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sugar--brown ¡ 4 days
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My favourite animal! They look incredible!
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Squirrel study 🐿️
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sugar--brown ¡ 10 days
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Very excited that my special interest earns a new game!
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The original Arsene Lupin is getting a new game, titled "Once A Thief", by Blazing Griffin and Microids!
"Dive into a captivating journey through this adventure-puzzle game that explores the early life, loves, and crimes of the iconic gentleman thief. Immerse yourself in Maurice Leblanc’s famous tales, playing as both Lupin and his tireless antagonist Detective Ganimard and gaining unique perspectives on legendary stories like “The Arrest of Arsene Lupin” and “Herlock Sholmes Arrives Too Late.”"
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sugar--brown ¡ 10 days
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gives you this rock
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(makes me think of carmilla and loreli and also is warm colours and warm colours feel nice and your nice)
This is the most beautiful rock I have ever seen ;3;
And yes it has a lot of Carmilla's and Loreli's vibes
Thank you so much!
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sugar--brown ¡ 15 days
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Preparing for the Pride
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sugar--brown ¡ 18 days
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The cursed poll
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sugar--brown ¡ 18 days
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SAVE HIM
please?
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sugar--brown ¡ 18 days
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Arsène Lupin breaking in your house to rob you some long lost treasure only to find very clear evidences of you being trans. When you wake up the next morning, it's to find a lot of stuff which could help you to figure it out your transition (don't ask where they come from) with a little visit card where someone had scribbled:
You too? Congratulations, dear!
sherlock holmes deduces you are trans before you've figured it out yourself and refers to you with those pronouns and then when you look confused is like "ah...had you not arrived at that conclusion yet?" and wafts away in his dressing gown to smoke seventeen pipes, leaving you in a gender crisis
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sugar--brown ¡ 21 days
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I'm scared about the end of season one. I don't want anyone to die (please mr. Sims and mr. Newall).
Especially since - unlike tma - we don't have a clear main character with a plot armour!
So help me choose who I can get attached to.
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sugar--brown ¡ 22 days
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The magnus archives changed my vision of life... I just can’t read this kind of thing normally now...
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bees?
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sugar--brown ¡ 25 days
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boop! your pretty cool! (also i accidently unfollowed you trying to send this ask sorry) (mutual-ness has been reinstated)
Boop back! Thank you!
You are also pretty cool <3
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sugar--brown ¡ 1 month
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Oh! I did it with my friends, let me find it...
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If anyone wants to join because I don't kniw who to tag
FRUIT QUIZ FRUIT QUIZ FRUIT QUIZ
@persimminos fruit quiz!!!!
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Tagging @faggylittleleatherboy @prongsfish @ninety-two-bees @sommerregenjuniluft and whoever wants to
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I can't get over those doodles, they juste are so adorable and perfect!
girls when. little mechs doodles
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no brian, raph or marius because i ran out of room :(
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That's a very cute baaah
My dad's sheep had 4 lambs this week and he sent a video of them to the family group chat in which one of the lambs looks straight at the camera and does the cutest little baaaaaaah i've ever heard in my life so i extracted the audio from the video and improved the quality a bit and saved it as an mp3 and last night when my dad was asleep i put it onto his phone and set it as his message notification sound. now phone go baaaaaaaah. (this morning he almost threw the phone out of the window but i think he's growing on it)
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Shhhhhh... play dead, they are not aware we are alive...
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occasional posts from users
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It made me smile <3
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Ridiculously happy with how this little fucker turned out. Octokitten time !!
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sugar--brown ¡ 2 months
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sugar--brown ¡ 2 months
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@ifthestarsarewilling check this out!
bashed out a quick dr c fic for @ifthestarsarewilling! tagging @rocksanddeadflowers too since you put the post on my dash
read here on ao3 or below the cut, for dr carmilla being a hungry hungry vampire
if you enjoy it I would love to hear your thoughts!
“We’re a couple weeks out from the nearest settlement,” Brian said.
“Good.” Carmilla tried to give him a warm, encouraging smile. Brian didn’t meet her eye. “Is there any way we could get there faster?”
Brian tensed slightly. 
“If we go quickly we could get there in maybe a few days?” he glanced at Nastya for confirmation.
“No, that would burn out her engines and cause damage. A week, minimum,” Nastya said in a thick sprussian accent, staring intently at the wall.
Carmilla nodded. 
“A week, then.” She tried to project a lightness and confidence she did not feel, and ignored the way her stomach grumbled slightly. It would be fine. She only had to last a week, she could do this.
Maybe… maybe she would check again though. She walked out and to the supplies store. She rifled through various sections. Food. Chemicals. Forgotten trophies of conquest. Severed limbs floating in jars. No blood. Not a single drop, not anywhere.
“What are you doing, snooping around in here?” Ashes’ tone was not accusational, but it was a challenge. Rising to meet it was a mistake, she knew that.
“Just looking. Thought I’d check what we have. Conducting an inspection, if you will.” Carmilla was grasping at straws here, she knew that. Her excuse sounded flimsy even to her.
