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reiketsui · 2 months

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hey what's Archer's relationship with ariana like?

" one could say we are like siblings. i've known her since i was in my early teens – strange how some friendships you form in a moment of desperation end up lasting the longest. we were recruited together, and got our final promotions nearly at the same time. i know i can confide in her with anything, even things that i don't usually– care to talk about. " / ask my muse questions about other muses & their relationship with other muses

#picavecalyx #《 asks. 》#《 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 – ic. 》#arii beloved #they keep each other in check

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willosword · 3 months

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the more i think about the vees the more i love their whole concept, especially after learning about the rift between them and the older overlords. three comparatively young/arrogant upstarts who each think they're the backbone of their little team constantly working and flying by the seat of their pants and scrambling to stay relevant while keeping each other in check because if any one of the trio crumbles the rest will topple down with them. a precarious balancing act

#fascinating how they first thing we were shown of the vees as a team was their vulnerabilities #val is probably the biggest liability with his power to rile vox up #and vel is well put together but she can't control val. she might be able to talk sense into vox when he's mad tho #maybe it works like rock paper scissors on who can keep each other in check 😭#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #willow whispers

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maegalkarven · 6 months

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Also the reason I write Gortash so obsessed with Durge and literally holding them above everyone else is because

Imagine: You meet a child of god. A child of cruel and evil god who is an awful murderer. Killing is their Sole Purpose, the reason why they were even created.

And that person one day REFUSES their father, their GOD. Why? Because of you. A child of god defies a god for you. They are made for killing but refuse to kill YOU when their god commands them to.

They get betrayed and disgraced because of you. You think they're dead. BECAUSE they chose you over everything else.

And then they return and alright, the memory is lost, but it's still them. You know it's them.

Like imagine the power trip Gortash had to have upon the revelation what Durge disobeyed their god for HIM.

Of course he'd be obsessed. The child of god said only he matters.

#durgetash #the dark urge x enver gortash #dark urge x gortash #listen they fit in a way what works only for them #someone else would fall short for gortash. but durge? durge is his perfect match #they do not exist without another they affected each other too much #changed each other too drastically #mutual destruction and mutual salvation #they truly need no one else but each other #obv it applies to my durges your durges can be different bc they're yours #but yeah that's true for my three durges they and gortash are inseparable #“often bought together”#“do not separate them”#Gortash often is the only person who can keep levi in check

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puppetmaster13u · 15 days

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Prompt 278

You know what I’ve gotten obsessed with and inspired by? Dredge.

You know what is also fun? Merfolk. What’s even better? Lovecraftian corrupted merfolk. Especially if say, one goes with the Lazarus Waters being a form of ectoplasm. So, in this? Lazarus waters are like lakes, while Amity Park, thanks to the Portal, and the barriers? It is an entire sea.

There are islands, small areas that were once the tips of buildings that have gathered more landmass around them. There are mangroves, trees not like anything on earth or anywhere else stretching up in canopies dark enough to block out the sun, yet lit by the green waters.

It goes deep. Mariana Trench deep, despite it being impossible. The GIW have explored for caves or tunnels, they’ve tried to find some sort of explanation, but there isn’t one.

Now all that ecto? That has an effect on people. They mutate, they change, they adapt. Anywhere else would have been a slow death- something the GIW might have even been counting on. But Amity Park? It was founded by witches, it was the hotspot for the supernatural, even before the Fentonwork Portal. They’ve been dealing with this sort of energy in microdoses from the moment they first began to live in the city in any generation.

But they begin to adapt. Shift into something… other. Some stay contaminated, clinging to human forms as they form homes on the tiny islands, fishing and farming what they can. Others become Liminal, almost seeming to meld with fish, some similar to ones of the Living and others something just to the left. Similar yes, but not quite… right. And then there are those that have truly melded with the energy of the dead, forms torn asunder by it, ripped apart and made anew by it.

The first sign back when the barrier was activated, when they could no longer leave and were trapped were the fish in the lake. And now they are the same, with gazes of something Else, with gnashing teeth and a hunger gnawing at where hearts once were.

But they aren’t monsters. They’re still themselves. Just a little… Other now.

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Eldritch Ghosts #Liminal Amity Park #Merfolk AU #They see nothing wrong with each other because they’ve gotten used to it #Also yes they can ‘swim’ in the air too #Seriously check out the Dredge Wiki if u aren’t up for playin- at least look at the Aberrations #Even the more human-looking Parkers (usually elderly but not always) still look Off #While others have become deep sea nightmares #I see the fact there’s an entire Lazarus ecosystem in the middle of nowhere Illinois interesting Absolutely No One #People Definitely Doesn’t Have A Fishing Boat Out There Trying To Fish Up The Pit Creatures #Honestly GIW might do that too & have some fucked up fish- they keep failing at catching a parker who knows better #Clockwork and others visit too sometimes & it’s like seeing a Fucking Incomprehensible Leviathan #If the Infinite Realms is the Open Ocean then Amity is a Sea where whales go to set up their nursery #Idk if any of this makes sense I’ve been sick the last few days lol #Dredge Au

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cleric4vampire · 2 months

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There's something in this life left to live or, giving these two fools a soft moment because they deserve it. not gonna lie, I got a bit emotional when making this. I wrote something from Astarion's perspective to go along with it:

Once upon a time we pressed against an unyielding tree trunk, just like this. Once upon a time we hid ourselves in the obscuring night. Now, the moonlight paints your smile bright and boundless. We were not unwilling back then, though an ocean laid between us. I pressed my body atop yours and went somewhere else. How could I have known that you would follow me there? You were the one who was supposed to be under my thumb. I was the trickster moved by your silver song. You were the cradle that held me safe when all I wanted was to fall into the abyss. You were the gentle voice that beckoned, Open your eyes. See what could be if you loosened that white-knuckled grip you keep on your fear. Sometimes I find myself slipping into the old movements — a flutter of lashes, a dangerous smile — and then I remember. I remember that you were with me at my darkest and ugliest and most utterly heartbroken, and still you told me, It is an honor to witness you. It is a privilege to be by your side. And I let that ancient rhythm fall away. I was free to walk off that tired path, and now, everything is new. How will life surprise me when I allow myself to participate? I was struck with wonder to know that there are people in this world like you. Could you have ever guessed we would end up here, back when we were strangers on the hillside? I didn't have the strength to imagine it. Now, I find myself thinking: Where will we end up tomorrow? What wonders will we behold? There will be such love and such joy, and such hardship to balance it. But for the first time, I feel I am courageous enough to face it, because I am not alone anymore. I will be with you here, beneath this moonlight, beneath this canopy. And afterwards, I hope you will imagine with me all the life we have left to live.

#astarion x aune #my art #astarion x tav #tavstarion #bg3 fanart #oc: aune #astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 #the setting for those who care: this is post-game. these days aune mostly works as a ''solitary agent'' of eilistraee but she still needs #to check in with the church every once and a while. mission debriefings; rituals to run; that sort of thing. astarion tags along this time #of course aune just struts into the camp/settlement like hey yall long time no see. here's my vampire lover. everybody say hey astarion #as always they don't really know what to make of aune and her antics so they're just like “...okay...”#but astarion keeps to himself during the day on account of the sun. UNTIL night descends of course. which works out fine because #eilistraeeans really come alive during the night anyway. unfortunately for them aune and astarion are insufferable #constantly pawing at each other & being cloyingly sweet with one another.#flirting. teasing. talking and laughing loudly. eating each other's faces. just the worst. that's what's happening here 😌#also aune is not a spawn but she purposefully doesn't heal the bite marks despite being a cleric — PURELY to antagonize any priestesses #who might not approve. ''cmon and say something to my face :)''#also aune stays wearing tied up sheets of cloth lol listen. in her defense eilistraeeans are in varying states of undress at all times sooo

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thatsmolmusicnerd · 10 months

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Roier and Forever really are this is my husband’s husband and i will die for him and you

#and I love them for it #they hype each other up #and keep each other in check #insaneduo #guapoduo #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #cellbit #liveblogging #qsmp roier #roier #spiderbit #forevergamer #qsmp forever #mine

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prolibytherium · 1 month

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My dad was very against me getting a dog and then IMMEDIATELY fell in love with her. Like he absolutely adores her. He started off like 'uggh I don't want to end up having to take care of it' and now he REQUESTS to babysit her every couple weeks or so just for fun. He will just sit there petting her and chuckling and saying "She just makes me laugh :)" to himself. He calls himself her 'grandpa'. The bond between an aging father and the pet he didn't want is probably the deepest love on earth.

