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officialhexrpg · 1 year
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March Contest: Let Them Debate
Do you have what it takes to prove yourself in this knockout debate? Are you lucky enough to go home with a prize in your pocket? Put your best foot forward... and hope that the randomiser is on your side! - Magical Theories
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deadeery · 7 months
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VAMPIFIES YOUR PIRATES 🩸🩸🧛‍♂️💥
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sammakesart · 3 months
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“My Chosen…”
More Mystra but if she was actually giving Goddess. I mean I still hate her… but at least make it make sense!
Also remember when Eris from that Sinbad movie? Yeah.
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thesilverlady · 5 months
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“There's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” — Mitch Albom
#f&b#rhaenyra targaryen#pre asoiaf#aemma arryn#targnation#valyrianscrolls#valyrianladies#house targaryen#targaryensource#canon rhaenyra targaryen#book rhaenyra#asoiaf fancast#asoiafedit#fire and blood#my edit#thesilverladyedit#*my thought process on this:#[aemma's color pallette is purposely warm toned. indicating the prosperity + happiness + free of danger most of her life was]#[i made her hair a more honey colored similar to her mother & grandmother. Her eyes are arryn blue with a slightly hint of pale lilac]#[in the pic with Viserys the flowers are blue for her house + Vis' jewels on his clothes a deep purple - a color his daughter would wear]#[i also chose a pose that was more formal. with less evidence of personal feelings]#[in the final pic of baby rhae I made her dress a deep red.Both as a tribute to house Targaryen+as a hint for the blood she'd have to bleed#*now onto rhaenyra's side!#[her pallete is a cooler tone; opposite of her mother's as her life starts and ends grimly]#[i made her silver gold hair purposely a bit whiter because I headcanon her son aegon iii to have taken the coloring from her.]#[her eyes are a darker shade of purple but still very intense with their coloring]#[ the pose I chose with daemon is again the opposite of her parents; personal feelings are the heart of it & the passion is clear.]#[in the picture where she holds her baby her dress is dark so it's probably not very clear but the color is the same one as Viserys' jewels#[in the final pic we see the surviving children. On the left it's aegon iii & on the right viserys II]#the wall behind them is the same color as their mother's dress.The blood that has been spilled is now behind them&they have to live with it
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penguinsblues · 11 months
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The choice is yours.
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agentark · 25 days
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do you ever think about how in the literal very first scene with Rebecca, we learn that Unit Bravo had no idea she even had a kid
she chose UB and The Agency over the detective so consistently, so frequently, that her team didn't even consider that she had some kind of life outside of them, with someone waiting for her at home
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therantingsage · 3 days
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Listen I love fankids and I love character design! Unfortunately I have no plans of making any fankids for these two in actual Finders Keepers canon because like...literally no way to do it they're too different biologically. So I adapted some instead! These are the only people I follow with fankids I think, but it's enough to make a decent spectrum as far as which parent they pull from. A few colors here n there have been adjusted just to make them look more related to my versions (super vibrant stuff makes them look like sparkledogs with how my designs work aksdjfhaskhf sorry Nyx specifically ily I promise).
Beanie by @electrozeistyking
Nyx by @thecosmiccrow
Colt and Akita by @lilblucat
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buxiee · 8 months
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No Hands - pt. 1
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next!
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aglennco · 9 months
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F@tT Pinup Week: a hint of violence (a magazine...)
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averysmolbear · 6 months
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CW: The reader isn’t explicitly said to be female but it’s implied. While it’s going to be a general ship fic, it’s still heavily selfship coded. Also be warned that it isn’t explicitly stated that the reader is dealing with the aftermath of a depressive episode but it’s heavily implied. This hasn’t been proofread and it’s completely self indulgent. There are a couple of pet names in this as well. It’s all fluffy-ish comfort here though!
Divider by @/saradika
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You squint against the light that suddenly floods your bedroom and mentally curse yourself for giving your boyfriend a key to your apartment. He doesn’t say anything at first but he does sit on the edge of your bed and gently pulls back the comforter that you have pulled up to your chin.
His smile is like warmth and sunshine. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth tug upward in the faintest hint of a smile in return. He doesn’t comment on the dirty dishes on your floor and nightstand or the dirty laundry on your floor by your closet. Instead he gently brushes some hair out of your face before softly speaking to you.
“Hey, baby. Think you can get out of bed for me today?”
You know your voice will crack if you try to speak so you just nod, your eyes finally adjusted to the light in the room. You don’t know what time it is but you assume it’s sometime in the morning.
He stands up and offers you his hand as you carefully climb out of bed. “How about a shower? I know I always feel a little better after a long, hot shower.”
