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neverevan · 4 months

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Wip Word Search 🔍

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs

my words: affect, great, opposed

1. affect from the mudslide fic ☔️

He watched as Eddie got up from the couch, carefully depositing Christopher’s legs from his lap before turning back to him and planting a soft kiss onto the top of his soft curls. He was getting too old for these kinds of affections when awake and — as much as he couldn’t wait to see Christopher become his own, independent person — Buck desperately wanted to halt time. It wasn’t a fair thing to think; Chris wasn’t exactly his kid to begin with and regardless of what Eddie’s will said would happen after his death, Buck's place in their lives wasn’t set in stone, so he savored every tiny moment he could. Somewhere along the last handful of years, Eddie and Christopher became Family, with a capital F. Buck loved Chris like he was his own and his feelings for Eddie were clear as day — only if not for the man himself. It was better that way, Buck reasoned. He probably wouldn’t let Buck hang around all the time, if he’d have known. Eddie probably didn’t think of them that way anyway. Buck ran his fingers through the curly hair tickling his cheek and pulled the kid’s small frame just a fraction closer, relishing in the moment of stillness.

2. great from the jealous eddie fic 🧇

“So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great. “Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a small sigh. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth — and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.”

3. opposed from the breeding kink fic 🛏️

“You might be right,” he breathed, leaning over Buck and slipping his hands under his thighs for more leverage, “maybe we should just stay here like this forever.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he bottomed out again. It wasn’t a plausible or in any way realistic idea, really, but Eddie found that he still wasn’t opposed to the fantasy of it. Especially not when Buck’s warmth enveloped him so perfectly, while he got to watch his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker, listen to his quiet whines and grunts as Eddie sped up his movements until he hit a steady rhythm and smell as fresh sweat broke through the lingering scent of their shared body wash; tea tree and mint. His hair was still damp from their shower and that was one thing they didn’t share; the shampoo — and god, Eddie was grateful that it never became something that he’d lose on the account of getting used to smelling it on himself, so now he could let the fruity and fresh scent of green apple, and something that uniquely belonged to Buck wash over his senses.

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I was tagged by @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @fortheloveofbuddie and @wikiangela thank youuu 💛

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @ladydorian05

#this took longer than I expected lmao #also quite a bit more than just a line each but idc I miss my main wips 😭#these were literally my first 3 wips for this fandom and I still haven't posted any of them I—#though I am heavily aiming to finish the first draft for the breeding fic today/tomorrow #it's already at 4.6k so that 5k estimate is out the window but maybe 6k? 6.5k?#I am bargaining cuz it's just some silly smut and I don't wanna edit anything longer than that 😭#but I do want it to be my last fic of the year so 🫡#(though unfortunately my vertigo's back and I got too dizzy to pay attention for now but I'll be back at it later)#ALSO I need to write from buck's pov more cuz I wanna appreciate and cherish eddie through his eyes he way he deserves it!!#buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic #the jealous eddie fic #the breeding fic

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chiropteracupola · 8 months

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steadfast sailor, paper captain...

#em draws stuff #hornblower #william bush #horatio hornblower #first and foremost! sorry for melting bush's face off in this image #but for a bit more context this is because I had the idea that a hornblower story based in 'the steadfast tin soldier' would be interesting #so here we've got pewter-cast model bush and paper theatre guy hornblower (and things are not going well for them!)#this one was an interesting challenge since I wanted bush to look like the metal was sort of melting out from under his paint #and then hornblower's paper hasn't quite caught alight yet but is starting to char at the very edges of him and where he's touching bush #both of them are much more complex designs than I'd originally been planning for (bush has got ball-and-socket joints and all...)#(the original original plan was that I would learn pewter casting and make him Real. as you can see I did not do that.)#but hey I'm pleased with how they turned out in the end! this took me three sharpe episodes to draw :|#(eleven episodes in and I think it made me weird in the head so I think I will slow down for the time being! too much riflery!)#aaaaaanyway. I don't know if I'll ever write anything about this idea so I'm releasing it into the wild if anyone else likes it #part of this was. an excuse to put some sequins on hornblower yes. fellow should sparkle a little more often!

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yutoxlab · 2 years

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Courtesy of @teeny-human's idea

#well there must be a reason that he left right?#I wonder if this has been done before #To save time I did quite a bit of tracing but it still took me really long to fix everything #I enjoyed the process tho #Btw it will be on my twitter too and pls do not re-post to the other sites qwq #the corinthian #the sandman #nanami kento #work is shit #jjk memes #jujutsu kaisen #I am supposed to be writing some research plan for my studies what am I doing-

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bumblingbabooshka · 7 months

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[TUVOKTOBER: Day 9] Ballet with the Captain.

#Tuvok #bea art tag #tuvoktober #Janeway would love doing a ballet recital if there was significant lore in the holonovel about the stakes and so forth #Tuvok does not want to do a ballet recital. He does not see how this is enjoyable.#Janeway canonically took dance lessons as a kid and Tuvok just seems like he would have too.#They were both forced to take piano (or its equivalent) and dance - and they both hated it at the time #But Tuvok stuck with lute & Janeway quit both to go on to other hobbies (she had/has a lot)#<- gets bored a bit easily and likes the excitement of a new challenge #Janeway...ok. I think she would make her romantic interest in this holonovel be:#A brilliant but sort of dismissive reporter who's an amazing writer but gets stuck doing pieces he has no passion for. And she draws his ey #bc she's so good at dancing and they have flirty banter where she shows him how dancing isn't boring or dumb and you KNOW she's putting in #scene where she like makes him dance in the rain or something. And he's graying despite only being a few years older.#The holonovel ends with him appreciating dance and writing an amazing article about the performance which she reads after #some sort of misunderstanding only to realize gasp! He really DID love her! And she opens the door but he's already there (he came to #apologize) oh Kath will you ever forgive me? of course...[kissing]#camera pans over to Tuvok who's like “=_= ...”#st voyager #st voyager fanart #also Janeway is a rose & Tuvok is an orchid

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lokisaved · 3 months

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The wildest thing about getting to take a photo with Tom is that it didn't feel quite real, like he wasn't a real person standing there in front of me that I was about to be right next to. I partially attribute that to how fast the line was going, but even if I had a bit more time to process, I surely would have felt the same: that a man whose life, basically, I had been following since 2013, was in the same room as me and I was mere feet away.

