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#she'll relax!!!
nonconstories · 1 month
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Here, you think that LAST fantasy was weird? Try this shit on for size. Imagine a ~* VillainCon *~, where supervillains expo their latest advancements in EVIL, including torture devices. Imagine a cute little sidekick getting kidnapped and used to demonstrate some kinda tentacle beast engineered specifically for rape, screaming as their costume gets ripped off and the thing fucks them in every hole. Imagine a famously badass heroine getting mind controlled into a grinning, bimbo housewife on a demo stage, her captor charging the audience for the pleasure of fucking her mouth. Imagine a small group of civilians getting turned into hypersexualized anthro creatures and auctioned off as henchmen/personal sex slaves.
The Renaissance Center doesn't invite VillainCon back for the next year and most of the presenters got their ASSES KICKED afterwards BUT by god did the convention itself turn a profit!
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vaggieslefteye · 14 days
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All I need from you is one itty bitty favor! What's a favor between friends?
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fireflylitsky · 1 year
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Anbu Sakura with Kubikiribocho AU LETS GOOOOO.
So, instead of an animal codename and mask, I've decided to throw all that in the garbo because I woke up this morning and chose chaos. Her codename is "Ichi", meaning "one", as in one cut is all it will take 😤 Her mask is plain white with a singular red slash down the center of it.
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@asalesbian asked: (...) maybe minkowski just having a good time singing/humming along to a musical soundtrack? :) or her just happy/relaxing in general, i'm not picky
thank you ♥ here's the very rare moment of peace :)
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cosmicmakos · 1 year
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imagine relaxing with your f/o, maybe it's at home in bed with them or in a park sitting on a bench. both of you enjoying the happiness being so close to one another brings.
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silenthillbunni · 2 months
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#oooof... sleep was rough bc my face was super itchy. all of a sudden i got rashes in my face yesterday ?!?!? i have NEVER gotten that wtffff#hopefully it's just temporary nd will go away. it's still a tiny bit itchy but not as bad as yesterday :o#istg my life is a JOKE!!!! a joke!!!! rashes?!? what? maybe stress nd anxiety?? idk it's wild tho i cant deal w this#so i couldnt really fall asleep but i rested for a few hours#then i got up. took my dog out. had oatmeal. called the surgeron clinic.#and like... i told them abt my weight and they said im underweight?! and that my bmi is 18.9 and u need to have 19....#i told her that i cant gain weight bc i cant eat anything. that i cant have more fat than i already do bc then it hurts too much#she said she'll talk to the anesthesia doctors and call me later. she hasnt called yet#i rlly hope they understand the situation?? and that i can still have my surgery bc what else am i supposed to do???#ughhhh why cant anything ever just be easy and smooth for me??#i am sooooo tired of all these hardships piling on top of eo#then i walked to school.. took me an hour and im spent now bc im so weak nd malnutrioned skskskks#and im in class... it's a long one. still more than an hour left :'( my head hurts#ugh i just wanna be fine for once in my life#but yeah im like 75% thru all the hard things i need to do today#just need to finish class nd then walk home nd then hopefully get a call back and then i can relax (as much as i can lol)#i hope the itching goes down (still wtf is my body doing? i have no patience for it anymore) nd i hope im not too underweight for surgery om
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seariii · 2 months
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I love when pretty people are gay about their fictional blorbos, please keep filling my dash with your love for them <3 we're in the same boat
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softquietsteadylove · 8 months
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I’m sure that Thena loves Gil’s feathers in the Maleficent AU. Maybe you can do soft moments where Thena observes his feathers and wings without Gil’s knowledge? <3
"Thena!"
"Hm?" she blinked, looking over at Ikaris who huffed through his teeth in annoyance. "What were you saying?"
"I was asking if you are sure about this," Ikaris nodded his head at their younger brother, very visibly, very publically, offering Makkari a little trinket upon her return to the nest.
