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don't worry i don't actually thirst over any of these characters (they lied)
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A Front Company and a Fake Identity: How the U.S. Came to Use Spyware It Was Trying to Kill
April 3,2023 This article is based on more than three dozen interviews with current and former American and Israeli government officials, corporate executives, technology experts and a review of hundreds of pages of government documents, some of them produced under Freedom of Information Act requests by The Times.
"Yes, the guy who “investigated Trump” Rod Rosenstein, was working on the backend with Trump and associates. Think about that for a minute.
The Biden administration has been trying to choke off use of hacking tools made by the Israeli firm NSO. It turns out that not every part of the government has gotten the message.
The secret contract was finalized on Nov. 8, 2021, a deal between a company that has acted as a front for the United States government and the American affiliate of a notorious Israeli hacking firm.
Under the arrangement, the Israeli firm, NSO Group, gave the U.S. government access to one of its most powerful weapons — a geolocation tool that can covertly track mobile phones around the world without the phone user’s knowledge or consent.
If the veiled nature of the deal was unusual — it was signed for the front company by a businessman using a fake name — the timing was extraordinary."
"The secret contract further illuminates the ongoing battle for control of powerful cyberweapons, both among and within governments, including the United States."
"During the Trump administration, NSO was already beginning to break into the U.S. government market, and in 2019 the F.B.I. purchased a license for Pegasus. The bureau had two aims: to study the spyware to see how adversaries might use it and to test Pegasus for possible deployment in the bureau’s own operations inside the United States."
READ MORE https://www.jtmp.org/2023/04/03/__trashed/
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Wedding Crasher
Based on this request.
Paring: Azriel x Fem!Reader (mates)
Summary: Reader is forced into an arranged marriage, and when the day of union comes it is interrupted by two familiar Illyrian warriors.
Warnings: Toxic relationship with parents | forced marriage | Azriel threatens a life | but pretty much all fluff <33
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My white dress hung heavy on my shoulders, my corset too tight, my heels already making my feet ache.
The plastered smile on my face hurt my cheeks, and the thorns in my bouquet prickled my sweaty palms. I released a shaky breath as the music of the string quartet began to play, an unmistakable tune meant for happy brides ready to walk down the aisle.
Which is what I was supposed to be, happy, ready. Heads turned in my direction and my back straightened, my brows creasing the slightest fraction.
My husband-to-be waited at the end of the walkway, his smile broad and malicious. My stomach churned.
I didn't want to be here, here on this beach getting married to some guy twenty years older all for an alliance my parents forced me into. My self-sovereignty for what? For a few pieces of gold and a minor title?
I took a steadying breath and began walking forward, keeping in rhythm to the strum of the music. The groom reached his hand out towards me, my own shook as I took it and he pulled me the rest of the way to the altar.
The officiant began the reading from his script, and with it, my ears began to ring, I tuned the priest out and my eyes fluttered closed. My fiancé's hands squeezed mine, not in a comforting manner, but a warning. I snapped my head up and looked at the officiant, I blinked at him with creased brows.
"Do you, take Rhen Talor to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do you part?" He repeated each word adding another pound of weight to my shoulders.
"I—" I look between the oblivious officiant and the groom, Rhen, to my parents who were watching with narrowed eyes. "I..." I wanted to say yes, I was going to say yes, but the pounding in my heart could be heard in my ears and I got the sneaking suspicion that I was about to vomit all over my white gown.
An unnatural wind blew my hair back as if nature itself was beckoning me to step away, to run.
I looked in the direction of the wind, my hands slipping from Rhen's as I spotted two towering, familiar winged figures in the distance and I realized the pounding in my ears was the beat of their wings.
The crowd murmurs at the intrusion as the two Illyrians casually stroll towards us, arrogance and power in each step.
"Excuse me for a moment," I say, gathering my skirts in my hands and rushing over to the two males as fast as I can in my heels that seemed determined to get stuck in the sand.
"What in the seven hells are you two doing here?" I seethe, looking at the fae warriors who were smiling at me with wicked amusement. Some part of me relaxed to feel anything besides fear and nausea, even if it was anger taking over.
"We're here to save you, what else?" The shadow singer arches a brow, dark shadows swirling up the pure white of my dress.
"I don't need anyone's saving, especially not two Carynthian warriors," I argue and Cassian snorts, taking in my appearance.
"I only came along because Az promised there'd be a buffet," The lord of bloodshed shrugged.
