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maldrontheassassin · 2 years
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In the Footsteps of Giants | Closed
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─╠═►The nightrider acquiesced. Standing with a quiet stoicism that was... unlike the Veiled Monarch’s hearer. For all his wit and talkativeness, there was... nothing, right this moment. Only the sound of his king’s tears falling to stone pathing beneath them both, to be soaked in and hidden come morning.
It was... disheartening.
“...Is... this something you were waiting for, Milord?” Maldron eventually asked. Perhaps... he could alleviate something within his King. With his back turned, but his attention fully on the Omen who commanded him, he would do his best not to fall to sorrow.
“-- To defend Leyndell, until His return, I mean. It’s alright, if there was never any grand design. You have not failed any of us. Nay, you’ve done more for this city than any other. If he wishes to reclaim his position, then so it may be. Despite it... Elden Ring yet needs be mended.” There was a spark of something again, as the Cavalryman glanced upwards towards the shimmering Erdtree, its light significantly dimmer than it was in ages past.
“With Lord Godfrey in Leyndell, we could consolidate ourselves. None save the Haligtree would be safe from our ire should we aim it thus and in force.” He frowns, considering to speak words that were on thin ice. But if they could serve to inspire Morgott... then his fury was a threat well-worth it.
“Lord Godfrey may take the throne, but it could be Lord Morgott to return the Elden Ring’s pieces to their graceful whole. To make room in it for those who were spurned by the Golden Order.” Blasphemy, by any other name. But he’d seen how weary, his king was. Every single one of them were. A man who had never once been seen in Leyndell was now taking residency in Godwyn’s estate, and there was no hint of holiness about he nor his people.
Lord Morgott’s stringency was faltering, and if they were not careful, the living bulwark could crumble without realizing it. He needed hope. He needed something to look towards to. Something to aim for, lest he grow listless and idle.
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fisheito · 5 months
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Owl legs
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natileroxs · 4 months
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I think one of the biggest missed opportunities in all the Gear 5 at Marineford fics I read (still love them btw) is the fact that if Luffy had gone Gear 5 there would be nothing that could stop Zunesha from stepping over the Red Line and coming to see their oldest friend Joy Boy.
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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 month
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Beanstalk Giant // Fertile Footsteps
Artist: Nick Southam TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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friendlyfoxpal · 1 year
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I was told by my close friends that i could be a Giant Whisperer. Ended up drawing these.
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have an au-ified chuuya for your troubles ♡
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sugarsweetvirgo · 4 months
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aww thanks again for making my idea!! i love it it's so cute how you made it!
i have another one if you want ! Eve is sitting somewhere maybe doing something then as Kaiba approaching his huge footsteps making her bounce
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Did you know that Eve is very skilled on the guitar?
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fairyofthefriz · 11 months
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In the Footsteps of a Giant update!
Chapter Five: Eth Alth’eban
The Ghost King and the Ghost of the second Robin steal the Son of the Bat from under the Demon Head's nose...
All of the Links
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bigbobvelseb · 6 months
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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
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garyshouldhavewon · 9 months
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Gotta say being in PST and not being able to watch the episode until three hours later makes seeing all these posts about the edits this episode really funny
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noxianwilled · 1 year
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i never use the skin based aus anyway but music verse au
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Holly: Joanne told me that one of the detectives was named “Internet.” I said no way, that can’t be her name but Joanne has been adamant. We’ve been arguing about this almost all day.
Holly: Antoinette. I just found out her name is Antoinette.
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foone · 1 month
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We keep finding space stations, and we don't know why yet.
Most are in orbit around planets, but plenty more are orbiting moons, stars, the odd black hole, or just floating in deep space.
Their age varies, some are so old that just getting close enough to dock makes them shatter like glass, others are so recently constructed that the lights are still on and the reactors are still fueled. All are empty of any life or robots smarter than a roomba.
The ones orbiting planets are orbiting dead worlds, or living worlds where nothing on them is smart enough to launch a space station.
