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#Angela uwu
bapydemonprincess · 3 months
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GO FOR IT, MEY RIN! 💕💕💕
The Sim where you help Mey Rin get with ...EVERYONE SHE HAS A CRUSH ON!!! ...And remember, she's bisexual, so there's quite a few~
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journalbye · 2 years
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a burnt child loves the fire.
[commissions open - my ig]
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hydrasaura · 4 months
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Mercy, girl. GET A GRIP
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oml she sounds like she's about to have a mental break down 😭
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enclovir · 1 year
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CONTINUATION WITH:    @zieltogen​    ,    ...  "ah, thank you, doctor ziegler. the tie always gets undone first during a fight."
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she chuckles, a temperate sound falling from her lips with a sweetened breath  ──────  as delicate fingertips adjust the knot of his tie and trickle down the length of satiny fabric. there is a comfortable silence that settles between them, the tender scratch of her nails dragging along its surface filling the space before dusky hues could dare a glance, and her smile to sweeten  ― fingers lifting to cup the supple curve of his cheek. gentle and nurturing.     ❝  there.  ❞    eyes crinkle as her smile blossoms into a grin,     ❝  all better.  ❞    another chuckle and she pulls her touch away, masked cheek left with the bitter reminder of her touch, still lingering within its fiber, her fingers now smoothing over a temple...     ❝  ──────  now, besides the tie  ― how are you feeling? any headaches today?  ❞    
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artaemisia · 1 year
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@lunaerising as moira says, "look at this. this is beautiful!"
angela is close to tears with excitement and relief. seeing her life's work coming to life right in front of her is beyond her wildest dreams. for years she has poured over this research, finetuning and rewriting and scrapping the framework. now, here she is, watching it come to fruition right before her eyes.
she laughs—loud and exuberant—before a hand claps over her mouth briefly. turning to moira, the tears she was worried about line her eyes, but they don't yet fall. she doesn't even think as she leans up to press her lips to moira's, struck by the impulsivity of her sleep-deprived adrenaline high.
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hs-killjam · 6 months
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y'all you have not lived until you're chatting with an ai bot that is the task 141 from COD and be an experimented cat girl they found and need to protect. Also getting fucked by Ghost.
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earthnashes · 1 year
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"By the moon we glide under, I despise you, Detective," Demona hisses, hefting the woman up by the wrists as if she weighed nothing. She yanks her close and bares her teeth in clear threat.
"Thank whatever gods you pray to I value my daughter's wishes. Otherwise, you'd be gutted like a fish by now."  
"Yet after all this time I'm still here. Alive... with barely a scratch on me. Angela has nothing to do with that, now does she?" Elisa hums, and Demona visibly bristles. The gargoyle can strike fear in the hearts of the coldest opponents-- has done so countless times in her pseudo immortal life-- but the detective was never among them.
The oddity of a human meets her piercing eyes without flinching. She does nothing to try and escape her grasp, simply allows herself to hang. By all accounts, helpless, but she looks as smug as she's ever been, trying (and failing) to hide the smirk curling across her lips.  
"If I didn't know any better, Demona," Elisa purrs, her voice is dripping with amusement, "I'd think you liked me-"
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Haha whoops. :)
So I legit wasn’t gonna post this outside my patreon yet because I still have no concrete ideas, but I’m pretty proud of how it came out honestly. So here ya go. owo
I wanna do a Gargoyles AU, but like I said, no concrete ideas yet, largely because I need to rewatch the show (it’s been years since I’ve last seen it). But the basic idea I have so far explores the possibility of Demona’s redemption. One that is rocky and hard, but from what I remember she actually has the capacity to be redeemed, if she let her pride and anger go for literally like, three seconds.
As such this takes place after a piece I’m currently working on, so that one should give some more context. Until then though, enjoy a grumpy Demona and a smug, kinda flirty Elisa. uwu
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agender-witchery · 9 months
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It hurts
After talking with people in discord for the week that this has been going on, I think my feelings on the Project Moon situation are just. Like, this was a company I felt was "safe". Obviously corporations are not your friends, but this was a studio that consistently pushed out games with progressive - and at times even radical - messaging. This was a studio that has consistently written solid characters with gender as an absolute afterthought. Emma is a boy! Harold is a girl! That's how little gender matters, which, ironically, is something that matters.
