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fizzytoo · 1 month

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Karlee confides in Ama about the "Andrew" situation.

5th panel: [karlee]: "I feel a little guilty. All this time, I've never thought about what they could be like. I didn't need to. I have you, and Dad, and Papa. You guys are all I could ever want. I don't know anything about Andrew. What if they hate me?"

6th panel: [amaya: "I think that's normal. To not want to know. And it's perfectly okay to decide you want to get to know them now. They can't possibly hate you, Karls. They'd be a fool to not recognize that big heart of yours."

7th panel: [amaya]: "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

8th panel: [moodlet] Happy +1. "I love you.": From having familial support. Karlee can't have asked for a better sibling. She can only hope this new mystery sibling will love her all the same.

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #postcard legacy challenge #postcard: gen4 #im on the fence about this dialogue stuff :/ does that feel weird? to include dialogue in this mostly “silent” gp ?#i’m a little embarrassed about it #but also sharing it i think we’ll help my writing grow #be gentle with me #also. little iffy about the changes i made to my reshade. the bloom adds a bit of saturation. idk if i’m feeling it #sim: amaya kamealoha #sim: karlee kamealoha

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joifee · 1 year

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Fanart for the fan fic ashes by @darubyprincxx

i hope you like it - more to the thought process down below

So this is the end scene from chapter 8; I did cut like two lines of dialog because i thought the panel with pix looked better with less text. For the clothing design i looked at an older post daruby made about what they wear. I was tempted to include own headcanons that i have about gem and fwhip (aka dragon features etc) but i decided against it, i mean its fanart of fanfic so yeah. give the fanfic a read its very well written. It has moments of suspense, of quietness and alot to think about. Some scenes may not be good for everyone, but daruby does give some warnings so you might be prepared. also i just adore genfics and its something else to read besides the shipping fanfics i usually read. I am normally not good with reading about arguments, angst and the themes in this story; but i am happy that i still read all anyways and i enjoy it so far^^ I chose this scene because it did immediatly jump in my head - i had other scenes as well in my mind but i wasnt really able to make a pic out of it (also i am not good at drawing bears or animals - those are my drawing weakness)

Anyways i hope you like it and check out the fanfic. (probably will try, in future if i draw more fanart for fanfics or else to write a text below)

#ashes au #fanart #empires smp #pixlriffs #geminitay #fwhip #comic #fanart of fanfic #joifeeart #my art #i am weirdly always embarressed when i draw fanart for other artists so please #be gentle with me #i gonna go stand in a field or so #dont look for me #ahhhhhhh #i am a fan

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man-onion · 7 months

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drew my friends cats wearing party hats. just thought you might like to know :)

#autodesk sketchbook #digital art #cats #night in the woods #be gentle with me #im learning

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nevesmose · 29 days

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Syndroma Holmiensis

Things are different now. That was the last advice Mikulin's father had given him. The Imperium is the biggest gang on the whole planet. The Night Haunter's gang. Stick with them and you'll do fine, son.

His father had lost an eye in a streetfight years ago and the bribe to fit an augmetic was far beyond their means. Mikulin tried to focus twice as much on the other eye instead, solid depthless black like those of every other Nostraman, as it gleamed with something like desperation combined with raw avarice.

Was it hope, he wondered? Something so rare on the Sunless World that they'd had to steal the Gothic word to describe it exactly. Whatever sibiliant kennings and poetic phrases his ancestors had used to subtly imply the possibility of a better future were gone now. Inefficient in comparison to the language of their new overlords.

Most of the time Mikulin found it hard to care overmuch. His ancestors had mined adamantium and murdered one another in the dark for century upon century and achieved nothing. Built nothing. Created nothing but further generations of void-eyed killers.

Until the Night Haunter came. He who flayed and freed Nostramo, pinned the planet down and eviscerated it inch by inch, block by block, heart by heart and corpse by corpse until nothing was left but order and a full stomach.

Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.

It was natural for him to hold both thoughts simultaneously. He loved and feared his father too, didn't he? A strong provider, working shifts in the mine when the work was there and doing what he had to when it wasn't. But also a monster when he'd been paid and given the money straight back to the company bar.

When he was old enough to work they moved to the nearest great city, Nostramo Secundus. Dear Grey Place, the Adamantite City, a hive built into a vast outcropping of ore-bearing rock that jutted out into the roiling black ocean.

His father had called it a promotion, but the truth came out eventually. The mine bosses were scared that his drunken actions, his too-public offences against the new rules of society, would bring the Night Haunter to them. And the Night Haunter rarely found just one criminal worthy of punishment when paying a visit.

