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By Lingvistov

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 VS death

a 2 page story i did a while back. its a really random thing. hope you like the ephimeral comic.

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Then once all the other masters are defeated you go home and relax day to day ala Cooking with Emiya-san

Do you think servants working for Chaldea lie awake at night and worry about this whole grand order thing ending, forcing them to go back to the throne, and ending their time as actual people with a master that cares about them as human beings?

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S’rrina found a new friend down deep in the ruins. She wonders if she can find a way to bring him out with her...

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Dear Urban Fantasy fandom,

What I would like to see more of in urban fantasy writing:

- More werecreatures besides werewolves, ie. werebears, werecats, werebirds, etc.

- Transformations for werecreatures that vary from person to person, ie. one person’s might be extremely violent while the other sort of just melds into it

- Werecreatures who have different behaviors while transformed besides “KILL EVERYTHING”

- Werecreatures who don’t have this messed up canon where there can’t be any females, or they can’t give birth, or they’re extremely violent, yadda yadda yadda

- Werecreature loners who were forced to be loners by circumstance rather than chose it and are actually looking for or to form a new pack

- More packs with werecreatures that are positive, supporting places

- Werecreatures with “transformation night” packs so they’re ready for whatever

- People who are friends with werecreatures who knows what’s up and try to help them through the night if they need it

- Werecreatures who are totally cool being werecreatures

- Vampires who are sensitive about their age

- Vampires who aren’t the most beautiful creatures ever to behold in existence UGH

- Vampires with acquired tastes to different blood

- Vampires with different skintones in their own variations of pale

- Vampires who don’t give a flying fatooty about history and are rather annoyed when people start to ask them questions like they should know

- Vampires who can transform into more than just bats

- Vampires who are endlessly frustrated they can’t get drunk but they try anyway

- Vampires who still wear the styles from, like, 20 years ago (70’s vampire guys!)

- Vampires who won’t drink blood without consent

- Vampires that still look like children but are actually well over 200 and swear like sailors

- Vampires in broods

- Vampires who are total geeks and have memorized every line of every Star Trek (or insert your own) movie and quotes them all the time

- Vampires who are totally cool being vampires

- Witches who can’t afford fancy glass vials so they use milk jugs or tupperware

- Witches who make more potions besides liquidy ones, ie. some are really thick and grainy, others slimy, etc

- Witches who specialize in a certain craft, ie. potions, divination, thaumaturgy, etc

- Mass-produced witch items you can find in grocery stores and other witches complaining about how they’re not as powerful as homemade

- More familiars besides cats

- More magical focuses besides wands, ie. a pocketwatch, a favorite old coin, a keychain, etc

- Witches with planters on their windowsill

- Witch magic developing at different times for different people, ie. at birth, puberty, a random age for no reason, etc

- Witches having to LEARN how to use magic properly, not knowing how to do it instantly

- Witch support groups for people having trouble controlling or even using magic

- Wizards who classify as witches and witches who classify as wizards and wizards and witches classifying as neither because that’s who they are

- Witches who summon monsters or demons just to chill or hang out and the monsters and demons are totally chill with it

- Witches who are totally cool being witches

- Other supernatural/mythological creatures besides the regular ones

- Lamias, kelpies, selkies, pischacha, jarita, chimera, xiāo, kui, yōkai, aswang, etc, etc, ETC

- A supernatural society that isn’t hidden from human society and even if they have problems they work together

- Supernatural creatures who run for political office

- Supernatural creatures working as baristas

- Supernaturals creatures who live in specific neighborhoods and identify with different races, classes, religions, etc.

- Supernatural creatures in gangs

- Romances between supernatural creatures, other supernatural creatures, and humans being A-OK and healthy and wonderful

- Romances beyond straight romances

And so much more! Please, guys, we need more variations! We can’t get stuck in an ocean of stale, overused urban fantasy stories! We need to improve upon the genre!

If you have any more ideas, please add on! :)

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Dog breeds are all just…. fan content that humans made of God’s ‘The Wolf’

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“Ah, good then.” She said, pushing her head into his hand and hugging him quickly before prancing away, his pocket watch clutched in her hand.

“Go ahead and hate me if it will make it easier for you. I didn’t mean to cause you more pain…”

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New blog

Hey everyone, just started a new Kajiit skyrim blog as both a journal and for RP. 

Come check her out https://srrinas-shinies.tumblr.com/

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New goddess idea: She’s an earth goddess of the new age who’s domain is spinning and weaving, but specifically spinning and weaving gigantic structural steel cables for construction and other industrial purposes. Her skin is steel grey and hard to the touch and her hair is like long dredlocks of woven steel. She laughs at shitty architecture deigns that will fall apart if actually built and protects well-made bridges and buildings she likes. She might warn you of unforseen danger if you always wear your proper PPE.

Okay now what do I name her

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“Hmm, I can’t say I am on a first name basic with many criminal masterminds. But I suppose there is a first for everything. Please call me Sherlock then.” Holmes said, lighting a cigarette and placing it between his lips. “I have never let an opponent escape for long Carmen, even when it appears they do I am always in their shadow. Perhaps next time we meet you will not even know that we have.” He chuckled just as the dinnerhall’s band finished their song and started up a tango. “Well, shall we open the next round with a dance my dear?” He asked, giving the smoke a puff before snuffing it and sliding it back into it’s silver case before holding his hand out towards her.

