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mzz-hyde · 1 year

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Never be better than commander Shepard ❤️‍🔥

If you like my art, you can buy me a cup of coffe - https://ko-fi.com/its_mzz_hyde

#mass effect #mass effect legendary edition #commander shepard #Shepard #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #renegade shepard #paragon Shepard #jane shepard #fem shepard #bioware #video games #fan art

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rozetheeuwu · 4 months

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#pink's art #pokemon rejuvenation #talon atriedes #rift talon #I have yet to play renegade #I lost all my rejuv save files when switching computers so I gotta redo paragon first <3 #pokemon rejuv spoilers #pokemon rejuvenation spoilers #rejuv spoilers #rejuv 13.5 spoilers #pokemon rejuvenation v13.5 spoilers #v13.5 spoilers #shitpost #I got these screenshots for the text from dred's playthrough #pink edits #more like

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compacflt · 1 year

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i am pretty solidly anti-fic printing except when its my fic that i wrote & i want to hold it in my hands for editing purposes

final (final!!!!) edit & slider one-shot inbound soon

#look im a leftist who writes top gun fanfic i can’t claim to be #a paragon of morality or anything #ohhhhhh boy are there a lot of edits to make #the problem is I wrote 90% of the fic only having seen tgm ONCE #which of course fucked everything up #it’s why i made ice responsible for rooster’s whole deal #& then i rewatched TGM and i was like. Fuck.#anyway now I’m just trying to make all the pieces line up #& get the style consistent cause phew there are some Wack ass moments in here #when we get around to talking about it #top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun fanfiction #I designed the cover & am very proud of my typsetting job

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1800titz · 10 months

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I really need you to see the potential in this Paragon self duplication thing.

“Again,” Harry encourages, nudging at her sternum with a palm that lacks the gentleness of amiable coaching. Deftly, he blocks her weakened onslaught of ice with a forearm radiating deterrent and takes a step back, wriggling with his fingers in a come hither motion, “Again.”

Arctick attempts to catch him off guard, throwing an underhand aimed for his family jewels, and white radiates from her palm — the expanse of the attack is stifled, instantly, and a pale hue of violet glows translucently ahead of his stature. Ice splinters into shards that fall in crystals.

“Ooh,” the man dips his chin, pivoting as his brows pinch and his strawberry mouth curls, “Sneaky aim. Low blow, sweetheart. That would’ve hurt.”

“Are you angry? Y’look angry,” the hero tells her on an open-mouthed beam, then juts at her with his chin, taking another casual step back over the mat, “That’s good — use that.”

The young woman sends a flurry of chill spiraling, and as the man blocks the first onslaught, as expected, with an effortless burst of power from the tips of his fingers, a second wave erupts, this one aimed for his legs. Arctick can only grimace as Paragon smoothly bars the attempt — what a dickhead.

“You’re weak — you’re angry because you’re weak,” he goads, irises glinting, “You’re angry because I’m calling you weak. So use that. Show me I’m wrong,” he twists away from her and stretches his arms out — an invitation, his back, and the young woman makes a last ditch effort, her pent up rage rushing out in a torrent of ice aimed to pierce.

“Better,” Harry exclaims, enthusiasm interweaving the syllables, and he turns his chin, just a bit, over his shoulder. His forearm bends to emit a luminous glow that blocks what would have tagged flesh and muscle. She sees the corner of his mouth visibly twitch. “But not quite.”

“This is ridiculous — it’s not a fair fight,” Harry sees Arctick buzzing when he turns, an intrigued crease over his brow bone — she stands with her hands at her sides on the opposite side of the room, but every muscle in her body is tensed, like she physically aches to freeze him.

“No?” Harry cocks his head, venturing toward her on bare soles.

“This isn’t active combat,” she expands, letting the frustration leak into her tone, “You tell me to strike, and you expect it when I do.”

His mouth quirks, and there’s a lull, like he’s ruminating. Finally, he asks, “You want active combat?”

Arctick lifts her chin at him, expecting a vivid, violet current of electricity to hurl from his palm, to send her nerve endings on fire. She expects him to vanish, shard by shard, into invisibility that’ll leave her craning her neck and flitting her gaze about the room in apprehension. She expects him to twist and grapple for the weight rack, to fling it at her with superhuman strength.

