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You know what, Sun is inner city/the "bad" part of town kid coded and now that I said that I have words for the people that keep refusing to be normal about him.
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72graves · 1 year
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thinking about how arthur shoved a dagger into his own throat to save john from the king because john's his friend and he loves him. and then when arthur finally collapses beneath all of that pain and grief and guilt he's carried for years john saves him from being buried and then saves his life in the mines and arthur believes it's because john feels the same. they're friends and they love each other so of course. of course you would do anything to save the one you love.
so he trusts him. he trusts him all the way to new york and doesn't think for a moment that there could be something amiss. that john, his best friend who killed the last person he loved and whom he himself almost willingly died for, is lying to him. again.
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eve-pie · 11 days
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Welcome home pride!
(day five for welcome home OCs)
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Why Vinyl is aroace and intersex!
Inkurali...well uh inky doesn't believe in consistency or labels or just about anything her gender is mix and matched just like they're personality
Last minute edit! Slimy is pansexual and his happily married to Bonnie
Yay Vinyl redesign and Slimy's isn't done but is being worked on
I would've added Shmeji seeing as he's Inky's boyfriend but I'm lazy he'll be featured with Toasty
Until then show your pride! And wave up high!!💐
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mademoiselle-cookie · 2 months
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Warning: Spoilers and mentions of SA
People who say that the scene where Zhenya (the top) rapes Taekjoo (the bottom and hero of the story) comes out of nowhere makes me laugh. Too shocking in a pinch, each to their own sensitivity, but came out of nowhere?
Since the beginning, Zhenya has:
tried to kill Taekjoo multiple times
ripped off someone's jaw with the strength of his hands just because
sexually assaulted Taekjoo TWICE
sexually harassed him several times
Not to mention that Taekjoo has already been sexually assaulted twice by other men too (at least they tried).
Needless to say, it doesn't come out of nowhere. It even makes perfect sense for the universe and the characters.
What amazes me is that someone went this far in reading to say that now it's nonsense.
Zhenya. is. crazy.
We've known it from the start, he doesn't hide it. It is even described as a nuclear bomb.
Their first meeting already sets the tone: after having escaped death several times in less than an hour (because of men sent by Zhenya), having seen someone have their eyes pushed into their sockets until death, Taekjoo is immediately overpowered by Zhenya who tears off his shirt (leaving him half naked) and handcuffs him to a railing.
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luvuomi · 2 months
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i’ll keep my thoughts on arle’s story quest to myself for now to avoid spoiling it for moots on here but all i can say is … it was amazing and i cried
in other news: your girl is officially an arlechinno and lyney haver🤭
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neteyammeowmeow · 5 months
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Back with Neteyammeowmeow's Ninjago.. My version of Morro is the really petty 3in one figure that's between the reluctant uncle, brother, or teacher (he was all forced into the situation) and he's basically like if Scaramouche, Xiao (both from Genshin Impact), and Miguel O'Hara from the Spiderverse movie, were all one singular character.
He is also Chindo and he makes fun of anyone that's unable to eat spicy food and calls them tasteless. He did not choose to be part of the Ninja, but the found family disease got his ass. Now he's stuck with them for the rest of his life.
Also he has an old soul and finds solace within the sound of the flute. He's like those characters that mask their truth behind a facade of snarkness. He's afraid of the breeze and storms because it reminds him of his past.
He's very much practically Lloyd's older sibling but they have problems that drastically need to be talked about (COUGHlikeragbrosCOUGH)
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monards · 5 months
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ii appreciate how everyone mutually agreed with no argument that alice has blonde hair
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start putting this old man in dresses or ELSE!
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usarinnpa · 2 years
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tihnking about how octarian soldiers do ntot eve n have the comfort of their bones to be remembered by ........ ok .
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m0e-ru · 2 years
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if marie was actually significant in ultimax she would come up to adachi have him summon his persona and drag magatsu izanagi by the headband and slam it against kagutsuchi 🎉 the end
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I mean… technically yes but also. He still chose to approach Shido (and he had to have an inkling of the kinds of things he'd be asked to do) and like. I very much sympathize with Akechi and I get why he did all that, but he still did all that. He still decided: yes, I am going to murder/injure hundreds of innocent people. And not feel bad about it. He seems to enjoy it, frankly. This is actually one of the things that annoys me most about the game, is that none of the Thieves seem to really acknowledge any of the Things Akechi Did.
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nessa-writes-stuff · 2 years
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Im almost finished thank goodness, this has taken way too long
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iron-sides · 17 days
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ohh im so married to the wulfwynn dog motif but OUGH...... falconry motif......
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luvuomi · 2 months
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an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:
Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.
However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.
Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.
Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.
Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.
Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.
They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.
All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.
Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.
Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.
It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.
Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.
“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?
Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”
“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”
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istanbulite · 24 days
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Today I offer a new blorbo of mine who reminds me of a much older solem sad torian :3
Warhammer 40k :)
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Ooooooooo i like it!!!
i didnt know u liked Warhammer40k
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chexmixbaby44 · 10 months
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I see the point that people are making about the infantilization of women in recent trends, but leave girl dinner Alone!!!
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