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#hello yes i am not ok
ask-eden · 2 months
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(( Building towers is SERIOUS business! We got EDEN: The foundation keeper! Making sure the foundation is level and everything on the ground floor is going smoothly! (and isn't at all stressed about it) MADOKA: The cheerleader! Making sure that everyone is having a good time and making sure nothing gets too intense! Keeping the mens spirits up while they work! Rally those troops!! CAULKLUN: The higher up support! Making sure things in the middle are staying stable and sound. Giving direct directions and support to the top on what to do next! ALAXIA: The Crown! Building up and up and is fully in charge of the tower! All that is left is the final cone on top... a big job... for such a little man.. CAN THESE TODDLERS DO IT? CAN THEY ACHIEVE A FULL TOWER? My heart goes out to them... May these absolute madmen accomplish their dream... ...and maybe get some snacks and juice later... ))
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something about characters who never ask for help; never ask for anything for themselves, and the slow build to them experiencing an inescapable loss of something or someone, which is really just an overpowering burden of the heart, which is really a loss of control, which is really just a set up for something they can no longer handle, cannot drag it forwards any longer, being pulled backwards now by a force too great to offset alone, and really, they didn't actually want to be alone, did they, but they will be again soon, and they are helpless to change this, and now all they can do is ask or beg or plead for someone, anyone, who might be able to help them or prevent this loss, where they could not. maybe this final plea is really just a vocalization of what they actually wanted or needed all along. maybe it's too late now. i'm biting things
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nias-keca · 2 years
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may all blessings find their way to you ☆
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smoosnoom · 1 year
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compunction
His hand is steadily aching. Will says, “You shouldn’t have punched him.” Mike pushes his fingers into his thighs. “That’s stupid.” “I wish you didn’t,” Will readjusts. He brings up a hand to hold Mike’s face again, fingers a little damp where they press against his cheek, his jaw. Mike wants to lean into it. “He isn’t – he doesn’t bother me anymore, you know. What he says. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.” Mike shrugs. “I don’t regret it,” he says, and Will leans away, looks at him properly. “I’d do it again.”
Mike gets hurt, and Will fixes him up, in more ways than one.
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corpsentry · 9 months
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i may not. but i write poem still
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sturmdunkel · 2 years
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olivier (and riot) dump!!! :D
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inkats · 3 months
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Hiyori Tomoe + I was feeling weird about drawing and then saw a handsome woman and died a little bit.
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months
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sometimes you need to go back and listen to the music you liked when you were 13 because it's good for you. and no im not talking about like emo nostalgia in this case we have enough posts about that. im talking about dad rock. actually im just talking about barenaked ladies
#idk if i'd call barenaked ladies dad rock per se but every once in a while i'll hear a song and go MAN. I REMEMBER THAT#i had so many oc animatics in my head about this one....#anyway skrunk lore moment but i had a really intense bnl phase for like 8 months in early middle school which explains a lot about 13 y/o me#in a neutral way but like. yeah. anyway go listen to box set for me.#you don't have to listen to anything else even though i still have a great fondness for a lot of it bc it's one of those things where it's#so familiar to me that i don't even know if i think it's good or not. but box set goes hard and i'll stand by that#in the car and hello city and i'll be that girl and spider in my room AND CALL ME CALMLY and blame it on me and alternative girlfriend and#the flag and when i fall and the king of bedside manor and am i the only one.... ohgh#AND YES IT'S BASIC BUT IF I HAD $1000000 IS COZY. IT'S CUTE OK#OH and it's all been done for all your immortal/reincarnation ship needs. well. a certain vibe anyway#and alcohol. and OH MY GOD I FORGOT JANE. AND INTERMITTENTLY and break your heart.... waaaaaaa#man they have way way more albums than i thought they had#i can only really speak for gordon born on a pirate ship and maybe you should drive actually but. i like those#or i Did like them. havent relistened but even looking at the titles is making me giggly like... i forgot some of these#ALSO SHOEBOX IS A FRIENDS SONG?? WHUH?#or maybe it was used in friends? idk. no thoughts on friends but they did music for just the dumbest shit. ignore that for me please#ANYWAY. going to go listen to all of that now bc im having a moment. if you listen to it and don't like it um. don't think less of me lol <3
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vespertine-legacy · 24 days
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I am now 5/7 on SnV NiM 16man 😊
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moththegremlinchild · 10 months
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hm. considering starting to take comissions. not like i know what im doing but yeah. im desperate for money recently for i hate asking my parents for it and im too young to get a part-time job in like a convenience store.