After you nod again, your boyfriend smiles and leads you to the bedroom. When you make it clear that you can do this on your own, he leans against the counter and waits as you undress and turn on the water to get it to your preferred temperature. He has your phone in hand and you realize that you never saw him grab it from your nightstand. He smiles and shrugs, finding a playlist of soft and soothing music.
“Yell if you need me, okay?” He walks over and presses a kiss on the top of your head as you nod.
He closes the door behind himself, doing his best to listen for you in case you need him. He strips your bed, taking the dirty sheets and comforter to the small laundry room in your apartment. He starts the washer and finds the extra set of sheets and the extra blanket in your linen closet.
In no time at all, he has your bed dressed again. He picks up your laundry, tossing it in the basket that sits by your closet door. Then he gathers up the dirty dishes to place them in the sink. He can still hear the water running in the bathroom as you shower so he finishes picking up your bedroom as he waits for you.
When you walk in, a towel wrapped around yourself, he turns around and smiles softly. “Feeling any better?”
You nod and you’re surprised when he leaves your room to let you get dressed. You find your boyfriend in the kitchen after you dress in your comfiest pajamas. He’s already digging out everything he’ll need to make you your favorite comfort meal. Quietly, you slip next to him and start to help prepare the ingredients in comfortable silence.
Once the food is done, he grabs your plate and his, carrying them into the living room. You follow with two cups in hand as well. Without having to say a word, you settle in next to each other on the couch. He hands you the remote, letting you pick out what to watch.
“If you’re feeling up to it, I want to take you out tomorrow.” He smiles when he sees your face light up. He knows that you get like this sometimes but that doesn’t change how happy it makes him to see you happy again. “Maybe we can go see that movie you’ve been wanting to see. It’s out now, right?”
“Are you sure?” You know that he was less than enthusiastic about the movie when you saw the first trailer and you don’t want to force him to see it with you but when you see him smile and nod, you know he’s not just doing this for you. “Okay.”
The two of you settle in to watch your favorite movie. You’re grateful that he always seems to know what to say and do when you’re not at your best. That quiet comfort of just being near him making it seem like everything will be alright.
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officialhexrpg · 1 year
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Contest of the Month: Picking Up Strangers
3-2-1- START! Time to begin your video game adventure by creating your character. After all, what good is a hero without a cape and a sword? Time to choose your fighter in this month's HINT House Point Contest! - Games Forum
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bepop-moon · 3 months
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I just found out the Xaden bonus chapters are a thing and read them and Xaden calling Sgaeyl “my girl” had me melting 😭😭
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midnitematine · 8 months
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My take on The Chime
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rexscanonwife · 27 days
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By the way, I'm glad that I've seen a lot of kink positivity around my dash because my GOD people have been regressing so far with that shit and circling back around to bigotry with it!! Especially my lovely partner who's inspiring me to be more open with MY kinks as well 🥺
But here's the funny thing. My BIGGEST kink may not be so obvious, but once you know what it is most people are like ooooh yeah that makes sense 😂 anyone wanna take a guess at what it is?
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surplus-of-sarcasm · 10 months
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Foreign Perception
TW: Bruises, scratches and fights mentioned
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He was sprawled out on the couch, dressed in a black, satin robe, the edges of it lined with a wine red trim. The sunlight illuminated half of his form, seeming to highlight his features; the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones and his sleek figure as well as the curves of the softer features of his face, of his raven hair, all drawn in golden ink.
"Ah, you've woken up," he remarked softly, the usual scratchiness of his morning voice missing, sounding silkier instead. He'd been awake for a while, it seemed, which was strange because he wasn't really a morning person.
Outwardly, he seemed immaculate, tousled hair slightly damp from a shower, his skin looking healthy and well cared for. The luxuriant garment fell slightly as he shifted himself, exposing his collarbones and the tips of his shoulders.
A closer look at him revealed details of a different nature, the ones the sunlight refused to cast its golden glow on. The bruise on his left cheek, an ugly shade of purple and swollen, the dark bags under his eyes, the partially split lip, and a long, fading scratch partially exposed where the fabric of his robe wasn't hiding skin.
"Lie down with me," he suggested, in the same gentle and yet commanding tone, "you look tired." He gestured to the empty space next to him, an almost expectant look in his eyes.
So she obliged, not so much lying down as sitting next to him, her movements a little slow. He smelled like strong, expensive cologne; some sort of smoky wood and an elegant mix of spices.
"Relax, I won't bite," he supplied, a very slight hint of amusement in his tone that one could only pick up by spending a considerable amount of time around him.
