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spoopygirl103 ยท 5 days
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Thought I would draw these little sillies, and take it as however you want.
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bubybubsters ยท 10 months
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Insecurities (Eris x reader)
A/n: random, completely winging this, typed from my phone, please excuse and mistakes definitely not proof read. Prob a bad title too.
Ok so you and Eris are mates and he is about to try to kill Beron.
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You knew your mate was worried; he never closed off his side of the bond unless he thought it was necessary. And Eris almost never thought it was necessary. But with less than a week until Eris planned to kill Beron, you knew he was insecure. But you didnโ€™t know how insecure, so you wrapped up your long meeting with the ambassadors and quickly hurried t your shared room
When you opened the door to your room you were not expecting a ring of fire surrounded Eris and your mate on his knees, body covered with fire.
You hesitated, you were from the Dawn Court and your wings were definitely not immune to fire, nor was your body. Beron had only allowed the marriage because you were Thesanโ€™s cousin and it would secure an alliance with the Dawn Court. But Beron didnโ€™t know you were mates as Eris took great care to hide that. Beron hadnโ€™t threatened you because that would put his alliance on thin ice. Unfortunately being Erisโ€™ mate didnโ€™t make you immune to fire.
You circled around so Eris could see you and started to reach a hand out towards the fire. Eris glanced up, his face stone cold and eyes guarded.
โ€œLeave Y/n, please just leave me alone.โ€
You would do no such thing, even as his words hit your heart right where your own insecurities were. Does he still want me? Will he stop loving me one day? What if I'm not enough? You pushed the thoughts aside and focused on your mate. Slowly you took a step towards the fire. Another. Another. Until you were right in front of the fire, you could feel the heat of the fire, but it wasn't too hot. So you took another step, the fire immediately split around you.
Eris lifted his head and frowned at the fire as if it had a mind of its own. The fire surrounding his body retreated as you slowly pulled him into you. His back against your chest, one of your arms resting over his sternum, the other arm tangled in his hair. He was so tense that you leaned forward and whispered words in his ear.
"My mate, it may not be fine now but you will grow and heal and it will be better than fine. I love you and nothing you do will ever change that, you are good, you are kind and respectful and have never treated me with anything but. I am yours and you are mine and I love you. I love every part of you and I always will."
Eris hesitated to relax into you and you knew it was because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. Vulnerable and raw. You continued stroking his hair and occasionally whispered soft reassurances in his ear.
But he stiffened suddenly and sat up, not meeting your eyes, shutting you out. "I thought I told you to leave Y/n, if you can't follow that order at least shut the hell up and stop touching me! I can't stand it, you're so needy and you're always demanding something from me. Just go away, let me have a day of peace!"
Eris turned away from you as his words struck your heart deep, but you didn't go. You sat by him for the next few hours as he shouted things at you that went straight through your walls and to your heart. But you stayed and when he fell asleep you picked him up in your arms and set him on the bed. Tucking him in, you glanced at the clock. It was 6am. Shit, you were both already late for your morning meetings.
You left the room with a concerned glance at your mate even as you wondered if he meant his words. You went to his meeting in the night court first and when you got there a dagger was at your throat.
"Who are you? What have you done with Eris?"
You looked up to see the spymaster, you grimaced, "Eris is fine and I am his mate here to meet with the high lord in his place."
The spymaster hesitated before leading you to a meeting room already filled with the night court inner circle. You got straight to the point, "Alright first things first, I don't know when my mate will make his move but I can say with certainty that it will be in less than a week. Eris is stressed and tired and please to not pressure him, I'm not doing much better but I am already late to a meeting with the captain of Eris' loyal soldiers. So please excuse my mate and let him rest."
Everyone stared at you with shock before Rhysand nodded, "Tell Eris to come meet with us when he is ready, we have the supplies he asked for. And you can go meet with the captain and after that I think you should get some rest."
You smiled at him and nodded, "thank you high lord" before you winnowed out to another meeting.
You gave the captain a similar speech and he nodded. "Tell the Heir to get rest; he can't defeat Beron without strength, and tell him to come at least 5 hours before he makes his move. We need a heads up to be ready. Thank you mi'lady, but may I suggest you cancel the rest fo the meetings today?"
