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#oh and backstory but uhhhh

liquifiedfurby · 8 months

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beetlelegs!!!!!! anything u like?! i will keep an eye out for it next time i go to the city

-yeek

“Oh! Um.

Hm.

I don’t actually have that many interests, now that I think about it. I like bugs, but there are more bugs here than in the city… I’m still learning to read, but a book might be nice. I am trying to find an accessory or two for myself but I understand those are hard to find.

So yeah, nothing in particular. Anything would be good, but no pressure. Thanks so much for asking!”

-Beetlelegs

“…The city, huh?”

#there was DEFINITELY a more concise way to put that but uhhhh too late now #i am so lucky beetlelegs is canonically bad at social interaction otherwise i would just. not be able to write their dialogue.#anyway thank you SO MUCH for the ask.#yeek #beetlelegs #mommyclan #art #my art #maybe i should make a beetlelegs ask blog….#also can we please pretend beetlelegs expression in the little bonus bit is like. thoughtful. thinking about the city. maybe thinking #back to the city. maybe he has memories there #vague as they may be #oh oops now im just vaguely hinting at beetlelegs backstory #i do need to actually start doing stuff related to his backstory and lore dont i…#oh oops thats a lot of tags i better post now before i talk too much

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cosmicloved · 2 years

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HMM...LISTEN....now, i’m no graphic designer. i will not claim that. BUT i do like pissing around in photoshop so i decided to see if i could pull together something resembling a logo for min’s pop duo (SO:DA). i’ll throw it under a read more bc i don’t think it’s worth throwing on the dash but i also don’t hate it??

it’s probably important to keep in mind that the group’s name, besides being ‘soda’, is also supposed to be short for SOL & DAL (i.e; sun and moon, with sun in french and moon in korean -- bc i feel that the true essence of a kpop group name is in the convoluted secondary meanings applied to them, even if they aren’t technically a kpop group anymore) so i tried to get a sun and moon thing going. alsoooo, i might remove the dots from the circles in the middle or at least tweak them -- they’re supposed to look like bubbles, bc soda, but they’re kind of giving...eyeball?? i might try to tidy it up at some point but i think it’s neat for just now. please ignore the jagged edges, that’s just bc i rasterised it and then cut stuff out so it looked nice on tumblr.

#« 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (ᴏᴏᴄ) » / 「 ooc. 」#IT'S FINE I GUESS.......#i made a little graphic i wanted to use as a header whenever i get around to writing up those backstory / info headcanon posts #and it looks a lot better in context than just thrown out like this lmaooo #the bubbles look better too #maybe it's bc i made the logo smaller for that graphic but the bubbles look a lot more like bubbles ASDFGH #anyway i love the moon #this isn't gonna look write if u use the tumblr darker themes (like me) but uhhhh oh well

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whispersofthecryptid · 2 years

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omg hi are you planning to do anything specific with your ocs or are they just guys from your mind? they’re all sooo cool <3 i have a major special interest in ancient rome right now so seeing characters people make based on that time is so fun for me !! if you want to could you maybe go into detail about the backstory for any of your rome ocs!! id loveee to hear about them 💕

Hiii, great to see another ancient Rome fan! And thank you for finding them cool <3

I don't have anything specific in mind yet, but I am actively trying to come up with a Natm fic where I could properly use my characters! It just takes time to figure out how to introduce original characters in the best way possible... but it'll happen sooner or later :) for now I'm just gonna use this blog to post art of them and talk about them with anyone who's interested!

I'll definitely be making posts that go more into detail about all of them, maybe not quite yet as I do still have other character refs I want to post (a family of ocs I've been working on for years...)

BUT if there's anyone specific you'd wanna know more about, feel free to send another ask - or DM me :) my ask games are also a great way to get to know them!

