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ariadne-mouse · 2 months ago
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UNEND Episode 5, Hollow: mica cave Mouth perfec t size for put Ship in to d\ock! inside very Soft and Comfort ship very safe put ship in mica cave. Put Ship In Mica Cave. no problems ever in mica cave because good Shape and Support for ship crew weak of lung from sharp mica shards. a mica Cave yes a place for a ship put Ship in mica cave can trust cave for giveing good enrichment to ship crew and keep savfe Ship. friend cave
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crimson-phantom-designs · 2 years ago
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shopwitchvamp · 8 months ago
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The planets or whatever when they put my astrological chart together:
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sparkedfirez · 4 months ago
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Two of Four
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Breach is a modern AU, mostly off the string. Signet here DOES have a can, but isn't there often, and Pebbles straight up does not have a can. These refs sheets are also minimal for a reason, because the height chart I'm gonna have with all four is gonna have so. So very much info.
For a little short bit, Sig is a technician and his can functions as a massive factory, while Pebbles is a faulty combat puppet who works as a lab assistant for Suns, who in turn is a medical facility.
This can only end well. :3
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elrohirtheneurodivergent · 23 days ago
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That moment when you notice your face making any sort of expressions and you immediately stop like, sorry I almost showed you the version of me that's not suffering in eternal neutrality, let me fix that real quick
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hzdtrees · 11 months ago
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Bat-tle
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aethernoise · 1 year ago
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the-second-moon · 2 days ago
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drafting more "younger dorian wrangles with the experience of kirkwall" stuff, now in things-are-getting-real act 2 edition
Hawke says, “Before we do that, I’ve just got to pop down and speak to the Arishok.”
Dorian scoffs. “Right. And I’m meeting the Grand Cleric for tea.”
Hawke just looks at him, oddly devoid of the usual retort.
“…What?” Dorian asks. “Were you not joking?”
“I was not,” Hawke says. “Sorry. Hard to tell with me sometimes. I’m told it’s because I say everything in this particular tone of voice.”
Dorian splutters with disbelief. “You’re meeting with the Arishok? You! Casually!”
“Now, is it really so odd he’d want to spend time with me? I’m extremely fun to be around.”
“I was not given to understand that qunari prioritize the concept of fun.”
“That one was an actual joke,” Hawke says. “No, I got wrapped up in some silly matter involving the qunari and that made the Arishok aware of me. Now he’s begun to ask for me at times. It seems that me keeping him apprised of local happenings makes him slightly less likely to lose his temper and go on a rampage through Docktown—or that is the hope, at least.”
Dorian can hardly process this information; he is still trying to fathom the mere concept. “You deliver information to the qunari,” he repeats. “Hawke, do you not understand who you’re dealing with? Do you realize what they would do to you if they could?”
Hawke furrows his brow. “Make me join the Qun? I doubt that would work out well for anyone… and it's not in my plans. I’m just trying to keep a handle on the situation.”
“You are a mage! Those superstitious barbarians would chain you and sew your mouth shut if they found that out. And you treat with them as if they are rational!”
Hawke laughs easily, though there’s something cold in its rebuff. “Dorian. Try to remember that I didn’t grow up in Tevinter.”
“Yes, that is quite evident. If you had, you’d have seen what bloody invasions the qunari have waged up north. You’d know exactly the kind of violence those brutes would—”
“I meant,” Hawke cuts in, “when it comes to ‘treating with’ people who see me as a dangerous threat, I for one have never had the luxury of doing otherwise.”
This briefly derails Dorian’s tirade. He snaps his mouth shut.
Hawke continues, “As for ‘rational’—well! You’ve met the people around here. How much of an option do you expect that is?”
“It’s different,” Dorian says. “That is quite different.”
“Is it, though?” Hawke asks. “It’s all a matter of survival. Besides, there’s a risk to the whole city if things break down between the Arishok and the Viscount. If I can be a minor obstacle on the way to that seemingly inevitable disaster, then of course I will do it as long as possible. Isn’t that reality more important than any abstract principle?”
“Maker’s sake, Hawke, it is not abstract! The risk to yourself is all too real. The more visible you are, the more of a target you become—you taught me that yourself! And now you would wade into this position of incalculable danger for—for what? A city that would cage you and a people that would destroy you. What would possibly make any part of that your responsibility?”
Hawke shrugs. “Nothing, really. But I don’t see anyone else doing it.”
“Hawke,” Dorian says, now sounding slightly desperate. “You are beginning to worry me.”
Hawke laughs aloud. “Beginning to? Just now? You must not be very observant.”
“I am being serious,” Dorian says. “The number of burdens you have heaped on your plate these last weeks is beginning to border on absurdity. You cannot have them all. There are some things that one single man simply cannot fix.”
The facade briefly drops from Hawke and he gives Dorian one straight look. There is a naked pain in his face, an agonizing level of exhaustion, that nearly makes Dorian take a step back.
“I am well aware of that,” Hawke says.
