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runraerun Β· 4 months ago
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🧚 hey! it’s dangerous to go alone…
make sure you take your platonic soulmate with you!✨
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red-garden Β· 9 days ago
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Shen Yuan is two things:
1) chronically ill
2) rich rich
He couldn’t count on both hands the number of health scares he’s had, but he fought years to move out of his parents house and live independently!
…. Until he was found half dead by his sister and nearly died in the hospital. No one even knew until she showed up.
The smart thing- the thing his parents want- would be to sell his apartment and move back in so his family can watch him. But frankly, Shen Yuan was reaching the end of his 20s. He didn’t want to be 30 in his parents home being scolded for buying yet another anime figurine and fussed over all hours of the day by nannies.
So, like the adults they were, they compromised. Shen Yuan could live independently IF he put together a complete staff of live in specialists to help him. He had a few months to do so, and all had to be thoroughly background checked.
Which is how he ended up with an old estate filled with specialists who all bore striking resemblances to the cast of Proud Immortal Demon Way.
(SY endears himself over the course of months to the entire modern cast of svsss and collects them to live with him and be generously financially supported. Additionally he finally tracks down the hack author of PIDW and keeps him as well, taking away the financial strain so PIDW can achieve its true potential as art.)
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mobius-m-mobius Β· 3 months ago
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#happy anniversary to remembering this actually happened 😘✌️
Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 5 - β€œScience/Fiction”
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nobleriver Β· 5 months ago
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Rick and Michonne Grimes - Their Journey Over the Years
It's a broken world, Michonne. And you're the only thing that puts it back together. Til my last breath I am yours.
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canisalbus Β· 2 months ago
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May I offer a little drawing of your dogs?
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some-sort-of-ecologist Β· 3 months ago
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i think one of the biggest scams i've seen in my lifetime is the idea that it looks better to have to have all matching mugs, preferably that match your dishes
reblog and tell me about your coffee mug
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celesomnis Β· 2 months ago
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❝ The Lionguard Gambit ❞
Nyoka Wadjet x Prefect Reader
The prefect requires some help. The snakeman will not provide it without a catch. There is chess, and a more harrowing "game" is maybe played too.
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babes, bros, and nonbinary beaus, I present to you the highly anticipated ''x reader'' ficlet for @cozymochi and @oddberryshortcake 's slitheringly handsome oc!
because let's be so real, we all down bad for that snake boi.
(and happy christmas you two dears! <3 I hope you do enjoy this and that it lifts your spirits fghsjk and i am so sorry if he is wildly ooc,, I tried my best 😭)
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β€œI know a guy for that.”
"Yeah. I'm kinda... I'm kind of here because you do, actually."
Nyoka Wadjet did not look amused.
You folded your fingers together and regarded the venomous beastman as passively and politely as you were able.
"Look. I know since we've been sticking around in Savanaclaw lately, Grim has been pushing your boundaries here and there. So if you help me, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again like that... for two whole weeks."
Air pushed slowly through his nostrils. He was regarding you more seriously now.
Approaching the very allusive, and admittedly rather frightful, student in order to find somebody who could counterfeit thaumarks was perhaps not the most self-preserving decision you'd made. But it was imperative to a growing idea you had on how to deal with you and your friends' latest Azul troubles.
"Three weeks." You sweetened the deal.
Nyoka's eyes narrowed.
"He landed on my head." was stated factually, like the action's offense spoke for itself.
That had indeed happened. Grim was not a often creature of preserving personal space.
"A month?" You tried.
"A year."
Well that wasn't happening. "Um. I could offer two months, maybe." People really had a tendency to overestimate your level of control over that little (lovable) demon.
It seemed like that was not a favorable compromise. Nyoka's attention dipped from you and moved to the room's center where he had previously been seated.
Your stare followed his towards the shining, porcelain chess set readied and untouched at the low-standing table. Sparking a different tactic.
"Or, maybe you could play me for it?"
