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icloudrebel · 2 months
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I drew Albynn's friend, Voren. They've been traveling with each other for a very long time.
Voren has a bit of an attitude and is a bit of a showoff with his gadgets. Luckily, Albynn keeps him in check...mostly
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𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤:
Natasia: Charlize Theron
Voren: Djimon Hounsou
Asmodeus: Tyrese Gibson
Cerise: Cobie Smulders
Delphine: Florence Pugh
Lithos: Tanner Buchanan
Sylvatrix: Zendaya
Aetherin: Jake Gyllenhaal
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relamune · 10 months
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it took way longer than i expected it to but i FINALLY finished the second thingy of Belovir & Vorenthal !!
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bat-anon-vorener · 1 year
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Made a lil guy to represent myself!
Feel free to draw them being nommed. If you guys want to that is KDHDD
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abba-enthusiast · 2 years
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Me, a Swiss person, on holiday abroad: Die huere Schwiizer immer überall
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not-so-smallfry · 2 years
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>Man, what a stupid name for a website at that. Ah well, one url typed in, and Feferi would be face to face with absolute information overload. Now, the empress to be probably isn't the most knowledgable person when it comes to the details of what makes for good web design. But even she could probably tell that this love child between a video game menu and a standard table of contents was hideous. Especially when the statement of selling "everything" was not hyperbolic.
Holy glub. This WAS bad- feferi wasn't particularly tech savvy herself, honestly, but yikes. It's good sollux wasn't here or he might have a conniption.
Still, what was she even looking for? It wasn't hard for her to get anything she wanted as it was, right? Unless... It seemed like they meant *everything*
Just a peak. A quick perusal. To satisfy her curiosity. She finds the search bar, after some exploration, and types in a few keywords. Just to see what comes up.
"Vore. Willing. Regenerating."
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genniviva · 9 months
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Het kabinet is gevallen, dus er komen (hopelijk binnenkort) weer verkiezingen! Ik raad iedereen aan om als je er de tijd voor heb eens te kijken of je kan helpen met stemmen tellen in je dorp. Ik heb dat tijdens de laatste waterschaps- en provinciale verkiezingen gedaan, en niet alleen betaald het lekker, het is ook nog eens gezellig :)
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arlenahawke · 1 year
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Redemption or Return - Preparations Begin
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Masterlist
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posititties · 2 years
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I emotionally distanced myself from my mom because she keeps hurting me but I'm not sure if I'm making things worse for myself now
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atopvisenyashill · 10 months
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A timeline of the ruling princes and princesses of Dorne from Meria Martell’s death to the formal union of Dorne and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms in 187 AC.
Anything marked with a * means it’s a canon date. The rest are speculation and a lot of math on my part. I also made up the names for a few characters as well! Also rip the quality on this but when you click it, it looks better.
More explanation under the cut.
Where I ran into most trouble in trying to figure out this timeline when we have not nearly as much information as we do about literally every other major Great House of Westeros, is the line from Morion the Mad to Qoren Martell. There’s several quick changes in princes during that time and we don’t even know what their relation is to one another in several instances. So I tried working out the timeline in a few different ways - I tried it with Mara Martell, Morion’s heir, as his very young daughter, as a twin sister, as a younger sister, and I finally settled on her being his much older aunt as making the most sense.
I think it makes the most sense because Morion is considered young and yet his father was Prince for a very long time; it doesn’t make sense that a ruling prince would wait so long to have an heir unless in a parallel to Jaehaerys’ later issue, several of his heirs die and leave the line of succession a bit uncertain. So I concluded that Morion’s father, who I named Voren, had several older children that died, likely during the Vulture King’s first war (we know it’s suspected Deria was funding him) so when Voren died, the throne went to his reckless, dumb ass youngest son, Morion. With Morion dying without any children, the throne passes next to Deria’s second child, Mara, and the Nymeros Martell line descends from them. This also makes sense because in canon, Morion was angry that his father didn’t send soldiers to kick the Iron Throne out of the Dornish Marches during Lord Rogar’s War; if Voren had children that had died in a previous conflict, it would make sense that he’d hesitate to get involved again.
Qoren was also a bit tricky. He had to be old enough to fight in the Stepstones War against Daemon, but young enough to not be married yet and be considered a potential match for Rhaenyra two years later. After a lot of wondering how in the hell I make that work, I finally figured - again, similar to Cregan Stark and Jaeherys, that there was a surplus of heirs at this time. Mara would have come into her throne already old with children and grandchildren, and her heir would come into the throne also already old, same as Meria/Nymor/Deria. Makes sense that the prince before Qoren was therefore a grandfather or great-grandfather, and that Qoren’s father never took the Sunspear Throne.
