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Some pose studies of Ramattra and Zenyatta, a few days after the first sketch :] it took me so long to find the pose for Ram because I don't know how to look for things on the interwebs.

Also I kind of hated how I drew Ram here... I don't draw robots, these two are the only reason I started...

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blushing robots is my weakness im SORRY im weak and ime down bad

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Nathaniel Norwell - Witch Hunt 🔥

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29.10.23

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in the club freakin it in a sensitive style

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Opening my ko-fi for pay-what-want coms! Here you will be able to send ten dollar (USD) tips and your request you want me to work on!

The link to the carrd

the link to the ko-fi

This is open to sfw and nsfw

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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Fish, fish!

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Identity V New Costume Release

Wax Artists (Phillipe) S-Tier Costume and A-Tier Accessories Preview Poster

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Same anon. I feel like i may have mislead you. This is not a sexy edit audio. Its got more the vibe of POV. Your Richards disobedient discord kitten. But litteraly just open tiktok and search oh princess and youll find one

NOT THE DISCORD KITTEN dude Richard better be paying top dollar for that bhshshbshs this guy is so cringe we need to get rid of him

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Not a request, sorry. but have you heard that “oh princess “ audio on tiktok. It always makes me think of Richard, and especially the way you write him sometimes

Send me the link???? HELLO????

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PSA for fanfic writers

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stolen off instagram but i laughed so hard when i saw this

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The Dark Knight

For anon R (not putting your name here for internet safety) who wants to comfort Richard. Ngl it turned out different and one day I might make this a mini-chapter fic but... -looks at my other wips- haha sweats

Rated T | Warnings: none

The worst of it has passed, now only time can tell if the Red Knight will wake up. The other knights have left to retire for the knight, there is nothing they can do but… Leaving Mordred alone in his chambers after all those healers were in there trying to mend his wounds.

The silver knight did not offer you words of concern; nor did her wizard, Merlin, before leaving. Only the Drunken Knight, Agravain, remained by your side comforting you as best as he could— Sober too as he could not drink while his brother was fighting the dark poison from the claws of the beast they encountered.

“Dark Knight… (Name), please, you should rest.”

“No, I can't leave him.” You sound different. There is no coldness or monotone tone in your voice; it is shaken by fear. So you do care?

“... Alright… I will be outside. Wake me if there are any changes.” The blonde pets your shoulder, his single golden brown eye is gently looking at you. He is the only one who… Cares about Mordred, kin before brother-in-arms. You nod before he leaves you in the room.

There is no way the fever will break on its own, the dark magic used to create the beast was not made by the mage master, no, someone stronger than the mage they found— And put to the sword— Created that beast. Claws to pierce armor and poison flesh. You watch as the Red Knight struggles to breathe, sweating, head moving slightly as he is likely in the realm of dreams. Unpleasant dreams, the fae Dreamweavers must be struggling to ease him.

You slowly stand up, removing your armor that completely hides your identity from the others. Stripping yourself down to your tunic and trousers, you take deep breaths in and out.

You touch your heart and begin pulling out the dark power, it feeds on your pain— And your love. The others assume you, an oathbreaker and dark knight, your power is black magic, they are narrow-minded and will never understand the truth of the path you took.

It was your master, the dark power bringing to life your inner pain and love, that guided you. Your companion, you need it to help you save Mordred.

The dark magic becomes an orb of black, blues, and red; you wobble as it is a piece of you… You are going to save him but weaken yourself temporarily to do so.

When morning comes, the Drunken Knight awakes to himself being in the room and his body on the chair. He is confused as he swore he was sleeping inside— Wait, where are you!? Agravain gets up but Mordred grabs his hand, his brother breathing hard and holding his heart.

“It… Weighs…” It never has weight, he feels pain but he feels love… He has never felt the latter before!

“Your eye.” The blonde sits back in the chair to see the usual red and gold eyes, one has changed to a dark black with hints of purple. “It is… Dark.” The more he looks the more he realizes it looks like…

“Where is Sir (Name),” Mordred asks with a tight grip switching from hand to the forearm, “Where is the Dark Knight?”

“I… Brother, I do not know. They were here last night, and they aren't now. I just awoke.”

Mordred lets out a voice of frustration as tries to use his brother to get up from the bed.

“Sir Mordred!” The other knights and the king with her wizard enter last. The very sober Drunken Knight helps his brother sit up in the bed.

“They saved you.” Says the wizard, “You now share the weight of the shadowbringer.” Indifferent as usual in his tone.

“... It seems the fates favor you, Sir Mordred.” The silver knight, King of Knights, speaks, “I am grateful for your survival and hope your recovery is quick. We have found the true villain who had believed himself clever.”

No one is mentioning you. Both brothers are not happy about that.

“Thank you, my king.”

Where did you go?

Gawain, a man with dark skin and the second strongest knight— He is only second to the knight in his strength and compassion— Speaks when everyone leaves but the brothers. “The Dark Knight gave the King an earful this morning. They are currently outside in the training yard, they seem to be in a mood.”

“Thank God, I thought they ran off again.” Agravain honestly does hate how you come and go as you please, though you swore no oath or kneel to the King of Knights, you should at least say goodbye!

“I want to see them.” Mordred groans as he tries to get up.

“No, no, you need to rest, Mordred. They said they will remain until you have recovered.” Gawain says, “I must go, please rest and recover soon, brother” The last knight leaves and closes the door behind him.

Mordred scowls as cannot move with fatigue taking his strength, his brother places a hand over his shoulder causing him to look up.

“They are not leaving this time,” There is a creeping smile on his face, a mutual feeling of joy between them as you will not slip away into the night again, “Rest, we now have time before seeing the Dark Knight.”

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LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED