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ficmachine · 2 years
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good luck with your game! i know how difficult game making can be. like i tried making my own mod once and it was hell BDJDNG i can only imagine how hard an entire game is. . . but you're a good writer + artist already so i'm sure it'll be great >:0
Thank you!!
Its stupidly difficult but I'm genuinely having a blast learning all the stuff I gotta know and writing it down in a way to make it easier for future me and my spouse to understand fkdfj. 10/10 i gen missed game dev and coding
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tacogoats · 5 months
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I'm a big whore for the durgetash dynamic that kinda mirrors an astarion/durge one; where Gortash has to look at this strange person wearing their lover's face with another man - offering the same softened words they would for him on his own nightmare-ridden nights. The same gentle touch that he needed on those tear-laden days where he really wondered if they could even pull all they had wanted to off. Tenderness once only reserved for him after all he had been through in the House of Hope.
It infuriates him. He is jealous. That was for him.
But also it elates him because deep down they are still them afterall.
I really adore the 'they're going to kill each other with their fucked up idea of love they dance around constantly that is Not Normal People Love' flavour but the 'actually they really did have tender moments and sat around genuinely doting on one another' is somewhat spicier considering just who it is. You have two absolutely heinous, garbage people who genuinely, tenderly love and treasure each other.
Dark Urge is fiercely protective of Gortash and vice versa - they bring out the humanity in one another despite being Chosen of evil Gods. Gortash has night terrors after the days of being raised in the House of Hope; he fears that one day he will be whisked away and thrust back into that nightmare - the Dark Urge struggles with sleep anyway, and is always there when Gortash wakes to comfort him.
The Urge despises the loss of control and how they have been a slave to their father's cursed bloodlust - but Gortash is there once the rage subsides, a soothing voice and soft touch against their quaking, bloodsoaked hands.
In my own canon for my Dark Urge Veren, I had wanted the team-up to go a bit differently for Gortash. While he still definitely does die at the Netherbrain (rip bozo), Veren demands Gortash stay at camp with the rest of them partly because he needs to know his past and getting close to the man is the only way, but he also phrases it as them sticking close means Orin will have a harder time picking them off.
Gortash agrees but witnesses the other vampire spawn attack to abduct Astarion - and while Veren does rush to check on Gortash, his priority is always Astarion.
They compliment each other in battle. Just like he and Gortash did once. They move in tandem, they make up for each other's weaknesses, and Veren rages the moment Astarion takes a hit.
It pisses him off and he almost calls it off then and there until Veren rushes over and shows him genuine fear for his safety once the threat is over.
And then it clicks - his Veren is still in there and he will get him back by any means necessary.
(Unfortunately it doesn't work out for Gortash! Oops.)
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floweroflaurelin · 1 year
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Every time you post pix art everyone starts simping so hard its so funny
I knowwww it’s literally the best thing ever 😆
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lovesickeros · 3 months
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i am very normal about your interpretation of the tsaritsa (positive, said with love and adoration for your writing style)
im the number 1 tsaritsa fan for a reason its my duty to provide accurate tsaritsa rep (shes a bit unhinged and maybe a little evil. just a drop of morally bankrupt) 🫡
honestly I had to cut out chunks of it and edit parts to make it more tame bc this is still a sfw blog and I didn't want to flashbang the crowd too bad. unedited cut is locked in a vault forever. some people here r still normal gotta keep them in mind still
not me though
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wildflowercryptid · 4 months
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oooohoho, i just got an interesting idea for a headcanon. 😏
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gaygryffindorgal · 9 months
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hp ww1 era; the founding members of TOWER
renfield 'ren' godfrey @potionboy3
esmeray 'esme' carrow, née elderberry
nestor carrow
piotr serov @cursed-herbalist
camden voss @cursed-herbalist
dante 'vipera' ramirez @potionboy3
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blindshoot · 8 months
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@branchbled / starter call.
