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couldn't be vox

waking up every morning be like

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Me with all of my angelniss ideas, but lack of motivation to write them. 💀

Pondering my orbs.

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something i genuinely love about making kink art for people is there's an honesty about them. like someone contacting me to say "can you draw my fursona being pampered and fattened by toriel from undertale" and i say "yeah gimmie like a week to get a wip ready." like its so mundane. but think for a moment that person is confiding with me a deep fantasy they have. something they might not tell a lot of other people about. definitely not family or coworkers or non-furry friends. but they're coming to me, fully exposed. their soul laid bare. naked. about something they feel deep within. and for me it is tuesday. i dunno i feel like i live in a world where a lot of creative works have to focus more and more on keeping up appearances. Marketing themselves, being advertiser friendly, obeying whatever trend or algorithm demands it. A lot of it feels disconnected from people. So having someone come to me personally and request: "draw the avatar of myself being loved exactly the way i want to be loved" or "draw this person who represents my ideal partner" or "draw me loving my body" or hell even "draw me being a nasty bitch" it's honest. it's brave. it's intimate and trusting. i think its beautiful. Hell yeah i'll draw it. Your dream deserves to be given life and i really hope i succeed.

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The faint rapping of knuckles against wood was unmistakable, ringing out through the otherwise silent Brooklyn neighborhood, breaking the eerie silence of night. Anthony stood outside of his brother's brownstone, the chill of the cold, January wind nipping at the back of his neck. A light snow blanketed the sidewalk and he shivered, pulling his cream colored trench coat tighter around his shoulders. He knocks again, this time a little louder, his foot tapping impatiently. White powder crunching beneath the sole of his black boot as he shifted uncomfortably in place. It took a minute, but he heard the creak of stairs, the sliding of a metal chain, and then, as the door was cracked open, felt a pair of dark eyes fall upon him at last.

He knew he looked a mess. Blond hair disheveled, mismatched eyes swollen with tears, nose and cheeks red from the cold. His brother swore softly under his breath, and then the door swung open the rest of the way to reveal Nicolo, in his boxers, holding a sawed off shotgun, which was quickly set aside. “Jesus, Tony. It's fuckin’ 2AM.. I coulda shot ya.”

Anthony was ushered inside of the home, the significantly warmer air immediately wrapping around him like a comfortable blanket. But even once outside of the elements he was antsy, hands trembling, eyes darting around the room as if searching for something. None of which went unnoticed by his older brother, who was watching him with a stern expression, arms now crossed over his chest.

“Whattaya doin here at this hour?” Though, he had a feeling he knew even before the other opened their mouth to speak.

Their eyes met, then, seeing the look of judgement, Tony quickly averted his gaze. He sucked in a breath of air, then hissed it out before he spoke, making it painfully apparent that neither of them wanted to be having this conversation. “Nico, listen, I need ya ta hear me out jus’ this one time..” The words came out too quickly, “None’a Pa's guys will sell ta me anymore on account’a what happened with Frankie last time we were usin’ together. I jus’ needa little bump an’ I'll be outta–” “No.”

“Nico, please! I swear I'll never ask ya for anything again! I just need enough ta get me through the night, then I’ll find a new dealer, one outside pop’s territory.” His desperation was apparent. Nico could see the track marks and bouquet of purple and green bruises in the crooks of his elbows. As well as the long, red scratches clawed into his skin from withdrawal. Anthony sniffled, the grumbled the words, “...I'll do anything.”

Words that made the older sibling’s breath hitch in his throat. His glare remained as icy as the sidewalks outside. He knew that Anthony hadn’t meant it *like that* but he couldn’t help his mind from wandering to the pretty picture of his younger brother finally being put in his place beneath him. A fantasy that he knew that he couldn’t indulge in.. but maybe, his throat felt dry as he swallowed, crossing to his coat rack and retrieving a small dime bag filled with white powder from one of his pockets. He dangled it in front of the blond’s face, laughing dryly at the undisguised hunger that immediately flickered into his eyes.

Seeing Tony like this, bone thin and willing to do anything for a hit, it broke his heart. Much as he’d never admit it. What he said next was meant to shock his brother. To make him realize how ridiculous the whole situation was. To trigger the idea that maybe, just maybe, he should get help rather than blindly offering himself up for whatever.

“Fine. Ya really want it that badly? Get on yer knees.”

But when Anthony immediately sunk down without so much as a second thought, he was the one who was left blindsighted.

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look i finally finished this meme i started like a year ago *v* i thought now was a good time hehe

please tell me their ship name is StarDust?🙏✨

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Anyone else gasp and clutch their pearls during the part of fashionably late where he says, "I'm letting you know she liked my post up on my Facebook?"

That whore! 😂😭

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So.. this just happened.

I notice a pattern in my behavior. I Google whether or not there's a sexuality for that. There is. Or at least.. there is a word for it.

I look up the pride flag because I'm curious.

First pic is a red flag.

WELP. 😂😭

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Spidercest dates but they're all chaotic:

A carnival date where they get kicked out of an amusement park for cheating at the games/fighting the carney because they want a better prize.

A bar date where they get kicked out for bickering too loudly about something and then end up having sex against a dumpster out back.

Shooting range/archery/axe throwing dates where they keep trying to one up each other.

An escape room date where Niss shoots the lock off of the door and then says that it wasn't even hard and Angel is pissed because he wanted to do it for real. 😤

Etc etc etc

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sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

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Everyone STFU. I love him. 😭

Angel with a blob fish and an "angel" fish. Posted to Viv's tumblr October 17, 2013.