I stopped at the unification of the Seven Kingdoms simply because we get absolutely no information on what was going on in Dorne until Doran’s mother. Apparently, Dorne was real quiet during the Blackfyre Rebellions, hah.
And as for names...
Voren - we have several instances of Dornishmen with names that end in the -en sound. Doran, Oberyn, Llewyn, Yoren, etc. It seems like a common naming quirk, similar to the Northerners being really fond of -on and -ard endings. I thought Voren sounded the most like a real name.
Ellario - We have Elia and Ellaria so I figured there should be a male version of the name. I didn’t want to use Elio, so Ellario was born.
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runa-falls · 8 months
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Congrats on your milestone, em!!! 🥳💖
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If you feel so inspired, I'd like to request a blurb using the following prompt:
“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.” + Poe Dameron 👀
Thank youuuu 💕
hihi whitney :3 thanks for joining in! this one is a bit longer than a blurb but i can't help it!
cw: smut (18+), friends (with minimal benefits)-to-lovers, jealous!poe, angst, alcohol, fluff?, fingering, hickies, panty sniffing (IDK WHERE TF THIS STUFF I COMING FROM ??), kissing, anddd not proof read
wc: 2.3k (???)
a/n: honestly poe is kinda an asshole in some of this but imma connect it to his commitment issue bc he's afraid to lose the reader idk
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poe has never given you a straight answer about the two of you, and for a while it didn't matter.
for a bulk of your friendship, there's been the ongoing war between the first order and the resistance, so there was never time to sit down and talk about it, or take it any further than what it was.
and what is was, was a pair of kissing friends.
it's confusing. the words "kissing" and "friends" don't usually go together. either it's a 'mistake' or a gateway to a different kind of relationship, but you've been stuck in this middle area for months.
the war is over now and you won, but you haven't moved an inch.
this confusion, this fuzzy line between friends and lovers, has been weighing on you.
poe gives you those eyes, that intense stare, the one that makes you feel like the only girl in the universe, but then he openly flirts with officers, fellow pilots, and mechanics that work on his ship, buying them a drink and sitting real close to them, right in front of you.
poe kisses you, tastes you, like you're the finest wine in coruscant, like he's trying to memorize your flavor because each kiss could be his last, but then he tells you he's not ready for a relationship, he's too busy, he doesn't want to ruin the friendship that you have.
now, you're done waiting for him. you've tried to be patient and understanding, to give him time to figure things out, but he's been drawing it out, painfully, and you refuse to just sit there and watch.
you decided to finally take up voren na'al's offer of a date. he's a cute guy and you've worked with him throughout the war. you figure you might as well give him a chance, if only to take your mind off of poe.
you slip on a simple dress, something that makes you feel 10x cuter than the usual resistance uniform that the base usually sees you in. you're not going anywhere fancy, just the local pub to grab a drink and hang out.
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it's quite crowded when you get there, though everywhere's been pretty crowded since the war ended. now there's more time for leisure, to enjoy life, without worrying about another attack.
the bar is full of bustling bodies, loud conversations, and moving glasses of jet juice, tihaar, and vosh. you're barely able to squeeze into a small table with how many standing bodies surround you.
"you look really nice tonight!" voren basically has to yell for you to hear him.
"thanks, a bit of an upgrade from my usual--"
"what?!"
"i said, a bit of an--"
voren gets up and decides to just stand next to you while you sit on the barstool instead. "sorry, i didn't realize this place would be so packed tonight..." he's close, almost leaning into you as he speaks at a normal volume.
"no, no, it's fine! I'm happy to see that the whole resistance is enjoying their weekend."
"let me get you a drink, yeah?"
"alright, i'll take...nikta with some soda."
"gotcha." he leaves you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
you've finally decided that it's too lively in this bar for you. the overlapping voices and cheers overwhelm your brain as you desperately try to get comfortable as a party of one in a sea of thousands.
how can you feel so alone in a room full of people?
this is a bit harder than you thought it would be. for some reason it just feels wrong to be on this date, despite not having any exclusivity with poe in the first place.
"gods, i thought that guy would never leave!"
speak of the devil.
"poe."
he steps closer to you, smoothly walking through the crowd that's nearly trapping you at your table. his face is pink, flushed from alcohol and the heat of the bar, and his eyes are glazed with untethered delight.
he says your name, draws it out with the slur of his tongue. his eyes glance at your attire, a dress he's never seen before. actually, he's never seen you in a dress, ever. "so you have a little boyfriend now?"
where did he even come from?
usually you'd know if he were at the bar, he has a whole entourage of people that like to follow him around. in fact, you'd know if he were in any room because of the loud cheers that constantly accompany the resistance's favorite flyboy.
