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#I’m not fucking hesitating
moog-enthusiast · 8 months
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you don’t get to choose if you’re gay or straight.
Sunny does. If sunny says so, then you are.
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ro55ocorsa · 2 months
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What the fuck was this? Hello?
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hazbingirliexoxo · 18 hours
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*Reader, Angel, and Husk on a heist together*
Reader: How do you think Angel will distract them?
Husk: He’ll probably, like set off an alarm or throw a rock or something. That’s what I would do
Angel: *moaning loudly and sensually at a nearby distance*
Husk: ….
Reader: ….or he could do that
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zeb-z · 7 months
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the mind fuck of the code pretending to be Pomme, backing away only to attack, then back away again, having Pomme’s name in the chat when it’s down. Etoiles splashing healing potions on “Pomme” even as he’s fighting, reviving her twice because he can’t be sure it’s not his daughter. sick and twisted actually
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pepperpixel · 13 days
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+ Butch 4 Butch +
(Except neither one of them is rlly that butch but holy fUCKING SHIT THAT SONG IS LITERALLY THEM… the version of them I made up in my mind palace… it’s them.)
Anywayyyy. Yeah! Have a tagr art dump..! aka, those vibes when you, out of a series of moments of temporary insanity, end up finding, taking in, nursing back to health and eventually falling into a tangled messy yearning situationship w the asshole tsundere alien who tried to destroy your entire planet… rlly extremely relatable vibes!!
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flymmsy · 1 month
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Durgetash Baby (Headcanon/Bullet Fic)
The Dark Urge sees Enver Gortash with his child in his arms. Notes: Dark. TW infanticide (Non-descriptive but could be triggering for some). Nsfw. Slight dub-con but ultimately consensual. Imagined with a fem Durge in mind.
I can absolutely see Gortash in an arranged marriage situation which Durge would of course have very complicated feelings about. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ
But Gortash is not one to shrug off appearances. He fulfills his husbandly duties and his wife provides him with an heir. ㅤ
Throughout the pregnancy, Durge is very distant. The violent urges and jealousy (which they tell themselves is merely due to their Bhaalspawn breeding instinct) are an extreme threat to their alliance with Gortash. ㅤ
When the child is finally born, Durge and Gortash fall back into their old routine for a time. Patriar children are rarely around their parents anyway, Durge does not anticipate it to be an issue. ㅤ
But one night, Durge slips into Gortash’s chambers (through the window, as they usually would), and sees him with the child in his arms. A tiny babe. And Gortash speaks to it like it is the whole world, like he would give it the whole world. Durge slips back out completely unnoticed. ㅤ
The next thing Durge can remember, it is night again and they are standing in the nursery of Gortash’s estate, their hands covered in blood. The Urge begins to recede from their mind, and they faintly hear a woman’s scream receding down the hall. ㅤ
By the time Gortash arrives in the doorway, their mind is clear. He is measured, but there is something in his eyes that Durge has not seen before. Boots clatter down the hall, but they are waved away by Gortash as he steps inside and closes the door. ㅤ
Once they are alone, Gortash lunges forward. Admittedly, it catches Durge by surprise, and Gortash gets much further than he should in his attack because of it. They slam into the ground together, a flurry of fists. It is their first real, physical fight against each other. ㅤ
All movement ceases when Durge's knife glints in the dim light. They have managed to get Gortash beneath them, knife pressing into his throat. He is covered in streaks of blood - his blood, Durge's blood, and the blood of his child. ㅤ
Durge's head is pounding as they begin to roll their hips against Gortash's body, knife still firmly at his throat. His voice is venomous as he chokes, "What are you--" ㅤ
"Mine." Durge's voice is sharp and dangerous as they press their hips down harder against Gortash, "You are mine, Gortash." ㅤ
They throw their knife to the side and replace it with their hand around Gortash's throat, the blood of his child on their hands now mixing with his own from his wound. Anger still burns in his eyes, but he does not move. Durge knows this - knows him - knows he is assessing, trying to understand. ㅤ
They kiss him then, but he remains stiff against them. It is only when their other hand begins to slide down his body does he begin to stir. ㅤ
"You are mine, Gortash," Durge repeats, a whisper against Gortash's lips, "And your children will be mine." ㅤ
He pauses for just a moment longer before meeting them in a suddenly charged kiss. Durge is unsurprised to feel him harden quickly at their words. ㅤ
He takes them there, on the floor of the nursery. He brutally fucks his seed into them, a demand for a child to replace the one he lost. ㅤ
The Dark Urge is satisfied, but they are never truly forgiven.
