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saucylittlesmile · 3 months
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Midori had this caption a few months back which made me realize tessa and Midori must have been friends way longer than I realized haha https://www.instagram.com/p/Ctc3JnxMvIh/?igshid=NzBmMjdhZWRiYQ==
I mean, I can’t math that but what do I know about the actual length of their friendship lol.
(they were 9 years old? pretty impressive)
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txemrn · 1 year
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About Me
Thanks for tagging me, @cariantha! I loved reading your answers and learning more about you! 🖤
Are you named after anyone?
Nope. I'm an OG.
When was the last time you cried?
I ugly cried last night. 🤣 Before you think, "Aww why?!" crying is literally my second language, and sensitivity is my super power.
Do you have kids?
Not human children. I have 2 fur-babies. 🥰
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Pssh, me?
What color are your eyes?
Blue
Scary movies or happy endings?
Thrill and scare me, baby!
Any special talents?
"Special?" Eh... I mean, I'm a musician, and I can make some delicious, non-rubbery scrambled eggs. Per my besties, I have a knack for pulling intimate information out of people I just met. I also can reenact A Goofy Movie. That's worth something, right? 🤣
Where were you born?
The great country of Texas
What are your hobbies?
Outside of the fandom, if I am with my friends, I am literally down for just about anything and everything. But, more specifically, I enjoy music-related activities, make-up, playing games, watching sports (especially American football), cooking, activities with the doggies, artsy activities and reading.
Do you have any pets?
I do!
What sports do you/have you played?
Once upon a time... 🤣 I played volleyball for about 8 years and basketball for 3 seasons. I participated in field activities on the track team that took me to state. In college, I played intramural ultimate frisbee, kickball, dodgeball, and frisbee golf. And I sucked. I also took bowling in college as a course; does that count?
How tall are you?
5' 3.75" (ever since I reached this height, doctors and nurses like to make it a point to say that I'm not "quite" 5' 4"... 😏)
Favorite subject in school?
Science and Math
Dream job?
Not to brag, but my job is pretty dreamy. What do I dream of now? Don't laugh; philanthropy. A more realistic dream: provide women's health care in lower socioeconomic parts of the world outside of the US.
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@neotericthemis @sfb123 @charlotteg234 @socalwriterbee @shannonsaid @bascmve01 ... y'all wanna share with the class? 😘
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newbiealliance · 2 years
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gonna start posting my ocs here in increments
died escaping the oven but was resurrected via means of dark magic, granting her mysterious power. a scatterbrained cookie that governs death and guides the recently departed home. despite her intimidating stature, she is an easygoing and kind cookie who prefers to have fun as opposed to doing her job. rumors say that anyone who sees her true face will have their soul stolen, which is why she wears a mask all the time. her scythe appears to be sentient and the two communicate with each other frequently.
basically my cookie run version of the grim reaper 😁 i combined a plague doctor with a reaper basically. what would u do if she came to collect your soul
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bonus legendary corruption costume
her wings are falling off and she stitched them together in an attempt to salvage them :( overcome with a sense of futility in the inevitability of death
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curiousconch · 1 year
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Back because my notifications are blowing up. Welp. Thanks for the recent reacts and reblogs
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omw to steal ur girl
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preqvelle · 16 days
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Deer caught in headlights or child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang 😂
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Past Astarion Meets His Future
This is a weird ass idea, but I'm doing it anyway. Some time travel fuckery. But the gist is: What if Astarion, decades before the Mind-flayers captured him, was on his last leg? Just on the verge of doing, what was at the time, his only way out. But what if something a little unworldly stopped him?
TW: Suicidal thoughts. M/F, me phoning it in with the dnd lore, Cazador is evil. Like, torture, physically and mentally, manipulation, literal horror shit. He's here so bad things happen to randos and our poor guy. I'm also using this as the backstory again for why Astarion can be in the sun in the future because it's so god damned convenient for drabbles.
