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Call me Kes
@likethehotsauce.bsky.social
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i write; it’s like drawing blood from a stone. but it builds my character. read my fanfic on ao3

i like cuss words. fan: ofmd | deadloch |welly paranormal | wwdits 2014 | murderbot

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uh. are you sure?
screenshot of a board inspirations link from pinterest. Four images are shown for board inspirations based on the subject “US flag.” The first two images are fanart of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. The last two images are of the USA flag.
December 9, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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wip wednesday

from the penultimate chapter of my angsty confessions-themed Vianton fic “Hideous Risk”
Anton turns off the tap. The corner of his lips twitch upward; he knows Viago is there. It never takes him long. He turns to look at Viago. “Hey, mate. How’s it in there?” He keeps his hands, still dripping, over the sink. He gives them a little shake. “You are not doing the washing up at your own birthday do, are you?” Viago scolds him. Anton chuckles. “No, just rinsing them. Letting ‘em soak a while.” He towels off his hands. Viago watches. Anton’s hands are sun-baked and large. Freckles run over the knuckles and golden threads thatch up from his arms. One stray drop of water trickles down his right hand, in the shadow of the handtowel. It catches on a vein jutting from warm-coloured skin. When he was a little boy, Viago hated to see the veins on the backs of people’s hands. Worse were the veins on the tops of feet. They made his tummy squirm; he even went jelly-legged just looking at them. Those kinds of veins bulged from beneath his father's pale feet, lying over the arched bones. His grandmother’s hands boasted veins as purple as Blaukraut. Knowing his aversion to the veins, his great uncle would tease him. He’d catch Viago's little feet while the boy sat on his lap and would press them and Viago would faint. Then, he and his great uncle would get scolded, when Viago revived— his great uncle for teasing him, and Viago for “laying it on too thickly.” Viago no longer hates them. Actually, he likes them. Actually, he’s attracted to them—not even in a vampire way, really! Particularly, he likes the hands of a man who has aged some, whose labor has roughened his grip, whose muscles force the blood vessels up, against his skin, so that they can be seen. If he lightly stroked his finger along the bulging veins in such a man’s hand, ach, then, he may still feel a little weak.
December 3, 2025 at 9:56 PM
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me when i get three whole comments on a chapter of my fic!!! :D
a screenshot of Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon ; she is crying so hard streams of tears are spouting from her eyes. her mouth is wide open as she is wailing. her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. added text at the bottom reads: you’re so nice!!!!
November 27, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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oops, i’ve been on picrew making Vianton again

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a picrew image of two chibi style characters sitting beside each other, facing one another. i have chosen options for them to resemble Anton and Viago from What We Do in the Shadow 2014. Anton has freckles, a green spot in each hazel colored eye, and is wearing a jacket, jeans, and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. Viago wears a black gothic cape, fancy blouse, and boots; he also has little bat wings on either shoulder.
November 23, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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late wip wednesday!
All the fish and all the veggies that he brought back from the Wellington night market (the human one), are barbecued and eaten, so it is time for the karaoke! The werewolves are all chatting to each other about what songs to sing. Meanwhile, Anton is sharing a funny story to Viago, Stu, and Declan. “… It was a bit touch and go,” Anton is saying. “Must’ve been at it for five minutes by the end, which feels a hecka lot longer when you’re doing 100-120 compressions a minute!” Declan asks, “And you saved him, au?” Declan is nested between Dion and Stu on the sofa. He is looking much better than he did earlier; Dion told Viago that Declan had a “bit of a freak out” but he was “all sorted now.” “Pulled through, yeah,” Anton answers Declan, with a nod, “Quite a trooper! Glad I was passing by; nobody else at the dog park seemed to know how to give resuscitation.” Viago can no longer restrain himself. He is staring at his friend in astonished consternation. “And you have done this für einen Hund?” he exclaims. Chuckling, Anton says, “Uh, it was a dog, yeah, if that’s what you’re askin’, mate.” “I didn’t know they had CPR for dogs,” Stu says. He is interested; possibly, it’s because he has two pet spaniels. “Where did you learn?” Before he can get an answer, however, Deacon demands Stu’s attention. He crashes onto the sofa armrest, against Stu’s side. He is wanting to know if Stu will sing a song with him on the karaoke machine. Since Stu has been (rudely) stolen away, Dion asks, “What sort of dog?” “Saint Bernard?” Anton takes a guess. “Not real sure about the breed. Big fulla, though; he had a ribcage like a bear trap!” Viago exclaims, this time wordlessly. A Saint Bernard is a very large dog! he thinks, And so drooly! Suddenly, he is overwhelmed by a fit of giggles; they flutter up from his tummy like hundreds of little butterflies. Anton— doing breaths for— a drooly Saint Bernard! He cannot bear it!
November 20, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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if you see this post your getaway vehicle

