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helluva-hazbins · 6 months ago
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@brokendreamscreation
//It’s a fossil cause he’s old af /JKJK X’D
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Present day Lu shaking his cane at you. Rueing you!
"Soul? Soul who? She's dead to me!"
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helluva-hazbins · 6 months ago
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A gasp. Hand over his chest, "I just may be offended...wait nope. Not when I know you're just upseeeet~ Don't worry, you can do more than look~."
Soul VC: “Judging by his height and snatched waist size, believe me, a bowl of cereal is probably all he can have~”
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shephardofthedamned · 7 months ago
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I was wondering why Heavy knew immediately what was going on when Zhanna showed him her ear necklace. Like, as far as I know Russians don't propose to each other using cut off ears, right? Sure, you could argue that Heavy lived with Soldier long enough that he realised what this was about cause he more or less knew this was something Soldier would pull.
But then I had an epiphany. Cause who else in the TF2 lore would be perfectly happy to receive random body parts as a gift?
That's right, Soldier proposed to Zhanna with a necklace made of ears because he was copying Heavy, & Heavy was giving Medic random body parts as gifts.
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dragonballnewstar · 7 days ago
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// Ahaaa....I'm awkwaaarrdd
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asriel20asi · 1 year ago
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Sun: Honeybee, you need to calm down!
Y/N: I am happy & hyper! Let me ride this feeling for a while! *Runs around due to caffeine and sugar*
Sun: *Looks to Moon for help*
Moon: *Pretending to sleep*
Y/N: *Annoying my friends on discord and social media with my hyper ass*
Eclipse: *Having tea party with plushies*
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coolauntlilith · 1 year ago
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So I finally watched Sense8. I regret not watching it sooner for a couple reasons. But I'm so glad I finally watched it.
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blue-eyed-banshee · 8 months ago
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So.... @tornsurvivors and I were talking regarding Plunderstorm,
If Sylvanas saw Jaina wearing ANY Of those plunderstorm buccaneer shirts, I can just imagine a total cartoon moment of blood spatter out of her nose. I feel as if I do not have to clarify as to why.
Sylvanas wouldn't hear the end of Velonara and Alina's torment upon her gay panic.
However, if it was her sister's witnessing her reaction, that's an entirely different thing. They would be teasing Sylvanas about it without mercy. Now, the way that I see it is that this could take place way after Sylvanas completing their penance.
Because God damn it. These two deserve love and half elven children.
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4oh4blognotfound · 7 months ago
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Restarting my fanfiction career with something I’ve never done before, smut. Plus it’s a fandom I’ve never written for before! I have seen a void for a certain type of fanfic and I have decided to fill it myself.
I’m absolutely dying but it’s fine. I haven’t written since middle school. ;;D;;
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faiththesinfulslayer · 8 months ago
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The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe
@malka-lisitsa
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timeguardians · 10 months ago
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Call Out My Name. I'll Be There
a Chicago Fire one shot: Violet Mikami X Sam Carver
Summary:
In the traumatic aftermath of Hawkin's death, can Violet allow herself to ever free-fall into love again? Is she ready to pursue a romance with a firehouse bombshell?
Will being bold pay off for Sam Carver or will he end up facing rejection.
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Sam Carver is an infernal distraction! Albeit a more smiley, gleeful menace than vengeful viperish sort. There's something alluring about those damnably deep sea-blue eyes. At first their ceaseless fathoms are aloof, a mere temptation, that can easily be glossed over. Then, with a more discerning stare, they become deceptively inviting and hopelessly warm. It is in staring that something occurs to Violet. A thought she desperately wishes to suppress, despite how electrifying it is. He is the wildcard that she never saw coming. A shot at love that she had never truly considered.
Sam, as irredeemable as he feels, can find himself lost. Helplessly tangled in a ball of ceaseless knots. For the first time, in what feels like an eternity, there is a stimulation greater than what the piney taste of alcohol can provide. It's her. His angel of mercy is vivacious, alive like the breath of Spring.
Violet's sheepish glances, the ones she cast in his direction before catching herself and diverting, send his heart into a dizzyingly frantic frenzy. What keeps her pushing away? Was he so undesirable? Had he audibly mentioned something she found appalling?
A pinch of shame coils through Carver as Violet occupies herself once more instead of joining him at his table. In truth, he had chased Cap out of that damnably vacated seat opposite him.
