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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.]
#RATTLES MY BARS#okay tucking this in my verses for the future one day FSDJFDSF#;v: do not fear the eyes in the dark#;;au (hunter)#;;alternate verse
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i wrote a shitton of draft outlines and notes for a bunch of things i owe, hell yeah
#>> ooc#also just jotted down ideas for all of these prompts i keep collecting#had friend over and did some social drinking so this is my way of writing drunk and eventually editing sober#i was so tempted to actually write but i dont trust myself lmaaaaaao#this weekend is packed and monday is raid night so#im not going to get quality time to write until tuesday#rattles my bars#i just wanna write more
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My motivation to finish my studio work rn is for me to have the time to be extremely homosexual (be a cringe fanfic writer)
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[I'm going to go feral when M.asquerade of the Guilty comes out in G.e Impact.]
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[Me appearing out of nowhere with no warning: I want to know what Ino was going to say to [redacted] about [redacted] in the newer chapters.]
#RATTLES MY BARS#I NEED TO KNOW#;ooc jabber#anyway I am here kinda sorta#I lose track of time during weekdays kfdhsfss
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sometimes i think Peter and MJ are boring and then other times i think about how many iterations of them have been written in love and how many YEARS theyve been written in love and i have to bite my knuckle and fight back the tears
#i was just thinking about that scene in the first spiderverse where peter says mj and is like dumbstruck#rattles my bars#*sees
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estrogen could have saved her
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"Who the fuck are you?"
"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life."
#rattling the bars of my enclosure#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin adam#adam#pariahgif
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Hecate, my beloved.
#hades game#hades 2#hades supergiant#hecate#i love her design so much#not to mention her voice#I cannot WAIT to play this game#rattling the bars of my enclosure#seeing people already playing the technical test is like watching a party you weren't invited to through the window from the outside#hades fanart#fanart
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the silt verses listening experience
#🐉#i listened to the early patreon releases of the episodes but i need to get home and read the transcripts#before ican post any of my thoughts fuck my lifeeeeee#rattling the bars of my cage. I HAVE THEORIES.#the silt verses
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hospital bed crawl
#me and the au that exists nowhere except in my own braincage#(rattling the bars)#the Multiple Lifetimes Long Situationship shall Commence#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#blueberry milk cookie#vanilla milkshake#pureshadow#shadowvanilla#my art#clip studio paint#2024
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@tenkoseiensei said (inbox):
365 days. nine-thousand hours, five hundred thousand minutes, the amount of meaningless time it had taken him to inspire and incite a proper insurrection; to train and fit a sizeable militia, as well as ready their human hearts for whatever might have awaited them. the process could have been considered nothing short of a sprinting miracle to some, if not a testament to underground guiding and gathering talent, but he was more than aware that the careless arrogance of a long-untouched ruler could be a boon to plots and schemes. perhaps the old sun within his ruling quarters had well already heard myriad whispers, yet still cast them aside as impossible and insignificant. there were always whispers, after all, yet so little echo or action beyond them ever since this egypt had been lulled into its endless, unchanging state; the first sin and the first grievance.
in this despot’s lair there were none who would dare to raise a hand against the pharaoh’s likeness, never by themselves. this too had become a boon birthed out of a heavy hand and an iron fist: the lostbelt king’s people were strong, healthy, and righteous, yet never moreso than their ruler himself. such loyal men greet the doppelganger with bewilderment and wonder, a startling sensation that perhaps they too had even forgotten amongst themselves. presiding day after day with little conflict outside the temples and palaces, adhering to duty despite a lack of need for it until they grew old and died, allowing the next human sheaf of wheat to take their place--- was this not a curious difference? in their lives, and their lives only? the peasant-regent glows in a way that refracts like starlight off of his eyes and his ornaments. certainly, this was ozymandias, albeit natal-formed, a stranger to any who could not place his vigorous fires or his self-confident passions, a torch carried in the heart as his hand gripped his staff while he marched into what place he should have never even left.
his people; his country. the abandoned, the ignored, those left to gather dust and die, each and every life a leftover claimed as his very own treasure; those who were willing to do battle, and kill any fellow man, if not be killed themselves to prove their ideals. such individuals follow behind him in a brave line, yet the intimidating pilgrimage turns out a peaceful one, at least upon entry. new approaches old and to any hard, stony visage, the doppelganger presents a twinkling, soft-humored expression. he stands before the other haughty and unquaking, unbending, unyielding; the first in perhaps decades or centuries. all to shift into a grandiose silence as footsteps scuffed against the floor and members gathered, both sides waiting. within his mind, there’s nothing but the other’s memories and a purpose. he thus announces it clearly.
‘ --- we have come to voice our discontent. ‘
WORD OF A DOPPELGANGER had reached Ozymandias, and yet he had paid it no heed. There were always those who tried to plot to usurp him from his proper place upon this gilded throne – ungrateful fools all. However, he could be kind, he could be merciful, and thus did he forgive their trespasses against him. Those who became too emboldened were annihilated, village and all to remind others of how grateful they should be for all that he had done for them over the countless, countless years. However, even so, they too were forgiven upon their deaths, for such was the nature of the ever radiant, eternal king of this never-ending kingdom. Eyes closed, his cheek rested upon closed fist, mind going over the potential of that ‘Savior of Humanity’ coming to his beloved Lostbelt and attempting to undo all he had worked so hard to preserve. Unlike with his people and how he granted them his continued benevolence, that intruder would be dealt with violently, viciously until there was nothing left of them to signify that a human had existed. Ah…but that was a thought for another day. The other Servants who had been challenged him had been dealt with, so this ‘threat’, if one could call it that, was akin to an ant crawling up one’s leg.
An annoyance and nothing else.
In the end, his Egypt, his Golden Age, would continue to exist and exist until the very end of time itself, and like the perpetual overseer that he was, he would watch it all from high above as he did now; unchanging, order overriding the chaos until only equilibrium remained. The deep growling of a sphinx made him open tired eyes, his gaze slowly moving towards the source of their discontent as the clacking of sandals hit against polished stone with could only signify as purpose. Who would dare intrude upon him like this without announcement? To approach him without permission was worthy of punishment, and yet, even within the deepness of the apathy he felt, there was a hint of intrigue.
‘We have come to voice our discontent.’
That voice…? That voice…! Sitting up, he looked down to properly address the owner of that voice that sounded so eerily like his own. He had heard rumors that there was someone who resembled him going forth and spreading disorder in his perfect kingdom; however, he had thought nothing of it. Imagine his surprise now to see that the rumors held truth. For the one who stood before him, was himself. Slowly he came to stand, the gold of his eyes almost as intense in their color as the sun that burned above. ❝You dare come before me with this false visage, Pretender? Can you not even recall your own true form amidst the lies? Regardless, you cannot hide yourself in shadows beneath the brilliant sun.❞ The sphinxes that had lounged on either side of his throne came to stand as well, towering in their appearance as they made to step forward, claws unsheathed and ready, yet they did not attack. Not yet, no. Only upon his divine word would they do so. ❝I forgive those foolish enough to have accompanied you here as they are ignorant to your deception, but you…no, there will be no such a thing for you. To take upon the image of a god is to commit the gravest of sins.❞
#tenkoseiensei#;v: empty king#;;lostbelt#;;f.go#answered#;;inbox#;technical queue#[FOAMS AT THE MOUTH#RATTLES MY BARS#SCREECHES]
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Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him
THIS ‼️‼️
adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<
it gets so much worse when he’s underneath you too. like, one hand on your hip with his other arm thrown over his eyes because it’s just too much for him to handle. cheeks all flushed and mouth left agape while he pants and whines and begs and pleads, occasionally dropping in praise after praise because he’s obsessed with how your hips stutter.
and because i’m a switch jason todd truther (!!!!), imagine how flustered he would get when you lean over him and pin his hands above his head? he’s more than capable of breaking free (have you seen his arms, oh my god) but he stays put because he just wants to be good for you ):
“c’mon, jay, tell me what you want. you can do that, can’t you?”
he’d look up at you with hazy eyes and a pleasure-struck expression, gasping when you rolled your hips just right. it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to not buck his hips up into your addictive heat. surely you recognize that. you can see how good he’s being for you, right? won’t you relent a little?
“ah, fuck,” he gives a full-bodied shudder when you giggle at him, “anything, i want anything. please, angel, just use me-”
#i’m promptly going back to my hidey-hole until further notice#if you see this. no you don’t#why can’t he be rEAL#*rattling the bars of my cage*#GIVE HIM TO ME#anyways.#can you tell dom!reader isn’t really my forte#be gentle. please.#. . . katy’s ramblings 🪐#. . . jason todd 💭#. . . dc 💭#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd x reader#jason todd smut#jason todd#. . . my fics 💌#. . . asks 🐚
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ITS PROM, INTREPID HEROES! ASK RAGH ABOUT WHAT HE SAW AT PROM! ASK ABOUT JACE AND PORTER AND ARIANWEN!! INTREPID HEROES!!!
#rattling the bars of my cage during this AP ahdjdkska#ally being like ‘it’s something small he did 3 years ago’ like god they’re so close THEYRE SO CLOSE#if I’m right about this I am going to be fucking INSUFFERABLE and that is a threat#I need to update my lore doc after these episodes#fantasy high#dimension 20#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#dropout#my musings
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WHEN THE SUN IS FALLING
SHOULD I CHASE IT?
#nine sols#nine sols yi#collage cooked real hard with those bars. really hammers that feeling of the end/return#queues this song up for the 150th time#anthro#anthro art#Stuck spending too much time on memes cause the idea came to me in a split second and i had to see it through#The emotions these parts of the song fill me with is. immense#a very “its so over” yet also “its finally over”#edit: Youre all so real. The ancient dream line rattles in my head daily
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This happened in canon btw I was there trust me
#they'd pick the flashiest silly outfit ouughhrhfb I WHERE ARE MY FANFICS AT *RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE*#one piece#uta one piece#uta#buggy#buggy one piece#shanks#red haired shanks#shanks one piece#shuggy#back at my shuggy posting I'm not sorry and it will happen again#old men yaoi so good you make up stories in your mind where they adopt a daughter and live the mundane domestic life together..#shanks x buggy#buggy the clown#artfitto
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