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sky-kiss · 7 months
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Cambions are born from mortal females and a devil. Let's see that mortal, soft, squishy underbelly of Raphael, please
A/N: Oh, man, I don’t know if you were wanting horny or soft. You almost got cursed with Dad!phael, the greatest abomination I’ve ever created. But with this. I am free. Thank you all for the prompts.
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She comes to him one night, fragile and uncertain, still caught in her transitory fugue. His pet lingers in the doorway, pale and dressed in a white night slip. A personal favorite, cut to hang perfected with Haarlep’s help as a model. It means everything is perfect; everything is as he planned.
She comes, eager to please. Raphael sees the inexperience written across her soul if not her body. A foolish little mouse lost, starved for pleasure and the world’s validation. She crawls to him, shivering against the House’s heat and the force of her desire, scenting the air with it.
Harlep has whispered of the desires in the adventurer's heart: the little creature’s mind is full of Raphael. Laughable fantasies: Raphael loving her, a partnership, belonging. It’s a soul-deep longing, infatuation, and attraction drowning out her common sense. Tav aches with the force of her want. Aches down to her bones.
The little mouse crawls into his bed, slipping beneath black sheets. Her arms wind around him, hands splayed low on his belly. Raphael growls, pleased, threading their fingers together, pulling her closer. So soft, so small, so needy…so ready for him.  
Tav shivers and molds herself behind him, the blankets pulled up to her chin. The devil tips his head to the side, puzzled by this development. “You’ve come all this way, little mouse. Why have you stopped?” 
She smiles against his skin. “I was cold.”
“And you considered the Archdevil Supreme a substitute for a warm bath?” 
“You smell nicer.” The entire experience is surreal. She burrows nearer. “Goodnight, Raphael.”
A part of him rages against this indignity. She exists for his pleasure, not the other way around. The slinking voice in his head, the Archdevil, says to send her below, to the gaol, and make her regret it. Or make her service him, make her understand the cost of his bed. 
There is a smaller voice, the mortal voice, he rarely allows himself to indulge. No harm can come from this; it will only endear him to the girl. And if she is exhausted, it's due to the work she’s accomplished in his name. Let it be the carrot tonight, rather than the stick. 
Raphael frowns, turning in the circle of the insufferable little beast’s arms. Tav smiles in her sleep, blissfully unaware of the danger. He traces a bruise blossoming across her shoulder. 
In a fit of uncharacteristic generosity, he permits her to stay. He is safeguarding a powerful asset, nothing more. 
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topshelf2112-blog · 2 months
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Does anyone have that post where Alexander Siddig talks about his son texting him that the internet thinks he’s gay? I need it.
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slayerchick303 · 5 months
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draft card burning did happen in mid 60s actually, when i was on Wikipedia for the show and followed a link after link after link about various historical events and people, i remember for sure an article about protests against Vietnam war mentioning one burning of draft cards that happened in like 67-68 i think, maybe even before that.
and if you meant that 68 could refer to the flashback of early days of hawk and lucy's marriage, i don't think that makes sense, since ep5, with hawk announcing he'll propose soon, was in mid 50s, and even if they didn't get married immediately, their kids are too old in ep6 for that timeline (68 as flashback) to be possible.
You're right. I've been reading more than the Britannica article I initially read after the episode. The Encyclopedia Britannica article was shorter. It didn't go into depths on things (even though the source is a reliable scholarly publication).
The series' timeline for the episode is accurate. I'm going to do a lot more research on the Vietnam War.
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enby-hawke · 1 year
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hey! just saw a couple of your posts and wanted to first off say that what you're going through sounds very scary and stressful, and i hope that it can come to a resolution where you and the folks you care about feel safe.
i'm not a CA person but you may want to check out disability rights california if you're looking for resources, they are the protection and advocacy agency for disabled people in california, and a nonprofit. they have some resources on things like conservatorships/abuse and neglect and if you contact them they may be able to provide you with self-advocacy resources, and they would probably be the most knowledgeable about rights and protections for folks with disabilities (including mental illness) in california. every state in the US should have a protection and advocacy system that supports disabled folks in exercising their rights to live independently, contribute to society, and make their own choices. can't guarantee that they will help, and you may already know about them, but i just wanted to pass the info on.
no pressure to reply to this message or anything, and i wish you the best.
