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danisfra · 2 months ago
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making the most of afterlife
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Vincent is… confused, he really thought his threat would make the old man explode, but he was not doing anything, maybe it wasn’t the kid he was worried about? Was it actually about the business? Did the old man try to fool him? Weird, he was pretty sure he was right. Right after his threat the man just looked at the floor and hasn’t moved since, he would have thought he died sitting up if he hadn’t later muttered a soft “don’t.”
Oh, good he’s still alive. He has the chance to taunt him some more, hopefully, the old man still has some spirit in him. “don’t, what?” he inquired, crouching to hear him better, “You have to be more clear old man,” he tested the defeated old man, tilting his head. “Did the cat bite your tongue? C’mon, say something” he pushed when there was no answer. “don’t you dare harm him!” the old man suddenly stood up and summoned a sandstorm that surrounded everyone. He heard various shots being fired into the cloud but a yell of “Don’t! You’ll hit the boss’ son!” stopped them.
Alex took the opportunity to escape into the forest, using the darkness to get a head start, he weaved between trees, jumping rocks and tree roots, trying his best to see in the dark (cursing himself at not remembering a spell to help him), and pushing his old body to run as fast as it can, all while paying attention to the sounds around him for signs of any danger. His foot catches on a hole in the ground, making him lose his balance, and fall to the dirt hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Alexander curses as he frees his now sprained ankle out of the burrow and uses this time to think.
If what he heard was right, the monster he was talking to, was the son of someone important. Important enough that if something happened to him it would affect the mob on a grand scale, he hates to do this, especially to someone so young but it’s a sacrifice he had to make to protect the kid and venge anyone who was harmed by the mob. He'll have to make the curse, but for it to work he must make sure the conditions are just right. The man stands up carefully on his uninjured foot, using the trees for balance, and slowly heads forward to look for a place to prepare the curse. Vincent furiously rubs the sand out of his eyes, while screaming to the bunch of idiots who think he’s bulletproof “damn it! What are you doing? Stop him!” when he managed to finally blink all the sand out of his eyes, he sees something that makes him shake with anger, he asks lowly in a dangerous tone “where is the old man?” the others were either at a loss for an answer or looking around as if the old man was just going to appear. One of them approached him, “Sir, are you ok?” he grabbed the idiot’s tie and screeched “Why would I be ok!? The old man escaped! And if you don’t find him, I’m going to make sure you die by my own hands!” using his hold on the tie to get him closer so he can make eye contact, he growled a low “understood?” the fool nodded, straitening up to get away from Vincent’s anger, he announced “everyone! Go after the owner!” before hurrying to the forest, the others following suit. Vincent stayed at the back of the group, grumbling curses at the old man, and trying to not trip on the rocks hidden in the poor lighting. swatting at annoying blood-sucking mosquitoes who dared try to bite him, who is only helping to sour his already irritated mood. He’s keeping up with the rest at a lazy pace, getting more and more annoyed at how slow they were being, could these pawns get any slower?! At this rate, they’re gonna lose the old man! And he sure as hell won’t let that bastard go unscathed, when he finds him, he’s gonna shove handfuls of sand down his throat until his stomach explodes, or maybe hell torture that precious kid of his in front of him, or maybe he’ll... His pace slows down to a stop, wait… that’s right! he was the one doing all the work out there, and he was doing just fine dealing with the old man until the idiots screwed it up with their terrible aim. This means he only needs to find the old man by himself and there’ll be no more obstacles to get in his way, but first, he has to get rid of these wastes of space. He hurries to catch up to the group, deep in thought. Stealing a glance at the gun from the guy in from of him, a plan starts forming in his head.
stopping his limping to catch his breath, he concludes he’s getting way too old for this stuff, but at least his efforts paid off, as in the distance, he can see a run-down shack, one that seems rotten to the core and falling apart in places, but it’s as good as anything he can find in the middle of nowhere.
this could be considered winning the lottery in his situation, especially now that he finally found a place to hide while he puts together the curse. Hurrying to the shack at a snail’s pace lets him examine the construction closer, he can see spots where mold is taking over the walls, and there’s a bird’s nest lying in what he assumes is the remains of a chimney.
