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He can be controlled.
#seduction is manipulative#beckoning and manipulation and whatnot#dune#dune part two#dune 2#dune part 2#dune comparatives#comparatives#feyd rautha#feyd rautha harkonnen#lady margot fenring#austin butler#lea seydoux#giedi prime#duneedit#aesthetics#a e s t h e t i c#moodboard#m1ne#florence and the machine#florence + the machine#dream girl evil#sleep token
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Horizon Machine Concept: Deepwarden
(I hope Tumbler doesn't compress the fuck out of these)
Zero Dawn Systems - Mobile Oceanic Repair Bay and Seawater Processor
Deepwarden
Range: South China Sea/Indian Ocean
This idea has been bouncing around my brain since Burning Shores came out and we got all that cool new ocean traversal - thinking about what that could look like with increased ocean verticality.
I have full lore for these things fleshed out that I will post later - I thought Arabic letter names instead of Greek would be a fun way to shake things up, and I figure GAIA would wand to honor different cultures with her work.
#horizon forbidden west#horizon#aloy#hfw#horizon zero dawn#guerrilla games#hzd#horizon machine#My art#this took two weeks fuuuuuuck meeeeee#Just for shits and giggles I tried to upload the original 11k x 6k pixel image and tumblr said “absolutely the fuck not”#Horizon fanart#Dune part 2 got me thinking about S C A L E
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6x15 | East
#happy thanksgiving i brought dessert#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S6#F R E C K L E S#lol jk that's a whole buffet#michonne really got up and left.....more unrealistic than zombies walking around lbr#FUZZIES ✨#even his....no don't say it.....is nice i hate myself#there's that urge to rub up against something like a cat again#let me date myself and remind everyone other old about those terrible sticky hand toys you'd get from like quarter machines#that'd be my existence#my birthday is tomorrow and my sister's bf just gave me a $60 bottle of tequila i have to work tomorrow but whatev
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#vaporwave#arcade#arcade gaming#arcade machine#sega#claw machine#game over#glowing#retrowave#a e s t h e t i c#v a p o r w a v e#video games#barcade#retro gaming#retro aesthetic
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older brother core
(more like older uncle/cousin core for me, but u get the jist)
#2000s childhood#2000s aesthetic#2000s emo#2000s core#post hardcore#metalcore#nu metal#slipknot#soad#asking alexandria#breaking benjamin#rage against the machine#stoner girl#nj#nyc#alt girl#explore#stoner blog#a e s t h e t i c
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monachan haul has arrived ✨safely✨
#ft. the gigo collab merch that i had proxied s o b s#‘how many albums did you buy m y g o s h’ j-just these 3…#thanks delivery guys for not notifying me when haul pt 2 was delivered lmao now my mother’s mad at me for not showing her what i got :(#‘just show her man’ d u d e she’ll lecture me about wasting my money— wait nvm i’ll show her my lls gk dvd that came in maybe that’ll help#im gatekeeping monachan from my fam idc if we’re related y’all c a n ’ t have her#b u t on another note the mona album standee looks really cute beside the new sena natsukomi standee#mona looks taller than sena in it but they just. look really cute next to each other aaaaa#though. yk. speaking of the gigo merch and stuff… man. i think i went to that arcade last year lmao#i didnt go up to the floor with the food and stuff since i was only there to play crane games and i was too lazy to climb the stairs#but seeing posts about the collab reminds me of the 1000 yen i spent trying to get ena pjsk nui in the mzen crane machine#i had. like. 4000 yen at the time and around 1/4 of it went to that machine… never forgive never forget#‘why didnt you withdraw more money then’ w e l l the debit card was with my bro and i broke off from the family to explore by myself s o—#and that was how i spent my birthday last year. on the 4th or 5th (cant rem) floor of gigo trying in vain to get enananui#that doesnt have anything to do with monachan but i needed to cry about it somewhere ig lmfao#m a n. what am i even doing with my life lmao#o k that’s enough of being annoying for one night see y’all for daily nagisa in a few hours byeeeeeeee
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Beast Machines could’ve been the Eurobeat Rave transformers show I NEEDED… anyways, you guys will never guess what album I’m listening to rn…
#The Best Dance Album in the World… Ever! Part 4#(spinning an image of Beast Machines Cheetor in my head rn)#you can’t perplex me now you know who’s RAW as if you didn’t know before knew what I want and I want it now I want YOU.#and then I wanna LITTLE MORE#‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥 I KNKW WHAT I WANT AND I WANT IT NOW‼️💥‼️💥‼️#I want YOU! cus I’m Mr Vain 👏💥👏💥👏#who’s gonna be the one to save you from YOURSELF!! when you wanna take a bite#FEMALES LONGING FOR A CHANCE TO WIN MY HEART WITH S E X AND PLENTY … ‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️#CALL HIM MR RAIDER CALL HIM MR WRONG CALL HIM MR VAIN
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you think roxas chomps straight into ice cream bc he had no idea what to eat it when axel gave it to him the first time, but he was numb to how painful the cold was, so he's just gotten used to it and never eats it any other way.
