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essencefluxed ¡ 7 days ago
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Two days until I can harass my besties Viktor…I’m begging time to go faster
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oplishin ¡ 2 years ago
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That scene where arlo says “no one could’ve killed rei even if you’d let him.” </3
It’s interesting because in present times arlo’s ability level is quite a bit higher than rei’s (6.3 to 5.8). He’s technically surpassed Rei, but he still sees him the same way he did when he first met him, when he looked up to him both physically and metaphorically. 
It makes me headcanon that they’ve never done their infamous rematch before because they both kind of know that Arlo would beat Rei, and Arlo didn’t want to kick his mentor’s ass and disrespect him like that. 
It’s also a fun bit of nuance for Arlo’s because he’s such an asshole with his beliefs about hierarchy, but Rei has always been an exception to Arlo’s bullshit. He’s always been that one bit where Arlo’s emotions triumph over his logic.
And now they’ll never get that rematch even if they wanted to! :’)
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animasend ¡ 2 years ago
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    “ Of course it’s soft. Any god worth their salt would ensure their personal appearance remain optimal.” it is spoken as if every living being would know of this, a fact that existed since birth and there is a subtle sensation of pride in her words, which matches the almost haughty expression upon her features. 
 the request had been an odd one, but not one she was against granting. when it came to olga’s hair, she never paid much mind to it. it constantly remained free of tangles and never got in her way, so there wasn’t any need to maintain it like other lifeforms would. so of course there was some confusion as to why the Shielder and Saber had been so....adamant in tending to it. but her days were bare of activity now, once more relegated to a role of waiting, and, well, as a god, shouldn’t she have someone doing just that? it is why she agreed to it. seated quietly on the floor of her living room, as she learned it was called, with her hair spread out like a blanket behind her. her three cats had also joined the fray, idly lounging about or bugging her guests. or should she call them attendents? either way, it was relatively peaceful. 
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  “....are you certain human tools are up to the job? I can hardly feel anything.” is spoken after a moment. “ Perhaps I should alter the gravity here......”
@castilium, @douzeepees​
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mangled-by-disuse ¡ 1 month ago
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I also don't think constantly about how both their mothers died of unspecified "illness" closely tied to grief and loneliness (Théodwyn's death is definitely cast as a reaction to her husband's, and Finduilas' wasting away is about the Oncoming Doom and feeling displaced in Minas Tirith) and how that shapes both Éowyn and Faramir in their relationships to people and to duty.
I personally have never thought about that and it has never made me emotionally compromised.
do you ever think about how all eowyn and faramir have ever consistently known is loss. haha me neither. faramir was 5 and eowyn was 7 when both of their mothers died btw. and they both lost a brother (figure) to the war. and both of their father (figure)s died during the battle of pellenor fields. but no i dont ever think about it though.
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del-stars ¡ 6 months ago
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james getting really stressed out when regulus and sirius are speaking heatedly in french meanwhile they're just discussing where they want to go to dinner
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cryptiique ¡ 2 years ago
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sender kisses receiver's shoulder blade.
maybe some day he'll get used to this, receiving such dedicated attention. sure, fjord has known caduceus' undivided focus before, when discussing any number of things, when meditating to the wildmother. but when the focus is just on him, his body, it feels... sacred. he shivers with each touch, gentle and sweet down his arms, until the air is punched out of him with the kiss to his back. the long, silky hair trailing against his skin from where caduceus bows down to reach him as fjord reaches back to stroke his head.
"caduceus — sweetheart, c'mere. i'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
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harbingersglory ¡ 11 months ago
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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints
"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."
The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.
"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."
The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.
"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"
Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.
"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.
She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.
Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.
"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.
How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.
She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.
She certainly wants to, and she intends to.
The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.
"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."
Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.
She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.
Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.
She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.
For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.
She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.
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siribunbun ¡ 29 days ago
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"I'm putting down the bet. I'm taking the gamble. I'm claiming the win. I'll let fate spin the wheel, a daring gamble. Walking the brink of death...for rebirth.
All for the Amber Lord!"
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rubberduckyrye ¡ 3 months ago
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I cannot stress to you how important it is to me as a viewer of DR stuff that an execution isn't just tied to the talent of a student, but more so to what causes them the most despair.
One Fan Execution that I really like (though it remains unfinished) is this Rantaro Execution called "12 Strikes to Midnight." The execution might not be as polished as, say, an execution like "Deep Fried Teruteru" but the fundamental aspect of personalized despair is what makes the unfinished, unpolished fan execution far more interesting to watch.