I was lightheaded in the moments prior to the photo, although whether due to being hungry and needed water or overwhelmed suddenly despite not feeling it before (and thrown off by the girl in front of me trying to hold a brief conversation and the crew trying to escort her away), I'm not sure. I do wonder how Tom feels about the whole thing, about how fast it went.

We greeted each other, I got to shake his hand (his hand really is big, much larger than I expected, yet when he shook mine, it didn't feel overwhelming, and he didn't crush me), he put his arm behind me and mine behind him (his coat was quite soft; my mom speculated it's a nice/fancy wool), we smiled, FLASH, I thanked him (I can't recall if he thanked me), and off I went.

While fast, definitely 100% worth it. I've never had the chance to go anywhere else he's been due to time and money, but this time, the stars aligned.

I was lucky enough to have enough income to be able to do that plus get better seating for the live show, which was also definitely worth it; I wasn't as close as I would have liked, but better than higher up—and the general seating filled up really fast, so much so that when it got delayed due to autographs (I get the sense they overbooked him, because he had to go BACK after it was done), they told us not to leave the theatre because so many people couldn't get in.

Anyway, I absolutely loved being able to hear him talk in person, and he told pretty much all new stories this time! At least, new to me, but I'm pretty sure most of them had not been told before, probably because the audience got to ask the questions (using a Google forms from the week before that was only open for twenty-four hours AND I MISSED—and they had apparently 84 questions?? Surely they could have left that open longer, then).

I really hope I get the opportunity to see him in person again in some form or fashion; i.e. I'd probably do an autograph, or if he's got enough live event, just pay for good seating for that. I don't know if I'll get so lucky a second time, and I will definitely cherish this for a long while.

#tom is probably one of the few people I'd pay this much money to see/interact with #aside from burt reynolds this is probably the highest caliber celebrity I've interacted with/been near #I don't know if tom wopat counts and im probably forgetting someone who isn't a singer from the 60s (peter noone)#megacon #megacon orlando #tom hiddleston #loki #we interrupt your regularly scheduled reblogging from 5 years ago for something completely unexpected #i will probably write this down in my journal but i reaaaalllly wanted to put this out there #idk if it'll go in the tag though lol whatever im not looking for a bunch of notes or anything #also despite tom being 6'2“ he didnt seem quite as tall as i expected and i attribute that to the fact #that i have a coworker who's six foot that ive been working with for 4 years come summer #so ive gotten used to it haha but he definitely was still tall #also i was wearing books with a bit of a heel so that took the edge off the height difference #*boots not books im not sure how i missed that #also also. his weekend look was much better than his friday look. also he looked very good in person 😌👌#it's strange now looking at old photos of him with his real hair and stubble and having a sort of cognitive dissonance #between that and what i saw yesterday 😆#my stuff

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ohitslen · 8 months

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You won’t believe this but ✨Chapter 8 of Easy to Care, Easy to Love is up as we speak✨

It is called “Eventualities” and I wonder Why That Is.

#wow this took me quite a while but you see i am an overall responsible student so what can you do #I struggle with horrible executive dysfunction so it took me particularly longer to finish my most urgent stuff so I could write for myself #so I got sick and unintentionally gave myself some free time #I wrote so I could relax a bit :) it’s a cute chapter!#I know last one wasn’t that nice. but this one is I prommy!#perhaps not in the way you’d expect. but it’s DELIGHTFUL #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction #easy to care.easy to love #lenssi writes #fanfiction

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stevethehairington · 4 months

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first book of 2024 = finished woooohoooo!!!!

#i read the abominable by dan simmons!#it was VERY good omg #started out exactly as i expected and then about 2/3rds of the way through it took QUITE a different turn than i expected it too!!!!#but it was SUCH an enjoyable read #like i could NOT put it down #its the first book ive read by dan simmons but i loved the way he writes so i am FULLY intending to read more of his stuff #in fact i have the terror on my bookshelf rn and i think that is going to be my next book!#(i will say tho i WAS a little bit bummed when there were no actual abominable creatures (yeti or otherwise) involved fjsjsks)#OH ALSO THE FRAMING NARRATIVE AT THE BEGINNING AND END!?! FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!!!!!#i will not lie he totally got me with it #i was FULLY convinced that part was actually true until i got to the last page of the book where the discussion questions were #and one of them was like 'how did the framing narrative work? did you believe it?' and i was like [surprised pikachu] fhsjska #there is SO much technical stuff about climbing and how that works and the tools and techniques involved #but omg its so easy to follow along and its SO incredibly fascinating to learn about!!!!#anyways i HIGHLY recommend this one!!!!#mack reads

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crescent-lockhart97 · 10 months

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Doki Doki Literature Club: Yandere!First Class Trio + Zack Imagine

inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club

warning: obsessive-possessive yandere behaviors, implied violence, mentions of blood

It's your first day in school and you're currently looking for clubs to join when you eventually come across one that piques your interest: the school's literature club.

Out of curiosity, you open the door to the club room only to accidentally interrupt an ongoing meeting. The people inside quickly turn their heads to look at you, the intruder. Realizing what you just did, you blush and apologize and are about to leave them alone when one of them comes bounding over to you: a tall yet cute boy with unusually spiky, jet-black hair and a scar on his face, who introduces himself to you as Zack.

