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crown-queen-bambee · 10 months
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Park Recreation Center
Royal News: Their Majesties King Johnathan and Queen Bambee have open up a recreation center over the weekend. It's the Park Recreation Center. The center has an after school program and day care. Gym, game room, kitchen, study room, music room and art room are included. The Royals continue to improve the community in the best ways. Tutors are also available for students that need extra help. This is a great place for family time and to meet new friends.
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myimaginarymary · 11 months
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I’m waiting for certain fandoms to realize that these two men are based on the same historical person.
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And that is this man.
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Or is it known but just ignored?
AKA — One interpretation made him sexy. The other Jonathan Groffed him/Lin Manueled (Man-uel Handled???) him.
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squishycheekanon · 20 days
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La da de da viking Price for the win🛡️🌺
Your heavy snow boots trudged through the thick mounds of pure white snow, the freezing breeze was pinching and nipping at your cheeks. The cold had began to hurt your nose as you breathed, the back of your throat dry. Trying your hardest to keep warm, you shove your chin and mouth further into the top of your coat and breathe out hot air.
You only wanted to hunt for food and go back home, but seeing as you couldn’t find any animals near your little cabin, you had to venture elsewhere for the hunt. Something you annoyingly regretted the further away from home you got.
An exaggerated sigh left you for the twentieth time today as you knelt down on the ground feeling the snow start to soak into the material of your trousers. Pulling your bow off of your body and an arrow from the quiver that was strapped to your back. You drew back the string of your bow, holding the arrow steadily in place.
Closing your eyes, you waited. Listening oh so carefully, for anything. The sound of any animal to make itself known to you. A while passed, all you could hear was the soft wind and a nearby steam trickling quietly.
Until the snort of a deer had your eyes shooting open and your weapon aiming at the creature. Exhaling slowly, you let go, the arrow whipping through the air heading straight for the unknowing animal but ultimately hitting a different target. A huge gasp left you as you watched the arrow go straight into the chest of a man, the deer snorted before running off.
You grunted annoyed and dropped everything to run to the injured man. Your eyes set upon his figure. Large and strong, you recon if you’d hit anywhere else on him that’d he probably wouldn’t have collapsed. Probably would have grabbed the end of the arrow with his big sturdy hands and pulled it straight out like nothing happened. Probably.
The realisation started to set in the more you stared at him, you just shot a man. “Oh my, I’m…I’m so sorry!” You panicked falling to your knees next to him where he was on the ground. His blue eyes meeting yours, looking at you as though you were an alien. His nostrils flared as he quietly grunted, feeling the pain begin to spread throughout his chest and body.
“I was hunting and….and you…y-you stepped in front of the deer. I’m so sorry.” Your hands hovers over his injured while your mind began to become frantic with how to proceed. You eyed the expensive leather that graced his bulky figure. Wrapping around every muscle eagerly. The fur cloak that was spread around him, clearly from a hunt.
It did little to hide the tattoos on his arms. Further up chainmail covered his shoulders proving how sharp you’d made your arrows for it to pierce the chainmail that presumably sat below his tunic and leather. You took note of his face better now, thin lips almost covered by a bushy moustache all connected with thick mutton chops and a full, long beard that caught your attention a little too much.
“Are ya’ done ogling me lass?” He gritted his teeth, wrapping his hand around the arrow and yanking it out. He groaned loudly, deep and rough just like his voice when he spoke. It sent shivers through your body in an unholy way. Nothing like you’d ever felt before.
“Are you a royal from the mainland?” You asked, worry underlining your question.
He bellowed at that, “Ne’er erd’ that one before.” His laugh trailed off as he pressed his fingers into his wound and pulled them away watching the blood drip down his hand.
“My bag.” He was gesturing to the bag that lay a few meters over from where he was. You scrambled to grab it, desperately trying to pull it open. The leather satchel was medium size with about a hundred strings tying it shut.
