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@breakbcnes and i plotted thread with viserra.
After visiting her newborn nephew and her exhausted older sister, viserra left the chambers and made her way to her own chambers, when someone bumped into her. “Im so sorry, your grace.” it was eyme strong, her sister’s handmaiden as well the lord commander’s sister.
“Thats alright, eyme.” viserra reassured the handmaiden, giving her a small smile, but it faltered when she saw the concern look in her eyes. “Eyme, is everything alright?” eyme hesisted before voicing her concerns about her father and brother, telling her that something isn’t right. “I would have gone to your sister, but,” eyme trailed off.
“She is still weak.” viserra finished eyme’s sentence, before nodding her head. “And sensing how concerned you are, i will take a carriage to the dragon pit and fly on gaelithox back.”
#breakbcnes#( interactions . / viserra targaryen )#( plotted thread . / )#( starter . / )#( queue . / )#i hope this is okay#lmk if you want me to change anything.#im just setting it up.
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Duck
Flag(s): Progress, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, genderfluid, nonbinary, asexual, and aromantic.
Shape(s): Fluffy circle with sparkles
Requested by: @the-decapod
Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.
#This was fun to edit! I love ducks lol. lmk if you want me to change anything!#duck#lgbtq+#lgbtqia#lgbtqia headcannons#pride icons#pride edit#lantern icons#lesbian#gay#bi#bisexual#transgender#trans#nonbinary#genderfluid#asexual#aromantic#requested
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XIN YA MOMENT
#FINALLY. TOOK ME TWO FUCKEN DAYS TO DRAW THIS DUDE#I made it way too detailed cause I wanted em to look fancy but I’m probably gonna simplify it any time I draw them anyway shfjgsg#i changed my mind way too many times trying tk figure out Colors for them. I’m actually happy with how this came out!!!!#if you squint the sash and jinbu is a reference to sailor HEHE.. I tried to make it stand out without contrasting too much so you can tell#-that it’s not part of Xins aesthetic more like a piece of him they carry around with them <3 they make me ILL#I should also mention they can’t nock arrows for shit. they just use em to stab and cut things apart hence the lack of a bow#it was left by one of the scholars before the island was abandoned so they were like ooh stabby stabby#I just realized I put braces on both their arms and legs but I’m too tired to do anything abt it. I’ll just symmetry win this time#still need to make a quick ref for their pelt pattern and coat. I’ll slap em on artfight when activity dies down shjdgbd#my art#myart#my oc#oc#lmk oc#Monkie kid oc#Lego Monkie kid#lmk#Monkie kid#fan character#Xin Ya#furry#I guess???#reference#reference sheet#artfight#artfight 2023
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a second chance at death (and happiness)
Achilles had known that he would choose glory over a long life the moment he won his first duel. Granted, that duel had been against Patroclus, who he had already fallen in love with. The two vowed to bathe in the Lethe together once they reached Elysium, so they could have one or more lives together somewhere else. They shared the same heart, so they should share the same adventures.
And then Patroclus died, killed by Hector while wearing Achilles's armor. Achilles had never known grief like that before, and his only comfort was the visit from his beloved's ghost, after he'd tried to bury all his pain with Hector's. When Apollo's arrow, guided by Paris, found its home in Achilles's tendon, he cried out of course, but he was glad. He could tell by the strength of the poison (and how it sapped his own) that it was going to kill him. For a second, he remembered kind Chiron, and his own son Neoptolemus--and he pushed their memories aside. Achilles would be with his missing half as soon as he closed his eyes...