I can't think of another franchise I've engaged with that just... writes women as people. I've heard George R.R. Martin is like that, but I never engaged with the TV series that introduced the US to the concept of filler or the book series it was based on. I'm gonna gloss over Lobotomy Corporation a bit here because the story only has 13 characters, but 12 of them return for Library of Ruina. In Ruina you have Binah, Angela, Nikolai, and Elena as assertive women that take control of the situations they're in. You have passive uwu smol beans like Hod and Eileen! You have characters who are war criminals and that's not a mark of a villain, that's just a part of their backstory! Some of the women here have just Done Crimes! One of the women IS a crime! And men are treated the same! There are characters with traumas and behavioral disorders who act like real people would! Lesti saw the aftermath of Love Town and started talking about food! Beef intestine no less! Philip saw his colleagues get murdered and physically manifested a mental breakdown! Xiao saw her husband get murdered and physically manifested literal burning rage!
All of the writing has been good! All of it! And it has consistently written women in a way that is flat out rare, even in 2023. And Limbus has been doing the same! Outis is assertive! Ryoshu is assertive! Hermann is assertive! Don is an idiot and Faust refuses to talk half the time! Heathcliff is assertive! Meursault is assertive! Gubo is assertive! Hong Lu is an idiot and Sinclair is/was a pathetic sop! Across the board, the character writing is just GOOD. As Lobotomy Corporation progresses, Ayin's shitty behavior becomes more and more apparent! And that all culminates with Angela being tossed aside like garbage once she's no longer useful to him, as you hear her desperate wishes to just be seen!
All of that, or at least most of that, was Kim Ji-hoon. But Kim Ji-hoon is also the person who hastily fired VellMori at 11 PM, over the phone, while he was out of office in Japan, because some incels accused his company of being sympathetic to feminists in 2023.
And it fuckin hurts that the source of those stories, the stories that I just spent three paragraphs praising, the stories that are so important to me, could turn heel in half a second like that. As if he was writing completely different stories than the ones I've been reading. And I hate that? I hate that. Because there isn't a replacement! I don't get Grandma War Crimes and Dumbass Justice Enactor in other stories! Like, maybe some will come close, maybe some will have the same exact character somewhere, but never all of it together. Never written as amazingly as the City is.
So it hurts. And the silence is loud.
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kirvia · 11 months
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Hey Angela! (Screaming wetly) (screaming darkly) (clawing eyes) (agonized yell) (crawling) (crawling on all fours) (tearing Nate min apart limb by limb) (wretched yell) (inhuman growl) (gurgling) (choking) (reminiscing Nate) (falling dead in front of you)
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woahh wu wuehh weuhhh wau uwu WAHHH wueuhh eghuu annuu uhahskdj, jlk123 kl1 j23lk jlkjkl
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bapydemonprincess · 1 year
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You know Mey Rin and Grelle have gone bonkers over horror movies together
Whether in general hyping each other up for whats about to happen
Going feral over the killer whether male or female together
Criticizing all the lamer weaker characters that definitely do not survive together
Debating the mysteries in the plot if they’ve never seen the movie before and trying to figure out who is doing shit
On occasion also cuddling and holding each other tight during emotional moments 💕💕💕
Grelle openly revealing in certain scenarios certain things do freak her out and make her jump and Mey Rin IMMEDIATELY comforting her 💕💕💕💕
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serentiydraw5678 · 7 months
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌
aww Ty
@tsutsuji-mystic @loki104-uwu @pony-central @angela-the-fox @untitled14360 @flamy-t @rookie-choco @laceresadelpastel @anonymous123maybe @meow70-marsmalow @honeysworld25 @2laffy2
(you are nice to of course ^^)
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drpeppertummy · 4 months
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Could we possibly have juicy writing from your a-z stuffing with Leon? uwu♡♡♡♡
ok this turned out so uneventful but i wanted to Not give him a killer tummyache for once😭😭😭 anyways Thank U 4 This i love using leon hes my friend
[stuffing, brief allusions to alcoholism & unhealthy body image]
Leon scooped the pile of freshly chopped strawberries into his hand and dropped them into the bowl. More than a few of them had disappeared into his tummy before the process was through, but that was alright; there was more than enough for the fruit salad. Humming softly to himself, he fished a couple apples out of the bag and began peeling them.
