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cupcakeshakesnake · 6 months
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Dalek Sec but as random memes I have on my phone
(Originals under cut)
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cl0wntwn · 4 months
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hey i made a plutocrat version of this cause my friend asked me to. he's so fun to draw actually help
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definitelynotshouting · 9 months
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poem 13
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frozenjokes · 8 months
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making my aus more and more niche day by day. it’s pirates smp but it’s boatem too and they’re dead (scar girlbossed a little too close to the sun) (murder)
this is the only context you’re getting I don’t know how to summarize this shit (they kissed)
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Scar took the ouija board from the shelf, setting it gently on the ground. Fear bubbled up in his stomach, and he didn’t know anymore if his shaking hands were solely caused by weakness and pain. Mumbo sat across from him, gesturing for Scar to begin. Scar put his hands on the planchette.
“Right then. What do you want?” His voice failed when he tried to force any ounce of authority through it. As Mumbo’s hands slid over his, he felt them, solid and real. Mumbo seemed surprised as well, letting out a small gasp of shock. A gasp Scar heard.
Scar yelled, scrambling backwards from the ouija board. His heart raced- his heart- he was alive. He was okay. Mumbo looked up with wide eyes, hands still resting on the planchette. When he spoke, Scar couldn’t hear him. Ah. Good..
“You can touch me.”
Mumbo gave him an exasperated look, nodding. Scar didn’t need to hear him to know what he wanted. ‘Now come back.’
He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to. But desire to ease the fire in his back outweighed any amount of fear he felt. Scar scooted back across from Mumbo, who moved his hands so Scar could place his own down first. Mumbo’s were solid. Cold. It was a cold that crept all the way up his body, from his fingers to the tips of his hair. As it washed over his back, he felt a deep relief. The pain wasn’t gone, no, but it didn’t feel important anymore, like it had suddenly been placed into the background of his senses.
“This is weird,” Scar managed, closing his eyes. His own voice sounded distant as well, but the fear that had gripped him had been washed away with his pain. He was relaxed. For the first time since he reached the faction isles, he didn’t feel the looming threat of vengeful ghosts. Ironic, considering he was sitting across from one of them. He opened his eyes again when Mumbo squeezed his hands, and startled when he saw him speaking. No sound.
“What? Why can’t I hear you?” Scar said, squinting.
“I don’t know!”
Both of them paused, staring.
“What’s happening?” Scar’s voice was flat. Mumbo looked just as confused. He opened his mouth as a test, speaking slowly, as if the ability might be taken from him at any moment.
“I think.. you have to ask me questions. Makes sense with the ouija board I guess. We might be able to touch each other because of our connection? This definitely didn’t happen with Pearl and Kyle.. not that she waited very long before trying to maim him..” Mumbo trailed off, closing his eyes, “I feel so warm.”
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The rest of the fic is in my pinned post I didn’t want to make this too long lol
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katzenklavierr · 1 year
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Me: *about to make a post about a complicated topic that deserves to be discussed with nuance because every post I see about it is lacking perspective and compassion* Woah there! I forgot I'm on the "sending anyone outside of my echo chamber death threats and suicide baits" website! *discards the post*
Giant centipede above me: *dematerializes*
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archivistea · 1 year
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there’s a pattern in my favorite pieces of media that i���m not liking
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artdemon20 · 1 year
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Haha that’s so funny twitter that’s hilarious that she would do that while I’m at work stop joking now it’s not funny
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memecatwings · 7 months
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i literally cannot handle [REDACTED] rn ive barely eaten the past 5 days and ive been so so so miserable and in pain i will literally start sobbing if you make me agknowledge [REDACTED]
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cute-sweet-corgo · 4 months
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FFXIV spoilers, scour to me like white straight men after a breakup with their girlies
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andr0nap · 1 year
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not to get political but what the fuck is a rhombus -☁️
a roman roomba
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see-arcane · 1 year
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If I can't tip without PPal pretend not to see my deadname :p
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I Do Not See It
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antimnemonic · 8 months
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i don’t think tumblr should be allowed to show me 10yo posts by my beloved mutuals from back when they used to speak in /v/ memes
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ramblingsofnobody · 2 years
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Me, chanting to myself: "don't start the new journal yet don't start the new journal you only bought it so you had it on a good deal don't DONT STSRT IT YETTT"
Also me: I'll just make a nice cover page and lay it out on the desk to look at...........