Before you can even say anything, he's dragged you into the room and introduced you to the others. You notice they are all attractive as Zack: a suave yet reserved redhead named Genesis; a mature and gentle giant named Angeal; and lastly, the club's handsome yet aloof long-haired leader named Sephiroth.

Angeal and Genesis are just as quick as Zack to welcome you into the fold. Sephiroth, however, remains silent and barely acknowledges you. Although this saddens you at first, you quickly forget about it with Zack, Angeal, and Genesis interacting with you on the regular and making you feel welcomed.

You start attending club meetings, writing and sharing each other's heartfelt poems, and there you begin to notice recurring themes in their poems: Genesis often writes about a divine figure he calls "the goddess" and a journey of three men looking for her gift (you eventually find out that his inspiration is LOVELESS); Angeal mostly writes about dreams and honor, his hometown of Banora, and cooking; and Zack is fond of writing about friendship and becoming a hero.

However, it is usually Sephiroth's poems that shock you the most with how dark and somber they are: mostly centered on his abusive childhood and the lack of a maternal figure. 100% of the time everybody is left uncomfortable. (Thank Gaia Zack is there to lift the mood up!)

Before you can even stop yourself, you stand up from your seat and give Sephiroth a comforting pat on the back, surprising the others. He stiffens at your touch at first, but eventually relaxes and mutters a quiet "thank you."

Little do you know, this is when Sephiroth starts paying attention to you... 😈😈

Angeal has everybody's backs during break time: He always brings sweet treats and goodies that serve as effective pick-me-ups. (Zack just ends up consuming most of them, however.)

As time passes, the members become more and more fond of you to the point that their desires start taking a dark turn.

Zack is the first to fall for you, and he hides his darkness behind his veneer of cheerfulness and playful charm. You are slow to catch on at first, but you begin to notice his increasing cockiness and machismo, especially when he finds you interacting with other guys in the school. Overwhelmed by his changing behavior, you start making up excuses to get out of hanging out with him, opting to hang out with Genesis and Angeal instead. They are no better, unfortunately.

Glad that Zack is no longer hogging your time and attention, Genesis is pleased and starts inviting you on theater dates and buys LOVELESS tickets for the two of you. You grow to love both the poem and the play, and you and Genesis have intellectual discussions about it during break time.

Enjoying your blossoming bond, Genesis starts throwing subtle flirtations at you (comparing your beauty to "the goddess" of his poems) and ramping up the skinship between the two of you, which makes you flustered at first until you realize that he's gradually disregarding your boundaries and personal space.

You express your discomfort with his unnecessary touching, only for him to suddenly snap and accuse you of wanting other men to touch you instead. Horrified and hurt by his accusation, you abruptly cut him off.

With both Zack and Genesis on your "must avoid" list, you realize you can no longer stay in the club. You stop attending club meetings, not wanting to make everything awkward for everyone.

Missing your presence, Angeal reaches out to you. Compared to the other two, he is a lot less aggressive and much smarter in his approach. He starts inviting you over to his house to bake desserts with him (because hey, who can resist baking delicious treats?) and gives you advice on how to improve your culinary skills.

That's when he asks you why you've stopped attending meetings. Although you are initially reluctant to reveal the reason, there's something about Angeal that makes you trust him easily. Once you've finished telling him your predicament, he even offers to "scold" (read: beat them up, but you don't know this, ofc) Zack and Genesis for you. However, you reject the offer (but are grateful nonetheless). (He doesn't mind you not going back to the club, though, because that just means he won't have to share you with them.)

Having grown protective over you, Angeal begins accompanying you from school to your house (so he can find out where you live 💀💀). With the combined efforts of his mature disposition and his gentlemanly gestures, he succeeds in hiding his possessive nature and gaining your trust. Everything goes well with him until you start hearing rumors about a male student beating up other male students to near-death over a certain student.

You don't think much of it at first until one day, while waiting for Angeal to come out of the school premises so he could walk you home, you hear strange scuffling noises at some alley.

Curiosity eating away at you, you go and investigate. It is there that you find the shocking sight of blood-splattered Angeal holding up a male student by his collar, screaming at him to never look at you again. That is when your brain puts two and two together and concludes that he is the rumored assailant. Before Angeal can explain himself, you run away in fear.

You look behind you from time to time, trying to make sure that Angeal hasn't followed you home. Right when you're about to look forward, you end up colliding face-first into something hard, causing you to fall on your butt. Still in pain, you look up and see someone you never expected to see: Sephiroth.

He offers you a hand (something you didn't expect him to do) and you take it. He asks you why you were running and what you were running away from.

Teary-eyed, you spill everything to him, not just what you have witnessed but also his friends' increasingly strange and alarming behaviors. Sephiroth does not say anything, but you know he is listening with the way he is looking at you so intently.

Unable to hold back, you embrace him and sob into his neck. Still, he does not say anything; he just holds you and caresses your back.

Inside his mind, however, he is secretly plotting their deaths: for trying to steal you away from him and for putting you into immense stress. Ever since the day you tried to comfort him, he's been seeing you in a new light. Of course, being observant, he's not oblivious to the way his friends have been acting around you. However, unlike them, he decided to remain lowkey about his feelings.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been stalking you and sneaking into your house. In fact, he's even taken photos of you while you are asleep. In his notebook, he no longer writes about his lack of motherly love or his tumultuous childhood. His new subject is you.

He starts planning in secret: both the deaths of his rivals friends and how he'll finally claim you as his once and for all. While he's gotten a little closer to you, he still keeps you at arm's length (so you don't find out about his evil plans).

One day, Sephiroth tells you to come to the club room after class. You express your reluctance at having to come face to face with Zack, Genesis, and Angeal. However, he tells you not to worry about them and that "he'll take care of them."

If only you knew what he had meant by that...

Once you open the door, you are met by a sight that shakes you to the core and makes bile rise to your throat.

