if Puppet could bring him through there after Bright described him! ))
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dont-leafmealone · 6 months
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Part 2/2 in my Halloween special fic in the cancel your reservations / no more hesitations series, wherein the poker club Halloween party goes better than expected.
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eighthwholove · 1 year
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A very happy birthday to the fabulous Paul McGann!
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Happy birthday to the wonderfully talented, (not to mention handsome) Paul McGann! Born on Saturday, November 14, 1959. 
Wishing all the best for a lovely day!
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summersofsalt · 2 years
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a harlivy marker sketchdump
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fuitgummybat · 1 year
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Initial D’s Deja Vu but with that noise the pufferfish eating the carrot makes
Video by dartheritis, Audio by me
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lady-assnali · 1 year
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AKNIGHTRA OMG YES YES ‼️‼️‼️
YES VERY SOON!!! I AM FORMATTING AND DOING FINAL TOUCHES 😁😁😁
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nephilimeq · 1 year
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Not Even Thinking We Could Tame the Wild
Here is the fanfic that I was working on for the past two months for the Witcher Winter Gift Exchange! @whispered-story​ just for you! and thanks to @witcherficwriters​ for giving me this opportunity.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43811290/chapters/110167045
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Not Even Thinking We Could Tame the Wild
Word Count: 65k+
Rating: E
Summary: Geralt has invited the bard back to Kaer Morhen a year after the events of Voleth Meir -- though Jaskier is eager, he still has doubts, remembering all that has come between him and the other witchers in the past. As he makes the decision to stay with him, his heart fully pledged to the man that he decided to follow all those years before, he knows that something about himself has changed and he is scared of what it means. ...And what will Geralt do when he finds out the truth about his bard?
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