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fateboundknight · 2 years ago
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Lady Tamira Pollux, Eldest Child of The Pollux Line, Twin to Lord Caelus Pollux, Elder Sister of The Chosen Resurrectionist Ser Kessarin Pollux.
Otherwise known as a Rancid Bitch
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snoozerat · 5 years ago
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Buncha ladies
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milaswriting · 4 years ago
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Oooh yess! So my Mc's name is Tamira and she's extremely affectionate towards others. She hugs her friends on a daily basis and loves to cuddle. It's very easy to make her laugh, cause she has a very dumb humor. Tamira's an ENFJ, which shows a lot because she tries to help everyone. She loves cats and ferrets (watch her turn into the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons when she's older). She's also head over heels for B and hopes to become friends with all of the sexy new supernaturals at her school:D
Tamira sucks big time at math, which is why she chose to study languages instead of psychology (I relate to this so hard UGH). Her relationship with Jared isn't actually that bad, because Tamira tries her best to understand why he's absent and even if it hurts that he's gone most of the time, she cherishes the moments she can share with him:)
Ahh, I love the fact Tamira is affectionate! That’s so cute. And oh my gosh, I can relate with the math thing - I’M TERRIBLE AT IT. Tamira’s seems like such a sweetheart 💘
Thank you for your ask, hun 💛
~ xXx
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followmylegacy · 4 years ago
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TIANA - PT 7
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It was such a relief when the triplets finally had their birthday.
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The... “Senior Pollination Technician” AKA the triplets’ mum came over to see how they turned out. I am SO glad she didn’t try to take them back to the “homeworld” with her.
Les was NOT happy to find out the kids weren’t his but... honestly, he was more mad at the aliens in his homeworld for choosing his soon-to-be wife! He promised he was going to make a baby with her on his own!
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Aurora’s Alien Form
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Aurora’s Human Disguise
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Audrey’s Alien Form
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Audrey Human Disguise
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Abrahm Alien Form
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Abrahm Human Disguise
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Tamira was so excited to spend time with her new nieces & nephew!! She bought them a cute blow up pool to play in. :)
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And... later that night, Ami had their daughter, Jacquelyn, at home... making them both mummies as well!! :D
With all the toddlers & a baby in the house, things were hectic! Everyone was trying to get their work tasks done & Tiana was still going to her restaurant to make sure things were running smoothly.
She got a promotion to top Celeb chef while her brother, Khalil was promoted to be one of the ONLY Sims-in-Black.
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Tiana prepared some Japanese buns for the ladies in the house to get their honest opinion on her new recipe. ;)
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And eventually, Jacquelyn’s birthday came up!
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She inherited Ami’s cute red hair!!
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Theeeen, Benson & Bailey’s birthday party happened!
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Tiana whipped together some amazing banana pudding and a strawberry angel food cake for the candles!
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Now for some candids of everyone taking care of the many children!!
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Oh and Khalil helped Les practice some scenes, leading him to a promotion to Silver Screen Icon!! We are all so proud. :D
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koukouture · 4 years ago
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Meant for you chapter 10) Amaris
Amaris fiddled nervously as she looked in the mirror. Tamira was dressing her, she was wearing a dress, with Kou’s signature large sleeves and a bit of armour over it. “Are you sure I need to be this fancy? I’m a general, not a princess” 
“I think you just look like one, my dear” Tamira said with a smile. Amaris wasn’t exactly sure abut that. Tamira had to cover up her eye-bags with some makeup, and she was unusually slim, it was only thanks to the dress and armour it didn’t show. And her skin was almost white. Sure, she might have been beautiful once but her lack of appetite and self vanity over the past year masked it up. 
Amaris could barely recognize herself in the mirror. It looked like she was fourteen again. She didn’t look like someone who shut herself out from the world, she didn’t look like someone who had to sacrifice her happiness just so that things would turn out right. But now, she couldn’t worry about that. She had an emperor to swear her allegiance to, and a family to betray. 
After all that shit bc I have absolutely no idea how shit worked back then...
Amaris was wondering just where the hell Hakuren and Kouen were, and luckily, she found them. Hakuren bound towards her with a huge, idiotic smile while dragging Kouen behind him. “Amy!” She didn’t get to react before Hakuren shoved Kouen into her. The redhead seemed to be startled and backed up, “Well, good to see you again, my lady” he said awkwardly. In the background, Hakuren was cheering his cousin on, while his older brother, Hakuyuu shook his head. But Amaris was too busy gawking at the height difference in between her and Kouen. She was taller than Sinbad by a few inches, (of course it wasn’t noticeable and Sinbad’s hair betrayed the idea)  Kouen however, was tall enough for it to be rather noticeable. He found this rather amusing “Are you alright, General?” he asked. Amaris gave him her best ‘I’m done with this’ face before asking something she already knew the answer to. 
“How old are you Kouen?” 
“Turned fourteen a month ago, why?” 