The stations in deep space are weirder. The most information came from the one by Epsilon Eridani. A massive installation, it had docking rings for hundreds of vessels, all empty. It was in remarkable shape for how old it was (from the unrepaired micrometeorite impacts, we estimate it has been abandoned for about 3000 years), so we were able to access a lot of information from its main computer. We found the coordinates of several home planets, and visited them all. All were dead, empty, or in one case, simply missing. The star was still there, the other uninhabitable planets mentioned in the databanks were there, but their homeworld? Gone. No debris or expanding gas cloud, it's just missing.
And that's the thing: if we found space stations along with abandoned ruins of ground-based installations, that'd make sense. If we met dozens of living races, amongst a few empty satellites of long dead races, that'd also be expected. But this is all the evidence we're not alone in the universe we've found.
We've sent probes to over half the stars in this galaxy and visited hundreds in crewed spacecraft, but the empty space stations are the only evidence of alien life. Every planet is either a sterile husk, a gas giant, or a vibrant living world with nothing smarter than a giraffe living on it. Oh, there's strange life forms of every kind! But none of them seem sapient, certainly not sapient enough to build a space station.
Where is everyone? We've been asking that question since we first understood the Drake Equation and the Fermi paradox, but the question has taken on a new form as we've gone to the stars and found endless empty houses in the sky.
It's the difference between looking at an empty desert and walking through an abandoned city. In both cases, there's a silent emptiness, but in the latter case, it seems to contain a sinister element. This place is empty, but it shouldn't be. Something made it empty, and we haven't found out why yet.
We keep looking, and keep listening to the echoes of our own footsteps in the silent habitats.
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lilithland · 2 months
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imagine you’re running late, trying to move some laundry, because of course as the inferior sex, you do the cooking and the cleaning
you’re almost done moving your clothes when you see your favorite sock stuck in the back of the machine, you try to stick your arm as far into the machine as possible but you still can’t reach the sock
you maneuver your body until your head and both arms are in the machine, you successfully grab your sock but when you go to pull your body out of the machine you find you are stuck
you wiggle and squirm but can’t seem to get out of the washing machine
your partner was supposed to pick you up for a date later (you had left them a little note hoping to suprise them when they got home) so you knew eventually someone would come to your rescue
20 minutes later you’re scared shitless when you hear a loud knock at your door, it can’t possibly be your partner because they have a key and it’s way too early for them to be back
you start to panic a little but try to ration that a burglar wouldn’t try to knock first before entering, you hear the loud knock again followed by your door opening
“maintenance”
you don’t know if you should holler for help or pray to god that they don’t enter your laundry room, you’re beyond humiliated at your predicament
luck was not on your side, you hear heavy footsteps approach you, you hear a low whistle behind you
“and what do we have here?” rumbles a deep voice
you swallow your pride, “hi, um, sorry about this, wo-would you be able to help me … please?”
large hands grab your hips, you naively think you’re about to be set free
when instead of attempting to pull you out of the machine, one hand retracts and lands a hard smack on your ass
you scream in pain and jolt a little in the machine
“what the hell is wrong with you?!” you scream trying harder to wiggle your way out
“well sweetheart, when i enter a house and find a note that says i can’t wait for all the dirty things you want to do to me and then find a hot babe with an incredible ass on display, i have to oblige and give them the fucking of a lifetime”
you still at his words, he had found the note you left for your partner, he thinks you set up this elaborate plan to have wild sex with a stranger
“no you don’t understand that was meant for my partner i am seriously stuck please help me get out” you start pleading and begging
“sure, and i’m sure you’re gonna keep screaming no and for me to stop, even while your cunt squeezes and cums on my hard cock over and over again, is that the game we’re gonna play tonight sweetheart?”