His gaze swung lazily back at you. Something about the action, and the hooded way his eyes looked, put little tingles along your arms.
"I promise I actually know how to play." You said, in case he was doubting your authenticity.
Movement caught your attention behind his legs, and a second later, his long tail came swishing side to side. A myriad of scales glittering under the sunroof's light.
A somersault happened inside your stomach, but was ignored in favor of catching Nyoka's next words.
β€œI like to be on the winning side.”
"Is that you doubting yourself against me?" You pushed.
He tipped his chin up slightly, a sun-flare running over his glasses.
β€œOne battle doesn’t lose a war, prefect.”
The message was clear. Challenge Accepted.
He waved a gloved hand, inviting you to sit, which you obliged.
"Alright." Nyoka told you, easing himself gracefully onto the opposing seat. "If you beat me, I will connect you with my friend. But if I beat you, you will forbid your familiar from invading my presence for the remainder of the year."
Oh dear. He was dead-set on that, wasn't he.
Your eyes met. The colors in his clashed your own.
These were desperate times.
"Deal."
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The first few minutes of the game were done mostly in silence.
While it was true you knew how to play (at least, back in your home world you had) it'd been awhile since you'd done so for real, and there was a necessary amount of concentration needed in the first half while you eased back into things.
Nyoka, naturally, was a hard player from the start.
Though some of the plays and tactics he tried helped along in jogging your memory of the nuances, there was still some clear rust in your play, whereas he was all refined sharpness.
Poising in ponder, then striking fast.
Quick as a cobra.
The game did not take long to be leant in his favor.
And the silence was becoming brutal.
It was very quiet in the room, which made sense as to why Nyoka liked to frequent here. And it wasn't unsettling.
That was not the issue.
The distress came because in its peace, it caused the only sound you could latch onto in the whole room was the slow, deep, even breaths leaving the man's chest.
Slow in, slower out, over and over.
Each breath led your concentration to phase in and out of the game with it.
When you snapped back to, you found you just lost one of your knights. Rather viciously.
"You're really subtle with your attacks." You noted sardonically, mostly just to say anything.
There was a shake to your hands as they moved your king.
Nyoka watched you fidget.
In reply, there was a smooth counter of; "Hmph. Like a drop to the head."
You wetted your lips. Moved a pawn. "Grim's harmless, just very personable."
"He is lucky I didn't bite him." Nyoka murmured.
You were still a little lost to thought when this was said, so your ears failed to detect if its inflection held jest or sarcasm.
"Really? I figured you too elegant to go around handling annoyances with your teeth," Slipped out of your mouth before sense caught up to it.
His eyes slid at you. Pinned you there.
Something in your gut flipped.
"I should bite you, Prefect."
The game, and entire room, might have disappeared, but right then you couldn't have been sure.
He spoke it low, and it rolled out of his throat in a way that sent heat down your back. "But I think I wouldn't get the taste out of my mouth for days."
The heat became infernal.
Your head turned away, cheek meeting the forgiving cold of the sofa, desperate to pretend those words weren't the most charged thing you'd experienced in your time here.
"Calm yourself," He intoned, and maybe it was your racing mind, but you almost thought he had the gall to sound amused. "Any venom I have is reserved for other targets."
Oh, you were anything but calm. But there was a bell ringing in the distance, another later hour revealing itself.
It was getting late, and you still had a chess game at stake.
Nyoka exhaled, a low and long huff that makes you at once certain you won't be able to stand for a long while after this.
It felt like a lot of things were at stake right now.
From infernal to charred, you were a wreck at this point.
Forcing your focus to cooperate, the board came back to life before you and a realization was brought with it.
"Finding it difficult to think?" His words were edged with a sultry hiss.
You steeled. Made your move fast. Trying to keep your face unchanging.
Nyoka fluttered his long fingers atop his pieces, calculating, before finally resting atop his queen. And took your pawn.
A sudden sense of victory quelled all other emotions within you, and with haste you moved your knight into a position that seemed vulnerable.