He tries to keep his distance from the druids and their space, lest he intrude on something that he has no part of or finds the bad side of Kagha's mood. But sometimes Maeve gives him no choice but to wander through. No matter how much he detests the eyes that watch him -- outsider, unwelcomed, not one of us, do not belong, do not belong, does not belong -- he still slinks his way through the grove to keep a closer eye on his companion.
" Do you think this little group will succeed in wiping out the goblins? " it's quieter in here, perhaps that's why Maeve was insistent that he come in while she spoke with Kagha. Nettie is close with Halsin, this much he knows, so he wonders what her thoughts are. " Or that they will bring Halsin back? "
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edatheowlmilf · 1 year
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eating UP this webtoon i love political intrigue and romance and also drama
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royalreef · 2 years
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      Yeah, she has that effect on people!
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cloudy-dayys · 2 years
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tfw homosexual thoughts kick in
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spectrophobias · 2 months
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me watching scenes from the quarry on full brightness half speed searching for crumbs of detail about the hacketts
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landofequestria · 2 years
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  thinks about ivy ......... <333333
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jazzyoranges · 22 days
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Late nights - drabble
Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: sorry anon, i accidentally deleted the request 😓 but they asked for me to write a fic with tara in fem!reader’s hoodie (aka cuddly tara strikes again)
Words: 0.9k
A/n: hopefully a lil something to get me out of my writing slump. let’s hope this isn’t too bad considering i haven’t written in a few months 😅
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You really didn’t mean to be out for so long
First your boss asks you to do one favor, then another, and next thing you know you’re at work for 4 hours more than you’re supposed to be. The asshole didn’t even pay you for all the extra shit you did! You made a mental note to go job hunting this week.
Maybe the gay club was looking for a stripper? Nah. Your girlfriend would get jealous
So you were angry. Angry about your paycheck
Next a few storm clouds roll up that night. Of course you forget to bring your rain jacket that day. Not to mention, rain feels like hail stones when you’re on your motorcycle. Apparently it’d be a cold day in hell before you dressed right for the weather
So along with being angry, you were cold and wet. Shitty might’ve been the lightest way you could’ve described your day
At least you could come home to your wonderful girlfriend in an apartment of your own. It took lots of convincing and hundreds of game nights to convince Sam to even accept the idea of you and Tara being alone together. Fortunately you were blessed with patience and homosexuality — two things that could withstand Sam’s will to protect her sister
Was the older Carpenter’s place on the floor right above you and Tara’s?
Yes. Yes it was.
But if it made your girlfriend and her sister happy, you had no reason to not be as well. Other than the elevator that never fucking worked but that was out of their hands
Your shirt and hair were absolutely soaked in rainwater by the time you reached your apartment door. The was a small trail of water behind you from where you walked but that might’ve been the least of your concerns. Fishing around in your damp pants for your keys, you fortunately find them without much effort
Opening the door with as little energy you can, you lock the door behind you and triple check you locked it just like Sam told you
Not wasting any time you slide off your wet shirt in the middle of your living room, throwing it on a chair and missing the younger Carpenter waiting on the couch for you half asleep
“Baby?” Tara rubs her eyes. You stand in the middle of your hallway like a deer in headlights. You were awfully vulnerable while wet and almost naked. Who knew.
Before you can respond, there’s shuffling behind you then something weighted and warm on your back. Tara’s leaning into you with her arms around your torso while you’re wet and almost naked in the middle of your hallway. What a sight.
“Why were you so late? You’re working tonight…” Your girlfriend’s hand dips a bit below your waistband and you have to resist the urge to shiver. From the cold? From Tara? Only god knew
“My boss had me do extra shit. I’ll find a different job that doesn’t have me out so late” You turn around to face Tara while her arms were still around you “I promise”
The younger Carpenter only hums into your chest without any sign of moving. So you don’t. It gives you the chance to really soak in the moment along with the rainwater on your skin. You only pull away when your girlfriend also starts to shiver
Of course she’s wearing nothing but a hoodie
Specifically, Tara’s wearing nothing but your hoodie
“How long have you been fighting sleep? Go to bed, love” You pick up your girlfriend with her legs wrapped around your waist and her arms loosely thrown around your neck
“Since you decided you hated me” Tara mumbles into your shoulder
“When was that?”