#kingdom hearts#i just think he must've been so braindead that he didn't realise it wasnt a good idea to bite it.#but by the time he was getting more aware and sentient he just assumed it was normal#and grew used to it#he sees someone lick the ice cream pop instead and he just fax machine breaks down#'wh-why aren't you biting it'#'because it's way too cold to bite?'#'...'#'roxas do you bite ice cream.'#'....'#'r o x a s d o y o u b i t e i c e c r e a m'
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OVER THE LOVE GIRLIES THE SONG IS FINALLY FUCKING ON SPOTIFY!!!! YOU CAN PLAY IT NOW!!!!!! 😭
#STOPPP I WAS S O OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG THE FIRST TIME I HEARD ITTTTT#I PLAYED IN CONSTANTLY AND I WAS D E V A S T A T E D SEEING IT WASN'T ON SPOTIFY BUT IT'S RETURNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AGAKAHKAGWOWUWOEHSKEHR#florence and the machine#florence + the machine#fatm#f+tm#florence welch#the great gatsby#the great gatsby soundtrack#over the love#spotify#my post
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Decisions & Desire Part II
Notes: Look, what I want you to take away from this is: 'I love you. Most ardently'. I even got the rain thing going. Song choice for this installment is: Arrival of the Birds by The Cinematic Orchestra.
Context: Anya and Viktor are childhood friends who have reconnected seven months ago. Anya is a mage, and a theoretical physicist; she is also a patron of Viktor and the Academy. They have rekindled their friendship, and are in love with each other. Because Anya is a different species, who lives for hundreds of years, and takes only one mate for her lifespan, Viktor has recused himself from her life, not wanting to cause her further pain. However, Jayce has some choice words for his friend. Anya also learns more about transformation rituals from her temple elder.
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Anya kept the company of her kinfolk, while Viktor kept himself confined to his laboratory. She had not seen him in nearly a week – neither had she heard from him, despite her occasional visits to the lab with pertinent information and translations of runework. Whenever she made an appearance there, Viktor always seemed absent, and her work was relayed solely through Jayce, who asked her no questions, neither pressed any agendas about the crystal or her relationship with her friend. It only made her feel more alone.
Despite the happy faces and the welcome invitations from her kin at the temple, Anya felt no desire to join them in preparations for the Autumnal Equinox festival – she had no mirth to contribute to the festival at all, and instead planned on recusing herself from the event. Regardless of where she went, or with whom, the abstinence of her friend’s love, and desire for their bonding, followed her – a horrible shadow that clung to her, even when the Sun shone brightest. His life was fragile, its length short, and she saw his grappling as a hindrance to the time that could be shared between them, despite the obstacles presented to them.
