ardenssolis · 1 year ago
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Hunter verse;
[If one is strong, is it not right to use that strength to one’s own benefit? That was a thought that had come to him a long time ago. His family had always had ties to the most powerful of magic, a blessing, they said, from Isis herself, for their hard work and devotion to the gods so many countless years ago. To destroy creatures, be they beast or man, who delved into wickedness so that they may be judged at the very end of it all, was a calling that they did well. Among that, though, was the tendency to force pacts upon said beings after their defeat or so that they could save their own hides. ‘You have one of two choices,’ the Founder had said. ‘You may forsake your wicked ways and avoid the jaws of Ammit just a little longer by servitude, or you may go and meet with your judgement now without mercy. The decision is yours.’ Most always chose to bow their heads, fearful for their own demises and hungry to continue living even if it meant that they were leashed and bound to their pact holder, most chose this path. It was the wise choice to make, it was said…though such may be questionable to others.
One would almost compare this shared pact to a demon’s contract, but what would be silly, wouldn’t it? After all, this was for the sake of protecting humanity in the name of the divine. Besides, at the end of it all...The greater number of the pacts one has, the more powerful they were, the greater their abilities and the greater their threat if they ever shifted their desires from ‘protecting’ to giving into the temptation for power for power’s sake. As ambitious as Ozymandias was, he would never place a toe over that particular line. Just a little bit near it. He would aid others, defeat the evil that lurked in the darkness awaiting with drooling maw, but…he would also gain much from it for himself as well. With each new growing generation , this too became a mindset that many began to share, so why not take advantage of this? Don’t worry, he will save you and your family from the monsters in the forest or hiding in the alleyways on a moonlit night. Unlike the others, his family has most ancient history. So, no worries. You can meet the day with a sigh of a relief knowing he is there.
For a price, naturally.]
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j0celynh0rr0r · 3 months ago
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Burn them all
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lil-vibes · 14 days ago
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Day 17: Corrupted
Previous/Next
(prompt list here!) + lineart again bc i liked it
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classical-bluess · 1 year ago
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The MHA Spider-verse AU I couldn't stop thinking about featuring grumpy sweatpants All Might trapped in Izuku's dimension
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This version of All Might wasn't planning on having a successor so he never met Izuku but now he's stuck in a dimension with a student without his teacher I've thought about this 🤚
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mikesapienza · 1 year ago
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My “Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse” poster.
Now available in my shop:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MikeSapienzaDesigns
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moralesfilms · 3 months ago
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friendly reminder that, in miles’ universe, 2pac is called 3pac and aaron was a fan
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softemoheart · 5 months ago
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S0me cds i f0und recently (2nd hand!) x3
Can’t wait t0 play them 0n my p0rtable cd player *_*
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pileojunk · 1 month ago
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I’ve been super sick the past couple days so it took me ages to finish this but man I miss him :(
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technically-human · 10 days ago
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In the reverse AU, when they escape from Hell, would they be trapped in the room of Lust? And if so, who would be the one trapped? I feel like the actions within the room of Lust carry a lot of symbolic meaning, so I'm really curious about your thoughts!
Oh, what happened in Lust is DEFINITELY meaningful. For the reverse verse, I feel like the one who the damned try to drag down is still Edwin.
Charles feels absolutely no guilt over his desires. I think, if anything, he considers he gets a free pass to sin as he pleases since he was already wrongfully condemned to Hell. He just discovered he's in love with his best mate, but that just makes him feel good.
(And he did tell Edwin, but that was more of an impulsive action. I don't think he would want to pursue anything because he still considers himself dangerous, and just like he hasn't flirted with any girls since he got out of Hell, he will not flirt with Edwin now, but that's an issue for another day)
Edwin knows he's attracted to boys and he feels terrible about it. He knows, I think, that he's also attracted to Charles. There's a lot of guilt there, and he mostly pretends those feelings aren't there... But there's no fooling the souls of the damned, unfortunately. So they will try to keep him there.
I think the scene will play similarly to the show one, except Edwin will use his weapon here, probably curse more, and he will be holding Charles' hand the whole time because Charles loves physical contact and he needs it right now.
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jimzittos · 4 months ago
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ıllı 𝒮pider koo ? ू♡⃝ 🕸️
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ㅤ ㅤ@soulari ㅤㅤ── ㅤㅤWeb Fluid Version 3.ol⠀⊹
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unauthorized-output · 8 months ago
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Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses scans from the cd cover and insert
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ardenssolis · 2 years ago
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@caemthe​ said (inbox):
[ conall ] The last time he had seen Ozymandias had been when they were being dragged away while he stood on the balcony where the king of Kemet used to give public speeches. He was panting heavily, covered in blood that wasn't his, holding the severed head of the betrayed monarch, the armies underneath roaring their victory. Deafening, the adrenaline ran through his body and made everything feel surreal like he was out of his body... as if all moved at a slower speed. At his right, just entering the palace's gates, was the pleased smile of King Conchobar. He didn't care for it but, now that he had fulfilled his end of the promise, he expected his Lord to do the same. But when he looked to his left, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at him. The betrayal, the hurt, and the hatred he saw in his lover's eyes... like a coward, he looked away and focused on the crowd and its cry for a macabre show. So he lifted the fallen king's head as high as possible he stepped forward to the edge, booming with a sinister, mocking laughter and following with a short speech to tell the world that the kingdom of Kemet was no more.  
Almost two weeks had passed since then.
In his homeland, in the palace he grew up, he had one last conversation with his king before finally being dismissed. The updates he had received from the servants were more than a little troubling. He changed clothes and left his weapons behind but when he opened the door to the chambers where Ozymandias was restrained, he didn't even get to finish saying "Princess-" before dodging an expensive vase aimed at his head. He looked at the broken pieces for a moment before stepping forward. Whatever object his lover threw at him next, he managed to grab it on time and put it aside. "Ozymandias," He knew he had no right to feel hurt when his lover hissed and acted as if his touch burned them, but... "Love," He finally got to grab their arms to stop them from pulling away from him. "The servants said they had to force-feed you because you refused to eat. Why are you...?" But he already knew the answer to that. "I swear upon my gods, my lord, and my own life that nothing will happen to you here. You're safe now, so... please..."  
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      THERE WOULD NEVER BE enough words to describe how Ozymandias had felt when his father was slain. It was always a possibility with war, but to know it and to see it were not the same thing. None could ever wholly prepare for that sight. It was as if the entire world shattered around him, all sound ceasing… To see a warrior as proud and strong as his father killed like this, and with his head held up as a trophy for all to bear witness too… The pain he had felt was immeasurable. For a moment he had fallen to his knees, forgetting that he was supposed to maintain an image of power no matter the circumstance. Title meant nothing in that instance. All that was left was a grieving son. The shock had been widespread, soldiers who had been fighting ceasing their actions as they too stared in horror at the sight before them. Seti was dead.
     Conchobar didn’t even have the dignity to fight the other king like a warrior should, to show some semblance of respect. Instead, he waved one of his…dogs to do it in his place. The hurt that Ozymandias had felt, that intense sorrow that was so deep that it felt as if you would never pull out, soon began to shift and change. It was as if a spark had ignited in his heart, and from that spark, a wildfire that would burn and burn until nothing was left of who that young prince had been. The intense rage he had was enough to make anyone take a step back, and he had aimed it all in Conall’s direction.
     Look at me, Coward.
     Meet my gaze.
     But rather than do that, the other turned their eyes away from him to the cheering crowd below. Ozymandias had reached to notch his bow and point the tip of his arrow at Conall’s back, fingers tugging back his bowstring with every desire to cut him down, and yet he hesitated. Even in all that black rage nestled so deep as it poisoned his very blood, he still hesitated. Tears of frustration fell down his cheeks, his bow slammed against the ground as he cursed everything, but himself most of all for being so weak.
     Everything that followed felt like a blur. If asked if he recalled anything, he would only be able to give the barest of information. He had been too numb to care about anything, the sorrow so intense that he had just merely wished he could cease to exist if it meant that it would all come to an abrupt halt. His uncle executed and all that held a closeness to crown cut down to further crush the spirit of the people of that land. And yet, the gods in all their cruelty…had decided that he would be the one spared. Servants to that disgusting Conchobar had tried to make things easier for him, but he fought them the entire way as if that spark had ignited once more. He had become more beast than man; a lion forced into a cage with claws lashing out the moment any so much as approached. Food was slapped away onto the floor, and any attempts at approaching him were always met with violence and curses.
     It had reached a point that even they became anxious of coming anywhere within his vicinity, many opting to keep their distance as they attempted to tidy up the room or bring him nourishments – none of which he took to. When it looked as if he would rather starve, they had tried to get him to eat, but oh what a challenge that had been. The moment the door opened, Ozymandias was quick to hurl a vase at the door, missing by an inch as it shattered nearby, but not upon its target like he had hoped. Without skipping a beat, he had reached for another item he could use, but was grabbed and prevent from doing further damage. ❝Do not touch me!❞ he screamed, attempting to pull himself away from Conall’s firm grip without much success. ❝You have no right to call me by name any longer!❞ ‘Love’ most especially. That word used to fill his heart with warmth, but instead Conall might as well have plunged an actual dagger into his heart with its utterance. Oh if only it was a real one! Then he could be free of this hell he was trapped in surrounded by people he would rather see destroyed and a king he wished to rip apart with his own bare hands. 
