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casart · 18 days
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..•Perception Distorted•..
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pillowenvelopchair · 6 months
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My girl has 9 INT. She cannot read but if she believes hard enough she can summon lightning spears from her hands because that makes sense
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gunsatthaphan · 1 year
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“can you remember it?”
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blitzisms · 7 months
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captainderyn · 8 months
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ALSO 22. in a rush of adrenaline for Emeldir/Risha 👀
WHOO Thank you for this one! I am so sorry it took me so long to answer ;--;
They really...really have a complicated relationship at the start. And they really, really have a lotta shit they need to work through. So here's them being not so nice towards each other...*sigh* they're stupid.
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They'd cut it far too close this time.
The Phoenix zipped into hyperspace as it cleared the planet's atmosphere, the hull rattling around them as it picked up speed.
Risha could hear the fussing of sensors coming from deeper within the ship, even as her raging heartbeat threatened to drown it out entirely.
Way too close.
Emeldir was still fetched up against the wall of the airlock where he'd landed after they'd flung themselves inside. He pressed his head back against the metal, mouth moving in a series of what she could only assume were breathless, silent curses.
From the way his chest heaved, it was no surprise any words he spoke were silent.
Her own breath came in short ragged gasps and she swiped away the beading sweat on her forehead with a sharp motion as a sharp spark of anger that flared in her blood. She swore her veins were boiling, even as it reared out of nothing.
"What the hell were you thinking?" She burst out, stalking over towards Emeldir. The young captain jerked to a fully standing position so fast he almost slammed his head into one of the protruding metal struts set into the wall. His eyes blew wide and she knew that startled deer-in-headlights look.
Sometimes it endeared her. Right now it just infuriated her.
"What did I do?" he pushed a hand through his sweaty hair, eyes darting around to everything except her as if the walls and the floors would hold the answers to her ire.
She didn't even have the answers.
He continued, "How was I supposed to know they set off a detonation device for the whole damn sector?"
She jabbed a finger into his chest, glowering up at him, "Exactly, you don't know. You're too young and too inexperienced to be captaining this ship, you're going to get us killed!"
It wasn't fair, not really, he'd proven himself time and time again since getting this ship back that he was capable and he was only a year younger than she was. No one could've known about the hidden trap rigged beneath the sector; she certainly hadn't.
If anyone needed to know better, it was her. And there was nothing she hated more than that oily, tingly feeling of something almost going horribly wrong. Like the pins and needles right after you almost get into a speeder accident.
Control, she needed to rein it back in.
Emeldir was still gaping at her, brows drawing low over his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she burst out before he had the chance.
"You like to think your hot shit because you get to ride on the coattails of Captain Rielay Taqq, but you're nothing without her to go crying back to, you know that? I don't know what bullshit confidence she put into you, but it's going to fuck all of us!"
She didn't know if she wanted him to back down or wanted him to fight back. She wasn't sure what she wanted other than the fact that the roiling, boiling something needed somewhere to go.
Any other time he would've looked like a sad, kicked puppy. But something sparked in him too, an uncharacteristic flintiness overtaking his expression.
"Knock it off, Risha." A growling edge to his words. Anger. She hadn't heard that kind of edge before.
She tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. A savage delight fanned the flames of her adrenaline, a thrill from her careless bluster finally being met, "Or what? You gonna go cry to mommy and daddy on Coruscant? Maybe get Rielay to come get you so you can play star ship captain another day?"
He stalked close enough that she had to tilt her head back to glare at him. He wasn't in her space, not like others she'd pissed off.
"I said quit." Though sharp as a knife, his words were quieter. They weren't snarling at each other across the airlock anymore. He'd brought their conversation in.
She was suddenly very, very, aware of the heat radiating off of him, the singed metal and synth leather smell of his jacket. The way a few sweat laden strands of his hair dropped in front of grey eyes that glared down at her. Hard as blaster metal.
Her heart stuttered a beat. She bared her teeth and repeated, drawing out every letter.
"Or what?"
Maybe if she riled him enough she'd finally snap that stupid, infuriating perfect little Golden Boy personality. Maybe if she chipped away enough she'd find the corroded, rotten core every smuggler seemed to hide under a pretty, gilded exterior.
Something in the quirk of his eyebrow, the way she immediately knew he wouldn't rise to the bait, snapped the tension in her.
She grabbed him by the front of his jacket, yanking him down to her. When their height difference closed enough one hand planted on the back of his neck, fingers curling into his grown-out hair, and crashed their lips together.