"Sure about what?" Thena mumbled, her eyes on the head of the guard, walking further into the nest from the stormy weather outside and flapping his sodden wings with displeasure. "We have known from the beginning that Druig was taken with that sentry. I think they make a very sweet pair."
"We do not live here, Thena."
"Don't we?" she countered, finally giving her brother the benefit of seeing how serious her expression was. "We have already extended our stay, brother. Druig is very happy with Makkari, and I believe you too have found companionship in Ajak's ambassador."
Ikaris flushed, whether by guilt or anger at her needling him. Or perhaps it was a truly emotional response to the bringing up of Sersi. "She is...pleasant. But I never would have expected to ground you and Druig here because of it."
"Do you think he does?" Thena argued again, gesturing to how Druig, thorny and disagreeable in nature, offered sweet and gentle smiles to the quick winged flyer. Her scarlet red feathers complimented Druig's pitch black ones.
They were different from Gilgamesh's, whose feathers were iridescent and dark, with earthy brown undertones.
Ikaris looked at her, "you want to stay."
"I wish for Druig to be happy." It was far easier to say that than thinking about any particular reasons she had for delaying their departure again and again and again.
Gilgamesh flapped his wings a little before walking further into the nest.
"And I do wish the same for you," Thena gave Ikaris a look that made him roll his eyes. She flicked his wing, "against my better judgement."
With that, she took off, letting her wings guide her gently down from the loft of her observations to the floor of one of the many entrances. She walked quietly, keeping her feathers from dragging behind her as she followed the captain of the guard into the mothernest's twisting tunnels.
"Gil?"
He turned, surprised at first but then offering her one of his very warm smiles he had.
"How was your flight?" she asked, regarding his still dripping and somewhat bedraggled wings. "Is the storm coming in fast?"
He nodded with a sigh, his wings sitting heavy behind him. "I think so. It'll be on us by tonight, from what Kingo spotted."
"Let me see."
Gil blinked, not catching on at first that she meant his wings, and their current condition. He fussed, "n-no, it's okay, really, I'm just-"
"Gilgamesh," Thena pursed her lips at him. Was he really embarrassed of his ruffled wings, like a young fledgeling. "I'm sure you need help at least with your pinfeathers. Allow me."
Gil simply went quiet as she took the liberty of turning him by the shoulders and examining his wings. He cleared his throat, "I, uh, guess you saw Druig and Kari."
Thena smiled as she brushed some of the beading dew off his shimmering feathers. "Indeed I did. I was the one who advised him on presenting her with something upon her return."
"Oh really?" Gil moved his wing to try and peek at her over his shoulder.
She moved it back in place to continue her work. "I want Druig to be happy. And it seems my fledgeling brother has finally chosen a mate."
"You think it's that serious?"
She smiled at the centre of Gil's back as she plucked an errant feather barely clinging on. "I think he asked me if he should serenade her."
"Ah." Gil's shoulders moved as she continued to preen him. It was a very intimate activity by sheer merit of how sensitive one's wings were, and how vulnerable any fae's back was. "You're right, the gift is way better."
They both laughed, the gentle sound of it echoing down the corridor one way and then out the other. Thena cleared her throat, "so, if you have any advice on courting rituals here, then I'm sure I would like to know for Druig's sake."
Gilgamesh moved his wing to look at her again, "hm, nothing fancy I guess. We don't have a lot of ritual to it--you wanna court?--court. If no one objects, then fine."
How easy it sounded. Thena moved his wing between them again. "I suppose it is becoming less common to have such archaic tradition. In the Isles, the trinkets and serenading are rather standard practices of courting. Many have mellifluous voices for song."
"Do you?"
She laughed again and pulled a feather more harshly, "certainly not."
Gil's shoulders rolled again, although his wings certainly seemed relaxed with her work on them. He sighed, "me neither."
Thena raised an eyebrow, not that he could see her, "I suspect that is not true."
