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rosinante knight au where he’s sworn to protect you.
he kneels down before you, head bowed, blade shining as he promises both his allegiance to your family as well as the safety and wellbeing of their prized royalty; you.
he’s quiet at first, bound to his duties. he follows you, makes sure everything is in order. when it isn’t, he quickly swoops in to fix it.
like that one time, you and him were walking through the market in town square, yourself busy with citizens flocking to meet you. you hadn’t noticed the man waiting to take you around a dark corner—
rosinante had already hung the man by his britches from the flag pole.
he slowly warms up to you, gazing at you when you weren’t looking from beneath his blonde locks. his mocha eyes betrayed him, as they sparkled when they met your own hopeful eyes. he always filled you with a sense of warmth, of compassion, of deep respect.
not only was he a protector, but a bringer of joy, wonder, and love. always bound to protect you, to aid you in times of need.
#to be continued…#mi corazon#rosinante x reader#corazon x reader#donquixote rosinante#liv writes#op#x reader
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Febuwhump Day 8: "Why won't it stop?" (Wild)
Ao3
CW for blood and injury, vomiting, and a character acting possessive
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Wild is pretty sure the ground isn’t supposed to move beneath your feet. Well, maybe it should have the illusion of movement. But to actually blur and dip and streak backward as though it actively has it out for him…that’s something he doesn’t have much experience with.
Except for those times when he’d suffered such severe blood loss he had passed out on the side of the road. Yeah…except for those times.
He’s…mostly sure that blood loss isn’t the culprit this time. Mostly. Okay, fine, he’s pretty sure.
To be honest, he hardly remembers how he got into this situation in the first place. Walking and walking down an eternal maze of twisting hallways, under an expanse of thick darkness, punctuated solely by a stray lantern here and there.
The ropes constricting his wrists burn. The delicate skin there is all but rubbed away at this point, and the area is raw and bloodied. His feet falter, catching on the sweeping woven threads bound tightly about his ankles.
Around him, monsters cluster, chattering away. Their voices collide with his skull like thunderclaps shaking the ground. Incoherent, yet oh so painful.
He winces as a stray piece of stone nearly trips him up. It sends pain shooting through his body. A shudder follows in its aftermath, followed by another and another. They assault him like pelting raindrops, making his aching bones scream and his muscles turn to stone.
His teeth have begun chattering now, he realizes, only after he succeeds in nearly biting off his own tongue.
Wild lifts his hands, trying dazedly to wrap his arms around himself. But they fall back to rest upon his stomach, leaden and useless.
How much longer? He wonders, with the clouded despair of someone who knows there will be no answer to their question. How much farther will he have to walk before they reach their destination?
What they’ll do to him there is another unpleasant mystery, one he doesn’t really care to puzzle out. Beat him up, more than likely. Or maybe eat him.
Wild frowns and his eyes tear up.
Do these sorts of monsters even eat people? Kill them in horrible, agonizing ways, sure. But eat them? He isn’t so certain. He’ll have to test that at some point.
Something sharp and hard connects with the backs of his knees and he jolts out of his feverish thoughts. He trips, tries to catch himself, and hits the hard stone floor. His chin connects with it and the taste of iron explodes in his mouth.
The pounding in his head picks up until his entire body is screaming with it. His vision goes a striking shade of star-speckled white, then crackling gray. A squealing whine fills his ears, set against a backdrop of static. Distantly, he registers himself gagging.
His captors hardly allow him time to collect himself before they drag him back to his feet. He sways and stumbles in their grip. Pain buffets him in the place of the wind that fails to blow. Cold bites at his insides, freezing muscle and bone.
Wild coughs. A splatter of crimson brightens his gray vision. He stares down at it, uncomprehending. Until, failing limbs finally give way and then he is lying in it, though he can’t remember how he got there. Eagerly, his tunic soaks it up, turning wet and clammy beneath his blood and sweat.
He shudders, curling in on himself. Feet and fists rain down upon him. The telltale grunts and squeals of his assailants seem so far away. Much farther than the shards of agony that puncture through his flesh.