Her elder, Nana, was the only one of the temple who asked nothing of her, nor expected her presence in any capacity, except for that of a cup of tea. Nana was seven hundred years old, and she was the oldest and wisest among their community. She had long, silver hair that ran past her feet, and that matched her age; she had weathered skin and a warm smile that crinkled her eyes. Her home resided on the temple acreage, and she tended the sacred trees and flora and fauna that made the grounds lush and vibrant. Her cottage smelled of herbs, and the couch was well worn from visitors who sought her company. She was quick to listen, and slow to scold, but always had advice when it was asked of her.
“I have more ideas about the transmutation spell you asked me about some while ago,” Nana said, and served Anya a cup of berry tea. “I found a codex in the old catacombs of the temple. Don’t tell anyone.”
Anya smiled lightly, and held the cup in her lap. She had no desire to speak.
“There are many legends of shape shifting, as you know,” she continued with a huff and a grunt as she sat down on the couch. “Many talk of our ancient ancestors who could change into jaguars or hummingbirds during the heat of battle. Even dragons. But birds and cats sounds more believable to me,” she eyed her young guest with a simper. “Though much of what is written in these codices are thought of as fantasy by the majority – superstition and stories meant to inspire awe and terror into the hearts of enemies from long ago.”
“Do you believe it is possible?” Anya asked.
Nana looked at her and shrugged as she took a sip of tea. “I’ve seen too much to disregard anything at all. There are some who are gifted with the abilities of magic – like you and your parents; others who can communicate with animals and spirits. Who’s to say there is not a gene somewhere out there, wandering around, that can cause someone to shape shift? Maybe it got lost,” she chuckled.
“Did the codex suggest wanting anything in return for this power?”
Nana looked at her, suspicious, but she conceded: “No, there was no mention of an exchange – it was a power bestowed by the divinities. A gift. There were times it was granted as a way to smite an opponent in battle. Others, it was given as a way to protect a village or a family.”
Whatever the secret had been of transmutation, it was evident it was long lost, and was now regaled into the nebulous mythos of cultural tales. Anya set her untouched tea on the table in front of them, and nodded. “Thank you, Nana. But I do not feel up to having anything at the moment. I think I will leave.”
“What is wrong, my dear?” Nana asked, and held out her hand that she might stay.
“It is nothing. Childish things.” She shook her head, afraid she would think her a fool for her despondency. Viktor’s stubbornness was a sufficient burden, but Nana’s disapproval would be more than she could bear.
Nana gave her a sad smile as she watched the affliction on her soft face. “There is no such thing as too small a grief.”
Anya looked to her, reticent. She debated on what to say, but knew that if there was any one person in her community who could be relied upon, it would be Nana. “It does not feel small,” she admitted.
“This isn’t about runes.” Nana set her cup of tea down.
“No. It is not.” She looked out of the window at the far end of the room, she watched as the wildflowers blew, delicate and limber, in the afternoon sun – their stems and leaves had begun to turn brittle as Summer ended and as Autumn began. Soon, they would be wilted and returned to the earth from which they first grew. Viktor’s ailing health pressed upon her heart and she resisted the stinging in her eyes. She swallowed the hot, salted water that had gathered at the back of her throat, and she kept her head down. “There is someone with whom I wish to bond,” she said. She could not bring herself to say anything more.
“Have they refused you?” Nana asked.
“The desire is mutual. But he will not bond with me.”
Nana could think of no reason why someone would be so indecisive. Anya was well off – finances would never be a concern; there were no wars in which their kind had been involved, in Piltover or in Zaun, that could have amassed prejudice; there were no quarreling families within their own community that would prevent a peaceful union with Anya – a union with her would have been covetous. “Why?” she asked, bewildered.
“He is human,” she said. The tears she fought gathered at the edges of her eyes, and she struggled to keep them at bay as she looked at her elder. She turned away as a droplet ran down her face. “His health is frail, even by the standard of his kind. His lifespan will be cut short. He will not bond with me, so that I will not be alone when he dies.”
“That is honorable.”
“Too honorable,” Anya sniffled.
Nana smiled. There were few who understood and heeded the ways of their species – especially humans. To find someone with such zealous respect was both a blessing and curse.
