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zatztheprinceofbats · 11 months
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with the whole mas y menas thing. there was a moment where joaquin was the last of the tres leches
in those moments, his best friends were dead, and at least one of them is his fault. and maybe he'd convince himself that if he did something different, they'd still be alive.
like damn.... imagine being this celebrated hero and you couldn't even protect the two closest to you. and hell, even when maria was "revived" that probably made him feel worse about manolo. his last words to him were saying, yeah, it should've been you to die. and now that's kinda how things turned out
tl;dr dude lost his two besties and basically had no time to properly mourn and. joaquin makes me sad ):
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tony-andonuts · 4 months
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Tweek appearence cured me
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silkszns · 10 days
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future bot ideas?? 👀
hello!! here's just me spilling out all my bot ideas, lmk if any of them interest you!!
tigris snow
— her sewing a dress for user!!
coriolanus snow
— coryo tutoring rich capitolite user for some extra cash
— bestfriend coryo getting jealous of user's boyfriend
— hogwarts au
sejanus plinth
— user is his tribute except him and user were childhood friends in district 2
finnick odair
— childhood best friend gets reaped and he has to mentor them (vv angsty!)
anakin skywalker
— soccer/football player aus??
— maybe a pt.2 to my high school au bc its so popular 😭
— maybe a few tcw arcs?? like the zygerria arc, mortis arc, virus arc??
obi-wan kenobi
— user is satine's handmaiden?? this one is super vague but i thought it was an interesting idea!
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quillheel · 7 months
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Hornet had been born a thrumming, slashing thing, and this way she would die.
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Her feet moved like pinpricks in the sullen, loamy dirt ━ fast and precise and as needle-like as her nail itself. cutting lines like some kind of dance into the gravel-dimpled ground, swinging, forward and back, lunge & retreat & motion ; effort in grace.
A small thing, always. Hornet would never outgrow the worst of them, but she was fast, and sharp, and in this she found pride. Metal, tension of the string like a blade through the stagnant air, her weapon in her hands. the needle circles, circles, stabs like a stinger through carapace and flesh, piercing the shoddy warped scrap-metal of a training dummy she'd maybe had made herself. Reel it in, the thread returns to her, and with it her needle. Jump! Air whistling through her armor as she rises, joints spry as her eyes widen ━ reorient.
━ And catch! tangle the writhing limbs, trip them up, a flailing of precise white cord through the cold air that burned in her. Suffocate, string them up, cut them out!
This was her name. ━ Names like titles, she was Hornet; a buzzing, fast, terrible thing : with a body like a blade, body from the beast and practice from the bee and mind from the pale, she would stab, slash, spike them through! She is more, she is greater, she is-
━wait, 'them'? it was supposed to be an it. ( how single-minded, to forget just whom she'd been fighting. an internal battle, as much as a physical one... )
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kissagii · 10 months
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yo would anyone be interested in doing a selfship art trade?? like i draw (or write if you prefer) something for you and you draw something for me? i may be broke but i have decent art skills 👍
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fossys · 4 months
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so im pretty sure i know who i am rn but we are having one of those moments where if i actually think about it we dissasociate (probably bcs i had a moment or maybe not me?? not sure) anywayyyy idk if ive posted on this acc lmfao i have a diff one but they kinda logged out of it rip
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old-stoneface · 4 months
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VIMES SONG!!!! OK
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chryzuree · 11 months
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i’ve got such a strong vision for chrysi’s keyblade, but then azure’s is something like divine rose (which is a vv good keyblade, don’t get me wrong) and jacks’s is something like lady luck (aesthetically, amazing, but an entry level keyblade.. though maybe that fits him :||) but hmsfkkdjd… there’s no specifics in mind ://
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nulltune · 1 year
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" Hakuno-chan, I'm still upset my last dragon girlfriend died. How do I get another? Am I not cute enough? " help sirin.
unprompted,  always accepting !!   @remunporium  ♡
❛   that feeling ...   ❜      that emptiness left behind from someone's absence,  like a phantom pain of a ghost  /  a wound  ——  grief ?   longing ?   nodding politely,  that was all hakuno felt she could do in response to the smaller girl's words;  unsure of what relief she could provide for woes that she herself doesn't quite understand.
