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nitromethane · 8 months
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scene eule
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kurz-qw · 6 months
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THIS GAME makes you LIKE WOMEN!
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shandsformation · 8 months
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I don’t know anything about transformers but you guys look like you’re having fun, where do I start there’s so much content.
(Also what got you into transformers)
basically
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@sleepyeule's fault im here skjdhgskd she kept throwing comic panels and lore bits at me til I just gave in lmao
hmmm when it comes to where to start I suggest maybe picking up one of the shows :o? or check out the bumblebee movie or ROTB
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prapais · 1 year
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boss: if peat told you to jump off a bridge would y- fort: yes
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mythtiide · 1 month
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todays, yesterdays, and day before yesterdays falklers! literally i have not been drawing much this week, just really cant lock in like i need to . anyways! 🐇
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rhythmickorbit · 9 months
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friends and I are playing a ttrpg game in the setting of the game signalis. It is wonderful. I’m not nearly finished the game yet but my GM is Very Familiar with the lore. Depicted is my eule Lamm taking regulations as suggestions.
text by @metathefool. Also i didnt invent the meme obv but i did do this drawing.
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so was anybody gonna tell me that the eusan government was shipping units in signalis so they didnt revolt or was I supposed to figure that out myself?
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muttonthings · 6 months
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Kdrama Challenge
Day 2: Best Female Lead
Kim Yu-mi- Yumi's Cells
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Shin Ha-ri- Business Proposal
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Jeong Tae-eul- The King: Eternal Monarch
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Hong Cha-young- Vincenzo
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Ko Mun-young- It's Okay to Not be Okay
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Nam Haeng-seon- Crash Course in Romance
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problemeule · 6 months
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rotating death note the musical in my mind. have I seen it? No. Will I try to find a recording? Probably not. Will I keep rotating it in my head? Yeah, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for like 3 days straight.
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there's not a single fic for Sound of Magic on ao3. can't believe if i want to read a fic where Ah Yi and Il Deung, now both established magicians, meet again ten years later and reminisce about Ri Eul, admit they were both a little bit in love with him, fall in love themselves, then invite Ri Eul to the wedding, not expecting him to show up, but he does because of course he does, and then the three of them put on a traveling show together, and Ri Eul is the best godfather to Ah Yi and Il Dueng's eventual children, and they create a dynasty of magicians that lasts for generations-- if i want to read that fic, i guess i have to write it myself.
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schattenmagier · 2 years
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// Finished all my drafts on this blog!!! HECK YES!!!
Tho if I missed something plz dm me!!!
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prapais · 1 year
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what do you think of when you talk about “fort”?
+ bonus: fort’s reaction
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sassmill · 1 year
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Glizzy mit Senf
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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months
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Would you do another Clark Kent X top!male reader with a scent/ musk kink?
Something like both the reader and Clark are kryptonians and scent is really important and strong for them. They’re having their like first time from being away from each other in a while and Clark goes feral for the readers smell.
Thanks for your consideration :)
Clark Kent x kryptonian male reader
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This took like three times as long as normal to write. This is also loosely inspired by this toecurlingly delicious ghostsoap fic I read the other day. Also, kryptonian headcanons be upon ye.
Theres no actual in hole action in this and its shorter than normal cuz Im trying out kryptonian words, so I’ll add a translation under the cut.
Zughozh = war suit, armor
Zrhymin = spouse, masculine
Zhao = romantic love, lust
Ugahn = mission, task, job
Usemehd = longing, craving
Vahn = passive form, to smell or sniff
Kolir = to touch or feel
Jurim = Skin
Wailagehd = satiation, fullness, wholeness
Shom = fire
Ehvahn = Active form, to smell or sniff
Eul = God
Eurredhuhs = shrine, church, temple
Zrhueiao = beautiful, appealing
The mechanical door barely shut behind the two of you before you were all over one another, hands grabbing at fabric and tearing, teeth biting, tongues licking, growls and purrs leaving the strange piece of biology your species possess in their throat and chest. A loud trilled noise leaves Clare as you tear the fabric of his Zughozh and dig your thumbs into the spot under his pecs, where humans have their solar plexus.
Clarks knees buckle like wet tissue paper as you massage at his sunspot, an organ settled in the same area as the solar plexus on humans, an area that stores the extra radiation you gather from the sun that isn’t used to sustain or give you power. Normally it means nothing, but between Zrhymin who share a deep zhao, the meaning it deeper, as the organ grows sensitive in response to one’s other half and their presence.
A long time has passed since you two have been together, separated by Ugahn, as your duties as heroes fill your lives so deeply. But it doesn’t stop the two of you from feeling the deep Usemehd for the others Vahn and Kolir, to rub and lick the heavy scents and musk off one another’s Jurim and make it part of oneself. You were less effected, as you had stayed on earth as Clark was away on his mission, giving you the ability to return to the fortress of solitude or your shared home to take in Clark’s scent and musk.
