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slayerkitty · 8 months

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Thought I've been having about Ray, Mew, and Sand: Does Mew know that Sand and Ray were doing the do on the down low?

Because Boston and Nick know... but no one else, right?

Now, nothing might come of this information, but somehow, I feel like Mew would want to know this and finding out, let's say from Sand (or Boston, or Nick) probably wouldn't sit well with him given his current spiral.

Maybe someone should, I don't know, tell him. For science.

#thai bl #only friends the series #i am actively rooting for every one to be worse #ooops?#am I in my villain era?

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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years

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PaleyFest | 2013

#Andrew Lincoln #*#andygifs #ooops?#H A N D S #can you make one of these at Build A Bear?#always scratch your face it soothes me #art touching art really #rogue neck fuzzies 💙#excuse me but The Nose™#WHY ARE HIS HANDS SO STUNNING

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decaeysa · 1 year

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AKALI : MODERN VERSE.

this is my default for all interactions in a modern setting , please ask specifically for K/DA if you’re looking for idol akali.

name: akali jhomen tethi nickname: kali, rogue age: 23 birthday: may 11 star sign: taurus gender: cis female pronouns: she/her orientation: bisexual ethnicity: japanese & korean nationality: japanese

height: 5′3 build: athletic / muscular in the arms & legs hair colour: black hair length: tailbone eye colour: deep brown, appear red in some light skin colour: tanned, olive undertones scars:

education level: home schooled until 16 occupation: assassin / mercenary , affiliated with the tokyo yakuza

BACKGROUND.

[ bracketed is for modern fantasy verses only ]. tw. for implied sexual assault. ( not the case but worded in such a way that it could trigger someone ). minor tw for alcoholism at the end.

you grow up under the keen eye of the kinkou : an organisation with balance as its core tenet. [ balance between mankind and spirits, that’s how it’s painted to you as you grow up. ] you exist to enforce this balance, to maintain it without judgement. under your mother’s wing you don’t question it -- you just want to make her proud. but you don’t, you can’t be what she wants when her eyes are elsewhere, caring more for the girl she wishes you would be.

at just nine years old you lose everything. a wayward acolyte returns to the kinkou and slaughters your people -- your friends, the people you’ve come to call family. you don’t understand. how could a child understand? you close your eyes and try to forget. you’re brought to safety in the mountains beyond the temple, accompanied by your mother and a handful of other acolytes.

the kinkou try to rebuild, with your mother’s expectations building tenfold in the wake of your father’s death. you push yourself to your limits, forcing yourself to be good enough to inherit your mother’s title. at fourteen you start your official training, and your talent soon becomes clear to those who matter. your handiwork with both kama and kunai is second to none, [ even regardless of your lack of magical talent. ] each passing day is spent not only training but studying, though it is through these lessons you learn just how complacent the kinkou have been.

mortals die every day and nothing is done to stop them. balance seems to be less about saving people and more about being complacent. you can’t stand it. everything you’ve trained for seems like a lie. at sixteen you confront your leader, denouncing the kinkou’s ways and leaving everything you’ve known behind. it’s a mistake, but you refuse to listen to more of their precocious lies.

the outside world is tougher than you first imagined. there’s no safety to be had in numbers, and no familiarity in these cold, mean streets. with not a penny to your name you rest wherever you can, using the skills you’ve trained since birth to steal whatever you can without getting caught. you slowly begin to realise that without violence, there’s nothing left of you. a weapon is all you are.

and so you decide to use violence to your own advantage. you lie in wait outside the most popular clubs, waiting for the rich and inebriated to come stumbling out. you corner them, a knife to their throat -- even with a clear disadvantage in build, you know how to end things quickly. the only thing your mother taught you was how to kill.

a year goes by with little change: you make just enough money to survive, and frequent an apartment that lets you stay there for cheap. it’s a far cry from the comfortable life you lived before, but it makes you feel more alive.

eventually, your luck runs out. you threaten the wrong man, and you’re forced to make a choice: put your skills to good use for him, or die nameless in a ditch somewhere. your immediate answer makes him smile -- a sickening image that’ll never burn out of your mind. you see it in your dreams, sometimes.