Sam yearned for this shared time with a quieted sense of desperation. This time after shift, when she'd allow tension-riddled lips to unfurl into a glorious grin. A grin she would cast towards him. When she'd sit next to him. For a solitary moment, he could almost pretend to be whole, instead of the fractured soul he knew he was. He feels a deepening ache spiderweb palpably, branching out through his arms till it hits his curling fingers. What had he done? The thought blazes through his mind like a flashover, searing and suffocating.
Carver's presence is tantalizingly magnetic. The minute she enters Molly's, Violet's eyes instantly seek him out amongst the familiar brood of faces. The doleful dark orbs pursue him the way they once had Evan. And then it comes colliding back like a ferocious tidal wave, that crippling, clawing of razor-sharp guilt. Within seconds, her heart is in shredded tatters again. It's shallow thrum becomes agonizing.
How could she ever move on? Violet can't. Not now. If Sam gave her one of his patented empathetic glances, she might melt. She might liquify into his sturdy, capable arms of his. How shameful would that be? For her to put her beloved Evan in the rearview mirror so casually? Wouldn't it be better to shut that wantonly feeling part of her down?
Delving into wedding planning is just the diversion she requires. Hurried are her steps as she moves to leave. A month doesn't leave her with nearly enough time to finish all the things she must as the newly crowned Maid of Honor. She intends to depart from Molly's in order to inspect a place that Cap had recommended for a bachelorette party. She knows Sylvie has incredibly high standards. Standards she can't meet if she's preoccupied with Sam Carver.
"Can we talk?" A masculine voice, so sweet, and so honeyed beckoned. For the inkling of a breath, Violet wished there hadn't been the vaguest semblance of familiarity carried by every syllable. She swallows down a thick sense of dread as she turns, turns to him the object of incessant strife and even more pining.
Violet's exhale grows rigid as he reaches for her. His strong fingers gingerly anchor around her porcelain wrist. "Sure. What is it?" She manages to amble out, her whirling mind taking a few seconds too long to catch up to her mouth.
He laxes his grip as she willingly decides to delay whatever errand had her in such haste. Carver feels his shoulders crumble, just a hair. Her tone was every bit as amicable as it had been at the firehouse and yet, his intestines seem to coldly coil. "Have I," he starts, courage fleeting as his heart begins to drum more fiercely. "Have I said or done something to offend you?" Carver manages to breathlessly blurt out.
Violet recoils slightly. Jilting in the faintest fashion, as if scalded when reaching into an oven to retrieve a snack she forgot was hot. That is nothing in the ballpark of what she had anticipated to hear. "What?" Oh, how silly the questioning word sounded when it landed upon the shell of her ears. Her tongue wets the parched curve of her lip and readies with more intelligible speech when he patiently interjects.
"I feel like I should apologize. I'm just not sure what I'd be apologizing for." Sam manages, his hands raising into a gesture he hopes would be perceived as placating.
"I- I don't understand." Violet murmurs. Her dark brows scrunch together in confusion over the subtle slope of her nose. A part of her perfectly manicured facade crumbles as her eyes met his. His eyes are so turquoise, they engulf her like a readily foaming, Summer Seas. "Is there something you should apologize for?"
He plows his hand through his luxurious brunette stands. Averting his gaze, he attempts to tally up anything that might be misconstrued as rude or awful. "I don't know. It's just, you were ignoring me in there." His head cants towards Molly's door. "I thought I had said something to affront you."
"Like what? Offering to help me in a time of need?" She softly challenges. But then, Violet bristles. The misunderstanding now coming into closer definition. "I-" Her voice quavers as if it lacked solid substance. It was difficult to ignore now that the utterance had fallen precariously from his lips. She had been ignoring him. She had hoped he wouldn't notice."You've done --- done nothing. Believe me." Mikami reiterates, in a tone she prayed was more believable than the last she employed.
"Then what is it?" Sam treads dangerously closer, his tone as careless as a lover's whisper. The space between them closing intimately. Unfurling a clenched hand, he thoughtlessly presses it to her cheek. "Just tell me what I've done. I don't want to feel like we're waking on eggshells." He eagerly prods.
His sudden tender touch catches her off guard so much so that Violet seizes up. Aghast lips part, her eyes readily searching him only to startle at the intensity of his gaze. She'd seen that look from Evan. Was it even fair to consider asking Sam Carver to live in Hawkin's shadows?