Dorian struggles with his tongue for a moment. “That was—I only meant—”
“I know what you meant,” Hawke says. “But what choice do I have? I can fight the impossible odds or give up to languish in despair like everyone else. That’s not a choice. I’ve come much too far to give in to despair now. I won’t. There must be some way through all of this, or what in the Maker’s name was any of it for?”
“I understand that,” Dorian says. “Truly, I do. But does that justify taking such risks? Surely there must be some middle ground.”
Hawke laughs again, his voice once more sounding light and easy, though Dorian is still too harrowed by the fleeting glimpse beyond Hawke’s mask to accept any of this as sincere. “Of course there’s no middle ground! You should know that already. That’s a luxury no one has in a place as fucked as this.”
(this is a sure-to-be-edited WIP snippet from a future chapter of bit of a shithole, a "young dorian winds up in kirkwall during da2" fic)
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musical-chan · 7 days ago
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Father of Time Chapter 87: The Incurable Illness
Link met a messenger on the way to the castle.  He wasn't planning on stopping but the man waved him down and very nearly got trampled for his efforts in getting the teen to see him.  Link pulled Epona up so hard that the horse raised on her hind legs and he murmured apologies to her while stroking her neck.  Within moments, he was off the mare's back and holding a hand out to the messenger sprawled on the ground, trying not to look as impatient as he felt.
"Sorry about that, I was in a hurry."
"No worries! I have a message for you!"   The man stood and pulled a simple tube out of his bag, setting it in the teen's hand in a hurry.  "From the princess.  Glad I caught you in time! No offense but I'm glad I don't have to go all the way to your house."
Link was already opening the tube and pulling out the parchment, not noticing how the man looked nervously towards the borders of the forest.  "Yeah, that's fine.  Thanks! Sorry I almost ran you over!"  And without another word, he vaulted back onto Epona's back, eyes still frantically consuming the words on the page. It was Zelda's handwriting, he was sure of it, so she must not be really dying. Or at least not on death's door right at this moment.  The ink still smudged under his fingers.
(Read the rest on AO3!)
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mermaidsirennikita · 3 months ago
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Any monsterfucker romances recs since Halloween is upon us?
I haven't read a ton of monster romance, but I'd recommend these"
Hollow by C.M. Nascosta seems like necessary Halloween reading for me. It's a two-story bind-up in which one of the stories involves Katrina falling for the headless horseman and looking for a way for them to be together... Kind of a dark way.... And the other of which is Ichabod Crane getting railed in a locker room by two headless horsemen. I am not kidd.
Then there's Nascosta's Run, Run Rabbit, my favorite things she's done, about werewolf lawyers fucking nasty because they hate each other and then falling in love by accident. This is VERY wolfy, and involves some shifted sex, which is why I'll include it under monsterfucking (which I see as something separate from like, normal paranormal romance that has more humanoid characters).
How to Marry a Marble Marquis by Nascosta is a historical monster romance in which the (human) heroine is trying to find a husband, and seeks help from a slutty gargoyle marquis who is totally fine with her using him to get off while he's sleeping (and also a statue), among other things. Historical romance girlies, this is for youuuu
A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor by Kathryn Moon is a polyamorous erotic historical monster romance. The heroine is a sex worker who takes on the job to sleep with monsters and keep them happy, but she ends up making a real relationship with... a handful of them. I think there's a sphynx, a vampire, a Jekyll/Hyde type, a gollum, an inviisble dude, and... I think that's it but I HONESTLY can't be sure. The Basilisk of Star Manor is set in the same world, but the heroine only handles one guy. A basilisk.
Bound to the Shadow Prince by Ruby Dixon is a fun fantasy romance in which the hero is a GIANT GARGOYLE THING. And also a virgin! The heroine is a princess who must fulfill this like, ancient rite thing by staying locked in a castle with him for... seven years, I wanna say? But then they get horny. As one does.
And then, if you are down for more conventional paranormals... Immortals After Dark has vampires, werewolves, ghosts, demons, witches, sorceresses, that one guy with wings, valkyries, succubi.... It's just got a lot. Lothaire awaits, people. Every romance reader has gotta read Lothaire. (Unless, you know, it would be harmful lol.) Come on now. Everyone says you've gotta read for the blood blowjob, but A Hunger Like No Other has a blood blowjob. Lothaire has a blood 69 lmao
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catman-draws · 4 months ago
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OH MY BOI
I forgot he was wet, and now he gonna get jumped
He's been wet and stuck in that cave for over a year...
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astro-b-o-y-d · 9 months ago
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Me when we go to throw out our Lunchables because of the recall/lead report but I ate them all last week
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oldwebmlp · 10 months ago
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From: https://web.archive.org/web/20041212013123fw_/http://lennon.csufresno.edu/~1batchick/Artwork.htm
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nottoonedin · 8 months ago
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W I P :)
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sksninja · 11 months ago
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Your magic item is a mirror. For some reason, the person holding this mirror can never see themselves. The family member who brought it into the family claims it was pulled out of a lake on a fishing trip.
... you know, actually... I might just have something like this in my tackle box...
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dykeferatu · 21 days ago
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my slight ocd tendencies are getting a little more. concerning lately
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