“Nana – What is it like? To have a bonded who is no longer here.”
She took a long, slow breath, and memories passed her eyes as she thought on what to say. Her own bonded had been gone for nearly fifty years. It felt like an eternity. “I can still feel him – as I always did. When you bond with someone, you can feel what they feel, you can know where they are, and see the world through their spirit. It is the same, even now. He is still alive, somewhere. But not here. I feel that he misses me, as much as I miss him,” she gave Anya a smile, one full of joy and longing. She caressed her face – bright and full of youth and knowing. “This man loves you. Human men make no sacrifices for things they do not love. What will be, will be. Even if you love him from afar.”
Another tear fell onto Anya’s visage, and Nana gently brushed it away.
Anya returned to her quiet, cavernous home as clouds began to move their way through the sky. She recalled a rainy day in Zaun, where her mother told her to search for a bucket in the scrap heap around the corner from their house. The roof had sprung a leak, and Anya spent the night bailing out buckets of water. She was stricken with the cold, and became bed-ridden and ill, her mother tended to her with poultices and compresses for a week.
Her mansion made of marble had no leaks, and every gutter led to the gardens beneath. There were beds for vegetables and fresh herbs, there were fruit trees and bushes that yielded plentiful stone fruits and berries. She wanted for nothing. Except for the love she could not have.
She sat alone the rest of the afternoon in the salon, with a well lit fire and a hot cup of coffee as the rain began to fall, persistent and dour against the breadth of the windowpanes. She had numerous books on runes and shape shifting spread across the cushions, but she resented each of them. They all reminded her of Viktor.
Viktor arrived at the lab in a foul mood. The previous night left him restless, and what little sleep he gathered was listless and fitful. His mind was tired and overworked, and his heart had grown numb from the final exchange he shared with Anya; it sat on his stomach like a stone, and he felt himself pinned beneath it. Though he gave little credence to the tenements of Fate, he was beginning to believe in something far worse: bad luck. Luck, that he had reconnected with his friend after a decade and a half, and bad luck to have sabotaged his relationship with her. He lost the love of his life. He had no one other than himself to blame.
Viktor said nothing upon entering the lab and he promptly sat at his workbench, hunched over his journal; he analyzed the data he gathered the previous evening, along with several of Anya’s notes taped to the inside of his notebook. He could feel Jayce’s eyes on him from across the room.
Jayce sat not far away – he had been studying the crystal under a lens, having arrived at the lab nearly two hours before his partner. He leaned back in his chair with a deep sigh, his hands ran down his face – every facet of the crystal was beginning to blur into one another, and he could hardly tell the difference between the runes anymore. He looked up towards his friend again, who seemed to share his same, glossy-eyed look.
“You hungry?” he asked.
Viktor gave no reply.
Jayce tilted his head, trying to see the expression on his friend’s face. It was stern, guarded, and unmoving. Viktor was not often outwardly expressive, but he was not devoid of feeling altogether, and he had come to know Viktor well enough to see when his friend was perturbed – despite the few indications he might give evidently. Jayce rolled the chair closer to his partner. “Hey –” he tapped his shoulder.
Viktor started and took a sharp breath. “What?” he growled as he shot Jayce a glance.
“I think we could both use a break. Why don’t we get something to eat.” A drop in blood sugar would explain Viktor’s harsh disposition.
He waved him off. “I am fine, go on without me.”
Jayce stared at him with scepticism. “You don’t look fine.”
Viktor closed his eyes and slowly inhaled. “There are things in my private life I would like to keep private,” he said. Jayce had become a friend – Viktor’s only friend besides Anya; and while his two friends were each other’s acquaintance, Viktor was careful never to divulge more than the superficial in regard to Anya and her background. He had given Jayce no knowledge as to her species, or her capabilities as a mage; the extent of his appraisal had been their friendship in childhood, and her success at the Academy. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Concern built itself deeper into Jayce, and worry furrowed itself into his features. Not long ago, Viktor saved his life from the broken ledge of his apartment. The chill of that terrible night’s air gripped him by the throat, and he refocused himself onto his friend, instead. “You don’t have to suffer in silence.”
