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tangledinink · 10 months
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the gemini egg saga, part three
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insomniac-ships · 2 years
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I feel like now is a good time to make this perfectly clear: I am unapologetically pro-choice. If you don't like that, block me.
Y'know what? If you're anti-abortion/pro-forced birth? Please block me. Stay far away from me. Kindly go away.
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frenchiefitzhere · 4 months
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DEAR SANTA CLAUS...
WHAT ARE HUXLEY'S MOMS' NAMES??!?!?!?! I HAVE BEEN VERY GOOD THIS YEAR
PLEASE ASK ERIK AND THEN WHISPER IT IN MY EAR
I WILL LEAVE YOU SO MANY COOKIES AND SO MUCH MILK, MR. SANTA SIR
love, frenchie
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salemssimblr · 3 months
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But I was born to rule The dark side of the moon Our lovely underworld Take the night Get your high It's all for you
Thank you to all CC creators! Scene by me 👀
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topguncortez · 1 year
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Professor Jake Seresin
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coming soon…
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jaxfart · 1 month
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Me when i disregard the “ea spoilers” and i do in fact spoil an audio for myself
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silntera · 1 year
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*desperately searches for a mazzy star record*
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cervidaecorpse · 2 months
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Life update: I have gone feral.
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vivitheanimaxen · 3 months
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Jimmy hadn't realized he was alive. Not at first. He'd been frozen to the spot, static buzzing in his ears and eyes shut against the incoming pain.
He flinched, when a too warm hand touched his shoulder.
"Hey, Jimmy." Tango's voice cutting through the static, a hand cupping his cheek, "You're quite the treasure, hm? You make letting those fools paw through my hoard worth it."
Jimmy hunched in on himself, his wings coming up in a protective mantle. He was too scared to make any noise, too frozen to open his eyes. He didn't want to see his troupe. Not like this.
"Hey now-- hey sh sh shhhhh. . ."
Jimmy felt a rush of cold air, before something scooped him up and tucked him close. It felt almost like a giant hand, but a little bit too cold and smooth. He didn't dare look, ignoring the vertigo of sudden movement.
It took him being dropped onto a pile of something soft and warm to shock him into opening his eyes with an 'oof--'
Jimmy wished he hadn't. He'd been deposited in a nest-- one much bigger than any avian would make, obviously big enough to house a dragon comfortably--
And Tango was staring at him.
Tango. As a dragon. Right.
He couldn't look more different that the form he'd taken as a human to trick them into his lair. His scales were silver, as far as Jimmy could tell, what with the horrible lighting and the shock and the way everything was sort of swimming--
So he was a good dragon then, not one that would torment Jimmy just to eat him later. Maybe. He had just-- Nope. Not the time to think about that.
The dragon circled Jimmy once, almost like a dog bedding down, before plopping next to him, one big eye staring at Jimmy.
"You're not going to keel over from stress, are you? I hate losing my treasures."
Jimmy pulled his wings tight around himself, "N-no. I'll-- I'm not going to die."
"Good." Tango huffed out a soft breath of mist, draping a big wing over Jimmy like throwing a blanket over a birdcage.
Jimmy let out a soft 'eep-'. Then he went quiet. He was probably in shock.
He was most definitely in shock. Jimmy's memories were fuzzy, at least for the next few-- somethings. The next stretch of time.
It came in waves, almost.
The memories were tinged with fear and static first; who wouldn't be terrified of a dragon? Tango brought him food and water, and bundled him up in warm furs and draped him in jewelry. Like Jimmy was a glorified statue. To be fair, it was how he'd been acting.
Then Jimmy either got over his fear or got used to it-- he couldn't remember which. Probably both-- and out came the anger. Tango had murdered his entire troupe on a whim! He had probably done it to more adventurers in the past. And now he was treating Jimmy like a pet-- a very spoiled pet, but still a pet--
There was a lot of yelling, and a lot of static, and there was an attempt at escaping-- It would have never worked, but Jimmy had to try. Multiple attempts at escaping. Anger turned into a desperate need to be free, a yearning for the sun and the open sky after so long without it.
Tango was patient through it all, in a way that pissed Jimmy off even more. It was like-- like anything Jimmy did was so entertaining. Like Jimmy was a disgruntled kitten.
The anger lasted a long time, swinging down into despair and back again. Nothing he did could make Tango angry at him. Nothing he did could get anything other than a condescending grin and an amused laugh and a wing draped over his head in the nest at the end of the day. Tango even started bringing him along when he went to work on his lair; he put Jimmy on a magic leash, one that let Tango keep him close. Tango said it was 'to keep him safe'
There was only one time where Tango did anything to hurt Jimmy. And it wasn't even anything bad, the static said. It hadn't really hurt him.
Tango had clipped his wings.
Jimmy had attempted to throw himself to the floor from the very top of the swooping ceilings of the treasure room. It was the highest place he could get to, trapped underground as he was.