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compacflt · 1 year
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compacflt has made landfall at pearl harbor
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smoosnoom · 1 year
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invent love (invent the river)
Neil is the sort to go looking for his friends, and, by proxy, Todd. Neil is the sort to go looking for Todd.  It’s a strange realization, being looked for. Being wanted around. 
Five different moments spent at the bridge.
Inspired by this scene.
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iguessigotta · 2 years
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Have you ever thought of the prospect of Dark being able to hypnotize? My Drabble lord, please bless me with a hypno Drabble 👏😩
have i thought about Dark being able to hypnotize? ONLY EVERY FUCKIN DAY SINCE I READ THAT ONE FIC weirdlyhornyforegos DID!! TW/CW: mind control, possible dub-con if you squint, reader's havin a fuckin great time tho, nsfw-ish No gendered pronouns used, but written with a transmasc reader in mind i tried to base the general vibe off of some of the honestly hottest lyrics I've ever heard: "I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone//Once I'm in, there ain't no letting go, letting go//Watch me turn your mind into my home" - Mind Games by Sickick "Bite your tongue//Don't you know how wild these thoughts will run?//Careful now//I hang on every word that leaves your mouth" - Ideas by Au/Ra but idk how well i did there, lmao
Your mind felt hazy, slowed and dragging slower by the second. Stringing a full thought together took a near-Herculean effort, as though you were trudging through knee-deep mud, feet sticking to the bottom with every step. A lazy drunken smile spread across your face as you swayed lightly in place, your eyes rolling back before closing, as your head tilted up to the ceiling. You felt confused, disconnected, almost floaty. You breathed a bit heavier, feeling the panic of not having a tether to the ground beginning to rise in you, as though you might float away if someone didn't save you. It was hard to stay standing, even harder to think.
Exactly how you'd asked him to make you feel.
Eventually that tether you craved did arrive, in the form of Dark's hands wrapping gently around your arms, pulling you towards him. You gasped when his hand appeared in you hair, cradling you head, only to let out a contented sigh as his lips met your neck. At the same time, you felt this odd sensation, as though someone had tied a rope to your mind, and now they were gently tugging on it. Try as you might, you couldn't figure out what it wanted. The addition of quiet, distant voices wasn't much help. You strained to make out words, frowning and letting out an unhappy sound when you couldn't sort out what it was saying. What it was commanding you to do.
Dark froze at the sound, backing off and lifting his head to look you in the eye. "What's wrong, Love?" the hint of genuine fear in his voice was like a stab to the heart, "Are you alright?"
"W-what? Am I...wait, nonono, you're fine," you said, voice raising to a near-whine as you reached out to hold his face in your hands, "You didn't d-do anything wrong." He held still a moment, resting his cheek in your hand, looking at you, before closing his eyes and letting out a breath you didn't know he'd been holding.
"Is it too much, then?" he asked, a teasing tone to his voice, "I can always turn it off, you need only ask. I know how much of a toll this can take on a mind."
"Turn it off? Don't you dare!" you half-shouted, dragging his face to yours, resting your foreheads together with a giggle, "I-it's - I - I'm..." You huffed and tried to organize your sluggish thoughts. "It's not overwhelming, that's the problem," you confessed, feeling a little guilt at demanding more from him, "My head's slow, but still too loud. I can't hear the.....your.....commands...well enough. I don't kn-now what they're saying."