On the floor are the bloodied and battered bodies of Zack, Genesis, and Angeal.

Before you can react, you feel something hard hit the back of your head, knocking you out immediately.

You wake up with a pounding headache. Uncomfortable with your position, you try to adjust, only to find out that your body has been bound to a chair. Panicking, you try to wiggle free from your restraints, only for a baritone voice to tell you, "Stop struggling. It's useless."

Looking forward, you see Sephiroth sitting in front of you, his beautiful face bathed in blood and his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. The only thing separating both of you is a wooden desk.

Realizing what he has done, you start screaming and crying, questioning him about what he has done. Your outburst does little to faze him, however. He simply reaches out and gently grabs your chin, compelling you to look at him.

Sephiroth starts explaining everything: how he fell for you, how he felt revolted by the sight of his friends trying to woo you, and how he planned their deaths as a way of "protecting you." He even reads to you the few poems he has written with you in mind.

You can only weep in your spot as you listen to his deranged ramblings. Nonetheless, Sephiroth doesn't mind, for he finds beauty in your fear.

With his three friends now out of the way, there's just him.

Just Sephiroth.

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toribookworm22 · 6 months

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You may have noticed that I accidentally skipped out on WBW today. I kinda had a wild ride of a day. Not bad, just... a time.

Sooooo, here's my updated post schedule:

Thursday - WBW delayed

Friday - clean out day

Saturday - STS

Sunday - Art Blogs

#bookworm updates #tentative post schedule #yall i got four hours of sleep last night #then i took a nap between classes and had an absolutely realistically terrifying nightmare #and ive also done quite a bit of homework including writing nine pages of my screenplay #so yeah #a time #🙃#bookworming

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swede · 8 months

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hmm…

aster of the fae

- stolen by a human as a young faerie during a great war the kingdom once had against the fae

- raised in seclusion by a gentle, loving mother who wholeheartedly believes in magic and has never tried to snuff out her light

- no father. none. bye.

- kept away from all people as means of protection

- one of the only few surviving fae from the war, she is unaware if any of her kind are left. she has never seen another faerie

- lives in a little cottage at the edge of the woods. lots of baskets and berries and cotton dresses and goats and bunnies and stuff

- eventually her mother ages and dies. WAH WAH

- left completely to her own devices she sets out into the world. she is well aware of what she is and she has somewhat harnessed her powers in healing and controlling nature

- she is easily swarmed by humans and they are fascinated by her. she is brought before a new king, a great-grandson of the previous king who started the war

- she is mistaken for a goddess and worshipped as such, placed on a pedestal she does not want and didn’t ask for

- lives in the palace for several decades. centuries maybe? never grows old etc etc and because of this the belief in her is only strengthened

- her story devolves into myth, into legend, she can be found in ancient script and scrolls

- she eventually runs away. there’s an uproar. crops begin to die and the kingdom is turned into a realm of forever winter. it never recovers in her absence

- the kingdom is frozen in time. it remains there to modern day. ashamed of the damage she’s done, she places a spell on the kingdom in order to hide it from other humans. it is empty and desolate.

- OPTION 1: she haunts the kingdom and stays there forever in order to try to undo what she has done to this land

- OPTION 2: she explores the world and makes it to modern day, still seeking her own kind wherever she goes

#non-rp blogs dni.#oc ramblings/ideas below the cut…#idk. i need to focus on the blogs i have but i’m rotating this in my head like a hotdog in a microwave #this is sort of a repurpose-ization of an old fae oc i had named aster of belyr #her story was more sinister and dark. unseelie fae #but this one is seelie #i took bits and pieces of various fairytales for inspo!!!!#i quite like it so far #the kingdom is yet unnamed but i’m sure i’ll find something #i’d have to do some world building to really solidify stuff #but. i have a face for her #ik what she looks like in my head #and ik how she acts and conducts herself and speech #so!#do we vibe at all??? is this worth a blog is what i’m asking #would y’all like and/or write w her…#terrified of bringing female ocs to tumblr #its marginally better writing a female canon but WOOWEE #anyw. i’m drinking a bit since no class tomorrow #so i’m gonna keep writing down ideas as i get them #may watch some movies for inspo #she’s like a weird funky combo of the last unicorn / sleeping beauty / snow white / frozen #spoiler: love will thaw the kingdom she needs to be loved and calmed down so she’s in more control #secret ice powers. she’s in control of every season #she’s the only fae left to see to the turning of the leaves #mmm…#tbd.

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idkanameatall · 1 year

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I need to work on schoolwork but my brain came up with a kickass HC ab how immortality works in my mechs au

#the duck quacks #yknow how theres a headcannon about how the mechanisms have *elritch energy* fused into them to cause the mechanisms immortality?#i took it a step further (and also applied lots of sorts of immortality for diff characters)#immortallity (which is basicly advanced regeneration/bringing back from dead/stop of aging) is caused by exposure to eldrith shit #altho it isnt completely immortality due to the fact said energy runs out after some time #it happens very slow but it will happenn #(Basic eldritch exposure is what happened to Lyf in my fic and caused their immortality)#vampires are also born from eldritch exposure. but its more like a disease spread through blood #vampires fangs can suck out blood or inject their own blood in thte victim #(injecting causes immortality)#the mechs are immortal due their mechanisms being exposed to eldritch materials before being used #(Jonny and Nastyas immortality is also a bit thru blood transfusion from doc carmillla (she didint figure out mechanizing fully yet))#also king cole was immortal due to the fact hed expose people to eldritch stuff for a bit and then eat them.#it wasnt the most effective but it extended his lifetime quite a bit!#I also have additional theories related to Briar Rose Loki Odin and Olympians for this fic #Briar rose is v dependent on said fics lore. Loki/Odin werent fully immortal but they did have a fuckton of exposure which did some stuff #and the olympians have the whole Sphinx disease going on which works a bit differently #(it is sorta a more sosphicicated way than king cole did but also way more complicated)#i might write a full fic about it someday from teh perspective of a researcher on immortality #(its already in the works coz i am doing way less on my schoolwork than i should)

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the-crow-binary · 9 months

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It's Mactor time. >:)

The context is that Mathias (pre-Elisabetha's death) somehow appeared in Dracula's castle (pre-CV3) and bonded quite a lot with Hector ( @beevean :3). Might be a little niche but eh, it makes at least two people happy <3 (beevean and me)

"Scar me."

