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ladykettlechips · 4 months

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Made to Be, Chapter 9: Closer After their Kitchen Encounter, Anthony thinks about that near-kiss and ultimately decides that he would be better off with a few siblings less.

I updated, YAY!!!!!!!

#kanthony #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kanthony fic #kathony fic #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #made to be fic #made to be chapter 9 #made to be update

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catsharky · 2 months

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Been playing The Quarry recently and drew this fast last night to send to a friend.

And I mean, I love all of them (though Emma is on thin fucking ice) but I couldn't help but be extra charmed by the tired old man who hasn't had a day off in 6 years

#Jacob is an extremely close second tho ok #they made him cry and I was just #FINE. OK. I'M SOLD #also I think I just started chapter 9 is where I'm at if anyone's curious #the quarry #sharky life #comic #sharky art

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skipandloafer-anime · 1 year

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Redraw of today’s Skip and Loafer episode. This is one of the warmest, comfiest moments in the whole manga and it means so much to me 🍉

#skip and loafer #skip to loafer #s&l #mitsumi #iwakura mitsumi #sukirofa #stl #skip and loafer episode 9 #been busy but have been watching #and reading!!!! latest chapter made me care for fumi so much #have so much to say later #my fanart #redraw #redraw mitsumi

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emilykaldwen · 6 months

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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy on AO3

Excerpts from the Targaryen Histories in regards to Lady Abrogail Strong, as collected by Archmaester Gyldayn

[…] Introduced by the Lord Hand's wife, Lady Cybell Reyne, Lyonel Strong and Celeste Reyne were a love match. The third and final marriage for the lord, the two of them complimented the other well. The Lady Celeste was both a kind and formidable woman, a true lioness of the Westerlands. It was said that she could speak so sweetly for nightblooms to open in the day, and command an army as easily as she could command the ladies at a summer picnic. Lord Lyonel was a quiet man, intimidating upon sight but could easily indulge in discussing more obscure moments of history with great vigor. Children would be difficult for the couple, and after miscarriages and a child who passed shortly after birth, Abrogail Strong was born in the cool, early days of spring in 109 AC. Lord Lyonel named her for one of his more obscure historical interests of the demon sorceress, Abrogail Thrune, of Asshai.

Grandmaester Mellos has the most to share during this time, having attended the Lady Celeste in her final years and thus we can take his writings as primary source. The child, Abrogail, was installed in the nursery along with the young Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena. The children were soon joined by the infant Prince Aemond, raised together as kin, under the watchful eye of the Queen and Lady Celeste. The children were rambunctious and close, frequently seen together exploring and playing. Sources agree that tensions began to rise once Princess Rhaenyra's firstborn son, Jacaerys Velaryon, joined what had been affectionately dubbed The Clutch per the command of the King. Later sources suggest that the rumors of Jacaerys' bastard parentage were strengthened here as the children grew older, with many remarking that both Abrogail and Jacaerys shared the same smile and dimples. The initial rumors questioned due to the darker features the boy had compared to both his assumed parentage; it was the similarities with the young Abrogail that narrowed the potential fathers down to Ser Harwin Strong, Rhaenyra's champion and sworn shield.

Stories are told that the Hand of the King had attempted to resign but the King refused his request, and demanded that he return after setting his heir up in the Riverlands. Abrogail was meant to have accompanied them, but Larys Strong himself states that his father decided that he would send for her later. It was a decision that saved the child's life. Fire broke out in the holding, killing Lyonel and Harwin without any chance of rescue.

Grandmaester Mellos' records state that the child fell into a depression so deep, they feared she might take her own life. She had gone mute and listless, refusing to engage in activities that once delighted her, and refused to eat. She was considered unwell enough that it was deemed unwise to allow her to attend Harrenhal for her beloved father and brother's funeral. When informed of this, Lady Abrogail gave no reaction, and seemed to sink further into her grief. Septon Eustace provides an account of witnessing both Abrogail and Prince Aegon in the sept, where the Prince had joined her in her prayers. He does not know what words were exchanged between the pair, but witnessed a smile grace the Lady's face before he led her out by the hand to ride Sunfyre, a past time that the pair would indulge in together for years to come.