As you spoke, you felt your face heat up, suddenly very glad you'd pressed your foreheads together, as you were sure you couldn't look him in the eye at that moment. His breath fanned across your face as he let out a light chuckle before moving down to kiss your neck.
"Oh, is that all?" he asked against your skin. Or, you thought he did. You found yourself suddenly unsure if he'd spoken at all, as he continued to kiss a line down your throat. You took a steadying breath as the room began to do a slow backflip, clinging to Dark's arms in an effort to stay upright. You heard him chuckle again, but this time the sound came from inside your own head, echoing lightly, making your mouth split in a smile, a light laugh escaping you. Reality felt like it was spinning, the weightless feeling was nearly overwhelming now, turning Dark into your sole anchor, making you desperately crave any contact you could have with him.
And then you felt that tug on your mind again. The accompanying voices were much louder this time, though you still couldn't make out what they said. It seemed as though your body understood, however, as it started moving on its own. You watched as your own hands raised themselves to press against Dark's chest, pushing him back, pulling another chuckle from him. You grinned at him before letting control over your body go.
Dark watched you turn with a small smile, his hand dragging lightly across your back. He made quick work of removing his jacket and shirt, barely holding back an affectionate laugh when you stumbled, catching yourself on the bedpost, before following you.
His hand rested lightly on your back as he slid past you into the bed, laying on his back. You held back a frown, opting instead to tilt your head at him in confusion, brows furrowed. "What are y-" you began, earning you a soft "Hush, Love" and another, stronger, tug at your mind. You let out a shaky breath before allowing your body to move. Unfortunately this time Dark stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.
"Ah, I forgot," he murmured, sitting upright and reaching for the waistband of your pants, "These need to come off first." Without even a second's warning, Dark pulled your pants and underwear down to your ankles, pressing a kiss to your outer thigh as he straightened up.
"I apologize," he spoke, that light teasing tone back in his voice, "It seems I'd skipped a step in my excitement." When you made eye contact again, you fought to not hide your face, suddenly shy under his burning gaze. He smiled softly, a mischievous turn to the corner of his mouth, before laying back once more, eyes still on you.
You wanted to say something, but before you could form a shred of a thought, you felt that tug again. Closing your eyes and sighing happily, you let it move your limbs, pulling yourself onto the bed and climbing clumsily to straddle Dark's torso. You began inching upwards, towards his face, as his hands came up to rest on your ass. You frowned lightly, pausing to look down at him.
"T-this.....isn't what I thought you'd have me doing," you spoke slowly, straining to keep the slur out of your words, "What're y-" He cut you off with a gentle "shh" before pressing on your ass, forcing you upwards again.
"Don't worry, My Love," he said, breath hot against your inner thigh as he helped you to straddle him, hovering nervously above his mouth, "Be patient and let me have my fun first. It will be your turn soon enough." Before you had a moment to think of objecting, his grip, now on your hips, tightened as he pulled you down to him.
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yeyayeya · 17 days
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Thracia 776, but Ayra hid in Leonster (because she did get along with Quan), and therefore, Leif was raised alongside the twins. Seliph was raised with both Nordions. Thots?
(Sorry I was a bit busy earlier so apologies for not answering earlier)
Wait a sec, I am listening
I somehow forgot that convo between Ayra and Quan. So basically, Ayra and Lachesis switch places. This would add some more character development for the Nordion siblings and the Isaachian twins. Shannan thinking that his younger cousins were dead or gone, but wanting to search for them being his main goal. Larcei and Scáthach meeting their other relatives Mareeta and Galzus, and meeting Shannam and thinking he was their royal cousin.
It would definitely change some things, but I am lowkey interested in this now.
Wait now I am going to think about this for a while thanks bestie
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alderaanplacesss · 1 month
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People that draw Karl Heisenberg as skinny and straight are not welcome here sorry about that
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inkats · 5 months
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here’s a thing from yesterday also. Giving procreate another chance
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