Once he reaches the door, he finds it unlocked only needing a small push to open all the way. taking in the interior, the first thing he notices is the many holes in the ceiling, giving the interior a clear view of the full moon, something that he can cross off the list of things to prepare. After closing the door and using a nearby plank to lock it, he gets to work.
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retquits · 5 months ago
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meeting valen 🤧
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hinamie · 3 months ago
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august
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theoldkyokodied · 1 year ago
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Aaaaand more very quick stream doodles. This one shot was so fun to watch, it’s so sad that it had to end already. But oh well, let’s not dwell on that and let’s enjoy the good time we had, like disguised tiefling gale being both Karlachs and astarions type, wyll and gale having a spa day, bing bong in general (rip king, you will be missed), and of course the 8 strength fight for magic items <3 thanks to the cast for the chaos, I enjoyed it thoroughly
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saewokhrisz · 1 year ago
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justice
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ministarfruit · 10 months ago
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day 12: karma ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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cowboythewizard726 · 8 months ago
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BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALINNNNNNNNNNN!!!
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lazylittledragon · 10 months ago
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now we have to see dorian/astarion and gale/cyra on a double date lol
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they’re going for brunch
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majinbangus · 3 months ago
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Ik this is prolly overdone but I really think this idea of Simon x neighbor single mom!reader would be hella cute where you have a son named Simon and whenever trying to differentiate the two, especially when talking to your son, you refer to Ghost as 'Big Simon' and your son as 'Little Simon'.
tempted to make this into a fic
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months ago
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Prompt 274
You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 
Jason? Aware of none of this. 
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 
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belboed · 1 year ago
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splatoon 3 story mode or something. idk
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doctorsiren · 6 months ago
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some mp100 doodles from the last couple days
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box-dwelling · 10 days ago
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Baldurs gate 3 is very funny in that it brings together a group of people who under most circumstances would consider themselves a found family but just so happens to have populated the group with soley people who would be vehemently against calling it that
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anne-is-confused · 9 months ago
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sorry jopson i know this is your moment but she's just so pretty here :(
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tinsil · 2 months ago
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sealed with seven golden needles
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whomstsnek · 20 days ago
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Continuing my headcanons about the Krew's family and early childhoods, I present to you Gideon and his father, Nathaniel Cole (and yes, the spelling is intentional)
Just to restate, I know very little about their canon backstories as I'm only about halfway through the series still, so please keep that in mind as you read <3
I envision that Gideon grew up in a teeny tiny farming village, settled neatly in wide plains in the middle of nowhere. Think 1930s American manifest destiny, yknow? Max 200 people, and only 20-30 families at most.
Gideon's father, Nathaniel Cole, was poor for his entire life, and that was actually how he got involved with Gideon's mother; he sought out a powerful being, hoping that he would be granted all he desired. He had asked her for wealth, more than he could ever measure, and in typical genie fashion she twisted his words and granted him wealth in the form of love, giving him a son.
Personality-wise, I think Nathaniel was a very quiet man, hard working and stone faced. A classic "manly man" if you will. He tried his best to protect his small family and led by example. He encouraged Gideon to work hard for himself, hopeful of him going on to live a kinder life than his own. He was someone that Gideon looked up to greatly as a child, and not just because there were so few other people in his life; after escaping the clutches of the hobgoblins and meeting up with Kremy, he adopted his father's name as his own middle name
Nathaniel had already had trouble finding work, but now between caring for a child and his poor reputation after consorting with an efreeti, it was near impossible. He was lucky enough to find work on the ranch of a relatively wealthy family, the Connors, where Gideon spent his very early life and eventually ended up working himself when he was a little older.
The townsfolk largely held him at an arms length, afraid of what destruction he might cause between his genie heritage and his intrinsic fire. Like his father, he gained a poor reputation in the village that spread far outside the city limits after a railway was built adjacent to the town early in Gideon's youth, and that was how the hobgoblins caught wind of his existence; you all know how the rest of that story goes.
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