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theoakleafpancake · 10 months ago
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If I fight those monsters
Is it you I’ll find?
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[Image ID: A depiction of Lief. He has brown skin, dark curly hair and hazel eyes, and he is wearing a dull, purplish tunic, cinched at the waist with a yellow belt. A green wrap is folded around his arms. One gold earring is visible on his right ear. /End ID]
Wisdom Saga has also brought back my EPIC the Musical AU of Deltora Quest. Sorta. But have a young Deltoran prince who dreams of his kingdom’s release from the Shadow Lord, and of his father’s return
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remxedmoon · 1 year ago
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y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*
no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(
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eddieschains · 2 years ago
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Share it with the class, weve got specific needs and everyones to afraid to say them 👀
naur i’m nervy 👉🏽👈🏽
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huitunkuutti · 7 months ago
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Lehtovuohenputki - Aegopodium podagraria
Captain Mithrun of the House of Kerensil
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logicpng · 1 month ago
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i wonder how many people following me werent here during my spamton era. he returns when the world needed him most
(also i feel. All sorts of ways about tenna i cannot promise I'll be normal about him either)
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howly · 8 months ago
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headcanon: the boring perfect self control vampire bella thinks she has is a LIE and at one point she caught human scent mid-hunt and snapped. it made her so wild she had to be restrained to the point where things got ugly
i know edward would never dare to do it and meyer would never dare write it and in canon newborn vamp bella would be far stronger than him...
actually. you know who would be stronger than one young vampire? two old vampires. and who would act practical in a critical situation? emmett
imagine edward and bella heading out for a hunt and emmett being like "do you guys mind if i tag along? i feel like snacking". bella's a little mad at the prospect of suddenly having a third wheel (homegirl wasn't planning on just. hunting) but alice gets a weird hunch and goes "no, no, em should go with you" ok nostradamus. he's going.
fast forward they're in the mountain. bella finds having emmett third-wheeling is not half bad. in emmett's head, lowkey it's bella who's the third wheel after so many decades of him hunting together with edward. but nevertheless, it's so fun with her around. all is good until they catch the scent of an entire group of friends hiking just a couple of miles from here, away from all civilization. emmett and edward stop in their tracks, ready to turn around. bella, her guard down, loses it and stars running towards the group, so they have no choice but to charge at her. while strugging to keep her in place, they try to talk her down but she doesn't listen. she doesn't care, she's strong enough to fight them off, and she fights and claws and hisses and breaks bones of whoever gets in her way because there are so many pulses just a few minutes' run away from her and their scent is so sweet and burning and calling, calling, calling to her
while struggling to restrain her, emmett grunts "we have to disarm her". edward catches the image in his head and shouts "no! you can't literally disarm bella!". well, how the hell do you expect us to stop her from massacring all those hikers? we'll just put her back together afterwards. duh!, emmett thinks, and knows he has to act fast so he goes in while bella's busy yanking away from edward's grip and tears off a limb. or two. all 3 of them may or may not be screaming.
a few moments later edward's pinning bella to the ground, holding her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him. her thrashing is not so effective with limited body parts. part of him wants to yell at emmett but that's kind of low priority. he's holding on to the last of his composure while he looks down at bella's feral expression and chants 'baby. i'm so sorry but i'll give you your leg back after you calm down a bit. i won't be able to outrun you if you go chasing after those people now. please calm down. i love you. hold your breath'
just then she listens, stops breathing and her vision refocuses. for the first time she realizes she was on her way to slaughter a bunch of strangers and she broke the arm of the man she loves at least three times when he tried to stop her. she wants to open her mouth and apologize but that will require her to breathe and possibly go crazy with thirst again. so she stares back at edward's panicked eyes and nods at him, her own red eyes just as full of terror.
then she looks over his shoulder and sees emmett waving her severed leg in the air like it's a baseball bat. "hey, did you know that rose wears the same shoe size?"