Taking the bait, Nyoka moved his queen back where it was before.
You struck, using your bishop to fly across the board for the winning move. Exclaiming "Check!" and knocking porcelain against porcelain. Hands springing up, elated. "Hah! I did it! The Lionguard Gambit!"
Nyoka looked up at you fast, then moved aback. Expression one you couldn't define. "The... What."
You remained as you were. Enjoying the simmer of your victory.
Thanking the gods and the Seven for having provided the luck that led you to stumble across that move in a late-night library study one evening.
The snakeman stared at you a long time.
The longer that the seconds ticked by, the less sure of yourself you became. Fearful there had been a miscalculation or premature celebration.
You hadn't done it wrong, had you?
And then, Nyoka said; "...Lionheart Gambit?"
A rush of burning sensation to your ears coaxed your arms into a deflate.
"Oh." That was embarrassing. "Well- you know what I meant! My point is, I won!"
"So you did." He relented, sparing you by moving on from your blunder.
It had felt like your mispronunciation had sort of rattled him, for whatever reason, but that was a mystery for another time.
β€œI guess some battles can turn a war’s tides, snake eyes.” You said, tone lilting once more coy.
Nyoka lowered himself into the spine of his chair with crossing arms.
You waited. "...Um. So. Nyoka?"
"Don't get fretful, prefect, I withhold my ends of bargains. I'll introduce you to the person you seek tomorrow."
You felt a press of disappoint, but relented that it had gotten late. You hadn't realized when the sun's shine had been replaced with the softer lights of the overhead lanterns.
Rising from the seat, knees mercifully only wobbling a little, you offered him thanks and began to make the - perhaps a little purposefully slowed - trek towards the exit.
"Well. Goodnight, Nyoka."
"Hmm."
"You not going to sleep?"
"In a while."
β€œAh. Putting in some extra practice for when you get a good chess partner?” You tossed playfully over a shoulder.
β€œThat is not an issue.”
Nyoka rolled his fingers into a fist and set his chin on it. He did not look back at you, but somehow, the heat in your chest returned all the same.
And beyond noise of the door shutting after you, you caught six words that kept that heat burning low in your chest for the whole night following;
β€œI know a prefect for that.”
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fin.
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meat-fr Β· 1 month ago
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It's my turn to hatch a double apparently
Such a pretty one too! :D
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gothoffspring Β· 11 months ago
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This is Chromeo. He lets everyone at school slap stickers and doodle on him for clout. Being a rebel is in his programming. He's an eternal teenager, created by a totally-not-mad scientist after the loss of his human son in a tragic accident. He's a bit special and not the most ideal servo model, but we all love him.
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mammoth-clangen Β· 2 months ago
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It makes me so happy to see how passionate you are about paleo!! That kind of dedication is so lovely to engage with
Oh I'm glad! I worry I'm rambling aimlessly so knowing that at least some people are enjoying it is nice to hear c:
For some paleo related fun, here's a huge Eurasian Pleistocene Big Cat sketchdump from 2023 when I was brainstorming for White Cat, Gold Plains
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I still like a lot of these, though I was obviously trying to lean more into realism than I do in Kindred Also they're not Fleet Fangs, they're a different species within the same genera, Homotherium latidens and Panthera (leo) spelaea
Past me was some kind of madlad trying to put spots on things, no wonder the comic died after 10 pages c':
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sukibenders Β· 7 days ago
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"You can't ship MelVik because Mel was mean/looked down on/was classicist towards Viktor, and it's obvious Viktor doesn't get along with her because of how he looks at her!" But you ship JayVik, which equally has its moments of Jayce looking down on Viktor and carrying his own form of classicism, has his being mean or just inconsiderate here and there (and Viktor to him in vice versa), and even Viktor himself has been shown to argue or not always be on the same page as Jayce, but you have no problem shipping them together. This isn't about trying to influence people to ship MelVik, because whether you do or don't, the argument usually against it (or from what I've seen) from these certain types of fans is so surface level and often always paints Mel in this weird light like she's the sole perpetrator of everything bad in Viktor's life and/or acts like two characters suddenly disagreeing with one another is grounds for a ship being incompatible, even though worse things can happen between a pairing and they still will be enjoyed. And this argument is usually, even outside of Viktor, aimed towards ships involving Mel (eg. MelJay or Melvika) and it's not hard to know why, especially with how rampant misogynoir is in this fandom. Again, not saying you have to ship MelVik, but if your reason behind that is the excuse I listed above and you're aligned with the rest of this post....I need you to analyze that.