“The stores are my domain. I look after the stores.” Don’t you trust me, their eyes seemed to say, a simmering anger beneath. Don’t you think I’m capable?
“Yes, I know,” Carmilla replied lamely. “I just wanted to see for myself. That’s all. And I am Captain, after all.” 
She didn’t like to pull rank, worried it made her look too cold, too authoritative, but what else could she do? 
She knew it was a mistake the moment the words left her mouth. Ashes’ eyes narrowed, smouldering with anger, and Carmilla mumbled something, and fled. Why couldn’t she ever do it right? Why wouldn’t any of them like her? She was trying her best, couldn’t they see that?
Tears pricked at her eyes as she slammed the door to her lab shut. She sat down heavily in the corner of the room, her stomach grumbling painfully. What was she going to do?
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It had been several hours and, perhaps unsurprisingly, with nothing to distract her, the doctor’s hunger only intensified.
Maybe… maybe if she asked very gently, just for a small bite..? No. Absolutely not. That was not an option, unless she wanted them to dislike her more. No, she would handle this on her own. There was probably a way to synthesise blood in the lab, and she had plenty of chemicals. She’d ask the archivist, then. She would know. It’s her job to know.
Mind resolved, Carmilla made to leave. After a momentary hesitation, the took the cane leaning against the doorframe. She was hungry and tired and she knew she’d regret not having the extra support if she didn’t use it.
She walked into the library, cane clicking rhythmically. She swept her gaze around, scanning the shelves for what she wanted, but she couldn’t see anything. She wandered around the maze of shelves, checking Ivy’s usual hiding spots. 
Eventually she found her, curled up in a secluded dead end of shelves. Ivy was snoring softly, book still loosely clutched in her hand. Carmilla sat down next to her. She couldn’t wake her up, she knew demanding her services whenever she wanted with no regard for Ivy could lead to some unpleasant misunderstandings. 
Carmilla would wait for her to wake up, she decided. She busied herself flicking aimlessly through a biology textbook. Nothing useful, of course. She zoned out and began to daydream of her next feed. She could practically taste the blood on her lips, and she licked her fangs hungrily. She looked at Ivy, sleeping so peacefully. So vulnerable. She imagined how it would feel, to sink her teeth deep into Ivy’s flesh, and drink, like her life depended on it. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly, to drink and drink until she’d had her fill.
“What are you doing?” Jonny’s voice was rough, and angry. He stood in the aisle of the shelves, fists tightly clenched at his sides. 
Carmilla realised with a start she was fully bent over Ivy, her jaws mere millimetres from Ivy’s neck. She flinched backwards and stood quickly.
“Nothing,” she said a little too fast. “I came to find a book.“ That was mostly the truth, she supposed. 
“Get away from her,” he said, voice shaking slightly with anger and fear.
“Jonny, I wasn’t-“
“Go away!” he said, raising his voice. 
Something hard settled in her gut. She could be angry too. But she swallowed her own emotions and ducked her head slightly in a display of submission, and Jonny let her pass as she hurried away. 
She was so, so hungry. Maybe she should go to bed. That might make her feel better. She entered her bedroom, and setting her cane aside, she clambered into bed. She couldn’t seem to quite get comfortable, and it took a long time before she finally fell asleep.
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When she awoke it was dark and the ship was quiet. The middle of Aurora’s night cycle, she supposed. But she didn’t much care. She hugged her stomach. There was a sharp, intense pain, the hunger taking root deep within her. She needed to feed. She had to.
With a sleep-addled mind, she climbed clumsily out of bed, and followed the faint scent of blood that drifted unbidden through the air. She opened the door it lead to softly. Jonny’s room. Of course. His bloodstained clothes reeked of his last killing spree. She didn’t want that though, didn’t want old, dried blood, she wanted, no, she needed real, fresh blood. She licked her lips, trying to satiate the dryness in her mouth. 
She brushed Jonny’s hair from his face tenderly. He looked so peaceful when he slept, so unlike the violent, angry boy she’d come to know. Before she knew what she was doing, her teeth were sinking deep into the flesh of his neck, and she drank deeply, warm, metallic blood flowing down her throat, and it was like a breath he fresh air.
Jonny screamed and thrashed as he awoke, but it was not enough to push her away. 
She retreated hastily as he retrieved the sixgun he kept on him at all times, quickly leaving the room and hiding behind the wall as Jonny fired erratically in her direction.
“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” he screamed. 
“Please,” Carmilla begged. “Please, I’m so hungry, I’m so hungry,”
Jonny cried out and sobbed with pain as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding in his neck, but it was no use, blood spurting out from under his fingers as he died. Jony fell silent, and Carmilla knew she had to act fast, faster than his mechanism. She pounced on his prone form, and drank and drank until he had nothing left to give in a maddened feeding frenzy. 
At last she pulled back, looking upon her work with horror, bloodstained and satiated. What had she done? What had she done?
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