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mew-ya · 1 day
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exclusive!!
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simpliciaty-cc · 10 months
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MAREN NECKLACE
20 Swatches;
Necklace Category;
HQ mod compatible;
All LOD’s;
[ DOWNLOAD ON MY BLOG ] -  (Public Release: August 6th, 2023)
New CC two times a week on my Patreon page!
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Thank you! ♥
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huntd0wn · 8 months
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ponku-po · 1 year
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they’re emo!!! - Marenlicious - @marenlicious​ 
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Iron Flame lines that have altered my brain chemistry:
"She made her choice, and it wasn't you. It will never be you."
"I'd rather you scream at me than pretend everything is all right with silence."
"then what about the wabern, or whatever you called them?"
"Do I know something about the Archives that you don't?"
"And I still don't regret it, Vi. Not one second."
"You're all right... I'll be right here. I'm not going to leave you."
I look up into the wrath of Dunne in the form of gold-flecked onyx eyes.
"My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I'll meet Malek at your side."
The entire cliff, above and below, echoes it, as if the gryphons grieve the loss of the flier as one.
"You've earned an honorable death."
"My house. My chair. My woman."
"Look at how beautiful you are, Violet, coming for me on Tyrrendor's throne."
"That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers? Thanks."
"I fucking love you."
"I'm sorry. I choose your life, too. You are mine. I can't let you die."
"Less than a minute."
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tinygryphon-58570 · 1 year
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Hugs for the Undertides too!! <3
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season-two · 1 year
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BONES AND ALL (2022)
DIR. LUCA GUADAGNINO.
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timotheechalmet · 1 year
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TAYLOR RUSSELL as Maren and TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET as Lee Bones and All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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strongestpotion · 1 year
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diversity win! the cannibal couple luring you into the night are bisexual!
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blackcranio · 13 days
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#282
Oh my, Lock grown so much both physically and mentally. Cale must be so proud. He was just so hesitant and indecisive a few chapters ago, now he go up against a one star dragon, he has a power upgrade but still, let wishing him a good luck.
Cale-Nim now has two pint size dragons at his disposal lol. Raon and Maren are so cute!
Cale feel like fainting after using too much power? Nothing new. At least he has yet to cough up blood.
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weirdlookindog · 5 months
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Maren - Doctor Van Helsing
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mew-ya · 7 hours
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admireforever · 5 months
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Bones and All
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pulpsandcomics2 · 22 days
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Robin Hood by Maren (Mariano Perez Clemente)
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mewiyev · 8 months
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quinloki · 4 months
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Snow Topped Mountains
Merry Christmas @mewiyev \o/ I am your secret santa! ❤️
I hope you enjoy this short story and bonus art (I have been wanting to try to draw Katakuri ever since you made me a Massive Fan of him, your art style, and Maren, so I hope you enjoy it!)
Words: 1,274 Characters: GN Reader, Katakuri CW: None, I believe, horror-undertones.
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The storm had passed, and so you were ready to head and and assess any damages, and if you were lucky maybe track some fresh game with the newly fallen snow.
Except now you were staring at the largest body you’d ever seen in your life. You would’ve mistaken it for the beginnings of a hill, but you knew the area better than anyone, and no storm was enough to move mountains.
You watched, nearly mesmerized by the sight, as the man’s massive chest rose and fell, in a steady rhythm. He was most certainly alive, for now, but unconscious. You, barely the size of one of his arms as far as you could tell, now faced the rather daunting task of trying to figure out how you could hope to save him.
And if saving him was going to result in your own untimely end or not.
Unable to simply leave any creature to its fate, dangerous or otherwise, you began to move. You had enough rope, and large enough tarps, all used for the village’s festivals. You might live up in the mountains to maintain the shrines and offerings to the gods during the hard times, but you weren’t ostracized.
“Fortunately for both of us you collapsed near the trees.” You mutter, tossing a weighted length of rope up into the branches and getting it tangled into place. It took you thirty minutes to get a network of ropes secured into the evergreens, and nearly an hour to get the tarps threaded on the ropes. The process was faster when you had a helper or two, but with the impending storm even your usual help wasn’t on the mountain.
Maren was going to be upset he missed the excitement.