“W-What do you need?” You were stumbling over your words as you took noticed of the blood that was seeping out of his wound and staining the snow beneath him.
The man grabbed your shaky hands in his and whispered “Breathe.” You listened hesitantly, taking a deep breath.
“Y’know I think I’m supposed to be reassuring you.” A breathless laugh leaving you sounding more like a scoff, he let out a chuckle his face scrunching up in pain.
“In the bag, the bottle with the red liquid.” Nodding quickly, you searched through the bag and pulled out the bottle, pulling the cork out with your teeth and looking at him for instructions. He took the glass container and poured it over his wound and drank the rest of it.
You watched as his heavy panting of pain began to level out. He soon sat up and looked at you curiously, “I’ve ne’er seen ye round these parts before.” He states though you’re pretty sure it was a question, you simply shrug and stand up. He followed suit, a shock jolting through you when he stands only to tower over you greatly.
“I, um really am sorry. It truly was an accident.” You wring your hands together before offering one of them to him. He looks surprised and you don’t blame him, you’re sure a woman has never made this gesture to him before.
“Svo fallegt,” he seemed to look over you for a moment then let his large hand wrap itself around yours with a shake, “S’okay.”You nodded letting go of his grip and making your way to pick up your bow and quiver.
“What’s ya name?” He asked suddenly feeling a wave of panic as he watched you walking away from him. You answered, waiting for his in return. “Price. John Price.”
Now where had you heard that name before?
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jesterjamble · 9 months
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TMA art of the week :D
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carciinogen · 3 months
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Sleepy TMA Headcannons (Because I'm Sleepy)
Martin: He snores, mumbles, AND drools. John doesn't really mind, but has occasionally woken up to a quiet "john hi hello..mm I love youuu" or a distraught "NOOoo don't you take my sandwhich..."
John: Sleeps with his eyes open. Along with this, he has the tendency to mumble out coherent sentences. Some of these have been: "have a seat", "what did you say your name was?", or: "this is great, but unfortunately, I appear to be asleep" (Martin ended up putting that one on a magnet).
Sasha: Punches and kicks in her sleep. After hearing this, Tim would always ask "Punch yourself awake again, huh?" whenever she came in tired.
Tim: Cries in his sleep. Along with that, he has been known to sleepwalk. Once, he woke up to find an entire omelette sitting in front of him. He doesn't know where it came from, and he's still haunted by that.
Daisy: She doesn't like to admit this, but she'll frequently wake up from dreams in which she's chasing someone to find she had been running in her sleep. This also has the added bonus of launching everything off her bed.
Basira: Cannot stay still. She must rotate every thirty minutes, much like a turkey. Maybe that's just because she likes to sleep on the floor, though.
Melanie: MUST fall asleep to music. That, or some variety of nature white noise. She also frequently rolls off her bed.
Elias: Sleeps like a log. Nothing could wake that man up, not even an actual flood. That did happen once, and yep, you guessed it: He somehow slept through it.
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minor edit, saw the nuh-uh memes and kind of had to :>
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phantomstatistician · 10 months
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Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Sample Size: 17,072 stories
Source: AO3
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ophanim-vesper · 10 months
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do you guys think they would be friends
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ashrooms · 8 months
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More commentary on the headcanons:
Switch!spot so real. He subs easily but damn can he get intense if he wants to.
Not beating the puppy allegations with all the grinding 👀 (imagine just casually grinding w him while watching tv or something... like it's not even a big deal..)
Spot w strap vs reader w strap, who will win???
We see in the movie how he can easily be more dominant when pushed, that most certainly translates in bed 😏
I'm typing A LOT, so click to read more ✨️
Of course, we all love our subby Spot (who doesn't love a cute anomaly who whimpers?) and because that's how he often presents himself, it's a genuine surprise the first time he's more aggressive. He might lose control of himself a bit and he'd definitely apologize after, saying he doesn't know what got into him (yes he does, it's you 🤭). If you're the type that's into it though, not only is he happy, but he starts thinking of more ways to ruin you. If you're not though, he absolutely respects it and promises to control himself better.
