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scriberat · 1 year
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7 snippets, 7 people, as tagged by @wolven-writer :D gotta provide 7 wip snippets hehehe
1. "Actually, I wanted ta ask you somethin'. See, I wrote a poem for someone special, and I need to know if it's any good in the structure, bein' a limerick an' all."
The elephant headed elezen stared at her before sighing and giving a dejected bwoop. Hilda grinned, then sat him down and cleared her throat.
"There was once was a man given laurels
Who fought like an angry ma coeurl.
Braver 'n all,
he comes to the call
And his name is Ser Aymeric d'Borel."
"How did you know it was me?" Aymeric asked, sighing. Hilda laughed loudly.
"You're bleedin' obvious, stiff-spine!"
2. jacke: hooty hoo i sure love protecting limsa lominsa from the shadows
leo: gods i love treasure. i love treasure so much and flying
rando: haha! i have taken ur treasure, now im skedaddling to my home in limsa!
leo: o no. get back here! my gold!!! my gems!!!
jacke: oboi dock information. waow someone got stuff from the sea of clouds?? cool af bro!
rando: wehehe i stole it fair n square—tf is that
jacke: is that boat flying?
leo: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
jacke: oh jfc. uh. llymaen's dick we're all dead
leo: -lands safely bc he's Experiencedtm- wheremst the FUCK is my shit
rando: fuck
jacke: hold on there cove
leo: what. what did u call me
jacke: cove. it means. nvm. anyway. he stole that treasure fair and square—
leo: yeah from me
jacke: and weve got rules in limsa that say piracy is allowed
leo: takin it back.
jacke: not allowed
rando: go ahead and try
leo: i will cut you. where is your ship. where is his ship
jacke: i dont have that info
rando: if you try to raid it i will summon my lackeys and end ur life
leo: motherfucker. i entered some ancient ruins full of allagan bullshit and a mega fuckton of demons. i saved the goddamn warrior of light in their darkest hour. i am finding your stupid ship and i am taking my shit back
leo: fuck you.
jacke:
rando:
leo: now for my—
jacke: the warrior of light???????
leo: treasure—
jacke: as in THE wol!?
leo: can i—
jacke: that dork on the docks over there!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?
leo: -looks over- oh aye! hey!!!
wol: -waves-
3. Isa looked up from his plate, his fork stabbed into a chicken leg, concetration moved completely from the food. Both Xemnas and Xehanort watched him with curiosity.
"The moon," he murmured. "It's rising."
"And?" Xehanort asked, raising an eyebrow—just as Isa closed his eyes. In a wash of twinkling lights, his hair shifted from its cobalt blue to an icier hue. When he opened his eyes, they were gold, just as they'd been the night before.
"So that's it. I had wondered why your eyes were green," Xemnas said, smiling. "Does that transformation happen daily?"
"Yes. It only happens on the planet, however, when the moon offers its power once more," Isa explained. He tore some chicken out and ate it. "Thank you for the meal."
4. Erichthonios hiked his hood up on his shoulder and steadied himself as the railcar rocked back and forth. It wasn't as steady as he had been told, so maybe this type of car was different? As it rocked again, he thought maybe there was a first class type.
Someone bumped into him and yelped in surprise. They looked up at him with wide blue eyes and tousled, silver hair. Erichthonios stared. He wasn't sure of what to do, exactly. It didn't matter, in the end, as the person righted themself and chuckled.
"Sorry about that. I was careless," the person said, smiling. Erich thought it was a nice smile, certainly different from what he had experienced of the city so far. It wasn't overwhelming or cruel or anything of the sort.
5. "Gil for your thoughts?" Erichthonios said. Speaking of, if he didn't get that stuff from the swamp, he wouldn't get paid... It'd be a cold night in the dirt for him, then.
"I am here to help a friend, but..."
"Oh." Erich nodded. That made sense. By this time, most people had a crew they could run with and work with. Splitting the rewards of higher-risk and higher paid jobs, hanging out with each other, becoming closer as people—
"...around," Themis continued.
"Pardon? Sorry, I zoned out," Erichthonios said, rubbing his head. How embarrassing, he'd been the one to ask the question.
"Oh, I was saying my friend may not need too much help, so I doubt they'd mind if I stuck around for awhile."
"I see. Why stick around here? It's the end of the world," Erichthonios said as they approached the gate.
"The aether of this place is fascinating. Don't you think? The truth is, I'm here on a mission from Sharlayan to look into all of this," Themis said. "Maybe we can reverse it, is what my friend thinks."
Did he kiss this friend, too? Erichthonios looked up to the sky where a dome of corrupted aether hung over them all. It could make it difficult at times to see what time of day it was.
"So what were you out in The Thicket for?" Themis asked. Erichthonios jumped, making Themis giggle. "You are easily distracted."
"I just have a lot on my mind," Erich said. "As for why... I was asked to fetch some herbs from the area. I got a few of what they asked for."
"And then every Morbol from seedling to Malboro got hungry for gunbreaker?" Themis chuckled. "I have heard that they will sometimes rampage if they sense something good. Carnivorous plants are like that."
6. He ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously.
"Was that... too much?"
"Too much what? Passion?" Amity laughed. "I see now that your passion lies in the potential of the life to be lived. It was obvious all day long, but even the words to speak it are clear to me now."
She smiled softly, watching the glow of his eyes, fussed with a curl, then looked up at the stars. "I... I wish I could be more like you again. That part of me waxes and wanes, I'd like it to fuel me so."
"You feel the same?"
"Torn in twain when someone dear dies? And so the flowers weep." Amity swept her arm around and laughed quietly. Hermes closed the last of the distance between their bodies and cupped her scaled cheek, rubbing the dark keratin.