“God damn it” Amaris whispered harshly, trying to stand up as tall as possible, Kouen just laughed. “You’re way taller than I thought” she said, pouting. Kouen smiled at her, she smiled back and Hakuyuu broke that little moment with an awkward cough. 
“Lady Amaris, it’s an honour to finally meet you. My brother and cousin speak highly of you, it’s an honour to have a dungeon capturer in our midst” the first prince said with a bow. Amaris awkwardly bowed back and Hakuren snickered. She shot a glare at him but the same idiotic grin graced his features as he nudged Kouen towards her. 
“Maybe Kouen here can help you. You said you were rusty with your combat skills so I was thinking maybe he could help you with that, with me and Hakuyuu’s help of course” Hakuren said. Poor Kouen was beat red but Amaris shrugged “Sure. I mean, what’s the point of being a general if I can’t fight properly?” 
Hakuren smiled “That’s the spirit! And maybe you can answer some of his questions, and maybe teach him a few thing too” Hakuren walked away with Hakuyuu and left her and Kouen alone there. 
“Well, um, training starts tomorrow I guess. Just come over, I’ll be waiting for you at the front gates” Amaris nodded, he turned to��leave but Amaris shyly grabbed his sleeve. 
“Um... mind showing me the exit?” Kouen flushed “Yeah, right” he said before unconsciously grabbing her hand and walking her through the palace. When they reached the exit, they stared out into the city for a moment before Amaris took her leave. 
“Well, until tomorrow, Prince Kouen” 
“Indeed, m’lady” Amaris teasingly pushed him away. “Don’t say that. It makes me sound old” 
“Well then just call me Kouen” 
“Alright then, see you, Kouen” she said before walking off, leaving a smiling prince behind. 
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eleanorose123 · 5 years ago
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1. Take a Hint - Mabel (Gravity Falls) 2. Hot Problems - Raymond (OK KO) 3. I'm a Lady - Webby (DT17) 4. Te Amo - Tamira/Meika (Rimba Racers) 5. Simply the Best - Goosewing/Duckula (Count Duckula) 6. When the Day Met the Night - Sam/Guy (GEAH) 7. Girlfriend - Ruby/Sapphire (SU) 8. Girls like Girls - Laura/Rena (Drawn to You) 9. Decade of Pop - Various 10. Bohemian Rhapsody - Ducktales 2017 11. Bohemian Rhapsody - OK KO 12. Lemon Boy - Sam/Guy (GEAH) 13. I'm Ready Now - Steven & Spinel (SU) 14. I'm Ready Now - Coby & Tanner (Mao Mao) 15. The Kids Aren't Alright - The Last Kids on Earth 16. The Ballad of Sara Berry - Kim Possible (KP) 17. This is Halloween - Infinity Train 18. This is Halloween - Tangled the Series 19. This is Halloween - Stretch Armstrong and the Flex Fighters
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dianaventuresl · 3 years ago
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razzle-zazzle · 2 years ago
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Whumptober Day 24: Fight, flight, or freeze
Blood-covered hands + "I don't want to do this anymore"
3041 Words; Ouroboros AU
TW for exploitation, bloodsport, violence, blood, injury, abuse, prejudice
AO3 ver
Dion had grown up having it pounded into his head to never go near the water. Had grown up with his father’s and Nona’s and mother’s warnings that their family is cursed, that they will die if they violate the one rule: stay away from the water.
And Dion believed it. How could he not, when nobody in his family knew how to swim?
(His mother might have, once, before she had met Augustus. But swimming was a skill, and skills take practice to build and maintain. His mother had not gone swimming for nearly two decades.)
How could he not, when he’d grown up seeing fear reflected in his father’s eyes, when his Nona always shied away from storms and streams and cloudy skies?
(He had once believed it to be remnants of the Valermo Dam Incident. Believed that his mother echoed the tales of the curse not because it was real, but because the water was still a very real danger to small children prone to wandering.)
Dion had had the curse pounded into his head, had nearly been claimed by it himself, had watched Raz nearly die to it countless times—
Dion had grown up having it pounded into his head never to go near the water. He had grown up believing in the curse, because he’d seen it in action time and time again.
And if his parents were right about the curse, then chances were they were right about the fortune tellers that cursed them. So Dion had grown up believing his father’s campfire tales of mentalists as tricksters, deceivers, monsters. Had grown up with psychics connected to the curse in his mind, connected to all of the suffering his family had dealt with.
(The fact that Raz always wanted to flaunt his powers grated at Dion. His brother had nearly died to the curse more often than anyone else in the family, the curse that psychics had placed upon them—so why would he want to be like that?
But his little brother kept reading his nerd books and wanting to be a powerful psychic, and—it scared Dion so much. Where had they gone wrong? Why didn’t Raz understand that being a fortune teller wasn’t a good thing—
But Raz wasn’t here now. He was back with the rest of the family, hopefully outgrowing his terrifying dreams of honing his powers.
Dion could only hope.)
Fortune tellers had always seemed like more than human, had always seemed just as unknowable and dangerous as the water their family was cursed to die in.
Dion was beginning to learn that there were worse things than fortune tellers.
