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valeriianz · 8 months
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I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...
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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.
He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.
Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.
“What just happened in there?”
Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.
“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.
Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.
He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.
“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing. 
“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.
Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”
“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.” 
Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.
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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”
Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.
“Absolutely not.”
“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.
“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.
“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.
Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.
“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”
“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.
“Now do it properly.”
Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”
“Propose. Like you mean it.”
Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.
“Will you marry me?”
“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”
Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.
“Hob Gadling. Will you–”
“And get on your knees.”
Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.
So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.
Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.
“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”
Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.
“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.” 
And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.
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royaltea000 · 4 months
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Redraw of human Barf and Belch!
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mtg-cards-hourly · 4 months
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Sly Spy
The Agents of S.N.E.A.K.—Sinister Nerds Eliminating All Knowledge.
Artist: Michael Phillippi TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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iviin-855 · 6 months
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I love those terminals where durandal is using the security officer as a rubber duck for talking about his issues and halfway through remembers he is being vulnerable in front of another person right now and goes "fuck. Do this for me, bye" and closes the connection
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linterteatime · 2 years
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The whole family...and lurien
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yoitsgb · 6 months
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general tsao's humanization. i love his design in the game, but as a character he's annoying a lil bit.
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clive-yeah · 2 months
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GOD WHAT A UGLY MAN
HE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER
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Laura Phantom/Avalice Laura Phantom
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sulsulesbian · 8 months
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2 camo bros
commission me? ♡
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youphoriaot7 · 6 months
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Trick or treat!
(What about this au you mentioned that you made nidere researches for?)
WOO!
...heh...oh anon...you hath opened the floodgates.
To be fair, I haven't talked about it much on here—I think I've only mentioned it once or twice, really. But...I'm working on a completely self-satisfying spiderbit au fic. DBH x Ordem Paranormal.
So...Roier is an android. Former housekeeper-type android, current police assistant. Cellbit is a paranormal investigator—under the guise of a normal detective—that the Detroit police have called in to try and help them solve a case and keep it under wraps. The case involves a small kid—who may be a ghost or possessed, Cellbit still isn't sure—and because of that, Roier wants in. (It's a kid! He needs help!) It also involves an old laboratory on the outskirts of the city, home to two figures of the investigator's past that he thought he had finally put to rest.
I am...very mentally ill about this au.
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Hey if the monstermashup thing is still valid
I would like to request one😁
Werewolf ari levinson + human female reader
Prompt-i don’t have any specific in mind but some implied sexy times between them..
Thanks😘
Yes, it is, or it was at the time you sent this in. Took me quite a while to finally work on it too. Apologies for that. This is also really short and not my proudest work. It certainly is something but I'm not sure how to feel about it. I hope you'll like it still.
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She woke up in a too-wide bed, groggily and disoriented. Around her were pillows strewn, a blanket partially covered her as it messily twisted over the sheets. Soft rays of light shone into the empty room. They were faint, yet she struggled to keep her eyes open against them, lazily holding a hand up to shield herself from the morning sun. Her hair was flowing over her shoulder as she moved, fanned out around her, it tickled her cheek and neck.
A cool breeze traveled through the room, it caressed her body, sending goosebumps in its wake. Blinking, she glanced down. 
Bare. 
Minus the blanket covering her sparsely. Then she looked around the room, turned her head, and looked over her shoulder to take it all in.
Empty.
As she slowly stretched and moved, a groan slipped past her lips. She was sore. So sore. There was a sweet burn in every muscle. Her shoulders throbbed, her neck and scalp felt raw. A tingling swept down her spine and ended in her tailbone, where pressure spread over her hips and sank deeply into every pore of her pelvis. Not to mention the soreness in her middle. She felt the remnants of the night still deep in her core, the heat and stretch a phantom of the night. Her thighs were tender, tiny nibs and bigger half-moon shapes throbbing in competition.
Slowly she came to sit in the middle of the big bed - too big and too mulled up for only her to have slept in. Too messed up for it to have just been sleeping either. The lovebites and marks littering her legs, hips, and stomach spoke to agree with the theory as she pulled the pooling fabric from her lap.
A particular strong throb in her neck made her flinch and her hand reach out. Her eyes widened in surprise as the soft pads of her fingers ran over scarred, scabby skin. What had been pristine, porcelain-like skin before was now marred. She’d been untouched till the day before.