But Clark had had no one but himself for all this time, leaving him feeling empty and lacking Wailagehd, his inner most needs and cravings left longing and aching. Even as he would lay awake at night pleasuring himself to the thought of you, of your scent, of your strong musk, and the pheromones you carried that set him on shom. Even as he keened into the night, making himself finish over and over, always left lacking and empty without you there to purr at him, to touch him and rub your essence all over his Jurim.
Maybe it was because of your higher caste, born of a higher evolved stage of kryptonians, that left your scent so addicting to Clark. Left him feeling like an addict huffing your laundry and used towels as he jerked himself off, feeling like some kind of pervert. But the way you reacted similarly to his own scent, and how you were quick to spread his legs, or bend him over whatever surface present, told him you craved him just as deeply.
But the separation had left Clark so deeply Usemehd, that you found him collapsing to his knees, his strong grip tearing your Zughozh with a level of desperation and neediness you had so rarely seen from your Zrhomin. His face was quickly buried in the crevice between your thigh and your torso, Clark making sure to inhale and Ehvahn your very essence, his hands massaging and rubbing at you as if worshipping you like some type of Eul in a Eurredhuhs.
As your fingers run through Clarks curls, trying to pull him back so as to kiss him, your Zrhomin growls, his eyes cracking open just a smidge to glare at you with glowing red eyes. His lip pulls back just enough to show off his sharper canines, his action only causing soft laughter to leave you as you pull him closer to your body, letting him indulge himself as deeply as he wants.
His worship makes you throb, hard and leaking, something that only strengthens your musk and smells, which only seem to work Clark even harder. The steady drip drip drip you can hear between Clark’s thighs tell you he is just as soaked, his cum soaking through his boxers and onto the floor in a puddle, just from touching you alone.
He is Zrhueiao between your thighs, nose burying deeper into your crevices and musk filled areas, his wet tongue and mouth leaving you slick and heady, the guttural purrs passing your lips matching his own. Before the night is over, you will have covered Clark in all you are, as will he to you, and though only other kryptonians would be able to smell, it will settle something deep and primal in the both of you.
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five-one-two-station · 2 months
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Everybody should have their own fun, and this isn't trying to harsh anybody's buzz, but I find the impulse to make your own cutesy/badass Replika oc doing funny or heroic or badass things a little odd. Like, that character you designed as a super badass soldier, or well-armed and armored steely eyed cop type... who would they have been built to fight or police exactly? Remember who all those guns and weapons were intended for use on?
I know we're all sick of discourse over who "gets" the game, and I'm by no means scolding anybody for something that harmless, but what's interesting to me is the sense that designing overtly "cool" Replika personas and OCs, complete with the propaganda poster style imagery, feels a little...
I mean, bluntly, it's like the in-world propaganda worked, unironically, on some level, for many people. Kolibris aren't scary, they're whimsical and fun! Storches aren't notably cruel enforcers and chain gang drivers, they're Protektors! Falke isn't a camp commandant, she's a beautiful angel!
The Replikas aren't cool and heroic figures in the reality of the game. They're the carefully crafted organs of a system of control so dreadful it could do what it did to Elster and Ariane. They're victims to that system themselves too, sure - and humanising them is a nuanced and valuable observation of how totalitarian regimes maintain themselves - but that doesn't negate the fact they're also the ones who operate, enforce and perpetuate it, a big part of what the game knows and communicates about such societies. It's notable that the game makes it clear few, if any, of the Replikas actually buy into the Nation as an ideal at all - they enforce it no less pitilessly anyway, incapable or unsafe to imagine anything else.
Their affectations, pasttimes, trinkets, and even affections for each other, all serve to draw a stark contrast to how callously they regard the gestalts they keep suppressed. Their disposability is something they're conscious and fearful of themselves, but fail to recognise as a commonality with the people they brutalise every day, their business as usual. The only grief, tragedy or suffering they acknowledge is their own - they have no regard for any such things in the humans they have... well, dehumanised.
But S-23 Sierpinski was such a hellhole for most of its denizens under "normal" conditions that the nightmare it becomes is arguably an improvement; if only because there are fewer people left now to suffer it. There's a dark poetry here - because the place's banal cruelty is "off camera" to us, it's very naturally less real to us than the grief of the crying Eule. It's only natural, too, to forget how grim the Replikas' purposes are when you don't have to see anyone endure the brunt of it.
And isn't that the very same effect a state like the Nation is seeking in the first place, by disappearing people away to such dark little corners to have it done? In our world, no less than that one.
That works like a kind of propaganda too, not being able to see it - a propaganda of hidden things, as powerful as any poster. A space that's been intentionally left blank.
Kolibris are literal thought police; they intrude on people's very minds, interrogating them to death as a matter of course, with hardly a care either way. The various Protektor classes are functionally concentration camp guards and slave drivers. Falke and Adler are overseeing what amounts to a gulag, one so unimaginably awful Ariane preferred to spend years of her life alone in space to the prospect of being sent there, and inevitably worked to death, far underground.
I think there's a reason we never see one of those posters for LSTRs in game. How could we be asked to forgive our own if we ever did?
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