Creed was more than a mere man; he was the insurmountable shadow, the undefeatable monster at the peak of the labyrinth. He oozed power and malice, brutal authority leaching out of him in every context. Everyone in Ouroboros lived by his rules, because Ouroboros was his domain to control. There was no winning against Creed. No method of survival beyond what he approved of. No third option—either submit, or perish.
It reminded Dion of his father’s tales and warnings. Reminded him of the creeping fear that grasped his chest at night, when all the shadows seemed to morph into monsters threatening the family. Like the Galochios that cursed them, Creed’s name brought only hate and terror. Like the Galochios that cursed them, Creed was a monster, a curse—something to fear and avoid.
But Creed wasn’t psychic. At all.
He didn’t need to be, to terrify Dion more than the curse. He didn’t need to be, to be a monster who turned other people into monsters—
(Dion was turning into a monster. Every time he stepped into that damn arena, every life he took just so he could live for another day—
The violence didn’t bother him, anymore. The blood on his hands no longer nauseated him. He didn’t hesitate, anymore.
That knowledge haunted him more than any corpse.)
Creed didn’t need to be a fortune teller to dig into a person’s flaws, to tear them apart with careful words and subtle manipulations.
Dion feared fortune tellers for what they had done to his family. For what they could do.
He’d quickly learned that Creed was somehow worse.
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The first time Tammy had used her powers in front of Dion, he’d almost missed it. It was a small thing—a flick of her wrist to bring a pen to her hand—small enough that Dion might have missed it.
But he’d seen Raz attempt the same trick so many times before, had caught him trying to pick up and read through his nerd books without ever touching the pages. Had trained himself to recognize the gestures in other people, to better identify threats to the family—
It didn’t make sense. Tammy was—Dion couldn’t not respect her, couldn’t not see aspects of both of his parents in her, couldn’t not view her as an ally. Creed was the monster, Creed was the basis of new recurring nightmares, Creed was the one that Dion couldn’t not fear.
But Creed wasn’t psychic, and Tammy was.
Dion didn’t know how to reconcile it. He’d grown up knowing psychics as monsters, as unnatural. Had grown up separating them into their own little box, different from regular people.
But Tammy wasn’t a monster. Dion knew what monsters looked like, and Tammy wasn’t one.
(Raz wasn’t a monster, either. Obnoxious, and sometimes the worst brat Dion had ever dealt with, but he—Dion’s brother was not a monster.
Dion remembered the first time he’d caught his brother using his powers. Remembered the horror crushing his windpipe. It had taken him weeks to reconcile it, to figure out that Raz didn’t belong in that box in his head where he kept his fears, that he was still family. To figure out that Raz was an exception to the rule.)
Whether Tammy noticed Dion’s sudden inner turmoil, she didn’t comment. Whether she noticed him shying away from her, receding into himself in her presence while fear trickled down his spine like the water his family was cursed to die in—
She gave him a peculiar look, every so often, but let the matter lie. If she was reading his mind, if she was prying into the worst parts of him or dredging up his deepest secrets, she never commented on it.
Tammy was psychic, but she didn’t act like it. Didn’t act like the monsters that Dion had always known fortune tellers to be.
(“Hold onto whatever kindness you can, however small.” Tammy had told him, once, whispered into the silence like an omen. “Every kindness is a rebellion against him—don’t forget that.”
It had reminded Dion of Mirtala, hurt and hope sharp in his chest. If he let himself become a monster, she would never forgive him—he had to hold onto that. Had to remember her to keep from forgetting himself.
Everything he did—every bit of blood he sullied his hands with—it was for her sake. She was his responsibility, she was the reason he needed to exit that arena alive—Mirtala was his priority.
Dion was losing himself, he knew. He didn’t enjoy any of it, but it no longer bothered him as much as it did.
But Tammy was proof that Dion could avoid losing himself entirely. Mirtala was proof that there was still good in the world, and Dion would hold onto that reminder with everything he had.)
Tammy had experience. She had know-how of Ouroboros and how to survive in it. Dion likely wouldn’t even be alive were it not for her teachings and advice.
Tammy was psychic. But she wasn’t like other psychics. She wasn’t a monster. She was another exception to the rule, like Raz.
(It was the most that Dion could concede.)
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Dion had never actually seen Tammy in her arena outfit before.
She looked so different, with the mask, fake feathers like a crown. She looked so different, so unlike the woman Dion was used to seeing, that he almost didn’t recognize her, almost thought her a spirit. But the way she held herself, experience written into her bones and fight in her posture, was unmistakable
This wasn’t a Death Pit. This was a regular ring, a four-way brawl between the Badger, the Coyote, the Secretarybird, and the Lion. It had drawn an audience almost as big as the Death Pit—the Secretarybird had a reputation, and it was rare that she was brought back into the ring. Rare enough to make it near impossible to not come and see her in action.
(Dion was building a reputation himself, as the Lion.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.)
Well, it was supposed to be a four-way brawl, but the Badger and Coyote were working together like they always did, and Dion found himself working in tandem with the Secretarybird to fight them.
