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zerogravityinq · 2 months
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Ever see those posts about women having massive babies because their husbands are huge like Hawaiin/secretly Shaquille o neal?. No? Am I the only one who gets all the baby content despite being child free???
ANYWAY I feel like no one talks about the potential of any bio kid of Bruce being massive. Like yeah Bruce is normal sized and so is Damian/Helena/Terry but like what if they weren't? Thomas Wayne was a big dude and he wasn't even a fighter!
Can you imagine Martha carting around 4 month old Bruce who is somehow the size of a 3 year old and she just narrows her eyes at Thomas like this is your fault and Thomas just shrugs because Wayne men are just Like That™
Fast forward to Talia who sees Damian's projected growth and size and is like 'you want me to carry what???? Where?????' and like immediately sets up for him to be a test tube baby cuz ain't no way.
Diana (in that weird timeline where Bruce and Diana have a kid) thinks nothing of it and just has the baby. Both her and Bruce are warriors so naturally their child would be sturdy.
Selina bitches at Bruce every chance she gets because the fuck you mean her toddler is 4 but Helena looks like she in the senior year of high school and the star quarterback???
Terry McGinnis' mom immediately know that something is off because her husband isn't built like that and she has seen baby pictures of him and he wasn't this absolute unit at the age of 42 weeks.
Not that any of them are like fat, just dense and grows fast. Cute babies but tf u mean they are not a year yet and look like a full sized toddler???
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inqorporeal · 4 months
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It's funny, I went back for a reread on one on my fics (The Lines We Draw, which I just reread for fun sometimes cus it's my favorite). And NOW, after SEVERAL rereads and years of it being up? I noticed an error that nobody should have ever missed! It's just so obvious, how did that one even slip by?
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v-arbellanaris · 1 year
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da/i critiques?? on MY dash?? 👀
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breaking-circles · 1 year
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[Image Description: Marian Churchland's Dragon Age OC template filled out with Isiik Lavellan, a dalish warrior Inquisitor. Isiik is shown from the waist up, looking warily to the side and crouching slightly. In his right hand, he holds his sword angled up and ready to attack. His left hand is braced out in front of him, the mark glowing a bright green. He is wearing a purple scarf draped over a dark purple jacket with puffy sleeves that end just past his elbows. The jacket tucks into high-waisted brown pants. Under the jacket he is wearing a pale yellow shirt. He has a shield on his back, the strap of which crosses his chest. He is wearing a glove missing its pointer and thumb fingers on his right hand. His dark reddish-brown hair is pulled back in a short ponytail except for two strands that hand on either side of his face. He has Dirthamen's vallaslin, which has smooth, flowing lines on his forehead, cheeks, chin, and along the length of his nose. He is frowning slightly and his brow is furrowed. His long elfin ears are nearly perpendicular to his head, causing him to appear slightly nervous or on edge. He has a pale scar that goes across his lips, reaching from the bottom of his chin to nearly reaching his nose and bisecting some of the vallaslin on his chin. He has heavy bags under his eyes. In the background, faint green lightning fans out from the mark. Next to his head are the words "wow this place is a freakshow. i dont respect literally any of you people." Below the quote is an attribution to "-Neopets User, 2017". Below the drawing, several traits are listed with a line between them to mark where the character falls between the two. Between cautious and reckless, Isiik is very cautious; between selfless and self-serving, he is more self-serving; between emotion-driven and logic-driven, he is more logic-driven; between forthright and dissembling, he is more dissembling; between friendly and unfriendly, he is more unfriendly; between devout and questioning he is extremely devout; and between trusting and suspicious he is very suspicious. Below the traits is a list of his main party: Cole, The Iron Bull, and Vivienne or Solas. Below that, there are a series of symbols that indicate which choices he made throughout the game. The first three indicate he is a sword-and-shield-wielding warrior, who chose the Champion specialization, and romanced no-one. The next row of five indicates he sided with free mages, left Hawke in the fade, preserved the Gray Warden order, gave the Orlesian throne to Gaspard with blackmail to benefit Briala, and drank from the Well himself. End of Image Description]
Ok! Last but not least here's Isiik (pronounced iz-ick), my Inquisitor! He has probably had the MOST change since my first playthrough. He is now an extremely jaded guy who is very much here against his will and refuses to let anyone forget that. His number one goal is getting shit fixed so he can go home and be left alone. The only person he gets along with is Cole and, at times, The Iron Bull. Nearly everyone else has said something to upset him and he holds grudges like a true champion. Basically, I'm living out my 'let me be a hater' feelings through him.