#I'm so happy people enjoy these creations of mine <3 #I'm sorry if this is a bit all over the place I'm still getting used to sharing my ocs so publicly :')#I realize I have no established tag for this #uhhhh #oh well #Also feel free to count Bruno in as one of the Romans #since his backstory is one of a Roman soldier

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rabbiteclair · 10 months

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the best part of Steeplechase is that you get to hear Justin go through authentic GM Experiences that don't usually come across so clearly in this medium, such as:

"I didn't expect the players to ask this throwaway NPC's name, and the name I made up on the spot turned out to be some shit like Daniel Lunchperson"

"the players have grown weirdly attached to Daniel Lunchperson and now I am being forced to improv his backstory"

"the players have been stuck on this investigation for multiple sessions so you know what, uhhhh the Joker has kidnapped the guy they're looking for and told them where to find him"

"oh fuck the players want to revisit Daniel Lunchperson ten sessions later, how am I supposed to remember that dude's personality or voice"

"I based an encounter around a dumb joke and now I am realizing that this means that I need to commit to this dumb joke for 45 minutes straight"

#the adventure zone #Balance had some of this of course #but BitD's more player driven nature exacerbates it all

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ravensmadreads · 1 month

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The Mess of Us

A/N: i have no excuse honestly. I've imprinted on David York for reasons unfathomable to my own brain. This is my attempt at giving him a redemption arc? A softer backstory? My heart and soul? Who knows.

Warnings: uhhhh lots of angst (i mean i tried), almost entirely canon compliant, vague-ish attempt at smut, mild cursing, insane use of italics. (Also: english is not my first language and im faking being a writer but i think this came out okay??? Pls be kind he's my lil babie!!)

Summary: I gave david york my heart and then proceeded to bash it with a sledgehammer - forgive me :p this is the same universe as What Love Means

Taglist: @fuckyeahdindjarin cause i wouldn't be writing without you; @chronically-ghosted thank u to listening to me cry about Dave, and my writing, and myself - i owe u my life; @wannab-urs you absolute maniac i adore u; @timelordfreya u were so kind on the accompanying piece for this i hope you like this too <3

David York

You've known that name for a long time. Stayed with the man that inhabits it even longer. He goes by Dave now. Lives in a suburban home. Has two daughters. An "office job". A respectable man. A good man. A little misguided perhaps. A little bit more jaded than he used to be. More broken than you remember. The light in his eyes all but snuffed out. But a good man.

He was always a good man.

Even when he was no longer yours.

Even when he was no longer David.

****

David York and his sunshine. Neighbours. Best friends. Light of each others lives.

You're two halves of one whole in a way that makes no sense from the outside, but when you tread close enough you can pinpoint the exact strands that join your soul to his. The way his heart is an exact mirror to yours. The way your smile reflects the sun in his eyes and his warmth leaves you feeling more loved than any being in the entire universe. You'd stumbled across him, buried between the pages of a book twice the size of his head, and you thought: Oh God. It's you. It's going to be you. And you decided you'd never let him go.

Until he decided to leave.

He's so excited when he gets the call. When he makes his plans and packs his bags. When he tells you all about the good he's going to do, the hero he's going to become.

"I'll be back soon sunshine. You won't even know I'm gone."

You try to convince him to stay. With everything you've got in you. All your jokes, all your warmth, all your schemes. When that fails you give him your heart. Your tears. Explain that you can't live without him. That he can't expect you to live without him and not fall apart at the seams because he's the thread that holds you together. And when you see the anguish on his face at your confession, you revel a little because you think you've won. He's going to stay for you because of course he is. He's your David. He cups your cheeks in his hands. Lips meet your forehead as his words break your heart:

"I'm sorry sunshine. You know I have to go. I have to do this. You know."

So you wipe off your tears and you smile. Because that's what you're supposed to do for a friend and that's what you do for him. Give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tell him to be safe.

"Don't get your butt kicked too much David. I need you back in one piece."

And that's the first time David York turns his back on your smile.

****

You wait for him. Like the inexplicable fool you are. Wander aimlessly in the streets around your childhood home like a spirit too tired to haunt anyone but itself. Waiting for him to come back and spark you alive again. Awakening for the few weeks of leave he has before reverting to your state of nothingness the minute the door closes behind him. Flitting like a ghost of yourself, nothing tethering you to this place, but still incapable of moving on without him.

Because he was David York. Your best friend.

Your good man. Your solid rock.

Until he wasn't.

Until he left.

