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chuhanchik · 5 months
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MY CROSS-FACTION MERCS FIC DROPPED!!!!!!!
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The day RED Sniper encountered a BLU Scout who was behaving so strangely that it threw him off guard, Sniper couldn't bring himself to kill him. That decision alone led him to insane discoveries that divided his life into "before" and "after".
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What exactly was wrong with this Scout? Who were BLU and RED really? What other monstrosities are hidden from the mercenaries?
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And what's up with the "faces"?
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roxirinart · 2 months
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which omnipotent god-shape would win, you choose
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irlmaxxor · 18 days
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re-watched gravity falls recently and was ferried back to the days of old where I filled time with 437385848 different aus... my favourites were always ones where they go through the portal together and brave the multiverse as a duo :)
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smapis · 1 month
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emptying the vault before i start twilight
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undy1ngumbrage · 5 months
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I'm your puppet, you control me
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cpressmn · 1 year
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back from the grave to give you part 1/? of steddie ruining twitter for their friends before elon musk did
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charlotte-queen-owl · 20 days
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Burger king 👑.
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makiswirl · 1 year
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was held at gunpoint to draw ed in one of those babygirl poses
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one-bunny-a-day · 10 months
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16/07/2023
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junebugtwin · 10 months
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even while it was happening, you knew it wasn't going to last
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shouty-mcnubbs · 9 days
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I feel like this could be a pretty nice lesson in parasocial relationships tbh
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hawnks · 1 month
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And if I also lusted for the fallen angel and the radio demon? Would u all turn against me too?
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sparky-is-spiders · 9 months
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I’m feeling very normal this morning. Everything is fine and I have not at all spent the last 120 odd minutes stressed out of my fucking mind. I am feeling a normal number of emotions at an ordinary level of strength.
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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year
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Hi! I have a request, could you write meruem x reader (female). Fluff and he being overprotective over his lover, a oneshot or ongoing fic. Perhaps pregnant reader if you are ok with it ofc.
I don't do pregnancy sorry:( how about we compromise with a forced wedding trope:))))))
oh wow, you said fluff? does-does killing loved ones and forcing the love of your life to swear their life to you count as fluff? Istg I cant read I'm so sorry
(Dark content, forced marriage, implied murder, implied stalking)
You've heard what was happening in the Kakin Empire.
Just rumors. Murmurs whispered here and there. People were disappearing in droves, but no one knew what was really happening. Some people speculated of aliens finally touching the Earth, taking humanity into the stars. Others thought it was a government failure, a leaked chemical plant that was causing people to die and the Empire was just covering it up.
It was a tragedy, but you lived two countries away from the Kakin Empire. It wasn't supposed to effect you.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You were supposed to marry the man of your dreams. Live the rest of your life in marital bliss.
Now, the man you were about to swear your life to was dead, and someone else sat at your side.
You've never seen anyone like him. He was peculiar looking. Handsome, but his skin was an inhuman green color. You've never seen someone with a tail before. He was oddly beautiful, in a tragic sort of way.
But you could barely care about appearances, not with how effortlessly he started to massacre.
He called himself the King when he entered the venue. You thought him rude, at first, when he interrupted the ritual with his sudden presence. Your fiance looked annoyed at the appearance. You could see him turn, about to curse out the stranger.
In retrospect, you should be grateful his death was quick. Painless.
You don't notice his subordinates until they demand attention as well. Three, just as peculiar as their leader. One demands that everyone bow for their so-called King. When the crowd doesn't listen, still amassed in hysteria, you have a perfect view as his men begin to pick off the crowd one by one. The only ones left are the few that were smart enough to reel in their horror, slinking down to their knees.
And then there's you.
He's slow when he makes his ascension. You wonder if he was the personification of death itself, coming to claim you for his own. You wished he would, but instead, he stops, right by your side. Instead of killing you, he starts to speak.
He has a nice voice.
He says he's been watching you for a while. He says that in order to respect your tumultuous human customs, he will finish this ceremony with you so you two can be wed. Then, he sits down right next to you, urging the shaking priest to continue.
You don't acknowledge him, not at first. You're not smiling anymore. You don't stare into the remaining crowd, too scared to see who you also lost. Instead, you look down at your hands, draped in jewelry and henna. You continue to stare, reminiscing how just ten minutes ago, you were so so happy.
You wince when a hand reaches over to roughly grab your arm. It doesn't hurt, but it easily could have.
"You don't seem happy," He hisses, "I expect you to behave gratefully. It is an honor to marry a King."
You nod because you're a coward. You value your life more than your dignity.
"Yes, your Majesty," You respond quietly.
"You must not use titles when referring to me," He declares, "From now on, you will call me by my name or husband."
"I don't know your name." You respond.
Of course, you didn't know his name. The monster of the man who entered your life so suddenly. He's silent, and you wonder if that's the last graciousness he'll give you. If he's decided to slay you here, leave you for another more obedient one.
"Meruem," He finally responds, "My name is Meruem."
He doesn't speak another word, intently focusing on the priest. You both sit in silence, hearing the priest shakily recite the mantras, hearing your remaining family quietly sob on the floor.
He acknowledges you once more when he ties the mangal sutra around your neck. It's thin, discrete, and easily hides under your gaudy dress. Still, it feels like a chain that suddenly snaps in place, bogging you down.
You don't remember much after that. It's only after Meruem pulls you up, effectively pulling you back into reality. There are still many rituals to be done. He doesn't seem to care. You don't either.
He leads you away from the altar. Your bare feet hit the smooth tile as you are dragged outside. The anklets create small jingles, bells that ring your perceived fate. The men who came in with him, silently trail behind. The doors close behind you with a sickening thud, locking you away from your dream forever.
You wouldn't be able to bury him.
Meruem suddenly stops, turning back to you. He reaches up to your face as though he is fascinated. You can feel him wipe a tear off your cheek.
You hadn't even realized you'd begun to cry.
"I can make you happy," He promises, his voice small, so much different compared to how he spoke less than ten minutes ago.
You search his face. His eyes show a glimmer of loneliness. Desperation.
It's gone within a moment. The King takes a breath, removing his hand.
"Come," He says, the usual cruelty back in his voice, "We should return to the palace. Your new home."
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gertritude-art · 8 months
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last rbs are an old example of a reoccurring problem i have, which is that i'll have two main male characters and go "hmm let's also have a side female character too" and then i'll develop her to the point where she equals or surpasses her peers in screen time and development. i call this the reverse fandom phenomenon
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undy1ngumbrage · 4 months
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Having an art style crisis so here's some doobles
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