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porters-fangs · 2 months ago
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i got some speaker headcanons. so listen up.
tw: my opinion ❤️
also probably not canon-compliant but see if i care
> morgan is almost entirely blind
he was born with cataracts, and the world has always looked to him like a watercolour painting that never dries, colour and light bleeding across his vision
seer obscura never commented when he squinted through the lenses of his glasses as they sat opposite him, or when he fumbled for the handle of his mug.
he can see. just… in a different way.
pry the blind seer trope from my cold dead hands i dare you
> sam has chronic migraines
he’s struggled with them ever since he was a kid. the throbbing pain behind his temples that never ceases, the burn of light creeping under his lashes and searing his nerves, the nausea that rises in his throat and the ringing in his ears whenever he moves his head too far in one direction.
he’s tried everything there is.
painkillers. herbal tea. lying in a dark room for hours on end. eventually, he has to grin and bear it when the responsibilities of life come knocking once more.
it’s only when darlin shifts and and curls up on his chest, every breath rumbling through his bones that he finds himself relaxing. the pain dulls. the sickness fades. he even falls asleep for the first time in days.
a furry tail thumps happily against the bedsheets.
> asher uses he/they pronouns
he started exploring his identity in college, when he kissed a guy for the first time and really didn’t hate it.
they discovered the label “demi boy” in the middle of a lecture when he was really supposed to be taking notes. it stuck.
they haven’t told anyone other than david and babe. not because he’s ashamed - he really doesn’t mind just “he” - but it’s something that feels personal to him.
a discovery that he keeps as his own.
> asher has six toes on one foot
yeah i can’t elaborate on this one
he just does
wiggles them in babe’s face sometimes
> milo used to have anxiety attacks - still does
they were bad when he was a kid. he used to collapse in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as his throat closed up and his lungs failed every breath.
he had a childhood cat who would only ever come home through milo’s window and never explored the rest of his house. really, his parents never knew they did have a cat. it was his.
he’d keep pieces of chicken from his school lunch to leave on the windowsill. when he was having an anxiety attack, the cat ignored the food. it leaped down, prowling over to him and nudging his leg insistently, purring like an engine.
aggro does the same thing.
> milo still gets growing pains
and it pisses him off
because where is the GROWING
no growth. just an ache deep in his bones.
> vincent had epilepsy
he was never supposed to be at the theme park that night. they were a catalyst for disaster, the flashing lights and stress of the crowds the perfect breeding ground for his condition.
his friend had begged him to come - and then bailed last minute. something about a project deadline? whatever. vincent was going. he’d already convinced himself.
he’d taken his medication. avoided alcohol all night. he was very proud of himself as he stood in the queue for the “surge” rollercoaster. although, he felt himself getting fidgety at the prospect of getting on it.
the stranger next to him seemed just as nervous. so he grabbed their hand. it grounded them both.
> david lost his ring finger
he had an accident as a kid. it was stupid, really. he’d wanted to help his dad build the treehouse in their backyard. begged him to please let him cut the wood - he was strong too, wasn’t he?
reluctantly, gabe handed over the powersaw, holding his son’s hands in his own to keep them steady.
a noise from beyond the backyard. too close to the wards gabe had put up to protect what was left of his family, he glanced up for a second, loosening his hold. david was giddy with excitement.
very poor hand placement led to the crunch of bone and a very vulgar exclamation from his dad.
they had to take it at the hospital. david had never minded. he thought it looked badass - it was proof of the trust his dad had in him, the trust he’d fight to earn again. after all - he was strong too, wasn’t he?
around the time of his and angel’s wedding, he grew to hate the loss of his finger. what kind of husband would he be? unable to properly wear his ring, to let his mate stake their claim over him. they kissed his chest, and told him to go back to sleep.
david got a tattoo the next week. a wedding ring, on the knuckle of his missing finger.
and the real ring would always be threaded on the leather cord around his neck, pressed close to his heart.
> damien has a hip implant
he developed osteoarthritis in his hip at a very young age. even walking around became a chore.
his mother picked up on it very quickly, signing him up for the implant as soon as it was offered.
damien was terrified. he hated the idea of surgery - being unconscious while someone with a scalpel looms over you.
he couldn’t deny that it helped, though. finally, he didn’t wake up in pain, and he could stretch without being in agony.
when he told huxley, he made it part of his routine to drop to his knees and press loving kisses to the scar there while damien blushes and expresses his embarrassment.
he loves it really.