****

You learn to make your way without him. Stumble, fall and scrape your knees more than once, without him by your side clucking and fussing like the mother hen he was. Without him to hold you up and bring you close:

"You’ve got to be careful honey. I can't be losing my sunshine."

You find a purpose and make your stand into the big bad world but all of it feels hollow without him by your side. You learn to stitch people up, bandage their wounds, hold bleeding skin in place and snap broken bones back together again. He laughs when he finds out, equal parts amused and proud.

"Looks like you became the anti-Dave sunshine."

And you smile for him, because of course you do. You don't tell him that everything you're learning, you're learning because of him. Because of the sheer wall of terror that's settled in your spine since the moment he walked away. Because of the David that comes to you in your dreams. The one that crumbles in front of you; broken and damaged and begging for help. The one you're trying so hard to save.

You may be his sunshine, but he was always your sun, and you'll protect him, even if he doesn't want you to.

****

The David that comes to you now is not yours. He's an off brand version of himself. A cheap copy. An imposter that calls himself Dave and smirks in a way that makes your skin crawl. He wears Davids skin but has none of his warmth. The sunshine in his smile is replaced by an ice cold sharpness and you hate that shivers it sends down your spine. His eyes have lost most of the humour they used to have, and when he hugs you he lets go a little too soon. A little too fractured, a little too cold. You hold on; assessing, caring, and wondering. Go to ask but he shakes his head; the look in his eyes silencing your questions before the words can form on your lips. The worry in your heart worsens.

When he walks you home you try again but he anticipates it. Like the predator he is now, he sees your strike coming, and retaliates in the one way he knows will force your silence. He kisses you. Hot and deep. Steals the air from your lungs and the words from your brain. Renders you shocked. When you open your eyes it's your David staring back again and your relieved smile has him pushing into you again. He kisses you until you're breathless. Again, and again, and again, until all your worries are dripping unvoiced at your feet and all your questions have been sucked into the air in his lungs.

You don't fall into each other as much as you attack. The culmination of years of circling each other and it all comes down to this. Mouths open, teeth clashing like you're trying to make your way into each others souls. His hands grab you so desperately, so fervently, that you wonder how he hasn't moulded you into his own chest yet. Your nails scratching at him like you're trying to carve a home in his bones. You’re trying to tear pieces of each other apart. Him, so he may take you with him and you, so you never have to watch him leave again. You devour every inch of him so reverently that the taste of him may remain embedded in your tongue forever. And he carves his way into you, soothing an emptiness that only ever craved him. Pounding in like he's trying to break you open and consume the light within. You cling to each other in the aftermath, breathless, sated and smiling, and you remember placing a kiss on his heart right before you drift off in his embrace.

You should've known, in retrospect, that that was as good as it was ever going to get.

He leaves you in an empty bed. Runs away before the dawn breaks like the consequences of what you both did are too ugly to be faced in the light of day. You turn the apartment upside down looking for one note, one glimpse, one hint of him that's not mottled on your skin and going to be torn away by the cruel hands of time.

You take the dismissal for what it is when you don't find one.

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He comes back broken. Purple shadows under his eyes, a split lip and a wince that breaks you when you go to hug him. The storm breaks and you lunge. Too strung out to keep going like this any longer and too frazzled by thoughts of "what if it was worse" to think about the consequences of breaking your silence.

Your fists pound against the rock hard of his chest. The place that used to be your solace, your comfort, your home. Where you'd set your head too many times to count and where all your dreams ever went to rest. And they've turned it to stone, moulded him into a machine, changed him into something he's not.

"You're not a fucking hero David. You're not. And I'm asking you to stop trying to be one. I'm asking you to stop this self sacrificial bullshit and come back. Come home. You don't need to be a hero. You just need to be alive. I need you alive dammit! Why can't you see how much I need you?"

Your voice falters and cracks. It's out there now, the pieces of your heart; ugly, tattered and split open in front of him. Waiting for his judgement, for his grace. His face twists into a grimace, and you turn your head before he can see the tears fall. You don't need his apologies. His empty words and false promises of how nothing will ever happen to him, because it will, you know it will. So you hold up a hand before he can begin.

