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i-amnotaopossum · 4 months
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fmchibi · 10 days
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Come with us on now on a journey, through time and space...
Small S1 thingy in a different style
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d3ad4ndg0ne · 12 days
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you wanna cook crystal meth?
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random-gamer1942 · 6 days
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Some fanart I made :P
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genjv4rse · 2 months
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rerorerorevolution · 6 months
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WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HIM?!?!?!!??!!!! AND EVEN IF YOU ARE, IT IS NOT ENOUGH
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roszabell · 10 months
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hey @doomspiral, a frat au
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its-bread-bitch · 8 months
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Get drunk for me, sing louder than you've sung for me
Grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world
'Cause you were always strong
When you were young, you'd kick things just to see if they would fall
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hazbinsillynight · 1 month
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Here is my version of shark Vox!! What do you think? This fanon version is living rent free in my head right now
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snickerdoodie · 2 months
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Summary: Due to both stress and pain, the Baroness finally breaks when she reunites with her husband.
A/N: I actually wrote this awhile back, but never wanted to post it because I felt like it was too embarrassing, me basically showing off my delusions to a voice actor. But seeing there’s not really any writing about Desmond, I decided to take matters into my own grimy hands and wrote this. Isn’t proofread either, so if it sometimes sounds off, my apologies. Enjoy!
She didn’t mind to me married to Castin, really. He was a good husband; constantly looking out for her, doing everything in his power to make her happy and smile, he’d give her the whole moon if he could. No, that wasn’t the problem at all, it was the impossible and endless duties of the Baroness piled in with the intense amount of misogynistic deacriminatison and sexist stereotypes shoved into her face.
It started off as a relatively normal day for her; planning marriages from the two kingdoms, making sure her husbands returning in one piece, preparing meetings for the king and queen, etc. Exhausting as per usual, she never had time to herself anymore after the marriage. Yet today, it seems, she had managed to spare herself some time her own activities and hobbies, especially reading. But, both fortunately and unfortunately, this day was also the day her husband returns from his campaign.
“Well well well,” she hears, “don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight, wife.” Castin purrs, his eyes twinkling despite the tiredness that lays in them, the bags under his sockets have gotten more noticeable. She frowns at the sight. He notices her cinched eyebrows and pouty lip, his own brow quirking in question. “What’s the problem, babe? Finally notice how much of a good looking heart-throb your husband is?” She lets up a quick grin at his shameful joke, which brings a bigger grin on his face. She shakes her head, motioning him over with her wrists to where she’s laying in bed, soon sitting up when he makes his way over with a softer smile.
When he finally in her reach, she pulls him to sit on the side of her bed, torso turned to her. She looks him over carefully, eyes softening and saddening as she sees how much more stress had been put onto his features. The bags under his eyes, the few cuts and bruises, some healed some new, the sharpness in his once soft eyes. She felt her heart crack at the sights in front of her. As he looks into her melancholy eyes, he realizes then what she’s seeing. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, his own hand coming to hold the one on his cheek, inching her palm closer to his mouth, he places a soft kiss to it before holding it against his lips. Eyes opening softly and his own heart breaking at the look she gives him, her eyes saying more than her voice ever could.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart..” His voice barely above a whisper, having not being so close, she wouldn’tve heard him. Their eyes stay interlocked, telling tales with their pupils and saying stories with their corneas. Managing to speak so much with no words. Castin soon feels his eyes start to water as he sees hers fill up with tears, the crystals in them glistening in the dark room illuminated by candle light. Without saying a word, he brings her in carefully, staring at her soft face as it contorts to that one of a cryer. With a heavy heart, he brings her in impossibly close to his chest. The second she hits his chest, she breaks down. Sobs rack through her body as he grips her tightly, comfortably, one hand cradling her hand and gently raking his finger on her scalp, her other arm reaching around to hold her torso securely. Her own arms are wrapped around his neck, clinging to his body like her life depended on it, and right now, it did. She knew that sooner or later she would break. The reasons are seemingly endless; getting stuck in a tower with a friend who had betrayed her and manipulated her mind in his own twisted, wicked way, seeing the guard get slain in just a blink of an eye right in front of her, having her own husband pass out from malnourishment once they finally had gotten to see each other again, then to just have him disappear for two consecutive weeks, the list goes on for days, years even, it was basically endless.
