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doumadono · 2 months

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ainful sunday!!

thinking about izuku coming back from a long, agitating mission and just fucking his girlfriend for hours on end due to the fact he couldnt fuck her for two months..

Warnings: aged-up Izuku

SINFUL SUNDAY

The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit bedroom bathed in a soft glow emanating from a little lamp placed on a nightstand. The atmosphere was both calming and intimate, a thoughtful touch from someone who knew him all too well.

Izuku's eyes widened as he spotted your silhouette by the window, your gaze fixed on the city skyline. The scent of a familiar perfume hung in the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia and warmth. He cleared his throat, not wanting to startle you.

You turned, your eyes widening in surprise before giving way to a radiant smile. "Izuku," you breathed, crossing the room in swift strides. Your embrace was a testament to the longing that had built up over the weeks of separation, the relief of being back in each other's arms.

"I missed you so much," you murmured against his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his hero costume.

The sensation of your touch grounded him, a stark contrast to the chaos he had faced on his long mission.

As you pulled away, Izuku's eyes met yours, gratitude and love reflected in the depths of his green orbs. "I missed you too, Y/N," he confessed, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and genuine affection. "It felt like an eternity out there."

You led him to the bed, urging him to rest while you fetched a glass of water.

Sitting there, he found solace in your presence, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

You spoke of the challenges faced, the victories achieved, and the moments of doubt that had haunted his journey.

"Coming back to you makes everything worth it," Deku admitted, his gaze unwavering.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "You're my hero, Izuku, in more ways than one."

Izuku enfolded you in a snug embrace, his lips leisurely planting tender kisses across your face. After delicately removing his gloves, his calloused fingers traced a gentle path along the nape of your neck. Amidst the soft caresses, he murmured affectionate words against your lips, "My babygirl, my little love."

Soon, he found himself pinning you down onto the mattress, his adept hands delicately removing your nightgown. His slightly chapped lips planted kisses along your exposed shoulders, traced the neckline, and lingered in the valley between your breasts.

Effortlessly, Izuku shed his hero uniform, the sound of zippers echoing in the room. Your laughter bubbled as you witnessed his struggle, prompting you to assist. A small smile graced your lips as your fingertips traced the contours of his toned body, a tangible reunion after the prolonged absence.

Foreplay was unnecessary - you were already drenched, just for Izuku.

Deku encountered no obstacles entering your pussy - your slick wetness facilitated an easy slide of his aching manhood right into your snug core.

He started with deliberate slowness, his thrusts mirroring the measured precision of his heroics.

Your quiet moans intertwined with his labored breaths, marking the end of a prolonged hiatus from your sex sessions. Despite your initial tightness, the reunion felt blissful for both, a testament to the longing that had built up during your time apart.

"Oh, Izuku, I've been dreaming about this moment for so long," you whispered, arms enveloping his neck.

He grunted, gazing down at you, hands cradling your face. "Me too, babygirl. Missed your warmth."

As pure passion took hold, Izuku found himself completely consumed by desire, his thrusts quickening in response to the escalating intensity of arousal.

In no time, you succumbed to pleasure beneath him, becoming a moaning mess. Every thrust seemed to expertly target those incredibly sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through you as the tip of his dick brushed against your spongy walls.

After a particularly forceful thrust, you screamed his name as your head tilted back onto the pillows. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, you instinctively wrapped your leg around his hips, drawing him closer and subtly altering the angle for heightened pleasure, allowing Deku to penetrate your pussy even deeper than before.

Following his climax, you soon experienced your own, your body spasming from overstimulation.

Deku, catching his breath, tenderly kissed your forehead before withdrawing his cock out of your snug cunt. He then requested you to turn to your side. As you complied, he positioned himself behind you and reentered your pussy; his cock got hard again in no time.

Breathless, you gasped and bit your lower lip, feeling the intensity of his thrusts and a bulge his cock formed within your lower tummy whenever he pushed in, the tender kisses of his mouth placed to your cheek, and the warm breath fanning the back of your neck and ear as he grunted, quickening his pace.

In this specific position, Izuku could easily cup your breasts while reaching maximum depth with his dick buried in you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each of his thrusts.

Time blurred, but when Izuku cum yet again, emptying his balls in your pussy, he settled beside you on the bed, and slid his hands under his head with a smirk. "It was amazing, babygirl," Deku whispered, gratitude evident. "Thank you for the warm welcome."

You nestled against his robust chest, cheeks flushed as you felt your mixed cums trickling down your thighs. "Thank you for taking me to heaven, Izuku," you whispered, kissing his chest lightly.

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haunted-headset · 6 months

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Ok so hear me out

Wilbur and Y/n arguing.

Then y/n wanted to k!ll herself but..

Guess what Wilbur did...

He moved the knife away and kisses her...

💔 There’s a Reason London Puts Barriers on the Tube Line 💔

Summary: You & Wilbur have a massive argument & all of your su!c!dal thoughts came back, so you ran to Jubilee Line to do your deed. What you forgot is that Wilbur can track your phone.

A/N: Hello! Tysm for the ask! I changed the story up a bit so that the reader doesn't use a knife since knives kinda trigger me :/

word count: 796

proofread: nope

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warnings/cw: the reader has su!c!dal thoughts, two attempted su!c!des, mentions of an overdose, arguing/yelling, swearing

This was the worst argument you'd ever had with him in your three years of dating him, & it made your head hurt & your chest feel tight. You had attempted to kill yourself two days ago by overdosing on your anti-depressants.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Wilbur shouted. "Are you fucking stupid, Y/N?! You could've seriously hurt yourself!"

"That's the point!" You shouted back. "That's why I did it! & I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it, yet you kept insisting!"

“That’s because I fucking care about you!” Wilbur yelled. His fists were balled & his eyes, like yours, were bloodshot.

"Well, did I ask for you to care about me?” you cried.

He let out a loud groan of anger & pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, I fucking hate you."

Your eyes widened in shock. He'd gotten angry at you before, of course, but he'd never said that he hated you before. "You don’t mean that," you murmured as more tears rolled down your damp cheeks.

"Right now, I do," he said icily. "More than anything in the world.”

You glared at him. "More than the I love yous?”

His eyes met yours & his expression softened slightly. “…You’re being unfair."