> gavin has a chipped horn
he coalesced with it.
now, gavin knows he looks good.
he’s never felt the need to change his appearance for people - if someone desires him, he’s all theirs
however, that small imperfection always draws his eyes when he admires himself in the mirror, and he feels his mouth tilt down, clicking his tongue
it’s just so… obvious
freelancer spent months working on their contra earth elemental abilities, struggling over each and every detail
until one day, they presented him with a small, gold cap, encrusted with little jewels, about the size of a thimble to sit atop his broken horn
they didn’t leave their room allll dayyyyy
> avior is nonbinary
yeah.
he uses he/they pronouns but the concept of gender has always baffled him.
boy? girl? uhhh… no thank you
demons have no need for such trivial things as “gender”
hilarious
also he has knee length hair and it’s long and silky and never tangles ever??
> guy has a prosthetic hand
it’s his right hand and he lost it a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.
lucky for him, he’s always been left handed.
still, he’s absolutely insufferable with the puns
“hey, honey… need a hand? ;)”
“oh my god guy.”
> camelopardalis has tremors
he’s just shaky. he doesn’t know where they come from.
maybe the memories he relieves from his clients and is haunted by every night .
maybe the coffee he can’t stop drinking.
maybe the fact that he’s somehow always cold, even in the height of summer.
they’ve never stopped him.
> porter used to have a hearing aid
he was only impaired in one ear, but still found comfort in turning his aid all the way down just to tune out the noise from one half of the world.
after he was turned, he no longer needed it, and there was a strange sense of melancholy in shutting the aid away in his bedside drawer.
his ear still rings sometimes.
> vega’s tail was clipped
when he was sent to prison, the tip of his tail was severed. not a catastrophic injury - just enough to make a statement.
i was caught.
he hides it under a cloak when he can, only sparing the blunt end a distasteful glance when he wraps it around the waist of his warden.
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ultipoter · 1 year ago
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Pokemon Legends Arceus fan comic, where Jirou has disappeared and Volo has complicated feelings about it. (And maybe figures out that there's a bit of a God in that little phone of Jirou's)
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sunsetcurveauto · 1 month ago
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Cheers, mate. I'm freezing.
Charles Rowland // "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
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muffinlance · 10 months ago
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druk gets into zukos coffee supply
"Uncle."
Uncle raised his tea cup to his lips.
"Uncle, how did he get in."
Uncle took the most delicate of sips.
"Uncle I am not turning another storeroom into tea storage."
"How unfortunate to waste the space," said Uncle. "After all, it is quite hard to keep a dragon out once they have acquired the taste!"
"Uncle."
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purecommemasolitude · 8 days ago
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the thing about "barely any of the musical greasers actually have their hair greased" is that that's pretty obviously because it wouldn't work with most of their hair textures, but more importantly i'd argue there's not even a loss of that aspect of the story
just like it's not a choice without implications to cast ethnic groups that read as ethnic minorities to a 21st century audience (the greasers being mostly poc is for a multitude of reasons but among them it's worth noting that a lot of the originators of the subculture, to my understanding, were oppressed ethnic groups -- just ones that a modern audience might not interpret as such), a very efficient way to communicate the implications of greaser hair culture without having ponyboy deliver monologues on the subject is to have them played by groups for whom hair is a significant part of their history and oppression. when a group of white socs surrounds pony and johnny and threatening to hold them down and cut their hair, it does read differently and say more quicker when johnny is played by a black and indigenous man
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itadooori · 2 months ago
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god yall i love gi-hun so much its actually hazardous
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artsymeeshee · 2 months ago
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Question: If Ford wore an ace or aro ring, which fingers would he wear them on?
Is this just a thinly veiled way of asking for a Ford with an ace and/or aro ring? ...maybe...
I have thought about this. Usually ace rings would be worn on the right middle and aro rings on the left middle. I’m honestly all for Ford having two rings, mainly two ace rings and one aro?
I’ve also toyed with the idea of drawing a backstory of him knowing about and getting the rings. Kinda wanted to include the possibility of him getting a personal ring with the sunset aroace colors. (Based on an actual ring I own)
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Look I know the toxicity and the tension is like the main appeal of Burned Bridges and it’s utterly delicious but
Have you considered. An alternative. That exists in my head.
Them representing the part of themselves that they actively suppresses to each other. One suppresses his emotions behind a mask of a lack of emotion(Smitten(overwhelming emotion) to Cold), while the other suppresses the part of himself that feels alone and empty, covering it up with all of the other emotions that he intensely feels(Cold(the emptiness and yearning) to Smitten). Masks of overwhelming positive emotion and no emotion to hide the depths of their emotions. Their vulnerability. They are each other’s tormentors.
