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vulto-cor-de-rosa · 7 months
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I'm so normal about Agnes Montague. I'm so normal about the fact that she was raised as a symbol and not as a person. So normal about the fact that we don't know anything about her as a person, only about her as the "chosen one". So normal about the fact that we only know about what other people thought of her, that we never had a statement of her but only about her. So normal about the fact she never had a chance at a normal life and love and to be a real person, and when she did she had to sacrifice her life. So normal about the fact that she lived and died for a cult that could have easily replaced her by a piece of paper. So normal about the fact that no one loved her as a person, about that line about how Jude maybe didn't love her as a woman but as a god. So normal about the parallels between her and Jon. So normal. I'm sooooo normal about Agnes Montague
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Doodle dump. (Some of these are old as shit. Please don't make fun of me)
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(The fist image was made after I beat Transformers Prime the Game. I thought it would be funny if they could still access their upgrades with like a 3DS or Wii. The lore is that Bulkhead is too broke to buy either so like in a fight during post war or when the bots and cons are teaming up and like the upgrades are needed Bulk can't help because he's too broke to buy the console needed to get his upgrade. I was mean to him, I know. I'm sorry.)
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luimagines · 1 year
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Wind introducing Reader and Warriors to his family and them both getting adopted as Wind's and Aryll's Parents?
Oh that's cute. Small family trope. #GiveLinkParents2023
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“It’s nice to see such capable people taking care of my boy.” The elderly woman smiles as she sits in her rocking chair. “Link always writes about you but now that I’ve seen you for my own eyes, I can stay calm while he is away.”
“Of course ma’am.” Warrior smiles. “We care about him just as much as the rest of the people here do. He’s a good kid and he has a good head on his shoulders. We promise to bring him home soon and without... too many scratches.”
The old woman laughs. “I know my boy. He’s rambunctious. Always has been. I understand that he can bite off more than he can chew even on his best days.”
“We’ll try to keep him close then.” You joke.
You and Warrior had both taken to sitting next to the older woman as she knits. She had called you over to talk. Not that there was much space to do so, so you both have to sit on the floor. But you can’t say that you mind.
“Good, good.” She laughs. “I’m happy to hear that.”
“Dad!” Wind cries and barrels into the space.
Warrior doesn’t even question it. This has been happening for months now. It still never fails to pinken his cheeks however. “What is it, bud?”
“Look!” Wind holds out a small animal. It’s shelled with six legs pointing out on it’s side instead. Warrior bite his lip when he sees it. He clearly he doesn’t want touch it. Wind grins wider. “I found it! Can I keep it?”
Warrior tries his hardest to keep the grimace off of his face. You can see the way he forces a tight smile onto his face. “I don’t think you can bring him with us, kiddo. But if you can find him a happy place here, then yes. You can keep him.”
You pat Warrior’s shoulder in support, even if you start to laugh at his expense under your breath. “I think maybe you should just let him go, Wind.”
Wind’s smiles falls a little bit. “Why, Moma?”
You fluster a little bit at the name. Wind had taken to calling you that a few months ago and you’re not entirely sure why. You cough a little bit, trying to force your way through your own awkwardness. “Because he’s going be left alone. With your sister.”
Wind pauses at that.
“And her seagulls.”
Wind pales. “They’re going to eat him!”
You laugh. “Only if he stays here. He belongs in the ocean. You know there’s a saying- if you love something let it free, if it comes back to you, it’s yours.”
Wind frowns and holds the little crab close to his chest. He doesn’t want to part with it but Warrior nods along. “You know it’s the right thing to do.”
Wind pouts but relents. “Ok. Back to the shore you go, little guy.”
Warrior stands and walks toward Wind, ruffling his hair in the process.  “I have an idea. Before you let him go, let’s go show the Veteran what he thinks of your new friend.”
You choke on your laugh, having been able to stop it just in time. “Warrior, you’re so bad.”
He winks at you in reply. Wind can catch on that there’s something else involved with his request and grins maniacally.  
The young boy looks excited. He bounces a little on his toes, trying to still be gentle since he still holds the smaller creature. He agrees readily and waves to you. “Ok! Let’s do that. I’ll be back Grandma, Moma!”