"How the hell am I being unfair?!" you exclaimed. "You're being the unfair & shitty one here! Instead of asking me if I'm alright, you just--you just get mad at me! & when I say I don't want to talk, you keep pressing & pressing & pressing!"

"It's not my fault nor my problem that you're a depressed bitch who doesn't do anything to try & improve their mental state!" he yelled.

With burning tears in your eyes, you started to tie your shoes. Wilbur sighed & said, "No, please don't leave, I-"

"Just shut up," you snapped before you walked out, slamming the door behind you. You started to walk through the rain to Jubilee Line, which would take about forty minutes. You stepped in a few puddles on your way, which drenched your shoes & legs, & you forgot to grab a hoodie, so your entire body was soaked in rainwater.

When you finally arrived, tears rolled down your cheeks & mixed with raindrops as you remembered the song that Wilbur had written a year or two ago. He was rambling on & on about how crappy the mental health was in London & how the city was doing nothing to help their citizens, & how he'd see people kill themselves on Jubilee Line & nobody would say anything or try to stop them, & instead of trying to help the people by improving their mental health services, the city just built barriers on the tube, & the barriers didn't really do anything. & you told him that he should write a song about that. Within an hour, he'd written a song about it, & for the majority of that hour, he would tell you how much he loved you & how creative you were.

You walked up to the barriers & saw that the next train was arriving in five minutes. You kicked with all of your might on the glass until the glass broke. You smiled sadly. The barriers, like Wilbur had said, were shit.

You took a deep breath & held back your tears. You took a step forward.

You were about to fall onto the tracks.

This was it.

It would finally work.

You heard a familiar voice scream your name from behind you.

& then somebody pulled you back & hugged you. It was a sobbing Wilbur.

"L-love, I don't ever want you to die, please...don't die..." he said between his sobs. "I-I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean a fucking word, I don't hate you, I never would, darling..."

You pressed your face into his chest & sobbed with him as you both murmured apologies to each other. He pulled you away from his chest only to pepper kisses all over your wet face.

"Please, don't go...I just need to feel your arms around me, mon amour, that's all I've ever wanted," he cried. "I don't want to lose you."

"I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I'm sorry for-"

He cut you off with a kiss. When he pulled away, he cupped your face & said, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. You're the one who's struggling & I didn't even think about that, & I was such a dickhead to you."

"So you don't hate me?" you said with a sniffle as he wiped your cheeks.

"I would never hate you," he whispered. "C'mon, let's go home. I think there's a lot that we need to talk about."

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ghostboneswrites2 · 1 month

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Habibi, ya nour el-ain

Please read the request here! It will explain a lot :) ((Almost everything in this one shot was specified by the requester))

Summary: Daryl defends arab!reader from the discrimination of an old smelly asshole.

18+ MDNI || Warnings: profanity, TWD typical violence, prejudice and islamophobia

Note: I hope I did this justice and represented Morocco & arab culture respectfully and accurately! I feel so honored you trusted me with this anon, and I hope you'll correct any inaccuracies or mistakes. I did a lot of reading on Morocco and different aspects of arabic cultures while writing this. As for translations, please feel free to correct those if need be, a lot of them were from google!

You hadn't been able to indulge in your own culture in so long. You were starting to fear you'd slowly lose touch with all these things that moulded you into the person you had become. You'd often speak to yourself quietly in arabic just to maintain that connection.

As you were walking through the house, cleaning up random messes left from daily activities, you mumbled, "Yajib ealaa alnaas hqan 'an yunazifuu 'anfusahum.." ((People really should clean up after themselves..))

"Yal tatakalam alearabiatu?" (You speak arabic?)) A voice startled you from behind.

"Oh, Siddiq, yes I do." You smiled bashfully. He was there to find Daryl.

"I didn't know you were arab." He admitted.

"I am." You nodded.

"Hal ant musliman?" ((Are you muslim?)) He asked.

"'Ana kadhalika, 'iidha kan hadha mhman baed alan." ((Yes I am, if that matters anymore.)) You lamented. You were admittedly feeling very sad and homesick lately. At home, in Morocco, you missed the vibrant culture and traditional cuisines. You'd often think about the bright and colorful architecture back home when you stared at the dull copy and paste buildings you had seen all over the states. Most of all, you missed the music. Music in general, yes, but your music was what you longed for the most.

"Bialtabe yahmi. Anah maant ealayhi." ((Of course it matters. It is who you are.)) Siddiq comforted, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Qul lay, min 'ayn 'anti?" ((Tell me, where are you from?))

"Ana min almaghrib." ((I'm from Morocco.))

That was about the time you noticed Daryl standing by the front door, blinking blankly at the scene before him. Of course he knew you were arab. He loved listening to you talk about your family when it wasn't too painful to bring up. You always looked so happy to think about it. But, somehow, he had no idea you spoke arabic. After all, he never heard you.

"Oh, Daryl! Hey!" You chuckled nervously.

"Hey." He gruffed. "Watcha doin'?" He gestured to you and Siddiq.

"We were just excited to speak our mother tongue to someone else." Siddiq explained. "I haven't spoken arabic to anyone since the last time I saw my mother."

"I didn't know." Daryl said. "That you could.." He tried to clarify.

"I know." You smiled softly. "I would have told you but I guess it just never came up."

----

Daryl and Siddiq had both left later that morning to go on a run. A younger couple was set to get married that day. You spent most of your time trying to set up decorations while the other women worked to bake goods and set out trays of food. You chuckled softly as Eugene mumbled with aggravation over in the corner, trying to fix up an old radio so the wedding could have music.

Those who went on the run were supposed to bring back some CDs and anything else to make the wedding feel like a celebration. You couldn't wait to hear some music again, aside from the weird CDs that were in the vehicles.

Once you were satisfied with what little you had to decorate, you stepped back to admire your work. You arranged flowers on tables and wove them through the arch that you and Michonne built together. You even made a flower crown for the bride.

You hoped the guys could bring back some streamers or table cloths or anything that would tie it all together. You recalled your sister's wedding back home. The dancing, the decor, the music and laughter, the food and family. You wished you could go back there, if only for one night.