Shel and Angela were coming over later that day. It wasn't an out-of-the-ordinary plan; the three of them were always palling around at one of their houses, but Leon had decided on a whim to make a fruit salad for the occasion. He'd gone out and bought a variety of fruits: apples, bananas, grapes, berries, kiwis, even a quarter of a watermelon. As he'd shopped, he'd found himself feeling excited at the thought of making the salad. It wasn't often that Leon really prepared anything in the kitchen beyond frozen dinners, having little energy or motivation to care for himself these days, but now, as he stood at the counter chopping the fruit, he felt good.
As he chopped, it also began to dawn on Leon just how infrequently he made fresh fruit a part of his diet. He lived mostly on beer, cold pizza, and quick microwaveable meals--in that order--the exceptions being the times Shel dragged him out for some proper food. Good vegetables were rare, and good fruit was even rarer. He sliced up the apples and ate a slice before going across to dice the rest. Then, he ate a couple of the cubes before tossing the rest into the bowl.
Leon went on like this as he chopped. He knew he'd gone overboard at the store; if every bit of fruit went into the salad, it would be too much for the three of them to go through. Therefore, he reasoned, it was perfectly fine to nibble as he went. He did, after all, have to make sure it tasted good. He began peeling the kiwis, and, realizing he'd bought too many, ate a whole one while he chopped the rest. He moved on to the grapes, carefully plucking them from their stems and periodically popping one or two into his mouth as he put the rest in the bowl. He ate a good number of blueberries while he sifted through them to remove the bad ones, and a handful of banana slices as well.
Leon began to feel full about halfway through this process, but the allure of the fruit was irresistible, and by the time he got to the watermelon, he was feeling a little stuffed. He unwrapped the hunk of watermelon and began cutting it up. In spite of his full tummy, he couldn't resist eating a little piece as he chopped. And then another. And another still. It was a good-sized piece of melon, and by the time Leon was done dicing it up, even without the pieces he'd eaten, there was far too much for the salad. He added enough to make it look proportionate, then pondered the little pile of melon cubes left on his cutting board. His belly felt taut and bloated, but it didn't ache, and despite how full he felt, the melon was still immensely alluring. He supposed it couldn't hurt to eat a little.
He made it about halfway through the melon chunks before realizing just how stuffed he felt. What made him realize this was his tightly rounded-out belly bumping against the counter. He looked down, surprised. He'd started this task on a nearly-empty stomach, and while his tummy hadn't exactly been flat, it certainly hadn't been poking out as far as it was now. He felt a little silly for having eaten so much, but he didn't feel as bad as he would've had it been greasy takeout or one of his other usuals; at least fruit was healthy, and it sat easier in his stomach than a bunch of cold pizza or a big pork roll sandwich. Still, he was beyond full now, and his belly felt tight and stretched.
Leon turned away to find something to put the remaining melon in, then hesitated. He looked back at the cutting board. He'd eaten enough of it that there was only a tiny bit left, and it seemed silly to dirty up a container just for a few chunks of fruit. He supposed he could toss them in with the rest of the salad, but there was already so much watermelon in the bowl; he didn't want it to crowd out all the other fruit. He placed a hand on his tummy. It was round and firm, bulging out and pulling the soft fabric of his T-shirt taut. After a moment of hemming and hawing, Leon finally gave in and ate the last of the melon.
Finishing off the melon may have been a mistake, but it wasn't a bad one. His tummy felt drum-tight now, stuffed just about to its limit and sitting right on the brink of discomfort, but it didn't hurt. Resting one hand on it, he put a lid on the salad and stuck it in the fridge. He set the cutting board in the sink and nearly left it there, but, visions of ants in his mind, decided to wash it. His belly pressed against the counter as he did, and despite his best efforts, his shirt was wet by the time he finished.
Not caring at all for the chilly damp fabric clinging to him, Leon headed to his room to change his shirt. He tried not to look at his reflection as he pulled off the wet one, but he caught a quick glimpse of himself before turning away from the mirror and was shocked at how far his belly stuck out. He didn't think he'd eaten all that much, but he supposed all the here-and-there bites had to add up eventually. He threw on a soft sweater that he'd had for decades. It was a little worn out, but it was loose and comfortable, and he hoped it might conceal his distended tummy a little more than the snug T-shirt had.