You laughed, "Why is everyone so worried about me? I'm not the one about to attempt overthrowing the throne! And captain, my next meeting is in the night, I should be good. Plus how many times do I have to say you can call me Y/n?
The captain and his soldiers stared at you until one spoke up. "I don't mean to be rude Y/n but have you looked at yourself recently?"
You blinked at the soldiers before nodding, "I suppose I should do that. Thank you."
When you got back to your room Eris was awake and eating breakfast at the desk while reading reports. He glanced up and his face was so cold and devoid of emotion that all your insecurities from his words the night before came rushing back. You stopped at his side and he pulled you into his lap stiffly.
Eventually you dared to speak, "I... did you mean what you said last night? Am I really needy and demanding?"
He stared down at you, expression softening immediately. "No I didn't sweetheart, I had a long day of work and you know what's coming up but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You are all I could ask for in a mate, you do everything for me and ask for nothing in return. You stayed even when I told you to go because you know me and knew I didn't mean it. But I'm willing to bet everything I said hurt you, and I'm infinitely sorry for that. I will make it up in every way if you can forgive me."
You smiled at Eris, expression slightly pained but you nodded. "I will forgive you Eris Vanserra, and I know my cracked heart will heal eventually, with your help." Eris's answering smile was as bright as the sun. "I also met with the night court," Eris stiffened and you quickly added, "Rhysand wishes to meet with you when you're ready and the Captain needs you to notify him at least 5 hours before you know what so he can get his troops ready. They both told me to sleep as well but I don't understand why...."
Eris looked at you amused and stood up, carrying you to the full body mirror. You blinked at your reflection. There were dark circles under your eyes, your hair was unkempt, you clothes were singed at the edges and there was a little cut on your neck from where the spymaster had held a knife to your throat. You gaped at yourself.
Eris kissed the top of your head, "sleep my little fox, I will be here when you wake and I can start my apology." Your body heated but you smiled at him and drifted into unconscious.
A/n: hope you enjoyed! Constructive criticism, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. I swear I actually look at them
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valyrra ยท 1 year
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Also them <3
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thereal-yippee ยท 7 months
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I dont know if this was intentional or im just looking too deep into this but Karai and Splinter have the same like ear cut except on different sides (Splinter, left / Karai, right) Splinter has another ear slit thingy on his other ear but has a more similar one to karai on his left.
Maybe this was a very subtle foreshadowing that Karai would be revealed to be Splinterโ€™s daughter and not shredders??
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RAINBOW HEARTS!!!!!
ahh thanketh thee <333 a million to thou as well :_)
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Am I the only one who starts to question their gender all over again if it takes too long to move again?
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BG3 introspection bit
This one isn't edgy or funny. I just feel like sharing, prompted by seeing how, indeed, BG3 is one of the greatest if not THE greatest pieces of entertainment we've got in a long while. But I know for so many people it turned out to be much more than just that. That includes me. To make a long story short, I've been living a full world away from my loved ones for almost a decade, in a place that is particularly hostile towards me. I'm here out of necessity and choice, since my other option happens to be worse. It's been shockingly lonely, until I grew used to the isolation. Still, I made do. I make do. Around a few years back, and especially last year, things took a turn for the much worse. I've spiraled into a very, very dark place, which in turn isolated me even more from other people - but also from myself.
Being so far away from familiarity and the things I love worn me down, and disconnected from who I am and what I enjoy. To the point I effectively stayed in a limbo, frozen in time, empty, for the past years. It's been way more scary than when I was obviously and loudly sad or depressed, because at least then I had energy to react in some way. As an artist by profession and by passion, it was even more concerning that I could not create ANYTHING - words, images, even concepts. My mind had been simply silent, dead. I quite literally spent the last 3-4 years just existing, going to my job like a mindless clockwork because otherwise I wouldn't be able to make rent and end up getting deported. I knew I was utterly and completely lost, and had no idea what I could grab onto to pull me out. It was as if I couldn't move - I did not really wanted to, somehow.