As for casually grinding on him, it has him losing his mind. The two of you might be lying down together and watching something when you push your ass into him. At first he thinks you're just adjusting yourself, but you keep doing it and start moving slowly. He looks over to your face but sees you're just watching the TV unbothered, as if you didn't realize what you were doing. If you keep it up, he moves a hand to grab your thigh and might say like, "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?". It gets him all hot and bothered, especially because you're doing it so casually 🤭, he gets so impatient.
Ohnn brainrot is real so have some dominant!Ohnn headcanons:
• Thanks to his holes, Ohnn can easily grab your wrists together with one hand. He has you pinned down, barely able to move and it all goes right to his ego and his (metaphorical) dick. Seeing you all helpless and at his mercy, it get him hot.
• If you consent to it, he'll wrap a hand around your neck. He can be gentle for like, a second, before he's tightening his grip around your throat. He finds pleasure in controlling your breath/volume.
• When fucking you from behind with the strap, and he's feeling extra cheeky, Ohnn *will* slap your ass. Bonus points if it causes you to make some sort of noise, it's like a reward for him.
• Sometimes he'll be such a little shit that he won't fuck you until you're literally begging him. He won't let you come until he's satisfied with your words, it further feeds his ego and fills his need of being taken seriously. This man eats radiation and your words of praise.
• If he's got your consent to do so, THIS MAN *WILL* OVERSTIMULATE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE A MESS, a mere puddle in his hands. Whether it be with his hands, the strap, or the vibrator, he won't stop until he's had his fill... or, y'know, you say your safe word. Speaking of which...
• Since Ohnn isn't used to being so dominant, you guys established a safe word and each of you explained your individual limits. He's very respectful what you do and don't like and tries to be mindful in bed. During normal encounters, he's always making sure to check in with you. When he's more aggressive though, he relies on your body language to help and, of course, the safe word.
• King of consent and aftercare. After such intense fucking, his number one priority is taking care of you. Need water? Boom. Pulls a bottle from a portal. All dirty from sweat and other bodily fluids? He pulls some wipes from a portal, or he portals the two of you into the bathroom so you guys can take a bath together. Body sore? Tell him where it hurts and he starts rubbing gently. Cuddles and praise soon follow, he tells you how much he loves you and how happy he is to be with you.
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ghost-in-the-corner · 3 months
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An Ode to Somewhere Else
With the official release of the Magnus Protocol coming up so quickly, I find that I'm upset with how it'll change the Magnus Archives, specifically the ending.
It was a phenomenal ending. Poignant and emotional, it felt like the perfect bookend to the story. I started balling my eyes out the moment the last tape finished. It allowed for a bit of closure with the more secondary main characters, but left the two we'd been following since the beginning up in the air.
Sure, happy endings are wonderful. It's always nice to hear every question answered. But ambiguous endings are so deep and meaningful, far closer to what you'd find in real life. Not everything is happy or set out in black and white. We can never predict what the future holds. Sometimes you get lost. That's life.
And I think that's what Jon and Martin needed. Was to get lost. No matter which way you look at it, they both had a hand in ending the world. They saw so much fear and suffering and couldn't do anything about it (not that they didn't want to). They - and by extension, the audience - knew so much. That's what makes the original ending so beautiful. They finally don't know something. We finally can't see something.
And that lack of clarity gave way to some of the most beautiful things I've ever read. The amount of TMA AUs that begin with Somewhere Else is insane and I love it. It's great that we can finally imagine them getting a happy ending. Or we can imagine them becoming even more tragic. Or both. Or neither. It's an open ending; that's what they're for. Ambiguity invites imagination.
It's not that I'm not excited for the Magnus Protocol; I'm hyped. I just wish that I listened to the Magnus Archives back before the sequel was announced, where the last click of the button was the sound of an ending spilling into somewhere else.