"Not for— this is wildly inappropriate, even for the two of you." I groaned but Cassian only continued walking, towards the guests that were scrambling away from the sight of his seven siphons. Leaving me and Azriel, our words drowned out by the crashing of the waves.
"You're too late. I already said I do," I cross my arms over my chest.
"Liar," He narrows his hazel eyes on me. "You know better than to try and fool me, Love, I could feel you tugging at the bond, you were in distress," Azriel took a dangerous step forward and I sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of the bond, not accepted but not rejected either. A bridge between us that I both refused to sever and to walk across.
H grabbed my hand that was prickled with the thorns of my bouquet, shadows soothed over my palm, relieving the sting of my minor wounds. "You shouldn't be here," I frowned but his smile remained.
"No, probably not, but I can't let you marry him," He said, his voice brooking no room for argument, ever the cool and collected male.
“Go home, Azriel,” I speak quietly, but not weakly.
“Come with me.” He matches my tone, his scarred fingers intertwining with my manicured ones and the sensation was so different than the feeling of Rhen’s grip. "Why did your parents arrange this? What are they gaining from this union?" He asked, voice slightly stiff at the idea of selling me off for their own personal achievement.
"Money, the Talor's have a small title and crop of land, it'd be enough to last us a few centuries,” I shrug. I loved my parents, despite their twisted and corrupt ways, I loved them because they fed and raised me, I loved them because they put clothes on my back and told me bedtime stories. I never assumed I’d have to pay them back, not this way, at least.
"I'll give you every cent to my name if that's the price of my mate's freedom, if money is what they want, they can take mine." The shadow singer stated, his words certain that it made me realize that I’ve never been as sure about anything as he was about this.
"I can't ask you to do that." I shake my head, slipping my fingers from his, knowing the lingering guests were watching.
"You don't have to, I want you to be happy, let me buy you then set you free." He implored, allowing my hand to fall to my side only because he moved to cup my cheek. "And if I'm lucky you'll fall in love with me along the way." He shrugged with a smirk of pure fae male arrogance.
"Az," I deadpan, the words half a growl.
"I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking you not to marry him." His eyes flick back to the male watching with furious eyes from the archway. "If you tell me to I’ll leave, and you can walk down that aisle again— but let's not kid ourselves, you never wanted this, never wanted him,” His hand on my face made me melt slightly, and he was right, despite wanting to pay my mother and father back, this is nowhere near anything I wanted.
I swallowed thickly, weighing the options. If I married Rhen my parents would be happy and this would all be water under the bridge— but I’d suffer a life of being both a housewife and broodmare with a male who did not truly love me.
If I went with Azriel my parents would likely attempt to cleave us, unless Azriel paid them as he said he would, as long as gold was placed in their hands I doubted they’d have much argument— and I could be free to choose what I wanted with my life, I could accept my mating bond.
"But where will I go? What will I do?" I ask, my mind filled with questions that could only be answered by my future self.
"It's entirely up to you, you can live with me, or you can move to another court, whatever you choose. You'd be free." He stresses and my mouth gapes open, then closes. I look to the waves crashing against the shore only a few yards away, shouting at me to flee, to go with him.
All of it was too good to be true, Azriel coming to be my savior with this plan. It couldn’t be real and I needed him to punch me so I could wake up from this dream.
"Though I'd prefer if you stayed close, it's painful having you so far even right now— and you're only a city away, I can’t imagine a whole court,” He added and I looked back to him, a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
"I haven't even accepted the bond yet and you're already desperate." I tease.
"Yet?" He arched a scarred brow.
I flush a soft hue and avert my eyes again, this time settling them on the approaching figure that formed a knot of anxiety in my stomach.
"You're out of line, get your hands off my bride you bastard." Rhen spat and I flinched at the way he cursed the word, Azriel didn’t so much as shift, in fact, I could’ve sworn there was a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Out of line? No, I'm exactly where I should be, you're the one that's in my way." The shadow singer smoothly replied, Rhen snarled at his retort and grabbed me just above my elbow, his grip as tight and immovable as iron.
"Don't touch me." I gritted out, tugging at my arm but he didn’t budge and simply pulled me back towards where the officiant stood, uneasy on his feet.
"Come on, be a good little wife, and finish the damned ceremony," Rhen growled, and before I could take even another step towards the archway my fiancé halted, freezing in his footsteps as shadows wrapped around his limbs, his neck, encasing his body and shoving into his open mouth, restricting him of oxygen.
