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April & Amara ⭐️🚬
#aidonsvalley#my ocs#amara#april#my art#amara my butch king cmon neow#click for better quality u kno the drill by now
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oh you know........................lesbian activity
finally got around to some concepts for a new story featuring an ice skater and a hockey player who fight over whose sport is better. and then they kiss
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ID: the “shoutout to women fr” meme. It’s edited to read: “Shoutout to child soldiers who become disillusioned with the status quo they were raised to uphold. Gotta be one of my favorite archetypes.” There are pictures of Rex Salazar (Generator Rex), Theresa (Class of The Titans), Rell (League of Legends), and Amara Namani (Pacific Rim). At the bottom, additional text reads: “I also fw boy kings who are made to carry so much at such a young age too if anyone was wondering.” There are pictures of Lloyd Garmadon (Ninjago), Nathan Byrne (Half Bad Trilogy), and King Ezran (The Dragon Prince). End ID.
#when young characters finally realize they’ve been treated all their lives as a weapon instead of a child and that encourages them to#break free of the sense of duty that was drilled into them >>>#archetypes#tropes#generator rex#rex salazar#class of the titans#cott theresa#league of legends#league of legends rell#pacific rim#amara namani#ninjago#lloyd garmadon#half bad trilogy#nathan byrne#the dragon prince#king ezran
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*sigh*
This your man?
Disappointing 😐
thats mine😍
#talkswithamara#daddy madoc#madoc tfota#general madoc#tfota#the folk of the air#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#☆ amara’s friends
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Flex off pt 2!
Right bracket seventh seed.
#pollsfromtheborderlands#poll#vaughn the bandit king#amara the siren#tales from the borderlands#borderlands 3
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— picrew tag
tagged by @jendoe @phillipsgraves @risingsh0t @marivenah @nightbloodraelle @corvosattano to make some ships in this picrew
heads a little empty, I can’t remember who’s done this yet so no tags, but if you want to do this then tag me!
levi & kyle
amara & delsin
amara & fetch
#attempts at all the love interests Bc like#number one delsin is missing his beanie#and fetch’s hair isn’t the right color#kyle looks fine tho#I was going to do all the cod ships but I am afraid to make all the rest of the love interests tbr#so have Amara’s two infamous ships and Levi’s one ship#Jamie rip king I’m afraid of u too#tag game#oc: levi choi#oc: amara owens
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15x09 The Trap should have featured Emma W. and Andrea K. dancing in the ruins. Dean thinks maybe he’ll find Benny? Boom, enter Andrea and Emma who take a shine to Cas and wanna keep him.
Utter chaos!
Narrative symmetry! Dean-and-Jack shadow replacements, hello! And enticing Cas to stay ofc was always a crunchy theme.
#emma winchester#andrea kormos#narrative symmetry#come on this would’ve been soooo crunchy and messy and horrible#it would’ve needed another episode tho#andrea takes over purgatory...*she* is king of the place#see the thing i love about these eps#dean was passive-aggressively fishing for whether or not cas *really cared in the first place* and not just b/c of narrative reasons#he said: *i don’t know if you CARE or not but chuck is back on the board*#then about amara: *we had a thing* -- dean was fishing for a REACTION he is starved of cas reactions since cas tends to WITHDRAW#i would have LOVED dean to get an unexpected outlet for that messy spillover of emotion but reversed in the form of andrea and emma#and emma would have underlined jack’s death SO well you know it would've#even though dean had reason to be angry with cas for withdrawing#he was absolutely cruel with words and actions *you've been to hell before* while expecting / taking cas's support FOR GRANTED#yet he still expected cas to be there for him even when initially talking abt killing jack w/the equalizer in the bunker/chuck confrontatio#dean was so damn HURT over everything he was neurotically chomping at the bit for cas replacements from lee to benny to amara to whoever#even in the script of Last Call he was relishing getting his ass grabbed by that bar lady cause *it's nice to get some attention for once*#in the trap: *we should split up*#dean was craving a reaction FROM CAS#when dean can't even say jack's name!#when dean can't admit that trusting chuck was a mistake#*i always knew chuck was squirrelly and untrustworthy he says in 15x01 >>> he didn't*#anyhoo i think this scenario would have supported ALL of those complex crunchy situations!#cause it's almost like the whole - be careful what you wish for in dean's case but on the other foot
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All American will premiere April 1 followed by All American Homecoming will air after All American season 6 fully airs
#daniel ezra#samantha logan#michael evans behling#greta onieogou#jordan x layla#geffri maya#jordan baker#all american#allamericanhomecoming#cw all american#allamericanedit#netta walker#rhoyle ivy king#amara patterson#asher adams#monet mazur#thea mays#camille hyde#jessie raymond jr#keisha McCalla
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Phenomenal Black Woman
#african descent#african diaspora#black heritage#sade#amara la negra#regina king#judy pace#lupita nyong'o#black women#diahann carroll#angela bassett
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Would I be friends with these borderlands characters?