"this is our first date actually." you hope you sound casual, despite having to raise your voice to be heard over the noise. you try to bite your tongue before you could ask, but you can't. you need to know. maybe it'll make this easier for you. "...are you here with someone?"
"i was, but i ditched them." you heart lurches and warmth quickly pools in your stomach. it's pathetic how easily he can make you feel special, but the doesn't linger on that thought for long. "does your boyfriend know you kiss your friends?"
you sit back at his words, shocked that he's deciding to bring this up now. "ok, where is this coming from?"
"i just feel like i would want to know if my girlfriend was seeing other people." you frown, genuinely confused.
"well, i'm not."
"you...aren't?"
"poe, what--"
"you're telling me that this," he points between the two of you, "meant nothing?"
"why are you bringing this up?"
"because a second ago, i thought we had an understanding but then i see you in this short dress going on a date with some logistic's dweeb!"
you roll your eyes, "his name is voren and unlike you, he's not making me decipher any understandings. he asked me on a date and i agreed."
"and you still kiss me."
"i kissed you and then i got tired of waiting for you to kiss back."
"i just don't get how you move on so easily when what we hasn't even ended."
"oh, fuck you, poe. it never even started!"
"hey...is this a bad time..." voren is back with the drinks, staring at the two of you awkwardly as the glasses of iced alcohol begin to sweat in his hands.
you both speak at the same time:
"no, voren, you're fine."
"yeah, if you wouldn't mind, we're dealing with something right now."
he nods his head slowly, understanding what's happening. he sets the drinks down on the table. "look, i'll see you back at the base, just text me when you want to meet up again." he walks to the exit of the bar and you try to call for him, but it's no use with the wall of people between you.
"look what you did, you ruined my date!"
"wasn't much of a date from the looks of things."
"ugh, you asshole!" you hop off your seat, grab your stuff, and rush through the crowd. maybe you can catch up to him if you get out fast enough. swaying bodies threaten pull you back into the tide as you attempt to escape, but you push through, determined to get the fuck out of there.
the cool air is refreshing when you finally shove the door open, it's almost a bit chilly compared to the building you came out of. you scan the area, trying to get a glimpse voren walking home but you don't see a single person.
"come back, honey, you shouldn't be out here alone."
you don't even have to look back to know who it is.
"i'd rather be alone than with you."
"you don't mean that." a hand gently pulls at your shoulder to make you turn around and face him. a warm hand cups your jaw as he regards your upset expression, his thumb comfortingly gliding over your cheek. you can't help but lean into his familiar touch. "this is why i never wanted to change what we had. i was trying to be smart, for both our sakes."
"by pushing me away? by leading me on?" your voice comes out in a whisper, but it's so quiet in these empty streets that it didn't matter.
"by keeping it simple, safe."
"i can't do it anymore, poe. you can't just expect me to be content with what you give. i need more."
"i know, baby, i was just scared. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and i didn't want to lose you."
"but the war is over."
"not for me. i'll always be a fighter and i'll always have my battles. sometimes i can't be there for you like i should be, i can't be the boyfriend you deserve, but that doesn't stop me from wanting it any less." he rests his forehead on yours, holding you close to him in the middle of the sidewalk. "i didn't want you to leave me so i decided to never give you the chance."
"and now?"
"now, i don't want to think about what could happen tomorrow or the day after that. i've wanted you since forever and i want you now." he leans in, his nose nudging yours, "do you?"
"you know i do." you giggle softly, a grin spreading on your face.
you tilt your face up and capture his lips, slowly moving against him, savoring this moment. he places a hand at the back of your neck and pulls you in closer, showing you all his love as his soft lips mold over yours.
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the walk back to base was a blur of soft smiles and quiet words as you traveled hand-in-hand. poe offered you his jacket after seeing you shiver and you reveled in the feeling of the heavy leather over your shoulders. you're both so giddy like a couple of teens that have been crushing on each other for eons.
when you got to the entrance of the main building you both paused for a second and an unspoken question hung in the air. is this the end of the night?
"come over to mine."
you surprise yourself with your bold offer. it was blurted out before you could really think it through.
"is that really a good idea?"
isn't it?
you've been placed at an arm's length from the man you've wanted since you showed up at the base and you've gotten his affection, his touch, and his kiss, but never more. and you want more.
"i want you. i-i mean, i want you to come over..."
he smirks like the asshole he is.
"alright, lead the way."
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heated kisses are planted down from your jaw and all along your neck. splotches of purple already litter the silky skin, but he's still hungry for more.
poe barely got into the room before you rushed over to him and practically attacked him with a kiss. luckily his pilot reflexes helped him catch you and pull you against his body with finesse.
he laid you out on your bed and crawled over you, wanting to taste every part of you that he been denying himself from. his hands smooth over your curves, groping your tits and your waist as he makes his way down.
fingers tug your dress over your thighs and reveal the suggestive underwear you wore for your date.
he raises an eyebrow, "this for me, or him?"