"She told you not to touch her Talor, so I'd highly suggest you let go or you won't have a hand anymore." The Spy Master’s voice was death incarnate, I had never heard anything so paralyzing in all my immortal life. It chilled me down to my very bone, and I thought that I might be carrion if I was ever on the receiving end of my mate's deathly stare.
Rhen’s hand releases me if only to grasp at his own throat, silently pleading with his eyes to have mercy.
The shadows released him and Rhen was sent running, sprinting as fast as he could away from the male that stood before me, now looking at me with an incredulous grin. Insane, he must’ve been insane— and I must’ve been too, to be so in love with that smile and the dimples that came along with it.
"You were seriously going to marry him?” He scoffed, hand coming to my arm and inspecting the area Rhen held me for any injury.
"Well, it wasn't really my choice," I grumble under my breath as Azriel lets go of my arm with a gentleness that rivaled his vicious exterior that occurred only moments ago.
Azriel’s eyes flicked over to the few remaining guests and I turned in the direction he stared, at my parents who were staring with both helplessness and fury in their eyes.
"Me and Cass will deal with them later, let's get you out of here, alright?" He tugged at the tether between us and my head whips back to him.
“Okay,” I nod and reach out, my hand finding his. His eyes soften as he pulls me into him, wrapping a wing around me and cocooning us in darkness before he utilizes his shadows to pull us into another realm entirely, it was only a brief moment of darkness and an empty void before my heels were on a hardwood floor and the sweet citrusy smell of Velaris flowed through my nose.
"We left Cass," I say, glancing around to find the second Illyrian nowhere to be found.
"He was in the midst of stuffing his face with bread rolls, I think he'll be just fine." Azriel half scoffed, half chuckled. He pulled away but before he could completely slip from my grasp my hand tightened on his and his brows lifted a fraction, eyes lighting with intrigue.
"Thank you." Is all I can manage to say.
"Don't thank me." He shakes his head. "I should have gotten you out of there far sooner." He spoke as if he was more dissatisfied with himself than anyone else.
"But still, when it mattered you came for me," I utter, taking a cautious step forward.
"You're my mate, even if you haven't accepted the bond, it's my duty to keep you safe— you shouldn't have even been out of my sights," He says, his voice soft as he looks down at me, hand squeezing mine.
"I wasn't, not really." I hum, gesturing down to the shadow that swirled around my ankle, the one that would always remain there.
He smiles at the thought, then says, "You look beautiful, by the way." His eyes flick down to my white gown and I follow his gaze, smiling softly at the dress, it had been the only thing that was my decision in this entire endeavor.
"I only wish that it was your choice to put that dress on, this morning," He added, as if reading my mind, and for a moment I wondered if the mating bond allowed him to see how I felt.
"It will be, one day," I nod confidently and his brows raise with insinuation. A gentle smile blooms across my lips and I cup his sharp jaw. “But for now, baby steps,” I suggest rising up onto my toes, leaning closer, placing a kiss on his adjacent cheek.
When I pulled back he was beet red and I giggled at the sight, it was a wonder that this male, who flushed at a chaste peck on the cheek, was also one of the most feared in Prythian.
“Right,” he swallowed down the lump in his throat, his hand only a phantom at my waist, hovering. "I'll have money sent to your parents by Dawn." He says, then quickly adds, “Even if they don’t deserve it.”
I smile brightly and pull away. “Thank you, Az,” I murmur.
“Anything, for you.” He confessed, and I knew he meant it. I smiled, thinking that in the morning I might reward him with some breakfast, in turn, accepted that golden tether between us and finally allowed myself to be happy, with a mate.
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the quickest way to disable the voxtech drone cameras isn't to actually do anything to them, its for alastor to look directly into them and (make his distortion not too bad) and then wink and blow a kiss at it
vox overloads himself and knocks out all the cameras he's currently connected to every time
#hazbin hotel#radiostatic#hazbin hotel vox#vox#alastor#hazbin alastor#staticradio#the visual is just so funny to me#angel voice 'yo smiles we got one of those spy cameras looking in one of the guest windows'#alastor *popping up from the shadows and looking directly at it* *sigh* 'i guess i have no choice ' *wink kiss*#spy camera short-circuiting and dying and the distant voice of vox yelling from vee tower#hazbin vox#mine#fic
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And then he committed several war crimes.
