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#and also misty is still here :)
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novae-viking · 11 months
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Okay so we all agree flurry heart would have been a better villain than opaline, right?
Imagine this: ever since you were born you have been loved. Your parents love you, and you love them. The citizens love you, and you love them. The *whole empire* loves you, and you love it as much. And its your duty, your destiny, to become the Empress.
But something *bad* happens.
You wake up 10.000 years later, in the now underground ruins of your beloved home. You are alone, you are confused. You find a crown, the crown your mother wore, you move to wear it.
You stop.
'Not yet' , you think to yourself.
'I dont deserve it yet' . You need power.
After all, what is an empress without the power to protect?
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chasingfictions · 1 year
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baekuras · 10 months
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Today I also had a fantastic fight of getting Crit-Hit every single time during the Cazador fight and the one time my character didn’t immediately get downed again and everyone else getting body blocked was of course the round where Cazador decided to.....remove Astarion
this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I saved beforehand
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navree · 7 months
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twin peaks is an autumn show to be watched in autumn, but it is NOT a halloween show
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lesbianlotties · 1 year
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I'm still holding out for a shaunatainat alliance against the wilderness religion btw
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jtownraindancer · 11 months
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i'm done being angry. have a bunch of photos i took of things that make me happy
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feeling SO SO NORMAL about the beloved BLADE GUNNBLADE
#could've waited to make this post but no i couldn't and why would i#there's little about them that inspires Restraint in this oeuvre#i've been on a feverish blade gunnblade quest like how last night was a feverish lucifer from the mysteries quest#these are NEW pics like we've seen a couple of similar shots to the couple familiar ones but not These specifically and whew#and THE TOP ONE...i got misty#weapons swap there....they do have a gun+blade weapon#although blade is presumably gendered she/her / as a woman in this performance. i'm just presuming Now they could be them/them nonbinary lol#also apparently the entire second part of the saga is Mainly abt blade. they get that conclusive battle & everything so i have to suppose.#and that there's also a brief but full Episode from that part two...but w/a prior(? or subsequent. maybe prior) diff actor#in which blade is a man so i have to suppose the gender is completely flexible. why wouldn't it be#me learning that blade's tragic backstory involves their adult spouse & infant child being killed by robots in front of them....soooo#😳👉👈 what i'm getting is that they're single?#one of those ''gay sex won't fix this situation & will probably make it worse but i think we should try it anyways'' things#blade gunnblade#asia kate dillon#kapow-i gogo#oh and i kept being surprised at overlap between this and the mysteries lol like what do you mean jesus is also here#(the connection is the flea theater / the bats....)#Yet More Media Of Asia Kate Dillon As Blade Gunnblade Being Out There Still: i believe in you#same goes for akd as lucifer in the mysteries#in the course of looking around for blade pics found a few pics of them from some completely other production too...#oh and frankly that's a handy ref to compare their right forearm tattoo there w/what lucifer seems to have (matches well enough i think)#the triumvirate here of lucifer / blade gunnblade / the adjudicator like HELLo. Hiyeee. Holy shit.#(that's not necessarily Respective. any/all goes for any/all of them)
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yuridovewing · 1 year
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ok unprompted actually i know but in my au, i would axe mapleshade being shoved into everyone else’s story and i think she pisses off all the other dark forest cats during oot because she keeps running to the mountains trying to make feathertail miserable but cant because feathertails an atheist now and doesnt give a fuck
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llycaons · 1 year
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I liked walter already because it was really nice to see someone recognize and appreciate misty's talents, but this? aw man.
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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not totally sure what reminded me of this, but—if i had a nickel for every witcher fic describable as 'geralt and jaskier get plunged via magic into a mysterious hall without apparent entrance or exit, where every door opens onto some scenario from their own lives, either remembered or imagined, and by the end of the story they're holding hands…' admittedly i'd still only have ten cents, but it's kind of wild to me that there's more than one!