With the salad made, the kitchen in order, and a fresh dry outfit, Leon returned to the living room. It was a little after noon; Angela and Shel would be over within the hour. He would almost certainly be too full to eat any of the fruit salad himself, but that would be alright. He'd eaten plenty of fruit for one day, and he could enjoy his share of it later. Ready for a break, Leon sat down on the couch, stretched a bit, then leaned back and settled into the cushion, hands resting comfortably on his full belly.
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poppyfamily · 3 months
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First and Last Lines
rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.
(I don't have ten fics yet but I will just answer for all I have I guess)
Tagged by @baflegacy (tysm uwu), tagging @unknownteapot @feral-teeth (if y'all haven't been tagged yet!!!)
the joy of knowing you
first line: It’s different, she thinks, when Angela joins Smosh.
last line: She doesn’t know where this will go next, but she’s content right here and right now. And that’s all that matters.
something more than restless mornings
first line: Sometimes, Angela resents the fact that she loves Amanda so much
last line: It's the sound of a promise. The promise of tomorrows with Amanda that this time she gets to keep.
days are only footprints in the snow
first line: She comes home one night to Chanse finishing up a freshly cooked meal. He hands her a plate of food.
last line: It's the best sleep she's had in a while.
the hermit (part 1 of all kinds of magic)
first line: Everyday, before she has her coffee, Amanda pulls a Tarot card.
last line: And the truth about who Angela is? She is bold, wild, and beautiful.
the untitled new york/toilet girl thing i did here on tumblr bc why not
first line: When Arasha declines her proposal, Angela is mortified.
last line: Surely, this has to be it. Surely, this has to be real.
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Regarding my Angela ask:
I'm not saying that it's bad that you like her but I've seen multiple people pretend she's an innocent little uwu bean or that she was in the right or did nothing wrong
🔍
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I wish there was Ada in the Degeneration movie, but what we got is Angela and Claire. That's why I don't like that movie at all
degeneration was one of the worst cgi films imo and i feel bad because i feel like paul mercier's performance was extremely stilted in the movie. i think maybe he was so forced into the script and so every single line just feels like he's a cardboard cut out
the animation is horrible, the script is boring and it's just such a write off
angela WAS SO WEIRDLY strong independent woman but oh no i am also petite and uwu i wanna go on date??? which i think was 100% because the director there just like FUCKIN HATED AEON so he wrote that weird cpr scene. (that director fucked off though and now he just does like mobile games or something)
claire was okay in it, at least she was animated well.
but yeah i seriously ignore this entire movie lmao
i feel like the "potential" ada addition in degeneration would've been the same as like death island (if it happened.) i don't think ada would've fixed anything or made it better really and i would rather her be used in more useful plots and stories lol.
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skylerlife-gc · 1 year
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My designs of the sons of Puss in Boots and Kitty soft paws 🧡🖤😸. below I share with you my creative process and some curiosities
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Ricardo in the Germanic language means "the strong and brave king". This name has enormous popularity throughout Europe. It characterizes people with a strong personality and who show a demanding character towards others. The type of hat he wears is called Federal the same as Michael Jackson's ;V AU!. It is a calico cat, usually females but there are calico males, they are few but they exist.
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Angela, I just thought it was a cute and appropriate name for how particularly cute I wanted them to look UwU. I had a cat and when she had kittens unlike what you would think I saw few cats exactly like the mother. Chromatically relatable but not the same. So I made a brown cat which would be a reddish shade of the black which indirectly mixes both coats🧡🖤. The purple scarf I put it to indicate elegance in the character. Since besides the apparent bow tie, purple is a color that can be associated with elegance.
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Celia, the origins of the name Celia are Latin. It is a name whose meaning is "celestial woman" and has a strong symbolism of strength and positivism. Ideal for sincere people who always act as they think and have a strong sense of honor. An energetic and cheerful name. The design is inspired by my Cat ♥️ Tony Stark Symbol. Tony Stark in honor of the fallen :'v And Symbol derived from "sin-bolas" because we neutered him xD so he would stop street fighting. And in fact it's my sister's but I want it too 🥺🥰♥️ it's also inspired by the costume is inspired by "the legend of the Zorro".
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