Tango had caught him before he could to anything to truly hurt himself, carefully slicing his flight feathers short and crippling the avian for who knew how long.
It was humiliating.
The static had taken most of the next stretch of time from him-- but it didn't take everything. Jimmy knew that he'd finally found a way to piss Tango off. Somehow. Whenever he reached to grasp at those memories, they always seemed a little bit out of reach.
Tango just wanted to be his friend. Why had he been fighting so hard against him? Jimmy should be happy to have a friend as great as Tango! Who else could say that they were best friends with a dragon?
Jimmy's feathers grew back in as gold as the treasure Tango loved to drape on him. It was comforting, for the dragon to help him preen them.
He couldn't quite remember when he'd made the pact, but he had. How else could he have ended up with more magic than he knew what to do with, and the ability to hear Tango calling for him anywhere in the lair or the Citadel above?
Jimmy was given free rein of the place, after the pact. Tango seemed overjoyed to have someone to show all his clever traps and passages and hidden doors and puzzles and treasure to. There was always some new trick to learn, or some new spell Tango wanted him to try, or some new magic artifact for Jimmy look at or wear or use.
Jimmy didn't quite know when he'd picked up singing, either. It wasn't singing like most humanoids sang. It was birdsong. And it was something Tango could hear no matter how far away from him Jimmy wandered.
The dungeon continued to bring in adventurers. Wanna-be heroes, after gold or magic or who knew what. Time was a fickle thing, down in Tango's lair, and Jimmy had no way of telling how long it'd been since he arrived. Whenever he asked, Tango would give him an answer that wasn't really an answer. Surely he'd been here for less than a year.
Tango started letting Jimmy help. The adventurers made for good magic practice. And not all of them were the punch first, ask questions later kind of adventurers.
Jimmy couldn't help but warn them about the danger. That this was a dragon's lair.
Tango found it amusing, how some of them tried to backtrack, after they found out what they were up against.
He didn't let them, of course.
Jimmy found it at least a little bit interesting, how Tango's lair was set up to reward those who played his games and solved his puzzles and were clever in ways Tango hadn't thought of yet. His troupe had had so much trouble because they'd ignored all of it, in favor of slogging through the dungeons and killing the monsters.
The fastest he'd ever seen a troupe get down to Tango's lair proper was less than a week.
That was the first troupe where Jimmy had a significant hand in guiding them past the worst of the danger. He'd grown fond of them. They had treated Jimmy like one of their own.
Tango let them each choose one piece of treasure.
They'd earned it, Tango whispered through the bond. He did give treasures away to those who had earned the reward. And besides, they'd treated Jimmy so well. Even before knowing this place was a dragon's lair.
It was up to them to get out with the treasures, however.
Tango didn't let Jimmy help them on the way out.
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Kylux, aftermath of torture
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"How is my Grand Marshall?"
"How is my Grand Marshall?" Hux mimicked him. "How is my dear Grand Marshall? How are you dear?" Ren cleared his throat realizing that Hux was quoting him " And famous 'Hux. You should be in my bed' on the bridge."
"It was slip of the tongue and i apologized. On the bridge."
" 'I mean in your bed' it's not an apology. It's merely a correction. Do you have anything to tell me Supreme Leader ?"
"And... and if i do?"
"I want to hear it. Now. Or get out. "Kylo sat down next to him. He looked awfully guilty.
"I..."
"Look at me when you are talking. I am not on the wall."
"Kriff why do you have to make everything harder than it is?" Hux smiled at that.
"Annoying, isn't it? Go on." Kylo sighed.
"I need you."
"I know. That's all?"
"I... was worried. About you."
"Yes. I realized, Ren."
"I.. care."
"You made it quite clear."
"Kriff i fucking hate you."
"Please."
Please.
" When they took you i thought i am going to either die or kill everyone around..."
Hux suddenly looked tired. Sad.
" Yes i feared you may say that. Don't... get me wrong Ren. You are... there is nothing wrong with you. I mean there is but you helped me. I appreciate that. I am just... not the right person to... love or whatever you are impling."
Kylo laughed.
"Really? You are talking to me Hux."
"You don't understand" You don't know what i have done to get this
"Explain then."
" I never had anyone" and you will never know.
"So am I."
"I never... " Never.
"Me neither."
"I even don't know if i want to ever..." It was a mistake. The price was to high.
"Its fine i don't care." Hux was looking at him confused "Look. If it was about bedding someone i would ask one of the knights. "
"Then... what is it about ?"
"Having someone on my side. Somebody close. That i can relay on, believe in his words. Spend time. Sleep by if its fine with you. Just sleep nothing more. I am tired of waiting when you will stab me in the back. We should work together. As equals"
Not if. When.
"We will never be equal. There is huge gap between us and there always will be. Ren. How can’t you see that?"
"I hoped ..."