Based on this vine
#my art#infinite the jackal#sonadow#<- sort of. finn sure thinks it is so#when i say infinite ships sonadow this is what i mean ToT#he sees sonic and shadow interacting in any form and goes 'ugh. how pathetic'#he's spying on them pre-forces
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team together for the new smissmas update
#excuse the poor lighting and shadows#tf2#team fortress 2#my art#tf2 heavy#tf2 soldier#tf2 demoman#tf2 medic#miss pauling#tf2 scout#tf2 pyro#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#fanart
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random tf2 doodles (+a gordon)
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 engineer#tf2 spy#gordon freeman#tf2 demoman#do i have a favorite merc? idk can you tell#myart#pokemon#tw: blood#shadow the hedgehog#mysona#tf2 sona#there is context behind the one with shadow but you get none
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Twilight headcanon
Inspired by this super lovely art by @roucaelum-art 😍! (brief mood spoiler: roucaelum's art is so soft and so sweet! This hc has a touch of the bittersweet 🫶)
After Strix, when the Forgers are well established, no secrets between them, Twilight starts journaling. Obviously this is a security risk, so he creates an elaborate cipher. He tests it on Franky. He tests it on the cipher-breakers at WISE. He even feeds some to the SSS. None break it. Satisfied, he starts to journal. Twilight's journaling time is something he starts to jealously protect; given how much it means to him and helps him process things, Yor starts to protect it jealously, too.
Later in life, when he and Yor have been together for decades, he teaches the cipher to her in case she wants to read and/or share his journals after he dies. It takes time, of course, but not as much as someone might otherwise think, knowing Yor and looking in from the outside. This is in large part because Twilight creates the cipher with Yor in mind. Rarely one to do something for a single purpose when multiple are available, creating it with the intention that Yor can easily learn it also works to confound others in his profession. You see, he’d never met anyone who thinks the way Yor does, and certainly it's far outside espionage or intelligence norms, a way in which no one in those professions would expect a cipher to operate. This revelation he saves for his final journal, and Yor only learns it had been intended specifically for her after his death.
To that point, Twilight does (peacefully) predecease Yor, but she finds she can’t share his journals with the outside world, not yet. They're too precious, too close, touch her too deeply, to share outside the family.
She teaches Anya the cipher, so their daughter can read and share his journals after Yor passes away.
Anya does: she reads her Papa’s journals. Spends a few months, a couple of years, keeping them between herself and her parents' memories. Twilight’s accounts, unsurprisingly, have incredible detail about Yor and Yor’s life and Yor’s opinions and Yor’s views and Yor’s daily life and the way Yor moved through the world. There’s an incredible amount of detail about Anya too: Twilight hadn’t started journaling until years after Strix ended, nearly a decade after he adopted Anya. But, of course, his memory was impeccable, and once he started writing, he never stopped.
Anya reads about herself, about her mother, about their loved ones and their enemies. She reads his words about politics and the news and Twilight's opinions on literature, film, various cuisines. The bakery down the street and the neighbour with the lush roses. Spycraft, war, and international relations. Parenthood, partnership, friendship. Every other idiosyncratic thing he chose to write about. All of it written in her father’s matter-of-fact style from his matter-of-fact perspective, which was always more full of love than he would admit or accept.
She grieves anew, softly, and in her own time.
One day, when she's ready, Anya goes to her father’s favourite archive. She asks to speak with the archivist team. She asks if they would like the journals of the greatest spy in Westalis history: had they ever come across the name Twilight in their research?
She teaches them how to decipher his code (it is, of course, the most complex and creative cipher the lead archivist has ever seen. Anya thinks of her mother, and smiles). It takes them time to go through everything; it takes them time to verify it. But of course, they do. Because Twilight was thorough and he was precise and and he was an excellent planner, prescient more often than not. He ensured there were enough careful points of reference that diligent researchers would be able to confirm his identity and the veracity of what he wrote. And he would only trust the most diligent of researchers.
It's a small archive; the launch of the display of Twilight's journals is similarly small. Anya thinks he would prefer that. The idea of hoards of people reading his words all at once, even if he had intended their being made public, might be enough to revive his stomach aches from beyond the grave.
Anya attends the opening with her loved ones, and later, at home, she shares her own memories of her Papa, and her Mama, and the times they saved the world.