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spineless-lobster · 4 months
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Cbs cutting the majority of kitty’s parts in happy death day makes me feel 🙃🙃🙃
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gothicakvtagawa · 1 year
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i’m so desperate for a version of the airplane extras from mobei jun’s point of view, particularly parts one and two (so far) considering what we know of his stance towards humans (ie his fear-turned-bitter hatred), and how little of that we actually get to see in his interaction with shang qinghua
because, think about it. mobei jun does not trust anyone, and he especially does not trust humans—why would he, after being tormented like he was at such a young and impressionable age? the fact alone that shang qinghua was allowed to live is, in itself, a miracle: all of his cohort were slaughtered right in front of him, mercilessly and without hesitation, and yet shang qinghua is the one allowed to live
of course he is—that’s the story, after all. shang qinghua has to enter mobei jun’s service somehow. but the actual details of this scene are so fascinating
from mobei jun’s perspective, here’s what’s happened to him in the span of, like, maybe twelve hours: he’s just gotten out of an altercation with huan hua palace less than unscathed, has decimated this guy’s whole group of cultivators only for shang qinghua to throw himself at mobei jun’s feet in a desperate attempt to spare his life, an act that startles him enough to earn shang qinghua just enough time before mobei jun then passes out from the ling hua dart. when he comes to, he realises that he’s been transported to another location, has had medicine applied to his various wounds, and is being hugged in his sleep
or, in other words: for a dangerous amount of time, mobei jun was completely vulnerable to the whims of a strange cultivator—a human of a class that has only ever harmed him—and that this strange cultivator has not only laid his hands on mobei jun in his vulnerability but has done so without hurting him (obviously he doesn’t know about the would-be rock murder)
and yet mobei jun doesn’t kill shang qinghua on the spot just for the crime of touching him in a prone state. it doesn’t matter that shang qinghua saved him—mobei jun was weakened, and that alone should be more than enough for a demon to eliminate the only witness to his weakness. but he doesn’t. he kicks him out of the bed and then prevents him from coming out from under the table he’s scurried under—maybe it’s just to exert his power, or maybe it’s because he’s vulnerable and still a little out of it from the medicine and the anaesthetic in the dart and maybe he’s a little bit young and a little bit scared, even. so he makes sure that shang qinghua can’t touch him any more, because the last time he was young and vulnerable and couldn’t stop a human from getting close to him, mobei jun got hurt
and then he asks why shang qinghua was hugging him in his sleep. asks. ASKS
the thing is that mobei jun in this scene is a teenager. a teenager! he doesn’t have the life experience yet to really internalise the idea of anything being completely different from what he’s been taught or even what he’s already experienced—this is ostensibly the first relatively kind interaction he’s ever had with a human, and what does he do? in his position, some other demon (not any of the demons we meet in scum villain, no, but perhaps a demon that is more exemplary of what we’re told demonic culture is like) would lop shang qinghua’s head off without question and get on their way before word of their weakened state can spread too far. but mobei jun makes sure there’s distance between himself and his would-be attacker, and then just asks a fairly irrelevant question—not “why am i here” or “what do you want” or “why shouldn’t i kill you where you stand”. none of those. he goes with:
“why were you hugging me just now?”
that isn’t the anger. that’s fear. fear, and likely a little bit of wary curiosity. that’s the upheaval of everything he’s learned about cultivators, that’s the reversal of everything he was taught
that’s the shock taking over, and what a hell of a shock it must have been, for all of mobei jun’s well-ingrained instincts and unprocessed trauma to actually falter in the face of shang qinghua’s sheer tenacity, those split-second moments of, “this human isn’t behaving as i’ve learned humans do, what is going on, i don’t know how to process this,” that are the entire reason that shang qinghua is still alive
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samar-arijjj · 9 months
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hey i get a lot if y’all are mad about ao3 but guess what? you don’t get to hate on religious people, and you don’t get to make assumptions about us and our god (muslims, specifically) without knowing anything about our beliefs. this is not. a. fucking. excuse. to talk shit about muslims. there are queer muslims, there are muslims who are normal fucking people who believe that it is of utmost importance to be loving and kind human beings, above all other things. we are not monstrous terrorists.
you don’t get to make *sweeping* generalizations on an entire fucking religion because you don’t have access to your fucking bedtime story.