[…] There was little surprised when, on Prince Aegon's nameday in 126 AC, the official betrothal was announced between the prince and the Lady Abrogail. What was surprising was the declaration that the pair would reside in the Riverlands. House Targaryen had one holding outside the Iron Throne, that of Dragonstone, which Aenys Targaryen had made the seat of the heir. While many had expected the king to name his first born son heir during the festivities, it appeared that the king had other ideas. Had Queen Alicent sought to bolster her son's position and gain the support of the Riverlands when the time came? Or had King Viserys finally stepped in between the factions of his household, declaring Aegon's seat to be gained through his wife, and a holding that held such tragedy and foreboding?

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lyr-caelum · 2 months

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Pov: I don’t upload the ATYD COMIC in 4 months

Ok u guys… i get it.. but just for the record… i have a full time job, i draw other things in between the comic, (like in every universe series) and im working on a secret project at the same time that i hope it turns out fucking awesome… im so glad that all of u are very kind and patient … but im doing my best… ok? 🥲

I’m just letting u guys know whats going on and why it took me a while to upload

Love u ✨

#this actually made me laugh so hard #i get it really… but the day has only 24 hours #i have a big girl job that takes away 11h a day #and im sleeping between 4/5h a day.. so SO!#the rest its drawing #and i had to chop chapter 9 in 3/4 parts dont know jet a 100% but this chapert its over 80 pages…#part 1 is 23 pages..#dont get me wrong im so very gratefull of the amount of love my works get every time.. love u all #🫠#i love people being savage.. im one myself but im trying my best #atyd comic #wolfstar fanart

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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“That’s the last thing Lucien feels for me,” Elain said, embarrassment threatening to choke her.

Arina laughed again. “Oh, Elain. Trust me. Lucien was burning with jealousy back there. All you have to do is touch another male and he’s likely to combust.”

“You’re wrong. He hates me.”

“Lucien is too stupid to know what he feels,” she disagreed, eyes sparkling.

#still a sunbeam tomorrow!#this is from chapter 9 #im just going over what ive written so far and this made me laugh

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incorrect-jojolands-quotes · 6 months

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it finally happened

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I've never edited something, let alone, got involved in something so major before. We worked really hard on this so it would be great if you can support our channel! We also have a discord server if you want to see behind the scenes content, chat with our crew, or get involved.

#the jojolands #jjba #jojo part 9 #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 9 #jojolands #jjba jojolands #jojolands fandub #fan project #fandub project #we worked hard bc we made ourselves rush to finish this #yes we colored the panels on our own #no we have no skills or experience in doing something so massive #yours truly never edited shit like this before #it was a learning process #chapter 2 would have more time for us to work and improve so plz be patient #watch Honolulu Hot Takes #Youtube

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silcoitus · 1 year

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Tailor-Made (Chp 9)

Previous chapter: Chapter 8

Tailor-Made Masterlist

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

Chapter tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Set between Acts 1 and 2 of Arcane;

Chapter word count: 5.2k

Chapter Beta Reader: @deny-the-issue

Total word count: 25.7k

Chapter 9—Haute Couture on AO3

Read Chapter 10 here!

A/N: Bit of a longer chapter! Eeeeeeee! Some physical closeness??? Silco already seemingly planning a second date with the fair?? MATCHING GOLD TRIM??? I've outdone myself bwahaha

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#silcoitus writing #silcoitus #tailor made #chapter 9 #silco fanfic #silco x you #silco x reader #silco slowburn #silco arcane #arcane fanfic

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wyrmscockfortress · 4 months

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wip wednesday saturday!!!!! here's a bit from an upcoming chapter of my tav/reader fic <3

set in act 3, in the bhaal temple, dark urge spoilers, gore, durge x reader

you're awoken from a deep, troubled sleep by two strong hands gently cupping your face. you smile groggily and nuzzle into his touch.

"mm, Tav, wha…-" you start to ask. you trail off when you're hit by the sickly smell of rot, carried in the chill air. you feel flat, rough stone beneath you, and the hands that hold you reek of blood. where are you?

your tired eyes blink open and go wide. it is indeed Tav who holds you; you barely recognize him for how smeared with gore he is. he looks distressed, and there's another emotion in his face you can't quite identify. above him you see a vast, vaulted stone ceiling, so high it's almost hidden in darkness. your mouth is incredibly dry, and your body aches. how long have you been here?