He found himself in the Fields of Asphodel, where he and the other shades, ghosts with hardly any color, wandered aimlessly between plain trees, only able to groan as opposed to talk. With a heavy heart and rage directed at the gods, Achilles sat and wept. Patroclus had gone to Elysium--why wouldn't he?--but Achilles had been damned. It felt like forever before he and all the other shades' attention was drawn to something with an enticing scent that seemed familiar...ah, blood. The thing that landed him in his own personal Hell. But he never expected to see Odysseus, solid and alive in Hades. As soon as he got the chance, Achilles warned the man against dying, explaining his own suffering. Odysseus had always been a person who commanded respect, and yet Achilles did not truly understand why until the hero convinced Lord Aidoneus himself to resurrect Achilles.
The king of Hades would warn Achilles against being impious in any way, but Achilles already knew. He would not mess up his chances at an afterlife (or another life) with Patroclus. And maybe he'd get to see his son after all--according to Odysseus, Neoptolemus should've grown up and married. Achilles had a brief reunion with his mother (a big hug and lots of kisses on his cheeks), then went to join Odysseus.
"I hope I'm not too late," Achilles said, only walking up to the older man once he and his people were done burying their friend. He held out his hand, thankful for the opportunity. Just breathing fresh air felt like a blessing, though it was far from the kind Achilles desired. "You quite literally saved my life. I am in your debt."
@eternaljunkyard
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@thecreativeforge | Closed RP
The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.
Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.
And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.
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Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.
Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!
Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...
I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm
Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.
Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.
“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.
She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store.
Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore.
“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.
It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”
She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath.
Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.
She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.
Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her.
So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death.
“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno.
“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying.
At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”
Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.
“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”
The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.
But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.
Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well?
At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe.
“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”
#milgram#mahiru shiina#yuno kashiki#amane and fuuta mentioned#i dont know how well this all fits in with your vision of the au but i had a ton of fun with this lmao sorry 😂#oh hey if anyone knows any japanese superstitions like those in the beginning lmk#i was trying to research them but i kept getting lucky symbols/words - not necessarily actions like that#anyway thank you so much for this!! it was a really interesting moment to capture >:0#drabbles that take me way too long to combine my three brain cells but im really pleased with the end result#i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together#the superstitiousness - the focus on one's presence - the parallels with his bf - what she's dealing with from the voices#im glad it came together semi-smoothly in the end asdfsd#i didnt mean for mahiru t break the fourth wall or anything --#i always saw her as a master at picking up on social changes/cues so she can tell when things are most tense/kotoko is fully prepared#but she doesnt consciously know it -- she just knows that things feel Off#not only do the attacks confirm mahirus fear that shes cursed - but yunos involvement confirms her belief that shes extra lucky#i wonder if shed still end up spending all her time with yuno now that she thought she was such a protective person...#i couldnt articulate it right since the end was wrapping up so nicely - but mahiru starts to wonder if most people are fine being left alon#and *shes* the odd one out for craving company#then she feels isolated because by getting what she wants shes dooming someone else#i mean... if everyone you try to get close to starts getting hurt... wouldnt you worry about the same...?#AHAHAHAHA hope you enjoyed 🙃#*posts this then retreats back into the void for a bit*#drabbles
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↪ closed for @rcseglds | inspo ♡
lips pouts wide eyes meet the other as she lets out a sigh, "why are you being so mean?"
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Oh no. It’s employee #427 and #432!!
Well 427 isn’t necessarily a threat. He is just sitting with a bucket. But 432 wishes to cause chaos! What do you do?
@bucket-enthusiast @timekeeper-432
Oh goodness.
I suppose it would rather depend on what type of chaos Employee 432 intends on doing! If the chaos happens to relate to the Parable -and by extension- the game being broken, I might have to do something about it. I'm unsure as to what I may do just yet, however I sincerely hope we will never get to find out.
However, I am rather glad Stanley is simply with his bucket. While I may have to have a chat with him regarding his relationship with the bucket, I suppose it is better than any chaos that might about to occur.