You shake your head and wave back. “Be safe and don’t traumatize him too much.”
Wind laughs with more evil delight. Warrior looks like a proud father.
Wind’s grandma takes it a step further. “He really does look like my son.”
You blink and turn back as the boys leave. “Huh?”
She laughs quietly. “Nothing, nothing, my dear. I’m glad you’re here.”
You smile and sit back down, ready to give her more of your attention. “Of course. I’m glad I’m here too.”
Aryll comes in then, crying. The two of you look alarmed but you stand quicker. “Oh no, what happened?”
She sniffles and shakes her head. Instead of replying she walks toward you and hugs you. You’re not going to turn her away. You hug her back and sit her in your lap, rocking back and forth to calm her. Looking to her grandmother for help, she offers none and smiles instead. “She’ll be alright.”
You sigh, but take her word for it, setting your attention on the crying girl.
Grandma smiles wider and leans back in her chair. She knows she’s getting old and the children are still very young. They would still need guidance long after she’s gone. Seeing your interaction with her children puts her at ease. 
They’ll be taken care of.
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ibtrashwhore · 2 years
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Guess who watched link click ✨️
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Why did it take me having to watch with a friend to realize Zeno AND Alejandro voice Lu and Cheng 💀
I wasn't even the one who realized :( AHAHAHAH
I'm still not used to drawing again 🧍‍♂️
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sneakyguest · 2 years
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Nines Gotta Have It
I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m just trying to write my damn Connor x Reader fic, then I need to write the sequel. (They’re both already plotted out and acted out in my head over and over and over.) But somehow RK900 got into my brain and is eating away like the hungry caterpillar. I have no real plot to speak of for him yet, but I feel like I can’t move on without writing out something. I don’t even know why I’m posting this. It’s wholly unedited and my brain doesn’t seem to understand the basic comma. I’m not even sure how readable my writing is but I just can’t stop thinking about this. 🤷🏻‍♀️
Maybe mildly nsfw...
RK900 felt like he was dying.
He felt like his body, his very core, the air around him, everything, was folding in upon itself. Curling itself up inside himself. Over and over, forever and ever. Every inch of his body seemed to be moving... Like every one of the atoms that comprised his physical form were dancing in endless loop de loops.
Your legs were balanced over the back of your tattered old couch, crossed together at your ankles. You were lying on your back with a book resting open upon your bosom, obscuring your face from the android that sat beside you. You were too engrossed in your reading material to notice the unceasing torment that had befallen your plastic friend.
Nines’ head was thrown backwards, resting on the back of the couch, resting upon the very source of his anguish. Turned slightly to face you, his ear was gently pressed into the bare skin of your calf. As though afraid his eyes were a portal to his innermost thoughts, he kept them tightly shut. Keeping you locked out of his head and unaware of the insatiable lust you inspired in him.
He wanted you. Needed you. Androids didn’t eat, but it felt like he was starving. He didn’t feel pain, yet it felt like his synthetic heart was trapped in a vice. The only thing that seemed to ground him to this earth was the feeling of your flesh beneath his ear. Softer than the finest silks that ever made it out of China, your skin invoked a violent ritual within Nines.
He wanted nothing more than to strike. Bury his face between your slender legs. Taste you. Consume you. Tear apart your very essence. Shred it. Absorb every fiber of your being and fill himself with you. Only then would that aching emptiness in his chest cease to be.
The only source of sound in your little basement apartment was from the oscillating fan in the corner of the room and your periodic turning of the page. His own book was clutched, unopened and unread, in his lap. Warping the face of it with his tight grip, he’d almost forgotten he was even holding it. It was some obscure, raunchy, western. Forgotten to time, out of print and not digitized. The only kind of book not accessible to his endless data-bank of material—which is exactly why you’d given it to him in the first place…
“Sorry I didn’t have anything more interesting on hand.”
Your voice cut through Nines’ scrambled thoughts—your legs, the book, your skin, the fan, his ear—and he turned his attention to you. Your book was now flopped down on your breast, the top of it barely skimming the apex of your abdomen. You were staring, with lips pursed, at the unread book in Nines’ lap.