you really start to thrash inside the machine, it doesn’t matter what you say, this stranger is about to r4pe your tiny holes
he shushes you as he continues to grope your ass with his giant hands
he flips the skirt you had been wearing up over your ass, giving him a perfect view of your thong
your boobs hadn’t quite made it into the machine, he yanks your tank top down freeing your titties, smushing them against the cold machine
the cold instantly makes your nipples hard and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips
“oh is someone finally getting excited?”
the strangers rough hands pinch your nipples as you start back up your protests of no’s
he gives your titties a rough smack and you scream and jolt in the machine again
he alternates between painful pinching and rough slapping, you start crying with how rough he’s being
“doesn’t matter how much you protest princess, i know you’ll be soaked when i go check on your princess parts again”
you refuse to believe him, but when his hands stop abusing your tits and go to remove your thong, you can feel the sticky trail being pulled from you
you feel his rough fingers collecting the juices at your enterance, the embarrassment of it all makes you leak around his hand even more
he wipes your girl juice along your thighs and all over your ass, the more his fingers just barely touch your cunnie to collect more, the more you drip for him
you hate how your body is betraying you
he removes his fingers and you hear some shuffling, you emotionally try to prepare yourself to be thrusted in to
you weren’t expecting to feel a wet tongue
you werent expecting to feel a wet tongue eating out your ass
you try to squirm but in the process accidentally push back more onto his tongue
his big hands deliver a hard smack to your thighs before pinning them down and holding them in place
“i can also go in dry baby doll”
you totally still at the implication he’s going to fuck your ass
you whimper and cry more
he removes one hand from your thigh and starts to play with your inferiority hole while he continues to eat out your asshole, he alternates between rubbing your nub, a little too hard, and roughly fingering your fuck hole
you don’t know how but his rough administrations make you have cummies
you clench the fingers inside you tightly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm
before he stands he spits a glob of saliva right on top of your asshole
seconds later he’s rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting all of your girl juices as you continue to leak
without warning he starts to slowly and painfully shove his dick into you
each inch is excruciatingly painful and his dick seems to go on forever and ever
by the time he bottoms out you think you might pass out, there has to be at least eight inches of dick in your freshly r4ped asshole
he stills for a moment and decides to abuse your body some more while you adjust to his length
he smacks your ass and your titties, runs your overstimulated clit too hard and too fast
when he’s done playing with your body he grips your hips painfully and begins to piston in and out of your ass
he sets a brutal pace from the start, roughly fucking you against the washing machine
your abused and sensitive tits sway with each thrust, causing them to smack against the machine over and over again
you lose track of time, only knowing the sensation of your asshole being abused
without warning you hear a guttural grunt and feel a warmth deep in your gut
the maintenance man pulls out with a plop
“don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure to get a video of your gaping asshole leaking my hot sperm into your delicious cunt”
you’re horrified at every aspect of what he just said, your stomach churning at that the thought of such a video getting uploaded to the internet
as he said, you can feel the cum leaking out of your open asshole, slowly dripping towards your inferiority hole
as the sperm starts to pool, his fingers are on you again
or rather in you, his fingers easily slide into your gaping asshole, collecting his own jizz
to your continued horror he then shoves his fingers deep into your cunt, fucking his cum into the proper fuck hole
you aren’t on any birth control
his fingers move in and out of you slowly, you’re humiliatingly wet so he has no problem getting a few in you
“should i cum in your pussy next or try to get my fist in your ass?”
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fairyofthefriz · 1 year
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In the Footsteps of a Giant
    Nico is the Ghost King, and as such he can summon many spirits to his side, resurrect skeletons, and travel through shadows.  Until five minutes ago, he could fully believe in ghosts and gods and monsters, but aliens was where he drew the line of disbelief.     That was five minutes ago.     “... I Summon thee, Jason Todd, Second Robin!” Nico hissed after a string of Ancient Greek chants, and promptly threw himself to the ground in a roll to dodge a blast of … something.     “Nico what the fuck!”  Jason squawked.  He had been in a therapy session, but he appears before Nico in his Robin costume, expressive blue eyes hidden behind white-lenses of his domino.
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