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My first ever application of eye shadow. Thoughts?
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yourfellowhuman07 · 1 year
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Where Do We Go Now?
A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction
The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?
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I have returned with chapter two! I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 2: Horizon Lines
Wrong Hordak sat on a log staring at the horizon as it changed colors. Fading from reds and yellows to pinks and purples. He should be with the others celebrating the defeat of the tyrant he once called a brother; instead, he sat running through every memory he had.
When Prime was defeated, the hive mind broke, releasing all the memories locked away during reconditioning, causing Wrong Hordak to get a splitting headache and a flood of newly released memories.
As the clone ran through his memories, there was always this group of clones he saw that he felt a connection to. There was one clone that stuck out from the group. He was of a higher rank than the rest, which did not make sense because all the little brothers were equal in Prime’s eyes. Then things became clear. The clone served as a general, and Wrong Hordak and the rest were his guards. Wrong Hordak felt a connection to these clones. It was like the relationship he had with his other brothers, only on a deeper level. He ran through his memories again and he was able to piece together words from his memories. One notable thing was that, when not around other clones, they would call each other by their serial numbers instead of a brother. Also in the earlier days of their being together, they were much more independently minded than other clones. That attitude calmed down over the years, but the feelings still lingered. As he ran through even more memories, one day, the group of clones was gone. Then, there was only blackness, until he was awoken by Entrapta, and that was only three months ago.
Wrong Hordak then wondered what happened to all of them. Had they died in battle like many of his brothers, or had they survived?
All Wrong Hordak knew was that he needed to see them again. However, he knew now, is not the best time to seek them out. He could tell despite all the joyful celebration, there is an underlying uncertainty within the crowd about what is to come next.
Wrong Hordak once again lifted his head to gaze at the horizon one last time before standing up and returning to the rest of the Princess Alliance and their merrymaking.
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crashed-keys · 4 months
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playing p5s has made me realize i am literally only good at turn based rpgs
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stellarspecter · 7 months
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@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
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Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.
Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU
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deltaruminations · 4 months
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what if gaster in a future chapter calls out the audience for speculating so much about him. the guy canonically has some amount of access to Real Life Social Media. like i started this mostly as a joke but there are definitely some real metanarrative opportunities for a character with recklessly curious impulses, and possibly a fragile sense of self, having nearly limitless access to streams of debate over whether or not he’s a bastard. rude to talk about someone who’s listening etc
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time-woods · 5 months
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Chasing Stars au ! !
forgot to put the fic up here ! its the comic pages plus 2 chapters so far ! (finished the second one today)) but yea ! actually writing the fic !
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marblerose-rue · 1 year
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it's this way! / squirrelpaw and leafpaw
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essektheylyss · 1 year
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Honestly, the implication with the Sendings that there is something wrong with the leylines and the weave of magic in Exandria is so funny to me. There is a non-zero chance, not even a low chance, that Ludinus is pissed because he got tossed to some random point in Exandria, and now he has to walk places. And maybe get on a ship. God forbid.*
But this also has a lot of other implications. The leylines tend to be associated with both intra- and interdimensional travel, as well as things like Scrying, Sending of course, and possibly other methods of divination.
It is also possible that, given what we know about dunamis, that dunamancy is also tied to the leylines or the weave in some way.
We know that divine magic is at least working—but we only know this to be true of divine magic granted by a god of the Pantheon.
So, with all of that in mind, a HIGHLY incomplete sample of things that may or may not be happening across Exandria while the Hells A-Team is traveling to Uthodurn:
Yussa is torn between gratitude for being free from the menace of Caleb Widogast teleporting into his house and Jester Lavorre sending him messages at all hours, and irritation that he can't get any of his work done because it all has to do with planar magic.
Any gratitude wears off when Fjord and Jester come banging on his door because Jester cannot send any messages nor contact Artagan, who is bound by the rules of the planes and by extension the leylines (since he can, unlike the gods, pass mostly freely from plane to plane).