Opening Doors by chamomiletea
A short fic in which I again engineer a fanciful and unlikely way for a magical mishap to bring Jaskier and Geralt together. Trapped in an underground chamber with four mysterious doors, the two both discover and reveal more than they had intended.
nothing is lost that is born of the heart by inexplicifics
Little fool, the mage had said. If you care for your pet witcher so much, go and find him. And then Jaskier was here, with his pack and his lute and - thank Melitele - a torch, and no idea where Geralt might be, or what sort of condition he’ll be in when Jaskier finds him, or what sort of dangers might be lurking between here and there. And no idea where here is to begin with.
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silksdream · 2 years
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LOURDES      &      CRISTIÁN      ,      dir      .      @goldwingd      .
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blackwaxidol · 3 months
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i wonder if my existence will always be made up of deep intermittent sadness. i forgot i lived this way...
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hikarinokusari · 5 months
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Pro point of Bladesinger Soulknife is I have my hands free for pure somatic spells while being able to still deliver an opportunity attack if I need to by dropping weapon/picking it up trick.
#hnk plays dnd#hnk ramblings#now I have to find the spell list I've written again#the base of this build is strongly influenced by me wanting to be a red mage and do everything#Stealth ? I'm stealthy. Magic ? I can magic but delayed. Bonus action ? HERE TAKE EM ALL. Bad rolls ? HERE PSIONIC DIE WHO ROLLS 1.#Watch me booming blade and sneak attack and psychic blades x2 at level 6#does it works with haste though ?#my DM will hate me if I haste myself with those#counterpoint : I don't have my evasion as a rogue and a low sneak attack but I still get the ASIs. Unless I prefer greater invisibility.#which I won't lie I prefer Greater Invisibility to ASI lmfao#Me ? Upping my stats ? No. Never.#Taking feats ? I don't like feat. I'll play with feats if I have a combat heavy campaign and still I don't like them so I would just ASI.#Idc if people take them I just don't like them lmfao some are so broken they break balance within the team so easily#The only valid feat is the double bladed scimitar feat. Because I like DB scimitar and dex builds.#counter point of this build : I can wield a double scimitar. Just for the sake of wielding it. But I can't use my class abilities.#anyway i can't wait to booming blade / green flame blades with the extra bladesinger attack. AND HASTE IF IT WORKS.#And see all the roll fail because I'm this good at dices roll <3#counterpoint > Bonus action economy is in shambles#pro point > Most of the spells I don't care I just want to misty step and dispel magic and be invisible while walking with my elven boots#Also I can get proficiency in a scimitar.#Or whip but I have a key-whip#Still wondering if I should take my whip proficiency for the sake of OA with range and strategic placement as I can attack with Psychic#Blades both times anyway.#hmmmm#can be fun#strategic placement#hm#hmmmmm#I'm just going to pick the spells again for the 4th time#then think about the whole whip thingie for OA
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jester-step · 8 months
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what the FUCK is happening in yellowjackets s2e7
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saetoru · 1 year
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。THE SAME — GOJO SATORU.
✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, recent chapter spoilers, just gojo coming home and reuniting with you :(
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when gojo comes home, everything is still the same.
that picture on the wall that’s too high for you to reach is still crooked, no matter how many times you’ve asked him to fix it. the pile of shoes you keep by the door is still there for him to step over, no matter how many times you swear you’ll clean it up. that blanket on the couch is still draped messily over the cushions, no matter how many times you both agree it should be folded. and that bowl of candy on the coffee table is still filled to the brim, no matter how many times you claim you won’t keep buying sweets if he finishes them too fast.
everything is still the same, like you’ve left it all there waiting for him, hoping he’ll come home. and just like always, the way you run up to him and greet him by the door is also still the same—even though right now, your eyes are a lot more teary than usual.
“oh,” you breathe, “oh, satoru,” you say gently, like saying his name too loud will make him disappear. he pushes his blindfold up to his forehead, meeting your eyes as he’s opening his arms for you to fall into. if his eyes are a little misty too, you choose not to mention it, and he’s grateful.
