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nikoxsprinkles · 8 months ago
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frankly, she appears to be an icon (threatening)
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lilliesinthevalley · 4 months ago
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idk. something about watching satoru wither away after suguru dies. the years are so short and yet they seem to stretch out forever. logarithmic decay, reaching and reaching and never quite ending—satoru cannot always remember life before suguru, cannot always believe there is an after. it is some sort of comfort for the people around him. something can reach the unreachable. and yet it seems to have made him farther away than ever. and, really, gojo satoru was already halfway gone.
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ebongawk · 3 months ago
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the inherent need to go on a two-week writer's retreat with no internet so I can bang out all the AUs I have twisting around like wyverns in my skull and post them slowly over time
mostly it's a/b/o and smut (and both at the same time!)
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lover-praxis · 8 months ago
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and if i said i wanted to be your rib? what then?
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zeebreezin · 2 months ago
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Like I think there’s something interesting that could be done with the idea that Christianity is, on some level, a cultural holdover in London at this point - that it’s something associated with the surface and respectability but that the actual level of, like, coherency of beliefs varies wildly in the Neath. However if you’re gonna do that you also have to like. Treat the subject somewhat seriously & examine what that would mean. And also probably, considering that this is a goddamn roleplaying game, give characters the ability to reject Christian beliefs openly??
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eighthdoctor · 1 year ago
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How was Sylvanas able to be a sadist Dom if she never pursued her partners? Were her proclivities such an open secret that she was only approached by women who knew what they were getting into?
...I'm not sure you know what a dominant is, anon.
Let's do a thought exercise. It's pre-Second War--maybe even pre-the Dark Portal, and you're a noble quel'dorei lady.
Here's what you know about Ranger-Captain Sylvanas Windrunner: She comes to Silvermoon only under orders. She stays exactly long enough for the two weeks of military conferences around Winter Veil and then leaves for the borders again. And because Winter Veil means balls, and balls mean high society, and high society means gossips--she picks a date the first night of the season, and that lady is the most desirable lady for the next year, because she caught the eye of Sylvanas Windrunner.
It's never anything longer. Sylvanas isn't out for a partner or a love match. You get those two weeks and that's it, she'll be polite to you next year but never pair with you again. But she knows how to make a woman feel good, and she has a discerning eye. A thousand hopeful matchmakers have nothing on Sylvanas for improving your prospects.
So the first ball, you're trying to catch her eye--she doesn't go for trends or current fashion, she doesn't seem to go for the rebels either, but she does want those who are flaunting it, advertising their availability. Your dress is low-cut, you're conspicuously alone, you sit out the first paired dance, and then--
She's already unbuttoned the top of her uniform jacket, saber at her side, bowing over one hand as she says, "May I have this dance?"
Of course she may. It's the last question she'll ask you too, if rumors are to be believed, that she'll make you ask for it, make you beg--she says yes, of course, she knows what she's doing, picking someone for a dance, but she likes the chase of it.
She's a lovely dancer, but that's not really what you're here for.
When it's late, gone two in the morning, and it's fashionable to leave, she looks at you, jacket completely open showing that the shirt beneath is also unbuttoned, a V down to her belt, ears slanted, eyes gleaming.
And you say, mouth thick, "Would you like to continue this, Ranger-Captain?"
Of course she would, she's already got you in her arms and a dragonhawk waiting, a short hop to her quarters--not military standard, not for a Windrunner no, a full set of apartments in the city, and she's pulling you inside, unfastening her belt, and she says--"Strip."
It's not a surprise that she directs you, that her voice dips low and fervent to tell you how to stand, what to do. It's part of who she is, the Ranger-Captain, now up for Ranger-Lord, 'her mother's daughter' they say in ways they never said about Alleria, and of course she gives the orders. Of course it's you on your knees, trying to find the words to ask permission to touch, to lick.
She says no, to make you whine, and then yes.
And that's the start of it, two weeks, mornings are your own, but afternoons she expects you, wants you to match your dress to hers, a display piece, currently owned by Sylvanas Windrunner it may as well say, you never leave her side all evening, hers, hers, a feather in her cap, her latest conquest and what does it matter when afterwards--late again, how she does the morning meetings you have no idea--she pulls you into a hallway and pushes your skirts up, makes you gasp and cry, choking back noises from her fingers, what does anything else matter--
She's possessive and jealous, leaves marks on your neck, laughs at your prior conquests, won't answer questions about hers, and it's worth it, worth every moment because those nights, because you find your voice once and ask for the Farstrider--bedding any of them is notable, they so often stick to themselves, let alone the woman named as their next Ranger-Lord--ask for more, ask to be challenged, cocky and sure, you like the games other lovers play, can't she treat you like she treats her comrades--
Sylvanas laughs, teeth to your ear, and asks if you're sure, if you're strong enough, that deep purr, because if you disobey her, she'll mete out appropriate consequences.