Not entirely trusting her legs yet, she carefully scooted to the edge of the bed, where her bare feet touched the chilled ground. Testing it out, putting some weight on her feet, and ultimately standing up took a try, or two, or three. When she stood somewhat securely, she found her goal. Her first steps were awkward, more limp than step, caused by the profound feeling of soreness and tightness running through her muscles until they relearned to function again. On silent feet, she padded over to the oval mirror standing on a vanity and pointing with an angle towards the ceiling.
“What?”
A gasp left her parted lips upon the other person staring at her through the reflection. Familiar yet not entirely her. Eyes zeroed in on her neck. The angry, red, scabbed-over bite mark was as prominent as a giant, blinking neon sign. She inched her shaking fingers closer until the pads could once more run over it. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her gasp once more. 
Throwing forward her arm, she braced herself on the top of the vanity as memories from the previous night broke over her like a spring downpour.
Blue eyes.
So deep and intense. Staring at her. Their gaze penetrated her, causing warmth to spread through her.
A mysterious man.
Big and strong. The pull she’d felt toward him had been unimaginable.
They’d rounded on each other, circling and slowly encroaching like a moon orbiting around a sun.
His closeness. His scent. Everything about him had made her dizzy. He had lit a fire deep in her. One that spread over her body and threatened to set her ablaze until nothing of her remained.
His lips had been devilish yet soft and pulled into a never-wavering grin as they’d discovered every inch of her skin. As they’d planted kiss after kiss, nibbling and licking and biting. He’d felt like heaven and then like sin as he’d pulled the greatest pleasures she’d ever felt out of her at a torturously slow pace.
She remembered how her hands had fisted into the sheets, her back arching off of the bed. How his hands had wrapped around her throat, then her hair as they’d yanked in the most delicious way. 
Feeling herself growing warm and bothered at the explicit memories, she crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs together.
Where was he?
Looking around once more, she spied a shirt laying at the foot of the bed. She shrugged it on. The white fabric easily glided over her skin and pooled around her body. It was too big to be hers, so it had to be his. It felt amazing under her hands and even better on her skin. Her fingers wrapped around the collar and carefully lifted the fabric to her nose. It even still smelled like him.
“Oh!” she gasped as big, strong hands landed on her hips and a chest pressed against her neck.
“Good morning little mate,” his deep voice cooed into her ear, his breath tickling her as his lips hovered near her temple.
“Morning,” she mumbled quietly, leaning against him with closed eyes. She reveled in his strength and presence.
“Missed me already?” He asked her, fingers skating along her side, up and down and with every time a little further down until they reached the hem of the shirt. He toyed with it, his fingers ultimately crawling under them to caress her bare skin.
“Need me to take care of you again?”
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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 year
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Sly Spy
The Agents of S.N.E.A.K.—Silent Ninjas Evading Any Kapture.
Artist: Michael Phillippi TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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neonknightjaey · 2 months
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So to actually have an impact on this site and do anything here. I shall now try to integrate with a fandom in a way that shows I have no idea how to socialize.
….Sly Cooper 4 does not exist. If it did it would sure as hell sounds like a cool concept but with a flawed execution. Really wish it was but alas, it’s nice we got a good trilogy while we could.
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ohpollenpowder · 4 months
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These are all the new faces that were made during 2023 and have made it to the end of the year! I've put their names, race, and profession in the description box but I'll also attach it below with a bit about them!
Row 1 (left to right)—Shiori Konu is a Human Necromancer who is the youngest of the Konu siblings, and the one that's going to inherit their family's noble title once she's proven herself. Yunru (eldest) is a member of the Shining Blade and Ryon (middle) is the Commander, he was also formerly a Necromancer before he died and became a Revenant. Both of them are keeping the fact that Ryon died a secret from Shiori but neither of them realize that she...already knows. Since she's a Necromancer as well. Shiori also has a secret she's keeping from them—she contracted Scarlet's Rattle during the battle for Lion's Arch and is using her abilities to keep her lungs functioning while investigating a cure.
Nilo Liberti is a Human Mesmer who I'm planing on making a Mirage, and he's part of a twin-set with Nicoletta Liberti. They're both part of the Five Commander Guild, making up the Human portion of it. He's the elder of the two and the more reckless one of them. He lost his hand rather stupidly during a battle—which one I haven't decided yet—and thus he's been tempered a little in holding back from throwing himself into the wind.