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Astarion watched the crowded bar with focused eyes, a feigned, relaxed smirk on his lips. But even with the acting, he could feel the smile on his face start to tremble, a tell-tale sign that he was truly on his last leg. It had been a long, horrible night, one that had no end in sight. Cazador was in rare form, demanding multiple warm bodies in the span of less than five hours. Astarion wasn't sure what had angered him this time, but he was taking it on the victims in a particularly savage way.
Twice already he had forced Astarion to stay in the room with the poor souls he'd brought back. And then Cazador... made him watch what he did to them. The monster truly had a knack for keeping them alive until the last possible moment. Beating them, assaulting them, laughing at their cries for help. He drank from them last, feasting on their blood until they were just on the edge of death before tossing to them ground. Then Astarion was dismissed with the order to find another.
He hated it. It was the worst part of his nights by far, not including when he was the one being tortured in their place. It didn't help that he always looked at their faces, full of terror and betrayal.
Why did he always have to look? It was a question he knew the answer to. It was because he did that to them. Perhaps not literally, but what was the difference? Astarion had led them straight into his hands.
That was all he did. His entire existence had been reduced to this. A slave, a rat, scuttling through the streets, only capable of inflicting the same torment on strangers. It was a hell that no one should experience, and one that Astarion had been in for nearly 130 years.
How could he continue like this? What was the point? He'd spent so long living on pure survival instinct, waiting for the impossible day where luck would be on his side. Where Cazador would kill the wrong stranger, where the possibility of his murder could become a reality. It was delusional, a poor excuse to continue clinging to this farce of a life.
But there was another option. There always had been. All he needs to do is wander off and wait for the sun to rise, and everything could finally be over. It's far from the first time he's thought about it. But Astarion is nothing but a coward. He'd seen the pure pain and misery of a death of that nature, your insides boiling from within as your skin turned to dust. It was horrifying, one of the worst ways someone could go. And yet... it was starting to seem like the only reasonable option he had left.
Maybe... maybe today would be the day, the first time he'd seen the sun in decades. And the last time he'd ever take a breath.
"Are you alone?" A voice asked, followed by a gentle touch to his arm.
Astarion turned, that same shallow smile instantly reappearing on his face. It was a man, one that was handsome enough for Astarion to probably not feel completely sick during the deed. Then again... he could always ignore them and go back to his final plan.
Or he could wait it out one more day, and pray for a miracle. Astarion nodded towards him, still slightly torn but willing to at least try. It's not like he could go home empty handed if things turned out that way.
"Come to my room?"
Well this was certainly easy. Astarion didn't even have to take the energy to bite out a subpar pick up line. He just followed the man to his room, a plan forming in his head on how he could convince him back to the manor. Not to mention his own escape if he turned out to have less than savory intentions.
The stranger shut the door behind him, sitting on the side of his bed with his hands folded in his lap, his eyes staring straight ahead. Astarion barely stopped himself from rolling his own. Great. A weirdo. What a lovely way to end the night, spending it seducing a complete freak. But Astarion had dealt with worse. He perched next to him, crossing his legs as he waited to see where this would go.
"I can see it," He finally said, his voice gravelly as he turned to stare at Astarion.
Astarion raised his brow, wondering for the first time if this particular prey had been partaking in some mind altering substances, "And what exactly are you seeing?"
"You."
Suddenly, the man was wrapping a tight hand around Astarion's wrist, his eyes shining with an unnatural green light, "You're close to the edge. Too close. My lord needs you breathing."
Astarion froze, equally parts horrified and confused at what he was alluding to. How on earth did he know his thoughts? What lord? Or the more likely reality; How wasted could one person be?
Astarion tried to pull back, frowning when he realized the grip on his wrist was iron-clad. He could feel a bit of panic start to swell inside him as he struggled, his voice rising, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Let go of me-"
"You must live," He said, the color of his eyes only getting brighter and brighter, near twin flames in the darkness of the room, "There is no other way. Kelemvor has work for you yet."