"It's okay. I get it. This is your life now, right? So will you forgive me then, if I can't stand around watching you try to kill yourself and wait for the day you inevitably succeed?"

Something in his eyes breaks at your words, and something in your heart does when he gathers you in his arms. The kiss on your temple feels like a goodbye. To your one solace, your one crutch and the only friend you ever had. And you know this goodbye will haunt you forever.

That's the one time you turn your back on David York.

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He comes back with an extra sparkle in his eyes. Pleads and begs his way into your good graces and you indulge him because that's what you do for David. His smile has never been brighter. He may call you sunshine but he has always been your shining light, your beacon, the lighthouse you turn to.

But then he turns away. And in a split second, your world tilts on it's axis.

Carol.

Her name is Carol. Perfectly normal. Perfectly sweet. Perfectly perfect. He's got his hand in her hand and you don't understand. You can't. You refuse. Except.... David. He looks so happy. So content. Looks at her with all the devotion you've only ever given him, and all the love you wish he could've given you.

"What do think sunshine? I think she may be the one."

You smile. Because that's what you always do for David. You smile. It's an ugly thing. Fractured. Broken. He notices because of course he does. You've never been able to hide from him, ingrained as he is into your very soul. His smile falters and his eyes fill with sorrow and regret. Apologies for all he could never be and all the regret he has about it.

"You did good York. You'll be great together."

He flinches. He has only ever been David to you. He knows he has broken something irreparable. Opens his mouth to fix it. To swallow something back, say something else instead. Change the words, the letters, the combinations of decisions that led you both to this very moment. Something to keep you whole but the parts he shattered, however unwittingly, are already crumbling to dust in front of him. He closes his mouth. Swallows whatever lingered at the back of his throat. You smile at each other as you walk away. Him with her hand in his. You with the cloud of pain that comes from finally accepting the bitter truth for what it is.

He's not yours. Not anymore. Never will be again.

You never call him David again.

***

You miss him. Of course you do. Running from him was like running from a part of yourself; impossible, regretful and pointless. You were intwined into each other too thoroughly for there to ever be a clean cut through. You couldn't really walk away from him completely no matter what the distance on a map points out.

You know he'll call when he comes back again. He does. Shows up at the threshold of your sanity and the hardest thing you've ever done is ignore his voice when it calls to you. Voicemail, after voicemail, after voicemail. You listen to every single one but you can't call him back. His voice is your kryptonite. You'd walk back the distance if only you could but some tattered remnants of your self esteem hold you back. The last one comes with a letter in the mail. The glossy embellished card reminds you of the reason you walked away. The reason you could never go back. He pleads over static and tinny phone lines:

"Come on sunshine. I need you there. I'm sorry. I'm so s-. Please. I- "

Silence for a few minutes before the line cuts off. Typical of you both. To never say what you want and yet be assured the other knows exactly what you mean. He probably knows too. That you can't bear to see someone else's name next to his. The thought makes you nauseous; angry in a way that scares you, an evil coiling restless being inside of you, threatening to do as he asks. Go over there and scream in his face. The audactiy of this man to say he needs you when all you ever wanted was for him to pick you. Over the chip on his shoulder, the gun in his hand, the name on that card. Choose you. Love you. But you can't do any of that. You can't stand by his side and smile as he walks away with another either.

His only mercy is that he doesn't show up at your doorstep when you both know he could and you wouldn't be able to close the door in his face. Not him. Never him.

You throw the card away without opening it.

He forgives you.

But he never calls again.

***

Months turn to years and David York turns from a stabbing ache into a memory and then a ghost. He haunts you initially, at every turn, but slowly, over the years, the voice in your head softens down. He vanishes into the fog that lingers at the back of your mind and you stop looking over your shoulder for him to come back. You left him so suddenly, so abruptly, that you'd torn off pieces of yourself too. But time heals those wounds and you gradually learn to carry on as half of your bleeding heart slowly scabs and scars over.

You carve out a content little place for yourself, in a tiny corner of the world as you finally learn to love the reflection in your mirror. There's grey in your hair now. Wrinkles in your skin and hands hardened over from a life lived serving others. Saving who you can, when you can. A melody on your lips as you collect the parcels from your mailbox. Cocoa and bitter coffee long since mask the taste of his name on your breath.