#(I don't live with my parents but we are actively in each others lives so me getting a dog would inevitably affect them)#He literally keeps talking about how it's like having a grandchild come visit LOL (he's not the 'overly humanizing pets' type but just #the 'bond with dogs feels familial' type)#She LOVES him too she gets so excited when she realizes she's going to Grandpa House #She's very shy with strangers but approaches men roughly his age and size to sniff them and I'm pretty confident that she's checking to #see if they're him. Like she won't approach any other demographic.#I think she likes him SLIGHTLY more than me lol but it's fair because my parents' dog likes me SLIGHTLY better than them so #it balances out

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Marco +18 AU End)

Main series, this is an AU ending specifically shipping Yandere Marco and Reader-insert. The rest of the series presumes platonic feelings on all parties, mainly between the Whitebeard Crew and Reader-Insert.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, forced drinking, heavy kissing/touching, grinding, uhhh sorta monster fucker vibes cause Marco is low-key transforming the whole time, explicit sex (non-specific reader receiving). Dub-con vibes. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Also, do not tolerate any of this behavior in real life unless that's what you're into and it's agreed upon beforehand.

Stay safe and have fun.

Word count: 2,817

@cyborg-franky (as requestor and connoisseur of Marco)

You’d never actually stuck around for any of the parties that happened periodically on the main deck. While not an every night affair—the booze bill alone would bankrupt them after a week—it was a fairly regular occurrence. And as per your ‘grounding’ you were firmly planted in the middle, revealing the horrible truth.

You had no fucking idea what to do at a party.

As a kid, the most you saw were birthday parties with other kids. And as a marine well, you certainly were never invited to one of those for one reason or another. And of the few you did see, they were tame affairs with everyone nervously sipping booze trying to get drunk enough to forget a high ranking member was there but not so drunk they’d do something stupid. Your current partner doing their best to be the biggest jackass in the room. Maybe the wild parties happened after, you weren’t sure.

Thankfully, you were more relaxed than when you were first brought on board, otherwise the amount of times you’d been dragged into a side hug would have spurred you to do something drastic. Like bite people or scream. Your mug still mostly full as you had no desire to get drunk or get a hangover in the morning. You gave Thatch an awkward smile as he settled down next to you again with a laugh.

“Good to know you never liked parties and it wasn’t just where the party was happening that you took issue with!” Thatch cackled, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you mumbled incoherently into your mug. His smile softened as he leaned into you a little more, whispering into your ear. “You know, you could just go to bed. No one was that serious about grounding you. Although, usually grounding just means you can’t go on missions—which you’ve never been cleared for to begin with.” You huffed, unable to help yourself as that small, bitter feeling pooled in your chest.

The feeling of being small with no options but shit choices in front of you.

How freely did you really make your decision to stay? If you knew damn well it was the only one they’d let you take?

You were never one to dwell on things you couldn’t control, but this really did stick in your craw. Maybe because it affected everything you did. At all times.

What reason did you have to stay that wasn’t because they made you?

You remembered the relieved sound of Ace and Marco’s voices when they found you again. Wrapped in bandages and healing slowly, they held you gently but desperately. Like you’d break if they looked away. Marco’s eyes fixed on yours as he rested his forehead against your own. Like you were the only thing he needed to see.

He took every opportunity to hold onto you on the way back. Hands resting against your skin, fingers twitching around the curves of your body. Like he was moments away from pulling you into him and never letting go. A trill deep in his throat when you happened to lean back against him. Taking the chance to lead you by hand around islands as they searched for an optometrist while Ace scouted around excitedly, babbling about good food and possible frames you could get. Always advocating for eye searing colors while Marco chuckled, squeezing your hand.

“Oop. Looks like someone wants your attention.” Thatch mumbled into your ear. You looked up, eyes sweeping over the energetic crew as they all threw themselves into small competitions and loud conversations. “Nope. Up.” You turned your head, finally following Thatch’s gaze to find bright blue eyes cutting down through the darkness. Glowing softly as your heart stuttered.

Heavy gaze fixed on you as Marco sipped from his own cup lazily. Like he was stalking you and deciding the merits of taking flight to grab you in his talons or just diving down to pin you in place.

“…Ya think I’m in trouble?” You asked softly, a little worried as it had been a while since Marco looked at you like you were prey. Thatch squeezed your shoulder with a low, throaty laugh.

“Maybe if you keep ignoring him.” You grimaced and handed Thatch your mug, not confident in the least that you’d be able to hold onto it while climbing up to the crow’s nest. Thatch eagerly downed your drink and eyed the nearest arm-wrestling contest with a smirk, giving you a wink before walking off with loud cheers as he set to thoroughly beating his brothers.

You gripped the ropes as you steadily made your way up, Marco watching every motion with an intensity that made you increasingly nervous. But still, you knew running off would just… well, maybe not piss him off but certainly not help whatever mood he was in. In fact, you had a feeling that running would just make it worse. Whatever this was.

You huffed as you reached the crow’s nest, hands gripping the sides as you prepared to lift yourself up into it.