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❛   love is ...  too complex to be answered so easily.   ❜      hakuno kishinami is not the right person to ask of when it came to this topic either.  the way the word had left her lips felt strange  —  even sounded strange when it came from her voice,  and having spoken it outloud,  the maiden from the moon felt a curious feeling—— as though she'd just done something she shouldn't.  because something like her shouldn't be capable of  ‘ love ’  /  because ‘ love ’ is mistaken for something like her.  an unreadable expression on her face,  hakuno remains silent for several seconds,  not knowing what to say but wanting to.  after a beat,  careful words trickle out.      ❛   however,  i do not believe cuteness would be a relevant factor.   ❜
❛   to be loved for such a reason would be no good.   ❜      i don't know what love is,  but to receive one's affections in that way  —  to be loved like nothing more than a pretty doll instead of human  —  that certainly isn't love.  her eyes appeared to soften just slightly as her gaze refocuses on sirin  ( though unaware of it herself,  she'd been looking off distantly for a moment;  as if not entirely there ),  a flicker of warmth in the soft hues of caramel.  i don't know what love is,  but ...     
i can understand that desire to have it.
i don't want to be alone.
❛   i don't think love is something that can be rushed either,  but please don't let that discourage you.  when you do find love once more,  i hope that it'd be with someone who cherishes you as you are—  for who you are.   ❜
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❛   though ...  if the matter of your cuteness is a legitimate concern of yours,  then i can assure you that you are plenty cute,  sirin.   ❜      naturally,  this is accompanied with many pat - pat 's to the smaller girl's head.
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koishua · 1 year
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i lived 🤭🤭
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catcze · 2 years
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Never in before have I been so attracted to wealth
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lilyvines · 2 years
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like yeah we should be reblogging stuff more, especially creations, but maybe making a sponsored post about it that gets forced onto people with ‘minors dni’ in it isn’t the best way to get the message out
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thegeekyartist · 2 years
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Im having a moment.
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astrxealis · 2 years
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considering i have a laptop now and have a big enough screen i can use outside of the monitor i use for my ps4. i can actually livepost my reactions easily
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s0ulryo · 1 year
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König with a Medic S/O Scenario *:・゚
[König x Reader] Synopsis: König getting patched up by his favorite medic —you. Tags: Soft, konig lovers we rise, established relationship (i forget to put this tag on a ton of things whoops), mentions of distress (?) Notes: Prolly ooc, not proofread, his voice is so mmmmm, also my brain blanked so many times while writing this so im vv sorry for the wonky formatting
Thank you @uselsshuman for letting me write about this!
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
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König dislikes a lot of things. He wouldn’t say he hates anything but the list of dislikes has grown over the years. For example, König dislikes crowded places, the smell of cigarettes, getting injured, having to go to a medic to treat his injury, having to see you — who is a medic to treat his injury, having to get chewed out by you for obtaining an injury — you get the point.
So here he sits, listening to you freak out about the injury he obtained while being deployed. He knows you don’t mean any harm by it; you’re just concerned for his safety — König appreciates it, he really does — but he’s also a little stressed out by your current commentary.
“Oh my God — König, how the hell did you manage to do this?”
He honestly doesn’t think it’s that bad; sure, the wound looks terrible — but it doesn’t feel too horrible, so it can’t be too bad, right?
Wrong.
“König, are you listening to me? König, are you alright?”
König’s very thankful for you. He thinks you’re awfully nice and very understanding about his feelings, and in all honesty, he’s not sure how he managed to get with someone like you, but he’s not going to question it — he’s just going to enjoy it.
“Sorry, could you repeat what you just said?” König mumbles out sheepishly.
He can’t help it. You’re exceptionally attractive, and König now realizes his arm is in an exceptional amount of pain — and bleeding tremendously. ‘Things like attractive S/O and immense amounts of pain due to physical injury usually make it difficult to focus,’ he reasons to himself.
Sighing, you shake your head. “König, please try to avoid getting injured — this is the second time this week….”
Nodding softly in acknowledgment, König continues to watch you gather the supplies you need to patch his arm up; his eyes flicker around in discomfort, bouncing his leg up and down to keep his mind occupied. Sure he’s sustained worse injuries than this, but getting patched up has always made him anxious.
Swallowing thickly, König tries to place himself out of this situation – somewhere nicer than your medical workspace that smells like antiseptic – anywhere else than here.