No thank you this is exactly what I'm looking for.
I've seen Britney go through this.
I don't want my family to use their love of me to try to abuse me.
They think I'm not an adult.
I'm going to remove their rights to me until they fucking respect me.
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twigthecoyote · 1 year
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Random dialog
Samhal: "I will grant you 11 wishes"
Mordred: "I thought a genies whole thing was 3...."
Samhal: "Normally, but you've got a lot of... issues going on there" *gestures to all of Mordred*
Mordred: -_-
And he doesn't just mean being half cyborg
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water-writings · 2 years
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there’s only one bed + dealers choice!
Once again I’m so far behind on these prompts. I still have more in my inbox. Because I’m on a Mandalorian kick and actually have a bed scene written out here’s some Din and Casali! Enjoy!
“Aren’t you going to take your helmet off?” Casali asked, her face scrunching up as she looked over her shoulder at Mando. “I can’t imagine that being comfortable to wear when sleeping.” 
“No.” 
It was short. One of the Mandalorian’s typical short responses. He just stood there, staring back at her. 
The turquoise haired woman sat on the bunk and giggled. “I won’t look.”
Still no response. 
The silence filled the room, creating a heavy atmosphere. They had started getting comfortable living and working with each other. The Child definitely liked the new member to the team. Casali felt that after today’s incident with Rocu’s men her and Mando were getting closer. The situation almost ended badly, but after a quick fight and getting the Razor Crest off the planet as fast as possible, the group of three were able to relax again. If only for a day or two. 
But Mando was hesitant. He hadn’t taken his helmet off since before the Child, before Casali. Before all of this. Back when he was working alone with no one to worry about seeing him. But now he had not only the Child in his life, but the woman as well. One more being than he had planned. He didn’t think he’d feel as protective over someone else as he was with the Child, but seeing Casali being held in the arms of Ruco’s men, a blaster pressed against her temple, made Mando feel absolute fear. He feared he would lose her. He wasn’t sure if Ruco would want her alive to be brought back to him or dead as revenge for what happened. He’d never admit it out loud, but it scared him. It scared him like when he almost lost the Child on Nevarro when Moff Gideon attacked.
“I promise.” 
Her voice broke the silence that surrounded them. The weight pushing down on the bounty hunter still. She stared at Mando, staring into the dark visor, with a reassuring smile on her face.
Mando stared back at her. The woman just continued to smile from her spot on the edge of the bunk. He felt his heart jump as their eyes met. Casali, as always, was putting his needs before her own. 
He sighed, nodding once. “Move over.” 
A wide smile appeared on the woman’s face. Practically bouncing, Casali scooted over as the bounty hunter climbed into the bunk after her. She laid on her side and immediately turned her back to him. 
“I won’t look,” she repeated, smiling to herself as she felt the bunk shift as Mando climbed in next to her. 
The feeling of the cold beskar armor sent a shiver up her body as Mando laid next to her. It was a nice cold. Comforting almost. Familiar. Casali liked it. 
After a moment, the sound of hissing was in her ear making her heart skip a beat. Warm breath fanned over her neck, mixing with the cold from the armor. It was a weird sensation, but welcoming. 
Casali wiggled a little, getting comfortable against Mando, who’s breath she heard hitch. Mando wasn’t used to sharing a bed. This was new territory, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Having Casali next to him was comforting. Comforting to know she was there and alive. 
His arms slowly wrapped around her and Mando pulled her close, resting his head against the crown of her head. It was quiet for a moment. Only the sounds of the beeping of controls and their breathing could be heard. It was peaceful. 
Mando looked down at her, feeling his heart flip a little. He looked down at her arm, staring at the markings on her skin that slightly illuminated in the dim light. Colors of blue, white, and turquoise swirled on her skin, creating a slight glow that made the woman ethereal. Since Casali started living on the Crest, Mando noticed the different colors that her markings created. Mostly blues like this, but there were moments of whites and silvers with a tiny bit of pink mixed in from time to time. 
Lightly the bounty hunter traced his gloved fingers along the twisting and swirling markings. He watched as goosebumps rose on her skin, but Casali said nothing. She laid still, her breathing even. He continued up, following the path to her neck, fingers dancing over the scaled pattern. He stopped as his fingers brushed the ends of her hair. 
