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zhoras-bitch · 7 months
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Tyril and Imtura in our world.
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2aceofspades · 10 days
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TW: Blood/Injury
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I'm still not over this chapter...
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Big surprise there
(~also I referenced this post by @/teaableu for Usagi's Nexus fit~)
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wasyago · 1 year
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Penitence
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presiding · 5 months
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high chaos/low chaos/join the chaos in my dishonored 2 rewrite
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xaphrin · 2 months
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Damian, in order to prove his fealty to The League, was sent on a mission to kill one of the last known dragons, bringing back its head as a trophy. He didn't intend to be nearly killed by it. He didn't intend to become part of her hoard. He didn't intend to make a deal with her. And he certainly didn't intend to fall in love with her.
In which there is both disappointing fight sequences, and a disappointing lack of smut.
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keniaku · 5 months
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homosexuals 🫵
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pianokantzart · 2 months
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redux au! sorry for not making it clear🫣 oops
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Oh! Okay okay... I see what you meant now.
In short: Mario ended up landing directly in the center of Evershade Valley after he and Luigi got separated in the warp pipe. He tried taking shelter in Gloomy Manor after getting attacked by malicious ghosts, but after he discovered the "portrait room" he himself got caught by Boolosus, slapped into a painting, and hung up on the wall.
No journey involved. King Boo keeps close tabs on all his new portraits and what they look like through word of mouth, but he hadn't actually seen Mario face-to-face until part 3.
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moondirti · 7 months
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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 —
𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂 (𝟏𝟒): 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭
dropping on September 27th at 18:30 PT summary: miguel finally gives in to what you both want
out now!
Hot air wades through the piqued hairs on your neck when he speaks again. You jerk away from it, face shrilling like a kettle kept over flame. It’s almost impossible to shift under the heavy moor of his body on yours 
“It’s not so good, is it? Being ignored.” He whispers, nudging the locks that fall between you away with his nose. The attention is too much too fast, flaying you alive until your innards and secret mortification spill, exposed to the elements. All you can do is whimper, lower half wriggling for a friction that could abate the ache waxing in your core. It drums to the rhythm of his breaths, expectantly tensing every time his chest swells. The act is desperate, much like the worm that still cleaves your brain apart. Rumbling promises, blasphemy, about leaps of faith into your mentor’s apartment. Or revelations like being fucked silly.
His voice takes on the same quality when he presses for a reply, canting forward to eject the burden from your lungs. The hard line of his erection stamps onto your ass, roughly illustrating an example for what’s to come. “Hm?” 
“N-No.” You stammer, nails grazing the calloused layer on the heel of his hand. His grip readjusts around your crossed arms, momentarily affected by the gentle brush.
“No.”
And if you’d been a stranger to the nuances of his expression, you would have thought he seems unaffected. But you’ve honed an ability to read between the complexities of Miguel O’Hara. (Majorly for self-preservation, however it’s proving useful now.) The mock is hummed with a husky, dulcet note, whipped somewhere in the back of his throat that turns the simple reiteration into a taunt. He’s teasing you. 
(And shit, why is that so hot?)
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giulzart · 9 months
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Velvet Solstice & Violet Rose
Template by @cozmiccore for @infamous-if
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10hourshift · 3 months
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Chapter 11
<previous -beginning- next>
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I've always found the concept of fake relationships funny
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strangesickness · 1 month
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losers playing ttrpgs... losers playing ttrpgs save me...
mike is running a multi-year homebrew ttrpg campaign that is basically just a combination of any rulebook the losers can get their hands on + anything they come up with. i know it to be true. the campaign started as a call of cuthulu campaign but it is now a terrifying mix of call of cuthulu, dungeons & dragons, and cyberpunk with elements from a dozen other games including star wars: the roleplaying game, warhammer, harnmaster and somehow alma mater(??? idk how. but i know this happened). richie was like. "mike man, i love you forever, you're great at this. but why don't i have magic powers?" and he pointed at ben's collection of d&d rulebooks he'd been browsing through and he sounded so earnest and excited that mike knew in that moment he was going to sacrifice the integrity of his cool mystery campaign so richie could cast vicious mockery (99% sure vicious mockery didn't exist yet... don't quote me on that but it doesn't matter because the idea of richie using it constantly is hilarious)
they've all been playing the same characters for years and they keep convincing mike to add more stuff so they're all like super powerful and mike keeps having to come up with more and more powerful enemies.