Viktor stopped, overcome with the memory of watching Jayce nearly step over the ledge and into death. They never spoke of it. They did not have to. It was a hermetic secret between the two of them, one that was never forgotten, and never mentioned. But Viktor could hear between what was not said. He sighed and turned on the stool, throwing the pencil on the notebook. “There is a dilemma, in my personal life, that has no favorable solution,” he said. “My only choice is to accept the consequence, and proceed with my life. My work,” he motioned to the notebook.
Jayce stared at him, more confused than before, his worries no more allayed. “Are you…getting fired?”
Viktor scoffed. “No. Although, I supposed I could be,” he murmured. His position at the Academy forbade any fraternization with a donor. It was yet another obstacle that bid him forget about whatever childish emotions welled themselves inside of his mind. “My affections for Anya have grown beyond that of friends,” he admitted. The feeling of her soft skin imprinted itself on his hands as he spoke, the feel of her breath as he kissed her, the sweet taste of her – she flooded into him all at once, and his chest tightened.
Jayce’s face softened and he began to smile.
“There is nothing to be done about it.” He turned back to his workbench.
“What do you mean?” Jayce asked, taken aback.
Viktor rolled his tongue in his mouth, his jaw stiffened and his eyes pierced through the pages of the book underneath his palms. He debated whether to speak of Anya’s species, but if he knew anything of his friend, he knew Jayce understood the value of a secret. “Anya is not like you and me. Her species is capable of living for a thousand years. In that time, they will have only one mate. It is for their lifetime. It is a bond that will last, even after death. My affection for her now will be meaningless in five hundred years.” He swallowed and closed the notebook. “She would be alone. That is not something I will allow.”
“So you’re not going to say anything?”
“I already have.”
“And? What did she say?”
“We have not spoken in a week, since.”
“Well what the hell did you say?”
Viktor rolled his eyes. “I was honest with her. It is what she deserves. I told her my affection, and also told her it was better we do not bond.”
“She deserves the opportunity to decide for herself, Viktor.”
The lines in Viktor’s face drew deeper, and he felt offense flush his face.
“You made the decision for her. What if she wants to be with you?”
“Then it would be better for me to suffer the next thirty years alone, than her for centuries more.”
Jayce stayed quiet as he watched his friend anguish.
“My refusal to bond with her is not out of arrogance or self-centeredness.”
“Viktor, she won’t wait for you forever.”
“That is exactly the point,” he denounced him. “Thirty years from now, I will be dead. And in three hundred years, she will find another she loves.”
“What if she doesn’t find anyone? What if it’s only you?”
“Statistics would argue otherwise.” He sighed and looked away from his friend as he leaned back in the chair. “I would never fault her for wanting to love another. But we will have already been bonded.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, not bad – foolish. We are not the same kind. We were not meant to bond.” He ended the conversation and returned to his notes.
Jayce gave him a disgruntled frown, though he knew Viktor was unable to see it. He remained silent, and only watched his friend compartmentalize his pain – despite how well Viktor assumed he was hiding it, Jayce could see his grief plainly. They had not known each other long, but knew him to be a lonely, stoic man, who devoted his life to proving his worthiness through science and advancement. He was a good man, who always thought of others before himself. Who thought of the woman he loved before his own desires. Jayce could not say the same about himself. Though he did not know Anya well, he knew she was the only one who could make Viktor laugh and smile without restraint; when they were together, Jayce saw enjoyment in his life – rather than only discipline and hardship.
Perhaps he lived vicariously through his friend – that the merit of perseverance could be met with reward and happiness. Perhaps he resented him for refusing to accept such happiness. Or perhaps he was merely frustrated with his friend’s stubbornness. “You’re fighting this really hard,” he said.
Viktor took a grated breath and threw up his palms, knowing he would not get any work done with Jayce’s ever-optimistic meddling. “What would you have me do?”
