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#damn you ren
cringywhitedragon · 1 year
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A meme edit from the Vocaloid fandom I tweaked based on another smol meme among some friends (For context: my Quaquaval’s named Ren, whom became a small meme among ourselves, and I letter-swapped an L for an R)
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(Idk whom made the gif (found it on google) but this was posted not long after I made the dumb joke)
Maybe I should start Renposting on here
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raikoren · 3 months
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*squeezes hands together tight enough to crush diamons* god i have seen what you ahve done for others and i wish the same for me (kara no kyoukai novels in english)
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vr2 · 7 months
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fbyleth fireemblemthreehouses 🤝 honkaistarrail femc
cute deadeyed fish gal mc design
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sirazaroff · 25 days
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We are SO fuckin back
Original by @/soup-erb
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mihhkael · 3 months
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Has anyone ever told you they love you? Yes? oh! Ren completely disagrees. No one will ever love you as much as he loves you~♡
It's kinda funny to see people trying to get 1% of all the love Ren feels for you!
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talkbycolor · 4 months
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the nun and the soldier
A/N; I ACTUALLY DREAMED ABOUT THIS AND THOUGHT LOL WHAT A GOOD IDEA FOR AN OS
Pairing; "[REDACTED]" x AFAB!Reader
CW; cnc? for someone who doesnt know how to put limits the line is very blurry, you will guess / daddy kink but in a priestly way / def religion kink, breeding but im not sure if its just a kink, worship but im not sure who worships who the most / this is more like an au like 1940 battlefield where [REDACTED] is a soldier and MC a nun
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The night was like a classic old horror movie scene.
And how not to be scared? Outside the cathedral it was raining heavily, the skies were roaring from the electrical storm and the only lighting was the holy candles, that place was a refuge for the homeless.
After all, many people needed comfort in times of war.
You had decided to stay until midnight, praying to your father to protect the soldiers in battle, that the families would stop going hungry, you held the wooden cross that hung from your chest so tightly, begging for the massacre to stop, the times They brought sadness to the entire nation and God had to save them.
A loud clap of thunder echoed outside the cathedral and the doors were opened, the cold of the night and the wind caused the flame of some candles to go out, so holding the cross tightly to your chest you turned to see who dared to break in. with such violence in the house of God.
"Who's there?" You asked as you walked towards the huge wooden gate.
A man in uniform walked in, soaked from the rain, he looked tired, hungry, hurt, he barely made eye contact with you you felt a chill run through your entire body, not just because of the weather.
"I need food" He was a soldier, you nodded immediately and helped him walk to take a seat on one of the benches while you went to the warehouse for something the man could eat, there was food stored that was going to be donated, or that's what the priest said.
You returned with canned food and some water for the stranger, who snatched your things to eat like a dying dog, water running down his chin and eating haphazardly as he breathed heavily.
"Sir, are you okay? Where is he coming from?" You didn't avoid being curious when asking those questions, although just one cold look from him was enough to make you close your mouth.
You only heard him chewing, the man seemed to have had a really bad time and it was no wonder that you could tell from miles away that he was a soldier, and since he came alone, there was a high probability that he was one of the few survivors in the trenches, but you are not going to assume too much.
"Father, please help this poor man to heal his wounds safely, to regain his strength, to protect his life on the battlefield and the lives of our nation -…"
"Stop talking shit" he interrupted you in a vulgar way, causing astonishment on your face, even disgust.
"That is no way to speak before the lord" You scolded him, the black-haired man only laughed hoarsely.
"Bring me clothes, I'm freezing in this" he demanded arrogantly, getting rid of his wet clothes, your kind soul heeded his words, because that's what you were, right? A sweet nun willing to help the needy, love your neighbor as your god ordered.
"Excuse me, I only found the priest's old clothes and I'm not sure they fit him, I hope they can help you" You said as you returned to the bench, he once again snatched the things from your hand.
Yes, he was a rude man.
The minutes passed, the candles continued to melt at the altar, you were praying in front of the golden statue of your lord while the soldier was resting on the benches, grunting at his wounds and trying to stay warm.
"Hey, nun, since you won't shut up come here, I think I know how you could keep that mouth busy" The man suggested with a cheeky smile, it was unheard of how he could say such things in the lord's house.
"Hey! That's enough of-…"
"It wasn't a question, come here or I'll come for you" his voice was sharp, and with no intention of continuing to listen to you, seeing how you froze in surprise he grumbled and took the trouble to walk towards you.