Just like Dion had never seen Tammy in her arena outfit, he had never seen her in action. Sure, he had seen shades of it, had seen her demonstrate techniques for him to learn, had seen the experience written into her very being—but he had never seen her like this.
Her reputation was well-earned. Dion could flip around the arena and toss his opponents over him all he liked, but he was nothing compared to the ferocity and ease with which Tammy fended off her opponents. The way she danced around the arena, the way she kicked and disarmed and kept her opponents at arm’s reach, the way she could probably win this fight in an instant were it not for the audience demanding entertainment—
Dion had picked up various bits of animal trivia, in his time here. Had learned little facts about them in the books that Mirtala was gifted. Creed was many things, but he was not a careless man—he did not assign the masks and outfits randomly.
The Wolves in Ouroboros were never alone. The Rhino loved to charge her opponents and throw them into the air. The Tigress specialized in turning invisible and ambushing their opponents. The Badger and Coyote worked together well, despite everyone else hating the Coyote. The Owl always knew more than they let on. The Ravens often worked with the Wolves. The Rabbit was near impossible to catch. The Eagle had knives.
And the Secretarybird fought with stunningly strong kicks.
(Dion had never even heard of secretary birds before ending up in Ouroboros. But then one of the Hens had given Mirtala a book on birds, and she’d asked Dion to read it with her.
He’d also learned that secretary birds murdered snakes with prejudice. He wondered what that said about Tammy’s relationship with Creed.)
While Dion’s style was shaping to include his background as an acrobat, Tammy’s style was brutal, her legs converted into weapons, her body a whirl of feathers and muscle and dexterity.
(It was little mystery who was going to win this fight. Dion at least hoped he’d make a good enough show before he went down.)
The Coyote went down with a sharp kick to the chest, gasping around ribs that might have been fractured. Of course, this was a four-way brawl, so the fight wasn’t over yet.
The Badger knocked Dion to the floor, pinning him down with one hand and raising the other to strike—
Panic blanked Dion’s mind. Terror and arenaline moved his body.
He shoved the Badger off of him and flipped her, her body slamming into the dirt with a small wheeze. Dion immediately moved on muscle memory to lift her back up and snap her neck—
The Secretarybird’s boot slammed into his side, knocking him to the floor. He rolled with the impact, springing to his feet and whirling around—
The Badger was sprawled on the ground, hands held up in surrender, the Secretarybird looming over her.
The only thing that registered was that she was still alive and the audience was cheering for blood and Dion needed to fight, needed to win so he could live—
The Secretarybird grunted as she pinned Dion down in the dirt. “It’s over, little lion.” She urged. “This isn’t the Death Pit.”
The cage bars casted shadows across them both. Dion’s mask pressed into his face.
Dion struggled, heart threatening to jackhammer straight through his chest. No, no, he couldn’t—he had to—he had to keep going, keep pushing, keep fighting—keep fighting until there was nobody left to fight. Until he could safely flee. He had to fight. He had to.
The Secretarybird tightened her grip on his arms, pushing him back down almost gently. “Calm down.” She ordered, but Dion couldn’t parse the words through the dull haze of cornered caged TRAPPED panic panic fight fight FIGHT—
The Secretarybird was an experienced fighter. Had made a name for herself decades ago, a name that persisted even now, her reputation a legend that Dion could never hope to compare to.
But Dion was always at his most brutal when he was cornered. Had made a habit out of turning the tables when the chips were down.
Panic blanked Dion’s mind. Terror and adrenaline moved his body.
Dion won.
It wasn’t pretty.
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Dion kneeled on the floor of Creed’s office, his head spinning. Blood trickled from his nose, warm against his upper lip.
He’d been standing just seconds before. Had been standing, still unable to look the man before him in the eye—
Creed had never backhanded Dion before. He’d grip Dion’s shoulders and arms a little roughly, hook a finger under Dion’s chin to force him to meet his eyes—but he had never hit Dion.
(He had underlings for that.)
Pain erupted across Dion’s face as Creed’s shoe slammed into it, Dion sprawling further backwards. He got barely a moment to breathe before the following kick to his chest landed with just as much brutality, his ribs throbbing.
“Do you understand,” Creed began, his voice as smooth as silk, “How much your little stunt cost me?” There was a threat dripping off of every word, matching the throbbing pain in Dion’s face, the protesting of his ribs.
Dion dug his fingers into the rug and pushed himself up into a kneeling position, his gaze locked on Creed’s shoes. Terror and anxiety danced a skin-prickling duet in his stomach, his heart pounding in his chest. He waited for another kick.
Creed kneeled down, threading his fingers around and through Dion’s ponytail. “Look me in the eyes.” He demanded, yanking sharply enough to hurt. Dion yelped.
Creed’s eyes were a lot like dark soil, Dion reflected, terror keeping his gaze locked on Creed’s. The kind of soil that one saw from a coffin, dark and dreary and suffocating. The hair on the back of his neck somehow managed to stand up even straighter than it already was.