It occurs to him to retract the hand pressed to Mikami's cheek. Yet, human contact, as little as it was, only fueled his yearning. Carver gently strokes his thumb along her wonderfully smooth skin. "Do I frighten you?" He asks, dropping his voice into an unintentional silvery sotte-voce.
Her face burns crimson beneath the ghosting of his delicate touch. She wills her clenching jaw to unhinge, to gift him an answer that he deserves. One, preferably, that would not drive him away forever. "No, I- I'm not afraid of you. It's just..." Violet finds herself leaning haphazardly inwards till they are nearly chest to chest.
Carver laughs a bit to expel the nervous energy swelling up inside his form. He once more entreats, "What is it?"
Violet swallows impossibly hard. How could she relate the sheer level of emotion that bathed over her every time he so much as peered in her direction? Ebony lashes flit downwards to grace the globes of her cheeks."I promised myself after ---" she feels her voice hitch, "after Evan, that I would never fall in love again. But you're here and you're making that promise so damn hard to keep! I don't want to end up with my heart broken. Statistically, avoiding the heartbreak is ---"
Her words are smothered under the sudden heat of his lips as they crash with her's. Oh, he knows he ought not to have crossed that line. Controlling his impulses had never been one of his fortes.
All he can think of is how beautiful Violet is under the golden glow of the streetlights as they slowly flitter to life. He makes no urgent effort to withdraw from her space, even if the name of Evan does bring up a pinch of envy. A pinch that seemingly traverses his spine in the amount of time it takes for his next breath to be drawn. He knows she's still burned, still devastated from that loss. He could never hope to compare, he could never even think about trying to replace a man who was so dearly treasured.
"I don't want to replace him, Violet." Sam ventures to express while she is still visibly reeling. "Lord knows I never could." He reminds her. "I just want to take care of you, to help you. I want you to know that it's okay to let somebody in. Anybody. Doesn't have to be me." He adds. His thumb blazes another trail over her skin again.
Violet blinks up at him in bewilderment. The astonishment flooding through her veins wars across all of her suddenly warm features. He just kissed her. Was that real? Had she imagined it? Had she imagined how silky and comforting being kissed by him could be? Her hand gradually unfurls against his chest, she's only half listening as he ambles out his speech. Was this Evan's way of letting her know that it's okay to let go? That she should embrace this new avenue while it was presented. But Carver was a firefighter, a feckless one at that. She's already had to treat him a few times in the back of the ambulance.
Relentless thunder fills her eardrums as her eyes flash back upwards. "I ---" She swallows again, revisiting his offer to help and protect her. It was sweet. Sweet in all the ways she had been longing for. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this." She whispers, afraid the fragile quality of her own voice might ruin whatever kind of moment was transpiring between them.
"Take all the time you need," Sam assures her. "My father used to say the right one is always worth the wait." He relates, allowing himself to be quite open in a way that made him feel vulnerable. "Just know that you can call out my name. I'll be there in a heartbeat. All you have to do is ask." He swallows, his own voice quivering a degree. "On the nights you feel outnumbered, I'll be out there somewhere."
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reallyrandomtj · 5 months ago
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Argenti AU announcement
Sources: HERE and HERE with @grislyintentions
Tag name: Muse: Argenti ( Abundance Immortality AU )
[ Mun note: If you wish to interact with this AU please message me to plot as Argenti will remain default to 'canon' otherwise. ]
All the 'juicy' details under READ MORE ~ <3
Argenti, the Knight of Beauty, walking a temporary path of Erudition in the hopes to officially follow the path of Beauty once his main goal has been achieved - finding the Aeon, Idrila. Only to be 'snatched' up by an entirely unexpected Aeon, Yaoshi of the Abundance!
The Aeon of Abundance grants the humble yet incredibly reluctant Knight 'eternal' life with a truly visual cost as proof of the blessings existence. At 'birth' the evidence was juvenile vines of iridescence braiding themselves through long crimson red hair, maturing to a WHITE rose that sits 'pretty' above his left ear; the color a potential OMEN to what may happen should Argenti receive a lethal blow.