gotta be one of these cool rides!
illustrations by Richard Scarry of seven vehicles shaped as different ordinary objects for his Busytown books. There is a car shaped as a corn cob; an apple; a pencil with rainbow stripes; a pickle; a hotdog with mustard and bun; an egg; and a banana
November 20, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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if you see this, quote with a female anime character you love:

Maggie Mui ♡
Maggie Mui, one of the Paper Sisters from Read or Die the TV, sits in front of a window with her knees drawn up. she is reading a small book
November 6, 2025 at 2:07 AM
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went on a walk with my fam to the nature cabin and, why, look! who is this crashing-out little fulla i drew?

Anton Anderson the Alpha Werewolf!
a sketch of Anton from What We Do in the Shadows 2014, just head and shoulders. drawn in purple felt-tip pen. he looks haggard and has sticks and leaves in his hair
November 2, 2025 at 6:52 PM
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November 1, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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felt like Columbo, might delete later
photograph of user in a Lieutenant Columbo costume with a stuffed basset hound toy and a fake cigarillo
November 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM
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if you see this, quote with a robot that isn’t from Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, or Transformers
screenshot of Secunit from the Murderbot tv show: it stands alone in a storage room facing a wall. it leans forward and drops its head against the wall in an expression of defeat, exhaustion, and stress
October 30, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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saw an unrelated post and made a vianton meme
screenshot of a post that has been heavily edited. a picture shows Anton from What We Do in the Shadows looking haggard and unimpressed. the post is created by user A Vellington Wampire whose profile pic is Viago. the text reads: Anton Anderson has the longest cock. 2.5 miles and solid rock. it is a truly unique experience. beneath the picture of Anton is a subtitle that reads: Anton Anderson’s cock is totally Not for the Faint of Heart
October 28, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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wip wednesday two weeks in a row?!? must actually be writing this thing

from the second chapter of “Hideous Risk” | a Vianton fanfic
Later, lamb chops, rib eyes, and savs are plated and the lads are carrying off the ones which are theirs. Anton calls to them as he’s brushing off the grill: “Leave the vamps be; you know how they are. And I don’t want to see any dishes left on the roof, oi. If you climb up there, you bring your dishes back down with ya!” From Anton’s rooftop, Deacon’s peevish voice shouts. “We have already claimed the roof! Do not bring any of your vile meats up here!” This is punctuated by Vladislav hissing. Not missing a cue, Nathan M. makes a crack: “Who’s he to talk about vile meats?” Clifton shouts up: “Roof’s the worst place to be, aye, ‘cuz smell rises.” Deacon shouts back: “What are you saying? The air is fresh up here.” Declan also says, “I don’t think that’s right, Clif.” Natan G. says, “That’s air, au. Air rises.” Dion says, “Stu says it’s ‘heat rises.’ He’s right actually, it’s heat.” Deacon shouts down: “What are they going on about?” Anton feels a bit of arrhythmia kick up. “What’s Stu say?” Clifton shouts. Never mind that everyone he’s speaking to is within ten feet of him. Stu says, “It’s heat rises.” Clifton says, “Yeah, nah, but, like, on the heat? Smell rises on the heat, aye?” “Alright!” calls Anton, who cannot listen to another noise complaint lecture from his neighbor. “Leave it!”
October 22, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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screenshot of Viago shaking hands with Anton taken from the film What We Do in the Shadows. image is edited to have a speech bubble covering the bottom to indicate Viago is saying the text of the quoted post
October 21, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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good soup be upon ye!

