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escapismsworld · 9 months
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my-salinger-days · 22 days
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In vinyl we trust…!!!
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g0thnico · 2 months
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I can imagine 12-year-old Nico asking someone a million questions and 12-year-old Percy butting in to answer them all and ending with "don't you think you talk too much for your own good?" and little Nico like *shit i fell in love*
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angelkarafilli · 1 month
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80s fun
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viliantropy-art · 1 year
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Back In Time
Metal is still bitter on his first loss and uses one of the doctor's stolen gems to go back in time and set things right. This results to his and Amy's first meeting going differently. He still attempts to kidnap her, but to his surprise, this fails miserably. Discovers she was actually the Amy of his time.
He didn't go back in time, he sent the whole universe back in time! And now he has to get things back to the way they were or this tiny Amy will hammer him into scraps.
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magicapunguart · 5 months
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Coming soon ( fan animation)#coming soon
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Magica Pungu🍭
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peninsularian · 7 days
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Treasure Isle-style (The Paragons' My Best Girl meets John Holt's I'm Not A King) retro Rock-Steady vibes via Swedish crew Los Billtones
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aidellylover · 1 month
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Sam Rockwell as Eric Knox [Charlie's Angels]
Today, after many years, I also watched a Charlie's Angels movie. And the only really good thing about it is Sam. Seriously, he's been looking so good for years. But the movie is totally mediocre, I would never watch it again without him.
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sweetcici-123 · 8 months
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I’m gonna be sharing my Owl House Wips and Aus for a while now that it’s over and I’m definitely hyper fixating on them.
Back In Time Au
Everything went wrong, and it started with Flapjack dying. After that Hunter died from drowning and they didn’t have a way or the time to save him because they had to go after Belos. Next were Willow and Gus, Willow’s emotions were all over the place after everything they went through and despite her trying to cover them up, after her run in with Boscha her powers became uncontrollable and she suffocated herself and her best friend. Camila and Amity were next, they were killed by Kikimora and her giant robot, the range of one of the blasts was too much and it was too fast for them to avoid. It didn’t help that they were distracted by their worry for the other two. And finally, Luz, Eda, King, and the Collector all lost their lives to Belos after he took over the Titans body.
They all died… But then they all found themselves awake the first day Luz arrived on the Isles.
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yoonkinii · 1 month
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We Were Human
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Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader
Part:1
Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.
Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.
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Masterlist
Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worse.
Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.
You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.
Thank You.
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The warm light danced on the shadowed wall, twisting and flickering. They reached up to the sky, wanting to escape but couldn’t while they were in the confines of the fireplace. A sizzle and crack was all I heard in this room and it never changed. Unless I chose to move around- then a new sound would appear.
The sounds of chains being dragged around. Clinking together and with the floor with each step I took. To anyone on the outside, this room was beyond grand and could even rival a royals room. Maroons draps bolted onto the perimeter of the arched window so the mistake of the sun shining through never happened. The queen size bed pushed against the middle of the wall was a few sizes too large for just one person. A wooden wardrobe that had carvings of my favorite flower etched onto the surface of the doors. A metal chandelier that held candles to offer some sort of light into the room. Well, used to when he still bothered to care about me. Truly care about me. An upholstered chaise lounge the color of blood that was too stiff sat before the marble fireplace. It was the only light source I had these days and nights. Somehow the flames never went out and I was grateful for that. Grateful for the warmth- the company it provided me.
The room was grand but lacked something I could never give it no longer how long I stayed inside out it. Warmth. Love. Life. I tried once and it resulted in me having shackles clasped around my wrists and the chain bolted down to the walls of the fireplace marble. One chain for each side. I guess I was grateful he gave me enough chain length to allow me to wander around my room even if I had nothing to do. I used to have a bookshelf to entertain myself but once I read them all and asked him for more, I was called things that dug under my skin and rested there. I could still feel the pain if I thought about it for too long.
There used to be love in this room. I used to be loved. He used to worship the ground I walked on. He used to twist my hair into beautiful styles, claiming he loved running his fingers through it and making me feel pretty. He used to trail his soft lips against every inch of my skin, calling me perfect with each little nip of his teeth. He used to cradle me when the shadows of my past got to be too much for me; even when he had to deal with his own. He used to love me.