Fjord's magic is completely fine because he is operating on sheer force of will and obeys no laws known to mortals, physics, or nature. Essek, who was holed up in the Lavorres' spare room for the week, is absolutely pissed because half of his magic is broken (and also he has no idea where his partner is).
Caleb and Beau take like seven hours to get the collar off before discovering that they are stuck somewhere in the Issylran tundra. (They would probably get fined by the Slayer's Take for the number of bounties they take out their rage on, if the Slayer's Take had ANY idea who the fuck they were.)
Caduceus is cheerfully gardening and has no idea this has happened. Melora decides not to bother him. Let him live in bliss, unlike the rest of Exandria.
Dorian has been having a meltdown into his Sending stone while Opal and Dariax run rampant and Cyrus looks very pretty but does absolutely nothing. It has no effect.
Keyleth is sitting in a daze somewhere next to a tree that will not open wondering if the last thirty-six hours were a fever dream.
The city of Syngorn saw the moon nonsense, panicked, tried to hop to the Feywild, then panicked harder. Fortunately, they could not contact anyone, and Allura Vysoren did not have to hear about it.
Ludinus has murdered several people. It has gotten him no closer to leaving whatever random part of the Tal'dorei countryside he is menacing.
Somewhere, there is a bird. That bird saw this beam, looked down into a very old, very precious orb, and said, "Not this fucking shit again."
All in all, very funny couple of days Exandria is happening. I'm sure things will not get any worse.
*I know he traveled by ship to the peace talks, okay, but that was for appearances. He didn't have shit to be doing at the time.
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daylite-writes · 26 days
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Yandere Xiao Thoughts
cw: previous kidnapping, mild self harm, yandere, soft yandere, fairly mild.
Oh immortal yanderes. The ones that steal you away, the ones that don’t quite understand how humans work. The ones that didn’t do their research.
The ones in over their head.
Learning quickly how much humans need socialization, need stimulation, need sun and nature. Learning quickly how badly humans react to being deprived of it.
Xiao doesn’t know how to react once it starts getting to you. You’re breaking down more often, quicker anger, quicker to cry. Pacing the small area he’s forced you into. At first, he thought you were just going through a… rougher period of adjustment. Until your coping mechanisms become self destructive.
He doesn’t know what do when he comes back from patrolling Liyue to find the skin of your forearms red, covered in scratches from your own nails. He offers little except panted out comforts and promises of safety as he pins you down, trying to keep your hands off you, deathly afraid of you hurting yourself even more. This goes on for hours, until you eventually fall asleep, exhausted and worn out from the months.
After a short consolation with Zhongli, the reality that he’s been caring for you horribly becomes apparent. His previously iron will and rules eroding a bit as he tries to meet the less visible, psychological needs that a human requires.
But bending his own rules for you does not mean freedom.
You need sunlight? You’re in his lap for hours, his arms wrapped around you as you two sit in the sun atop a isolated mountain peak. It’s better than nothing, but he refuses to let go. This becomes routine.
You need mental stimulation? Entertainment and occupation? Zhongli suggests books, but Xiao decides on you singing and playing music. So he can hear it. You’ve never played, but when he presents you with several masterfully crafted instruments, you eventually have no choice but to take a violin bow into your hands and open the guide book he gave you. What else is there to do. He’s always lingering whenever you’re learning.
You’re touch starved? Now his hands won’t leave your skin. It’s not even lewd, more threatening as he rests his hand around the back of your neck, or forces you to hug him.
Previously, you felt like a little bird in a cage, never to fly, owned by a passive master. Now though, you’re role is that of an unwilling lap dog. Better, even if you yearn for something else.
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otaku553 · 4 months
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Something funny for your spy x family ASL au
Luffy took ONE look at loid and internally went 'oh sweet. He's a spy like sabo' and never brings it up while anya just stares at him horrified and like with ace and sabo, he just never brings it up.
