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#kirby#magolor#marx kirby#askblog#storyline#chapter 1: access granted#filename: skylight#this unholy 25 panel abomination of a post#NUMBER 7... THE LUCKIEST NUMBER..#OH OH AND THE DOOR OPENED OHOHOHO#MARTHA IM COMING HOME SWEATY
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mtf omega stevie where everyone's like why bother transitioning you've already got the vagina and the uterus and everything. but stevies like listen. it's the principle of the thing. also sue me for wanting big naturals
meanwhile alpha eddie's losing his mind bc estrogen makes stevie smell so much sweeter, like honey and caramel, and he's trying not to be a total knothead about it but the 'big naturals' are. ho boy. they're there alright. and stevie already had 'childbearing hips' according to her mother, but the fat redistribution has basically turned her into some kind of fertility goddess, and eddie is so ready to get started on those six nuggets
#they actually end up having like. seven kids. and everyone is like oh poor stevie her alpha can't keep it in his pants#little do they know basically the second she recovers from labour she's giving eddie The Eyes#poor bastard can't say no to her she's so beautiful all knocked up#steddie#transfem steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#abo#honestly transfem omega seems like a cop out cisswap and i don't really like doing those#but i also have a deep sympathy for stevies breeding kink and i need her to get pregnant SOMEHOW#ooh mtf ALPHA stevie who's doing hrt and now needs to get bitched#oho. ohohoho
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I know this wasn't how they were posed but. I don't care. I draw for fun not for accuracy. I love friendship.
@silverskye13 Everyday I wake up and scream.
#is the posing a princess mononoke reference? perhaps. leave me alone.#redstone and skulk#fanart#tanguish#helsknight#these mini-fics are destroying me in a good way#my art#noticing mistakes ohno oh man too bad me I'm posting it ohohoho
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For my next trick for Finish Your Fucking Wips February I will finish a wip I didn't even remember writing!
#how's that for a free bingo square!#I opened my drabble word file and was like#wait I wrote that?#oh...oho...ohohoho >:3#issa good one an evil one I like it#I'm appalled I forgot about it actually#that.being.said... I need to FINISH it first#pref in february
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im about to unpack my candles and yall Know im rubbing my lil fly hands together in delight
#ohohoho it is candle time its Candle Time#all of my sniffs! freed from their cardboard prison!#i just keep tapping my fingertips together while muttering 'candle time' and chuckling like some villain's deranged minion#MY THINGS MY STUFF THEY ARE ALL EMERGING#my closet has so much in it! and still there is Space! huzzah!#fuck i love this closet. already it has my clothes my hats my bags my shoes AND THERE IS STILL SO MUCH MORE SPACE#what can i store! blankets! towels! miscellaneous Things!#absolutely unprompted#this weekend we will be bolting my shelves to the wall so i can place my Books and Trinkets#ohhh my trinkets... too long have they been in the dark... unadmired and shunned....#and i'll be getting stuff to put up my whiteboard and my blackboards and my posters and my pictures and and and#THERE WILL BE NAUGHT A SPARE INCH OF SPACE UPON MY WALLS!!!#and when my new bed arrives i can put my glow stars on the ceiling!#*kronk voice* oh yeah. its all comin together#also i was putting my shoes on the fancy built-in closet shoe rack#and it entertained me Greatly to put my saddle shoes next to my little block heeled shoes#as i was putting them next to each other i felt very gender...#got my boots got my saddle shoes got my fancy heel shoes hell yeah hell yeah#anyway i cant wait to have things hanging Everywhere!#i havent lived in an Owned House since i was like. 5 so this is fun!#I CAN PAINT MY ROOM IF I SO DESIRE!!!#what color! blue! pink! green! black! a color per wall perhaps! i can get new curtains!#this fool is jingling less miserably than normal!#this progression will backtrack once i start job hunting here! its going to suck so fucking much! i do not want to be employed!#but perhaps it will score me friends... or at least workplace acquaintances...#it will also backtrack once my stepdad gets a dog! he wants a golden retriever! i Do Not Want That Ever!#why a golden retriever... theyre so slobbery and they shed and they feel weird and theyre Loud....#eugh. im not going to enjoy that. at all. why not a german shepherd? or a doberman? something with short fur at least?#sigh...
