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David Madsen, Confessions of a Flesh-Eater
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simonxriley · 2 hours
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i'm gonna need crunchyroll or whoever to figure out what the hell is going on with releasing the English dubs of haikyuu.
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simonxriley · 13 hours
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people are so fucking dumb 🙃
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i'm not sure that they understand licensing agreements
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simonxriley · 15 hours
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WIP Wednesday (but it's not Wednesday)
I was tagged by the wonderful @voidika @corvosattano @nightbloodbix and @theelderhazelnut, thank you! 💜
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I've pretty much been working on Jade Helm and I kinda forgot what I posted last time so sorry if a part of it is the same.
“What will Chloe do?” asked Alex with his ears perked up. 
“Embarrass me, like she always does.” She sighed and went quiet for a moment. “Shouldn’t that be the other way around? Shouldn’t I, the younger sibling, be the one embarrassing the older sibling?” 
“Sometimes it can go both ways.” 
“Hmph.” She took a sip of her tea, feeling the warmth of it go through her body. “Once I’m better I’ll embarrass her. Don’t know how yet, but I will.” 
“You don’t even know if she’ll embarrass you, kotyonok.” He laughed. “She knows you’re injured, I don’t think she’ll do that. Chloe doesn’t come off that way.” 
“I know you’re right, but still.” She went quiet for a moment looking around. “Where’s dad?” 
Skylar just noticed he wasn’t in the room, when she thought he would be. Unless he went out to get some stuff for her? It was weird she just noticed he wasn’t in their hotel room. 
“Oh he said he ran into one of your friends.” 
She raised an eyebrow, becoming a little confused. Who visited her when she was in her coma, besides the obvious one. Alex. They would still be dealing with the outbreak, then again not everyone would be out on a mission. Either way she was curious about who he was talking to and she wouldn’t know until he came back to the hotel room. 
“You look confused, kotyonok?” 
She looked over at him, nodding her head. “It makes me wonder who came to visit me when I was in a coma for my parents to meet them.” 
“You seemed shocked that they did.” 
“No, it’s just. It never crossed my mind, that’s all.”
To be frank, she never thought anyone would come visit her. Why would they when they have an outbreak to deal with. But if her parents have met some of them, then she was clearly wrong. 
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simonxriley · 15 hours
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WIP Wednesday
Got tagged by @thesingularityseries @nightbloodbix and @theelderhazelnut! Thank you so much!!
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I finally have something to show for today 😭 This is for a prompt I slowly working on. It's very much the first draft and things are bound to change!
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The moment Yarden found her place at the fire, sitting cross-legged, the vulture-sized crow made his way onto her lap, fluffing himself up to a black ball of disheveled feathers, waiting for his well-deserved scratches.
Yarden smiles gently as her finger plays with the feathers, hearing a scoff from the Horseman who sits opposite of her. Of course, he has to make known he does not agree with her coddling the bird.
A quiet huffed laugh escapes her mouth. "Seems like you are not the only one who enjoys my company."
"And what makes you think I enjoy your company?" Death's tone is biting but there is a hidden playfulness to it. He just enjoys teasing her. Yarden hums quietly as she watches the crow who is putty in her hands, listening to the soft warbles before sending the Horseman a wide smile. "Because I'm still here with you and not shelved to the Makers." She quips. "Actually, you were quite adamant I come with you after Karn mentioned I could stay." "You are seeing too much into it. I simply do not trust the young Maker." Death decides the fire is now more interesting to look at than the human in front of him. "Am I now? He is not the only Maker at the Forge who could look out for me," a sly smile forms on her features, "or can't resist my charm?" "You? Charming?" The Reaper chuckles dryly. "Charming as a Makers boot perhaps." "The ever wise Nephilim. Speaking of experience, I see." "You are getting too comfortable, girl." This made her stop for a second. She knows it is supposed to be a warning, even though it lacks his usual bite behind his words, but it got her thinking about the last 2 weeks and how things were going. She has to agree, he is right. She is getting comfortable around him. She learned that this creature enjoys good banter, but not everyone has the guts to go against the Pale Rider of the Apocalypse. Yarden looks over at the Reaper, smiling broadly. "I am!" A cheerful statement that surprises the ancient being. He will never say it out loud but a part of him is relieved she comes around. Not many are comfortable with Death himself around and then there is this small human... He sighs in exasperation. "Do all humans lack self-preservation or is it just you?" "I joined the military... Soo self-preservation wasn't really on my to-do list." "So I have noticed." He sighs, earning him a glare from her.
His eyes wanders back to her, watching as she cuddled the giant crow. No matter how many times he told her not to coddle the damn bird, it never seem to stick and Dust is quite smug about the fact.
"Tell me, how does someone like you end up in the army?" "Someone like me?" "Kindhearted."
This is not an answer she had expected, especially from someone as crass as him. It gives her a pause as she looks at the being, surprise flashes over her face before it is replaced by a small smile. Maybe I'm not a lost cause after all, a thought she kept to herself.