Hector looked at his Lord with horror, as he took his hand and put it on his bare chest.

"Right here. On my heart." "My Lord, what are you…" "I need it, Hector."

He could never. He has been rough with him a few times, during their most passionnate moments, nothing that he didn't like. But hurting him to the point of leaving a permanent mark? Why would his Lord desire such a thing?

"Please…"

Mathias rest his forehead on Hector's shoulder, hiding his face from him.

"Why would you want that?" he asks, in the most gentle way he could mutter. "Because…"

The man paused. Has he ever looked as vulnerable? It didn't suit him.

"…Because I need to have a piece of you to bring home."

Hector felt a lump forming in his throat.

"It cannot be an object," Mathias continued before he could form a response, "I could lose it. Someone could steal it from me. I can't bear the thought... I don't want anything physical, but I don't want just words and memories either. Those can fade away, even the most precious ones… I need something that will forever be with me, something no one could ever take from me, not even myself. Not even time nor death. Even when I…"

He could not finish his sentence, but Hector guessed what he was thinking about. Who he was thinking about.

"…If this is your wish, then I will gladly grant it. But on one condition."

Mathias raised his head, and Hector let himself drown in his pitiful expression for a few seconds. Mathias was a man who knew to never betray any emotion, just like him. But, just like him... he had his moments of weakness -his moments of humanity-, that only a handful of people ever had the chance to witness.

He was honored to be one of them.

"I want you to scar me as well. It is only fair that if you leave with a piece of me… I keep a piece of you, too."

The tactician squeezed his arms, with a strenght that could almost stop Hector's blood from running. He never was so strong… Funny the effect despair can have on people.

"But your body… isn't it scarred enough?"

The Devil Forgemaster cracked a smile.

"Not until your mark joins the others. It will be the only one that matters, the only I will be able to look at with fondness, instead of disgust and shame... The only one to give me strenghth in my darkest times."

The grip on his arms lightened.

"But aren't some of those marks already caused by… me…? What if you end up hating the scar I made?"

Hector lay a soft kiss on his lips.

"It will never happen. All I care about is Mathias Cronqvist, the human. Not Dracula. He isn't you. And once you'll finally carve your love into my body... Then, I will be complete."

The older man sighed.

"God, Hector... Who taught you how to charm people like that…?"

.............

"Please, my Lord. Allow me to admire you in all your beauty."

Dracula took his protégé's hand and kissed it's back. Hector let him do, though it made him feel no better than a puppet to be played with. Things have not been the same since Mathias went away. Back to his own era, with his own... He wiped out the thought.

"How could I say no to you? Go ahead."

That's all he needed. Slowly, Hector moved his hands. He undressed his master, starting by the top, ignoring as much as possible his oppressing gaze. When his chest was mostly freed, he allowed himself to caress the cold skin. The flesh was clean, perfectly smooth. No matter how much Hector looked, how much he searched for the feeling of an old wound under his fingers, there was nothing he could find.

It was true, then. Mathias has long been gone... No, it was worse than that. The monster currently above him has never been his Mathias.

His new scar itched.

#so anyway i love them #:)#i was just having Thoughts and I shared said Thoughts with beevean who then wanted me to share the Thoughts with tumblr #Mactor. The unexpected but very welcomed OTP <3 #(it's just her blorbo x my blorbo lmao)#anyway #mactor #hecula #(a tiny bit)#castlevania #crow binary writes #vlad dracula tepes #mathias cronqvist #hector castlevania #I ended up changing/adding quite a few things compared to the DMs version but eh #the last part is what took me the longest to edit lol

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for the ask game, not sure what you would do with this prompt but i'm curious anyway!

16. “You don’t have a choice.”

Oh my! I wasn't sure either for a while there! Sorry about the long wait (even by my standards)! But I came up with a decent idea in the end, so here we go!

(TW: Just some somewhat graphic death threats, choking imagery, and mild blood. Nothing too dark here for this one, because I was more in the mood for something humorous. Also, Maiden getting too into her worldbuilding, even by her standards.)

It was a little embarrassing, in Tenkai's humble opinion, to get so absorbed in their grumbling over misplaced things on the shelves that it took them until the knife at the back of their throat presses in for them to realize it was even there.

They raise their arms up, "Not even gonna bother by the spell card rules?"

"And put myself at a disadvantage? Why would I do that?"

Ah, they recognize that voice. So they've been ambushed by that scoundrel? Well, it was only a matter of time before they got the bright idea to try picking on them. This was gonna be fun.

"Ah, the Black Shitodo has finally decided to threaten me? Remaining a scoundrel I see," Tenkai can't help but smirk as the knife presses a little further into their neck, "Still 'accquaintances' with Saragimaru there?"

"I don't exist." And the snake is here too then. This oughta make their week.

"Shut up and keep watch," Kuroji's attention turns back to Tenkai, "Now Zuifeng, if you don't comply, no amount of danmaku will help against a simple knife. You'll-"

"I'll be nothing but a mere corpse on the floor? Have the snakes been rubbing off on you or something? You can't even be creative in how you're gonna kill me like Orochin usually gets!"

"...?!" Speaking of snakes, that must've got Saragimaru's gears turning. This'll make screwing with these scoundrels extra fun.

"Unlike Yaorochi, you'll find that I prefer much more simple measures of murder. So do you truly want to test me?"