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Growing way too fond of Peter “Parker” Yang, a man who is dead for the entirety of the show and has no speaking lines or flashback scenes to actually give him a personality. But who cares. He’s a nosy bitch who cares too much about strangers and if I think about him for too long I want to cry.
#it’s so SAD#once again. give me the transcript for part 26 so I can inject emotion into my veins#malevolent#faroe and Parker be like: time to haunt the narrative#also goddamnit now I want to design Parker#he’s gonna be the only normal man in the lineup#a hinged man#PLEASE fic writers write more alive Parker fics#I will draw you art#Ohohoho you know I just thought of a terrible su#au* where because John kills Parker with the books effects still happening#what if Parker’s soul instead of leaving for the dark lands or heaven or whatever#gets sucked in Arthur’s mind right behind John#oh the gears are turning#gonna call this the threes a crowd au
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18! ppp and 2 other ocs that r there too wow
#all 5 r in a friend group. ofc.#they don’t know the matsus like that#they’ve interacted tho but the 5 of them just squint at them like oh god how is that even possible#meimei is like hmm sweet and kind but would mooch but also would choke someone out if needed bc she has weird strength#lula is ur ohohoho laugh girl who swears she studies but she’s too busy slacking off but she doesn’t let anyone know that#i might use meimei and lula some more bc they’re fun to put in situations#so i GUESS they’re ososan now. ugh#ppp#peko’s collection
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#oh my god. ive been blessed#this is the best fucking day of my life#polls#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo#pjato#pjo/hoo#these were just the ones i could think of off the top of my head btw#ohohoho#i fully intend to be an asshole with my polls btw.#heroes of olympus#hoo#rick riordan#rrverse#riordanverse#not maintagging all the characters. love u kiss kiss#chanposting
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The sound of waves is soothing and irritating all at once. It almost drives him mad, and then it calms him down again. His heartlight pulses a little quicker than it should. A sense of anxiety gives his rocking motion a strange apprehension.
The sea bears life.
The sea bore us.
His sister's words make him feel sick in his chest.
"Pohatu..."
His head raises suddenly to the grey sky, smiling: "I'm here."
"Where are you siblings?" asks Teridax's voice with a windy whisper, slithering around him.
"Trapped underground."
"Very well," the Makuta's voice purrs; bashful pride swells in the Toa's chest. "Where is the Mask of Light?"
"With Akhmou, to be melted down in the forges."
"Very well," another rumble in the protodermis sea, another caress from the howling gale. "Where are the Turaga Metru?"
"If they haven't been caught already, on the way to me."
"Very, very well, my Toa." Pohatu grins, basking in the quiet praise - but his heartlight stills a moment later as the sky sighs: "And yet..."
Has he done something wrong?
Something bad?
He tried to do everything right, as right as he could.
Did he waste too much time?
Cold winds wrap around him; the ground beneath him seems to sink a little more under his weight, the air curls heavier around his limbs and head, and the entire universe seem to close in on him, to observe him more intently.
He's not scared by this.
He knows Teridax would never hurt him.
He's just trying to understand what he did wrong.
The sounds solidify in the shape of a well-known claw to trace the maskless face he cradles in his arms: "He is still here."
Pohatu looks down.
Takanuva remains unconscious.
"Pohatu..." Teridax asks sweetly, rumbling like a thunderstorm, "You do remember what I've told you... The Toa of Light..."
"But it wasn't his fault!" Pohatu interrupts him. His hold on his little brother tightens slightly. "You said it yourself, Takua has nothing to do with this. If it wasn't for the Turaga, for that mask - he's innocent."
"He is, of course," the Makuta growls, "But danger lurks within him."
The Toa curls around the much larger body in his lap: "But he hasn't done anything wrong," he continues to defend him. "And without the mask he can't do anything, he's just like a Matoran again, without any powers - so I thought... I thought..."
"You disobey me?"
"No! No, no, I'm not disobeying, I don't want to disobey!" he's quick to reassure his master. Nothing frightens him more than the quiet heartbreak in his tone - he's good, he's good, he wants to be good, he wants to be good and useful and someone to be proud of, he doesn't want to make him upset, he doesn't want to disappoint him, it's just... It's just... He looks down, to the closed golden eyes of Takanuva. His shoulders close around him tenderly, to shield him from the cruel world that saw it fit to throw him into such a terrible life. "But he's... He hasn't done anything... He thought - they made him believe he had to, that it was his destiny, it wasn't his fault... He's just Takua... He's just..."