Her sobs continue loudly as her body shakes more, Castin gently rocks her back in forth in hopes to sooth his lover. His eyes are closed as a few of his own tears shed at the torture of having to listen to his lover cave in and wail. After a few, he starts whispering sweet nothing quietly into her hair, many of them being ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’. He feels as if he’s gonna be the one to start bawling next, the heaviness behind his eyes is undeniably noticeable, but he has to compose himself and be the one there for her in this time of desperation and need.
A long period of time filled with the sounds of crying and weeping and the whispering of loving phrases before her sobs are nothing but the occasional sniffle and hitching of breath as the shaking of her body seethes. His arms stay strapped around her tightly, too scared to let go and she turn to nothing but ashes before him. Her arms loosen their grip on his neck as her slightly shaking fingers to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Her tired eyes are closed for the time being, exhausted beyond belief with no help from the melt-down, her body basically turning to mush as she starts relaxing against his lean yet strong body. There’s another elongated pause before she slurs out, “I’m sorry..” He thought his heart couldn’t be wounded more at her words. Why is she apologizing to him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around, him saying his sorry’s to her? Castin shakes his head, careful not to disturb her weak frame.
“There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me for anything, you hear me? You’ve done nothing wrong at all and I never, ever, wanna hear those words come out of your mouth again, okay?” She nods meekly at his quiet and stern words, even more tears threatening to escape as her emotions go haywire. He must have heard her whimpering sniffle because he gently maneuvers her head to look at him, his hand still grasping her hair.
“I love you more than you understand and I wish I was as good at words as you, my love, though I am not, I want to try for you. I want you to know that I would do anything for you and slay any foul beast not matter how threatening, if it’ll mean you’re safe. I want you to know that you mean more to me than the food to the hungry and the water for the thirsty, I wouldn’t be able to function unless I have you by my side at any day at any given time. I need you to know that you are more precious to me than any of those shiny gems. I need you to know, that I want to be there for you, to need to be there with you. My love for you is ever dying and I will take my last breath for you.” He finishes, his sleepless eyes and almost hoarse voice the kindest she’d ever seen and heard them.
“I love you, Castin, so much.” She managed through her croaking voice, the smile on her face gradually growing once she sees that he too is starting to smile. Even through this sorrowful moment, they know they have each other, no matter the problem and through every solution. One of her hands reach retract to come and lovingly cup his cheek, him closing his eyes and leaning to kiss it once more before tilting his head slightly to the side. The hand still located on the scruff of his neck tightens as she leans in softly to connect their lips. Both their eyes close, hearts now content and healed as they finally seal their continues promise of loving one another for the rest of infinity.
Feel free to comment about what you liked and didn’t like! :)
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hotvampireadjacent · 2 months
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Warframe.
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btrswtem · 1 month
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Hello Bridget/Elphelt Nation, I come bearing an offering
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musicalislife · 11 months
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I can’t with their instagram stories💚. I love their friendship.
(Instagram stories 2023.May.28.)
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random-gamer1942 · 8 days
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Drew these during Physics, lol
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Might do some more if I have time later
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fantastigasmical · 10 months
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Steph Riley is a young closeted trans woman at the end of her rope. She's too poor to afford healthcare, transition via the NHS is hellish, and her conservative Christian parents certainly won't help.
She has one hope and only one: her vanished best friend. Mark Vogel was a slightly older teenager who lived across the street from her for some years. A few weeks after starting uni, he vanished. Two years later, Steph runs into a girl called Melissa who looks similar enough to Mark to be the sister he never had, and she clearly recognizes Steph too.
This gets her thinking. Was "Mark" like her? Did she cut off all ties to transition? So she gets to researching, and finds that the Dorley Hall dorm at the nearest university is kept by a private trust, meant to support disadvantaged women and nonbinary people. A lot of boys go missing around this university, and only boys. The patterns are subtle but things are adding up.
Steph logically concludes that Dorley has a secret private gender clinic meant to help girls like her. When drunk at a party with Christine Hale, a resident there, she explains her little hypothesis.
The next morning, Steph wakes up locked in a cell, head splitting from a nasty hangover, and a voice on an intercom is asking her what she knows. Her guess was completely logical and completely wrong. This place is somewhere between a rehab facility and a cult. How will she survive among… The Sisters of Dorley?
Thank you to @tinker-tanner on the Novelty Mug Society Discord for writing up this blurb for the book series The Sisters of Dorley. I'd highly recommend reading it. Its an interesting thriller and has had me hooked since I first saw it. I see a ton of people saying when they first read it they binged through the entire thing in a week because they couldn't put it down.
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