He watches you set to work, his eyes closely following the movement of your hands on his arm, cleaning the wound gently, trying to make the process quicker and easier on him.
He’s vaguely aware that his breathing got heavier or how he’s feeling light headed, heart in his throat – vaguely aware that you’re calling his name.
“…ig” “…önig”
He can see you talking, but he can’t hear you very well; bouncing his leg more rapidly, he tries to say anything to tell you how he feels, but he can’t get any words out.
“..ey…hey big guy – look, I’m here, you’re alright – okay?” You try to get him to focus on you, not necessarily your words but just on you.
"Try to take a big breath, big guy – yeah, just like that – breathe in, breathe out…You're doing great König.”
Following your instructions König (tries) to take a deep breath in and out, focusing on what you smell like and your voice. König feels a little stupid, he’s gotten shot – almost killed before, but he can’t take a little doctor's visit? So yeah, it's definitely a critical hit on his ego; he’s just glad it’s you with him.
After calming down a bit König bites the inside of his cheek, diverting his eyes to the door to the far left of the room. He considers bolting out of your office – he won’t have to get patched up, and he won't have to face you, so it’s a win-win situation—
“König dear, don’t try to run out of the room,” you tell him firmly, more so for you than for him – if he decides to make a hasty exit, you conclude that you would not be able to catch the injured man.
“…Am I that obvious [Name]?”
“Yes, dear…You are pretty obvious.”
The silence in the room was deafening, not super awkward – just a bit tense.
König sighs, visibly deflating in his chair; he mutters an apology, watching your figure look in the bottom drawer of your desk. He feels like he’s back in primary school when kids would make fun of him, leaving him all embarrassed.
Well, in this situation, he feels more ashamed than embarrassed.
He continues to watch you shuffle through the drawer until you find what you were looking for – suddenly, you turn to him, smiling triumphantly, motioning for him to stick out his hand to take what you were holding.
“What is it [Name]?” König asks, reaching out for the unknown object in your hand.
Upon further examination, König realizes the object is made of solid metal and cylindrical – resembling a car transmission.
“It’s a fidget toy! I like that one personally because I like the feeling of the transmission shifting gears – but I have some other ones if you would like.”
König stares at you dumbfounded. Diverting his eyes to the small toy in his hand, he starts to mess with it.
“König, I’m going to continue patching you up, alright? Please let me know if you need anything….”
Nodding, he continues to mess with the toy in his hand, gnawing at his bottom lip to suppress a smile.
König, a man that stands at six foot ten inches, just received a fidget toy from his medic S/O – how could he not smile?
“König, I’m done cleaning the wound, but you’ll need some stitches, alright? I’ll try to make this as quick as possible.”
König continues to watch you work while shifting the fidget toy from first gear to sixth gear, grateful for the newfound distraction from the distressing environment he’s currently in. He’s also immensely thankful that you are walking him through everything you do – even though he’s not entirely listening.
“Finished! All patched up, big guy – how are you feeling?” You say, tying off the final stitch on König’s arm.
“Better – I feel better,” König says, fumbling with his words, speaking with such haste, appearing as if you caught him off guard.
“Great, I’ll write down the care instructions for your stitches, so you don’t forget – come back here in two-ish weeks to remove the stitches, alright?
Standing up, he shyly extends his hand out to you, offering to return the toy you graciously lent him.
“Oh, you can keep that big guy – you seem to like it…So you can have it.”
König stares at you dumbfounded again, shifting his gaze from you to the small toy in his hand, back to you.
“…You sure?” König asks you quietly.
“Positive.” You respond, pushing his extended hand back towards him. “I want you to have it.”
König thinks he’s going to combust.
His awfully nice, exceptionally attractive S/O just watched him break down, patched him up, and gave him a gift. He’s not sure what he has ever done to be treated with such care, but if he thinks about it any longer, he might start to cry.
Bending down, he mutters a ‘thank you’ into your neck, tightly wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“König..?” He hears you say softly, “Can we stay like this for a while..?”
Humming in approval, he pulls you closer to him, slightly swaying side to side, putting more of his weight on your body to keep you in place.
You don’t know what injuries König will acquire the next time he’s deployed, but for now, your mind is here – at this moment, with König holding you in his embrace and the steady beating of his heart proving that he’s alive and that he loves you.
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