Marco’s hand skimmed over your cheek, palm tipping your head up at him as you stared breathlessly. Fire flickering in his eyes as his power rose closer to the surface. Blue licking between his sharp canines from the back of his throat as he smiled sweetly, predatorily. Like he was excited about how many ways he could eat you alive. Like he could already taste you on his tongue.

You froze, uncertain if it was wise to get any closer than you already were, high up in the air and away from help.

“You’ve come this far, bluebird. Join me.” Marco purred, the sound vibrating unnaturally in his chest. It wasn’t a question. It was a command. As sure as you were standing there, you knew that if you tried to turn back now, he’d just pull you into the nest anyway. If you could have ever turned back to begin with. His hand, hot and steady, slipped down your neck and shoulder. Caressing your bare arm as he fixed his grip around your wrist. He pulled gently and you followed, climbing into the nest with your eyes locked in his gaze.

He set down his mug and slowly ran his hands up your arms until his palms came to a rest against the sides of your ribs. Almost measuring your shallow, unsteady breaths. Then down to the hem of your shirt to slip back up again, teasingly stroking your skin as he grinned. He pulled you in closer, hands pressed into your spine as he lowered his forehead to yours.

His blue eyes were lined with gold, the pupils softening to a predatory, avian shape. Your breath caught in your throat as you were pinned in place.

“You barely touched your drink.” Marco trilled, fire licking your lips like scraps of silk. “Aren’t you thirsty, bluebird?” The air was frozen in your lungs.

Your response difficult to pull out despite the simplicity of your words.

“N-Not really.” You replied breathlessly, his eyes narrowing instantly. “Marco.” You said, mild panic flooding your body as you hoped that was all it took to soften the tension in the air.

If anything, it got worse.

Blue and gold embers crowding the space between you as he gave a low hum that settled in your bones. One of his hands slipped away.

His gaze remained on you as he pulled back, the cold, wet, rim of a mug pressed against your lips. The smell of booze heady in your nose, making you jerk back.

Marco frowned, an unhappy chirp jerking free from his chest as his other hand left the bare skin of your back.

He cradled the side of your head, his thumb pressing against your jaw firmly as he leaned over you more. Bearing down on you as he tipped your head back for the booze to spilled down your throat and the sides of your mouth. It was strong and burned in your chest.

You whined, nearly choking as you pressed your hands against his chest, heartbeat steady despite watching you take the contents of his mug.

The mug fell from his hand, completely empty as you gasped for air, choking around the burn in your throat. It was then that he struck.

Tongue hot against your collarbone as he chased what spilled up your throat and jawline, groaning into your ear as he licked the corner of your lips. Thumb still forcing your jaw open as he slid his tongue against yours. Chasing the taste of booze and your overwhelmed moan.

A sound too raw to be human vibrating in his chest as he kissed you, eyes hungrily watching as yours fell shut. It sounded like deeply carnal satisfaction—as though he was finally getting the chance to eat you whole like he craved. Hand fisted in your hair to keep you in place as he lapped at your lips, giving you mere moments to gasp for air before stealing that away again. Your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed against him. Hand settling under your ass, nearly slipping between your thighs as he let you fall down as his own pace. Back gently falling to the floor.

He slot his thigh between yours, grinding you against the thick muscles as you moaned against his tongue. Drool—his or yours—dripping down your throat from the messy way he devoured you.

He pulled back suddenly, panting as he licked his lips with a hungry smile as you gasped for air, shuddering underneath him.

“Look. At. You.” Marco cooed as he leaned down to lick and nip your trembling lips. Tongue tasting your whimper before pulling back, a thick, golden string snapping as he swallowed hard. “Right where you belong. My pretty, little bluebird.”

“M-Marco?” You gasped, trying to steady your racing heart as his hand under your ass kept grinding you against his thigh. He clicked his tongue mockingly, kissing your forehead chastely as he pulled your shirt up higher.

“Shhhhh~ bluebird. No more words.” He whispered teasingly against your hair as he pinned you in place with his hand on your stomach. “I want to hear how a caged bird sings. You’ll show me, won’t you~?” Marco trilled, the whites of his eyes now gold as his pupils glowed with flickering phoenix fire.

Your body was now unbearably hot, your hands unable to push at his chest, just cling to him as you shuddered. A soft whine slipping from your throat as you tried to look away from him.

He laughed into your ear, nipping at the exposed skin of your neck.

“My pretty bird. I clipped your wings to keep you safe, you know. I’ve always been so weak for soft, pretty things. And you just keep getting softer.” Marco praised, his hand turning to tease top of your pants. “Show me how soft you can be and I’ll show you how sweet it is to be my bluebird. Cage and all~ I’ve always wanted a songbird to sing for me~”

Marco trilled loudly, slipping his tongue back between your lips as his hand went lower. Cupping your hottest place with a heady groan as you gasped, arching against him.