     If he could grab and bow and shoot Conchobar right in the soft tissue of his eye before being cut down, he could die with all the pride that made up the throne he had been prepared to sit upon. ❝If you had really loved me, you would have pointed your blade at me too knowing what fate would befall a kingdom once its king was gone.❞ Not allowed Ozymandias to be some trophy to be paraded around like a cowed and beaten stallion; pitied or quietly mocked as the ‘defeated’. At their words about nothing happening to him, he laughed and laughed, bitter and cold as it filled that room. He had ceased attempting to pull away, but not because he had suddenly decided to change his mind in concerns to the other’s hold. ❝You are delusional if you think that is what I want!❞ He paused quickly after that proclamation, eerily silent before eyes bore into Conall’s once more. ❝They were right about you wolves…never let them in the door. Their fangs will eventually find your neck in your sleep.❞ But Conall wasn’t even brave enough to do that! To think that Ozymandias had admired his strength once��but this wasn’t strength. It was just as cowardly as the moment Conall had torn his gaze away from Ozymandias’ weeks ago.
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j0celynh0rr0r · 2 months ago
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witchinatree · 7 months ago
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vaguely mentioned this in my recap but those things are long and just me live-blogging
celia is the ONLY tea drinker in the OIAR, everyone else drinks coffee
i think this goes on the list of evidence for why she's from the TMA universe
the magnus institute was tea centered, it was martin's whole thing and all of them drank tea
actually, elias drank coffee didn't he? sorry vaguely off topic but he had coffee when melanie poisoned him. i wonder if that's also symbolic of him not belonging either, he was out of place because his ass was not elias. that's DEFINITELY a reach but it's interesting
the OIAR is coffee centered, but celia drinks tea, because she does not belong there, she's from Somewhere Else
very interesting to use the drinks as symbolism, unless i'm reaching
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mrblank-0 · 5 months ago
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Fused!Verse Fan-Art of Corruption!Sans
Art made by @loxleyo7
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Corruption!Sans, The Fusion of Error, Pestilence!Sans, and Virus!Sans
Error by @loverofpiggies
Pestilence!Sans @hoshi-tsubasa
Virus!Sans @infectionstale / @universecipher
Original Design For Corruption!Sans were made by
Eric Micheal
You can find more info about Fused!Verse at @theauthor0
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cherrylired · 10 days ago
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🕷 ˗ˏˋKINICH SPIDERMAN AUˎˊ˗ 🕷
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This is just a little interest check, depending how everyone likes it I’ll continue or not.. Couldn’t get spider kinich out of my mind SO I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING DOWN RAAAHHH, kinda kinich‘s first day as spiderman, but from readers pov!! pls enjoy :P
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It was yet another normal day. You watch the buzzing streets as you walked to your rather boring accounting job. Never truly what was planned for your life but it pays. Days felt the same, monochrome as ever. Going to work at 8:30, coming home at 7pm, staying home and doing nothing with whats left of the day. It came to a point where you were yearning change, something drastic that would make everything polychrome.
You make your way into a quiet side street, where a bunch of small offices made their home. You get out your keys to the building, sighing. ‘Another week of this-‘, your thoughts were cut off by a loud bang behind you.
You jolt up, covering your ears and turning to the origin of the crash sound. Your eyes widen as you see a parked car, completely crushed, loose parts laying around it. Some missed you by just a few inches. Hands trembling, you freeze as a beast-like creature emerges from the car wreck. Heart beat quickens, everything in your body tells you to run, but nothing is moving.
The beast detects you, and immediately goes your way, grunting. “This is the way i die…”, you mumble to yourself, still unable to move a muscle.The creature quickens its pace, charging toward you. Squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head is the only thing you can do. Suddenly you feel an arm around you, pulling you away. The beasts growl faded, while the whistle of the wind grew louder. Eyes still shut, you decided to slowly open them.
You were flying? ‘Am I dead?’, you thought to yourself.
Looking to your right, a masked person is holding you. The mask has huge white eyes, contrasting their black suit. A spider symbol graces their chest while you notice the green web detailing all around. And all that was supporting you guys was.. a string? Before you could react, the person landed on a rooftop and slowly let you go. “Are you ok?”, a rather monotone, male sounding voice asked you. You are only able to nod in response, feeling like you’re in some kind of fever dream.
His big white eyes narrowed; looked like he was smiling? “Good to hear, i kinda have to go, you know.. uhm.. monster waiting for me..”, he moved awkwardly, as he took small steps away from you. He shot a web out of his wrist, ready to swing off.
“Wait! Who are you??”, you managed to finally say something.
“…”, you were met with a brief silence while he tilted his head, clearly in thoughts. “Uhm.. spiderman..”, he says, almost uncertain if he liked the name or not. He kept his web out, awkwardly holding his arm up. “Hey uhm.. my arm’s kind of starting to hurt, you’re fine right..? I have to catch that thing, you know..” he pointed at his arm, then down, where u saw the beast roaming around.
“Oh yeah.. yeah totally..!!” You nod waving him off. He smiles at you again, then swings off without another word.
“Spiderman?” You mumble as you watch him leave.
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