“Stop,” he croaks, “p-please…”
They don’t listen to his plea. Claws fist in his hair and drag him up by it. Wild chokes on a cry, fumbling desperately to get his feet under him. But no sooner has he managed it than he collapses again, gritting his teeth against a scream.
Everything hurts.
“Stop,” he begs again, voice catching in his throat. “L-let me go.”
He wishes this were all just another dream. Then, at least, he could awaken, safe in his brothers’ company, warm and content in Twilight’s embrace.
But the pain, the panic as the monsters grab hold of his bindings and drag his arms up over his head — it is all so very real.
The beasts begin to pull him along, oblivious to the way his body scrapes against the worn ground. Every bump and jagged edge shreds his clothes and skin alike, drawing blood and sowing fire.
He thinks that he tries to get up. He might scream too, as incessant, endless pain overtakes any other thought. Or perhaps, he is too weak for either action. Perhaps, he is already losing himself to the darkness.
Either way, when it comes, roaring in his ears and in his mind, he doesn’t try to fight it. And when it overtakes him, all he feels is relief.
….
He awakens to the sound of voices. Or rather, one voice, sneering and sharp.
“I gave you the task of providing me with a living hero. A living one!”
Heels beat harshly upon the floor. Wild bites back a wince.
Would it kill them to be quiet?
But then fingers fist in his hair, yanking on his scalp as they hold him aloft, and he thinks that maybe he shouldn’t have complained. The pain the noise had caused was nothing compared to this.
A feeble, wheezed groan splits his broken lips. His eyelids flutter, the need to see what is happening around him struggling against the near-irresistible draw of unconscious oblivion. The only thing he can make out, however, are the beady eyes of monsters. They flicker fearfully between him and the person holding him up like a piece of meat at the market.
“This hero,” the voice continues, hissing like an angry lizalfos, “is hardly even breathing! The venom in his veins runs so thick his blood is green with it. How can I draw the life force from something speckled with wounds and drowning in bestial poison?”
The claws release him and Wild collapses back to the ground with a low whine. Through barely-open slits, he can make out the blurry outline of a gaudy high-heeled boot.
“I need power! I need magic!” Every word is punctuated by a step and every step by an explosion of violet-red magic. “I need him! And I cannot get him if I am still in this paltry state! If that cursed Shadow had only granted me my full power instead of hoarding it for himself. And all so he could murder those precious heroes of his.”
The figure stills, suddenly, and turns back to him. At this distance, Wild can finally get a clearer view of them. White hair cut short, clothes that leave very little to the imagination, violet eyes and tanned skin, crackling power, and crimson markings.
A frown dips his brows. He has never seen this woman before and yet, he has the faintest remembrance of a mention of her.
The captain, sitting beside the fire, easy laughter spilling from his mouth as he drapes an arm over Wind.
“I never mentioned who started the war? Oh, that was Cia. Yeah, she was a sight, let me tell you.”
More laughter, but not quite as easy this time.
“Why she attacked us? Well, she craved the same thing that they all do. Power.” The ghost of something dark and haunted speeds across his face like a breeze across Hyrule’s plains.
“...Control over things that weren’t meant to be hers.”
“Cia,” he chokes.
She quirks one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “You know who I am? Link has spoken of me, then.” She stalks toward him, a ravenous grin splitting blood-red lips. “How he must miss me. How he must crave my presence by his side.”
Wild feels bile rise in his throat, and for once it has nothing to do with the wounds competing to do him in.
“He doesn’t want an-anything like that,” he spits. The words burn his throat like molten lava, but stubbornly, he pushes on. “He doesn’t miss you at all. The only time…the only time he talked about you was to tell us you st-started a w-war.”
Cia’s expression darkens. She lowers herself down before him. Skewering his chin with one talon-like nail, she forces his head up. For a moment, she remains there, motionless, eyes searing into his skull. He meets her gaze with as fierce of a glare as he can manage.
(Which, given his condition, is likely more like a miserable pout than anything else. But Wild decides to go with it. For Warriors’ sake.)
Then, right when he has begun to wonder if maybe she has decided to engage him in an excruciating staring contest, a slow smirk spreads across her face. She pulls back, dragging her nail against his skin as she does so.