"They're back!" Someone called as they pulled the gate open. The car rolled in and you rushed over to see what kind of loot they found. To your liking, there were white streamers and table clothes, just as you hoped. There were also some vases for more flower arrangements, party hats, and fake flower petals to scatter for the bride. You bounced with joy.

"These are perfect!" You doted, crowding everything into your arms and hurrying over to where you'd all be holding the ceremony. Daryl chuckled and shook his head.

"Weddings really are for the girls." He commented. Siddiq smiled.

"Yeah, well, weddings were truly an experience where she's from. Arab weddings in general are very sacred and extravagant."

"Mm." Daryl hummed thoughtfully. He was starting to realize how little he had known about your culture. He reasoned he'd have to ask more questions.

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The ceremony had been a success. The bride and groom were enamoured with each other, the bride specifically couldn't stop thanking you for all your hard work with the floral arrangements and decorations. You didn't mind at all. You were happy to be apart of something so beautiful.

After the ceremony was when the real party started. Aged wines, homemade meads, and baked treats made their rounds to everyone. Eugene got the radio fixed and music filled the air, only muffled by laughter and chatter as you all danced.

You paused when a familiar tune hit your ears. Daryl, who was watching from his seat with a drink in hand, noticed your change in demeanor immediately. You were so full of joy all night, but this was something different. Something inside you had awoken, like your soul had been rejuvenated.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, wondering how this song made it into the mix. When your eyes landed on Siddiq, he flashed a knowing grin and winked. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile, elated as you began to dance and sing. You lit up the crowd in that moment. Many eyes fell upon you, enamoured by your effortless movements. Your hips moved fluidly, your feet found an easy rhythm, and your body followed suit. The few other arabs in the community joined you shortly after.

Daryl couldn't take his eyes off of you. He briefly thought back on his past, and how ignorant he was raised to be. He wondered how anyone could think that way now, when the people around the world were so diverse and beautiful. Not you, though. Beautiful was an understatement. He had never seen anyone so radiant and lovely.

Your gaze met his as you danced. He involuntarily smiled, eyes glistening with admiration. You sang the lyrics out loud as your vision was glued to the blue orbs behind his strings of hair.

“Agmal a’ouyoun filkone ana shouftaha..."

He had no idea what it meant but you did, and it fit him perfectly.

"Allah a’alake allah a’la sihraha."

You ripped your eyes away and spun around, noticing Michonne and Rosita having drinks and joining the dance. You rushed over to them and tied scarves around their hips.

"It's only right if you're going to dance!" You giggled as you danced with them. The three of you laughed as you taught them how to belly dance.

Daryl's attention was ripped away as another man sat by him. He was fairly new to the community. Daryl never liked him but given the event of the night, he mistakenly decided to be cordial. He was always greasy and had a permanent scowl on his face. He hadn't even cleaned up for the wedding.

"Now, tell me boy.. The hell's a man like you doin' with a girl like that?" The man spoke. Daryl could smell the alcohol on his breath. He shifted uncomfortably, reminding himself that he didn't want to ruin the night.

"Dunno." He shrugged. "Got lucky, I guess."

"Pfft." The man scoffed. "I'm sayin' ya should find yourself a nice girl. A god fearing, American, christian woman. One with morals."

Daryl raised an eyebrow. He could feel a heat in his chest. Rather than lunge at the man, he decided to defend you calmly.

"Girl's got more morals than half these people combined." He said as he sipped his drink.

"That girl ain't got nothin' if she ain't got Jesus. She's from the dessert. She probably came over here with bombs! She's a terrorist--"

The man didn't get to finish his sentence before Daryl's fist flew, knocking the man out of his seat. Daryl stood up over him, ready to land a few kicks when everyone gasped. The music stopped as you rushed over to hold your love back.

"Daryl.." You said softly. You heard the man, as most people nearby did, but you tried to ignore it. You were an arab in a post-9/11 America. You were fairly used to the propaganda and islamophobia, but it still hurt.

Daryl's chest heaved with rage. His fists clenched.

"Daryl, let's just go." You pleaded softly, noticing all the eyes on the three of you.

After some time to calm his rage, he took a breath. He spit on the man below him, who cowered from Daryl's wrath.

"My girl's a better person than you could ever dream of bein', you ignorant old fuck." He growled. He crouched down and grabbed the man's collar, bringing him close to ensure he understood his next words very clearly. "If you ever disrespect her again.. You so much as breathe too hard in her direction.. I'll kill you, and it'll be slow. I'll cut off your hands and feet and throw ya to the walkers." He growled.

With that, he dropped the man on his back, stood up, and took your hand, leading you back to the house.

"Daryl, you didn't have to--"

"Nah. That shit ain't gon' fly. He had to learn." Daryl cut you short, still seething.

You sniffled. Not only were you embarrassed and guilty for causing a scene at someone's wedding, but for someone to be so cruel and ruin such a happy moment for you was discouraging. You only wanted to share your culture with your friends and family and enjoy the night.

Back home, after you had showered and climbed in bed, Daryl asked; "What was that song about? The one you were singin' to me."

"Oh.." You smiled sadly. "It's called Nour el Ein. In english it's Glow in My Eyes."

"What about that part you were singin'?"

“Agmal a’ouyoun filkone ana shouftaha... The most beautiful eyes I ever saw in this universe." You recalled. "Allah a’alake allah a’la sihraha.. God be with you, what magic eyes."

"Oh." Was all he could say. He thought back to all those times you told him he had beautiful eyes.

He blinked back the wateriness in his eyes. He didn't feel like he was going to cry, but finding out what you were really saying to him was a surge of emotion he couldn't quite discern. He brushed his hand through your hair, feeling angry still that some old man ruined such a sweet moment.

"Don't pay no mind to that asshole." He said softly. "I can still kill him, if ya want."

You huffed a sad laugh.

"It's just... Morocco is so beautiful. My people, they're the most kind, friendly, hospitable people in the world. Back home, we loved to show off our culture. We're proud of who we are. But it hurts when people think of us as monsters and dehumanize us just because they don't understand us or because of the actions of people who don't represent all of us." You explained, sniffling back tears.

"I get it." He listened. "He don't represent everyone, either. He's just one asshole in a whole community full o' people who love and adore ya."

He leaned over and planted a kiss on your nose, eliciting a giggle.

"Get some sleep, habibi." He whispered. You blinked.