“I think I gave most of my ‘outta print’ stuff to Connor,” you continued. “I’m not quite sure what happened to them after…. Well, I don’t suppose I’m ever getting them back!”
Without warning, you swung your legs up, over Nines’ head, and landed them in his lap as you moved into a sitting position. Nines felt his world collapse again as he instinctively grasped your calf in his hand. Forever grateful that he exercised a precise control over his anatomy. Control that an ordinary human male could only wish for...
“We could go to the library,” you said excitedly, peering eagerly into Nines’ face, hoping to glimpse any minute satisfaction in his expression. Nines however remained stoic, knowing his pleasure didn’t lay in the shelves of the Detroit Public Library...
“I’m fine right here,” he said flatly. “I can just enjoy your company. Go back to your book, okay?”
But it was evident that the moment was over. The firework finale of holding onto your leg was going to fizzle into another day of inaction. Unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
You pulled your legs away, planted your feet on the floor, and stretched languidly before standing up.
“I need to pee,” you said as you set your book down on the coffee table. “And then you can help me decide what to eat for lunch!”
The all-encompassing anxiety that Nines had felt started to melt away as he watched you disappear into the bathroom. It would be back to consume him soon enough. For now he could only be content to fix you your meal.
Edit: I forgot to say that the title is a Frasier reference lol. Niles gotta have it! 😂
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kit-williams · 5 months
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Warhammer 40k & D&D AU
Na na na na na na na na na Konrad Curze! Nearly forgot to do him tonight! Unlike the initial post this might not be as rambly but oh boy might have a longer NSFW section The reason why his section will be long is because of his son. His son is rather well adjusted so Konrad had to go through a lot more to be able to actually have a well adjusted son. (Well adjusted enough for an assassin/rogue)
Konrad was not exactly happy to be there, with him wanting his vindication n all.
Basically was forced to come to terms with a whole lot of things. And both he and Sanguinius could no longer see their deaths; they could still see bits of the future however Konrad was forced to accept that it was far more in flux in this land given how many gods could meddle in affairs and even bring others back from the dead.
With the journey to fix Angron's butchers nails a lot of it was forced therapy for Konrad
He was very much the murder hobo of the group; and the first one to jump to murder to solve their problems (Angron to an extent until his butcher's nails got removed and then it was a lot more therapy for Konrad)
Corvus Corax and him actually decided to continue some business with one of the larger rebel groups; and Corvus dragging Konrad along allowed the rest of the brothers to split up as they felt like if someone wasn't watching/interacting with Konrad he would revert
To a point he did start to revert without all of his brothers around until his wife came around
Corvus kept having to stress to Konrad how they were trying to lay low and while it wasn't the best place for them he couldn't just kill everyone in the slums. They started to have a clash of ideals as Corvus knew in the long term he could help while Konrad wanted to deal with a lot of the short term problems al la Night Lord style.
During one of these ideal clashes he left to 'get some air' murder someone and this is when he would run into his future wife either named Vivian or Gloria.
She looked mostly dead in the alleyway; having upset her 'handler' and Konrad scared him off really close to killing him. But this is when Konrad caught a glimpse of the future; it wasn't sight based but he felt so warm... a warmth in his chest and a feeling he never fully felt before and wouldn't if he chased down the man instead of helping the woman.
Besides, he told himself, he could always enjoy the hunt later.
She was a mess and instead of being grateful for Konrad helping her she told him 'You saved my life so now I'm your problem. If you don't like it than kill me.' She was a very sad bean who truly had begun to believe the horrible things her handler was telling her and at the point of meeting Konrad she was convinced that the gods wanted her dead and Konrad would find out why.
They talked while she was healing; Konrad has utterly terrible bedside manners and was keeping her company until she took her life. He had caught a glimpse and at this point had returned to his apathetic idea of that the death was set in stone.