“When you didn’t come home on time”
“And I gave you a reason why I was late”
“Which doesn’t excuse you, because you could’ve hurried up” Tara plays with your bra strap as you stop walking toward your shared bedroom
“What I’m hearing is, you don’t want to take a late night shower with me? Even after a long day of work, where you could help me de-stress?” You say with a certain smugness in your voice
Your girlfriend whips her head up at your offer but you’ve already made it to your shared bed, not wasting a second to plop her down
“Waitbabypleaseididn’tmeanit-“ You’re already in the bathroom as Tara’s trying to scramble to you
“What? Sorry, love! Can’t hear you over the shower”
You had a childhood cat that always followed you around when you were younger. Tara reminded you of when your cat would scratch at the door whenever you went to the bathroom. Your girlfriend even had the scratching down just like your cat
When you were about to hop in the bath for a quick shower, something stops you from getting in. The imagery alone that Tara is probably leaning against the door waiting for you to get out is enough to pull at your heartstrings
You weren’t mean. You missed Tara as much as she missed you. It’s why she always wore your hoodies and you always took her shirts that fit you
So against your better judgment and the water bill you’re going to have to take Advil for, you unlock the bathroom door but you don’t open it
You’re both in the shower and you’re in Tara less than a second later
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wildflowercryptid · 7 months
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ngl i have so many thoughts about penelope sitting in the back of my mind, she's such an interesting character...
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rifleseye · 2 years
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i should put together a thread wishlist
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imfinereallyy · 10 months
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“I think the drugs might be kicking in.” Steve looks at Robin across the really soft carpet they are currently sprawled on. Like it’s really soft. Surprisingly soft.
Like Eddie’s hair.
Robin turns her head, “And how do you know that dingus?”
Steve giggles, “Because I have the sudden urge to tell you about my crush on Eddie and how that is very confusing. And sober me swore to take that to the grave.”
Steve expects her to freak out, but instead, Robin just blinks at him. “Oh good, we’re talking about this.”
Steve frowns, “Wait, you’re not surprised?”
This seems to send Robin into hysterical giggles, the weed suddenly hitting her at the same time. “C’mooooon, Stevie. You’re so obvious. Well obvious to me, at least. The rest of our friends couldn’t spot another queer person for the life of them. Like seriously, half of them gotta be at least some sort of gay—“
“Robbie.”
“Right, sorry. I just know ya, dingus. And I know your heart eyes. The real ones, not the ones you made at me at some point.”
“Gross. Don’t bring that up.”
Robin rolls her eyes fondly, and giggles softer this time. “It’s okay to like him, ya know. Think he might be good for ya.”
Steve leans his head against Robin’s shoulder. “Yea, I think so too.” He grabs her hand, and gives it a squeeze. “Just like Nancy is good for you.”
Robin whips her head towards Steve, clunking their heads together. “You know about that? How?!”
Steve rubs his forehead, “I had suspicions which you just confirmed.” He bumps his head against her gently, “But mostly it’s because I know ya dingus.”
This sends the both of them into hysterical laughter. It’s at this moment Eddie decides to rejoin the two of them, “Why do I feel like I missed something?”
This only makes Steve and Robin laugh harder. So hard they can’t breathe, like they are trying to steal each other's oxygen.
“Hey, this is a new house, and I won’t have you guys tainting it with bad-mouthing me before Wayne and I can properly break it in.” Eddie feigns annoyance, but a fond smile tries to break his way onto his face.
“Sorry Doofus.”
“Sorry Eds.”
Eddie walks over and plops between them on the carpet. “Apology accepted. Now, spill.” He grins wide with a mischievous smile.
Steve and Robin only giggle in response. Eyes locked with secrets just for them, just for a little while longer.
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shorter than my usual, but felt like a lil fun piece. If anyone wants to add or give this idea a try that would be cool, I’m so tired my brain can’t function (much like the terror twins🧡) right now to write more lol.
good night :)
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