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l3viat8an · 3 months
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*MC and Solomon are being interviewed about their relationship*
Solomon: I’m definitely the one that’s in charge in the relationship.
MC:*rolling their eyes* Solo, stand up.
Solomon:*stands up*
MC: Sit down.
Solomon:*sits down*
MC: Look at me.
Solomon:*grinning like a fool, and turning to look at MC*
MC: Good boy~
Solomon:*blushing and clearing his throat* As I was saying, watch this! My star, could you please go fetch my spell book?
MC: Of course.
Solomon: See, MC would do anything for me!
Mephisto:*regretting the whole interview*…..this was pointless.
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cacaocheri · 1 year
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:(( someone give him huggies
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essektheylyss · 6 months
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“Your delinquent child is outside, and I have assured him that he is very, very grounded.”
Between Yeza and the campers still waiting for their parents to arrive from around the coast to collect them, Veth wasn’t sure any of them saw her move between the dining room and the foyer before she’d thrown the front door open.
Outside, Caleb held Luc by the back of the vest, neither of them looking any worse for wear. Behind them, Jester and Fjord looked a bit sheepish, though not nearly as sheepish as her son, who had almost curled into himself beneath the venomous look she’d given him.
“I thought you were dead! You're never leaving this house again! I couldn't get in contact with anyone and I thought you were fucking dead!” she screeched, before any of them could move, but Luc almost kept pace with her, slipping from his godfather’s grasp and, to her surprise, likely to the others’ surprise as well, threw his arms around her.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I should’ve listened to you, I’ll stay grounded for as long as you want—“
Veth spluttered for a moment, though her arms wrapped around him in return. This had not been how he’d returned under Kingsley’s grasp, caught by the ear and cursing up a storm.
It took a long moment to realize that Luc was trembling beneath her grasp. Very faintly, but definitely trembling.
She looked over his shoulder at Caleb, then Fjord and Jester. “There have been… several lessons learned in the past thirty-six hours,” Caleb said, his tone even stonier than his expression.
Fjord nodded slightly in agreement, carrying the weight of agreement. Her grasp on her son tightened, and she kissed his hair. Her sharp tone felt empty and hollow even to her own ears.
“Don’t you ever run away again— Don’t you know what I’d do if you were killed—“
“I know, Mom,” Luc interrupted, and for the first time in weeks— months— a long fucking time— he didn’t sound petulant.
He sounded like her boy.
“I kept him safe,” Caleb said flatly, also without any defensiveness. There was, even for Caleb, a dark flame behind his eyes. It felt like a spark she hadn’t seen in quite a few years.
“He was very particular about it,” Jester agreed, and then, in a poorly-disguised whisper, “Trent.”
Veth’s grip tightened, and she pulled Luc aside, away from the doorway. “Come in, tell me all about it—“ she pulled back and checked him over as Caleb nodded and passed inside. “You’re all in one piece, you’re alright—?”
“Yeah, Mom,” he agreed, with exhaustion. “Uncle Deuce made sure we were all in one piece.”
Jester pouted as she passed. “I also made sure you were okay, alright, but Caduceus is so helpful, you know, and honestly, in the end, it wasn’t even that bad— we saved most of the town, and we had a great party, and—“
She stopped her rambling in the middle of the doorway and clapped both hands to her mouth as Luc ducked under both of them into the house.
“Oh. My. Gods, Veth, you will not believe— Fjord proposed to me—“
With the number of things Jester had just imparted to her, it was honestly a testament to her own intelligence that Veth managed to process them in time to turn to Fjord just as he started up the steps, stopping him in his tracks.
“You what? And I missed it—?!”
"You know, Jester, I think we can let Caleb debrief the Brenatto family alone—"
She had him by the ear before he could move, which was an impressive feat considering he was over half her height, but he was almost as slippery of a bastard as she was.
Within an instant, he'd turned to mist in her grasp and vanished to the other side of the street, Jester complaining behind her all the while. Veth shrieked after him. "You piece of shit!"
In response, he yelled, "That's soon-to-be Admiral Tusktooth-Lavorre to you!"
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oldwebmlp · 5 months
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From: https://web.archive.org/web/20070702035521/http://www.ponylandtours.com:80/DVN/dvn.htm
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front-facing-pokemon · 10 months
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restinsodaroni · 1 month
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‧₊˚ ✩°。⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆。°✩˚₊‧
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astrum99 · 3 months
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Do you think bugs fall in love?
Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.
V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.
V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.
Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.
Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.
Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.
Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.
So. Do they live?
When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?
Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.
So. Do bugs love?
Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?
To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.
Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.
To live, to love.
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occidentaltourist · 4 months
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bbc: Some sweet #Silvacre content for your FYP ❤️
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In Silver's Town Mission 4 he meets the ghost of the pilot Renzo.
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Silver puts Renzo's Spirit to rest by pretending to be an airplane for him.
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corvidsofthedeep · 8 months
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No Context Crow #110: Surprised Crow
If this image is yours and you would like it credited or removed, let me know!
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l3viat8an · 4 months
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MC: I want to fuck an angel!
Solomon: A hot one?
MC: Yes!
Solomon: An angel we know?
MC: Yes!
Solomon: Simeon?
MC: Yes~
Solomon: I understand.
MC:….
Solomon: Do you want to fuck an angel or do you want to fuck God?
MC: Can you fuck god??
Solomon: Oh yes.
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twottie-m8 · 15 days
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Happy Homestuck Day 🤪
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crevvington · 2 months
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Gasp! Social media manager! What's your name? What's your story?
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fallenclan · 6 months
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guys i hate to say it. but i think i'm gonna have to start posting every other day instead of every day :') im working two jobs atm and im starting to get pretty burnt out, i know if i don't start taking more breaks i'm going to lose interest in fallenclan altogether, hope nobody's too upset about this decision. it might not be forever, who knows!
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hiddencircus · 5 months
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݁ ִ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔ VENTI LAYOUTS! | requested by anon.
likes & reblogs are appreciated! | reblog if use <3
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cinnamoncascadian · 4 months
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Posted with @lokewolf82’s permission from:
https://x.com/little_wolf82/status/1683910399693844480?s=20
2023-07-25
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