No one asked for this. I'm just so bored and literally hate my reality. I guess if you want more, let me know. -Breezy
Rhys
100% absolutely would wanna be friends with him. Like I would actively be trying to be friends with him (and probably awkward as hell cause I'd do anything for him)
Vaughn
Another 100% even after he falls into madness. Mostly cause I'd wanna join him in his madness.
Maya
This queen. Dude I'm such a giant simp for her. Though since she's so cool I feel like she wouldn't even know I exist. So I'd just be watching from a distance. (Especially if kreig is around)
Zane
Let's be honest, I'm terrified of this dude
. 😂 another one that would 100% not know I exist and if he did, he's probably trying to kill me.
Handsome Jack
Another man I'd be terrified of, but I'd also be the biggest simp. I'd just be another one of his fangirls.
Claptrap
I legit can't stand claptrap, (which people may be mad at me for) I just can't stand his voice.
Lilith
She falls under the same category as Maya, I'd love to be friends with her, but like I'm a random nobody soooo....
The Calypso Twins
I'm 99.9% sure they would both kill me. Once again, I'd be 100% simping for them but that would likely be the reason I die. 🤷♀️
Amara
Idk what it is with sirens, but God damn, though I'd likely be so intimidated of her that I wouldn't even be able to glance in her direction without fearing for my sanity.
Timothy
I just wanna show Timothy some love cause well he hasn't had a great life. Considering all he wanted was to pay his student loans. But yes, I'd 100% be friends with Tim.
#borderlands#borderlands imagine#handsome jack#maya borderlands#lilith borderlands#rhys tftbl#vaughn tftbl#vaughn the bandit king#amara borderlands#fanfiction#i dont fucking know#im depressed
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games, day one : self-para
her life had been made up of choices. beautiful, wonderful choices that she could make for herself, ever since she was old enough to do so. she chose to keep her hair braided and long, she chose the color of the curtains in her home, she chose to marry the woman she loves.
now, she has no choice. she is forced onto a tube, forced onto a platform where the sun is blinding and water is flooding all around her, forced to play the games.
she has no choice but to hide. the mentors in six are difficult to work with, at best. they won their games by camouflaging into the background and that's as far as their advice goes. amara has never been one too inclined to play the stealthy game; she is bright, a spontaneous burst of a thing, being still and silent is not her forte, but this is the only strategy she has. she takes it, clings to the idea that they can find a nice spot and hunker down and just wait. just survive. she just needs to survive.
they, because she clings onto her fellow tribute abel like a helpful lifeline. their alliance comes easily and amara finds herself relieved when they both make it onto the shore, away from the bloodbath (away from any supplies). they clutch onto each other's hands and dart into the forest to hide.
abel is strong and kind, a father of two. he reminds her of her own father. he has told her all about the lives of his two little girls, and she has soaked it up, knowing that trading history is all they can ask for now. here, standing at their death bed, anticipating their final breath, they tell ghost stories and pretend to be alive.
they hide. the jungle is thick around them, with strong vines and sharp thorns that slash into her ankles as they make the arduous walk away from the shore. cannons go off in the distance, once, twice, three times, signaling the deaths from the initial bloodbath. twenty-one tributes alive now. twenty people that have to die so she can make it back to her wife. she stares at the back of abel's head as he opens a path through the greenery.
she feels safer on top of a tree, where she can hold herself and shiver, quiet, waiting for something. no more cannons sound. no parachutes come from the sky to greet them. abel is somewhere in another tree nearby, in a higher up branch. for a moment, it's almost peaceful. for a moment, time drags on, and amara can breathe in the humidity around her and calm the beating of her heart.
and then something shifts. there's a buzzing in the air, as if anticipation builds up around them all at once, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. she sits up and looks for abel, only to be distracted by the sudden scream that breaks their silence.
a girl's scream, a little girl. there are no kids in the arena this year. amara's hands dig into the branch beneath her and she hears abel scrambling down from his tree, screaming at something -- for something -- and before she can question it, she hears it.
a pained wail, familiar this time. it sends ice cold water to her veins, it makes her entire body rigid with fear.
"yazmin!" she screams out in response, horror clear in her voice.
yazmin screams again.
why would they bring her into this? how could they? the games have never extended to loved ones -- then again, this is a quarter quell, how crueler can they get -- her mind races impossibly faster than her feet as she stumbles down and around the jungle to find her agonizing wife. "yazmin! yazmin!" she keeps calling, her voice a horrible shriek barely above the screaming. yazmin continues to cry and scream and wail, as if someone's digging a sharp knife slowly into her side and dragging it out.
the image makes amara's stomach turn violently. she doesn't register that the other voice, the little girl's, has stopped screaming now. she runs, and runs, trying to find where they're hiding her wife.
yazmin's howl suddenly falters, hiccups and goes silent. then a heavy rock thumps to the ground, followed by a dead bird.
abel resurfaces by her side, out of breath and eyes as wide as she could assume her own were. "jabberjays," he says, grabbing her arm. "they're not real. it's birds. it's birds."