“On second thought, I believe this hero will do nicely. He has life force left in him, yet.”
Wild hardly has time to comprehend her words. Turning away, Cia flicks a finger.
And darkness swallows everything.
#febuwhump2024#febuwhump day 8#blood tw#injury tw#vomiting tw#possessive behavior#linked universe#lu wild#linkeduniverse fic#whump#angst#loz cia#trin writes#to be continued…#I’ve got so many continuations planned at this point XD#also#please bear with my inferior editing skills#I’m so tired I almost didn’t post today
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Post-Workout Meal
S4nf0rd eats D31m0s’ lunch.
(Please check my pinned to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Also, sorry for not posting in a while.)
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S4nf0rd huffed as he put the barbell back in its place. He was tired, he had worked up a sweat, and he had burned quite a few calories. Yeah, that was a good workout. He sat up, reaching for his water bottle to take a sip.
“Yo, S4nf0rd!”
S4nf0rd almost spat out his water. D31m0s was in the doorway.
“D31, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh. Sorry. Still working out?”
“Nah, I just got done. So, about your first mission in a while, how’d it go?”
“I’m starting to get back up to speed. And… ooh, yeah! S4n, check out this weird gun I found!”
D31m0s reached for his backpack, pulling out a peculiar-looking ray gun. S4nf0rd peered at it.
“Whoa… What does it do?”
“I’ll show ya! First, there’s the tank right here that contains… well, something that evaporates and the electric compartments in here turn the—…”
S4nf0rd took another sip of water. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Oh, uh… let’s just save it for after lunch. You gonna shower?”
“Yep.”
“Then I’m gonna go get a sandwich. I’ll get one for you too.”
S4nf0rd stood. “Thanks, bro.”
“No prob.”
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As S4nf0rd dried himself off, he gazed at himself in the mirror. He was still pudgy, though not as big as he was after his and D31m0s’ trip to the Bakery. He began to put his sweatpants on, noticing they had become baggier. And though his gut still slightly hung over his waistband, it had shrunken down significantly. He exhaled as he put the rest of his clothes on. To him, he was ready. All he had to do now was get D0c’s approval and he’d be set to go on missions again.
He just had to battle this hunger. D31m0s got a sandwich for him, right? Just a little lunch wouldn’t hurt.
“Hey, D31! Where’d you put lunch?” S4nf0rd yelled as he stepped out of the bathroom.
“It’s on the table!” D31m0s yelled back.
“Okay, thanks!”
Sounded like D31m0s was in D0c’s room. Nothing unusual, sometimes D0c just needed some help. S4nf0rd entered the “kitchen/dining room” to find lunch laid out on the table. Not one, but four sandwiches and two whole bottles of soda. Was this all for him? Yeah, D31m0s must’ve already ate. But why did he leave so much? Well, he could always just save some for later, he thought. He didn’t have to eat it all.
S4nf0rd sat down, taking a bite out of the first sandwich. He tasted two layers of ham and tangy mustard between three slices of bread. However, there was one other thing there. He couldn’t quite place what it was, but the flavor was just so tasty and delectable. He could’ve pulled the layers apart to see what it was, but he just continued on. After the rest of the sandwich was swallowed down, S4nf0rd moved on to the second, still feeling hungry. Then after the second was gone, the third followed. Entranced by the flavorful goodness, he barely noticed the bump that was forming in his belly.
Then he finished the final sandwich. A small belch escaped his mouth before he felt something. A weird feeling in his stomach. He was just trying to digest, he thought. S4nf0rd reached for one of the soda bottles to wash down his meal. He drank it all down, then he noticed the weird feeling was almost gone, but didn’t notice his still-growing belly. Deciding to get rid of the feeling completely, he started drinking from the other bottle. But then—
“S4nf0rd, you ate my lunch?!”
S4nf0rd had just finished the bottle. He turned to face D31m0s, stomach gurgling loudly.
“D31, wha— OOUUURP!!! …Whaddaya mean?”
“I just made you one! Those other sandwiches were for me!”
So D31m0s hadn’t eaten yet. AND S4nf0rd had binged again. Damn it, he felt like an idiot.