Now he is dead and has been replaced by someone wearing his skin. Any trace of the man I once knew is gone and it was all my fault. It was my fault for not noticing the signs. My fault for not urging him to take the rightout path. It was my fault for not trying hard enough. I thought that as long as he was happy then everything would be okay. That wasn’t the case.
Now I barely see him and when I do, it’s only to sedate his needs regardless of the pain he causes me while using me. I can’t fight back though; not as his wretched spawn. He controls me, my life, my decisions. The nightgown I wear now was chosen by him. Black satin hung my shoulders in thin straps, its low neck cut barely covering my modesty and ended just above my knees. The edges were trimmed with black lace that scratched against my skin. Perhaps there was a time when I would’ve felt pretty but now I just feel sick. Sick that I allowed things to turn out this way. Sick that even though I bent backwards to make him happy, to free him, I was now nothing to him. Sick that the simplest things I had have not been taken away from me. Sick that I don’t even have the freedom to do my own hair the way I want it; the long strands past my waist now. Sick that with every meal, I refused to wonder who I am drinking. Is it a child? A mother? A father? Sister? Brother? A loved one?
I couldn’t do anything but feel sick and wonder when the signs first started appearing. I wondered every night as I stared into the flames greedily trying to escape. I wonder as I do now, sitting on the chaise, legs pulled close to my body. The shackles were cold against my skin, a constant reminder that I was captured into a box called a room. Just like how the flames were captured.
I refused to look at the portrait of me and him hanging above the wall. It would mock me now. It would show what it used to be like. A moment captured on canvas as he held me in his arms and gazed longingly at me. There was a smile on my face, I knew it was because I could still feel the happiness I felt back then but now it felt like a faded memory.
I watched until my eyes felt too heavy to keep open, until the pain became to much, until the memories started to flash before me.
I would give anything to go back and change things, anything at all.
That was the only wish running through my mind as I finally closed my eyes and allowed sleep to offer me comfort.
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My eyes snapped open, inhaling sharply as pain filled my lungs with the notion. I stared at the ceiling, taking in deep breaths to calm myself down. It was only when the pain finally left me that I realized the weight laying across my waist, the hot air brushing against my neck. I gasped sharply, turning my head to my left to see tufts of white hair. My heart dropped. How did I get in this position? The last thing I remember was falling asleep by the fireplace and he never slept beside me. Not anymore. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t remember, what mattered was that I had to get out of here and return to my room before he woke up. I slowly lifted his arm off my stomach, freezing everytime his breathing pattern changed and waiting until it resumed its normal pace. Minutes seemed like hours as I slipped out from under the covers and pressed my bare feet onto the floor.
Standing from the bed, I stopped. My nightgown was different. No longer was I more bare than covered. It was still satin but it was white, ended at my ankles and had short sleeves that covered my usual exposed shoulders. It was simple and I wasn’t allowed to wear ‘simple’ things. The bed sheets ruffled as he moved, snapping me out of my thoughts. I could worry about what I was wearing later- I had to get back to my room.
I exited the room and was greeted with the same familiar dark hallway. Red rug created a path on the dark wooden floor of the palace, softening my frantics steps. Rounding the corner, I was in such a hurry that my brain didn’t register my own body stepping in the leaking sunlight of an exposed window located high up on the wall, the rays casting down onto my path, until it was too late.
I stopped, flinching as I expected my skin to flake off and burn but nothing happened. Nothing at all. A small gasp escaped my lips as I looked at my own two hands basked in sunlight. I forgot how warm it felt on my skin, how peaceful it was.
The click of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over the banister of the second story, watching as the front door to the palace opened and revealed a familiar face. The face took note of my form and grinned at me so brightly.
“Ah! I see you are awake. Does Lord Astarion also seem to be awake?”
He said his title with a teasing tone, his hands coming to rest atop his hips. A brown mass curling around his legs, rubbing it’s body on his limb as a way to pet itself.
Tara and,
“Gale.” I whispered in surprised, not believing my own eyes even as he addressed me.
Gale's expression changed to one filled with worry. A small frown of his lips and slightly pinched brows. “Is everything alright, Y/n?”
I didn’t answer. All I did was turn on my heel and run down the rest of the hall where the stairs leading to the first floor were located. I didn’t stop running even as I neared Gale and Tara, the tressym now following me with her gaze.
“Y/n?”
