#they are horrid (affectionate)
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Pokemon concept art from the teraleak
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Bored so I sketched something out for an AU my friends and I put together for funsies
#Her and Jr are the most normal looking ones lol#Bowser and Boop are horrid guys ❤️ /affectionate#my art#art#doodles#artists on tumblr#artwork#tw blood#blood tw#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#l4d2#l4d2 witch#princess toadstool#princess peach#Smb#super mario bros#mario bros
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was hit with the sudden urge to draw c!tommy, so here you go
#dsmp#dream smp#dsmp fanart#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fanart#c!tommy#this evil little fucking bitch (affectionate)#i am not having a third phase of this#but he is extremely fun to draw#soooo#i had to#feeling nostalgic#sucks that like half the people from dsmp turned out to be evil#(looking specifically at you wilbur you horrid creature fuck you)
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Stop playing footsie with me bro. Stop playing footsie with me bro. ↳Bonus: Rhett and Link
#there is something so deeply wrong with them (affectionate)#ian hecox#anthony padilla#smosh#smosh main#flashback with smosh#smoshedit#useroli#usertj#emolgana#useralii#userperry#usermimsi#smoshcentral#janie makes stuff#*gifs#quality is horrid but!#this was very wholesome and i was dying at link's face the entire time asdfjkl
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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
#happy fucking pride month to these gay ass bitches#they make me so sick (affectionate)#hilson#house md#hate crimes md#sorry for the crappy pics lmao#im like a horrid combo of house and wilson in that i too am uncontrollably gay anxious and cannot sit anywhere right
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I LOVE YOU SUBSPACE PHIGHTING
#not in a i would kiss him way though#more like making him suffer every medieval execution for his horrid actions#but affectionately#can you guys tell i REALLY like morally questionable old men?#anonslash's ramblings#subspace phighting
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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.”
#they are horrid (affectionate)#i have lots of thoughts about their relationship. i could write 1000 words about it#my work#morrowind#voryn dagoth#house dagoth#nerevar#indoril nerevar#tes fic#tes#cw death#cw violence#nerevoryn#idk if this really counts as nerevoryn but it is to me
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#oh look it's JGY to the rescue!#jin zixun can stop bullying minshan now!#and so can those lans#horrid little lans (affectionate)#su she#jin guangyao#suyao#jin zixun is also there! he's not around a lot but there he is!
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ooooouuoohooughh.. i have so many boobs. I AM UNSTOPPABLE
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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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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.)
#marauders fandom#dead gay wizards from the 70s#marauders era#harry potter marauders#regulus black#hp marauders#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#barty talks a lot#i meant it affectionately#he interrupts you apoligizes#interrupts you five seconds later#talks till hes done#tells you to continue#its a never ending cycle#he tells every the most horrid things about his dad tho#regulus' favorite subject?#no clue#his dads three year affair?#all the first through third years know#evans favorite song?#nah#his dads bribery accounts?#for sure everyone already knows#barty sr. is a shithole#hate him and his face#marauders#the unholy trinity#the pantheons#barty
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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
#kijorambles#horrid creatures. (mildly affectionate)#< like stale affection for the terrible little beasts
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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
#av answers#ask#answered#anonymous#Gojo#he'd just give you shit for using fandom terminology abt him anyway#horrid creature (affectionate)
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From the Beyond & Between Bestiary: Sea Shroud
Stayed home from work with a fever and sore throat last night. So, I imagined a terrifying, otherworldly creature to make myself feel better.
Words: 553
Content: Creature horror, mind control, threat of drowning/being eaten, brief description of dead bodies
It floated just beneath the surface, tablecloth-white in contrast to the black water. Celina put it at several inches longer than herself maybe, and about as wide as her elbows if she stuck her arms out to the side. A slight dip ran up its middle like the midrib of a leaf. Lacy fringes lined its edges all around, rippling and swaying in the current.
“What is it?” Her voice rode out on a hushed breath, but Fisher heard.
