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that one post thats like "I love when alucard gets thrown in a fight because you just see a blob of black cape and like 50% hair" is really true

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This is emergency commissions, as I will draw anything right now. Currently I need to support my family as only one other family member is working and I wish to help them.

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COMMISSIONS

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HAHAHAHA ur so funny! I love you so much! It all comes around full circle! Hello there mootie!!!💖

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Holy…

I used to read this person’s stuff

Now we are mutuals

@gayaristocrat 🗣️🗣️ HELLO AND THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME

Mutual acquired :>

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Imagine being a spirit that is undercover in a brothel in Street of Silk, and Aemond hears about this and comes to see you for advice

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male!Spirit!Reader

Warnings: brothels, suggestive content, kind of book Aemond, reader has no morals

The Street of Silk has always been the home to the brothels of King's Landing, but, recently something has changed.

Humans, are greedy, and if you offer them one piece of advice or guidance, they will take it like it is the most precious gold in the world. To the people of King's Landing, it is worth more than any golden dragon ever could.

Rumors went around about a certain brothel, saying that if you went in, you would come out better than before. The owner of the brothel was no madame, but rather a man who was so beautiful that even the gods themselves were entranced with his beauty.

Y/n is his name, and every night when the moon was high in the sky, he entertained women and men alike. Behind a curtain of silk, one can only see his silhouette and shadow behind it. Moving like the fabric as whispers were exchanged. No one knew what deals and transactions are made behind the curtains, only those who were lucky enough to get an audience with him may hear his voice speak.

When the Dance of the Dragons started, Prince Aemond was in despair, his emotions ran wild as he no longer knew what to do. Though it was not the guilt of his killing of his nephew, rather of loss of guidance as no one knew what to tell him.

For once, he decided to go to the Street of Silk to visit a brothel to get his mind off things, back to the same one that he visited when Aegon took him when he turned three and ten.

He seeks comfort, yet the madame told him to go the next brothel over, saying they would provide what he needed.

One step into the new brothel, the smell of incense burning hit his nose. The activity was one would expect, entertainers, prostitutes, courtesans, but what caught his eye was the line of people waiting for a specific room. He looked in the direction and he saw in the room covered in silk.

A man of most beauty, long hair, sharp features, and of otherworldly aura and nature. They locked eyes for just a moment before the silk curtains were closed as the beautiful man began his session.

The others in line saw him and some shuffled off to the side, giving his direct access to the room inside.

As he walked up to the curtain, an attendant came to him. "Prince Aemond, do you have an arrangement with our master?"

"I have no need for an arrangement, I seek an audience with him now." His tone was one of command, the attendant stepped aside and guided him in.

When the silks parted, he got a good look of the other side. There is a large round bed, covered in rich colored silks and fabrics. On it sat a man of ethereal beauty, wearing loose clothing that showed off his the upper parts of his chest as it hung loose from his shoulders. In the man's hand held a smoke pipe. The clothing showed off his legs.

The attendants left him be as they went back out through the silks.

"So," The man started. "The little prince has finally come to see me. Seems like I have a new customer." Y/n turned around, allowing the prince to see his face fully.

"Sit." Aemond found himself doing just that.

Y/n took a puff from his pipe before exhaling it. "Now, what is it that you seek, prince?"

"The other brothel told me to come here, saying you would give me what I wanted." Aemond merely stared, his one eye saying that he was serious.

"Heh. Of course they did. However..." Y/n sucked a breath from the pipe and blew it in Aemond's face, getting very close to him. "You hold the scent of such guilt that is destructive." His voice dropped and his eyes changed suddenly.

Aemond was taken back by the proximity.

"Have you come for guidance?" Y/n pulled back, putting one leg over the other.

The prince nodded.

"Mn." Y/n smiled. "Follow." He quickly hopped to his feet and clapped his hands together twice. Two attendants bowed as they led the two a door that was hidden before.

Once they went through, the door was closed behind them. They stood on a disc that flipped over and rose up, the place was lit up by lanterns or some otherworldly light source.

The disc stopped and they were opened to a new area. The place was huge, it was impossible for Aemond to describe, for there were too many things. The walls - they weren't really walls, more like screens that covered walls that led to rooms behind them.

There was a desk in the room, small compared to the rest of the space. Y/n jumped to sit on it. "Tell me what burdens you so." A sly smile made his way to his face.

"I...I killed my nephew. I don't regret that but-"

"No one is willing to tell you if you what to feel, and so you feel lost." Y/n finished for him.

Aemond was surprised that the man knew what he wanted to say, but Y/n just giggled.