"gods…" Tav whispers. your vision swims as he guides you to sit up; you look around, blinking. he's perched next to your body on a long, raised stone slab in the sunken center of a vast underground room. the dim firelight reveals a huge stone skull carved into the wall, outlined by a circle of blood-red droplets. it looms menacingly, staring directly down at you. you're pretty sure you've seen that symbol before; your head is still foggy. Tav wraps you tightly in his embrace, pressing his nose into your hair and the side of your face to his gory chest, painting your skin scarlet.

"I thought I'd lost you," he murmurs, his voice catching. you feel his heart pound, entirely too fast. you feel tension, and the sense that something is wrong. you stare again at the icon of the skull; where have you seen it before?

suddenly, its eyes flash a piercing crimson, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. you feel Tav tense around you.

"we- we have to go," he says. his voice trembles. he releases you and quickly looks you over before helping you to your feet, avoiding your eyes. already disoriented, standing up makes you dizzy beyond belief, and you nearly fall back onto the stone. Tav catches you and holds you to him. he starts to guide you towards a staircase, leading up, out of this wretched, putrid place; you only make it a few steps before you feel him freeze in place. you look up and see he's staring at something in front of you. before you can get a proper look at what it is, he turns your bodies, putting himself between you and it and holding you close to his chest. the frantic thumping of his heart is loud in your ears. a jubilant, reedy voice rings through the bloodstained temple.

"he is near-! he's coming for you, master!"

Tav presses the side of your face further into his chest, his grip tightening. your vision shimmers as you stare into the crimson eyes of the gigantic skull on the wall. they pulse with life, as if blood runs from the bone.

the room suddenly rings with the sickening sound of a blade rending flesh, and you flinch. Tav strokes your cheek with his thumb. you can feel his fingers trembling. there's another bone-splitting stab, and another. blood drips onto the stone and the creature grunts; you count five brutal thrusts as its blood splashes to the floor in streams.

then, you feel a presence. something greater than the creature in front of you is in the room now. an unnerving dread settles itself in you, bogging you down and weighing on your already tired limbs. it's as if you're falling in slow motion and you've left your organs behind. Tav's heart races, and his blood sings through his veins; he squeezes you closer to him, turning to hold you further from the presence in front of him. you can feel his neck straining to look at it. the dread silence stifles the air, coiled like a predator waiting in ambush; and then a low, jagged voice pierces your minds.

I expected the other, it growls. yet you stand before me.

you stare into the glistening eyes of the skull, entranced. where are you? whose is this voice?

the circular bloodstones shimmer in the candlelight, throwing off beautifully red reflections that dance around the room. your clouded mind is suddenly clear.

oh.

oh gods, no-...

you squeeze your eyes shut and press into Tav, the crimson light playing across your eyelids. you never thought you would find the temple of Bhaal, much less face the god of murder himself. this is the last place you imagine Tav wants to be; his former home, his playground, the place he built his empire. how many people had worshiped him, how much suffering had they created in his name? what sins had he himself performed in the name of Bhaal? he doesn't remember, but you can't help but wonder what countless filthy acts he might have committed in this very room. the fact that you're even still alive is a miracle, you muse. before you have a chance to think about why you're here, the voice addresses Tav again.

you live, and thus, you are my chosen. I have a gift for you, child.

the voice pauses for a beat.

you will use it to lacerate this world.

you feel Tav stand up straighter. his chest rises and falls against you as he breathes deep, his heart pounding.

"and if I refuse?" he murmurs. the air hums with the god's displeasure.

I will extinguish you.

your eyes fly open. Tav seems to stand fearlessly in the face of his father, Bhaal, the murder god. but you know the truth. you can feel how his limbs tremble, and how every muscle is tensed, ready to run; he may wear the very face of defiance, but Tav is terrified.

still, you feel him gather himself, taking another deep breath. the air washes over you as he briefly turns to nuzzle his face into your hair. a new dread pools in your gut, deeper than that imposed by the god's presence. tears gather in your eyes; you know what he's going to do. he raises his head and turns again to face his father. you tighten your fist in the bloodstained cloth of his shirt so hard that it shakes, and hold your breath as he speaks.

"I would rather die than let you control me any longer," he says quietly.

Bhaal's anger flares all around you. you suppress a sob.

my blood runs through your veins, child. my power.