The Rantaro Fan Execution plays witht he aspect of Time and how Time is Running Out for Rantaro to find and save his sisters. Each minute, each hour, one of them dies a painful and horrible death, until Rantaro is finally killed after he witnesses all of his sisters die. His deepest regret involves his sisters going missing, which encouraged him to become an adventurer--and the aspect of the clock is used incredibly well here.
Compare that to Teruteru's execution now--he gets caked up in egg and flour and deep fried in a volcano. Sure, that's a horrible way to die, but... what does it say about Teruteru's deepest despair? Does he hate fried food for some reason? That doesn't seem like a very solid despair to use to bring about the worst kind of emotional agony in a blackened during their execution.
Despite Teruteru's execution being better animated and polished, I find myself far more interested in the fanmade Rantaro Execution, because all in all, if your Executions are at least a little bit of a character study, you're probably doing it wrong.
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vaggieslefteye ¡ 6 months ago
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MORE THAN ANYTHING - REPRISE ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x08 - "The Show Must Go On"
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boxfullaturtles ¡ 3 months ago
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I just got my comic cover commission from @shellsweet and it's GORGEOUS!! I love this so, so, so, so much!!!! Thank you shellsweet, you're amazing! <3
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justkillingthyme ¡ 2 months ago
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Happy Flora Friday!
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warpedpuppeteer ¡ 7 months ago
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Listen to me. Where's my side view angle of this?? The motherfucking size difference is making me fucking feral??? Look at Buck all built like a refrigerator and look at Eddie's tiny waist?? Don't get me wrong, Eddie's chin tuck was cute as hell but also I just want to see Buck's massive arms around Eddie's waist okay?? Is that too much to ask??
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ghoulspaw ¡ 2 months ago
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me: hey rui, have you ever considered the idea of a ✨️karaoke night✨️ at the bar?
rui: hahah cutie, i can barely touch things anymore, so i think i'd like to keep my sense of hearing intact 😂
me: 😭 u know what? valid
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invinciblerodent ¡ 10 months ago
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a short and very incomplete list of some items that make me, a bisexual, unable to pay attention to whatever the fuck the characters are saying
The Potent Robe (and all the other robes in this style) on Gale. they make his shoulders go V. especially from a shorter PC's angle, where he looks tall and broad in addition to being just. so warm and infinitely kind, I mean come on now. Honorable mention to the jewel sitting right on top of his sternum and the intricate linework leading to it that just draws the eye to itself, so you kinda have to look at his titties.
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The silly stupid useless hats that should not look good on anyone, but make Astarion's li'l ears go < >, and it's unreasonably good, especially when he like. looks up from under the brim and under his lashes like that???? no. this man? this man is wearing a be-tassel'd bucket on his head. how is he still charming. this should not work and he has no right to be charming like this.
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The otherwise pretty ugly helmets that do nothing special beyond like adding +1 to STR saves and don't work on anyone really, except they Fuck Severely on Wyll, and Wyll only. this one? with his horns? it makes him look like some sort of gladiator, a wrathful Roman god of war and conquest, and what the fuck. i know just how polite and respectful he is, and the cognitive dissonance alone makes this weirdly hot.
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This camp outfit. With these piercings. And this snarl. On Karlach, because seriously what the hell. No, really. What is this. She, and I cannot stress this enough, looks like every single woman I've ever fallen briefly in desperate, heart-consuming, life-altering love with at any rock/metal show, only red and on fire, which is. also hot. Look at the way the lines of that top frame the glow of the engine, and the metal accents match her vents and hair disk thingies, I mean come on. This look is that of a woman who could (and should) whisk me away on her motorcycle.
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Ketheric's armor on Lae'zel. The shape language. The way the ridges of the teeth and the gold bit in the middle kind of mirror the edges of her ears. And the way the dark neckline meets and bleeds into the lines on her neck, and mirrors the lines on her face. The tarnished gold accents that match her complexion with the green complementing it so nicely. The power. The beauty. What a great look. A+. i'm doing whatever she says I should, which is a problem because she's literally asking me to make a deal with a devil.
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honestly just disrespectful, the lot of them
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wazzappp ¡ 6 months ago
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One fun little idea I love to pull off the shelf every once and a while: mutant Lisa with ice powers
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