Far safer, therefore, to send the problem away into the teeming masses of the nearest hive city. Losing the work had destroyed his father but Secundus gave Mikulin a new razorgang to run with and all the freedom he was brave enough to steal. And he had the Night Haunter to thank for it.

Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.

Mikulin cared little and knew less of the other demigods who had come later, surrounded by an inferno of blinding light and guarding their father the Emperor. Such events, occurring so far away in the capital, were of little importance to remote grey Secundus. Only the Night Haunter mattered because time and distance meant nothing to him. He could be anywhere on Nostramo, seeing and hearing all in his domain and dispensing punishment to the high and the low alike.

Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.

Then the news reached Secundus that the Night Haunter had left to join his father and brothers in conquering the galaxy for humanity. Mikulin had looked up at the coldly glinting stars and felt a twist of envious fury in his gut. They had taken Nostramo's king from his people and wouldn't even use his name.

Konrad Curze, the Emperor had called him. An alien name from an alien being. Mikulin knew it was the Night Haunter who Nostramo's first Astartes followed into the void, him and no other.

They had tested Mikulin once for suitability. Just put your hand in the box on the servitor's chest. A brief sting and a few moments later the verdict was given - negative. Elevated hereditary cancer risk and other minor genetic flaws not meeting the threshold of mutation, the magos biologis announced before moving on to the next prospective recruit.

Stick with the Night Haunter's gang, his father had said. So Mikulin had apprenticed himself to the Administratum, serving the new Planetary Governor appointed in the Night Haunter's place. One of the first natives to join, they said.

Natives grated in his mind like two ends of a broken bone. We weren't natives before you came, before you took him away. We were ourselves. But things are different now.

The first time he really saw offworlders up close he'd just about managed not to stare, or grimace in the closed-off Nostraman way which, to the initiated, was just as expressive as a scream. Someone has put coins in your eyes, he'd thought irrationally, or broken glass in different colours. It happened sometimes as punishment for people who sold out their gangmates or saw things they shouldn't have.

It took him a long while to accept that it was just how they were, the same way they walked the street wrong, slowly, looking at the sights around them like prey. Behaving like that would get a Nostraman killed but, collectively, there seemed to be an indulgence for offworlders.

They didn't know what the people said or thought about them and they didn't have to care. Often Mikulin found himself hating them, hating their accents and their language at the same time as he learned to mimic both to rise up in their organisation.

The outsiders planned great things for Nostramo in the Imperium. We can make this world so much better, someone with eyes the colour of ice melting into slush told him. Mikulin said nothing.

They built Nostramo Secundus a botanical garden to rival any city in the Imperium. A vast adamantium-ribbed dome of glass filled with a kaleidoscope of verdant colour and shape tended by specialised horticultural servitors, the whole edifice illuminated by numberless ultraviolet and visible-spectrum lamps to allow the plantlife to thrive even on the Sunless World.

On the wall surrounding their creation, where Mikulin had to pass every day to reach the Administratum complex, the offworlders had commissioned some famed remembrancer to paint a mural of a lush, rolling Terran landscape lit by a rising sun and bearing the title LET NOSTRAMO FLOURISH.

The people of Nostramo Secundus hated it and the building it adorned. The cost of entry was high enough to exclude all but the wealthiest and every Nostraman visitor had to wear thick eyeshades or else suffer hours of headache and near-blindness, all just to look at plants. Mystifying.

Mikulin had access to the records of just how much power, water and heat the gardens drew away from the rest of the city. How many hab-tenements could the same resources support instead? He had calculated it once on a scrap of parchment and the answer sickened him.

The Night Haunter would have judged the creation in an instant, razed it to the ground and impaled the builders among the wreckage. Eventually Mikulin came to realise that the gardens were never really intended for him or any other native, only to improve the lot of the offworlders condemned to serve the Imperium on dark forbidding Nostramo.

Once, without thinking, he'd saluted an Administratum superior in the Nostraman way, hand clawed over his heart to say may it be torn out if I am untrue. The condescension and pity in their eyes had struck him like a physical blow.

Damn you all, he thought, eyes stinging with a shame he couldn't begin to process. Take your costume-jewellery eyes and your costume-jewellery Imperium and leave us alone like we always should have been. Our world was already better. We were already better.

Mikulin loved the Night Haunter. Mikulin feared the Night Haunter.

Mikulin grew old slowly, the decay held back by juvenats and technology for as long as the Administratum had the budgetary headroom to provide. Nostramo seemed to rot quickly in comparison. The nobility and oligarchs reappeared with new names and faces but the same blood in their veins, the same corruption in their hearts, and no Night Haunter any more to excise them like a chirurgeon.