Currently, I'm designing him to be Intersex and Hard of Hearing. I am not part of either of these communities myself so I'm doing my best to research and portray these parts of him as best as possible since I really want to get this right. If anyone has any good suggestions for designing a character with these traits, please know advice, feedback, and critiques are always appreciated :]
Flat versions under the cut, since this post is already too long~
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[Image Description: The same drawing as in the first image, though this time without the background or shading, making the colors easier to pick out. In the first of the two drawings, the glowing green mark remains, in addition to a glare on his sword. In the second image, both of those are removed, though a white gash remains where the mark is located. End Description.]
As always, relevant stuff will be in the replies. Thank you for the kind words and such, folks :]
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chaoticspacefam · 1 year
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“I’ve been thinking about this lately. I was trained to be a Jedi, practically from birth...I wonder if it was the right thing. I never really got the chance to choose.”
“You can do whatever you want now, Ashara.” “....I guess I’m still trying to figure out what I want.”
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ammoniteflesh · 9 months
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Here Lies the Abyss is a very silly questline. Is DA:I good? No. Am I enjoying it? Yes.
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oopsallmabari · 10 months
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man it will take 500 years but i do think i’m gonna do a full overhaul of my longfic bc like. initially when i wrote it i hadn’t played inq myself (not even sure if i’d played any of the games myself at the very start?) and like. now that i’m more familiar and have hyperfocused on da more and my writing has shifted a bit. i can do better. also i know how to outline now lmfaoo
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kirkwallguy · 10 months
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IDEAL dreadwolf romance is just something so toxic it creates nuclear discourse for several years. i need to steal a man away from his wife or fuck the main villain or something. at the VERY least i need another scene where i choose between killing and sparing them.
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ofdetonation · 1 year
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@deibreak inquired : I know I'm extremely late for Mother's Day, and this is random as hell so you don't need to reply at all, but I was thinking for our boys: What would Katsuki think of / how would he act around Rei bonus question, what would Mitsuki think of / how would she act around Shoto. ╱ unprompted.
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You know I ADORE getting questions like this! I love having the chance to really think about these kinds of things, and it's like a sort of challenge to try and formulate a headcanon that feels canon.
So, generally speaking, Katsuki is (albeit marginally) more respectful to older figures in his life... Though there are very clear exceptions to that rule. Compare his interactions with All Might and Aizawa vs. Endeavor - he might have his moments with the first two, but he also didn't call either of them a jerk right to their face.
I think that's because of the context he has of Endeavor, which is influenced by his impression during the Sports Festival (seeing him + eavesdropping on the conversation) and during their remedial classes.
And I believe this to be an important thing to address because in contrast, the only information he knows of Rei is what he overheard during the Sports Festival; that she was hospitalised after delving into insanity and giving Shoto the burn he has. He does note that Shoto holds her in a much higher regard, so he's not likely to have an issue with her like he does with Endeavor - on the contrary, he might be a bit of a bastard, but he'll be overall respectful of her.
He thinks that she should still be held accountable for any actions she's taken, but recognises her as an important figure in Shoto's life, so I doubt he has the intention to address that to her face. He probably deduces that she already knows. (And he kind of likes her. Infinitely more than Enji anyway lmao.)
As for how he acts? It'll be kind of similar with how he interacts with Fuyumi during the Todoroki dinner; a bit brash, very delinquent-like, but just a fraction more subdued than usual.
Now I might not be able to give the most accurate depiction of what Mitsuki would think of Shoto, but I'll do my best! I'll first address this with the fact that I don't think Katsuki really... Had friends come around in the past. I assume that after his falling out with Izuku + the way he interacts with the other kids in middle school, Katsuki was actually a lot more isolated than he appeared to be - and in determining all his "friends" as... Not really friends, he never bothered to introduce them to his parents.
So in Katsuki actually bringing Shoto around to his parents' home, the immediate impression is that Shoto is someone that Katsuki trusts and has let in. Oh, she'll play along with the whole "we're not friends" argument, of course... But she knows better. If Shoto wasn't a friend, he'd never meet Mitsuki.
On top of that, I think she'd enjoy his overall attitude - and that he could easily deflect Katsuki's own, which is a talent with how headstrong her son can be. As a result, I'd be expecting Mitsuki to bug Katsuki about bringing Shoto over more often tbh.