This also happens with yor and anya makes a funny noise
(As i am typing this my dog has the zoomies and is running around like a maniac)
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HAHA YEAH THIS WOULD DEFINITELY HAPPEN
I think loid’s a good enough actor that luffy wouldn’t figure it out immeditely from like just a few seconds of meeting him but give him a minute or a few and he’ll figure it out on vibes alone
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yourfellowhuman07 · 1 year
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Where Do We Go Now?
A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction
The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?
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Chapter three is here! Please enjoy!
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Chapter 3: Now or Never
Hordak’s eyes were wide, and his muscles were tense. Entrapta was kissing him. He felt like he was malfunctioning. Hot sparks coursed through his veins. He felt a heat rise to his cheeks and twitching ears. Before he could properly react, she quickly pulled away, slamming her mask down on her face.
“I’m sorry I should have asked you first! That was stupid of-”
“Do not say that!” Hordak shot up from his sitting position, his eyes practically staring into her soul.
Entrapta looked at him dumbfounded. That was the first time he had ever interrupted her, ever.
“Entrapta you are the most intelligent being on any planet I have ever been to. You rival even the most renowned scientist in the history of life as we know it.  You are the kindest, most curious, most beautiful being that can find worth in everything you come across. Even me, so never call yourself stupid.”
Entrapta lifted her mask to meet Hordak’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful too.”
It is now, or never, Hordak thought. He took Entrapta’s gloved hands and lowered himself onto one knee.
“Princess Entrapta, from the moment I laid eyes on you, you stole my heart and locked it away to where I could never find it again. When you were taken away from me, you took the very air I breathed with you. When you were not with me my heart ached, and I wished you were there. Even when I thought you betrayed me, I longed for you to be by my side again. I regret every moment I believed Catra’s lies and wish I could have saved you from Beast Island. Even when I had no memories of you, I still ached from your absence, and when I saw you again for the first time, I felt a joy I had never experienced in my 132 years of living. In short, I love you, Entrapta, and I will dedicate every day for the rest of my life to your protection and happiness.”
Hordak stared at her nervously, waiting for a response. Entrapta’s mask was back down, and the moonlight was hitting the glass at an angle that made it impossible to see her eyes. Entrapta then stood up, followed by Hordak. Entrapta began to rock herself back and forth. Hordak had seen this reaction before. It meant she was thinking intently and was stressed about her answer. She then stopped and looked up at Hordak. She lifted her mask to reveal a wide grin across her face before tackling Hordak. She kissed his face before giving him a peck on the lips.
“I’m in love with you too.”
Hordak used his large hands to cup her face. He leaned down to plant his thin lips on her full ones. He had no clue what he was doing but went on taking his cues from Entrapta. Entrapta wrapped her arm around his neck, careful not to stick her hands in his neck port. The couple backed into the tree, causing pink flower petals to fall. While imperfection is beautiful, this moment was beautifully perfect.
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the-ardent-dilettante · 4 months
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Another thing that Fallen London is about, among the many things that Fallen London is about, is by various circumstances coming into the possession of some item that you've never seen before and of which you know no purpose and just kind of having to go huh. well this will probably come in handy someday.
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sixleggedboar · 2 years
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Maul undercover as a senator and dressed to KILL in the most elegant and extravagant (but still flashing those tits) formal outfit
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Fashion is my passion. *coughs*
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apollos-boyfriend · 1 month
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i think it’s funny that to most of my friends/family i’m probably this really secretive closed-off person because i do Not have social media so the most they ever hear of my life is bits and pieces from other people’s posts meanwhile i over share to roughly 6.5k people on a literal daily basis. i am the exact Opposite of closed-off and secretive
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tittysuckersworld · 4 months
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@lotus-pear uhh congrats on 5k!!! this is first time doing a dtiy and am sorta still new to famdom but yee was fun draw(exept the face hand oh gob-) hope have nice day
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(also is with fem dazai because...... women<3<3)
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