Ouch. And now there's some blood gushing out from where Kuroji pricked them, making their point. They let out a nervous chuckle, "Geez, not gonna even give me the illusion of free choice?"

"You don't have a choice."

They gathered that much. But confirmation is always nice.

Tenkai takes a step forward, not quite sure what direction they wanted them to go in yet, "So what are you guys after this time? Money? Powerful artifacts? My pride?"

"Knowledge, actually," the scoundrel answers with a light hum, "Sources say Azumaterasu has a rare book cataloguing the Senri family line all the way back to the very first priest of Mugenri."

"And by sources you mean some poor village historian you extorted that information out of."

"He didn't even try to fight back. Just gave in begging for his wealth to be spared," Saragimaru grumbles, confirming what they already knew.

Tenkai was even pretty sure they knew who that someone was. Always was a snivelling coward. How anyone could've entrusted him with such important information is beyond them.

But even so...Ooh, this was definitely going to be fun!

They bite down a mischievous grin, "Let me guess, trying to one-up the current priest? I never knew you had any sort of interest in history!"

"I don't," A low growl hisses in their ear, "I simply see the value in learning all I can about this world. The rarer information I know? The more of a bargain it will be, if you know what I mean..."

"And to make that worthless priest they won't shut up about jealous. Or something." They can just hear Saragimaru shrugging.

Tenkai suppresses a loud chuckle at Kuroji's annoyed shout. Oh, make no mistake, it would be awful if they got ahold of it. The untold havoc that scoundrel would wreck simply by having one of the most important pieces of documentation the Senri clan ever entrusted to their family cannot be underestimated. And their superiors would have their head. That too.

But that implies they plan on letting them get ahold of it in the first place.

"Can't let ya pass on that one," they exclaim, trying to sound at least a little worried, "Even if I wanted to, that book is under lock and key. Sorry!"

"Allow me to repeat myself, just this once: You don't have a choice in this."

"Or what? You'd actually slit my throat? I mean, you are a scoundrel, so..."

And there's the knife drawing blood again. Ouch.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I would. So start marching."

Tenkai obeys, legs automatic, "Sheesh! Someone needs to learn better manners!"

"Don't you know manners and this scoundrel don't mix? Not that you would know much more about manners yourself."

Tenkai can only click their tongue at that. Tsurubami would've been proud.

Kuroji drags them deeper into the bowels of the shop. The "Employees Only" scroll on the door was cheerfully ignored, and they were taken in and out of various rooms in less a sinister waltz and more a clueless stumble. They even start making low growls as the charade goes on. They oughta be glad Tenkai was left to their own devices (miraculously) today, otherwise they would be very, very dead right about the second room. Maybe the third if they want to be generous.

Oh, make no mistake, their superiors are gonna be pissed if they find out Kuroji decided to break into Azumaterasu, and at them especially if they find them compromised like this. The aftermath would not be pleasant if they get caught.

But then again... it's been a good while since someone tried to knock those arrogant asses down a peg. So why not give them a little helping hand, by a certain definition?

The dizzying constant shifting of their surroundings only stops when a loud crack rings out, causing both of them to look in its direction.

...Oh darn, the snake knows a thing or two about picking apart barriers. Not much, clearly, as Tenkai can easily bypass that particular barrier without busting it so loudly, but they did know how to destabilize the inscriptions at the very least.

Saragimaru turn to look at them, the blue glow at their fingertips fading away, "...Found it."

And by the grin returning to Kuroji's face, it seems Tenkai's reaction had given it away.

"Oh my oh my Saragimaru, how did you ever know the entrance was right there?"

"The melon took me into this very room when we met the first time. Something about the inscription working best in that room... though they were lying so..."

Saragimaru fixes them with a harsh glare. Tenkai can only give a half-hearted shrug, unapologetic, "So you can remember how to break the barrier like I showed you, but can't keep track of prices. Suits ya pretty well if you ask me~!"

"...! Why I oughta-"

"Put the sword down. We still need them to bypass whatever traps these old farts put in order to gatekeep us."

Saragimaru lets out a loud groan as they sheathe their kodachi, their jaw clenched. Kuroji hums in their ear a moment later, "But don't worry! Once they disable all the traps it should be perfectly alright to take care of them then!"

... Okay, now this is just downright hilarious. Last time they got held at swordpoint, the youkai were all cheerfully talking about dismembering them once they served their purpose. These guys are just being more polite about it!

Needless to say, Tenkai bursted out laughing. As if these two could ever be the death of them! They kept laughing as they were ushered through the library doorway and down the stairs.

It wasn't until their laughter became full blown wheezing that they were asked by their current captor, "...What's so funny?"

"You..." They wipe a tear from their eye, less walking down the steps and more skipping down them, "...You plan to kill me once I've outlived my usefulness. Are you sure you won't consider a career as a comedian?"

Judging by the low hiss, like a little bird trying to sound bigger than it really is, Kuroji was making, they weren't too impressed by their wit. The knife presses into their back, forcing them down two at a time.

"...Huh. I now see why you want to kill them. All this time I thought I was craving bread, not blood."

"I told you they were better off dead!" Their eyes bore into them from behind, "So don't tempt me! I will if I have to, consequences be damned!"

"Bloodthirsty now, I see?" Tenkai snickers, "See what I mean? Utterly hilarious! Seriously, both of you might have a future in comedy!"

"Shut up..." They both mutter in unison. That will probably be the first and last time they ever agree on something, to boot.

Tsurubami would definitely be proud. They've come a long way since...

Their feet touch down on smooth stone. They swallow hard, knowing where they are and what they'll have to do.

"March," Kuroji whispers in their ear. The knife digs into their back, and Tenkai obeys.