Tentatively, she leaned back until her head rested against his chest, letting her arms fall limp at her sides. When the villain showed no indications of discomfort or annoyance, she slackened her posture a bit more.
"That's more like it," the villain praised, no hint of his usual biting sarcasm present. Most of their previous exchanges had involved snide remarks falling off of his sharp tongue and her snapping back at him. Not now, it seemed.
He slowly moved his arm so that it was around one of her shoulders, letting out a soft sigh, a perfect mix of exhausted and utterly relaxed.
The villain was usually unapproachable, even in more casual clothing, with a cryptic resting face that loosely resembled a dark scowl and an unreadable expression in his eyes. He seemed to emant danger, like he carried a warning sign everywhere. Right now, however, he looked impossibly soft, no mask to hide behind.
This time, he layed down completely on the couch, tapping her shoulder lightly so that she would follow his example. The hero found herself being pulled into strong arms, the villain's embrace being surprisingly warm.
"Why are we doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite that, she half-wished to stroke a hand through the criminal's hair, settling only for pushing the loose strands out of his eyes.
"I'm not very sure, maybe it's just calmer, you know. Than what we do every day." He gently guided her fingers through his locks. "It's okay. I think I actually like it when you touch my hair," he said softly.
So she ran her fingers through the villain's hair, noticing how his breathing slowed, how he closed his eyes and involuntarily leaned into the touch.
He opened his eyes and started tracing patterns into her arm absentmindedly with the fingers of one hand, the other still holding her close to him. "You're extremely quiet, which is very unlike you, any reason why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know, Villain, I just don't have much to say. Maybe I talk too much, but I don't mind the quiet," she remarked, continuing to card her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.
"I don't think you talk too much," he stage-whispered, smoothing down a wrinkle in her silken dress, his fingers toying with the embroidery on the skirt. It had been a birthday gift, another trademark of their weird, nonsensical to-hate-or-not-to-hate relationship.
"You? Of all people. I thought you hated it." She let a dry laugh make its way into her tone, disbelieving.
"I didn't appreciate being insulted," he replied, only slightly irritable, a glint of mirth visible in the emerald green eyes, "but it was pretty much a mutual thing, and I know people who talk too much, incessantly, but you're not one. It's not noise to me, maybe you talk more than I do, but you listen, so that's a good thing." His hand skirted down the side of her face, and he started tracing her cheekbones down to her jaw. There were small bruises scattered across her cheeks, a few old scars across her figure, and some newer scrapes from more recent fights, some of which, he came to realise, were his fault.
But again, it's not like she hadn't managed to leave any marks on him.
"You're pretty," he remarked before he could catch himself, "for someone who has to get into all these fights, a bit of a shame, really."
"Fighting crime's not a good enough reason to taint my beauty?" she asked, ironically drawing the shape of a scar on his chest with her fingers, blissfully cool against his skin.
"Not what I meant," he attested.
She simply laughed. "Easy. I'm messing with you. Want to know something a little crazy?" she questioned, now playing with the curls of his hair.
"Mhm."
"First time I saw you without a mask, as much as I despised you then, the first, unfiltered thought in my head was that you looked like someone from a perfume ad."
A rare, genuine smile graced the villain's lips. "This is the most oddly specific compliment I've ever received but I'll take it." He toyed with the strands of her hair, weaving his fingers down the length of it. "I don't think we're friends," he decided.
"No," she agreed, tugging a little at the roots of his hair.
"I don't think friends keep doing. . .whatever it is this is unannounced," the villain concluded.
"Being physically affectionate, yes."
"But you know we aren't lovers, either. Is this a side-effect of the whole marriage thing?"
"No, I don't think so," she answered, smoothing the criminal's stray hairs down, "I think we're something in between enemies and lovers. I also think we're both touch-starved, and this. . .this calms us both." She started rubbing a stiff knot in his neck, earning a few contented sighs and shivers from him.
His hand flitted to somewhere near her shoulder, delicately tracing patterns into the skin, increasing pressure sometimes when it seemed fit. Involuntarily, she nuzzled her head into the crook of the villain's neck, and soon his own head slumped forward.
They'd both fallen asleep, mortal enemies in each other's arms, feeling safer than they ever had before.
Few things can rival something as simple and primitive as a gentle touch. More powerful than what one would expect, a frivolous, sentimental luxury only to those who chose to be blind, to run away and hide behind walls of indifference covered in cracks and close to collapsing. Even those who consider it a foreign perception in their world come to realise its priceless value sooner than they would dare to expect.
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gxtzeizm · 6 months
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guess that we might see lando celebrating his birthday together with max f today in las vegas 🤭🤭
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