"How did you--"

"Shh. I love you. G'night." He smirked, still brushing fingers through your hair. He silently thanked Siddiq for the mini arabic lesson on their run earlier that day.

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thelongforgottenrealm · 1 month

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UPDATE 03.10.24

Hey everyone!

Just a quick update: I hope to get the last couple of characters from tier 3 posted this evening, but if not they will be the first thing to come after my hiatus! (Speaking of, I don't think I'll be on much this week, at all. The next couple of days before I go away will be pretty busy tbh)

I also wanted to give a quick overview of what is going on with the Lorcans! They will come in the next tier in a few months, but since Saoirse works for them/they are Malconaire cousins, I think it would be helpful to know about their situation!

Lorcan's estate is basically a fortress that is built into the side of a mountain

And, in true Lorcan fashion, it was designed with the potential to not only protect the family instead, but had enough room that it could provide shelter to the entire village below in the event of a war or natural disaster

There is also a secret labyrinth of tunnels beneath that can be both used as a shelter and as a means of escape -- the tunnel will eventually lead out through a cave that borders the Malconaire lands (so, in theory, the Malconaires could secretly visit their cousins w/o being spotted ... however this journey does take several hours, one way, on foot)

During the way, not a single Astairan life was lost upon Lorcan lands. When Roderick sent an army to set siege upon them, the villagers took shelter inside and had more than enough supplies that they outlasted the army

Lord Lorcan, however, was not present during the siege -- having left days beforehand to offer his help to his in the Battle of Malconaire

He never returned (nor was his body ever found)

Lord Lorcan was married to Aine Calleary and with he had two children. His eldest, a son, is only nine years old

While he is Lord Lorcan now, in name (his father presumed dead), he is too young to govern and Roderick knew that a steward must be appointed to him

Lord Lorcan also left behind two (or three??? I haven't decided yet #whoops) sisters

Given that his wife and his sisters are unfit for this position under Roderick's rule, given that they are females, Roderick's next choice was Aine Calleary's brothers and therefore uncle's to the new Lord Lorcan, but as their own father was executed for being a traitor, Roderick did not wish to bestow such a valuable holding to either of them, either

So he has appointed his own steward, who the Lorcan's must live under

The Calleary's are also relatives of Eoin's/Ciara's (their mother being the the late Lord Calleary's younger sister)

The Calleary's ancestral seat of Hanthom was taken from them after their father's refusal to bend his knee to Roderick and was gifted to Godfrey upon his engagement to Ciara

Cormac Calleary, the eldest son of Lord Calleary, has been gifted another estate of slighter smaller size and prestige, but one that had also been so badly destroyed during the war that it is currently uninhabitable and he, his brother, and two sisters are currently living with Lady Lorcan, her children, and her sisters-in-law at Lorcan under the watch of Roderick's steward

#info #update #lmk if this makes sense/if it doesn't fit with everything that's been established so far re: the lorcans?

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loveyou-4-life · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄— thomas bordeleau

summary: Thomas never really admitted that he had feelings for his best friend. That’s until he feels the pit of pain in his stomach when he sees you getting proposed, he decides to finally let his feelings out on your weeding day.

requests are open !!

warnings: , mention of sex. mature language. reader having she/her/hers pronouns. lowercase intended.

authors note: i did another one of these because i had fun writing the last one.

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Don′t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain′t doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin′ for the rest of my life.

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thomas and y/n. y/n and thomas. it was always like that, just you two against the world. for 12 years you and thomas we’re best friends, you still are.

he was older by a year so naturally he was protective of you. you guys always say your future together with each other, you went to the same schools all your life and had the same after school activities and also always had the same friends.

so went you started to date guys and he started dating and occasionally hooking up with girls, you guys never mingled in each others love lives. although when you were younger you always told each other when you had a new crush, now you two rarely talked about your that aspect of your life.

so naturally it came to a shock to thomas when he found out you invited your boyfriend as your plus one.

boyfriend, weird.

you and thomas, both, we’re invited to a wedding of one your friend’s . thomas and you would always be each others plus one that’s why you alarmed thomas early that you invited your boyfriend.

he was shocked questioning you why you didn’t tell him, saying he was your best friend. you simply answered with a “we-never-really-talk-about-our-sex-lives”.

and with that he was invited to dinner with you and your boyfriend. he didn’t get the pit unknown feeling in his stomach that built when you told him the news.

I′ve been breakin' hearts a long time. And toyin′ with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use

the day came with him meeting and the clock was ticking, you just finished setting up the table making thomas’ favorite. your boyfriend came downstairs and gave you a peck on the cheek. that was thomas’ thing.

but it never really had an affect on you when albert did it, whenever thomas did it, you would always get a pink rose color all over your cheeks.

it always had that affect on you, you still remembered when thomas did it when you guys first met and it became thomas’ thing.

— 2008 —

little y/n loved her dolphin stuffed animal, she never went anywhere without it , she quickly became attached to it. she actually named him dopie.

she was gripping it in her hand while she was watching the kids play in the playground. she was scared and new to the school, nobody really approached her since nobody knew who she was.

suddenly she heard the bells of a candy truck. she squealed before grabbing her mothers hand and dragging her towards it.

when she got her ice cream she turned to her mother to ask for dopie but soon her smile fell when she didn’t see him no where in her mothers hand.

“mommy wheres dopie?” little y/n asked. her mothers eyes went wide, y/n was soon going to be panicking and having a full temper tantrum.

“why don’t we go check the bench and then if we don’t find him don’t panick i’ll report it to the police” her mother reassured y/n. y/n nodded her eyes filled up with tears. when she went back to the bench she found a boy gripping dopie tightly.

she smiled, dopie was there. she went up running to the boy, her mother on her tail.

“that’s my dopie” she said softly to him. he made eye contact with her, he gave her a cheeky smile before nodding and extending dopie towards her.

“i wanted to protect him for you so he doesn’t get stolen” he whispered. she thanked him and asked if he wanted any candy. he gladly took some and they soon went to comfortable silence. young thomas wanted to be her friend, so he started a conversation about a new cartoon that just came out.

young y/n was excited that she finally had thomas, and since she had finally met someone who had watched her favorite cartoon.

when thomas’ mother came to get thomas, thomas turned to y/n. hugging her and kissing her cheek softly, y/n flushed, her cheeks turning pink and said her goodbyes.