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vile-wizard · 11 months
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This latest Succession episode was a personal attack on me specifically
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warbefall · 1 year
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headcanon 002. nsfw edition!
Looking at the differences between Kratos’ marriage & intimacy with both of his wives, from the ceremony itself to their bedroom activities & married life together after, with inspiration taken from actual history.
The wedding between him & Lysandra was a typical traditional Spartan wedding, due to them both being Spartan, therefore it lacked the celebration of weddings from other regions & the intended wife was simply taken from her home. For the first several months of their marriage, Kratos had never seen his life in the daylight, as visitation would only happen in the dark of night, as per tradition, where Kratos would fuck her & then leave once he was done.
Due to the rules of married couples not being allowed to live together until the husband was aged 30 regardless of it being war time or not, whenever the couple did meet, their time together was both passionate yet rushed. Kratos would fuck his wife hard & fast as their only goal in sex was to have children. He would often opt for doing it from behind because the position was both easy & familiar, as it was the way men also fucked during their time at the barracks.
Despite how little met each other outside of the bedroom, the more Kratos visited Lysandra, the more his love for her grew. She maintained their household & supported him fully in all his battles, & when their daughter was born his love for the two of them only grew. The way he slept with Lysandra also changed over the years, becoming less of a duty & more of an act of love. He began to take his time with her a little more, kiss her in places she’d never been kissed & face her as they fucked with her legs wrapped around his waist.
With his high ranking in the army, they had slaves to tend to their land & chores, so the only duty Lysandra was expected to fulfil was the raising of their child. When given the chance to spend time with his daughter, Kratos would teach her music & play with her. Whenever he’d have to leave again, he’d bid his wife farewell with a kiss as she wished him well in his servitude to Ares.
His wedding to Laufey on the other hand was much, much different. There was no traditional ceremony due in part to neither of them having family & also their seclusion in the forest. Typically their wedding would have been officiated by a priest & would have also been held on a Friday, also known as Frigg day, in honour of the Goddess Freya, but lacking all of these traditions meant their wedding was technically unofficial ( but no one needs to know that ).
The consummation of their wedding was also different in that Kratos didn’t take the lead. Faye was much more of a presence than his first wife was & instead climbed atop Kratos’ lap & placed his hands upon her. Kratos allowed this as he realised that intimate acts feel much more delicate when a man has the power to kill a God in his hands. With no rush for children & no other obligations, they simply had sex whenever they felt the urge & lived a relatively peaceful life. Kratos even learned how to flirt! Unlike his first wife, Faye was very hands on in the upkeep of their home & there was no culture of keeping slaves as ‘help’, she wielded an axe to cut firewood, hunted their meals & used her magic to protect their land.
Whenever they had sex, it was often slow & filled with Faye’s soothing voice giving Kratos praise. It was much more tender rather than passionate & the love Kratos bore for her was deep & mildly terrifying. Kratos learned what it was like to spend the whole night beside his wife & wake with her in the morning, sometimes even falling asleep to the sound of her voice talking about their future together.
When their son was born, he distanced himself a little as he had no experience with babies, despite Faye’s insistence that he hold & bond with their child. He left much of the childcare to Faye & without any outside ‘help’ with their son, their sex life grew more scarce, yet their love for each other was still just as strong.
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girlbob-boypants · 1 year
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She’s real boring looking compared to the women in the first game tbh. Like he design is just...not as memorable as anyone from the original. It’s a shame innit
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