As for how she acts around Shoto... Hmm. I think she would enjoy having him around, so she might be fairly relaxed - and if Katsuki has deemed him trustworthy, she absolutely trusts his judgement on the matter. And if she ever runs into Shoto out and about, she might go to say hi, but typically lets Shoto go about his day rather than obstructing him from it.
So yeah, I think she'd like him. Which means bring him around more, Katsuki. :/
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perilegs · 1 year
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“you’d like so . las if he were attractive” he has like the most sculpted face of any companion the series has had ever and he’s very pretty. i’d be all over him IF i didn’t find him annoying
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neonteeth · 1 year
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instead of doing anything productive today i made up what marilis would be like as a companion instead of inquisitor 🧍🏻
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zerogravityinq · 6 months
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So....when was y'all gonna tell me about obsidian md? Like I was a zim desktop wiki girlie before but this??? On my phone??? And y'all ain't tell me???? I had to find out from TIKTOK whut the fuk???
The only downside is that it won't sync without a subscription (and you better not link me to some fuckshit muo article, I do t have a fuckin computer rn to deal with that shit) but aside from that looooook!
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The back linking! The headlines! The tags!!!!!
I am a mad outline nerd when it comes to my writing and this....😭 This is beautiful
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inqorporeal · 1 year
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Constantly amused by my brain swapping to another project while I'm trying to focus on just one. Now I have the missing subplots from the cyberpunk novel I had the shelve because 2016 got too real.
ADHD is a hell of a drug.
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rivilu · 1 year
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The da4 leaks are the most conflicted I think I've ever felt about anything game related in my life. The ui? Godawful. Possible warden player character? I Might Actually Purchase Your Game. The combat is just what inq would have been if they didn't pretend to care about tactics and just went all out on the fast paced fighting, which is cool, but we've seen nothing of the level up/stat selection screen so I still have 0 trust that they will let us choose out own fucking attributes like in the first two. Like my lore expectations are in hell and going down every time an inquisition event is mentioned, the gameplay is the only thing keeping my attention atm and it's so 50/50 JUST-
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chaoticspacefam · 2 years
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all their words for glory, they always sounded EMPTY
You make me laugh until I die, can you think of any better way to choke? 
And all their words for glory
Well they always sounded empty
[....] 
Way down here upon the ground
When we're lying in the dirt
There's no looking up for heaven ~ Bastille - Glory
CW: Sith Inquisitor (Alderaan) spoilers, Angst, Character Death and some Hurt/Comfort kinda-sorta-I guess at the end there XD, Below the cut!
Ni’kasi had feared the worst when Elana Thul had holo’d her to give her the news of the ambush at House Organa and that Urtel hadn’t reported back. Although they still had to travel to the Elysium and find the artifact that Zash was near-rabid about her tracking down, she felt compelled to take a momentary detour and help a fellow Sith - after all, Urtel had been nothing but kind to her, in more ways than one. As expected, they had arrived at the House Organa building to find the place in shambles, and any of the rest of Urtel’s party were far too close to death’s door to be of much use in telling her where he was. Ni’kasi’s stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot, and with a quick glance back at Andronikos to ensure the pirate was still at her side, the Pureblood took off at a run, purple bolts of electricity streaming from her fingertips to mow down any Jedi that dared try and block her path. The dull thrum of Andronikos’ blaster rifle behind her told the Pureblood that he kept close pace with her, firing at anything that she missed as she frantically searched the halls for the other Sith.
“Urtel!” she kept calling out every few paces, but never received an answer. “Urtel?!” 
Ni’kasi skidded to a stop as she rounded the corner and this time came upon a sealed blast door, hissing through her teeth in frustration. The pirate pulled up next to her, letting out a quiet, confused grunt of his own. The yelp of pain in a familiar voice on the other side of the security door launched both of them out of their adrenaline-induced stupor and back into action. Andronikos, despite his apparent earlier protests of jealousy, quickly raised his blaster and fired twice at the controls to deactivate the lockdown, barking. “Go, GO!” at her. Ni’kasi didn’t need to be told twice, the Pureblood launching forward and flying through the half-opened doorway just in time to watch the Jedi run the young Sith through with his saber.
“No!”
Ni’kasi only vaguely heard the pirate behind her curse, her vision turned red, she simply closed the distance between herself and the Jedi at alarming speed. Before the fool could so much as blink the Pureblood had extended her own hands, lightning engulfing him and streaming in a torrent around the man’s body until whatever tension was left in the muscles of his legs could no longer hold him up and the corpse dropped to the ground in front of her with a dull thump. 