Row 2 (left to right)—Tarsicia Ghostpyre is a Charr Guardian who's destined for Willbender eventually. She ends up being the Mom Friend of the Five Commanders when it's all said and done, but the road to get there is hella bumpy. Right now she's in her grump stage, still attempting to mend herself after Claw Island and ready herself for all that comes now that Zhaitan is gone.
Emrys the Sly is our Sylvari Thief who's already been dumped into Deadeye. He's the charmer of the Five Commanders, he knows he's handsome and a smooth talker to boot so he uses it to his advantage more than oft. He's formerly Nilo's lover without the romantic entanglement of it all, mostly because he and Nicoletta are plotting to get Nilo and Izar together somehow.
Oiba Pathfinder was the last of the Five Commanders to be made, she's our Asuran Ranger who will eventually find her way into Soulbeast. An unwanted secondary child, Oiba's made her own way in the world and found a new family with her guildmates. She's eventually going to be able to merge with her pets in their form via Soulbeast (as well as vice versa) but enlarged by like...3-4 times the pet's normal size. She's going to become an absolute terror on the battlefield.
Row 3 (left to right)—Elara the Seeker is a Sylvari Elementalist whom found her way to Elona right after it opened up to northern Tyria again. She had a pull there and while outwardly prickly herself, she's more than kind to her apprentice whom she's teaching/has taught to be a Weaver, aka Zivis.
I Want Uppies is a meme of an Asuran Thief, she runs about permanently miniature'd so she's no more larger than the Progeny that've been sized down in that one Metrica event. You'll become a climbing post for her to scout from if you stand still long enough. And she gets away with it too, because she's just so darn cute!!
Fiszél is another Sylvari Elementalist, this one styled after the Koi weaponset that we got this year. I haven't done much with him yet story wise, so for now he's just a pretty plant to look at.
Row 4 (left to right)—The Ever Given is another meme character, a Norn Warrior of the largest model we can do. And embiggened permanently much like Uppies' opposite. Again, not much of a story for him just yet other than he likes to lay across the track in the races just before the finish line.
Ethrreana is a Sylvari Ranger who's story is not what you expect. Move those letters of their name around and you get...Trahearne???? Yep, that very same Pact Marshal is locked inside a body that is not his own and now has to wander about the world learning a new set of skills and doing all the Commander things. Oh boy...
The Strange Voice is a Kryptis Sylvari Mesmer who has Mirage as her Elite. She's a cosplay of Peitha and thus, the character ought to be well enough known. This is what I interpret her to look like if she was trying to disguise herself as a Sylvari to wander about Tyria without attracting too many looks. But she's also permanently embiggened so...
Row 5 (left to right)—Comndarem is in a situation similar to Ethrreana, however this Sylvari Necromancer is the (once again, unscrambled:) Commander! The opposite of what happened to Ethrreana happened to Comndarem in their universe and so the former Commander has to try and become the Pact Marshal and lead the new Commander around.
Edgelady Vineflower was supposed to be Vineblossom but guess what was one character too many. Still, this Sylvari Revenant is another weaponset inspired take! So we don't have much story for her yet.
Oighrig thë Atlas is a Sylvari Necromancer who is a clone of a Sylvari of the same name/profession. Mostly because I missed the initial coloration that he had. I want to say this set of tones is pre-death for him, so pre-Zhaitan. The richer yellows/greens coming after his resurrection by Trahearne not willing to let go of him so soon.
Row 6 (left to right)—Spirït Halloween is yet another meme character, this time the Asuran Revenant-Herald was inspired by the Halloween pop-up shop that takes over the corpses of dead department stores every October. He's just...borrowing this body for the time being. No one was home anymore so it's more than fine. Right?
Nichneven of Lilac is our last one, a Sylvari Ranger who is the new Commander for Comndarem! She's the one who's taken over their previous spot, all of this information is in the post from yesterday about her for Dreamcember.
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pink-tuesday · 1 year
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I can not understand women who brag about sleeping with married men, then folks also get offended when you call them birds for that, "it's the man who owes the loyalty to the wife" no sht but that's not the point here.
I realized some of yall hoes just slick, yall want yall cake and eat it too then when yall get called out for it, it's masked up with some women empowerment sht
It wasn't women empowerment when you knowingly slept with another woman's husband, like am I supposed to be cool with you or something? Lmao. You just as bad and will reap what you sow, when it's your time to get married, remember how you moved and if your man side piece does the same thing, brags on top of that, even get bold enough to bully you, keep it cute and remember that girl pwr sht 🤣
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clive-yeah · 3 months
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HUMAN CARMELITA
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