"Ah. The usual I guess. Believing you could make a difference..." Yarden scoffs at herself. "Reality came crashing down quickly. I could have left but the sense of duty had its claws stuck in my back." Her eyes downcast pensively, fingers idly playing with the crow's feathers.
"But...if it wasn't for all that training, I'm not sure I would be here today..."
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simonxriley · 15 hours
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— WIP WEDNESDAY
aw hey. i’m actually sharing something.
i was tagged by @kyber-infinitygems @nightbloodbix @adelaidedrubman @cassietrn @cloudofbutterflies92 and @socially-awkward-skeleton all in the last week or so to share a wip! thanks y’all. 🥹💜
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still keeping original stuff close to my chest, but have a very (very) brief snippet of dc!lil dicking around in p*acemaker + some bonus dialogue snippets. a fun lil palate cleanser for me while i’m working on the heavier og shit.
“Y’know, when I quit and said we should still meet up for coffee sometime, I was just being nice,” she started, kicking the door shut behind her as she balanced a carry out tray of Starbucks orders. “People don’t actually do that. They just say it. It’s like signing a yearbook — ‘never change, but if i see you at Walmart ten years from now I’m gonna duck into another aisle—‘“
Lily stopped dead as she scanned the poorly-lit room, eyes inventorying its current occupants: Isabel, Economos, Harcourt, a woman she didn’t quite recognize, and—
“Is this a fucking joke?”
BONUS DIALOGUE FROM FURTHER IN THE SCENE:
“He’s a murderer—“
“Everyone in this room is a murderer.”
“Fine! He’s a murderer who personally inconvenienced me with his murdering. Is that a good enough explanation for why I do not want to be in this fucking room right now?”
“Listen, I get it, I do, and I wouldn’t have asked you if—“
“For the record, I haven’t murdered anyone.”
“Awe, hey. Virgin.”
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simonxriley · 24 hours
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Picrew Game
Tagged by @skoll-sun-eater @omen-speaker @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @inafieldofdaisies @cloudofbutterflies92 @la-grosse-patate @voidika @simonxriley @corvosattano @thesingularityseries @theelderhazelnut and @carlosoliveiraa for this picrew 💛😁 Thank you so much ! You're so lovely to think of me 💛
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Diane Caldwell (FC5) during the Spring Festival organized by Faith in The Cursed Knight 🌸Jacob might be a little more enterprising with her for this occasion 🤫
Eleanor Muldon (RDR2) still able to hide her emotions as she watches Arthur and Sean riding a horse on a rock (yeah they're drunk 🥴). Yee Haw !!!
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Tagging @onehornedbeast @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @megraen @alexxmason @captmactavish @justasmolbard @chloekistune @nightbloodbix @florbelles😁 I don't know who is interested in doing Picrew so I don't dare to tag everyone 😅 but if you're interested in me tagging you next time, let me know 💛
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simonxriley · 24 hours
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— WIP WEDNESDAY
tagged by @kyber-infinitygems thank you!! 💕
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this is mostly just fluff but it does get a little suggestive (may or may not be a smut prompt I’m working on)
In the calm silence of the ship, Imogen held her lover close and shut her eyes. Meditation in the traditional sense never came easy to her – to let go of her own sense of self to reach so called enlightenment felt like an unnecessary sacrifice to make. Imogen knew how to quiet her mind enough to stay centered, but she could never surrender herself past that. At least, she used to. 
To feel the warmth of someone she held deep reverence for, to trace the tips of her fingers across the other woman’s skin, to sense every beat of her heart through the Force like a steady beacon of life, made Imogen forget about herself completely. It gave her a taste of that fabled inner peace the Jedi always used to babble about. 
Bix inhaled deeply and nuzzled herself further into Imogen’s chest. “I missed you,” she whispered like a secret confession. 
A powerful warmth fluttered in the bounty hunter’s chest. She smiled at the thought of being missed. If the incessant tug in Imogen’s gut while she was away told her anything, it’s that she could certainly relate. “I thought of you often, as I always have when we are apart.”
“Is that so?”
“It used to drive me mad,” Imogen recalled wistfully now that she was free of her own vice. A playful urge overtook her and she positioned herself to pin Bix beneath her. The mechanic flashed an intrigued grin as Imogen leaned in. “Especially in the quiet moments,” she continued, lowering her voice to a sultry murmur as she brushed her lips over her lover’s cheek and down her neck, “when my longing for you kept me awake at night.”
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by @aceghosts @nightbloodbix @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn <3
I’m one hour late lol. Okay so this is what I have written so far for the first chapter of “Rise of Villains: The Shadow”. Atoosa (Ombra) has lost everything, and she meets Raiden for the first time. (Güney is a minor character)
Also, this is not proofread!
I had never truly felt it until that night when I was sitting beside the road. I had never wished to be anyone else, even that middle-aged man making tea for his customers, but this lost little girl. What did people do when their parents are suddenly killed in an airpalne shot by two rockets, and when they were suddenly left with nothing but an old luggage?
I stared at my fingers, trying so hard not to bury my face in them because then my life would magically go deeper into this abyss. What was I supposed to do really? A psychiatry student in a foreign country who had lost her financial support last week and her rented apartment this morning.