'Would you like to watch the sunrise with me one more time' She spoke softly They stood together at the top of the cathedral. As she danced at the edge of the ledge. Konrad was confused how this would lead him back to that warm feeling... he craved it but he just watched her. Sigh out as as the sun finally started to rise and she just looked back at Konrad with a smile. 'Thank you for the kindness... something this whore did not deserve but I appreciated it.' It was in that moment he felt the warmth rush over him as she just smiled without any other intentions behind it. Konrad could feel the way one of his hearts stuck itself in his throat as her feet finally tripped over one another. Her golden hair dancing around her face as there was a moment in her eyes that she caught his own with a moment of regret. She didn't get very far in her descent before her face was pressed against a wall of flesh hearing a heart pound in her ear. She looked up at him. His black eyes looking down at her and he seemed to know what she was going to say, 'I have a lot of problems... one more isn't going to kill me.'
This has led to Konrad having an unhealthy codependency with his wife but it manifests very differently in the sense that he basically took her saying that she was his problem to mean her life. He ultimately will dictate when she can die; so it manifests in the fact that he has spent a lot of gold and also getting in Magnus' good graces for some resurrection rings. He will not let her die without his permission
She doesn't judge her husband's tastes with her being a whore she has a very open idea about sexuality in the sense that she rather be his victim verses someone who wouldn't know how to handle him
Him being allowed to explore himself with her is very healthy and actually keeps him happy
Was terrified to be a father as he really didn't have much positive influences around him and he didn't really shy away from what he was really made for (killing)
Currently have one son Talos Curze
Had a vision when he was thinking of names and the visions he got from naming him Jago were slick with blood; he doesn't understand why the visions he got were tied to a name but Talos he saw a son who knew what hardship was and yet all he saw was the biggest smiles on his face and those around him.
Surprisingly good father, and one of the last of his brothers to start a family.
Unashamedly asked his brothers how to be a good dad
Calls his son 'The Prince of Bats' as the title 'Soul hunter' and 'Prince of Crows' is already taken and Corvus' daughter goes by the nickname the 'Princess of Crows'
Still works with Corvus which is how Talos got into being an assassin
Enjoys killing with his son; saw teaching Talos how to flay a person live as a bonding experience
Sure he might be "better" but his wife also encouraged him to embrace who he was for good and bad, so he embraces that he enjoys killing and suffering and even more so when his little wifey takes part in luring out targets for him to kill
~NSFW~
Primal Play/Predator Prey; she is his bunny when he gets into these moods. He will give her 10 minutes to try to hide from him and then usually he will drag her into a dark alleyway
CNC/dubcon; one of his more darker urges but as stated before he is allowed to explore them safely with her
Marking; Biting clawing etc. She has his personal insignia on her upper back that he would give to his personal serfs though hers is slightly different given her status of being more than just a serf
Breeding; It stems from him not really knowing how else to show her that he loves her besides them having a piece of physical proof of his devotion to her; but because of the herbs she was forced to take during her time as a whore it has made conceiving hard. But that's okay it just means he can love her longer
Exhibitionism; This is the same man who was known to just walk around naked he really has no problem in just either being caught or starting something in public/being walked in on
My man is somewhere between a Yandere and a Kichidere and yet is 100% confident in his ability to keep her safe that it doesn't really show up until she get's touched or is about to get hurt and then there is a corpse missing all of it's skin. These tendencies only show up when she is in danger or when he is in a mood otherwise he can be very relaxed (reference back to the idea that he won't let her die without his permission so its safe to say he is very obsessed with his wife but because he is a Primarch and long lived it manifests differently)
Top leaning switch?/Service Dom?/Pleasure Dom? (I'm getting back into writing smut so these might be correct terms)
There is probably more but those can be explored later
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rockydonetale · 2 months
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The Rocky fight.
*You're in a run down courtroom, dust covers yourself, as you impatiently wait to continue your run.*
*Up ahead. A short, shadow covered figure is approaching, you hear sniffling.*
*They come to a stop.*
*They look up, curly hair no longer blocking their face, eyes red from crying.*
*They're shaking.*
". . . It was you, wasn't it?"
*. . .*
"I was supposed to be brave. . . I was supposed to stop you. . ."
*It's a child.*
". . ."
"RUNO. . . He isn't coming to fight you. . . I didn't tell him about you."
*You are filled with DISAPPOINTMENT knowing you won't get a fair fight, this will be easy.*
"Why. . . What did they do to you? . ."
". . ."
