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baggy-holmes · 6 months

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i heard there was a full moon last night…

#me #selfie #hehehe #gab after dark #for sure #cheeky #feeling spicy #i’ve been sitting on this for a while #thought it might be shown some love here #;)#goodnight #don’t think of me too much #scheduled post #two in one day #i spoil you all #this is for everyone who stayed up late

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baileybasses · 2 months

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click the source link to find #359 gifs of fiona palomo in nada que ver. all usage rules can be found on the gif page itself. please like and reblog if you found this useful.

content warnings: flashing lights.

#fiona palomo gifs #fiona palomo gif pack #fiona palomo gif hunt #gif pack #gif hunt #rph #rpc #fcxdirectory #supportcontentcreators #gifsociety #gif pack by idalis.#two in one day #i'm on a roll truly

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fullcry · 1 year

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Guys guys guys (2.0)

#I’m dead #deceased #two in one day #THEYRE GOIN ON THE NERD WALL #trigun #trigun stampede #vashmeryl

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no1alpinefan · 7 months

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Come What May - John Cardoza + Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer

7-22-23 m

#john cardoza #yvette gonzalez nacer #moulin rouge #moulin rouge the musical #moulin rouge tour #moulin rouge musical #musical theater #musical theatre #theatre #broadway #musicals #two in one day #but i'm in denial that they're leaving in one week!#and i will see them leaving #im so emotional about it tbh #audio gift

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mangaka-devotee · 7 months

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DAY 11 OCTOBER ART

Prompt fictional animals

Day 12 October art

Promt Anthropomorphic animals

#October #october promt list #october art 2023 #october art prompts #october art challenge #october #animals #antropomorphic #furry #demon #two in one day #day 11 #day 13 #artist #artwork #art #artists on tumblr

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tehrogueva · 1 year

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Saw This Cross art by @toxicatedspirit and just wanted to say it as Cross.

How'd I do

Cross Sans belongs to @jakei95

Music from NieR Automata - Peaceful Sleep

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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ok but imagine that calliope still has feelings for Morpheus (and maybe he still has feelings for her too) but she ends up witnessing Morpheus falling in love with y/n, a painful thing for her to see his beloved falling in love with another

A ballad of sorrow and heartache

WC: 471 AO3 (i love kudos)

Relationship: Morpheus x reader, slight Calliope x Morpheus (from Calliope)

Notes: as requested, Calliope POV, some reminiscing, a touch of hurt and angst.

Thanks anon for the request, I hope you enjoy it, I'm sorry for the smaller fic, but hey, quality not quantity :)

If you enjoyed this story, there are prompts: Cat!Morpheus, Jealous!Reader Desire impersonating Morpheus, as well as an ongoing fic.

Calliope, youngest of the nine sisters, muse of eloquence and epic poetry, has always hoped that freedom would taste as sweet as ambrosia, and as she breathes in the clean air, the starts twinkling above her, she realizes that her hope is fulfilled.

She has dreamed about walking freely amongst mortals, to inspire those who deserve it. The call of Mount Helicon is strong, and how she wishes she could return to the blue skies of her homeland, but not yet.

While this place only holds misery, it is also where she and Oneiros saw each other after so long. Over time, she has convinced herself and her heart that her feelings for him has waned, that all she has left is contempt, but that is not true.

He had come for her. Eons may pass, but she will never forget that in her hour of need, he had helped her, wrathful in his desire to see her tormentor truly punished.

Their last parting had been full of cruel words and regrets, and Calliope considers his silence and absence, although painful, still a mercy. After all, she knows what he did to Nada. Loneliness is better than hell.

I do not hate you. The words twitch inside her chest. How she longs to truly reconnect with him, her ex-husband, the father of her son. She shall carry the grief and sorrow over his death until the day she becomes nothing more than dust and ash. She wishes he would share it with her.

One day, she may visit Oneiros and the dream realm, and it fills her with hope and heartache. Although he had been soft and considerate, he still rejected her, and it hurts.

But maybe all she and Oneiros need is time.

The Greek had a talent for tragedy. She remembers Archilles’ heartbroken wails over his lover’s dead body, Odysseus’ desperate journey to return home, or Ariadne’s heavy grief as Perseus left her. It has inspired many songs and tales.

As she watches Oneiros talk to the mortal, she too feels inspired, eager to grab a scroll and write down her pain.

In a cruel twist of fate, the mortal is a writer, but nothing like Richard Madoc. Calliope has felt the sincere glee as the writer finishes chapter after chapter, has seen the deep exhaustion as the stubborn mortal spends hours upon hours in the library to research, and the kindness shown to everyone, be it friend or stranger.

Oneiros deserves someone like that, someone who can remind him that humanity is good. Someone he might inspire with a dream. Someone unburdened by ancient memories.