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pahsivs Β· 3 months ago
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Chasca: Feather-Fletched Peace
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tobias-hankel Β· 2 years ago
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No one ever talks about the fact that Elle Greenaway, Aaron Hotchner, and Spencer Reid all lived at the same apartment complex, The Langham.
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We see Elle leaving her apartment when Hotch is following her in 2x6 - maybe that is where he learned about the apartment complex. We can also see Elle getting into her car, which has Virginia plates, so we know this apartment complex is in Virginia - not D.C.
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In 5x1, we see Emily go to Hotch's apartment to check on him. This is also when we learn that Hotch is on the first floor in apartment 121. We later see him in this same apartment with Jack and Beth in 7x23 and when he is arrested in 11x22, just to name a few.
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We see the outside of Spencer's apartment in 9x24 when Alex goes to leave after taking Spencer home. Spencer looks outside and watches Alex get into a taxi. We can see part of the green canopy and the street when Alex walks, but we can also see Spencer standing at the window. The window matches the same windows on The Langham. We can even see a spot on the sidewalk where the street lamp used to be. This is also when we learn that Spencer is on the second floor, apartment 23.
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In 1x22, we see Elle be attacked in her home - not an apartment - meaning she moved into Langham apartments after her attack.
Up until Hotch was divorced, he lived in his home in Arlington, Virginia with Haley and Jack - so we know he moved into the complex sometime around season three or four.
We didn't see Spencer's apartment until season eight but we know in 3x2 that Spencer's Volvo has Washington D.C. plates but when we see his car again in 10x13, he had Virginia plates. We can assume that means that Spencer moved from Washington D.C. to the Langham apartments in Virginia at some point between season three and season eight.
Meaning, Elle lived in the Langham apartments before Hotch and Spencer - but Hotch and Spencer lived there only one floor apart at the same time.
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antisocialxconstruct Β· 12 days ago
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sorry for kinda mid photos but my godddd I'm obsessed with these! I love the Antu "cute beast" bodies but really wasn't thrilled by any of the blind box designs (except the hidden one. lmao) so I had to grab these when they were announced but I was NOT ready for just how gorgeous and detailed they are 😨 Easily an incredibly close runner up to the mianmian dogs for my favorites out of my collection so far
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michaun Β· 23 days ago
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BAD SISTERS
Ruben won’t remember me. Before… That doesn’t make you any less of a parent. Okay? Maybe one eye less off a parent.
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stevie-petey Β· 7 months ago
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I know you just dropped a new chapter but I have a blurb if you wanna write it. Could we see others perception of bug. Like Mrs. Clicks class, bugs just chilling and doing her work while there are people so entranced by her and she doesn't even know it. Like Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, maybe Eddie πŸ‘€
ooooo i LOVE a good character study thank u for this request !!
enjoy <3
"your book report isnt bad, but..." you sigh, trying not to let your disbelief of how horrible the paper is show. "it could use some work."
jonathan nods at you solemnly. the librarys florescent light burns down upon his shame. "be honest, how fucked am i?"
"... pretty fucked."
the boy covers his face with his head and groans, causing the librarian to harshly shush him. its the middle of study hall, the entire section is overtaken by a crowd of kids either pretending to study or silently mourning their grades.
youre the only one actually doing any work, jonathan has long since given up on his stupid essay. english has never been his best subject, youve always basically written all his papers for him in exchange for math help. its been a good system.
until goddamn mrs. greer caught on and threatened suspension.