His confusion was quickly evaporating into rage. He didn't know what this thing wanted from him, nor why the god of death would have any interest in his life. But how dare he insist on Astarion's pathetic existence having meaning. He knew nothing.
His mask was slipping, his righteous anger spilling forth, "Let go. Before I rip your fucking arm off."
But he made no moves to back down. Instead he started to chant, an incantation that had Astarion officially panicking. Whatever magic he was using, it was powerful. Reality was shifting right beneath Astarion's feet, morphing into something different. The next thing he knew they were somewhere else entirely, his reality melting into something new right before his eyes.
The entire thing was so shocking that Astarion didn't even realize he was seeing sunlight. Without a single pain. He frantically looked around, the insane stranger's grip finally loosening as he twisted away. They were on a couch, in the middle of what looked like a brightly lit townhouse, voices spilling out of the other room.
Astarion stood quickly, a hiss escaping him, "Where in the hells are we?"
"Nowhere," The man said cryptically, his eyes still aflame, "Neither the present of the future. We are in nothing but a glimpse, taken and made for you."
That did nothing to answer his question. But it did make his mind go into more reasonable directions. This had to be an illusion, there was no other explanation for why he wasn't being burned alive. But an illusion of what? And for what purpose?
Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose, at a complete loss at what to do. He could try and kill him and pray that that would break the spell. But there was also the chance that he wouldn't live through an altercation with someone who could warp his senses so easily. Or perhaps this whole thing was a nightmare, a horrifying dream he'd cooked up after a night in the torture chamber.
Still at a loss, he settled on asking another question, "Then what is this a glimpse of?"
"Home," The man said simply before slipping off the couch. The cryptic bastard.
He started walking towards the next room towards the unknown voices; Astarion feeling helpless but to follow.
He lingered at the entryway, his eyes widening at the sight of a woman standing there, cooing at a teary-eyed child she had on her hip. They were right in her line of sight, but she had no reaction to their presence, instead calling out into the other room, "Did you find it yet?"
Another voice called back, oddly familiar as it groaned, "If I had, would I still be on my hands and knees here?"
Astarion stepped forward, more than ready to see if he could enlist the help of strangers for his predicament.
"They can not perceive us," The stranger said, interrupting the call for help that was on the tip of Astarion's tongue, "They are not real. Merely copies of what is, what will be."
"Lovely," Astarion growled out, his fingers itching to fight back against this demon of a man, "Now what in the gods' names does this have to do with me?"
"Watch and you will see," He said, his eyes blazing straight ahead, "The Lord of Death works in mysterious ways."
Astarion's theory of this being a torture-induced dream was becoming more and more believable. He didn't even bother questioning it, not when one more inane answer would send him into a tailspin. Instead he stared ahead, waiting for the moment he would wake up.
The baby was still squirming. Annoying whining sounds spilling from its lips, nearly on the edge of crying. But the woman still had a bright smile on her face, calling back "I told you we should have looked for it last night!"
"Well when she threw it across the room I assumed that meant it had fallen out of favor!" That same familiar voice yelled back, followed by an excited ah-ha! sound.
"Isabella's gonna have a fit, isn't she?" The woman sing-songed, bouncing the child on her hip, "I guess Mommy's going to have to let you start sucking on Daddy's hair again, huh?"
"I heard that!" The muffled voice called back, getting clearer and clearer by the moment. And then another man was walking into the room, grinning ear to ear as he held up a pacifier, "And I will not be forgetting it darling. Don't come crying to me the next time she's gnawing on your nose."
He leaned over to kiss the woman on the cheek before popping the pacifier in the girl's mouth, laughing when it instantly made her calm down. He was tall and pale, an elf with piercing red eyes and pure white hair.
No. It couldn't be-
"There. All better," The man sighed, his voice crystal clear in the calmness of the room, "She has quite the arm for a toddler."
It was a voice that Astarion knew, better than anyone else. It was his own.
Astarion watched, wide-eyed as his other self lifted the baby up in his arms, laughing as the child squealed around the pacifier, "She sure is cute for someone who can be such a brat. She takes after her mother doesn't she?"