He didn't remember exactly when it happened, but one work cycle he realised that the Imperium was no longer the biggest gang on the planet. Work orders, requisitions, suicide statistics, every item of paperwork that used to filter upwards to the Administratum had slowed to a trickle and eventually just stopped.

Mikulin continued to attend the office and the Administratum continued to pay him, but in reality the alternative government of the gangs and nobles had slipped into place like a knife between ribs to quietly usurp both their functions.

Eventually the last offworlders left Secundus. No one would say whether it was voluntary. Their replacements were black-eyed and loyal only to the shifting politics of the warlords they followed. They funnelled the city's sparse resources to pay debts and shore up alliances before the newer, hungrier gangs overthrew them and were consumed in turn by their own children in the incestuous reproductive cycle that was as irredeemably Nostraman as the smog filling up their lungs.

Through it all, Mikulin of the Administratum was present, observed and said nothing. They treated him with something like respect - that rarest of things, an elderly Nostraman.

In the end it was Mikulin who finally closed down the botanical gardens. Let the plants rot and the gangs split the proceeds however they pleased. He left and went back to his tenement, hobbling slowly the same way he did everything else now, and went past that accursed mural once again.

It had been smashed and defaced countless times, the people of Nostramo Secundus giving vent to their fury at the image of an idyllic fantasy they would never possess. The rising sun was blotted out by an arterial splash of black paint and, above it all, someone had scrawled new blood-red lettering to change the painting's title.

LET NOSTRAMO PERISH.

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propajanda · 2 months

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Brutus + Tongue (TW: Gore)

#I had to do it #be gentle with me #I'm learning how to edit again #jake and amir

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euesworld · 1 year

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"Hold my heart, hold it gently.. hold it as if I will break under the weight of your love. For I just may, but don't be dismayed.. I will love you every single day."

Tell me something that I've heard a million times, that you love me - eUë

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charlemagne444 · 1 day

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i literally cannot take anymore heartache. i have lost so much, so much more than a person should loose. i’ve lost more than i’ve gained, leaving me with a net negative of experiences. they tell you to be strong, but what happens when your heart gives out?

im so tired

#im so tired #heartache #loss #be gentle with me

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biiigtime · 12 days

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# BIIIGTIME ! an independent, private, mostly - kayfabe portrayal of THE MAN, BECKY LYNCH. written in all eras — dependent on pre - plotting. general roleplay rules apply. directed by saz, 22, cst, she/her. must be 21+ to interact.

pinterest. & dms are open & discord available to mutuals on request.

#wrestling rp #wwe rp #indie rp #❥ 𝐨𝐨𝐜 ﹕ pinned.#be gentle with me

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joifee · 9 months

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Okay I am very proud of this! I finished the first chapter today and I was planning to wait but bshbfjshf

Summary fwhip thought he was fine just being friends with Jimmy, keeping his unresolved feelings deep inside him. But when the rift opens and he meets Tango, he suddenly is confronted with with all those things he tried to burry.

Getting ready to have an awful time, he gets help from the last person he thought he would

Or: Tango and fwhip speedrun becoming friends over Jimmy

#fwhimmy #empiresshipping #joifeewriting #joifeeramble #my first fanfic #trafficshipping #be gentle with me

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syn0vial · 11 months

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it's me, syn, and i'm looking for a beta-reader

or beta-readers? honestly, i've been out of the fic-writing game for so long, i don't know what the standard is. BUT ANYWAY.

i'm writing a fic. it's a fett-centric, multi-chapter mystery-suspense story featuring themes of existential horror, clone horror, and generational trauma, in which boba and fennec receive a mysterious distress call sent from kamino and find... something there. the first chapter is already published on ao3 here.

something to note is that i started writing this story before TBOBF's release, so my characterization of boba is much more informed by the expanded universe than it is by the show. in fact, you shouldn't expect this fic to be very canon-compliant at all; it's a mish-mash of TBOBF's setting and expanded universe characterizations, written by somebody who has not watched the b@d batch or the cl0ne wars. so ymmv!

if that kind of story sounds interesting to you and especially if you have experience beta-reading (though it's not necessarily required), please feel free to DM me. mostly i'm just looking for someone to read through my chapter drafts and let me know if the tone and characterization are working, and also if i'm leaving any gaping plot holes anywhere.

my eternal thanks to anyone who volunteers. also my eternal thanks to anyone who reads my fic at all bc one of the reasons i abandoned it in the first place was because i didn't think there'd be an audience for it.

also also, especially if you have any followers who are fett fans or beta-readers, i certainly don't mind reblogs!

#boba fett #jango fett #beta reading #be gentle with me #i haven't written fic since like... probably before college #also sorry for writing the names of the shows weird #i just want to be able to see this post without it getting blocked by my filtering settings

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midnightmoon27 · 2 years

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Proposal

A/N: This is in the future. Mike and Will have moved out of Hawkins and Indiana entirely. This takes place in a normal version of Hawkins. Long after the upside down took over and was destroyed.