amara chokes out a sob, looking back at the dead thing on the ground and cursing its entire lineage. "it was her-- it was-- it was yazmin," she argues, panic still loud in her chest. they can't stop searching, what if it's real somewhere, what if the birds are a warning--
"i thought i heard my girls, too," he tells her, still gripping her arm, a strangely comforting presence.
it happens fast. before they can discuss it any further, more birds start to flutter around them, ruffling leaves over the trees. and then they burst into their horrific song, a burst of screams and cries filling up the air all around them. amara doesn't care that she can see the birds, that she knows the sounds are coming from them, it doesn't matter. she can hear it, her wife screaming for her. yazmin's face red, her eyes filled with tears, her mouth wide open as she lets out bloodcurdling scream after scream, amara can see it.
she couldn't tell you who lost their mind first, her or abel.
she doesn't know anything anymore. she heard it once, that there's only so much a person's mind can take before it breaks. people in district six often said that the victors used morphling to keep some of their sanity intact after their games. she gets it. she always got it. amara would take anything now to make the sounds stop.
it's hard to keep track of abel when her ears are filled with the deafening sounds of her entire family in agony, but she tries her best to follow him around as they stumble through the jungle. there's a clearing up ahead, a terrain that looks clearer and different, somehow, and she bolts for it, only to be met head-first into an invisible wall.
she crumbles to the ground, covering her ears, letting out her own screams in an attempt to muffle yazmin's.
after a lifetime, they stop.
all at once, the birds fall silent.
amara gasps for air, takes in deep breaths as if she's been drowning this whole time. her ears are ringing, her throat aches. there's blood on her face, possibly from the collision with the forcefield or from some gnarly plant in the jungle -- it's all a blur, it's all pain, she can't remember what she's done in the last hour that she's heard the screaming. she'd tell you it lasted an entire day.
"abel," she croaks out, standing on shaky legs, reaching for her ally, her friend, as if she's trying to find him in the dark.
he's too far gone. his eyes are wide, his pupils blown. it's as if an animal has taken over his body, gaze flickering from side to side, teeth clenched in a growl, shoulders shaking with rage. "abel," she calls his name again, begging for him to come back to the present. he doesn't.
he runs, and she follows, desperate. she doesn't want to be alone. she can't be alone. she can't.
it happens so fast, again. amara hesitates when she sees the shape of other people ahead of them, but abel doesn't stop. he charges forward. there's a guttural sound coming from the back of his throat and he's waving his arms in the air as if he plans on tearing them apart limb by limb with bare hands. they have no weapons, they have no chance.
"no!" in a flash, abel is folding to the ground as if his body is nothing but an old rag doll. blood gurgles out of his mouth and pours from his chest.
she tries to reach for him, desperate, pulling his body back. "no, no! no!" she cries, her voice unable to drown out the sound of another cannon booming across the sky.
she pulls on him, as if she can take his body back with her. as if it means anything, to carry a carcass somewhere else. as if it helps, in any way, to take care of his corpse now that she wasn't able to take care of him in life.
it's no use, she knows it, and he's too heavy for her to risk taking anywhere and risk her own safety. the careers are still near.
"no! i'm sorry-- i'm sorry." she chokes on her tears and her bloody hands slip away from his arms. his body thumps to the ground and she lets out another sob.
her feet somehow carry her away and she flees, disappearing into the jungle again.
the weight of survival stomps on her chest like an elephant, and she gasps for air as she runs, and runs, and runs until she's somewhere far away. far from the careers, far from abel, far from the jabberjays. far from her home. from her wife.
the image comes back again, of yazmin screaming, going red, purple, breathless with pain. amara hits her own head with the side of a fist and wills it away.
she thinks of something better. she thinks of dancing under the flickering kitchen light, bickering about how they never had the time to replace it with a new light. she thinks of a familiar soft hand in hers and kisses carefully placed over the expanse of her throat. she thinks of stolen glances over family dinners and a smile that's secret.
she curls up on the ground next to a large tree trunk and passes out.
#amara : interactions#amara : self para#blood tw#i know that realistically she probably couldnt reach abel's body bc the careers were Right There#but i wanted to use that gif so#shhhh rp magic for a sec#rip to abel you were so special king
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Spoiler, Poet, King.
#justarandomrat draws#my art <3#art#jhones etsy#null scotch#amara jane#the society interference lab#TSIL#soldier poet king
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first official colored art of athena and mads, both in their uniforms!!
fashion design is not my passion.
commissions | ko-fi | shop | comics
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look at them
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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓.
CROWLEY MERELY DEADPANS: " The end of the world part? Or was that just the bloody bow on the whole shit package? " He slips a glance sidelong to @sovereyn ; the King of Hell looks tired, like he's just sort've settled in for the inevitable.
" Well, darling. I think there is probably quite a lot she left out. She seems the type to not be terribly forthcoming. " A heave of a sigh. " But what gory detail should we add to this already grisly mountain? "
#;; & main v. : the king of hell.#sovereyn#( the fact not even god is immune to his pet names#also amara??#probs amara )
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