The woman rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. Almost like she couldn't help but do anything else as she watched the duo, "Brave words for someone of your nature. Not to mention how she's your twin."
"Nonsense. She looks just like you, we should have named her Tav Jr," Other Astarion playfully argued, taking his other arm to wrap around the woman's shoulders, "I'm only responsible for the corpse-like complexion."
Astarion stared at them, in complete shock. He didn't-why would anyone or anything want to show him this? It didn't make sense. How would it be possible for him to be in the sunlight? Let alone to have a family. Astarion knew that this had to be a lie, there was no other explanation.
But that didn't stop his heart from aching from being forced to witness it. He was too shell-shocked to speak as he followed the duo to the other room, listening as his other self set the child in a crib, still cooing at her, "Auntie Karlach is coming over and you'll need your rest. How else will you be annoying together?"
"Astarion!"
He watched himself laugh as he pulled back, kissing her little forehead before murmuring, "Mommy only says my name like that when she has no comeback, isn't that right princess?"
"You're going to regret telling her everything when she can start talking," The woman, Tav, piped up from next to him, "I hope you realize she'll tell me all of your secrets."
Astarion rolled his eyes before pulling her against him, pressing a sweet and lingering kiss to her lips, "What secrets do I have that you don't know? Please, enlighten me."
What kind of cruel joke was this? Astarion, the real Astarion, had seen enough. He turned to the bastard that had sent him here, growling through gritted teeth, "Why are you doing this to me? Have I not suffered through enough?"
The man offered nothing of value, "We offer you what could be, if you can survive. No more, no less."
No. No, no, no. He wouldn't believe him. He refused to. There was no future for him. There couldn't be. I-It wasn't possible. Not with Cazador looming, not when he couldn't walk in the sun without being burned alive. And especially not when he couldn't even fathom letting himself care form someone enough to have a family with.
But that's what was in front of him. He turned back, his morbid curiosity getting the better of him. Just in time to see the couple standing there, holding each other while they made out like teenagers.
"I love you," His other self sighed happily, the words free and unbidden from his own lips between kisses, "More than anything my sweet."
"With one exception?" Tav asked, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Astarion laughed, nodding towards the crib with a knowing grin, "With one exception."
Astarion stared at them, a horrifying feeling starting to grow in his chest.
Hope.
It's the greatest betrayal he could give himself, an eternity's sentence to his own personal hell on the delusional belief that something better would come. He couldn't give in to it. He wouldn't.
But the question still escapes his lips, "How long?"
"Seventy years until you meet," The stranger said, "You must live to see it. Five more until you're here."
Astarion watched, wide-eyed as the alternate reality started to fade, the stranger's eyes becoming more dull and human-like by the moment. He stared until the last possible moment, trying to commit it all to memory.
But it was difficult. Like thoughts he couldn't quite grasp, slipping through his fingers. Something wasn't right.
"Will I remember this?" He asked, even though he was already on the edge of forgetting.
"No," The man said simply. They were back in the room, sitting on the bed as though nothing had happened, "But you'll remember the hope."
It was the equivalent of a curse, one that Astarion could barely fathom as magic twisted his memories. But he could feel it there, festering in his heart. The yearning for a new life, stronger than ever.
Astarion left Shar's Caress that night feeling dazed and confused. He barely managed to drag a wasted loner back to the manor with him, preying on him in the back aisles. It was startling to think that he'd almost forgotten his original mission considering the consequences. But whatever happened had... done something to him. Something that he couldn't quite name.
But he didn't see the sun that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. Instead he continued to struggle, to suffer at the hands of his sadistic sire with no end in sight. Not until years and years later, when the worst and best thing to ever happen to him occurred. He was kidnapped by mind flayers, but gifted with a disgusting parasite that allowed him to live in the sun.
It wasn't ideal but it was better than being under Cazador's thumb. Not to mention how he found companions relatively quickly. It had been pure luck that you stumbled upon him, even luckier still that you were the type to forgive a man for having a knife to your throat.