#submission#the stanley parable#tsp rp#tsp narrator#rp#(ooc: sorry if this isnt a good response yo! ksadjhf lmk if you want me to change anything)#(im a bit out of it today skjdhf)
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Flint was unpredictable which in a way he was familiar with, but this was also an incredibly specific brand of it, he thought to himself. Their interactions are tumultuous as of late. He believed he could continue, trying to learn his patterns, to little avail thus far. After everything that had happened lately from the storm that he made them sail through to everything else, Izzy felt like he needed around two weeks' worth of sleep, which he knew he would never receive in this line of work. Izzy's feelings had been even more mixed as they began sailing again. The late nights, exchanging somewhat flirtatious glances with the Captain. Izzy knew what he himself felt, but it would be incredibly difficult to navigate.
These feelings were exceedingly difficult for him. The man had given similar looks, which only made it more difficult. With any other person, he felt like he could handle it out in the open. However, this time he was not so sure. He was up on deck as the evening had begun to close in on them. As he was assisting with the rigging, he caught Flint's eye as he turned around, gaze focused on him as he approached. He invited Izzy to his cabin to speak and Izzy would of course oblige his request.
It was around thirty minutes later that Izzy made his way to the cabin, a feeling of uncertainty clenching his stomach. He walked in slowly, closing the door behind him. Then, he turned, regarding him as he walked closer. As he viewed Flint sitting behind his desk, Izzy put a hand on his baldric as he began to speak. "You wanted to talk with me, Captain?"
@avastyetwats
#this doesnt have to be this long i got carried away setting it up lol#verse; raise the black (v2)#avastyetwats#(the talk. )#lmk if you want me to change anything#still thinks hes insane but yet hes here lol
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uncanny-valley-abomination introject culture is reverse image searching art of yourself and feeling validated when google labels it "supernatural creature"
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#alterhuman culture is#alterhuman#introject#plural#plurality#i put plural tags on this one because you said introject but lmk if you want me to remove them!#we have to guess tags so if we get anything wrong anyone can ask us to change them!
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@universeofmuses (sansa stark) and I (jocasta baratheon) plotted a thread
Leave, Jocasta, her queen mother had said in days after her little brother’s death. she took that as an invitation to leave king’s landing and she did. she took her loyal guards - guards that has been with her since she was babe and growing up into the woman that she is - old and young - had followed her, protected her whenever she leaves the safety of the red keep.
her guards had asked where they were doing and all she had said, somewhere i know that i can be safe and someone i can trust. it didnt take them long to figure it out. they were heading north.
she heard that her good friend, lady sansa stark is alive and now back in her birth place, winterfell, and it has been a couple of years since she last saw her. she had never blame sansa or her uncle tyrion for the death of her cruel brother, unlike her mother who immediately put blame on tyrion and sansa, not knowing that joffrey had made enemies elsewhere.
sixty-nine days later, she had finally spotted the familiar walls of winterfell. seven years it has been since she was last here, where everything had started. her guards surrounded her as they made way to the gates of winterfell, which had opened on their arrival.
the northerners stopped and stared at them as she rode up to the castle itself, when she spotted the familiar faces of the last surviving starks. She has not even seen bran and arya in seven years, surprised that the two youngest starks had survived.
jocasta got off her horse, making her way over to them, and stopped in front of sansa.
“lady sansa.”
#universeofmuses#universeofmuses / sansa stark#( interactions . / jocasta baratheon )#( starter . / )#i hope this is okay#lmk if you want me to change anything.#sorry for the long post / starter#you dont have to match the length.#:)#( queue . / )
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It was RARE for Cha Hyeon to get a day off. She was far too much of a work-a-holic for her own good. However, she very much did prioritize the time she had off and her self care. So when she had the day off, she was quick to scroll through her contacts to call up Victoria. "Hey, when are you FREE? I was thinking we could go wine tasting. I haven't gone in a while, do you know any good places we haven't tried yet?" She leaned the phone against her shoulder as she carefully finished applying the rest of her skincare routine.