It happens to everyone, I think, that sometimes a seemingly random thing that you engage with unexpectedly becomes a sort of lifeline. It happened to me once before, during a complicated part of my teens. And now it seemed to have happened again because I decided to play Baldur's Gate 3. I mentioned before, I am a bit older and have played BG1 and BG2, and also DnD and the like. I've always been the nerdy artsy type, and it had always fueled my imagination and gave me energy to keep creating, keep moving, searching, growing.
It was really a struck of luck that I heard the news that BG3 was a thing. I was so isolated I did not engage with any piece of media anymore - I watched no news, no movies, no series, read no books. When I think about it, it's really scary how I felt absolutely nothing, how truly empty of any will to live I was. But it's been wild for a while now. I happened to be on 'vacation' when BG3 got released, and I was sucked into it like I was desperate. And I probably was. I needed anything to take me away from where I was, who (or the lack of) I had become. The game did just that. It's not a coincidence I put 750+ hours in it. I could not stand looking at my own circumstances and somehow I managed to finally escape anywhere else. While I recognize I went to the opposite extreme of (problematic) engagement, I also saw how my mind seeemed to switch on again after a while - as if I was reminded of how it used to be.
Ideas, cohesive thoughts, images, the unavoidable urge to move, to create something - all these things that made me ME started to come back.
I remembered how much I enjoyed fantasy, fiction, having ideas, organizing, planning, making things come true - how much just marking a paper with a pencil brings me joy. How my own mind can be rich and exciting, and how I have the skills to translate those impulses into reality. And that is what made me, all my life. It's hard to explain how I feel after 4 years not creating a single thing, having no impulse or creative idea and watching life pass in a haze, now I feel like I'm finally reconecting to something precious. My doctor even pointed it out, how it seems I'm finally waking up after years, coming out of whatever dark hole I've been in.
While it's been a short while, I'm very aware this is essentially a hyperfixation, but for someone who (even though I tried) could not feel anything towards anything for so long, this seems like a blessing. And I'm doing my best to make a stair out of it - use the momentum to branch out into other things I know I need and miss, the other things that have always been part of my life that I'd let go of.
I'm probably not the only one who clicked with this game, and it somehow pulled us out of strange, scary places. Even though it's a lot of projection on our part, people in such situations need something they relate to in order to project onto, to grab to float. Not everything works, it must be something special to the person at the right time. Lucky me that Baldur's Gate 3 happened when it did, the way it did, and that I was where I was.
I'm really, truly happy I stumbled onto the news of the game, for whatever reason took action to actually buy it, open and play it. When I did, I had no idea it would be the lifeline I'd grab onto. But it's been, and it meant so much to me. That's all of my sad introspective blurb. I have no way of explaining how thankful I feel to everyone who put this game together. While it wasn't the intention of the creators, BG3 gave me the push I so desperately needed and that nothing else had managed to.
I'd still be lost in a very dark place without it.
:')
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moonlightdancer26 ยท 1 year
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I have a tiny announcement
I will be continuing The Heir to the House of Prince. Iโ€™m sure only three people know about this but this fic was recommended to me by two friends, and I read up to 50 chapters. But after having readerโ€™s block (is that a thing? letโ€™s make it a thing) I discussed the fanfic with one of said friends and they convinced me to drop it because of what happens later on. Now I realise the now-ex friend has shit opinions and I shouldnโ€™t give up on anything with Snupin in it just because they think so. Yโ€™all can send me asks about it if youโ€™re curious about anything (what itโ€™s about, why I gave it up, etc).
@bookwalmartav are you proud of me? Iโ€™m doing it to make you happy and so we can talk about it ๐Ÿ˜‡ (and for the Snupin and Severitus ofc)
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chocochococoffee ยท 1 year
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peppino headcanons
โ€ข He is a fan of Milan FC. No way a 40+ year old italian man ain't a football fan.
โ€ข His relationship with The Noise is pretty alike Sam and Ralph in Looney Tunes. Meaning, they only hit and bite and try to kill each other before 8 PM.
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โ€ข After work they go to eat together since they don't like going to their homes too early.