Tenkai roams the long corridors of books and scrolls, one foot firmly in front of the other. They knew exactly where the book in question is. Tsurubami had quite a few suggestions for it when they stole that very book the third time they met. Their superiors didn't know it, but they had gleefully heeded their suggestions.

Not that Kuroji knows that. Nor do they intend to let them know and ruin their fun.

Tenkai guided the scoundrels over to the bookcase in question. The one at the very back, the oldest and mustiest.

Oh, and the only one concealed behind a very obvious and visible barrier. Can't forget that part!

"...So what happens if you touch that barrier there?" Saragimaru asks.

"You rapidly age as your future death plays out right before your eyes."

"Even to the ageless...?"

"Then just the vision of your future death," Tenkai smiles as a loud sigh rolls by their ears.

Okay, they've never actually seen what happens when an actual intruder like these two tries to touch that barrier in question before. They do remember only getting a small shock as a kid when curiosity got the better of them though. One of their...more overdramatic caretakers did spin that story to scare them away, so perhaps there's a grain of truth in it?

Not that it really mattered. They aren't hearing any protests from them, that's for sure.

"Well I happen to like being the age I'm at," Kuroji huffs, "So...? Are you going to grab the book or not? Because if you're not, I presume you know-"

"You'll slit my throat and then leave me to bleed out and die. Yadda yadda yadda," Tenkai rolls their eyes, "If you're gonna actually go ahead and kill me, at least do something more fun than a simple knife to the throat."

"Believe me, the possibilities for me killing both of you are endless if I had it my way," Saragimaru deadpans, as if they actually had the power to follow up on that particular threat.

"I'm well aware. You've told me plenty of them already," Kuroji sounds way too chipper when refuting their wayward servant in Tenkai's opinion, "But unless you would rather be the one to try and break that barrier there, I would -"

"I lost the right to share my opinion. Got it," The butt of a wooden pole jabs against Tenkai's back, making them take a step forward, "...Hey melon, if you find a way to throw this scoundrel into that barrier, please do. Preferably at once."

A huff, "Ignore them. Try that and I'll show you 'creative'."

"I make no promises!" Tenkai grins, flexing their fingers, warming up with power, as they strut towards the barrier.

In theory, this barrier, designed to keep important books under lock and key (and far away from the nose of their least favorite apprentice), is one of the sturdiest, most complex constructs second to only the Great Barrier itself. It contains dozens of inscriptions, and many riddles to keep intruders (and certain smart alecks) from easily confusing and breaking it. Few should be able to access it without an elder's say so.

Keyword: should.

In practice, this barrier was merely further proof that their superiors have never actually fashioned a complicated barrier in their lives. Perhaps it was Tenkai's genius getting the better of them, but this barrier was about as complex as the one on their safe box of gag gifts ill fitting for someone like them to hold onto. It does it's job against one who knows jack about breaking barriers, but only serves as a fun puzzle for a professional barrier breaker.

Tenkai just so happened to be one such professional barrier breaker.

The runic inscriptions light up with a quick swipe over the barrier's surface. Glowing orange fingertips scrawl over it, seeking out the vaguest, frailest sentences.

...Found one.

A twisted grin sprung to Tenkai's face as they began to pour all their energy into it. The inscription glowed brighter and brighter, until it was almost blinding. And then, right before this section could crack, disabled, under the pressure, they let up.

They then reach inside the glowing section of barrier, and yank the target book out.

"You insult me," They huff as their handiwork fades, leaving the barrier like it was never touched, "I could break barriers like that in my sleep."

"...All you did was reach through the barrier and make the room smell like melons," Saragimaru pinches their nose, "You less broke the barrier and more bypassed it."

"And alert my bosses that they were being robbed the moment it shatters? You really ought to be thanking me for not blowing your cover!" They let out a small chuckle at Kuroji's low growl, "Breaking barriers is child's play. Now bypassing barriers? That's a completely different skillset! I put in all this hard work for you guys, and you're too greedy to even thank me?"

"The book. Now." Considering the knife now back at their throat, they guessed so. Kuroji is, at least. Saragimaru is more easily manipulated than greedy.

But nevertheless, Tenkai deposited the book into Kuroji's waiting hand, whistling a small tune as they cast their glance at a nearby bookshelf. It immediately vanishes into their electric purple jacket, never to be seen again.

"Thank you. Cooperating wasn't so bad, was it? Less painful," Kuroji's focus turns to Saragimaru, "Now tie up this loose end here. We don't need all of Azumaterasu coming down on our heads, now do we?"

"On your head. This feels a little too easy, knowing Tenkai Zuifeng. Don't you think they got something else up their sleeve? And don't mix me up in the consequences of your own actions!"

"Oh no, they'd definitely come after you too," Tenkai clasps their hands together, doing their best imitation of the grin Tsurubami typically wore when about to discipline troublemakers, "An excuse to go after one of the last remnants of Yamata-no-Orochi's lineage? It would be a crime to let it go to waste! And then both of your families for good measure! ...Just speaking from personal experience here."

They conveniently left out the time they went after Tsurubami once, for the exact same crime by raw coincidence. They were pretty sure Saragimaru and their beloved Yaorochi would be able to keep their hubris unscathed (unfortunately). Now Kuroji? ...A little more debatable. But that scoundrel's upset worse people before and their superiors are all old farts, so who knows?

It did the trick though. Saragimaru's eyes widened a little, "They'd go after Yaorochi-sama?"

"Loose end. Tie it up," Kuroji deadpans, their gaze flitting between Tenkai, Saragimaru, and the room all around them."

"So I can finally kill this obnoxious melon?" Saragimaru's voice lightens notably, a fang nicking their lip as they bite it.

"Tempting, but no. Leaving a body behind is the exact opposite of a clean break-in. You're going to tie their tongue up so they can't say we were here."

They put their naginata back in its sheathe, restrapping it to their back, "Ugh...Why do I always have to cast the curses? You can cast them too. I've seen you do it."