"for myself, actually...but i guess you can enjoy them too." he pinches your thigh teasingly and you yelp out a giggle.
"fucking brat. you know what," he pulls them off easily, "i will enjoy them." poe crumples up your delicate lace in one hand while holding you down with another. you attempt cross your legs as you watch him bring them up to his face and breathe in your scent, but they're forced open by a strong hand. "mm...my sweet little girlfriend is so needy for me, hm?" you can feel him against your leg, hard and prominent under his pants.
you squirm under him, nearly dripping slick all over your sheets at his words. his girlfriend.
poe brings his hand up to your face, slowly tracing your lips with his index finger. "open up, honey." he groans as you let him slip between your lips. you suckle at his finger while staring up at him, your tongue flicking the tip every so often. "that's right...good girl." he adds another finger and watches you with half-lidded eyes, imagining that it's his cock you're sucking, nearly choking around it.
he pulls them out and reached between your bodies. you whimper as the cool slickness is pressed against your pussy. he runs them through the seam of your cunt, prodding gently against your entrance.
his eyes watch your facial expressions shift when he pushes them in, drinking in every minute sound and move that you make. you let out a broken moan as he curls his fingers inside of you and starts moving, rubbing right against your g-spot.
he whispers encouraging words as you start to shake under him, already so close to the edge. "that's it, sweetheart," he speeds up and vulgar sounds of your dripping cunt fill the room, "cum all over my fingers."
you whine as you reach you climax, pussy fluttering around his still moving fingers. your back arches at the intense pleasure and you wrap your legs around his arm.
his movements stop and he pulls away. you hide your face under your arms as he starts to lick his fingers clean, suddenly embarrassed by his shameless actions.
"what?" he chuckles, "am i not allow to taste my girlfriend?"
"you know, this isn't what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you." you breath out, referring to your heated talk at the bar.
"i know baby, you want my cock don't you? we'll get there once you recover."
with a flushed face, you give him an appalled look, "poe!"
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majestic-salad · 3 months
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Stel je voor dat ze bij moltalk ineens posts uit de tumblr tag naar voren zouden halen. Ik zou spontaan sterven.
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naturallyadventured · 2 months
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De gelaagdheid van een ervaring 🌹 Een tijdje geleden nam ik jullie mee in het volgen van m’n intuïtie om spontaan naar Ikaria te vliegen. Het was geen easy ride. De eerste dag werd ik bestolen in Athene en erna voelde ik me redelijk ‘lost’ omdat ik geen idee had wat de reden was dat ik daar moest zijn. 🌹 Later vielen er al wat meer puzzelstukjes op z’n plek. Want wat als ik dat gevoel van ergens gedropt worden met het gevoel…. Zoek het uit… nu net moest ervaren. Dat dat gevoel dieper gaat dan dat moment. 🌹 En vanochtend kwam mijn volgende private retreat gast aan. En ik voelde in een x dat ik het proces van op een vreemd eiland aankomen… niet weten wat je te wachten staat… alleen op reis… je intuïtie volgen maar niet weten wat het je precies gaat opleveren…. Dat ik dat zelf ook even mocht ervaren van te voren! 🌹 I get it completely. En ik weet ook dat als je de jump waagt… het je zoveel gaat brengen. 🌹 Welk puzzelstukje viel voor jou tijdens de volle maan? 🌹
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relamune · 11 months
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The way Voren’thal looks at Belo’vir 🥰😭💕
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grandemalakajeremi · 27 days
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Oké ik denk dat ik het snap dus ik ga het even uitleggen
In mijn hoofd is er in wie is de mol een onderscheid: finale en ontknoping. De finale is de laatste aflevering dat de kandidaten opdrachten spelen en de laatste test maken. De ontknoping is de Roast in het Vondelpark waar iedereen in NL bij elkaar komt, de mol bekend wordt gemaakt en ze gaan lullen
Nou. De bewoording in de aflevering zelf was superverwarrend
MAAR
Dit was dus de finale. Laatste opdracht en test. Alleen vorige jaren was er nog een moment dat Rik ging speechen en de mol dramatisch naar voren stapt en zegt ‘ik ben de mol’
Dat gaan ze nu tijdens de ontknoping doen. Dus volgende week pas. Volgens mij hadden ze al eerder een beetje een shift gemaakt dat dat naar voren stappen pas in NL gebeurt
Maar. Dit was dus echt de laatste echte aflevering. Volgende week worden we verlost
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lovelyangryheart · 5 months
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Jean Grandjean (Dutch 1752 – 1781) Staand mannelijk naakt, met een doek achter de rug, van voren gezien
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