โ€ข Noise is a big fall of American Soccer and Peppino doesn't understand a cent of it nor he wants to (and the Noise doesn't want to understand football, too!), but they still go to each other houses to watch their teams favorite matches all the time.
โ€ข They usually end up hitting and biting each other while watching sports.
โ€ข he has high blood pressure, high triglycerides and pre diabetes, reason he is trying to not drink beer anymore. But he has an excellent sight.
โ€ข Peppino was a wrestler when younger. He didn't use a mask like mexican wrestlers, but sometimes he wished he did.
โ€ข Noisette and him gossip about the customers they receive. After the Pizza Tower fall they received a big amount of extra customers, so they now spend more time together, to The Noises dismay.
โ€ข Mr. Stick is quite a fan of Gustavo and his brothers and wants Peppino to ask him for an autograph.
Maybe more coming soon! Im just using some dead time at the work thinking of this (and have enough HCs to do that one fanfic I am planning ...)
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multiversemittens ยท 1 year
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I had a hard time concentrating during language class because I kept on thinking about Big D fighting the Duolingo owl.
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dcmainlybillythoughts ยท 2 years
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So idk why but I decided I needed to make Billy a Pokรฉmon trainer, I made him sad the other day by drawing him in pain so if he can have some happiness now
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I added some stylized changes to the Pokรฉmon and made them a bit messier to give them character
If Billy did actually have a Pokรฉmon team I think it would go
Dedenne (shiny)
Galarian Ponyta
Togetic
Flarion
Luxio
Golurk
Why? Idk just gives me those vibes, just feel like he could bond with these guys, especially with his vast knowledge
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lissa05 ยท 9 months
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Some people say falling in love is amazing but sometimes that fall can be shattering
โ€œI feel like Iโ€™m losing you!โ€ silenceโ€ฆ followed by a quick response,
โ€œI was never yours to loseโ€ฆโ€ only six words and yet they carried so much impact. James stared her in the eyes. Those same eyes heโ€™d seen joy, surprise, happinessโ€ฆ he saw the hard stuff too like sadness, anger, frustration, and guilt. But never once had he seen regret in those beautiful hazel eyesโ€ฆ
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The words fell out of her mouth without permission and Mayaโ€ฆ didnโ€™t feel bad about it. It was the truth and Maya never lied, she stared into his beautiful green eyes as conflict, sadness, and guilt each flashed threw and then settled on rage. She knew this would end in a screaming match, so she did what any regretful girl would doโ€ฆturn around and leave. She regretted ever thinking that maybe by a small chance he would like her back but she was right always was always has been. By the time she had accepted he was never going to have the same feelings as her, gotten over him, and settled for watching him be happy with other girls, eventually leaving each one of them he tried to tell her he felt the same but that wasnโ€™t true it couldnโ€™t be. He had a girlfriend and after all these years why. A word crashed through her thoughts and it took her a second to realize it was her own name that ripped through the raging scorching flames in her thoughts,
โ€œMaya!โ€ย 
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James ran towards her. He liked her and he wanted to talk to her about it but she was walking away like a coward.
โ€œListen I-I like you and I want you to understand that so date me, Iโ€™ll leave Katie for usโ€ it was desperate he knew it but so was he.
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Usโ€ฆ Maya knew that wasnโ€™t a possibility,
โ€œWho;s your girlfriend?โ€ She asked even though she knew the answer,
โ€œKatieโ€ฆโ€ he responded confused, I replied not wasting my time on someone who took my time and threw it away like a piece of garbage
โ€œAnd do you love herโ€ฆโ€ such a simple question yet so much impact
โ€œYes of courseโ€ she could tell it was true and she knew that if she was selfish and acted on old feelings she would end up hurting feelings for her own personal gain
โ€œSee James there's a difference between me and Katie, I had boys asking me every corner I turned if we could be more but I turned each and every one of them downโ€ฆ because I was holding out for you, she only had one follower and she needed someoneโ€ฆโ€ I paused not knowing if I could go on. I knew what I wanted to say. I knew what I needed to say but my throat betrayed me going dry. I cleared my throat and went on voice strong and balanced.
โ€œSo the difference between not just Katie but all those ex-girlfriends and me is that they all settled for you. But I chose you!โ€ I paused and he was about to speak again, opening his mouth but I cut him off.
