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secondsonaym · 2 months

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Part 1 | Part 2

Usurper AU

#usurper au #starwatcher berserk #narinder #ch5

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dailysmilingnatsume · 2 months

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#daily-smiling-natsume #natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #sasada jun #ch5 #1695

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shysheeperz · 2 months

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#ksiju no. 8 #kn8 #b side #kn8 b side #kaiju no. 8 b side #manga #ch5 #kikoru shinomiya #kafka hibino #lol #reno ichikawa #iharu furuhashi #haruichi izumo #aoi kaguragi #kn8bsidespoilers #mangacaps

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everyfrankenstein · 7 months

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#whats the cunty pose for #franken stein #soul eater #ch5

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out-of--context-manga · 3 months

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#out of context manga #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #ch5

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gerbiloftriumph · 4 months

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I probably should have stayed back and watched that sunset, but I had adventure on my mind.

#take a screenshot it'll last longer #and finally the top locations in ch5 #which is challenging since most of the locations are the same as ch1 #but there are a few striking differences here and there to make the chapter gorgeous #ch5 #king's quest #kings quest

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brn-t · 10 months

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Huge announcement:

I'm going to be releasing bonus Lunar Lynk: Directors Cut editions of each chapter on my kofi!

After the release of a chapter on AO3, I will be making a link available for a $5 dollar purchase that leads you to the google doc ✨directors cut ✨ version of the chapter where I drop bonus lore, fun anecdotes and deleted/revised parts of the story in the comments!

You also get a time lapse video of the chapter covers. This chapter took me over 20 hrs to complete :'D!!! You can even leave comments yourself!

It's a good time so if you're interested, please consider visiting my shop!

#lunar lynk #transformation #monster fucker #monster smut #tentacles #terato #brnt sputters #my art #werelynel link #botw link #lynel!link #tf #ch5

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kairunatic · 8 months

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Ep 16

We go back to Stalon and Alec who are trying to find a way to stop Jalam. Unfortunately, they were no match for him. And Jalam ended up Capturing Alec

Until Barboros Gaia and Amorey came to the rescue

Stalon asks Gaia for his strength to help defeat Jalam.

But Gaia says he don't know how to Till Bal explained that he needs to belive or have the desire for Stalon to win. Since Gaia has the ability to Give Magic to others

Gaia Seeing Alec Determination to see Elaine and Stalon Determination to save Alec. Gaia manifested his desire for them to win and Stalon had a Power boost and he was able to cut Down Jalam

#anothereidos of dragon vein #Ch5 #Spoilers

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sammy-a-87 · 1 month

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A fresh start

The carriage stopped in front of the small church. The coachman jumped down and went to the back, getting a bunch of bags and luggage off. Out stepped a lady, with dirty blonde hair in a complex braid and bright blue eyes. She smiled and nodded at the man who tipped his hat in turn. Words weren't needed for they had quickly learned they couldn't understand one another.

The woman took hold of her belongings and the carriage drove off, horses neighing and galloping out of the village, already on their way back to the city. With a sigh, she started moving as well. Maybe she should’ve levitated her things, but she remembered how the coachman had used his hands to do it, despite having a wand- most likely muggles lived in that village. However, no one seemed to walk the streets on that Sunday morning. She decided to take the risk. Her wand was simple, stripped oak wood with details made out of bark, a cute thing really.

“Wingardium leviosa!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, unheard over the sounds of birds chirping and dogs barking. Magic engulfed the bags and they lifted off the ground, not too high but enough to not drag on the dirt path that was called a road. She knew what she was looking for- a two-story house with a little backyard, the windows were supposed to be boarded up. The witch was starting to feel a bit disheartened by the lack of people around. Did she end up in an all-muggle village? That would’ve been just horrible. Yet swallowing her nerves, she trudged on.

The houses looked the same, simple muggle homes without an ounce of magic, gardens with produce and birds that were free to roam the empty street. Fruit trees stood proud and tall, branches heavy with fruit slowly ripening under the summer sun glow. A small group of cats ran up to her, meowing insistently.

“Oh, ihr Armen…Ich habe nichts für euch…” she crouched to pet one of the furry things and quickly got love bombed by them all. With a quiet hmpf, she fell on the ground, giggling like a little child. The floating luggage was quickly forgotten in the favor of soft fur and tiny, wet noses.

“Minnie, Daisy, Minuette! Where are you- ah!” A light voice chuckled. “Causing trouble again, eh?” The cats left the witch’s side and ran up to their owner, meowing lovingly. The stranger stretched her hand down for the witch to take.

“Greetings! I don't think I've seen you around here before.” Her smile was dazzling, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight, adding more contrast to her dark hair.