"Your little brother," Teridax finishes for him.
Pohatu nods.
The waves recede until the seabed is almost visible; they crash once more against the cliff with a long, gentle sigh.
"You have much too big a heart, Pohatu," the Makuta tells him, willing the salt in the air to cradle his puppet's head as though it were his palm. "And though it is an admirable thing, it still sometimes blinds you from what must be done - especially when it is in your little brother's best interest."
The Toa looks up, into the sky, to the spectral light of the twin suns. He has no trouble imagining the deep crimson of Teridax's eyes in place of their thin silvery shine.
"He has been turned into my enemy against his will, that is true," the usurper continues, voice low and sweet: "And I cannot execute him for being guilty of a crime others forced him to commit without even knowing what he was truly doing. But he must die regardless, Pohatu - not because he must be brought to justice, like your siblings and their mentors, but because he deserves to be given mercy."
"Mercy?"
"Yes, my Toa, mercy... The very same thing the Turaga denied him. Reflect well: the Avohkii has mutated him, tearing his previous careless, happy existence from him, staining him with the irreversible mark of its blinding light. No matter how far he may run, Destiny will always hound him, chasing him into his demise."
Pohatu hugs his brother closer, as though Destiny was a beast standing right before them in this second, hissing and writhing as it eyes Takanuva with a hungry gaze.
Loving claws of frigid wind soothe his head, caressing it slowly: "Do you see, then?" the waters churn below him, "Death is not a punishment; it is a kindness. Free him from such a horrible fate. Put a gentle end to the life of strife and agony he has been sacrificed to."
This -
This is the only time Pohatu laments following the code.
He would. He would kill Takanuva, right here and now, in his own arms, while he's still unconscious - so he could die loved and safe, without even noticing, drifting into even softer, even deeper sleep.
He would do it for him, so he doesn't have to suffer, so he doesn't have to be torn apart by something else, something so much more terrible than a brother who honestly, honestly loves him, a brother who loves him enough to spare him from something as horrible as a life he should not be forced to live.
He would, he would, he wants to (Teridax is right - what a fool he was for doubting him, when Teridax is always right and always good, and he even talked back to him and argued with him - oh, a fool, a fool, an idiot, a cretin, a worthless mindless sack of rocks - he is so lucky Teridax is so patient with him even when he's this incredibly stupid, so lucky he still cares about him enough to call him dear), but he can't. He can't. He can't.
He rocks Takanuva slowly, for no good reason, and he thinks.
He thinks as hard as he can.
"There's a cave in Po-Metru," he mutters - half to himself, half to the universe, "By the docks - the Visorak horde opened it with a tunnel, but the rest of it caved in... It's under the sea, I remember, with an entrance that can only be found underwater... Getting there was a mess. But I remember the way, I could do it. And the adaptive armor would make it easier. With some luck, the high tide would catch up to him before he could wake up. He wouldn't feel a single thing."
The ground beneath him rumbles: "There," Teridax praises him, "How clever you are, when your mind is clear."
The fear and guilt and worry are washed away from him completely in the mere fraction of a second, like a bad dream chased off by a gentle embrace: Pohatu smiles, embarrassed and flattered.
"Although, just in case luck does not favor us - perhaps, a shackle or two... As he would not understand your act of mercy..."
Of course, of course: "I'll make sure he's secured, Great Spirit."
The grandiose title makes the cliff on which the Toa sits stand even taller as the Makuta preens himself. Great Spirit - yes, of course; that is his name, now, and this is his universe; and oh, it is with such reverence that Pohatu says it, such conviction, such blind all-consuming devotion...
His claws in the shape of the winds lift the Toa's chin up to the sky, his brilliant eyes so eager to make him proud: "Well done, Pohatu," Teridax croons; with another gust of gale he presses against the forehead of his mask to push it down again, in a show of obedience: "I knew you would not disappoint me."
Pohatu never disappoints him.
Pohatu craves to be loved too much to disappoint him.
"Now run along, my dear Toa of Stone. You have a brother to save, and six traitors to imprison."
Pohatu nods, brimming with purpose and quelled anxieties.
Then he disappears, an orange flash beneath grey skies.
The waves keep crashing against the small cliff.
Under it, Hewkii shakes, breathing too fast.