“Stop sabotaging yourself.”
“And when she is left alone with no one, with nothing? What then? I will not be responsible for her suffering.”
“You already are.”
Viktor gnawed the inside of his mouth and looked away.
“You can’t live your life in the theoretical.”
Life was incalculably more complicated than the theoretical, or the practical – it was an egregious amalgamation of both, that fit neither descriptor. And sometimes, there were no viable solutions. Sometimes, there was only the best that could be done. Viktor’s parents did the best they could, despite their poverty, despite their flaws and faults. There were times, much like this, he wished he could talk to them. Ask for their guidance and advice, their life experience. But even without it, Viktor did the best he could.
That was all that could be done.
Viktor drove a carriage from the Academy, after Jayce left the lab in the late afternoon. The Sun was setting, and dusk and rain were easily approaching on the horizon – cooler hues of orange and magenta sunk with the dark, impending clouds behind the Piltover skyline, and Viktor recalled a time when he could not see the Sun set, nor when it rose. He drove in silence as he mulled over the arguments of his friend, and the blistered emotions that imprinted themselves within his chest. The ability to intuit the machine beneath his hands allowed his mind to wander freely; he shifted it from each of its gears without fault or hesitation, and his left leg moved with ease to control the clutch and acceleration. The ability to pilot a machine granted him freedom from the physical fetters that plagued him daily – the rare moments in which he felt his body free from restraint, granted his mind clarity and respite.
Anya deserved honesty, he concluded. Honesty – not only in his emotions, but in his actions. There was a distinct line he observed: to deny them both the opportunity of bonding was dishonest, to himself, and also to her. Jayce, for all his meddling, had been correct: Anya deserved to make her own honest decisions, and Viktor was required to trust her instincts, and trust the decisions she made for the course of her future. It was iniquitous, and it was presumptuous to determine her future for her. It was her future. Not his. But together, they could share the present.
The road to her home was winding, along a paved path lined with trees and wildlife. Though her mansion was modern, even by the Kiramann’s standards, the reclusivity and pastoral beauty of its location was something that appealed to him. Her culture revolved around the natural world, around the connection between their species and all life around them. It suited her that her home was deep within the forest. The fresh air of the treeline, and the onset of clean rain was a relief to his lungs, and to the memories of Zaun’s filth that permeated his mind.
The carriage pulled into the circular driveway, and he could see a dim light through the many windows of the house. Rain pummelled his shoulders the moment he stepped out, and he hurried with his cane as well as he could across the cobblestone for cover underneath the porch. But the winds were shifting through the forests and mountains around them, and despite the cover of the overhang, the rain smattered him sideways. He pulled a gilded knocker on the door, and tapped it three times. He waited, eagerly, and mulled over everything he wanted to say while he attempted to keep a chill at bay.
Moments seemingly blurred into hours, and, presently, Anya answered the door.
“Viktor?” She stared at him, shocked – misery clung to his features, and she knew he had not slept; hunger drew the color from his face, and the rain drenched him from his hair to his shoes.
Everything he wanted to say, everything he planned on saying – every point he wanted to make suddenly vanished. He stood there – dumb and silenced.
“Are you alright?”
But everything he wanted to say, could be condensed into one singular phrase: “Anya, I love you.” He met her eyes with pleading, and swallowed; he felt bare having said the words aloud. “I do not know anything with certainty, but that I love you. I do not know the future. And I know nothing of magic. But, I try.” Even in the downpour around them, his throat felt parched. “I want to try. For however long the future will have me in this life. If you will have me.”
Anya’s heart raced within her, and she saw their future written plainly on his face: one of happiness, and one of hope – despite whatever hardships they might face. Her smile trembled at the thoughts and images that played before her mind’s eye. She nodded, breathless.
But he shook his head, afraid she had given her blessing too soon. He reached for her, as if to implore her, and petition her grace. “I cannot give you status. I can give you no children –”
She dismissed his fear, and cupped his face. “I do not bond with you for what you can give me,” she said. “My bond is my love for you, Viktor. Always.”
