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goopyknife · 8 months ago
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going backwards through my art folder, this is my FIRST bg3 fanart
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diana-daphne · 8 months ago
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Best book ever written, nothing will ever be funnier than this, Jane Austen I love you more than anyone else in the world <3
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mercymaker · 8 months ago
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yea yea, i'm an absolute believer in the fact that spawn astarion indulges in some kinky stuff and having the freedom to choose sends him on a bit of a sexual exploration journey
but also have you considered him having moments that are so soft, so gentle? when he's losing himself in the warmth and the endless kisses? when he can shut his mind off and just allow the physical sensations, the touch to guide him? there's not a single hint of worry, no anxiety trailing behind his thoughts. it just feels natural, it feels good. he can close his eyes, truly relax and allow all of that to engulf him. completely lose himself in his lover's body.
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lexosaurus · 11 months ago
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And I'm back on my nerdiness!
This fic is a crossover between Danny Phantom x The Martian. You do not have to have read or watched The Martian to understand this fic. Although, I've convinced a double-digit number of people to read The Martian since I started this fic and I think that speak volumes to how obsessed I am about this media.
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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.
Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?
In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?
Chapter WC: 5801
Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU
Chapter excerpt under the cut
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“I’m the potato of—what day is it?” Mark glanced at the computer. “May seventeenth! The spooky seventeenth potato ghost!”
“You’re delusional,” was Danny’s response. “And also still not over the fact that you missed May fourth.”
Mark lowered the potato. “Well, usually, I rely on supernerd Johannsen for vital dates like that. But since she’s gone, it was your job to pick up the slack! Haven't you seen Star Wars?”
“Of course I have!” Danny exclaimed, crossing his arms. It was almost offensive that Mark would think for a second that Danny hadn’t seen Star Wars. “But you forgot about May fourth too! Don’t try to pin this on me. I’m not your personal C3P-O.”
“No, you’re more of a Chewbacca.”
Okay, now his angsty mood had entirely turned into offense. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I’m Han Solo, obviously.”
“Why do you get to be Han Solo?”
It was as if Danny had just asked why rockets exist if Mark’s expression was anything to go by. His eyebrows shot to his hairline, and his mouth opened with a comical amount of confidence—or was it arrogance—as he gestured to himself and answered, “Well, duh.”
As if that were supposed to sum it up.
“That explains nothing!” Danny argued.
“It’s quite literally the only bit of explanation you need, Chewie.”
“I’m not Chewbacca.”
“And the sky isn’t orange.”
Okay, all the prying into Danny’s personal business? That was rough, Danny had to admit. But this? 
This was unforgivable.
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fazcinatingblog · 9 months ago
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More like IF I come back amirite, also stop making me feel guilty, also learn to spell (paralegal? Parallel? ...never mind doesn't parramatta), also like it's my fault she hires 53 accountants that can only do accounting and 1 admin person to send out the tax returns and invoices and
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ahotknife · 11 months ago
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we coulda had a real good life, but you didn’t want it 🤝🏻 i know i could have loved you, but you would not let me
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riacte · 11 months ago
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
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blueskittlesart · 2 months ago
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read that post blacked out and woke up with this on my computer. crazy. stay safe out there everyone
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liquidstar · 1 year ago
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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mercymaker · 2 months ago
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no, but fr, i'm actually in love with the idea of astarion who feels comfortable enough to let go of control. who trusts his partner enough to give them that sort of power over him.
and how the fear of being powerless is slowly eroded by all the pleasure and the bliss his partner provides him. how freeing it feels to not have to overthink everything, to just let go and let his lover take lead.
it would take him quite a while, a lot of time healing and processing his trauma, but we're talking about a man who decided to mark the place where his 200 year slavery had started by making love to his partner, essentially rewriting the association with the choice he made as a free man.
and even if it might take some trial and error, i feel like submitting to his partner could be a similar experience. not only is it rewriting the associations related to being powerless by connecting them to positive feelings, to the warmth and the trust and the pleasure. but it's also something that allows him to shed layers of that performance that he's been running on essentially auto-pilot. where he doesn't have to be the masterful lover, performing like a fine-tuned instrument focused solely on his lover's pleasure. where it doesn't have to be complicated. where he can close his eyes, let go, and follow his partner's command because he knows they would never harm him. that they are not using him. that it's about his pleasure and safety and love.
Submissive Astarion lives in my head rent free. And I mean like, healthily submissive. Letting his partner take care of his needs, making intimacy about him. Being praised for how well he’s doing, and how proud his partner is that he’s letting himself feel good.
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mercymaker · 1 month ago
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man, imagine being depressed and having an awful fight with your long-time partner after which he unceremoniously leaves you. so, you spend years heartbroken, unable to cope with not only losing your love, but also what was your everyday life. first, you're still desperately hoping he will return, but as years fly by, you grow to accept that he never will. and that absolutely shatters you. the loneliness absolutely ravages your mind, yet you don't want anyone else to fill it. only him.
but that's simply an impossibility. so, instead of looking for company elsewhere, you decide to have someone of your own. someone who would not leave your side. and so you do, through absolute agony of childbirth that nearly kills you both, have a little baby.
and while your life doesn't return to its previous splendor, with a little bit of time and help, you at least find a semblance of stability in your child. but then something you thought could never happen does. something you spent years craving, praying for. somehow, the lover you considered to be forever lost to you returns. because he missed you and still loved you, just as you did.
except that... upon learning that you are now a mother with a toddler in her arms, his enthusiasm wanes. you realize that he doesn't want you anymore. and you feel those scars in your heart, those fragile lines that took so much love and care to close, split right open, leaving you bleeding once again.
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itcouldbeyourlastmistake · 7 days ago
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not to detract from my emo meltdown right now but can I say it’s really nice to be upset about something normal for once
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kiryuing · 7 months ago
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druid-for-hire · 2 years ago
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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captainsaltypear · 10 months ago
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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anna-scribbles · 5 months ago
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so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3
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