Andronikos put a blaster bolt between the bastard’s eyes for good measure while Ni’kasi was more preoccupied with running to Urtel. She dropped to her knees next to him, yanking her visor up with one hand whilst the other tucked behind his head to try and hold it up. It was a solid, through-and-through stab, and the singe of burnt flesh filled the air. Urtel coughed, his eyes glassy and unfocused, but as he sensed the other Force presence beside him he did try to look in Ni’kasi’s direction. “....Y-You came back.”
“Of course I came back, silly.” she croaked, her voice cracking as she stared down at him in disbelief, knowing full well there was nothing that she could do that would save him now…but she couldn’t bear to leave him. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun now, could I?” 
Urtel tried to laugh, but the sound came out as more of a strangled wheeze than anything else. 
“...Wh-Where do…you think…we go when we die?” he choked out, voice strained. She could smell the fear radiating off of him, it settled around her like a snake, constricting tighter and tighter as he continued. “I have never…been afraid, before-” Glancing upwards to make sure they weren’t about to be set upon, she found Andronikos had taken up a post by the door, glancing over his shoulder at her to flash the Sith inquisitor a faint, but reassuring smile. I’ve got this. Stay with him.
Ni’kasi shushed Urtel softly, settling next to him and cradling his head the best she could. She couldn’t save him. But at least he wouldn’t have to die alone and afraid. “Shhh, shh shh. Hey. Look at me, it’s okay.” she promised, willing herself not to cry. “Urtel. Look at me, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here.” the Pureblood whispered, her own breath leaving her in a shuddering gasp as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to the other Sith’s forehead. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right here…”
She felt some of the tension in his muscles relax at her assurances, and her heart broke all over again.
“...Th-Thank you.”
“I’m so sorry.” she murmured back, with all sincerity. “I should have been quicker-”
“You are here. That’s all that m-matters.” Urtel managed to give her a final, weak smile, reaching up with a shaky hand to try and brush aside the stray lock of hair that had fallen past her visor.
His fingers never touched her hair before the Sith went limp in her arms. 
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The rest of the report to Elana Thul went by as a blur, Ni’kasi couldn’t say she remembered much of it at all, but one sentence in particular kept buzzing around her skull like an angry hornet as she went through the motions of fetching the stupid artefact for Zash and came back to the ship to deliver the report to her master. 
Asset.
He was an asset. 
Zash, too, described the fallen Sith Lord in similar terms, when Ni’kasi had brought up the news of his death her master had waved it off in a very nonchalant fashion, as if it didn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things (and realistically, to Sith it didn’t).
“Oh, that is most unfortunate, apprentice. But nothing you need concern yourself with. We will find other Sith to replace the posts so that House Thul will remain safe - and more importantly, indebted to us.” 
Asset. Just an asset.
Years of holding her tongue in the slave pits of Dromund Kaas served Ni’kasi well, but she was immensely glad for her oversight of not removing her visor when they’d returned to the ship. It meant Zash wouldn’t be able to see the look in her eyes as she bristled at the blasé tone in the Darth’s voice and instead forced out an agreement of: “Of course, my Lord. It wouldn’t do to lose their favour now.”
“No indeed. Elana Thul invited you to a little celebration, I hear?” Zash continued, shaking Ni’kasi back into the present and forcing her to put her own emotions at bay for the time being.
“Y-Yes, my Lord. Though I’m of half mind to decline.”
Zash beamed at her, suspiciously cheerful. It unsettled her.
“No, by all means, you two go and enjoy yourselves for a few hours! You’ve earned it!” the Darth insisted. “I’ll see you back on Dromund Kaas immediately afterward, but what is life without a few of the indulgences, mhm?” 
“If you insist, Master.” the Pureblood dipped her chin, leaning her hands against the edge of the projector as Zash disconnected the call. The hologram of the Darth blinked out of existence, and Ni’kasi finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realised she had been holding in, her head drooping in defeat.
“You alright, Sith?”
The Pureblood said nothing, but the way that she wordlessly reached up with one hand, all but ripped the mask from her face and threw it across the main hold, said everything. 
“Okay. Yeah. Stupid question, I know.” she heard Andronikos’ footsteps behind her as the pirate slowly approached her from where he had been leaning on the bulkhead, just out of view of the projection lens. 
Ni’kasi said nothing at first, a low snarl slipping from between her teeth as she braced the hand back against the projector. “You…wanna talk about it?” Andronikos offered, a little wary, but apparently trying his best to be supportive regardless.