"When one is on the brink of righteousness and insanity, does it not just lead you to do the most outlandish things? Perhaps, you did not wish for his death and was provoked, however, the boy no longer breathes." Y/n took a puff from his pipe. "Is that not just a fascinating end to his story?" A laugh escaped the beautiful man's throat.

"You-!" Aemond was about to angered before the next words made him have restraint.

"Young prince, I can help you. However, nothing comes without its price. And with you being a such high value customer, well..." Y/n did not need to finish his sentence for Aemond to receive the meaning behind his words.

"Whatever you want! You want it I'll give it!" The words spilled before he could even comprehend.

Y/n's smile did not leave his face, as he expected from the prince. After all, the man was still human.

The ethereal man inhaled another huff before blowing it back out into Aemond's face again, his face going through it and forcing the close proximity again. "I'll turn you inhuman!" His voice changed to the lower tone again, his eyes changing again as well.

"Inhuman?" Aemond was appalled by the idea.

"Yep," Y/n back away, his form and voice back to normal. "If you become inhuman, you no longer have to deal with such feelings right? Isn't that just great?"

"How would this even happen? How is it possible?" Aemond's words made Y/n laugh.

"There are so many things possible in this world, my prince. You just don't know it. Such things are capable because we are able to make it happen, then, from human to inhuman, from human to demon, we have an interest." Y/n simply said.

A silence followed but Aemond soon made his decision.

"Alright. I'll...take the deal."

"Hm.." Y/n stood on a higher platform. "Deal accepted."

Aemond's world went to darkness after that.

When he woke up, he was on the large round bed back in the brothel. Y/n sat next to him, seated comfortably against the pillows. He didn't feel weak, and the constant heavy emotions and hollow emptiness was gone. He no longer felt, he simply...existed. His body felt cold, the warmth his veins - it felt like he was no longer alive.

"Remember, everything has a price," Y/n turned to face him, looking down at his half asleep figure on the sheets.

"And you have already paid yours."

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Barbatos’s true form

Time Taken: 10 hours+

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The medicine one feels like a DND game

introducing my four year old niece to the concept of "moral dilemmas" by telling her that i'm a monster that eats children and that i know it's wrong but i'm so so so hungry and everything else tastes yucky. i've tried all the human food in the world and it all tastes so yucky i can't even eat it. i can only eat children and i'm so hungry

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Imagine Being Freed From False Gabriel

You find a way to banish Gabriel from your body.

Requested by @weird-addiction

I am back 😀 sry for bothering you

You said a continuation is okay, um remember that Mandela Catalogue fic you did like a year ago or smth (I don’t remember lol) can you do a continuation of that or nah?

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(Author note: I did have this on my mind for sometime. Good to finally get it out)

Continuation of this: Imagine getting possessed...

Warnings: a mental battle with Gabriel, violence, a bit angst, mentions of being at the edge of insanity and finally banishing Gabriel.

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- The journey had taken a toll on you. Resisting Gabriel’s tormenting presence while shielding the hobbits from Sauron’s ever-looming shadow felt like an impossible task. Yet, against all odds, you held on, even if you were on the brink of insanity. 

- There was much an elf could handle, but carrying a curse like this was too much even for you. 

- Frodo and Sam had been good companions to you. Despite the immense weight of their own burdens, they had an uncanny ability to lift your spirits and keep your resolve from faltering. Thanks to them, you had not fallen under Gabriel’s control. 

- You endured many trials during your journey and witnessed many things. You had the unpleasantry of meeting Collum. His appearance was as twisted as his soul, a living reminder of the Ring’s corrupting power. You had heard whispers of him in stories, a being consumed by obsession, and it was clear from the moment he slithered into your path that he coveted the Ring.

- However, despite your mistrust and Sam's outright disdain for him, Frodo chose to show compassion, allowing Gollum to join your group and guide you through the perilous lands corrupted by Sauron’s shadow.

- Collum was an unpleasant company, but you admit he was useful. 

-He seemed afraid of you. You already knew that he despised elves, but it seemed even he was able to sense Gabriel’s malice within you, claiming it was something dark and worse than the dark lord. It was one thing you agreed with him. The malevolent entity within you was a sinister and unrelenting force to be reckoned with, a power that felt potent enough to challenge Sauron himself and take the Ring if given a chance. 

- Gabriel's desire for dominance, for destruction, was palpable, and it mirrored the Dark Lord’s ambitions in a way that made your skin crawl.

- You had managed to keep Gabriel’s foul words out of your ears. However, his presence had made you more prone to anger and violence. This became evident when you and your small group were captured by the rangers of Ithilien and in a heated moment, you threatened and nearly attacked them out of rage. It took all of Frodo’s and Sam’s efforts to calm you down, their soothing words cutting through the fog of fury that clouded your mind.

- The men of Gondor warily watched you afterward as elves were not known to lose their temper like that. It made you feel a pang of guilt. 