"I can be brave, I'll fight you myself. . !"
*You hear the three notes of music, as you're entered in a fight. The room has gone black, and their sprite isn't looking at you.*
". . .Did you. . . Kill them because you wanted to fight RUNO?"
*. . .*
". . .You're awful. . . I thought. . . You were just scared. . . But you knew you were hurting them. . ."
*Being lectured by a child is the last thing you wanted, it's annoying.*
". . ."
"I-I. . ."
". . ."
"I hate you."
". . .And I'll be BRAVE enough to fight you!'
(Runo by @kiyo-void)
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onestormynight · 2 years
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at a halloween party
phoenix: what's with the pornstache and hawaiian shirt?
hangman: i'm rooster but hotter
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ok so I might go on a little dumb rent here
I keep seeing grian and other winged characters being portrayed with 2 slits at the back of their shirts and I constantly have to stop myself from screeching because of HOW UNCOMFORTABLE that must be to put on
wings aren't like arms you can't just put it thru a sleeve
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first the base is big and I'm not an expert but I feel like the very base touching the edge of the shirt wouldn't feel too nice
second, putting wings thru a hole would probably drag the feathers the opposite way of what they're supposed to which probably doesn't feel to nice and would require preening to fic
same for butterfly/bug and bat wings
some bugs might be fine but butterfly's are smaller at the base but bigger at the end and also very fragile, passing them thru a hole could damage them
meanwhile bat wings would probably get caught up in the fabric
so I took matter into my own hands and made what I think might be more comfortable
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it is better then passing them thru a hole
open the bottom, put on top and close
plus it is low enough to reach
also it looks cooler and allows for customisation
isn't that better the just 2 holes at the back of a top
of course might become harder during cold times but I thing wings might keep you warm a little and if not wear a cape
It would probably be the same with bug wings however bats then to reach lower so maybe put the closing thing lower or don't have the back close at all
this was my rent about clothing with wings
see you next time
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beepeircings · 9 months
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Do you think there's lore bits on Pirate smp yet or is it like nothing , i mean there are factions i heard ??? But idk ??
[ also someoen on twitter said that Scott looked like Ed Sheeran and I'm currently losing my shit rn ]
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sadtrashking · 1 year
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Could you imagine if Techno found Tubbo having a nightmare and tried to help him cause he helped Tommy how hard could it be? But Tubbo keeps panicking whenever Techno gets close or speaks. And he is confused cause he could do this before. And then he realizes he can't, cause the difference between Tommy and Tubbo is that it's Techno who haunts Tubbo's dreams.
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musicalchaos07 · 6 months
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Rich kid Argyle i love u
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y0un1ce · 2 years
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1:26am
After crying over a rag bros angstfic I've deducted as a headcanon that kaeya thinks of klee of the innocence of just pure childhood when he and diluc were back then and I think it makes heart ache when klee tells kaeya she thinks of him as her big best brother and that kaeya genuinely feels moved and love from this because yknow considering diluc doesnt even acknowledge kaeya as his brother that much so this is like closure for kaeya.
Another sad headcanon is that whenevr kaeyas whole facade he shows out in monstandt is an immediate switch when he's in his home, imagine kaeya when he closes his door behind his back after a long shift and is now midnight his mood is now desolate, he feels after all of that its just gonna be the same cycle with the same despair. And I like to think he detaches his vision in a small compartment in his closet just to give him some kind of relief if he didnt get it after that incident.
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writeranon69 · 1 year
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Omori AU where, after the Good Ending, Sunny goes to visit his half brother and sister, Charlie and Sally, only to find out Charlie is interested in a piano enthusiast
Sunny would be surprised, confused, and disappointed all at once
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thelilylav · 9 months
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Aziraphale is the most character ever. He ran out of ideas so he declared war on hell. He canonically says fuck. His favourite colour is yellow. He’s literally an angel and can speak every language on earth but still isn’t fluent in french. He told his boyfriend to shoot him for his magic act and made him go through with it when their miracles weren’t working. He gave away his flaming sword and then lied about it for the next 6000 years. He has a bookshop that never sells books. No one’s doing it like him.
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callisteios · 8 months
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Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!
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