“Ah…g-greetings…?” The word felt heavy and strange on her tongue, her thick accent coating the sound. She took the other woman's hand and got to her feet, dusting her dress as best as she could. The stranger simply smiled and waved a beautiful dark wand in the air, magically cleaning her clothes.

“You're not from here it seems. I'm Eleanor Potter, nice to meet you!” The woman shook her hand energetically, smile never wavering. The two looked to be about the same age.

She didn't understand the words exactly but understood a name when she heard one.

“Ich bin Bathilda Gri-... Bagshot. Bathilda Bagshot.” She shook Eleanor's hand, albeit with less vigor.

“Bagshot, hm? Oh, goodness!” Realization dawned on the woman and her eyes shone with sadness. “Condolences. News of your husband's death came here as well. I'm sorry for your loss.” She tightened her grip on Bathilda’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Poor Bathilda didn't know a word from what she was saying but the solemn look on her face helped clarify the topic: her late husband. She smiled softly, gratefully nodding her head.

“Danke.”

The witches chatted for longer, even having started to move once Bathilda had found a way to ‘tell’ the other where she was supposed to go. Their conversations were more one sided when using words, but gestures kept them on the same page. Eleanor was very energetic, waving her hands around with wide motions, her face stretching with exaggerated smiles and frowns. The way the light shone in her dark eyes made them almost glister. Bathilda on the other hand was more reserved, her movements more controlled, her face barely moving, keeping a respectable aura all the time.

They stopped in front of the house. It was painted a simple white and the windows were, as expected, boarded up. The two magiced the boards away and the door open. Together, they stepped into what looked to be a living room. It held only the necessary- a small couch with matching armchairs, a fireplace and empty bookshelves. With a bit of work and several shopping trips, she could turn it into a truly lively place. There was no separation between the staircase and the living room, yet there was a door which Bathilda suspected led to either the kitchen or dining room. She was wrong. The house was too small for a separate dining room, not that it mattered. It was just…surprising.

“Oh, so much light! And this surely takes you to the back garden!” Eleanor talked excitedly as she looked around the small kitchen. Bathilda smiled to herself- she might've not been able to understand the woman but she felt like she'd made a friend, the air and magic around Eleanor Potter felt too warm and sweet for her to be malicious. Her eyes skimmed through the space- it, like the room before, held only the skeleton of what she planned to turn into a welcoming home. Empty, dusty cupboards, a sink, a storage full of cobwebs, a wobbly table with two chairs- the bare necessity. The windows were big, letting in loads of sunlight and a door on the same wall led to the garden. A second door, a bit hidden from sight, opened into a small toilet. The actual bathroom was most likely upstairs. Bathilda already imagined turning this small space into a laundry room.

“Gehen wir mal auf!” She pointed her finger upwards, emphasizing what she said. Eleanor nodded.

Quickly they walked up the stairs, Eleanor almost running like a curious child. Bathilda actually chuckled at that, prompting the other woman to redden in embarrassment.

The short hallway had two doors on each side and a trapdoor in the middle of the ceiling.

“Let's go left!” Eleanor threw the first door open as Bathilda mentally noted ‘left=links’. The people living in her late husband's mansion rarely spoke to her, rendering her unable to learn English no matter how much she wanted to. But Eleanor's constant chatter made it easy to understand certain words. She smiled and followed the woman into the room- a tiny bedroom with a bed and dresser. There was plenty of space left for a desk and other things- could become a child's room in the future if she wanted to.

The second room on that side of the house was the bathroom, housing a decently sized bathtub, a sink and a toilet. Again, with a bit of time she could improve the space greatly. Moving on to the right side (‘right=recht’, they giggled at each other because the words sounded so similar), the first door led to an empty room- perfectly empty- she didn't know what to do with it yet. The next, and last, door opened into what looked like the master bedroom, if it could've been called that. It was only slightly bigger than the other one, allowing for a two-person bed without overcrowding. The trapdoor opened up with great effort, a ladder almost knocking them out as it fell. Flying dust left them coughing their lungs out, yet they still ventured up. The attic was one big empty space with a tiny circular window.

“Well, this can be either a storage or the coziest reading spot.” Eleanor chuckled as she moved to the middle of the room, spinning slowly.

“Wie bitte?” Bathilda raised an eyebrow, walking towards the witch.

“What?”

Laughter filled the silence. They couldn't understand the other but it didn't matter. Bathilda spun around on the balls of her feet, still giggling as she struggled to regain her breath. Her eyes beamed with happiness.

“Mein neues Zuhause!”

“Your fresh start!”

#bsads #ggad #bathilda bagshot #Eleanor Potter #oc #blazing suns are dying stars #ch5 #bathilda lore #backstory

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secondsonaym · 2 months

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