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im sorry i said that i wanted to replace your tendons and muscles with thin spectral cords of myself so i could draw you up and pull you around like my puppet. in retrospect that was kind of a weird thing to say and most people don’t wanna get possessed or whatever. could i instead coil myself around you like snakes and move you how i want with more brute force? is that more normal

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that man looks pathetic and yet whimsical ! im keeping him

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i love characters who are like oysters emotionally

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Commission done by cereza365.

Theon stared at the flames over the rim of his wine goblet, brooding on the injustice of it all. “I rode beside Robb Stark in the Whispering Wood,” he muttered. He had been frightened that night, but not like this. It was one thing to go into battle surrounded by friends, and another to perish alone and despised. Mercy, he thought miserably.

— ACOK, THEON VI.

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Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt 😋😋

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[girl who would like to take a break from being a person voice] yeah no I'm just a little tired today

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“how do you write again after a long break?” you just start. that’s the horror of it. you just. start. and then the story opens its eyes.

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Reciprocity

Rating: E Pairing: France/Lithuania, background/implied Prussia/Lithuania Length: 4.4k words Warnings/Tags: Non-Con, Napoleonic Wars-era, oral sex, anti-Napoleon sentiment Summary:

Francis was drawing him up by his shoulder, and lightly holding Tolys’s chin between his thumb and forefingers. “Lithuania, I presume?” he asked, in French. Tolys nodded, taking a moment to remember the language of Ivan’s court and hoping that his accent did not betray how little he enjoyed practicing the foreign tongue. “If it please you, sir, Vilnius welcomes you,” he managed to say without any stuttering, which seemed to satisfy Francis greatly. “It does please me,” he said, with a chime of amusement in his tone. He used the light grip on Tolys’ chin to turn his head and kiss his cheek, and then the other. His lips were soft, windbitten, and lingered and Tolys could feel the curve of his smile against his skin.

June 1812. Lithuania comes under new management.

Terrible, no good, awful FraLiet. Blame @doomspiral for this one.

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need alfred f jones to get hit by a citibike while in NYC

i just think it would be silly

a citibike of all things

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Unrelated stuff, a lot of lithuania

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Could you draw more Lithuania (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

YES I’ve been thinking about him and the commonwealth era… so I actually doodled him w Poland and Belarus,,, here you go 🫶

I’m still exploring how I want him to lewk like

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Nyo!LietPru for my soul, canon long hair version and haircuts version <3

Gabija is dressed for landscaping bcs I think she'd want to be outside all day and of course Julia is an RN.

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"But that ship is toxic and problematic" okay ❤️ yay ❤️

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The best tragedies will have you thinking "I wish it could've gone any other way" and "this is the only way it could've ended" at the same time

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My comfort couple 🫂