mike's dice collection is so so so cool he has so many dice, and whenever he introduces a new important character he goes out and gets dice that fit their theme and it is such a moneysink but it's worth it because ooooh pretty dice
after four occasions where the losers decided to adopt a random npc mike hadn't planned anything for, mike has started planning every single npc out down to the specifics of their childhood education. he has endless character sheets hanging out in his room with characters he's created that populate his game world.
okay hanbrough agenda time: bill is the most oblivious guy in the entire world. i know this. (he is the guy who looks at brokeback mountain and goes "what do you mean it was gay? why can't men be friends anymore?" this is based on that one passage at the beginning of the book where he goes on one of those "why can't the curtains just be blue because they're fucking blue" rants lol. he does not know what media literacy is. to me) and mike is. increasingly frustrated and feels like he's losing his mind. he is like head in hands because he asked bill to go to prom with him and bill was like "yeah sure man! sounds great, you're my bestie forever!", and he has no idea what to do, because how is this man this dense, so he just starts having all of his NPCs fall head over heels for bill's character and flirt like madmen. it is painful for everyone involved. except bill. who still has no idea what is going on. that is a very unfortunate month.
mike and ben hang out a lot and ben helps mike brainstorm for the campaign so ben has all this insider knowledge and mike will just look at him before something insane happens in the campaign. they'll like make eye contact and ben will be like holy shit holy shit holy shit :0 and mike just drops some insane new lore. it's very special to me.
#i know it might be like. why isn't ben or bill GM? they're the writers!#but like. idk it just fits. watching mike in it chapter 2 gave me so much unhinged GM energy#that man can spin a TALE. i know it. i also know he can improvise like crazy#they finish a session and he's like. btw guys everything after like the first hour was improvised i hope it didn't feel to awkward#and the losers are like... wdym you didn't perfectly plan all of that?????#bill could not run a campaign to save his life. he does not know what chekhov's gun is. he does not know what nuance is.#he would be trying to run a campaign and the losers would do ANYTHING even slightly off the hyperspecific plan he made#and he'd start trying to railroad everyone and everyones just getting increasingly stressed#basically it would be a bad time#that man can't do improv i know it in my heart#ben on the other hand is a massive ttrpg nerd and has run multiple one shots with the losers#he's not big into long campaigns like mike is but he loves coming up with new campaign ideas#he also collects ttrpg rulebooks and is always looking for weird ones to try out with his friends <3#they all have so much fun doing character creation with ben too. it's great.#i'm not done with this btw. i have so much more to say#i love ttrpgs and a party is the highest level of friendship. this is true#my high school best friends were literally just my d&d party#and cyberpunk (the ttrpg) is how i made friends in college lol#posts afflicted with a strange sickness#it stephen king#it 2019#it 2017#mike hanlon#bill denbrough#ben hanscom#hanbrough#richie tozier
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lilliancdoodles · 6 days
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Sike one more. Spreen for @tastytoastz's Mer AU fic Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down!
Click for better quality, and for once I don't really have design notes.
Here is the link to the masterpost of all my designs (will be updated to include Spreen)
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frobby · 10 months
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oikawa is so real for acting like he's the main character AND THEN SUCCEEDING???
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tricks-n-illusions · 8 months
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[Reaction to this post] - [Yako belongs to @askoinari]
Despite the dramatic fit of rage, Silas was quick to return to his frozen state when Yako neared. He was obviously going to be no threat to the Thievul anytime soon. His fear towards them greatly outwayed any anger. He could only hold his breath in the hope they wouldn't decide to retaliate and attack him back. Considering how disrespectful the Zoroark had been, they would be more than justified to do so and in this state, he was nothing more than a sitting duck ready to be killed at a whim.
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With those final words, the threat dissipated, and the moment he felt their overwhelming presence lessen, his real reaction began to seep through the cracks of his facade. No longer able to contain his emotions Silas let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by an onslaught of panicky breathing. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe, almost like a weight was crushing down on him. The fox couldn't help but spiral into a panic, though he didn't seem to register that was what was happening.
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He couldn't bring himself to do much but desperately claw at his ears and face for some type of relief from his mental anguish. After a long moment of him clawing at himself, he finally fell silent, though his frantic breathing did not.