image credit: samuelroukins on tumblr
Roach from Our Flag Means Death season 2 drinks from a bowl of soup while aboard Zheng Yi Sao’s ship.
October 16, 2025 at 12:17 PM
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very late, but a little wip wednesday

from “Hideous Risk” a Vianton fanfic (chapter one is on ao3 here: archiveofourown.org/works/706025...)
Anton has a sip of beer. He's immediately a bit miffed that he's no less thirsty or stressed or too warmish. He rolls the beer bottle in his palm, between his thumb and pointer's primary knuckles, arguably making the beer less able to do its job. Not too long ago a couple or more of the other werewolves were hanging around, but he must have ignored enough of what they were trying to chat to him about because they've gone back in the house. Anton doesn't notice beyond a simple, unconscious easing up of his shoulders. In his mind, he does a replay of a conversation he had with Vladislav, just before coming out to the barbie. Viago was gone to the market; he'd practically run out Anton's back patio door. His dark eyes were so wilted. As soon as Clifton and Dion cleared out, Anton went up to Vladslav and asked: "Is Viago alright? Seems a bit..." he shrugged, suddenly at a loss. "..upset?" Vladislav, ever the inscrutable one, deigned to wrinkle his eyebrows at Anton. "He is Viago," he said. The tone of his voice conveyed that he found Anton's question unnecessary at best, and outright silly at worst. Then, begrudgingly, he added by way of explanation: "He gets moody at times." Anton bit back an angry retort. He's known Viago for ten years. They've become, in Anton's opinion, quite close. After all, Viago is the only one of the vampires with any sense; he's always caring for the other two, tempering their extremes... softening the edges. Much like Anton provides for his pack. Viago is the alpha of the vampires. But, Anton didn't say that to Vlad. Instead, he just said, "Right. But, don't you think he's been quieter? Or... I dunno, a bit down?" For what felt like a lifetime, Vladislav held his face in an impassive rictus. An eyebrow finally twitched. He said, "No." Anton has another sip of the beer. "Funny vampire," he mutters, but what he means is "bloody vampire" or "fucking vampire" or "infuriating cunt." He takes up his basting brush and goes to work on the lamb.
October 16, 2025 at 3:00 AM
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describe your bluesky account in a single image
a copy of the bernie sanders meme. he stands on the side of a street and wearing a gray coat. bold text across the bottom reads “I am once again” no other text appears
October 7, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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“Hideous Risk” | a Vianton fic | Mature

Chapter One now available: tinyurl.com/2skprc47

Viago and Anton contemplate mortality, the past, and the future. Each has a confession burning in his throat; but to divulge their secrets is to take a hideous risk.
title card for a fanfic. background image is an extreme close up of an ink drawing that has been heavily altered with a screen printing filter and faded rainbow filter. the drawing shows a person biting their thumb with a despondent, pensive expression. text overlay reads: hideous risk, a vianton fanfic, mature
October 1, 2025 at 2:33 AM
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screenshot of from Thor Ragnorak— Thor is talking to Bruce Banner. his face is scrunched up with a tight smile, expressing doubt or disagreement.
September 26, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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screenshot from our flag means death season one. Black Pete is being interrogated by the British navy and he’s feigning ignorance. Subtitle has been edited. Text reads: I didn’t even realize there was rapture happening.
September 24, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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why was post deleted?!?!?
screenshot of a bsky post. text reads: i think this video is pertinent to people in the usa. let's learn from our neighbors and also offer support to them where we can. with the following link: youtu.be/0z_9pxcLoQI?si=GGRVLA0QB3jH8t9D
September 24, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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September 22, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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name a 0/10 ship

so many. i’ve been around for a while.

but, for me, right now: this fucker / Stede or Ed or almost anybody else
screenshot from ofmd season 2 showing Ned Low preparing to walk the plank. yellow text subtitle reads: “oh, that is kinky.”
September 4, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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happy feast day
photo of me with red lipstick and no shirt. the hair across my chest is visible. i look askance
July 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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if you see this post a pic from your phone without context.
a frame from the film “the gay deceivers” (1969.) a man is distraught by a woman walking through the flowers in his garden. his expression shows intense emotion— both offense and grief.
July 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM