#andreia tag

[constellationclarke]

Current top 5 songs

Tagged by @drbrennans i'm <3333 thank u sm omg

1. Eat Your Young by Hozier - is this any surprise?? Man owns my ass and there's something about the sound and the way he sings the words that scratches an itch in my brain but the entire ep is a fucking tune and I get tour tix tomorrow aaaaaaaaaa-

2. Break My Baby by Kaleo - normally Skinny is my go-to but lately this one has been like crack to me but in all honesty all their songs make me headbang instantly I'm so mad I had to miss their concert last year when I literally had tickets but at least I'm getting a redemption arc in July fuck yea

3. The Entirety Of The Aurora Album by Daisy Jones and the Six - fuck u I make my own rules and I've listened to the full album at least once a day since it released and making me choose a favourite is akin to torture so.

4. Gasoline by Måneskin - Damiano David the rasp in ur voice makes me bonkers and I fucking love a gritty darker song. Inject this into my bloodstream pls

5. Rest In Peace by Dorothy - took me wayyyy too long to decide on this final spot bc there's too many songs I've had on repeat lately but this hooked me from the get-go and still holds up so. Darker themed songs i love u sm

Tagging: a bunch bc narrowing down is torture! fun! And I wanna judge everyone's tastes lmao @summrsbuffy @djandthesix @octobermidnight @cada5h @platonichug @ninaaznk @harwinstrongwife @inkeclectica @reigndrops @eddiemunsons @leojfitz ofc only if y'all want to, no pressure, but also to anyone reading this thinking "oh man I wanna do this but wasn't named" do it. I am spiritually tagging u. I wanna know 👀

[mk-writes-stuff]

Word Associations Game

Rules: post some common words/themes/concepts from your WIP(s)

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @autism-purgatory for the tags! CW for mentions of abuse

Seven Station Chronicles

Common word: nobility

Like it or not (and trust me, Cassie does not like it), the nobles are one of the defining facets of the seven stations. Everything goes back to them one way or another (and that is definitely not a good thing)

Common theme: self-discovery

Every major character in Seven Stations is going through major self-revelations and coming to terms with who they are, who they can be, and who they have to be. It’s a rougher ride for some than for others (but let’s be real it’s pretty tough for all of them)

Common concept: abuse

There is a lot of abuse and dehumanization in the seven stations (stemming from aforementioned nobles). All of the protagonists have gone through a lot of abuse, but they’re recovering from it one step at a time

The Pirates’ Roost

Common word: captain

Kind of an obvious one for a pirate story, I know, but the captains of the various ships are central to the story. Merry’s life goal is to be the captain of a pirate ship, and both pirate and vampire captains feature heavily in primarily antagonistic roles

Common theme: recovery

Everyone in The Pirates’ Roost (okay not quite but there’s a lot) has been through some sort of horrible, painful experience. A lot of them have been through multiple. But they’re all healing, even if it’s just a bit at a time

Common concept: culture

The world of The Pirates’ Roost is full of complex cultures that are mistrustful of each other and fighting for their own space. There’s a lot of culture clash, even between protagonists

To Kill a Dead Thing

Bonus one because I think it’ll be fun for this game even though I’m not really working on it atm :)

Common word: hidden

The main villain, the Thief, wears other people’s faces to hide in plain sight and no one knows his own. Iskra, a major side character, insists on keeping this whole operation a secret - and she and her friend/business associate/partner Viv are definitely keeping secrets. And Nova, a good friend of Andreia, the deuteragonist, might be hiding a lot more than she would ever admit

Common theme: morals

One of the big questions in To Kill a Dead Thing is where your morals lie and what you’ll do in pursuit of your goals. The Thief seems to be trying to tear apart the protagonist Alexi’s morals - and Alexi is in the edge of cracking. Andreia gets involved with some things that are definitely on the edge of legal and questionably moral trying to help. And Viv and Iskra are definitely hiding something they maybe shouldn’t be, if not outright lying to everyone else, and no one knows if they’re justified or if they’re using the other characters for their own ends

Common concept: obsession

The Thief seems to have some deeply twisted obsession with Alexi. The more you learn about Iskra, the more you wonder if she’s really as emotionally uninvested in the Thief’s capture as she pretends. And Andreia’s friend Nova might just have a little more attention on Andreia than Andreia knows or would like to admit - and a bit more attention on Alexi than is good for either of them

This was fun!

@illarian-rambling @wyked-ao3 @rkmoon want to play?

[ferrocyan]

15 lines of dialogue

Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

15 feels like too few haha! i'm picking these mostly from finished fics, with a couple of wips at the end. feels like i could go on forever otherwise

tagged by @improvised-finish (tysm!!) and tagging @pillowfriendly and @worldoshaking i wanna read more of your wols pls pls pls (*>∀<*)

(duo)

"I've never heard of such a name before! From which fair land do you hail, friend?"

"Coer--" C'astarhte said something and promptly bit her tongue. She covered her mouth, then quickly added, "Pardon. Meant to say... I come from the Exarch's homeland."

---

C'astarhte looked distressed. She glanced around at the rest of the bar, then at Reeq, and whispered intently, "But this worked before... Crystarium people don't ask about the Exarch."

(detour)

"So we've never really fought together, no? When you say we're partners, I'd like it to be earned."

---

"Doesn't need to," Tart shrugged. "What matters is we do it together. No more objections, right? Surely not." She stuck out her tongue at Lue-Reeq, then headed to the stairs.

---

"You know," Tart said, "you're not bad. I don't know much about archery, but your technique is very clean. Efficient, no wasted movement, very well timed. I was amazed how fast you could nock arrows and have shots lined up perfectly. It was nice to fight with you. Good job, Reeq."

(drown)

She just had to kill Andreia. All would be well if she killed Andreia. Remember what she had done to Alisaie, to Alphinaud? Blackguard. Scum. Bitch. Just kill her and get it over with!

(ask of me)

"No," Tart cuts him off. "Don't want to stop, just... want you to stop pretending I'm not here."

"Am I?"

"You're not touching me, not saying anything, not even looking at me! What's with that, Reeq?" she pouts.

---

"Reeq, you like it when complimented and told you're doing a good job. I feel the same. So, not asking for more, you're giving back to me." She smiles, putting her hand on his. "I like you. Always want more of you. If you're having a good time then so am I. Wouldn't know that if you don't tell me, though, so let me hear it, yeah?"

(focus)

"you're scaring me a little, right now."

she smiles. "is that bad?"

"not at all. i quite like it."

"good."

(wurm)

"Say, remember when you asked, would I still love you if you were a worm?"

Reeq snorts. "Why yes, I do! I remember perfectly well," he pinches her cheek lightly, "when you told me that you would feed me to your chocobo."

(peel)

The man is ecstatic, so very amused that he cannot hold his giggles back. His feet kick as he laughs and his tail thumps on the floor, shaking with glee. Unable to wait for Reeq to finish his sentence, he fills in with an exclamation:

"Tart!"

Tart only makes himself laugh harder.

(division)

"ishgard has ways of denying certain people's existnce. mean really, completely erase them, unlike the shite that bishop was spewing about himself. my family no longer exists. how dare he accuse me of not understanding how it feels to be rejected? and how dare you take my prey?"

---

tart holds his focus in his right hand, blade in the left. his tail flicks uneasily. "go easy on me, won't you?"

"what? oh my, i never thought i would hear that from the warrior of light!" aymeric laughs as he readies his own sword.

"i'm ill, you blackguard."

"then maybe you should rest properly."

"hasn't helped. this might, so stay still and let me cast magic at you."

(out to the cold)

"--get it, i get it. zenos wanting me makes me a liability. now that you all have the dragon scales' protection, i am not needed anymore. you--they're setting you up as my replacement. no. no, they can't. won't allow it. can't let that happen. oh--you--you're here to kill me. you can't replace me! i'll kill you first! you're dead, estinien wyrmblood!"

(aphelion)

"not that i want to die, g'raha. just... wish i'd died back there. it wouldn't've been good, but it would've been perfect. my life could've ended perfectly. haven't you felt that way too?"

[twillightgarden]

got tagged by @cryptcombat to make my ocs with this picrew! ty <3

cass (fc5) | avalon (vtmb)

sierra (fnv) | imogen (fo3) |

samantha (re) | andreia (uncharted)

tagging @chuckhansen @jendoe @firstaidspray @kiryukazumas @samtrapani @brooktroutlesbian @greediest

[regulusghost]

thanks for the tags @saturninebutalive and @t-ri-z :D

1. named after anyone? nope, but funny story, my mom wanted to call me andreia, but my aunt got pregnant almost at the same time and she chose the same name first so my mom didnt want to imitate her so she called me filipa but it was a random choice. i wasnt born in natural birth, and my mom had just woken up from general anesthesia when the nurse asked her my name. she was still a little dizzy and said the first name that came to mind.

2. last time you cried? hmm... last week

3. do you have any kids? no no no no no no

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? yap, and most of the time people think im talking serious...

5. whats the first ting you notice about people? voice, face, and the way they make me feel

6. color of your eyes? dark brown

7. scary movies or happy endings: happy endings

8. any special talents? well, i can draw and i think im pretty good at it, and people call it talent, but i don't think it has anything to do with talent. but i think i have a giant talent for creating impossible scenarios in my head.

9. where were you born? portugal

10. hobbies? drawing, writting, reading, watching series/movies. not talking to people. avoiding any kind of social events as much i can ahaha...

11. any pets? yap, two turtles, oscar and francis (yap, oscar from oscar wilde and francis from francis abernathy)

12. what sports do you do/have you done? none. i never liked sports. but in school, in sports class i likes to play volleyball, but was never serious, it was only in classes.

13. how tall are you? 170cm

14. favourite subject in school? arts class, but i loved science, and portuguese and spanish.

15. dream job? writer, or an artist.

and im tagging everyone who wants to do it :)

[nicdevera]

I posted 313 times in 2022

175 posts created (56%)

138 posts reblogged (44%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@drethelin

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I tagged 133 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 15 posts

#baby andreia - 9 posts

#instagram - 6 posts

#philippines - 5 posts

#arcane - 5 posts

#science fiction - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 89 characters

#wireheading is hacking your happiness meter when it should be your progress bar indicator

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

aemond finger-twirling his dagger, thank you for your Total Commitment to being Extra in every way possible

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#3

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#2

reminded how masamune shirow went "well actually" in his own Ghost in the Shell, those goons are gonna friendly-fire each other

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My #1 post of 2022

for years I've struggled for an analogy, how are the marcoses still a political power? you could say, imagine pol pot's kid running for office, people saying pol pot's reign was really a golden age. i have relatives who were tortured and killed during martial law, and you think surely lesson learned, that cannot happen again, surely? no, there just arent any limits to how stupid people can be.

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[theotherladydi]

[C3] - Issue 4: In The Eye of The Shit Storm

A/N: I just wanted to post this before I forget and get busy with school and also because I’ve been sitting on the Sylvan RP for too long. Since Emi @rey-oliveira was amazing to help us post the Media Training RP, I linked straight to hers! The Archie RP is still in progress and is in two parts and since the texting portion is done, I figured I’d post that first as a sneak peak for the RP.  As always, shoutout and thanks to the following people: Anya as @sylvan-schreave aka an iconic dad and someone Diana needed in that point of time and as well as @bianca-pal for guiding the Media Training rp so well!! Also thank you to Si @nellie-fisher for bringing the frenemy energy as always with Nellie and Emi, it was so fun to meet Rey for the first time!!

EDIT: Added in the completed Archie RP and huge thanks to Chris @archibald-schreave for always allowing Di to have a good time with Archie!

Happy Reading yall!!

Garden Heart To Heart with Sylvan 

Text Version (Raw RP Version) |  Baking with Archie

Media Training with Bianca, Nellie & Rey [Linked to Rey/Emi’s Post]

Fic Masterlist | RP Masterlist

[useragarfield]

Lolo for that fic writer ask game I know u said just the thought was overwhelming but I gotta do it so babe 3, 4, 20, 23 and 32 pleaseeeee ���

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

anything @pollylynn has wrote just, across the board. brella on ao3's young justice fic singlehandedly gave me back the will to live after what happened to wally. makapedia on ao3 also has some of the best prose OVER. her soul eater fics are a source of great happiness in my life. also my friend @redbelles meg is crazy freaking talented. bless hot riding instructors sons...

4. Link your three favorite fics right now. already answered :)

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

when words are FLOWING like you're in the right mood and just things are happening JUST like you want. if i look at the clock, write, and look again and somehow it's been an hour, that's the good shit right there. also when i send snippets to my friends and they like it.

also the instantaneous high of hitting publish on ao3. god that shit's good.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write? already answered :)

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

i'm going to terrible and talk about more of my fics don't judge me

"This time, his emotions are at a thread. This time, he’s tired and cranky and she fucking broke him and he’s still in love with her. Wade’s been in love with her since she declared that his grin wasn’t going to work on her, or since she blew the fusebox on purpose when she was pissed off, or when she told him a million times that she hated him and then kissed him like it was more necessary than breathing. He didn’t know when or where but he was and he had been and Wade is deeply, deeply terrified he never won’t be for the rest of his life."

this season 3 fic was a labor of love and boy did i spend some time with my boy wade on this hod fic. never started the s3 section of the zade playlist over in the same damn sad spot so many times. it's from the wound's still hot, so new, it's still numb.

"So sure, it came with a little murder, but so did every job. People butchered their character, values, ethics every day to get ahead in the workplace, or just through the day. In Nathan’s case, he at least tried to add some style to it, and the only blood spilt was completely necessary, and more or less for the greater good. Definitely more. Not a lot of less, but things happened.

People pissed him off. People got in the way. People impeded the mission.

If you hadn't been designated as an innocent, there was only so much guilt Nathan could gather together for you.

Most of it ended up being pity."

one day i'll come back to you, gentleman spy soulmate mark naley tattoo fic. one day. if anyone's interested, it's just one regret to live through.

"When Castle’s hands both come up, devoted to cupping her face and directing her mouth back to his with his thumbs, Kate comes willingly. Lingers on every draw of their lips against each other, sips at him like he’s a mixed drink at a party you don’t know all the ingredients of,  but don’t care because you’re a little drunk  (on this, on him ) and it tastes pretty damn good."

deadass from one of my favorite fics i've ever wrote. a caskett ta au that is mostly the castlegc's fault and because i love them forever i eventually will write the finale. love y'all, and so does as bright as you in my telescope.

[celiansartblog]

ANDREIA CORDEIRO / FAITH SEED

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love (for Andreia) | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+| family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing world views | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts (well more like they thought the other dead during the 17 yrs after the Collapse) | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts |

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BOLD RELATIONSHIP TAG

tagged by: @ataaaaashi thank you so much!!! ❤❤❤❤

tagging: I think nearly everyone I know has done this???? If you haven’t just steal it and say I tagged you akfjdsfn 

[demetxri]

To all of yours: do they have any (more) crushes on other apprentices? asking for a friend

Adrastos: He’s known Arete and Charon ( @ethereal-piece-o-shit ) for a while, but the only one he’d have a crush on out of the two would be Charon in that case.  He also finds Anubis ( @what-isthis-mess ) interesting.

Antares: Oh man. Does he have crushes? Yes, he does, though he’ll deny it. He’s got a weakspot for Arete, but also Sal ( @rosareel ) and Xaya ( @estesmytea ). He’s also very much in love with his childhood friend Orion, who is probably also the only one he doesn’t deny. He also really likes Aure ( @seriousmealtime ), but that’s especially mostly sexual. While he also enjoys Nereus ( @necro-nereus ) and Izidor’s ( @quipcana ) company, they seem to be very invested in each other and he doesn’t particularly want to impose on that.

Helia: Helia’s absolutely smitten with Apollo ( @what-isthis-mess ), but also enjoys Charon and Cain’s company quite a bit.

bonus: Spica: She’s hella gay for Nix ( @ethereal-piece-o-shit )

Thank you for the ask!!

[ SORRY FOR TAGGING EVERYONE, just wanted to be clear on who belongs to who.

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Mina having a bad nightmare about her master and Lukas is finally there to comfort her? The last update was fucked so now I need comfort in between. 1000 bonus points if Mina is initially afraid of him before she fully wakes up.

(Tags/TCW: nightmares, flashbacks, implied noncon and torture, distorted reality/hallucinations from sleep, intimate whumper, hurt/comfort, whumpee turned caretaker, vampire whump, human x vampire relationship, fluffy ending, romantic vibe)

It was strange to him, how he learned the vampiress slept.

Her bed was enormous, made enough room for four of her with comfort to spare. Blankets were in hefty supply and pillows lined almost the entirety of her headboard.

Lukas was in bliss, instantly. The first night he'd slept beside her, he couldn't imagine or even picture the disgusting old bed at the club. No springs, no itchy fabric just smooth, velvety bliss and cushion from all angles. There wasn't a way he could have a bad nights sleep when the feathers of angels took him to dreamland.

But he'd noticed quickly, for Mina it wasn't the same.

First, there was the fear of sleeping beside him and disturbing how important his rest was. She didn't technically need it, it was a human tradition and formality but she enjoyed the energizing burst; almost like she'd just drank, from waking up out of a human sleep again.

He could tell, just by how she'd started to drag and how her bubbles went away in her voice. Responses shortened and when he finally pried further, asked directly what it was because of; the answer surprised him.

She'd been staying up every night they'd gone to bed, so her nightmares wouldn't wake him.

When she'd lived alone, it didn't bother anyone. When she slept between Andreia and Desmond; no nightmares dared to reach her. But the scent of her own home, the long silence, no matter how she fell asleep, they tried to come back.

Lukas had been horrified, angry that she'd do that to herself just because of him. His frustration lulled into concern, he did what he could to tell her he was used to being woken up. He could always go back to sleep, especially now that he was safe enough to do so.

Then she said what hurt worse to hear, that she was far too in tune with his prior sleeping arrangements. How long he'd suffered, gone without routine or enough sleep in the first place. How she imagined how many times he'd woken up to fangs or consent being yanked from him before he ever had a chance to give it. How horrible his years must have been when not even sleep could carry you away for long enough.

"You're not doing that to me, Mina." He tried, cupping freckled cheeks as the first set of tears broke surface and he diligently wiped them away. He leaned closer, rested to look her in the eyes; two mirrored sets of gemstones in a blazing conflict of shine.

"You can't help what you remember, what comes up when your mind has control. If it's scary, I want to know so I can remind you that you're not there anymore." He pulled her head towards his chest and couldn't contain the soft smile as she laid against him, covered her eyes with his warmth, and merely listened. To his words and definitely to the sound of his heart.

"So I can make sure you know he doesn't have you anymore, I do. These are my arms, my hands and like the rest of me, I love you very much." He pushed her hair off her ears, curled the wild locks behind them and she tilted just enough to look at him. The tears had already dried but her eyes held a glass that still told him she was holding it back. Cutting it short, for his sake yet again.

"When we go to sleep tonight, I want you to sleep with me, okay? If you have a nightmare, I want to be there for it. I mean it, Mina. I want you to trust me, that I can handle it, can you do that for me?"

Of course, she'd do that for him. She was wearing down, losing performance after a century of regularly resting herself after her torment. She spent a hundred years in vigilance. She knew she deserved it.

Even when the time came, she felt dread. Nauseous curls in her gut, ripples in mummified organs she hadn't possessed in years. As if things were warning her, tonight things would be bad.

They did what they had for a while now, laid in each other's arms and talked. Day dreamed to each other, dug deeper and Lukas had a fascination with history now that he had a viable source. He enjoyed it when she told him stories or explained how things have transitioned, how she'd watched the world progress and rapidly change.

He always tucked her close, kissed her, and mumbled a sleepy form of affection before he was surrendered to his humanity. This time, she forced herself to do the same. Silent tears showed her concern but she did what she knew would work, it did every time.

She tuned in, finely into the body surrounding her and she listened. Slow, warm, and rhythmic. Lukas' heart was strong, despite what it had faced through the years; it pumped as though he were a college-bound athlete. The picture of health and something she'd gone so very long without hearing. Surrounded, captured by others of her kind.

No life to be found.

No pity, grace, or humanity left.

It happened how it always did. She broke off from Lukas little by little, shied away from touching him in the gigantic space. She slunk towards an edge, clutched a single blanket tighter to her; over her head to soothe the terror inside it.

Her body went rigid, she curled into herself and clutched so tightly she left bruises under her fingers that vanished as easily as they happened.

It started so quietly, she was always too afraid to make noise. Until the really horrendous things picked up and it became so viscerally surreal, she couldn't distinguish it was a dream anymore. When she felt the phantom aches of torture, heard his voice piercing through her brain, it broke her.

What woke him up first, was the smallest hiccup that probably couldn't reach how deep her conscious was. He just barely felt the lift of his fog but as soon as he did, panic-filled the rest in for him.

Lukas sat up halfway and when he looked, he found her where she usually was by morning; on the furthest edge of the bed from him. He took it personally at first but silently reminded himself how newly established he was, in such a long lifetime. She wasn't used to him yet and to find out she'd refrained from sleeping for a while now, he knew he was right.

He crawled closer, reached out for her hair as he always did but before he'd even laid a hand on her she flinched away and clenched her blanket tighter. A squeak, such a mousy sound slipped out of her lips again and his, pulled into a low settled frown.

"Mina, wake-up baby, it's just a dream.." He whispered, trying his best to reach her before he made physical contact. "Come on princess, come back to me."

In the meantime, Mina was the furthest she could be from resonating with him. She couldn't hear, couldn't see but she could feel.

Everything that touched her, everything that brought pain. She was violently shaking with such a telltale pace it made her sickly again. Every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire and the molten core was in her stomach, between her thighs; churning when she was pushed forward.

She was bound, restrained, or paralyzed; she couldn't move but something broke through the silence. It was a voice that had seeped into her brain so perfectly clear, her memories even perfected the pitch and inflection of every word. Her body reacted, seized up, or was forced to relax but none felt like it was of her own doing.

"Feels good huh? When you're forced to focus on what I can do to you, your body is a lot more honest, Mina." Decian huffed in a strained breath, amusement lingering on every syllable.

"Nothing to hear, nothing to see. The best part is you never know when it's going to happen or if I'll give you pleasure or pain." He gave a rough twist to a bruised nipple in front of him and watched her writhe and squirm. Fingers raked sharp nails down her stomach to soak up stark contrast and witness pearly lines bead with red.

"You're at my mercy, my control, and my will... And that's what really makes me want you. When you're mindless, helpless and your life is in my hands." Another growl and she felt the heat down her neck, felt him lick across her skin and give a smack of savor to his lips.

Lukas watched as she crunched down on herself, hid in her knees and chest. Whatever she saw, heard, was taking its course through her. It pulled at his heart, made misery swirl back where it was most familiar.

This woman had suffered like he did, worse than he would ever be able to imagine. And still, she was brave enough to march on and strong enough to allow him this close to her in the first place. While she was unguarded, unprotected, unable to resist outside tempters. She trusted him. Now he needed to help make it worth it.

At the risk of a bloody nose, he carefully grabbed onto her, wrapped around her waist to pull her away from the edge she was hanging off of. He’d feared she’d wake up immediately, flail, and maybe injure him with the proximity but when she shrank, cried out, he gave his own recoil. As soon as she’d been safely pulled deeper into the California-king, he let go but he kept his chest where it had settled against her back.

“Mina, you’re just dreaming, it's time to wake up..” A bit more urgency, when sounds started to come from her lips and she was adamantly crying. What disturbed him more was how she moved now, arms limp and only shifting the length of a restraint apart from one another.

“Come back angel, my sweet green-eyed goddess..” He mumbled, a bit closer this time and he reached for her arms to gently run the lightest touch, up and down them. “Come on, wake up Mina, come on, come back to me.”

He gave her the slightest of shake and she turned rigid again, cries picking up in loudness and mixing in more grunts and low-leveled screams. It startled him, he almost pulled back but he stayed firm in hopes he could still wake her.

“Mina, wake up, Mina,” He called a bit louder, “Wake up princes, come on, wake up Mina.”

“P-Please don’t..!!” Her terror reached its peak and the clearest sentence came out in a desperate plea. More sobs, louder ones had broken up the air-space and she babbled a bit more coherently, in relevance to her dreams at least. “N-Not-t-the-re!”

Lukas shrugged his shoulders up in defense of his ears when she cried out so loudly it was almost painful to be so close. Her body went stiff, limbs turned into logs and her posture pulled against nothing but her mind clearly thought she was restrained.

“Mina, please, you’re safe, you need to wake up..” Lukas didn’t know what else to do, so he held her tighter. He knew it wouldn’t help but he hoped it would help her at least reach the border of her consciousness.

When he’d coiled around her as steady as he could manage, he rested his head on hers and kissed a sweat-slick temple. She wormed for the first few moments and it was hard to keep hold of her but once she stopped, he thought the storm might have finally passed.

“Mina, come on baby, wake up.. You’re safe, I’ve got you, I promise you’re safe.” He encouraged, voice low and gentle so close to her ear. Even as she’d stilled, he was left lingering in wait to see how effective it was.

The vampiress made something akin to a cooing noise. Such a different sound to the ones prior and Lukas hoped he was getting somewhere. Thought she might have been passing through the depths and coming to.

“P-Please..” She still begged, voice strained and broken matching her imagination. Whatever her mind recalled for her at the given time.

“Mina, Mina wake up,” He spoke normally, if not a bit raised in clarity to try to pull her back. “Come on, you’re okay sweetheart, you’re safe, you’re not with him anymore.”

Lukas finally rolled her over to face him, adjusted her limp form in his arms. He didn’t know what else to do, so he pulled her back close to him and started to gently rock her. She hadn’t resisted so he continued to hope she was getting closer to waking up or returning to a peaceful sleep.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you… no one is getting past me while you’re in my arms. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, I promise.” He kissed a clammy forehead again and again and her face pinched in expression, brows cornering each other and nose crinkled in something that looked pained.

He cupped her cheek, lifted her head up a bit so he could watch her and he saw eyelids twitch with a response for the first time since he’d turned her. She was closer, she’d wake up soon if he pressed on.

“Mina, I need you to wake up for me okay? Come on, wake up,” Lukas paused when green eyes hesitantly slit open and barely registered as doing so. But it was good, relieving, that she was starting to come to. “That’s it pretty girl, open those beautiful eyes and look at me. You’re okay, it’s just me.”

While Mina looked mildly alert, her mind was anything but. Thickly clinging to the haze and borders of her dreams, her sight was dark and clouded but she heard something. A man's voice, saying things and then, hands touched her and the first notable give-away to her mental state was how hard she flinched back from them.

Lukas looked at her with concern when he’d gone to push the hair out of her face and she shrank back like he’d shot her. He didn’t press further though, not if she wasn’t in the mood to be touched. He didn’t blame her, after all she’d mumbled and sobbed for the last hour.

“Mina, you’re okay, It’s me, Lukas,” He tried again and she was shaking, looking at him so blankly and shaking from how terrified she was. How badly the spaces around her had blended and how little she knew what was going on.

The dim lighting they slept in for both of their comforts, wasn’t enough and Lukas rolled over to turn the light on for her. A loud, scuffled movement, and before he could turn back to face her; she was gone.

Fear immediately seized his chest when he couldn’t spot her but behind her side-table was a small tuft of dark hair that gave her away. He didn’t know what to do when she hunkered down lower to try to actually hide from him.

“Mina..” Lukas breathed in concern, already questioning in his mind how many nights she had to do this alone. A hundred years' worth of times she woke up in horror and couldn’t forget the past. So much time she had to face being scared and tormented by what she’d suffered.

He had to somehow convince her, their roles were reversed, even in the depths of her blended realities. No one owned her, she owned him.

The first thing he thought he could do, was separate how tall he was, how much he towered over her. The only way he could do that, was if he crawled. So Lukas did, he slunk off the bed and made a soft trail around it until he was in her line of sight and she’d snapped to attention.

He stopped, sat back on his butt to give her a sign he wasn’t coming any closer, and still; the same haunted stare had locked onto him like the laser to a gun sight. She wasn’t there yet, not with how tense she became.

“Nu te apropia..” The first words mumbled from her mouth and he couldn’t understand them but the way she held her knees to her chest; painted enough of a picture. The last clip of language and he watched the greens in her eyes start to intensify in a single warning flare.

“Mina… You’re not with him, No, No Decian.” He tried, further breaking it down to try to push through their current barrier and her lip flared at his name. She recognized it, that part got through.

“Stai departe!” A snap and a growl from her and while he’d been posing to move closer, he watched her flatten her spine to the wall on instinct.

“Mina, you aren’t a slave anymore. You are not being held here, can you understand me?” He tried again, inching closer despite her tension and pausing again once they were only a few feet away.

“Esti un mincinos! El este încă aici, ești un spion!” More and more that he didn’t understand and she seemed so angry but so defensive as she closed in on herself and stayed so close to the wall.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I will not cause you pain, okay? Can you understand me still?” The fact she was replying, in or out of her common language was a good sign. Her brain knew, she herself knew what he was saying but wherever she was locked in her memory; she didn’t know how to speak to him yet.

She didn’t reply but she still kept such a careful eye on him, all the while her body was lost in tremors and vibrating against the wall. Mina stared his every movement down and her eyes had long turned bright and lively, as he scooted closer to her until he was sitting in front of her.

“Mina, you don’t have a Master anymore, remember? You’re free, I promise you, if you come back you’ll see.” Lukas spoke, softly, knowing well she could hear him with how finely she was watching him. He watched her sight flicker in focus, to his hands, his feet, back to his face.

She was scanning him as if she were a supercomputer, analyzing a threat to neutralize it.

“You are free, you’re my Mistress now, do you remember that?” He tried to pick at something, anything, that might seal her back. She didn’t like the fact the law saw him as property to her or that their relationship was looked at like a transaction. She believed those things were wrong and surely, their mention had to reach deeply inside her.

“Do you see this, Mina?” Lukas pulled a loose, steel-beaded chain out of his shirt and held up a set of two tags. Most would mistake it as military ID if not for the content on the tags themselves.

“This is proof, Mina. Proof that you own me paid for me, and that I’ve been registered as yours. I’m your pet,” He explained, holding the tags out for her but quickly realizing she wouldn’t take them while they were around his neck. He took them off and offered them to her, watching a slow, cautious hand sneak out to take them.

“No one owns you, Mina… No one, not me, not Decian…”

As soon as she turned the decorative side of the tags over, she saw her name engraved into the metal and it was a string of memories that brought her back. She saw herself, a thousand times standing at the same door, and saw him in a hundred different ways. By the end he was kissing her, touching her; holding her while she sobbed her heart out and she’d done the same for him.

Then she remembered; they’d gone to bed, safely in their home just before she’d fallen to the void of her bottomless mind. She’d been tucked close to his chest, his hands had rubbed her back until he wasn’t conscious enough to do so anymore. His heart carried her off as deeply as she could go after so long refusing herself mental rest.

“Y-You’re not my pet Lukas… You’re the love of my life,” She whispered as her features had softened and the light died behind unearthly eyes. Tension flooded out of her and her posture soon sat normally, looking up towards the man on his knees, damn near ready to bark for her.

“Mina..!” He grabbed her up in an instant, pulled her into his lap, and felt relief wash down his body when she wrapped all her limbs around him. “I’m sorry Mina, I tried, I tried to wake you up-”

“I-I’d say you did a good job,” She breathed in the pure exhaustion of fight or flight, body limping in comfort as he held her in a hug against his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder, let her eyes close for a moment while his pumping blood tried to remind her how to breathe. “Please don’t apologize Lukas, please- I’m sorry I freaked you out, I shouldn’t have gone to sleep-”

“Shh, don’t say things like that," Lukas soothed her hair to one side or the other and when she sat up just enough to look at him, he reached for a freckled cheek to stroke beneath his thumb.

The way she looked up at him, gave doubt about whether she was there or not. She was expectant, having thought the hand would have brought her towards a kiss instead. That was all he needed to see before she got what she’d expected and neither muttered a word for long, spacious moments.

She’d wrapped arms around his neck, combed fingers backwards through his hair when he reached to cradle the back of her head. Even when they separated, they stayed close, looked at each other like they hadn’t seen each other in a lifetime.

“I’m-”

“I’ll kiss you again, every time you apologize, Mina.” He warned in a gentle tone, “What all he put you through… Isn’t something you can easily forget.”

“Do you have nightmares sometimes, Lukas..? Of what Sang did to you..” She asked, resting her head against his shoulder when he moved to pick her up off the floor with him.

“Of course, I have but I feel safe when I sleep next to you. When I fall asleep holding you, I know you’re there and my mind is quiet.” Lukas crawled back into bed with her attached to him and once they were settled, he wrapped her up in their blankets and flopped onto his back.

“Sometimes I think it makes it worse, I haven’t slept beside anyone in so long..” She lamented, comfortably adjusting to crawl on top of him and lay against his chest. Mina crossed her hands on him and settled her chin on top of them, witnessing a small struggle with a pillow before he was comfortably propped again.

“It might be but I want to hope it can get better, that you’ll get used to me being here and you won’t have to be scared all by yourself.” He gripped her tighter when he said what he did, something panging him deeply about the thought, the image of her being alone. He very much knew what it felt like to be alone and scared, terrified of what could happen to you.

“You’ve spent too long, being scared and alone… But I can only change one of those things and be here for the other.”

“Me too, I’ll be here when you’re scared... I promise..”

“You already have been, Mina. You’ve given me a life back and saved it more than once. You were with me so many times I thought I’d die or lose my mind if one more person hurt me.” He assured, pulling the blankets back over both of them and returning his hand to her head to tenderly pet along curls.

“You were my little ray of sunshine and you still are.. I swear on my life, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe.” He knew it was a fleeting gesture, when she was so much more powerful than he was. When the things that could harm her, were more powerful than he was.

After everything she’d done for him, after how deeply he’d fallen in love with her; he wouldn’t mind dying if it protected her from even one harm.

She held onto him tightly, turned to kiss the skin that the V-neck of his shirt exposed. Mina knew, without a doubt in her mind that this human would give his life to even try to protect her. Would throw himself head-on, recklessly, into whatever danger preyed upon her.

And she’d never allow it. She’d suffer a thousand more lifetimes before she let him go for her sake, before she’d let him sacrifice a life he’d barely gotten to live.

“I love you, Lukas,”

“I love you Mina, more than you'll ever know.”

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- Google translated Romanian (Apologies if it's butchered.) -

Nu te apropia. - Don't come close/r.

Stai departe! - Stay away!

Esti un mincinos! El este încă aici, ești un spion! - You're a liar! He's still here, you're a spy!

-

Have a sugar cube as a treat before we get on to more destruction! <3

@wolfeyedwitch @thecyrulik @i-msonotcreative

(Just let me know if you want to be added/removed for Mina/Lukas posts. <3)

Mina and Lukas Masterlist

[constellationclarke]

In such a weird position reading A Darker Shade of Magic because story-wise it's excellent and a fun magic time and I know if I read it physically I wouldn't have any issues and it would probs go into my excellent fantasy works category, but I'm listening to the audiobook and hating every second of it jesus christ I can't stand this narrator he sucks but since I spent a credit on it and it was over a year ago so I now can't return it, I'm pushing through it and oh boy. i LOVE the story but I'm having the absolute WORST time of it

and i just finished this other audiobook too where the story was good but very mediocre yet the narrator was really good and had such a pleasing voice. It's just. Baffling and amazing how much the performance elevates or ruins a work

[mk-writes-stuff]

Get to Know the Writeblr Questionnaire

Rules: answer the questions!

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @willtheweaver for the tags :)

Basics

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve had a tumblr for like… six months now? It’s been a writeblr for four or five of those

What led you to create it?

I don’t remember why I made the account originally. I made it into a writeblr because I wanted someplace to ramble about my first original WIP in like five years

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

Y’all are so friendly and supportive! I love how nice people are and every comment I get :)

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I jump around between projects more than I’d like. I swear I am still working on Seven Stations, I’m just also doing a bit of other stuff and being hella busy, which is why I haven’t made much progress on it. I haven’t forgotten it, I swear!

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Can’t think of much, I’m pretty happy. I do love polls though. Something about clicking buttons makes the brain go brrrrrr

WIPs

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Always Seven Stations and Pirates’ Roost. They never leave me. I do also have another fanfic short I’m working on because it possessed my brain, but that’s a very short-term project

How long have you been working on them?

Seven Stations (the original idea) is about five months old now. Pirates’ Roost has existed in one form or another for about four years, and has existed in its current form for about two. My random short is a week old lol

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Seven Stations was inspired by the concept of “lesbian noblewoman and her bodyguard who hates her enemies to lovers in space fantasy.” Pirates’ Roost was inspired by my obsession with Magic: the Gathering and started taking shape in its current form when my gf introduced me to her OC Merry and decided to move him to Ixalan. My short is inspired by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Star Wars: the Clone Wars

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Uh. A lot. My WIPs are my special interest, so probably at least several hours a day

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

“Fantasy and sci-fi.” Sometimes if we’re in a longer conversation I’ll give them a little Seven Stations blurb, although it rarely goes longer than “space fantasy political drama on a set of space stations”

Characters

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oh boy, okay. This is interesting because my gf created or had such a strong creative influence on so many of the characters I write about that I can’t lay claim to a lot of them. But here’s some that I at least came up with the initial baseline for, although she’s probably had her influence on most of them too (I can’t exactly remember for sure but I’m pretty sure on these ones):

Seven Stations: Belladonna, Cassie, Cassiopeia, Stellaris, Ricinus, Goldenrod

Pirates’ Roost: Len, Favin, Finley Albertson, Julian, Kiali, Morrigan, Skipper

Other MTG: Amaranthe, Viveri “Viv” Evern, Andreia Kozlov, Salas Nivar, Tendrii Lenira, Sorcil, Adana, Estrill, Astrilla, Valentine, Remi, Kaine Belnatsky, Ettie Strubins

Other fandoms: Brin Damson, Baresh, Trax

Other original characters: Celestine, Maia, Fellise, Rhea, Ashlin, Medlar, Dravite, Rokku, Falcon, Jesker

There are definitely more but there’s a sampling :)

Who’s the most unhinged?

For Seven Stations, it’s Cassie. In general, Viv and Astrilla are probably vying for the top slot. I haven’t introduced y’all to them but they’re both CRACKED

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Once again it’s Cassie. And Stellaris, he’s very relatable

Do you ever cringe at them?

All the damn time

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

They refuse to cooperate on a semi-regular basis. I can usually tell when I’m fighting to justify the action I want them to do. That means it’s time for a change-up

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

Literally anytime for any reason. I love it. Asks and reblog dare my favourite, but I’m not picky :)

Interaction

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I follow writeblrs if I like the look of their stuff enough that I want it on my dash

What makes you decide against following?

Anything that makes me uncomfortable (ranging anywhere from weird takes to content I just don’t like). Or if I’m just not vibing with their stuff. But sometimes I miss cool blogs too because I don’t have time to check out everything

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not super often because I don’t often see their stuff but I’m not opposed to it. Feel free to come chat with me even if you’re not my mutual :)

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Oh yeah. Both the people who tagged me in this have characters I think about. But also @illarian-rambling has phenomenal OCs - Sepo lives in my brain on the little shelf of my favourite traumatized fictional little guys

This was a fun game! @somethingclevermahogony @nixwithapen @touloserlautrec want to play? Blanks below the cut :)

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine! What led you to create it? What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? How long have you been working on them? Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like! Who’s the most unhinged? Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Do you ever cringe at them? How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others? Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc. What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following? Do you interact with non-mutuals often? Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

[soc-characters-as-songs]

Tag the OCs as bunads?

okay preface: I’m choosing based on the vibes of the dress, and not the region of the history. it’s just the vibes of the dress.

ivy: hønefossbunad

meredith: fosenbunad

diana: vågstrandbunad

alassie: ådalsbunad

ramona: nordlandsbunad

rhea: rogalandsbunad

cornelia: askøybunad

kaden: bolsøybunad

andreia: valdresbunad

suzy: vest-telemarkbunad

part 2 with host characters is coming

[biggergiants-a]

* 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴  𝙸'𝙳  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝙶𝙴𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁.

𝟎𝟏 .    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒  /  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  •     Andreia; Nickname/Alias is Izzy due to my middle name being Isabel

𝟎𝟐 .    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  •     May 11th!

𝟎𝟑 .    𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍  •     Taurus

𝟎𝟒 .    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  •     5′2 (1.59m)

𝟎𝟓 .    𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒  •     Painting and drawing, watercolor mostly! Writing, reading, listening to music

𝟎𝟔 .    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑  •    Purple!

𝟎𝟕 .    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊  •     smoke and mirrors by neil gaiman!

𝟎𝟖 .    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆  •     Inferno from Promare!

𝟎𝟗 .    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌  /  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  •    Last movie I wached was Promare for the second time, managed to convince my boyfriend to watch it! Show was... B99, I think? also with the boyfriend

𝟏𝟎 .    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  •     music and books and landscapes; random people on the street that I see and that just beg to have their stories told 

𝟏𝟏 .    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐔𝐑𝐋  •    This song! It’s always hard to come up with URL’s for multimuses and I thought it was fitting!

tagged by:   @xixmrdrd & @machtlos & @hardentm

tagging:   feel free to steal from me ! but also @heartsechoed & @multiipl & @gosutm & @bloedend

[nicdevera]

I posted 522 times in 2021

232 posts created (44%)

290 posts reblogged (56%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.3 posts.

I added 129 tags in 2021

#baby andreia - 55 posts

#dune - 12 posts

#youtube - 11 posts

#cyberpunk - 10 posts

#manila in the time of covid - 8 posts

#currently reading - 8 posts

#art - 7 posts

#star trek - 6 posts

#manila - 6 posts

#duterte - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#federation can have a little warship as a treat

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I highly recommend The Expanse, and even for people who are already fans, watch it all again. Looking through #TheExpanse tags, people are juxtaposing stuff from s1-s2 and s5: foreshadowing, callbacks, personal growth. I think it was Peter Watts who wished more novelists were showrunners/TV writers. After debacles like the SW sequel trilogy, Game of Thrones, Discovery, it’s great to watch a show with a long-term plan, no Mystery Box bullshit.

19 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 02:18:00 GMT

#4

There's a Star Trek story I read years ago that stuck in my head. Maybe it was a fanfic or a thought experiment? It's too grim to be canon.

Data's at his usual station on the bridge. He notices some weird readings, figures out there's an inescapable anomaly headed for the Enterprise. This is all happening within microseconds, and we see what Data's inner world is really like: he can figure out the rest of what you're about to say while you're still mid-sentence, but politeness requires him to wait before replying, so he goes off into his mental space, watches sunsets, writes haiku, reads scientific journals. Kinda like the Quicksilver scene, but that's where Data lives mentally all the time.

Back to the crisis at hand, Data tries to construct the optimum sentence to get Picard to react as quickly as possible, considers taking control himself, but his simulations show nothing will work, the anomaly's too fast, they're toast. He sends a data dump and the anomaly logs to Starfleet, prepares for the end.

28 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 12:44:56 GMT

#3

if a researcher offers andreia one marshmallow, she’s gonna say “nah, dad told me this one”

68 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 02:47:33 GMT

#2

Muad'Dib!

79 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 06:01:14 GMT

#1

from r/dunememes

198 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 11:15:40 GMT

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