“Then let’s make this—“

What she doesn’t expect is the crook of his lips, his figure stood ahead, and then the subsequent warm press of a palm over her stomach. It slinks from behind, and she feels his mirror press behind her as his original form illustrates a smirk from across the floor.

“A fair fight,” croons the voice behind her — the same inflection as the cadence ahead. She stiffens at the touch. It’s soft, unlike his prior ministrations. Her head twists over her shoulder, and irises ogle the reflection in the broad expanse of mirrors on the wall beside her. Paragon stands ahead of her, feet away, his arms crossed, and …Paragon stands behind her, his arm rippling with muscle as it flexes over her. He’s duplicated.

“Hm?” Harry hums against the shell of her ear. In his original form, he watches the display like a strange sort of voyeur — the whole experience is odd, and he can tell the showcase of ability has caught her off guard. It’s sort of a weird process — acting through different vessels, the coordination of it all. More than anything, it’s an interesting party trick beyond a single split. From there, he feels his powers weaken in their tether when divorced among a plethora of vessels.

“Get your hands off of me,” Arctick grits out, her own grappling over his forearm, and Paragon’s original form just keeps his arms crossed as the touch of his copy grows sturdier.

“Oh, but I can’t do that,” Harry says from across the floor.

“Active combat, remember?” his copy wrangles its arms over her own flailing limbs. The original Paragon nonchalantly watches a warm, glow zap between his fingertips, across the room. The young woman manages to dig an elbow back against the warm body behind her, and the motion incites the priorly steady buzz in his hand to falter. That fucking hurt.

“You don’t want to play nice?” the man’s head cocks from across the floor, and Arctick sees his duplication clasp over her, in the reflection, before she’s launched through the air with a grip over her wrist. The only thing that keeps her from catapulting against the back wall of brick is her own grip — she maintains it over the copy’s joint as she’s spun through the air. She lands on her feet.

Now, the copy faces her, and behind that, stands the true Paragon, just idling by like he’s watching a show.

“Alright,” the copy contends, mouth curling, “Then I won’t play nice.”

#DO YOU SEE THE SELF DUPLICATION VISION #superhero!au #Paragon blurb #dom harry styles #harry styles #harry styles edit #harry styles edits #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles wattpad #harry styles one shot #paragon verse

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mannylikessims · 1 month

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The True Story of the Villareal Family [3.8]

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After the run-in with the Renegade, the Paragons took Luna to the safety of their private clubhouse above the pool.

But truthfully, Luna was trying not to make a big deal of it.

“How about I make you a nice espresso?” said Sofia behind them. “To calm your nerves.”

“What?' said Luna. "I don’t want an–"

Siobhan, their leader, cut her off. “Tell me what happened with the Renegade, Luna. Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Luna repeated for the millionth time. “And nothing happened with Wolfgang!”

Siobhan gave her a long, silent look.

Luna sighed. “Look, Siobhan, I appreciate the support, but I didn’t ask for it. I kept saying I was ok, but Sergio didn’t listen to me. None of you listened to me!”

In the back of the clubhouse, Sofia sniffed their supply of coffee beans and scrunched her face. “Ew, how old are these beans? …are they supposed to be moving?”

“I’m so sorry, Luna,” said Siobhan. “You’re absolutely–“

She was interrupted by a hideous high-pitched whir, a grating sound, and then a spluttering.

“Eek, oops!” shouted Sofia. “Er, how many coffee grounds do you like in your coffee, Luna?”

“–what I was saying,” Siobhan continued, “is that you’re absolutely right, Luna. I'm sorry. We'll listen to you next time… but I doubt this will happen again.”

“Thanks, Siobhan,” said Luna. “I know you guys mean well and– wait. Where’s Sergio?”

“Don’t worry,” said Siobhan. “He’s taking care of it.”

Sergio was what? Taking care of it? Oh plum, things were going from bad to worse.

“I– I need to go,” she stammered, standing up and striding out the door before Siobhan could stop her.

“But wait, Luna, your espresso is ready!” announced Sofia.

The coffee machine started spluttering with green fumes.

“…on second thought, yeah, maybe don’t drink this. I’m not even sure those were coffee beans that I put in the grinder…”

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Meanwhile, Sergio was standing in front of the bathroom, blocking its entrance,

waiting.