“You,” Creed’s jaw was set firm, almost clenched, “Are very lucky.” He rumbled. “I am showing you mercy by letting you live—do you understand that?”
It sounded like a promise. It sounded like a threat.
Despite the grip on his hair and the terror petrifying him, Dion nodded.
Creed stood, still holding Dion by his ponytail. Dion stood with him out of necessity rather than choice, stumbling slightly at being forced to stand on someone else’s terms. His ribs protested the movement.
Creed let go, regarding Dion disdainfully, contemptuously.
Dion felt like he was being eaten alive. Every part of him was screaming to run, to get away from this place and this man whose very gaze was tearing him to pieces—
He stood frozen in place.
“Get out of my sight.” Creed snarled.
Dion wasted no time in obeying.
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His and Mirtala’s room was smaller, when he was finally brought back to it, fresh bruises on his face and knuckles, anxiety still pounding his guts like drums.
Mirtala stared at him with wide eyes when he entered, something like fear and something somber in them. She didn’t say anything, just sat there, nameless unicorn plushie clutched to her chest.
Dion stumbled over to his bedroll and lied down. He didn’t wrap his arms around Mirtala, didn’t match his breathing to hers until he felt like a person again. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling, his own body turned against him.
(Mirtala eventually came over and laid down next to him, pressing herself against his side.
Dion was thankful for the contact. He just wasn’t sure he deserved it.)
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Dion was called to Tammy’s office the next day.
Part of him screamed not to go—whether from guilt or fear, Dion didn’t know. But he went anyway, partially out of guilt and partially out of respect.
Her ankle had been braced in a cast. There was a bandage on her cheek.
(There weren’t any other injuries. Dion was a competent brawler, but he wasn’t that good. The Wolves had stopped him before he could do anything more than shattering her ankle.)
Apparently, “taking it easy” wasn’t a thing in Ouroboros, because for all that she couldn’t walk, Tammy was still doing paperwork, relying on her telekinesis to open cabinets and sort through folders.
“Sit.” Her voice was even, betraying none of her underlying thoughts and feelings.
Dion wasted no time in following her orders. Guilt attacked his guts with a hand mixer, his whole chest feeling like it was on the verge of caving in.
“You’re being taken out of the regular ring.” Tammy announced, her eyes never leaving the forms in front of her. “You’ll be put back in the Death Pit after the next.”
Yeah, Dion figured.
(Hoped, when he realized just how far his and Mirtala’s room had been downgraded. Some part of him needed to make up for it, to get back in the ring and prove himself so he could fix it—)
Tammy met Dion’s gaze. Her eyes softened, in a way that Dion had never seen them do before.
“I’m sorry.” She said, “You’re just a kid.” There was a lot of meaning packed into that statement, but most of it flew right over Dion, who felt both too small and too old all at once.
(Tammy was psychic, but she wasn’t a monster.
Dion wasn’t psychic, but he was becoming a monster all the same.)
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gettcgged-archive-blog · 7 years ago
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important Tag things to get sorted immediately:  
+ Miles is Tag’s gay dad, essentially. Miles doesn’t allow Tag in any kitchens -- for both their sakes. Tag’s cooking skills start and end at toasting bread.  + He started competing in street races and minor contests only a week after getting his license.  + Tag is bi and is also a total sub bottom. Even if he talks a good game. He’s into dudes and *really* into strong ladies who can [dom him into oblivion] -- hence his [big] crush on Tamira. He’s also had a crush on Axle for years -- brought that whole “never meet your heroes” saying to a new light for him.  + He’s had more experiences with ladies than fellas but is *very* interested in exploring the latter more.  + Tag lost his tail in an accident as a kid -- this is canon.  + actually speaking of things that are ridiculous but canon bc I pulled them from the official site: Tag had an unsuccessful stint as a wedding singer. I don’t know but I love this...