"...Because your curses are more effective, obviously," Kuroji's gaze turns back to Tenkai, nostrils flared.

"Translation: They can't cast magic like you and I can there, Saragimaru," Tenkai jeers, snorting at the death glare Kuroji then gives them.

"I mean, we all know that...I was just wondering why they weren't gearing up to-"

"Shut. Up. Both of you. You've lost the right to speak," They turn their back towards Tenkai, "Now curse them. Then let's get out of here."

"... Yes Your Excellency," Saragimaru grumbles, stepping towards Tenkai. A blue glow, like rainwater, emits from their fingertips, ominously pressing closer and closer to them.

Or at least, it would've been ominous if they haven't been so desensitized to the dark side of magic. Thanks Tsurubami.

"Sheesh, you guys are so mean! Can't take a little joke or-"

The glowing blue hand closes in around their throat, "Shut. Up."

Tenkai suddenly felt like they were choking on something. They tried to laugh through the pain of talons digging into their nape, but every sound they tried to make sounded garbled. A small white cloud puffs from their mouth, like breath on a cold winter day. Saragimaru's teeth gnash together, and soon enough Tenkai's throat felt clogged with them.

They gargle, clouds bursting from their mouth in a rapid stream like bubbles, purging their tongue of what occurred in this library. And then, just like that, it was all over and the magic all dissipated, their windpipe clearing of misplaced weather.

Saragimaru lets go, the glow of their magic fading, and Tenkai's body drops to the floor with a thud, as if they had dropped them. Air flows through their lungs like sand, black spots dancing in the corners of their vision as they watch their tail sway gently from side to side.

"There. If they say anything about our robbery and hostage taking, the heavens shall rob them of the ability to speak the truth. ...Poor thing, I'd feel bad if it wasn't for them being Tenkai Zuifeng..."

"Good enough. We got all that we need, so let's leave them here."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? People are going to know someone was here once they notice your stupid book is missing..."

"But will they be able to tell it was us specifically? Besides, it's not like we can't pin this on Tsubakura when all is said and done. They say the Senri priest has some kind of right to this book, don't they?"

"I thought this whole pointless excursion was to make that dumb priest you are so obsessed with jealous. Blaming them for your crime sounds very counter-intuitive."

"And that's enough out of you. Let's make our exit while this place is still clear of those elders we're supposed to fear."

"...Did I actually curse the right person?"

"Oh you're such a tease! Didn't you know my body can be just as loose as my lips?"

"Ugh..."

Tenkai clamours to their knees, watching the scoundrels march up the stairs, bickering all the way there. Right as they both reached the top, Kuroji whirls around, and tips their hat to them.

Then, the scoundrel and their swordsnake vanish.

Tenkai pushes themself to their feet, coughing up one more cloud as the curse rolls around their throat and onto their tongue, tasting of smog. It was a pretty unpleasant feeling actually, but Tenkai has been under enough of these sorts of curses to know a strong one from a weak one. And if Saragimaru really wanted them to shut up, they'd be coughing up clouds and hail for weeks on end for daring to think of the forbidden object in question.

It would also be much harder to unravel than this, going by the magical handiwork now decorating their throat and along their chin. Though going by their few unpleasant encounters with that scoundrel, that wrench in their plans was well deserved.

Not as good as the one Tenkai threw though. They can't wait to see the look on Kuroji's face when they realize they handed up a rulebook instead of the history book they were actually after.

Tenkai wobbles over to the bookcase off to the side. They pluck a certain book off the shelf, and with a wave of their hand, the barrier vanishes, revealing A Brief History of the Senri Clan in all its musty glory.

(It hasn't been updated since the fifth priest before the current ones. Tsurubami had ranted to them long and hard about that once they finally got their hands on the book.)

Like Tsurubami had suggested a long, long time ago, Tenkai had the book swapped out for a conveniently dense decoy, disguising both with a cloaking barrier as the other. Not even their superiors had figured out the swap, but that won't last much longer once someone finally realizes they're missing a book or two.

Especially not after Kuroji's plan blows up in their face and they inevitably throw caution to the wind over it. Tenkai can just picture their rage now. The way their cheeks puff up and turn red when angered had always made them snicker.

They blow the dust off the cover before tucking it under their arm. Oh, they couldn't wait until their little prank is discovered. People like those two are way more fun to manipulate than some of the other idiots that occasionally try to make use of them. It's going to be great.

But right now...What exactly should they do? Their superiors are going to be pissed either way, even though they have dozens of those bloated rulebooks lying around in here. Should they put this book back and let sleeping dogs lie for a little while? Hm...

Their attention turns to the old forbidden bookcase it should be on. A smirk plays at their lips.

Perhaps the scoundrels can serve one more use to them after all? They may not know it yet, but they've already humiliated their superiors once today with their crime. What's a little more to teach those hags a well overdue lesson?

...Tsurubami would definitely be cackling at what they've done if they were still here. They'll definitely have to tell them about this when they meet again.

#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en #len'en project #len'en fanfiction #tenkai zuifeng #kuroji shitodo #adagumo no saragimaru #(tsurubami is mentioned quite a bit here)#(because Tenkai)#(but I'm not tagging them lol)#Seriously I'm really sorry this took so long!#This thing was a complete asshole to finish #Ideas would not flow for a while there lol #I wanted to try something new #(and keep from pigeonholing myself)#and decided to flex my skills at comedy #not sure how funny this actually is #but I gave it my best shot!#...and got a little too into my worldbuilding again (Oops!)#the magic imagery was fun though #and hey! Kuroji finally got to be a bitch in a fic I wrote! Hooray!#Victory all around!#(Even if they didn't win)#(but they don't know that lol)#tw death threats #tw choking #(more imagery than actual but still)#gratuitous worldbuilding #a scoundrel and their swordsnake (slaver team)#the old dictators (tsurubami & tenkai)

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