He gently ran his fingers through the ends, watching them fall. Her hair wasn’t long anymore. Not after the stunt she pulled to get away from Ruco’s lacky. Mando could still picture the scene. The way Casali attempted to escape. The member grabbing her by the hair. The pain on Casali’s face. The vibroblade. The cut. It all happened fast, but Mando was relieved at Casali’s quick thinking. Even if it meant taking away some part of her. 
“I’m sorry.”
There was a pause as Casali heard Mando’s voice for the first time without the modulator. For a second she repeated his words in her head, enjoying the way his voice sounded. A soft questioning hum came from the woman a moment after. 
“Your hair.” Mando took a breath, trying to find the words. “If I had gotten to you sooner, he wouldn’t have grabbed you and you wouldn’t have had to cut it.”
Casali giggled, smiling at the hunter’s concern over her hair. “It’s no big deal, silly. It’ll grow back.” 
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marchessa · 2 years
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I'm going to see Louis live!!!! OMG I'm so happy
Thank you thank you thank you @thinlinez for the support and advice
Next time we will go together for sure, either you come here or I go there
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1-800-iluvhockey · 2 years
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Penguins:
-the order they walk out on the ice is always tanger, sid then geno last
-when he's on home ice, sid's warm up includes tracing the m on the mcdonalds logo
-sid eats a pb&j at the same time every gameday and it has to be a certain brand of peanut butter and jelly
-geno has to be last off the ice after warmup and he has to shoot the puck at a trainer's foot before leaving the ice
-jarry kisses his stick and taps the post after the national anthem
stop I just saw this and I want to cry
I love love all of this
I’ve watched the pens (pretty regularly) last season but never knew this 🥹
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luxora · 2 years
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I would like to thank all of you for reaching out with my problem. And from all that I have learned, its seems that I have been shadow banned, which is due to a tumblr glitch. I can only wait for tumblr to fix it.
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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same for 25.0 and 25.5
restarting sequence at 26.5
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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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a message from Rahul Kohli 
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cursedtrekedits · 6 months
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“Captain’s log, supplemental: the Enterprise has encountered an alien life form who identified himself as ‘Ziggy’”
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jakeperalta · 7 months
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letting celebrities think they can and should "use their platform" to speak on all current events and political issues regardless of how educated they are on them was a grave mistake
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nimomo-mo · 5 months
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Vent
#sorry lol didnt mean to rant about my health when youre suffering#i tried to make conversation but it ended up being just me complaining again#sorry babe#thank you for the help#youre amazing#and i almost instinctively said i love you because i always do when thanking someone#honestly i say it a lot to everyone but you#understandably#i hope you dont feel annoyed by me spamming you with my inferior issues compared to yours#you cant eat either and you throw it up#i just feel gross when eating. its absolutely not the same#i hope you dont have to suffer for much longer#i hope you get to taste things again#im so tired of being anxious around you because i keep doing things wrong. but youre so kind that i cant imagine you holding it against me#i love you#fuck you#i need a hug. you probably do too. i know theres no way well ever meet up but once we do im giving you the longest hug ever#i want to hug you so good my heart melts into yours. feel like a part of you#i want to give you the piece of me that wants to be yours so i can keep going on my own#youre clumsy with your words but youre wonderful. i love you. i dont want you to hurt. i cry thinking about how unfair it is sometimes#im so happy your shit is breakikg up.bi cried so hard and its extremely embarrassing that i did. its a bit intense of me to do that lmao#i love you. of course i will cry my eyes out at the prospect of you surviving. you dont love me back so i get that i made u uncomfortable#ALSO STOP GIVING ME HOPE#“sexuality is a spectrum. who knows what will happen in the future” YOUVE NEVER FELT ROMANTIC LOVE AND IM CERTAINLY NOT THE ONE YOUD LOVE#fuck you stop giving me a sliver of hope and leading me on. i assume im an ego boost for you and thats why you keep it up but ARGH#i dont want to break my heart! im already in a perpetual pain! youre just poking fun at me by now lmao stop playing with me#“im going to tie you up and tell you all the good things about you” i would cry. i would legit cry. that might be the cruelest thing ever#it would feel like my soul getting beaten like an abused street dog. tje walls around my heart is fucking putty in your hands#i hate it. i dont want to be in love. i love you. youre sick and dont have time or energy to talk to me. i become annoying. i love you.#youre aro or at least extreeeeemely grey
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