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littlekingbergara · 9 months
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i just can't get over the wildflower embroidery on shane's suit with the fact that he designed sara's engagement ring based off of wildflowers... like the thoughtfulness and pure love that went into every detail of this day starting from almost two years ago!!! their love is so so beautiful. 🥹🫶
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harmshake · 3 months
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It's come to my attention that some dumbass anon and/or user @optimistichall has been harassing my moots since yesterday all because I said I didn't like Roman using the word "cross dresser."
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If you've gotten any stupid long copypasta messages (which are gone now from my inbox as they blocked me) and it was because of me, I sincerely apologize.
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I responded to this blog once with the same bullshit they was on because this user clearly a troll. 😭 Because if you know me, you know I'm a Roman fan and have never critiqued things out of his control like his health, appearance, etc.
But if I become aware of him or anyone saying or doing something I don't agree with it, especially racist and homophobic shit, I will speak on it. This user just wanted to argue yesterday and I'm sorry for them bothering you.
@wrestlingprincess80 @miyuhpapayuh @rockerchick1138 @crxssjae @southerngirl41 @thesamoanqueen @codyjey @wrestlezaynia @joannasteez
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vinelark · 21 days
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look how cute my current lockscreen is
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patolemus · 1 year
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Au with abo where Aemond and Lucerys are the only survivors of their families, and they decide to marry in an effort to save what is left of their House.
The implications of this are just great because they rightfully hate each other, but on the other hand… they are tired.
Their House has destroyed itself from the inside out because there were people who just couldn’t stop craving for power that wasn’t theirs to have. They were all used and manipulated for years until the only viable option was to fight each other.
And the thing is, both Aemond and Lucerys are a direct product of that. Aemond lost an eye because the division of their House was so great a fight between children got out of control to the point of extreme violence. He will never get it back. This incident will follow him forever. The realm will always know him as the One-Eyed Prince.
Lucerys lives with whispers behind his back. He lives with whispers told to his face. Everyone looks at him and thinks ‘that’s a bastard’. He is a prince of the realm, he is set to inherit a great sit of power in Westeros, and all he can think of is that he doesn’t deserve it. His claim is fake, and the only thing keeping it afloat is his Grandsire’s approval.
It is their encounter at Storm’s End that starts the Dance of the Dragons. It’s fitting that they too end it back at their ancestral home.
They have both lost their dragons. Everyone else in their House is dead. They are alone against a world that is ready to tear them apart if they think they have a chance to sit on the Iron Throne.
But House Targaryen can only fall by House Targaryen. And they refuse to let it happen.
They are alone and desperate, it is them against a court full of vipers ready to slit their throats. Their feud may be deep but for their House and all that their families fought for, they will stand united. Even if it means marrying each other, tethering themselves to the other until the Stranger claims them both.
They will get House Targaryen back to its former glory, no matter what they have to do for it.
Perzys ānogār.
Fire and blood.
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regallibellbright · 4 months
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I think it’d be really, really funny if the Civilians of Twilight Town keep trying to guess what Roxas, Xion, Lea, and Isa’s deal is, trying to fit them into SOME sort of even remotely traditional family structure and end up with, like, six different competing rumors even before the polite blonde girl who divides her time between “the old abandoned mansion, which they guess she owns?” and “nowhere in the area.”
And then the visiting scientist.
And the other visiting scientist.
And the scientists’ apparent son (other son?), who spends his entire trip talking with Pence about something they’ve clearly been collaborating on for at least a year despite the fact that no one’s ever seen him before.
Xion introduces a boy who looks nothing like her, currently lives with his family (not, she specifies, her family,) and has no relationship with Roxas or Lea whatsoever. Apparently they’re both the children (okay, he says creations, but Even’s an odd one) of one of the scientists. Technically, they say. They look nothing alike. They’re pretty sure he doesn’t live with the scientist, either. He does know Namine (presumed to be the scientists’ mutual daughter) but they say they’re not siblings point blank. Someone crosses Xion and Namine being sisters off a whiteboard, then considers and puts a question mark there.
Roxas’s incredibly obvious identical twin shows up and they claim to be half-brothers. Roxas will skateboard away from all followup questions. On another trip, he’ll bring a third boy who introduces himself as “the other half of (Ven’s) heart” and then immediately refers to Roxas, Xion, and Ven (but not Lea or the other boy, who nonetheless knows him) as his siblings. He claims to have been born at the dawn of time and just after the worlds shattered and also sixteen years ago. (Vanitas knows exactly what he is doing and is THRIVING off the chaos.)