"its okay, maybe i could try and copy your writing style?" you suggest, but jonathan only responds by dropping his head onto the table. he doesnt even know what his writing style is. you rub his back in soothing circles, hopeless as well. "okay, yeah. i tried."
robin buckley sits a few seats away from you and jonathan. she watches you curiously, eyes narrowed at the hand on the boys back. she doesnt quite understand your relationship with jonathan. truthfully, she doesnt really pay much attention to the guy. she thinks hes cool, sure, maybe quiet, but youve always interested her more.
jonathan says something to you, which you laugh at, and again the librarian shushes the two of you. jonathan ducks his head down, embarrassed, but you only giggle with a flushed smile on your face. you try to hide the smile, though even robin knows that its impossible to hide a smile like yours.
youre wearing a soft purple sweater today, a flannel far too big for you covers your shoulders, and robin desperately wants to ask you where you got it from. shes always wanted to talk to you, but fear has stopped her from ever getting too close.
she isnt sure if the fear is from your beauty or from how genuine of a person you are. youre known as hawkins sweetheart, youre practically untouchable, and robin doesnt think youd like someone like her. shes awkward and annoying and speaks too fast and talks too loud.
eddie munson really hates the library, but he hates hawkins high even more. he'll be damned if he has to spend another fucking year here. so here he is, pretending that he knows what the fuck hes doing as he starts on one of his long overdue assignments. theres thirty he needs to hand in for one class alone. hes fucked.
it doesnt help that someone behind him keeps giggling.
he turns in his seat, ready to tell the girl to shut the fuck up, but then he sees that its you. he freezes, his anger suddenly gone.
youre the girl who loaned him a pencil last week. eddie had been so nervous for the exam that he had forgotten a goddamn pencil. he had panicked, he really couldnt afford to fail, but mrs. greer wouldnt let him get up to find a new one.
eddie had been close to tears, embarrassed and overwhelmed, when you had tapped his shoulder. "here,"
in your hand was a pencil, offering it to him. eddie took it from you, relief flooding through him, and he gave you a curt nod before frantically starting the exam with five minutes wasted.
eddie never actually thanked you for that. in fact, he had completely forgotten all about it until he saw you later that day talking to mrs. greer to arrange a time for you after school to retake the exam. apparently you also didnt have a pencil ready that day.
you had given him your only pencil, knowing youd fail the exam, just so eddie wouldnt.
so eddie turns back in his seat, grips your loaned pencil that he still has, and goes back to his assignments. your giggling carries over to him, and the sound is a pleasant one now. all things considered, youve got a cute laugh.
nancy wheeler stands in the romance section of the library, waiting anxiously for steve harrington. hes late, he promised her hed be there right after lunch, yet she stands alone.
she can hear your laughter from where she stands. she peers around the corner, sees you with jonathan, and she rolls her eyes fondly. youre always together, but she does find it cute. youre sweet together, in an old, married couple kind of way.
jonathans eyes drift from your laughing frame to nancy. she sucks in a breath, caught, and he raises an eyebrow at her. hes intrigued, wonders why shes staring at you and him, and nancys cheeks burn. she doesnt really talk to you and jonathan, she hasnt for a long time.
nancy turns away awkwardly and pretends that she hadnt seen jonathan at all.
steve sees you first when he enters the library, late and out of breath. well, he hears you first, and he smiles even before he can understand why. he knows you hang out in the library with jonathan, hes expected you to be there, but its still somehow a pleasant surprise.
youre head is thrown back, mid laugh, and steve shakes his head at you. youre always smiling, always kind, always lovely. he sees the paper jonathan has you reading for him and steve supposes that eventually youll be trading english essays in for marriage licenses.
its inevitable.
who wouldnt want to marry someone like you? steve knows he does, and he finds nancy waiting for him in the romance section, and he thinks hes finally met your match.
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