Viktor weakened at her words, and water flushed his face – though from tears, or from the rain, he could no longer distinguish. Her hands were warm, and any part of him that had been frozen or chilled melted at her touch. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, and took her hand to kiss it – his cane moved to the crook of his arm. He breathed in her scent and revelled in the benevolence of her softness, with the thought of awakening to her beside him every morning, and falling asleep to the sound of her every night. He looked to her one last time: “Are you certain?”
“More than anything.” She brushed the water from the stern lines of his countenance, and gently pulled him towards her.
Gladly, he met her lips and drank in the sweetness of her taste. He caressed his palms around her face, where he left behind streaks of rain on her skin, and on her clothes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him taut, pressed against her.
Viktor took a breath and leaned against her face as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder. A pang gathered in his throat: not one of sadness, nor of the grief that had so despairingly plagued him the last week, but a pang of great and overwhelming emotion. Which emotion he could not clearly ascertain: happiness, relief, uncertainty and anxiousness of the future. It was akin to the peace and quiet calm that is only left behind after a storm. He felt a tear escape him, amidst the serenity inside of him. “What must I do,” he asked, his voice overcome with whelm and affection, “to bond with you, with the ritual of your people?”
Anya held him tighter with gratitude for his recognition, and moved to see his eyes: “You must find me a feather, and braid it into my hair.”
The carnal intimacy of her sacred hair – to caress it, and comb it, to bring her pleasure with it, seldom occurred to him, but the thought was ardent and clear to him now. He stroked the side of her face, where the back of his hand graced against the edge of her mane; she emanated a quiet purr at his touch, and he relinquished his hand, flustered – though she had made no effort to pull away from him. He took her hand, instead, and kissed it once more.
Anya invited him inside, to warm himself by the fire; he sat on the couch where she had staked herself throughout the afternoon – books were still strewn across the salon, he chose one as he put his leg up onto an ottoman. Before he could protest, she poured him a hot cup of coffee of his own, and offered him a helping of sweet bread and fresh cheese.
“Thank you,” he said, and took the cup and plate.
“You forgot to eat again.”
“Bad habit,” he looked at her, diffident.
She raised a brow. “Which means you have also forgotten your medicine.”
Realization struck him, and he searched his pocket for his pill case. In the wave of ecstasy and emotion, he had not felt the pain in his back and hip, but as his mind anchored itself again, he felt it worm itself into the forefront of his attention.
Anya sat next to him, and leaned against him as he ate, and drank, and swallowed his pills. He looked at her, in the firelight – she was the beauty of a brilliant star, illuminated by the cosmos. He wrapped her in a blanket that was thrown behind them on the couch. He wondered, what life would be like thirty years thence, when he was frail, when he had even less to give her – nothing except the love he would always have for her. He saw his own future with her, as the fire danced across her: lenitive, contented, and a life in which he may always be free from fear. With her, Viktor felt safe. He always had. He always would.