“Oh, uh… sorry, bro-uuurrp…”
“I bet it was good, huh?”
“Yep…” S4nf0rd stared down at his bloated tummy, ashamed of himself.
“And I bet you have no idea what was in it.”
“Uh… yeah… um… D31…”
“Yeah, S4n?”
“Why are you— urrp… Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Calm down, dude. I just wanna show you something.”
“…W-What is—“
A light shone in S4nf0rd’s face. He was overcome by a strange, slight burning sensation all over his body. And once the light faded, he found that he couldn’t reach the table. Then he noticed how the chair was much larger than him. Then how everything was much larger. He had shrunken down to the size of a small doll. He heard D31m0s let out a chuckle as a hand suddenly grabbed him around the chest. He was pulled up towards D31m0s’ face.
“D31m0s, what the fuck are you doing?!” S4nf0rd was freaking out.
“Just preparing another meal since you ate mine.”
“MEAL?!?!”
S4nf0rd struggled in D31m0s’ hand, trying to pry himself out of his fingers. But to no avail, seeing how his mouth was now wide open. Before he knew it, S4nf0rd’s upper half was in D31m0s’ maw. His slimy tongue rubbed against him, tasting him. S4nf0rd heard a soft moan. D31m0s was enjoying this.
Then he felt his hand push him further in as D31m0s began swallowing. He felt his throat muscles constrict around him, pulling him down little by little. And then there was one huge gulp. S4nf0rd was sliding down his throat, unable to move until he reached D31m0s’ stomach. It was then that he began kicking at the slimy walls.
D31m0s let out a sigh as he felt his best friend fill his belly. He pat the bump that had formed.
“Oh, S4n, you taste so good…”
“D31M0S, LET ME OUT NOW!!!”
“Huurrrp… Relax, dude. I’m not gonna digest ya.”
S4nf0rd stopped struggling. “…B-but… why the hell did you eat me?”
“‘Cuz I was hungry. And ‘cuz I wanted to show you what the ray gun does.”
S4nf0rd laid defeated. D31m0s kept rubbing his belly in an attempt to comfort him.
“…S4n, you know I’ll never hurt you. If you want me to let you out, then I’ll let you—“
“D31m0s, have you seen—“
D31m0s jumped. “Wha— D0c?!”
“D31, what’s going on?” S4nf0rd asked.
D0c glanced over at the scraps littering the table.
“D31m0s, you haven’t been binging again, have you?”
“N-no! Those aren’t mine!”
“That’s not yours?”
“Nope!”
There was a small pause.
“…Really?” D0c sighed. “I was going to ask you where S4nf0rd is. I need to check on him.”
“Oh, uh… he’s asleep in our room. I-I’ll go get him. You wouldn’t wanna wake him during his post-workout nap, huh?”
“…Alright, why do I get the feeling you’re lying?”
“I’m not lying! Look, I’ll go wake him up.”
“No, you stay here. I’ll go wake him.”
D31m0s stepped in front of D0c.
“D31m0s, what are you hiding?”
“I-I’m not hiding anything!”
“Then get out of my way.”
“…No!”
“DAMN IT, D31M0S! IF YOU DON’T MOVE, I’LL—“
The front door opened. There was nothing but silence as D31m0s and D0c stared.
“Uh… D31?” S4nf0rd asked. “Why is it so quiet?”
#mawdness combat#mawedness combat#v.ore#fullness combat#d31m0s#s4nf0rd#to be continued…#or should i say 2B continued?#sorry for taking so long
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“Dentist’s office opens in five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!”
For a split-second there’s only the sharp pressure on his throat, his voice screaming Mike’s name, and the swooping sick feeling of being flung from a cliff far higher than the one Mike is going to leap from.
Then Mike disappears with a yelp, and there’s nothing at all.
To be continued….
#web weaving#Mike wheeler#byler#dustin henderson#el hopper#Joyce Byers#Karen wheeler#my writing#to be continued…#(it’s complicated)#Henderhop#joyren#troy walsh#the poem ends soft as it began-
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I’m going to look at every clip of Eddie’s room and compile a canon list of bands he likes, and then make a list of song by those bands that would be his favorites and nobody can stop me 😈
#Still have to watch episode seven#it’s the metal head in me duhhhh#it’s in the user lmao#so far just off the bat we have Dio#because the Jacket#Judas Preist#because of the giant Defenders of the Faith poster in his room#and Black Sabbath#to be continued…
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Super busy day wish me luck!!!