He looked over, now lifting up his entire wing over her head, "I guess I could serenade you to test it."
Thena blushed faintly, his feathers still in her hands. "I wasn't done!"
"Sorry, sorry," he acquiesced, turning and offering his wing to her again. "I guess I've never really tested it out."
Thena pursed her lips. "Ikaris and Druig have no voice for song either. Trinkets are a much better language for them."
"And you?"
Thena blinked, wondering if she had heard him right. It seemed impossible, given their hearing ability and the general quiet of the caverns. But even a whisper could travel through the corridors, and Gil had such a nice, gentle voice.
It was most definitely suited for song.
"Hm?" she asked in not so many words, trying to focus on plucking any loose downy feathers.
"Almost done?" he asked more firmly, his wing still between them.
"Almost," she muttered, running her fingers over the smoothed out feathers only as far as she dared. He seemed much more preened and presentable, at least. She snapped her hands away, his feather pressed between her palms. "There."
Gilgamesh turned, lifting his wing up and over her again in their tight proximity. They settled at his back, sitting higher after a nice refresher. He smiled, "thanks."
Thena looked down at the sandals on her feet. The straps were wearing from age. "Any time."
"I, uh," Gil nodded his head behind him, "should get outta these wet robes."
Thena nodded. Indeed he should. "I'll make sure there's a plate for you by the fire."
"Thanks," he repeated, with a slight change to his tone. He tilted his head at her, "I'll see you out there, I guess."
"Right," she smiled, taking a half a step back from him. Her wings trembled nervously behind her.
"See you soon, I guess," he said finally, turning and continuing down the tunnel with his drier, lighter wings.
Thena looked down at her hands and sputtered. She still had his feather in her hands. "Gil!"
"Keep it!" he shouted back to her before dropping down into the lower tunnels, "a trinket!"
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tvrningout · 3 months
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we turn the page to a new chapter | mutuals meet nari ♡
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" what's going on? " worried eyes scan the other's face as nari finally makes it through their door, chest heaving as though she ran all this way ( because she did ). messy hair hidden under a dad hat and a lack of makeup indicate that she clearly rushed over without a second thought. they call, and she comes.
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" you sent me an ominous text like ' please hurry over -- i need your help, ' without any details, and i thought my heart was gonna burst, " the idol breathes. " are you alright? "
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mothram · 5 months
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Does anyone else's mothers have a problem with them staying in their rooms all day when sick or is it just mine?
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barbieaiden · 10 months
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bunny that got spayed today is doing pretty well she's eaten a little and cleaned herself and is moving around more already!!!!!
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merge-conflict · 6 months
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pain&failure 💚💚
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
I would have to say the Relic attacks are the worst that Valentine has ever had to deal with– sheltered as she's been from physical violence most of her life. I usually write them like 6-8 on the pain scale for the acute part of the attack, so basically like a migraine that makes you vomit and makes it impossible to function more than crawling around (but you can crawl around). Her pain tolerance is pretty average, I'd say– but she's a complete baby about long-term or lingering pain, lots of big sad wet eyes and crying for cyber-morphine, again because nothing that bad has ever physically happened to her.
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
Man. Lots of candidates for this one. My initial instinct was to say the Konpeki job, because there were just so many red flags for someone who'd taken part in complex operations before, and yet she still went for it. But to be honest I think that she knew it would probably fail, but the idea of gambling it all and probably dying but maybe making it big and never having to panic for money or jobs again... that's why she did it. Her biggest self-admitted failure there was that she survived alone.