— END OF FLASHBACK —

from that moment on those two never went anywhere without each other.

Something happened for the first time. In the darkest little paradise. Shakin', pacin′, I just need you

when you heard the door bell ring, you immediately went opening the door, albert behind you in your tail.

when you saw thomas behind the door you immediately when flying your best friends arms. “Hi” you whispered in your bestfriends neck. thomas chuckled kissing your cheek, you flushed your cheeks turning red. you pulled back when you remembered you had another presence around.

“thomas this is my boyfriend, albert” you introduced the two to each other. thomas smiled at him and albert returned it to him shaking his hand.

throughout the dinner you noticed something different to thomas, but you thought it was just your overthinking. actually you were right, while you thought the dinner went well thomas was tired from faking his smile.

— 2 WEEKS LATER —

the day of your friends wedding came and you were excited and both nervous. you hadn’t seen briss nor bords for about two months now and you couldn’t wait to see their faces again. while you and briss still talked daily, thomas had been acting weird since dinner with you and albert. almost like he was ignoring you, either being dry or being on delivered for hours, or him dodging your daily calls.

when you went to the reception your eyes immediately went to thomas, albert kissing your cheek saying he was gonna go say hi to one of his friend.

thomas eyebrows came together, that was his thing.

you sighed, your chest rising. you signaled your head towards the back room where the door had a sign saying “staff only” but both of you chose to ignore that.

when thomas first walked in, y/n was behind him.

“what has gotten into you” you questioned

“nothing” thomas shrugged.

“i call bull shit you’ve been ignoring me” you spat, a pout formed on her lips. thomas tried to hide his smile, she looked cute. what? stop

“look you have your responsibilities now and i do too” he declared. y/n eyebrows came together. did he mean albert?

“do you mean albert?” y/n questioned her thoughts questioning. thomas really didn’t have any excuse for how he was ignoring her, so he went with the reasoning y/n thought.

“yes i mean albert, now you have somebody else to bother and you still seem to not get the hint to leave me alone, so stop calling me seven hundred times a day” he snapped. you were shocked, your mouth opened but nothing seemed to come out of it.

“y/n-” thomas tried to apologize but was cut off by albert coming in saying he needed to show you your surprise.

you walked out, your hand gripping alberts and suddenly everybodys attention was on you. thomas eyed briss and briss only gave him sympathy eyes. whats going on?

For you , i would cross the line I would waste my time

but when albert brought you to the middle of the room and everybody was waiting anxiously for something, everybody and everything seemed to go blank. thomas was seeing albert going on one knee and he only saw you crying and saying yes while everybody celebrated around you.

while everybody on the wedding was celebrating love, he was drowning himself in pity for the love he realized he had for his best friend.

I would loose my mind. They say, she’s gone too far this time.

—6 MONTHS LATER wedding day—

he had gotten the invitation, of course he had. he was your best friend. yes in past tense.

you both hadn’t talked since the fight or since albert proposed.

thomas decided to share his feelings so the pit feeling would go away. no he wasn’t being selfish, he thought that you should know so that you knew why he ignored you.

when he walked in your hotel suite holding his present to you in his hand, your bridesmaids immediately went from being hectic to the place being quiet.

your best friend stepped up greeting him. but before she could ask how he was he immediately cut to the chase

“Wheres y/n?” thomas questioned. your best friend pointed towards a door to another room.

he knocked hearing you say come in. when he walked in, your eyes went wide.

“You came” a small hope filled smile went across your face.

“Yeah i did, i got you something” he said handing over the box. y/n put the brush down grabbing the box. when she opened it she was shocked to find a replica of dopi the dolphin she lost when she was 10.

“thomas thank you oh my god where did you find this?” you questioned standing up pulling thomas in a tight hug before pulling back and looking at the stuffed animal again while biting your lip , an excited look on your face.

thomas couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to tell her. he knew that it was fucked up to ruin her special day but he needed to get it off his chest.

“y/n i love you, and not as a friend or a best friend i love you but as a love-of-my-life love you” he examined. you froze. your eyes widened. “thomas-”

��no please y/n let me talk okay i’m sorry okay?i’m sorry for ignoring you but its better to ignore you than for you to reject me and i don’t care any longer and i have to give you a thousand i’m sorrys but let me start with i’m sorry for coming to tell you this today but i need to know that these 12 years that we’ve been best friends, have ever felt something for me? or i’m sorry for being selfish and not being happy for you that you’re finally having your fairy tale wedding but i can’t be happy for you unless its me waiting for you at the end of that alter while your father gives you to me , i love you and while i’ve been sorry for that these 6 months i’m proud of it now” he said out of breath. tears filled up in y/n eyes, but thomas knew those tears and they certainly weren’t happy ones. so he walked out without letting you say anything.

—

thomas was in the bathroom, his eyes showed numbness. the pit feeling in his stomach was now gone , so he didn’t have anything in him anymore.

the bathroom door stormed open, hitting the wall behind it. thomas looked up and an out of breath brendan came in.

“alberts…looking fo… for you” he said having trouble, trying to catch his breath. thomas eyebrows shot up.

he definitely was going to get kicked out of the wedding now.

when he went to the bachelor suite looking for albert, he walked in and albert stood there dressed in a suit. suddenly he was reminded he was going to get married to the girl of his dreams, lucky bastard.

“get dressed thomas, y/n told me to break the news to you that either she’s going to call off the wedding or you’re going to be the one waiting for her at the end of the alter” he said. what?

now here they stood both at the end of the altar, him saying his improvised vows and he couldn’t be more prouder to say that him being stupid and fighting that day on their friends wedding would lead him to here, kissing his now wife.

Don’t blame me , love made me crazy. If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right. Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

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sayurifellfrost · 7 months

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Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Character: Rehma Cenatroca

Age: 25

A deep breath was swiftly drawn and slowly expelled, the woman’s pale purple eyes burying themselves into the half-masked Keeper she had found lounging in her tent - waiting, nestled atop a pile of pillows she had torn from the bed.

“Livin’ mighty cosily, Rehma.” The Keeper uttered with a grin, tapping one of the pillows she rested upon. “Y’Matriarch gotta be fond o’ye’.”