Right in front of the golden statue of your god, he subdued you to the ground and lifted your robe to reveal your underwear, that man was shameless because he simply buried his face between your asscheeks to inhale deeply.
"HEY! HEY" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You begged him, confusion and disgust replaced with terror, but… he was a soldier, a man willing to sacrifice his life for his nation.
"Please, honey, aren't you supposed to be a helpful sweetheart? You promised to help me stay warm, and this is my last dinner before I die?" He murmured on your back, riding you without a word, his hands had already pulled down your underwear while you were busy in your thoughts.
"Oh my god, this can't be happening, I'm supposed to stay pure" You whimpered as you covered your face, too embarrassed by the situation but not trying to push the man away.
He was an angel sent by god to save the country, it would be so rude to reject any order he gave.
He ground his hips against yours in a messy manner, he hadn't even prepared you well when your pussy was already engulfing his cock.
"Wow, you're so tight, so it's true that nuns are virgins, right? I feel so lucky to be the one to take your chastity, dear." His voice was teasing in your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut to endure the sudden intrusion, you were Pretty sure you would bleed.
No one would pass by the cathedral at that time of night, much less in a storm, the clicking of both skins echoed in the enormous building, right in the eyes of your lord.
"P-please forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me so much" A hand grabbed your jaw to silence you.
"You better ask thanks to the Lord because you will soon have a son, I will take care of filling this pretty pussy of yours to the brim, okay, angel?" He mocked your prayers but the seriousness in his voice was immaculate, he really wanted to impregnate your womb with his seed.
Your legs were shaking as you tried to stay in the doggy position, the soldier was selfish, penetrating your wet cunt for the sole purpose of having his release and getting you pregnant.
"S-sir please slow down, I feel like you're going to break me" You begged, snot slipping out of your nose as well as tears at how disastrous the situation was, the problem wasn't that the man was using you, because he was part of the brave army that risked his life, it is logical that you want to help.
"... We shouldn't be doing this in the Father's house." Sob quietly, your body reacted so well to his touch and it was inevitable not to moan, causing echoes in the cathedral.
"No, no, angel, call me father, you don't want your lord to hear you acting like a slut in his holy home." His calloused hands squeezed your hips and he pulled you like a wolf would its prey towards its nest.
"My god, angel, you feel so good, I'm melting between your walls, I want to spill all my essence inside you, you're being so good for me, I promise you it will feel better" He whispered lovingly despite the furious thrusts. that you received. "Don't worry, this is what your god wants, right? Demigods are worshiped with flowers, real gods need blood." His tone felt so somber, his hand traveled to your crotch to caress, collecting said blood, your blood.
So if he died on the battlefield, he would at least have left his inheritance in the world and he wouldn't be completely forgotten, right? His greedy hands ran over every inch of your skin under your tunic, squeezing the flesh, he too seemed inexperienced too, moaning and letting out incoherencies as he ground his groin against you, saliva running down his jaw as he moaned like a dog, panting, his eyes rolling back, sharper sounds until you both trembled violently.
Just as he said, you were dripping, as soon as a mirror cascade came out of you and warm semen was present from your pussy, his member was already a little more flaccid as he observed such a work of art in front of him.
He didn't want to die, he wanted this stupid war to end so he could get this nun pregnant and raise a child together.
"It's okay, you'll be okay" he murmured one last time as he clung to you, taking you into his arms with a blank look, but his words weren't.
He promised that when all that was over he would return to you to take care of you and the baby, that was what he wanted most, a life without daily blood, peace.
It's a shame that the promise would never be fulfilled.
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horse-head-farms · 3 months
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watching xB’s episode one and at one point Keralis and xB are flirting and talking about xB’s beautiful hole but they’re in a team with Joe and Xisuma who are just dead silent the entire exchange and just awkwardly start talking again as soon as the flirting has stopped LMAO
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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 9 months
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It's already been granted 😭
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mosaickiwi · 7 months
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Illusion of Choice
After one too many bad ends, [REDACTED] guides you to his perfect ending. 900ish words, GN reader.
cw// mild absurd dream and surreal horror elements
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
"Angel."
A honeyed voice rouses you awake. You open your eyes to see a stage above you. You jump to your feet in surprise—but you don't remember ever sitting down. Just moments ago, you'd gone to bed, you were sure of it. So where were you now?
