#they are horrid (affectionate)
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blackbackedjackal · 9 months ago
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Pokemon concept art from the teraleak
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chaotic-deity · 10 months ago
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Bored so I sketched something out for an AU my friends and I put together for funsies
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raviposting · 1 year ago
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Stop playing footsie with me bro. Stop playing footsie with me bro. ↳Bonus: Rhett and Link
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orangedogsquad · 20 days ago
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#y’all don’t have to read this. it’s going to get super rambly#we're in the process of rehoming Sadie. I don’t like talking about it because I feel like a failure#but I don’t want her to disappear from the blog with no explanation#and it sucks. because I get that she will move on to a different house and a new person and she’ll do wonderfully#with the proper attention she deserves and craves#I bounce between ‘this is for the best. she’s not thriving here’ and ‘how am I supposed to give her away’#she was my first cat (that wasn’t a family pet). I thought I’d never be able to get a cat (because of household allergies)#but there she was- a Devon rex! in a rescue no less#i'd lowkey given up on hopes of having a cat. Bek encouraged me to apply for her#and we'd had horrid luck with rescues in the past when applying for dogs pre-Henry so I was pretty pessimistic about it#especially for a breed like a devon. but they approved our application! i was giddy that whole car trip home with her#and she has the absolute sweetest personality which has been so nice for first time cat owner me. so gentle and affectionate and loving#I’ve tried so much to make her happy here but I'm simply not enough. and i need to recognise that i can't give her what she needs#idk there’s no point to this post just rambling#the rescue we’ve been dealing with takes 2 weeks minimum to reply to any message I send so it’s been a very drawn out process#and my emotions about it are all over the place#I guess one ‘good’ thing is that she helped us realise we could manage a cat in the household in regard to allergies#which means I won’t be completely catless. bebe cats are still here. it's just rough it can’t be her too#the rescue said they’re going to put her ad up today which is why I’m feeling it extra hard at the moment#It’s going to be better for both Sadie and me in the long run but in the meantime I will :(( about it#I was really hoping they’d have a foster who could take her#I don’t know how I’m supposed to hold it together if I have to do meet and greets with potential adopters here
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happi-dreams · 25 days ago
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suffering from the sniffles again … because of WE KNOW WHO
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team-sleeps · 1 year ago
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Look I know the hands are Cameron and Chase but the booth ?? The Intimacy??? Houses little cutesy leg fold up on the chair and the way he's holding the fry he stole from Wilson and the way they're looking at each other like the late night hospital cafeteria is the only place in the world they'd ever prefer to be if only if cause the other is there? Cuddy being happy to see the happy ""couple""? GAGGED
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angelofthemornings · 3 months ago
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I wonder what Clara Pathologic would do in The Silt Verses
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ashvampire · 1 year ago
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cw; violence, death
At twilight, a number of councillors, merchants and guards had been summoned deep beneath Kogoruhn, into one of its many halls. They were given no explanation as to why, just that it was important and vital that they came.
It was a spacious hall, lit by mage-lights which drifted idly above. They only lit the entrance of the hall, the rest of it was shrouded in darkness.
They entered the hall one by one. Some recognised each other as they came in, and a sense of dread began to hang in the air. They remained silent, not daring to talk. There were guards in and outside of the hall, watching them all closely. As more people came in, the greater that dread grew.
Once all were inside, the doors were closed and then locked by guards. They began to speak then, demanding to know why they’d been brought there. As they raised their voices and searched for answers, the guards suddenly moved. They wrestled and held them down, binding their wrists and putting magicka-restricting enchantments on them.
Once all of them were bound, the mage-lights moved, revealing the rest of the room.
Someone laid on the floor ahead, beaten bloody and unconscious. His truths had spilled like his blood, and he had purposefully been left lying there, where the others could see him. So they knew that they had been caught; that their secrets were now known.
Dagoth Voryn stood in front of them all, holding his hands behind his back to hide their trembling. He kept his face expressionless, a mask he’d learnt to wear in his adolescents. He couldn’t quite keep the fear and guilt out of his eyes, but he held his head high and tried to make himself look confident.
The guards stood behind the captives, making sure no one tried to escape. Each one had been chosen by Voryn. They were the ones he trusted the most; some he had grown up knowing, others had connections to his uncle. He had few he could trust, and he wasn’t even certain the guards he had chosen wouldn’t betray him. There was only one he trusted not to tattle, though he was not a guard, nor of House Dagoth, but a stranger from the mainland. An outsider. He stood next to Voryn, his chitin boots slick with red.
“You know why you’re here,” Voryn said, forcing himself to speak loud and clear, keeping the tremble out of his voice. He didn’t look at any of the captives before him in the eye. He knew some of them; some he’d even known since he was a child.
