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zeep-xanflorp · 5 months
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just a request for the proshippers - if you make rickorty content can you please use the main tags even if it's not morty prime and rick c-137. if you only tag the versions of them that appear in your work (eg. rick x morticia, evil morty x rick prime) then they don't get filtered by ppl who exclude the general rickorty or rick sanchez/morty smith tags.
(i'm anti censorship. idc what you do but i don't want to see it. it's a genuine trigger.)
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antiquechatterbox · 1 month
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various things in various qualities variiuss veey bevyye ushs vgeyn
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ninthcurse · 4 months
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lovingly injecting you with a near-lethal dose of a paralytic agent so you won't be able to protest or move as i cut out your eye to make a nice new hole for me to fuck. nothing else says "i love you" like permanently filling your brain with nothing but me
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bloominglegumes · 11 months
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i lied in my last post i have more rung. i'm thinking about old doctors and being cared about when you're not needed and more robot hugs
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olliecoded · 4 months
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im actually really surprised how polarizing and controversial saltburn has been?? because it seems like the reason a lot of people really hate it is that it's a shallow, pretentious analysis of class and wealth and like. i agree. but i also don't think that the POINT of saltburn was class or social mobility or anything. i think the point of saltburn was an unflinchingly sincere portrayal of obsessive all-consuming desire and, rather than analyzing the movie through a strict lens of class relations or "eat the rich" aspirations, we should be analyzing it through a lens of toxic devotion (especially when it's queer). like saltburn is about the relationships it presents. i'm a little shocked that everyone thinks the main takeaway was what it said about class
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jonahmagnus · 30 days
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When Kris finally sees Gaster their gonna go "G-g-g-g-g-g-GASTER!!!" and leap into Susie's arms like scooby doo then the credits will roll and Ralsei will come out to the front and say "Wow.... that really was a delta rune" and shitty jpeg curtains will close over him and the game will boot you out and delete itself off your computer
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averageludwig · 7 months
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are you still taking rarepair requests? if so, zhannapauling! :D
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YES YES OFC I WAS WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO DRAW THEM!!!!!!!!!! I KEEP FORGETTING TO DRAW MY OWN OTPS??? I ABSOLUTELY ADORRRE THEMMM THEY HAD SUCH SUCH A CUTE DYNAMIC AND THEY WORK SO WELL FOR ME :3 ANYWAY anyway those r a bit rushed i was stimming lke crazy drawing those not even joking </3 they r so underrated and i hope i saw more of them
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lovesickeros · 29 days
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☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k
You are dying.
Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.
It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.
You will die.
"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."
A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.
"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."
They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.
"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."
Silence.
You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.
It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.
In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.
They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.
And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.
And alone, the cold remains.
Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.
But the cold remains, bathed in gold.
It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.
It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.
Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.
But you are yourself.
And you are where you belong.
They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.
All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.
One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.
Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#tsaritsa#“eros you left for a month again” yeah.................#anyway. posts tsaritsa fic and leaves#i kept it kinda vague but the fatui are all on your side. whether or not your actually the creator or not though..#now thats up for debate.#did they tamper w teyvat to kill the archons? to break the world to be remade in whatever image they see fit?#using you as the means of their end?#maybe you are the creator and they just saw an opportunity. maybe they are just devoted to you.#i just think lowkey villain au but specifically imposter au where the only ones who side w u r the fatui like OUGH#i love the fatui. them being the only ones 2 side w u is so tasty#prime material for angst bc the self doubt if the only ppl who believe u r the “villains”#a lot of this is just like. tsaritsa posting again though#the tsaritsa who loves so deeply yet cannot love#contradictions all the way down#she loves you but she cannot love you.#she loves you but she will put a dagger between your ribs. she loves you but she is incapable of love#tsaritsa the woman that u r ough#harbingers and their complex relations 2 love my beloved#smth smth tsaritsa seeing an opportunity to install a puppet “creator” which creates a separate imposter!au when the actual creator pops in#did i write this just 2 write tsaritsa being vague and Weird and horrifying and a horror and a lover and just a woman and#yeah :]#please talk 2 me abt the tsaritsa pleas epleas pleas eplease please please please p[lease please pleas
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32kills · 6 months
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ill also post this here smile
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spider-man-2o99 · 1 year
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individual stills of miguel Scampering on all fours and showing off his more distinct individual movement style (that he has because of his spider-man's Similar-but-still-distinctly-Weird-and-unique powers as compared to the more-graceful Others) so that i don't have 2 keep rewinding the clip(s) to see it. im REALLY excited to see him scuttling and skittering all over the place in the film just like he does in the comics-- and, like, seriously, Miguel Specifically being just. made Massive for some reason in his atsv design will never NOT be funny to me hes SO freakin Bouncy why did they Do That.
don't be Weird on my post or i'll kill you for real
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aroaceacacia · 1 month
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as a general point of etiquette i dont really think it's appropriate or helpful to make comments about hermitcraft when other mcyt communities are going through scandals or anything else of the sort. and i think people should not do that
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newgroundstier · 7 months
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its halloween month so i can draw the guy undead mode again. ignore that i also drew him when it wasnt halloween
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m-kyunie · 6 months
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marching forward through the Gates of Hell
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logan-the-artist · 5 months
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Hey!!!
Would it be alright to request Roman and Remus fighting over the TV remote? 😂
absolutely.
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solargeist · 2 months
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Oh oh if we're feeding Grian, I'd like to offer him a White Person Taco. (Don't want it to he too spicy for him!!!)
-Lunar (a white person who also can't handle spice)
omg right he's british he cannot handle spice ADJGKADJGK
i imagine Watchers can spawn food bc they know how it's made, like, every single component, i think if they offered him a taco he'd be genuinely impressed, like, its so much to remember.
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he's also a bit iffy about the meat.
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ittybittybumblebee · 1 month
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the plunge
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