Based off similar hair colors, her apparent dislike of Lea, and sheer desperation, half the town is convinced that Aqua and Isa are siblings and she sided with him during the breakup. There’s no consensus about how Terra fits into this. (Isa’s not correcting them. About any of this. It’s not worth it.)
Seifer gets back from a journey of self-discovery and asks who the newbies are and gets shown eight different, mutually-contradictory conspiracy boards in the form of family tree/relationship charts. Lauriam and Elrena have been the source of multiple schisms among the gossip mill.
By the time Sora shows up again even Hayner, Pence and Olette are having trouble keeping everything straight, and they actually know the whole story.
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newvegasceo · 22 days
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mr house never being able to replicate his courier six because they never let him scan them, so all he has are a few shoddy recordings he took to recreate the courier from. his replicas of courier six are flawed: none are as perceptive, resourceful and proactive. they aren't good at out-of-the-box thinking or improvising. their problemsolving, diplomacy skills and technological innovation ideas fall short of the original and are just another disappointment every time. they end up hollow shells like jane, marilyn and victor. letting new vegas go, ruin itself in pursuit of recreating his perfect right hand again, hope for another fruitful partnership and bright future of the mojave like they did before is so delicious it makes me sick actually send tweet ✌
#ulysses warned my courier house would sooner or later put her face on a robot servant and he was right!! and she knew he was!!!#but the way house went about it in my headcanon is making me sick in the stomach!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the devnotes?? that allied courier was his first true prodigy/son/daughter IN 200 HUNDRED YEARS??? sickening. i love it#add a fucked up romantic-not-really-only-pining storyline into that already crazy cocktail and im eating it up!!!!!!!!!!! YUM!!!!#my courier is a technophile but she's got a shred of self-respect and wont let (out of pride mostly) house scan her brain#she dies ensuring the continuation of new vegas setting it up to prosper only for house to let it go to shit.... the drama.........#because he cannot imagine a world without his partner who has changed the world around them so much in such a short life....#so he sets out to recreate even a shred of her glory so they may continoue to reign over the mojave but he fails miserably over and over#and his pursuit blins him to the shit stirring on the streets and the area that even his army of securitrons isnt able to stop#either the nv clans successfuly rebel/make the city go to shit while he's too busy working on the courier copies#or some outside party infiltrates and gets his ass while he's not looking. rip#either way my courier is always the death of mr house whether they are allied or not bc i love doomed narratives#personal#delete later#fallout#? technically#till we get season 2 of the tv show im able to brainstorm ideas as to what happened to nv after fnv ended!!!! SOMEBODY STOP ME (dont)#im cutting this extremely short my thought on this are pretty long i couldnt fall asleep on monday bc ulysses' words were haunting me
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crispycreambacon · 1 month
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I can’t believe just a few days after I announce my hiatus, Watcher dropped an announcement so terrible I had to crawl back here again
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maineventpapiuso · 4 months
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Roman standing on business letting Cody know he will never get the Undisputed title.
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halfunbreak · 4 months
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In all those shows, who was there in the main event? Because it sure as hell wasn't Roman Reigns!
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canofspooks · 1 year
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jokes aside, the real entry for day 1 is under the cut. you can also find it on my AO3 (@9hikers)
Summary: AU where Danny’s parents built a portal to another dimension, just not the one they were looking for.
The last thing he remembered was his muscles tensing. The pain came so quickly, he couldn't quite register it all before it was a series of burning static coursing through his body.
Then there was nothing.
The nothing didn't last very long, unfortunately. The dull, spasming ache in his body returned with a vengeance. Before he managed to open his eyes, he'd already decided on a few theories.
1. He was in the "Ghost Zone" his parents had talked about.
2. He was dead.
On the plus side, it didn't feel like hell. His back was pressed against soft earth and grass, while sunlight warmed his face. That was enough encouragement for Danny to open his eyes.
The sky was blue overhead. The kind of blue he didn't usually see in the gloomy Amity Park. If he tilted his sore neck just a little, he could see Tucker pacing back and forth just a few feet away, and Sam sitting on a rock in the midst of a staring contest with the ground.
At the sound of his movement, she turned her attention to him. "Sick, you're not dead."
"That's debatable," he groaned. "Did you guys get killed too?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Nope. You got knocked out, fell into the portal, and we went to get you. Now we're here."
He tried to prop himself up in his elbows - emphasis on tried, because he couldn't get his spine to bend. A fresh jolt of blinding pain shot into his body when he got even a fraction of an inch off the ground.