“Luhxe.” Rehma spoke, quietly and somewhat bitterly - clearly not overly happy with the woman’s presence. “Why are y’here?”

“Saw somethin’ mighty interestin’, figured y’wanted t’know!”

Luhxe drove two fists into the pillowpile and shoved herself up on her feet - beginning to approach the Keeper who’s tent she had invaded. Rehma met her approach with a stern look, ears flat on her head and tail swaying behind her slowly.

“I will no’ pay ye’ for information.” She snapped.

“Pay? No, no.” Luhxe’s lips curled downwards - the lower half of her face being the only part of it visible. “‘S unfinished business, Rehma.”

The Keeper’s brow lofted, eyes narrowing into thin slits as Luhxe leaned closer, lowering her tone as she spoke to ensure no-one would overhear them.

“Saw a girl, mighty similar t’my old target, hm? Figured t’was just a coincidence, but Sihfa ‘n I followed her a bit..”

“Y’saw th’same I did, Luhxe.” Rehma frowned.

“Saw plenty o’ y’fire burnin’ th’woods, aye. Ain’ seen confirmation o’ her death.” Luhxe’s head tilted. “Same hair colour, same eye colour once she took her mask off t’inspect th’prey she hunted. T’was hard t’see her face beneath th’black cross tha’ covered it at first, but.. Same scar Covuh gave her over her eye, ‘n her face really ain’ lookin’ all tha’ different.”

Rehma paused, her narrowed eyes widening just a touch as her head turned to more fully stare at Luhxe.

“.. Black cross.” She repeated.

“.. Aye. ‘S a Karahli cross, she’s a part o’ their warband.” Luhxe’s head tilted further, as her raised brow couldn’t be seen. “Y’know I wouldn’ waste y’time, Rehma. ’M bloody certain ‘s her. ‘N if y’need more convincin’.. Her shoulder covered by a burn scar. Same place y’struck her for sure.”

The Keeper grit her teeth, a quiet hiss passing her lips at the information.

“..Let me get this straight.” Rehma growled. “.. Y’tellin’ me Zihre is fuckin’ alive, ‘n hidin’ with the bleedin’ Karahli?”

“Aye, ‘s exactly what ‘m tellin’ ye’.”

Rehma’s hands slowly balled up into fists, fangs gritting as dread she would’ve sworn was anger crept up on her. All this time she thought her secret had been safe, with none to be able to out the truth.. It had all been a lie.

In a matter of seconds, all she had built for herself was once again under the threat of crumbling down around her, should Zihre choose to pursue revenge.

She wasn’t even sure Zihre had the stomach for it, even when faced with the fact Rehma was trying to kill her - she didn’t want to fight her. Family was a thing she held high values in, even if Rehma didn’t.

Mutely, Rehma left Luhxe’s side - slowly beginning to pace around in her tent as her brows furrowed in thought, ears flat on her head as she considered her options despite already having decided she had to silence her, before she could speak out. Luhxe merely watched Rehma as she wandered back and forth, giving her the much needed silence for her thoughts.

Zihre having been taken in by the Karahli was certainly an unforeseen event she’d rather not have had happened, and her having joined their warband especially..? Rehma didn’t know much about their Warmaiden, other than the fact it was a woman she did not necessarily want to mess with.

“.. I need more time t’think.” Rehma muttered. “..In th’meantime, I want ye’ t’make sure it actually is her, I ain’ gonna pick a figh’ with th’Karahli over somethin’ tha’ ain’ confirmed.”

“.. All I told ye’, ‘n it ain’ enough?” Luhxe furrowed her brows.

Rehma came to a halt and turned to Luhxe, scowling.

“I want ye’ t’hear her fuckin’ name. Let her see ye’ just t’see wha’ her reaction is if y’bloody have t’.” She snapped. “Or, if it’s so bleedin’ difficult, brin’ me t’make m’own observation.”

Luhxe’s expression soured, as she was reminded of why she didn’t enjoy dealing with Rehma - even if she paid them well. But she had her own reasons to want to see the girl hunted down - to avenge Covuh, so she’d reluctantly work with her, as long as it saw her to the conclusion she wanted.

“.. As y’wish.”

She offered Rehma a mock-bow and wandered for the tent’s exit, slipping out once she had made sure none would see her - leaving Rehma to stew in her own rising anxiety that she swiftly turned into anger about the entire situation.

Once, she had wondered if she had truly gone about it the way she should’ve - feeling a tinge of unease for the choice she had made.. But now she had her answer, as her mind immediately wanted to ensure it was done properly, this time. But she had to be careful, if it truly was her.. Starting a war with the Karahli certainly would not be wise.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #Zihre Karahli #FFXIV #IC #Writing

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sparkedblaze · 10 months

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cw more abuse and bad times <3

modern au - hey hey, what if. oscar and morris’ pa coming to one of their fights.

he usually likes to forget they exist, and they do the same, but he can’t help but see them crop up more and more over the years - they’re public figures, rising in notoriety. he sees the occasional article, sees them on magazine covers and ads, sees their fights advertised in the betting shops he frequents. sees that they always win. and then he sees a poster that they’re fighting in soho, where he still lives. and usually he’d never seek them out, doesn’t care nearly enough, but it’s just too tempting.

he walks in late and he’s just a single face amongst the crowd, but morris catches sight of him in his peripheral - instinct, like a prey animal - while he’s circling his opponent in the ring. he’s instantly so distracted he takes a brutal hit from his opponent and is levelled to the ground, and it’s almost like his papa hitting him all over again.

(oscar can’t see their pa from where he’s stood. he has no idea what’s wrong.)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO

So, something I haven't told y'all about the modern au

The Delancey's pa does actually find them one day.

Also mystery anon asking for Medda angst, tell me something

Are you sure you want that?

Walter smirked down at him as Morris fell to the ground, watching Oscar try and scramble into the ring when he doesn't get up. Weak. Pathetic. Just like he'd always known. He sat down in his seat, watching the events unfold.

The round stopped when Morris doesn't get back up. A timeout until they can use the smelling salts to wake him. He watched Oscar run to Morris, leaning over to whisper to him. He could almost hear the whimpering voice from a lifetime ago.

Cowardly boy.