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
#executive dysfunction#shitpost#every day I get stuck in waiting mode for SO LONG and SO MANY TIMES#that one time I tried adhd meds it fixed it but then I. was like no I am going to be scared and not continue taking it <3#and also. I simply did not like the psychologist and did not want to have to go back#so. rawdogging the world <3#man if I could start a task right now...then you'd see...then you'd all see....
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Personally I'd rather see the entire Hollywood movie industry fall apart than the strike fail. Movies won't stop being made, they will just stop being sponsored by worker abuse, and if that means no more millions of dollars worth epics then so be it idc
EDIT: OK this is gaining way too much attention while being vague and hyperbolic and ranty so let's make one thing clear - I am NOT lauding projects which don't adhere to union requirements, this is about the fact that big studios pretend like they are the only ones who can give you entertainment and if they can't make projects, you'll be sad and bored forever, and also that the only worthwhile pieces of media are projects worth an ungodly amount of money. This is obviously a lie, since there have been studios that agreed to work under new union requirements, and that's what I mean by "movies won't stop being made" - there will always always always be projects, big and small, that won't ignore what unions have to say. And in a dreamlike hypothetical future where big Hollywood industry falls apart, other smaller and more manageable studios will rise to take their place, and they'll have a cautionary tale on what will happen to them if they try to push it again.
#i literally see no downside to this situation. workplaces will have to be rearranged#but that is better than continuing on like this. anything is better than empowering predatory businessmen because we want movies.#eernatalk
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hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#oc: finch#my turn to draw my tav being cute with his vampire bf heeheehee lalala my turn my turn#because i'm weak for a hug and tired bitches snuggling#and for astarion still being nervous about his boundaries being pushed#waiting for the shoe to drop but it never does#slowly lowering the hackles#because it keeps getting reenforced that. it might be okay#anyway i continue to be abnormal about this game bye#my art#bloodoath
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concernedape thank you for continuing to love and work hard on your game!
#concerned ape#stardew#stardew valley#this is why stardew will continue to thrive#video games#games#nintendo switch#ps5#video game#farming game
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John Cusack, the voice actor for Dimitri in Anatasia (1997), shared his statement on Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸
P.S. He has been a Palestinian supporter for years
#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#west bank#free west bank#“if you're there - what choice do you have?”#john cusack#anastasia 1997#israel#israel occupation#israel apartheid#anastasia#update to tags: yes i know he didnt just do anastasia but thats the one that stood out to me i love anastasia#the way everyone is like ok this is super serious topic but ANASTASIA??? is so amusing to me pls keep them coming#also please continue sharing about palestine!!!! FREE PALESTINE
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Deku and Aang !! They’d be bffs !
#bnha#mha#atla#avatar the last airbender#midoriya izuku#atla aang#aang#deku#crossover#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#habs art#doodles#continuing my series where deku meets every other mc and they become besties
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23.3
#feel like im boutta be upset today haha#just gonna stuff my face with alcohol and drugs#maybe tonights the night i blow up#to be continued…#my post#dont rb
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as soon as i saw gem's thumbnail i fell in love i adore this build so much. here is my attempt at big glowy fish
#my battle to learn backgrounds continues.#hermitcraft#geminitay#my art#also becoming a gemgirl at the speed of light if you couldn't tell
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taylor swift being person of the year? she has one of the biggest platforms in the world has said nothing about the genocide happening and continues to stay silent on it. we’re seeing journalists and photographers risk their lives to show us what’s taking place in gaza but sure! give it to the pop star
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after recently gaining access to my medical records, i am mystified to discover that instead of recording my regular t-shot as "sustanon injection, intramuscular" (as is standard), the doctor i saw last week chose to record it as "problem: gender. history: ongoing."
#i continue to suffer from the dreadful disease known as Gender#and it's incurable#be shh now#containment breach
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