And what can you say to that, when one hand is between your legs and the other in your hair, when you're in her bed for the fourth time in as many nights, when she's already staked her claim over you and you're hopelessly addicted, already dreading the end of this, dreading next year when she'll take someone else--what can you say but yes?
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dee-de-winter · 2 months ago
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sometimes i catch a glimpse of my own tags and wonder who let me out
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kikiofthevast · 2 years ago
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I'd love to hear more about the tbm au ;)) who's the main cast/their relationships 👀👀👀
Quinn don’t act like we didn’t make this AU together lmao
The Mean Gills are the main focus in their delightful glory, and the Ranchers are around as well because I love them!!
Characters:
Martyn - Mack
Scott - Brady
Jimmy - Lila
Tango - Tanner
Joel - Butchie
Skizz - Seacat
Featuring:
Grian and the Clockers as the rest of the Bikers
TIES and the Neighbors as the other Surfers
Lizzie and Gem also trying to find their way back to the real world
The premise is much the same as the movie, with Martyn and Scott getting stuck in Scott’s favorite movie, but something is more wrong with this one.
For one, a couple of the characters look pretty familiar up close, like a memory Martyn and Scott can’t quite place, not to mention Lizzie’s mysterious boyfriend who she can’t remember the name of.
Martyn didn’t think breaking up with Scott before he left would be such a big deal, but they need to talk about it. That is, before Scott gets them trapped in the movie world forever.
Also featuring:
Everyone flirting all the goddamn time
Grian being mildly self-aware
And of course, a sequel featuring Scott’s older sibling, coming back from college to visit their baby brother.
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prolibytherium · 1 year ago
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reddit analyzing IASIP
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tumblr analyzing IASIP
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noelbobby · 12 days ago
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Here's a Little Stone Drawing.
It's drawn a picture of itself once again.
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notquitesurewhoiam · 19 days ago
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"i hate opera" eli caught on the walk to the train station listening to Big Opera today. never have we observed such a change in a man.
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sparkthespork · 1 year ago
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Either these widely hated characters need to stop being so damn relatable or I need to rethink my life decisions.
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mortifiedandawesome · 1 year ago
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Best Dr.Who Cliffhanger, hands down
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froginninjago · 10 months ago
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Nya is the most visibly buff on the team. Fight me.
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definitelynotaraccoon · 1 year ago
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LEGAL NAME: 89P13 
NICKNAME[S]: Rocket, Ranger Rocket, Rocket Raccoon, Rocky (best pals only), Rodent, Fur Face, it goes on and on and on...
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown
SEX: Male
PLACE OF BIRTH: Halfworld
CURRENTLY LIVING: Crew mate and owner of the Milano
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (United States), English (United Kingdom) (formally. it’s a long story), Integrated Galactic Translator covers all bases.
EDUCATION: Extensive AI augmentation.  Universal knowledge on engineering, first-aid, piloting, tactical strategy and a scut load of everything else.
HAIR FUR COLOR: Dirty, dirty brown. 
EYE COLOR: Brown, Red at the right angle (think Blade Runner)
HEIGHT: 3’5”
WEIGHT:  Flark you.
FAMILY INFORMATION
SIBLING[S]: Zip
PARENT[S]:  Nada
CHILDREN: Sweet Hala no.
PET[S]: Kammy, (frankly, not wanted. Available for sale.) Peter Jason Quill (human team mascot, same offer applies)
RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Male leaning Demisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Your scutbaggin' mother.
SINCE WHEN:  D’ast off.
TAGGED BY: @paragonrising
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"Once again, Dan. I find myself doin' the dirty work that you send me. And by dirty work, I mean paperwork, which I think goes without saying is the worst, most boring kind of work."
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"--but I'm sayin' it anyway because you keep. Sending. It."
TAGGING: "Why the hell would I be sadistic enough to send this crap over to anyo--?"
"...wait, never mind. I'm forwarding it to Moon Knight ( @thesilverandjetsystem ) again. Ha. That never gets old--!"
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