@dandeliicns ; ♡'d
#dandeliicns#🌹 ( 𝐈𝐂 ) : a serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of may; what do you want me to say?#cha heyon is here for all the wine tastings with victoria :')#lmk if you need me to change anything!
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closed starter.
" that one had some vocals on her." sinead chuckled. sinead not shocked whatsoever at her roommate bringing home yet another woman. it was another average morning. sinead sitting at the table working on some drawings and then there's a disheveled woman trying to fix herself after walking out of finley's room, beaming. then there comes finley right after. " i think she's in love with you." sinead was stifling a laughter. " what's her name ? number 2510?" // @lcdyinrcd
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Plotted Starter || @indestructiblelittlefckr
ᒥ🎸ᒧ— The morning news had not been kind to him, plastering his smug, drugged-out mug shot over every news site available. It truly wasn't a flattering picture; glassy, blood shot eyes, a crooked smirk, his hair all wild from a tussle, it told a whole story. 'Edward Teach of Blackbeard's Crew arrested' everywhere had as a headline. But only one person he knew got a call about it that morning, Israel Hands. He didn't want to call Izzy, he didn't want to hear the spiel he'd heard many times before. Yet, the call is made. Izzy is the only friend he's got to help him out, so he left with no other choice.
"Hey, Iz, I...Uh, well I'm at the County Jail with Jack. I need picked up." He said on the phone. Jack, an old bandmate of Ed's youth, and like in Ed's youth he was the source of the trouble that Ed had gotten himself into that night. He doesn't answer any questions, instead he hangs up with a, "Just be here, please."
He stands outside of the jail, and he looks beat. His hair is a wild, tangled mess, there's bags under his tired, hungover eyes, and his clothes are ripped and torn from when he was taken down by the arresting officers. Edward sees Izzy's car approaching and he walks over, limping some and favoring his aggravated, injured knee.
Edward opens the passenger side door, and begins to get in with a small, "Hey, man." No 'thank you for getting me' or 'sorry I may have just ruined my career', only a 'hey' like it was any other day.
#arr or some shit (in character)#indestructiblelittlefckr#//Hello~!#//Hope you like and if there is anything you want me to change lmk~!
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Hello (again :6) !!!
#hola soy tora#aaaaah it feels interesting to be back#almost been a whole year!#and wow it's been rlly hectic#but that aside#hello (again) !!!#and super duper big thank you to the new milestone reached!!!#you guys are awesome#hope y'all are all good!!!#it'd be nice to catch up with the people who I haven't spoken to in so long😭#and also the biggest thank you to everyone who left me those sweetest comments you don't know how much they meant to me 🥹#like seriously thank you so much they were very much needed and well received#I'm not entirely sure how to use this blog again I feel like a ton has changed but I *think* I'm gonna make more gifs? but I think it'll#take a while cause I'm rlly not up to speed in anything at all#today was my final day (and exam!) for first year uni!#can you believe that? :0#anyways thank you so much for everything and I'd hope to be back gradually!#and upload my new pinned post!#I actually made a priv account here so I wasn't totally gone but that happened a good while into my hiatus ahahaa#lmk if you want in to the priv teehee#🫶#OH I ALMOST FORGOT#I HAVE#A RECS BLOG!#it's @scaramwah#teehee#<- I'll rb the pinned if you wanna check it out! it's sparse rn but I'm on holidays now so I can fill it up more!#actually I have a billion blogs I'll make some known in due course ☠️#( queued )#<- I'll be back tmrw ! today was tiring :(
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{ closed for @fxcdboys }
inspo : xxx
"it's not like i haven't had the option," brunette shrugs shoulders, conversation after a bottle of wine turning towards the topic of intimacy, words she wouldn't often say, "i just, i don't know," femme sighs, "haven't wanted anyone to go down on me, i guess." careful admission of her personal life, drawing the line around friendship and too m u c h. "just, ignore me, god, i've had too much wine, i'm just rambling on, you don't wanna hear about my pathetic sex life."
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