"Hope is not a thing i can relay on. I am sorry Supreme Leader. I have work to do." He dismissed him. Kylo was looking at him in shock he turned around and exited slowly. He dismissed him. Just like that. After Kylo told him about... love? Feelings?. What kind of person dose that? He sighed. Hux does. He was actively avoiding him for two weeks after that. He didn't know it was mistake. Horrible mistake. Hux was frustrated. Still, deeply wounded, recovering from weeks with Resistance and Kylo ignoring him was not helpful. At all. He realized that on Supreme Council meeting. Hux was not looking at him. Even when he was talking he kept his eyes somewhere behind him.
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
"Look at me!" He said louder than he wanted to. Hux jumped and Kylo immediately felt need to apologize. Grand Marshall looked at him finally. With disdain. But somewhere behind that, there was fear. Kylo pressed on his mind with force and felt pain and heard scream. "Everybody out except Grand Marshall. " he said quietly. They obeyed without a word. Hux stayed. He was silent. They sat in silence for few long minutes.
"How are you ?" Kylo said.
"Not good." Hux answered.
And then silence.
"I... i am sorry. I shouldn't ignore you like that. I was just... "
"No need to be sorry. I understand. You expected something else. " And I expected you to be wiser. And i expected myself to be more confident.
"it didn't gave me right to ignore you. You were honest i should... at least appreciate that"
And silence again. Hux sighed.
"I... " Should tell you.
"And you were right. There is a gap between us. We are different. But it doesn't mean that we can't be equal. You will never have force and i will never be like you. I can fly things. You can build them. I can manipulate people using force, you don't need force even for that. If you can't relay on hope, relay on the fact that i am everything that you are not. And that you are everything that i never will be. Hux I.... "
Oh Ren.
"Come to my quarters after my shift." Hux blurted out and left the room leaving Kylo alone. Just like that.
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"You have cold nose"
"Don't whine Ren. "
"You know? For someone who doesn't want anything close to sex you are quite cuddly." Hux glared at him.
"Careful Ren. It's your test night. Do anything wrong and It will never happen again. I can assure you. "
"Easy. I know the rules you were very precise." Hux nuzzled into his neck.
"I killed Pryde"
"It helped?"
"What do you think?"
Ren sighed toying with his hair. He observed like Hux visibly relaxed. That was so surreal. So, so surreal. They were lying like that in silence and Kylo felt that Hux can't just drift off. "What have they done?" He asked.
He felt as Hux clenched his fingers on him. His lips trembled for a moment. Then he shrugged.
"It's... nothing i want to talk about. I am sure you went through my medical records so. "
"I did."
"That is an outrageous violation of my privacy Ren." He said but there was no anger.
"I can stand it Hux. Just tell me"
He put his head on Kylo's shoulder. He was silent for very long time. But Kylo knew there was storm in his mind. And then he started talking.
And talking. And talking. And between this festival of macabre, pain and humiliation. Between tears, broken bones and uttered words Kylo found himself holding him tightly. Kylo found himself crying. Promising that they will all die in pain. Kylo found himself saying "You are safe".
And if only he paid more attention. He would see Hux smiling as he leaned into his arms. He would see not broken mind but mind so corrupted with darkness, so submerged in fear that was able to scheme its own destruction. Just for that short, quiet words" You are safe".
It seems that it only takes few weeks of torture to get him what he wanted. Rank, Pryde's head, Kylo Ren... and slowly but surely whole Galaxy. Now that he has a weapon more powerful than Starkiller.
Love. And it was painful to get it. But everything has a price to pay. Let's hope it wasn't too high.
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respectthepetty · 8 months
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When will I get more color-coded MosBank in SunsetxVibes?
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BUT WHEN?!
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I want the cast list to be ouuuuuuuuuuttt
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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years
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kiuda · 5 months
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for real! I haven’t been to twitter for a long time but today I logged in because I thought things are maybe calming down after what Dream said on stream and all I see is people not reading his tweets and having a full meltdown because of it
i'm just begging for a single braincell to wake up in their minds i know they can do it i believe in them
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karometeenk · 2 months
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so fucking weird how supermarkets clean up their christmas stuff and immedately put easter eggs in its place. it's halfway january. honey, it's not even lent.
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bethanydelleman · 1 year
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So the Mansfield Park relationship between Mary and Edmund is Ted and Robin from How I Met Your Mother.
Robin has very clearly stated she doesn't want children, Ted absolutely wants kids. For some reason they date anyway, for a super long time! And it just made me angry. You guys are in your thirties, get your act together! Love cannot cover unreconcilable differences!
So dear Edmund, just propose or give up! You keep wishing Mary will change, but she won't! Being a pastor is fundamental to Edmund; not wanting to be stuck in the country is fundamental to Mary. You can't fix that. Love cannot cover everything.
Mary does decide to accept Edmund if he proposes, but will she really like the life she would have chosen? In a big way, these two were saved by fate.
I will pity Edmund a little more because he's much younger and he's never been in love before. I have no patience for Ted. (and yes, the ending was stupid and makes the mother seem like a baby maker that Ted had to get through to make it to Robin)
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