She will if asked, blame Abernathy for getting her fired, but that two-year period after she got dumped and when she ended up allying herself with Jenkins... she knew that was a mistake. She let herself fall apart, indulging herself with petty drama when she knew she should have declined to rise to the bait. It was one of the jokes Abernathy and her made to each other, that if you wanted someone to hang all you needed was to give them a rope, and she still fell for the trap of taking her eye off the big picture. She stopped doing her job so well, she lost all sense of joy she had in doing anything that wasn't punching down and being nasty. And in the middle of it, she had convinced herself there was no further down she could go– that she was naturally talented enough to at least keep her position where she was, but there was no need to be such an attentive and hard-working kiss-ass. No point in taking pride in her work. Of course, letting all that go was the reason she came into work vomiting from the stress of all the shit she had gotten herself into and got handed a poisoned shard with all the info she would need to kill the ex that had thrown her out in the cold. That's a real low. It was her biggest failure not to manage Jenkins more effectively as her superior.
Now you and I might think there are some understandable reasons and outside stressors that caused her to burn out and up... but the lesson she took away from all that was that you cannot ever stop playing the game. You should play it even harder, in fact. She will probably never get over it, but she blows off that very dark period of her life with jokes and little hand-wavey "oh what a fool I was lol" routine very easily. Anyone who doesn't know her well would assume she's made her peace with it, but the shame and self-loathing she feels from that follows her constantly and informs most of the dumb-ass decisions she makes about her own self worth and skill.
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jedi-bird · 6 months
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It's been an interesting morning so far. I may have ruined a 12 year long friendship by having to be brutally honest about something because I couldn't keep quiet any longer and let a friend ruin her life further. If it happens, it happens. I gave her some recommendations and we'll see if she listens. But also, the elusive Loki cat followed me around all morning demanding love and attention and even let my pick her up and hold her, which made me feel special.
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corvidcrybaby · 6 months
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I haven't posted art in ages but I finally finished a few pieces. Here's another Som Velddra piece!
WHO IS SOM VELDDRA?
The solitary daughter of the central lineage of House Velddra, Som was born to the unusual union of a human father and a Drow mother. Noteworthy for their inadherence to Lolth, the Spider Queen, the Velddra family occupied a precarious place in Dark Elven society. Their ancestral patron, Gištal, the Distortion Wyrm, also known as the Centipede, is renowned for its elusive and esoteric nature - being representative of antimatter, decay, and natural endings.
All this, and its historic enmity with Lolth. An important and damning detail that marked Som's life for turmoil before she was ever born.
Som's mother, prodigal warlock Vixzhi Velddra, attempted to hide her existence from grander Dark Elven society by residing on the surface for the first twelve years of young Som's life, eventually relocating to the Underdark due to widespread prejudicial sentiment from surface dwellers. For two years, Som continued to grow in relative peace alongside her full-blooded kin.
This was not to last.
One fateful day, a rival family of Drow attacked on bogus political pretexts. Som's mother was ripped away and imprisoned, and her human father executed before them both. Som survived only through a drastic intervention by the house patron, warping her to the surface at the young age of fourteen. For the next ten years, Som scraped by as a de facto orphan, ducking inside a hovel on the edge of a small fishing village. Rumors no doubt abounded of the strange, ill-faring young girl of abnormally pallid skin, striking red eyes and wild black hair who winced at the light of day and avoided eye contact at all times.
In time, however, she fell into step with a ragtag adventuring party of equally eccentric personalities. Through them, she found connection, belonging, friendship, and a lifelong love. They reunited her with her long-lost mother, aided her family in vengeance upon those who took her life from her, and restored House Velddra to its niche in the Underdark ecosystem.
Now, Som reigns as the standing operative of her patron's will on the Material Plane, making up for lost time with her intimidating and severe, but caring and doting mother. In the span of but a few months, she transformed from a fearful wretch ekeing out a living in the shadows to a proud, imperious and clever scion of her house. One day, she will become matriarch, but until such a time comes, she continues to indulge her arcane curiosities and investigations into the mad and macabre.
"Who'd have thought the half-breed would go on to save the entire bloody house?" - Som Velddra
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kiriona-apologist · 2 years
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i want camilla to get bitches in nona
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