A muffled sound of surprise escaped him and he went entirely still.
Then control slipped from her fingers again as his hands found her jaw and slipped up, into her hair and tangling in her carefully done up-do. Pins clattered to the floor, pinging off the wall, and her hair half tumbled down around her shoulders.
It wasn't until her back bumped the wall of the airlock, Emeldir's weight firm against her, his warm all around her, that she realized one hand kept careful guard of the back of her head, keeping her from hitting the metal.
She gripped the front of his jacket harder, chasing the kiss as he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they shared ragged, sharp breaths.
When she blinked her eyes open, his were searching her face from beneath the hair falling in front of his eyes.
"What do you want from me?" he panted.
Nothing.
Everything.
A reaction. A validation to everything she expected from him.
For him to be nothing like the others.
She shoved away whatever possessed her to kiss him, the intense desire to do it again. The gravitational pull that kept yanking her back into his orbit.
She ducked beneath his arm, refusing to look back at him. Whatever she would see there wasn't worth the trouble.
"For you to get your shit together and not get us killed." she snapped.
Hoping desperately that he wouldn't see the flush rising in her cheeks, or the way she couldn't quite catch her breath.
It didn't matter. He was a smuggler.
It would never work.
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age-of-moonknight · 9 months
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“Contest of Chaos: Part Four,” Moon Knight Annual (Vol. 4/2023), #1.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Creees Lee; Colorist: Arif Prianto; Letterer: Cory Petit
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applesofdaventry · 3 months
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pure-jeff-ward · 4 months
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these Jeff haters are giving Deke anti vibes
duuuuude!!! were you there in those days??? because I'm definitely getting war flashbacks 🤣🤣🤣 and yet it's also like, why does it feel as if it was just yesterday that anti-Deke posts were a thing...
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so I just binge-watched all of Generation Loss
expect me to be Not Normal about it for at least the next 2-3 business days
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yunayukis · 4 months
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YES YES YES ANOTHER YUYUYU FAN!!!!!! HELLO MY FELLOW HERO!!!!!
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I WAS HERE MANY YEARS AGO AND THEN I LEFT AFTER TUMBLR IMPLEMENTED THEIR 🌽 BAN
BUT NOW I AM BACK!!!!
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gracetoldmeto · 1 year
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Tumblr user #1: omfg im DISGUSTED by what i just read in this fic
Tumblr user #2: oh no! did the author not tag appropriately?
#1: oh no i usually just skip the tags but when i went back after to check i saw some awful ships listed im so upset
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MY BROTHER IN CHRIST THE TAGS ARE THERE FOR A REASON!!!
IF THE SIGN SAYS "WARNING" YOU SHOULD MAYBE TAKE IT SERIOUSLY!?
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Reading up on the current Dream drama like a suburban mother listening to her kids explain the lore of the game they've been playing in the woods for a month
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glitterghost · 1 year
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At heart, I'm still just a 90s grunge rock gremlin.
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thinkingnot · 1 year
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Here’s my favorite slide from the google slides presentation I held today
this is poetry to me 🫶
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melodythebunny · 1 year
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I have a massive crush on this character he makes me all fuzzy
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-pat pat-/pos
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thatonefrenchwitch · 1 year
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✔️ (for the relationship meme 👀 dfjdg
“We can talk about this.” The king sat on his knees, begging for forgiveness from the two he hurt the most. Blood pooled below him, the ghosts of his past wives holding him still, tying his hair back as a scythe went above the witches head.
“We are past the point of words, Heinz.” Fury burned into the lavender field of her irises.
“Tell us, Karlheinz, why are you sorry? You weren’t sorry when you ripped out her parent’s hearts. And you certainly were not sorry when you turned me into this.” The ghoul looked down at him. “Say, why don’t you beg for our mercy. For a chance of peace.”
“Please, I’m truly sorry for what I have done. I’m sorry for what I have put my sons through and I’m sorry for using my wives as pawns in my experiment. And I’m sorry for the lives of the women that died. Please just let me live.”
Josephine smiled at the man. An genuine smile like he said something sweet. She gave Scarlet a sweet look and they both looked at each other with love.
“Apology denied.” A gasp was let out before the king’s blood stained their dresses.
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“Josephine…. Josephine!” A hand was shaking her as she snapped out of a trance. No longer at the castle of her foe but at the library she was sent to.
“Huh, what? Oh, sorry… I was spacing out.” A meek chuckle left her.
“I could see that. Come, I need to speak to you.” The second eldest grabbed her hand, leading her to something she will most likely dislike.
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