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Shirayuki: some spineless bitch doubted my moral conviction and tried to use my lack of title to manipulate you so I immediately threw myself off the building to prove a point
Obi: I jumped off after her no context no questions asked
Zen: I have to kiss someone on the mouth about this immediately
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transmechanicus · 4 months
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Hinge will show you a sea of heteros and the most corporate conformist queer ppl on earth and then finally deign to show you someone with even a drop of swag just to pull the rug out with “poly and partnered”
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no1ryomafan · 5 months
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The straights got me in a chokehold again GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
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bravevolunteer · 4 months
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ngl every time i see the "cis" in michael's bio it feels. Wrong. like i see it and i go "i'm probably gonna non conform his gender one of these days"
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speeeeeb · 7 months
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Uh oh, guess who made some dumb shit! This all started when I was listening to that one violent vincent song (you know, the one where they sings about killing your family), and then I started imagining Glass Joe singing it because I thought that would be funny as fuck, and then I imagined Aran singing it, and then I ended up creating a whole species of murderous shapeshifting aliens, and now this exists. Yea, welcome to the hellscape that is my mind
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Ok, so I’m about to go off explaining whatever the fuck this is (and just as an fyi, I ended up writing quite a bit), so if you wanna read more, go ahead:
So I made these aliens, right? Well, the lore/basic biology goes like this: originating from an unknown location in space, these creatures are mostly made up a mailable slime that can change in density, texture, color, etc (so essentially they have a natural ability to shapeshift). They start off a small blobs, becoming bigger as they get older and gain more nutrients and energy from eating. In their younger stages, these creatures are blind and have no eyes, mainly utilizing their antennae to navigate their surroundings. Later down the line, however, they do begin to develop eyes that remain closed as they form. Once their eyes have finished forming, they will open and the alien will now be able to see. This newfound ability is what would lead most of these aliens to take the form of other living creatures. In fact, once these creatures open their eyes for the first time, they usually transform into the first creature they see(I don’t have a solid limitation for this yet, though I’m thinking that this will mainly apply to humans, animals, and any other alien creatures similar to either animals or humans). After taking the form of their subject, they will hunt their subject down and kill them (they may even go out of their way to take the identities of their subjects too).
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They have very few organs, just having a small brain like organ(which would serve as a weak spot if it were to become exposed), their antennae, and later developing eyes as they continue to grow. They eat and digest things whole with their slime like bodies, having their prey sit in their bodies unable to move until they’ve been completely broken down into nothing and digested (this doesn’t happen often once they shapeshift into another creature, as usually they’re more willing to tear their prey apart, bite into them, and just adapts to eating however the creature they took the form of tends to eat in order to keep their new shape and appear like the creature they took the image of). In terms of what they eat, these things can basically eat anything. However, they tend to mainly be drawn towards eating meats and the flesh of other creatures, since they’re both nutritious and easy for the aliens to digest.
As for their general behavior, these aliens can actually be quite intelligent, even being able to develop an intellect that rivals that of humans. However, they also tend to be vicious towards other creatures and would willingly attack most things whether it be for food, territory, or even just because they felt threatened. It’s actually quite common for them to even find joy in the carnage they bring, though that’s not always the case with every single one of them, of course. In fact, while it can be a very difficult task, these aliens can be reasoned with.
Aight, so why the fuck are there punch out characters here? Well first of all, I already kinda answered that question in my first paragraph: the idea of these aliens came to me after imagining punch out characters singing a stupid song. Second of all, lmao fuck you🖕doing weird goofy shit with preexisting fictional characters is fun as hell and I shouldn’t need a reason to justify doing what I do with the characters I like.
I also have loose story in my head about these aliens interacting with punch out characters on a spaceship, but I don’t plan on developing it too far or making it big with a bunch of different details and themes (I already have a whole punch out au for a story like that that I’ve been working on oh so secretively). I just want this to be something silly that I may draw to make myself feel better and to make me laugh. Though if you want an idea of what the general vibe is in my head, think of a weird mix of the movies Alien and Invasion of the Body Snatchers in terms of plot, and then think of your average Nightmare on Elm Street sequel in terms of tone (and if you don’t know what I mean by that, just think goofy with a bit of action and horror elements)
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Oh fuck, that was a lot. Umm… I hope all that shit was at least somewhat compressible. idk how to do a TL;DR for this so if you don’t wanna read all of that, lmao I’m sorry, you can go cry about it I guess /lh
((side note: UUUGHHH I’ve been wanting to post this all of last week, but I was going through driver’s education classes throughout that whole week and I got really tired because of it and couldn’t draw much digital art. I’m done now though, so YIPPEEE!! Anyway, have some extra shitty doodles I did while in those classes :3))
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zeb-z · 5 months
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talking entirely character wise. do you think today was a bit of a wake up call for bad. do you think he heard red screaming out of their minds begging for toxic gas and thought about how they’ve lost their minds just a little bit. do you think that when he was given an immediate no when he asked where the red egg was to help them defend he understood how deep of a rift he created. do you think as he sat there silent while the rest of red cheered at killing the egg statue, he wondered if he could have pushed them a little too far. do you think that maybe, just maybe, with the red sun beating down on him in that desert, the gas mask team cheering and dancing, he felt for a single moment the consequences of his actions? that maybe, if he hadn’t started out so hostile with extreme tactics, if he hadn’t been so bloodthirsty and ruthless, if he had had just a little bit of hesitation, that his own attempts at diplomacy would have gone over better? that the rest of the teams would have listened? that red would have trusted his judgement on the egg statues, or at the very least respected him enough to honor an agreement? do you think he realizes that burning his bridges may have fucked him over?
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batwynn · 5 months
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Just a heads up:
I’ve deleted my Twitter app and I will only be logging in every so often so the fuckwad that owns it doesn’t delete the account yet. I’ll also probably be taking it off my navigation card and other places, as well. I’ve given everyone there a month or so to find me somewhere else, and after yesterday I just can’t be there anymore. So that’s that.
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