She had no words to tell him how much she appreciated it. For several long moments, they stand in silence, the pirate staring at her, and the Sith staring at the grain of the metal beneath her. Her fingers trembled as they curled against the surface they were pressed against, as if imagining something else beneath them instead. 
Asset. Asset. Replaceable.
“They don’t even care.” she spat, words laced with contempt, without looking up at Andronikos. “None of them care that he’s dead. All they care about is the fucking war.” 
Maybe the Empire was far more broken than she had first thought.
“Yeah. Not so great of ‘em, is it? Seems to be a regular thing for…other Sith.”
“He was a person.” Ni’kasi growled in protest, before Andronikos could imply she should be lumped in with Zash’s ilk, the threat of angry tears stinging in her eyes though none fell. “He was a person, not an asset.” she might not have had feelings for Urtel. But she had liked him, and he didn’t deserve to die. Not like that. He deserved to have someone care about the fact that he was gone, not just brush over it like he was another karking statistic and rush to find his next replacement.
“I know.” Andronikos nodded, sighing deeply as he propped his hip against the projector next to her. “And I get that you’re angry…just, don’t start swingin’ at me for it, yeah?”
The Pureblood barked out a dry laugh, finally lifting her head. “I would never.” she promised, trying to soften her tone. “I wouldn’t want to scare you off.” the ghost of a smile flickered across her lips as she studied him, then. “I would miss you.”
Andronikos smiled back at her, gently. “I’d miss ya too, Sith.” he promised, spreading his arms out in a silent question. She couldn’t recall the last time she had gotten a hug. The concept seemed almost…foreign, to the inquisitor now. But something about the gesture soothed some of the hurt she felt in that moment and so, equally as silent, she stepped into his arms with a sigh.
“We don’t gotta go to that party if you don’t want.” he mumbled into her hair as she pressed her forehead into his jacket and took a deep, but shaky breath. “We can just…sit here for a bit, I guess, if Zash is so insistent on giving us “time off”.”
She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head into his shoulder. “No. I…think it’d be good to take my mind off things, the wine will help with that.” 
Not that she would need much of it. But still. It would help. 
“Can’t say I wouldn’t look forward to seein’ you done up in an evening gown.” Ni’kasi could hear the grin in the pirate’s voice. “Alright, then. We’re all set for travelling to Kaas when we’re done, so…” whenever she was ready, essentially.
“Then far be it from me to disappoint.” she joked back. The Pureblood closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the comforting, familiar contact for just a moment longer before she finally wiggled out of the pirate’s grip and stepped back. “Okay. But meet me in the cargo hold first.” 
Andronikos’ expression is one of equal parts confusion and hopefulness as he tilted his head at her and asked. “What for…?”
“I’m going out on a limb and I’m going to assume you don’t know how to dance.” the Sith grinned back at him. “We’re going to have to fix that before we leave, can’t have you embarrassing me can I~”
#swtor#swtor fanfiction#elven's writing#by the stars#subterfugeverse#subterfugeverse oneshot#swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai#sith inquisitor#sith inquisitor spoilers#(i mean...this part has been out for a decade now but *just in case* lmfao)#andronikos revel#urtel moren#ni'kasi/andronikos#hi hello i am working on other things i owe people i SWEAR#but i had an uncontrollable urge to write this this evening. so i did.#listen urtel always gives me *FEELINGS*#and while i do agree that thematically it makes *sense* that the thuls and the others don't *care*#it upsets me immensely that *even if you have a fling with him*; the only responses your inq can give are super flippant and nonchalant too#so have a oneshot of kas's *ACTUAL* reaction to the urtel thing ;;-;;#good thing andronikos gives good hugs huh 🥺#listen he can be very somft when he wants to be and she really needed that hug this time lmao#also yes the end *IS* a reference to the dance scene/oneshot i posted wips of before#its still in WIP hell atm cause i had no idea where to slot it in in the story#but *NOW* i do so i will 100% be editing/finishing that up too#consider that the fill in the gaps oneshot(s) of how kas and andronikos got serious <3#oh and pls excuse any borked/weird formatting; i did the vast majority of the formatting via mobile so i may have missed some italics etc#sjejjdkdjd#but other than that pls enjoy the angst#i do plan to post this & the other ask oneshots on AO3 sometime soon#when i can get enough PC time to do the formatting hahaha
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sennikold · 1 year
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i bullied my little sister into playing da and she got obsessed with it like me. anyway, i’m just watching her recruit my man black/wall on a livestream while i finish some work stuff.
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