- These bursts of anger frightened you and it took some time before you apologized to them and Faramir, their chief. 

- He was understanding enough to grant forgiveness, especially when you told him about your possession problem. 

- When you learned there was going to be an attack on one of their cities, you wanted to lend your aid. It was a high risk as you could lose control in the heat of the battle, but at least you could focus Gabriel’s lust for death upon the orcs. If it helped the men of Gondor in their battle against the orcs, then it was a risk you were willing to take. 

- However, the night of the attack was much more violent than you thought. 

- Orcs were everywhere. You fought alongside the men of Gondor as best as you could. However, there were too many of them. You tried to keep yourself in control, but the anger and despair filled you with an insatiable hunger for violence.

- You were at your breaking point, teetering on the edge as Gabriel’s dark influence reached out to seize control. Just as the malevolent force began to creep over your mind, a brilliant light erupted around you, cutting through the chaos. You felt a warm hand gently cover your eyes, shielding you from the blinding radiance, and a calming presence materialized behind you. The oppressive weight of despair and rage momentarily lifted, leaving you breathless and bewildered.

- “You do not need to fear me,” a voice resonated with calm authority, like the toll of a celestial bell. “I am Archangel Michael. I am here to help you.”

- You felt less fearful of the new creature as you knew what an archangel was, and who Michael was. 

- Michael’s voice was calm yet resolute as he spoke. He explained how he had sensed his brother’s escape into your world and how Gabriel had been tormenting and corrupting you. His words carried no judgment, only understanding. Then, he revealed something that ignited a spark of hope in your heart—there was a way to banish Gabriel back to his realm, to the abyss of darkness where he had originally been confined.

- Skeptical but willing to trust Michael, you asked what you needed to do. Michael then explained that you needed to stand on pure land, utter a prayer, and speak Gabriel’s true name, as it would give you power over him.

- You were then returned to the battlefield. At first, you were confused, but when you heard Michael’s voice urging you to hurry, you asked Faramir where you could find pure land. He promptly instructed you on where to go.

- You quickly made your way there, sensing Gabriel's fury as he realized what was happening. He forcefully tried to take control, but with Michael’s words, your will was strong enough to resist him. In a fit of rage, Gabriel’s presence manifested and killed all the orcs in your vicinity.

- Finally, you found the place. As you stepped onto the pure land, you felt Gabriel separate from you. For the first time, you saw him outside your body, and he was even more terrifying than you could have imagined. His form radiated dark power, and the air seemed to grow heavier around him.

- He preyed on the hobbits and the One Ring. You tried to intervene but with a sudden surge of invisible force, he slammed you against the wall, pinning you there with a crushing weight. As you struggled, his attention shifted back to the hobbits, the gleam in his eyes filled with malice and hunger.

- You met his gaze with newfound determination. You knew exactly what needed to be done to banish him once and for all.

"Your name gives me dominion over you, false angel. And I do know your name," you declared, your voice steady. Gabriel's eyes met yours with anger and arrogance. 

"You are Lucifer!" you shouted, your voice filled with conviction. His eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his features for the first time.

"The devil, the serpent, the king of hell!" you continued, your words dripping with disdain. 

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I condemn you back to the darkness from which you came!" you screamed. 

- As the last syllables left your mouth, Gabriel screamed in agony, his body beginning to crumble and disintegrate into nothingness. His furious cries echoed in the air, but it was too late—his power had shattered, and he was gone.

- You dropped down from the wall and felt something like a heavy bag of rock being lifted from your shoulders.

- As you sat there, breathless from the confrontation, you saw a single white feather drift down, landing softly at your feet.

- "Well done," Michael’s voice echoed in your mind, the warmth of his words washing over you. "Gabriel will never torment you again." His voice faded into silence, leaving behind a sense of calm and security.

- You rejoiced with Frodo and Sam when you told them what had happened, and then wept in relief as you were finally free from the darkness that had tormented you. 

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petition to start calling the bible christian mythology anytime someone starts talking about hellenism like its an ancient dead religion and none exist anymore

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Why did this turn into a thread 🫥

The US right now.

Good job. You pissed off the gods. Every single one of them.

I don’t even live in the States and yet I know this can affect the rest of the world.

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The US right now.

Good job. You pissed off the gods. Every single one of them.

I don’t even live in the States and yet I know this can affect the rest of the world.

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“The original sinner but soon he’ll know.”

Damn right it is.

"The Fruits" by Paris Paloma is so Armand coded.

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You have been booped

Yeah? It’s my first being booped

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He has three things on his to do list.

And he wants done it in that order.

plans

fuck nasty

get blood drained

die

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Eldritch Aegon II

Following up from the Aemond version