#spy x family#spy family#sxf headcanon#twiyor#loid forger#and thus the man who works from the shadows gets to control how he comes into the light#the woman who thinks herself alone & unknowable learns again and again thru to the end of her life how deeply she is cherished & understood#and the child whose life started scary and uncertain grew up surrounded by love and solidity that lasted thru her life#forgive my corniness; i made myself emotional#twilight#the forgers#here fandom take this!#this hc sort of turned into a fic..? idk
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-DECEPTICON COMMUNICATIONS AND INTELLIGENCE OFFICER, SOUNDWAVE-
OMGGGGG IM ACTUALLY POSTING A PIECE OF ART THAT I DREW, it’s a November miracle…. I’m drawing. And I finished something. I’m always drawing honestly it’s the finishing that’s rlly surprising lol. But anyway! Yeah! Everybody drawing cool humanformers stuff on twitter cuz of the movie got me inspired to draw some of my human soundwave… looking extra sneaky and spy like…. Lurking in the shadows w his cat… wanted to practice big shapes and bold colors… and I like it! I think it turned out good!
#transformers#humanformers#soundwave#ravage#tf soundwave#tf ravage#doodles#I kinda feel like it might have been smarter / more striking to just block in the blacked out parts and the red. and leave#the rest uncolored.. but! that’s not what I did lol#and I think it still looks good#wanted him to have like… a big trench coat spy in an ally vibe… lurking in the shadows… hustling and bustling…#blending into the crowd. but secretly. listening in. sending all ur info and plans back to the decepticons…#I LOVE SOUNDWAVE THO.. and I love transformers..#and I love seeing all the humanformers art on my twitter nowadays it’s all so cool… I love seeing these robots as lil fleshy ppl#hopefully… I will draw some more humanformers later.. I want to… life is just#its hectic right now lol. it’s not bad. it’s just. I’ve gotta figure a lot of shit out. there’s not a lot of room for drawing#and w the power of adhd. and a lack of free time. it means it’s RLLY easy to lose interest in shit and never finish it!#and then subsequently never post it!#I should just. like. post stuff even if it’s not done tho lol. that’d be better than nothing#maccadam
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elains spy arc being foreshadowed in acomaf? yes indeed 🙂↕️
(these passages are only pages apart in the same chapter so don’t try and tell me they’re not related)
#can’t wait to read more about her and her shadow wraith spy best friends and her shadowsinger spymaster boyfriend#elriel#pro elriel
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#byler#stranger things#will byers#something something will switching to his right hand after tearing down castle byers#something something will lowkey guiding the party to the hopsital with a dramatic shadow following him#something something him being the reason the mindflayer found them at the cabin#something something them switching back to his left hand when they get to starcourt#something something them switching back to the right hand at the end of s4#before spellbound starts playing#THE SPY IS BACK I REPEAT THE SPY IS BACK
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Oh BOI when I tell you this transition gave me shivers
This is a prime example of why spies like Twilight cannot afford emotional attachment, why their entire survival depends on them ignoring their own internal struggles.
Donovan Desmond is a force to be reckoned with; within minutes of meeting Loid, he shamelessly shares his corrupted views on humanity:
"It is simply impossible to understand what someone else is thinking. People will never be able to understand each other."
And that's why you're using force to bring other nations to their knees?
There you have Twilight; a man who lost everything in a war started by people who had the same way of thinking that Desmond has; a man who has sacrificed his own identity and chances of personal happiness in his mission to never allow others to suffer like he did.
The emotional investment is huge. He doesn't do it just because he thinks it's the right thing to do, he does it because he has first-hand experience of how much pain a war can cause. And he'd rather keep suffering if it means such pain won't be felt again by anyone else.
And yet, through all his internal turmoil, he has to look at Desmond and smile and agree with him. Him acting like the loyal Ostanian citizen who believes the Desmond group cares for the country is nothing compared to this transition. He goes from a man who is haunted by the traumas of his past to a beaming, hopeful man who indirectly endorses violence - the very thing that ruined his and many other people's lives - over understanding among humans
He has to become the exact opposite of what he stands for, become the kind of man like the ones whose actions ruined him. And the ironic depiction is not lost to the audience; his eyes are covered in shadows as we hear his inner thoughts, slowly getting brighter as he prepares his disguise, and finally getting back to the light when he fully dons it.