Summary: Mike proposes to Will at their special spot.

Warnings: None. Pure fluff

It’s thanksgiving, Mike and Will go back home to Hawkins to visit their families. Mike and Will had been in a serious long term relationship now for five years. They were so happy together and their relationship was perfect. Will’s family was so happy for him when he finally got with Mike. His family loved Mike, except for Hopper who took a while to warm up to the idea of him dating his stepson after him and El had broken up. Hopper eventually came around and accepted it, he was happy for Will too. As for Mike’s family, they weren’t as understanding as Will’s. The Wheelers didn’t take it well and couldn’t understand how their son turned gay. The only ones who accepted it right away were Mike’s sisters Nancy and Holly. They had no problem with him being gay and dating Will. They were just happy he was happy. Eventually Mike’s parents came around to the idea of their son being gay and dating Will. They loved Will and always had, so they knew he was good enough for their son.

“Are you ready babe?” Mike asks Will as they drive up to his house. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Will replies. “This should be an interesting weekend.” “Yeah I guess.” They pull up to the Byers-Hoppers house and park. Will and Mike get out of the car and grab their bags. They walk up to the front door and knock. Joyce answers the door, “My boys are home!” She says with a big smile and hugs them tight. They hug her back. She pulls away, “Well come in.” And let’s them inside the house. “My boys are here?” Hopper asks and almost runs to give Will and Mike a hug. After greeting everyone and getting hugs from Jonathan and El, the boys walk up to Will’s room to drop their stuff off. “It’s good to be home.” Will says happily. “Yeah, that was quite the welcome.” Replies Mike. They go back downstairs to catch up and have thanksgiving dinner together. They don’t go to Mike’s house until the next day for dinner.

After dinner with the Byers-Hoppers, Mike suggests to Will that they go for a walk. Will agrees and off they go. They go for a walk to their old school. Mike starts walking towards the swings. “Hey, where are you going?” Will asks. “Just follow me.” Mike replies. They go sit on the swings where they first met. They just sit and talk for a while. “Hey, remember when we were kids and used to play here all the time?” Mike asks Will. “Yeah, I remember it well.” Will replies with a smile. He thinks back to when it was a simpler time for them. Being kids and having no worries yet. “Yeah, we had fun.” Mike says happily. They sit there for a moment in silence, lost in thought.

Then Mike gets up from his swing and goes down on one knee in front of Will. “Mike, what are you doing?” Will asks nervously. “Will, we have been best friends since we were 5 years old. We have been through a lot together. I’ll never forget that day I met you right here on the swings and I asked you to be my friend and you said yes. That was the best day of my life, meeting you. I care about you, I love you and now I’m in love with you. Will Byers, will you marry me?” Mike takes out a small black box and opens it, inside is a ring with a sword on it. Will bursts into tears. Mike looking worried for a minute, “Will? Are you okay?” Will has a huge smile on his face. “Yes! Yes, Mike Wheeler I will marry you!” Mike smiles and puts the ring on Will’s finger. They both stand up and kiss. Holding each other for a long time. Mike cupping Will’s face while Will tangles his fingers in Mike’s hair. They finally pull away to take a breath, their heads resting against each other’s. “So I guess you’re stuck with me for life now.” Will whispers jokingly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Mike whispers back smiling. They kiss again for a brief moment and then let go. They go back to holding hands and start walking back home.

#byler fanfic #byler imagine #byler fic #byler #i wrote this at 2am #be gentle with me

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hearthouses · 2 years

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this certain desire (this car as a fracture widening through the dark) ↳ supernatural, m/m, nc-17, dean winchester/sam winchester, 2,300 words

warnings: sibling incest, implied underage, sex pollen induced dubious consent

Sam wakes up sore, limbs aching, his body twisted up and folded, made to fit in the narrow backseat with Dean sacked out on top of him, numbing parts of Sam with the pressure of his body weight.

It’s not the first time they’ve woken up like this, and it’s not going to be the last, sleeping in the car at a rest stop, headed down that endless stretch of highway leading to nowhere—what’s new is how Dean’s skin sticks to Sam where their clothes would be, how Sam feels the smooth vinyl of the upholstery against his back, warmed from his skin, slick with his sweat. The windows around them are fogged up and cloudy, dull early morning light filtering through, bright enough to cast them in stark reality.

Season One Era: A hunt for an incubus gone wrong and its aftermath.

#supernatural #sam x dean #dean x sam #wincest #words on screen #first fic i've written finished and posted in almost two years #be gentle with me

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