"Angel has a weird love of strange fish, but he is HORRIBLE at taking care of them."

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weird freak mutual to weird freak mutual connection

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April 1, 1912

Nicolo Morello was pacing back and forth in the narrow hallway of his family’s home in Syracuse, Italy, in his pajamas, hair a mess and thick brows furrowed. A serious expression on his little face.

The baby was coming soon. A pretty pink ribbon had been carefully crafted by long, slender fingers, and hung on the door outside of the home a few weeks ago.

A doctor had arrived early this morning, before the rise of the sun. The slamming of the door had woken him, and when he came to investigate, rubbing his tired eyes, the man had all but pushed him aside to get to his mama. He'd tried to peek inside, but his father had shooed him away with an irritated growl, a troubled expression on his face.

The inside of the house was eerily quiet. Tensions were high. All of the adults in his life, even nonna, had taken to speaking in hushed whispers, refusing to acknowledge him or answer any of his questions.

A shrill scream pierced the air, splitting the silence, and he pressed his ear up to the door of his parent’s room only to be met with the sound of his mother's soft sobbing and more wails.

He could hear his father’s deep voice whispering to her, a soothing tone, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

His grandmother caught him listening in and scolded him, steering him away from the door and back into the direction of his bedroom.

It felt like an eternity had passed between the time that he'd been woken up, and the time that someone finally came to knock on his door. In the time, he'd since gotten dressed and combed his hair, reluctantly eaten the breakfast made by nonna, and basically wringed his fingers to the bone waiting.

“Nicolo? Siete pronti a incontrare i bambini?” (Are you ready to meet the babies?)

“Bambini? Pensavo che ci fosse solo una bambina.” (Babies? I thought that there was only one baby.)

“Anche tutti gli altri la pensavano così. Vieni a conoscere i tuoi fratelli.” (Everyone else thought so too. Come meet your siblings.)

He almost tripped over his feet with how quickly he stood up, rushing to the door, only to be met by his grandmother's wrinkled hand, which he took without hesitation. There were tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face, and it made him feel that much more apprehensive about the whole thing. Each step towards his parents room was filled with dread.

The moment he was allowed inside he ran to his mother and climbed up onto the bed with her where she was clutching a small bundle of cloth, staring at it with loving eyes.

He wrapped her up in a tight hug, choking out soft sobs. “Mamma! Avevo paura per te.” (I was scared for you.)

She shushed him, gently rubbing small circles on his back. “La mamma sta bene, tesoro. Tu stai bene.” (Mommy is okay, you're okay.)

He let go and sniffled, looking at his mom first, her tired blue eyes twinkling kindly as she gazed back at her eldest child affectionately. Her long, blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun. Then, to the newborn child that she held in her hands. She beckoned him to sit down, and he did, pressing his cheek against her shoulder as she handed the snoozing baby off to him carefully.

He gasped, it was bigger than he'd thought it would be, and heavier, too, with a beautiful little face that looked like a doll's.

The tiny tot made a fussing noise and opened its eyes, blinking up at him with the tiniest little pout. Nicolo scrunched his nose up in confusion at the itty bitty anomaly. The thing had two different colored eyes, one brown, and one blue like some sort of changling child. “Cosa c'è che non va?” (what's wrong with it?)

His mom laughed and took the child back, bouncing it in her arms to soothe it's fussing. “No, non c'è niente che non va con Antonia, amoruccio. Shh, shh..”

Her freckled hand made a motion to her husband, his father, who was holding another small bundle of cloth, to come closer so that Nico could see.

Enrico crouched down so that Nicolo could see the little girl in his hands, but unlike his mother, his father didn't immediately hand the child over, keeping a possessive hold over the baby that was wrapped up in their father's strong arms. The two were identical in every way except for their eyes. Marianna had two pretty brown eyes, which she batted as she reached out to grab his finger with a little laugh.

“Questa Marianna.” (this is Marianna)

Both babies were placed in his lap and he hugged them close, his heart swelling with love for them already as he held them close. “Ti proteggerò, promesso.” (I'll protect you, I promise.)

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you guys ever drop something three fucking times in a row and then decide to fucking leave it because clearly Whatever Powers Be don't want you to pick it up/hold it? FFS.

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The commision I got of my #valangel baby from @ruskeptical turned out so freaking beautiful! I genuinely can not recommend them enough! If you can support this lovely artist, please do! 💖

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I'm in the mood to write some new AUs for HH today, also kinda just working through old ones that I've started writing down but never finished and fine tuning them.

Revamping my HH high school/college AU so I can write it out. Also thinking a lot about my asylum AU. Might spam posts at bit later, might not.

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No one. Literally not a soul:

Angel Dust:

Blow your load, then hit the road

Suck some dicks, then hit the bricks

Get dicked down, then get outta town

Get a cream pie, then say goodbye

Go for a ride, then run and hide.

Take it up the ass, then hit the gas.

Fuck 'em fast, then leave 'em in the past.

Plow then ciao.

Ejaculate then evacuate.

Hit it then quit it.

Squirt then revert.

Finger, don't linger.

Ride their cocks, then change your locks.Run a train, then jump out the nearest window pane.

Ruin their sheets, then hit the streets

Be their favorite whore, then run out the door.

Run a train, then jump out the nearest window pane.