As your eyes scan the dimly lit room, you take in the vast emptiness, broken only by two chairs, sitting side by side. Strangely, you don't feel alone. 
"Hello?" you call out. The sound of your voice doesn't even echo. Glowing lights flicker to life behind you and you turn around to face the stage, rooted in place.
Cold as ice, you suddenly feel rough fingers wrap over your shoulders, leading you to sit back down in your seat and face forward. Whoever—or whatever—sits next to you, whispers in the hauntingly sweet voice that woke you, "Watch closely." One cold hand falls from your shoulder, lacing through your fingers as the show begins.
The curtain slowly opens into an oddly joyful scene. A summer evening in Corland Bay, full of life and laughter as people mill about painted cardboard shops and restaurants along a makeshift pier. It's all cast in a warm glow that mimics a setting sun. You can even hear ocean waves, though they're tinged with the buzz of an audio device. An actor walks toward the center stage with a smile. Brown hair and golden eyes speak of someone familiar to you, but try as you might, you can't put a name to them.
"Hey, [ANGEL]," they say with a cheerful laugh, seeming to address someone just out of view. That didn't sound quite right; the movement of their lips didn't match the static laced words you heard. "Me and [TRASH] haven't seen you in a few days. You must be real busy with that new boyfriend. We actually planned karaoke at a bar for tomorrow night, wanna come?"
All of a sudden, you're on stage with them, a spotlight flickering to life and bathing you in a pale, blinding light. The actor stares at you, and the people behind them seem to stop and stare as well. The entire stage grinds to a halt, even the crackling audio of waves dying down. Everyone's waiting for you to say something. You aren't sure what's happening. It’s not as if you were given a script. Maybe you only need to agree? "Yes, that sounds—"
"Booooo," you hear from that honey sweet voice, a chorus of jeers joining in. You look out into the empty audience, surprised to see yourself. At least it felt like yourself, except nothing about the vaguely human shape seemed real. The person to the left of what's supposed to be you is a shadowy blur that only hurts the more you look at it, except for their scarred hands still draped around you, and their eyes. Piercing, blood red eyes. 
But that was wrong. They were supposed to be blue, you knew it. A pretty ocean blue that always caught your attention. But instead they're a horrid, deep shade of red that seems to drop in and out of focus. They're watching expectantly, and you realize you made a mistake. The right words come to you before you even know what you're saying.
"I have plans, sorry," you correct yourself. You feel something bubble in the back of your throat, urging you to continue in a garbled, almost scratching, voice. "[I don't want to see you]"
The curtain snaps shut and you jolt. You're back in your seat, as if you never moved. The hand gently grasping yours feels just as freezing as before. Something tells you not to look to your left. You feel movement, then someone’s resting their chin on your shoulder, almost as if they’re content.
"That's good, Angel," the voice whispers at your ear. You fight back a shiver. "Remember your lines for next time. Hah… I can’t wait to hear them. You’ll do great, I know it." The hand holding yours grips a little tighter as they nuzzle against your neck. You hear a shaky, excited breath, then there's a stinging pain as teeth—
An ear piercing sound comes from somewhere around you. You blindly reach out for your alarm, knocking it to the floor. With a huff, you sat up angrily. Your heart was pounding in your chest as if you ran a marathon—maybe a bad dream? Though you couldn't remember a thing about it.
The alarm only seems to get louder as you grumble, rolling to the side of your bed and picking it up. You turn it off before realizing you didn't have work today, so you set it last night for nothing. 
There's an all too familiar pinging noise as you crawl out of the covers; somehow it startles you worse than the alarm did. The screen of your laptop flickers to life with a notification. You tiredly walk over to peer at it. A red dot hovers over a program, but your eyes are drawn to a different icon.
"I guess I'll play a little before breakfast," you muse to yourself and pick up the laptop. You quickly settle back on your bed and tap the bright pink heart as you yawn. Just a few more tries wouldn’t hurt, right?
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schadentekkers · 9 months
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townslore · 2 years
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Listen up! It's going down... Repping the Splatlands, we are DEEP CUT ! ✩
Anarchy Splatcast! We're live! It's THAT time!
AYYYY! Ay. (SPLAAAAATFESTTT!!! Ahem, I mean. It's SPECIAL, non-official Splatfest time!)