So he laid back down.
"Can you drag me back through the portal? I don't think I can walk right now."
Sam returned to her staring contest with the ground.
"It closed behind us," she explained, plucking strands of grass absently. "Closed, or broke, or just... disappeared. I dunno- but it's gone."
Whether it was the near-death experience or the constant throbbing ache all over his body, this information didn't hit him as hard as it should've.
"So we're stuck in the Ghost Zone?"
"... Maybe?"
He looked around at the sparse forest surrounding them. Of all the places to get permanently trapped, at least it wasn't a dimension of fire and brimstone.
Tucker returned from his pacing. Or rather, he moved his pacing a few steps closer to the other two.
"That's the thing," Tucker started. He walked in the space between him and Sam. "I don't think this is the Ghost Zone. I think your parents built a portal to another dimension, just not the one they were looking for."
"Are you some kind of ghost expert now?" Danny scoffed.
"No, but I don't think the Ghost Zone has dragons."
He shot up, ignoring the searing pain as he scrambled to get his stiff body in the position to run away from a giant fire-breathing lizard. He looked at Tucker with wild eyes.
"Dragons? Where?!"
Tucker pointed back over to where he'd been pacing. Now that he was upright, Danny could see they were on a hill. It gave them a pretty good view of the landscape. The vast, untouched land was covered in sprawling forests, towering mountain ranges, and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. Squinting hard against the sun, Danny spotted something big and scaley circling the sky above one particularly evil-looking mountain.
Huh. Dragons.
"So if this isn't the Ghost Zone, where are we? And how do we get back?" Sam asked.
"Let's find somebody to ask. This place has dragons, so it's gotta have magic. Maybe they can make a portal or something to get us back," Tucker said with entirely too much confidence, and started walking into the woods.
Danny hobbled after his friend. "Wait, Tucker, that's insane. What if we meet... orcs or... something?"
"We either starve out here or we get killed by orcs. Going out in battle is cooler." Sam fell in step beside him. He wasn't sure he agreed, but it was two versus one. Danny would just have to make his peace with dying in a horribly gruesome way in another world where his parents would never know what happened to him.
Lovely.
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thesamoanqueen · 5 months
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2024 is already testing me more than necessary. First Roman deciding to work three times in the first month of the year and then Baldwayne who goes around with Nick Khan planning matches for a secondary PLE and not WM.
Lets slow down okay?!
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seoafin · 1 year
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i know i would love to read about stsg suffering in this love hotel fic
oh they're suffering alright
“So…there was a girl wasn’t there?” You start, referring to when you had last seen them. The three of you, out for drinks with Shoko at a bar near TokyoU, and the pretty, doe eyed girl who had struck up a conversation with you in the bathroom about Satoru and Suguru. She had smelled nice, and her hands had been warm and soft they had grasped yours. You smile encouragingly. “You brought her home.”
Satoru and Suguru stare at you. You stare back. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Maybe they don’t want to talk to you about their romantic trysts. Maybe you’re just forcing conversation where there is none. People talked about these kinds of things during sleepovers, didn’t they? Huddled together, laughing and teasing each other about their romantic endeavors.
This is…not what you envisioned. 
Suguru is beginning to look faintly embarrassed while Satoru’s lips are thinly pressed together, just a nudge from being downturned.
You sweat. Tough crowd.
It’s not like…you hadn’t seen them all get into the same taxi. Or the way the girl whose name you had never caught had been clinging to their arms the entire way. 
“Did you get her number?” You ask. “For a date or…” you trail off. You think you might really be digging yourself into a whole.
“Ah,” Suguru says, looking embarrassed. “There wasn’t really an opportunity…”
Once again, silence hangs in the room.
You quickly move to change the topic, in hopes that it’ll lighten the mood. “When I was in Kyushu, a man gave me his number.” It had been a relatively quick interaction. An extra helping of the famous local cuisine of Miyazaki beef, and a piece of folded paper atop of the napkin you had been given paired with a wink. “Shoko thinks I should call him!”
…You’re doing this wrong. You must be doing this wrong. Why else would Satoru and Suguru be looking at you like that?
Satoru exhales, running a hand through his damp hair, looking questionably weary. “He knew you were a tourist. He was probably looking for a quick—”
“Kyushu seems a bit far,” Suguru interrupts with a small, tight smile.
You blink. Satoru’s words aren’t lost on you. You are still contemplating them when you say, “Oh.” It wasn’t as if you had been planning on actually calling the man anyway. Maybe he had been wanting you solely for sex. It was obvious from your Tokyo accent you were a tourist. It would’ve been easy enough. “You think?”