He smirked again as Oscar's eyes searched the crowd, their eyes locking. He could feel the glare received as he tipped his hat at his older son.

Oscar moved to speak to the referee, and the man in the ring listened and nodded as he spoke.

Walter stood. Oscar's fight wasn't for another hour or so. He'd go speak with them between fights, and he knew Morris would never continue. Boy couldn't ever look past his fears.

He started down the steps as the referee announced that Morris was forfeiting the fight. What a surprise that was.

He made his way out the back door, seeing no security on the way. He supposed they were around the perimeter more than back here.

It didn't matter. They'd let him pass anyhow, wouldn't they? He was their father, for Christ's sake.

He found their changing room and pushed open the door, hearing a dog bark before even entering fully.

Not that he ever got the chance to.

A weight slammed against the door, and Oscar's glaring eye found him through the crack in the door.

"You ain't welcome in here. You ain't comin' in. We already got security comin' for ya," he sneered, pushing harder, trying to close the door in Walter's face.

"I'm welcome anywhere I please, boy, don't you- Morris, you cut that wailin' out or I swear!" Walter's gaze shifted behind Oscar, toward the open bathroom door.

He could hear the snap of Morris's teeth as his mouth closed, that old satisfaction creeping back into his bones.

Oscar was unmoving against the door, though the rage in his eyes built with each passing moment.

"Why you look so mad, boy? I made you into this. I built you up from nothin'! Hell you still is nothin'!" Walter cackled. "Bet you can't afford all them fancy clothes you flauntin' round in."

"It ain't none of your business, Pa," Oscar growled out, still unrelenting.

"I seen them posts. How mad you got at that boy. You ain't told nobody," it wasn't a question, Walter knew they hadn't. "You know silence don't come free, boy."

He watched his son's sneer grow, and finally the door budged.

Walter stepped up, smirking. "Glad you come to yo-"

He sucked in a breath as Oscar's head slammed into his.

"Don't you ever come here threatenin' us. We ain't no scrawny little boys no more, pa," Oscar stood between Walter and the bathroom.

"Wonder if both of you feel that way. Don't you, Morris?"

He heard another faint whimper from the bathroom.

"Leave him alone, pa. He ain't done nothin'."

"I've never agreed with you more, Oscar," Walter held a hand to his nose as he stepped back outside. "Sleep on it. Let me know by tomorrow."

"The answer is no," Oscar snapped.

"Then, I guess you ain't got nothin' to think about," Walter shrugged. "Like, perhaps the fact that it would ensure you never see me again."

He could see the boy working it over in his head.

"Ahhhh... There it is..." he sighed. "Like I said. Sleep on it."

Walter turned back to the hallway as a woman stormed down it.

Oscar groaned behind him as she rounded the corner, snapping out a short "What?"

The woman raised a brow at him. "Don't take that tone with me, Oscar Delancey. How is he?"

Walter raised a brow at him. "Delancey? That what you been tellin' folks?"

Medda turned toward Walter, eyebrows high. "Are you saying that isn't their name?"

He scoffed. " 'Course it ain't. They always been Williams."

"Oscar, who is this?"

"I'm their-"

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't ask you," her hand went up, and her eyes never left Oscar. She needed to know if he wanted her to do something about this man.

"Medda, this 's our pa."

"Your pa?" Walter didn't think her eyebrows could go any higher. "Mhm."

She turned to him, and Walter gave her a smile.

"Alright then, sir, let me speak to you. Just a second," she stepped closer to him. "I just want to get some things straight."

Her hand came down hard against his cheek, and Walter was bent over, clutching his cheek.

Oscar let out a tense laugh at the sight, caught halfway between fear and awe. He'd never ever seen Medda get violent before. Usually gentle and caring, and everything their pa never had been.

"Don't you ever come near my boys again! Do you understand me?" Her voice rose in a way that Oscar could never have dreamt. The way that made him cover his ears. "You have no right to even come close! And if you don't get to steppin' now, I'm callin' security and they gonna carry you right on out of here."

She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "So, Mister Williams, you gettin' outta here your way? Or mine?"

Oscar watched as pa glared up at him, but turned as Doggy barked, a warning that Morris was on the move.

He peeked around the doorway. "Mama?

" 'S that you?" His voice was quiet, but he took a few steps closer. Oscar tried to stop him as Morris ducked out of the door, Doggy right behind him.

"Wait, Mo-"

"Mama!" Morris cried as he dashed toward her, hugging her tight, still shrinking away from pa.

Walter's eyes went wide, and his face contorted with rage. "That ain't your ma! She ain't nothin'!"

Medda held just as tight as Morris, kissing his head and brushing her hand through his curls.

She wheeled around to give Walter another verbal beatdown, but she never got the chance.

Oscar had stormed over, and swung.

"She been more a ma then you ever was a pa!" He kept swinging, letting out years upon years of heartbreak and panic and fear.

Oscar was done being afraid.

He was done letting Morris be afraid.

It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that he stopped. His hands were bloody and his knuckles ached-it'd been so long since he'd fought bare knuckled- but he felt so good.

"Oscar, dear... Go call security. They'll escort him out of here," she didn't say it, but Oscar knew what she was giving him time to do.

He had to get cleaned up before Morris saw him.

👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

I love this and everything it turned into

#newsies #livesies #92sies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #newsies modern au #👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼#medda adopts #medda larkin #medda larkson #mama Medda #cw: violence #cw: abuse #nox hurts

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shoukokunoaltairfans · 3 months

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After successfully fulfilling his diplomatic mission to the Mamluk Sultanate, Mahmud took the time to go to Jerusalem on his way home for pilgrimage and worship. In the Stratocracy era, he was the only Pasha who visited this holy land. Mahmud wrote a description of this city (during the Mamluk government at that time) in his diary: "This city is always filled with pilgrims and travellers from various countries and various religions. There is the Masjidil Aqsha, which used to be the first Qibla for the Muslims before it was moved to Mecca. "The Al Aqsa Mosque consists of two mosques: the first is the blackish Ash Shakra dome mosque, and the second is the gold dome. The gold color of this second mosque is said to have been built during the Ummayah era. But I don't know anything about the first mosque."