"They shine like stars... Much like your aether," Hermes said quietly. He leaned in. Amity did the same—and pulled back just before they met.
"I can't," she said, scooting away. "I'm sorry."
7. "Help me," he said. There was no sensual feeling to it, no lust, just a command to come and assist. Ansel did so, moving inside as Strix prepared a couple cloths. He handed one, damp and warm, to Ansel, who took it in hand and started on Strix's face.
It was a delicate operation, he knew. Each feather was made of shaft and barbs and barbules, as Strix had explained one night, amidst careful preening. Ansel held the cloth over the dried cum and tried to hydrate before pulling. Then he took it off, one spot at a time.
Strix was working between his legs during the soaking process, but when Ansel started stroking his skin with the washcloth... he nearly melted on the spot, eyelids closing halfway and hand faltering. He soon regalvanized himself and set to once more, getting himself cleaned up with somewhat rougher strokes. He knew what his feathers could handle.
No one had ever been so gentle before.
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duckdotimg · 5 months
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Got tired of seeing moeblob young catgirls. Give me butch and GNC catladies in their 40s and 50s (more will be drawn)
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joshuamj · 4 months
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The Magnus Protocol 1 - First Shift
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beatcroc · 1 month
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i watched one episode of death note and this show is soooo funny for opening on skull demon guys and youre like oh shit its the evil freaks and then theyre just like chilling playing cards. and then you meet your mild mannered middle schooler boy protag and hes like i want to kill everyone forever
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mutualcombat · 2 months
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SPIDERWEAVE GANG RISE UP
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nexus-nebulae · 10 months
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shoutout to people who don't have a "before" the trauma.
shoutout to people who don't have any sweet or nostalgic childhood memories. to people who don't remember enough of their childhood to know what the before was like. to people who lost their innocence before they ever learned the word for it. to people whose pasts were too painful to keep around in any form. to people who only knew trauma, and don't have an idea of what life would be like without it. to people who can't long for "the better days" because there weren't any.
you deserve a good future. i hope it's there for you soon.
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yanderespamton78 · 12 days
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Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.
Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs
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cemeterything · 1 year
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got told i looked like a tiktoker by a stranger today because i was wearing ripped jeans with fishnets and bat wing eyeliner and almost let the rage and fury overcome me. does ebony dark'ness dementia raven way mean nothing to you prepz.
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stil-lindigo · 2 days
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PALESTINIAN ESCAPE FUNDS (TRY TO DONATE AT LEAST $5 TO EACH)
1. Help Renad & Her Family Evacuate Gaza - £4,090 / 25,000 2. Help little children of Gaza stay safe and alive! - $1,278 / 35,000 3. Help Evacuate My Family from Gaza to Safety - €6,235 / 70,000 4. Urgent Appeal: Save Little Yusuf and His Family Amidst Gaza - €€30,901 / 85,000 5. Help Marah reunite with her family and save them - €7,994 / 55,000
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redysetdare · 1 month
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enough stories about how someone learns to truely be happy through love. i want a story where someone is desperately seeking out love thinking it's the only way to be happy only for them to learn by the end that happiness is what they make of it and they don't need love at all to make it.
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salad-storm · 17 days
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The theme of loneliness in mob psycho hits so deeply. Dimple just wanting to be recognised and seen by others. Tome, scared that she's alone on this earth, looking for life in space. Ritsu feeling so left behind by and insignificant next to his brother. Teru, after nearly killing mob, begging him to stay with him because he doesn't want to be the only one with such powers. Toichirou going mad because he's lacking positive human connections. Serizawa scared of hurting others isolating himself completely. Mogami, too, going crazy because of how deeply and utterly lonely and hopeless he is. The entirety of claw, being rejected by society and angry and sad about it. Reigen using and trying to manipulate mob but losing all his positive, deeper connections after it goes sideways, and still pretending to be something he's not because he doesn't want to be rejected or abandoned. And don't even get me started on mob.
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soupthatwasreheated · 4 months
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Alice Dyer is NOT Tim 2.0. Their humor is completely different. Canon Tim is incredibly different from fanon tim. He is funny sometimes, but when it comes down to it, his humor comes down to “millenial who makes the occasional pop culture reference and is jokingly flirty sometimes”. He knows what a meme is, but his meme knowledge is not that far advanced from “I can haz cheesburger” cat. He is not hip with the memes. Alice is the one who is hip with the memes. Please let this woman be cringe and let Timothy Stoker be free from the chains of comedic relief meme guy.
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naggingatlas · 4 months
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my mom is suicidal, help me get her to a therapist
i won't go into details, but she's had severe depression since i was a little kid and it's been getting worse every year. our material circumstances not being great ever since covid finally got to her and she really, really needs help. she's the kindest, most talented, wise and wonderful person i know and i don't want to lose her to mental illness. i've been begging a lot these past two years but this time we need it the most. the appointments in my country cost only around 20$ so even the smallest donations would help immensely.
i obviously have commissions open ranging from 30 to 150$ with examples below but if you want to donate,
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i'll set a goal just so i can see progress. this will cover 5 appointments:
0/100$
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wheresernie · 11 months
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If you have speech issues due to brain fog or psychosis or schizophrenia spectrum or intellectual disability or aphasia or whatever reason love you forever. We are not stupid, we are not freaks, we are disabled (if you identify that way) and deserve to be normalized. Speak "strange" forever
-schizophrenic with somewhat constant disorganized speech and writing
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anatomical-puppet · 4 months
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my source is that i am autistic about horror
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electricpurrs · 2 years
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he.....is.....MY.... MEOW MEOW!!!!!!!!!! *my telekinesis throws all the furniture into the walls*
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