The crow’s nest was bright with floating embers like fireflies as your eyes watered. Tension growing in your body as you moaned, pinned in place as he chased your reactions. Teasing and kissing your heated body. Watching you with burning eyes as he toyed with you.

“M-Marco~!” You sighed, heat overcoming you in a wave of pleasure. Heart thundering in your chest as you panted, shuddering beneath him dizzily. Your pants were slowly dragged down, eyes reluctantly opening to look at Marco.

He licked his lips, taking in every inch of exposed skin before looking at you with a feral grin.

“Keep singing, bluebird. I’ve got so much more to give you.”

He licked his fingers, leaving a thick coating of gold spit before freeing his cock, the hairs partially flame as he fisted his length. The tip oozing pearly precum as he moved in closer. Kissing up your damp skin until he was between your thighs. The head smearing over your rim as he gripped your sides. Lifting you up as he slowly slid inside you.

His body rippled with phoenix fire as you gasped, spine arching as he stretched you out, pain fleeting as his power chased it away. Leaving you feeling overwhelmed and full as he pinned his thighs against your ass. His shuddered, a soft trill echoing off the confined space. Feathers spontaneously forming over his arms as he cradled your cheeks. Damp lips melting over yours as he rocked against you. Driving himself deeper as you clenched around him.

You moaned, swallowing hard around his tongue as something wound around your calves. Squeezing as they were lifted up higher. Marco’s cock splitting you open as he rut against you harder. Soft, wet smacks muffled under the sound of you both crying out. His body bending you under him further as he pinned you in place.

You came with a gasp, shuddering and keening as he nipped your lips. Thighs wet and trembling as he followed quickly with a deep, satisfied groan. The lights dying down as he panted hard, forehead pressed against yours as he licked your messy lips erratically. His eyes still glowed softly when he opened them.

He kissed you again, just a soft brush of your lips as he finished inside you.

Gently, as though remembering only now how fragile you were, he lifted you up into his lap. His cock still deep and hard inside you. Pinning you to his chest as he littered your face with soft kisses.

“The prettiest songbird I could ask for. Sweet and so soft for me~” Marco sang, fire still licking from his throat. “My little bluebird~ You can never leave me, don’t you know~?” Marco sighed with a sharp smile, gold flickering at his lashes as he squeezed your hips in warning.

Breathless and dizzy—from the booze, his ravenous kisses, or the way his cock still throbbed inside you, you didn’t know—you swallowed hard.

“…I know.” You whispered, closing your eyes as he kissed your cheek, rocking your hips against him. He tipped his head sharply with narrowed eyes, leaning forward to coo against your lips.

“And why is that, bluebird~?” He crooned dangerously, tongue flickering against your open lips. “Tell me why you’re never going to leave me~”

Marco sensually fucked you on his lap, trills vibrating your lips as he grinned wider.

“’M-Mm y-yo—ahhn~yours! I’m yours! M-Marco~!” You whimpered softly, heat building as you threw your head back. Breathing hard as his pace never faltered or slowed down.

Marco leaned against your arched chest, curling over you until his face was all you could see. Hand threading through your hair as he gave you a heated look somewhere between pity and pleasure.

“That’s right, my pretty songbird. You belong with me.” Marco pulled sharply on your hair as he grit his teeth, bouncing you harder on his cock suddenly, driving the air from your lungs in a sharp keening sound. “I’ll find you anywhere you try and run. Chase you to the ends of the earth until you’re right. Here. Singing that pretty song for me as I drive any silly thoughts from your head. Fucked stupid and weak on my cock as you should be. Love me, bluebird, and you’ll never need to think about your cage.”

You gasped for air, shuddering hard as you came with a breathless scream. Everything cutting out as you fell apart on him. Scattering like embers from a sacred fire.

You came to, bleary and weak in the dark. Arms wrapped around your naked waist under a thick blanket. Soft breaths wafting over your bare neck.

You moaned a little, stretching out against a toned body behind you.

“…Marco?” You asked blindly.

There was a gentle nip on your skin.

“Go back to sleep, bluebird. You can sing for me again in the morning.” You flushed as the low, gruff words. Marco’s arms pulling you in closer.

You squeezed your eyes shut, no less confused than you were hours ago at the party.

You felt trapped. Treasured. Loved and confined.

Like you were the only thing that mattered but you didn’t matter in the least.

It hurt and confused you but… in a strange, sweet way.

It…

It was okay to feel this way.

You turned into Marco’s chest, burying your face and tears.