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eepy

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Bucky + whatever the fuck he’s doing with his face (Part 2)

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undersea animals when a whale dies

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PoV: You're an assassin sent to kill the 13 yrs old Phantomhive Earl and his five (5) servants come out like:

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PRINCESS CHARM SCHOOL. ↳ quotes from the barbie cinematic universe's princess charm school.

"i hope you're doing your homework and not just watching that parade."

"you'll hurt your eyes looking at this."

"i am so not a princess!"

"every girl’s a princess, some of them just have fancier crowns."

"it's time! it's time! it's princess charm school lottery time!"

"who’s a lady royal? [name]’s a lady royal! who works at the palace? [name] works at the palace!"

"i don’t belong with a bunch of fancy princesses and lady royals. look at me, I’m a waitress. i've got straws in my pocket and ketchup on my socks."

"great. i've already flunked carriage riding."

"you’ll notice that all of our students carry themselves with dignity and sophistication."

"i understand that the lottery is a joke. isn’t it obvious? commoners like you just don’t belong here."

"oh, pretty as a princess! i mean, lady royal!"

"all princesses-in-training and lady royals-in-training are due for assembly for the starlight welcome in one minute."

"fail as a princess-in-training and you will lose crown privileges."

"i'd like a proper introduction!"

"there is a legend that queen isabella and her family didn’t all die in that accident."

"that's lovely if you want to be the crazy princess who hears music in her head."

"you're practising being a princess, not being a migrating duck!"

"did you get those shoes at a garage sale?"

"a true lady royal never hangs her head."

"you should be expelled from this school, you are an utter disgrace!"

"you know what really bugs me? when commoners like [name] come to princess charm school. they make it less special. she makes US less special."

"princess charm school is the best, royal skills put to the test! we learn grace and we learn poise, now it’s time to make some noise! go princess charm school!"

"who am I kidding? i don’t fit in at all! i’m like a burp in a symphony."

"everyone thinks i don't belong. everyone except you guys."

"do you know what it takes to be a princess?"

"lt’s said, that the crown glows on the true heir of gardenia. it glowed when queen isabella was crowned, but hasn’t been seen since."

"i didn’t know PEOPLE made clothes. i thought they came from elves, like toast."

"okay, that's the craziest thing i've ever heard."

" i wouldn’t be wearing this crown without your help. will you accept being my lady royal?"

"there's a princess in every girl."

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𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts inspired by spy movies. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)  TW: firearms, death mention

> 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

"You know, I was in love with an agent once."

"I remember the Secret Service being tougher."

"I can negotiate something."

"I bet you're a spy."

"Give me the gun."

"Wow. You really are CIA."

“You don’t look like a spy.” 

"Are you here to kill me?"

"Sorry, love. Gotta save the world."

"Spoken like a true traitor."

"Christ, I miss the Cold War."

"This used to be a Gentleman's game."

"Do you really think a knife can beat a bullet?"

"Quite the body count you're stacking up."

"Is that your real name or just another lie?"

"Governments change… the lies stay the same."

"That's the code name you picked? Really?"

"So you've been lying about your identity all this time?"

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?"

"[name] was one of the most effective black op agents we've ever had."

"Sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends as well."

"I hate to say it, but, the accountants seem to be running MI6 these days."

"Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"

"It pains me to admit it, [name], but one day, you might be as good a spy as any of them.

> 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

[HANDLER] Muse A is new to the agency, and Muse's B is their handler [COMMON ENEMY] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies and get assigned the same target. [TRAITOR] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies, and Muse A is trying to convince Muse B to change sides. [FALLING FOR THE ENEMY] Muse A is supposed to seduce and kill Muse B, but instead they fall in love. [LIES] Muse A has known Muse B for a while, but is just now finding out that Muse B is a spy. [RESCUE MISSION] Muse B has been taken hostage by the enemy, and Muse A needs to rescue them. [MENTOR] Muse A is a new recruit and is paired with Muse B, much more experienced. [COMPROMISED] Muse A finds out that Muse B is an enemy spy. [RELUCTANT ALLY] Muse A is an ex-enemy agent that has been captured and, in order to avoid going to prison, has agreed to work with Muse B. [THE MOLE] Muse A and Muse B are investigating a mole in the agency. One of the muses can be the mole in this scenario. [SWAN SONG] Muse A is a spy that's been called out of retirement to work with Muse B on one final mission. [SNEAK PEEK] Muse A is a spy and Muse B has seen something that they shouldn't have. [CIVILIAN] Muse A is a spy and Muse B is a civillian that is brought in to help on a top secret project

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opportunities to feel unwanted

for muses who are just a little bit Too Reactive. maybe receiver will misinterpret! maybe they'll interpret it just fine and know what the sender means (if they're trying to Be Supportive). but here are some opportunities to feel unwanted

"Do you want some space?"

