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Aaaargh I feel like my hyperfixation on Alfred is disappearing, and for about 2 months I've been in terrible apathy. Now I'm trying to somehow fixate on my old fandoms (Homestuck, Pokemon) and discover something new (the FNAF movie. Especially Steve Raglan omg). I don't know what I'll do with this blog, maybe I'll post my drawings not related to Alfred

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Do you have an AO3??

No I don’t 😭

And I don’t think I would ever have( because I’m not really a writer ,English is not my first language and most of my fics are just some selfship stuff for myself

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Memes

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Monsters!Molina boys doodle

Ox!Andres , Medusa Gorgon!Hank (and also very sketchy Gargoyle!Hank), mantis!Stephen, Werewolf!Maxim and Incubus!Manuel

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Happy Valentine Day yipeee

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I'll try to sketch something with Molina boys for February 14th through my apathetic episode graaaah

Thinking about Comte in bunny suit

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dump sketches

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When Alfred Molina auditioned for Raiders of the Lost Ark, Steven Spielberg said to him as he was leaving: "'Oh, Alfred, you don't have a thing about spiders, do you?'"

Speaking about making the film a few years later, he remembered: "The tarantula thing - that was the first day, and this man arrived with a big suitcase, and inside were all these different compartments with what looked like a tuft of straw in each one.

"Underneath each tuft of straw was a tarantula! So anyway, this guy's putting these spiders on me, and these spiders are more scared than I am, and he's kind of keeping up this running commentary about the spiders - 'You know, it's very hard to train tarantulas.'"

Molina thinks there were at least a couple of dozen spiders on him for the scene. "[But] they're not moving. And I hear Steven say something like, 'Why aren't they moving? They look fake.'

"And the guy, the spider wrangler, says, 'Oh, well, because they're all males. You see, we have to put a female in there, then they'll fight!"

Okay, put a female in there, says Spielberg. "And he gets a female, and he puts the female somewhere on my chest. And suddenly, oh, all hell breaks loose! These spiders, they're running and they're dropping, and they're kind of fighting, and they're running over my face and up [my back], and as this was happening Steven was going, 'SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!'"

Spielberg yelled, "'Alfred, look scared!'" to which Molina's genuine panicked response was: "I am scared, I AM!"

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hank is fun to draw

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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THESE PHOTOS FROM MATADOR ERA

I found them on some random VK (Russian social media) channel lol

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he deserves it

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Mine and only mine

Maxim Horvath x OC

MDNI!! SMUT!!

IMPORTANT:

- This fanfic was translated with the help of a translator and my very sleepy brain. So there is can be a lot of mistakes. This post will be a test. I will be very glad to your comments and feedback. Maybe I will delete this post later

- CW: violence, blood, cuts, wounds, Maxim is an asshole ,smut, breed link (?), PIV, possessive behavior, tmask OC ,dom/sub (?), choking a little ,sorry if this fic too harsh

- About OC: Dan. ~800 y.o but looks on 23 y.o. Tmask. Have pale skin and blonde hair short hair. He have known Maxim since childhood.

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Scarlet cuts, bright flames cover pale thighs. They leave no living place.

The claws dig deeper, it seems as if they are about to cut through to the bones and muscles. They rise higher, reducing the weight. Only the sharp ends leave behind neat white stripes when they run along the waist, closer to the chest. They grab possessively, forcing the nipples to harden. Pulls, tears a quiet whine from the lips.

- How sensitive ... - he growls quietly, blowing hot breath on the young man's ear. The man feels how the young body shakes, begging for mercy, but not a word has escaped from the tender lips yet. - Still so silent ... I always liked it about you

Rough lips touch pale skin, starting to leave gentle, unusual kisses. Feels how he relaxes, begins to trust.

Trap.

Sharp fangs burrow into thin shoulders with a sharp movement, tearing off a squeal. Hands. Paws clasp the waist. He savors, feeling how scarlet blood came to the fangs. He revels before leaving another kiss on the wound.

Marks.

- mine. - the man growls quietly.

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Horvath is no longer what he used to be. A proud, arrogant young man who kept his enemies in fear. He never dared to harm creatures weaker than him. Especially when Dan appeared in his life. A small child who had great brother love for Maxim, and he, of course, in his manner and understanding, responded in kind. The young man swore that he would never intentionally harm this little creature. But time passed. Millennia passed before they met again.

Horvath became a monster about whom legends were composed. Magicians of all stripes laid down their powers at his feet. After his imprisonment, his insides began to feed on an inexorable hatred for everyone.

And now, the words of the past remained only a quiet echo in his head, when the prey appeared before his eyes.

Prey.

Prey.

Meat.

Just a piece of wool that he would eat and not choke. The prey that he wanted so much. The prey that would be only his and no one else's.

He will harm.

He will harm.

He would harm, caring only about his centuries-old hunger.

Hunger.

Hunger - that's what overcame him when the matured Dan appeared before him. Thin arms and legs, lanky, awkward. Still silent. Still obedient.

Obedience.

- Horvath! - breaks from young lips, when he begins to drive inside. Thin fingers scratch a broad back, feeling the fullness inside. Sweat appears on the temples, with each new thrust. The man's hands grab the waist, pushing deeper, pressing closer. Fangs dig into the already crippled neck and shoulders, trying to leave as many marks as possible.

- come on, birdie, sing a song for me - a rough tongue runs over the skin, forcing the young man to exhale sharply.

- Horvath, please ... - the voice trembles. Moans. Whimpers. Cries from every movement inside. - I can’t...

He does not let him finish, quickly grabbing the thin throat with sharp claws. Squeez. Makes pale lips tremble, either from fear or from pleasure.

Prey.

Raw meat in front of a predator.

The thrusts become stronger, more insistent.

- mine. mine and mine only. you will become a beautiful body for my offspring. You will be a wonderful toy for my pleasures, while I will devour you from the inside, Dan. - the voice breaks with heavy breathing. - mine. mine. mine. - each word is accompanied by a heavy push, before a heavy growl penetrates through the fangs. Fills. Takes the catch for himself.

A thin waist arching, running his fingers through short hair, pressing closer. Screams. So pleasant, but fear penetrates to the bones. A hooked nose buries itself in a thin neck, reveling in the smell. The smell of victory.

Prize.

Prey.

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not Molina-verse ,but I really like colors heh

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(sighing dreamily) so there's this old man

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Sketch of Andres because I love Andres sm

does it count as a homestuck reference?

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WIP Andres Galan plushie or something like that

I hate him, but I love him