There's a knock at your door and you flit to open it. Your smile, a pale imitation of what it used to be, plastered on, as you brace yourself to greet a well meaning neighbour or two. It falls quicker than lightning at the sight that greets you instead.

A man wavers at your doorstep. Unfamiliar in his familiarity. The ghost of a memory of a love never forgotten. Dripping crimson over the smiley face on your welcome mat. A haphazard bandage concealing half his face. One hand clearly broken. Arm bent at an angle too sharp to be natural. Angry streaks of purple and blue dancing around all visible patches of skin and he's trying to be nonchalant about the way he's favouring his right leg but failing miserably. Wheezing a breath that you know speaks of atleast one, if not several, broken ribs. And yet, despite all the damage and destruction and sheer agonizing pain he's no doubt in, the man smiles. Full and bright and warm.

"Hey sunshine."

And you reply.

A gasp. A plea. A promise.

David.

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#david york x reader #dave york x reader #raven writes #(again)#(somebody stop me already)#ok so this is quite literally my heart in a fic so PLS be kind #off u go bby #raven on her david york agenda #yeeting into the void and running away

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holographic-mars · 2 months

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Thoughts on Shockwave? Any version. Any headcanons? Theories?

And if ya comfortable, thoughts of wavewave? (ie. Shockwave x Soundwave)

I just like Shockwave, my favorite evil guy. Your art is very pretty and your coswave stuff got me more into the ship, and I think your art is hella pretty just wonderful 💖

Uhhhh ya thanks have a good one

Okay so if you squint hard enough and look past the BIG FUCKED UP CRACK ON THE IMAGE

(I drop my phone a lot and at some point I ended up obliterating my camera okay so just.. just ignore that)

I LOVE SHOCKWAVE. Shockwave is one of those characters who I’ve never met one who I don’t like. My favorite is TFP shockwave ofc ofc I love myself a big scary bitch and I love g1 because he’s really stupid and silly and it makes me laugh. I also really like tfa shockwave (don’t ask me about longarm for your own safety)

I love idw’s shockwave backstory, I think watching a character get their life and being stripped away and left with an unrecognizable monster is tragically appealing.

I unfortunately do not have a lot of hcs for shockwave simply because I love so many shockwaves it’s hard for my brain to focus enough to come up with headcanons (HOW STUPID IS THAT SMH)

Wavewave!! I think wavewave is very cute I love the old tired husbands. My favorite is tfp wavewave (again I just. I just really like tfp shockwave. I am weak) but ofc I don’t mind dabbling in a wavewave from any continuity (a mutual of mine has me sick for shattered glass wavewave too… oh I love they)

GOD I JUST LOVE SHOCKWAVE. Anyways yes shockwave is a wonderful evil bastard!!! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND IM SO HAPPY YOURE GETTING MORE INTERESTED IN COSWAVE BECAUSE OF MY STUPID COSWAVE ART AND RAMBLINGS❤️❤️🛸🛸🛸❤️ THANK YOUUUU

#MY CAMERAAAA MY FUCKING CAMERAAAAAAA #I’ve never posted this art bc of (you guessed it) my fucked up camera #anyways #ohh shockwave my shockwave #mars doodles #maccadam #transformers #shockwave

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wannab-urs · 11 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 7

Howdy, folks! It's time for this week's recap of what I read :)

As always, you can find the spreadsheet here, and you're always more than welcome to tag me in your fic if you'd like to be included. New and old fics both appreciated; anything from a drabble to a 400k word series is fine; and the only Pedro boy I don't really read is Pero Tovar.

Without further ado here are the fics I read this week and the unhinged ramblings of a madwoman (me) to substitute for a coherent recommendation.

One for the money, two for the show a Joel series by @cowgurrrl

Rockstar!Joel AU with such a sweet fake dating trope lead in and then the most delicious yummy angst. As your resident angst whore this was everything because it was so REAL and so fucking heartbreaking. And then the happy little hopeful ending and then all the drabbles and extras??? AH! My favorite part was the lil instagram stories i think <3

sharing is caring a Frankie/Santi one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Your friend Santi introduces you to his friend Frankie and uhhhh you guys go make a sandwich.