It's disturbing and it's wrong and it's the opposite of how it should be. Twilight may have made it his life's mission to never act on his emotions, but it's perfectly clear he does have emotions; he's just very good at willingly pushing them aside. And this depiction in that lighting is perfect to show how it's a necessary and conscious depravity of his own self that he has to partake in in order to survive and see his mission through.
It's brilliant. Disturbing, but brilliant.
(Anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga)
#Spy x Family#sxf meta#Loid Forger#I just!!#I love it both from a storytelling and an angst standpoint#cause we know that his end goal is a noble one#with relatable and respectful motives#but we are made aware of how much he ignores his own emotions#and how prepared he is to pretend he's everything he's not#and go against his own real self#how dark and how deep he's ready to go#he's a hero who casts no shadow - but who is FULL of shadows in his soul#500#1k
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Some things I absolutely can not wait to read about:
Gwyn finally feels worthy of accepting and wearing the Invoking Stone.
I want to read more about what she researches and does within the library.
What will come about with the Illyrians now that Gwyn and Emerie have Carynthian titles.
Finding out more about Gwyn's background/heritage. Whose her father/grandfather?
What Gwyn's powers are. What was that crackling Nesta felt? Why does she glow when she sings?
The deepening friendship between the Valkyries.
Discovering if Gwyn will grow close to an IC member....maybe Rhysand? They both lost their sisters and could heal in a way with a friendship between each other since they both feel like the failed at keeping them safe and alive.
Will Gwyn go back to Sangravah and see the children? I'd love the children to rejoice upon seeing her again and bringing that light back into her life.
I want to see Gwyn with a pegasus. Whether by Azriel's shadows or getting one of her own.
I'd love to see her going on missions with Azriel. Putting her spy skills to use since she displayed some in the Rite.
I want to see her develop a relationship and overcome her past trauma. She deserves to be loved and cherished after all she's been through.
#gwyneth berdara#pro gwyneth berdara#invoking stone#the valkyries#nesta archeron#emerie of illyria#azriels shadows#azriel shadowsinger#spy mission#gwynriel
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Little blue-eyed beast, wanna squish its face and keep it in a little terrarium. Feed it bugs and severed fingers. I'm gonna name it Bluey, cause it doesn't look anything like shadows or milk.
One Bluey coming up!!
Remember to be careful when handling it!! Might bite if it gets too feisty
#i love this ask it's so silly#crk au#intertwined opposites au#IO!Shadow milk#shadow milk cookie#this is how shilk looks like without a vessel btw#he's just a goofy fellow#could make himself look like what he's supposed to be but was too weak to do so right after the seal#and it also lets him spy PV/silly#silly AU asks!!
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Everytime a Sonic fan, non Sonic fan or even a sonamy/shadamy/blazamy/sonadow/sonelise fan refers to Amy as a "stalker" or says she had a "stalker behaviour" a fairy dies 🧚
#this is for the laughs#sonic fandom#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#one of you will say smthing like#but she always was#nah nah#a stalker is someone conscious of the malicious of their actions#and tries so hard to spy the person in the shadows#Amy didn't hesitate to express sonic her love and support#since the very beggining they were friends#sonamy#shadamy#blazamy#sonadow#sonelise
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listen its not that tamlin locking feyre in a manor is ‘not a big deal’. its that sjm parallels tamlin and rhysand way too much for rhysand to be a viable, healthy option for feyre.
rhys put a whole city under a lockdown so severe people forgot about its existence (and from what the wiki says, the city was kept hidden for centuries even before, for the safety of its citizens) but tamlin locking feyre in a manor, so she wouldn’t follow him into an unsafe situation was crossing a line?
#finally resuming my reread of acomaf and thinking about feyquin-done-right aus in my head to get through it#at the risk of getting ‘too deep’ about the faerie smu t books its stupid to assume everyone would be on board with being locked in#velaris for 50 years#you’re telling me no one had doubts the half-fae HL could keep them protected? (ps. this is where you bring in doubts about his#illyrian bloodline sarah)#especially when the illyrians started joining amarantha’s side (bc they were following their HL’s example)#you’re telling me mor cassian and azriel were okay with rhysand suffering amarantha alone? (this is where you could’ve shown the strong#bond/ties within the IC sarah especially if azriel and his shadow powers and his spying came into play sarah)#this is why its taking me so long to finish reading acomaf i read one chapter and can’t resist writing a long rant about it#anti acomaf#anti feysand#anti sjm
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