#next chapter is S E X#viktor smut almost two years in the making LMAO#but i will have finally fulfilled my promise to yall#there will then be an additional s e x scene soon after that#and that's it i think#as far as i can see for now at least#viktor#viktor arcane#arcane viktor#jayce talis#viktor the machine herald#machine head#machine herald viktor#arcane#viktor fanfic#viktor x oc#viktor x anya#arcane fanfic#arcane netflix#netflix arcane#jayce arcane#machine herald#viktor fanfiction#oc x viktor#*that's it as far as sex scenes go. there is still more of the story
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USA 1997
#USA1997#INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES#HARDWARE#IBM#IBM APTIVA E SERIES#IBM APTIVA L SERIES#IBM APTIVA S SERIES
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THE WAY ARGYLLE MOVIE TOTALLY RIPPED OFF THE WINTER SOLDIER HELICARRIER FIGHT SCENE IM HOWLINGGGGGGG
#THEY STOLE IT THEY STOLEEEE ITTTTT#THE TRIGGER WORDS THAT TURN HER INTO A BRAINWASHED KILLING MACHINE#AIDEN GIVING UP BC HE CANT FIGHT HER AND WONT KILL HER#FHSKDKF IM S C R E A M I N G G G G#THEY DID WHAT MARVEL WAS TOO CHICKENSHIT TO DO AND MADE THEM KISS#argylle#argylle spoilers#catws
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SDCC | 2017
#because we were talkin about it the other day....#Andrew Lincoln#*#andygifs#the white tee#it hits different#*resists the urge to sing*#excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you#H A N D S#you know those sticky hands toys from the store quarter machines?#that'd be my existence#how is that b e a r d ™ legal#the mold broke....no it didn't you couldn't even make a mold#hello effortless masculine energy#excuse me but the nose™
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A KH VARIETY CAPSULE MACHINE
🔴 - OFFICIAL ART/RENDERS/MUSIC/MORE 🟠 - DEV INTERVIEWS/TIDBITS/TRIVIA 🟡 - FAN MUSIC/VIDEOS 🟢 - FAN ART/ILLUSTRATIONS 🔵 - GIFS/GRAPHICS/EDITS/DESIGN 🟣 - FAN FICTION 🟤 - FAN RESOURCES ⚫ - FAN GAMES/MODS ⚪ - MISC.
CURRENT CAPSULE DROP RATE: ZERO CAPSULES A DAY.
#kingdom hearts#launching a new kh fandom variety blog#dunno if anyone else will vibe with it but i want to spread more positivity and spotlight fan creations more#because it's really the fanworks that get us through these droughts because s-e sure isn't giving us much to work with lol#post 'drop rate' increases mostly just based on how big the blog queue is#but the queue is shuffled repeatedly to help capture the randomness of capsule machines :p#capsule contents are completely to my whim and taste sorry
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[Hybrid au: Audino! E-S/o is busy making a latte for an Aipom hybrid, while their back is turned the Aipom boy smirks as he takes out an air horn from his jacket and is about to blow it, When a large hand juts out grabs his arm in a tight grip! The Aipom boy winces he looks behind him and nearly shits himself, when he comes face to face with a very angry Emmet (Reshiram hybrid) who smiles tightly at him as smoke bellows from the corners of his mouth.]
Emmet, menacingly: Try it and I’ll carbonize your ass...
Aipom boy, pissing himself: Eep!
{Emmet snatches the air horn and lets go of the boy as E-S/o turns around with the kid’s drink in hand.]
E-S/o: Here you go! Sorry for the wait.
Aipom Boy, nervously: It’s fine, thank-you. *turns to leave*
(Emmet clears his throat, the boy turns back and puts 20 dollars into the tip jar.)
E-S/o: That’s too...*the kid runs out of the Grind station* much.
{E-S/o is confused by the boys behavior and looks at Emmet who plays innocent and shrugs, once he was outside however, he noticed the Aipom boy and his little gang watching the dragon of truth nervously, Emmet just smirked at them as he held up their air horn and used Fire claw to make the can melt and explode in front the horrified teens. Needless to say, the Gear station never had problem with that group of kids again.]
#pokemon incorrect quotes#pokemon hybrid#submas#subway boss emmet#subway boss emmet x reader#Reshiram! Emmet#audino! reader#Audino hybrids have very sensitive hearing had that Aipom been able to use that air horn E-s/o ear's could've been severely damaged#or could've burned themselves while using the espresso machine#protective Emmet#dragon submas#reshiram
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Aspergers is a fake condition the Nazis made up to create an "acceptable kind" of autistic person their state could still abuse without killing. Jsyk
...uh
No.
Youre thinking of "Hans Asperger". The nazi PSYCHIATRIST who came up with the term.
#Alex's Answering Machine#i have no idea what ur saying and honestly it sounds like twitter tier word vomit to sound like you have a higher moral ground#all you did was confuse me#“Just so you know” you didnt share anything resembling knowledge#i am#actually autistic#aspergers#is just a#s p e c i f i c a t i o n
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