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elcerdodesiempre-blog · 7 years ago
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comision
Para ricardo por una Nintendo switch edición splatoon y un play 4 pro
Quiero que se las metas por ambos agujeros a
las que tengan una (X) va a salir embarazadas
 Judy Hopps
Fabienne Growley
Pantera nudista
Renata Lobales
Dmv pig swinton
Twlight
Celestia
Luna (X)
Sunset
Rarity
Starlight (x)
Sassy
Fleur
Upper crust
Pinkie pie
Applejack
Fluttershy
Rarra
Lyra
Trixie
Moon dancer
Diamond tiara
Spoled rich
Sweetie belle
Mayor mare
Vinyl
Suri polomare
Coco pomel
Minerva mink
Lola bunny
Honey
Monroe
viola
Britny
Blue
Maria
Selena
Sara
Calara
Binky
Babs
Lexi
Mrs bunny
Daisy lou
Pua bunny (playa japonesa)
Krystal
Maid marian (X)
Darma vix (X)
Mariana stola
Foxy roxy
Maestra zorra
Roberta foxfox
Liliana redhunter
Sawyer
Silvia
Penelope pussycat
Calie brigs
Dulcinea (X)
Kitty patitas suaves
Kitty katswell y todas sus hermanas
Tammy
Roxane goof
Miss bianca
Miss kitty mouse y hermanas
Gadget
Olivia flaversham
Lady mouse
Miss birsby
Dixie fah
Vixie
Georgette
Lita
Greta
Rita
Sasha le fleur
flo
Anabelle
Belladona
perdita
Jenna
Aleu
Dixie balto
Pumpkin
Zoe trent
Madame pom
Gail trent
Belka
Sweetie paw patrol
Gidget
Angel
Lady
Maddie
Scooby dee
Chiquita
Mammoth mutt
Princess story
Blythe Baxter
Youngme song
Sue Patterson
Biskit twins
Heather
Courtney
Gwen
Sierra
Sky
Dakota
Ella
Izzy
Zoey
Jasmine
Dawn
Bridgette
Carrie
Ellody
Emma
Kitty
Jen
Katie
Samey
Sanders
Scarlet
Rosita
Ash
becky
Nancy
Judith
Timantha
Trixie
Vicky y su madre
Madre de timmy
Hada de los dientes
Miss doombring
Princesa mandy
Wanda
Blonda
Ember mclain
Jazz
Madeline
Paulina
Verónica
Sam
Rule 63 de danny
Danielle
Espectra
Desire
Kitty
Sally carrera
Holley shiftwell
Cruz ramirez
Natalie certain
Candice
Carla veloso
Donna pits
Guilia
Kori turbowitz
Lorry abulance
Marilyn
Nurse GTO
Misti motorkrass
Sara safestreet
Serena
Lita
Amy mizuno
Luna
Diana
Ranma chan
Kodachi
Ukio
Shampo
Akane
Kasumi
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gabi-trollastic · 4 years ago
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*He and Rachel blushed in love, the twins had their shoes from a cobbler with glitter on his clothes and other cobbler that couldn't talk but use a notebook to write what he wanted to say.* Greg (Guy) :"There you go Selene, I made them and I added them a soft satin for your feet to don't get hurt." *Mort (Mute) wrote to show his words to Tamira that it said: Here's yours dance shoes my lady, they're purplish blue and a touch of pink as you like.* Greg:"And fashionable, your favorite style." *Selene and Tamira giggled.* Selene:"Thank you so much." Tamira:" They're beautiful." Both:"We love them! 😄." *Twins kissed Greg's and Mort's cheeks.*
The 12 Dancing Princesses (Novel Au)
@happyqueenandgrumpydork *It was night at Pastry Manor, Boomer was bouncing on his bed.* “I’m not tired, I’m not tired, I’m not tired!😄😃.”
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mp3sea · 7 years ago
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lightsaroundyourvanity replied to your post “gaydean replied to your post: why is ryan...”
this is blatant breaker high erasure
“When these teenagers say they're going cruising, they're not kidding: Their high school is on a luxury liner, allowing them to get a classroom education while also exploring exciting locations. Among the students are jock Alex, tomboy Cassidy, Southern belle Ashley, aspiring ladies' man Sean (played by Gooseling), rebel Max, practical joker Jimmy, non-conformist Tamira and overachiever Denise. The ship's captain is Capt. Ballard (Max's father). Among the topics teens deal with that are explored in the series are dating, finances and friendship.”
lights you are indispensable 
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obylicioustv-blog · 6 years ago
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Funke Akindele's stepdaughter graduates from UK university (photo)
Funke Akindele’s stepdaughter graduates from UK university (photo)
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Funke Akindele’s stepdaughter graduates from UK university (photo)
Stepdaughter of Nollywood actress Funke Akindele Bello recently graduated from the university.
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JJC and Tamira Bello
The lady whose name is Tamira Bello is said to have finished from a UK-based school.
The husband JJC Skillz shared a post on Instagram in which he celebrated his daughter. Also, the proud father posted photos…
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koukouture · 4 years ago
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Meant for you chapter 8) Kou
It’s been a year since Amaris has seen Sinbad. She decided that maybe she would interfere with the story, so, she went off to write her own. But, she did miss him. She moved away, to Kou, leaving only a note for her friend, and first love. Thinking that, maybe she could save someone else. And stop this mess of a series... though, she knew the price she would have to pay. She had captured a dungeon and lived as a noble in Kou, no one knew what she really looked like. No one knew if she was a spy. No one was sure she even existed. But, a young prince would test that theory out.
Amaris stayed locked up inside her mansion, the way it had been for almost a year now. She only had a few servants. All of them had nothing to do, no job and were frankly satisfied with just having shelter and care. They saw her very rarely though. Their mistress wished to be alone most of the time. But, sympathy filled the servants, and they served their mistress gratefully.
Amaris stared out the window at the ocean, thinking of Sinbad again. He loved sailing through the waves, she remembered them just standing on the deck, one starry night, looking up to the skies. She remembered when Esra had died, leaving her only treasure with her. She knew from then on, that she would protect him. But, this was for the better. If she couldn’t save Sinbad from falling, then maybe, she’s come back one day, when she was stronger, to steer him away from what lay ahead. 