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His rage and frustration quickly began to return, and all the anger he felt towards their verbal assault finally hit him, though, it didn't last very long. Silas was just as easily overtaken by sorrow and depression. [Not this again.] Just as someone once told him long ago... He was always too emotional.
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He silently sank to the ground, pulling himself close. He seemed defeated, tired even. Just truly done with everything at the moment.
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"What is the fucking point anymore..."
→  Silas seems to have calmed down from his fit. →  The Ask Hints page has been added.
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businesstiramisu · 1 year
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The Magnus Archives? Don’t mind if I do
Yeah i love that little dude
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^Magnus leading Duane through the minefield is SO IMPORTANT TO ME
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Dinnertime!
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Okay Magnus was the baby/favorite of the group but taking these screencaps is really emphasizing *how much* so -- he’s always right there next to Duane
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but like not to forget the fact that they’re child soldiers tasked with killing other child soldiers
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But to end things on a positive note, here’s Magnus saving Duane as they flee Shaensigin
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and Magnus waging existential war against pants
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soopersara · 3 months
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I'm intrigued! SB-08 - Whimsical please!
I just spotted the fic in your masterlist and .. love the premise. Now I must go read...after work. :D
Thanks for the ask!
So SB 08 - Whimsical is chapter 8 (and probably 9, 10, 11, etc - I didn't split the chapters up very well and the doc is over 13k words) of Stolen Bending, a fic that's been on hiatus for... longer than I'm proud of. It's not abandoned by any means, but my plans for later in the fic have always been squishy at best, I was dealing with some burnout and writer's block when I posted the last few chapters, and I just haven't gotten back to iron out the squishiness in between getting my other projects back on track post-writer's block.
Oh, and it's named "Whimsical" because my plan to keep the fic's length from ballooning out of control was to structure the story around old Zutara Week prompts—specifically the prompts from 2012, in this case. But, uh... when each "prompt" was getting to the 10-20k range, I had to accept that I had another novel-length fic on my hands. Whoops.
But there's some very fun goofiness that I'd completely forgotten about mixed in there - have some element-swapped Zutara meeting the musical hippy nomads as a treat!
"Hmm." Katara shaded her eyes with her hand. "What do you say that we just tell Sokka that it's full of fish, then laugh when the only thing he can catch is seaweed?"
The idea took him off guard, and he snorted. "That's one of the better ideas I've heard in a while. " He broke off when he heard something odd from the far side of the pond.
Katara glanced up at him, then she paused too, brows furrowing as she squinted off across the pond. "Is that—"
The approaching noises grew louder, and Zuko grabbed hold of her forearm. "I don't know. Let's just go before—"
He didn't make it any farther than that before a flash of color appeared through the trees, then another and another and another—not, to his surprise, because there were very many people coming their way, but because each of them wore almost clownishly bright outfits.
Zuko stared. On the one hand, this could possibly be a good thing. No one who willingly looked that absurd could pose a serious threat. On the other, these people were definitely out of their minds. Dangerous or not, he could hardly imagine this encounter ending well.
Unfortunately, it was probably too late to flee, and Katara didn't seem inclined to move anyway. Maybe it was curiosity or friendliness or even politeness, but it seemed that Zuko was stuck regardless.
The first of the strangers—a relatively tall, lanky man with shaggy, chin-length hair—burst from the trees and stopped at the edge of the water, slack-jawed.
"Whoa. Check out the river spirits, everyone." There was a slow, drawling quality to the man's voice that matched his almost vacant expression a bit too well. "Total coolness."
Zuko blinked. Then, entirely by reflex, "This isn't even a river. It's a pond."
Katara shot a bemused half-smile up at him, but the stranger across the pond nodded as though that were somehow a profound statement.
"Awesome. We found some pond spirits."
At that, Katara covered her mouth, but not quite fast enough to suppress her laugh. "We aren't spirits. We're just normal people."
"Oh," the man said as his companions—a very round man and a woman who might have been even taller than the first stranger—joined him. "Cool."
If there was any doubt left in Zuko's mind, that was enough to dispel it. These people were insane.
He gave Katara's arm a slight tug. "Let's just go back to camp," he said, quiet enough that the crazy people wouldn't be able to hear him. "If your brother wants to fish for pond grass, I say we let him."
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