Tav says nothing. he still holds you close, his body a barrier between you and whatever produces the voice of Bhaal. you realize it must be your fault he's had to come back here. he could've run away, left you to your fate, escaped into the busy city and never faced his father; but you know that's not the kind of person he is. the man you love would never stand down from a challenge, and he'd sacrifice anything for those he cares about.

and you have a dreadful feeling you're about to find out exactly what he's going to sacrifice. you've already seen firsthand what happens when one denies a god; your lover happens to have pissed off the god of fucking murder. you press your face harder into his chest. you imagine Tav lying there on the altar, split open, his living, pulsing organs on display for a crowd; you imagine his cries of agony as teeth close around a part of his soft, red insides, lines of cultists waiting patiently to take their turn at his flesh. tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you grind your teeth, desperately willing the imagery away. whatever Tav's father is about to do to him will break him, certainly; you can only wish him a swift, painless end and hope that his death won't break you.

a tear finally slips from your eye and mingles with the blood on his front; then another. you realize you never told him you love him; right now might be your last chance. you lean away from him to look up at his face, and he looks away from the avatar of his father to gaze down at you; but as you open your mouth to speak, the stillness of the room is wrought by a bone-chilling, soul-rending whine.

if you do not wish to claim your birthright, then I will take back what is mine.

you look into each other's eyes, wide in terror. Bhaal's ancient dread magic rises, a deeply unsettling hum that sets every nerve in your body on fire and worms its way into the most hidden parts of your very being. nothing in the room is visibly changed, but the air has grown dense as lead; all around you you can feel the essence of pure, visceral suffering. Tav stiffens his arms around you and brings you tight against him. you can feel him trembling. there is no sound in the still room but your minds howl as the screams of all of the souls ever claimed by the dread lord rise and rip through you in one all-consuming, unending torrent of agony. you've never known anything but pain as it wraps around you, filling you; you never existed except to suffer like this.

you cling to Tav as your mind is tossed in the tides of the dread magic like a leaf in the wind, threatening to consume your very being; yet the feeling pales in comparison to the scream that now rips from his chest, rending the air of the silent room. it rings with the most profound, bestial torment; the sound of truly divine suffering. it's the most primal, fear-inducing thing you've ever heard; you're paralyzed in his arms, feeling his claws gouge into your flesh as his life is painfully drained away. his skin burns, and a fine, red mist is drawn from his pores; Bhaal is taking back his own blood. Tav's scream renews as every bone in his body is suddenly shattered with a horrible crack. it soon turns to a strangled gurgle as his tattered lungs fill with blood. it's the worst sound you've ever heard. he stumbles back and falls at the base of the stone altar, bringing you with him. you register a twinge of pain as your knee connects with the stone floor.

Bhaal's presence fades and the swirling dread trickles away as Tav's cry ceases, the last echoes of ultimate suffering dissolving into the quiet room, now silent and still once again save for your frantic breaths and his sickly rattles. now abandoned by his father, he's fallen with his back to the stone, his broken legs splayed out in front of him, still holding you tight. your hands are still clasped in his shirt and your legs are folded awkwardly under you. you rest and pant into his chest for a few moments before untangling them to kneel before him, your face level with his.

your tears flow freely as you cup his face in your shaking palms. he's crying too, his tears mingling with the blood running down his chin from the corner of his mouth. blood and mucus drip from his nose and he struggles with every breath. you know he isn't long for this world.

"I love you," you whisper, gazing into his eyes, and bring your lips to his. it's his blood you taste this time, instead of your own as the first time you'd kissed him. he weakly moves his lips against yours, his eyes starting to fall shut. you rub his cheeks with your thumbs and lay another kiss on his forehead, desperately trying to keep your composure. his chest doesn't rise and fall anymore, and his head grows heavy in your hands.

"Tav?" you sob. he doesn't respond.

"gods… Tav-" you press your forehead to his and weep. you know you're vulnerable here, but you can't leave him yet. you've never seen a creature so wretched and broken; how foolish you were, to think you would have a future with him.

#bg3 fic #tav x reader #yeah so hes his own character and everything lmfao i just didnt think id love him when i made him so i kept the default name rip #anywa y im INCREDIBLY not normal about him #the rest of the fic is on ao3!!!! my username there is cockworms #uhh so this is actually chapter 9 LMFAO i havent finished 7 or 8 yet #but yeag im obsessed with hinm thanks for reading <3 #tav tag <3 #mine own poasts #my writing

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