he drags you by the arm to his car, breathing his liquor loaded breath all over you for the entire journey. you’re handed booze, cigarettes, who knows what else. you’re in no position to refuse, so you do as you’re told. the rest of the journey and whatever happened that night remains a mystery.

you awaken branded, a fresh wound on your hip to remind you who you belong to now. a cell phone rings beside you and you fumble to pick it up, answering with a slurred ‘whaddayawant’ only to be reminded who is on the other end. he gives you your first job, instructions spelled out clearly and concisely. you’re to put an end to a rival, quick and clean. just like that, years of learning to kill are finally put to the test.

when you stand over the body, you feel nothing. no remorse, no sadness... only relief. you only did what you were born to do, after all. you’ve earned your keep, impressed those that matter. it’s all you care about. what a far cry from the balance you’d set out to uphold. you spend your first pay recklessly, hoping the dopamine rush will distract you from the life you’ve fallen into.

and it does, for a time. until you awaken the very next day on the same floor with the same cell phone beside you. your particular set of skills seem to be highly in demand for those who need them, and it pays. this, you suppose, is better than being forgotten in the dirt somewhere without a chance to climb out of the hole you’ve dug yourself. one day, you promise you’ll turn the tables. until then you’ll keep your head down and obey, be the perfect little assassin you’ve been bred to be. maybe one day you’ll become so numb to it all that you won’t have to drink yourself to sleep every night. maybe one day it won’t haunt you any more.

#bro why did i write so much for this #i meant to summarise but i popped off #ooops?#* AKALI : MODERN VERSE.

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ruinedbythehobbit · 2 years

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Anyone have any good fic recommendations for eddie x reader?

Besides dad eddie, I've been loving the ones where vecna has the reader & eddie is the one to save you

I think I've gone through so many already, I might be out of things to read 😅

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #fic rec #I've seriously been reading probably too many fics #ooops?#eddie is just -#i love eddie so much #fanfic rec

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ryuuseini · 3 months

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god if people follow me for hanamusa i just realized theyre gonna be shocked that my main otp is shinsato and i have... a stupidly large polycule in which every combination is valid except shinhika. HUH

#i... i didnt think this through #ooops?

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spicyraeman · 1 month

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quick drummer lae sketch <3

#lae'zel #bg3 #bg3 band au #I said I was gonna draw less when I went back to work #but I guess I lied ooop

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homosexualfairy · 4 months

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#ooops #gay #lgbtqia #lgbt #gay men #memes #lol #humor #tiktok

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gaesaekkii · 1 year

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Hyeon definitely didn't mean to disappoint but then, there were plenty of factors he simply couldn't control, like, getting their food, coffee.. and overall making it to the office. Twenty minutes were a bit of a tight schedule. "I did my best.." There was a tiny pout on his lips because Joongi indeed sounded a bit stern and serious, which had his knees maybe a tiny bit weak. Hyeon watched Joongi, licking his lower lip slowly. "We both don't want to just have lunch.." And so he locked the door.

Seeing the younger pout almost made him give in and simply say he was forgiven.. god, this boy really did have him wrapped around his finger. About to say something about the last statement, only to be distracted by the man locking the door. It made him smirk and lean against the table he did his work at. Arms crossed on his chest.

“You know what Hyeon, I absolutely love you. You look so innocent, a sweet student.. but then you have this completely different side to you that makes me want to fuck you into oblivion.”

Motions for Hyeon to come closer, holding his arms open afterwards.

#Joongi x Hyeon #ooops?

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caemidraws · 2 months

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Two of Wands

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #tarots #artists on tumblr #art #ocs #marsilio #pettirossi #suit of wands #minor arcana #forgot to post yesterday ooops #two dudes being late for dinner due to melancholic staring in the distance

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geese-in-flight · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/6 Fandom: Ocean's Echo - Everina Maxwell Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tennalhin Halkana/Surit Yeni Characters: Surit Yeni, Tennalhin Halkana, Zinyari Halkana, Basavi, Istara Additional Tags: 5+1 Things Summary:

Five times Tennal read Surit, and one time he didn't have to.

#my fic #ooops?#ocean's echo

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persephonyed · 1 year

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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh besties it think i may have gotten a little too high...............

#ooops?

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acemdzsfan · 2 months

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oh shoot.

I just realized that I was the aromantic outlier in my psychology class that my professor was Not prepared for.