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gertritude · 3 months
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need to get this persona 5/akechi obsession out of my head so I can be normal again. I keep going on to social media wanting to type shit like "damn... remember how akechi had brown hair"
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dynamitekansai · 1 year
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harmshake · 7 months
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So no Roman tonight on SmackDown???
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sealrock · 6 months
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decembhyur, day 16: journal
9th sun of the 1st umbral moon, 15XX
it was supposed to be a simple job: find the mark, take off her head as proof of the kill, bring it to these uppity inquisition people who'd rather eat chocobo shite than look me in the eye, leave with a sackful of gil. they had no clue she had a babe with her, and neither did I when I took this bounty. knowing this lot, they'd throw in an extra thousand if I got rid of the child. I've had my fill of killing women with children... why must the little children suffer unjustly? these people are no different than the corpse brigade, they just wear fancy robes and preach their holier than thou rubbish. I walked away empty-handed that day. well, not entirely. she said his name is achille.
when the woman—an elezen named tauvane—discovered my intentions, she looked... how can I say it? she was more savage than human, with her claws and brute strength. she put up quite a fight: she had the strength of damn near twenty men. she nearly ripped my face off before she slammed me into a nearby boulder to make her escape. I took note of unnatural black growths trailing along her arms and legs, much like a dragon's scales. her hair was matted and filthy, and her eyes screamed distrust and panic, like a wild animal backed into a corner. she was by the river with the babe; I managed to catch up with her just before she plunged him in the rushing water. whether it was a cruel act of survival or sparing her child from the hands of her homeland, I cannot say. she was dealt with an unfortunate hand in life, that much I can tell. whatever crime or crimes she committed had the inquisition desperate enough to seek outside help. but I couldn't go along with the plan. I pitied her, I pitied the child clutched to her chest and swaddled in tattered rags, his mewling cries muted by the driving rain. instead, I let her escape... but she left achille in my care. she said he'd be better off with me, and that she'll return for him 'when the time is right.' and just like that, she dashed away into the trees with a speed I never witnessed before. I couldn't stand there and gawk, however. I needed to find shelter. as I write this, achille is sound asleep on my bed. I found temporary respite in this hunting village called tailfeather, and I leave on the morrow. apparently tauvane stayed around these parts, but the locals were unaware of her bounty when they allowed her a safe haven before she gave birth. rhalgr's cock, I never expected to become a father again, not after... what happened in ala mhigo. he's not a replacement for the son I lost. I have too much blood on my hands as it is. the families I killed for the sake of the king, they torment me. I cannot pass this fate onto him. he's too young to be separated from his mother, she made a mistake. besides that... he's very ill. I don't have the proper medicines to help him. he may not make it by next sennight. maybe I should have put the two out of their misery when I had the chance. I'll leave him here in the village, there's a woman that's able to nurse him. he'll be better off here.
24th sun of the 1st umbral moon, 15XX
... I found myself unable to leave this child behind. it's been roughly a fortnight since tauvane entrusted her son to me, and she hasn't returned to tailfeather. I fear she must have perished in the storm. but to happy tidings: the healers here saved achille's life with their folk magicks. it was then that I learned he was half-blooded; his ears were barely pointed, meaning his father was a hyur like me. I'm ignorant of ishgardian politics, but if the whispers of the healers are true, then achille would've lead a difficult life in tauvane's homeland. to condemn a child just for the manner of his birth, it sickens me. I'm relieved that he'll pull through, but... I can't bear to hold him, much less look at him. he's not my son, I am but a stranger to him. just before I said my final goodbyes, when I took a glance at him, I found him staring back at me. his eyes were the same shade as his mother, a brilliant red hue that reminded me of blood. it matched his fuzzy crown of dark red hair. he was quiet for a long while before he broke out into a smile. he smiled at me, someone he doesn't know. I am not his mother. I couldn't leave him. I am not his father, I doubt he ever knew his father. but he chose me as his provider, his protector. when he's old enough I will take my leave of this place, I am sure that is what tauvane wished for me to do. as of now, he's a little menace, and I say that with affection. he's incredibly curious about my hair. he won't stop tugging at my beard and braids with his mighty grip. he's so small that I can carry him with one hand. but I know he will grow into a strong young man someday... he and tyro would've been like brothers, if tyro had lived. my poor tyro. he will not replace the one I lost. but nevertheless, I believe what was destroyed can be rebuilt. what was cut down can grow again.
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