"Should I go?"

"I don't know how to help you."

"This isn't really my area of expertise."

"Have you thought about speaking to a therapist about this?"

"That sounds really hard to deal with."

"Is me being here helping?"

"I can't stay if you're gonna keep doing this."

"I can't stay, I have [work/etc]."

"Do you know what I've sacrificed for you?"

"There is so much I'd give you if you'd just let me."

"You're always like this."

"You never let me do anything for you."

"God, just let me do it. Just this once."

"I don't want you to feel alone, but..."

"I'm so tired of this."

"Can you just listen for once?"

"I shouldn't have come."

"I shouldn't have asked you."

"This wasn't a good idea."

"Maybe I should just go home."

"What do you want from me?"

"It doesn't seem like you want me here."

"[Name], I would do anything for you."

"You never ask!"

"I'm not sitting here listening to this."

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Everyone in Infinity Wars gonna be complaining about how hard these last few years have been for them until Thor rolls up with no hair, no hammer, and one eye. 

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“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”

…buddy.

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“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”

…buddy.

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Prince charming by ladyskorpia

“I found him. I found my soulmate. Behold my idiot as he spazzes into the sunset”

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Coexisting With The Fair Folk Who Have Taken Up Residence In/Around/Beneath Your University: A How-To Guide

See more of my comics here, and my art here!

Whole bunch of lore/things I couldn’t fit/everything I love about the overlap in superstition and General College Weirdness below the cut-

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Soulmate AU

Where Person A falls in love with Person B but A has no soul mark, so guiltily and longingly writes that person’s name down on their wrist every day just wishing the inked name were real

Then one day Person B sees the name and thinks it’s a real soul mark and gets all excited and they get together for a while, but Person A feels so guilty that in the end they confess it was fake and that they had to keep renewing the faded ink mark every day and in an emotional moment angrily rubs at it and the ink starts to smudge but the mark remains dark and intact as ever even after all the ink was washed off

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BRO, you NEED to STOP SUMMONING DEMONS IN THE FRAT HOUSE

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Kremin the Mad

Prompt: The Evil King isn’t really evil, just socially awkward.

The gowns picked for you were beautiful. Darks blues, greens and purples cascaded down your regal form. Your long hair left down, with a crown of braids resting atop your head, a tiara being stuck into it.

You stiffened yourself, posture poised and regal. You’d want to look your best for your husband-to-be, your mother had told you, whomever it may be. Knowing your parents, they’d want to marry you off to the wealthiest, most eligible man to take good care of you.

Allegedly, that man was King Kremin.

King Kremin of the Kingdom of the Northern Strait had many names, as you’ve learned: Kremin the Hermit, Kremin the Cruel, but most notably, Kremin the Mad. Tales have been wrought of his military prowess, commanding presence, and a fierce, loyal war dog at his disposal to devour anyone who dares challenge his authority. Even his own servants.

Many of your father’s advisors had argued against the arrangement of marriage to the King. Even the maids became so restless at the thought they’d harass your parents in droves. Some brave workers refused their services until the contract between you and King Kremin was broken.

“I know His Majesty King Kremin very well,” your father had said to his oldest advisor. “And the nicknames he had been given were given in unjust. I would like for Her Highness Y/n to make a judgement for herself upon her suitor.” Your father then turned his gaze to you, and gave a sympathetic smile, “Rest assured, if Y/n finds herself in any danger, she is instructed to write to me directly, and we will have the best of our army to pull her from the Kingdom of the Northern Strait.”

Knowing that you were very much protected and had the option to back out eased your mind greatly.

It was odd, really. Normally, you wouldn’t have been on your way to meet your betrothed so soon. You would have met for the first time at the altar. Your wedding wasn’t until months away, but King Kremin had demanded he’d see you as soon as the contract was finalized. And by the way he worded his letter to your parents, it did not seem like he was going to take “no” for an answer.

On the outside, you were as calm and collected as any future queen should be. On the inside, like ay rational person in your situation, you were a complete wreck. What if you were being baited into a trap? What if your husband-to-be never let you see your family again? What if your father was wrong, and King Kremin had earned those nicknames for a reason?