Gale called out again, reaching for my shoulder as I past him and entered the outdoors. My eyes looked over everything and didn’t give my mind enough time to catch up. I could stand in the sun. I saw Gale. I could leave the palace. The Windows weren’t covered. I woke up in different clothes, in a different room. I woke up beside him.
Something was wrong, or rather, something was different.
The sound of people chatting with each other and moving in every direction was the first thing I noticed. How could it not be when the city streets were crowded behind belief. Rubble of fallen buildings, house missing a chuck of a wall, the city was a disaster and still stained with death.
It wasn’t the state of the city that made my stomach churn- it was the fact that I’ve seen this all before.
I swallowed thickly, wiping my sweaty palms against my gown. A flash of red appeared at the corner of my eye. My gaze flickered over to focus on it and a sob bubbled in my throat.
It was her. My closest friend I had while I was enslaved by a tadpole. The person I went to first when I was unsure if I truly deserved him.
“Karlach!” Her name left my lips like a plea. I raced towards her, bare feet slamming against the hot gravel, kicking up small rocks in their wake.
Karlach looked over shoulder, catching sight up me and a full smile overtaking her features as she turned to face me. She opened her mouth to say something but it slowly fell closed as she looked at the tears streaking down my face.
She let out a soft ‘oof’ as I tackled her into a hug- or rather collided with a wall of muscle that barley budged as I wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my face close to her chest, hearing the familiar hum of her engine. The warmth of her skin heated my own chilled one, embracing me with familiarity.
I felt her hand press against the top of my head, smoothing out my hair. Her other hand came to grasp my left shoulder gently.
“Is everything alright soldier?”
“Yes.” My voice muffled against her. “I just wanted to hug you.”
I could hear her smile in her voice, “Well, you know I am always ready for a hug but-“ Her hands moved, hooking under my shoulders as she raised me off the ground with ease. I had no choice but to look at her face, blinking at her with wide eyes,
“That doesn’t explain why you ran at me barefoot with tears on your face.” She finished, looking at me with a raised brow. I bite my bottom lip. Of course I didn’t think what it would look like of me if I just charged at her, I was overfilled with emotions.
“I- um…just really needed a hug?” My stomach pinched at the sound of confusion in my own voice. Some city hero I was for not being able to lie properly to a Tiefling.
Karlach just stared at me with narrowed eyes for a while, silently. Just when I was about to come clean about, she beamed at me.
“Well okay! But now we have to take care of your feet first, they got all banged up.”
Before I could retort, she threw me over her shoulder like a sack and began walking.
“Karlach! I am sure I can walk on my own!”
“Not right now. I still wonder how you can walk on such tiny feet as is but now I really wonder.”
I gasped, “I do not have tiny feet! You just have large feet!”
Karlach bursted out laughing and it sounded like music to my ears. I haven’t heard it in so long that I had forgotten what it sounded like.
Karlach entered through the palace doors much quicker than I exited with her longer strides. They are up the distance up the stairs and down a hall.
My heart dropped once more as I realized where she was going, “wait, Kar-“
She swung the door open, “Hello fancy pants! I brought the madam back.” She yelled out onto the room, making her voice sound fancier than it actually was as she said the word ‘madam’.
I yelped in surprise as I was flipped onto the bed, the cushion bouncing slightly with the impact. My feet hung off the edge, allowing Karlach to kneel before me and inspect them with ease. I huffed a breath, using my elbows to help me sit up.
“I told you my feet are fine…”
My voice trailed off as I looked at my feet. They were a bloody disaster to say the least. Little cuts marked my skin, blood leaking from a few of the larger ones. They were splotchy with dirt in some places.
A brown haired male looked over Karlach, peering at my feet, “You run past me like some uncultured animal and come back like this? What in the weave did you do?” Gale questioned, his hand running through his bearded chin.
“Should I get Shadowheart to help? She would be much better at this than me.” Karlach asked. Fingers pinching at my skin to prove a point. I swatted at her hand, scowling at her.
“That won’t be necessary, Karlach.”
I tensed. My whole body seemed to lock into place at the sound of his voice. I couldn’t move my trained gaze away from my feet, not even when Karlach and Gale moved to the side to give him some room. He kneeled before me and I clenched my jaw. Fear invaded my senses swiftly and I felt his hands gently prod at the skin of my feet. Watched his hands hold my feet like they were made out of porcelain.