โ€œOr at least I had. James we will never work so walk away! Be happy with your girlfriend! Get married, have kidsโ€ฆand forget about me!โ€ My voice cracked on the last words and the tears flew down my cheeks. I turned and bolted.
Some people say falling in love is amazing but sometimes that fall can be shattering
Short story by Lissa
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killalluchihas ยท 7 months
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Fun facts about the names of my OCs!! You do not need to read this lol
I decided on the name โ€œWendyโ€ for our favorite non-sorcerer OC because it has no religious or mythological origins. itโ€™s not translated from any ancient languages, itโ€™s not even a botanical name that comes with any symbolism. As far as I know (from my internet searches), โ€œWendyโ€ was coined by the playwright of Peter Pan, who knew a young child that called him something like โ€œfwendyโ€ to mean friend. I liked the simplicity of it, and the lack of deeper connotations.
as for โ€œMathersonโ€ i wanted an equally normal name without any significant implications from its origins, but it couldnโ€™t be fabricated like a given nameโ€”so i found one that looked fairly normal for a white person but with unclear origins because of spelling alterations as it was translated into modern English. it could be related to โ€œMathesonโ€ which could be from Scottish Gaelic Mathers - one who mows grass or it could be a patronymic form of โ€œMatthewโ€ which ultimately comes from Hebrew ืžึทืชึดึผืชึฐื™ึธื”ื•ึผ - Matityahu (Gift of Yahweh)โ€”or something like that. Ultimately, itโ€™s unknown to me where the name originates from or its actual meaning, which is why i picked it. thereโ€™s also a middle name but that hasnโ€™t been revealed yet.
for Wendyโ€™s momโ€”โ€œDanicaโ€ comes from Slavic folklore for โ€œmorning starโ€ or โ€œVenusโ€ and I just thought it was a good name. Unlike Wendyโ€™s name, Venus comes with mythological significance and symbolism across several cultures and religions. But the actual name โ€œDanicaโ€ works as name thatโ€™s less common for an American woman without being โ€˜exoticโ€™ to most people. i like that it comes with โ€œDaniโ€ as a nickname. The fact that โ€œDanicaโ€ is tangentially connected to so much symbology also plays a role in the characterโ€™s choice to simply name her daughter โ€œWendyโ€
i think i mentioned yoshiโ€™s name significance a while ago but iโ€™ll reiterate it hereโ€”
for Yoshi, my internet research is not thorough enough to know if thereโ€™s any deeper cultural or geographical significance to โ€œAriyoshiโ€ in Japan, though many names are linked specific locations. I just know this part: ๆœ‰ - ari (have) ๅ‰ - yoshi (good luck). โ€œReinaโ€ was chosen for its Spanish meaning, โ€œqueenโ€ because thereโ€™s no pretty Spanish name that translates into โ€œboss bitchโ€ lol. but itโ€™s also a Japanese name, and you can spell it ๆ€œ - rei (wise) ๅฅˆ - na (a phonetic character).
I donโ€™t remember what characters i wanted to use for โ€œMarikoโ€ Iโ€™m so sorry. I mainly chose it so that her nicknames would be โ€œMariโ€ and โ€œMariaโ€.
Iโ€™d love to explain Yoshiโ€™s dadโ€™s name but i feel like it needs to be actually mentioned in the story before i blab. Itโ€™s not even that deep, honestly, but itโ€™s not part of my canon yet so it mustnโ€™t be revealed ๐Ÿ˜ค
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crustyfloor ยท 9 months
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Make Aaron look like a basic bitch guys, I wanna see that guy that looks like he works the night shift and Home Depot and HATES IT, eye bags, goofy hair, I want all of it. Iโ€™m lowkey sick of anime boy 6k pack perfection 24/7 wannabe Aaron
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sort-of-dying ยท 18 days
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top ten favorite human inventions?
in no particular order:
lamps, curtains, toaster oven, pencil sharpener, pencil, yarn, socks, headphones, music
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br3akfestattiffanys ยท 2 years
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Miu Miu Pink Hat and Gloves โ˜๏ธ
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