Cold pushing Smitten’s buttons at first out of his own amusement. Smitten retorts back at Cold every time he provokes him and dislikes the realisation of how easy it is for Cold to push his buttons. And then. Emotional torment. Them showing the depths of their hearts to each other. Whether by complete accident or an action made by Smitten that had unraveled them both. Their vulnerability and the parts of themselves were shown to each other. Cold hits a realisation. Smitten sits in stunned shock. They realise there is more to the other than they originally thought.
Smitten being Smitten denies it at first. He denies how similar they are to each other and retorts with uncertain anger in a vain attempt to cover up the parts of his heart that he tries so desperately to hide. But how can he deny it anymore? When now the question swims within his head on the possibility that he may be wrong, and now everything that he has done within the construct is coming back at him at full force? When what he’s done in HEA and him being the reason why his beloved and the Decider are unhappy? Is he a good person? He must be a good person! He is passionate and full of emotion! But is he really? The heart yearns for companionship, and yet he cannot get it through the Princess anymore. She is gone.
Cold acknowledges their similarities. And yet he remains unchanged. Outwardly at least. His heart has been shown to Smitten. The depths of his buried emotion and passion, the feelings of betrayal from the Narrator. They find their way back bubbling onto the surface. His heart rages a storm. He continues to deny the emotions within the dam that he kept locked up. Another drop in a glass that is already spilling.
Their existence forces each other to look into themselves. Their existence forces each other to start their journey to grow and to face the parts of themselves that they try so desperately to suppress and hide. A seed of doubt planted into their hearts, and it will only grow further. And one day, they will be a devotion no longer blind, and a longing satisfied. It will be a long and difficult journey, but with guidance, one day they will be able to look at each other in acceptance and learn to love the parts they feared and despised.
(Edited to have this cause I have a stupid idea. Ignore this)
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perverted-transman · 3 months ago
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Infatuated with the idea of taking a sweet, sheltered "girl" and helping him turn into a man.
Like church every sunday and holiday, private school, lives in dresses and skirts type little thing. Spent your childhood playing outside and reading any parent-approved book available. Heard the word "transsexual" maybe once or twice when you were younger in overheard conversations you weren't a part of and never thought anything of it. You got your first phone when you were sixteen after having your only interaction with technology be through the living room TV and the computers at school.
That's where, for the first time, you could engage in meaningful ways with lifestyles other than the one you've been living. When you make a social media profile for the first time, you decide to use an alias. You make it male. Just to protect yourself, of course. Wouldn't want to be targeted by any creeps online.
This goes on for a few years. You ignore the way you slowly start to feel more comfortable in the online persona than in real life interactions. You start making queer friends and learn about queerness past the vague ideas of sinfulness that being raised christian instilled. And one day you shyly ask a close friend, a tough bear-type guy, to use male pronouns for you.
The friend agrees and is very gentle and conscious about it. But inside he's sick with excitement. He goes with you to a barber to get your first short haircut. He helps you gradually pick out more masculine clothes and throw the old ones away. He's there when you're coming out to your other friends, to employers, to family.
You cry the first time he gives you a needle in the thigh and injects testosterone. And the time after that. And the time after that. Each time he cooes to you and pets you hair and says it's okay. It only hurts for a second and then it feels so good.
Your two start going on walks and runs together. He takes you to the gym. He buys you a packer (and surprise, and it's 3 in 1). He buys you a pump for your growing cock. He massages your growing muscles. He asks to see how well your dick is coming in. He shows you his to compare.
He shows you his strap on and demonstrates how it's used. A few years ago you would have trembled at the thought of your first time being anal. Now you can't picture it any other way. You're a man after all, and you'll take it like one.
You and your friend go to the gym nearly every day. You wrestle and drink together and kiss on the couch, hot and sweaty and desperate to feel each other's bodies. Strong hands grope furred chests. You fuck all the time, suck each other's cocks, pure hedonism and masculine drive.
You from a few years prior would tremble if left alone with you now.
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sidhion · 1 year ago
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cowboy AU with Steven and Mclooy :33
i love themsmhfjfbllb
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