“For once in his life, Gale seems to not have been exaggerating. What happened, Darling?”
His eyes looked into mine and it was then that I saw someone who was just a faint memory for me. It wasn’t him. It was Astarion. The same one who cherished me and loved me while all his might. It was my Astarion. My husband.
His ruby eyes were no longer void of any emotion. His face no longer contorted into undermining sneers. His lips no longer spat out words sharper than knives. It was him, truly him, the real him.
His white eyebrow raised up slightly in question as I gaped at him. He didn’t hit me for taking too long to answer. He just waited, watching me.
“Astarion…” I whispered under my breath; not believing what I was seeing.
He looked at me with confusion, his lips pursed together as he slowly nodded. I didn’t waste another second as I launched myself at him, pulling him into an embrace. Astarion lost the balance he maintained to kneel on his knees and ended up falling onto his butt.
I was sandwiched between his legs, body shaking like a chill seeped into my bones as I held him close. My face buried in the crook of his neck, his own skin becoming wet with tears that had barely dried on my own face. I felt him tense beneath me before his body relaxed against my hold, his arms coming to wrap around me. I sobbed harder as he pressed me close, tucking into his own body. I couldn’t help it, not when this Astarion had disappeared long ago. Tears fell as my heart seized. I had no idea what happened or how I came back but I would repay whoever did this with my own soul as thanks.
“My sweet, what is wrong?”
He asked softly, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the side of my head.
I heaved out a breath, the air coming out in shakes as I pulled away slightly to look at him. To really look at him. My hands cradled his face and he didn’t question me as I did so. He never let me get too close to him and when I was allowed, it was for all the wrong reasons. I was constantly told I didn’t earn the privilege to touch him which was an absurd thing to say to your wife. Then again, I don’t think he thought of me as his wife in a very long time.
A quick glance around the room and I noticed that Gale and Karlach must have left quietly, leaving me alone with Astarion. I was grateful for that. I don’t know how I would be able to explain myself to them. They would probably become more worried if I simply told them I was having a mental breakdown which was something I never had before, even with a worm in my head.
“Astarion…” His own name felt like a miracle to say on my lips. It was a miracle that I could say his name without having to put the word ‘lord’ in front of it.
Astarion looked back at me, waiting for me to move and do what I had to. The longer I held him, the more I could see the difference between Astarion and who he would soon turn in too. His face looked younger even though he was an immortal vampire that would never age. He didn’t have this darkness that clouded his face. His eyes looked clearer, like he actually saw me for me and not just an object. He still had the sleepy look I always loved about him on his face; his eyes never without the purplish bags underneath them. The small beauty mark rested on his cheek bone right below his left eye. He always hated it, constantly told me that it ‘ruined his image’ but it was my favorite thing about him. He complained about it less over time after I kept planting a wet kiss on top of the mark after every time he complained about it. He only does it on purpose when it benefits him, usually when I’m ticked off at him and refuse to speak to him.
“I missed you, Astarion.”
He blinked at him, his brows pinching together in confusion, “What do you mean, darling? I am with you constantly.” He smirked at me, “You can never get rid of me.”
A breathy laugh sneaked out of me as I pressed my forehead against his, “Thank the Gods.”
I don’t know how I got here or why. I am positive I was sent to the past a few weeks after beating the Absolute, the crumpled building and devastated land proof of that. Even if I didn’t know how I was sent to the past, I was not going to waste time trying to figure it out. I have been given a second chance to start all over again. A second chance to save the other half of my soul before it was damned. I didn’t know how I was going to do so or how hard it would be but I had the information from the future. Information no one but I had and I planned to use it to my full advantage.
I was not going to sit around and watch him become lost. Never again.
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lastmafagafo · 4 months
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DW is back with the specials, and for the first time that wasn’t the Doctor who travelled back to the past, it was me. Suddenly I was younger, watching the Doctor and Donna being brilliant together. That’s the greatest gift a fan could ever receive. Welcome back!
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my-salinger-days · 2 months
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Pick one…it’s on me…
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androgynousart · 8 months
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More WIP because i never finish anything
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boricuacherry-blog · 2 months
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nuninho2000 · 11 months
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Harry Potter + Percy Jackson and now Twilight TV series at the same time.
Did I traveled back in time? Back in 2010?
What a crazy time!!
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imfuckingwasted · 6 months
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Where am I?
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