I went into my pocket to check the time, but remembered that my phone had just died. I took a deep breath to protect my sanity for just a few more seconds until I arrive at the restaurant, the temporary workplace I opt because I wanted to be this independent woman. The money it provided me for working there part-time would never heal any scars, but it was better that nothing. But now it was everything I had left.
I pushed glass door open after walking for fifteen minutes, and dragged my luggage behind me. There were only two couples left out of all the customers. Güney, the cashier, looked at me up and down.
“Where are you going?” He continued chewing his gum while his dark eyes were begging to be shut.
“Can I stay the night?” It was weird to hear my own voice after hours of silence in the pavement. Also when I was trying to hide the pleading tone shaking my voice.
“Uuum-yeah you can sleep in the kitchen, but why? Are you okay?” He raised his eyebrows in concern.
Güney was never the friendliest collaege to me, and I definitely did not need his sympathy right then.
“I-my landlord kicked me out I’ll just stay one night I promise I’ll fix everything and-“
“What do you mean he kicked you out?!”
“Because I didn’t pay the rent.” Even talking about what happened this morning made me feel ill and dizzy. I shook my head and walked up to the kitchen.
“You could stay at my place.” He offered in a low, cautious tone, standing awkwardly in the doorframe. Trusting a stranger I see almost everyday? Nope. Never.
I stared at him dead in the eyes. “I’m good. Thank you.”
He creeped out of the dark room with measured steps. And I was, once again, left alone. I sat on the counter for the next couple of minutes, staring at the distance while the fridge continuously beezed in my ears. I would lie if I claimed that I wasn’t scared to be all alone in a restaurant at midnight. Surely, the doors were locked, but my mind was a bastard who enjoyed visualizing diverse scenarios of a psychopath suddenly breaking in. Fortunately, the knives and axes were at reach, hanging gravely from the rank.
I tightened my grip around the edge of the counter. I could hear the already ruined house of my life collapsing into the deep abyss of misery. I would turn into a poor girl drowning in povert while she carries her dead dreams on her hunched shoulders. I would be useless. I would fail.
A vague, booming sound from afar rang in my ears. I found myself totally frozen when I only moved my eyeballs towards the door. I greeted my teeth as though it would magically create a shield for me. The sound was heard again; now three times in a row like knocking. I held my breath to hear every single noise resembling footsteps.
Knocking again. In utter silence, I picked one of the huge knives, and [walking silently] out of the kitchen. White knuckling the handle, my nails were penetrating my sweaty palm.
Before I knew it, a thunder striked just a few meters away. My eyes went blind and my ears went deaf for a brief moment, my heart skipping a beat. I stumbled, but maintained my balance by holding onto one of the tables. Gathering my mind, I aimed the tip of the knife to where it just exploded. But to my shock, evrything was in its place. Not even a single crack could be seen on the windows.
Instead, there stood a tall, masculine figure. Due to darkness I could only see the blackness of his robe and a triangle on his head. Two balls of blue light were shining intensely where his eyes supposed to be. Even though he seemed to be totally alright, tiny fractions of electricity lit up his fists, and occasionally connected the edge of that triangle to his neck.
My lungs begged to empty themselves, but even a small noise was deadly threatening. Was he an alien?
“Atoosa Aryan?” He called.
My heart dropped down to my belly. My thoughts stuck in a tight knot, and so did my tongue.
“I am Raiden, the god of thunder.” He lifted his gloved hand. “There is no need to be afraid. My mere intention is to save you.”
A few minutes later, I found myself sitting before him on one the tables.
“Do we know each other?” I mumbled weakly, afraid that if I blinked for a second, he would rip my throat out.
“I am certain that you have never heard of me untill this moment.” There was a soothing hint of patience in his nonchalant tone. “However, I have heard about you many times in the past two decades. I am well aware of your iron-bending power, Miss. Aryan.”
My heart skipped a beat. He knew too much about me, even the tiniest bit of control I have over iron which I had concealed even from myself. Was he really a god? No, it would be too stupid of me to believe him. He was probably a very professional thief who had taken his job a bit too seriously. What did he want to steal from me though? I had nothing.
He continued. “I am here to offer you a place among the defenders of the realm.”
If he wasn’t a well-trained thief, the he was definitely a psychopath. But that didn’t make sense considering how everything about him seemed too real.
In the next half an hour he took his time to explain about how those defenders defend our realm which he called Earthrealm. He was a god whose main responsibility was to protect this realm. And seemingly, one of his minor duties was to find miserable people like me - with supernatural powers - and train them to be fighters.
That was ridiculous. But a part of my heart begged my brain to believe it.
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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Snow leopards are the goofiest big cats ever. Like every picture I see of is the most chaotic thing ever. Also they are so jumpy. A thread
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For over a thousand generations the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times. Before the Empire. (insp.)
STAR WARS: EPISODE IV - A NEW HOPE 1977 • dir. George Lucas
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the illusion of free choice
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-lisa frankenstein (2024) written by diablo cody
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