“i’m home, sweetheart,” he grins, plastering that easy grin on his face. “miss me? you didn’t replace me already, did you?”
your face is buried into his chest before he can finish speaking, tackling him into a tight hug. gojo wraps his arms around you tightly, grounds himself with the weight of your arms as you clutch his shirt. you still feel the same too, still feel like that familiar warmth in his arms that feels like holding the sun, that feels like he can get too close without burning.
it’s not hard to see that you’ve missed him.
it’s been nineteen days without gojo satoru. four hundred and fifty six hours. twenty seven thousand three hundred and sixty minutes. it’s a long, agonizing period of time—one that makes you realize how accustomed you are to gojo’s presence—even when he’s not always beside you.
you’ve missed his whiny voicemails to pick up his calls in the mornings as you try to get ready. you’ve missed the bathroom mirror he manages to get completely wet when he washes his face after shaving. you’ve missed the socks he always keeps laying around the bedroom floor. you’ve missed the coffee mug he leaves for you to wash before he leaves for the day. you’ve missed the empty gallon of milk he puts back into the fridge instead of throwing away.
it’s lonely, you realize, when there are no voicemails to delete, no mirrors to wipe, no socks to pick up, no mugs to wash, no milk cartons to throw away.
you’ve missed gojo—even in the ways you swore you never would, in the ways that are imperfect, but not hard to love.
“no one can replace you,” you say teasingly through sniffles, pretending you haven’t stained his shirt with a wet spot, “you’re the only person who could be this big of a headache.”
“i’m the only person who could be this handsome too,” he insists, squeezing you tighter.
“don’t know about that one.”
“c’mon, just look at me,” he whines, squeezing your hips with his hands. you’ve missed them, missed the way you fit in between them, missed the way they find your body for a touch, even if it’s quick. “i’m the cutest.”
you pull away enough to cup his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his as you scan over his face. you could count every lash, stare at every curve, relearn every inch of skin if you could. now that he’s here, you can.
“i’m looking,” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he closes his eyes at the feel of your lips, at the sear of your love melting through the skin and into his bones.
“like what you see?” he hums, making you chuckle as you nod.
“i suppose,” you murmur. “did you come back to me in one piece?”
“just who do you think i am,” he pouts, “course i did.”
“got all your fingers?” you raise a brow.
he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as he hums.
“all ten,” he confirms.
“both kidneys?”
“fully functioning,” he nods, making you grin.
“you seem to have both of your lanky old legs,” you chuckle, making him gasp a dramatic hey! “got all your toes?”
“you’ll have to pay me to see those,” he wriggles his brows, making you scoff as you swat at his shoulder.
and you’ve missed him like this too—in his laughter you feel through his chest, in his dramatic pout when you playfully smack his arm, in his finger he points to his cheeks for a kiss to feel better.
something tells you he’s missed you too, if the way he keeps his arms tight around you means anything.
because what is a god without his creations? and what is gojo satoru without the gentle love he’s built with you, created carefully between rough hands and the worn out knuckles? he holds you like you’re the answer to his prayers, like he’d kneel before you if you asked him to, like he’d rebuild the gates of heaven before your feet if it meant keeping you here in his arms for a bit longer.
gojo satoru is home. nineteen long days later, he’s home. he’s back in your apartment, the one with that crooked photo and pile of shoes at the front door, the one with the blanket on the couch to hold you under as he eats the candy you keep just for him on the coffee table.
he’s home, and he thinks he’ll never spend another night without you again.
“i missed you,” you say through a watery voice. he hums, wipes your tears with delicate thumbs that trace the lingering ache away.
“yeah? how about now, still miss me now?”
he smiles when you nod, kissing between your brows and swaying your body gently.
“always miss you,” you say with a teary pout. “don’t do that again.”
“i missed you too, sweetheart. don’t worry.”
“i love you,” you say, tasting the words on your tongue after so long.
and he lets his head fall to your shoulder as he hears them, lets out a shaky breath at the way they sound when you say them like that. like you missed him. like you need him. like you can’t lose him. like he’s all you have left. like he’s your past, present, future, and everything beyond that. like he’s yours in this life and the last, and always the one that comes next.
“love you too, sweetheart,” he says against your ear, kissing your skin gently, “i’m home.”
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i love him painfully
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