Should the Knight of Beauty receive an injury that would certainly KILL any normal mortal; the white rose will die instead, being quickly replaced by a closed bud as Argenti is 'revived' to a state that isn't life threatening. The true cost? The integrity of his majestic red mane of hair - that he was so proud of - as with the rose buds 'rebirth' a small section of hair will be 'drained' and bleached WHITE; replacing one beauty with another. the Abundance.
In this AU:
Argenti will remain loyal to Idrila! ... she will forever remain his 'end' goal. If he finds out WITH EVIDENCE that she has indeed died ONLY then will he consider offering his loyalty to a NEW Aeon/Path!
Due to his personal 'creed' Argenti will NOT ask Yaoshi to remove the immortality placed upon him; if the Aeon claims it as a blessing then he will accept it, though reluctantly, and even nurture the physical representation of that gift.
Once the reluctance and 'shock' has worn off. Argenti will likely 'thank' Yaoshi for giving him more time to seek out Idrila.
[ Mun note: This AU is a work in progress and will likely be updated as it is developed and as Argenti himself lives his new 'immortal' life. ]
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shirowisp · 5 months ago
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OOC: Hello, I plan to post a real greeting tomorrow introducing myself, but thought I should at least post something in the mean time. My name is Jei and I'm finally rejoining the tumblr rp community after being gone for over 8+ years. Please be patient while I figure out all the new things that have changed over the years. My rules and muses are already on my page so feel free to take a look. Please be on a lookout tomorrow for an official promo post!
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characterrevolvingdoors · 1 year ago
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@kallecgos Liked my stupid comic of my throuple. So I figured I'd post some old pics and share some information:
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Jolianne Marie Waycrest was the adopted daughter of the younger brother of Lord Waycrest in Drustvar. For a majority of her life, she was unaware that her birth parents were none other than Jaina Proudmoore and Arthas Menethil.
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For most of her life, she was kept hidden away in Drustvar. She showed immense talent in both combat and harnessing the Light. Though she had no formal training, she's still considered one of the few Kul Tiran paladins.
However when the Fourth War broke out, she left her home in Drustvar, taking up the common name Julie Storm, and joined the war effort. She found herself in Goldshire where she met a priest named Jerek at the Lion's Rest Inn and eventually the two fell in love.
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Joli had no idea that her lover was actually Anduin Wrynn, King of Stormwind, in disguise. It wasn't until Anduin had been kidnapped and Joli went into the Shadowlands that she found out this fact.
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The reunion was short-lived, however, as Anduin remained in the Maw to give Joli a chance to escape. She swore herself to Bastion and worked to free Anduin and the others. However she didn't find herself alone, as Wrathion, hearing of his friend's abduction, came to the Shadowlands, as well. The pair worked closely and soon there was a spark between them.
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Joli, ever the blunt one, insisted that they wait for Anduin to be freed before they see if anything could come from it. Wrathion agreed and once Anduin was freed from the Jailor's grasp and resting in Bastion, he approached Anduin with the idea that the three of them be together. Anduin, who had secretly loved Wrathion for years, agreed. While Anduin officially married Joli in a ceremony presided over by Uther, himself, both were claimed as the Consorts to the Black Prince.
Of course now Anduin has to deal with having not one...but two gremlin spouses who are quite apt at getting into some shenanigans that he normally gets dragged along for.
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But he wouldn't have it any other way.
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schattenmagier · 6 months ago
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// HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE 🎉
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asriel20asi · 1 year ago
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Soft Comfort Drabble
Sun pulls Y/N into his warm embrace, placing a gentle kiss upon their forehead, "Honeybee, you really need to take it easy and please confide in any of us when you are stressed." Walks over to the fort built out of blankets and pillows, "Why don't you cuddle with Moon while I make your dinner~♡" kisses their forehead once more.
Moon's arms easily cradle Y/N's body over the threshold of the fort and placed them softly upon his warm lap. "My dove~♡" he starts to sing your favorite lullabies while you snuggle under the warm fabric wrapped around your torso.
Eclipse takes over for Moon when Sun accidentally sets the stove on fire again. As Moon runs off to put out the literal fire in the kitchen, Eclipse cradles Y/N softly in his first set of arms while rubbing circles into their back with his second set of arms, "Rest well my darling..."
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toxichem · 9 months ago
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what is your underlying motif ? → the dog
whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.
tagged by : @prkh tagging : @galaxythixf , @dimensionalspades , @knifvd , @timewounded , and anyone else !
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