"This city is relatively peaceful and prosperous. Thanks to the Cairo government, which manages it well. And high religious tolerance among its people and immigrants. The population of this city consists of various Muslim, Christian, and Jewish communities. However from what I saw, the largest community was many after Muslims, perhaps Jews. Most of them work as traders and skilled craftsmen. It is said that based on the stories of many people here, their community is getting bigger because most of them are refugees from Europe. They fled because of the persecution policies of the tyrannical European kings against them."

"Based on the Sultan's story, this city experienced a terrible fate under the feet of the infidels (crusaders). Then came Saladin from the Kurds, who liberated this city with Allah's permission. But after that, there came an attack by a tribe of horsemen from the Tartars who occupied countries in the Levant and almost took this city, but the Mamluk troops managed to defeat them at Ain Jalut, which became a star of glory for their kingdom, replacing the kingdom of their masters (the Ayyubids). What is clear is that the security and prosperity that I feel in this city will never be achieved except by great sacrifice, and the Mamluks have proven their resilience over it all."

Mahmud Pashas diary (Dr. Ekrem Imamoglu), P.76

Note: Dr Ekrem Imamoglu explains; It seems that Mahmud had difficulty distinguishing or did not know about these two mosques. The truth is, the mosque he is referring to is the Al Qibli Mosque which is black in color. while the new Dome of As Shakrah or Dome of the Rock is golden. But it seems Mahmud probably doesn't know the name of this golden dome mosque at all. so he mistook Al Qibli for the Shakra Dome. vice versa.

left; Al Qibli Mosque. Right: Dome of the Rock. both are part of the Al Aqsa Mosque Complex. not one of them. (Because there has been a misunderstanding circulating, that the Al Qibli Mosque is the real Aqsa Mosque. Even though it is actually not like that).

#shoukoku no altair #altair a record of battles #kotono kato #mamluk #tughril mahmut #jerusalem #palestine #free palestine #trivia #travel #fanfiction #fanfic #kato katono

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drdemonprince · 9 months

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hey what do you rec i do for that sanitizer lawsuit?? they dont want receipts but want a date. ain it like sketch for me to gotten ten on a day????

They would have to spend so much money having a human examining or investigating every claim that they simply don't. They are already legally obligated to give this money away, so there is no purpose to them scrutinizing submissions to that level. The 10 bottle limit is already their built-in protection against an outrageous level of fraud -- if someone claims 100 bottles, they do have to provide proof. Any claim of 10 or less is well within the realm they consider a total throwaway.

Besides, it really isn't that weird or implausible for a person to buy 10 hand sanitizers at once, large families do it all the time.

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saraminia · 5 months

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Ain al-Hilweh عين الحلوة, Lebanon, 2009

I just love these pictures of my son with his relatives in the Palestinian refugee camp Ain al-Hilweh in Lebanon in 2009. Ain al-Hilweh has a total area of less than 0.7 km2 or 0.27 sq mi and an estimated population of 80 000–120 000 people. The houses are built one on top of the other and the entrance to the refugee camp was guarded by Lebanese military who were extremely suspicious of foreign visitors since they don't want journalists to get into the refugee camp and report to the rest of the world about the living conditions of the Palestinians living there. And that was fifteen years ago and I promise you, the conditions have only become worse as the population has increased.

#riikka posts #riikka talks

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yokomation-blog · 10 months

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future wildlife Artworks

here are a few of the best three drawings of future wildlife threads i did, if you like these i might make more of them and im also planning to make a YouTube series, a sort of Reboot of an older version from 2016 with two new model sheets plus a Mulk i have yet gotten done,

i´ll let you know when we begin on it and heck, if that poll might help with anything i might get the Raion kuma done as our 4th model to go alongside Nat, Doily and Kitube

Clash of the titans

a bull shrewzilla is on it´s Way to fight an Actric grandbutcher shark, been as aggressive and territorial as the Shrews of today, these

Sea-Monsters will sometimes go after The gigantic sharks sometimes past by it´s hunting grounds and 85/100 times it´s the Gigantic sea-shrews who hunts down the Grand butchers and it´s Rarely the other way around

flying marine mammals

on the Easten coasts of Austrica, a westren yellow spotted chaser a kind of Bullgull, is hunting down Falmon, a kind of Flying Salmon, thier ancetors were likely like flying fish, only been able to glide, but due to the sea-shrews evolveing thier Back limbs are the main way of swimming, this did reslut in some of them takeing full advantage of thier Huge Hind flippers, Some bullgulls have Learned to Glide for a little bit, forceing some fish to Evolve powered flight in these oceans 75 million years from now

here we can see how Bullgulls are built, like a strange cross between a dolphin and a jet plane, thier back flippers are so huge, they use them to fly for a short bit like how some eagle rays are seen doing

Penshrew leaps at a sunset

a penshrew Is Seen leaping out of the out for fun´s Sake as well as rid itself of parasites, been one of the big three Apex predators of the ocean´s 75 million years from now, these predators hunt across the ocean´s of earth

Clamfarmer

a Sea-Snouter is seen with Clams in it´s Mouth, trying to find better waters for the Clams they feed on, Sea-snouters have been know to do this sort of "Hamster Swimming" whenever the Clams they feed on ain´t Doing too Well, this has resluts in some clams from the west have ancestors from the East and Others from the east to have ancestors from the West as species of Sea-snouter have come and gone, in some Extreme cases even in some Land clams on the shorelines of austrica

Surpise attack

a fishpede is about to Be eaten by a gigantic snawshrew,

While they might look like lobsters or Other Sea-arthopods, Fishpedes are in fact fully Aquatic centipedes who have Return to the ocean´s only held back by the fact they always gotta return to freshwater to lay thier eggs where the young spend thier lives as nymph who are venmous with the adults just use thier front claws act like a Pair of Jaws to hold onto meat or any small prey animal and the second maxilla chomp, combind that with a killer eyesight fishpedes are the prefect bug analog to whales in a world where a few other land living arthopods also have returned to ocean´s tho not been a successful as these aquaitc Myriapoda who due to how Centipedes swim with a side to side movemeant have Evolved into a fish like body shape as adults.

if you wanna know more about this world click here

hopeing to update the site soon and get a new episode up and running tho, for now i think i just wanna get models ready.

#future wildlife #speculative biology #spec evo #sea-shrews

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