How Calliope wishes that she were that person. How Calliope wishes that she was the one Oneiros was smiling at. Her heart feels like a dead weight inside her chest.

One day, perhaps.

#the sandman #calliope the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #calliope x morpheus #my writing #two in one day #i was on fire #now i am just tired #my sandman fics

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nachosncheeze · 6 months

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Anyone who has ever in their whole life dug even one proper big hole in the ground knew that Blindspot wasn't serious the minute Kurt Weller was holding a shovel and up to his elbows in a nice squared off burial plot.

#TWO in ONE DAY #i think that very few people in the film and television industry have dug holes and those who have probably wish to forget #six months after the series finale he needed a backbrace and a walker #i hope the FBI's health plan covers therapeutic massage #blindspot #blindspot 1x23 #blindspot thoughts #blindspot nonsense #send help

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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turned my water into wine #4

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes place long before the events of my fair lady. prompted by @crispysnake. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

Keyleth can hear her governess calling her from the garden terrace, and she giggles and ducks lower among the branches. From up here, she can just make out the small speck that must be Miss Gemma, who is insistent that Keyleth begin her Ancient Abyssal studies, even though they are dreadfully boring and require her being cooped up in the castle all afternoon instead of where Keyleth would actually rather be, which is right here, high in the branches of the cherry tree on the edge of the grounds. Honestly, it is silly of Miss Gemma not to look here first for Keyleth, because she is always being caught here, and Miss Gemma is always very cross with her for it.

Keyleth decides to crawl up higher, hoping that maybe being closer to the whistling summer winds will make it more difficult to hear her governess's chastising tone. Up here, the air smells delicious, like cherries and flowers and the sun. Sometimes, when Keyleth closes her eyes, the wind will touch her forehead just so, and she swears she can remember what it felt like when her mother kissed her there before bed.

It has been two years, just about, and Keyleth still cries for her mother at night. She knows she shouldn't—she's seven now, and far too old to be crying in the dark like a baby—but she can't help it. The shadows seem to loom farther, the castle seems to creak louder now that she cannot slip into her parents' chambers and snuggle into her mother's arms.

Keyleth's stomach twists at the thought of it. It isn't as though she doesn't want to go to her father when the terrors of night creep in. She just knows how busy he is, how little sleep he gets as a result of his duties as sovereign. Miss Gemma tells her all the time how she must not be too much of a burden for her father, lest the entire nation feel the consequences. Keyleth knows she is being a burden now, clambering up this tree instead of sitting dutifully in her lessons, but she wants to soak up as much sunshine as she can before nightfall, so that maybe the sunlight will stick with her in the dark.

She plucks a cherry blossom from one of the highest branches and presses it to her nose. The scent reminds of her the time her mother took her on a walk through Zephrah to show her the town they lived so near. They stopped at a sweet shop, and the nice lady behind the counter gave Keyleth a little bag of hard, sticky candy that nearly glued her teeth shut. Her mother's laugh rang out high and clear as she tried to talk and it came out as gibberish. Keyleth squeezes her eyes shut and tries to live in the memory as long as she can. There's a sharp tug in her chest that she can't identify, but she thinks it means missing her.

The governess's calls are getting closer now, and Keyleth sighs. Ancient Abyssal awaits. She carefully begins her descent down the tree, but just as she's about to reach the bottommost branches, her foot slips, and she is careening through the air toward the ground. She lets out a terrified shriek, her hands outstretched, and then, from nowhere, a strong gust of wind ripples from her to the ground and then bounces back up. This gust immediately slows her fall, and when she hits the ground, she does so with the force of someone who had just toppled out of a low bed and not a towering tree.

Keyleth lays face-down in the grass for a few moments, stunned. She rolls over only when the need for air grows too great, and then she lifts her palms up toward her face to examine. They look as they usually do: small and a bit reddened from all the tree-climbing. Yet Keyleth is sure they must be different now, because they just conjured air, air that saved her from a nasty injury.

"Your Highness!" There are rapidly approaching footsteps, and Miss Gemma, her stern but kind governess, is there, carefully sitting her up. "Did you fall? Are you hurt?"

Still staring at her hands, Keyleth makes a snap decision. "I am fine," she says quietly, brushing her hands on her already dirty skirts. "I am sorry for being late. I'm ready for lessons now." She pushes up and begins walking toward the castle, resisting the urge to inspect her hands more closely. She doesn't know what just happened, but she knows it saved her life, and somehow, she knows her mother is to thank.

#TWO IN ONE DAY #I CANNOT BE STOPPED #THIS IS ALL I DO NOW #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fic #my fair lady #turned my water into wine

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baggy-holmes · 10 months

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