Being of royalty, you’ve all but mastered the art of hiding every trace of evidence that you were panicking of dissatisfied with something. You’ve all but learned to push your feelings and desires aside for the good of your kingdom. You kept this in mind, all the while trekking to the throne room of the grand castle of the Kingdom of the Northern Strait.

The doors barely had time to open before Kremin the Mad himself made his presence known. Had he been anxious for your arrival?

“Leave Her Highness alone with me and do not disturb us until I have one of my advisors say so.” His tone was sharp, with an edge to it, as if he rushed giving his orders to his servants. This struck you as odd. In the tales about the king you’ve heard was that he was a commanding presence, barked orders and threatened harsh punishment if one did not follow his clear, and specific instructions. This king almost stumbled over his request. His forwardness seemed… almost forced.

The guards at his station gave their king a bow. You could’ve sworn one of them gave the king a reassuring smile before leaving the throne room and you and their king alone.

The king shifted awkwardly in his throne, straightening up. The first thing you noticed about him was that he wasn’t entirely human. That he was Dragonborn, was obvious. given his odd complexion, massive draconic, curing horns and head. His scales were a dark indigo blue, fading to a muted cream down his snout, contrasted with bright yellow eyes. Most of his form was covered by a dark blue-almost black hood and cloak, a crown, perhaps especially made to twist around his horns.

“I apologize for pulling you from your home at such a short notice,” King Kremin began. “But I am not marrying a woman I just met the day of. And you are not marrying a man you just met the day of either. Even though it is against your human traditions, I will not have either of us suffer the awkwardness of sharing a bed with a stranger.”

So… this was Kremin the Mad?

Before you could open your mouth to respond, the king motioned to a wriggling little mass at his feet. He asked you to approach him to see it. Lifting the mass into his arms, he stretched it out to you as you approached him. It was a small ferret decorated in brown and white markings all over.

“This is Guinevere.” the king began. “Guinevere will be our child and therefore heir to the throne until we are comfortable enough with each other to bear children. If we ever get to that point. If we do not, I will just place a spell on Guinevere, and she shall be the next queen.”

Guinevere peeked her little head from King Kremin’s claws, stretching herself to give your hands kisses from where she was held. This was his war dog?

You almost laughed. You extended a finger to pet Guinevere’s head, and she responded in putting it between her sharp little teeth and giving kisses. King Kremin peered up at you as Guinevere happily chewed on your finger. “She likes you.”

You smiled. “I like Guinevere.”

“She has been my companion after ascending to the throne after retuning from my military responsibilities.” King Kremin explained.  "She cares not for the horrors I’ve had to commit for the sake of my people. And I hope she becomes a companion to comfort you at this awkward time.“

You didn’t know how to respond to that. The whole situation was just so strange. Kremin the Mad wasn’t, in fact, a mad king at all! If anything, he appeared to be socially tone-deaf and anxious. How did so many people spin the king’s emotional support ferret into a war dog?!

"Y-Forgive me-You seem confused.” The king spoke up, stuttering slightly. “I can imagine why, really.”

You smiled slightly in return. “Is it because I’m wondering why you’re called Kremin the Mad, when you’re not mad at all?”

A smirk rose on the king’s lips. “I’m psychic,” he replied. “No, not really, but as I said, one must do what they must for the good of their kingdom. In addition, dragons are expected to be level headed and calm at every sight. Any perfect being who looks for companionship in animals is clearly not level-headed.”

You smile dissipated into a frown. Your heart breaking for him. “That’s not right,” you replied. “Guinevere helps you, does she not?” You tapped her head with your finger, causing her to happily chuff in King Kremin’s arms.

“She does.”

“I’d imagine you’d go mad without someone to ground you like Guinevere,” you replied, causing the king to chuckle.

“I probably would, may I trouble you to bring you upstairs, for tea? Or for supper?”

You cocked your head. “You don’t want to eat in the dining room? Or don’t you need to host a ball to announce our engagement, Your Majesty?”

“Dining room is uncomfortably large, and I detest balls,” he replied. “We have no need. We will be troubled enough with a wedding as it is. Come,” he stood up, Guinevere scampering to his shoulder as he extended a hand for you to take. A smile rising on your lips, you take it.

“Oh, and please, Y/n,” he said, barley above a whisper, a smile blooming in his sharp teeth. “If we are to be married, and happily, as I predict, please call me Kremin.”