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#thesims4 #simlit #sims4 #windenburg #villareal #get together #the true story of the villareal family #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims story #ts4 story #luna villareal #paragons #sofia bjergsen #siobhan fyres #sergio romeo #tTSotVF #sorry only the first photo is edited because i'm too lazy to do them all #this wouldn't be a problem if i had reshade tt.tt

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elfcollector · 1 year

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All ships. This is Commander Shepard. The Reaper is dead. Stand down.

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mileapo · 1 year

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Apo Nattawin + Siam Paragon CNY 2023

#apo nattawin #apo x siam paragon cny 2023 #edits*#**

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kbirbpods · 19 days

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Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Length: 1,779 words

Tags: POV Second Person, Mass Effect 3, Synthesis Ending (Mass Effect), Fix-It of Sorts, Eventual Happy Ending, Paragon Shepard (Mass Effect), Shepard lives, Reapers, Post-Mass Effect 3, Post-Synthesis Ending (Mass Effect), plot holes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergenc, eCanon What Canon

Summary:

You chose Synthesis. In order to save them all, you chose to die. One cannot be true without the other.

Notes: I am 29 on April 11th, the same age as Shep when they started this whole thing. So I'm making content to celebrate that. I used 2nd Person POV so it could be anyone's Shep. I avoided mentions of who survived and any love interest for that as well. I know 2nd Person POV isn't everyone's jam but I hope you'll still give my first ever Mass Effect fic a chance!

#mass effect #mass effect 3 #me3 #mass effect legendary edition #commander shepard #catalyst mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #femshep #mshep #paragon shep #pov 2nd person #bioware #synthesis ending #mass effect synthesis #shepard lives #commander shepard lives #kaje writes #kbirb #kbirb writes

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charmfamily · 8 months

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(SEMI) CHARMED KIND OF LIFE: EPISODE 3, PART XIX. “GENESIS IN BLACK”

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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 year

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Bramblewood Paragon

Those who seek to escape her blades succeed only in dying on their stomachs.

Artist: Jim Murray TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #jim murray #bramblewood paragon #mystery booster retail edition foils #creature #elf #warrior

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adastra47 · 7 months

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#floor jansen #nightwish #symphonic metal #metal queen #metalmama #paragon #edit #northward

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superfandomcorp · 1 year

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#supergirl #kara zor el #kara danvers #paragon of hope #supergirl cw #supergirl edit #melissa benoist

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moonsimi · 1 year

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Paragons 🦋

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 lookbook #the sims 4 #sims edit #simblr #sim edit #ts4 sim #ts4 cas #cas edit #paragons #luna villareal #siobhan fyres #sergio romeo #sofia bjergsen

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mannylikessims · 1 month

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The True Story of the Villareal Family [3.7]

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The setting sun cast a warm, peachy glow over the Windenburg community pool, as well as over the angry man standing in pink shorts at the edge of the pool.

Sergio squinted at the pool and yelled, “Is that Renegade attacking you?”

He pinched his nose and tensed his legs. “Don’t worry, Luna, I’m coming!”

He leapt into the pool and swam furiously towards Luna and Wolfgang, who were bobbing unaware in the water, chatting idly and sharing a laugh about something or other.

Luna was about to say something to Wolfgang, but her face dropped when she heard Sergio swim up next to her.

Oh no no no, this was not good.

“Stop harassing her, Renegade,” he growled.

Wolfgang looked startled. “Wait, what?” He turned to Luna, confused. “Are you pranking me right now?”

“No,” she answered quickly, wincing. “Sergio, everything’s fine, please don’t…” But it was too late. He was already taking a deep breath.

“Para-GONS!” he bellowed, as if he were blowing into an ox horn to summon an army for battle.

Sorry, Luna mouthed at Wolfgang.

Within seconds, the entirety of the Paragons were assembling around Luna like a protective shield.

“Oh my Watcher, did he splash you without consent?” said a voice behind her.

“No,” Luna tried to explain quickly. “Actually I was the one who splashed h–“

“Did he traumatize you?” said someone else behind her. “Do we need to form a trauma-curing circle? I can set up my healing crystals and we’ll deal with this trauma in no time–"

“Oh my Watcher, seriously, it’s fine," Luna insisted, exasperated. “Please stop, this is not trauma–"

“I don’t know, I’m pretty traumatized.” Considering he was outnumbered four-to-one, Wolfgang had a stupidly smug grin on his face. “Spare me some healing crystals?”

Part of Luna wanted to tell Wolfgang to shut up before he made it worse, and part of her wanted to burst out laughing, and she had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from doing either.