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Which team are you going for? Are you gonna join Shiver on Team Crow, Frye on Team Violet, or Big Man on Team Joker?
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pinkcheeksiscute · 6 months
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She's is pink...
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raikoren · 1 year
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ytb is fielding me adhd selfhelp vids now this is a new level of algorithmically aligned advertiser-advantageous hypochondria i will have to endure for the next 6 months. i need to watch a corporate vtuber video with a vaguely suggestive thumbnail to completely destroy my feed like two antiviruses fighting it out gladiator style. the algo is my cute little pet. i feed it only the best most distasteful stimulating ashen dregs.
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vr2 · 7 months
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wtf is going on in this church, my little guys brother just got turned into a dragon that we had to mercy kill as a class and he still has school tomorow!? we are not doing school today we are going to get a happy meal and watch the breakfast club in class!!!
rambling thoughts below
im having a lot of fun liastening to the supports, i rly enjoy the character writing. my main chars are claude, hilda and sylvain and recently ingrid. i am trying to recruit as many as i can but lifes hard i am a bad teacher :(
i picked the golden deer in the end just because it felt right but edelgard and dimitri are extremely charging. i really wish i could recruit them too. i am hoping for a true end with all three house leaders alive. edelgard and claude are easily the most interesting characters outright in the school roster but jeritza, jeralt, rhea and seteth seem to hold the most interest of the non-school chars. my current thoguhts: claude is possibly an usurper of house riegan. his father either exiled or killed on purpose rather than an accident. i think he's keenly aware the grand duke (his grapa) will soon be out of the picture. there's a hierarchy in the alliance and the weaker houses have already defected such as daphnel becoming galatea with ingrid's support. claude intends to exploit that, he knows a lot abt crests but for what purpose? i think he was atempting to use his crest along with the sword of the creator to fully exert his control over the alliance. house riegan is the defacto largest stakeholder but the fact that house daphnel would even defect to faerghus for the sake of money says a lot abt how tenuous the ties between alliance nobles are. ive just got to flayn being saved and learning more abt crests. crests are the most powerful object in this world as it demarks you as able to use the relic weapons. you are born with crests via rng and crests automatically make you of noble blood. it is another object of status/power in the world. but due to the rng, this means that older noble children without crests are thrown by the wayside. naturally this isn't the greatest situation for the non-crest noble kids as we can see with miklan and sylvain. the crest nobles like ingrid and marianne are used like bargaining tools to cement their families power in the world. its especially grim for the ladies bc bloodlines, ingrids story was particularly emo for me.
there's also the politics of the world. as far as i can tell, there's in-universe racism against people of duscur and there was an incident to do with the faerghus king (dimitris dad) being killed IN duscur? ill be honest this wasnt super clear to me but the npc chatter denotes that people think ill of dedue bc of duscur discriminiation.
idk or care about why felix's dad is at the monastery hes annoying. but it seems the church has the most authority within the land. which is. concerning, given rheas bloodlust. the whole church of serios is bamboozling. rhea is definitely 100% either the actual main goddess OR she is her direct descendant. i think seteth and flayn are also her descendants bc of how they look. there's also that one line where rhea for some reason trails off before calling flayn seteths sister making me think that seteth and flayn are HER descendants actually and she is their like x15 great grandmother or something. flayn is also born on the same day as one of the saints which hints at it more and more.
thinking on the opening movie (which i wish was in better quality) - i think that's miss seiros/rhea and she stole nemesis' sword and put it in a fake tomb and declared herself dead to live as a human forevermore.
i have no fucking clue who we are or who sothis is but i love this little kusogaki. shes so moe. i really truiy cant wait to see what happens. i am about to slap jeritza around i hope i can kiss him.
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alienssstufff · 2 years
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more hermit/empires stufffs
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yume4evere · 5 months
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Now I understand why Hino makes Ai look like her father, especially her love for Rin
Hino did not show us Kaname all these years, but she expressed him through Ai
About his feelings, his expressions, the way he loves and his obsession, everything you want to know about him is found in his daughter
The different thing between them is that Kaname wanted to turn Yuki into a human himself, to protect her from the desolate world so she could live in peace under the sun.
She doesn't want Ren to die, so she puts her to sleep to protect her because she is weak and a half-vampire and will not live long and does not have any supernatural powers to protect herself.
Just as Kaname saw innocence in Yuki, Ai saw it in Ren
Yuki and kaname
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Ai and ren
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