“Not sure what the scientific classification is. My guess is some type of slug or jelly. Had an ancestor that got swept in from Earth or Arasind maybe. Wound up closed off underground along with the rest of the sea, and evolution kept marching on.”
There were swirls of ethereal blue just under the thing’s skin. Celina could make them out if she focused. She’d never cared much for the slugs and other creepy-crawlies infesting her garden and the collective’s farmland back home. But those hadn’t glowed like a patch of moonlight. They weren’t smooth and graceful. She bet if she ran her hand along this creature’s skin it wouldn’t be nasty or slimy or sticky. No. No, it’d be silky, with the spring of muscle beneath.
Kneeling at the edge of the dock, she reached out. Her splayed hand still came about a foot short of the waving (teasing) frills. The saltwater leeched the sensation from her fingers immediately. Touching the creature would warm her right back up, though. Even if she dove into the ancient, buried ocean this benevolent thing would shield her. Wrap around her from head to toe like one of her nana’s handwoven blankets. She’d shut her weary eyes, and delicate tendrils would pet her hair and face while she dreamed of sunlight, stars, green grass—everything she’d left behind to chase her stupid baby brother down in this dark, dreary world.
An arm hooked under one of hers just when she started to tip over. Celina cried out, a longing hand still reaching for the water, as Fisher dragged her away from the dock’s edge. Shrieked again at the sight of the mind worm’s raised harpoon. With a deft flip, they thrust the weapon’s blunt end into the glimmering creature.
Her heart seized at the thought of seeing its blood (silver, it would be a flashing silver) spreading over the surface. Chills wracked Celina at what it showed her instead. The creature snapped shut like a sprung Venus fly trap, sending up a spray. Rather than winging off, it reared and slithered, revealing the rest of the body that had been coiled beneath. And in its clutches, dozens of other creatures, some finned, many more people-shaped, bloated, decaying, all embraced by moonlight-pale flesh, snug as bugs in a rug.
Fisher didn’t need to hold her back anymore. She scuttled away on her own two hands and feet.
“Wha…whadid…” she panted.
“As I was saying before you got yourself hypnotized, it’s some sort of beastie that went native. What it’s called depends on who you ask, but one name I’ve heard a lot is the sea shroud.” Fisher shrugged and rested the harpoon on their shoulder. “Heard a human use ‘death doily’ once too, but it didn’t catch on. Not every idea can be a winner.”
Beyond & Between Masterpost
Worldbuilding Masterpost
Beyond & Between Taglist: @thecyrulik @theimperiumchronicles
#beyond & between#beyond & between bestiary#fantasy creatures#fantasy worldbuilding#might have to push my meager art skills#to draw this horrid beast (affectionate)
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combined a few pictures~
from Frau: 2017.5 No. 512
#…mostly because one of the pics was posted combined and i had a ‘i wanna do that…AND BETTER’ attitude over it#…also known as ‘competitive’ why the hell am i so longwinded ong#scans#magazine#i…probably won’t combine like this often#because im already a horrid perfectionist about my scanning and this makes me quite a bit worse#….like for example i scanned one of those images like 6 different times…#cuz the cropping kept looking even just a smidge off or the white looked too ‘white’ etc etc etc#but if you ever want to combine reblog and add it i will absolutely share that ☺️ i wanna see~#im just too much of a headcase (affectionate) to do myself without spending even longer than i sometimes already do scanning stuff#ill repost the uncombined again when i post the shoot~
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tbh before i watched it i wasn’t very interested and thought naruto seemed kind of cringe but now after watching it i know that it’s good because of how cringy it is <3
#cringe fail show my beloved#awful horrid little plot lines (affectionate)#filler arcs my dearly detested most sacred loves#i have been rewatching some Choice™️ filler episodes during class gaps this week#and i am filled with love for them <3333#but also oof ouch why did they make that#sometimes i love naruto only for the good aspects#other times i HAVE to rattle my stinky little garbage show around in my brain and force everyone i know to hear about it#bad but good but also bad but also SO good#i LOVE how bad naruto is#it does things to my brain tbh
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