Only Lovers Left Alive a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

I love every single thing about this. Revenge. Vampires. Blood play kind of? Biting. Etc. This shit rocks.

Waiting Room a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

I fucking love what kel did with this song. The repetition of one for the road really fuckin got me too. Angst angst angst.

The Special One a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

What if a reluctant soulmates AU was also a vampire!Joel AU? It would be perfect, that's what. I'm loving vampire!joel rn anyway, but this was such a cool twist on it. Also his vibes in this are fucking immaculate

Copycat Killer a Joel series by @beskarandblasters

Bitch this is so good. Stalker!Reader x Rockstar Joel... fucking perfect. I love how they both kind of suck as human beings a little bit. And that blow job oh my GOD.

Sweet Creature a Dieter series by @wildemaven

I really really love how this story is going. The little town is so real to me and I love all the little places we get to see. The bookstore sounds like a DREAM. And I can't wait for Reader to bond with D over art ahhhhh.

Stitches a Din series by @djarinsbeskar

This fic is so fucking good dude. I love the set up for the whole thing and the reader character is really fuckin' cool. The like... 8 consecutive parts of incredible smut that continues to be genuinely interesting and really fucking hot even after like 200K words is extremely impressive. I'm also pretty sucked into the story and the way Medic is being interwoven into canon. Oh and the introspection we get from Din's POV is *chef's kiss*.... anyway pls god finish this story i need it

False God a Frankie series by @swiftispunk

Frankie asking for what he wants is so... yummy... especially when it's wanting to be your subby lil pussy eating king like... PLEASE. And his praise kink??? I am in Frankie heaven

102 a Frankie one shot by @tieronecrush

I fucking love this ahhhh. I felt so bad for Frankie but also their friendship is so cute??? I love the unrequited love//idiots to lovers trope

Safe in my Arms an Ezra one shot by @mishasminion360

Ezra struggling to adjust to having one less limb and me crying about it. This was so fucking good. The raw emotion he feels and reader's unwavering support... the realism in saying something that accidentally hurts his feelings and trying to take over tasks he might find difficult AGH. I love this so much

Leave Off Your Wandering a Joel series by @oonajaeadira

Adira, I fall in love with every single little world you create without fail. This is obviously no exception. Your sheep ranch is a dream. The way you build up this backstory with the Roostlings and the friendship with Tommy and Maria and just all these extra little details you take the time to flesh out and weave into the story... makes my heart sing, friend. I adore this <3

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Name a Javi P one shot by @joelscruff

Consent a Dieter series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Whiskey, Dark and Deep a Jack one shot by @prolix-yuy

Stay on the Screenplay a Dieter series by jazzelsaur (ao3)

A Safe Haven a Joel series by @joelsgreys

Psychomanteum a Dieter series by @whatsnewalycat

In Name Only an Oberyn series by @forever-rogue

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I haven't written a word in weeks, so once again no updates for me :/

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Happy Reading

#the spreadsheet digest #vol 7 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #javi peña x reader #Oberyn Martell x reader #Dieter Bravo x reader #Ezra (prospect) x reader #Jack Daniels x reader #din djarin x reader

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diodellet · 2 months

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what's that? things i like about jamil viper? (starts sweating)

uhhhh i like his personality (staring at his toned arms) and well his backstory is really interesting too (who decided to give him sleeveless fits i want to have a few words with them)

oh and ig his chara designs are cool (he tortures my every waking thought) they give him nice fits during events 😇😇 yeah i just think hes cool (HIS HAND: IN MARRIAGE I HAVE ONE (1) SINGULAR WANT!!!!! tEARING MY HAIR OUT)

#jamil viper #listen LISTENNNNN #IF UR A CHRONIC OVERTHINKER LIKE ME #SNAKE WHISPER IS A BLESSING!!! TURN OFF MY BRAIN PLS #(ig i hav more to say abt his chara struggles and his eldest daughter-isms but foranother day)#twst #dellet-asides

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