He was happy to accompany you. He was happy to do whatever it took to increase his chances of survival, frankly. It helped that he felt... strangely drawn to you. You looked oddly familiar. He didn't know how else to describe it, but it was almost as though he'd met someone from a past life.
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daily-hanamura · 5 months
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ipborgdan · 9 months
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translation state has everything a girlguy could want in a sci-fi book. horrifying cannibalism puberty. horrifying cannibalism arranged marriage. horrifying cannibalism gender discovery. it has it all.
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braisedhoney · 3 months
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Gaster but he says “oya oya”. Trust me on this.
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is this it. is this what you wanted from me.
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bylrndgm · 4 months
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THE GOLDFINCH (2019)
More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing I'd never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying out loud to him in the street - which was, of course, I love you.
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txemrn · 2 years
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Hi!
When was the first time Ethan thought about Tatum in a different way?
(I mean, after the shock of seeing her in Edenbrook and the hard feelings towards her)
When was the moment he thought "ok but she's still beautiful and hot"? 👀
Hey, anon!
Thank you so much for the thoughtful Ask! *hugs*
Great questions! I wish there was a completely straightforward answer, but unfortunately (and I hate saying this), it's complicated!
But let's take a look!
The moment Ethan saw Tatum at Edenbrook, he felt a gut-wrenching pull, a thunderous stirring in his heart. What he and Tatum had back in school was truly a special bond that he has never had with anyone else. They were both born out of broken situations, and still found love--not what life had taught them about love, but true love. They were each other's first loves, and in that innocence of experiencing love for the first time, they were crazy and recklessly committed to one another. He felt wholly loved despite his imperfections and brokenness, being not only accepted, but wanted in his most vulnerable and exposed state. He, of course, would go on on to fall in love again, but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to this bond with Tatum.
But... she cheated on him. How can he forgive that? How can Ethan Ramsey forgive that (and I've been asked this by a few people when I was developing this HC)? It was a terrible betrayal. So, even though his soul is literally screaming at him because she has returned to his life, Ethan resists. And you can't blame him. He doesn't want to get hurt again.
But... coming up in Ricochet, we're going to start watching those walls come tumbling down. He's literally going to look like a madman, going back and forth, trying to figure out what he wants (and unfortunately, it is going to really fuck with Tatum's heart).
Okay, okay... let's go back to your questions. When did he start thinking of her in a different way? I'm gonna rephrase the question to "When did he start being honest with himself?" lol... I don't want to spoil the story, but there will be a clear moment when Ethan can't hold back from comforting a broken Tatum.
I know I'm being vague and/or very cliché, but fingers crossed, the scene will be worth the wait.
I hope this kinda sorta answers your question. Thank you again for the Ask and showing interest in this pairing! *hugs*
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dailyastarionpics · 2 months
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14dayswithyou · 1 month
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[10 May 2022] Does Ren have any specific kinks?
Hoo boy 👀 his main ones are: ♡ Breeding kink ♡ Edging/Orgasm control ♡ Praise kink (giving and receiving) ♡ Biting/Marking((?) He loves seeing the aftermath) ♡ .......Roleplay AKJASFFSF we all saw this one coming
But in saying that, he's down to try out any of your kinks — so long as it's safe, consensual, and explicitly discussed beforehand ^^
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fizzytoo · 3 months
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karlee and amaya (in matching sweaters 🫂) are doing what they can to make ends meet, starting with renting out the extra room they have on the ranch.
maria and jess have also agreed to hire amaya as a bartender for their bar; he’s been practicing mixing drinks in preparation.
close-ups of the room for rent
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(it’s small i know 😭 it’s just a bedroom. they’re broke, they’re only charging 20 simoleons for it. you gotta do what you gotta do)
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daydreamerwonderkid · 4 months
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I was today years old when I learned that DC gave Jason fairy wings
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Ngl I'm lowkey digging the Winx Club x DC crossover pfffttt
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