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crown-queen-bambee · 6 months
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[ROYAL SERIES] - Visiting Park University of Bordeaux 🐉
Today King Johnathan and I are visiting the university that we started years ago. You know we had to visit dressed in a Sorority and Fraternity attire. If you did not know, yes J and I are both part of D9. We had to bring it to France. We gave a speech to the new students and tried to meet as many as possible. Park University of Bordeaux is a more Art and Tech driven university. I majored in Art History and King Johnathan majored in Fine Arts. We want to say welcome to all the new Dragons to the Den🐉
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blklovematters · 1 month
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radiance1 · 11 months
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So I have another idea that's kinda based off my other one.
More so in the way that Danny and Vlad are a dragon and phoenix. Danny being a dragon is kinda vital to this au AnYwAyS so.
Unlike in my other half king idea aus, Danny and Vlad do not have a truce, well kinda but also not. They won't go out of their way to fight each other if say, they're on the other side of the zone or out of it and such.
But as soon as they see each other physically it's on sight.
(Like all my other half king ideas, Danny has the crown and Vlad the ring.)
It doesn't matter where or when, as soon as they so much has make eye contact they drop every damn thing they be doing- important or not, and go blow to blow. Either in words or physically.
Though most of the time, fighting in words is when they're in human form, physically is almost always going to be in mythical beast form.
Not that it's 100% but it is what it is.
The reason being that Dragons and Phoenix's are either mortal enemies, or have a harmonious relationship with each other.
And in this case there is literally no in between.
And guess which one Danny and Vlad got.
So in one of their very recent fights, they managed to mortally wound each other. Which wouldn't be possible for ghosts, but since they're also half human they managed it.
So when they decided to fuck it and disregarding their shared status of Ghost King they make the choice to go the extra mile and finish the other off.
Not that it would actually kill them, but it's literally not much in the face of their shared eternity.
After pulling off the last attack, they both get knocked out, ectoplasm and blood flowing from their wounds but instead of falling into a random part of the ghost zone they instead fall into a portal that opened under their falling bodies.
They didn't fall through time, nor to anywhere on their earth.
No, they instead fell into another dimension entirely.
Vlad fell onto a farm, a loud crash announcing his entrance from the portal. His flames were weak, barely an ember from his magnificence that once was, not even hot enough to burn anything around him.
His blood started pooling under him and he twitched, the only thing telling that he was alive. He could faintly hear the sounds of hurried footsteps, waking him from unconsciousness and he struggled to open on of his eyes.
Imagine his surprise to see a farm, and an old human couple in front of him.
On Danny's side of things, he fell into a giant pit of glowing green liquid. He woke up after he fell in, and at first he thought it was Ectoplasm, but it wasn't.
It was too filled with life, the pure opposite of the death energy he was intimately familiar with. He could feel it stitching up his wounds, he could feel it invading his body and being not at all friendly with the ectoplasm in his blood.
He managed to drag himself out of the pool, his body felt weak and feeble despite how physically it looked like it was in prime condition. He could feel himself condensing from his place on the floor, his body slowly becoming the form of a giant egg of glowing white and green with streaks of an icey blue within.
The last thing he heard was the hurried click clacks of heels nearing his location, before he blacked out, the only thing left was the edges of his consciousness.
On another note, the Kent family, even with their son being Superman. Did not expect a giant phoenix to be resting, no doubt slowly bleeding to death, outside of their house after they heard a crash.
Neither was one Barbara Kean expecting to see a dragon turn into a giant egg after dragging itself out of the Lazarus Pit.
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galliro · 3 months
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TMA cosplay from last years Ottawa Comicon
From left to right: Elias Bouchard (Post pipe murder), Johnathan Sims and Melanie King
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greasegifs · 1 year
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THE T-BIRDS and THE PINK LADIES
Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies - S01E02 (2023)
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