The passing of the storm hadn’t cleared the skies, but it had abated the wind, so the labor of setting up the ropes and tarps was enough to keep you warm. You ran ropes in the middle of the small network, pulling a sort of functional roof together. It wouldn’t keep out rain, but it would let the fire’s smoke out and warm up the space inside.
You apologized to the large man as you had to practically climb him and a few times as you worked. Two hours later you could start hauling the ropes, pulling the network taut, and creating a massive tent around the still-breathing giant of a man.
With the tent in place you began to clear out the snow. You weren’t far from where you lived so you were able to get some tools to make it easier, but it took another hour just to clear enough to start fire. Once you got the fire rolling you started clearing the snow away from the large man.
The more you cleared away, the more you were amazed he was alive at all. He was barely clothed. Pants, boots, and a sleeveless vest. The scarf wrapped around his shoulders and lower face was fluffy and probably warm, but not nearly warm enough. There was no way you’d be able to get him out of the little clothing he was wearing so you decide to set up a few smaller fires around him. If he moved when he woke up, he’d just snuff out the smaller fires, but the extra heat would help dry the clothes faster.
The only thing you had to get off him were the boots. Though it was tempting to just simply light them on fire directly, you had no way to hope to replace them. At least the rest of his clothes could’ve been replaced by the tarps, but shoes were another matter. If they didn’t dry fast enough his toes could rot or get frostbitten. Either way he could lose them, or die to the fever and risk of infection.
You didn’t just spend almost five hours of effort to have your mystery man die to complications after the fact.
Unfortunately, the boots were neither loose-fitting, nor buttoned, zippered, or otherwise clasped. After some fruitless tugging you pulled out your hunting knife and carefully cut down the side of one, and then the other, pulling them free and dragging them away. You set up another fire, and began the jog through the snow to get back to the cabin.
Towels, a sleeping bag, some dried food, a pot, one cup, one large bowl, herbs and tea, and back to your makeshift tent. You’d need to keep an eye on your patient throughout the night, and that meant keeping him dry, the fires going, and keeping yourself fed. It’d be another day at least before Maren was going to be able to ascend the mountain, and you’d just have to hope he decided to bring more food than was needed for the two of you when he did.
Getting back to the tent you see your patient hasn’t moved. If not for the steady breathing you’d be worried he was truly done for. The fires were doing an amazing job, and once you set all the gear down you had to take your coat off to avoid sweating in the toasty tent.
Grabbing a couple towels you began to dry his feet, using some dry soap and talc to help ward off any other risks of mold or rot. The sheer size of him was a bit boggling. You’d seen giants before, and he wasn’t nearly as large, but you’d seen giants roaming the flatlands while you were in the mountains. If they hadn’t been giants you wouldn’t have noticed them at all from such a distance.
Once his feet were taken care of, you tended all the little fires, and stoked the largest one. You let a little heat, and a lot of smoke out, with a kick to one of the flaps, letting the rush of air hurry the new smoke out of the top of the tent before it gathered too thickly.
Walking over to his head you regarded your patient, taking note of his appearance with an attentive eye. Your only concerns before now had been if he was alive or not, but taking a moment to actually look him over was… surprising.
He had handsome features, cropped reddish hair, and tattoos that laid easily over an impressive physique. There was an ease on his face right now that wasn’t reflected in the finer lines found there. Stress and worry were etched deep, but his current state of unconsciousness left him looking at peace.
Whatever weighed so heavily upon his shoulders while he was awake, it made little impact on his sleep. Or at least this sleep, as unbidden as it must have come.
Temptation pulled at the corners of your mind, a desire to pull the scarf away from his face. It wasn’t worn for warmth, not with the distinct lack of winter apparel overall. So it was only fair to think he wore it hide his features. It wouldn’t be quite right to sneak a peek when such was obviously avoided, but the curiosity was strong.
Before you could settle your internal struggle yourself, the main fire cracked loudly, drawing your attention back to it. You went around and tended the smaller fire first, kicking the tarp open for a second to rush the small accumulation of smoke clear before minding the main fire.
Once the fire was set you felt it.
A gaze upon your back.
Eyes that held you in place.
Even as your own gaze was frozen on the fire before you, you knew what was happening. An assessment. One that could end in gratitude.
Or not.
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