“You would betray the empire?!” one of them yelled, both fear and anger in her voice. Voryn dared to look at her; she was a Chimer woman, someone Voryn remembered attending numerous council meetings. He now knew her as an informant of the Nordic Empire.
“You betrayed your own people!” the mer beside Voryn growled, pointing his dagger at her.
The woman gave a look of disbelief. “What choice did I have?! We can’t win against the Nords!” She looked to Voryn pleadingly. “Don’t do this, serjo! They’ll destroy House Dagoth! Surely you realise this?!”
Voryn’s nails dug into the palms of his hands. He was well aware of what would come. He knew he wasn’t ready for war. In truth, he wanted to bury his head in the sand, as his father and brother had done before him. But House Dagoth was already starting to crumble, all of its wealth being handed over to the empire, and surrounded by enemies inland and out at sea. It was easier to hide, and pretend that everything was fine. To look away when villages were overrun by Dwemer or pirates, and as his council was slowly replaced by informants of the empire.
It was the outsider by Voryn’s side that had convinced him to look. Not only look, but do something. He had whispered promises of glory and power in his ears, his breath smelling of skooma and his hands pressed against Voryn’s chest. Somewhere in that fervour, Voryn had agreed to all this.
He shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked to the outsider, searching for approval. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.
“Nerevar;” Voryn said with hesitance, and gestured to the people before him.
The outsider nodded, an eagerness in his eyes that Voryn chose to ignore. He started with the one already on the floor, flipping him over onto his back and slitting his throat with one fast motion. Then he turned, and some of the captives tried to flee. They were held in place by the guards, none succeeding in breaking free.
Voryn forced himself to watch as Nerevar stalked towards them, his glass dagger gleaming in the pale mage-light. He went to the woman who’d spoken first, standing in front of her in silence. The woman didn’t speak or move, her betrayal turned to fear. Voryn felt his tremors grow worse, and his mask was slipping. He wanted to tell Nerevar to stop, but his jaw seemed locked in place. Even his eyes refused to move, even though he wanted desperately to look away.
Nerevar lunged, plunging the dagger into the woman’s stomach and cutting upwards. There was screaming, and gagging. Nerevar stabbed his blade between her rips, and the woman shuddered and slumped, taking a few raspy breaths before she went silent.
The others died in a similar manner, and Voryn was still frozen where he was, watching each death with wide eyes. After the last one took their final breath, Voryn dismissed the guards, trying to muster his confidence again. He failed, his voice trembling as he told them to leave.
Nerevar cleaned his dagger on one of the dead’s robes, and then approached Voryn. There were specks of blood on his face.
“I hate you,” Voryn said under his breath. “I knew most of those people.” Nerevar walked right up to him, so close they could feel each other’s breath.
“I hate you,” Nerevar replied, eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who made me kill them.”
Voryn’s hands seemed to move on their own accord, cupping Nerevar’s face. He leaned forwards and gently kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll need you to kill for me again, if we are to fight this war,” he whispered. He tasted blood.
“Only if you do the same for me.”
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daily-suyao · 1 year ago
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questioningpunctuation · 1 year ago
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ooooouuoohooughh.. i have so many boobs. I AM UNSTOPPABLE
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deargravity · 5 months ago
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everyone’s yumeships are so cute and lovely and fun but i get so nervous when i’m asked about mine because you really don’t want to know you’re better off swimming in a radioactive lake this toxic yuri slop can kill a war veteran it’ll be like carbon monoxide poisoning if i ever let all this lore loose in the open
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cynic-says-stuff · 11 months ago
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Having to screenshot Tumblr memes to send to my sister because no one knows I have this horrid app :/
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siriuslygay1981 · 2 years ago
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Barty is the type to over share. You're talking about something random and he slaps the table with a gasp and interrupts you
"oh oh that reminds me of when-"
And he doesn't care if y'all met five seconds ago he's gonna tell you about the time his dad left him in a grocery store. He doesn't over share things people have told him though because even if he will tell you his whole life story he won't even mumur regulus' favorite color. Mostly if that person doesn't want others knowing
(he will apologize once for interrupting you but not again. Like he feels slightly bad but he doesn't mind if you interrupt either so he figures it's even.)
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kijosakka · 1 year ago
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its not electric eels but i think when anyone makes any kind of merfolk-au with alejandro we should all collectively agree to give him fucked up fangtooth moray eel teeth
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helloarchivist · 2 years ago
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if u call gojo a mary sue i feel like he'd be like,"lmaoo thats my drag name tehe"
You call Gojo a mary sue and he just
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sunlightfeeling · 2 years ago
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combined a few pictures~
from Frau: 2017.5 No. 512
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