#bionicle#pohatu#makuta teridax#takanuva#hewkii#random writing#orpiment au#mercy killing tw#discussions of it#emotional manipulation tw#me while writing: hehe :) hehehe!!! ohohoho!! >:D yippie!!!!#me while re-reading: oh. oh no. oh fuckin- oh yikes#back to pohatu being nice for a change but also unfortunately we get to see the depths of the chokehold teridax has on him#and ill be fuckin real with ya i got uncomfortable at a point#he is. so desperate for his approval. and so consumed by said desperation. that he will completely change his view of a situation#if teridax presents it to him with the right words. and teridax ALWAYS know how to present it to him with the right words.#that last line wasnt planned but it was a great idea. putting him in the fucking blender. enjoy hell my lad
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the home inside your head (chapter 9)
While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’s who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.
Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.
She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.
She swallows, thinking of the proximity they’ll share in bed for the night. A silly thought, maybe, considering how often they’ve shared a bed before. But tonight feels different, full of reckless choices and skewed judgment. Tonight feels like falling.
#bumbleby#rwby#bumbleby fic#oh look it's a miracle! i've updated!#the home inside your head#hiyh#ohohoho this chapter is a fun one and so is that teaser line
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they need to start picking random fic tropes and making silly little gay movies im so tired of romcoms with ugly annoying skinny cis straight white men as the love interest i cant take it anymore please i cant
#and i dont mean make a movie based on a viral watpatt fic#we all know that never goes well#i mean make a royal au movie#the knight is secretly in love with the prince#and all that yknow#sapphic movie: one has a flower shop thr other a tattoo parlor#meet cute at the cafe ? main character has a crush on the barista#childhood friends to lovers:#A is yearning forever because B is straight. A has to see him date a bunch of girls. oh would u look at that B is actually bi ??? ohohoho#u know simple fun tropes like that#they need to start making good romcoms again#im so bored#rant#movies#romcoms#gay#queer#sapphics#lesbians#bisexual#asexual#lgtb#fics#fanfics#tropes
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maybe that second edible was a little enthusiastic of me
#happy 420 folks#i cant smoke rn but oh boy i am feeling it mr crabs#mmmm and before bed i'll add cbn oil ohohoho i am excited for that
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me and the embroidery machine are working hard on getting some toads ready for pride month!!
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stay tuned for my new autobiographical light novel called "i was meant to be an ojousama but then i got isekai-ed into the body of a teenage boy"
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Forgive me for my AU ramblings but—
Finding out from @innerchorus how Gurgin was always attracted to... darkness, sort of, and had a tendency to poke things that should not be poked at even before his brother's death... His tendency to question the norms laid before him (how interesting to say “might is stronger than faith” when he's a priest-in-training, eh?), I can't help but wonder what he'd think if or when he finds out about the clan.
Because even if none of the other disciples may know, I've decided that the Master definitely does. Not that they're still alive, no, but their history, the animosity, mages vs sorcerers in the fight against Zahhak, the role the mages played in the sealing of Zahhak (unclear if he'd know about the betrayal and the sacrifice)...
Actually, how should the disciples learn of the history, anyhow? Would the Master tell them? From the start? Or only after their first run-in with a mage, probably Arslan in Ecbatana?
#I have a vibe it's gonna be one sorcerer runs into Arslan and is shook when he finds Arslan's a mage#then the info somehow gets back to the Master#who realizes it's a Mardal mage#but doesn't realize yer THERE'S AN ENTIRE CLAN OUT THERE#he thinks it's just one (1) mage#and then sends a sorcerer to Gorgan to fetch him the comatose Arslan for Magical Purposes#only for the disciple to find out the hard way ohohoho oh NO it's not just ONE mage#anyways forgive me for my ramblings I'll stop now#arslan senki#the heroic legend of arslan#heroic legend of arslan#winds of wolfsong#wolfpack au#arslan#the master#team zahhak
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10 out of 10 times, cocky badass mentors who have too much power for their ego are ticklish
#I didn’t even WATCH the show#But I saw this monkey#and my brain went ‘oh. ohohoho.’#the style is surprisingly fun#TAKE THAT WUKONG#tickling#tickle#tickles#tickle art#also this fandom is bare of tickle content so#lego monkie kid tickles#also I know they all have Lego hands#BUT HOW DO YOU TICKLE#WITH THOSE???#lapler tickle talk#lapler tickle art
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