@father-of-detectives  continued from this: meow

“Well being difficult to find is the point Detective.” Carmen smirked back with her red painted lips. “However finding me is only half the battle.” She chuckled a bit.

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“I know you are you Mozart, but for once don’t focus on the music.” Holmes said with a small shake of his head before pushing on. “In the movie there were the two people needed to open the gate for Zuel to reach New York. I’m looking for their titles...” He explained, looking expectantly at the composer.

Amadeus glared for a moment, eye to eye with the other man because this wasn’t just an ‘emotional response’ this was about his wife being in danger! Still, the composer only held the others gaze for a few seconds before he leaned back and conceded to the detective’s request.

He knew that Sherlock was of the Ruler class, and while arguing with a Ruler did not break any rules for the Holy Grail War (far as he knew), it was probably for the best if he did not anger the man who was trying to help him.

It was clear that the other was, and somewhere along the line Amadeus realized that it wasn’t that Holmes didn’t want to tell him but that he physically couldn’t. His lips snapping shut like that would have been amusing if not for the seriousness of the conversation and the agitation Sherlock showed being almost painful. He was clearly upset that he couldn’t just tell Mozart about Constanze.

“I… have heard of it,” he replied to the final question, beginning to piece together what the detective was saying. Not a regular class, so something special, “The score is quite creative.”

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RABBIT!!

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That second one is like; “I am so fabulous”

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Holmes frowned when Mozart explained his case. Raising his hand he pressed his fist against his chin, his forefinger across his bottom lip as he lapsed into silence in thought. 

After a length of time he silently rose from his feet and stood in front of the fireplace. “Hmm a sticky question indeed.” He said looking into the fire. “If convicted of murder he would indeed be held for punishment as that is one of the few crimes that the statue of limitations never touches.” Turning away he moved to one of the bookshelves that lined the walls and pulled a heavy tome down. “At that time the French Revolution was occurring and the Law of Suspects had just been created. From a legal standpoint everything they did was completely in the right, but it would have been since they unilaterally made the laws. This one in particular was actually not a law but a decree from the few instead of what passed for a government at that point.” He explained, flipping though the book until he turned it around to show the other man a page on  Marie Antoinette’s trial. 

“That all being said the trial itself is considered a sham by most, with the verdict decided before the charges were even brought to her. She and her lawyers were given less then a day to gather a defense before the trial, and one of the main charges, High Treason, had not been know to them. Her lawyers had assumed life imprisonment at the worst for her original charges.”

As for Charles Henri Sanson. Your anger is understandable, but unjustifiable. He had come from a line of executioners back to his grandfather and, judging by his dairies, hated the job with a passion. If he did not follow his family’s line of work another would have taken his place. He seemed to try his best to make the process as easy as possible for his victims based on my sources. In fact he was one of the men who created the guillotine in an effort to make sure every beheading was done in a single stroke to prevent suffering from botched jobs...” Taking his seat again, Holmes took out his pipe and lit it before blowing a ring of smoke up at the ceiling. “I am sorry this is not what you wanted to hear. It was a dark time in France during those days. There were decent people who were caught up by twisted and foul players in the grand game of life.”

“Mm, yes, although in my case my mind shall never stagnate, as I have yet to find a way to turn off my genius,” Mozart replied, his tone matter a fact and calm as he took his place in the offered chair, leaning back to take advantage of the softness of the warmed cushions. It felt good being near the fire, especially when it was so blustery and cold outside.

“I am always composing, sire, even in my dreams sometimes,” he said with a sigh, folding his hands over his belly to relax, “Still, I will come to my point. I was wondering if you could assist me in something; a cold case.”

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The box easily was pushed back off the stairs and hovered level with him. Pausing for a moment, it patiently returned back towards the door only to bounce off the broken rails. 

Failing to navigate the perils of the stairs, the box bounced another half-dozen times before stopping. With a scream of nails being forcefully removed from wood, the side of the box facing Rico popped away to reveal a metallic panel behind it. Suddenly came to life with rapid lines of gibberish text, the screen settled after a few seconds.

Refusal of aid from carbon unit acknowledged. Directing reinitialization function to Mother Unit. Please hold...

Letting the cursor line blink a few times, the air above the box shimmered before a voice rose in volume from nothing. “-so then I..Huh?” A dark skinned girl with long, mint green twin tails appeared standing on the box, her body translucent and slightly grainy. “Gosh dang it. I thought I finally dealt will all of these.” She said, plopping down on the box and hanging her legs over the side to idly kick. “So what can I do for you human?...and not-humans...” She asked, seeing his pokemon as well.

Ding Ding

Rico raised an eyebrow at the retern address and signed the clipboard. “Grazie. Drive safe.” He waved them off and took the envelope. His swirlix barked and he called her outside. A pair of scissors was pulled from his pocket and he sliced the envelope open neatly. “Let’s see..”

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memes i miss: Pooh Baseball