Amaris perked up when she heard footsteps. They weren’t her servants. They were faster, as if it was running. She thought that maybe an animal had found it’s way in, so she got up to see what the ruckus was all about. But, she stopped in her tracks when she saw what is was. A boy, maybe her age or a bit older, leaning against a wall, with a triumphant smile and dangling an over decorated necklace in his hands. “This yours, miss?” He asked, smugly. “How did you get in here?” Amaris demanded. 
“In case you haven’t noticed, you don’t exactly have any guards” the stranger pointed out. Amaris reddened. That was true, but all the doors were locked and the windows as well. 
“Don’t tell me you broke in” the young man laughed. “No, no. Of course not. Your servants let me in” 
Amaris frowned “They were under orders to not let anyone in, unless they consulted me first” 
“Oh. Do you think that your servants would obey their master over their prince?” Amaris sighed, now she had an idea who he was. She grabbed his ear and he dropped the necklace. “Hey! Have some respect for your prince” 
“I don’t care if you’re my prince or not, you’re an unwelcome guest and seemingly you broke into my treasury” Amaris got even more annoyed when she saw one of her servants at the end of the hall. “M-mistress!” He said, surprised. 
“You had one job. And you let this twit in and he tried to steal from me” the servant mustered an answer as Amaris tapped her foot. 
“I didn’t think he would! Even if he did, please, mistress. Do not be so unreasonable to Prince Hakuren, he’s the second prince” the servant said worriedly, glancing at the prince. “I. Don’t. CARE. The empower may send his troops after me, hell even visit me himself, and I will demolish them” she said strictly, shoving Hakuren to the servant. “Get him back to the palace. I don’t care how, just do it now” she turned to leave, but the prince was ever so persistent. 
“I’m not going unless you yourself bring me to the palace” Amaris sighed. “Fine, stay here and starve. I’m not going to provide for you, if you wish to convince me, you must try some other means. I am not so easily swayed, ‘your highness’” she said his title mockingly, before leaving with a dramatic flip of her cloak. 
An hour later, Amaris overheard the prince’s conversation with one of her servants, Tamira. “How do you stand her? She’s quite cold and demanding” 
“Lady Amaris isn’t like that at all. She’s actually very kind, she’s just... paranoid. She doesn’t trust people. She took all of us in because we were unwanted, I have a feeling she has the same story as all of us. As far as I know, she doesn’t have any family. And, we want to keep her company, she’s so lonely. Most days, the only one she talks to is her djinn, occasionally us. And, she’s lost her sleep, appetite... we’re all just worried for her. Someone so young shouldn’t be suffering from whatever she has been through” 
Amaris was touched, but she revealed herself to Tamira and Hakuren, “Tamira, please leave us. I need to have a little chat with Prince Hakuren” the brown haired women bowed and left. Amaris locked the door behind her and held her sword, were her djinn was. “Don’t try anything funny” she said sternly before sitting down in front of him. 
“All right Mr. High and mighty, what the hell do you want?” 
“You really shouldn’t be so rude, no wonder you’re all alone” ouch. That stung. But Amaris ignored it. 
“Answer my question before Kou grieves the loss of a prince” she growled. 
“Woah! Don’t get so worked up about this!” 
“You let yourself into my house, and tried to steal from me, I can say I’m fairly agitated” she lifted up her blade, so that the light reflected on the cold steel “And besides, this sword hasn’t tasted blood for a year now” she eyed the prince “It’s anxious to taste it again”  Hakuren looked scared now, but he spoke nonetheless. 
“I want to offer you a position at our palace. You’re the only one in Kou right now who has captured a Dungeon. And based of what your servant said, maybe it could heal you.... a little at least. I’m rather concerned now” Amaris’ gaze softened, but a frown crept back onto her features. “I don’t care for this country, and I most certainly don’t want anything to do with it’s affairs” she got up and found one of her servants. “Fetch my horse, I’m taking our royal guest back to the palace myself” 
She turned back to Hakuren “You will return to the palace, and you will not bother me again” she said sternly. Only a little later, Amaris and Hakuren were in the front. The white haired girl hopped up onto the black stallion.
”Well, come on” she said to Hakuren. He just stood there awkwardly. “Ummm...” Amaris sighed. 
“Come on. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out onto the streets or something” Hakuren reluctantly got onto the horse and Amaris urged it forward. The prince yelped and locked his arms around her waist. Amaris was over it in an instant, this is what anime was after all...
After a short and awkward horse ride, they were in front of the palace. And a redhead in armour came out. “Lord Hakuren!” He called, seemingly concerned. “Hey En!” Hakuren said cheerfully. That was Kouen? ‘He’s kinda cute...’ Amaris thought, she had never really thought that he would look like some K-pop idol as a young man, but hey, still handsome. 
“Who is this?” Kouen asked, looking at Amaris. 
“This is Lady Amaris. She’ll be around the palace quite a bit from this point on” 
“What!?” sneaky bastard, “I haven’t agreed to whatever stupid terms you wanted to discuss with me now get off!” 
“Do not speak to Lord Hakuren like that!”  Kouen snapped. So much for cute... 
“Listen kid, I don’t care who the hell he is. He snuck into my damn house and tried to steal from me. Couldn’t even get his weak ass out in time” to demonstrate, she pushed him off since he refused to budge, it was only thanks to Kouen, who was rather tall and muscular for his age, catching him and setting him on the ground. The young redhead snapped and drew his sword, Amaris did the same as the star on it glowed and Kouen’s eyes widened. 
“Woah, woah, woah! Everybody calm down!” Hakuren yelled, gesturing for Kouen to put his sword down. Amaris reluctantly sheathed her’s as well. She was about to leave but Hakuren clasped her hand. “Please, just take it into consideration, my lady. At least, let us heal you” Amaris yanked her hand out of his grasp. 
“I don’t need your sympathy, but I will consider it if it means you won’t break into my house again” she said before urging her horse into a gallop, away from the palace.
Kouen sighed, “Why couldn’t you find a more agreeable noble?” Hakuren smiled at his cousin. 
“We could use a metal vessel user in the palace. And, c’mon. Don’t tell me you don’t find her character attractive” he said, nudging the other teen.  Kouen looked down, “She’s kinda cute...” he admitted. Hakuren laughs and threw his hand over his cousin’s shoulders, “C’mon, let’s go, Entei
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thedanishequestrian · 6 years ago
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𝐄𝐍𝐆 So the the day before yesterday Shadow lost one of his shoes 👞, now - called the farrier he came fixed it 💪👌 and everything was good. So yesterday I go out to pickup Tamira for training, and guess what! - someone was missing a shoe! So once again we had to call our farrier to get it fixed. So no training for my girl yesterday. DOH! 🐴😳. Instead I (stupid me) thought I would serve the lady some green grass - so out we went. But Tamira looked at me like I was stupid “what are you doing human - this is not the grass from my paddock” 😂. - do you think she actually ate anything at all? Nope. ⁣ ⁣ 𝐃𝐊 I forgårs havde Shadow smidt sin ene sko, og jeg ringede self til vores flinke smed, han kom i går og satte den på igen. I går ville jeg så træne Tamira, jeg henter hende - bare for at finde ud af at hun pludselig også har hevet sin ene sko halvt af. DOH! Nå ikke nogen træning til hende den dag. I stedet trækker jeg hende så ud på græs - fordi jeg tænkte “vi hygger lidt” 🤗🐴 meeen næææ nej, ikke om damen gad spise det græs! - det er jo ikke det samme græs som det ude på folden, “det der - det er det falske græs” tænkte hesten. Så meget for hygge 😂 http://bit.ly/2MscPER
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missymarysthings · 7 years ago
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The top and bottom pictures I’ve been holding onto for awhile now. The middle one I just did today. The info here is mainly for Erebos Prelude au at the moment.
This is Prince Zerius Esan Nocti (the male without a beard) and his ‘court’. When he’s not off gallivanting on his own, these three can be seen accompanying him. Most times it is just the other male, as he is more of a personal bodyguard for Zerius. Well...supposed to be anyway. They both don’t take it that seriously. 
Rumin Prio, Zerius’ dwarven bodyguard. He was not originally a citizen of the Shadowed Kingdom. This jovial, hammer wielding, powerhouse once lived somewhere closer to the equator. He and Zerius ended up meeting when Rumin stumbled across one of the prince’s portals. He ended up being his guide around and they formed a friendship that led to Rumin following the prince back to his kingdom. Rumin is also the only one in the group without some kind of magic ability or capacity for it. He’s all out his strength and his hammers. 
Elora Auer, (the female without glasses) is a flower spirit. Though to look at her it’s not the first thing someone might guess that she is. Her wings are always hidden and she always stays human sized. Her cute, sweet and often times, innocent looks would make one think she is more like her cousin Elthea. While they both wandered away from their little clan, they are quite different ladies. (Which they haven’t seen each other since they were little girls. And if they meet they may just barely remember each other.) 
Elora can be quite mischievous, and is drawn to the darker, more mysterious, and dangerous, and sometimes poisonous flowers and plants of the world. She can touch and care for them without negative consequences and also use them to her benefit. That’s what led her to the Shadowed Kingdom. And Queen Severa’s hidden garden where she met her and Zerius.
Tamira Islani, a woman of part water elemental heritage. She is a natural citizen of the Shadowed Kingdom thanks to her mother being one and being born there. Her father is where she gets her water elemental blood and powers from. She herself makes her home in a cave hidden behind a waterfall somewhere in the outskirts of the kingdom. Tamira and Zerius have known each other since they were young thanks to Tamira’s mother doing some favors for the king and queen from time to time. It depends on the situation whether she will rely on her sword or her magic. But much like how Zerius can travel through shadows she can travel between different sources of water. 
I’ll probably have more info about all of them as time goes on and I hear them more. But yeah, have some new charas haha. 
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